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When Theo kissed me, the world quieted, I felt love surging in me, and it was like everything was packed, complete. My life had been missing pieces, but Theo made that feeling go away.
“I love you, Master,” he whispered against my lips. “And your facial hair tickles.”
“Good. I like tickling you.”
He dressed in the tank and the shorts, but I had one more adjustment to make before I had him model the clothes for me. Pinching the front of the tank over his nipples, I cut two holes to expose them.
“My silk…”
“Looks better like this.”
“Yes, Master.”
I took him down to the kitchen with my hand gripping the back of his neck, and once there, I showed him how to make a pot of coffee for the rest of us before I let him make his own in his French press.
Talking him through scrambled eggs after that was an experience. He cracked five eggs before he got one in the bowl that didn’t have shells floating in it. However, when he finally got it, he grinned after a fewewsfor getting the raw egg on his hands.
I decided bacon was too much for the first day, so I removed some sausage links. He almost burned them but turned down the gas and learned to be more patient. That was a lesson all in itself.
When Ryan and Brett came down, their breakfasts were ready, but Brett giggled over Theo’s clothes. Ryan snapped at him, and Brett behaved, but not before getting Theo to laugh.
“These boys are in for a beating, Hud.”
“I believe so.”
We had an excellent breakfast, and Theo knelt beside me, allowing me to feed him from my plate. He didn’t want to eat like a dog again. When breakfast was finished, I had Theo throw on some clothes and his heavy coat and walk with me to the pigs. As we went, I reminded him of the rules. “Don’t speak until I allow it. I’ll nod slightly so they don’t think anything strange.”
“They would think something was strange?”
“Theo! Biggest rule?”
“Be polite and kind,” he groaned. “I didn’t say it to them!”
“Still. You can speak nicely about people as well as to them.”
“Fine,” he snarked, then heard himself and corrected, “I’m sorry. Master.”
“Good. Thank you, slave.”
“Weird to hear that. Sorry…”
“No, I always want you to be honest with me. It is weird to say, too, as Master is weird to hear. Do you want to use different terms?”
“Can I get back to you? I can…think on it, but right now, maybe we just need to be used to it.”
I took his hand and held it. “Very smart.”
“Thanks,” he said, glowing.
The longer we were together, the better I saw him. He longed for discipline, sure, but he longed for praise too, not just fake praise given by insincere people. He needs to be told by someone who loves him how good, sweet, and beautiful he truly is.
When we got close, the smell of the pork in the smoker got thick, and my stomach flipped. Theo sniffed the air and said, “That is amazing! What is that?”
“Your pork. Dale and Tucker use Flynn’s old recipes for curing and smoking. I'm told there’s a special brine, and the wood chips for the smoker are local trees, the best of the best.”
“I should be charging more!”
“Don’t get greedy. Offer your products at reasonable prices.”
