The Switch
Part Six
The last three months have been particularly busy in the Baxter residence. For starters, Harold is now the Master of the household and has moved out of the servants’ quarters and into Gordon’s old room. He had an English tailor come over from London to fit him for his new wardrobe as he determined he needed attire more befitting a gentleman of his stature and position. He now wears morning suits daily, changing into 3-piece suits with lapels on the vests that are 100% wool as well as tweed for the afternoons. When he wears a tweed jacket, he wants his pants to be cut short, showing off his argyle socks and ½ boots. He is never without a hat and umbrella, even on the sunniest of days as he loves the attention he gets when he tips it to passing ladies. To wear with his tweed jackets, his had the tailor make several patterned waistcoats, in colors that coordinate well with his jackets; all of them double breasted. Pocket silks and pocket watches are a must for him, but he also must have fresh flowers for his lapel. Several tuxedos rounded out this first order; all of them from the finest wool. As for his neckwear, he only wears bow ties and ascots. He is particularly fond of adding stick pins to his ascots with oversized jewels.
He spends his afternoons in the local establishments, running up large tabs, and then calls Jonathan telling him to be a good boy and stop by on his way home to cover the tab and bring him back to the condo. Even though he is superbly dressed, he must have his pint of ale which always leads to another and then another. Darts are the game of choice where he plays for beers and is always the big loser, but he doesn’t care as he knows Jonathan will take care of it. Jonathan, however, is not happy with the behavior of his father and has reminded him that his station in life is so superior to these lowlifes he has chosen to associate with, but Harold just tells him to shut up and take him home.
Harold decided that tuxedos would only be worn to dinner on the weekends; a change he made since he is usually too drunk to dress for dinner; a change Jonathan did not agree with. He loves to wear his tuxedo to the table and sit in the study with it on while having his evening drink and cigar, admiring himself in the only mirror in the room, knowing how superior he looks. But for some reason, he found he could not argue with his father. It was agreed however, they would dress for dinner on nights guests were expected. Jonathan would put his tuxedo on after dinner to admire himself in the mirror in his room, often getting so excited he would release his manhood onto his pants and set them aside for the servants to bring them to be cleaned.
A new butler was hired—Seamus Spitshitz. He is only 25, 6′2″ with a lean body, blue eyes, and bright red, curly hair that was well kept. Spitshitz is a graduate of the British Butler Institute where he learned everything he needed to be a superb butler and a master of etiquette. His shoes have a mirror shine, something he promised his new charges would have as well. He also mastered the art of event management, wines and spirits, cigars, caviar, and clothing care. As a part of his employment agreement, Harold had him take in the seat of his pants to make them more” form fitting”, which Spitshitz made happen at once. “I shall take care to make whatever Master Harold wants of me happen with the utmost haste.” he told himself.
After his couple of weeks, Spitshitz went to a salon on his day off and had them cut his hair short with a deep side part, dye it pitch black and use an excessive amount of pomade so that it was tight against his scalp and would not move at all. When he first spoke to the stylist, he told him “This color is not suitable for a gentleman’s gentleman. I need something that promotes a more professional look, slicked tightly to my scalp. Make sure you get the brows colored the same as my hair and thin them out a bit. I’d also like them to look more like comets rather than this bushy look.” He had his nails done with a high gloss polish and had the nails all sized to be ¼″ off the tip of his finger. If a nail was not long enough, extensions were applied. And he then requested a Brazilian body wax, leaving him hairless from the neck down. He did not know why he was making these changes; he just couldn’t help but tell them he wanted them.
After the salon treatment, he returned to the condo where he met Master Harold. “I think the new hair color and style suits you well. Don’t you agree Spitshitz?” Harold asked him. He agreed and said he should have done this sooner. That night, he bowed as Mr. Jonathan entered the room, tearing the seat of his pants. “Excuse me Sir while I change.” said Spitshitz to Harold but Harold had other plans for him. “Come with me. I have a new uniform for you to wear.” and they left the dining room for Harold’s suite. “Remove your clothing and put these on.” Harold handed him an extra tall white wing tip high collar and stud, a black silk bow tie, and two shirt cuffs with black studs. “Put your shoes and sheer hose with the garters back on and come back when you are properly attired in your new uniform.” Spitshitz did as he was told without argument and when he returned, Harold had him bend over so he could insert a butt plug with a large black pompom on the end into him. “There, now you are ready to serve dinner. I hope you like your new uniform. I went to great lengths to get this for you.” Harold said. Spitshitz replied, “Oh, Master Harold, you are so kind to use your precious time to make sure I look suitable for you. I do love it. Thank you Master for doing this for me!” and dinner was served.
Jonathan has been working hard at his job. He arrives to work early to review the reports on the foreign markets and has been locking down new deals every day. He has already surpassed his target goals for the year that were set by his supervisor. In fact, he has doubled them and as a result, is getting a large bonus. He demanded his office be expanded by removing the wall between his and the next office and that his female administrative assistant be replaced with a male; the company complied for he was their top performer and they wanted to make him happy. The new addition to his office space was to have a personal restroom, a closet, and several mirrors. In fact, he had a mirror placed behind his desk and one on each of the side walls so that he could see himself with ease. He loved the way he looked and could not help staring at himself in the mirror. He kept a collection of hair pomade, colognes, lip balm, eye creams, deodorants, and a razor in his new restroom. He had to look good; it was important that he look and smell his best at all times; that his bow tie was perfectly tied and centered; his shoes well shined; and if his suit had a wrinkle or his shoe scuffed, he had to have others to change into. Lunch was not an option for him. He would have a small salad to fill his stomach but had to make sure he did not put on any weight as he did not have time to work out like his brother. He would use part of his lunch hour to get a fresh haircut and hot shave at the start and midpoint of every week.
Making fun of how his colleagues dressed has become his favorite pastime. He couldn’t help but tell one of his colleagues how he loved his polyester tie and asked if he bought those suits he wears in Filene’s basement. He would call them the “off the rack boys” and suggested they put a little of their income into presenting themselves better. They would grumble under their breath over his comments but knew not to tangle with him. The last guy who did was terminated the next day when Jonathan complained to his supervisor.
His interest in women is completely gone and prefers to work with only male clients. When he meets with a good-looking client, his tactics move toward two goals—to get his business and get into his pants. So far, his score card has him at 100% where sometimes he was the top and sometimes, the bottom. Position in bed didn’t matter—just as long as he scored and looked great doing it! “Ties have to stay on”, he would insist and that they did. Many times, he used their necktie as a leash leading his partners around the room on all fours and had them beg for his cock. When they finished, they were both very disheveled and Jonathan could not wait to get back to his office to change. He knew it was a good thing to have extra suits in the office as he often came back with his pants stained or torn, and his jackets wrinkled.
When Jonathan first met Spitshitz, his couldn’t believe his father had made such a horrible decision. All he could think of was poor Gordon with his lisp trying to pronounce this name. The fact that the guy did look good meant there was competition in the household which really bothered him, but he used “poor Gordon” as the excuse to get rid of him. “I want him out of here.” Jonathan told his father but the next day, he told his father he changed his mind and was fine with the decision. In fact, every time he disagreed with his father, he found himself recanting that decision the next day. The arrogance he displayed at work always seemed to be replaced with a degree of dismissiveness when he was with his father.
Jonathan did ask to have more mirrors placed in his bedroom suite and more around the condo. “You now have my brother’s room with mirrors on the ceiling and I would like the same.” Harold agreed to this and instructed Spitshitz to make it happen. The next day, mirrors were placed throughout every room of the condo and covered the ceiling and walls of Jonathan’s suite. Now, as Jonathan walked across a room, he could not stop looking at himself in these mirrors, checking his attire for imperfections, admiring the tight fit of his pants, how well his hair laid, whether there was a wrinkle on his face or bags under his eyes from working so much; everything about him was now very important and he loved to see how fantastic he presented himself. With the latest changes Spitshitz made to his hair and with his new uniform, Jonathan’s eyes could not help but to check him out as well. “I’m still better looking than he is.” he told himself. “And that pompom thing coming out of his ass makes him look like a classless sissy boi, but I’d fuck him. Yeah, I’d take that boi and make his hole bleed and then leave my seed inside him, keeping it in with the help of that plug. Who cares if it hurts—he’s here to serve me.” Jonathan thought as he wanted to add Spitshitz to his scorecard.
Gordon works out daily in his new place. He can’t help himself as he thinks of nothing else. He gets up, has breakfast, and then works out for 8 hours, stopping only when it is time for lunch. Before he changed, he used to read the Wall Street Journal and NY Times daily, cover to cover, while having his morning coffee. His sharp mind at the time helped him speed read every article of importance and be able to recite what he read as he interacted with his colleagues; often using the information he read to lock down new clients. Now, he has trouble reading comic books which is what he does in his spare time when he is not watching cartoons. His once powerful brain has been replaced with that of a little boy or is often just completely blank.
His muscle growth has stabilized and to make sure he does not lose or put on weight, Harold has Spitshitz measure Gordon’s chest, waist, bi’s, abs, calves, hips and even his feet. Gordon knows Spitshitz as the new butler and calls him Ssshea. Before sitting for breakfast, they take his body measurements and do a weigh in—so far so good. Harold had Spitshitz replace all of Gordon’s silk pajamas with super hero underoos. “Men wear silk pajamas and when you grow up, you will too. But for now, I want you to enjoy yourself.” Harold said, and Gordon agreed. Spiderman is his favorite to wear. He loves to put it on and pretend he is shooting webs around the apartment; something he saw while watching cartoons.
Gordon’s daily work out consists of doing 400 sit ups with another 200 side crunches, twice a day. He bench presses 525 pounds with ease doing 8 sets of 60 reps; he uses 100 lb dumbbells for his arms and is on the leg machine daily. Several machines fill the room to include a lat pull downs station, shoulder and leg presses, free weight stands, benches, a pull up station, and an assortment of dumbbells. He runs 20 miles a day with 50 lb ankle weights and when the weather doesn’t cooperate, goes to a local gym to use their pool to swim 1000 laps. He is the figure of fitness but cannot carry on a conversation. Like Jonathan, he too is in love with his body and looks and loves to stare at himself in the mirror as he rests between sets, sometimes getting his pecs to twitch. Every three weeks, Bruce comes over to maintain his hair length and color, and his team make sure his body is devoid of hair from the neck down. When he gets up in the morning, he knows he must take his curling iron and put his marcel curls in, using a lot of pomade to keep them tight. His desire to have sex is completely gone and what he knows about sex is what he is told by Harold and Jonathan. “Sex is for naughty boys and you are not a naughty boy are you Gordon.” Harold would say, and Jonathan would agree with him. His submissiveness is to the point where he apologizes profusely to anyone he bumps into, never looking them in the eyes.
Harold visited with Gordon and invited him to dinner on Saturday. He told him dress would be white tie and tails, but Gordon did not understand what that meant so Harold said Shea would be down to help him dress. Gordon hugged Harold, calling him by his new name, Da-Da. “You will need to get up a little earlier on Saturday to get your work out in since you will need more time to get ready.” Harold told him and went back upstairs.
He then let Jonathan know he had a special guest coming for dinner, that the dress would be white tie and tails. Jonathan’s eyes lit up as he loved how great he looked in tails. “Who’s coming to dinner Father? Anyone I know?” Jonathan wasn’t really interested in who was coming as much as he was wearing his tuxedo tails. Harold assured him he would be happy seeing their guest and would tell him more later. Meanwhile, he wanted to have a drink and cigar and had Spitshitz mix them a batch of martinis and snip the ends off a pair of Cubans. The two of them sat quietly drinking and enjoying their cigars.
The programming tapes continued to play in the guys bedrooms. Gordon’s tape kept him from remembering his former life, making his brain totally blank, and had him believing he was a little boy, but kept him working out, loving the build of his body. Jonathan’s tape made him believe he was the true Jonathan Baxter, an arrogant financial wizard who was in love with himself, could not be without a suit and bow tie, hated women and wanted to have sex all the time with hot looking men. Both felt that Harold was always right, knew him as their true father, and obeyed him implicitly.
The guys were eager to learn of more about their guest, but Harold kept that information from them. Meanwhile, Spitshitz was instructed to prepare a five-course meal for four on Saturday evening and that he would need to be sure his collar and cuffs were clean. “Since we will have a special guest, I have this black silk thong for you to wear.” Harold told him. Spitshitz told Master Harold that he was too kind and should not be providing him with gifts.” “No worries. You will earn them my boy, you will definitely earn them.”