Ethan permitted my son and I to have clothes on to meet his parents. Thank god.
"Hi Captain Nelson." Lucas said, giving me a salute for old times sake. I laughed, saluting him back.
"At ease, Lucas. Cut that shit out, it's Michael out here." I shook the hand of his husband, Matt. I could tell they were both toned, unlike their son. I wondered why Ethan never hit the gym, especially with two buff dads as role models. Now that I think of it- everyone in this house was built, except for Ethan. Yet that didn't stop him from commanding the room.
"Paul, help them with their bags." Ethan said, ordering my son in front of everyone. I gulped, what little domineering side of me left feeling a hint of shame. Paul definitely didn't feel the same. He did it with a smile, catching up with Matt and Lucas.
I shifted awkwardly, not feeling like a man in my own home. Ethan rested his hand on my ass, giving it a little squeeze.
"I want you to actually get to know them, don't worry." He whispered.
"In the meanwhile, this will have to keep you company." He smirked, shoving his hand down the back of my pants, pressing against my butt plug roughly. I winced, trying to be quiet. Ethan chuckled to himself.
"Good girl."
I was nervous of what's to come. Would Ethan make me bitch out in front of his dads and let them take turns on my new pussy? Surely not, I hoped. I couldn't imagine him sharing his boys with someone else, even if they're family. What would Lucas think of his former captain, willingly taking dick from his own son? He would tell the whole division how 'Captain Tightass' took on a whole new meaning.
But beneath all of this anxiety, I felt alive. It felt good submitting to Ethan, surrendering to another man and letting him make the decisions. Being stripped of my masculinity and power made me feel vulnerable, and so very horny.
"I've dribbled a bit of pre-cum, daddy." I looked down, feeling shameful that he made me feel this way, but so turned on to admit it to him.
"Have you?" He quipped, shifting his hand from my plug to my caged manhood. He smiled as he raised his hand to the light, watching my glistering precum. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, knowing what's to come.
"You're a real trained bitch now, aren't you?" Ethan shoved his fingers into my mouth, feeding me my dribble.
"Yes, daddy." I said with my mouth full.
Ethan took his hand out and gave me a few quiet slaps, wiping the rest of my spit on my face.
"Thank you for putting me in my place." I muttered with shame. My dick was now straining against the cage, trying to free itself. The little exchange I had with my new master turned me unbelievably on, I thought my dick might just break free of its new pink cage.
As if on cue, my son and Ethan's dads emerged from their guest room, having settled their bags in. I looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with them after what their son just did to me.
"Shall we hit the pool?" Ethan suggested, not taken back by what transpired.
"That sounds like a great idea! I can get the grill going!" My son beamed, setting off to get the grill started before anyone could intervene.
"Guess that decides it!" Matt said, everyone returning to their rooms to get changed.
I opened my wardrobe and paused. Ethan gave me a pink speedo and told me that I was to only use it from now on. Surely he didn't mean I had to wear it in front of his parents too? I was conflicted, holding onto the bright speedos in my hands. I dug around and found my old boardshorts I wore before Ethan turned me into his bitch. I didn't want to upset my master, but I also didn't want to ruin my military reputation.
I put on the pink speedo and watched myself in the reflection. The tight speedo left nothing left to the imagination, outlining my equally pink cage underneath. My ass bulged the speedo in the back, accentuating my large curve I worked hard to achieve. My once hairy chest now shined smooth. What used to represent power to me now felt feminine, like it was something for Ethan to take pleasure from. I looked like a slutty bitch, wanting to be used hard.
Better safe than sorry. I kept the pink speedo on, and wore the broad shorts over them. I left for the pool and sat on a lounger, waiting for the others.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
I whipped my head around quickly, and saw Ethan with fury on his face.
"I, uh-" I started, but was cut off with a hard slap.
"What did I tell you?" Ethan raged. "Bitches wear what they're fucking told, faggot."
"Yes, sir." I said, quickly taking the shorts off, stripping to my speedos.
"Much fucking better. I'm going to have to punish you later." He said, trying to calm himself down. I nodded softly, accepting the punishment like the submissive bitch I had become. I felt shame in letting Ethan down, the man who exposed me to so much pleasure I had never experienced before.
"Why don't you see how I just want the best for you? You're a fag, I'm helping you to admit it." He sighed, walking behind me and reaching around to grab my cage.
