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17
Even's father sat down in the chair behind the desk in his study. He gestured for Even to take a seat in one of the chairs on the other side. They both sat rigidly, wishing for the conversation to end as quickly as it started.
“Your mother and I agree that with the… business last year, it's time we stop treating you like a child.” Even's father adjusted in his seat. “We've maybe been too soft with you, indulged you too much. But it must stop now.”
For a brief moment, Even met his father's eyes, but both broke away. “We've found you a valet,” his father said.
Even looked confused. He was expecting to be sent to some reform school.
His father continued, “It's what is done, I'm told, for men who… Well, who need help growing out of childish habits.” He knocked on his desk, a signal for the butler to come into the room.
This butler pulled along with him a slight boy, a bit shorter than Even, his hazelnut hair just beginning to curl along the edges. He didn't raise his eyes at anyone in the room, so Even looked at other parts of him: his hands, which seemed strong, as if from doing manual labor; his nose, slightly upturned, and lips, pointed in the center like a bow.
The boy was hardly the sturdy, stoic presence that defined Mr. Nilsen, Even’s father’s valet.
“This is…” Even’s father paused, trying to remember the boy’s name.
“Isak Valtersen,” said the butler.
As his name was called, Isak looked up and stood up straight. His gaze fell neutrally to the wall behind Even. He wondered how his father found him.
Even's father gestured to Isak. “Your new valet,” he told Even. Then he turned to Isak, who knew to face him and bow his head. “You'll work for my son. Do the job you've been hired to do. Do it well, and we'll write a good recommendation when your services are no longer needed.”
Isak nodded.
That evening, after Isak was shown to his room among the other servants and had time for a quick tour, Mr. Nilsen was kind enough to come by and offer some advice. The most important of which was to learn to be where Even would need him, not where Even was. So while dinner was being prepared in the kitchen, Isak and Mr. Nilsen ascended the backstairs to help dress their masters for the meal.
“Do you have training as a valet?” asked Even as he let Isak remove his coat.
Isak knew that question was coming. “No,” he answered truthfully. “But I was a footman for a little bit and helped dress guests. I'm a quick learner, though.”
He omitted the details about resigning that job after only a year when he was caught naked underneath the master of the house. Since then, he was working as an assistant groundskeeper until a stout man stopped by one day and offered him a job in a discreet company. He had heard Isak’s story, he had said, and was looking for men like him. The stout man was like a matchmaker: he found servants with specific tendencies to work in the homes of masters and mistresses who sought such special servants.
After Even was dressed, Isak brushed his coat and returned downstairs. If anyone knew why Isak specifically was hired, they didn’t let on. The rumors of Even’s matter in the previous year was well known to the staff. It was a maid who discovered everything and reported it to Even’s father. They didn’t share this with Isak, though, hoping to spare the boy the indignity of working for such a man. They didn’t realize Isak’s very reason for being there was tied up in it.
Once dinner was finished, Even came straight up to his room. Isak helped him out of his dinner coat and into something more comfortable for the evening. Even hadn’t said a word the entire time, clearly struggling with something in his head. Isak worried he was going to be fired before he had a chance to even get through one day on the job.
“So what exactly do you do?” asked Even, just before Isak was going to leave. It was clear he was asking about Isak’s value beyond being a valet. In other words, Even wanted to know: Why Isak? Why not any other man off the street or at least someone more qualified?
Isak had hoped that he didn’t have to be the one to explain it. But here he was.
“I…” Isak thought back to a humiliating conversation he had with the stout man, asking deeply personal questions about Isak’s desires, preferences, and tolerances. The man needed to know how to advertise Isak to his clients. “I help you, sir.”
Isak’s voice was soft. Even would even describe it as melodic. “Yes, I understand. My father told me you were a ‘release valve’ for me.”
They were both figuring out how vulgar they needed to be, if the euphemisms were not sufficient.
“You can have me,” said Isak, looking at the wall beyond Even, like he did in Even’s father’s study. His face flushed pink. “My mouth or… my backside.”
Even’s eyebrows shot up. He contemplated this fact for a moment. “So I pour all my unnatural desires into you.” Even stepped forward toward the shorter boy. “And like a confessional booth, I can leave it all in you and walk away with my soul lighter and absolved.”
Even’s lurid analogy and his proximity left Isak without words. Which was fine, because he figured he was meant to be silent anyway.
“And since you’re conveniently inside the house, my father can keep our little arrangement safe from society gossip.”
Even stepped closer to Isak. Until Isak could feel the taller boy’s breath on his face.
“Until I’ve gotten it all out of my system, he hopes.” Reaching forward, Even placed his hand on Isak’s chest, finally earning Isak’s gaze. His eyes matched his hair: brown with flecks of light that made them shine. Something rushed through Even. He gripped Isak’s jacket in his hand. “Touch me,” he ordered.
Hesitantly, Isak reached forward, knowing exactly what Even wanted, and placed his hand over Even’s crotch. He felt the taller boy’s dick twitch underneath his palm.
“Show me what your mouth can do.”
Isak’s eyes flashed downward at Even’s cock, but he returned to meet Even’s eye. Even released his grip on Isak’s coat and the shorter boy kneeled down. He quickly undid Even’s trousers before pulling them down his thigh. Even cock was already hard, pushing against the fabric of his underclothes. Having freed those, Isak took a moment to get a good first look at his master’s dick. If he did a good job, he would become very familiar with it. But Even had given him a task, and it was his job to do it.
He wrapped his lips around the head of Even’s dick, then grabbed the shaft for a few experimental strokes. This wasn’t Isak’s first blowjob he had given, but he wouldn’t have considered himself experienced. Most of the men he laid down with in the past were more interested in stretching his ass open and wrecking it.
That his first act with Even was a blowjob somehow felt prescient. Wanting to start on a high note, Isak employed a few tricks he picked up, using his tongue to tease the sensitive parts of Even’s cock. He worked his way down the shaft, putting more and more into his mouth. Even sighed in pleasure above him, and the sound energized Isak. He wanted to do a good job. He stroked Even faster, working his lips up and down the remaining part of his cock, wetting it thoroughly with spit, lapping up the precum that Even’s cock started to reward him with.
“Oh fuck, that’s good,” muttered Even, grabbing Isak’s head and working him further down his dick. Isak gagged a little, but redoubled his efforts to please Even. Even, meanwhile, took everything he could get. If Isak needed air, Even let him up for just enough air to continue before pushing his head back down. Spit ran down the length of his cock, wetting Isak’s fingers.
“I’m close,” Even said, and Isak saw a finish line. A tear threatened to run down his cheek, but he held it in. He took as much as he could. His body ached for air and his jaw was sore, but he couldn’t give up. He had a job to do.
Then Even finally came, and cock pulsed as it unloaded inside Isak’s mouth. Much of it launched over his tongue into his throat, making him swallow. Even grabbed the sides of Isak’s head and held him still, lest Isak move his head and let Even’s cock slip out. When he was finally spent, Even released his valet and stroked himself one last time, slowly, trying to give Isak everything he could.
Stepping back, he let Isak catch his breath and wipe his mouth. Isak looked up expectantly at Even, who was rebuttoning his trousers, tucking his deflating cock back under his clothes. “Get used to that,” Even grinned at Isak, “because, good God, you’ll be doing that a lot.”
Despite everything, Isak savored the compliment that floated just under Even’s words. He had done a good job.
Even sat down in a chair nearby, not taking his eyes off of his valet. “Now do you…?”
Isak cocked his head. “Me?”
“Do you need to, I don’t know, take care of yourself?” From the look on his face, it seemed like Even wouldn’t have minded watching that take place.
After a moment, Isak shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Isak stood, looking around to make sure no one was near, which, upon reflection, felt a little too late given the last few minutes. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to take his clothes off without Even ordering it, but maybe his question was close enough. He lowered his trousers to show Even his cock.
It was encased in a small contraption that prevented it from getting erect. A small lock hung off the top of it, which kept the cage around his dick secured to a ring behind his balls.
Even stared at it.
After a moment, Isak grew embarrassed of it, and put it back into his pants. “I have to wear it as part of my job. I can’t remove it. I think your father has the key.”
“So how do you… finish?”
Isak looked away. “I can’t do that either.”
“You can't or you're not allowed?”
What was the difference? Isak held his tongue from a snotty remark. “Not allowed, sir.”
“Ever?”
Isak confirmed that he wasn’t allowed to cum, ever, as part of his employment as Even’s valet.
Leaning back in his chair, Even looked Isak up and down, as if looking at him properly for the first time. “Well don’t worry, Isak. I’ll make sure I cum enough for the both of us. Now go undress and lie on my bed. I want to look at your cage, and you will stroke me while I do.”
Even stood and began to walk to his bed when he suddenly stopped and looked back at Isak. “And I’ll say this once, so listen carefully. Never waste a drop. Do you understand?”
Isak nodded, grateful he had swallowed earlier, and followed Even to his bed.
18
After several months, Isak wondered if his cock might break through the cage. It took him several weeks to be able to sleep through the night. Even had complained of his sloppy work in that first month. Isak apologized for his lack of experience and promised to get better, but he knew the reason for his poor service was his lack of sleep. There was a day that Even almost caught Isak asleep in his dressing room; had Isak not heard his master’s footsteps, he might have been sacked that day.
On the other hand, Isak more than made up for his burgeoning valet skills with the other services he was hired to do. Even made use of Isak’s body several times a day in the beginning, eager to never use his own hand on himself again. He had Isak on his knees in the dressing room, on all fours on the floor, and on his back in the bed. Sometimes he requested that Isak wake him up in the morning by sucking his cock. And as Even ordered on the first day, Isak never let a drop go to waste. Isak was diligent to keep it all inside him, wherever that was.
Isak was eager to please. Since he couldn’t stroke his own cock, he had to take pleasure in stroking Even’s. Since he couldn’t use his cock, he had to be satisfied with just using his ass. And since he couldn’t cum, he had to relish Even’s orgasms as if they were his own.
Sometimes he could trick himself into enjoying Even’s climaxes, as if he were experiencing it too. More often than not, he couldn’t. When Even drifted off to sleep after fucking his valet, Isak had to clean up and go back to his room, still keyed up. But that was the point. The more horny Isak was, the better suited he was to his job.
But as Isak’s body acclimated to the cage around his cock, he learned how to ride the waves of desire and frustration. He knew that touching his cock, in any way, was going to lead to anger and irritation washing over him. He found a dozen little hobbies to distract himself when his work didn’t stop his mind from wandering to his dick. Keeping his mind preoccupied became a survival strategy.
And he needed it. Even never let him go long without servicing him.
One afternoon, the first warm one of the spring, Isak was dirtying his trousers by kneeling in the dirt and sucking Even’s cock. As the first drop of precum hit his tongue, he remembered the first day of his job, when Even said he was hired to be a ‘release valve.’ Was Even supposed to be tapering off his use of his valet? If anything, it was getting more frequent. Maybe the initial frantic pace of the first few weeks had worn off, but Isak was put to use every single day.
Even grabbed his hair, bucked his hips, and shot his load down Isak’s throat. As he swallowed, he figured he would have this job for a little longer than he first thought.
19
When Even learned that Isak’s birthday had passed the previous week, he was offended that no one told him. But then again, he was drunk and more sentimental after a few glasses of wine. He called his valet into his room and told him to strip completely naked.
Normally Isak did his duties fully clothed, or at least with as little undressing as needed. But ever eager to please, he began disrobing in front of Even. He folded his garments neatly onto a chair nearby while Even watched, engrossed in the show of something so routine that felt so charged with desire and potential. When he saw Isak’s locked cock, he felt his own dick start to harden. It fascinated him how irrelevant Isak’s cock had become. There were times when Even was fucking him when he forgot Isak even had one. Isak never touched it, he never asked Even to touch it. It just dribbled precum, moreso when Even was really giving it to Isak.
Now that Isak was naked, Even saw that his valet’s cock was dripping still. He had almost chastised Isak for dripping onto his floor, but Even was truly the one responsible if that happened.
“Come here. I want to see your cage.”
Isak hesitated a moment before stepping forward, close enough for Even to examine his locked dick. The attention it was getting made Isak warm, and his cock twitched. It continued to leak.
Over the last year and a half, Even had wanted to ask Isak how he could possibly withstand never cumming, never being able to touch himself, never having control over that part of his body. But it was his family that hired Isak to do so, so he felt bad about calling attention to it. He knew not everyone was as well off as he. He knew some people stole their dinner or sold their bodies on the street. Hell, Isak was doing so in a way.
Plus Isak could quit any time he wanted. No one was forcing him to stay, forcing him to endure the strain of his cock at all times, forcing him to take Even’s cock up his ass every day.
All that to say, when Even looked at Isak’s cock, he felt a sense of gratitude that Isak did stay. That he did let Even use his mouth and ass. And he wanted to pay back the favor.
He reached forward to touch Isak’s cage, and his valet instinctively drew away, but he caught himself and let Even touch him. He ran his fingertips across Isak’s balls, which were full and tender. Isak couldn’t help but whine. Before his dick was locked, he hadn’t gone more than a few days without cumming since he learned how to masturbate. These months with an orgasm felt like torture when Isak was reminded of it.
But Even wasn’t satisfied with a brief touch. He grabbed Isak’s balls in his hand, gently massaging them until Isak was whimpering. “Please, sir, I’m very sensitive there.”
Even chuckled. “I know.” His head was swirling from the wine and the power he felt, holding Isak’s swollen balls in his hands. He knew his valet wouldn’t stop him, even if he starting hurting him. Not that he would. He wanted Isak to feel good. His valet hadn’t cum in over a year. That he knew of.
“When was the last time you came? Be honest.”
Isak looked up to calculate in his head. “Since before I started working here. It’s been 21 months, sir.”
“Fuck that’s a long time.”
Isak closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else besides Even’s fingers on his balls.
“Tell me if you get close,” said Even, continuing his massage of Isak’s balls. A stream of precum was running down his hand.
“I am, sir. I’m close.”
Even couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Already?”
“Please, sir. I don’t want to get in trouble.”
Even didn’t stop. If anything, he added a delicate tug on his valet’s balls. “You won’t.”
“Sir,” groaned Isak, doing his best to hold his hands back from grabbing Even’s.
“Show me. I want to see you do it.”
“Do what sir?”
“Cum.”
And Isak’s body jerked suddenly. His eyes shut tightly, like he could pretend he didn’t cum if he didn’t witness it. His hand shot out to find something to stabilize himself, because his leg wobbled as his orgasm barreled through him. While it felt like his cum launched across the room, it just trickled out of the cage, coating Even’s hand.
Even frowned as the warm liquid flowed over his skin. It ran down his hand and dripped onto the floor.
Above him, Isak breathed deeply, like he had been holding his breath for almost two years. He looked like he was going to crack in half. The moment was silent except for Isak’s gasping.
Finally, Even let go and Isak took a step back. Any drunkenness he had felt earlier seemed to be waning.
“This is disgusting,” said Even, inspecting his hand and the cum on it. He stood and took a cloth to wipe it all off. Isak just stared at him. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t right to do that. I accept full responsibility for this mistake. It won’t happen again.”
Isak stood speechless at Even. When he didn’t answer, Even just nodded, went to stand by his window and looked at the garden outside. “When you’re done dressing, please clean up any mess on the floor. Then you’re dismissed for the day.”
Quickly, Isak got dressed, wiped up his cum from the floor, and raced out. Once Isak was gone, Even opened the window to let the smell of Isak’s cum escape. He was curious about Isak’s orgasms. Now he knew: He was fine if Isak never came again.
20
“Fuck,” murmured Isak, twisting his hips, grabbing the silk sheets under his body. He tried not to flex his legs, which were propped up on Even's shoulders. Even's cock was buried deeply inside him, hammering against his prostate for the last 20 minutes. Normally Even was finished much more quickly. This time he was taking his time and drawing out his pleasure.
But he had pushed Isak to his absolute limit. Isak pinched himself hard to stop his body from chasing a release he wasn't supposed to have.
“What are you doing?” asked Even.
He fought with himself whether to admit that he was close to cumming. But the decision was made for him: Even bucked his hips and continued pounding Isak roughly.
Isak bit his fist and his body convulsed.
Even slowed a bit and watched milky fluid dribble out of Isak's cage. It was his first orgasm since the night, over a year ago, that Even drunkenly made Isak cum by massaging his balls. Despite Isak's panting and writhing on the bed, it looked like a pathetic orgasm. Still, one that he couldn't ignore.
“You're not supposed to do that,” said Even, a grimace on his face. A part of him was actually proud that he could make Isak cum without touching himself. And he was amused to have this new bit of leverage over his valet. But he also didn’t like the mess that Isak made. To Even, it also seemed a little disrespectful to make their fuck about Isak instead of Even, as if ought to be about.
“I'm sorry, sir! I- I-” Isak was out of breath. His body looked like it could liquify.
There was no taking it back now. Isak had cum. Even saw it. There must be consequences.
“I think I'm done as well,” said Even, pulling his cock out of Isak. The sight of his valet's cum softened his dick.
Isak scrambled to his feet. He at least could help Even get dressed as he normally did. He didn't ruin everything , right?
“It's fine.” Even waved him away. He looked down on the bed, and noticed a wet spot from Isak's orgasm. “I'm going to sleep in a guest room. Have a maid light a fire, would you? I'm going to get a drink while the room is readied.”
Even, still naked, sauntered to his liquors and poured a brandy. Isak quickly dressed to find the housekeeper and a couple of maids. The guest room would need a fire to warm it, it would need a good dusting, beds checked for mold or bugs, water poured for the basin, mirrors unshrouded, and windows unlocked. Candles for light, and a special scented candle to hide the smell of dust, were lit. Isak silently helped the maids do these chores, though it didn't help cool his fellow staff members’ annoyance with the sudden task.
“What did you do, shit in his bed?” asked a maid.
Isak's cheeks reddened but he remained quiet.
“Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to,” said the other maid.
“I do want the answer.” The first maid turned to Isak. “He was fucking you, wasn't he?”
“Astrid!” Exclaimed the second maid.
“Oh, like you didn't know! He's a ganzes bein valet. A valette . That’s what Mr. Nilsen says.” Astrid giggled.
The other maid continued her chores while Isak stood still, frozen by the cruelty.
“What is ‘gains been'?”
“It's German. It means ‘whole leg’ or something like that.” Astrid turned so she knew Isak would hear her, though he kept his back to her. “Most servants only use their feet for their work. But men like Isak use their whole legs. Their feet. Their knees. Their ass.”
The other maid was stunned by the vulgarity. Isak couldn't speak. He left the room, avoiding eye contact with both women. Looking for somewhere private, he fled to the attic of the house, and hid among the broken pieces of furniture, forgotten clothes, and bats.
Luckily Even had a few nightclothes on when the housekeeper announced later when the guest room was ready.
“Thank you. Please have all the sheets on my bed laundered.” Even stopped in his tracks. “No. Have them replaced. I don't mind sleeping elsewhere until that can be arranged.”
The housekeeper bowed her head.
A short while later, Isak emerged from his hiding spot and saw that everyone had gone. He meekly sought out Even in his temporary sleeping quarters. He shouldn't have; He should have left Even alone. But something deep inside him wanted Even to make him feel better.
As he entered the room, he saw Even at the window. He no doubt heard Isak enter.
Isak cleared his throat and tried to not to tremble as he spoke. “Can I get you anything, sir?”
“No.” Even turned and took a step toward Isak. “You fucked up, Valtersen. Do not let it happen again.”
Isak lowered his eyes. Fuck. “Yes, sir.”
“I'd hate to have to say something to my father.”
There was just silence from Isak.
“Do you want that?”
“No, sir.”
“I'd like for you to show me you're committed to your position. A very privileged one, I'll add.”
Isak didn't reply. He knew Even wanted him to be contrite.
“Tomorrow, I want you to wake me with that tight hole of yours. But wear the dressing gown. The one you hate.”
Isak's eyes widened, but he said nothing. Even had been trying to get him to wear girl's bedclothes for months, but Isak had been convincing him not to do it, for the sake of propriety. Now Even had more leverage.
At this point, Isak wasn't sure he could say anything now to get him out of cross-dressing.
“See you tomorrow,” Even said with a wink. Isak left. He would have to ask the housekeeper for a girl's dressing gown and would really like not to have to explain why.
He ought to submit his resignation and find a job in town. Nothing was as intolerable as this.
21
The house was abuzz as Even finally returned home. He had been gone for over a week in Germany and Denmark, meeting with business partners of his father there. He was taking more responsibilities with his father’s business, including the estate. Normally Isak would have accompanied Even on his travels, but his father expressly forbade Isak from going on the business trip. He didn’t want even a whiff of something strange between them. There’s only one chance to make a good first impression, Even’s father said.
So Isak stayed behind. But a day ago, he had gotten a letter from Even with some pretty specific guidance for preparing for his return. Isak had feigned illness that morning, as Even instructed, so he wouldn’t be called to gather his suitcases upon arrival. Instead, he hid in Even’s room until the suitcases were dropped off. Then, he climbed into Even’s bed, lying down on his stomach and pulling the covers all the way over him. Twenty minutes went by before Isak finally heard the bedroom door open. He prayed it was Even.
His heart raced as he heard the footsteps come nearer to the bed, until suddenly the covers were pulled off. Isak peeked one eye open to see Even smiling broadly at him. Isak imagined what Even was seeing: his valet, wearing a girl’s chemise, barely long enough to cover his ass, waiting in his bed.
Without a word spoken, Even pulled out his cock and climbed into the bed. Isak luckily already applied some oil on his ass, because Even wasted no time pressing his cock inside Isak.
Even remembered when he first asked Isak to dress in girls’ clothing. Part of him liked the delicate clothing and thought they were sexy. But more than that, he liked how Isak squirmed in them. How his face reddened so fast. Even now, Isak hid his face in Even’s pillows as he fucked him.
“I’ve missed this hole!” Even laughed and plowed into Isak. “Moan into the pillow, Valtersen. I want to hear how much you missed me!”
Isak didn’t keep anything inside. He wailed into the pillow, hopeful that nothing could be heard outside the room. Every push into him elicited a moan, and as Even increased the pace of his fucks, Isak’s noises turned nearly into sobs. It was so much.
But it was much better than the last few days when Isak had nothing. Even’s cock tearing his ass apart was far better than being enlisted by the gardener to help with the weeding since Isak had so much free time with Even around.
Even leaned forward, spreading his body weight over Isak. “Tell me you missed it. My big cock.”
“I missed it so much, sir. It feels so good inside me.”
“Fuck yeah it does.” Even pounded away and without warning, shoved his whole cock into Isak and came hard. Even rejoiced in his orgasmic high, the tight warmth of Isak’s ass, and the plush sheets underneath both of them.
Then Even pulled his cock out, admired his work on Isak’s ass, and rolled off the bed. Isak lifted his head, but Even stopped him. “Don’t move yet.”
Even tucked his cock back into his pants, and then pulled a chair to the bed. He sat down and nodded at Isak.
Knowing the cue, Isak reached behind him and carefully pushed the cum on his ass into his hole. He never wasted a drop. Even grinned at his valet’s obedience.
23
Isak was having one of his bad days. One of the days his cock demanded to be released and his brain thought of nothing but Even fucking him hard. He wanted to cum. He wanted to stop feeling like half a man, who hadn't felt his cock in his own hands in six years. Who hadn't felt an orgasm in three years. Who didn't have to tuck a handkerchief into the front of his underwear because he never stopped leaking.
His mood worsened when the housekeeper collected Isak to help welcome Even back to the house. Even left early that morning to go to Oslo to pick someone up at the train station and bring them back. The car stopped in front of the house and Isak started to grab some of the suitcases.
That’s when he saw Even helping his guest out of the car: A pretty young woman. She smiled at Even and thanked him, turning to take in the house. Her view never stopped on the servants, instead glazing over them as if they were part of the landscaping. Even caught Isak’s eye and winked.
“Miss Balke, let me give you a tour,” said Even, holding out the crook of his arm. The woman took it and they entered the house.
Isak took Even’s day bag back to his room, then returned to help lug the woman’s trunks to the guest room. Clearly she was intending to stay a while, presumably as a guest of Even’s mother.
That night, Even asked Isak to wear the chemise again.
Frustrated, Isak nearly tore it in half. He wasn’t a man. He was an object. A tool. A doll to be dressed up and played with and tossed aside. He hated it, but he especially hated how much his cock twitched inside the cage as he waited for Even to finish flirting with Miss Balke and come fuck him.
28
The wedding was beautiful and romantic and benefited both families well. Isak was distributing hors d'oeuvres from a silver platter after the ceremony, on the front lawn of the estate. Even hadn't looked at him once, and Isak could hardly blame him. His new wife, Sonja, was gorgeous. A familiar pang of jealousy stabbed into Isak's stomach, one he had been suffering since Even announced his engagement to Sonja earlier that year.
Isak knew his time had come.
It had been ten years since he was first hired. Even's father anticipated Isak being around for one year. Two years at most. But whenever he had the notion to bring up the fact that Even should have moved on from needing Isak, a dread washed over him. It was impossible to talk to his son about such things.
He considered just firing Isak. But the negative reaction he envisioned from his son halted that plan, too.
But that didn't mean Isak didn't know he wasn't supposed to be around. Mr. Nilsen barely spoke to him. The housekeeper kept her distance, too. The footmen and maids were polite enough, though they didn't seek friendship with Isak. After a turnover of servants, they were too young for Isak's company, anyway.
The new butler hired a few years ago was Isak's only true ally. Mr. Bern didn't approve of Isak's activities with Even. But he knew Isak was hired to do it, and did it well, and that was enough for Mr. Bern, oddly enough. He still prayed a few extra prayers for Isak's deliverance from his dispositions, though.
The first few months of Even's new marriage were a whirlwind. Even only utilized Isak's valet skills for weeks, since he happily shared his bed with his wife instead.
There were talks of babies, new jobs, and a new house. Even asked his father to allow them to move permanently into the family's apartments in Oslo. Delighted to see his son’s life unfold so graciously, he accepted.
Isak figured there would be no room for him in that new house. But when Isak asked Even if he might write him a recommendation for a new job, Even exploded at him. He insisted Isak stay on as his valet, even at the new house.
That night, as Isak helped Even dress for dinner, Even turned and coughed pointedly. It was his way of bringing Isak's attention to a different need: one that needed to be undressed rather than dressed. Almost giddy, Isak fell to his knees to take the familiar cock into his mouth. After a dry spell, Isak sucked Even’s cock like he needed it to breathe. He sucked Even’s cock so well that he had Even doubled over, his hands clutching Isak’s hair and shoulder, when he finally came.
As Even unloaded down Isak’s throat, Isak shivered with pleasure. He waited for every drop before releasing Even's dick and helping him finally dress for dinner. Even had to catch his breath first.
After that, Even started utilizing Isak a little more often. Weeks between blowjobs turned to days. Then after a few months, Even was back to using Isak every day. But instead of asking his valet to wake him up in the morning, he often called Isak spontaneously, after Sonja left to dress for the day or after Sonja rejected Even’s sexual advances in the night. Even never begrudged his wife about not taking care of him sexually. Whenever she wasn’t in the mood, Even could count on Isak still being in the mood.
It had been years since Isak last had an orgasm. Even smiled at the thought that Isak had forgotten what one felt like. ‘Good,’ he thought to himself. ‘The only ones he needs are mine.’
The day that the family doctor announced that Sonja was pregnant, Isak was the one cheering the loudest. He was happy for Even and his family. But he also knew that while Sonja was pregnant, she would probably want nothing to do with Even’s cock and his sexual needs. For the time being, Even was all Isak’s.
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Even’s cock fit snugly inside Isak, and a familiar squeak escaped his valet's lips. When Even called for his valet after dinner, he knew Isak’s hole was ready for him.
“Do you think,” said Even, pounding away inside Isak, “after all these years your body has conformed to the shape of my cock?”
Isak writhed in pleasure, his caged dick throbbed at the sensations, even though Isak knew he wouldn't cum. His cock nevertheless was constantly draining precum.
“Yes, sir,” Isak murmured when his brain would let him.
Outside Even’s room, two sets of childrens’ feet ran down the hallway. Even rolled his eyes, knowing his daughters weren’t supposed to be running in the house. “Good thing you can’t get pregnant, too,” teased Even, grabbing Isak’s hips to shift his body to better accommodate Even’s cock. “I’ve cum in you enough to repopulate the earth if that was the case.”
Isak closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to let Even’s ridiculous sex talk ruin his pleasure. This was all he knew, after all. It had been thirteen years since he last felt cum shooting out of his dick. Frankly, he forgot what it felt like. Instead, he took what he could get: the pleasure of Even’s cock filling him, pounding his prostate, throbbing inside his hole. This was enough to satisfy the horniness he felt all the time. At least, until the next day.
“Fuck, I”m going to cum,” groaned Even. Without ceremony, he finished inside Isak. Smiling down at his valet, he affectionately moved a curl off of Isak’s forehead. “Want to cum, too?”
Isak sighed. Even started asking him if he wanted to cum a couple years ago. Of course he did! But that wasn’t what Even wanted to hear.
“No, sir. I only want you to cum.”
Even slapped Isak’s chest fondly. “Good boy.” He rolled off the bed and waited for Isak to follow suit so he could get dressed and take his kids out to a park.
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Even stared into the fireplace in his study. His father retired last year and the full responsibility of the company his own father, Even’s grandfather, built was squarely on Even’s shoulders. Not to mention his daughters’ suitors who came to visit every other weekend and the dinner parties his wife threw on the other weekends. And the political turmoil that was descending on the continent. Even sighed and relaxed his shoulders.
Between his knees, Isak was sucking gently on his cock. He had been there for forty-five minutes already, but he hadn’t complained once. He knew Isak loved nothing more than to have Even’s dick inside him; it didn’t matter if it was his mouth or his ass. Between the heat of Isak’s mouth and the heat from the fireplace, Even let his worries melt away.
He had read the paper earlier when Isak first took his cock, then reflected on his day and the state of his family. Now it was time to really enjoy himself. His body has been slowly building up an orgasm. He didn’t feel the need to cum every single day like he did in the past (or three times a day when Isak first started working there). Instead, he valued quality over quantity.
Even ran his hand through Isak’s hair, and earned a murmur of pleasure in response.
“Do you want me to cum soon?” Even asked.
Isak grunted. He did not. He wanted to stay there for hours. His cock, though limp–as it had been for the last two decades when it stopped trying to get hard–trickled out precum. This was the closest thing he could feel to sexual pleasure and would take as much of it as he could.
“Sorry old boy, I’m starting to get close. No, don’t stop now, you bully!”
Even laughed as Isak teased him, but as instructed, Isak resumed sucking him earnestly. He stroked Even’s cock and could feel it engorge as his orgasm drew closer. Within a few minutes, Even unloaded into Isak’s mouth, quite possibly for the ten thousandth time. Maybe twenty thousandth time.
“Show me,” ordered Even, glancing down at Isak who still had his lips tightly around the head of Even’s cock.
Delicately, Isak leaned back, and then opened his mouth to show Even the cum pooling on his tongue.
“Swallow it.”
Isak complied.
“The only cum you need, hmm?”
“Yes, sir.”