On This Day...

Frederick Tayton paused, one foot inside his house, the other still lingering on his doorstep. Quick glances through the various doors leading off the entrance hall showed that all the curtains on the ground floor had been drawn. The only source of natural light was the front doorway itself. When Tayton finally finished stepping over the threshold and closed the door behind him, no trace of sunlight disturbed the darkness.

If it weren’t for the fact someone had lit dozens of candles and arranged them artistically around the high, elegantly furnished space, Tayton wouldn’t even have been able to see the naked man kneeling in the middle of his hallway.

As he studied the scene before him, Tayton’s lips twitched into a smile. If nothing else, owning Denny certainly made life interesting. It also made it completely impossible for a man to know when he’d arrive home from work and find himself taking a starring role in an unexpected celebration.

Tayton ran today’s date through his mind.

Birthdays? No. Valentines? No. Christmas? No. Anniversary…? Well, none of the conventional ones anyway.

Striding confidently across the room, Tayton stopped in front of the younger man, wondering if his lover intended to give him a clue as to the occasion. Denny kept his head bowed and his hands behind his back.

The younger man was already hard, his cock curving up toward his stomach. Tayton’s own cock stiffened as he watched his submissive draw in a deep breath and let it out very slowly.

It wasn’t the anniversary of the day Tayton had given Denny his permanent collar or of the date they’d met or even of the date they’d first had sex. It couldn’t be the sixth month anniversary of the first time they’d conducted a full-blown scene outdoors, either. Tayton knew full well that they’d celebrated that just two weeks ago with an erotic little picnic, conducted on the kitchen floor in deference to the torrential rain pounding down outside.

“Pet?” Tayton prompted, as he slowly circled the kneeling submissive. The boy really was stunning; the flickering candle light lent his skin a beautiful warm glow as it highlighted various lines of lean muscle.

Nothing interrupted his view except the black leather collar around Denny’s throat. There wasn’t even a single pale-blond hair below his neck to cast a shadow. He was freshly shaved and obviously very ready and willing to please his master.

Denny tilted back his head and looked up at Tayton. “Are you hungry, sir?”

Food was the last thing on his mind. Tayton was just about to say so, when he saw Denny’s eyes flicker towards the formal dining room. Tayton followed his gaze.

Through the doorway, the dining table had been elaborately set, complete with the fine silverware and crystal glasses—most of which Tayton hadn’t actually set eyes on since he’d inherited it from an elderly aunt more than a dozen years ago.

His curiosity temporarily got the better of his lust. Turning his back on his submissive, Tayton strolled into the dining room to investigate. Everything within sight had been buffed and polished to within an inch of its life. Silver sparkled each time a candle’s flame swayed.

“Shall I serve your dinner, sir?”

Tayton glanced over his shoulder.

Denny had already moved into the doorway and lowered himself back to his knees. Tayton ran an assessing eye over the work the younger man had put into his preparations for the evening. It seemed Tayton’s original intention of a quick blowjob, supper eaten from trays balanced on their knees in the living room, followed by a sleepy evening in front of the television, would be best set aside for another night.