Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 10:34:43 -0500
From: Steve Street <rssmaster@cox.net>
Subject: The faint aroma of soap

When I walk into the kitchen, I see boy at the sink counter pushing a fork
through the tuna mixture he is preparing for our sandwiches. He is facing
away from me and does not see me come in. I admire his back that tapers
from his shoulders down to his narrow waist and his hairless balls that
hang low between his legs, set off seductively by the but plug stub
sticking out of his ass.  When I clear my throat to let him know I am there
he immediately turns around and drops to his knees.  I walk towards him,
stepping behind him, and place the vial of KY on the counter. Taking a few
steps back, I stand in front of boy and tell him that he is indeed a good
boy and to stand up and finish preparing our lunch. Boy stands up, turns
around and resumes his culinary task. I sit down on a chair next to the
kitchen table and enjoy watching him diligently prepare the sandwiches and
quarter the apples and pears which he had thoroughly cleaned with running
water from the sink faucet. He takes down two plates from the cupboard and
places a sandwich and the quartered fruit on each plate. His picks up one
plate and walks over to where I am sitting, keeping his eyes lowered,
places the plate on the table in front of me. He returns to the counter,
picks up the other plate and walks back putting the plate down on the
opposite side of the table from where I sit. He stares down at his
sandwich, knowing that he cannot sit down with the but plug up his ass and,
I have no doubt, is hoping that I will remove it. He has learned that he
cannot start eating until I begin to eat. I pick up the sandwich and take a
bite. Boy lets out a little sigh, realizing that he will have to eat his
lunch standing up. I imagine that he must be thinking at least he is
privileged to eat with his plate on the table, because it was not that long
ago that he had to eat while kneeling next to my legs with the his plate on
the floor.  He picks up his sandwich and starts eating. I can tell he is
very hungry as he devours the sandwich and is eating the fruit before I
have finished my sandwich.  Having consumed all the food on his plate, he
stands with head bowed waiting for my instructions.

I savor the meal, taking my time. Finishing everything on my plate, I
instruct boy to bring me a large glass of water. Boy walks to the cupboard,
takes out a large glass, and then fills it with cold filtered water from
the dispenser in the refrigerator door.  He returns to the table, stands
where he ate, and, keeping his head down, places the glass in front of
me. I drink until the glass is half empty and, hand it to boy telling him
to drink the rest. After he drinks the water, I instruct boy to clean up
the kitchen and then go to the workout room and wait for me there. As he
stacks the plates and picks them up with the glass, I walk out and back to
the den.

I enjoy the daily workouts. It is not just that working out keeps me fit,
which it clearly does, but completing each exercise gives me a real sense
of physical accomplishment. No day is complete without the workout. I sit
down at my desk and turn on my computer. I have a neat program which I
downloaded several weeks ago which I use to create the workout routine for
each day, one for me and one for boy. There is something very satisfying
about checking off each routine on the printout as it is completed. Monday,
Wednesday and Friday I prepare a set of full body exercises, some days
using dumbbells and other days using barbells. Tuesday and Thursday I
devote to some kind of heavy cardio - usually on the treadmill. On
weekends, I get us outside for fast walking and running. Today, the program
suggests a full body routine using barbells. I enter the weight and
repetitions for each of the ten exercises suggested. For myself, I schedule
a single set for each exercise, for boy two sets of each exercise.  I print
out the schedules, turn off the computer and the printouts in hand, walk
out of the den and down the hallway.

Some weeks before I moved boy into my house, I had the rear bedroom
remodeled to make it larger and fitted it out with a power bench, two flat
benches, one incline bench, two barbell benches and a treadmill. I had a
rack installed with a complete set of dumbbells, four of each weight
ranging from five pounds to sixty pounds. I also have two barbells and a
barbell weight rack with a set of barbell weights, four of each weight
ranging from 1 1/2 lbs to 45 lbs. The workout room is almost as complete as
any professional gym I ever attended.

I walk into the workout room. Boy is kneeling next to the treadmill with
hands clasped on his ankles and head down, I walk behind boy and clasp the
printouts onto the clipboard that hangs on a hook attached to the
treadmill. Reaching down, I rub my hand on the back of his head pushing his
head down as I tell him to lower his head and raise his ass as I am going
to remove the put plug. With no hesitation, his lowers his head until his
forehead touches the floor, puts his arms flat on the floor next this head
and raises his ass up as high as he can. I grasp the stub of the but plug
and begin twisting and pulling until the plug loosens, and it comes out of
his ass with a soft plop as boy lets out a sigh of relief. The plug is
covered with a brown coating of ass juices, which pleases me as it
indicates that his digestive system is working and that, soon, he will be
needing to relieve his intestines of the digested food he has eaten that
day. I tell boy to stand up and when he is on his feet, I hand him the but
plug and instruct him to take it to the master bath and thoroughly clean
the plug and when he has done so, to return and give it to me. As boy walks
out, I sit on the chair near the treadmill, remove my shoes, socks, pants
and shirt and pull on my gym shorts and gym shoes.  I step on the treadmill
and start it up. I like to warm up five to ten minutes before I start
lifting weights. In a few minutes, boy returns with the plug, now shining
clean, in his right hand. He kneels next the treadmill holding the plug in
his raised hand.

In a few minutes, I finish my warm-up and turn off the treadmill. Taking
the butt plug from boy, I walk over and place it on the chair. I tell boy
to get on the treadmill and punch in the twenty minute program on the
console. As boy starts to walk the treadmill, I load the weights on the
barbell on the power rack and start my first exercise. My mind focuses on
my muscles as I do squats. Finishing the one set, I unload the weights and
walk over to mark off the exercise on the printout. As I do, I cannot keep
from watching boy, now beginning to sweat, the determined smile on his face
betraying that he liked what he was doing. His cock sways in front of his
hairless balls with each step adding to my visual pleasure. I have
completed five of my scheduled exercises when the treadmill stops and boy
steps off and resumes his kneeling position.  I leave the boy kneeling
while I finish the rest of my routine. I tell boy to stand up, read the
printout and start his work out. He reads the list and walks over to the
power rack and loads the required weights. The workout schedule for today
focuses on barbells and boy does two sets of each exercise, duly marking
the printout at the completion of each exercise. I stand with my arms
folded across my chest, watching him work out, occasionally reminding him
about his form and speed. He completes the last exercise and marks the
printout and kneels in front of me. I take off my gym shoes, socks and gym
shorts as I tell him to go to the master bath and that, if needed, he can
take a shit before he takes a quick shower, but if he does have a bowel
movement, he is not to flush the toilet as I want to see the results.

As boy walks out, I pick up my clothes, shoes and the but plug and follow
boy into the master bedroom.  Boy walks straight into the bathroom, and I
throw my clothes onto the bed, and I walk out and into the den. I go over
to the table by my chair and take out the charger, connecting it to the
butt plug. I want the plug fully ready when it is needed. When I walk back
and into the bathroom, boy is stooped over drying his legs obviously having
finished his shower. I look into the toilet and note that he did have a
bowel movement and a good one. One long, light brown turd graces the bottom
of the toilet.  I sit down on the toilet and add another long turd as I
look at boy who now is kneeling.  I get up, flush the toilet, and walk into
the shower. As I turn on the water, boy leans over and takes a clean towel
from the rack and drapes it over his arms.  I shower just long enough to
get the sweat off, turn off the water, reach over and take the towel from
boy's arms. After toweling off my head, arms and chest I give the towel
back to boy and turn around. After boy runs the towel down my back and ass
and legs, I turn around. Boy puts his lips on the tip of my cock, giving it
a kiss and a quick swipe of his tongue and then gently rubs the towel over
my balls and dries my abdomen and legs. I feel hungry again, and I am sure
boy does too. I tell boy to put the towels up and then go the kitchen and
make a protein smoothie for each of us, telling him to put in the fresh
blackberries, plenty of shelled pecans and two bananas. I follow boy out of
the bathroom into the bedroom and start putting my pants and shirt back on
as he walks out towards the kitchen.

-to be continued-