I have always been big. Strong. Tough. Masculine. No one tries it on with me, ever. Other men see me as a challenge. I keep my counsel with very few.
I don't let many in. I am accustomed to avoiding or dismissing difficult questions. The strong and silent type. Don't show vulnerability. Don't let them confirm their thoughts about my repressed sexuality.
He says that is what drives him crazy about our relationship. That no one would ever suspect that I am anything other than a very straight man. And no one would ever believe the true character that hides behind the masculine front.
They say that real submission is not a weakness but a strength.
He is 19 years my junior. Junior only in age though. I adore him and he tells me how much he loves owning me too, but he is always my boss. This is not equality. He is always in charge.
He lives on the other side of the city to me. And yet he truly owns me. He is my God. Utter perfection. As well as owning me, he is also my friend and lover when he wishes to be. My owner first and foremost but also caring and unafraid to show his affection. The shifts between friend and master make our dynamic so un-fucking-believably horny it's untrue.
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I usually serve him at his house. But sometimes not. Today I have picked him up to chauffeur him to mine. It's an hour round journey for me but of course he shouldnt have to make any effort. I wait outside until he is ready. I get out and open the door for him. I take his unwashed laundry bag from him. I take care of all of his personal laundry every week. Washed, ironed, returned as a priority: he shouldn't have to do menial work. His laundry and housework are my duty every week. Along with his garden and his car cleaned whenever he commands. I also walk his dog whenever he decides.
We chat on the journey. Talking about our weeks at work. The only sign of our relationship to any casual observer would be my use of Sir. We laugh and joke and I make no acknowledgement when he slides his hand into my shorts mid conversation. He checks the cage with a smirk. I am not allowed a free dick. He owns it 24/7.
Casually he takes a pill from his bottle and pushes the viagra into my mouth. I swallow.
We arrive and I carry his bag up to the flat. We finish the conversation and he sighs contentedly as he props himself up on my bed.
"Strip then slave."
His word is absolute law. Unquestioned. Silently I strip naked and kneel head bowed at the end of my bed. I am muscular. Big. A catch. But I am his total slave. I am shaved smooth from the neck down. I am required to be entirely smooth at all times. And my twitching dick is locked in a tiny nub device.
He ignores me as he relaxes on his phone. Eventually he whispers "get started" and I start to work.
Reverently I remove his trainers. Getting to work on kissing his socks. I know he has been working all day in them as I focus on showing my place in life. Carefully I peel them off and get to work kissing and licking his bare feet. Every inch. Every piece of lint gulped down. He sighs contentedly as I tongue between his toes and suck each toe diligently.
He undoes the clasp on his belt and I undo the buttons on his jeans, carefully pulling them down and folding them neatly. I get to work on his legs. Kissing and massaging his muscles until he nods. With reverence I grip his briefs as he raises his arse up allowing me to pull down his briefs. His cock springs free and he adjusts himself. The comparison to my nub is ridiculous and I feel my own locked nub pushing against its steel prison.
He is very exacting in his expectations for worship here and I will be punished if I don't please him. I start by licking his thighs and moving up to taste the sweat behind his meaty balls. Then I take each heavy ball into my mouth and wash his taste carefully with my tongue. He sighs contentedly and smirks happily. We both understand completely this is how it should be. Must be. Master and slave in total harmony. I lick the crevice between his balls and thighs. His taint. His hole.
I take his mighty cock into my mouth and tongue it carefully. I know the pressure and speed he likes as I consider how much more of a man he is than me. He pushes my head down further so that my throat opens fully to accommodate him. His pre cum sweet on my tongue.
When he's had enough, I move onto his chest and armpits licking each clean with passion and obedience. This often then ends with me tucked under his armpit as he embraces me. We lie together, master and slave.
By this stage master is usually relaxed and heads to watch TV. I fix him a drink and lie down at his feet, accepting his feet over my face as I lie naked on the floor. If he's in the mood he may eventually slip down off the settee and onto my face. His balls flop over my nose and mouth and I tilt my head back to embrace his hole. He moans as I tongue his hole. An object of pleasure for him. Under him. Pleasing him.
Finally he announces it's breeding time. I am his bitch and he loves nothing more than the hard fucking I receive. In the shower, on the bed, on the floor... On my back, on all fours. He decides. I whimper like a bitch as he nibbles my ear and tells me how much he owns me. He fucks me long and hard. Pulling out completely and reentering with force. I ride on top of him, bouncing on his meaty pole. I spread my legs wide and open up as he lies me on my back.
Finally he grunts in victory as he seeds his slave, and pulls out. As he kisses me passionately in the steamy shower we both luxuriate in the horniness of power. I wash my abused hole knowing it will be sore tomorrow. I hug him and kiss him, before washing down his body with reverence and love.
Reluctantly I obey his order and get dressed after drying and dressing my master. Just as he's about to leave, he remembers his need to piss. I kneel obediently in front of him and unbutton his jeans. Wordlessly he pisses down my throat and pats my head. The casual knowledge that I am his urinal without question drives us both crazy.
I drop him home in the dark. Our conversation about mundane topics belying our relative statuses. It's only as he opens the door to leave that he informs me he wants a full house clean and his laundry returned the day after tomorrow. Six hours of naked menial work in the evening will be my sentence and I will need to get his laundry washed tonight.
Slavery to my master is the most important part of my life. True slavery and submission to a man worthy of being my owner. If people only knew when they saw us together!
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