The Billionaire’s Brat
by David Heulfryn

 

This was the strangest assignment the agency had ever given. It was a last-minute job, but It was for a wealthy client, and it paid very well.

My taxi pulled up outside the large cast iron gates. I looked through them and saw the large white house on the brim of a soft incline. A six-foot brick wall surrounded the property, and CCTV cameras were placed intermittently along it. I pressed the buzzer on the left of the gates.

“Come on up. I’m in a hurry.” A disembodied female voice came from the speaker.

The gates slowly opened, and I walked briskly up the driveway. The large white front door opened, and a middle-aged lady greeted me.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I’m in a rush.” I saw her suitcases. “My husband needed me in California, some sort of boardroom stuff he needs me to vote on, so I need you to look after my son, Freddie.”

“No problem, Ma’am. That’s why I’m here.” He smiled disarmingly.

I was one of those rare things, a male nanny. I loved looking after children, but mothers were generally waring of a young man looking at their precious baby. I was surprised that the agency said they had explicitly asked for a male nanny.

“I was glad they had a male nanny on their books. Freddie seems to prefer them. He doesn’t seem to like being looked after by a young lady, except me.”

“I’m sure we’ll get along well. I’ve not looked after a child who didn’t like me.”

“I do hope so.” She seemed relieved.

“Can I meet him? Where is he now?” I asked.

“He’s still sleeping. He was up late last night, upset that I was leaving.” She looked up the grand staircase to the first floor. “I’m sorry to leave you unprepared. I’m going to have to run and catch my plane. His room is the last one on the right at the top of the stairs. He likes to take a bath when he wakes up, before he gets dressed, and before he has breakfast. You’ll need to see to that and make sure he washes properly. You will probably need to help him.”

“That’s okay, Ma’am.”

“I’ll be gone for at least a week. You can use the guest bedroom next to his. But sometimes, he may want you to sleep in his room. He can get scared sometimes and will miss me, so he may need your company to help him get to sleep.”

I didn’t know I had to stay overnight; I’d not brought anything. I wasn’t told I needed to.

She grabbed my arms and smiled at me. “He’ll love you. I can tell. You have such a sweet smile.”

Behind me, a Rolls Royce pulled up, and the chauffeur got out. He picked up the lady’s suitcases and put them in the boot. He then waited by the car.

She handed me a piece of paper. “This is my telephone number and Bennett’s number; he’s the chauffeur. He lives above the garages and will be available to take you anywhere if you need him to. Freddie might like to go out. I have left cash in the kitchen, but we are well-stocked with food. Reasonable expenses are fine; just don’t go mad, and try not to spoil him.”

“Certainly not, Ma’am.” I wasn’t the kind of nanny who gave the kids whatever they wanted just for a quiet life.

“Now, I must go. Good luck, Dylan. I feel confident leaving him in your care.” She gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and went to get in the car.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I said as the Chauffeur, Bennett, opened the back door, and she elegantly got in.

I closed the heavy front door and felt alone in this massive mansion. I removed my shoes, left them by the front door, and looked around. I didn’t snoop in drawers or cupboards; I just walked around the ground floor. Much of it was open plan; the sitting room contained a huge television and a dining table for ten guests, and the kitchen was off to the side and was larger than my entire flat. I checked the kitchen; the range looked complicated, but I’m sure I’d work it out. The fridge was huge and well-stocked with fruit, vegetables and meat.

I carried on exploring. There was a games room with an old-fashioned snooker table. It looked out of place in a modern mansion. There was a small nook next to a library where you could read or get away from people, and then I opened some sliding doors. They led into a conservatory where a swimming pool shimmered in the sun. The walls were lined with pine, and I noticed some doors on the side. It was a sauna, but it wasn’t on, and it felt cold. Next to it was a shower room.

This boy must have the best life.

The agency said he was nearly two years old. I wondered how developed he was. I wondered if he liked the swimming pool. I would love to get in and have a swim. Shit! I thought I’d got no clothes with me. I supposed I could ask Bennett to drive me back to my flat to pick up some spare clothes and swim shorts.

The house looked immaculate. I didn’t dare sit down or do anything for fear of messing up the place. I ventured upstairs. It was mid-morning. It would not be good to let Freddie sleep too long, or he wouldn’t be tired tonight. I looked at the door at the end of the landing. I hesitated and entered the room next door.

My room was cosy and had its own bathroom. I noticed another door; it looked like a connecting door to Freddie’s room.

I went back into the hallway and tapped lightly on Freddie’s door. I entered, putting on my nicest smile.

The room was lighter than I expected. I noticed the curtains were pulled back, but some thick net curtains diffused the sunlight. I looked around the room and saw a large, king-sized bed. A young man was waking up.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” I said politely, “I’m Dylan. I’ve been asked to look after Freddie while his mother is away. I was told this was his room.”

“I’m Freddie.” He looked at me with bleary eyes. “Now, go and run me a bath. I’m sure she told you I take a bath when I wake.”

“Yes, but I was told you were two years old.” I was confused.

“Do I look like I’m fucking two? I’m eighteen, and my mother is paying you a shit ton of money to look after me. Now go and run me a bath.”

I checked my phone and the message I got from the agency. It definitely said Freddie was nearly two years old. I looked closer at the attached form, which gave me information about the child. It said he was one point eight years old. Fucking hell.

“Sorry, but I’m a nanny. I look after children up to the age of about six.”

“I don’t fucking care!” Freddie sounded angry, “Just do your job and run me a bath. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yes,” I said and went into his en-suite. His bath was big enough for three people and took an age to fill.

Freddie came into the bathroom. I glanced at him. He was naked and went to urinate.

“Is it ready yet?” He asked as he flushed the toilet and stood over me.

His cock was close to my face as I knelt on the floor, moving the water around to even out the water temperature. I thought he looked rather cute; It’s a shame he was a lazy, arrogant prick. His cock was a flaccid six inches, and his balls were loose after a warm night under his duvet. I was sick with jealousy. This guy was only a few years younger than me, and he was fucking rich and well-hung. What more could he want?

“Where’s the bubbles?” He asked.

I grabbed the bottle and poured some into the warm water. I agitated the water to get the bubble going. The room now smelt fruity.

Freddie sat in the bath without waiting for me to turn off the taps. He slipped down and lay back, luxuriating in the warmth and the bubbles.

I turned off the taps and stood to leave him alone.

“Where are you going?” He looked at me.

“I thought I’d give you some privacy.”

“Didn’t my mother tell you I like to be washed?”

“Yes, but that was when I thought you were two and incapable of doing it yourself.”

“I may be capable of doing it myself, but I don’t have to. You’re here.”

I now understood why I was being vastly overpaid for this job. I was supposed to look after a demanding brat who, because his family was wealthy, thought people had to do everything for him.

“Grab a sponge, and that body wash. I had a wank last night, so make sure you clean me properly.”

He wanted me to clean his cock and balls, that was obvious.

“You’re not too bad on the eye.” He said as he relaxed in the bath. “If you do a good job, this could be a permanent position for you. The last permanent nanny I had lasted eight years. He helped me through puberty and all the weird things that happened to my body and my brain. He left about six months ago, and we’ve been going through a different nanny every week. None of them are up to scratch. But I’ve got a good feeling about you.”

I started to wash the young man. I started at his neck and chest. “How did he help you as you grew up?” I asked him, just trying to make conversation.

“Well, he told me all about the facts of life. My parents aren’t good at talking to me about things like that. He explained everything, even explained sex and masturbation.”

“It must have been good to have someone so close to you.” I rubbed the sponge across his smooth chest. He wasn’t muscled but looked fit. I could see the dried cum on his belly; he must have shot a big load, I thought. As I finished washing his chest, I passed by his crotch and washed his legs and feet. He had a light covering of hair on his legs, hair that was darker than the light brown curls on his head. The humidity seemed to make his hair curlier. I thought he looked even cuter with his damp curls and felt my cock react.

I couldn’t understand why this naked brat was making my cock react. I wasn’t gay; I didn’t think I had any gay tendencies. He looked cute, but I often thought other blokes were cute or handsome. I looked at women and also thought some were cute. But I also looked at blokes. Why did I do that if I wasn’t gay, or at least partly gay? Why should I care if a guy is cute or handsome? I looked back down at Freddie’s naked body, partially covered with bubbles.

When I completed washing his legs and feet, Freddie lifted his hips, and his floppy cock came into view. The rippling water made it lol around, and when he was free of the waves, it rested on his light brown pubes. He was giving me access to his crotch, indicating that he wanted me to clean him.

I squeezed more body wash onto the sponged and rubbed it against his cock and balls. I ensured I rubbed the sides.

“Don’t forget my arse.” He instructed me.

I pushed the sponge beneath the water, rubbed it over his cheeks, and then went between them. I cleaned his crack, no doubt rubbing the sponge over his hole. My eyes were glued to his cock as I cleaned him. It was growing. It was starting to stand up and pointed to the ceiling when hard.

“You’ll be able to clean my cock better now.” He said.

I wrapped the soapy sponge around his stiff cock and rubbed it up and down. I watched as his foreskin rolled down.

“Don’t forget to clean under the foreskin.” He instructed.

I tried to get the sponge over his exposed knob, but each time, the foreskin rolled back to cover it.

Freddie sighed, “You have to pull it back with one hand and use the other to clean it.” He sounded a little irritated with my fumbling. “I can forgive this ineptitude if you are cut. Are you circumcised, Dylan?”

I tore my eyes away from his stiff cock and looked at his face. I didn’t know what to say. If I admitted I was uncut, I would look incompetent. If I lied and said I was cut, I would feel uncomfortable.

“I will probably find out for myself soon enough.” He smirked.

What the fuck did that mean? “I’m intact,” I admitted. “I’ve never cared for an adult before. I don’t know what is expected with intimate washing.” I tried to explain my reluctance to touch his cock.

“Well, I expect you to touch me everywhere when I say.” He said. I wasn’t sure what he meant. Did he expect me to touch his cock when he said, even when not in the bath? “I take a shower before I go to bed, so I hope you have gotten over your problem by then. It’s only a body. We all have them.”

I know we all have bodies. I’m just not accustomed to touch a grown man’s naked cock. Or clothed cock, for that matter.

I looked away from his face and did what was expected. With my left hand, I gingerly held his hard cock between a finger and thumb. I pulled it down to expose the head. I gently rubbed the head with the sponge. Freddie groaned, and I looked at him.

I flinched and released his cock, dropping the sponge in the water. “Sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to…” I wanted to say, ‘make him aroused’.

“That’s the idea, Dylan. Now finish the job.”

Did he mean cleaning his cock, or making him cum?

“My nanny always insisted that I release the tension in my testicles when I wake up, and he preferred that I do it while I took my morning bath. On special occasions, he would get in with me.”

“This isn’t a special occasion,” I mumbled, but he heard.

“I’m not going to have a problem with you, am I?” He was stern.

“No, Sir.” Freddie must have had an unusual relationship with his nanny. I wondered how unusual it was. He’d already admitted they used to bathe together occasionally. I couldn’t help but think the relationship lapsed into the inappropriate category. It was improper for a nanny, but what Freddie had wasn’t a nanny; it was more of a servant.

I reached out for his cock again, pulled down his foreskin and washed his exposed head with soapy water. In haste, I’d forgotten to pick up the sponge and used my hand.

“That feels so much better than the sponge. I knew you would work out.”

I couldn’t go back to the sponge now.

“Keep going, and you’ll have me shooting in no time. You have a sweet, delicate touch.” Freddie complimented me.

He seemed satisfied with what I was doing for the first time since we’d met. I felt a strange sense of pride and used both hands to pleasure the young man. He writhed and pushed his hips up to fuck my hands. I twisted and turned my hands as I stroked him. I used my palm to excite him. He groaned louder.

I felt his cock throb between my fingers and watched as he came. His cum shot a few feet in the air and landed back down on my hands. I pointed his cock towards his feet, away from my body and his. His cum fell onto the water and disappeared under the surface.

I dipped my hands into the water and washed the cum from them. I found the sponge and washed Freddie’s hard yet sensitive cock again. I was gentle with him as his cock softened in my hands.

“You are good at this.” Freddie stood up, I was still kneeling, and he stood with his crotch near my face. He did it on purpose. I looked at it. He had softened, and his balls hung very low. “See those balls.” He looked down at me, and I nodded. “My nanny always checked them after my bath, make sure there were no lumps.”

I didn’t complain. I did what Freddie said and took one of his testicles between my fingers. I felt all around and checked the surface for anything different. His scrotum was soft and hairless. It felt silky, and I found the feeling unusually sensuous. I was enjoying touching them, and when I’d finished, I held them both in the palm of my hand and felt their weight.

“Did you feel anything?” Freddie asked.

“No, they felt perfect.” I sighed and then flinched, releasing his balls. “I mean, I felt nothing wrong.”

Freddie made me dry him, and then he dressed casually in shorts and a vest, with no underwear or socks. I was then his servant for the rest of the day.

I made him breakfast. I made him lunch. I made him dinner. I fetched drinks and snacks, cleaned up his mess, and sat bored as he played video games or videoed his friends, all hangers-on, just friends with him for the perks.

In the evening, he wanted me to get him a beer. He was eighteen, so he was old enough. Who was I to say no?

Four beers later, he told me he wanted to go to bed. I followed him to his room. He reminded me that he had a shower before bed.

“Go and turn the shower on and ensure the temperature is right.” He instructed me.

I went into the bathroom again. I looked at the giant bath that I’d wanked him in that morning, then looked at the shower. It was a walk-in shower with an overhead rose and jets from the wall. I turned it on and dashed out of the way of the spray. I checked, and the temperature seemed fine to me.

I went back into his bedroom to find Freddie standing naked, waiting for me.

“All set, Freddie.” I gestured to the bathroom.

“Good, now take your clothes off.” He matter-of-factly said like I knew what was expected of me.

“What!” I was shocked.

“You need to wash me. You can’t come into the shower fully dressed.”

“I don’t think that’s appropriate, Freddie.” I sounded like I was pleading.

“You washed me this morning. What made you think you wouldn’t be washing me now?” I couldn’t answer him. I looked at my feet. “So get your clothes off!” He demanded.

I did as I was told. Freddie treated me like a naughty schoolboy. The roles had been reversed. I was supposed to be looking after him and telling him what to do, but that was when I thought I’d be looking after a two-year-old boy.

Freddie glared at me, showing his annoyance, as I slowly stripped. I don’t think I was going quick enough for him. I was down to my briefs. His face relaxed as he looked at my body.

“And those.” He nodded to my underwear.

I froze. I was scared.

“Now!” He ordered.

I reluctantly pulled down my briefs and stood straight up to look at Freddie. I cupped my cock and balls with both hands to shield them from him.

“You’re not a little boy, Dylan. Remove your hands!” He demanded.

I hesitantly unshielded my cock and let my hands hand by my sides. My cock hung limp between my legs, and I looked at the floor.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Dylan. You are bigger than I am. But if I had one criticism, it would be that you need to trim your body hair. Do you have a partner?” He asked.

“I have a girlfriend,” I stated.

“What does she think of your body hair?” He asked.

“She’s not really said anything.”

“Well, if she isn’t commenting, it isn’t arousing her. You need to trim your pubes, not too short. Some people like to run their fingers through pubes. I do. Lift your arms. Let me see your pits.” I followed his orders. “They’re fine; there is no need to trim those. Some blokes have really hairy pits and look like they have some animal under their arms. Yours are fine.” I lowered my arms. “I’m going to like you once you’ve trimmed your dark pubes. I can help if you want?”

“No…” I shook my head, “No need, I can do it myself.” I didn’t know what I was saying. How could I think of changing my appearance just for this young man?

“Now, follow me into the shower.”

I watched his arse as he strode into the bathroom. It looked firm and dimpled. I felt my cock thicken. I’d never looked at a guy’s arse before, and if I did, I couldn’t remember it making my cock react.

Freddie waited for me under the shower. He was stroking his cock. He was hard. I stopped when I saw it.

“Get under here,” Freddie demanded. My eyes stayed staring at his cock as I joined him under the spray. “I always get horny before I go to bed.”

It was like my body was possessed. I reached out and grabbed Freddie’s cock. I started to stroke him. I’d made him cum this morning; I could do it again now. Freddie looked at me and stroked my wet hair. It looked almost black when it was wet. He caressed my face.

“My other nanny used to suck me in the shower.” He whispered seductively.

I was under his spell. I was going to do anything he said without question. I dropped to my knees and put half of his cock into my mouth. All I tasted was warm water, but after swallowing, I could feel the smooth skin of his cock on my tongue. The taste changed. It was salty and slightly bitter. It was his precum. He gently pushed his hips to move his cock in and out of my mouth. My lips clamped onto his cock. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to please the boy I was looking after.

I remembered feeling his balls this morning, and I reached for them. They felt just as silky as they did earlier. I rolled them in my fingers. I even dared to tug on them, knowing how good it felt when my girlfriend tugged on my balls.

“Oh, yes.” Freddie groaned above me. It encouraged me to work harder.

I wanted to please him, and I enjoyed his cock in my mouth. I worked my tongue over his knob, eliciting some pleasurable noises above me. I kept caressing his balls, and I tasted more of his salty, bitter precum. I sucked harder, I wanted more. I wanted his cum. I wondered if it also tasted bitter.

“Enough!” Freddie gasped. “Fuck!” He was getting too close. He pulled his cock free from my mouth and his balls from my hands.

I sat back, dissatisfied, and it showed on my face.

“Don’t worry, Dylan. There’s more fun to come. Stand up, let me taste my cock on your lips.”

I stood, and he kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I felt my cock lurch. It was then that I realised I was hard. Freddie reached down and held my cock; he moaned into my mouth.

Freddie was in total control. He turned me and pushed me against the shower wall; the wall jets blasted my body, one hitting my cock. I shuffled a little so it didn’t hurt.

“Now it’s time for me to make you feel good.” His mouth was pressed to my ear, and I could feel his hard cock poking my arse.

Freddie knelt between my legs, and I felt his face force my buttocks open. He licked and sucked my hole. My girlfriend had never done this to me. It felt unbelievable. His tongue poked and probed my hole. I relaxed to take it in and felt his fingers replaced by his tongue. I thrust my hips back onto his fingers.

Then Freddie stood. “Are you ready?” He licked my ear. I didn’t say anything; I hung my head and waited.

Freddie pressed his cock between my cheeks. I felt it touch my hole. I relaxed, trying to suck it in. I thought I was prepared to be fucked, but I wasn’t. Freddie pushed in and pushed in steadily until his balls knocked against my cheeks.

The pain was incredible. I bit my tongue. I didn’t want to show the pain to Freddie.

He reached around and felt my cock. It was now limp; the pain meant I couldn’t sustain an erection. He stroked my soft cock with his cock stationary in my guts. The pain slowly dissipated, and my cock slowly grew in his hands.

Once hard again, he knew I was ready and started to fuck me.

“Shit! Fuck! So good.” I vocalised as he kept fucking me. He started slow but quickened his pace. I couldn’t believe I was enjoying this. I loved fucking my girlfriend, but the sensations I was now feeling were a hundred times better. I pushed my hips back onto his cock; I wanted more. I wished he was a foot long, as I wanted my guts filled to overflowing. If his hard seven inches could make me feel like this. How much better would twelve inches feel?

Freddie was panting. He was doing all the work. Fucking and wanking me at the same time. He felt my cock lurch and throb, and he let go. It flailed in front of me as I came over the shower wall. I felt my orgasm affect my entire body. I clamped down on Freddie’s cock.

“Fuck” He groaned, “So much tighter now.”

He fucked me harder and harder. He panted in my ear as he stabbed my guts and left his cock inside me. I felt it throb against my hole. He was coming. He was coating my guts with his come. My head was exhilarated but disappointed I didn’t get to taste his cum.

I moaned in disappointment as he pulled his cock free. My hole stayed open, and I felt it leak. I reached behind me and felt his cum flow from my arse. I brought my fingers to my nose and smelt them. I sucked them, sucking his cum from them. It wasn’t bitter but had a sweetness I could barely detect.

I wondered where Freddie was. He hadn’t said anything or touched me since he pulled out. I turned and saw him showering like nothing had happened. He handed me the bottle of body wash.

“You should clean up yourself.”

I took the bottle and washed myself, paying close attention to my arse and my gaping hole. Freddie’s cum kept leaking. I pushed down, trying to close my hole. I also poked some fingers inside.

“Give it a few minutes, Dylan. You’ll soon close up.”

I ignored my hole while I washed the rest of my body. My hole tightened, and what remaining cum was still inside me was stuck inside.

Freddie turned off the water and made me dry his body. I wasn’t afraid to touch his private parts anymore and rubbed them vigorously with the towel. His cock thickened, but he didn’t get hard. He left me to dry myself as he went into the bedroom.

When I went in, Freddie was in bed.

“Turn the light out and get into bed.” He ordered.

We lay together, my mind reeling from being fucked and getting turned on by a man. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever suck another man’s cock. Never had I thought I would get fucked by a man. But one thing I was sure of was that this would not be my last.

 

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