About A Secret Vice

by Syd McGinley
15 pages / 3300 words
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Dr. Fell is not happy. His cabin needs repairs, and his new trainee, Tommy, is too exuberant. Can he handle a peppy, singing boy, a plumbing challenge, and his memories of Rob? All while indulging in his Secret Vice?

Originally published in Toy Box: Nipple Clamps Also available in the Complete Dr. Fell Volume One: Lost

Sample

I sigh and stick my head back under the sink. What a time for the plumbing to start acting up. The laundry room drains outside to a barrel so we can use the gray water in the garden, but the kitchen is screwed. It stinks in this heat, too. Tommy is hanging the wash outside. I don’t allow dryer use in the summer -- what’s the point of wasting power when it’s ninety outside and there are no neighbors to be pissy about a washing line? He’s in shorts and is fighting the sheets onto the line, but he’s happy -- I hear him singing something from Chicago.

Tommy has sworn up and down that he hasn’t let anything stupid go down the pipes and sighed when I reminded him that we don’t have city plumbing.

“Honest, sir,” he said. “I scraped all the plates into either the trash or the compost -- nothing down the sink.”

I believe him. He’s a pretty good little housekeeper. He didn’t need much training there at all -- just to my preferences, rather than from scratch like twink. He’s needed plenty of discipline training, so he’s not really benefited from his abilities on balance. His ass is just as bruised as twink’s ever was.

I move the cleaning supplies I store under the sink, roll onto my back, and scoot under the stainless steel. The curtain Mom made to hide the sink’s guts from view tickles my belly. Dad never got around to the doors she wanted, and now I’m too sentimental to take it down. When it goes to rags, I guess I’ll build the doors.

I’m just in my jeans and tool belt. It’s sweltering.