Chores

I came home from work one Friday evening, logged into my favorite website, and received a notification about a message from one of the other members. I immediately went to my mailbox and read the message:

“Alan, I see from your profile that you live in the same area as I do. I’m 18 years old, and I’m new to the whole male chastity experience. I’d really like to meet you. I see that from the photos you posted that you have several chastity devices. I couldn’t help wondering if you might have one I could borrow.”

I chuckled at this message, and pulled up his profile. The young man had posted one slightly out-of-focus photo of himself. He had taken the photo in front of a mirror using a cell phone, which partly obscured his face. He had tousled red hair, a thin frame, and lots of freckles. He wore glasses with black frames. His pubic area was hairy, but his chest was nearly free of hair, except for a tiny bit below his navel and another tiny patch right in the middle of his upper chest.

I sat and thought about his unusual request, and then I wrote back to him: “I have another idea. Would you consider coming over here and doing some chores for me? If you do a good job, I’ll give you one of mine to keep.” I chuckled some more and hit the send button.

I clicked on a link to view some profiles, then I went into the members’ forum to read messages that people had posted. After a while I went back to my inbox, and saw his reply.

“Yes, sir. I’m willing to do chores for you. May I come by tomorrow morning at 9 a.m.? If so, please send me your address.”

I chuckled some more, and sent him my address.

Next morning at 9 a.m. sharp the doorbell rang. I opened the door and invited him in. He was dressed in sneakers, blue jeans and a white t-shirt. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and I learned his name was Eddie. He told me he was eager to get started. I brought him into the kitchen and told him I wanted him to start by polishing my silver. I explained that I had inherited various silver dishes and utensils from my grandparents.

“Before we start,” Eddie said, “I have an unusual request.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Is it okay if I strip and work naked?”

I coughed and felt my cheeks burn, but I said, “Oh sure, no problem.” Eddie immediately shucked his shirt, removed his shoes, pulled off his blue jeans and his plaid boxer shorts and put them all in a pile on the kitchen table.

“Now I have another unusual request,” said Eddie. “Would you please take me clothes and put them somewhere else so I won’t know where they are? I want to feel truly naked. Know what I mean?”

“Sure, Eddie,” I replied. “I understand.” I suddenly felt very warm and the thought of taking a cold shower occurred to me. “Wait here and I’ll be right back.” I picked up his things and carried them off to my bedroom, where I placed them in a drawer.

I returned to the kitchen and started pulling out the silver. I handed him a cloth and the silver polish and showed him how to apply the polish to the silver. For fifteen minutes I brought him items and supervised as his polished them all and laid them out on the kitchen counter. Once everything had been rubbed carefully – the silver, I mean – I had him rinse all the items in warm water and then dry them with clean towels. By this time I was feeling a bit faint from being around a naked, red-haired, blue-eyed eighteen-year-old. I was feeling a bulge in my pants, and I still felt like I needed a cold shower. As he was drying the items, I excused myself, went to the bedroom, grabbed his clothing and shoes, and put everything in my gym bag. I went outside and locked the gym bag in my trunk. I was fully ready to return everything to him whenever he asked, but I couldn’t resist getting them totally out of his control. I got a charge from knowing I had them under lock and key. I returned to the kitchen.

“Okay, what’s next?” he asked. My bed, I thought, wishing hard that we could be there.

“I’d like for you to clean my bathroom,” I said.

“Sure,” he replied. He followed me to the bathroom, and I pulled out some cleaning supplies. He helped me clear the bathroom counter of all my stuff. We set everything on my bed temporarily. Then he cleaned the counter, washed the mirror, scrubbed the shower, cleaned the toilet and washed the floor. I gave him a clean towel to dry the counter, and then we put everything back on it.

“Good job,” I said, feeling very pleased.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“Vacuuming,” I said.

“Of course,” he replied. He followed me to the hallway closet, and I helped him get the vacuum out and plugged into an outlet. He began vacuuming the living room, and then we moved it to the bedroom and my study. “Now what?” he asked as we put the vacuum back in the closet.

“Polishing the dining room table,” I said.

“Sure,” said Eddie. I gave him a cloth and the furniture polish, and he was done in minutes.

“Now what?” he asked.

“I’d like for you to paint the kitchen,” I said.

“Sure thing,” he replied cheerfully. I was really beginning to like this kid. We went to the garage, found the paint, paint brushes, etc., and returned to the kitchen where I gave him newspaper to put on the floor in case of drips. I pried up the lid on the paint can and put him to work stirring the paint. Leaving him alone for a few minutes, I went to my bedroom changed into my painting clothes.

“Don’t you want to paint naked?” Eddie asked when he saw me.

“I’m just not ready for that yet,” I replied.

“I don’t mean to pressure you,” he said. We both laughed.

“Anyway, before we start, let’s have a snack,” I said. We raided the refrigerator and fixed ourselves snacks and drinks.

“So, Eddie, are you in college?” I asked.

“Nah, I’m still in high school,” he said. “I just turned 18 last week, and this is my senior year.”

Yikes, I thought to myself. He’s so young. “What are you planning to do after high school?”

“I’m hoping to get a job this summer, and then go to college in the Fall.” We continued talking about his plans for college as we finished eating. As we started painting I used a smaller brush and painted along the trim. I gave him a roller. From time to time I took a break so I could watch him paint, wishing my abs looked more like his.

We talked about what it was like being gay in high school. Eddie told me he had come out to his parents and his closest friends. He said most of his classmates didn’t know, or if they did know, they didn’t make comments about his sexual orientation. He wasn’t openly dating guys, but he was hoping to acquire a car with the earnings from his summer job, and he hoped to find some gay friends in college.

Painting the kitchen took more than two hours, but it looked great when we were finished. I examined the walls carefully for any flaws in the paint job, and made a few tiny adjustments with my brush. Pointing at the paint splotches on Eddie’s arms, I asked, “Ready for a shower?”

“Of course,” he replied. “How about you?”

“Yeah, I need one too,” I said. “Do you have any wet paint on your feet?” We wiped our bare feet carefully on the newspaper before walking across the carpet to the master suite. When I reached the bathroom I turned on the faucet so the water would warm up.

Eddie pointed at a metal ring that hung above the shower. “What’s that for?” he asked.

“A guy I used to date convinced me to install that,” I said. “He and I would take turns handcuffing the other person to the ring. That way we could have our way with the other person. You know, complete control.”

“Sounds like fun,” said Eddie. “Can we do that?”

Oh my God, I thought to myself, feeling weak in the knees. “Um, sure,” I said. “I’m game.”

“Let’s flip a coin to see who gets handcuffed first.”

“Okay,” I said. I found a quarter on my dresser.

“Heads, I get handcuffed, and tails you get handcuffed,” said Eddie.

“Okay,” I said again, flipping the coin.

“Tails!” exclaimed Eddie, seeing how the coin landed. “Cool!”

Oh my, I thought to myself, reaching for the key above the cabinet where I kept my sex toys. I unlocked the cabinet and found the handcuffs and a small chain and lock for fastening them to the metal ring. I set them on the counter.

“Naked time,” said Eddie, cheerfully, pointing at my shirt.

“Okay, okay,” I said, peeling off my shirt and pants and leaving them on the bathroom floor. I held out my hands so he could fasten the handcuffs. “Don’t make them too tight,” I said. “Just tight enough to make me secure.”

“Okay,” said Eddie, carefully tightening the handcuffs around my wrists. We stepped into the shower and he locked me to the metal ring using the lock and the small chain. “I’m glad you’re naked,” said Eddie. “I’ve been wanting to see you naked all day. It was all I could think about,” he said. Instantly I got a boner, and without hesitation he sunk to his knees and began sucking on my penis, which responded very quickly with a raging hard-on. “Whoa, there buddy,” said Eddie, standing up. “I don’t want you to shoot your load too fast.” He reached over and grabbed my shampoo. “Do you mind if I wash your hair?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied. I closed my eyes as he rubbed my head with the shampoo, massaging my scalp. My penis ached with desire, and I was totally helpless to do anything about it. After a few minutes he grabbed the soap and began washing me with it. He lifted the shower head off and began rinsing me from head to toe. Then he grabbed the soap and washed me again, his hands lingering around my privates. I felt him squeeze my balls. “Do you like how that feels?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted. My penis rose to attention again as I felt the ball-squeeze pain. “God, yes.”

“Okay, buddy,” said Eddie. “Don’t get too excited. You can’t shoot your load yet. So, what do you have in the cabinet? I’m really curious.”

“You can check it out if you want,” I replied.

“Okay, cool,” he said. He left the shower and looked in the cabinet. I could hear him setting a few items down on the counter. Returning to the shower, he asked, “Okay if I put a blindfold on you?”

“Sure,” I said. A few seconds later he had it fastened around my head.

“Cool,” he said. “Okay if I put a ball gag on you?” he asked.

“Okay,” I said. Oh God! I thought to myself, as my penis rose to attention again.

Eddie fastened the ball gag, and my penis ached with desire again.

Eddie retrieved another item from the counter and returned to the shower, putting one hand on my abdomen. I felt him pressing a dildo gently against my ass. After a few seconds of gentle pressure, he had it inserted. “You know, this is the first time I’ve ever had sex,” he said. “So far, it’s awesome. I’ve watched porn before, so I have some idea of what to do.” Eddie rubbed my shoulders for a few minutes.

“Are you ticklish?” he asked, suddenly digging his fingers into my armpits. I erupted in laughter. “Yeah, you’re ticklish he said.”

“Can you take a larger dildo up the ass?” he asked.

“Uh huh,” I said through the ball gag. He pulled the smaller one out, dropped it in the sink and returned to the shower with the larger one. I felt him pressing it against my ass, and he pushed it in, again with gentle pressure. This one had a handle, and he used it to fuck me, pushing it and pulling it for several minutes. I was in heaven, delirious with desire, my penis aching.

Eddie pulled the dildo out and dropped it in the sink. He unfastened the ball gag.

“Do you have sex often?” he asked.

“No, not really,” I admitted. “I’m not really the outgoing type, so I’m not active like some other gay guys.”

“Do you have any STDs?” he asked.

“No,” I replied.

“Neither do I,” said Eddie. “Like I said, this is the first time I’ve had sex.” Eddie picked up the soap and started rubbing it on me again. He stood behind me with his hands on my abs. I felt his penis pushing against my ass, and I gasped. Immediately I pushed back against his penis, willing my ass to open and let his penis in. Eddie, sensing my willingness, pushed his penis slowly in and then began fucking me. Responding to my moans of excitement, he began to move more rapidly until I began feeling his body pounding against mine. Eddie reached his climax, pumping his seed deep inside me, and holding me tightly as his penis began to relax.

“That felt sooo good,” said Eddie.

“It felt wonderful to me too,” I replied. Eddie patted me on the back and then left the shower. I could hear him toweling off. He turned the water off and left me hanging from the metal ring. When he was done toweling himself off, he picked up another towel and wiped the moisture off me as well. I could feel his hand squeezing my privates through the towel he held. He squeezed my balls some more and chuckled when he saw my penis stiffen.

“I love seeing your penis get hard,” he said. “But don’t think you’re going to come any time soon,” he said. “Having you in handcuffs is a huge turn-on for me, and I don’t want it to end too quickly. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Eddie left the room, and I stood there wondering what he was doing. I trusted him, and I figured he had gone to the kitchen to get a drink or something to eat. After a few minutes I heard him lay down on my bed. “I feel so great,” he said from the bedroom. “Being with you today has been so awesome. This is like the best day of my life,” he said.

“Having you here has been totally great for me also,” I said.

“My penis is so soft,” he said. “I feel tired. Is it okay if I rest for a few minutes?”

“Sure,” I replied, wondering if he was going to fall asleep with me locked in the shower. Ten minutes or so went by, and then he returned to the bathroom. “My turn to be locked,” he said, reaching up with the key and unlocking the chain that held me. He pulled the blindfold off my head, and I helped him find the handcuff key so he could unlock my wrists.

“Do you want to take a break or are you ready to be locked now?” I asked.

“Look at my dick,” he said, pointing to his penis, which had gotten hard again. “I’m ready to be locked.”

He held out his wrists, and I fastened the handcuffs and secured him to the metal ring. “You look awesome,” I said. “Do you mind if I take a few pictures? I promise I won’t share them with anyone.”

“Okay,” he said. “Go ahead. Just put the blindfold on so my face is not fully exposed.” I found my camera and took some picture with the blindfold on, as requested. I set the camera down. Seeing his penis was getting hard again, I knelt down and worshipped it with my mouth. When it got really stiff I stood up again and turned the water back on, making sure it was the right temperature before directing it towards his body. I washed his hair and body just as he had done for me. Then I found a washcloth and used it to gently rub the spots of dried paint off his skin and mine.

I rubbed more soap on his backside and rubbed my erect penis against his back, pulling his ass against my balls. “You feel so great,” I said.

“Fuck me,” he said. “I want you to fuck me in the ass, please.”

“Here?” I asked. “Or in my bed?”

“Here,” said Eddie. “Right here like this.”

“Okay,” I said, fully aware that he was barely 18 and wondering if I was doing the right thing. My penis was sure what it wanted, that was certain. I began massaging his ass with the fingers of my right hand while I squeezed his balls with my left hand. “Do you like the pressure on your balls?”

“Yeah, oh, yeah,” he replied. “That feels great. You can squeeze harder if you want.” I squeezed a bit harder, and he responded with moans and a stiffer penis.

I inserted one finger in his ass and carefully massaged the inside of his ass with it. I continued squeezing his balls gently and was in ecstasy listening to his moans and watching his facial expressions. After a while I was able to insert two fingers. When I was satisfied his ass was ready, I put on a condom (just to be absolutely sure) and carefully inserted my dick, pulling him toward me with my hands on his abs.

“Aah, it hurts,” he said. “But don’t stop. Keep going.”

“Okay,” I said. “Let me know if it hurts too much and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. I began pushing in and out, building to a slow climax. I grabbed him around the upper chest and pulled him hard against me, pressing my face into his red hair.

“This feels so great,” I said. I paused for a moment just to hug him from behind and enjoy the way his body felt pressed against mine.

“It feels great to me, too,” he said. “Fuck me, Alan. Fuck me.”

I resumed the rhythm again, and came close to climax. I pulled out and undid his blindfold. I put soap on my hand, then holding his balls in my left hand and my dick in my right hand, I rubbed until I shot my load, joyful at the surge of pleasure and the sight of him in handcuffs, his hands above his head and his hairy armpits fully exposed.

I grabbed the shower head and used it to rinse us off. Then I turned off the water and found more towels in the linen closet. I dried him off first, and then I dried off myself, leaving him locked in the shower as before.

Once I was dry and went to my cabinet and pulled out the chastity device I planned to give him in exchange for his work. “Are you ready for the chastity device now?” I asked.

“Oh, is that it? Yes, I’m ready,” he replied.

I fastened it on his privates, and we talked about how to keep it clean and how to keep the ring from causing chafing around the scrotum. I grabbed the keys and unlocked him from his wrist restraints.

“Can you stay for dinner?” I asked.

“Yes, actually, that would be nice,” he said.

“Do you need to call your parents?” I asked.

“No,” he replied. “This is their anniversary weekend. They went on a little trip, and they won’t be back until tomorrow night.”

“Oh!” I said. “That’s nice for them. And nice for us too, right?”

“Exactly,” he said. “It’s fucking great.”

“Do you want your clothes back now?” I asked.

“No,” he replied. “I’m still enjoying being naked. How about you?”

“Well, I guess I’ll stay naked too,” I said.

We went into the kitchen, and I put him to work peeling potatoes while I washed and cut up broccoli. I boiled the broccoli while I cooked the potatoes in the microwave. I pulled a steak out of the refrigerator and cooked it on the stove. Once the potatoes were soft, I put Eddie to work mashing them, and then we stirred in butter and sour cream.

After dinner we decided to watch a movie in the living room. I let Eddie pick the movie, and he found a Western-style movie with Mexican actors and English subtitles. “Is this okay?” asked Eddie. “I’m studying Spanish in school, and it helps me to watch Spanish-language movies.”

“Sure,” I said. “I studied Spanish in high school also.”

I made popcorn for us and brought him a glass of ginger ale. I was glad he didn’t ask me for beer, because I had maintained sobriety for ten years, and I hoped to continue being sober indefinitely.

The movie dragged on for two hours. As it was nearing the end, I noticed that Eddie had fallen asleep on the couch. I found a pillow and blanket and brought them to the living room, covering him with the blanket and setting the pillow next to him so he would be able to find it when he shifted position. I admired his pale skin in the dim light, his tousled hair and the chastity device on his privates. I felt a new surge of happiness at having him in my house on my couch. Turning off the TV and the lights, I went to my bedroom, brushed my teeth and got in bed.

Lying in bed as I drifted off to sleep, I remembered all we had done during the day, and marveled at how wonderfully the day had gone. I fell asleep fairly quickly. In the middle of the night I felt a sensation of movement in the mattress, and I realized Eddie was slipping into the bed with me. I reached over and patted him on the back before falling back to sleep. As I dozed I dreamt of making breakfast for Eddie in the morning.