Chapter 3: A New Kind of Service

“You want to serve me, don’t you?” Alex asked, his voice a low growl.

Nate nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir.”

Alex chuckled, running a hand through Nate’s hair. “Good. But I want more than just your mouth on my cock. I want your humiliation, your degradation. I want you to prove your submission to me.”

Nate’s breath hitched, but his cock twitched at the words. He was eager, so eager to please.

Alex demanded personal information, and Nate offered it up without hesitation—his full name, his address, his place of work. Each piece of information he gave was a thrill, a further descent into submission.

“Now,” Alex said, leaning back on the couch and turning on the TV. Monday Night Football flickered to life, the sound of cheering crowds filling the room. “You’re going to pay tribute to me. Send $100 to my Venmo.”

Nate didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his phone, his hands shaking as he sent the payment. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as he hit send. He was doing this, he was serving, he was pleasing.

Alex smirked, checking his phone before turning his attention back to the game. “Good boy. Now, come here. You’re going to worship my feet while I watch the game.”

Nate crawled forward, his cock aching and hard. He took Alex’s foot in his hands, reverently pressing his lips to the skin. He used his mouth and tongue to worship Alex’s feet and toes, his own desires forgotten in his eagerness to please.

Alex asked questions about Nate’s work, his family, his eyes never leaving the screen. When Nate admitted he was married, Alex laughed, a harsh, cruel sound.

“A married little sub,” he said, a smirk on his lips. “How pathetic. You’re going to introduce me to your family, or you’re going to leave them. I want to be your priority, not them.”

Nate’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t considered that serving Alex might mean giving up his family. But the demand that he prioritize Alex over them sank deep into his soul, taking root and growing.

Over the next several days, Nate found himself seriously considering Alex’s demand. He thought about it while sitting at the dinner table with Courtnie and the kids, while playing with his children, while lying in bed next to his wife. He was torn, pulled in two different directions. He loved his family, but the thought of serving Alex, of being his, was intoxicating.

He found himself making excuses to leave the house, to spend more time with Alex. He would tell Courtnie he was working late, or going out with friends, when really he was on his knees, serving Alex, pleasing him. He was walking a dangerous line, and he knew it. But he couldn’t stop, couldn’t turn back. Not now that he had tasted true submission.

As he knelt before Alex one night, his cock hard and aching, he looked up at the younger man, his Dominant, and made his choice. He was Alex’s, completely and utterly.