(( http://eddiechin.deviantart.com/art/Sexy-Male-Pinup-Art-Muscle-Hunk-Too-Fierce-278514678 )) Harry Montagu closed his beat-up Ford's side door with a hip bump, the first of a handful of boxes in his arms. In rumpled jeans, tee shirt and sneakers he marched to the front door and likewise knocked with an elbow flapping like a chicken wing rather than set his load down. Instead of just a few raps he kept up a peppy drum beat until his host answered - not impatient, just feeling a good vibe and spreading it around. With four weeks of not working or getting callbacks on interviews, Harry could be in a worse position. Better a "24/7 lifestyle slave" in his dom's house than second childhood in a relative's house in the middle of nowhere, as all his friends had their boyfriend or girlfriend put their foot down on him crashing a couch, or were practically freeloaders already pooling what they could to get by. It had been a heck of a packing and moving party though, saying goodbye to his place while Harry still had the cash to move and get a couple months ahead on a storage unit to keep his furniture and non-essentials. But though those buds had been good enough to load up a truck and fill his 8x8', he'd not invited a single one here. Not only did they seem like a bunch of clowns compared to his mature, dignified dom. Having them barge around the same space as the man's dungeon, where their roles would cross from topping at clubs and private parties to the more serious master level, instinctively seemed like sacrilege - like trespassing at an altar. Just a question or two. When he'd half-jokingly offered to be a slave in exchange for a place to stay, that pretty much meant scene play and helping out around the place... right? And how much did he still have to learn about his dom compared to getting to know him at meetups?