Chapter 12 – Seth, His Boyfriend, and His Houseboy
For Seth, Tuesday went by just like Monday. His bladder was a constant source of worry, and every minute felt like an hour. That night, he went to bed comforted by his houseboy, was woken by his bladder three times; the third time was six in the morning, so he just decided to stay up. With Dean's arrival a mere four or so hours away, Seth was too excited to consider more sleep. Miz went to make coffee, and Seth went to the restroom to wash up, shave, and trim.
When he went back to the bedroom, Miz was making the bed with fresh sheets. He was still in his robe and slippers. "I thought you'd drowned, Sir," he joked.
Seth smiled, and patted his houseboy's head.
"I brought you your coffee, and laid out your clothes."
"Thank you." Seth wondered if he ought to skip the coffee; the switch to non-dairy creamer hadn't helped his issues at all. Miz had laid out casual dress clothes for his master to wear when he finally saw his boyfriend again, and Seth was very touched. He got dressed in his fine, black clothes, and before he could pick up his coffee, he heard his phone, Sierra! Hotel! India! Ec- and picked it up instead. Dean!
"The eagle has landed," Dean joked. "We're in early, but there's not an open gate, so we're taxing around the runway. I don't have any checked stuff, so I can just go get my rental."
"Call me again when you're on the road. I'm so excited!"
"Me too!"
Just before Dean was due to arrive, Seth was hit by an urgent need to piss for the third time since he'd been up. He headed for the restroom. His houseboy was cleaning it, mopping the floor.
"Fuck, houseboy, move!" Seth snapped, as he threw down a crutch.
"Sir, the floor's wet, it's not-"
Seth shoved him out of the way, but it was already too late. No little leak, either, the piss came in one huge gush. Again dismayed, and utterly embarrassed, he slid out of his fine clothes and let them sit in the puddle at his feet. He began washing up.
Miz flew into a panic. "Oh, no, Sir! I'll get you fresh clothes, Sir, I'll get-"
"Just clean up, okay, houseboy? I can dress myself." Seth turned to go, and bumped right into Dean, who hugged his towel-wrapped boyfriend.
"I really need to pee!" Dean whined, and dashed upstairs.
Seth went to put on fresh clothes. He'd only gotten as far as boxer briefs and green-gray cargo pants when he heard Dean running back down the stairs.
"You motherfuckin' piece of shit!" Dean shouted at Miz. "How the fuck...No, WHY the fuck would you...FUCK!"
Seth didn't hear his houseboy's reply as he hobbled to the restroom, but he heard his boyfriend hit him as he lost his words, and his temper. In the restroom, Seth found Miz cowering in the corner, and Dean about to hit him again. He grabbed Dean's arm. "Dean, what the hell is going on?"
"Your houseboy's been drugging you." Dean handed Seth an empty blister pack of diuretics, and a box containing a nearly-empty blister pack. "I found those up in the master bathroom. This whole fuckin' time he's been watching you struggle, and he's been the cause of it!" He glared at Miz with hatred.
Seth looked down at the items in his hands and felt betrayed, though relieved he didn't really have bladder problems. If his houseboy had been drugging him since the day he arrived, he'd likely put them in everything he served Seth that wasn't water. He had put Seth through an incredible amount of worry and stress, not to mention the embarrassment of pissing himself in the hospital.
"Why would you do that to me, houseboy?" He finally asked.
Miz raised his bowed head and Seth could see his matted lashes, wet cheeks, and glassy eyes. "I-"
"Let me handle this, sweetheart," Dean said, gently, but firmly. He took the box from Seth, and turned to Miz. "You're going to finish these." He turned back towards Seth. "Go get dressed, babe."
"Dean, I really think-" Seth began, even though he was unsure of what to say.
"Seth, go get dressed. Let me handle this."
Seth glared angrily at his lover, but Dean had already dismissed him and turned his attention back to Miz. Seth stepped out, and Dean slammed the door behind him. Seth slammed his door, too.
The dual closed doors muffled Dean's shouts. Seth pulled on a long-sleeve shirt and a zip up hoodie. He called his surgeon's office to reschedule his follow-up for tomorrow. He and Dean were supposed to leave for it in less than two hours, and he had a feeling the drama would not yet be over. He was furious with Dean for taking control of the situation; it made him, Seth, look weak.
He went back out to the restroom. The door was locked, and Seth pounded on it with a crutch. He heard Dean say "-I'll break your fuckin' face!" before he stepped out and closed the door behind him. Seth got just a glimpse of his knelt-down low houseboy wiping blood from the tile floor.
"Dean, what the fuck?" Seth snapped. "That's my houseboy in there and-"
"He humiliated you!"
"Yes, I know that," Seth replied tightly, trying to control his anger. "That's another reason why I should be the one to punish him. He's my houseboy, Dean."
"And I'm your boyfriend! I love you, and that...that fuckin' thing in there hurt you. It's my place to protect you. It kills me that I wasn't here to do that, Seth." Dean's voice began strong, and tapered off to guilt.
Seth gently caressed his shoulder. "Honey, I understand why you weren't here. I love you. But, you can't just take it upon yourself to punish my houseboy; it's not your place."
Dean pulled away, and faced his boyfriend, again strong and resolute. "Whether it's my place or not, darling, I'm doing it. You've just had surgery; you can't give fuckin' Miz the punishment he deserves for what he did."
"I may have just had surgery, but I'm not weak." Seth snapped. He realized he was having his first fight with Dean, and on the other side of the door, Miz, the reason for the lovers' spat, could hear them. It further pissed Seth off.
"Oh no, babe, I didn't mean that." Dean reached out to hold him, but this time, Seth pulled away. Dean responded by throwing open the restroom door to scream at Miz. "Get the fuck out of here!"
Miz seemed ready to do just that, but with a simple gesture, Seth made him stay. "Dean, you know this is business, between Hunter, Steph, Miz, and myself. You throw him out and we're through, because in doing so, you'll have destroyed my career."
"I don't want to see him while I'm here. Put him in the garage, in bondage. Gag him, too." Dean tried to keep his voice even, but Seth could tell he was still seething with rage.
"Dean, it's very cold-"
"Then put him out the naked!" Dean snapped.
The newly-Dominant Seth narrowed his pretty brown eyes at his lover, and slid his gaze over to his houseboy. "Houseboy, go upstairs and stay there."
"Yes, Sir," Miz replied, and hurried away. Dean immediately took off after him.
"Dean!" Seth shouted, frustrated and dismayed. He now doubted Dean loved him, if he couldn't even listen to him. It was no longer just about the Miz.
The injured man lowered himself to the stairs and began pushing himself up backwards. Just before he made it to the top, his disgraced Grecian god came from the master suite.
"What did you do to my houseboy?"
"Seth, you shouldn't be on the stairs. Come on, I'll help you back down."
Seth shoved him away and continued pushing himself upstairs.
"I just made it impossible for him to leave, that's all," Dean said. "I cuffed him to the headboard."
Seth glared at him. "Go downstairs."
"Seth, please-"
"Go downstairs, Dean," Seth repeated.
"I'm not leaving you, it's not...safe."
"Fine, just park your ass right there. I'm going to check on my houseboy." He reached up and opened the door, and scooted into the suite. He locked the door behind him and half-crabwalked into the bedroom.
His houseboy was indeed handcuffed to the wraught-iron headboard. Because he was on the floor, Seth knew Miz couldn't see him, and likely thought Dean had returned when he'd heard the door open and shut. He was whimpering and sniffling a little. Seth's viewpoint on the floor didn't allow him a good look at his pet, but there were smudges of blood on his arms, and all over his hands.
"Miz, it's Seth."
"Sir! Oh, Sir, I'm so sorry!" Miz began to sob.
"Shhh..." Seth hushed him. "I forgive you, houseboy. But why would you do that to me?"
Miz didn't answer at first.
"I'm waiting, houseboy."
"Um... Remember when you pissed on me for wearing your suit and blocking the restroom?"
"Yes."
"I... I... I liked it, Sir," Miz confessed. "I wanted you to do it again. I thought that if you really needed to go, you'd use me again."
Because his houseboy couldn't see his reaction, Seth smiled, and let it slip to allow him to speak in a normal tone after a pause, to form a reply. "I had a feeling you weren't doing it to be malicious."
A knock on the door. Dean. Seth scooted back through the sitting room and opened the door.
"Come on, I want to get started on lunch. We have to eat before we leave for your appointment."
"We aren't going today, I rescheduled it for tomorrow. Bring me my crutches. I'm going to stay up here for awhile."
"Seth, honey, we need to talk," Dean began, his voice apologetic.
But Seth dismissed him. "We will, over lunch. Now get me my crutches, please."
Dean went downstairs, and came back with his lover's crutches. He helped Seth up, and let him see the hurt in his eyes, but Seth did not let it affect him. He was looking through the bedroom door at his houseboy. "Come get me when lunch is ready."
"Alright." It was a little more than a sigh, and Dean left.
Because of the blood, Seth couldn't actually see the extent of the beating his boyfriend had bestowed upon his houseboy, but his pretty face was swollen here and there. Tears of pity sprang to his dark bedroom eyes, and he went into the master bath and washed his face with cold water. The tears came right back, and rolled down his cheeks as he wet a stack of washcloths with warm water.
He took the handful of washcloths and went back to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and helplessly wept as he gently washed the blood away from Miz's golden sun-kissed face, revealing the bruises, bumps, and the source of the blood; a gash above one eyebrow, and a split lower lip.
"Don't cry, Sir. For what I did, I deserved what your boyfriend gave me."
Seth took a shaky, but deep breath and wiped down his own face with a clean washcloth, gone cool now. "Look at me, houseboy. Dean overstepped his boundaries when he took it upon himself to punish you, and I'm very upset with him for it. You did not deserve that, and it was not his place."
"But, Sir-"
Seth hushed him. "He went way over the line. He hit you in the face!" His voice cracked; he was going to cry again. Shit, he was crying again. "This really gets to me, because I used to be a houseboy, too! Actually, I was a slave, but my Masters would have never done to me what he did to you, no matter what I'd done to bring punishment upon myself. Oh, they did other things to me, degrading things. They forced me to give them oral. They spanked, whipped, and violated my ass. I was often kept in bondage of some sort, usually a collar and leash or harness and leash. Like a dog, I had to eat and drink out of bowls on the floor, I slept on a futon mattress on the floor, with pawprints on it. My restroom privileges were strictly controlled. I had to piss out in the yard on all fours, like a dog, on Master's lead."
The confession brought back his self-control. He was no longer crying. "I wanted to give you a better experience than what I had. And my boyfriend comes home and gives you a worse one. I am so sorry, Miz."
"It's okay, Sir. Um, Sir?"
"Yes?"
"I need to use the restroom." Miz blushed and squirmed. "He made me take some of those diuretics, with a lot of water."
"Well, now you know how I felt. That is the only thing Dean did that I would have done, just wasn't his place to do it."
"Sir, please let me use the restroom, please!" Miz begged, writhing on the bed.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Seth asked, and smiled, enjoying the show.
"Oh, yes, Sir! Oh, please, Sir! Please let me use the restroom!"
"No."
"But I'm going to wet myself, Sir! I'm going to- Nonono! Oh, Sir, please! I'm wetting my pants!"
Seth looked, it was true. A large stain was quickly spreading on his houseboy's designer jeans, and darkening the teal sheet below him. His own bladder, still feeling the effects of the diuretics, cramped in sympathy, and he had to hold himself to keep the piss from coming out. He stood up and managed to free his cock without pissing himself, and aimed it directly at his houseboy's wet crotch. He let it flow, a big, fast gush hit the intended target.
"Oh, Sir..." Miz sighed with delight as the bulge in his wet jeans grew.
Seth shook off on him, and put himself away. He smiled at his soaking wet houseboy, who, despite his injuries, was also smiling. He didn't sit back down on the bed for fear of disturbing the puddle and getting a wet ass, but he stroked Miz's dirty-blonde hair before releasing one of the handcuffs.
"Thank you, Sir!" Miz removed the other cuff from his wrist, and rubbed his arms and shoulders. "I'd hug you, but I'm all wet!"
Seth chuckled. "Go get cleaned up, my naughty houseboy."
While Miz changed the bedding, Seth washed his face and brushed his hair. He wet it down, and brushed it again before pulling it back in to a ponytail. Just as he finished putting himself back together, Dean knocked on the door again. Miz froze, and his pretty face blanched.
"It's fine, houseboy. I won't let him do anything to you, I promise. Just get cleaned up, and stay up here until I call you." Seth went out to the sitting room and opened the door.
Dean got a glimpse of Miz up and about. "You let him up?" He asked, as he carried Seth downstairs.
"He wet the bed." Seth got back on his crutches and went to the kitchen.
Dean followed. "Good, fucker deserves it."
"That much I agree with you on." Seth sat down at the counter. Dean had prepared hot ham and swiss sandwiches with a side of kettle cooked chips and cottage cheese.
"You should have let him lie in it."
Seth set down his sandwich. "Don't ever tell me what to do with my houseboy, Dean. I know damn fuckin' well what I'm doing with him, and I'm capable of doing it on my own. I understand you were upset; I know how much you love me."
His boyfriend nodded quietly. Seth took both of his hands into his own. "And you know how much I love you; you mean so much to me. Every day you're gone feels like a week. But, if you ever harm my houseboy in any way ever again, we're through. Although there are some things I need your help with, he's not one of them."
"I'm sorry, my love." Dean kissed the backs of Seth's hands and rubbed his face against them.
Seth felt the wetness of his lover's tears. He released Dean's hands and stroked his hair and shoulders. "I forgive you."
"I'll never do anything to make us fight again, I promise. I was just so pissed off I kind of went off the handle after finding that stuff in the upstairs bathroom. It was so hard to be away from you, especially after you told me you were sick. That Miz was supposed to be taking care of you, and he went and made you sick." Dean stopped to eat and collect his thoughts. "I was jealous, too," he confessed.
Seth touched Dean's leg. Right then and there, he wanted to come clean to Dean about his title run. It would help Dean understand the seriousness of Seth's role in relation to Miz. But, he couldn't trust his sweet, but guileless boyfriend, not to accidentally blurt it out someday. Instead he said: "Understandable."
They ate some more. Then Dean asked: "You're not going to make me apologize to him, are you?"
"That's for you to decide. Can you refill me? I need to flush out that diuretic."
"Of course, love." Dean refilled Seth's water glass. "Ah... I've decided that I owe him an apology. Can you call him down here?"
"Yes. Wait here, though. Let me call him from the foot of the stairs."
Dean scoffed. "He's your fuckin' houseboy, Seth! Why do you insist on handling him with kid gloves?"
"Because he's my houseboy," Seth replied, simply. "Just because he's my houseboy doesn't mean I have to treat him like...like a dog."
Dean nodded. "I know, I know. I'm just jealous."
"You have nothing to be jealous of, my love. My houseboy may take care of me when you're on the road, but he'll never replace you in my life." Seth hugged his boyfriend tight. "If you're not ready to apologize to him yet, that's okay, I understand."
"No, I'm ready to apologize. I should make him a sandwich, though; an olive branch." Dean got up and went to the fridge. "How badly did I fuck him up?"
"Few cuts, bumps, and bruises, but he doesn't think anything's broken."
"Good." Dean began making another sandwich.
"Where's the rest of that diuretic?" Seth asked. "I'd like to give him another dose."
Dean smiled, and pulled the remaining blister pack from his back pocket. "Only four left. I'll pick up more later if you want."
"Please do, my love."
Dean set Miz's plate down on the other side of Seth's and kissed him. "I'll add it to my shopping list.
"And I'll go fetch my houseboy." Seth got up and went to the foot of the stairs. "Houseboy!"
Miz hurried downstairs. "Yes, Sir?"
"Dean has something he'd like to say to you."
Miz froze, and his beaten face paled.
"Don't be scared, he's even made you lunch."
Miz smiled a little, but still looked uneasy.
"Don't worry, it's a good thing." Seth patted him. "But, your punishment is not over. However, I will be the one to administer it." He led his houseboy to the kitchen, and patted the bar stool he was to use, and stayed standing, so his boyfriend could address him directly.
Dean cleared his throat. "Miz, I'm sorry. It was not my place to...do that, and I regret it."
"Thank you, Dean. And, thank you for lunch."
Dean nodded and gave him a little smile, and Seth took his place at the counter between them. "Now houseboy, it's time for more medicine," he announced. He pushed two of the capsules through the foil backing and handed them to Miz. "You may not use the restroom without my permission, is that understood?"
Obedient Miz swallowed the pills and nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"You're not to piss anywhere you shouldn't, and you will keep your pants dry."
"Yes Sir."
"Good, now eat your lunch. Dean's going to take a nap when we're done, and I want you to spot for me."
After lunch, Seth and his houseboy changed into shorts and t-shirts and went to the den. Master Seth made sure his houseboy stayed well-hydrated while he did the parts of his routine he didn't need spotting for. By the time Seth reclined on the weight bench, Miz had begun to fidget.
Seth began bench pressing. "Is there something you need, houseboy?"
Miz blushed. "I, um, I need the restroom, Sir," he admitted, and looked down at his feet. "But I can wait until you're through, Sir," he added, quickly.
"Sure about that?" Seth asked.
Miz nodded and shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Yes, Sir."
Seth shrugged and Miz continued to fidget off and on while he observed his master's workout. The longer it went on, the more frequent the spells of fidgeting became until he was pacing back and forth. Seth was distracted. He sat up and raised an eyebrow at Miz. "Would you like to ask me something, houseboy?"
"Yes, Sir. May I please use the restroom?" Miz asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.
"Didn't you say you could wait until I was through?"
"Yes, Sir, I did, but... Well, maybe if I sat down I could-"
"No, you gotta stay standing. Hand me my crutches."
Miz did, and Seth got up off the weight bench. His houseboy immediately sat down upon it, and grabbed his crotch. Seth gently slapped his hands. Miz whimpered and let go of his cock, gripping the edge of the bench hard, and rocking back and forth.
"Stand up," Seth ordered. "Straddle the bench. One leg on each side."
Miz obeyed, and again his hands went to the crotch of his black and gray nylon shorts. Again, Seth slapped his hands. "No," he said, firmly.
"But, Sir, I need to hold myself," his houseboy whined, and squirmed.
"Put your hands behind your back, boy."
Miz did, then whimpered, and grabbed his crotch again. Seth saw droplets of his houseboy's piss drip on to his weight bench, shiny black against matte black. "Do I need to tie your hands?"
"No, Sir! Please, Sir, let me go to the restroom, please!" Miz begged, as a few more droplets appeared on the bench and formed a small puddle. "I'm about to wet myself, Sir!"
Seth dipped his fingers in his houseboy's piss. "Looks like you already have, a little. You pissed on my weight bench." He let his hand travel up the leg of his houseboy's shorts. His sinewy legs were so strong and smooth, but they were wet, and quivering with the effort of trying not to piss. The crotch of his bikini briefs was hot and wet, Seth traced the outline of his semi-hard cock through the damp material.
"I'm sorry, Sir, I-" Miz's apology abruptly cut off as his bladder cut loose. A strong stream of piss poured directly through his briefs and into Master's groping hand. It flowed down his arm and splashed from his overflowing hand to rain on the weight bench, and pool on the floor.
"Sir, I-" Miz began again, when he stopped pissing.
"Shhh, houseboy. Accidents happen." Seth gave his cock one more gentle squeeze; it was fully hard now. "Time to get cleaned up."
Miz sank down to the bench and looked at him with stars in his eyes. "Yes, Sir, right away," he breathed.
"Oh, wait a minute. I was going to hit the head on my way to wake up Dean, but since you're already wet, I'll use you, instead." Seth smiled and lowered his shorts.
"Mmmmm...Sir..." Miz softly moaned in ecstasy while Seth sprayed him down with another hard stream from his half-hard cock.
"That's much better," Seth commented, as he casually stroked himself before putting it away.
"Um, Sir?"
Seth looked down at him. Even though he'd admitted he was turned on when Seth pissed on him, Miz was again blushing, and trying to hide his erection. "Yes, houseboy?"
"Is there anything else you want me to...um...take care of?" He nodded at his Master's tented shorts.
Seth chuckled, and caressed the bulge. "Not yet. Now go get cleaned up. We're going out to dinner at a nice restaurant tonight."
"Does that mean I'm on my own for dinner tonight, Sir?"
"Oh no, you're coming, too. I've made a reservation for six, so we'll have to leave by five-fifteen. Dress nice."
Seth left his houseboy and headed to the kitchen. He flipped the switch on the coffeemaker Dean had set up earlier and continued on to their bedroom. His lover was still asleep. Seth pulled off his sweaty clothes and slid under the covers beside him.
Beneath the silky sheets, Dean was only wearing briefs, red ones. His cock was a long, hot stone, and Seth caressed it. Precum wet the red briefs, and Dean sighed in his sleep. His arms automatically wrapped around Seth.
Seth continued to stroke and tease him until his briefs had a huge precum spot and Dean was grinding on him. He was still not awake. Seth used his free hand on himself, and slipped out of Dean's grasp to slip his cock from the y-front. He wrapped his lips around his boyfriend's hot cock and began to suck him off.
Dean cried out, and clumsily pulled on Seth's two-tone hair as he fucked his face, moaning louder and louder until hot spurts of cum began to fill Seth's throat. He thought Dean had to be awake after that, but once his cock had returned to normal, he suddenly gasped and sat up in bed, looking surprised.
"Whoa..." He lifted the covers, and looked. "Hmmm..."
"Something wrong, love?" Seth asked, and pressed his hard on into Dean's hip.
"I was having a really vivid, erotic dream...featuring us! I could've sworn I shot my load."
Seth grinned. "You did."
"Where?"
"My mouth."
Dean reached down to stroke the thing that was poking him. "Oh, Seth, you dirty little fucker, taking advantage of me in my sleep like that."
"You looked like you needed to cum."
"I did. I haven't cum since Sunday morning, with you. It wasn't quite intended, I came close a couple of times, but something always made me stop before I finished."
"I came in a pair of your briefs Monday night after I got home from the hospital. Miz knocked on my door when I was jacking off, and I realized it totally turned me on that he could be listening, so I didn't try to be quiet at all, I was loud as fuck, I roared!"
Dean snugged his lover close and smiled down at him with affection and love. "Want to get loud again?"
"Oh, yes, Dean. Make me get loud."
Dean slid down the bed and began working Seth's cock with his mouth, and rear with his fingers. He tickled the tight hole, and ran his tongue around the perfect pink glans. Seth seized double-handfuls of tousled dirty-blonde hair and cried out as his whole body and soul seemed to drop into his boyfriend's hand and mouth. Dean eased his fingers inside him, and took the entire length of him into his mouth. Seth let go and put on a vocal display of the pleasure his boyfriend was giving him that put his previous performance to shame. He was certain not only his houseboy, but also his neighbors, could hear him, and the bed was rocking, slamming against the wall as he rode Dean's fingers. When he came, he roared louder than Roman ever had.
The lovers snuggled together, happy and spent. Seth's phone whistled at him; a text. He looked, it was from his houseboy. May I please use the restroom, Sir?
"My houseboy needs a piss again," he informed Dean.
"Bet he does."
"Oh yeah. I made him drink two bottles of water and a Powerade while he was spotting me. I'm going to let him use the restroom this time," Seth decided, and replied, giving his consent.
"Awww." Dean pouted.
Seth shrugged. "I didn't piss myself every time I had that terrible, sudden urge to go. Sometimes I made it. The last two times he's needed to go, I've made him piss himself. I'm giving him a little break, this time, but I'm not through with him yet."