Submission and Power: The Ritual That Binds Us

I’m eighteen, and for the past three months, my bull Marcus, who’s thirty, has been passionately taking our relationship to new heights. My boyfriend, just twenty-two, has embraced his submissive role completely, surrendering himself to Marcus’s commanding presence. Yet, Marcus craved more—a deeper connection where my boyfriend would serve him directly.

Just last week, Marcus asserted his dominance, making my boyfriend kneel before him. Trembling with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation, my boyfriend had to expose himself, using his mouth to bring Marcus to full hardness before Marcus could claim me. It was my boyfriend’s first time intimately touching another man, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his hands slightly shaking. Yet, he obeyed, taking Marcus deep into his mouth, lavishing him with eager care until the heat of desire pulsed through Marcus’s body. Then, he watched silently as Marcus used the same mouth that had prepared him to pleasure me thoroughly.

Afterward, Marcus commanded him to express his gratitude aloud—to thank him for sharing in our passion. With sincerity, my boyfriend’s voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Thank you for fucking my girlfriend.” Those words hung between us, weighted and true.

This act has now become our ritual. Whenever Marcus arrives, my boyfriend’s first task is to warm him up, to make him hard, a symbolic act of submission and bonding. Sometimes Marcus doesn’t even take me—he simply makes my boyfriend pleasure him before leaving, calling him his ‘cuck-in-training.’

Some might think I should pity my boyfriend, caught in this vulnerable position. But I don’t. I adore the sight of him on his knees, utterly devoted to the man who owns me. I love that he understands his place so completely and that Marcus wields total control over both of us.

Is this crossing boundaries? Perhaps. But do we want it to end? Absolutely not.