House Boy

Kent's routine was normal. Every morning he'd turn his face away from his pillow awake, the sheets saturated with body odor. After leaving them to wash and grabbing a bite to eat, he'd finally dress himself in the gym clothes he'd discarded yesterday on the floor, the fabric still slightly moist. Wrapped in biker shorts and a tank smelling like a locker, he'd head to the gym.

The gym was part of a larger building, a sauna. It was a long room with machines and few free weights. It never crossed Kent's mind that almost everyone else there was in various stages of undress, some not even working out. He never remembered talking to anyone there though, but didn't know why. Several times he'd zone out, only to come back having let a bunch of sweat in his mouth. It's flavor filled his throat, his lips salty, tongue dry.

He was pretty sure he'd always finished his workout just after noon. Somehow though, when he was leaving the building, it would already be five. Didn't that happen yesterday too? The thought would quickly disappear from his mind, the soreness in his muscles and ass distracting him.

Once home he'd leave his clothes back onto the floor, throwing together a dinner and placing over half of it in the fridge after eating his portion. Finally he'd jump in the shower. washing every inch of his body with soap.

It was a boring process as habit took over, shaving all the hair off his body except his face. He'd lather soap on every inch of his body, feeling slippery, bending over and clearing out his ass by spreading his hole wide with his hands. He'd feel like a bar of soap when he was done.

He grabbed the bed sheets out of the dryer, making the bed. Naked, he'd crawl in it with his stomach pressed into the mattress, sticking his muscled ass up by spreading his knees wide. He'd stay like this, spending the rest of his night on his phone.

This time though, he noticed himself in the mirror to his right. Damn did he always look this good? He nearly didn't recognize himself, all his body hair gone, toned up. He laughed at himself, the way he was positioned looked gay. He didn't know when he had started doing it, but it just felt natural now.

As he had time to think, he looked at his surroundings. Where was he? This wasn't his place. Where was his stuff?

He felt the need to get up, get out. He couldn't move a muscle though. He had to be good, stay in this position, be ready.

Be ready for what?

That's when a huge man dressed in work clothes walked through the front door, eyeing the boy positioned on his bed. "Good cub" He said, discarding his pants to the side and approaching the bottom with his hardening dick.

But Kent would already be gone after hearing those words. His eyes would be glazed over, the need to satisfy his master taking over his mind, everything clear now.