sal ganuth

Kevin hadn’t read the job advert carefully. He hadn’t listened to the guy who interviewed him either. He’d accepted the job, signed on the dotted line, and then had been surprised when told to strip.
“What do you mean, strip?”
“You signed up to be my houseboi for six months. Now strip, boi!”
“What? There must be some mistake.”
Waving the papers, “No mistake, boi, now strip.”
That was a week ago. Kevin’s now used to doing the house chores bare assed naked. He’s just getting things ready to serve dinner to his master and his guests. Naked, of course.