Butler for the Night (Patreon)

This pair of underwear has been sitting in my drawer for months now, and I finally decided to use them as inspiration for a story here. Unfortunately for me, it means that photos of me in them are now on the VIP Discord server to go with this story...

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“Is there anything else that I can get for you?”

“For you…”

“Sir. Is there anything else that I can get for you, sir?”

“Oh no, that will be all, sweet cheeks.”

Turning around, I started to head back to my kitchen when I felt his hand collide with my bare ass. It would have been embarrassing in any sense, but the fact that this was my best friend made it even worse.

Ignoring him, I headed into the kitchen and laid the tray on my counter before taking a break to catch my breath. This prank had sounded harmless at first, but I was not feeling the same way now. Not at all.

It had started like most of our bets did around a football game, and I was far too drunkenly confident that my team would prevail. They didn’t though, and I had to pay up. The bet had escalated through each quarter, and by the end of regulation time, it had morphed into a veritable buffet of humiliation. Literally.

The punishment stated that I would cook a meal for every guy there, and I would dress the part of a proper butler as I did it, waiting on them and their every need. I assumed that I’d be pulling out my old tux I’d bought for a wedding, but I got a screenshot of Gary’s Amazon order messaged to me instead. It showed up two days later, and I knew that there was no way to argue my way out of this one.

So that’s what led me here. That’s why my best friends were eating a three-course meal around my dining room table as I served wine and cleaned up spills wearing only a pair of briefs that connected to the bow tie around my neck. Well, I guess they’re more of a thong since the only piece of fabric covering my ass was a thin string that had immediately disappeared once I put it on. That was apparently the selling point for the outfit over other competing options because Gary forced me to do a spin for everyone right there in the doorway.

That was about an hour ago, and I still hadn’t gotten used to this at all. Most of my friends were straight, but they were handsier than Gabe at the other end of the table who couldn’t make eye contact with me all night. He had a boyfriend who was great, but he still had to keep adjusting his napkin in his lap whenever I got near him.

“Hey sweetie, what’s for dessert?”

That was Charlie who was trying so hard to be degrading, but he was too nice of a guy to pull it off. Gary was better at it, almost too good at it. He hooked one of his thumbs into the waistband of my outfit hard enough to shift the briefs down low enough to reveal the top of my trimmed pubes.

“I actually brought the dessert for tonight, boys. I accidentally left it in my car though so we’ll have to wait for Ian to go grab it.”

“Wait, what?”

This had not been part of the agreement. I knew that I’d be serving them like this, but all of the blinds on the front of my house were shut to keep anyone else from seeing in. As I looked for someone else to volunteer, no one met my eyes.

“Where are your keys?”

I couldn’t even hide how defeated I sounded, and as Gary pulled them out of his pocket, everyone else ignored my plight and headed over to the front window. They rolled up the blinds to watch as I took a deep breath and stepped out onto my front porch.

The night was thankfully empty, and I looked up and down my street before walking into the glow of the streetlight at the corner of my yard. I could hear a dog barking in the distance, and I hesitated to hear if it got closer, but it was safely in someone’s yard yapping away. I got to the end of my sidewalk before I pressed the lock on the key fob to see that Gary had parked at least four houses down- what an asshole.

Passing by my first neighbor’s dark house, I switched to the other side of the row of cars as I passed by the Millers with every light on. I could see my neighbor in his living room, and I really didn’t want him to see me. He didn’t even look up from his book though as I crept behind his and his wife’s cars before getting to Gary’s truck.

Unlocking the door, I saw the cake in the backseat, and I crawled in to grab it. There was a piece of paper taped on top that had one line of writing in a thick pen:

I brought my spare set of keys with me tonight.

As I read it a second time, I finally realized what he meant when his car alarm went off. Looking down at the key fob in my own hand, I saw the little red button that would initiate the alarm, and I knew that even if I silenced it on my end, he would start it again. I had to get out of here and fast.

Grabbing the cake, I shimmied back into the front seat, not even noticing that one of the straps on my outfit had gotten snagged on the gear shift. As I jumped down onto the pavement, the cake stayed securely in my grasp, but my outfit did not. I was left wearing only the bow tie, and I couldn’t waste time. Leaving the broken g-string behind me, I shut his truck door and ran back towards my house. There was no way I could dodge behind cars now- my only saving grace would be making it back home before anyone stepped outside to see what was happening.

Luck wasn’t on my side though, as I saw Mr. Miller step out onto the porch.

“Ian, is that you?”

I didn’t even know his first name, but he apparently knew mine. I left his question unanswered as I kept running, and I just hoped that he would take that as a no. Hopefully he just thought the man running with his exposed cock slapping against each thigh was some freak that didn’t live around here.

Darting up to my house, I didn’t even see the man coming up the sidewalk with his dog, but they both saw me. Thinking it was some dog toy, the dog grabbed onto the swaying piece of fabric hanging from my bow tie, and that ripped off as well.

“What the fuck, dude?”

I tried to hold the cake in front of my face to block my identity, but that was useless since I was about to run into my house with him still in view. I couldn’t risk staying outside any longer so I darted inside, just thankful that my asshole friends hadn’t locked the door on me. As I practically threw the cake down onto the table as I caught my breath, Gary stood right behind me and whispered into my ear.

“So ready for you to serve this to us and watch us swallow it all.”

My cock stirred a bit between my legs as I headed over to the cabinet to grab some extra plates…