The Red Truns -

"Come here, you little faggott!" - I looked at him, with a hurt expression. - "Okay, okay, I am sorry." I walked in front of him, and kneeled down. He put his finger below my chin, and lifted my face with a gentle push. "I am sorry, boy. It was a bad joke. Please, continue."

Whenever he looked in my eyes with those deep, dark ones, I was lost. Of course I was not mad at him.

"Truly, forgive me please." He added, probably really regretted what he said. So I continued.

"So after that, he called me a... a faggott... and then he stormed out. And our boss officially apologised to me in front of the whole room, and then I finished my presentation."

"And which idea did they choose?"

I just smiled. "Well, make a guess, Sir!"

"Yours?"

"Yes!"

"Good job! I am so proud of you, boy! Look at you! You stood up for yourself! And you won! Wow! Congratulations! This deserves a celebration! Let's order in!"

"But, Sir! I was going to cook!"

"You can cook tomorrow, boy! Damn, I am really really proud of you."

"Thank You, Sir!"

"Here, take my phone, pick something. It's my treat! And get a dessert too!"

This is my Sir, Master Wyatt. And I am his sub/slave Noah. He is 36 years old, while I am 32. And we have known each other for roughly 2 years and 10 months, from which we have been in a Dom/sub relationship for 1 month less. We met online, not even intending to have kinky sessions, it was a regular date. Secretly we both had had interest and more or less experience in kinks, but when we matched on a dating app, none of us would have thought what would grow out of a single swipe. When I met him on the first date, I already had a very strong feeling that he has a Dom side, but he was very unsure about my need for submission. That's why we only just kissed on the first date, we knew if we would do more, we would just show our own side.

But the second day after that date, we both knew everything about the other one's sexual needs, kinks, fetishes. We were chatting non-stop. And two days later, on our second date... Well I wouldn't even call that a date... "Date" is just a too civilized word for what really happened. We went ALL the way. We both showed our deepest selves to each other... And they instantly connected. We were really a match.

Very very soon, almost day by day, I gave up more of myself to him. I trusted him and I still do. That has been the best decision of my life. And in half a year, when we finally moved together, I ended up living in an almost Total Power Exchange relationship. I still had a lot of freedom of my own, with the most important stuff. I made my decisions about my job. Meeting with my friends always had priority. What I spent my earned money on. But of course he helped with all this whenever I needed it, but he never pushed himself over me, dominating me in these topics. But in exchange I also wanted to hear his opinion, have his support.

And we kinda try to keep our kinks only to each other. Very very few people know about our dynamic, none of my friends at that point.

But whenever it is only the two of us... There are serious protocols set, I am his slave, and he is my Master.

This past nearly 3 years has been the best period of my life. Master Wyatt truly changed my life. After a very long past of failures and disappointments, I am finally happy. I am in love with Master Wyatt.

So, after we ordered some dinner, he leaned on the doorframe, looked and winked at me.

"Wanna have a little appetizer?" And he looked down at his bulge. He was wearing gray sweatpants, revealing his already partial erection. "Come on boy, let me deliver the cream first."

It was so hard to believe that I was ever able to get a man like this. He was tall, he was very handsome, still almost with a twink's face, with a dark, but short beard, and a wavey brown hair. He did not have his t-shirt on anymore. He was mostly hairless, an athletic body, slightly visible abs, and gorgeously visible veins on his forearm. On the mostly hairless upper body, a thin patch of dark hair led from his belly to his majestic cock, under those tight sweatpants.

And that dick... oooh that dick. A solid 7 inches, slightly upwards curved, with a beautiful head. And what he was able to do with that weapon of pleasure and destruction. Well... He could give so much pleasure, and so much destruction. And he was aware of this, and used it a lot.

It was no question that I instantly knelt in front of him, and took his majestic penis out of those damn pants.

Every time I do this, I still remember back the first time I saw his dick. I was mesmerised by its sight, that picture imprinted in me. I can't explain this, but I literally felt the connection to it, my mind had never been clearer before. At that point in my life, I understood so much about myself, like puzzle pieces coming together. And as he said later, he had a similar feeling, seeing me, kneeling there. We knew we were bonded, by something more.

I had never been an anal sex fan before, I thought of myself as a side, but in that moment, I realised I was just waiting for the right dick. And his was the right one.

And when he first entered my hole, after making me gag on his cock for like 15 minutes, the remaining pieces fell to their places. The way he fucked me, the way he held me down, the way he kissed me, the way he held my neck, my arms, and finally he shot his massive load all over my face, we both knew that this cannot be a vanilla relationship. And more importantly, none of us could live in a vanilla relationship ever again.

And ever since then, every time I sucked his cock, got tied up, got spanked, fucked tenderly or hard, or he shot his load on me, inside me, our roles started rooting deeper and deeper inside us, until it wasn't a role anymore.

And that evening, when I sucked his dick, and then he fucked me tenderly, while he was still in those sweatpants he said:

"I love you, Noah. My boy. I am so proud of you." Then he kissed me, and asked something very uncommon in our relationship. "Where do you want me to cum?"

I was so surprised that I could say anything. He only had asked this question twice before that.

"Go on, I am quite close, honey."

"Breed me, Sir." And 20 seconds later, with gentle movements, his dick started pulsating inside me, filling me up with his seed.

"Thank You, Sir!" And after he took out his dick: "Go boy, have a long shower. You deserved it."

"But Sir! Don't You want me to..."

"Oh to clean my dick? No, it's okay."

"Well, I was actually asking about the plug... Sir."

"Oooooh! Nah, you don't have to. You can just wash up." And then he added. "But if you want to..."

And then I took the plug and put it in, keeping his seed inside me for the next hour.

"Thank You, Sir!"

He looked at me for a moment and said "Actually... You know what? Come here, I'll take off your collar."

On our third date, he gave me my first collar. It was a very simple, cheap, fake-leather one, but it meant a lot to us. The day I moved in he gave me my third collar. A much more expensive one, much higher quality, a lot fancier. I was still wearing it.

He took off my collar, this meant that medium protocol was in order now.

"Go, take a shower! I'll prepare the plates. And pick a movie!"

"But..."

"Come on, boy! Enjoy it!"

The collar was more than just a symbol of our status in the hierarchy. It was also the sign of high protocol, a written and signed ruleset. Whenever I was out of the collar, the medium protocol was in place, except some certain occasions, when I acted under the low protocol. Which basically meant we are on the same level, with some very few and minor exceptions.

Even though most of our evenings we weren't using most of the rules of the high protocol, we acted under it, so at home I almost always had the collar on. And was either naked, or only wearing a jockstrap or briefs. I was not allowed to wear any other type of underwear, not even in low protocol.

And of course my black, small sized chastity cage, constantly hiding my 5 inch long dick, 24/7, ever since 3 months after our first date. Master Wyatt was fully and exclusively controlling my sexual life, only allowing cage removal for cleaning every second day, and for every second week a ruined orgasm in a cheap condom.

We very soon came to a common understanding about our status in the hierarchy between us. While I was thriving as a strong and exceptional person in my work, with a really good social life, I was thriving even more as a submissive one, in our sexual life. I realised that I don't want to make decisions about my dick, my hole anymore, my orgasms anymore, I wanted him to make those.

He was not showing much interest towards my dick, not even in the first few days of our history, he was much more obsessed with my hole, and I really liked that. So we soon agreed that it's the best for me, for him and for us, if I try chastity, and after two months of trial and error, I become locked 24/7. That's when I got my second collar.

After an amazing dessert, a mildly-interesting movie, we were preparing to sleep, scrolling on our phones next to each other. He looked at my phone.

"You really like those trunks, right boy?"

"Haha, yes. I think they are very sexy. Especially this red one."

"Booooy.. You know you are not allowed to wear those. Boys like you can only be naked, or wear a jockstrap or briefs. Trunks and boxers are for real men."

This belief, I secretly shared. And I knew he was right.

"But real men also wear jocks and briefs."

"Real men can wear whatever they want, boy."

"I know, Sir." And I looked back at my phone, and scrolled one to make the red trunks disappear from my screen.

A few minutes later, he turned to me, and said:

"Would you please put down your phone? I would like to discuss something with you."

I did as he asked, curious.

"So I have been thinking quite a lot recently, and I would like to level up our relationship, and open it up."

I was shocked... "What? You... Sir... You are not happy?"

"I am! Really, I am very happy with you Noah. 99% happy."

"But then how can I help with that 1%?"

"Let me fuck other people. And let me have other people fuck you."

Double shock, I was literally speechless.

"I know this might be a bit sudden for you, Noah. I know we have only talked about this at the very beginning of our relationship. You have to know, I love you, more and more by each day. I just simply want to fuck other people. Not to go on a date, just sex. You know that I won't ever bottom, I just want to put my dick in some other asses. Because it's my need. But even more importantly, I just want to have more control over YOUR sex life. I would like to have the option, to be able to call some dude, so he can come here, and feed you his dick."

"But, Sir..."

"Okay, you know what?" He took a red candle out of the small cabinet next to his side of the bed, and he lit it with some matches. "There you go, no protocol, no rules, we are on the same level. I want to have an honest, face-to-face conversation with you." The red candle was the sign of a very rare state in our relationship, only he had the right to light it.

"I... I... You know I want to keep this between us. It was hard enough to accept myself being gay, and to say it out loud. And now you want to lend me to strangers as your slave? What if somebody recognises me?"

"I know you are scared. Telling other people about being a Dom is also not easy, but I know you are in a much tougher situation. I promise I won't push this again. But first you have to know that you have shown such a great dedication towards everything in your life, especially towards me. I know you still feel shame for being a sub, just as you did when you realised you are gay. But you are such a strong person Noah, you have so much potential! Look at you, you are nailing your job so hard! You are going to be a team lead! Don't you think you are strong enough to let that shame go?"

"I... I just..."

"I know, it's not easy. But look at you! Look at this!" He put his hands on my caged dick. "You gave up your cock for me! That must have been extremely difficult."

"Not as scary as what you want."

"You felt shame and you were scared the first evening after a workday in your cage. It was a huge step, yet you took it like a champ. And the second week you didn't even care my buddy saw you in briefs, still caged."

I still couldn't say a word.

"Don't you trust me? Don't you believe me when I say I love you? Look, I am sorry, this was not fair to say. I WILL accept if you don't want that, and I promise, it won't change a thing. I want you to grow to be the best version of yourself. Sleep on it and take your time. And let's say if a few days or weeks later you still feel like you don't want this, I will believe you and accept it. I love you, and losing you is just not worth it."

He kissed me and took his book and started reading.

A little more than a week later, when I was officially promoted and had my first day as the lead of my new team in the office, I told him that I am ready.

2 hours later we had a set date. 3 days later, I was anxious the whole day. Master Wyatt's best friend, Caleb, was coming over in the evening. The plan was that I cook dinner, serve them, and act under high protocol the whole evening. And eventually I probably get tag teamed and spit roasted.

I couldn't pay attention at work, I was so nervous, even though Caleb, or should I say... Master Caleb had already known about Master Wyatt's dynamic with me, but he had never experienced it in person, as whenever somebody was over at our place, low protocol was in order. Although I did suck both of them off one time... But that was a long time ago, and we were drunk and high and it was completely different. No other time had he shared me with another person. But this time it was more than that. It was about exposing my slave self to somebody else.

Even though I know it didn't make any sense, my thoughts were spiraling, something I quite usually suffer from, and usually Master Wyatt is the one who helps me with it. But I felt like this time I would disappoint him if I shared my anxious thoughts with him. He was so looking forward to that evening and I didn't want to ruin it for him.

Somehow I pushed through the day, but by the time I was making dinner I was a wreck. I was so clumsy, my hands were shaking, and 1 hour before Caleb's arrival I just couldn't handle it anymore, and I had a panic attack. Master Wyatt instantly ran to me, helped me to the couch, and hugged me, while I was shaking and crying. He was caressing me, holding me tight.

After a few minutes, I managed to calm down.

"Talk to me, boy!" And I told him everything, how I couldn't calm my thoughts, my constant terror of somebody figuring out my submissiveness.

"Oh... My boy. Let me ask you a few questions. You have met Caleb before, right?"

"A lot of times."

"To be precise, you even sucked his dick. He is smaller than me, so that shouldn't be an issue. He visits us almost every week, he has slept here before. He knows that you are my sub, and I put a collar on you, and he has been aware for quite a long time now. Yet you can still face him every time he is here, without an issue. You made and served him dinner several times before. And I know you have been looking at his bulge every time. So tell me, why do you think this would have been different today? I am not trying to be a smart-ass, I am genuinely interested to know that."

"I... I don't know... It would be said out loud. It would be..."

"It would be what?"

"Real..."

"Oh so the last 3 years has been a game? I thought you were a sub, I thought you wanted to be my sub, my slave. It's perfectly fine if you don't, or not anymore. But then you have to tell me."

"I am! I want it! I have never felt better. I feel like I can be myself. The real, true me."

"Then what is the problem? You are ashamed that you are a sub? That you are MY sub?"

"No... and yes... I am scared of what other people will think about me. I have already gotten enough shit about me being gay, at school, from my family..."

"I know, I know. But you have to understand, I am not asking you to pose on social media with a collar and a cock cage. I want my best friend, the only person beside you whom I would trust with my life, to be able to have the same treatment as me. And more importantly I want YOU to be able to be yourself around him. A slave, MY slave. I want you to become an even better version of yourself, so you can reach the next level of your life, your submissiveness. I know, I DO understand that it's scary. But do you trust me? Do you think that I would ever let you get hurt? I would hunt down the person who hurts you. You are MY boy. No matter who fucks you, no matter who I fuck. You are going to my boy, as long as you want that."

"I.. I am sorry. I fucked this up completely and turned it into a drama."

"Yes, but it's one of the reasons I love you. I mean the drama of course was unnecessary, but you thinking a lot can be very useful. And also your enemy. But that's why I'm here, to help you defeat that enemy. I'll tell Caleb not to come tonight, so we can chill, but I do want to try again. And I do understand that this might be a bigger challenge for you, so I'll reinstate the safe word for those occasions whenever somebody else is here as another Master of yours, and the high protocol is active."

"Oh, wow.. thank you!"

"But also... I know we are having this serious conversation right now, but you are forgetting that you are still wearing my collar, meaning high protocol IS active. I understand the situation is very much a gray zone, but you still have to be punished."

"Oh. I am.. So sorry, Sir. I deserve Your punishment."

Getting my ass slapped 10 times hard, with Master Wyatt's strong hands definitely helped me focus and get over my crisis, and I happily thanked him for helping me. And honestly by the time we went to bed, I was looking forward to serving Master Caleb too. And I knew that I wouldn't be needing the safe word, while my true love was watching over me.

After our 3rd sexual encounter, I told him that I don't want to safe word anymore. I felt safe with him no matter what he was up to. And he did such a good job at pushing my limits. He was very open to my feelings and feedback, even when I didn't like something, I knew he did and that made it much easier. But yeah... coming out was a big thing for me: coming out as gay, liking pineapple pizza, or being a sub.

And 3 days later, I was eagerly cooking dinner in my favorite jock, hugging my caged dick. Today, I had to wear my black cage. Master Wyatt and I both have a chastity fetish, just on different sides obviously. And let's say, we are collectors... I have 18 different cages, all perfect fit, just different colors and styles. Based on my Master's mood, I am ordered to wear a specific one. We both laugh whenever I pull out my drawer of cages, all perfectly aligned, like a drawer for jewelry. A chastity cage is my only allowed jewelry, all of them bought by him. And he wears the current lock's key on his neck, hanging between his chest muscles.

But we didn't want anything fancy for Master Caleb's night, so we went with the simple black one (which was my first and most favorite one).

He just came out of the shower, naked, his majestic dick hanging and swinging. He stood behind me and hugged me.

"Can this wait a minute?"

"Just a minute, Sir?" I asked questioningly.

"Don't be such a huge slut, boy. I am not going to fuck you now. Later? Most probably. Come."

He sat down in the armchair, and spread his legs, and I kneeled between. He snapped his fingers, and I leaned close to his dick, my nose less than half an inch away. And I breathed in deep. He smelled like masculine shower-gel, which I was not allowed to use (only unscented one).