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stained here and there
    with horseradish sauce and barbecue.
    He stood on Scott’s small, tidy porch and knocked
    —then remembered Scott had told him to let himself in.
    He turned the knob. Unlocked. He entered the unlit hall,
    shutting the door behind him.
    It was colder in the house than outside. He
    shivered. No way could he take his clothes off—he’d
    freeze. He stood for a moment in the dark, listening to
    the hums and clicks of the house. A light was on in the
    kitchen, but otherwise there was no sign that anyone was
    home.
    He started to call Scott’s name but stopped. Scott’s
    instructions had been clear. He was to undress. Kneel.
    And wait.
    He removed his shoes and socks and placed them
    by the door, then unbuttoned his shirt with trembling
    fingers. He clenched his teeth, trying not to let them
    chatter. Why would Scott have the AC on? Aiden’s
    nipples stiffened as the cold air slammed his skin. He
    folded his shirt and put it on a nearby table. He undid
    his fly and slid his pants down, stepping out of them and
    folding them. Even though he was alone, he hesitated
    before pulling down his briefs. Once he took his
    underwear off, he would be totally naked.
    He closed his eyes and slid his briefs off. Put the
    folded clothes with his shoes. Knelt.
    After several minutes, the chill grew unbearable.
    His knees ached, both from cold and from holding his
    position. He shifted as much as he dared, trying to lessen
    the strain on his leg muscles. His stomach growled.
    He needed something else to concentrate on. The
    floorboards. Spotlessly clean—he could tell even in the
    dark; there was no grit under his feet.
    The chattering of his teeth seemed horribly loud in
    the silent house. He couldn’t stop digging at a hangnail
    on his thumb. God, if Scott didn’t show up soon… He
    thought about what Scott had said: A pretty boy who calls
    himself submissive, but only ever really thinks about his own
    desires . He couldn’t let that be true. He wanted nothing
    more than to please Scott.
    Kneeling with his legs spread made him aware of
    how vulnerable he was. He thought about Scott’s cock
    filling his opening, Scott’s body pressed against his,
    warming him. His cock, which had shriveled from the
    chill, hardened slightly.
    He stopped moving and bowed his head,
    surrendering both to his absent master and to the
    understanding that his own needs didn’t matter, didn’t
    exist . He stopped shivering and held his position, feeling
    neither discomfort nor resentment nor fear. After a few
    moments, he heard footsteps approaching.
    “Keep your eyes closed.” Scott’s voice was quiet
    and sent a shiver through Aiden that had nothing to do
    with the cold.
    He could smell Scott in front of him—cologne,
    soap, traces of sweat and arousal. Scott took his wrists
    and pulled him up, made him stand with his arms out
    like wings while he circled Aiden, silent, predatory.
    Aiden inhaled as Scott’s fingertips ghosted the area
    under his left armpit. Scott ran his fingers down Aiden’s
    side to his hip, then moved behind him and placed both
    palms under Aiden’s arms and rubbed firmly down his
    sides. He grabbed Aiden’s ass and squeezed until Aiden
    groaned.
    “Open your eyes and look at me.”
    Aiden did.
    “Did you touch yourself?” Scott whispered.
    For a second, Aiden couldn’t remember how to
    speak. “No, Sir.”
    Scott reached around and pinched Aiden’s nipples.
    Aiden arched his back.
    “You had to think about it.”
    Shit . Why had he hesitated? “No, Sir. I mean—no, I
    didn’t touch myself.”
    Scott let go of Aiden’s tits, took his wrist in one
    hand, and swatted his ass with the other. “Walk.”
    They went to the kitchen. The tiles under Aiden’s
    feet were even colder than the floorboards in the hall.
    The room smelled faintly of whatever Scott had eaten for
    dinner, and Aiden’s stomach growled again.
    Scott directed him to a wall and pushed his head
    forward until his lips touched a