I had quite a bit of housework to do. There were beer bottles in the living room from when the men visited. I needed to do Chris's laundry, change the sheets, and clean the bathrooms. I had to vacuum the rugs, and mop the kitchen and bathroom floors. Weekends were when I did the windows as well. When the laundry was dry, I had ironing to do. I just ironed my shirts and pants, but for Chris I had to iron everything, including his underwear and socks.
I had found it bad enough when Chris was around, amused at my powerless servitude to him, but now I was doing it in a house empty except for me. I had to do it and I couldn't even do a bad job. Chris's programming prohibited me from slacking off, so I had to do it my best. It's amazing how long it takes to iron clothes and make them look professional. I had to make sharp creases. For the underwear, I ironed all around so they were smooth. I felt so stupid. Stupider than normal without Chris around. I wondered what was worse, doing it alone where no one could see me, or doing it in front of an audience.
I hated ironing. So much of Chris's wardrobe didn't even really require ironing, and he made me do it just because he could. I hung up a lot of his clothes, the ones that went into drawers required me to arrange them in neat stacks. Not that he left them that way. If he pulled something from part of the way down a stack, he just knocked them over. I had to put them back.
At least he had a dishwasher and I could use it, so I didn't have to hand-wash everything. I did have to go out and clean up the porch as well, as Chris and Rob had left some litter around. I had to do a number of tasks, and it just made me mad that I was working so hard doing fucking housework.
I had to scrub the tub, admittedly it was easier to do that naked, but I still couldn't believe I had to do all of this. I sighed. I put up my cleaning supplies and felt relatively glad that I was still alone. I had to get down on my knees and wait in display position, but I was finally finished and had no current duties, so I was stopped in the hall by the closet where I had put up the last few things. Waiting. Just waiting for my next order. I thought about all the shit I had been through, and how it wasn't going to end any time soon. I tried to think of a way to escape, but nothing came of that. I was stuck, and couldn't get out of it. Now it was even worse, I was a text away from having to drop everything and go and service one of the dudes Chris had given my number to.
It was pretty late when Chris finally came home. I heard the door open, then a couple of voices. Shit, he had someone with him. Yet another person to see me naked and enslaved. Whoever it was sounded young. I saw them come around the corner. Chris had some younger, smallish, skinny guy with him. Thanks to all the gay porn I'd been forced to watch I knew this was a 'twink'.
"Holy Fuck!" The twink stopped and grabbed onto Chris. "What the fuck is that?"
"My slave. Don't worry babe, it's just going to be me and you tonight." Chris gave him a reassuring hug and began to guide him to the bedroom.
"That's so fucking sexy. Maybe we can play with him later?" The twink looked up at Chris and rubbed his hands on Chris's body a bit.
"If you want to, babe. Slave, you can sleep in the kitchen. Don't disturb us for any reason. We'll have a nice hot breakfast in the morning."
"Yes, Master." I started to crawl to the kitchen while they made it to the bedroom. I can't believe I was glad to be out of my display position. I made it to the kitchen and decided to sleep on one of the mats. Before I slipped away, I could hear the twink yelling out "Fuck me, fuck me hard! Fuck me with that big cock!" Well, he was enjoying himself. I was not looking forward to what was going to happen to me in the morning. Good thing it was a holiday, since I'm sure I'd be late for work otherwise. Chris wouldn't care that I needed to be at my office if he wanted me to do something.
When morning came, I just lay there. It felt nice not to have to do anything. Eventually I heard Chris and his guest get up. They didn't come out for breakfast, they started fucking again. It sounded a bit rough. I could hear some slaps, so I guessed the twink was getting spanked some. He wasn't objecting, but calling for more. Why would anyone voluntarily want to be spanked and fucked? I decided I had better get started making them breakfast, I was sure Chris would love to punish me in front of his trick, so I wanted to take away his excuse. Not that I thought he wouldn't punish me if he wanted to just for fun.
As I had things about ready I heard the shower start up. I had made the right decision. I set the kitchen table and was working at the counter when the twink came bouncing into the kitchen. Literally bouncing, and bare-ass naked. "Whatcha doin' big guy?" He came up behind me and used both hands to grope my ass. He hopped to try to see over my shoulder, useless since I had enough height on him to prevent it. I could tell his dick was flopping against me. Double damn.
"I am making your breakfast, Sir." Damn, my orders to be compliant around other men were still in force. I sounded like it was perfectly normal.
"It's very useful to have a slave around." Chris strode into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Slave, you'll stand to attend us."
"Yes, Master." Good, no foot sucking. "If Master and his guest are ready, I will serve you."
"Go right ahead." Chris lead the twink to the table and they both sat. I poured coffee, served sausage, eggs, fruit, and toast, then poured them juice. I stood back at attention. Silent. I wasn't allowed to make faces or talk back.
Both men ate their meal, and I saw the twink move his foot to play with Chris's leg. The younger man picked up a link sausage and began to move it in and out of his mouth.
"Timmy, you rascal." Chris said, ruffling his hair.
"I want to suck you again. I love your cock." Timmy put the whole thing in his mouth, then returned it to his plate.
"You will. You have some good lips on you, boy." Chris complimented him.
"Thank you, Daddy." Timmy blew Chris a kiss. I cringed inside. This was so stupid. Timmy looked over at me. "I want more juice." His glass was full, but he picked it and drained it, putting it back on the table.
"At once, Sir." I refilled his glass.
"That's so much fun! Can I make him do something else?" Timmy was getting into this too quickly for my comfort.
"Of course, he'll happily do anything you tell him to. Won't you slave?" Chris looked at me with a stern expression.
"Yes, Master. I will be happy to obey Sir Timmy." I couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth.
"Jack your dick." Timmy looked at me.
"Of course, Sir." I began to masturbate myself.
They watched me for a bit while they ate. "I want to fuck him. Can I fuck him? Pretty please?" Timmy tilted his head over to one side as he looked at Chris.
"Sure, finish your breakfast first."
"OK Daddy!" Timmy wolfed down some fruit and eggs so fast he started to cough. Chris laughed.
When they finished, Chris lead us to the living room, I crawled, since that was my usual mode of transportation in the house.
"Wicked!" Timmy exclaimed when he saw me crawling.
Chris pulled Timmy down to sit next to him on the couch. "Let the slave suck you a bit, then you can get to fucking him."
"Yeah! Do it!" Timmy splayed his legs open and I crawled between them, taking his cock in my mouth. He was decently hung. So even though twinks often are smaller, that rule didn't apply here. He was sparse in the pubes department, so I wouldn't be nose-in to a thick bush like I was with Chris. Timmy boned in no time, excited to be serviced by me. I wondered if Chris sucked him? This was obviously a gay date, not Chris exerting control over me or someone else. So did he give back? Part of me wanted to see that, if only to see Chris doing what he had been forcing me to do for weeks.
Chris opened up the towel and guided Timmy's mouth to his dick. Timmy took to it with relish, slobbering all over it. Chris leaned back and got to enjoy his blow-job and the fact I was still enslaved to him.
We had only been doing this for a few minutes when I heard Timmy say "I need to fuck him, otherwise I'm going to blow in his mouth."
"Go for it." Chris said.
Timmy bounced up, my mouth losing contact as he got behind me and pulled me up so my ass was in place for him. I put my hands on the sofa. "Just go on in. He's a slave, so you don't have to worry about him enjoying it at all." Chris instructed. Bastard. He knew I wouldn't enjoy it no matter what.
Timmy pushed in, letting out a big sigh when his cock went in. He put his hands on my hips and started to thrust, pulling me back and pushing forward in time with his cock.
Chris watched for a few minutes then got up, leaving his towel on the sofa. I could tell he got behind Timmy, and it took me a bit to realize he was sticking his dick in Timmy's ass. I figured it out as the rhythm stopped and things got erratic.
The kid took to it, and soon was pumping into me again. Chris was on a different time table and would do a thrust every so often, breaking the stride. I could feel Timmy get pushed into me, sometimes when he was withdrawing. It was a weird sensation.
