The Party Boy

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

I want my boys to be physically active, attain some form of manly shape. But I find that in milking Jack, the resulting ennui becomes extended.

Such laziness.

However, engaging in school sports is not practical for boys in brightly colored silk panties. I can only imagine the locker room antics in changing to and from uniforms.

So sometime after my trimming of Jack’s foreskin, a few weeks into the regular prostate milkings, I engage the lady of the house.

“Jack is not one for exercise,” I inform. “Rather indolent. Unless precaution is taken, I do believe he’ll begin to fatten. Not good for a boy’s self esteem.”

I should add that neither is being stripped naked, bathed and intimately massaged by a governing woman, but on these points obviously silence serves me best.

“My, my, Jack’s father would not approve of that. Whatever should we do?”

I note it is the royal ‘we’, Jack’s mother not spending a moment of time with the lad.

“I’d like to buy some gym equipment. There is plenty of room in our wing of the house. I will supervise... assure that he’s well worked.”

“So good of you to add to your responsibilities, Miss Kelly,” the woman again readily washing her hands of Jack and his care.

And so, money being no constraint, I order exercise machines... a treadmill, stationary bike, universal gym. It’s equipment that I can use as well, I justify. And there is indeed an isolated room, a third floor attic, expansive, well windowed, with a high ceiling.

I’m going to work Jack. And it is most convenient that my ward neither has exercise attire nor did I think to order any from the equipment supplier. How thoughtless of me.