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Subject: The contract Chapter 2 Remember to show your appreciation to Nifty. fty/ In the Spring of 2021 Michael was approaching 35, he had been looking for a new place to live, wanting a change after the confines of lockdown.and after weeks of unsuccessful looking almost decided to give up for a while and start over again in the summer. It was then he spotted an advert, a large double room in a large house, with a live in landlord. It sounded perfect. It promised sufficient privacy, but also someone to talk to when he felt sociable. James had advertised a spare room, as he thought having company in his house would be a nice idea. He had bought it some twenty years earlier with the man who would eventually be his husband. It was full of happy memories, tinged with the sadness that three years earlier James had been widowed. This had dashed their plans early retirement where they would spend half their time in London and half in Spain. However the insurance payout meant that James would never have to work again. After three years he was however lonely and decided to advertise for a tenant for one of his spare bedrooms. Although he was at first hesitant, the thirty minutes conversation James had with Michael , resulted in him offering the young man the room. He set out the rules. No smoking inside, no wild parties, and there was an expectation that they house be kept clean and tidy. Michael had no problems with that, he thought James was a bit odd, and his attempts at being authoritative did seem ineffective and an act. About six months in they had settled into some kind of system. James liked to cook and it wasn't long before he got in the habit of cooking for two, so Michael would have a hot meal when he returned from work. It wasn't too much of an extra effort and he liked the company that came when eating together. As this went on the food served up changed, James' favourite meals disagreed and replaced by those that were more to Michael's taste. It infuriated the older man when Michael would come in lates meaning that they were eating warmed up food, even though he could easily have karabağlar escort (https://www.izmirlitv.com/ad-category/karabaglar-escort/) gone ahead and eaten alone. One morning, when in the kitchen Michael downed his coffee. Chucking his cup in the sink, he commented on the pile of washing up that had accumulated since the day before. "Will all this be cleaned by the time I'm home?" It was in part a throwaway comment yet James felt guilty, and no sooner had Michael left he was filling the sink with hot water. Michael would regularly go out to the garden of an evening to smoke a cigarette. James was not best pleased but put up with it, and your used to the smell of smoke that wafted through into the kitchen if the wind came from the wrong direction. If he was honest it was also a good opportunity for him to observe the younger man through the kitchen window, as he went about cleaning up after dinner. After three days of almost incessant rain, James suggested that Michael should smoke inside, otherwise he'd catch a chill. A few days later a parcel arrived, some friends in America had send Michael a box full of cigars. That night in the lounge Michael lit one up and watched the TV, James 's attention was fixated on Michael, mesmerised by the growing length of ash, and the occasionally glow ing red as Michael inhaled. Cigars were one of the reasons that James had stipulated that there was to be no smoking in the house. His late husband was a cigar smoke. Seeing Michael casual blow out smoke as he did brought back memories, and made James realise how much he still missed him. Michael's daily regime involved him getting to the gym as soon as it opened, and then returning for a shower before starting his day in the office He liked teasing the older man , by wearing really short shorts, and taking off his trainers in the kitchen and inhaling them deeply. The way that James shuffled uncomfortably made him laugh. The last six months had gone really well for him, and he had begun to feel as if this was his home. There old man for some reason really seemed to get off on looking after him. The passive aggression bayındır escort (https://www.izmirlitv.com/ad-category/bayindir-escort/) for being late was well worth the bother of having his food cooked for him, He had somehow managed to get round the initial instance about clean and tidy, and realised after he jokingly ordered James to clean the kitchen that his landlord got off on cleaning after him He began to leave the bathroom in a state and by the time he was home in the even ing it was spotless. He was pleased now that autumn was approaching that he had subverted the non-smoking rules. All that remained was to figure out what the effect the cigars were having on the old man's advantage. One morning Michael had hurriedly had a piss before heading out to work, in his hurry he had left the seat down and pissed over the seat and floor of the bathroom. He was about to clean up when he thought fuck it James will clean it. He hurried out of the house and started heading to the bus stop. He realised that he had forgotten his phone. He quietly went back to the house and went up stairs to his room. As he did he had to pass the bathroom there on the floor oblivious to his return was James, licking up the piss with his tongue. It was clear that this was not the first time that this had been done. Michael didn't say anything but was excited at the possibilities this could bring. Every now and then he would deliberately piss on the floor of the bathroom, and three times out of five he would catch James on the floor drinking it as if it was water from a clear fresh water pool When it first happened James was annoyed, there was piss all over the toilet seat he grabbed a load of toilet paper to soak up the piss before flushing it away, it was annoying the third and fourth time too, then one morning after flushing the tissue away he smelt his hand, and was intoxicated by the scent of the young man's piss. A few days later he dipped his finger in the pool of piss and sucked it. His dick went hard, he dipped his finger again. By the end of the week he was licking piss of the toilet seat, not only in the narlıdere escort (https://www.izmirlitv.com/ad-category/izmir-narlidere-escort/) morning but whenever Michael went to the toilet. The morning that he entered and found pool of it on the floor for the first time reduced him to a stage of ecstasy. A month or so after this discovery Michael realised that some of his underwear had gone missing, socks, underpants and jock strap. Perhaps they'd got mixed up with Jame's he thought , or he'd left the jock in the gym. A week or so later the missing underwear had reappeared cleaned , and ironed amongst his washing, only for more of his dirty ones to have disappeared. This went on for a few weeks and was puzzling him, was he being gaslit, or was he genuinely forgetful. James was out for the day, and Michael took the opportunity to go into his landlords room. It was one of the tidiest rooms in the house, but thereon the pillow was a bright yellow jock strap and one of his gym socks. He picked them and quickly dropped them again, they stank, not of his sweet but stale cum. James was obviously wanking off to his sweat. Michael's cock hardened at the thought, "The filthy pervert. " James was oblivious to what was happening , and was on a train to visit the coast. It was a bittersweet day, as it was one of the key anniversaries of his time with his late husband. He reached into his bag and pulled out a sock and inhaled deeply. He thought back to the times when he would worship his husbands feet, and how much the latter would enjoy pressing his bare foot onto James face. As well as his husband he had also been his Master, and James missed that sense of submission. Michael and James's paths did not cross for a couple of days, as Michael was working late and was unlikely to be home for dinner, and the one night that he was James was himself out. It was then that Michael had an idea. He decided to go for a few drinks, but first a shower. He left his sweaty underpants on the floor of the bathroom and purposely left a puddle of piss. He then went out and wondered what the rest of the night would bring. It was about 11 pm when Michael returned home. The lights were off except for the one in James's bedroom and the bathroom. He quietly walked in and crept upstairs. There in the bathroom James was kneeling the puddle of piss was still evident, James had the underpants over his mouth, He was wanking furiously. After a minute or so Michael spoke. "Are you going to lick that piss up or not?'