Kyle walked through the leprechaun's comfortably cozy home, taking stock of everything. He noticed that the dwelling lacked any hint of electrical power. He saw no signs of electric lights, smartphones, televisions, computers, or any other standard items of a modern, civilized life.
He passed through a kitchen that looked like it could have been cutting-edge during the time of the American Revolution. A great iron kettle simmered over a steady fire contained in another enormous fireplace. Cabinets, tables, and other furniture fashioned in a rough-hewn manner furnished the antiquated kitchen. He opened a back door and stepped outside the house. He saw a covered well in the enclosed yard. Along the wall of the house someone had stacked firewood chopped into convenient kid-sized logs. Kyle managed to get three of the logs into his arms, but then he had to place them on the ground again in order to open the door. Once he had the door opened, he used his little bare bottom to hold open the door as he collected the logs again.
"Where's my logs, boyo?" The leprechaun spoke loudly. "Don't dawdle."
Kyle shuffled to the fireplace with the logs and placed each log onto the smoldering coals. He felt slightly ashamed to be naked while at the leprechaun's beck and call, but the magical entity hadn't offered him any clothes. Kyle still had his pride. He'd damn well not beg the cursed leprechaun for clothes.
The leprechaun patted Kyle's little bare boy butt. "That's good enough for the fire," the leprechaun said. "Come here, boy."
Kyle shielded his little dangling boy parts with his hands, which drew forth a loud, disparaging guffaw from the leprechaun. "Don't forget I've seen you as a big, hairy man," the leprechaun reminded Kyle. "Seeing that little nub's not likely to interest me, or anyone else."
Kyle's face reddened, but he lowered his hands. The leprechaun settled himself into a well-stuffed armchair positioned kitty-cornered from the roaring fireplace. "Kneel, boyo," the leprechaun said.
Kyle's first impulse was to tell the damn leprechaun to go fuck himself, but he found himself getting onto his knees in front of the little man in green.
"Take off my boots, boyo," the leprechaun commanded and looked down at his new little slave boy with a haughty, gloating smile.
Kyle found himself almost eager to show himself submissive and obedient. He unlaced the right boot and then did the same with the other. He tugged at the loosened boots. "Easy, my boyo," the leprechaun said. "Slide them off slowly."
Kyle eased the boots off the leprechaun's feet, which exposed a pair of sweaty, argyle socks. "Peel my socks off, too, boyo."
Kyle rolled the socks down the leprechaun's shins and then slipped them off his feet. The mischievous sprite sighed and laughed. "You're already one of the best boys I've ever collared," the leprechaun revealed.
Kyle didn't want to do so, but he found himself smiling at the praise. He even lifted his eyes to gaze at the leprechaun sprawled in his chair.
The leprechaun met the shy smile with a cold firmness. "Now, take my boots and clean them, polish them," he said. "When you've completed that chore, come back to me and we'll talk about your future with me."
"Can't we talk now?" Kyle whined in his boyish voice.
The leprechaun snapped his fingers and the collar produced a severe shock that caused Kyle to scream. The leprechaun watched the boy's suffering patiently, timing his intervention precisely. With another simple snap of his fingers, he ended the shock.
"I know I look like an amiable bloke, but this is my kingdom, boyo," he said. "I will be obeyed, not questioned."
Kyle's eyes had squeezed out a few reluctant tears. "Go fetch a mop," the leprechaun said. "Once you've cleaned up that mess, you can clean my boots."
Kyle looked at the floor and was dismayed to learn the severity of the shock had caused him to suffer an accident.
The leprechaun chuckled. "No worries," he said. "You're still just a wee boy, and accidents will happen."
Kyle's tiny hands balled into fists, but the leprechaun narrowed his eyes. "Of course, they'll happen a lot less often once you've learn your place, boyo," he said in feigned geniality.