Here’s my new life, and it’s honestly great.
My girlfriend, who I now simply call Goddess, took me back. We’re living in her two-bedroom apartment, but my favorite spot is the big front room that overlooks the river. There’s a balcony too, and the view is incredible.
Most nights I’m allowed to sleep in her bed. But my role here is clear. I’m her cuck boy. I serve. I support. I obey. And sometimes, on special occasions, I watch.
Last night was one of those occasions. The first since we got back together.
She invited over Bryce, a guy we’ve played with before. Honestly? He’s one of my favorites. He’s reliable, respectful, shows up on time, and just gets the job done. He doesn’t try to insert himself into our dynamic – he just does what Goddess needs.
Last night, what she needed was to be taken hard. And Bryce delivered.
I was standing, naked, watching as he fucked her rough, just how she likes it. My whole body ached with the need to be in bed with them, but I knew my place. At one point, Bryce took a break and motioned for me to come closer, then told me to go down on her while he took a break. I looked at Goddess. She opened her legs. That was all I needed.
I went down on her, worshiping her the only way I was allowed. But then Bryce returned, pulled me away, and re-entered her. I could see it all building. She came hard, her third orgasm. Then he did too. Every time, the guy blows huge loads. This time was no exception, Goddess had his cum in her, on her, and dripping out.
My job after? Cleanup. Every drop. He makes a mess, but I’ve had worse. Bryce’s cum actually tastes pretty good. He says it’s the berries in his morning smoothies. Mixed with the taste of my Goddess brought me pretty close to the edge.
The other thing I like about Bryce is that he knows when it’s time to go. Goddess doesn’t usually want her bulls to hang around, unless they’re one of her marathon guys. Bryce? He fucks long and hard, he finishes, he thanks her, and he leaves. Quiet. Respectful. No drama. He hangs around just long enough to watch me clean up as he’s getting his clothes on.
I walked him to the door. Dude shook my hand. Class act.
I know more nights like this are coming. And when they do, I’ll be ready. Right where I belong.
It takes real power to be a sub, bro.
You show a lot of it. A lot of class as well.
I dug the read.