It's been a few weeks since I started serving Frank and Jim, and to be honest, things are going fantastic. I've been getting three meals a day, plenty of hot man sex, including bondage and leather, a solid roof, and a warm bed... or leather sleep sack some nights.
I arrive home on Thursday after work, and Frank is frantically running around the house, so much so that he doesn't even notice I've walked in and am waiting for my collar.
Jim finally walks into the living room, "oh, hello boy. Have a good day? Here, let me get you straight."
He places the collar around my neck, locks it, and kisses me.
"Thank you Sir, what's, um, going on with Frank, he looks like he's lost it?" I ask
"Oh, well, we just got asked to host a small leather get together, which normally wouldn't be a big deal, but it was asked to be done tomorrow night, so he's checking to see all that needs to be done. I hope you don't mind being busy."
I make a bold move, and go over to where Frank is pacing in the kitchen, I grab a hold of his arms, "Frank, stop. Take a deep breath, we will figure this out. How many people are coming?"
He stops, looks at my eyes, and begins to calm down, "oh hello boy, yeah, um, its 4 other people, but two are doms and two are their slaves, so we need 4 total chairs, their slaves, and you, are expected to sit on the floor."
'Okay, that's fine, we have six chairs around the table. What about food? Are we serving dinner? Or are we just providing something snack-like for people to come and go to eat?" I ask, calmly, holding him still.
"Um, I think they want a real dinner, can you cook? I don't know what you're going to make for seven people." He frantically looks around the kitchen.
"I will find something to make. You go sit down, let Jim love on you a little bit, are they expecting a fun time after dinner?" I ask.
Jim hears me and walks into the kitchen, he grabs Frank's arm, pulling him towards the living room, "come on baby, let me get my mouth around that sexy cock. Thank you boy, and yes, we should have the basement and the play bedroom ready. I'll help you with that later."
Shortly after that, I'm thumbing through the cook books, which I haven't had to look at recently, trying to find something good that I can make. I hear Frank's quiet moans from the living room as Jim makes good on his request. Sex will usually distract Frank long enough to calm down and focus.
I think to myself, "here we go, I'll make this, a nice roast with veggies."
I open the freezer to see what's in there, and we don't have a roast, so I go to my bedroom, making a mental note of what I need to buy. I dress in my regular clothes, grabbing my wallet and keys.
I go into the living room, and see Frank leaning on the couch, arching his back, and Jim is working his balls in his mouth, slowly stroking on this cock.
"Sirs, I don't mean to interrupt, but I need to go to the store and get stuff for tomorrow. Can one of you please remove my collar?"
"Come over here boy," Frank motions for me.
I walk to him, and I sit on the couch, he grabs my collar, but pulls my head down, "Suck on my cock while Jim sucks my balls. Get me some double action boy."
I take his cock in my mouth, suckling on the head, swirling my tongue around the head, gathering all the precum he leaks out.
"Oh fuck, that's right, my sweet hubby on my balls, our sweet sexy houseboy on my cock, and I'm loving life." He growls and moans.
Frank reaches down, and unlocks my collar, they both have the key tucked on their body somewhere at all times, he pushes my head off his cock, and gently pulls his balls from Jim's body.
Jim and I look up at him, he looks down at us, smiles, places a hand on each of our faces, "Let's go to dinner, we can go to the grocery store after. I'm famished."
"Um, okay," I reply.
"That sounds great baby," Jim says, standing up.
We all depart the house together, climb into my car, where Frank takes the front seat, and Jim in the back. I drive, since I'm the houseboy, it's my responsibility to drive them around unless they choose to drive.
Frank leans over, wrapping the chain around my neck and locking it, and instead of tucking it in my shirt as he usually does, he just sets it down on my shirt, "I want people to know that you're ours. We've been out for nearly 20 years, so we aren't shy about it. Let's go boy."
I shift the car into drive and start down the street.
At dinner, I excuse myself to use the restroom, to which Frank nods at me giving permission. When I return, they're sitting, staring at me, with smiles.