3 The Lord's Stress Relief

Warning: Servitude, Exhibitionism?

That question mark is because it sort of matches and is the closest thing to the definitions I found. If I had to be more accurate, it would be performing sexual activities in front of others right under the table, both literally and metaphorically.

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Within a prosperous kingdom, a lord was ruling over a huge territory that was praised by all.

That lord was Melvin Sullivan, the head of House Sullivan. Of course, behind every great man was a great assistant. The head butler who grew up alongside Lord Sullivan, the one serving and assisting his lord the best he can, Leighton Foster. With the care of these two men, the territory of House Sullivan was prosperous.

Yet, a mystery, no, a question lingered above the minds of all about the lord. It was that despite being capable and respected by all, Lord Sullivan still remained unmarried. Although many thought it was due to the lord's cold personality, that proposition was shot down almost immediately.

This was a strange situation for someone of his stature, as it was customary for nobles to wed early on in their lives. However, Lord Sullivan seemed content with his single status, focusing instead on ruling over House Sullivan and ensuring its prosperity.

People worried about the future as there was no successor to House Sullivan, but they put their faith in the capable lord. His subjects looked up to him with admiration, unaware of the secret that lay beneath his cold exterior...

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Melvin wakes up to the sound of birds chirping. Sunlight pours through the window, warming his skin. Leighton is already awake by the bed, dressed in his usual attire: a crisp black suit and tie. He stands at attention beside the lord's bed, waiting patiently for him to rise.

"Good morning, my Lord," The butler says softly, bowing his head. "Shall I bring you some breakfast?"

"Breakfast can wait," Melvin remains lying down as he removes the bed cover, revealing the tent in his underwear, "I believe your attention would be most appropriate somewhere else."

"Yes, my lord," Leighton's face flushes slightly, but he doesn't hesitate.

He kneels down beside the bed, pressing a hand against his lord's underwear as he begins to take off it and strokes the rising member gently. Soon enough, Melvin becomes hard as steel in his butler's capable hands.

Leighton looks up with hooded eyes, his lips parted ever so slightly. Melvin reaches out, running a finger over the other's lower lip before tracing it along his jawline and finally coming to rest on his neck. His pulse races beneath the lord's touch, and Melvin feels himself growing even harder.

God, how he loves making him like this. Obsequious yet confident, eager yet controlled. It's an intoxicating mix that makes Melvin want nothing more than to claim him completely every time.

The lord closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of the other's warm breath on his skin.

"Continue," Finally, Melvin gives Leighton permission, moaning as the butler takes his lord's length fully into his mouth and sucks greedily. The butler's tongue moves expertly across the shaft, his hands not remaining idle as they caress the balls underneath.

The sensation is exquisite, yet not enough.

Not until he feels his cock pressed inside his warm, tight entrance.

"Get up," the lord orders, voice rough from lust.

Without protest, Leighton understands the other's intentions and complies, getting up onto the bed. He takes off his lower clothing in front of the other's eyes. Soon, his ass cheeks are presented to his lord, pale and smooth in the morning light.

Melvin places his hands behind his head as he lay back and enjoys the view. Then, the butler positions himself, aligning his lord's aching cock with his waiting hole. With a single powerful thrust, the member is buried to the hilt inside him.

"Mhn!" Leighton stifles his moans, arching his back. He begins moving slowly, drawing back almost all the way before pushing down again.

The warmth surrounding Melvin's dick sends waves of pleasure through his body. He can see the tension building in his butler's body, who struggles to maintain control. The room contains only the sounds of slapping and muffled groans.

Soon Leighton's movements become faster, harder, and more erratic. With each pump, Melvin feels his climax growing closer and closer.

Finally, the butler's ass tenses around his lord's member, and his first real moan cries out. His walls squeeze tightly on Melvin's cock, sending him over the edge. His whole body tenses, vision going white at the peak of his orgasm. A moment later, the lord relaxes back onto the bed, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

The butler is still sitting upright after his own orgasm. Not bothering to take even a moment of rest, he stands up and removes himself from the bed. During the process, Melvin's eyes receive the wonderful view of his seeds leaking out of the supple ass he just bred.

"Thank you, my Lord," Leighton says softly, bowing his head as he turns away. "Shall I get your breakfast now?"

"Yes..." Melvin manages to croak out, still struggling to catch his breath. "Get me some food. Bring it to the office."

Leighton nods once before disappearing from the room. As soon as he is gone, Melvin lets out another deep breath before getting up. It is another day in the estate of House Sullivan. There is work to be done.

Melvin slowly gets dressed, slipping on his finest clothes. He pats down his hair and straightens his posture as he heads towards his office. The sound of servants going about their business fills the air around him as he walks through the halls of House Sullivan.

As he enters his office, he sits down behind his ornate desk and surveys the stack of papers already piled up, waiting for his attention. In fact, there is already another stacking forming on the table at the center. If this continues, stacks will probably start forming on the couches as well. Melvin sighs as he gets himself ready. Though he'd rather spend the morning enjoying the afterglow of his latest release, duty calls.

Leighton soon comes into the room, pushing a catering cart with various breakfast items. He sets the tray down on the desk before stepping back respectfully.

"My lord," he says quietly, bowing his head. "Your breakfast."

Melvin looks up at Leighton with a small smile before taking one of the plates. He thanks the butler silently before quickly eating the food placed before him. Time is money as the saying goes. His gaze never leaves the papers as he chews and swallows quickly. Once finished, he pushes away his empty plate and takes a sip of tea.

Leighton cleans up the plates and cup before bowing once more and retreating from the room. As soon as the door closes, Melvin turns his attention back to the stack of documents on his desk.

He picks one up and begins going over it meticulously, making sure everything is in order. It will be another long day filled with paperwork, but he is more than prepared for it. It is the natural consequence of ruling a large territory after all.

The sun streams through the window, casting warm light across the desktop as Melvin continues working. Melvin works diligently throughout the morning, poring over each document and ensuring that everything is perfectly organized. The hours tick by slowly, but he remains focused and determined to get everything done.

Once in a while, Leighton or some other servant would bring in some more important paperwork. Fortunately, most of the papers are rather simple to take care of, only needing a minute or two. Else, Melvin might have already quit.

He secretly thanks his butler in his heart as Leighton is the one sorting the paperwork and dealing with the much larger amount of miscellaneous work.

As the clock strikes noon, Leighton enters the office at the exact moment, bringing in today's lunch. Melvin finally puts down his quill and stretches out his cramped hands. 

Leighton places the lunch carefully on Melvin's desk and steps back once more, waiting patiently for his lord to begin eating. Melvin looks up briefly and gives his butler a nod of acknowledgment before eating at the same pace from this morning.

After finishing his meal, Melvin pushes away the empty dishes and takes a sip of a cup of water. Leighton begins his duty and clears away the empty plates.

"Leighton," he says calmly as Leighton is about to push the cart and leave, "Have you had the chance to eat yourself?"

Leighton stops in his tracks and turns around to face Melvin, bowing his head slightly. "My lord, I apologize. I was too preoccupied with seeing to your needs first."

"That can't do," Melvin raises an eyebrow at that, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I can't have my butler not eat anything. You should eat something right now."

At first, Leighton feels confused about the order until he recalls the emphasis on a certain word. The butler hesitates for a moment before finally giving a small nod, obeying his lord's command. He moves around the desk and kneels in front of Melvin, who turns and presents his body to the other.

With careful, reverent hands, Leighton reaches out to take hold of Melvin's lower clothing, beginning to remove them piece by piece. He slides off the pants, revealing a pair of fine silk underwear that contains a large bulge.

With a quiet gulp, he finally removes the underwear entirely, causing the member within to spring out and slap his cheek. Now his master is completely naked below his waist, save for his shoes and socks.

The sight makes the butler's throat dry and his heart races faster. He looks up at Melvin from beneath, eyes wide and mouth parted as he takes in the full view of his half-naked lord.

It's rare for Melvin to act like this and be exposed, especially in the daytime and with other servants nearby. But nonetheless, it is his duty to fulfill his lord's desire any time he wishes.

"Eat, Leighton," Melvin says firmly, voice husky. "This is your lunch today."

Slowly, the butler lowers his head, closing the distance between him and Melvin's erect cock. His tongue flicks out, tracing the sensitive skin of the underside, as he begins to suck on it hungrily. The taste of his lord fills his mouth, and he moans around the thick shaft, relishing every inch of it.

Leighton begins to bob his head up and down on Melvin's length, taking more of him into his mouth each time. His tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge underneath, teasing and taunting, as he sucks harder, making wet slurping sounds that fill the room. His cheeks hollow and then puffs out with each movement, giving Melvin the sensation of being completely engulfed by the warmth of his mouth.

He reaches both hands up to cup Melvin's heavy balls, rolling them gently in his palm as he continues to pleasure him. He looks up at Melvin through his eyelashes, watching the pleased expression on his lord's face.

Melvin closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of the butler's skilled mouth engulfing him. He reaches down, running his fingers through Leighton's hair, guiding him in his ministrations. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, knowing that soon he will release into the eager throat below.

As if on cue, a soft rap sounds on the door to the office, interrupting the intimate moment between Lord Sullivan and his butler. Melvin's expression darkens slightly when Leighton stops his movement.

When the butler tries to get up and remove the length in his mouth, he is forced back down onto the cock and under his lord's desk. Satisfied by Leighton's befuddled look, Melvin nods as he takes some paperwork.

"Enter," he calls out, with only a few seconds having passed.

The door opens slowly and reveals his sister, Lady Sullivan, standing there, clad in an elegant silk dress that flows behind her like water. Her blue eyes meet his for a brief moment before she speaks.

"My dear brother," she says softly, stepping into the room, "I hope I am not intruding."

"Not all all," Melvin glances over at her briefly before looking back down at the paperwork. "What do you need my attention for?"

"Well brother," Lady Sullivan takes a seat on one of the center couches, "I have some issues I wish to discuss with you. "

"I see," Melvin nods and puts down the paperwork in his hands as he faces his sister, "Speak."

Meanwhile, Leighton stays still and waits patiently beneath the desk, lips still wrapped around his lord's erect member as he listens to their conversation. Yet he can't help but tremble in shock when he feels his lord slide one leg forward and wrap it around his neck, pulling him deeper down onto the cock.

The sudden insertion almost chokes the butler, making him gag as he tries to silently breathe through his nose. Once he reaches the base of the member, he feels the leg release his head and move back.

When Leighton remains still, he feels his lord's leg tapping the back of his head. Understanding his lord's wish, he moves his head back, which is pushed forward again by the leg when his lord decides he moved back far enough.

"I worry for the future of this house, dear brother," Lady Sullivan says unaware. She looks for signs of displeasure on her brother's face and continues once she finds none, "Our house still has no successor. Although I doubt it'll matter, you'll soon be out of the marriageable age."

Leighton is trying to stay as silent as possible, attempting to contain himself as his lord begins moving his head. As Leighton continues to bob his head up and down on Melvin's length, his breath comes in shallow gasps between sucks. He tries to control the airflow into his lungs so that he doesn't let out any audible moans or groans that could potentially alert Lady Sullivan to what they are doing.

He clamps down harder with his lips, creating a tight seal around his master's shaft, muffling any sounds that might escape. His hands remain busy, massaging Melvin's balls, rolling them in his palms, and occasionally even pinching the sensitive skin lightly.

"I see," Melvin nods, still holding an unchanging cold poker face, "If it's about successors, I can just adopt a close relative. There's no need for me to get married."

"Alright, I won't push further then," Lady Sullivan sighs when she sees the stubborn look on her brother's face. When she brings up the next topic, her face suddenly flushes red, "The next thing I wanted to discuss is, um, the knight, Jonas. He's been... very attentive towards me lately, and I find myself enjoying his company."

"Oh? Is he now?" Melvin raises an eyebrow in amusement at this news. He leans back in the chair, ready to hear more, "Is there something you want me to do about that?"

As the lord does so, his other leg goes up and joins the leg already around his butler's head. Both legs are now hooked behind, pushing Leighton deeper onto Melvin's erect length as he leans back and enjoys himself.

"Yes..." Lady Sullivan hesitates, her cheeks growing even redder. "I was hoping... perhaps you could arrange for us to be... married." She practically whispers the last word, eyes fixed on the floor.

The pressure from both legs makes it difficult for Leighton to move, almost keeping him in place as Melvin takes further control of their secret intimate act. With his hands on his lord's thighs for support, Leighton continues to move his head back, allowing Melvin to pleasure himself as he wished with his legs. The lord briefly looks down at his butler gobbling his cock. His lips turn up for a second before returning flat. 

After that short moment of silence, Melvin finally speaks up to answer his sister. "Why exactly do you like Jonas, sister?" His voice is calm and collected, almost uncaring, though there's a slight glint in his eye that betrays his curiosity. "You've always seemed disinterested in marriage before."

Lady Sullivan bites her lower lip, still not meeting her brother's gaze. "He's... different from other men I've met," she murmurs. "He listens to me, understands my feelings... and he's so kind, caring. He's never pushy or demanding. It's..." Her voice trails off, and she lets out a soft sigh.

Her words make Melvin raise an eyebrow again. This time, however, rather than amused, he looks more thoughtful. After a few moments of pondering, or really thrusting, he asks, "I don't recall Jonas too well. Tell me, what did he look like again?"

"Oh, why! Jonas is quite handsome, actually." Lady Sullivan laughs lightly, looking into the distance as if to recall her crush. "He has these piercing blue eyes that seem to stare right through you... and when he smiles, it lights up the entire room. His hair is a bit long for fashionable taste nowadays, but it suits him somehow. He keeps it neatly combed back, revealing a strong jawline and high cheekbones."

She pauses for a moment, blushing again, then continues, "And his body... oh, my lord, his body is magnificent! I've seen him training, the sweat glistens off his body like a shining aura. Strong arms, broad shoulders, muscular chest... I can't help but feel safe whenever we're together. He-" Her voice turns dreamy as she continues to describe Jonas, lost in memories of their times together.

Melvin only tries to recall Jonas's face at first, trying to remember who his sister was in love with. Yet when she continued talking about Jonas's trained body, Melvin's dick can't help but twitch at the image.

As Lady Sullivan describes Jonas's physique in vivid detail, Leighton remembers exactly who Jonas is and nods, or at least attempts to, in approval of her choice of men. However, when he feels the twitch of Melvin's cock against his tongue, he feels a sudden ping of jealousy in his heart. Before he knows what he's doing, Leighton lets out a quiet growl and bites down gently on Melvin's dick.

The pain and surprise cause Melvin to jump slightly in his chair, tearing his attention away from his sister for a moment. "Leighton!" he silently gasps, glancing down at the head butler's face. The anger in his eyes quickly gives way to lust, however, as he realizes that this was no accidental nip. The knowledge sends another shudder through his body, making him push his butler deeper onto his cock. "My little Leighton is feeling possessive today."

Melvin glances up to see if his sister has noticed anything. Fortunately, Lady Sullivan is in too deep describing her love to pay attention.

Back below, Leighton closes his eyes, feeling the warmth spreading through his body as Melvin takes control once more. He concentrates on pleasing his lord, swallowing hard as he is slammed again and again down to the base. His hands tighten on Melvin's thighs, digging into the flesh as the movements become faster.

"Oh, brother," Lady Sullivan says dreamily, finally snapping back to reality. "I trust your judgment. If you think Jonas would be a good match for me, then I have faith that you know best." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she doesn't regret it; not after spending so much time with Jonas.

"Alright, fine," Melvin grunts in what seems to be dissatisfaction in Lady Sullivan's eyes, "I'll approve your union. It's the first time you've ever shown interest in marriage, so..." He trails off, briefly looking down at Leighton underneath the desk, whose face is flushed from exertion and pleasure. Then, he returns his gaze to his sister. "...don't regret it later. Love is a strange yet precious thing, sister. Guard your heart well."

As Melvin finishes speaking, he leans forward back onto the desk, thrusting into Leighton's mouth. The head butler can feel his lord's weight pushing the member deeper into his throat.

Unaware, Lady Sullivan's eyes widen in surprise at her brother's words. She hadn't expected him to be so understanding or supportive. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she rises gracefully from her chair.

"Thank you, brother," she whispers, giving him a graceful bow before turning to leave. Her steps are light as she walks out of the study, her mind already filled with thoughts of Jonas and their future together.

"Oh right brother," she stops right before the exit, turning to ask, "Do you know where Leighton is?"

The head butler becomes stiff, though the lord ignores that and keeps thrusting.

"We need to have him start preparing." Lady Sullivan's gaze lands on the catering cart, "It's lunchtime so I had presumed that he was in here. I can see the cart so I assume he had recently left?"

"Ah, yes. He had left to deal with... other urgent matters," Melvin replies casually, thrusting in the mouth of the person in question. His cock slides in and out of the mouth, eliciting quiet suction sounds each time it hits the back of Leighton's throat. "I'll make sure he'll know about this. I'm sure he'll be more than glad."

Lady Sullivan nods, satisfied with the answer. "Alright then, I shall leave you to your work." She gives another slight bow before disappearing out of the study, leaving Melvin alone once again with his trusty head butler.

Melvin leans back into his chair and looks down, giving him the sight of his butler locked around his legs and fully down his cock. The lord smirks in satisfaction as his member goes in and out. With them being the only ones left, Leighton finally stops restraining himself and starts moaning.

For several long moments, they remain like this: Melvin thrusts into Leighton's mouth while the butler struggles to breathe beneath him. Slapping and moaning sounds echo throughout the study. Finally, Melvin groans loudly as his climax approaches, hips bucking wildly as he unloads his seed down Leighton's throat.

When he releases the last load, his legs lock and push Leighton's head down to the base of his dick. The large amount of cum nearly chokes the butler, causing some to leak out. But even with that, he still successfully ate most of his 'lunch'.

Melvin collapses back onto the chair, panting heavily. Leighton doesn't move for a moment, still struggling to draw air through his nose as his lord's spent member is blocking his mouth. But when he feels his lord's legs lift off him, he moves back and off the length, coughing and gasping for a short moment before turning to wipe his mouth on his sleeve.

"Leighton," Melvin calls upon seeing this and the remaining mess.

"Yes, my lord?" he asks quietly, voice raspy from pleasure and overuse.

"Clean up your mess." Melvin orders his butler, "Wouldn't want to leave any 'lunch' left over, right?"

The butler bows his head in understanding. Without another word, he opens his mouth and first licks off the semen on his sleeve. Then Leighton obediently leans forward, pressing his lips against the tip of Melvin's softening cock.

He sucks out the linger cum within the member, before his tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, lapping up every last drop of seed until the head is finally clean.

After removing himself from the head, Leighton moves to the side of the flaccid member and brings out his tongue. His tongue glides over the vein-covered skin, tasting the residual salty flavor of their lovemaking.

He starts at the base, slowly working his way up towards the head, paying careful attention not to miss a single drop of precious seed. As he does so, he occasionally looks up at his Lord with pleading eyes, seeking approval for his diligence.

When he reaches the tip, Leighton circles it gently with his tongue, flicking out again and again until it's as clean as can be. Satisfied with his work, he moves downwards, trailing along the underside of Melvin's shaft. His warm breath fans against the cooling flesh, causing tiny goosebumps to rise.

When Leighton reaches the base of Melvin's shaft, he drops further down between his lord's legs, presenting his face inches away from Melvin's groin. Due to his prior failure, some semen has leaked lower.

With some gentle licks and nudges, he urges one of Melvin's heavy testicles into his mouth. His tongue darts out with purpose, swirling around the smooth, warm orb, teasing every sensitive spot that it touches.

Once the sack is clean, he moves on and works the other one, rolling it between his tongue before bringing it to his lips as well. As he sucks on the balls, his nose brushes against the soft hair of Melvin's crotch, filling his senses with the musky scent of sex. His tongue flickers out, lapping up any remaining precum or traces of cum.

At last, he finishes his work. He pulls away his lord, swallowing hard. He stands up before he looks at Melvin, who has a smug grin. "All gone, my lord."

"Leighton," Melvin glances down at the butler, then downward towards the aching tent. "With all that work, it has gotten me a bit thirsty." Melvin takes his empty water cup and hands it over, "Fill this up."

Nodding understandingly, Leighton unbuckles his belt with a practiced motion. His pants fall to his ankles in a fluid movement, revealing his pale and glistening bottom and his hard aching member, desperate for release.

Taking the offered cup, Leighton positions the cup in front of his cock. As Melvin watches, Leighton begins to stroke himself quickly, savoring the feel of his own flesh against his palm. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing in anticipation.

With a low groan, he releases, shooting thick ropes of hot cum into the cup. The loudness of his orgasm echoes through the study, filling the air with a sense of completion and relief.

Once Leighton releases the final drop of his seed into the cup, Melvin takes the now full cup from the butler, admiring the thick strands of cum within. Without another word, he brings it to his lips and drinks it down in front of the blushing butler. He closes his eyes, savoring the taste of Leighton on his tongue, feeling the warmth spread down his throat.

"Excellent," Melvin praises between mouthfuls, setting the cup aside. "Now go clean yourself up. We have more work to do now with my sister's wedding."

"Yes my lord," Leighton nods, bowing his head slightly before gathering up his discarded clothing and hurriedly dressing again.

As Leighton finishes dressing, Melvin does the same before he turns back to his desk, settling into his chair once more. He picks up a few scrolls of parchment, unrolling them and scanning their contents quickly. With a sigh, he dips a quill into an inkwell and begins to write.

Leighton takes the catering cart and exits the study as if nothing had happened.

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Lady Sullivan's wedding to Jonas goes off without a hitch, thanks in part to Leighton's careful planning and execution. The reception is a grand affair, filled with music, dancing, and feasting that lasts late into the night. As guests begin to retire for the evening, they remark on what a lovely couple Jonas and Lady Sullivan make.

Many also comment on how gracious Lord Sullivan has been throughout the entire process, taking such good care of his sister. The guest talks about the success of the wedding, praising once more the effort of both Lord Sullivan and the Head Butler.

Following the wedding, Lord Sullivan announces that he will be adopting a young relative named Edward as his successor to House Sullivan. This comes as a surprise to some, but all are pleased to see that the lineage will continue strong.

Many people, commoners and nobles alike, wonder why Lord Sullivan never married. Yet none of that matters with a successor in place now. Soon, Lord Sullivan passes down the territory to his adopted son Edward, retiring to a quiet remote mansion along with the head butler.

It is said that the lord lives out his days happily, served by his ever-loyal butler.