Indentured Servant

Indentured Servant Chapter 1: The Debt

"How does a 25-year-old kid get $450,357 in debt to Demetria Andropov?" Ivan asked in his Eastern accent as he was close to wrenching Braxton shoulder from its socket.

"Please, please," Braxton wailed. "I'll get the money. I swear. I just need time."

"Time is up. Either you pay up, or Demetria willing sell you for parts." Braxton's eyes went wide with terror. He was a bit of a crime buff and had been following the news reports of several bodies the police had recently found where body parts had been harvested.

Demetria had just arrived in New York and was cleaning up the family's delinquent accounts. Ivan liked Demetria's Uncle Yuri and was a loyal enforcer, but he knew that as Yuri aged, he grew soft. He was probably contemplating his meeting with St. Peter and not wanting to add to his long list of sins. However, Demetria was young and figured she had plenty of time before her day of reckoning.

Unfortunately for Braxton his reckoning was at hand.

"Ivan, I'm begging! Give me a couple of days! I can get the money!"

Ivan knew his job was to get the money, and cripples and corpses don't add to the bottom line. He spun Braxton around and grabbed Braxton's throat with a massive hand the could easily crush his windpipe. "Okay, I give you two days. If you don't have the money, I will sell you piece by piece." Then he grabbed Braxton's balls, squeezed, and said, "And, I will hand these little trinkets from my rear view mirror." He then released Braxton who fell to the ground holding his testicles in pain.

Just as Ivan was about to walk away, he bent down and slipped a business card into Braxton's shirt pocket, and said, "Alden, might be able to help. Tell him Ivan sent you."

Eventually, Braxton was able to stand up and make his way out of the alley. He saw a coffee shop and stepped in to settle his nerves. As he went over his options he realized he didn't have any. It wasn't that he didn't have money, he was rich, obscenely rich. It just was he couldn't get to his money. His Great Aunt Katya knew Braxton was a wastrel, and had set up his trust fund so that he only got a modest allowance until he either graduated college or turned 40.

Braxton had been counting on graduating from Bone Fuck State with a double major in debauchery and absenteeism. Unfortunately, the kid Braxton had hired to take the required English class he needed to graduate was on same academic track as Braxton. It wasn't until a week before graduation that Braxton found out he'd failed Intro to Literature. It turned out Bone Fuck State had a few standards and Braxton would have to retake English in the Fall.

Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem. Braxton would meet with Yuri, they'd drink vodka, Yuri would tell stories of when his uncle ran the Soviet Union, then they would work out an extension of his debt and a new line of credit. Yuri had known Braxton's aunt and was well aware Braxton would come into the cash needed to cover his debts. Plus, Braxton was pretty sure Yuri had taken care of a few problems' for the old gal back in the day. Few people knew the Katherine French had been born Katya Belsky in a small village on the outskirts of Leningrad, now St. Petersburg. Her family were fixers and black market traders operating on both sides of the Finnish-Soviet border. She met her first husband while smuggling contraband gems out of the U.S.S.R.

Katya married three times, the last to a corporate raider named David French, but she never had any children of her own. Instead, she lavished her attention on her nephew Braxton Isley. Braxton was funny, charming, handsome, and as worthless as tits on a boar, but the old woman couldn't deny him anything.

However, now Aunt Katya was gone, Yuri was in forced retirement at his Russia dacha, and Demetria Andropov was in charge. Braxton had met her soon after she took over the Miami branch of the `business.' Her reputation had proceeded her from her first assignment in the U.S., Philadelphia. Most of Yuri's old outfit had decided to retire with him. Ivan was one of the few holdovers. The new crew were more than ready to write bad debt off the books, and the bodies were being to stack up.

Braxton thought about trying his Aunt's attorneys one more time to get them to authorize a payment from her estate, but they would want to know why, and the answer would be put Braxton in between Demetria and the Miami U.S. Attorney looking to make his reputation busting organized crime. There the result would be a choice between death, probably slow and painful, and a life of protective custody in places like rural Utah, which was its own kind of slow painful death.

For some reason, Braxton reached into his pocket and pulled out the card Ivan had put there. It said "Executive Valet Agency: For the Man Behind the Man." There was also a name Alden Huxley and a phone number. Out of curiosity Braxton dialed the number. After three rings a pleasant sounding young woman answered and said, "Executive Valet Agency. How may we serve you?"

"I'm not sure, my name is Braxton Isley... an acquaintance said Alden could help me."

"May I ask your acquaintance's name?"

"I just know him as Ivan."

"Yes," the woman said, Mr. Huxley is expecting you at 3:00 this afternoon at the Miami Shores Country Club bar. The dress is business casual. Thank you." She then hung up without giving Braxton a chance to ask any questions.

Braxton was definitely comfortable with the County Club set. His aunt had taken him regularly to her club growing up, and he loved it. In fact it was at the country club that Braxton lost his virginity, twice. The first time was with a cougar that who had a thing for teen cock. She's been the first for so many of the boys at the club, her nickname was `The Right of Passage.' Braxton lost his gay virginity a week later when her son, a freshman at Harvard, fucked Braxton's 15-year-old ass for all it was worth. While Braxton always considered himself more straight than gay, he had fucked or been fucked by his share of guys, mostly while living the life of a drunk frat boy.

Braxton had no idea what Alden looked like and wasn't sure how they would make contact. However, he didn't have to wonder for long. Sitting by one of the window was a very proper looking English gentleman in his mid-50s. Braxton's aunt had taken him to Europe often and he was very familiar with the difference between an American, British, and Italian cut suit. He also noticed the man crossed his legs in a European manner. However, the real give away was that the man was drinking a cup of tea in the afternoon at a club bar."

Braxton walked over and said, "Mr. Huxley?"

The man smiled and motioned for Braxton to have a seat, then asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a John Daly," Braxton said, and the man winced. The professional golfer, Arnold Palmer liked to drink a combination of lemonade and iced tea. Whereas; the John Daly added vodka and orange liqueur to the concoction.

The two men spent an hour in idle conversation, although Braxton got the distinct impression that conversation was part of the way Alden was sizing him up. Finally, Braxton said, "This conversation is very pleasant but it is not saving my ass. So, unless you have something to offer, I need to use the little time I have to either plan an escape or my funeral."

Alden smiled, and said, "You're correct Mr. Isley; however, I believe our conversation requires some place more private. Please follow me to my home."

Alden lived in a a mid-century modern house about a mile away from the country club. Based on what he knew of Miami real estate and the area, Braxton guess the house to be worth about $2 million.

When they entered the home, Alden said, "Lana, can you join us for a moment?" A woman stepped from one of the rooms. "Lana this is Braxton Isley. Braxton, this is Lana LaPorte, she is my personal assistant." He then said to Lana, Mr. Isley and I have some business to discuss. Why don't you call it a day."

"Yes daddy," she said, and gave Alden a kiss.

When Lana was gone, Alden poured Johnnie Walker Black Label into two Norlan whiskey glasses. "Are you a Scotch drinker Braxton."

"Not really."

"Well a little something to sip will make this conversation easier. So, let me tell you somethings about Scotch. First, there is no need to spend a fortune on a bottle if you like the more reasonably priced bottle. For example, this bottle of Johnnie Walker was $40. However, I like it better than many of the $200 bottle I have in my reserve. Second, don't let Scotch snobs tell you what you should like. For example, I prefer a nice blended Scotch to many bottles of single barrel. Finally, the best way to experience all the whiskey has to offer is to drink it at room temperature with a touch of water."

Alden handed a glass to Braxton and motioned for him to take a sip. Braxton did, and screwed up his face. Alden laughed and said, "The fourth thing to know is that whiskey is an acquired taste. People don't start drinking it because of the taste, they start drinking because of how it makes them feel after they've downed half a bottle of the shit. Appreciation for the taste comes later."

Alden sat down in a chair across from Braxton and the two sipped Scotch. When Braxton's glass was empty, Alden made him another then said, "So, let me make my offer." Braxton nodded.

"I run a company that finds professional and personal assistants for powerful men. Sometimes they are essential elements of their employers professional lives, other times they manage their personal lives, cooking, running a household, shopping etc. However, there are some men who need something more personal."

"What the fuck?!" Braxton yelled. "Is this some kind of gay prostitution racket you're running? I'm not selling my ass on some fucking street corner for a couple of hundred dollars!"

Alden simply sat looking at Braxton. Feeling uncomfortable, Braxton downed the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, then tried not to shudder. Alden stood and held out his hand. Braxton handed him his glass and Alden walked to the bar and refilled it. Then walked back and sat it on the table between them. He watched Braxton struggle with option.

Finally, Braxton said, "It doesn't matter anyway. I will be dead by this time tomorrow. There is no fucking way I could earn $450,000 in 24-hours even if I were Reno Gold, Ryan Rose, and Colby Keller all rolled into one. Alden smiled, the kid knew his gay porn stars.

"Do you know what an indentured servant was?"

"Yeah, a slave."

"Not quite. At the founding of the British colonies in North America there were people who wanted to start over in a new land, but didn't have the money to pay for passage. So what they did, was find a ship going to the New World and would sign a contract with the captain for a certain number of years of labor. For men, the contract was typically seven years, and for women it was 14 years. The captain would then provide passage; however, he didn't need the labor of English peasant farmers, so when he got to places like Virginia, he auctioned off those contracts to planters who needed workers. The indentured servants were paying off their debt with their future labor. Of course, when their term of service was over, they still needed money to buy their own farms, so they would often indenture themselves for seven more years to get the capital needed for their own place."

"Fascinating" Braxton said sarcastically. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Seriously boy, I hope you're not this dense. My proposal is that I pay off Demetria Andropov and in effect purchase your ass and everything it is attached to. I will then sell your contract to one of my clients who is looking for something more than a personal assistant or a butler. I figure that after paying Ivan his finder's fee and the cost of your training, I will have close to $500,000 invested in you. I estimate I can sell your contract for between one and one-point-five million."

"Why the fuck do in need you. Why I don't I just make my own contract?"

"Sure, go right ahead," Alden said. "By the way, do you have any idea where you can find these guys that will pay a million plus for your scrawny white ass."

"Okay, so what if I just run away after you pay off what I owe?"

"Good question. So Ivan's finder's fee comes with a return clause. If you run away, he will be obliged to find you, and return you. Of course, I haven't specified in what condition you have to be returned. I'm pretty sure you won't be a man when Ivan is through with you."

The stark reality was beginning to sink in. Braxton reached for the glass of Scotch and down the entire drink. This time he was too numb to even shudder.

Indentured Servant Chapter 2: The Contract

The next morning, Braxton woke up in a strange bed. Then the previous evening's conversation and offer slowly emerged from the fog of Scotch and Hopelessness. Braxton went to the bathroom and took a long piss. Then he looked at the clock.

"Shit, it's noon?" Braxton said and slumped down on the bathroom floor.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later Alden walked into the room and handed Braxton a cup of coffee and said, "Drink this, then hop into the shower to finish sobering up. There's breakfast, well lunch, waiting when you're ready."

Braxton stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He knew he was upset because his cock remained absolutely non-responsive regardless of how many time he gave it a tug. Since he'd started masturbating, that had happened only twice before, the morning of his aunt's funeral, and the day after his appendix burst and he had to have emergency surgery. Braxton looked down at his limp penis and said, "I know how you feel."

When Braxton finally came out of the bedroom, Lana smiled and said, "I'll nuke your breakfast." Then she handed him another cup of coffee. When she was finished serving Braxton breakfast she went back into what Braxton assumed was a bedroom converted to an office.

As he nibbled on his bacon and eggs, Braxton thought about how he'd gotten into this mess. The simple truth was he had an addictive personality. Alcohol, gambling, Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, you name it, he could become addicted. Of course the worst was sex. From his first orgasm he was hooked, but then when he found what it was like to fuck another person, his cock was the master and his brain the slave. Braxton couldn't count how many times he'd had close calls: pregnancy and STI scares, nearly getting caught having sex on Miami Beach. Then there was the time the dean nearly caught Braxton fucking his daughter, or the dean's daughter nearly caught him fucking her mother. "Shit," Braxton said to himself, "Maybe it would be better if Ivan did cut it off."

Of course Braxton knew that wasn't true. No matter how many time's his addiction had led him astray, he couldn't...no, didn't want to stop. As Braxton was tripping down nightmare lane, the front door opened and in walked Ivan with four large trash bags. He threw them on the floor next to Braxton.

"What are these?" Braxton asked.

"Your clothes," I stopped by your house to pick them up."

"Why did you do that?!" Braxton said with a mixture of confusion and irritation.

"I told him to," Alden said as he walked into the kitchen. "During your training, you will be living here. Then when your contract is sold, you will move into your new home."

"What about my Aunt's house?"

"You will call the Trust's attorneys and tell them you will be living elsewhere for a number of years. Since the house is a part of the Trust, they will be responsible for securing and maintaining it," Alden said.

"What about my allowance from the Trust?"

"One of the conditions of your contract is that you will have no source of income outside of what your employer provides you. So, we will make arrangements for your allowance to be deposited into an account that requires my co-signature to access," Alden said.

Braxton looked at Ivan and said, "Why don't you just kill me now."

Ivan gave Braxton a sad smile and said, "Please don't make me do that. If I had the money, I would purchase your contract."

Braxton wasn't sure what to think about what Ivan just said, and so simply looked down at his plate still covered with half his breakfast.

Alden yelled, "Lana, is that contract ready."

"Yes daddy," Lana said cheerfully. "I just finished printing it."

Braxton's head snapped up and he looked at Lana in disbelief. She knew about all of this and seemed absolutely oblivious to his fate. Of course, it was a silly stereotype that a woman would be more compassionate or sympathetic than a man. After all, it was Demetria, wicked witch of the East, behind all of Braxton's misers.

"Okay," Alden said, "let's go over the terms of your contract."

"Why?! It's a worthless piece of crap. You can do whatever you want with me and I can't stop you. If I run away, I'm dead. If I refuse to do what I'm told, I'm dead. If I go to the cops, I'm dead."

"True," Alden said, "however, I would like to think that I am a gentleman, and a gentleman's word is his bond. That's the way it's been throughout most of history."

Braxton wanted to holler bullshit, but somehow he got the feeling that Alden actually believed what he was spouting and would try to live up to his part of the agreement. So, Braxton drew a deep breath of resignation and decided to hear what Alden had to say.

Alden began to read the contract aloud:

Personal Services Agreement

In consideration for the payment of debts owed to one D.A., Braxton Isley agrees to provide personal services to the owner of this contract for seven years. During the term of service, the owner of the contract shall have exclusive rights to Braxton Isley's labor, intellectual skills, and sexual services. The owner of the contract shall not share, rent, or sell Braxton Isley's labor, intellectual skills, and sexual services, with the exception of a life partner sharing community property rights.

The employer of Braxton Isley shall not inflict, nor allow to be inflicted, any permanently damaging or disfiguring physical injury. Nor shall the employer allow any emotional, psychological, or sexual trauma to be inflicted on Braxton Isley that could foreseeably result in any detrimental mental or emotional syndrome, disorder, or condition.

The employer shall provide Braxton Isley with lodging, food, healthcare, clothing, and personal item comparable with those he provides for his own personal use and benefit.

If any dispute about the terms or scope of this contract arises, Braxton Isley or his employer may submit them to Alden Huxley for arbitration. Alden Huxley's arbitration decision shall be considered final. Alden Huxley shall have the right and duty to perform wellness check on the physical, psychological, emotional and sexual health of Braxton Isley.

Alden Huxley reserves the right to reclaim the services of Braxton Isley for prorated consideration at any time during the time this contract is in force.

If during the term of this contract, its owner desires to terminate Braxton Isley's employment, or is unable to use his services,, the ownership of the contract shall revert to Alden Huxley.

Alden handed the contract to Braxton and said signed it. Alden then picked up an aluminum case and said to Ivan, "Let's go."

An hour later, Alden was back and said to Braxton, "You're all squared with Demetria."

For the rest of the day, Alden and Lana worked in their office, and Braxton watch TV. Around 4:30, Lana walked out of the office and as cheerfully as ever said, "Good night Braxton. I'll see you in the morning."

A few minutes later, Alden also walked out of the office and said, "Let's start your training. How are you in the kitchen."

Gavin smiled and said, "I know how to use the Keurig and the microwave."

"I see we need to get you enrolled in some cooking classes. You can watch me prepare supper." Alden was moved gracefully around the kitchen and Braxton couldn't help but be impressed. In no time Alden had whipped up Chicken Marsala, wild rice with almonds and cranberries, and grilled asparagus.

"This is one of those meals that every butler needs in his repertoire. It's quick and easy, but looks sophisticated. So what wine would you pair with this?"

Soon Alden had Braxton engaged in conversation, and while Braxton didn't forget his about what was happening, he was distracted enough to enjoy the meal and the wine. He also found himself becoming more interested in find out who Alden was.

Alden was from a working class family in London. His father was a plumber and his mother a housekeeper for a wealthy banker and his family. He wanted to see the world, so rather than college or trade school he joined the Royal Navy. Going in, Alden wasn't sure what type of career he wanted; however, his aptitude tests listed hospitality as one of his strengths, so he decided to give it a go and loved it. After serving three tours in the Royal Navy, he decided to go to enroll in the British Butler Institute. After graduation, he spent several years serving on luxury yachts, then began a career as a personal assistant for several very exclusive clients.

"I found my calling was to serve other men," Alden said. "There is a special relationship between a gentleman and his manservant that is hard to describe. While very intimate, there are clear boundaries that define your role in the relationship."

"Did you have sex with any of your employers?" Braxton asked.

"Yes," Alden said with a smile. "I am quite good at all aspects of personal care and service."

"Isn't that crossing one of those clear boundaries?"

"Not in my book. To me it is just another way of providing your gentleman with what he needs at the moment. A good manservant knows how to serve a good man."

"Didn't you feel used?"

"No, I felt useful. A Manservant succeeds when the man he serves succeeds. If providing stress relief and relaxation will help your employer close a deal or win a case before the High Court, then you have done your job and your duty."

Braxton wasn't sure what to think about Alden's `philosophy of personal service,' but he did have to admit he was curious. Plus, he didn't have much choice moving forward, so perhaps adopting this outlook might help him deal with what was to come.

For dessert, Alden got out a quart of Mango Sorbet. "Here is another trick for when your employer springs a surprise guest on you. Always have sorbet in the freezer. The key to turning store bought sorbet into a classy dessert is first choosing the perfect glassware to serve it. I like to use a Waterford cut crystal coupe. By the way, in this instance a coupe is not a type of car, but a shallow glass on a stem. People often think of a coupe as a champagne glass. Which by the way, if you have time, a good chef can whip up a very nice champagne sorbet in about three hours."

Braxton almost laughed as Alden lectured on the virtues of sorbet. Alden was the Yoda of hospitality and Braxton was his Padawan.

"So," Alden said, "The finally step in turning store-bought sorbet into an elegant desert is a sprig of mint as a garnish." Alden handed Braxton one of the sorbets and said, "Go ahead and taste... see it just tastes better than if it were served from a plastic bowl."

For the rest of the evening Alden and Braxton watched TV. Then at ten o'clock Alden announced he was `retiring.' Braxton, who was a night owl, had to chuckle at the early bedtime.

However, Braxton was not laughing when Alden rousted him from bed at 5:30 a.m. to start the day. While Braxton showered, Alden laid out clothes for him, then went to the kitchen. Alden was making Hollandaise Sauce when Braxton walked in. Alden looked up and said, those aren't the close I laid out for you, and it looks like you forgot to shave."

Braxton started to protest, but Alden simply held up one hand and said, "Go and shave. Then put on the clothes I laid out for you."

"When he returned, Braxton was shaved and wearing a white button-down shirt, black pants, a black tie with yellow polka dots, and black Oxford dress shoes sporting a military shine.

"Much better," Alden said.

"Isn't this a bit much?" Braxton asked referring to his dress.

Alden smiled and said, "Not by my taste." Then he handed Braxton an apron. Alden checked a post pf boiling water on the stove and said, Watch carefully, and I will demonstrate how to make the perfect poached egg. First you start with a fresh egg. Dated eggs won't work. Second, get the water boiling, add a teaspoon of vinegar, then dial back the heat to a simmer."

The third step is to crack the eggs. Crack them into a small ramekin or glass bowl small ramekin or glass bowl being careful not to break the yoke. The fourth step is putting the eggs one at a time into the pot. I like to start a tornado like effect, then gently drop the eggs into the vortex. The spinning water helps hold the eggs together.

Finally, for soft yokes cook 2-3 minutes, for medium 4 minutes, and for hard yokes 5 minutes. When the eggs are cooked, use a slotted spoon to remove them and let the water drain. One last thing, never overload the pot. So, when you are starting out, do one egg at a time. Got it."

"I think so," Braxton said. However, the first egg was a fail, and so was the second, and the third. Finally on the fourth egg Braxton managed an acceptable poach.

Alden gave Braxton a pat on the back and said, "There you go. You're getting it." Braxton was surprised at how good the praise from Alden made him feel, and he tried even harder to poach the perfect egg.

Braxton was just finishing poaching the eggs when Lana walked through the front door and back to the kitchen.

"Oh, I see he has you poaching eggs. How many did it take before you got one he would accept?"

"He fed my first three to Ginger," Braxton said. Ginger was Alden's Golden Retriever.

Lana laughed, and said, "Don't feel bad. It took me seven to get it right. The dog back then was named Cinnamon. Daddy spent three years trying to teach me how to make the perfect breakfast before he gave up. Poor Cinnamon, I think my failures contributed to her heart attack. I just didn't get the culinary gene."

Alden said, "Don't let her fool you. She can toast a mean Pop Tart."

"Don't forget, my Chinese takeout is pretty darn awesome as well," Lana said, then gave Alden a kiss on the cheek, and then the same for Braxton.

"Well kid, let me show you how to assemble Eggs Benedict. First, butter and toast one side of an English muffin. Then you put on whatever meat you want. The American Marines would sometimes use spam. However, the Royal Navy stuck to bacon or ham. I even saw a damn Aussie smear that Vegemite shit on his muffin."

Braxton and Lana both laughed.

"After the meat, comes the poached egg. Be careful not to break it. Breaking the yoke is part of the fun of eating Eggs Benedict, sort of like a Christmas Cracker. Next spoon on some hollandaise and garnish with parsley... Now, everyone to the table. Eggs Benedict needs to be served and eat without delay."

The breakfast table was already set, coffee and tea were brewed, and freshly squeezed orange juice was in a pitcher ready to be poured. Alden also brought to the table a bowl of breakfast potatoes and a plate of assorted pastries.

When they were seated, Alden raise his juice glass and said, "The Queen."

Lana looked at Braxton and said, "He still thinks he's in the Navy."

Braxton looked at Alden and said, "I thought you were supposed to stand for the Royal Toast."

"First my boy, it is the Loyal Toast, not the Royal Toast. Second, King William IV, having served in the navy and getting his head knocked about standing for the toast in tight quarters on a rolling ship, authorized the Royal Navy to give the toast while seated. I choose to continue that practice."

"I see."

Lana looked at Braxton and said, "You will find the `E' in Eeeee-ngland stands for eccentric."

Braxton smiled.

After breakfast, Alden said, "Let's take a look at the clothes Ivan brought yesterday to see what you need when we go shopping."

It was Alden's usual habit to read the newspaper during breakfast, so Lana was happy to have someone to chat with.

"Lana, I hope I am not saying anything wrong or offensive, but you don't have a British accent."

Lana laughed and said, "That is because I am not British. Alden did not become my father until I was eleven."

Braxton looked confused, and Lana smiled then said, "My mother was an American and my father was Canadian. My mother died of cancer when I was five....."

Alden put the paper down to listen to what Lana was about to tell Braxton.

"So, you will have to ask Alden for the particulars of what happened next because I was quite young. However, as I understand it, my father was bisexual and decide to explore the gay aspect of his sexuality. That was when he met Alden, or as I know him, Daddy; I called my father Papa. Am I getting it right Daddy?"

"Yes, baby doll. Go on and finish," Alden said.

"Well, same-sex marriage was legal in Canada years before it was in the United States, and when Papa married Daddy, I became Alden's daughter as well. Unfortunately happiness can be a very fleeting condition, and Papa was killed in a car accident when I was 16. Since then, it has been just Daddy and me."

"Now Lana, I think you have strayed a bit from the truth," Alden said. "You seem to be leaving Joey out of the story."

"Yes, Joey is my boyfriend. He is in the Coast Guard, and as Daddy says we are "shacking up" in an apartment HE IS PAYING FOR near the base."

"Hey, I know it is hyper-hypocritical, considering certain aspects of my business..." Alden looked at Braxton then continued, "but I don't like the idea of my daughter living in sin, or whatever you're living in."

Lana laughed and said, "Daddy, you are so old-fashioned when it comes to me."

From what he knew of the sex clubs in Georgian England, Braxton thought Alden might be old-fashioned in more than one way. However, he decide this wasn't the time to share that observation.

After breakfast, Alden told Braxton to clear the table and clean the kitchen while he and Lana had a quick meeting. When he finished with the kitchen, Braxton decide to explore the back yard.

The back yard was not larger, and most of it was taken up by a pool and pool deck. Surrounding the yard was a cement and wood privacy fence in front of a curtain of palms and magnolias. The space seemed intentionally design for skinny dipping and naked sun bathing. Braxton pulled off his shirt and stretched out on one of the lounges to enjoy the morning sun.

After a bit, the French doors on the back of the house opened up and Alden sat down at a glass top table and called on Braxton to join him. Alden had a note pad.

"Lana and I are ready to start working on your profile and marketing, and I have a number of questions to ask you. I expect you to be honest with me. Should I find out you have lied to me, you can rest assure you will regret it. Are we clear?"

Braxton nodded.

Then Alden began asking Braxton about his education, travel experience, languages he spoke, health history, drug and alcohol use, sexual history, criminal record, and other personal questions. Just as Alden was finishing his questions Lana opened the back door and said, "Dr. Engler is here."

Alden and Braxton walked into the house and found a well-built man wearing athletic gear and carrying a gym bag. Braxton thought he looked more like a personal trainer than a doctor, and Alden said, "Dr. Engler is a concierge doctor and he works for me, not you. All of the results from today's physical and labs will be shared with me. Do you understand?"

Braxton nodded. Then Engler handed Braxton a waiver of medical privacy to sign. After signing the document, Engler was ready to start his exam.

"Go ahead and remove all your clothes." Engler said.

Braxton hesitated, but Alden said, "We don't have all day," and Braxton stripped.

Up until this point in his life, the only exams Braxton had experienced were the basic `turn your head and cough' sports physicals; however, Engler was very thorough. When Engler slipped on a rubber glove, covered it in lube, then inserted it in his ass to check his prostate, Braxton felt personally violated. Yes, he'd had bigger things deeper in his ass before, but the cold clinical nature of a gloved finger probing him while he leaned forward onto a chair was... well icky. What made it even more degrading was that Alden and Engler were chatting about their golf games throughout the entire exam as if Braxton wasn't even there except for the hole Engler was exploring.

Finally Engler withdrew his finger and removed the glove. He then handed Braxton a couple of tissues to clean up the lube in his ass. Engler wrote some notes on his chart then casually said, "Everything in there seemed to be hunky dory." Braxton found it hard to take seriously a declaration that his prostate was `hunky dory.'

"Well just a couple of more things. I need to order some labs, so let's start with the blood. Engler found a vein and took several vials of blood to send in for analysis, then he handed Braxton a specimen cup and said "I need a urine sample."

Braxton took the cup and started for the bathroom, but Engler stopped him, and said, "Sorry bud, we are doing a drug test, so I need to see you provide the sample."

"Fuck!" Braxton yelled silently to himself. He would have to piss while Engler and Alden were standing just feet away. Of course they weren't staring as his scared little penis dangling in the cup unable to piss. Instead they continued to talk about golf. Eagle, birdie, par, bogie, who could piss with that shit going on. Then finally, Braxton was able to dribble out enough piss to fill the specimen cup half full. Braxton couldn't believe how warm the cup was as he nervously twisted the lid on. ---- Shit the last thing he needed was to drop the bottle and have to start all over again. ---- He finally got the lid secured and handed it to Engler who held it up and looked at it. Braxton could sweat he thought he saw a slight smirk on the doctor's lips.

As Alden got up to show Engler out, he whispered to Braxton, just stay undressed. Then when he returned, Alden yelled, "Hey Lana, can you grab a pad and come in here?"

After the doctor's exam, Braxton didn't believe he could be anymore embarrassed... he was wrong. Alden pulled a tailor's tape out of his pocket and said we need to get some measurements for your profile and to order you a couple of uniforms.

Alden began taking measurements and Lana wrote them down. "HEIGHT 6'1", CHEST 36", WAIST 30", INSEAM 32", SUIT 38"R, SHOES 10 US, HAIR BROWN, EYES BROWN"

Alden stopped looked Braxton in the eyes and asked, "Cock?"

Braxton looked down at his shrivel penis and said, barely above a whisper, "five and three-quarters when hard, sir."

"Lana," Alden said, "Why don't you take the rest of the day off."

Indentured Servant Chapter 3: Personal Service

Alden looked at Braxton who was still naked and said, "Follow me." Alden led Braxton into the master bedroom and told him to sit on the bed. Alden then went into the bathroom and started the bath. He poured in bath salts then added the essential oil of Clary Sage, an herb whose aroma was reported to alleviate stress. He then dimmed the lights and turned on soft music. When everything was perfect, Alden went to get Braxton.

Braxton had yet to see Alden's bedroom and bath, and he was in awe. The bedroom was a treasure chest of old growth mahogany, and the marble clad bathroom would have made the Caesars envious. The walk-in shower was massive, and could easily accommodate three muscular men. One entire wall was vanity and mirrors, the toilet and bidet were discreet and private. However, the star of the room was the massive heated soaking tub.

When the tub was full, Alden stepped into the bedroom and said, "Mr. Isley, your bath is ready." Braxton sunk neck deep in the tub, he felt like a prince. Alden, asked if the bath was satisfactory, and Braxton nodded.

"Would you like a drink, Mr. Isley?"

"That would be nice, Mr. Huxley."

"Please, call me Alden. "What would you like sir?"

It suddenly dawned on Braxton that Alden was modeling serving. This wasn't pity, or some ego booster. It was a lesson.

"I don't really know. I don't usually drink cocktails this early in the day."

"Would you like me to bring you something I think you would like?"

"Yes, please."

After a bit, Alden returned with silver serving tray holding a stemless martini glass containing a golden liquid. Braxton took a sip and said, "Alden this is amazing. What's it called?"

"Thank you sir. It is an Earl Grey Gin Cocktail."

"I've never heard of it."

"Most bars can't make one because it requires gin infused with Earl Grey tea. Unless you know a distributer of Corgi Gin, you would have to infuse the gin yourself, which is I what I do."

"I think I will want another of these... if it's not too great of inconvenience," Braxton said.

"Of course sir," and Alden was off to make another Earl Grey Gin Cocktail. By the time Alden returned, Braxton hand finished his first.

As he was serving Braxton his second drink, Alden asked Braxton if he would like to be bathed. Braxton thought for a minute then said, "Yes, I think that would be nice... also, I was wondering, if you would get in the tub with me."

"Certainly sir," Alden said, and unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves, then the main buttons down the front. Alden slipped the shirt off of his body, folded it neatly and set it on the vanity. He did the same with the rest of his clothes until Alden was standing fully naked. Alden didn't cover himself or move to quickly enter the tub; instead, he simply stood unashamedly to let Braxton appreciate the sexiest daddy he had ever seen. Braxton wondered at the dedication it took for Alden to keep fit enough he could still serve in the Royal Navy at age 54.

Alden was every bit of six-foot-one. He had broad shoulders, a thick chest, and a narrow waist. Although mature, his body was muscular and fit. However, what made him stunning were the green eyes set deeply under brooding brows. Even the lines at the corners of his eyes seemed to enhance, rather than detract, from his masculine beauty.

Alden had a full and healthy head of salt and pepper hair and a matching beard neatly sculpted to accentuate his angular jaw. Braxton's chest was smooth, but in contrast, Alden's chest was covered with a thick blanket greying hair. While his upper body hair was showing the signs of age, the lower the eye traveled the darker his hair became, and the neatly trimmed bush surrounding his cock was still coal black.

Then, there was Alden's cock. Even seeing it flaccid, Braxton knew that Alden was hung, at least seven inches, but probably longer. It was uncut and veiny, and sat atop two large and handsome balls. In many ways Alden reminded him of a statue of a Greek god, a wise and mature head grafted onto the body of an Olympic champion.

When Braxton was ready, he slid forward so that Alden could sit behind him and place a leg on either side. Alden reached for a jar of green tea exfoliant. He used his hands and a soft bush to apply and scrub Braxton's body. Braxton moaned with pleasure as Alden worked his muscles. Braxton remembered watching movies where kings and emperors were bathed by servants, and he remembered thinking what pampered assholes they were to not even be able to wash their own bodies. However, Braxton now understood that it wasn't from laziness or entitlement that they had other's wash them, it was because it was beyond amazing to be treated to a bath at the hands of someone who understood that a bath was more than just a exercise in hygiene.

After Alden finished washing Braxton's back, he washed his arms and legs. Finally, Alden pulled Braxton onto his lap so they were facing each other. Then Alden began to soap and wash Braxton's chest and stomach. Braxton had always liked having his pec massaged, but Alden took it to a new level.

Finally, Alden used his toes to open the tub's drain and Braxton reluctantly stepped out of the tub. Alden grabbed a towel and began drying Braxton. As Alden dried Braxton, Braxton could no long hide how aroused he was by the entire experience. Alden looked up and asked, "May I serve you?"

All Braxton could manage was a shy nod.

Alden began to kiss and tease Braxton's cock and the boy was in heaven. For all the effortless skills and talents of serving a man Braxton had seen Alden show in their time together, this was far and away the most sublime. In past eras a Sultan would have paid his weight in gold for a cock sucker like Alden. Braxton had to lean against the vanity to keep from collapsing with pleasure. Alden swallow Braxton's cock to the hilt then held it there while his throat massaged the boy's glans penis.

It didn't take long for Braxton to cum. Alden's attention had restored little Braxie's will to live, and now he was flooding Alden's mouth with two days worth of cum. The release was so overwhelming the Braxton would have fallen to his knees if Alden were not holding him up. Alden led Braxton into the master bedroom and tucked him into the massive mahogany bed. The bed was comfortable and smell of Alden's cologne and a slight musk. It was almost like Alden himself were holding him. Alden bent close and Braxton could smell the faint scent of cum on Alden's breath as he whispered, "You sell yourself short, sir. I would estimate at least six and a half." Braxton smiled and drifted off to sleep.

As he napped his subconscious tried to sort out what his conscious was unable to grasp. In Braxton's dreams, Alden was a mysterious pirate who was both frightening and charming. When he woke Braxton couldn't help but note the word `booty' was the term for both a pirate's plunder and a nice ass. He wondered if his subconscious was sending him a message.

The clock on the bedside table said six o'clock. Having missed lunch, Braxton was starving. He wasn't sure if he should put on some clothes or remain naked. He decided to go to his room and slip on some shorts. When he got to his room, he noticed his bed was made, something he hadn't done that morning, in fact something he never did. Also, on the bed was a pair of walking shorts, a polo, and flip-flops. Braxton put them on, and went to find Alden.

"Good evening, Braxton," Alden said, and Braxton guessed the role play lesson was done. Braxton also noticed that Alden was wearing a polo, walking shorts, and deck shoes.

`Good evening, sir."

Alden smiled and said, When we are not on duty or in uniform, we can use our familiar names." Braxton nodded. Then Alden asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, very much so."

"I wasn't sure when you would wake, so tonight, supper is hamburgers and pasta salad poolside. Help me get the food outside and I'll start the grill. While Alden grilled, he gave Braxton tips on how to achieve the perfect burger. It was obvious why Alden functioned well in the Navy and as a butler, procedures, lists, and drills provided the framework for dealing with the chaos of a battle or running a household.

The burgers were amazing. Grilled to perfection, they were medium, moist and juicy, Alden's pasta salads was so much more interesting and exotic than anything from a supermarket deli, and best of all the conversation was stimulating and engaging. Alden seemed to have an endless supply of life stories to share from life in the Royal Navy and serving some of the most eccentric and wealthy men in the world. Of course he was careful to never identify the subjects of his tales or reveal any state secrets. Braxton got the sense that Alden had worked for men not only of financial power, but also great political influence.

There was really only one former employer of whom Alden was willing to share private and personal stories: Baronet Montgomery Bainsworth of Erindale Hall, Ottawa Canada. Sir Monty as he liked to be called, was the last of his line when he died at age 101. He'd outlive his son and his grandson, who were his last living heirs. In addition to being the last Baronet of Bainsworth and Erindale, he was also the last Royal Canadian Air Force pilot who had served in WWII still living. Without heirs to leave his estate and considerable wealth to, he decided to donate most of it and his vast art collection to the Province of Ontario. What he didn't leave to the people of Ontario, he "bequeathed to his last servant, friend, and confidant, Alden Huxley, esq." Alden held up his glass in a toast the Baronet as he recited the words from Sir Montgomery of Bainsworth and Erindale's last will and testament.

The reason Alden was willing to talk about Sir Monty' was that was what the old man wanted. He'd lived a colorful live, and thought it would make for a good read. So he spent his last few years dictating his memoirs to his last manservant and friend, Alden. Upon the tenth anniversary of his death, Sir Monty had commissioned Alden to find a publisher for the work, which he title: "The Life and Times of a Randy Old Goat." In addition to his military and political career, Monty was Canadian Don Juan, and his sexual adventures were both notorious and amusing. For example: there was the time the Prime Minister of Canada caught Sir Monty fucking his wife, and his only response was, Well dear, I hope you got Monty's support for the agriculture subsidy bill before you spread you legs and let him plow your field."

Alden had actually met Max, Lana's father while working for Sir Monty. After the death of Sir Monty's son and then grandson, the old man was in funk as he saw the end of his line and title looming. What pulled him out of his melancholy was Alden's suggestion he look for some fitting way to endow the Bainsworth legacy. When Monty settled on the idea of giving the estate to the Province as a cultural legacy, he also decide to modernize the estate's infrastructure. He didn't want to leave the government with a money pit. It so happened that Max LaPorte worked for the electrical contractor hired to upgraded the estate's wiring. Alden ended up spending weeks helping Max navigate the arcane and confusing systems of the old house. During that time the two men grew quite close. It was one day when Sir Monty had a particularly scandalous story he wanted to add to his memoir that he went looking for Alden. Monty finally found Alden in one of the guest bedrooms balls deep in Max's ass.

Alden thought he would be fired on the spot. Instead, Sir Monty said, "Finally I have a good story to share with the boy's at the club.... Oh and Alden, when you are finished, why don't you and your friend join me for lunch on the veranda, I'm ordering Chinese."

It was actually Sir Monty that suggested Alden and Max get married. After Ontario became the third jurisdiction in the world to recognize same-sex marriage, Sir Monty called Alden and Max into his study and said, "I have had enough of you two fornicating under my roof. Alden don't you think it is time to make Max an honest man. More importantly to give Little Lana a proper family."

So Alden and Max were married at Erindale Hall and the Huxley-LaPorte family took up residence in the East Wing.

As Alden told the story, Braxton was totally engrossed. Braxton had seen the servants and domestics in his aunt's home and never really thought of them as more than employees earning a paycheck. However, listening to Alden, Braxton realized that to his aunt, her senior staff were more than just hired help, they were a part of who she was, and for the first time he understood why she left them a third of her estate. A bequeath he once thought excessive and somehow a theft from his own inheritance was now the magnanimous gift to take care of those who had taken care of her. In fact, Braxton wondered if the injustice was that he got so much of his aunt estate rather than those who truly earned it.

After supper, Alden stripped off his clothes and jumped into the pool. Braxton watched him swim laps, then also shed his clothes and jumped into the pool. He slowly swam to where Alden was resting against the edgel. When Braxton stood up he ran his hands up Alden's hairy torso, and asked, "Mr. Huxley, how may I serve you?"

Alden smiled and said, "Braxton Isley, you are dangerously sexy." Braxton smiled shyly, and Alden said, "If I'm not careful, I will never get my money back on you."

"True, but I would do my best to give you your money's worth."

"Oh fuck," Alden moaned, "This isn't going to work." Then he lifted himself out of the pool, grabbed a towel and his clothes and walked into the house leaving Braxton standing naked and alone in the pool. Braxton was frustrated and a bit hurt. He decided to swim laps to clear his head. Eventually, he had worked off some of his emotions and he climbed out of the pool, and gathered up the supper dishes and food. After putting the remaining pasta salad in the fridge and the dishes in the washer. Alden was nowhere to be seen and Braxton guessed he was in his room hiding.

Braxton wasn't sure what was going on, so he grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down to watch a movie. Around 11:30, he decided to call it a night. When he walked down the hall, Braxton thought he could hear the TV in the master, but wasn't sure and continued to his room. He didn't sleep well, and was up early.

Braxton wasn't really that confident in the kitchen, and there weren't a lot of ready to go foods like biscuits in a tube or pancake mix. He did find some sourdough bread and plenty of eggs, so he decided to make French toast. He also found a pound of bacon. He was just finishing frying the bacon when Lana walked in. When she entered the kitchen, she was surprised to find Braxton cooking rather than Alan.

"Where's Daddy?" Lana asked.

"I don't know. He turned in early, and I haven't seen him yet this morning, so I decided to make breakfast. I'm sorry it won't be what you're used to eating for breakfast."

"Hey, as long as I don't have to make it, it is all good. Let me go check on Daddy. He's never up late. I wonder if he is sick?"

When Lana knocked on the master bedroom door she didn't hear anything, so she knocked again, and walked into the room. On the night stand, she saw an empty bottle of Scotch and a partial bottle of Disaronno Amaretto.

"Oh, shit," Lana said, "You've been drinking Godfather's. What's wrong?" Godfather cocktail's, smokey Scotch and amaretto, was Alden's go to drink for getting fucked up drunk. Unfortunately, it wasn't good for the soul or life the morning after, and Alden was in a world of hurt.

"Okay Daddy, what's wrong?"

"I should have never purchased Braxton's contract. I have to unload him quickly before he ends up owning me."

Lana smiled and said, "It's about time."

"What does that mean?"

"Since Papa died, you have spent your life, mourning him, taking care of me and Sir Monty, and wallowing in self-pity."

"I've also started this business."

"Bullshit. You've created an excuse not to move on. You don't need a business. Sir Monty left you and me a shit load of money. We've both been using this `business' to avoid figuring out what to do with our lives." Lana said.

"So when did you gain such clarity?"

"Since I found out I am pregnant. I am going to be a mother."

"Fuck, does Joey know?"

"Not yet. I plan on telling him on Saturday when his ship is back from patrol."

"Are you going to marry him?" Alden asked.

"That depends on how he reacts when I tell him. I love him, well I like him a lot and he has a big cock..."

"TMI," Alden said and covered his ears.

Lana laughed, "Turn around is fair play. After all, I had to listen to you and Papa fucking."

"Don't remind me. I was never so embarrassed in my life as when we found out the heating vent in our bedroom was connected to your bedroom. I thought your father would die."

"Yeah, he was in my room tucking me in when he heard you singing the Village People's Y.M.C.A. I will never forget the look on his face when he realized that the heating vents could also be used as an intercom. It was the two weeks from my thirteenth birthday when you and Papa found out, and I got a brand new bedroom down the hall that was fit for a princess from Sir Monty, and you and Papa must have bought out Toys `R' Us."

"All three of us felt so guilt."

Lana laughed, then said, "If you had only know what a wild ass I'd turn out to be."

"So, back to Joey," Alden said.

"He knows you have money, but he doesn't know I do. So, this is a bit tricky, I wanted to get to know him before he found out I didn't need him. However, now I don't want him to feel like he has to marry be because I need him. You know Daddy, it would be much easier if you just took back the money."

"Oh no, you are rich, and that is just a burden you have to bear."

"So how do I know if he loves me, and not my money?"

"You will have to figure that out for ourself."

Lana said, "I guess that's fair, because you will have to figure out whether Braxton want's you because he really sees something in you or because you own him."

"Thanks," Alden said. "You're not making this easier....Oh, and my head hurts."

"Come on, Braxton has made French toast and bacon for breakfast."

"All I really want is coffee."

Lana laughed, and said, "Here, let me help you up," and she started to pull off Alden's cover.

"Hey, I'm naked under here."

"Oh, then I'd better get Braxton to help you."

"That's enough girl. Get out of here so I can slip on some clothes."

Lana smiled and left the room.

When she got back into the kitchen, Braxton asked, "Is he alright?"

"Yeah, just too much alcohol and too little company last night."

Braxton just about said that both of those were his fault, but he held his tongue.

Alden decided to shower after breakfast and slipped on some sweats and slippers. As he passed Braxton's room Alden noticed that Braxton's bed was made. He smiled, then winced. His head was pounding.

When Alden entered the kitchen, Lana was seated at the bar and he took the place beside her. She handed him a cup of coffee and Braxton handed him a plate of French toast and bacon. Although he'd had better breakfasts, Alden couldn't think of one that was as nourishing to the body and the soul. The fact that Braxton had taken the initiative to be of service meant a lot to Alden.

After several cups of coffee and plenty of French toast and bacon, Alden decided to get a shower. He was surprised to find that Braxton followed him to the bedroom and then into the shower. Alden didn't say anything; instead, he decided to see where Braxton was going.

Braxton began soaping Alden's body and mimicking many of the same techniques Alden had used on him the day before in the bath. The two stood under the rain shower and Braxton massaged Alden's shoulders and chest. Running his hands through Alden's body hair was so sensual and Braxton was trying not to become aroused; Alden had other ideas. His conversation with Lana was having consequences, and Alden decided he needed to find out whether he might really want to keep Braxton for himself and in what capacity.

Alden reached down and grabbed Braxton's cock and he moaned while his cock stiffened. Alden leaned close to Braxton's ear and asked, "What do you want?"

"I want to serve you," was the shaky reply.

Alden said, "Good boy." Then Braxton dropped to his knees and swallowed as much of Alden's long, thick cock as possible. When Braxton started to choke, Alden pulled back and said, "There is no rush."

Braxton would need work on his technique, it was obvious the his only experience was giving head to drunk frat boys whose point of reference for a good blow job was what they reluctantly got from their uptight girlfriends. Head is like beer, if you've never had a Guinness, you're willing to settle for Miller Lite. However, what wasn't lacking was effort and a desire to please. Alden knew he could work with that.

Of course, even a mediocre blow job is better than wanking your own cock, and soon Alden was ready to cum. It had been had been several days since Alden had cum, and he knew his balls were loaded. So, not wanting to frighten, or drown Braxton, Alden withdrew and instead covered Braxton's face. The poor boy's face looked like a glazed donut with a hole shaped like a smile.

Alden pulled Braxton to his feet and gave him the kind of kiss that says to a man, "You belong to me now."

Indentured Servant Chapter 4: A Change of Plans

A week after Braxton's physical, Dr. Engler stopped by the house. When Braxton opened the door and saw the doctor, he suddenly became concerned, and asked, "Did something show up in my lab's."

"No," Engler said with a smile. Then he handed Braxton an envelope with the results. "Nothing we didn't expect to find. No STI's, and no cancer, diabetes, or other medical conditions were detected. And your drug tests were inline with what your self-reported for use."

"That's good to hear," Braxton said, "so I guess you are not here to see me."

"No, it's time for Alden's annual wellness check, and I need a quick chat with Lana."

"Lana?"

"Braxton," Alden said, " you now Dr. Engler can't discuss Lana's medical condition."

"Oh, I didn't mean to pry," Braxton said, feeling he'd crossed a line, "I was just concerned."

"I know," Alden said with a smile. Then he turned to Engler and asked, which do you want first: me, Lana, or breakfast."

"Oh you know me, the best way to start the day is with coffee and bacon."

"You got that right," Alden said.

While Alden and Braxton were cleaning up, Braxton said, "All my tests came back negative. You know what that means?"

"Yeah, it means I can certify your ass when I sell your contract."

"I was hoping it would mean we could fuck," Braxton said.

"Damn son, you are pretty forward for someone in your state of affairs."

Sometime after Braxton had given him the first blow job, Alden started referring to him a son. Braxton couldn't help but be happy whenever he heard Alden call him son. Though they'd not talked about it, Braxton believed, well hope, that Alden was seeing him as more than a piece of merchandise.

After her visit with Dr. Engler, Lana went into the office and closed the door. After Engler gave Alden his physical and left, Alden went to check on Lana.

When he came out of the office, all he said to Braxton was, "Supper tonight is for four. We need to go shopping."

Braxton asked whether there was something wrong, and Alden's only words were, "That remains to be seen."

Alden took Braxton to one of his favorite local fish markets and picked up some swordfish steaks and squid, which Alden carefully stored in an ice chest in the back of his Tahoe. Then it was to Whole Foods for the rest of the ingredients.

"Who's coming to dinner?" Braxton asked on the way back to the house.

"Joey, Lt. Commander Joey Nimitz, Lana's boyfriend is coming to dinner," Alden said with a mixture of admiration and distain.

The afternoon was spent in one continuous lesson on how to properly entertain. The first step was a white glove inspection of any of the spaces, Lt. Commander Joey might go, and a few he wouldn't go, for example Braxton's bathroom. The next lesson was setting a proper table, including a mini lesson on how to arrange a centerpiece for the table. "The key to a good centerpiece is its size,"Alden said. It needs to fill the voids without taking up too much space, particularly if the meal is being served family style. Also, think about the conversation lines. If conversation is to be between people seat beside each other, then the centerpiece should be larger. On the other hand, lower centerpieces accommodate conversation across the table. So for tonight, since conversation will be intimate and include everyone at the table, the centerpiece needs to be low."

Through the entire lesson on centerpieces Braxton wanted to roll his eyes; however, he was certain Alden would have taken offense and who knows what the punishment might be. Braxton had heard the Royal Navy suspended flogging in the 1880s, but never actually abolished it; regardless, Braxton wasn't counting on Alden having gotten the message. Of course, he did have to smile at the thought a spanking from a British sailor/butler/daddy.

After setting the table, the next task was preparing the meal. Again Alden was precise in his explanation of the menu and how each item was prepared. He would demonstrate the technique then expect Braxton to replicate it. Braxton found himself trying to impress Alden, and becoming very hard on himself if he didn't measure up. One time Braxton was being so hard on himself that Alden put an arm around his shoulder and said, "Hey son, it took me three years in the kitchen before I mastered that technique every time." The feel of Alden's arm around him and being called son, made it hard for Braxton to hide his emotions.

During the entire time Alden and Braxton were getting the dinner ready, Lana remained locked in the office. Finally, she walked out of the office and said, "I'm going home to change clothes and wait for Joey. We'll be back when he gets off duty."

When Lana was gone, Alden said he would watch the food and Braxton should go dress for dinner.

"What should I wear?" Braxton asked.

"The other day, I notice you had a blue blazer. Put on a nice pair of jeans, a plain button-down shirt, and that blazer. You will look very sharp."

Braxton did as Alden suggested, and when he looked in the mirror he had to admit he did look very hot. When he returned to the kitchen, Alden whistled and Braxton had to smile. Then he said, "You know... Dr. Engler gave me a clean bill of health. You know what that means?"

"Yeah, I won't have to put your ass on the clearance table with all of the other discontinued and damages merchandise. Now keep an eye on the food while I go change."

Braxton's expression dropped. That wasn't the response he was expecting. However, Alden was already down the hall and didn't notice that Braxton was hurt by his offhanded remark.

When Alden returned he was wearing a blue blaze as well; however, instead of jeans, he was wearing a pair of grey slacks, and he also was wearing a tie.

When the doorbell rang, Braxton answered it. When he opened it, there was Lana and a man he assumed was Joey Nimitz. Joey was dress very similar to Braxton, but on Braxton the outfit was casual, on Joey it looked lie he was wearing a uniform. Braxton couldn't help but be intimidated. Lana looked stunning in a black cocktail dress and high heals. Braxton guessed she wore the heals because Joey was at least 6'3" and seemed to tower over everyone else.

Lana said, "Braxton, this is my boyfriend Lt. Commander Joey Nimitz. Joey, this is Braxton Isley, one of my Father's assistants."

Braxton extended his hand and said, "Nice to meet you Lt. Commander."

"Please call me Joey."

"Only if you will call me Braxton."

"Agreed," Joey said.

Then Lana said, "And of course you know Daddy."

"Nice to see you again sir," Joey said.

"That goes for me as well, and you can call me..." Alden suddenly stopped and looked at Lana.

Lana smiled, held up her hand with a large diamond, and said, "He can call you Daddy."

Alden smiled, threw his arms around Joey and said, "Welcome to the family son." Suddenly, Braxton felt like a spike had just been driven through his heart.

Braxton served the food while Alden and Joey talked about life in their respective services. Braxton definitely wasn't in the sailor club.

Toward the end of the main course, Alden asked, "So Joey, do you plan to remain in the Coast Guard?"

"I have two year's left on my current tour, and then I was thinking of one more and retiring as Captain Nimitz, not quite the rank of my great uncle Chester Nimitz, but still pretty good. However, now with Lana expecting, and twins at that, I am thinking I need to change to something more land based."

"But Joey," Lana said, "you love sailing. I don't want you to give it up. I and Daddy can manage. Can't we Daddy."

"Lana dear," Joey said, "it isn't just me not being around to help out. It's me not being around to be a father. I don't want to give that up. Maybe I can captain a charter fishing boat or something."

Lana looked at Alden and then he asked, "Have you thought about captaining a yacht?"

"You mean like those large luxury yachts. Sure, but it's still the same problem. I'd have to constantly be at sea. The owners of those things don't like to leave them docked up for too long."

"Well, did Lana tell you about her inheritance?"

"A bit, but I don't want to just sit around the house and sponge off of my wife."

"Lana doesn't know this yet, but I've been offered a very good price for my business, and I plan to take it." Braxton hadn't been paying to close of attention, but now he was suddenly all ears. Alden continued, "I will need to reinvest that money or pay a lot in capital gains taxes. Of course, what I will get for the business isn't near what a yacht will cost, but it will make the down payment, and I have a very significant cash reserve. So getting a loan to buy a yacht won't be a problem. My plan would be for Lana to live here with the babies and take care of the charters, while I lived on board and take care of the guests. What I don't have is a captain. I know it's not the same as a Captain in the USCG, but you would get to wear a cool hat."

Joey laughed, "I will have to give it some thought, and of course Lana and I will definitely need to talk about this and decide if this is right for us and our children. But I do have to admit, it sounds very tempting."

"Well, I think it is time for dessert. I am going to make Banana's Foster. However the ceilings in here are a bit low and the last time I lit the rum, I scorched the ceiling. So I have a station set up outside for the fire show. Braxton can you assist me?"

As Alden and Braxton moved the ingredients out poolside, Alden for the first time took serious note of Braxton's downcast demeanor. "Braxton, is something wrong?" Alden asked.

"No," Braxton said not very convincingly.

Alden was using a single burner propane portable stove to make the dessert, and it was a good thing he was outside when he lit the rum. Braxton would have sworn that the flames leapt up four feet from the pan. However, the Bananas Foster was very good, and eventually even Braxton returned to enjoying himself.

Around 8:30, Joey said he needed to get home and get some sleep because he had a big day coming up. So after some goodbyes, Alden and Braxton were left to load the dishwasher and put leftovers away. When everything was cleaned and in order. Alden said, "I think I need a swim. Join me if you like." He then stripped off his clothes and jumped into the pool.

Braxton stood watching Alden swim for at least five minutes and was about to just go in and go to bed, when suddenly he said, "Fuck it." He shed his clothes and jumped into the pool as well. The two swam laps passing each other in the pool until finally Alden stopped, grabbed Braxton, and said, "This is bullshit. Just tell me what is bothering you."

"You're going to sell me," Braxton said without looking at Alden.

"What?! Where did you get that idea."

"You said you were happy you wouldn't have to put me on the clearance table, then at dinner you said you are going to sell the business. In case you have forgotten, I am one of the business' assets."

"Oh," Alden said. "I can see how that all sounded to you. However, you are not, I repeat--NOT, part of the sale of the company."

"So what am I?"

"What do you want to be?"

Braxton thought for a minute then said, "I want to be your manservant."

Alden smiled and said, "I would very much like that." Then he kissed Braxton.

Eventually Alden led Braxton to the master bedroom and said, "I need to fuck you so badly."

"It will be my pleasure to serve you," Braxton said then stripped off his clothes, crawled onto the bed, and raised his ass for Alden to take whatever he wanted.

The sight of Braxton's tight hole was absolutely mesmerizing. It seemed to draw Alden to it like some kind of sexual electro-magnetic field. When Alden touched the soft hole with his tongue it was like completing a circuit and a current of sexual electricity ran through both men.

Rimming was alway part of Alden's sexual tool box; however, he had never teased anything so sweet or responsive as Braxton's hole. As Alden probed and massaged Braxton with his tongue and fingers, the boy moaned and dripped cum onto the bed like his cock was a melting icicle. However there was one significant difference, when as an icicle melts it becomes smaller, but Braxton' cock seemed big after every lick of the tongue or probe of the finger.

Finally Braxton said, "Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me." Alden was big, and Braxton knew it would take all of his focus and resolve to allow Alden to slip inside, but there was nothing Braxton wanted or needed more at that moment.

Alden placed his cock on Braxton's tight sphincter and gently pushed. He met resistance and paused as Braxton concentrated on relaxing. Bit by bit Braxton's mind was taking control and telling his body to relax. Then without warning or fanfare it happened, Braxton relaxed and the head of Alden's cock just slipped in.

Alden was a great lover. Service was so much a part of who he was that satisfying Braxton was part of his own satisfaction, and he took Braxton to levels of sexual arousal and expression the young man had no idea existed. Years of experience had equipped Alden with techniques in bed that matched those his had in the kitchen.

Something Braxton had no experience with was a top who could keep his bottom on the edge of cumming but not send him over the brink. Then when Alden did finally did push Braxton over the edge, it was into an orgasm longer and deeper than any most men would experience in a lifetime of sex.

As Braxton bucked and thrashed on the bed, he felt Alden's cock spasm, and he was filled to overflowing with warm, creamy cum. For just a moment the intensity was too strong and Braxton' brain had to take a break. When he opened his eyes again, Braxton looked up into the face of Zeus. Alden's normally perfect hair was hanging down and the expression on his face was one of both conquer and savior. Alden owned Braxton far more completely than any contract could stipulate. Braxton belonged to Alden, not just for a seven years, but for a lifetime.

Indentured Servant Epilogue

Joey and Lana did marry and had three children, the twins, Peter and Anna, and a younger son, Aldie. Aldie, like his brother and sister, wasn't planned. Joey was deployed for almost a year to the Indian Ocean as part of a join Navy/Coast Guard effort to deal with piracy. He got back a couple of weeks earlier than expected and intended on surprising Lana. Unfortunately, Lana hadn't been as conscientious during his absence with the family planning. So nine months later, surprise, little Aldie.

Joey's departure from the Coast Guard was also delayed because of national security and immigration needs, although it meant time away from his young family, he did leave the service having been promoted to Commander.

Six months after Joey and Lana married, Alden and Braxton did as well. Alden had resisted because of the age difference. He said he'd worked out everything with his attorney and they didn't need the protections of a marriage certificate. However, Lana was having nothing to do with that. "My children aren't growing up with their Daddy and Uncle just shacking up. That's a bad example to set." The hypocrisy of Lana's argument was a running joke in the office. However, Alden finally agreed to a `Civil Ceremony.' Of course, he might not have agreed to anything if he had known about the reception Lana had planned. She decide if there wasn't going to be a big wedding, there ought to at least be a big country club party.

With Joey's return to civilian life on hold, Alden decided to take the company in a different direction. He found an eighty guest passenger ship for sale that was cheap, but it was worn and needed a face lift. On an impulse Alden bought the ship, and then a week later was in a panic attack about wasting a bunch of money. However, Lana called Joey who knew just the people to assess the ship's seaworthiness. As it turned out, the ship was in great shape structurally and mechanically, the reason the price was so low was a downturn in the previous owner's bookings and the high cost of bringing the ship up to corporate expectations.

Joey used his contracts to find a shipyard that could retrofit the ship and make some modifications. The most significant modifications was a new owner's stateroom for Alden and Braxton and a new Captain's cabin that could accommodate Lana and the rest of the family during summers and major holidays when the ship would be at sea.

When they were trying to figure out how to position the new company in the vacation/cruise industry, Braxton said, "I've been thinking, there is a nostalgia for the Roaring 20's. What if we focus on the fact that we have a small ship and are based in Miami. We could do `rum runner' excursions to the Caribbean. We could sail from Miami, to the Bahamas, to Puerto Rico, to Jamaica, to Key West, then back to Miami. We could schedule tours of some of the famous rum distilleries and focus on Caribbean culture, Jazz, and Earnest Hemingway."

"That is a great idea," Alden said. "Plus it will give us a strong marketing opportunity with older couples, especially older gay couples. After all, what gay guy from the snow belt could resist drinks with little umbrellas and a stop at Key West in the Winter."

Lana laughed and said, "This idea can also help us decide what to do with the refit. We can go with a `retro seedy' vibe, nothing too modern, and that will save some money on the refit. Polished teak, worn leather, cigars, and rum, that's our look. Of course we need to the match that with old school service and great food."

So it was that `Spirit Adventures' was born. When Joey finally retired from the Coast Guard, they added a Whiskey, Gin, and Guinness cruise to the U.K. and Ireland during the Summer, and a wine and craft beer cruise up the West Coast during the Fall.

Of course it took all of the adults to keep up with Peter, Anna, and Aldie. They were smart, good looking, and athletic, but mostly they were funny kids. Whenever they were around, the laughter never stopped. When they graduated high school, Anna went to the Coast Guard Academy and Peter to the Naval academy. Peter planned the make the Navy his career saying "It was time for another Admiral Nimitz."

Aldie loved the cruise line and planned to make it his career. He was admitted to the United States Merchant Marine Academy and majored in Marine Transportation so after his term of service, he could returned to Miami to work in the company.

As for Alden and Braxton, Alden was in charge of training the service and hospitality staff, and Braxton worked with Lana on marketing, promotions and new tour development. The fleet had grown to seven ships, and Alden and Braxton spent about a third of their time on one or another of the ships to insure quality and value. It was on one of their times at sea that they hooked up with Grant and Gino.

Grant Norris was the second most senior captain in the fleet after, Joey and was in command of the `Northern Star' which sailed from New York City to the U.K. for the the Scotch, Gin, and Guinness tour. With a seven-day crossing to observe the crew, Braxton was the first to notice that Captain Norris and a second mate seemed more than casually friendly. When Braxton mentioned that to Alden, Alden decide to do a little investigation. Having served on a ship, Alden was aware the best place to find the scuttlebutt was the stewards department. Because they were everywhere and familiar, the rest of the crew became less cautions speaking in their presence. Alden figured a passenger ship would not be much different than a warship in that regard. So, he put on his chef's uniform and hung around the kitchen and serving staff for a day. By evening, he was certain that Norris and the second mate, Gino Spigal, had more than a professional relationship.

So, the next day Braxton made it a point to bump into Gino and become chummy then invite him to supper. At the same time, Alden invited Captain Norris to supper. Gino arrived first, and he and Braxton were on the balcony chatting when Grant arrived. Alden paid particular attention to how Grant would react when Gino and Braxton walked back into the cabin. The look on both Grant's and Gino's face confirmed the gossip he'd gathered during the day.

During supper Grant and Gino seemed to relax and the conversation was pleasant and entertaining. Alden had a way of disarming people, and the four seemed to hit it off with each other. However, when Alden dismissed the steward saying he would serve dessert, Grant was immediately back on edge. There was something up, he was sure. It wasn't normal for your boss and the owner of the company to serve his employees coffee and cheesecake.

Finally, Grant couldn't take it any longer and asked, "Am I fired."

"Why would you ask that?" Alden said.

"I don't believe it is a coincidence that Second Officer Spigal and I are both at this meal tonight."

"You are correct," Alden said. "I am ready to retire. Joey, Lana, and Aldie are ready to expand the company and I am ready to hand it over to them. I am looking to purchase a yacht and will need a captain and crew, I am wondering if you and Gino would be interested in the being captain and first mate?"

"And if I say no?"

Nothing will happen," Alden said. "I don't care what you two may or may not be doing when not on duty. However, what I am offering is a chance for the two of you to live honestly and openly, and for you to be the first captain our new yacht."

"So what do you get out of this?" Gino asked.

"A first rate captain and experienced first mate." Alden said. We plan to see the world and we need a crew that knows what they are doing in unfamiliar water."

"Also," Braxton added, "We are looking for another gay couple who is like us to socialize with. We know our age difference might present some challenges in the future, so when we became aware of your relationship, we felt this might be an opportunity to not just make friends, but find confidants."

After careful thought Grant and Gino accepted the offer and the four soon did became the best of friends.

Alden and Braxton lived a full and happy life together, and even though their age difference would mean Alden depart from this world before Braxton, Braxton never regretted for one moment his life with Alden. So each year, Braxton did not celebrate their anniversary; instead he celebrated the real beginning of their life together, the day he became Alden's indentured manservant.

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