CW: gay bdsm kink fiction
Ben had motioned for No. 403 to get up. And so the scullion now stood in the kitchen; naked, with slumped shoulders and his head bowed, demure and submissive. "We're going into the living room," Ben decided. You hurried to open the door for the two gentlemen. As he passed, the other man gently ran his hand over your bottom. No. 403 crept after the gentlemen and lined up in front of the armchairs in which they sat. You left, to fetch the food. When you returned to the living room, No. 403 was standing obediently before the gentlemen, his legs slightly apart and outstretched, his hands clasped behind his head. The guest ran his fingers over the boy's lips. Ben held his penis in his hand and explained to the guest that the boy had had to be castrated because of his restless, defiant nature.
He pointed at his shoes and ordered: "Lick!" No. 403 looked uncertainly at your guardian, but when Ben nodded to him, he obediently got down on his knees.
