Chris followed the older man’s instructions, moving to the couch and having a seat. He watched the handsome man approaching him, appreciating the swagger he had in his step. It screamed that it belonged to a man who was used to getting whatever he wanted, and only made him that much more attractive to the young man. He licked his lips, attention turning to the spread of offerings in front of him. He hesitated at first despite the offer, feeling as though he should wait for Thorne to have first chance.
At least, until Thorne leaned back in his seat and started eyeing him instead. He fixed himself a mug of coffee with a little cream and dipped a cookie into it. It was all well made, not like the dingy diner coffee and factory-made pastries he’d been barely able to afford during most of his travels. His cheeks were pink as he enjoyed the food, feeling Thorne’s eyes on him the entire time, assessing if he was up to the older man’s standards. If this was the kind of welcome that he could expect if he worked for the older man, he hoped that he would be able to hold Thorne’s attention.
“Yes, sir – Thorne. That’s an unusual name.” He commented, his eyes turning to the older man again. Even though he expected something like this, he was still taken a little by surprise when his potential employer so boldly commanded him to take off his clothes. He cleared his throat, his cheeks burning brighter as he set down his coffee and finished off the cookie. He pulled off his shirt first, exposing pale skin stretched over slender muscle. Chris didn’t have much body hair to speak of aside from a little trail stretching below his navel and disappearing into his pants. He got to his feet, momentarily debating on position before he turned his back to Thorne, kicking off his shoes and unfastening his pants. He pulled them down, letting Thorne have the view of his tight cheeks framed by the straps as he gradually bent over to pull his pants all the way down and wiggled in the process of getting his pants and socks off completely. Once done, he slowly gave a turn to face Thorne again, his hands crossed instinctively over the pouch of the jockstrap as he stood in front of the other man.
“Do you think I’m what you’re looking for?” He asked awkwardly, chewing on his bottom lip.
Thorne watched as the lad stripped off his clothes, appreciating the youthful, smooth, alabaster-toned skin. Just exactly what he was hoping to find. And the definition revealed was more than enough to attract him. If this was to be the view he would be privy to at home, he was in no place to complain. He gave the boy a satisfied and excited smile. “You’re a stunning beauty, Chris,” he said, giving the boy a tone of approval and arousal. It was no lie. He could feel his cock, heavy and thick in his slacks, come to life with a throb.
He stood, and took the boy’s wrists lightly in his hands, pulling them apart and setting them at the boy’s side. “Three things you must know, if you are to accept employment with me. One,” he said, looking down at the boy’s jockstrap-wrapped equipment, “Never hide yourself. Your job is to show off. I’d very much enjoy if you would take my request for exhibition to its fullest.”
He walked around the boy ending behind him, his gaze still lowered, so he could take in full view of the boy’s pert, hairless ass. He’d caught a glimpse of the pink hole between the boy’s cheeks, when he’d wiggled out of his pants, and he desperately wanted full access to the heavens that could come from such a lovely sight. But... “Two, I will pay well. But I pay for your exhibition only. Yes, the jockstrap is your uniform. I’ll have several more tailor-made for you, as soon as I get your measurements. But make no mistake. You are no prostitute. No judgement to the profession, but I am not paying you for sex. i’m paying you for housekeeping, light cooking, and a few other simple home management tasks. You’ll enjoy as much privacy as you’d like, other than my request for you to wear very little. Your life will be fairly easy, and you’ll make a very impressive wage. Does that sound acceptable?”
