Thing2 volunteers with at-risk youth, and over the past couple of years he built a bond with one particular kid who had a rough start in life. That boy grew up fast. By the time he turned eighteen, he trusted thing2 enough to ask real questions about adulthood, masculinity, and structure. And thing2, being the enthusiastic creature he is, ended up telling him quite a bit about our lifestyle.

I did not love that part, but the kid handled the information with more curiosity than shock. He is twenty now, and in the past months he has been coming over to help my boys with some big physical projects around the property. Scrappy is handy, hardworking, and very comfortable around my subs. He listens well, pulls his weight, and always says thank you.

Recently, thing2 asked if Scrappy could stay for dinner.
I looked right at him and told him the truth. If he sits down at my table, the rules change. He becomes one of my boys and must follow the same expectations. No exceptions.

He looked at thing2, who gave him a small shrug. A silent, you know what happens next.

Scrappy did not hesitate. He immediately undressed.

And I will admit, in that moment he shifted in my mind. He was no longer the kid thing2 once mentored. He stood there as a confident young man who understood what he was agreeing to and accepted it with calm pride. I also saw exactly what thing2 had been hinting at. Scrappy is well endowed for such a compact, muscular body, and it was clear he takes care of himself.

He joined the boys in finishing dinner prep. Afterward, the three of them cleaned the kitchen together while I sat back and watched the easy flow of naked, obedient bodies moving around my home. More important to me was the social dynamic. Thing1 interacted with Scrappy respectfully and naturally. Houseboy did not bristle or get territorial. Even thing2, who brought him into this world, stayed grounded.

For a first night under my rules, the harmony surprised me in the best way. There was no sexual contact, just a single CF and a house full of NMs (CFNM = Clothed Female, Naked Male) having a fun evening, good food and great conversation.

When the evening reached its natural close, we sent Scrappydo home. He dressed, thanked me politely, and left with that quiet confidence that I pay close attention to.

This is not Scrappydo’s last visit – by far… More on him soon.

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