I’ve known Dan for well over ten years. I suppose in some ways we are unlikely flat mates. He’s a straight boxer with two teenage kids and an ex-wife. Oh so straight and macho. And I am gay, albeit it's not easy to tell for the untrained eye.
When he fell on hard times financially I was a listening ear. I can be a sucker for a hard luck story. I agreed to give him a place to stay. And he has been here ever since.
He was grateful. A sophisticated city flat rent-free is a big step up. He was keen to be the perfect companion. He was desperate to contribute in some way. To pay his way even though he had no money. And so we had an honest talk. It's taken a while to get to where we are today. But it works very well mutually. He gets to live here rent free and he gets many of the benefits of living in the city. And I believe he has come to accept - even enjoy - the new lifestyle.
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I'm in Starbucks enjoying the view over the park. I have had a leisurely few coffees as I read my book. I was in the office for a few hours this morning but now I am enjoying the autumn twilight. I watch Dan appear down the street. Watch him jogging towards me in his jogging gear. All sported up. His tall athletic muscles straining under the fabric.
He stretches outside of the shop, waiting. I nod acknowledgement and he enters cheerfully. With a glance around, he sits opposite me on the low seat and spreads his legs wide. He isn't wearing any underwear of course and I catch a glimpse of his extremely heavy balls. They must ache as he runs I am sure.
Carefully I screw open my flask. I have been filling it all day. Deliberately I pour it into the other coffee cup on my table. With a nod I watch as he brings it to his lips. To the untrained eye he sips his coffee. You'd have to be looking carefully at him to notice the twitch in his face as he drinks down the accrid liquid with a fixed smile.
Outside of the shop he takes my backpack and listens as I relay the ingredients I need from the supermarket. I will be meeting James and Tony for a drink. I am sure my evening meal will be waiting when I return. He nods and runs away steadily.
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It's gone 7 when I return. He greets me at the door of course and takes my coat. Then carefully, digently, he kneels before me. I raise my feet slowly one by one and he removes each with silent care.
I must say that he is now an accomplished cook. The meal is served promptly and is up to my expectations. I smile at him and survey the room. He's clearly been busy with his housework today.
You'd think we were partners. Well probably not. Flat mate is of course an in-joke. He stands silently at attention as I eat, and the only thing on his shaved and oiled body is the flat nubcage that keeps him permanently dickless. It's been at least half a year since he last cum. But he has learnt to accept and not to beg.
My slave has learnt his role well. As I kick back on the settee, he loads the dishwasher and cleans away the plate. Silently and humbly, he kneels down before me. And I drape my legs over his back. Time for me to relax with my footstool in position.
If only his boxing crew could see their tough man. I know he won't be revealing how he spent his evening when he goes to the gym tomorrow. And yet I know he has found true happiness. His real place in life is unlocked and realised. Submission is his real calling in life now. I sigh contentedly. Life is good.
