‘Hun, hun,’ Jake’s girlfriend Penny loudly whispered. ‘You’re using the wrong knife!’Jake looked dow

‘Hun, hun,’ Jake’s girlfriend Penny loudly whispered. ‘You’re using the wrong knife!’Jake looked down, the shining silverware blinding him, confused. There were five knives, how in the hell am I supposed to know which one? ‘It’s the one furthest out, the smaller one,’ she said, trying to smile warmly as her snooty parents glared with judgemental eyes. He gulped, already sweating nervously in his brand new black suit and tie, and tried to wipe away the evidence he used the wrong knife on the table cloth. Jake knew he was already screwing up. He knew his girlfriend came from money, but he had no idea it was like this. After coming to pick her up at her dad’s house on his motorcycle, the parents had tried everything they could to get her to break up with him. But Penny was a great girl, and stood by him, and promised her parents she would get him to be more refined. So that’s why they were here, at the infamous Choral Black And White Banquet. People would rock up in their finest at this old mansion and a choir of butlers would sing and serve the dinner. While Penny begged Jake to wear a bowtie, he refused as he thought he would look dorky. Black suit, black tie would do, right?Wrong. Every guy had one on. Two rows of men in tuxedos and women in long dresses, and he was the only one with a neck tie. He figured he’d made the effort.Jake couldn’t help but notice the chorus of nine butlers. Most of them around his age, some younger and some older. All looking buff, dressed in white tie. Their songs, some kind of choral classic stuff he had never heard of, were hypnotic in how well they blended together. He had to admit that it was something to see.‘You know, Jake is a very good singer!’ Penny eagerly told her parents. ‘Oh really?’ the dad said, peering over his glasses. ‘Do you know Berlioz’s Requiem?’‘No..,’ Jake said, taking a big swig of wine. ‘I just sing the odd rock song in the shower…’‘Well…,’ the father said, returning to disappointed silence. The awkwardness stung.‘Did I hear someone say something about a singer?’ a tall man said, almost out of nowhere. He wore a long black tailcoat matching the singing butlers but the rest was a tuxedo like the clientele. He had piercing eyes and a broad if clear French accent.‘Monsieur Dubois!’ Penny exclaimed. ‘Thank you Sir for having us at this wonderful soirée.’‘It is my pleasure,’ the man said, as he said his welcome to Penny’s parents.‘Now who is this new face? Is this the singer?’‘Haha…’ Jake kept playing with the cutlery, wishing he could just disappear.‘This is my partner, Jake,’ Penny said. ‘Have you given any thought to professional singing, Jake?’ Monsieur Dubois asked.Nobody would have noticed it. Nobody would have seen it. But this was the moment Jake lost. The second he looked back at the man’s face, it was like he stared into the darkest of tunnels. But there was no light at the end, no escape, it just kept going into the black.He blinked.‘No, I haven’t,’ Jake said.‘Well,’ the man said. ‘My troupe entertains at dinner parties and banquets all over the world. Would you like that? To be a part of my choir? To be like these boys you see before you?’Jake stayed silent.‘Why don’t you come with me for a little audition in between courses?’Penny looked ecstatic, showing off her boyfriend to her parents. ‘Oh yes! Yes! Monsieur Dubois’ choir is incredibly well renowned! You’d be absolutely perfect, Jake!’Monsieur Dubois smiled. ‘Even if you don’t get in, Jake. I think I have a spare bowtie in the back. Come along Monsieur.’With one fearful look at Penny’s encouraging face and her parents’ look of complete disinterest, Jake felt like he had no choice but to step away from that table.He followed Monsieur Dubois down the corridor, each step echoing in his mind, falling further down the tunnel. Finally, a door, and in he stepped into the middle of the room. Monsieur Dubois locked the door. Jake felt still, almost peaceful, like he had taken a pill to relax. Chilling on a wave of numbness. ‘Yes boy,’ the man said, his fake French accent disappearing. ‘It’s working, isn’t it? The growing need to submit? Falling ever deeper, breathing, surrendering yourself to the darkness. Let it happen. Fall deeper, boy. Let every shred of who you are, of who you’re meant to be, of dreams and hopes and fears and dreads disappear. Everything you cling to…release it into the ethers of the wind. No longer Jake, but a submissive, obedient servant. Choir boy #10. Yes, that’s your name now. No longer a person but a drone singing as I command, pleasuring me as I command, and serving as I say.’The boy listened.************‘You see, Mother, Jake does have promise! He does!’ Penny was saying. ‘Yes he’s going through a bit of a rebel phase, but would he have come to something like this if he didn’t want to impress you?’‘If you say so, dear,’ her mother said. She was always like this after three glasses of wine.************The boy is naked, his soft cock trembling at the cold his body doesn’t feel. He is singing. No words. Just sounds.The Master whispers behind him, fine-tuning him like an instrument. With a single gesture, a word, a murmur, the boy’s voice tweaks. And then he sings perfectly. The Master joins in. They sing in harmony.**********It’s after the fourth course, and the audience applauds as the choir of men sing a capella. Their voices, intertwining with one another, match perfectly. It’s incredible, and Penny and her family clap along with the other patrons of the banquet. What a rare sight to see. **********The boy knows he can hear commotion, he can hear song and applause, but his focus is on one thing.He is Choir boy #10, and he is on his knees pleasuring his Master. That’s his focus, that’s his drive, that’s his goal he needs to complete. He licks and sucks and swallows as ordered. He learns to serve. Shots of salty hot seed fall down his throat. And now to the next order.********Dessert was being served, and Penny had to admit she was getting worried. She glanced at the empty seat next to her.But she didn’t need to for long. It wasn’t too long before Monsieur Dubois appeared, as he noticed a guy trotting behind him with his hands behind his back. It was Jake! Like the men in the choir, he wore a white bowtie, a white waistcoat, a shirt with a wing tipped collar, black pressed trousers and shiny patent leather shoes. On top was a black tailcoat. ‘Thank you all for your joyous company this evening,’ he pronounced. ‘May I introduce the final number, as well as the newest member of the troupe! My choir is back at 10 stunning boys! Enjoy!’Penny tried to wave, proud as punch, as Jake joined the choir of boys to perform. And then they started to sing. Wow, she thought, she didn’t even know he knew that song!As the song ended, and her family finished the dessert, Penny kept trying to get Jake’s attention.‘Honey! Well done!’ she said, as Jake came over to them in his white tie uniform. ‘Don’t you look dapper?’‘Thank you Miss,’ he said, turning to address Penny’s father. ‘May I take your plates?’With a nod from the gentleman, the drone butler-servant-choir boy replied: ‘Thank you Sir.’The boy gathered the plates, stacking them like a professional, and disappeared into the long corridor never to be seen by Penny again.She tried to reach out to Monsieur Dubois afterwards, of course, but he told her Jake was too busy now being a part of his choir of butlers. He had found his place, he said, and was so happy to have found his place. -- source link

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