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Kaoru had heard of the service from a friend, the man not so discreetly handing him a business card for a service he’d recently contracted. He pretended not to look as he swiped the card under his hand and stuffed it in his pocket to avoid any prying eyes. “Oh come on, Kao…It’s just a maid service, right?” his tipsy friend jeered, gently shoving his shoulder. He leaned in towards him “But they have butlers, too you know…” “Don’t embarrass me.” Kaoru warned him, flustered as he shoved him off. He kept drinking as his companion gleefully slapped his knees at his expense and ignored the side eyes from other patrons. And so there he sat the next morning, clicking through the webpage for this “cleaning service”, scrolling through profiles on profiles of cute girls in maid costumes posing provocatively with mops and spray bottles. He found plenty of them cute, faces ranging from innocent to sexy in a variety of cup sizes and ages, but none of them really held his interest . Once he had reached the bottom of the maids’ page, the glowing blue “butlers” button at the bottom of the page enticed him. Something about its pulsating halo drew him in, warmth pooling inside him as he hovered his cursor over it. God, am I really doing this? It had been a while since he’d last hired a service like this, and much longer since been with a man but…well, I guess it couldn’t hurt just to browse, right?
There were lots of cute guys in their 20s, and quite a few in their early 30s. He was nervous about picking someone too young, self conscious about recently hitting 50 only a few weeks prior and not wanting to be the “creepy old man” salivating over a college kid trying to pay his bills… Towards the lower half of the page, he stumbled across a profile that pulled his attention. In his photo, he sat on a bed adjusting his cuff and looking off to the side, legs crossed and warm lights dimmed. His description had little to say compared to the prior ones filled with hobbies and blood types, this one only containing his name and sexuality followed by a brief flirtatious “about me” blurb. “Toshiya. Bisexual. Type B. A thorough and experienced butler completely at your service.”, it read. The bolded “completely” in the text on screen read as a low, velvety voice in Kaoru’s head, his face warm as he lit a cigarette and contemplated the profile further. He had a soft, gentle face with dark sparkly eyes, eyebrows knit into a cute semi-frown as he unlatched his wristwatch in the teasing photograph. His curved lips were slightly parted, smooth lines casting soft shadows over his face hidden behind wisps of softly highlighted brown hair. If he was this beautiful clothed, Kaoru could only imagine… He ashed his cigarette in a metal ashtray and set the business card on the desk on his exhale, smoking with one hand and clicking through the reservation screen with the other. He should probably put down a reservation before changing his mind, right? Kaoru booked Toshiya to come to his apartment later that evening, reserving him for only two hours. Once the booking was submitted and he received a confirmation from the agency, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, glancing towards the late morning sky. He wondered if he should spend the afternoon cleaning up the bigger messes in his apartment he’d been putting off, so as not to embarrass himself further.
The evening eventually rolled around and Kaoru paced around the apartment with a lit cigarette between his fingers. He shuffled back and forth beside the open window and exchanged occasional glances with the clock on his wall. The last ten minutes awaiting the other man’s arrival felt endless, head brimming with anxiety. What if his neighbors saw him arrive? What if he somehow upset him by mistake? He’d read the rules over and over, memorizing the do’s and don’ts of this service thoroughly to ensure he was in control and able to relax without wondering if he was somehow inadvertently crossing a line.
“Cash payments only, full base amount paid upfront, add on services paid upon request.” he went over the disclaimers in his head to review, “Contact comes at an additional fee and can be declined at the maid/butler’s discretion. SM play allowed with some maids/butlers, please consult with them prior to initiating your session. Please review our full fee list and your chosen servant’s profile for details and any servant-specific limitations.” Despite the initial vagueness of his profile, his services and limitations were clearly outlined. He was open to nearly everything, partial and full nudity, topping, bottoming (this selection had a small heart icon beside it, indicating his usual preference), and light SM play. A box titled “FULL LIST AVAILABLE TO REPEAT CLIENTS” sat below the basic menu of role play, light impact play and ropes. Kaoru mentally highlighted this portion to return to if this meeting was successful—
The sound of the door bell jolted him back to the present, and he quickly put out his cigarette on the ashtray balanced on the windowsill before hurrying to the door. He heard its metallic clatter the second he reached the door, and gave up on his urge to go clean it once he saw him waiting outside through the peephole. From a glimpse, he seemed timid, his body language closed and nervous, or maybe the cool weather had gotten to him. Kaoru sighed and opened the door, the man seemed to perk up as soon as the door opened, posture straightening and looking up from his phone with gorgeous dark eyes.
“Mr. Nishimura?” He inquired, holding a gym bag in one hand.
“Niikura” Kaoru almost corrected him, then caught himself once he recalled he had given the agency a slightly different surname, but it still sounded too close to his real one as it was echoed back to him.
“Please, come in.” he didn’t waste any time ushering the younger man indoors, glancing around once he was inside to ensure his neighbors weren’t spying. He set his bag down and removed his shoes, followed by his coat. Kaoru still couldn’t tell his age just by looking at him. Granted, they probably weren’t too far apart, but his slim, toned figure and smooth features made him seem much younger. He had to stop himself from staring as the man hung up his coat and turned to him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled warmly and bowed. Kaoru nodded, fighting his nerves behind a cool exterior as he got a proper look at him. The butler’s well tailored clothing hugged his thighs and waist, the white shirt sheer enough to tease what lay beneath, and that same wristwatch from the photos. Kaoru felt inadequately dressed in his black jeans and sweatshirt.
“My name is Toshiya, thank you for booking my services this evening. Have you received services from our agency before?” He shook his head, “But I’ve read your agency rules and reviewed your profile.” Toshiya seemed pleased by the mention of his profile, lips turning upwards followed by a slight nod.“Very well.”
He paused for a moment, and Kaoru reached into his pocket to hand him the payment for the two scheduled hours. Toshiya smiled as he bowed deeply and folded the bills into his pocket. “Thank you, sir.” He expressed and Kaoru watched him set a timer on his phone and set a bag down on the table.
“I can begin with the cleaning service, it can take up as much or as little of the allotted time as you choose. As a reminder, contact and any additional services including garment removal require payment upfront.” He laid out some supplies and slid on white gloves. Kaoru had definitely browsed the list of additional services thoroughly, and had withdrawn plenty of cash should he choose to indulge in them. “Shall I begin over here, sir?” Toshiya gestured at the fallen ashtray, picking up a small brush and dustpan. Kaoru nodded, glancing away in his embarrassment before a blush could settle. He probably heard the ashtray fall onto the wooden floor shortly after he rang.
“Go ahead.”
And he got to work, sweeping up the floor and discarding the ashes, even cleaning the metal ashtray and setting it down on a side table. He ensured that recently dirty part of his floor was sparkling in just a couple minutes, before moving onto his kitchen. Kaoru followed behind, watching him meticulously clean and polish his dishes with a clean apron draped over his clothes. Kaoru watched each curve of his backside straining against the cloth of his trousers with each shift in his stance, hugging his ass with the faint outline of his briefs visible.
“Would you…” Kaoru blurted out. Toshiya turns to face Kaoru as he places a dish on the rack to dry.
“Mr. Nishimura?” He dries his hands and folds them in front of his apron. Kaoru reaches into his pocket to fetch the bills, eyes fixed onto Toshiya’s face. “Your trousers, please remove them.” He counts ¥5000 in bills and extends them in front of him. “This will cover the fee for your shirt as well, but please keep it on for now.” Kaoru’s gaze is sharp, but Toshiya smiles, accepting them with a bow. “Understood, sir.” He folds the bills into his pocket and unbuckles his pants. “You understand undergarments are a ¥2000 additional charge, yes?” “I understand.” Kaoru replies quickly. Toshiya nods, and slides his trousers off, folding them over his arm and neatly onto a nearby table before returning to finishing up the dishwashing. Kaoru took in a good look at his newly revealed backside, the pliable firmness of his smooth thighs evident in the way they bulged beneath the seams of his briefs, a black pair that encased his gorgeous ass. Kaoru wondered how each cheek would fit into his hand, perfect handfuls he could squeeze as he pushed him against the counter, ravishing each inch of his cream colored skin as he pushed his shirt off his shoulders and—
“What would you like me to do next?” Toshiya asks as he turns to face Kaoru, thighs peeking from below the front of his apron.
“You can dust the living room.” He orders as he catches a good last look at his ass and thighs from that angle before turning to leave for the couch. “You can start with the tables, then shelves.”
He sits on a chair beside the ashtray and puts a cigarette between his lips, hoping to take the edge off and relax by watching him clean. Before he can reach for the lighter, Toshiya leans forward with his own, sparking it before Kaoru’s face. Kaoru stares at him through the warm glow of the flame as he leans his cigarette into it. The fire flickers in the reflection of his inviting dark gaze, dangerously close to his face, before the flame is replaced by plumes of smoke emanating from Kaoru’s glowing cherry as Toshiya withdraws the flame.
It was in this moment Kaoru became acutely aware of Toshiya’s momentary downwards glance as he stood again. The warmth between his legs seemed to swell as the thigh Toshiya momentarily straddled cooled as he removed his apron and picked up a duster with newly white gloved hands. He leaned over to clean the tables, bending over to playfully display his ass from a variety of angles, the curvature of his balls more visible the lower he bent, enticing Kaoru to want to lean in closer to look at his peeking skin. And he found himself doing so once he dragged and ashed his cigarette, leaning in on the exhale to get a better view.
His thighs and ass jiggled with each step, varying in intensity depending on how he moved. Kaoru found himself mesmerized by a small mole beside a thumb-sized bruise from a glimpse of Toshiya’s inner thigh, and as he wrapped up dusting the tables, he pulled the ¥2000 from his pocket. “For the shelves…” Toshiya turned as Kaoru held the bills out. He accepted the bills, placing them in the breast pocket of his shirt. He then carefully slid the waistband down and over his ass, giving Kaoru a good look at his bare backside as he slid the garment further until every once hidden part of him was exposed. Toshiya then began to work on the shelves, propping his knee over elevated surfaces to reach the crevices he needed to dust. Kaoru took a long drag, moving closer to watch Toshiya work. As he leaned forward, carefully dusting books and collectibles with intense focus, his ass was in full display, soft mounds moving in tandem with his thighs that occasionally parted far enough to show off his smooth cock and balls. The shirt hung loose enough to offer Kaoru a glimpse at his broad, healthy chest from below, and he pictured what it would feel like to grab that chest from behind. Toshiya seemed to notice the older man’s interest, and pushed his ass backwards as he absentmindedly dusted to give Kaoru a better look. He could hardly take the tightness in his jeans anymore, the strain had become painful and unbearable and palming his crotch in between drags of his cigarette. As he put out his cigarette, he glanced at his watch and noticed he was about to hit the half hour mark…
“Toshiya.” He called to him. Toshiya turned to him, placing both feet on the ground and coyly covering his front with his hand.
“Yes, sir?”
“You can remove your shirt now.” He ordered, flicking his lighter to ignite a new cigarette. He’d gotten comfortable with his role by now and kicked up his feet on the ottoman as Toshiya stripped off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning his cuffs before going down the front at his own pace, one button after another. The white cotton fabric slid down his shoulders, and Toshiya’s eyes glanced up to meet Kaoru’s. Kaoru felt himself swell hot from the inside as the white fabric fell from Toshiya’s arms and onto the floor, sculpted body completely smooth with a hairless half-hard cock.
There was no point holding back anymore, Kaoru thought to himself, and as he hungrily glanced up and down Toshiya’s godlike physique, he neglected to remember the ashtray right beside his hand as he raised the newly lit cigarette to his mouth, pushing it off the edge. The metal ashtray clattered on the floor again, scattering ashes across the ground and making Toshiya jolt like a frightened bunny. He was so exposed and vulnerable, and this little accident presented a new opportunity to escalate the situation. It was so perfect, Kaoru had to suppress how pleased he was with the circumstances in favor of keeping his poker face. “Come clean this up please.” He beckoned him over, looking up and down at him as he uncrossed his legs. Despite being the seasoned professional Kaoru presumed he was, Toshiya approached more cautiously this time, bowing instead of offering a verbal response as he got on his knees and crawled over to clean the mess, reaching for the small broom and dustpan as he did. He momentarily worried he had overstepped, but kept it together. His lips were tightly pursed, focused on brushing up the small amount of ash that had accumulated since the ashtray’s last fall. Meanwhile, Kaoru pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and cleared his throat to get Toshiya’s attention.
He raised his head “Is this enough for full service?” He dangled the wad of cash in front of him as Toshiya knelt before him. Toshiya accepted the bills and counted them, initial hesitation turned to satisfaction once he counted the bills and folded them back up. He rose to his feet, fully exposed but witn that same warm smile as he extended his arm towards him.
“Shall we move to the shower, sir?”