Hunter and Westin used to be married, a military couple whose relationship was a clash of strong wills and personalities. Hunter served in the Army as military police, while Westin, in the Air Force, worked as an electrician. Despite their love, their marriage faltered under the strain of both trying to assert dominance, leading to a divorce. Eight years later, Hunter discovered a deeper part of himself—an inherent submissiveness that he couldn’t deny. Identifying as a slave, he yearned to reconnect with Westin, realizing that his ex-husband was the one he wanted to serve.
However, Westin had moved on and was now in a relationship with someone else, a person with a dominant personality and a spiritual connection with Westin. Yet, the bond between Hunter and Westin was reignited through idle chit chat on Snapchat, rekindling old feelings. Westin, while loyal to his partner, was intrigued by Hunter’s plea to serve him, not sexually, but in a submissive capacity.
Hunter’s persistence paid off, and Westin agreed to let him serve. Hunter bought a plane ticket to Ohio, planning to spend three days as Westin’s slave. The anticipation built up as Hunter arrived in Ohio, taking an Uber from the airport to Westin’s house. Upon arrival, he followed Westin’s instructions and entered the house. The familiar scent brought back memories as he found the uniform laid out for him—a pair of whitey tighties and a wife beater.
Changing quickly, Hunter’s heart raced as he approached the living room. Westin was waiting on the couch, an air of authority about him. Hunter felt a rush of submission as he rounded the corner, knelt before Westin, and said, “How can I serve you, Daddy?”
Westin’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of nostalgia and curiosity crossing his face. “I need lunch,” he said, his voice steady.
Hunter felt a thrill at the command. “Yes, Daddy!” he responded with enthusiasm, rising to his feet. He moved to the kitchen, his mind focused on the task at hand. Preparing lunch was a simple act, but to Hunter, it was an offering, a demonstration of his willingness to serve.
Minutes later, Hunter returned, a plate of carefully made sandwiches and a glass of iced tea in hand. He knelt before Westin, presenting the plate with reverence. “Lunch is ready, Daddy.”
Westin took the plate, his gaze lingering on Hunter. There was a moment of silence, charged with unspoken words. Hunter kept his head bowed, awaiting further instructions. The room felt alive with a new dynamic, a shift from their past roles to this present, powerful connection.
“Stay there,” Westin commanded, his voice softer now but still authoritative. “I want to see you while I eat.”
Hunter nodded, the submissive thrill coursing through him. He stayed kneeling, eyes on the floor, feeling a sense of peace and purpose he had never known before. This was where he belonged, serving the man he once loved in a way that fulfilled his deepest desires.
As Westin savored the last bite of his lunch, Hunter remained on his hands and knees, a position of submission that he had come to embrace wholeheartedly. With a snap of his fingers and a downward motion Hunter, well-versed in his duties as a slave, immediately dropped to his hands and knees, allowing Westin to rest his feet upon his back. The sensation of being used in such a manner sent a thrill through Hunter, his excitement building with each passing moment.
"Good boy," Westin's words of praise were like music to Hunter's ears, igniting a sense of fulfillment within him.
Hunter reveled in the feeling of servitude, relishing every moment of being under Westin's control. As Westin finished his meal and removed his feet, Hunter remained on the floor, knowing his place until given further instructions—a display that pleased Westin immensely.
"You're learning quickly, fag," Westin's teasing tone was laced with a mix of dominance and affection, his use of the term only fueling Hunter's desire to please. He then ordered Hunter to rise, signaling a shift in their interaction. With no immediate task at hand, Westin decided to test Hunter's initiative by tasking him to determine the next course of action.
Understanding that cleaning up after lunch was the priority, Hunter efficiently completed the task while Westin observed. After completing the cleaning Hunter approached Westin humbly, Hunter sought permission to present a gift he had brought—a bottle of Westin's favorite scotch. Westin's delight was evident as he accepted the gesture, his approval clear.
Noticing Hunter's growing, Westin's eyes glinted with amusement as he teased about the need for a cock cage by saying “that fag suckler needs to be caged, boy”, eliciting a submissive response from Hunter “Yes, Daddy.”
Pleased with his slave's reaction, Westin declared that Hunter had earned a reward. Hunter, still on his knees, expressed his gratitude, his eagerness palpable.
Westin, seizing the moment, grabbed Hunter's face, pulling it closer as he spat on Hunter's face and into his mouth. Hunters heart was racing with excitement as he looked into Westins eyes and said “Thank you, Daddy”, his submission unwavering.
Hunter still on his knees and now covered in a light layer of Westin’s spit asked with excitement “can I pour you a drink, Daddy?” Westins commanding voice sent a shiver up Hunters spine as he offered a resounded “Yes, fag”.
Following Westin's orders, Hunter rose to pour a drink of the scotch, presenting it on his knees as a token of his servitude.
Impressed by Hunter's dedication, Westin allowed him to attend to his duties, prompting Hunter to inspect the house for tasks. As Hunter busied himself with gathering laundry, the sound of ice clinking in a glass from the living room caught his attention. Without hesitation, Hunter rushed back to Westin on his knees, offering to refill his drink, a gesture of his unwavering commitment to serving his Daddy.
“Can I refill your drink, Daddy?” Hunter asked with his excitement growing.
“Get to it boy!” Westins authoritative voice was enough to make Hunters knees shake.
Hunter returned shortly with a full glass presented to Westin on his knees. Westin took the glass and offered a slap across Hunter’s face with a cheeky “good slave. Now back to work”
Hunter responded “thank you, Daddy” and stood up to complete his chores, stopping only when the sound of the ice echoed again indicating another refill was necessary.
As the chores began to come to a finish a light knock came from the door. Hunter could hear Westin sigh as he began to the door. Westin looked at Hunter with confusion.
“You said I needed a cage, Daddy. This is the delivery.”
Westin slid back into his spot on the couch keeping a close eye on Hunter as he grabbed the delivery bag off the front deck and slipped into the bathroom.
A short few minutes later Hunter emerged from the bathroom and presented the packaging to Westin on his knees.
“I know serving you these next few days isn’t about sex. Here is the packaging as proof, Daddy”
Westins eyes locked on the package, a look of shock crossed his face as he tossed the empty package to the floor. “Show Daddy anyways”
“Yes, Daddy” Hunter said as he rose to his feet and pulled down his uniform underwear and displayed he was in fact locked.
“Good faggot” Westin said motioning his hand for Hunter to pull his uniform back up.
“Thank you, Daddy” Hunter said as he moved back to finishing his chores.
As Hunter enters the house from taking garbage out he hears Westin calling from the living room “come here faggot!”
Hunter rushes to kneel at Westin “yes, Daddy?”
“Don’t get too excited. You’re going to like this and hate it at the same time, boy. You’ve earned this, but I won’t let you get immense sexual gratification from it. I have to piss so I expect you kneeled outside the bathroom door for when I’m done. You will keep your eyes closed and tongue out and will not open your eyes until instructed. Is that clear boy?”
“Yes Daddy!”
Westin approaches the bathroom and is impressed to see that it’s not only clean, but perfectly stocked and ready as you would find a luxury hotel bathroom. As he enters Hunter lowers to his knees with his eyes closed. The sound of hearing Westin inside the bathroom makes Hunters cock twitch inside the caged prison. As the toilet flushed Hunters body began to shake in anticipation, his breathing increased as the door slowly opened and it felt the warmth of Westins cock first hit his tongue and the taste of a drop of piss washed over it before his cock quickly left the top of Hunter tongue just as quickly as it arrived.
“You’re a sick fag. I bet you loved that” Westins voice made Hunter’s legs tremble with excitement as he sat in the kneeling position with his eyes still closed awaiting the command to get up.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy” Hunters was confident, but the sound of excitement in his voice was clear.
Westins hand slapped across Hunters face throwing another wave of ecstasy through his body. “On your feet. Back to work” Westin commanded.
Hunter rose to his feet quickly noticing that it was approaching time for dinner and went to work. Hunter knew that to really impress Westin with his cooking skills he had to step it up, so he gathered his supplies and headed outside. In full view of the neighbors he prepared a perfectly seared, perfectly cooked steak before returning inside to set the table for one.
Approaching Westin Hunter again lowered to his knees “Dinner is served, Daddy”. Hunter stayed in his position as Westin moved to the table and took a seat, his eyes locked on the floor. He could hear Westin cut into the steak and the knife slide back down to the plate.
“Crawl over here boy. On your knees!” Westin commanded.
Hunter crawled over to Westin wondering if he had cooked the steak improperly. Westin grabbed Hunters face in his hand and without warning or hesitation covered Hunters face in spit once again. “Good job boy”.
“Thank you, Daddy!” The excitement in Hunters voice was palpable.
“Crawl under the table and face Daddy” Westin ordered.
Hunter could feel his heart about to beat out of his chest as he followed Westin’s order.
“You’ve earned this, but you better not fuck it up!” Westin said as he pulled Hunters face into his crotch.
Hunter could feel Westins soft cock against his face. He knew this was the reward for his good service, but he knew better than to even let a single drop of saliva touch Westin. He was just to sit there and enjoy the moment of being this close to his dick. As Hunters face was set he could feel Westin slowly becoming erect. It felt bigger than he remembered. The adrenaline rushed through his body and he wanted so badly to please Westin he continued to rest his face until he felt the chair slide out.
“Impressive boy. The old sub I knew wouldn’t have had that level of self control. You would’ve disobeyed me and done what you wanted.”
“Thank you, Daddy”
Westin moved back to the couch and signaled for Hunter to return to his feet and get back to work. As the tv echoed in the background Hunter got to work collecting the dirty dishes. The cage pushed back his insisting erection causing his balls to ache which just made his erection want to grow even more. After finishing his chores Hunter approached Westin again on his knees to inform him the work was completed. Westin signaled for Hunter to return to a foot stool position and propped his feet on hunters back once more.
As the night drew on Hunter began to relive the pleasure the day brought him. His mind wandering he almost didn’t hear Westins snap to return to a kneeling position.
“Get the shower running for me, boy” Westin commanded.
“Yes, Daddy!” Hunter responded while jumping into action. Hunter moved with a purpose to the bathroom where he first grabbed a towel to put in the dryer on high heat and moved back to the shower. Hunter balanced the hot and cold perfectly to what he could remember Westin liked before returning to his kneeling position in front of Westin.
“The shower is running, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” Westin said with a smirk as he stood. “Now, take my shirt, pants, and socks off. Don’t touch my underwear.”
Hunter moved quickly to remove Westins clothes, paying extra caution to not remove his boxers and suppressing the urge to inhale the manly scent on his socks as he removed them. Hunter returned to his kneeling position once completed.
“You will wait on your knees outside the door, boy. When you hear the shower stop I expect you to hand me a towel without looking at me and then return to the position.”
“Yes, Daddy!” Hunters heart was pounding as Westin stood nearly naked in front of him. So much man. So much power. Hunter did everything he could not to get too excited.
Hunter minded his spot outside the door until the shower stopped. He moved quickly to the dryer to retrieve the warmed towel and handed it through a small break in the curtain. “Your towel, Daddy.” Before returning to his kneeled position outside the door.
Westin exited the bathroom completely nude. Hunter forced his eyes to the ground knowing better than to look at his cock. As Westin moved by Hunter his flaccid cock brushed the side of his head causing Hunter to become more excited. Hunter remained in his position at the door, wishing that he could take it further.
“Get up and finish your chores. It’s nearly time for bed, boy.” Westin commanded.
Hunter rose to his feet and collected the dirty clothes and moved them to the hamper before heading into the bathroom to clean the bath tub and dry it out. After completing his quick tasks Hunter moved to the kitchen and took a glass of water to the bedroom where he left it on Westins night stand and pulled back a corner of the quilt. Hunter moved back to Westin in a kneeling position “your room is turned down for the evening and ready for you, Daddy”.
“Good boy. You’ve done good work today. Crawl to the bedroom for your reward.”
“Yes, Daddy!” Hunter fell to the ground and trailed behind Westin.
“Sit on your knees, arms to the side, and close your eyes boy.” Westin ordered.
“Yes, Daddy!” Hunter exclaimed with excitement. He could leather brush against his face gently, his heart racing faster and faster as he anticipated the next move. Hunter could feel a buckle latch against the back of his neck, his excitement growing. Hunter felt the familiar sensation of a shoe against his face, forcibly pushed against his nose. He inhaled deeply and knew in an instant it was Westins DC skate shoe. The rest of the harness buckled in a quiet silence holding the shoe in place.
“Stand up and look in the mirror, boy” Westin ordered.
Hunter rose mumbling through the shoe “thank you, Daddy.”
Hunter gazed into the mirror, his reflection showing he was absolutely correct. It was a size 12 DC skate shoe held to his face with a shoe harness.
“You’ll sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed boy.”
“Yes, Daddy. What time will you be waking up?”
“8 so you can spend the whole day serving a real man.”
Hunter took his spot on the floor and quietly adjusted his watch to vibrate only and set an alarm for 6:45 AM and closed his eyes to drift off to sleep dreaming of what the next day would be like.
Just as Hunter was almost asleep he heard the unmistakable quiet moans of Westin jerking his dick. Hunter tried to grab his own cock and was met with the cage, unable to please himself he laid in quiet desperation wishing he could feel Westin thrusting inside of him. His excitement grew as Westin began to get louder and louder until the smell of cum slowly crept into the air. “That’s the best you’re getting faggot. Now sleep” Westin ordered.
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” Hunter muttered through the shoe as he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.
Day 2
Hunters watch quietly vibrates him awake at 6:45 with Westins shoe still in place he stood and quietly snuck out of the bedroom and began morning preparations. Hunter first refilled the glass of water at Westins night stand before moving to the kitchen to begin prepping breakfast, keeping a close eye on the clock. At 7:55 Hunter placed a plate on the table delicately trimmed with chicken fried steak smothered in country gravy, perfectly crispy hash browns, four strips of bacon, and fresh fruit.
At 7:59 Hunter grabbed the cup of coffee he poured and rushed to kneel by Westins bedside presenting the cup so it was ready for him. The alarm buzzed Westin awake and as he sat up in bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes he gazed down at Hunter. “I wasn’t expecting this.” The look of shock on Westins face was evident. “Good boy” he said as he grabbed the cup from Hunters hands.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Hunter muffled through the shoe.
“I can’t believe you woke up to just serve me coffee. You’ve really become a trained fag.”
“Breakfast is prepared and on the table as well, Daddy”
Westin didn’t say a word, he just stood up and walked out leaving Hunter behind.
