Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2021 19:27:48 -0700 From: Timmy Elliot Subject: A kept man in China, part 4 ----- Readers: This is a completely fictional multi-part story involving a 25 year old white American man who finds himself at the beck and call of an increasingly confident 14 year old Chinese boy, while he is living and working in China. If you find this subject matter objectionable, please stop reading now. If you enjoy it, I hope you'll reach out with your thoughts and comments, I am at east.meets.west.te@gmail.com. Finally, please do consider making a donation to Nifty, to support the editors who make this site possible and allow this fiction to be published! ----- After Xiaobo scrutinized my cock and declared it small, after he ordered me to remain naked for the rest of his parents' absence, and after my defeated, aroused whimper of acquiescence to this order, the most amazing thing happened. He took his eyes off of me, returned to his stool at the island counter, and concentrated on eating the omelet I had made for him. I'd done everything he'd asked, obediently stripped naked in front of a young boy, revealing my erection... only to gain a moment of his fascination? It must have meant he was simply not aroused by me as I was of him. I cringed again, forced to admit another layer of my conceit and replace it with humility. Why did I assume he would be aroused by me at all? Especially after he saw in short order my cock was nothing impressive? It was utter arrogance to assume or even hope that a Chinese boy would desire an American man. "You're just an American servant, you idiot," I said to myself, mouthing the words but staying silent. Xiaobo didn't even have a comment on his breakfast. "Would you like some pepper on your omelet, sir?" I asked. He shook his head no without saying anything. My hard cock started to soften and shrink in defeat. Perhaps I was being kept naked only to put me in my place. How selfish of me even to be aroused. At last, Xiaobo looked up from his plate. "The plants need watering today," he said matter of factly. "The... plants... on the deck, sir?" I asked, suddenly realizing this task and my nakedness created a very awkward situation. Granted, on one deck on the 31st floor of a massive high rise condo building, I wouldn't exactly be in plain sight. And yet, I wouldn't be hidden either. Xiaobo nodded with an expression of mild annoyance that I had to ask for clarification. I grabbed a watering can by the sink, filled it up, and took a deep breath and stepped naked out onto the narrow deck and closed the sliding window behind me. The early autumn hair had started to develop a bit of a chill this morning, and it felt unusual to feel cold air swirling around my privates. Even despite the tension of the moment, the lack of Xiaobo's apparent interest in my nakedness had extinguished the last of my erection, and the cold air gradually shrank my soft member down even further. I went to slide the door open to go back inside... only to find it locked! I was trapped naked on their deck! Peering through the window, Xiaobo was nowhere to be seen. I tapped on the glass hoping to get his attention, but he didn't appear. I knew I could get his attention with a louder bang, but then I might call others attention to myself. In Europe, hanging out naked on one's deck might be a daily occurance. In China, it's a great way to get on the wrong side of the law. I crouched down below the wall of the balcony and huddled against the cold, waiting for rescue. After what seemed like an eternity, Xiaobo passed through the living room. I hurriedly tapped on the glass and got his attention, and he ambled over to unlock and open the door. "Sorry, sir, I--" I began. "You were careless," he interrupted disapprovingly. His eyes went to my cock, which by now because of the chilled air had retreated to a miniscule nub. His lips seemed to curl into a slight smile. "Are you cold?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of my embarrassingly small manhood. "Yes, sir." I said, visibly shivering. Xiaobo only nodded. At last he said, "I'm going to take a bath." For a brief moment, I deceived myself into imagining his bath might be shared with me, an offer for me to warm up. "You're just an American servant, you little-dicked idiot" I reminded myself. Sure enough, he went off to the large bathroom, closed the door, and began drawing a bath only for himself. I walked over to the kitchen and cleaned up the plates left over from breakfast. Vigorously scrubbing the counter naked, my shrunken cock jingled between my legs like a dainty little bell. The best I could do to warm myself was run my hands under the hot water in the sink. Then I heard Xiaobo calling for me from the bathroom. I walked up to the door. "What is it, sir?" "I forgot to turn on the heated towel rack," he explained. "Where is it?" "In here," he answered with some derision (where else would it be?). "May I come in, sir?" I asked, realizing that this would mean me being naked in the same room as my naked Chinese master. "Yes," he responded slowly, a 'why else would I have asked you?' tone in his voice. I popped open the door and was immediately met by his piercing, perceptive, dark brown almost shaped eyes locking on to mine. He was sitting in the tub, the top half of his torso above the water, wet and shiny. In the brief moment before I looked away, I caught a glimpse of his perfectly tan and smooth chest, and the crisp if still-developing curve of his pectorals. Two dark nipples stood in stark, beautiful contrast to his silky skin. That was all I saw before I lowered my eyes to the floor demurely, hurried to the heated towel rack, and turned it on. Then I turned around and left the bathroom quickly, closing the door behind me. Xiaobo said nothing. I sat down on the couch in the living room, too stunned by this brief encounter to find something productive to do. I curled my long legs up beside me and huddled, doing my best to warm up despite being naked. I replayed the image of Xiaobo in my mind's eye. He was so confident to be bare chested in front of me. And I could see why. Those pecs of his! Masculine and defined, even if they were still shallow and underdeveloped in his youth, they were so... Oh god, I thought, his youth. He's a 14 year old boy! My cock was whipsawed: my attraction to my brief glimpse was so powerful that my cock wanted to stiffen, and yet the shame of how forbidden such an attraction was acted to deflate it. Instead I sat on the couch, stunned, numb, ashamed, wanting to run away. After a while, I heard him call me again. I rushed obediently to the door. "Yes sir?" "Come in." An excited feeling of dread came over me. This meant I was going to get another look at his magnificent young body. This also meant I would be forced to reconcile the emotions right in front of him. I let myself in, looking straight at the ground. "Are you afraid to look at me?" he challenged. "You are allowed," he offered, sounding magnanimous. I looked up. He was beautiful. With his invitation, this time I took a longer look. The top of his abs were also out of the water, and showed the beginning of furrows and peaks of 6 pack abs, born not of powerful musculature, but of a slender body that had not an ounce of unneeded fat. They called my eye lower and lower, until I found myself looking through the surface of the water, drawn to what he had between his legs. I could see the dark color of a small tuft of his pubic hair, and then the shape of his young cock floating limp between his legs under water. My whole body went numb. Perhaps the refraction of the surface water was playing tricks on me, but his boyhood equipment seemed to be just the same size as my full grown manhood. Was that why he had commented that I seemed small? It almost made my American cock feel as if it was shrinking into me. Before my brain had any time to wrestle with this consideration, Xiaobo quickly stood up and stepped out of the tub. His body shimmered as water sheeted off his perfectly smooth, tan skin. Even despite the fact that his growth spurt was still ahead of him, he stood a surprising 5'10" tall, sleek and slender, but with muscles starting to fill out in a way that promised to become truly powerful as he grew older. Both his forearms and calves showed subtle but corded muscles as he moved and balanced himself, and his torso was just beginning to develop a slight V shape. The full panorama of his crisp young pecs and flat abs was now easy to see in one glance. And then I saw his young cock and the numb feeling I'd had before turned into a sizzling feeling of emasculation and inadequacy. Though it was by no means large, without a doubt this 14 year old boy's fully soft cock dangled heavier and thicker than my own, and his ballsack was round and prominent. I couldn't look away. The part of me that knew I should avoid even looking at a boy of this age naked wilted, and arousal flooded me. I stared at his superior endowment and let it crush my ego. As he stood naked and wet, in control, confident in his prowess and inviting me to admire his Chinese body, I stood naked and trembling, a deer caught in the headlights as my inhibition gave way and my cock rapidly stiffened to full disappointingly average American hardness, being scrutinized all the while. He had a front row seat to my collapse into a full grown man that can't resist the seductive beauty of a young boy. A young Chinese boy. A young Chinese master. And his power over me grew immeasurably. "I'm just a tiny-dicked American servant pedo idiot," I said to myself, as I felt my hard cock bobbing in syncopation with my racing heartbeat. This time the phrase was not a way to chastise myself, but to revel in what I truly was.