Ceil Phantomhive was 15 and always busy keeping charge of two empires, legitimate and otherwise…, but no amount of work could have stalled his ultimate enemy: Puberty.

He was furious enough when his voice broke mid-sentence and his elder associates smothered their giggles. So he had to redesigned his cane so that when he banged on the floor it sounded like a pistol had went off. That shut the idiots up.

But what really inhibited him from work the most was the perpetual horniness.

So when, for a third time, his butler walked in on his young master's self-relief Sebastian joked, "Do you require any help with that?"

He slumped back in his armchair. "NO."

"Such modesty, considering I have probably seen everything by now."

"Oh, Shut Up. And wipe that ridiculous smirk of your face."

"Well, good luck, then."

Several months and a dozen walk-in-on-personal-moments later, Ciel awoke and [without sitting up] noticed his recurring problem. "Damn it."

"Young Master, you shouldn't curse." Ceil looked up at his butler then back to the ceiling. He hadn't even noticed his butler come in, but he didn't have the energy to be surprised. Even studying the gold trim on white ceiling, he could Hear his butler started smirking. "Would like some assistance with that, sir?" The glare Ciel shot him just made him smile wider. the smile looked professional enough, but the joke was obvious.

"Sebastian, go suck it." Ciel said tartly.

The devil started laughing as he continued into the room and put the tray of breakfast he had with him on a table. Ciel frowned to himself for a moment before slowly saying, "Sebastian…"

"Yes, sir?" said Sebastian without looking away from his tray.

"That… that's an order."

A loud clatter filled the room. Ceil bolted upright. Sebastian had dropped the tea cup and saucer. That never happened. But Sebastian's expression was perfectly normal. It wasn't even sarcastic or sadistic, just mundanely disinterested. If one could assume, it was rather than dropping them out of shock, Sebastian had simply had a muscle spasm. Picking them up from the floor and returning them to the sterling silver tray, "My apologies, my lord."

A little disappointed with the reaction, Ceil lay back down on his bed. Forget it, he hadn't really expected that to work.

His mind wandered to risqué books and movies that really did nothing for his morning wood. He was about to stop procrastinating and deal with 'it' even if he wasn't alone in the room. That's when he felt his butler pull him up. Inappropriate erections or not, the morning was continuing as usual. His night gown was up and over his head and a soft cotton suit shirt was wrapped around him and buttoned without him having to lift a finger.

But when it came time for his tailored business pants to be put on he instead felt his briefs being removed.

A sharp gasp of surprise was all that escaped before Sebastian silenced him. Ciel was gagged with the very tie Sebastian had laid out for him to wear that day. This was a logical idea, as the rest of the Phantomhive Estate was already awake and would have investigated the tumultuous moans that would have otherwise followed. As it was, Ciel would suffer in silence.

and no one would here him scream.