I prepared my master's lunch and delivered it to him on my knees. Unless directly ordered to do so, I never stand on my two feet in his presence.
When out of his sight I'm usually standing, but just before I get to the room he's in I will drop to my knees to bring it the rest of the way.
He's relaxing on the couch watching TV. I put the tray over his lap.
I get on all fours in front of him and he rests his feet on my back for an hour or so while he enjoys the meal I prepared.
He takes his feet off my back. That's my cue that he's done with his meal.
I get on my knees and take his tray back to the kitchen. As soon as I'm out of his sight I get on my two feet again.
Back in the kitchen I clean the dishes and make him a latte. He always has one after lunch.
I hand it to him on my knees and eagerly wait for any service he may require. He scrolls his phone as he slowly enjoys the drink I made for him.
Looks like he's on Grindr.
He finishes his drink and hands me the cup. He unzips his pants and pulls out his penis. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me towards his crotch. He inserts his penis into my mouth and pisses down my throat. When he's done I thank him for his gift, and take the cup back to the kitchen and wash it.
I return and kneel in my usual spot waiting for any further instructions he may have. He stands up and heads towards the door.
"Wait there on your knees until I return."
"Yes, sir."
His words are powerful. I always obey him. He doesn't have to monitor me or enforce his commands. He knows that I'm so completely owned by him that I can't even contemplate disobeying.
So, I kneel in that spot for hours. I meditate to pass the time. Meditation is one of the reasons I have such incredible self control. I think about all the ways I can better serve him.
I'm not sure what time it is. But it's dark out and I hear voices approaching. The door opens. It's my master and a beautiful twink with him. He's on a date.
The twink notices me and has a concerned look on his face. I guess it's odd seeing a guy wearing nothing more than a tight collar and lacy pink panties kneeling on the floor.
My master notices the twink's concern.
"He's nobody, just ignore him."
And the twink does as he's told. It's as if I'm not even there anymore. This is the power my master has over others.
They sit on the couch and have a nice conversation. My master is quite charming.
"Wine. Two glasses."
"Yes, sir."
I bring them their wine. The twink doesn't even look at me when I hand him his. I return to my spot.
After talking and flirting, their dynamic turns more romantic. They kiss passionately. Necking. Hands in shirts. Hands down pants.
In all the years I have served him, my master hasn't once kissed or embraced me. The closest we've come to kissing are the frequent make out sessions I get to have with his asshole.
I prefer it this way. A kiss is something between equals and I am not his equal. But I do feel a twinge of jealousy that this nobody, this stranger, this twink, gets a privilege I've never had.
He's younger than me. He's prettier and slimmer too. Damn that twink is gorgeous.
It's been years since I looked that hot. I do my best to maintain my looks for my master. But there's only so much one can do to hold back the march of time. I've long passed twink death.
Is he looking for my replacement? What will become of me? This is the only life I've known for years. I gave my youth to this master. Where will I go? What will I do?
They start to really get intimate. Clothes are off and my master has placed the twink's head over the armrest of the couch and is throatfucking him. My favorite position.
Of course this weak twink can't take it like I can. My master is going pretty easy on him. He's never been this gentle with me.
I try to look away.
My master notices and says "keep watching, boy!"
"Yes, sir."
I must obey his commands. Every fiber of my being is compelled to obey him in all things.
It is agony watching this twink enjoy what I really want. My master looks over at me and smiles from time to time. He knows what he's doing. He's tormenting me on purpose.
Dear reader, I'm concerned about you. You must think I'm being horribly abused here. But you are wrong.
I'm not in chains. The doors are not bolted. If I wanted I could stand up right now and walk out of this place and never return. My master would not try to stop me.
My act of submission is an act of free will. I remain here day after day of my own choice. My master would have it no other way. He doesn't force anyone to do anything they don't want to do.
I was in a few romantic relationships of equals before I met my master. They were nice. And that was the problem. I don't like nice.
My master knew what I was the moment he laid eyes on me. He peered into the depths of my soul and enchanted me with his masculinity, strength, and power. He owned me at first glance.
He knew exactly how to treat me like dirt in all the ways I love. And how to treat me like a princess in the one or two ways I need. He's never crossed any of my boundaries.
I owe him everything. He freed me from the mundane life of a normie and gave me the life I always wanted, a plaything for a great man.
I have loved every moment of this cuck torture, and my master knows it. And that's why he does it. I give him everything he wants and he does the same for me.
My master allows the twink to jack off while my master's cock is in his throat. He hasn't allowed me to pleasure myself in months. The twink even cums first! I would be severely punished for such selfishness.
My master finishes, and the twink gets the gift of a mouthful of his cum. He doesn't even thank him, the little shit. Master hands the twink some tissues to clean himself up with.
"Just throw it on the floor, it'll all be cleaned up later," he tells him.
The two sit beside each other again. Cuddling, kissing, whispering sweet nothings, giggling.
Never in all these years have I once shared such a moment with him. They get dressed, and the twink leaves.
We'll never see him again, but another will be along whenever it pleases my master.
After my master escorts the twink out, he leaves the room. He comes back with a wooden chair and places it in the middle of the room.
"Sit."
"Yes, sir."
After I sit he kneels down and unlocks my cock cage. First time in maybe a year.
He wraps my head in plastic film and puts me in a choke hold. I can't breathe. My favorite way to cum.
His masculine arm feels so good around my neck.
"Jack yourself off, and only think about what you saw me do to the twink. You're not allowed to think of anything else. Make sure all your cum lands on the floor. Then lick it up like a good boy."
I let out a very muffled "yes, sir."
After I cum. He releases the choke hold and removes the plastic wrap. He watches as I lick up the mess. He laughs at me and calls me names as I do it.
"Stand"
"Yes, sir."
He locks my penis in the cage again. I then immediately bow before him. I kiss his feet and thank him for this reward I didn't deserve.
"Clean up the mess the twink left. Put the chair back where it belongs. Clean yourself up, eat something, and rest. I expect my breakfast in bed tomorrow at the usual time."
"Yes, sir."
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