My story and originally published elsewhere. All characters are of legal age/18+.
This story is about dominance, cuckolding, chastity, being a houseboy, and consensual inequality. If that's not what you're into, move on to another story instead of telling me how much you hate the clearly labeled subject matter.
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Our homelife continued like this for a couple of month. It became a comfortable routine: Master Oliver would have a couple of dates per week, which I would set up for him. Sometimes they'd fuck at home; other times in a hotel room, or they didn't always fuck on a first date. Some men liked to humiliate me, though that was never the 'main course', others simply ignored my presence. When men were not quite comfortable with the cuckold dynamic, I made sure to stay out of sight, or even to leave the house. Some men he would see repeatedly, many were just one-night stands.
On nights that he didn't have a date, he'd usually use one or both of my holes -- sometimes roughly, at other times more tender -- and we'd often just cuddle up on the sofa together, of course only after I had done all my chores and gotten his permission to sit on the sofa. Frequently, of course, he'd also have me kneel at his feet and worship them instead. Either way, it is quality time together and I am grateful for it.
I was happy to see him get so much sexual pleasure from so many beautiful men, but I also knew that he was getting somewhat frustrated. While many of the dates were super hot, there was something missing for him. He told me that what he really wanted was somebody he could see move in with us, with the two of them being the main couple, and me being both his submissive partner and slave and houseboy to both of them. He wanted somebody he could love as much as he loved me, not just some good dick. The only thing equal in this relationship would be his love for both of us.
The dynamic he described sounded not only incredibly hot, but also just wonderful and beautiful. I told him I would want nothing more than being the loved houseboy and slave of Him and a man he equally loved. It was difficult to find such a man, however, as most men contacting him through the apps seemed much more interested in a hot night than in such a thruple. However, we continued looking and in the meanwhile he'd be getting good dick if nothing else.
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In the end, it was not one of the dating profiles that would change our whole dynamic for the better. It was when he grabbed some drinks with his colleagues after work that he locked eyes with Felix -- or, to me now: Master Felix. He came home late that night. They had chatted for a long time, ended up making out, but they didn't have sex that night. He told me all about it as I massaged his feet, and then sucked his dick. It was clear to me that he was falling in love.
It was, of course, hardly the first time that I listened to him tell me all about another man. He never keeps anything from me, and I never keep anything from him (though, there's of course not nearly as much exciting news from my life to tell). But, this was different. Usually he tells me about how hot the sex with a date was to make me jealous and to remind me of what I have given up for him -- a regular sex life. He even likes to grant me a rare orgasm while he tells me about a great lay, or he sits on my face and I eat the cum of the guy he's telling me about out of his pussy. But, this was different. He wasn't even telling me about sex, he was telling me about the man -- his eyes, his broad chest, his beautiful smile, their conversation. I felt like I already knew everything about Felix.
As I was sucking his dick, on my knees between his legs, he told me to slow down several times, as he didn't want to cum just yet. He wanted to talk and fantasize about the man he had just met a bit more. Usually our sex is all about Master Oliver, but today it was really all about the man he had met, Felix. As Master Oliver started to talk more about wanting to sleep with him, and about the dick outlines he thinks he spotted, he took a firmer hold of the back of my head and started pumping his dick deep down my throat. I fought hard not to gag and eventually got to swallow a gigantic load.
After he recovered and I caught my breath, he told me to sit on the sofa next to him. He held me close, ran his fingers through my hair, and told me not to worry, he'll always love me more than he could ever imagine loving anyone. But, he wants to love this new man as well. He explained that he had already mentioned me and the nature of our relationship to the new man, and he didn't seem weirded out: "If anything, he was intrigued."
I just couldn't stop smiling; I was so happy for him, and for us!
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