The House Boy Ch. 1

New story commissioned by @jamesdavis

Follow House Boy, Austin's pregnancy journey as he serves the brothers of Sigma Phi Epsilon.

Super excited for this one. Let us know what you think!

The House Boy

By

Brimmingbelly04

Nine and a Half Months Ago…

"I wish I didn't have to go home…" Austin groaned, staring up from the floor of his older brother, James' room, at the ceiling.

He couldn't believe it was Sunday already. His long weekend visit had flown by, much of it a fun and crazy, drunken blur, though he had fulfilled the purpose of his trip, helping James pack for his move.

"You wouldn't have to go home if you'd gone to college…" James chided.

"School's not for me," Austin shook his head against his hands behind it. "You're the brains in the family, I'm the beauty."

"Right…" James exhaled. "Speaking of your so-called beauty, how's that modeling career of yours going?"

His recently graduated from high school, eighteen year old brother let out a long, low sigh. "It's off to a slower start than I'd hoped," he admitted. "So far, I've only booked one gig, and my shoot wasn't picked for the campaign, so I only got paid a third of what I could've made."

Twenty year old, rising junior, James shook his head this time, his against the comfort of his pillow as he lay in bed. "I told you modeling wasn't gonna be easy!"

"Have you ever heard me say I thought it was going to be?" Austin huffed. "I know it isn't! I have to hit the gym all the damn time, constantly watch what I eat, and…"

"Oh, you poor, poor baby!"

"Whatever. Speaking of the gym, when's the last time you went?"

"Day before you got here."

"So Wednesday."

"Uh huh…" James confirmed through a yawn as he reached down to scratch at and shift his balls.

"Fuckin' slacker. I went at least two hours every day I've been here!"

"Want a cookie?"

"No, I don't want a damn cookie!" Austin scoffed. "I'm already gonna have to hit the gym extra hard when I get home to make sure nothing I did this weekend sticks!" He said as he turned on his side to look over and up at his older sibling. "I physically and  afford to go and get a beer belly like you!"

"I do not have a beer belly!" James huffed in protest as he dipped his chin and looked down at his (slight) gut. "Not even fuckin' close!"

"Keep tellin' yourself that…"

"I fuckin' will!" He nodded. "I haven't gotten any complaints from the ladies, but if and when I do, then, I'll worry about it," he shrugged as he let his head drop back against his pillow. "In the meantime, I'll keep focusing on girls, school, moving and my new frat."

Austin lowered his pouty lips into a frown and furrowed his immaculately maintained eyebrows. "When the hell did you join a fraternity?"

"A few weeks ago, right after finals."

"What?"

"I said, a few…"

"Yeah, I heard you…" he cut James off. "Why am I only hearing about it now?!"

"Because you're not the boss of me."

"And I'm the younger brother…" Austin groaned as he sat up. "Why didn't we go to one of their parties while I was here?" He asked, obviously offended.

"'Cause I haven't moved in yet."

"You're gonna live at the frat house?!" He practically shouted.

"Yeah… Where'd you think I was…"

"In a different apartment, according to Mom!"

James chuckled and smirked. "'Cause that's what I told her and Dad…"

"You fuckin' asshole!" Austin huffed. "You're moving in! I'm sure we could've gone to a party or two while I was here?!"

"Well we didn't, but so fuckin' what? Did you not have a good time?"

"I did, but…"

"And did I not make sure you got STUPID drunk every night you were here?"

"You did, but…"

"So then fuckin' chill, dude!"

"But you're in a fuckin' frat! That's so cool!"

"I know!" James grinned. "You could be in one too, if you end up going to school next year like Mom and Dad are gonna make you!"

Austin rolled his pretty, dark brown eyes at the repeated mention of their parents. "You have no fuckin' clue how hard it is living with them!" He shook his head.

"Um, yes I do… They're my parents too, idiot!"

"Obviously, but it's different now that you're not around and it's just me…" Austin continued with another heavy eye roll. "I barely started the gap year they barely let me take and they're already all fuckin' over me, especially since my modeling career's off to a less than…"

"Stellar start?"

"Yes!" He huffed. "Now, all they do is talk about you and how you're in college and doing so well!" He groaned as he laid back down on the floor. "How you're making something of yourself… It's fuckin' sickening, dude!"

"Aww, they're really proud of me, huh?" James cooed, knowing it would annoy his annoyingly attractive sibling, which it sure as shit did.

"Of course they're fuckin' proud of you!" Austin snapped. "You're gonna be a doctor!"

"That's the plan!" James confirmed with another smirk. "Which by the way, is spelled, d-o-c…"

"Seriously, fuck you, man!" Austin huffed as he suddenly sat back up and then sprang to his feet. "I'm leaving!"

"So soon..?" James asked all innocently, just to be a little more annoying, as was required by his older brother status.

But as he did, he felt just as envious of his younger brother as he did of him. Austin was three inches taller than James was, and in much better shape, which was very evident as he stood there in front of him, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of bikini brief underwear James would never dream of wearing himself. He quite literally didn't have the balls to, unlike his (not so) "little" brother.

James wasn't ugly, nor was he vain. What he was, was smart and perceptive, and therefore well aware of the fact he wasn't nearly as good looking as Austin, who really did have a shot at becoming a model, if said shot ever came along… James felt for his brother, knowing he was stuck at home till if he either made it big, or was forced to enroll in college by their parents, but there was nothing he could do for him.

Or was there..?"

The fraternity James had recently pledged, Sigma Phi Epsilon, was in need of a new "House Boy." As a late addition to the organization, if James was able to "source" one, it could do a lot to prove his dedication and make up for lost time. He potentially had a lot to gain if he "succeeded," but could he do that to Austin? The two of them had the typical, love/hate, sibling rivalry relationship so as such, had done some pretty damn shitty stuff to each other over the years, but neither of them had ever done something like this…

James knew he could easily enlist his painfully vain and handsome, perfectly proportioned younger sibling if he didn't share all the details with him. But if he did, it would change everything between them, likely forever, so would it be worth it..? There'd be no going back, not only relationship-wise, but a lot would probably also change about Austin in general (also, maybe/probably forever,) so if he was going to do this, James not only needed to be certain of his decision, but careful with his approach.

"Obviously, you're sick of me, and now, I'm fuckin' sick of you too!" Austin griped. "So…"

James quickly made up his mind.

"I'm sorry bro. I was just teasing," he said with as "genuine" a smile as he could muster as he pushed himself up and turned to sit off the side of his bed.

"You're always fuckin' teasing me!" His modelesque brother huffed as he started gathering his stuff and shoving it back into his bag. "I thought we were moving on from that now that we're getting older, but apparently not!"

"Dude… I'm always gonna tease you! I'm supposed to as your big brother!"

"What you are is a goddamn asshole!"

"That too…" James admitted with a chuckle. "But what if I told you you could stay?"

"What?" Austin scoffed as he continued to haphazardly pack. "Another day? No thanks!"

"No, not just another day. For the rest of your gap year."

"How? Why?" He asked, slowing his pace and raising his gaze towards his brother.

"So my frat…"

"Which one did you join, anyway?"

"Sigma Phi Epsilon."

Austin huffed loudly again. "Of course you'd go and join one I never heard of!"

"But school's not your thing, right?" James reminded before admitting, "Anyway, it's not as… well-known as some of the others, but it's legit, and we need a new House Boy."

"What the hell is a House Boy?"

"Since you apparently know so much about frats, you should know most have House Moms…"

"Right…"

"Well, we don't," James shook his head. "We like having a guy around our age to help us out. It's more… chill?" He shrugged.

"OK…" Austin nodded. "So what does a House Boy do?"

This is where James could've been fully honest, but he wasn't. "Same as a House Mom would… Our grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry…" he listed off, leaving one very important duty off. "Easy stuff."

"Would I get paid?"

"Of course."

"And I'd get to live at the house?"

"Yup."

"In my own room?"

"From what I've heard, the House Boy has the biggest room in the place."

"Seriously?"

"Apparently?" James shrugged.

"What happened to the last one?"

"The last House Boy?"

"No, the last House Cat…" Austin groaned. "Yes, the last House Boy!"

"He left before I pledged, so I never met him," James shook his head. "But apparently, he needed a break."

"Why? You just said the job was easy…" Austin reminded, raising both of his perfect brows almost all the way to his lusciously full hairline.

"I dunno? Someone can like what they do, but still need a break?" James shrugged again. "He was House Boy for five years, so he probably just decided it was time to…"

"I'll do it," Austin cut him off. "The timing's perfect… I could be all moved in and ready to go before the next school year… Mom and Dad'll probably freak, but…"

"Hold your horses, kiddo…"

"Ugh! You fuckin' know I hate it when you call me that! You're only two years older than me, which used to be a lot, but…"

"I know, I know, my bad… I just…" James paused again. "I might not be telling you everything the job entails, but only because…"

"Pretty sure I got the gist of it. It's not like it's rocket science or anything…"

"No, it isn't!" He shook his head. "But still… Maybe you wanna think about it a little more?" He suggested.

Austin was the one to shrug this time. "What's there to think about? I'd get something similar to the actual college experience, I wouldn't be stuck at home, and…" he suddenly stopped himself. "Shit… What if I got a gig?"

"If you did, we could probably work around it, but…"

"That's good enough. Sign me up, or tell me what I gotta do!" The eighteen year old, wannabe (could be) model beamed at who he still considered at the time to he his asshole and annoying, but still caring big brother.

"The thing is, I'm not the one to make the decision, but…"

"Well then get me in with whoever makes it!"

"Are you sure..?"

"Hell fucking yes!" Austin nodded emphatically. "The house has a gym, right?"

"One you'd be responsible for cleaning…"

"Is it decent?" He of course wanted/needed to know.

"So I've been told," James confirmed.

"Then tell whoever I want the gig!"

"I could…" he continued to hesitate, only so in the long run, he could say he'd tried to warn Austin off the gob. "But I really think you should take some time and think about it a little before you just go and…"

"I have thought about it, Dad!" Austin interrupted. "I might not even get it, but I wanna try to!" He nodded.

James realized he'd been beaten, which upset him less than it should've. Still, he sighed and acted as though he was concerned. "Well… I guess if you're sure..?"

"I am."

"I don't think you're gonna have much competition…"

"Even better!"

"OK then…" he sighed and shrugged again. "Guess I'll set up a meeting?"

"Thank fuck!" Austin groaned. "Did you have to go and make it that hard?! Don't answer that…" he shook his head. "Of course, you did!"

Now…

"Hurry up, Austin!" Shane, Sigma Phi Epsilon's President, shouted from the dining room. "We're starving!"

"Greedy ass pigs…" Austin muttered to himself in the kitchen, tugging with his left hand at his tank top that'd been rendered a crop as he used his right to make more pancakes for Shane and several of the other brothers after having already brought them fresh cut fruit and drinks. "All of you eat so much, you should be as big as me!" He huffed as he expertly flipped three pancakes in rapid succession.

Making pancakes isn't hard, but it is when you have to do so standing sideways in front of the griddle, no longer able to face it head-on. Not only now, but for the majority of the last several months, Austin wished he hadn't become Sigma Phi Epsilon's newest House Boy. It'd seemed like the perfect opportunity when James presented him with it, but only because his asshat brother had left one, literally huge (and still growing) detail out!

By the time he realized he'd made a bad decision, it was too late. Austin had already signed the contract he hadn't bothered fully reading through, guaranteeing his employment with the fraternity for the next ten months and two weeks. The length of his job was admittedly odd, but at the time, same as he had with the rest of the contract, Austin hadn't given it much thought.

Fortunately, as of today, he only had one more month till his contract ended, and he was already counting down the days. Had been for a while… By no means whatsoever, was Austin looking forward to two weeks from now, when his job was quite literally due to start to end, but he was ready for it to. So fucking ready, regardless of how and what it took to get to that point.

The still painfully handsome, still (somehow) hopeful model, was also now literally, painfully pregnant. Austin was carrying not one, two, three or even four babies, all of whom biologically belonged to various Sigma Phi Epsilon alumni and their spouses, but five! The strange fact that the frat's House Boy had to be pregnant with multiple alumni's offspring while carrying out his other duties, was what James had conveniently (for him, anyway) left out, and Austin hadn't caught while skimming through his contract.

This placed blame on both brothers but for obvious reasons, Austin blamed James more than he did himself. As such, he hadn't spoken with his brother even once since being inseminated. Their respective roles and living arrangements made this yet another challenge for him to deal with, but Austin did whatever he had to to keep it that way.

James had been handsomely rewarded for offering his brother up. Even though he was late in pledging compared to most guys his age, James had easily been elected Vice President. He was treated like royalty while Austin, the soon-to-be bearer of potential future members, was treated by the fraternity brothers like a servant/plaything. As James had predicted, there wouldn't be any going back between them after this… Simply put, too much had changed.

When the final three pancakes were done, Austin added them to the stacks he'd already made, which he'd situated on a large serving tray. Making a meal, even for several people, usually isn't too grueling or strenuous a task but for him, someone with several people inside him, like so much else, it now was. Not only was Austin carrying quintuplets, but each one of them were big…

At thirty-eight weeks along, his belly was just massive, as was his chest. All Austin saw now when he looked out or down, were his breasts and belly. Where he'd once seen large, firm pecs and enviably toned and defined abs, he now saw three enormous globes, bulging and brimming with milk and packed beyond full with babies that (thankfully) didn't belong to him. Babies that even if he'd sired, not all that long ago, Austin never imagined he'd be the one to carry, let alone push out his ass! He seriously doubted he'd ever speak to James again, let alone forgive him.

After waking up, using the bathroom and getting dressed in clothes that no longer came close to properly fitting, Austin made and ate his own breakfast. Carrying big quintuplets (already nine pounds apiece and still growing,) he'd come to require a rather shocking amount of food, that morning being no exception. As many pancakes as he'd eaten himself, now as he readied to bring the mountain he'd made the guys out to the dining room, his stomach gave a loud growl.

Austin was hungry again. Actually, still hungry… Since space within him was now at a real premium, he was no longer able to eat much at once. Austin was about to steal two of the last pancakes he made as a snack but before he could, duty quite literally called.

"Austin!!!" Shane yelled again. "Seriously… What the fuck, man?!"

"Coming!" He shouted back before sighing and rolling his eyes as with a grunt, he leaned forward but more to the side, to grab the tray off the counter.

Stacked high with so many pancakes, the tray was unexpectedly heavy. Since his pregnancy was unavoidable, it made more sense for Austin to use it to his advantage…

Carefully, he set the tray atop his mound, right in front of his other two. His chest had proportionately grown and rounded out as much as his belly had. All the muscle Austin had added over the couple years, was now buried beneath (more than) ample stores of milk and fat. Like his belly, his now former pecs had blown up incredibly, each breast now almost the size of his head, very round, and soft yet firm; bloated with milk, and now crowned by nipples he couldn't hide no matter how thick and padded the bra he now more often than not, had to wear, was.

"Fuckin' finally!" Shane huffed as Austin waddled extra slowly into the dining room. "I'd ask what the hell took so long, but…"

"One of you come take this before I drop it!" The House Boy cut him off, nodding down at the precariously balanced tray.

"Um, aren't we the ones supposed to be giving out the orders?" Isaac, the Treasurer, asked, even as he stood and came to take the tray, but not before giving the exposed portion of Austin's enormous pregnancy a series of not so gentle pats, right above his belly button, which by then, had been stretched and then flattened out to the point that all that remained of it was a surprisingly small, dark mark. "We need more juice," he informed once he had possession of the pancakes.

"Apple or… orange?" Austin asked as he placed his hands on his already deeply arched lower back, pushing his breasts and quintuplet pregnancy that much further out than they already stuck.

"Orange, and there better not be any pulp!" Came a loud and obnoxious, deep shout from the other side of the table.

"Screw pulp, I want cranberry!" Isaac said as he set the pancakes in the middle of the table and then promptly stepped back to avoid getting stabbed by one of his brothers' forks.

"We don't have any cranberry, but I'll add it to the list," the ever dutiful House Boy promised.

"But I really want some!" Isaac childishly reiterated.

"Well we really don't have any, so would you rather apple or orange?"

"Please tell me we have syrup!" Thomas, a particularly overweight brother practically begged as he loaded his plate.

"We have syrup," Austin confirmed.

"Well where is it?"

"In the kitchen. There's only one of me, and I only have two hands, Thomas… Would anyone else like anything else while I go back and get it?"

"I want cranberry juice!" Isaac complained again.

"If you still want it tomorrow, you can have it then," Austin replied as he began to turn to head back to the kitchen.

He knew he sounded just like a House Mother probably would, something else that made him internally cringe. He'd been working for the guys for months by then, but he often still couldn't believe how needy and childish they were. Had his back not been aching so much already, Austin would've taken his hands from it, crossed them over his engorged tits and glared at all of them to show his disappointment and disdain, but there was no point seeing as he'd come to realize "boys would be boys," even if they were supposed to be men.

"Know what… I want?" Shane asked through an enormous mouthful, fork held upright in his left fist, knife in his right, like a petulant king. "Somethin' that goes good with pancakes that isn't syrup."

"What's that, Shane?" Thomas asked through his own bulging mouthful, a few crumbs shooting from his lips.

"Head."

The rest of the brothers all promptly hooted and hollered in agreement, many of them banging their big, clenched fists against the table. Austin fought not to shake his head and roll his eyes but failed, which Shane was quick to notice.

"Got a problem with that?"

"No, sir," he replied, not bothering to stop shaking his head, but now forcing himself to smile as he did.

"Good," the President nodded, stuffing more pancake into his mouth as he pushed back from the table. "You need your juice so bad, go get it yourself, Ike… Bring the apple and orange juice, and syrup too," he instructed before returning his gaze to his House Boy and nodding down at his now visible crotch. "And you… You bring yourself here."

Austin's own reaction to his presence aside, situations like this were why James had come to keep his distance. It was one thing to watch his straight little brother positively blow up with babies, but it was another to watch him blow another guy.

"Don't forget…" Shane continued once he'd finished chewing and swallowing, putting his hands behind his head as he watched Austin totter towards him, belly and breasts all wobbling and bubbling as he closed the distance. "Today's payday, so you better make sure you do a good job!"

"Don't I always… sir?" The House Boy asked with a grunt as reached forward and to the sides, he groped around till he found Shane's spread knees, braced himself on them, and grunted again as he slowly lowered himself to the floor to provide yet another blowjob for everyone present to see and cheer on.

At least no one had asked for milk that morning. Austin's milk. Yet, anyway…