The House Boy Ch. 2

Everyone seems to be a big fan of Austin! Here's the next part of his tale.

Thanks again to @jamesdavis for commissioning it. I'm really enjoying writing it!

The House Boy

Nine Months Ago…

Austin aced his "interview," if it could even have been called that. He and Shane mostly just talked and got to know each other before he was offered the job on the spot. As soon as he signed his contract, Austin was told he could move in and start working as soon as he wanted, but the sooner the better. The eighteen year old was all for that.

Austin returned home and told his parents of his change of plans. They weren't happy about it but they had agreed to let him have a gap year and legally, he was an "adult" now, so there wasn't much they could do. Not that he wouldn't have had he not received it, but as soon as Austin had their "OK," he started packing his stuff. He and James both ended up moving into the frat house by the end of the week.

What his brother had heard ended up being correct: the House Boy's room was in fact the biggest in the house… It was almost twice the size of Austin's room back home, and came equipped with a brand new, adjustable, king sized bed. He was stoked… He planned on having some serious fun with the ladies in the room and bed that now belonged to him.

All the brothers (including his biological one) were unexpectedly nice and accommodating upon his arrival. They helped him move, settle in, and adjust to his new role. Everyone was patient and uncharacteristically kind as Austin learned his new duties and expectations (all the ones he knew about, anyway…) In short, everything went great. Better than the new House Boy had hoped or anticipated.

A week to the day after having moved in, Austin learned he'd booked his second official modeling gig. Some male swimwear designer had seen pictures he'd posted of himself online, and had handpicked the eighteen year old for his handsome but youthful look and killer body. The designer thought the well (almost overly) developed teen would look incredible in some of his more skimpy designs, which luckily enough for everyone, ended up being the case.

But before that happened, so new to his role, Austin worried about already asking to take time off. When he nervously did, ready to be told no, much to his surprise and relief, Shane readily granted his request. The frat present even drove him to the airport on Friday morning, and was there to pick him up when he got back early Sunday afternoon. As they made their way back to the house (or so Austin thought) Shane asked him how the shoot went?

"It went…" Austin started then paused, trying to decide what and how much he wanted to say? "Good… Not exactly how I was expecting, but good, including the pay!" He concluded with a smirk and a chuckle.

"How was it different from what you were expecting?" Shane asked.

"Well, I was expecting to wear a little more than I did!" The eighteen year old laughed.

"Wasn't it a swimwear shoot?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "But nothing I ended up wearing seemed to be designed for swimming!"

"No?"

"No!" Austin shook his head. "The stuff they put me in seemed to be designed more to…" he paused. "Show off, I guess you could say?"

"Oh?"

He nodded. "It didn't bother me, but obviously, the stuff I modeled was designed for gay guys," he explained. "For them to wear why they stand or lounge poolside or at the beach."

"So more form over function, huh?" Shane chuckled.

"I dunno… I'd say the stuff fulfilled its intended function!"

"Interesting… Got any pics?"

Austin nodded as he unlocked his phone. "I snuck a couple shots of the proofs off one of the monitors."

"Sneaky… Lemme see," Shane requested.

"Alright…" the eighteen year old sighed as he pulled of the first picture of a picture he'd taken. "Fair warning… I'm like almost entirely…"

Before he could finish, Shane grabbed his phone. As soon as the present saw the image on the screen, he almost drove off the side of the road, earning himself a series of honks from the guy behind them.

"Holy shit, dude!" He shouted as he hurriedly brought the car back under control, then went right back to staring at the pic. "You're practically naked!"

"That's what I was gonna say…"

"Are you wearing a fucking thong?!"

"That was a bikini brief, it was just really small."

"That and I never noticed the badonk you got! Your ass is eatin' that thing up!" Shane noted with a grunt and a shake of his head, now doing slightly better at keeping an eye on the road and the car on its intended path. "Your body is fuckin' insane, man! Is that a damn eight pack?!" He asked as he brought Austin's phone closer to his face.

"It is…" the eighteen year old confirmed with a chuckle. "Took and take a lotta work to get and keep it."

"I could tell when I first saw you that you were in good shape, but now that I've seen you almost naked, I know why you spend so much time in the gym!" Shane grunted again. "You sure you and James are related?!"

"Unfortunately!" Austin laughed, not knowing that very soon, he'd very seriously mean that.

"Those, um… bikini briefs are pretty damn skimpy, but you're seriously spillin' outta them!" The President said as he handed the House Boy his phone back. "Front and back! I'm not gay, but I'm impressed!"

Austin had heard nothing but compliments over the course of his working weekend, but it was still nice to hear more. "Ha… thanks. I was just naturally blessed up front, but the back takes work!" He shared with a grunt and a shake of his head. "Let's just say, I never skip leg day!"

"No fuckin' shit!" The President grunted back. "That'll come in handy."

"What will?"

"All that lower body strength," he replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Shit… Just all your strength in general!"

"Why? Does your new House Boy have some heavy lifting in his future?" Austin laughed, chuckling at having referred to himself in his new role.

"Somethin' like that," Shane somewhat cryptically replied as he took a left instead of a right, leading them away from the house.

"Someone need help moving?"

He shook his head. "Now that you and James moved in, we're at capacity. Well, almost…"

Austin nodded back. "Are we getting new furniture?"

"Do you think we need it?"

"No. From what I've seen so far, everything's in great shape. Surprisingly so," he nodded again. "I was expecting the house and everything in it to be a little more…"

"Dirty, worn and torn?" Shane guessed.

"Basically."

"We take very good care of our stuff. Well, Dante did, and made sure we did too."

"Who's Dante?"

"Our old House Boy."

"Oh… I guess that means I have some big shoes to fill then, huh?" The new House Boy asked with a laugh and a smile.

"Very much so," Shane nodded. "And you're about to start now…" he said as he turned into the parking lot of a large office building.

"What's this?" Austin asked as he looked up at it through the windshield.

"The doctor's office."

"You have an appointment?"

"Not me!" Sigma Phi Epsilon's President laughed. "You do!"

"I do?" Austin frowned. "But this isn't my doctor's office and I don't need to see one anyway. I'm not sick," he shook his head.

"I never said you were, did I?" Shane laughed again. "Come on… Don't tell me you thought we were gonna get you pregnant the old-fashioned way?!"

"Get me pregnant?!" Austin replied, frowning harder.

"Yeah…"

"Why would I get pregnant?"

Shane didn't answer till he'd found a spot, pulled into it, put the car and park, and then just stared at Austin for several silent seconds. "What do you mean, why would you get pregnant?" He eventually asked.

Austin stared right back at him, blinking repeatedly as he did. This had to be a prank… Some sort of hazing ritual or something? Shane seemed serious, but he couldn't be.

"I mean, why would I get pregnant?" He reiterated with an anxious laugh. "I'm only eighteen, I'm straight, and…" he paused to shake his head. "Just why?!"

Upon hearing and seeing his newest House Boy's response, it was Shane's turn to get in on the dumb-founded blinking and staring, which he did for several seconds before finally asking, "Are you being serious?"

"No fuckin' cap, Shane! Are you?!" Austin shouted back.

Bigger, bulkier body still angled at him, Shane leaned back against his door and crossed his arms over his chest. He was bigger than Austin, but in a more meaty way… He too frequented the gym, but obviously also the bar and/or keggers.

"Fuckin' shit… Did James not tell you?"

"Tell me what?!"

"Christ…" he sighed as he shook his head. "Pretty fuckin' sure I know the answer, but did you actually read your contract before signing it?!"

Austin scoffed. "You were there! You were the one I handed it back to five seconds later, after I signed it, so what do you think?!"

"Christ on a fuckin' cracker…" Shane exhaled as he shook his head some more. He reached out and grabbed his phone from the center console, unlocked it, pressed the screen a few times and then raised it to his right ear. "Somehow, I had a feeling this was gonna happen…" he groaned.

"What would?! Who are you calling?!"

"Isaac," he replied flatly. "And your brother…" flatter still.

"What didn't James tell…"

"Ike! Listen to me…" Shane cut him off as he raised his left hand.

If Austin thought he'd been serious before (which he had been) he'd been wrong.

"I need you to send me a copy of Austin's contract right now," he instructed, then waited a few seconds for Isaac's reply, which he obviously didn't like 'cause he cut him off again. "I don't fucking care what or who you're doing! Now! And find James!" He shouted. "Yes, also NOW!"

A few minutes later, after Isaac located him, Austin's brother joined the call via speaker. "I just sent you the doc," Sigma Phi Epsilon's Treasurer told their President.

"Which page is it?" Shane immediately asked.

"Which page is…"

"IT!!! YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!" He roared, making Austin cower back some in his seat.

"Two! Page two!"

"You there, James?" Shane asked as he opened the document and thumbed his screen till he reached the second page. "You fuckin' better be…"

"Yeah…" James replied, sounding uncharacteristically nervous. "I… I'm here."

"Do you have your brother's contract in front of you?"

"One… one sec…"

"Hurry. The. FUCK. Up…" Shane growled.

"OK, I've got it!"

"Now go to page two, and start fucking reading…"

"D-d-doing that now…"

"OUTLOUD, YOU FUCKTARD!" He bellowed.

"Herein, Austin Davis, Sigma Phi…"

"Skip to the carrying clause, which YOU didn't mention to him, and your IDIOT brother evidently didn't bother to read!"

James didn't immediately reply. He spent the next few seconds repeatedly coughing and clearing his throat before slowly reading aloud "the carrying clause" he had in fact "failed" to mention to Austin, who'd failed to read it. To be fair, the younger Davis brother hadn't read his contract altogether.

"Sigma Phi Epsilon House Boy, Austin Davis, hereby agrees under penalty of breach of employment contract, to be impregnated with, and carry to term, no fewer than three children biologically belonging to designated Sigma Phi Epsilon alumni and their partners, if applicable."

At this point, James paused. Too long for Shane's liking, who screamed at him to continue.

"Austin Davis hereby agrees under penalty of breach of employment contract, to participate in any and all necessary medical exams and treatments, as directed by Sigma Phi Epsilon's appointed physician, as well as any other additional duties assigned by the President. ANY…" James emphasized. "Breach of contract will result in the immediate termination of employment, the forfeiture of agreed compensation, and the uncontested, immediate collection in full of one-million dollars paid to Sigma Phi Epsilon."

Once James finished, silence reigned on either end of the call for several seconds before Shane asked, "Any questions for me or your brother, House Boy?" His eyes were trained on Austin who by then, had lost all color and looked like he was going to be sick.

He had so many, yet he couldn't verbalize even one. Austin couldn't say anything, mind racing, heart suddenly pounding as he sat there wide-eyed, just staring back at Shane.

What the fuck had he agreed to?! What the fuck had James gotten him into?! Why the fuck did the House Boy HAVE to get pregnant with MULTIPLE babies belonging to alumni?!  What kind of fraternity was this?!

Everything was all suddenly so crazy, Austin didn't know where to even begin, so he just sat there in shock and petrified silence till Shane ended the call and said it was time to go inside for his appointment. Austin's insemination appointment…

Now…

Austin fought not to gag as he eyed Shane's cock and fortunately, he succeeded. None of the guys liked it when he came across disgusted or revolted. It wasn't the sight of Shane or any of the other guys' members that made him sick, anymore, anyway… He'd also gotten used to the way having a cock in his mouth felt and tasted; it was the aroma he often still had an issue with, his pregnancy-enhanced sense of smell certainly not helping.

Very rarely did the House Boy "luck out" and get to suck a freshly cleaned cock. More often than not, whoever wanted a blowjob was fresh from the gym or some form of sports practice. That or like now, they'd recently woken following a night of partying, drinking and maybe if they were lucky: having sex; any and all of which left them less than "fresh."

Shane was still wearing the boxers he'd passed out in the night before, which were the ones he'd worn all day, doing God knows what in… As he watched his personally selected House Boy's slow, ponderous approach, he lifted his hairy, beefy ass off his chair and worked his boxers down his thighs before letting them drop around his ankles, finally allowing his package to breathe. As a result, Austin got a huge, unwanted whiff of it as he awkwardly lowered himself closer to it, unfortunately knowing quite well by then what to do next.

The now stupidly pregnant and busty eighteen year old had given more blowjobs and swallowed more loads than he could count anymore. Since he started "working" at the frat, Austin had gone from a virgin male cunnilingus giver, to a cocksucking pro, as giving head on demand ended up being one of the "any other additional duties assigned by the President" he had no choice but to perform (again and again again) after having blindly signed just about all his rights away. After signing away life as he'd known it, that's for damn sure…

Even though he increasingly had to remind himself he still was one (forget about him being straight,) as a guy, Austin knew what felt good… Having received head (from girls) many times himself, he knew how and where to lick, kiss, suck, squeeze and sometimes even nibble. He also knew what he would've liked having done, such as his balls getting more attention (kissed, licked, fondled and squeezed) so eventually, after very begrudgingly coming to terms with yet another unpleasant aspect of his shitty predicament, Austin incorporated stuff like that into his "act" as well.

As a result, even though he certainly hadn't meant to, he'd gone above and beyond his "brothers'" expectations. Not to discount Dante, the House Boy he'd replaced or anyone else, but Austin wasn't just another cum dump/warm, wet mouth to unload their copious, youthful loads in; he was a good one. Everyone he gave one (or more; just about ALWAYS more) to, quickly (oftentimes, literally) reached the same consensus: Austin gave the best blowjobs.

As a very attractive, wannabe model, he was used to getting compliments about his looks, not his cocksucking prowess… Strangely enough, as a young, cocky male, a compliment was still a compliment, and Austin liked knowing he was good at something, even if said something initially (and still often did) made him want to hurl. Not long ago in the grand scheme of things (and yet somehow, seemingly in another life) Austin never thought he'd have to take one, let alone many dicks and loads down his throat and become "the best" at it, and yet he had. Thanks a fucking lot, James!

The so-called "compliments" Austin received from the guys didn't end there, but more on them later… What did end was his actual brother being around when most of them were delivered. It was one thing for James to watch his brother blow up with other men's babies, it was another to watch him blow other men, speaking of which…

Seeing as Austin had "provided his services" to the fraternity President more times than he cared to think about, he was (unfortunately) quite familiar with what Shane (and he in turn) was working with. As soon as he was situated between his spread, meaty and hairy thighs, the House Boy noted how full Shane's nuts were… His cock might've left some to be desired in length (to some,) it was thick. It was the President's balls that someone might choose to write home about if they were into such things because when they were full (which was rare) they were huge.

Presently, each was nearly the size of an egg and hung heavy at the bottom of Shane's loose scrotum. Whatever the President had done (or tried to) the night before, obviously hadn't resulted in their release, meaning Austin was in for it. It being another likely massive load down his throat. Yay…

"Hope you're hungry, pretty boy…" Shane sneered down at him as he leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head, eager for his latest blowjob, even if it was from a guy and being performed in front of several of his bros.

As he reached out to take hold of Shane's dick with his left hand, the ever-obedient House Boy braced himself with his right on the President's hairy thigh. Austin sighed and rolled his eyes as he craned his neck forward, having to lean way in over his belly and tits. Doing so really squished the bloated upper orbs together under his tank top, giving Shane some seriously deep and delicious cleavage to look at. Deep and delicious as it was, it wasn't enough…

"Hold on…" he said as he suddenly leaned forward and dropped his elbows to his thighs, his semi-hard, squatty dick moving back out of Austin's reach as it rolled atop his fat balls. "Lean back and put your arms up…" he said as he reached out.

Austin assumed Shane's hands were headed to squeeze, grab and otherwise play with his tits since that had come to be a common occurrence too, but no. Oh, that was coming, just not yet…Before the President or any of the other guys had some of the milky fun Austin hoped they'd bypass that morning, once he'd leaned back and obediently raised his hands over his head, Shane (mostly) bypassed his boobs for the time being, reached under them and grabbed the bunched up hem of his tank.

"Woohoo! Titty time!" Isaac shouted as he returned from the kitchen with the juice (minus the cranberry) and syrup.

"Titty time!" All the other guys echoed in a deep, booming chorus as they slammed their fists against the table, making all the dishes, cups and silverware rattle, in turn making a bigger mess for their House Boy to clean up later, but they didn't care.

More hoots and hollers followed as Shane tossed the tank aside, well out of its owner's now limited reach. Since "titty time:" the time when his tits were out in the open and therefore subject to extra additional attention and harassment, now happened more often than not, Austin hadn't bothered putting on a bra yet, leaving him once again, nearly naked.

At least with Shane's nuts so obviously full, his latest blowjob probably wouldn't take too long, so long as "titty time" didn't get too out of hand like it sometimes did, keeping him from performing his now expert-level mouth magic to his fullest till it'd calmed down… Austin really hoped that wouldn't happen now because his knees were already killing him being his bloated body's main points of support. Being this pregnant was seriously no joke.

"Me first!" Isaac said as he set his kitchen haul down on the table. "Since you didn't have any cranberry juice for me…" he stressed again as he eyed Austin, specifically, his breasts. "I guess some farm-fresh milk will have to do!" He finished, clapping and rubbing his hands together and licking his lips as he approached.

"No. Me first," Shane corrected as he reached down and out and took one of Austin's fat tits in each hand.

The frat President's hands were large. Big as they were, his palms were filled as he worked his hands under them and cupped Austin's mounds. Slowly, he raised them, gauging their heft.

"Feels and looks like you didn't get drained last night either, pretty boy…" he noted as he gently jiggled them in his hands, eyes lasering in on Austin's thick and prominent nips.

"Fuckin' bigger than my girl's!" Thomas commented through another mouthful. "Way bigger!"

"They're even bigger than yours!" Isaac teased the overweight brother.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Boys…" Shane said as he continued fondling Austin's chest.

Tits, especially big ones like his, were unsurprisingly one of the President's favorite things. He moved his thumbs, working them out from under the warm, heavy, bloated swells up to their fronts, pressing against the bulging flesh till the tips of them reached Austin's nubs, which he quickly circled and teased, causing their engorged owner to moan.

Shane was right… It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out but Austin hadn't been drained so he, meaning his huge tits, were indeed full. He hadn't been "milked" in over a day, which he considered a blessing and a curse…

Having some of the milk his own fucking body had made, did relieve some of the pressure the House Boy was now constantly under, but not only was the process (additionally) demoralizing, it only encouraged the production of more. In what he'd intended to be a kind gesture, James gave his younger brother a "heavy-duty" breast pump, specifically designed to handle the large volume of milk the younger Davis brother's head-sized tits were capable of producing. Austin didn't use the gift, let alone thank his brother for it…

Had James included the receipt, Austin would've returned the pump for the money, any "relief" it was meant to provide, not worth it thanks to its giver. Seriously, fuck James for thinking anything he did now might help in any way. It fucking wouldn't.

It couldn't after what'd happened, his little brother being reduced to some overburdened breeder/plaything, though "little" and "reduced" were hardly the correct adjectives… Austin was huge… A severely bloated, overburdened caricature of his former self. After this, he knew he could kiss any hope he still had of becoming a successful model goodbye. He hated to admit it, but he was finally coming to terms with his life never being the same as it was, never being what he'd hoped it would be, thanks to his brother.

Speaking of "brothers…"

"Enough lollygaggin'..." Shane said as he reached between his legs and fisted his balls together into one really huge mass. "Kiss 'em… Thank 'em for the meal they're about to give you…"

As he leaned forward to do as requested, Austin closed his eyes and took in a breath, making sure to do so through his mouth so he wouldn't have to get another whiff of the President's funky manhood. He was starting to lean in again when Isaac suddenly dropped down to the floor to his left.

"Titty time!" The Treasurer said again as he snuggled up on his side closer to Austin's belly and then leaned against it, not caring about how much weight or pressure he put on it.

Concentration broken, Austin opened his eyes and looked down and over, watching as Isaac finished "getting comfortable" against him. Once he had, he reached up and out with both hands and grabbed the House Boy's left breast. He wasn't gentle, causing Austin to grunt.

"Fuck!" He huffed as a couple of the babies situated on the left side of his giant pregnancy shifted and pushed back against Isaac's heavy head. The Treasurer remained undeterred.

"Bottoms up!" He grinned and licked his lips before craning his neck forward and opening his mouth.

To reduce his own efforts and strain, Isaac tightened his two-handed grip on Austin's tit, trying to get his thumbs to meet under it and his pointer and middle fingers at the top. He didn't quite succeed but the added, uncomfortable pressure caused the House Boy's engorged breast to bulge out more, allowing the Treasurer's lips to latch onto his large, primed nipple without further adjustment. Austin half moaned, half groaned as Isaac took his first strong drag (of this session) and his milk started to flow.

"Alright, come on, Milk Man…" Shane said, using his other nickname for Austin. "It might be titty time, but it's also kissy, sucky time, so get goin'!" He said as he wagged his bulging, tightly fisted scrotum in front of the House Boy's face a few times before slapping it against his left cheek to get him to turn and face forward.

After refilling his cramped lungs through his mouth, Austin finally set to work as Isaac sucked away like a truly overgrown baby. Not all that long ago, the eighteen year old had never really thought about breastfeeding at all… Yeah, he wondered what breast milk tasted like and if he'd ever try his potential, future wife's if and when she ever got pregnant, but he never imagined he'd have milk he could try, which he didn't… He never imagined another man would be feeding from him but now, they frequently did.

Something Austin did think a lot about now and in the past, were balls. Previously, he'd only been concerned about his own whereas now, they'd been all but forgotten, all his time and efforts consumed by those belonging to others. Whenever he saw another guy's nuts, he'd come to study them… Visually assess how full they were and predict how much they'd soon be sending down his throat or onto his belly and breasts. As he kissed and licked at Shane's he knew he was going to get a lot.

Austin grunted against the flesh pressing against his lips when his right breast was suddenly slapped. Turning his gaze but keeping his mouth at work, he saw Jamal, who held a distinct honor when it came to Austin (but more on that later) had crouched on the floor to his right. The tall, undeniably handsome African American smirked down at him as he moved his left hand back to Austin's still jiggling boob. The House Boy thought he was going to smack it some more, but no… Instead, Jamal made a pinching motion with his fingers as they honed in on his distended, free (for the time being) nipple.

"Just need some cream for my coffee…" he shrugged his broad shoulders as he began to squeeze, just behind the nub, causing the House Boy's breast to undulate like a cow's udder as he moved his clenched fingers forward and back, holding his coffee mug below and in front of the already dribbling source.

"Open up…" Shane said, reminding the House Boy of his first and foremost duty. The one he had to consciously perform, his milking being handled by the other bros.

Austin opened his mouth and waited. After shifting in his chair, the President replaced his nuts with this head of his now hard dick. Somewhat distracted, Austin forgot to breathe in through his mouth, so he tasted and smelled everything. Well almost everything. He would soon enough.

Quickly, he fell into his well-trained rhythm, neck bobbing back and forth, cheeks moving in and out as he swirled his tongue around Shane, actually trying to coax him to climax so he could swallow his sure to be giant load and he could be done. Good news was, Shane never asked for an encore, but that didn't mean one of the other guys wouldn't want a performance of their own…

His current and hopefully only oral magic performance of the morning forced Jamal and Ike to adjust their positioning. Isaac pressed his head harder against Austin's belly, forcing a muffled grunt from his filled (and soon-to-be more so) mouth and Jamal had to pull his right breast more to the side and reangle his nipple which released a small but steady stream of milk with each tug. Jamal liked his milk with lots of cream, so he still had a ways to go.

Shane however, did not. As Austin predicted, it didn't take long for him to bust… He hadn't been sucking the President off for more than a minute when all of a sudden, he let out a deep grunt as he quickly reached down and clamped his large hands down on the back of the House Boy's head, holding it firmly in place as he started to thrust and release. His first two spurts flooded Austin's mouth, his cheeks both bulging out with the load before he reluctantly swallowed. He'd no sooner cleared his mouth when more of Shane's hot seed refilled it.

As he was filling, Austin was also releasing. By then, milk was freely flowing from both of his nipples, Isaac chugging away from his left tit, Jamal filling his mug from his right by milking him like a cow. Humiliating as all this was, Austin had gotten used to it. Believe it or not (which he still often didn't,) this was his life now.

Isaac finally got his fill and released Austin's nipple from his mouth with an audible pop. "Ahh…" he sighed as he wiped his lips and sat up. "That hit the spot!" He smiled as he gave the House Boy's still huge and quite full breast a series of pats to express his thanks. Austin couldn't tell him he was welcome since he was still trying to keep up with Shane's seemingly endless load.

On his other bloated side, Jamal had finally collected enough "fresh cream" in his mug. It was so full, he'd only be able to add a splash of coffee to it, but that's how he'd come to most enjoy his morning cup of Joe. He too gave the breast he'd taken from several pats before standing and stepping away.

As soon as he had, somehow still shooting, Shane pushed back and stood as well. After his cock popped from Austin's mouth, he fisted it in his right hand and aimed it at the House Boy's heaving, dribbling rack. His first few shots missed, nailing Austin in the face. His last few, still copious shots hit their mark, landing right between the House Boy's breasts and started running down his cleavage.

"Good job, Milk Man," he commended as he squeezed his notably smaller nuts back together. "Now give 'em another kiss and say thank you…" he said as he wagged them in front of Austin's face.

Cum dripping down his face and breasts, the House Boy once again leaned forward and kissed the king's family jewels. "Thank you for the…"

"Good enough," Shane cut him off as he shuffled to the side, boxers down around his ankles. "Now clean up. Yourself, the kitchen and the table," he said as he kicked the boxers off and walked out of the dining room, shortly followed by everyone else.

Apparently, the show was over. No one was interested in continuing it, for which Austin was grateful. He would've been even more grateful had someone, anyone stuck around to help him back up, but unsurprisingly, they hadn't.