cleaning man

The old man, Mr. Castlegate, had always been a peculiar character. His house was a cluttered mess of newspapers and dusty knick-knacks. Yet, as strange as his living conditions were, it was his insistence on James's nudity that had James questioning his sanity. Mr. Castlegate claim to suffers from a syndrome classified as acute paranoia. This drives him to meticulously check every person who visits him, of which there obviously are none, in search of hidden weapons or dangerous objects. James, volunteering to clean his house, must undergo thorough inspections beforehand and a one-time inspection afterward in case he succumbed to the temptation of hiding some stolen object in his body and working completely nude. It had started as a simple request, a way to ensure James was taking his job seriously, but it had quickly spiraled into a daily ritual of humiliation.

As James approached the ramshackle house he knew what was coming—the inspections, the lewd comments, the way Mr. Castlegate' eyes would roam over his body like a hungry predator. He took a deep breath and steeled himself for the evening ahead.

Mr. Castlegate was already waiting at the door, his beady eyes lighting up at the sight of James's nakedness. "Ah, my dear boy," he cackled, his leathery hand patting James's firm ass. "You're looking well-used."

James cringed but said nothing, stepping inside the cluttered house. The smell of old books and dusty furniture was a stark contrast to the sterile, open air of the quarry. The old man's eyes roved over James's body, taking in every detail of the young man's sculpted form, his gaze lingering on the still-raw welts from the strap.

"Looks like you had a productive day at the quarry," Mr. Castlegate said, his voice wheezing with what could have been excitement or just his usual asthmatic rasp.

James nodded, his eyes downcast. "Yes, sir," he murmured. The old man's gaze lingered on James's erect cock, which hadn't wilted since the punishment.

"I see you're still...ready for action," Mr. Castellanos said, his tone a mix of amusement and hunger. "Let's get started, shall we?"

James nodded, his body tensing as Mr. Castlegate closed the door behind them. The old man shuffled closer, his eyes gleaming in the dim light of the dusty lamp that cast eerie shadows across the room. The first part of the evening ritual was always the same—a meticulous inspection to ensure James had not brought any contraband from the quarry.

Mr. Castlegate approached him with a gleeful expression, his gnarled hands reaching out to begin the unwelcome exploration. The old man's touch was cold and clammy. He **** himself to remain still as those hands roamed over his broad chest, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles before moving lower.

"Spread your legs," the old man ordered, his voice thick with anticipation. James complied, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and something else—something he didn't dare acknowledge.

Mr. Castlegate gnarled fingers danced over James's inner thighs, his nails lightly scraping the sensitive flesh as he made his way to the center of James's body. The room was silent except for the rustle of newspaper and the wheeze of Mr. Castlegate' breathing, which grew heavier with each passing second.

"Turn around," he instructed, his voice a gravelly whisper. James complied, his cock bobbing slightly as he presented his backside to the old man. Mr. Castlegate' eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of James's ass, the red welts standing out starkly against the pale skin. He reached out a trembling hand, tracing one of the longer marks with the tip of his index finger.

"You've been a very naughty boy, haven't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Let's make sure you're not hiding anything...naughty."

The old man's grip tightened on James's waist, his breath hot and heavy on the back of James's neck. James felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine as Mr. Castlegate's fingers began to explore the tender flesh of his buttocks, pressing and kneading the sensitive skin. The man's touch was surprisingly firm for his age, his fingertips digging into the muscle as if searching for some hidden treasure.

"Open up," Mr. Castlegate said, his voice a low growl. James's cheeks burned.He took a deep breath and pushed his legs apart, bending slightly to give the old man better access to his most private area.

Mr. Castlegate's eyes narrowed as he leaned in, his breath hot against James's skin. He took his time, his fingertips tracing the crevice between James's cheeks, his nails scraping gently against the sensitive flesh. James's anus clenched instinctively, a reflex that was met with a firm pinch. "Relax," the old man murmured, his voice almost soothing despite the situation. "Let me make sure you're not hiding anything...interesting."

James bit his lip, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the old man's fingers probing his most intimate area. He knew this was part of the deal, part of the price he paid for the extra cash. But as the moments stretched on, the line between humiliation and arousal grew thinner. He could feel his cock growing harder, his body responding in a way that was both confusing and exhilarating.

Mr. Castlegate's grip tightened on James's hips as his index finger began to circle the puckered ring of his anus, pressing slightly before retreating. "Spread wider," he instructed, his voice gruff with excitement. "Let me see all of you."

James complied, his legs trembling as he felt the old man's finger breach the tight opening, sliding in with surprising ease.

"You're so tight," Mr. Castlegate murmured, his voice thick with want.

James remained still, the old man's finger still buried inside him. He could feel his body betraying him, his cock pulsing with each shallow thrust of Mr. Castlegate's digit.

Finally, the inspection concluded, Mr. Castellanos withdrew his finger with an audible pop, leaving James's body feeling strangely empty. "You're clear," he said, his voice a low purr. "Now, let's get to work."

The old man's eyes twinkled with a malicious glee as he handed James a feather duster. "I want you to start with the vents," he instructed, his eyes lingering on the young man's erect cock. "Make sure to get up high, show me how flexible you are."

James took the duster, his heart racing. He knew what was coming, had experienced it every day after school for the past few weeks. The thrill of being so exposed, so **** in front of the old man was something he hadn't anticipated when he'd taken the job. Yet here he was, naked and hard, about to bend over and clean the vents with nothing but a thin layer of dust between his bare skin and the grates.

He began at the base, his muscles flexing as he reached up, the dust tickling his skin. Each time he bent over, his ass cheeks parted, giving Mr. Castlegate an unobstructed view of his tight, pink hole. The old man's eyes followed his every move, a hunger in them that made James's stomach flutter. He tried to ignore the lecherous gaze, focusing instead on the task at hand.

"Higher," Mr. Castlegate urged, his voice a raspy growl. "I want to see those muscles stretch."

James's body responded almost against his will, his arm reaching up to swipe at the cobwebs clinging to the vent grate. His back arched, his abs contracting as he stretched, and his ass pushed out invitingly. He knew the old man was watching, could feel his eyes burning into him, but the strange thrill of it all made his cock throb even more.

"Very good," Mr. Castlegate said, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see you clean those baseboards."

James nodded, his heart racing. He bent over, his hands on his knees, and began to run the feather duster along the floorboards. His ass was high in the air. Each stroke of the duster sent a shiver through him, the dust tickling his skin as it fluttered away.

The room was hot and stuffy, the air thick with dust and the scent of sweat. The old man's eyes never left James's body, his gaze lingering on the sway of his muscular thighs and the tightness of his asshole. James's cock remained erect.

"Finish up there," Mr. Castlegate said, his voice a gruff command. "Then come back to me."

James nodded, his heart racing. He had become all too accustomed to the old man's lecherous stare, the way his eyes devoured every inch of his naked body. But something about today felt different. The way Elian had looked at him at the quarry, the way his cock hadn't softened even after the punishment...it all swirled in his head as he went about his work.

He got down on all fours. The floor was sticky with years of neglect, and as he began to move the rag back and forth, he couldn't help but feel like an animal, a plaything for Mr. Castlegate's amusement. The old man's chair creaked as he leaned back, his eyes never leaving James's body. The rag brushed against his cock with every movement, sending jolts of pleasure through him that he did his best to ignore.

"You're doing well, James," Mr. Castlegate said, his voice a low rumble of approval. "But let's not forget..