I became a butler knowing two things: I was becoming part of a dying breed, and I would need to do whatever I can for the person who hired me. I joined up with a service that employed butlers for those who wanted the service, namely the wealthy, and was told to expect to wait for an indefinite amount of time. Apparently I was fairly low on the agency’s list of priorities, so I was surprised when I was hired within a day.
I was told that I was hand-picked by a very wealthy client, and that I was to be transported across the country to begin my work the next day. I found myself nervous and excited on the doorstep of a luxurious mansion in full uniform twenty-four hours later. I was invited in by the master of the house himself, a man who’s name I am not at liberty to disclose, and I was taken on a tour through the house.
Along the way the master explained that under his service I could expect a few oddities. He also assured me that as long as I followed his instructions to the letter, I would be happy. Well, his exact wording was that I “will know true pleasure,” but I came to my own conclusions.
When we reached the indoor pool he mumbled something I didn’t quite hear, though I could’ve sworn it was in a different language. I politely inquired as to what he said, wondering if that might’ve been an order, but he said it was unimportant before nonchalantly commenting on the day’s heat. I nodded in agreement despite disagreeing. The entire mansion had been kept to a perfectly cool temperature, and yet I suddenly found myself in a sweat. Rationalizing that I simply wasn’t yet used to my layered uniform, I tried to politely continue conversation with the master.
However, when I began doing so between haughty pants, the master invited me to remove my clothes, and with strangely little hesitation, I proceeded to whisk off pants. I was a man possessed, shucking away clothes as if the flames of hell had me roasting. It wasn’t until I was well into unbuttoning my shirt that I saw my underwear were nearly transparent thanks to the my body’s exuberant dampness. I looked up at the master, panting a little, and he heavily encouraged me to continue.
I paused for a brief moment, contemplating the irregularity of the situation before the master spoke another phrase in a foreign tongue. A wave of heat smothered my ability to think, and I quickly removed what little remained of my clothing, exposing my bare form to the master. Beads of sweat traced my toned body as I gasped for air. I was standing in a puddle of my own making when I noticed how aroused I’d become. The unbearable heat had distracted me from the euphoria, but my member was throbbing in pleasure I only now began to feel.
The master commented on my exemplary physique as well as my impressive cock before gesturing to the pool beside me. He welcomed me to cool myself in his waters but cautioned that it would ensure my baptism into his servitude. A very small part of my mind recognized the oddity of the warning and nearly resisted the urge to dive into the pool, yet the rest of my body yearned for the relief of the cold, refreshing waters. With little more thought, I sprinted towards the pool and jumped in.
The moment my body became submerged, I heard the master’s strange voice echoing through the water. His strange incantations caressed and fondled my mind as the rippling water did my body. I found what little thought was left in my head were ejected with a wave of euphoria and a sudden emission from my cock into the pool. I was left to float, mindless, as I finished my my strange baptismal, the pool’s water washing away my sweat and cum.
I left those waters the master’s butler, in totality.