Alex the sub…
Alex Pov
Over the next few days, I started to reflect on how I felt watching Max fuck my boyfriend. Although it made me hard and I was undeniably excited watching them, I could begin to see a stronger connection starting to grow between them. I started doing some research on the web about cuckolding and bdsm, I was trying to understand the dynamics of a cuck role.
I had to admit that when Max was telling me what to do, I felt torn. On one hand, Max telling me what to do was humiliating; I was giving him power over me, and Jeff didn’t say anything to back me up. Still, I also felt something else: the idea of having someone else in control of what I did, letting go and not thinking about it, just doing what I was told, was freeing.
The role of a sub started to interest me; there was something in me that felt good with just letting go and not worrying about anything, and going with the flow. I kept thinking about the evening Max made me use my mouth to clean him up, about how the world narrowed to only his orders and my actions, his thick voice reducing my choices to compliance or disobedience, and how much easier compliance was.
After the fact, I’d felt gross, embarrassed, reliving the moment and wondering what Jeff thought of seeing me on my knees for another man.
The following evening, after dinner, Jeff and I sat together watching a new show on TV. I was being a bit quieter than usual, and Jeff asked me what was wrong. I told Jeff about how I felt after the last time Max had been here, that I felt humiliated and felt that you were so into what Max was doing to you, that my feelings came second, and that you didn’t say anything to back me up.
Jeff said, it looked like you were really into the roleplay at the time. If I thought you were upset by it, I would have said something to Max. I told him I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be around next time he came over. Jeff looked at me, disappointed. Alex, I thought we decided we’d give the open relationship 6 months and then decide if we wanted to continue with it. I told him I still wanted that, just that I was concerned that he was getting too attached to Max, and he needed to have my back more when Max was around.
Jeff told me nothing had changed for him; he still loved me, and with Max, it was just sex, it was great sex, but just sex. He told me he would look after me better the next time Max came over.
A few weeks later, we’d both been working hard and doing some late nights, Jeff told me that he had spoken to Max and that he wanted to come over for a romantic dinner on the weekend. He looked at me with a serious look on his face. Max said he wanted your cock to be locked up so that you couldn’t cum without permission. I had done a bit of research into chastity, and the thought of it didn’t automatically repel me.
I asked Jeff what he thought about me being locked up and how it would increase his enjoyment. He told me it was all part of the roleplay; if I wanted to try cuckolding, it would be the perfect opportunity to see if I enjoyed it, but being locked up would be part of that. I told him I would agree to be locked up on one condition: that Jeff held the key and not Max. I would do it to increase Jeff’s enjoyment.
Jeff said there was something else that Max wanted. He looked at me and said this might be pushing it, but it fits in with the roleplay, but I would understand if you didn’t want to do it, but Max also wanted you to do the cooking and to serve us as if we were on a real date.
I looked at Jeff, you know what I think, I told him, I think Max wants to be your boyfriend? Jeff just laughed and told me I was being silly; this was just Max pushing boundaries and wanting to control the roleplay. I have to admit my first instincts were to tell Jeff no, but after I thought about it a bit, Max’s experience with kink and controlling situations spiked my interest.
I did want to explore my kinks a bit more, and the cuckold and sub dynamics were intriguing. I knew this was Max pushing my boundaries to do that. I told Jeff I was worried about Max trying to get more romantic with him, but on the other hand, I liked the idea of being subservient.
Jeff smiled and said it was really hot how I took on the cuck role last time Max was over. Jeff told me not to worry, that he wasn’t romantically interested in Max, that it was just sex and Max made him feel good while they were fucking, but if I didn’t want to do it, he would understand. I told Jeff I would think about it.
Fuck I thought, it was one thing to think about being a sub, but to be made to act it out in an actual situation where it was obvious that Max would be the alpha controlling what happened, and would be pushing the boundaries, was another thing.
I was anxious and excited at the same time. If I didn’t do this, I might not get another opportunity to explore this kink in this type of setting, but I didn’t want to go in without any safeguards. I decided to tell Jeff I was ok with it, but only if Max agreed with certain limits and a safe word I would outline in an email.
I would send Max a list of items that I would and would not be comfortable with. Max could do the same; if we both agreed, then the night could proceed. Jeff was excited, he hugged and kissed me and told me he was sure Max would agree to my limits. He told me he had a feeling I was going to love it, but if at any stage you want to stop, just tell me.
Max agreed to my limits and the safe word plan. He also threw in a few of his own demands, which, at first glance, I was shocked at. I thought a little more about it and decided that if I wanted a true sub experience, then this would be it.
The following Saturday, I got up early to start planning the day. I planned to go to Victoria Market and get some fresh vegetables and meat. I was planning to make a lamb roast dinner. I thought I would make a chocolate cake for dessert. I know Jeff loves my chocolate cake. I started prepping the food late that afternoon, so all I would have to do was cook when the time came. Jeff asked if I wanted any help, but I told him no, Max wouldn’t like it, and he just smiled at me.
The doorbell rang around 6 pm, and Jeff went to answer it as I was busy making gravy for the roast. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was scared and excited. I was putting myself in a situation I had no experience with and wasn’t sure what to expect.
I heard Jeff greet Max, then some obvious kissing sounds followed; I’m sure it was for my benefit; it seems Max was always horny, maybe that was his permanent state. Max walked into the kitchen and greeted me with a hug. He asked if I had locked up my cock yet. I told him I had been busy cooking, so no, I hadn’t locked my cock up yet.
Max told me to go and get the cock cage, and he would keep an eye on the gravy. I rushed upstairs to the bedroom where the cock cage was and returned, good boy he said, I like how quick you were. Now, drop the pants and underwear. Jeff looked at me and smiled.
I pulled down my pants and jocks. He grabbed the cock cage and put it over my cock. He locked the cage, took the key and handed it to Jeff. That was one of the items we had agreed on; Jeff would hold the key and not Max.
I could feel the tightness immediately, a dull pressure where I usually felt ease. The metal was cool against my skin, a physical reminder with every subtle shift and twitch that I’d given up control. I went to put my clothes back on when Max asked what I was doing. Subs are meant to be naked. You will be serving us naked tonight, and when you are not doing anything, you need to be kneeling at my side with your hands behind your back.
Jeff looked at me with a raised eyebrow as if to say are you ok with this, I just smiled and said not a problem, Max looked at me and said Sir, tonight in your role as a sub, you should address your boyfriend and me as Sir. I looked at him and said, “yes Sir.” I took my clothes upstairs to get them out of the way.
When I returned downstairs, Max was whispering into Jeff’s ear, and Jeff was grinning. Max leant into Jeff and started kissing him, catching my eye as I walked back into the kitchen. Jeff asked if I could get them a couple of drinks and bring them into the lounge, where they would be until dinner was ready.
I asked Jeff, addressing him as Sir, what they would like. He gave me a smirk and said 2 beers would be fine. I brought the beer into the living room, where Max had pulled Jeff on top of him, making out; they were both making moaning noises. My cock was straining against the cage, trying to get hard. Max acknowledged me and told me to let them know when dinner was ready.
I went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. Every few minutes, I peered in to see what they were doing. Max’s hand had wandered to the back of Jeff’s jeans, Jeff’s head resting on Max’s chest. Fuck, it was hot seeing Max play with Jeff’s ass. Jeff was moaning, and my cock had never been harder. The football game on TV was playing in the background, but neither of them seemed to pay much attention to it.
I sensed that Max was encouraging Jeff to amp up the role-playing more, that I was their sub tonight, and he should be more demanding. I started setting the table for their romantic dinner, adding a lit candle to give it that authentic, romantic feel. I could hear their lips kissing and moans in the background.
I served the food for both of them and went into the living room, where Max was passionately kissing Jeff and let them know, dinner was served. Max replied that they would be there in a minute. I returned to the kitchen and made sure there were drinks and garlic bread on the table as well.
They both came to the table. Jeff was looking a bit red in the face and had a noticeable wet spot on the crotch of his pants; he must have been getting hot and bothered to be leaking that much. Max asked me to pour them some drinks, “yes sir”, I replied.
After pouring drinks, I was about to return to the kitchen, but Max said that a good sub should be available whenever their alpha wanted something. I stood with my legs apart, with my hands behind my back, waiting to see if they needed anything, but apparently that wasn’t good enough for Max.
Max coughed a bit and looked at Jeff. Jeff looked at me with a red face and said babe Max mentioned to you before that a sub should be kneeling with their head looking to the floor and arms behind their back until they are required.
I looked at Jeff, and he just looked back at me, no smile, just a matter-of-fact look on his face. Of course, I knew that Max would have put Jeff up to this. I thought I would play along and see how far they would go. Max coughed again, then grunted as if to punctuate the command with his alpha authority. He was so committed to the Alpha role that it was a little funny if I wasn’t the one kneeling naked in a cock cage.
They talked right over me as I knelt next to the table, talking about what they had both been up to for the past few weeks, Jeff talking about what he and I had been doing, but not including me in the conversation. Max polished off his lamb and then mostly focused on feeding Jeff, alternating bites off his own fork and from Jeff’s plate.
Alex, can you refill our glasses, Max said. I got up slowly, my knees a bit sore from kneeling so long and poured the wine. Max made a show of feeding Jeff small bites of lamb while I was pouring the wine; the messiness of it, the way Jeff let his mouth get greasy and shiny, was so infantile, but clearly deliberate. I could hear the wet sounds of their chewing, the clicks of glasses, the occasional contented “mmm” from Jeff as Max loaded his mouth with food.
I was starting to feel hungry when Max dropped a bit of meat on the floor and told me I should eat and keep my strength up, I just looked at him in disbelief, Jeff said, no hands, I looked at Jeff who smiled at me, I bent down and took the meat in my mouth and ate it with Jeff looking at my cock with a smirk on his face, I hadn’t noticed but my cock was leaking a lot, trying to get hard in its cage, this was humiliating but for some reason it was really fucking turning me on, and it wasn’t unnoticed by Jeff and Max.
After finishing their meal, Max told me they would take their coffee in the living room, and I could join them when I had cleaned up and done the dishes. Max took Jeff by the hand and kissed him in front of me, and Jeff just giggled like a loved-up teenager. I cleared the table and put the plates and glasses in the dishwasher, and washed the pots and pans. When I finished cleaning up, I went into the living room.
Jeff and Max were sitting close on the couch, the TV on in the background, but they were clearly far more focused on each other. Max’s hand was on Jeff’s leg, his fingers running along the inside of his thigh with an offhand possessiveness. Jeff was looking up at him with a kind of adoring, hungry awe. Seeing them together like that, the tenderness and the heat, made my stomach twist, some uneasy blend of jealousy and arousal.
“Get over here,” Max said, patting his thigh. “On your knees, good boy.”
The flatness of it, the way my name slipped off so easily, like I’d been doing it for years, sent a tremor through me, but for some reason, I got excited when he called my name. My legs felt weak as I moved into position on the carpet between them, naked and small. I kept my eyes down, hands locked behind my back as instructed, and waited.
Max ran a hand over my hair. “That’s better. Now, tell me, do you like serving your boyfriend?
Do you like waiting on him hand and foot, watching him get treated like a prince? Tell me, honestly, Alex.”
I felt my whole-body tense, heat rising to the skin of my chest and neck. My cock twitched futilely in its cage. I glanced up at Jeff and, for a moment, saw something gentle in his eyes, like he understood exactly how exposed I felt. Max was waiting for an answer, his palm making slow circles on the crown of my head.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, hearing the trace of a quaver in my voice.
Max wasn’t satisfied. “Say it properly. What is it about serving your boyfriend that excites you?”
I swallowed, aware of how silly and earnest I sounded, kneeling naked in my own lounge, Jeff and Max both fully dressed, the cut-glass light fixtures making everything feel even more exposed.
“I like making Jeff happy. And… I like how it feels to be told what to do,” I said. I think I knew what this was leading to; it was a part of Max’s terms that I had agreed to.
Max told me to kneel between his legs. He moved my mouth to the head of his cock, although it wasn’t unexpected, I almost died with humiliation when liquid started coming out of his cock, it had an acrid beer taste to it. I looked at Jeff, who had a shocked look on his face. I don’t think he knew this was going to happen.
The stream started to get stronger, and he held my head in place. I had no choice but to start swallowing his piss; it was coming out faster, and I couldn’t swallow it all with some of the piss streaming down my chin and the rest of my body, fuck, why was my dick leaking like a faucet? Why was the thought of drinking Max’s piss turning me on so much? Once he finished, he looked at me and told me you will do better next time. Now clean this mess up, Jeff and I will be in the bedroom.
After cleaning up the mess and jumping in the shower to clean the piss off me, I walked into our bedroom with a naked Jeff and Max making out, Max pointed to the floor, and I knelt on the floor watching them kiss. After a bit, Max told me to get Jeff’s ass ready for the fuck of his life.
Jeff was on his back with his legs in the air, I started licking my boyfriend’s hole, licking around the rim and then opening his hole up with my tongue, I grabbed the lube from the side table and stuck one of my fingers in his ass to loosen him up, he was so hot against my finger, I added another and he was moaning now begging Max for his huge cock.
Max crawled up the bed, his thick cock already drooling lube onto the sheets. He pressed the head against Jeff’s slicked, open hole, grinding in small circles while Jeff squirmed under him. I had a full view, crouched at the foot of the bed in my humiliation, watching my boyfriend’s body shudder in anticipation.
Max looked down at me, his eyes wicked. “You did a good job prepping him, but now you can do better. Hold his legs open, make sure you’ve got a good view, while I fuck him.”
I crawled up, trembling a little. I hooked Jeff’s knees in each crook of my elbow, my face close enough to his cock to see every throb and pulse, close enough to taste the sweet-salty drips of precum that beaded out. I couldn’t stop myself from licking it, a reflex, maybe an instinct. Both of them watched as I tongued Jeff’s cock.
Max started with a slow fuck, letting Jeff get used to the thickness. Jeff was moaning, fuck yes, give me that cock, Max looked at me and said this is what your boyfriend needs, a real man’s cock, not the little thing you have between your legs. He started talking to Jeff, isn’t that right, Jeff? Tell your boyfriend that you need my fat cock in your ass and not his small dick.
Jeff looked at me, his eyes blown out, oh fuck, he’s right, babe. Max’s cock is so much thicker and longer than yours. The way he fucks me, touches places that you can’t, he’s way better than you; he makes me feel so good. I couldn’t believe Jeff was saying this, humiliating me in front of Max.
He was looking at me, moaning, oh fuck Max, your cock is hitting all the right spots, fuck me harder, harder. Max started to throw in some quick thrusts in quick succession. I could tell he wasn’t going to last very long. He started to make out with Jeff again, then Jeff screamed out as his cock started to spew out thick ropes of cum without him even touching his cock. Fuck I knew I could never give that to Jeff, a hands-free orgasm.
Max grunted loudly; he thrust one more time and then unloaded into Jeff’s hole. He was out of breath. He lay next to Jeff and looked at me and told me to come and clean his cock off. I couldn’t move, I was so pissed off and humiliated with Jeff for what he had said about Max fucking much better than I could.
Suddenly, I had tears in my eyes, and I got up and left the room, fuck them, I thought, it was meant to be roleplay that was enjoyable for all of us, not just Max and Jeff. I felt humiliated by Jeff, especially after he told me he would stick up for me and back me up. I went to the lounge room and turned the TV on.
I was still coming to grips with how I felt at that moment. There were parts of the evening I loved and other parts I hated. I had enjoyed being controlled and serving Jeff and Max; I didn’t even mind Max pissing in my mouth. But Jeff didn’t have my back tonight; he looked after himself and Max, but not me.
It was another 45 minutes before Max and Jeff came downstairs. Fuck I would have expected that Jeff would come down straight away and ask what was wrong, but no.
I could feel tears running down my face. I had made a mistake by agreeing to the evening, not really knowing what was going to be involved. Jeff saw Max to the door and then came into the living room.
He could tell I had been crying and hugged me, asking me what was wrong. Was it too much? I thought you were having a great time, he said, your cock didn’t stop leaking all night.
I looked at him angrily and told him you weren’t my boyfriend tonight; you were Max’s boyfriend. You told me you would look after me, but instead, you humiliated me in front of Max. He looked at me with a shocked look on his face and said, I thought this was what you wanted, babe. I thought you would use the safe word if you wanted me to stop. It was all part of the cuck roleplay.
Jeff took the key to the cock cage and unlocked my cock.
It was not one of the fucking items on my list to be humiliated by my boyfriend I yelled at him, and you know it. If you want to spend so much time with Max, go and pack your fucking bag and go to him.
Jeff looked at me, stunned.
Why was my cock so fucking hard? It was rock hard the instant the cock cage came off my cock. I left Jeff standing there and stomped upstairs to the bedroom and slammed the door shut.
As soon as I was in the room, I wrapped my hand around my cock, I was picturing Max fucking Jeff’s ass, fuck, I was lucky to last 1 minute, and I was moaning, shooting hard into my fist.
To be continued…..
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