Last weekend was epic. We met Julie and Nick online, on a fetish site where we were originally hunting for a bull situation. Turns out they were more into swinging and wife-swapping dynamics. Nick is more dominant in their relationship, very confident, very direct. At first it didn’t seem like a perfect fit.

But we kept talking. Messages turned into video chats. Video chats turned into “okay, let’s just try this.” And holy hell, am I glad we did.

The dynamic that formed was interesting. My girlfriend, Julie, and Nick were pretty much on equal ground. All three strong personalities. Lots of eye contact, lots of negotiation, lots of mutual teasing. I, however, was very much not on equal ground.

I was designated the “bitchboy.”

Which, if you know me, is both my dream and my humiliation.

I had to follow orders from all of them. If Julie snapped her fingers, I moved. If Nick told me to kneel, I dropped. If my girlfriend pointed, I was already there. It was chaotic in the best possible way.

I spent a lot of time being useful with my mouth. That was my primary job. Keeping attention exactly where it was wanted, staying low, staying busy, staying quiet unless spoken to. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t enjoy it. I did. A lot. Being surrounded, directed, and used, that hits something deep in my brain.

Nick mostly wanted to focus on the ladies. He has stamina, confidence, and zero hesitation. So while he handled the main action, I stayed deployed wherever I was needed. At one point I realized I hadn’t stood upright in a solid hour.

Eventually, though, the balance shifted. I got unlocked. That moment where the cage comes off and suddenly I’m allowed to participate on a slightly higher level? It always feels surreal.

I was allowed to focus on Julie while Nick and my girlfriend continued their own chaos nearby. I won’t lie… I did not last as long as Nick. Not even close. Guy is built like a machine. Meanwhile I was overstimulated, mentally fried, and way too turned on from everything leading up to that point.

By the end of the night we were sweaty, laughing, tangled, and completely wrecked.

Equal ground for them.
Obedient chaos for me.

Exactly how it should be.