Terry's Good Family

Terry snuggled into his warm bed, contented that Natalie had told him what to do. A night of good rest was ahead of him, ensured by the fact that he was assured that sleeping was what he was supposed to do. That was one of the best parts of his life: Terry always knew that someone in his family would take care of him, would tell him what was needed. It gave him purpose, it gave him serenity.

Not that his instructions were always pleasant, nor was he entirely happy when he received them, despite the fact that he knew deep in his soul that following instructions would bring him fulfillment. Tabby, for example, had thrown him for a loop that week. Not only was she using him to raise money in an entirely unsavory manor, she informed him that he was now going to have to lose weight. Of course he would comply, he always did, but he hadn't been happy about it. Sure, he had put on a few pound in the past few years, and Natalie's clothes weren't fitting as well as they had when he was a younger man, but ever since Tim took over as Natalie's lover, Terry hadn't seen the value in staying as fit. Now that he'd had his marching orders, though, he didn't have a choice.

It was a good thing that he was in charge of cooking. He could customize the meal plans so that he could reduce his serving size and be calorie-wise, the way he had done back in the old days. It had certainly worked for him then, and it would work again. He lamented losing the sweets he had gotten used to eating, the evening snacks that were soothing after a long day of work. Tabby was right, though, that their little project would be more financially successful if he fit the clothes a bit better. Right now most of their viewers weren't big tippers; perhaps if it looked like Natalie's clothes were a better fit they could attract a more engaged audience, be taken a bit more seriously. As it was, Natalie wouldn't even let him wear her nice lingerie, since she was afraid he would stretch it out and make it less appealing when she wore it for Tim.

All tomorrow's problems, Terry told himself as he felt his muscles relax, his mind drifting off into a deep slumber. In darkness he rested, worries of life blown away with each soft snore he made curled up under his soft duvet. His dreams were calm, peaceful, images of the best parts of his life played for him again and again. The day his father gave him to Natalie. The day his children were born. The day Tim became a man and took over husbandly duties with Natalie. Even small events like a well cooked roast, earning praise from each family member, or making beds each morning before he left for work, his daughter smiling at him as she watched him take pride in his work. The good life he had earned him a good rest each night.

In the morning, Terry stretched and grinned. It was his favourite time of the day. Everyone would still be asleep, which would give him time to get himself ready, get his thoughts in order, and get breakfast on the table for everyone in time. It would be a busy day, lots of imports coming in that would need to be processed, a few new shipments coming in for Tim too, which would make him happy. Tabby planned that after dinner she would be filming Terry for their project. She had given him a script to memorize the day before, about fifteen minutes of dirty talk. The plan was for him to jack off one of his dildos on camera, using Tabby's script to talk his viewers through jacking themselves off. It was a good idea and Terry had to admit that he loved the idea of not having to decide what to say. Interacting with viewers was the most stressful part of their shows. Tabby picking his words made it a lot easier.

Having the family take care of him the way they did made his life so much easier, so much less stressful. He couldn't even imagine what life would be like if he was expected to made decisions, be responsible for choices that would have an impact on the world around him. The whole idea made him simultaneously feel nauseous and panicked. He shook his head. No use ruminating on ideas that wouldn't happen. His family loved him. They would always be there for him.

Take Tim, for example. When he turned eighteen and stepped into his role with Natalie, the way he should, becoming the focal point of all her affection and desire, Tim had accepted the responsibility without complaining once. The relief Terry had felt in knowing that someone would love Natalie in a way that she needed, that Terry's son would step in and take care of the family in a way he never could, had changed his whole life for the better. Gone were stressful evenings as he tried to find ways to please his wife. Gone was the worry that Natalie would wake up and realize that she was so much better than Terry, that she would walk out on their family forever. Tim could keep her around. He was an incredible man. Those sexy legs, those huge breasts, that sing-song voice, Terry had never met someone as manly as Tim before. How had he, being who he was, sired such a beast?!

Grabbing the change of clothes that Natalie had laid out for him the night before, a fresh pair of panties, an older blue blouse, and a long, loose fitting skirt, Terry headed to the washroom. The day would start soon, so no use dilly-dallying. Time to get ready so that he wasn't late for the rest of his responsibilities. How did he know? His family had told him what to do. They always took care of him.