the life of a sub boy

After a year of mostly living a mundane, cautious life with my parents in the times of Corona, i decided yesterday to take a plunge. For the last nine months, i have maintained a daily text correspondence with my Sir, and a couple months back, we had spoken about the possibility of me moving in with Him. Due to personal dynamics with my parents that i needn’t go into, i felt at the time that, while such an arrangement sounded wonderful, it wasn’t feasible. Despite my answer at the time, my Sir graciously left me an open invitation to move in with Him, should there come a time when such an arrangement would be feasible.

Since that discussion, the idea of me moving in with my Sir often circled my mind. And the more i thought about it, the greater my desire became to turn that fantasy into a reality. And so, it was the day after Christmas that i broached the subject to my parents (albeit the PG version so as not to shock their… traditional mindsets). And after some emotional back-and-forth over the next few days, they eventually came to understand my desire for a change of pace, especially in this rather soul-crushing time.

And so, i was able to have the pleasure of informing my Sir yesterday on His birthday that i had navigated the emotional minefield of my parents and that i could move in with Him as early as next weekend, assuming circumstances hadn’t changed regarding His invitation. To my relief, He informed me that they hadn’t and that He’d be happy to welcome me into His home next weekend.

And so this brings me to today. my Sir texted me not too long ago tasking me to articulate my feelings about this formative moment of my life: a moment when my submission will no longer be a text-based correspondence or a weekend tryst, but rather a lifestyle. The start of journey in which real life and a life of submission will start to blend together.

By the racing of my heart as i type this, i would be lying if i said this step in my life doesn’t, to some extent, terrify me. Over the course of my life as a gay man, having experienced it closeted and out, i’ve developed a hyperawareness of what society — even in Southern California — deems worthy of being accepted, worthy of being tolerated, and worthy of being scorned. Maybe i have too cynical a view of the Zeitgeist, but i am fairly certain that being a submissive bottom boy in a live-in Dom/sub relationship would fall in the latter category for most of society — even in Southern California. There is a part of me screaming right now, demanding i suppress these deep impulses of my id, reverse my decision, and revert back to satisfying my urges in solitude (via porn or erotica). i have stringently compartmentalized my two lives for this long, i think to myself. Surely, i can keep this up for a few decades more.

However, on the other hand, a part of me knows that such a reversion would be too bleak to bear. Over the last nine months, there have definitely been moments where i have felt very low. Moments where my spirit has felt constrained, where my mind has felt stagnant, where my being has felt unnourished. As much as a part of me wants to deny it, submission has a deeply energizing effect on me. It satisfies something in me that i can best describe as a sexual life force: invigorating me when it’s gratified, paralyzing me when it’s neglected.

Additionally, when i snap out of the sort of catastrophizing that leads to nightmarish visions of the cruelest forms of public shaming in that puritanical part of my brain, i realize such visions are ridiculous fears rooted in ego. Realistically, most people probably don’t care what i do in my private life. Most often, people are too concerned about their own lives and how they are being perceived. And since i have no aspirations of being a politician or A-list actor, i highly doubt the tabloids would ever care to write an exposé on me. Also, taking this step doesn’t mean i can’t have a public and private life. All it means is that submission will play a more significant role in my private life.

More than anything though, i feel excited about this move. i’m taking this step with not just any man, but with my Sir, an intelligent Dominant man with whom i’ve come to be well-acquainted over the last year or so, who makes for an excellent conversationalist, who fulfills me both in and out of the bedroom, who i feel very fortunate to have as a part of my life. my Sir is a man that i find very physically attractive, with whom i feel very compatible sexually and otherwise, and for whom i feel i would feel invigorated serving as a live-in sub boy. When i picture a life living with Him, it sounds perfect: a life where i’d remotely work my 9-to-5, have an hour a day for my artistic pursuits, another hour to get a workout in to keep molding my body (particularly, my ass) for His pleasure, and then be able to dedicate the rest of the time to serve my Sir in all the ways He pleases. my Sir has proven time and time again how skilled He is at making me as a sub feel so submissive, making Him as a Dom feel so in control, and making sex feel so damn sexy. The thought of taking that taste of submission i’ve gotten from my weekends and texts with Him and amplifying it — to a point where i can feel so much more submissive than i ever have in my life — has made my rockhard boydick ooze pre-cum all over my briefs as i type this.

Last Friday afternoon, i found myself once again on a familiar kind of road trip. This time, my destination is Sin City. Just as before, my hairless ass is squirming in the driver’s seat in anticipation, my boydick throbbing in one of the jockstraps my Sir gifted me in Palm Springs, my boyhole covertly enema-ed in the communal company bathroom in my last hour of work. There is one significant difference though: i’m now wearing a gleaming metal chain around my neck. You see, in between my weekend in Palm Springs and this weekend in Vegas, i also enjoyed a wonderful weekend serving Sir in San Diego, during which Sir honored me with a tender gift: a metal chain collar that i could wear in my day-to-day as a constant reminder of His ownership of me. And wear it i did, every day for the next two weeks, all the way to Valentine’s Day. It brings me such pleasure to think about how i’m a collared sub boy now, how the longer i wear my collar, the more it affirms my devotion to serving my Sir.

It is with this mindset that i arrive at our hotel at around 10:30 pm. i park in the lot then text Sir that i’ve arrived. i then grab my backpack and walk over to the hotel, where Sir is waiting in the lobby. We ride up the elevator then make our way down the hallway. Upon arriving at the room, Sir fastened a small lock to my chain collar - signifying that, on an even deeper level, i am His for the weekend - then tells me to shower so that i can be as clean as can be to serve Him. i make sure to shower thoroughly, dry off, and exit the bathroom. Sir’s lying in bed, and i’m drawn to Him. i climb onto the bed, bring my head to His crotch, and moan as my tongue makes contact with Sir’s cock, savoring that musky taste i had been craving for the last two weeks. i lap my tongue all over Sir’s tasty cock and balls, rubbing my face  in them as i deeply inhale His scent. i’m always so quickly brought to such a submissive headspace with each sniff of Sir’s crotch. After reveling in it for some time, i take His cock in my mouth and begin to go to town, sucking it with vigor. Once Sir has had His fill of my cocksucking, He slips His hard, saliva-coated cock out of my lips and has me lie on my back, legs up. i gaze up at Him, communicating with my entire being just how badly i yearn for His cock in my ass. Sir smiles down at me, knowing exactly how badly i need it. He grabs my thighs, positions His cockhead at the entrance of my boyhole, and slowly enters. He moans as i feel Him fill up as perfectly as He always does. He pushes and pushes until He’s balls deep. He generously waits a moment then starts working His cock in and out of me, all the while i just lie there, enraptured by His sexual prowess. His sexy manly face looking down at me with that lustful gaze. Once he’s gotten to a perfect pace of fucking my boyhole, He grabs my rockhard boydick and starts masturbating it. Just that act brings me very close to cumming. i ask for Sir’s permission to cum and He grants it. i rapidly get closer and closer as He starts pounding my hole harder and harder. My face contorts in all sorts of ways and then i proceed to cum a two week load. i’m moaning and my body’s shaking. Moments later, Sir cums deep in my ass. As i feel His cock pump His sperm up my hole, i make sure to squeeze my ass to wordlessly communicate my pleasure to Him. Sir smiles down at me, then bends down and kisses me, and i relish the taste of His kiss.

Eventually, He pulls out. i clean up in the bathroom, we get dressed, and then we head out to grab a quick bite to eat (since i hadn’t eaten since lunch that day and was feeling a bit peckish). We then return to the hotel, and soon after, we are off to sleep.

The next morning, i wake up after a very restful night’s sleep. i turn to Sir who’s already awake. He leans in and kisses me. my boydick is quick to respond to His touch. It is not long before i make my way down to Sir’s cock and take His delicious cock between my lips again. i never get tired of sucking that cock. Lost in the throws of cocklust, i’m snapped out of my daze at some point when Sir pulls me off His cock, has me lie on my chest, climbs up behind, thrusts His hard cock inside my ass, and pins me to the bed as He proceeds to piston His cock in and out of me. i’m rapturously morning. Sir’s grunting in my ear. He fucks my right little boyhole with His fat cock hard, knowing how much i love to take it. He fucks and fucks, harder and harder, until i finally feel Him erupt inside. i turn my head to Him and He sticks His tongue deep in my mouth as His cum keeps seeping inside me. What a way to start the morning.

We shower, get dressed, then grab breakfast. As it is Vegas, we spend some time gambling at a casino, then head back to the hotel to get changed. We hit the Strip, grabbing some dinner before heading to see the Cirque du Soleil show Zumanity, an erotic acrobatics show that ended up being quite amazing. We then gambled some more until before we knew it, it was 3 am, so we headed back to the hotel.

Upon arriving back to our room, we both seemed a bit sleepy so we disrobed, got into bed, and cuddled up close. But as i lay beside Sir, my naked form pressed against His, my boydick couldn’t help but harden. To be in the presence of Sir lights my fire like nothing else. Sir stares at me with a smile, and i smile back. i sheepishly ask, “May i suck Your cock, Sir?” He replies something to the effect of saying that He hadn’t showered, but i quickly reply that i did not care. i scramble down to His crotch and proceed to take a deep whiff of His intoxicatingly manly smell. i moan and nuzzle my face and tongue all over His cock, balls, and taint, deeply sniffing and vigorously lapping every inch, experiencing an absolutely incredible hit of oxytocin to my sub boy brain. At some point, Sir stands and has me lie on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed upside down. He slips His cock balls deep down my throat and i utter a muffled moan as my body quivers in ecstasy. i start bobbing my head on His cock like the cocksucker i am. Sir bends over and starts stroking my boydick. i almost cum right there. i slip my mouth off His cock to ask for His permission to cum, to which He says, “Yes, boy.” i proceed to start feverishly cocksucking. i‘m so fucking turned on at this point. i’m on the brink of cumming, and i know it’s going to be huge. i get closer and closer and closer until my boydick finally spurts. i feel myself shoot all over my chest. Sir slips His cock out of my mouth, strokes a few times, then cums Himself, shooting all over my face and in my mouth. i eagerly lap at His cock, swallowing all the cum i can get. To think Sir has already cum twice on this trip and His load is still so huge. Once i’ve swallowed all that i can, my lips pull of His cock. A few minutes later, we realize just how tired we both are, and we both fall asleep shortly after.

The next morning, the plan was for me to be on my way (Sir had Monday off from work; i alas did not). However, fortunately, i was able to get one more taste of Sir’s sex. At some point, as we lie in bed that morning, Sir leans over and starts kissing me expertly as He always does. He brings His body close to mine, and i make it clear that i’m hungry for whatever He’s going to give me. i don’t have to wait too long to find out as He soon orders me to lie on my back and i promptly obey. He spits on His cock, spits on my boyhole, then slides inside me. He fucks me hard and good, all the while He strokes my rockhard boydick, until we cum at about the same time. He then bends down and kisses me, and i just get to enjoy lying there with His cock in my ass and my arms wrapped around Him as He kisses me.

i then shower, get dressed, and pack. Sir removes the small lock from my chain collar, gives me a kiss, then i head off on my way, to my car, to my journey home after a very satisfying weekend.

i always look forward to my visits with Sir, and my upcoming visit this weekend is no different. It fills me with such joy knowing that in less than 48 hours i’ll be back in my coveted place of submission of serving my Sir. my boydick is rock hard and leaking as i type this. my heart is racing. The mere thought of service to Sir is so revitalizing and restorative. Suffice it to say, a weekend’s long taste of service has the potential of filling me with such profound warmth and peace of mind. This weekend, i’ll be able to rid my mind of all the work worries, financial fidgeting, and general anxieties. The moment Sir places a collar around my neck, i know my main purpose is to give Him pleasure, which in turn will give me pleasure, and everything else simply fades away.

i could go on and on about all the ways i yearn for a weekend with Sir in general, so allow me to go into more detail about what i yearn for about this particular weekend specifically. Since this weekend i’ll be serving Sir at His home in San Diego, one aspect of the weekend i’m looking forward to is the titillating protocol i’ve become well acquainted with. i look forward to that moment when i will enter His home, remove all my clothes except for a jockstrap, kneel facing the door, and feel Sir’s presence behind me as He secures a collar, wrist and ankle straps, and a blindfold on my body. i yearn for the moment when He’ll guide me through His home as i blindly follow, effectively reinforcing in my mind just how in control He is of me. i yearn for the moment when Sir will lie in bed and tell me to blindly find my way to His perfect cock and balls, to which i’ll promptly inch my way around the bed until i finally make contact with some part of His legs. i eagerly anticipate the moment after contact when i’ll move my mouth up one of His thighs, peppering His manly physique with tender kisses, until i arrive at His potent virility. There, i’ll be sure to take a nice big whiff — since His cock and balls always smell so fucking good — before i begin slowly running my tongue along His musky balls and hardening cock, savoring His taste. It isn’t long before i won’t be able to help but run my tongue up to the head of His thick cock, wrap my cocksucker lips around it, and slowly take Him down to the base of His shaft, coating it with the copious amount of saliva that has accumulated in my mouth in such a short time due to my ravenous cocklust of Sir’s perfect cock. Sucking Sir’s cock after a weeks-long withdrawal instantly puts me in an elevated level of subspace, a state i can only describe as a “cocksucker’s high”. In this state, i’m usually moaning and inhaling and licking and sucking with such incredible fervor, lost in a trance until the moment Sir pulls His boyspit-slick cock out of my mouth, stands from the bed, repositions me on my back, lines His cock up to my hole, and slowly enters me. He graciously allows me adjust to His incredible girth, then proceeds to start fucking my boyhole as good as He always does. Usually, He either removes my blindfold right before He enters me or in the midst of thrusting into me. Either way, it’s a perfect way of getting reacquainted with Sir’s perfect cock: feeling him fuck me as a world of black turns to a wonderful POV of me gazing up at Sir as He looks down at me with a smile, His cock deep in my ass. He fucks me good and hard until He finally moans. i feel His cock shoot inside me, and thus marks the beginning of an incredible weekend of sex and submission.

In addition to eagerly anticipating Sir’s sexual prowess, i also have grown to look forward to the more strictly sadomasochistic elements of our play. Particularly, i yearn for being in that thrilling position where Sir has a plan for a session that is unbeknownst to me. It is in those particular sessions on this sort of weekend with Sir that Sir has introduced me to all sorts of wonderful activities. Sir was the first to mummify me (and did so incredibly skillfully). Sir was also the first to introduce me to electro play, wherein i was bound to a bed by my ankles and wrists and Sir supplied varying degrees of electric shocks to my boydick, boyballs, and boyhole. At first, it was a bit... shocking, but with Sir’s guidance, i’ve actually grown to find some pleasure in it: the thought of me gritting my teeth and bearing the pain of electro for Sir. The image of my squirming, writhing, whimpering form willingly taking Sir’s electric shocks, all the while He watches, taking pleasure in it and expressing His pleasure vocally to me, makes my boydick hard as i recall it now. It fills me with such pleasure knowing how willing i am to debase myself and endure pain as a testament to my desire to please Sir and affirm His power over me. And it particularly turns me on that the pain is usually followed by the great reward of taking Sir’s cock up my ass and being filled with His cum once again, cementing that psychological association in my mind between taking pain and receiving pleasure. i too look forward to whatever Sir has in store for me on this front.

Lastly, i also quite look forward to the time in between the play. As i stated in my previous post, contrary to the trope of the sociopathic leatherman, Sir is a very pleasant conversationalist. i’ve enjoyed many a wonderful moment with Sir out to eat, out on a day trip, and out to the San Diego gay bar scene, all the while engaging in a cordial repartee with Sir, discussing our lives, our interests, world events, etc. i’ve also savored the moments when we just simply stayed in, watching something on Netflix or napping as i nestle against Him. It is in these moments that help normalize the lifestyle to me, allowing me to see that a day in the life of a Dom/sub relationship isn’t as outlandish as i assumed and can actually be quite nice.

my Sir DomTopMW tasked me to pen a recap of my weekend with Him, and as a result, i’ve written the following piece of smutty non-fiction. Enjoy!

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On the first weekend of the new year, i found myself once again sitting in traffic, my boydick twitching in my skinny jeans. It was Friday, i had just finished work, and now i was driving out from Los Angeles to Palm Springs for the weekend. i’d become accustomed to taking this sort of weekend trip every few weeks or so — the promise of an idyllic weekend with Sir awaiting me at my destination — yet that is not at all to say it had become routine. On the contrary, a weekend with Sir had consistently proven to be a blissful respite to the mundanity of weekdays spent at a passionless job, an invigorating indulgence of my submissive desires, and a rapturous re-experience of being under the control of the skilled, sexy dominant man that is Sir.

Aside from a rest stop to use an enema to ensure my ass was clean for Sir, it was a straight shot to Palm Springs, arriving at the hotel at around 7:45 pm. i got out my car, grabbed my backpack and water bottle from the backseat, then grabbed the ticket from the valet. As i entered the hotel, i texted Sir to let Him know that i’d arrived. A moment later, He replied with the room number. As i took the elevator to the second floor and walked down a long stretch of hallway to the room, i could feel my hard boydick leaking all over my jockstrap.

Finally arriving at the door, i knocked. A moment later, the door opened, and there was Sir standing on the other side, greeting me with a warm smile. Just seeing Sir in the flesh after weeks without Him always fills me with such pleasure. Everything about Sir exudes this dominance and virility — a stocky man with a clean-shaven head, salt-and-pepper beard, piercing gaze, and disarming grin — that instantly makes me feel at home. He welcomes me inside and i enter.

As i set my things down, He closes the door behind me. He tells me to take off my clothes, and i promptly do so. As i remove my clothes, i show off my hairless ass, chest, and boydick (having waxed and shaved those areas of my body in the days prior since i know that is what Sir prefers). When i’m down to my jockstrap, He tells me to keep them on, and so i do. i then kneel, clasp my hands behind my back, and bow my head. i hear the sound of clinking metal behind me and my boydick instantly pulsates in anticipation. i feel Sir approach behind then feel the familiar cold of a metal chain on the back of my neck. He reaches around my neck and clicks a tiny lock shut around the ends of the chain. As soon as i hear that lock click, i exhale, all the tension and stress of everyday life fading away, as i once again resume my place as Sir’s collared sub boy. Knowing His effect on me, Sir presses His nude form against my kneeling presence from behind, running His hands over my shoulders and through my hair. i breathe deeply, lost in His touch, until suddenly He has me stand. He turns me around and pulls me into a kiss. I open my mouth and receive His tongue, His beard rubbing against my clean-shaven face, His lips enveloping my lips. His tongue skillfully probes my throat, coating my tongue with His saliva as i revel in the taste of His kiss.

Finally pulling back, Sir walks over to the bed, lies on his back, then motions me to His cock. i promptly climb the bed and place my lips on His belly, peppering Him with kisses as my lips move down to His cock. As i wrap my lips around His semi-hard cock and inhale His manly scent, i let out the most satisfied muffled moan a sub boy could make. Sir groans in approval, placing His hands behind His head to relax, signaling His cocksucker to get to work. Eager to please, i wrap my lips around His cock with just the right tightness and begin to felate Him, careful to cover my teeth and mindful of running my tongue all over His cock as i suck Him, tasting His delicious precum. After some enraptured cocksucking, Sir tells me to focus my attention on His balls. With a wet slurping sound, my mouth pulls off His cock, and i start to run my tongue all over His balls. As i inhale His musky ball scent, it heightens my fervor, and i begin to more vigorously lick and suck on His balls. He groans in pleasure. i notice His cock grow harder. The harder it grows, the more irresistible it becomes, until i just have to take His perfect fat cock in my cocksucker mouth. i slip His cock back into my mouth and go to town. In and out, in and out, i drive my mouth all the way down, high off the taste and scent, lost in a cocksucker haze.

Finally, Sir stands from the bed. He has me kneel on the bed — on my elbows, ass up — and walks up behind me and kneads my ass with His hands. i then feel His beard rub against my ass, and moments later, His lips begin to kiss it all over as i groan in pleasure.

At a certain point, His teeth press into my ass, biting it. Now, although i’m no stranger to Sir’s sadistic tendencies, when they manifest in play, it does admittedly sometimes put me in a bit of a panic and momentarily take me out of my subspace. You see, i personally find no pleasure in pain and don’t have the highest tolerance for it, so when pain is inflicted on me by Sir, even though i always try my best to grit and bear it, it can illicit a strong reaction from me. However, i am always willing to endure it, no matter how much pain i feel, in order to earn His pleasure. So I grit and bear it, whimpering as Sir sinks His teeth in my ass.

After what’s most likely just a moment, He stops and moves His mouth over to my boyhole. As soon as i feel His tongue run up and down my hole, i let out a loud moan. Sir really knows how to tongue fuck a boy’s hole, and i knew i was in for a taste of nirvana. His tongue vigorously laps at my hole, up and down, before slipping inside and darting in and out of my boyhole. i’m absolutely loving it and vocally make it known. In between His tonguing, He inserts a big finger or two into my hole, eliciting louder moans from me. Sir gradually picks up the pace, tongue fucking my hole as i get more and more heated, reaching a point where i didn’t even need to beg for His cock; rather, my moaning and ass in the air were doing all the talking.

Sir’s mouth pulls away from my hole. He tells me to lie on my back. i promptly flip over, resting my head against the pillows. Sir then lifts my legs, presses His cockhead against my hole, and slowly pushes inside. Even though i use my fingers in the days prior to my weekend visits with Sir to make sure i’m ready to take Sir’s girth (i avoid using dildo so that my hole can be as tight as it can be for Sir’s pleasure), i always still find myself wriggling with discomfort as i adjust to His thick size. My brow furrows and face twists as i get re-accustomed to His cock. After a moment, he slowly starts to drive His cock in and out me. And after a few thrusts, my discomfort starts to melts away, gradually replaced by the euphoria of getting fucked by Sir. The feeling of His cock hitting my prostate just right every time, the sound of His balls rhythmically slapping against my ass, His piercing eyes boring into me lustfully as He reestablishes His ownership of my ass, it’s all incredible. Moaning with pleasure, Sir remarks how good my tight hole feels as He starts fucking me harder. In and out, his thick cock fucks me, pounding me as i just lay there, gazing up at Him, mouth agape. He starts to grin as He keeps fucking me hard. i smile back at Him as i continue moaning. He fucks me harder and harder and harder until He yells “Fuck!” and His cum erupts inside me. As I feel His cock pulse inside, i tighten my hole around it, reveling in the sensation, this connection between His primary sex organ and what has now become my primary sex organ — my ass — with His tutelage. He leans in and kisses me as His cum keeps pumping inside me. This moment is admittedly my favorite part, feeling Sir inside me in two different ways: His cock in my ass filling me with His cum, and His tongue in my mouth probing me. It is in those moments that i feel so utterly His.

After a few minutes, Sir finally pulls out of me. He goes to the bathroom, grabs a towel, and graciously wipes my hole. As He does this, He remarks that i seemed to be pretty sensitive to His biting during our play, given that i’ve withstood some painful electro play during previous weekends with Him. i remark that i suppose i’m just more sensitive to biting. “Oh really?” Sir says, as he leans down to where He bit my ass and sinks His teeth into that same exact spot. i wince and squirm, my face twisting in pain, muffled cries emanating from my mouth, as He bites that same area of my ass over and over again. When He’s finally done, He lifts His lips away, satisfied with the mark He made that would certainly remain on my ass for the next few days. i recall not particularly caring for this in the moment, but i do admittedly find some pleasure in retrospect at the thought of Sir marking His property.

We then get dressed. Neither of us having eaten dinner yet, we go out to grab a bite to eat. There, we have a chance to chat, catching each other up on our lives. It is a welcome opportunity to dabble in some pleasant and intelligent conversation. It is also these moments with Sir in public that helps further reaffirm to me that Sir is indeed a perfectly stable guy — one who can be friendly and witty and good, in addition to very sexy — and that i’m lucky to have met Him. After dinner, we start heading over to the gay bars, when Sir asks me if i’d want to stop in the room to take some of the edibles i brought before going out. i tell Him that i’d like that, so we return to the room, i take some of an edible, and then we head out.

Our first stop is Quadz: a bar whose appeal is their loop of classic gay-favorite musical numbers playing on screens all over the bar. Sir gets us drinks at the bar. We then find some seats and sip at our drinks as we watch a few numbers on a nearby TV: from Hello Dolly to Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. Once we finish those drinks, we move on to the Eagle: a leather bar with Tom of Finland art adorning the walls and a go-go boy putting on a show in the corner. Sir orders another round of drinks. We sit at the bar and chat some more, taking in the scene and sipping at our drinks. Once we finished those drinks, we walk back to the hotel. By now, i was starting to really feel the edible kicking in. However, we both seemed to be pretty tired by the time we got back in the room, so it’s no surprise that we drifted off to sleep quite soon after getting undressed (still collared though, of course) and climbing into bed.

i remember awaking at some point in the night, still high. And when i’m high, i am quite the cocklusting sub boy. i turn my head and notice that Sir too was awake and that He was holding a hardening cock in His hand. i stare into His eyes, and He smiles back at me. As if He willed it in me through hypnosis, i crawl over, wrap my lips around His cock, and take His cock all the way down my throat. my mouth must’ve been salivating profusely since i distinctly remember how quickly His cock was slickening as i eagerly took it deep down my throat. After a minute of sucking Him, Sir had me rearrange myself in a 69 position so that he could have access to my ass while i continued sucking His fat cock. i was moaning as i rhythmically bobbed my mouth up and down, His cock getting slicker and slicker with my spit, all the while His tongue fucks my boyhole, coating it with His spit.

Finally, He tells me to stop sucking and sit on it. i immediately pull my lips off His cock, strands of spit connecting my lips to the head of His cock as i position myself into a squatting position facing him. i direct His slick erect cock to the entrance of my hole, then slowly squat down, moaning as the head of His cock opens my ass and His cock slides in, filling my boyhole up so perfectly once again. i squat up and sit back down, impaling myself on Sir’s cock deeper and deeper with each squat, my boydick rock hard as i ride Sir’s dick in ecstasy.

Sir suddenly sits up, His cock still balls deep inside me as He repositions us so that i’m lying on my back now. He starts thrusting into me. As much i love riding His cock, there is no question that taking Sir’s cock in my ass is at its best when He’s in control of the fucking. i’m sure i’m moaning louder than ever now. As He starts fucking harder, He grabs my boydick and starts stroking it with a smirk. For the past 6 months, Sir has consistently only given me permission to cum when His cock is fucking my mouth or ass, training me to only find pleasure in serving His cock, and i’ve loved every second of it. So as Sir starts fucking me harder and faster and starts stroking my boydick faster, i yearn for the release. The fact that it had been weeks since i last came (when i last served Him) combined with the thought of cumming as a means of furthering my submission to Him was bringing me very close to cumming very fast. i immediately ask for His permission to cum and He grants it. As He gets closer, He becomes more animal, pounding my boyhole harder and harder, His cock putting me in such a lustful state after just a few more strokes, i moan and my boydick shoots a huge rope of cum across my chest, shooting over and over again as a pile of cum pools on my hairless chest. Simultaneously, Sir cums deep inside my ass, grinning as He fucks another load of His cum into my ass, making me His, gratified by how much i clearly get off on getting fucked by Him. He remains inside me as His cum keeps on pumping into me until finally He pulls out. He gets a towel from the bathroom and kindly wipes me up.

Upon realizing to our amusement that we did all this at 5:30 in the morning, we got back into bed and fell back to sleep.

A few hours later, Sir and i had a delicious breakfast at a quaint French cafe across the street from the hotel. The weekend we chose to visit Palm Springs also happened to be the same weekend as the Palm Springs International Film Festival, so amidst our chat of various topics at breakfast, we discussed the possibility of seeing a movie at the festival. Upon returning to the hotel, i did some research and we settled on a film that seemed to pique both our interests. After getting tickets, we decide to kill some time relaxing, cuddling in bed while watching part of a silly movie on Netflix. After a certain point, to ensure we have enough time to grab dinner before the film, we turn off the TV, get dressed, and leave the room.

Before heading to dinner though, Sir had something else in mind. We drove to a store — fittingly named GayMartUSA — and Sir told me that He would like to buy me two pieces of underwear as a gift for me for the holidays, which once again reaffirmed how grateful i am to serve a caring dominant man like Him. We browsed through a few different styles, but i ultimately settled on a red-and-blue jockstrap and a light blue g-string. We then grabbed some dinner, after which we headed to the movie. The movie was called Dogs Don’t Wear Pants, and it ended up being about a man seeking the services of a dominatrix to deal with the grief of his wife’s death. While it was a film about BDSM, it had very little overlap with the style of kink that Sir and i partook in so it didn’t really serve to give us any ideas, but it at least made for some interesting conversation at a nearby gay bar as we nursed our go-to drinks and tried to dissect what the film meant.

Upon returning to the hotel, i take an edible, and then we decide to mindlessly watch something on Netflix. By the time we were done with Netflix, i’m in quite the high, frisky state, so as soon as i see Sir’s cock hardening, i look to Sir’s eyes for approval then have my lips engulfed around it in an instant. And just like that, i’m back in cocksucker heaven, taking Sir’s beautiful, tasty cock down my throat. At a certain point, i get bolder and start trying to go as deep as i can go, deep throating Him. Sir groans in approval, placing His hand on the back of my head, ensuring that my cockslut mouth goes as deep as He wants it to go every time i go down.

After a few minutes of this, He sits up and positions me so that i’m on my back with my head hanging on the edge of the bed. He climbs off the bed, angles my head down, and slips His cock into my eager mouth, pushing all the way deep down my throat, staying like that for a few seconds, then pulling back out. He begins to do this over and over again, each time keeping His cock down my throat for longer and longer periods of time. i struggled to handle His deep throat training as best as i could but at a certain point, i find myself unable to breathe, slightly panicking as i squirm my way off His cock to gasp for air.

Moments later, Sir decides to pull out, His cock coated in my spit. He repositions me on the bed so that i’m lying on my back with my head on the pillows, then lifts my legs up and slides His cock all the way in. Once again, my boyhole was full of His perfect cock. He starts fucking me hard and i’m loving it. His manly grunts complementing my boyish moans. His thick man cock fucking my boyhole while my boydick just wiggles with each thrust, a large wet spot of precum pooling near my navel. The thought of my rock hard boydick just there, it’s only function being an indicator to Sir of just how much i love my place as His cockslut sub boy, all the while Sir’s superior, thicker cock fucks my boyhole — cementing in my mind that my primary pleasure unquestionably now comes from Sir’s cock fucking me as opposed to my own boydick — it’s only so much a cocklusting sub boy can handle. i ask Sir if i can have His permission to cum, and He graciously allows it. Within a few strokes of my boydick and some hard pounding of my boyhole, cum starts spurting out my piss slit, once again streaking across my hairless, boyish chest.  Sir growls as He cums inside me once again. As always, He stays inside me to make sure my ass gets all the cum He can give and leans in, passionately kissing me. His cock remains hard in my ass for quite some time as i take His tongue before it gradually starts to soften and He finally pulls out. Sir then cleans me up with a towel. Since he was particularly aggressive with the throat fucking, He asks if i'm okay. i recall wryly replying that i’m sure i’d be fine in the morning, since my throat was admittedly a bit sore after His deep dicking. Did i regret it though? Absolutely not. We then took a quick shower and went to sleep.

The next morning, we awoke at around 9 am. We had some hotel room coffee and made some conversation. Knowing we had to check out by 11 am, i think we both tacitly come to the same conclusion as Sir’s cock and my boydick start to harden once again. We quickly pack our things and then get back into bed. i immediately place my lips at His cockhead and proceed to slurp my way down, eliciting a gratifying “Fuck” from Sir. For the next ten minutes, i give Sir a nice long wet blowjob as He gazes down at me with a smile. Even just His stare makes me feel so utterly owned by Him. Even with just a stare, He can make me feel so much pleasure.

Eventually, He pulls out and has me place my head on the edge of the bed. He climbs off the bed and positions Himself such that i have a perfect view of His erect cock, big hanging balls, and hairy ass and taint right above me. His balls being closest to my mouth, i immediately bring my lips to them and start lapping at them with fervor, deeply inhaling His intoxicating scent, tasting His cum-filled balls. After getting a good taste of His balls, i bring my tongue over to His delicious taint and start lapping at it and inhaling it like the good hungry slut boy i am. After a minute or two of my tongue worship, Sir eventually pulls back and thrusts His cock down my throat, fucking it as He reaches over and starts stroking my boydick. Muffled moans of pleasure escape my lips. i know Sir wants me to cum once more while taking His cock, further rewiring my brain to associate my pleasure with His scent, His cock, His cum. i slip His cock out of my mouth for a moment to ask for His permission to cum, He grants it, and i immediately slip His cock back inside and go to town, sucking with incredible vigor. We get closer and closer and closer until i finally moan, spurting the last of the cum left in my boy balls, ensuring that all the cum drained from them was done while taking Sir’s cock, and it feels so good. Moments later, Sir pulls out of my mouth, gives His cock a few strokes, then groans in pleasure as His cock shoots cum all over my lips, chin, neck, and chest. i ravenously slurp up all the cum my tongue can get to, savoring its delicious salty taste as i slurp and swallow like a good little cumslut. After a minute, Sir pulls out of my cocksucker mouth, walks over to the bathroom, and throws me a towel. He allows me to shower, He takes off my metal chain collar, and then we grab our things and leave the hotel.

Before heading off to our respective cities though, we make sure to grab breakfast at that delicious French cafe once again. Once we finish there, Sir decides to check out a few stores, wanting to get an idea of a collar He could get for me to wear in my day-to-day as a constant reminder of His ownership of me while also being discrete (particularly, we were thinking a thinner metal chain necklace would work). We browse a few shops and get a pretty good idea of some good collar options. We then return back to the hotel, get our cars from the valet, then embrace goodbye before getting into our vehicles and driving off.