Matty’s made his master proud

As he waited, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement and anticipation. He was eager to share the news of his new job with Kyle and bask in the warmth of his approval.

Suddenly, he heard the familiar purr of Kyle's car engine. Matty's heart leapt with joy, and he eagerly waved at Kyle as he pulled up to the curb. Kyle's eyes widened, his gaze flicking between Matty and the bags in his arms.

"Wow," Kyle marveled, his voice dripping with admiration. "You really went shopping, didn't you?"

Matty laughed, his gaze flitting nervously to Kyle. "I couldn't resist," he confessed, his voice bright and cheerful. "I found some amazing outfits that I knew would be perfect for the job."

“Job huh?” Kyle asked curiously, “why don’t you tell me about that first?”

Matty nodded assentingly, his heart pounding faster in his chest. “Well, I managed to secure a job at a powerful corporate law firm. I’ll be a personal assistant and assistant office manager. I start tomorrow; it’s a full-time position with a great salary and perks. Isn’t that fantastic?”

Kyle smiled broadly, his gaze flickering proudly between Matty and the bags in his arms. “Absolutely outstanding, Matty!” he congratulated, his voice thick with pride. “I am thrilled you found such a perfectly fitting job so quickly, it’s exactly the kind of thing I’d hoped you’d find.”

Kyle says as he puts the car into gear. “After dinner, I think we should celebrate your success together.”

Matty nods enthusiastically, his heart swelling with affection for his kind-hearted master. “That sounds wonderful, Kyle. Thank you for supporting me.”

As they arrive home, the scent of simmering sauce wafts through the air, mingling with the faint trace of vanilla candles that permeates the house. Ken and Logan greet them at the door, their faces aglow with anticipation.

As Logan sees the bags Matty carries, his eyes widen with surprise. "Matty," he gasps, his voice trembling with awe. "You got a job today?"

Matty beams, his gaze resting lovingly on Logan. "I did," he replies, his voice proud and triumphant. "And I bought a few new outfits for the occasion."

Logan reaches out, grasping Matty's hand and squeezing it gently. "Congratulations," he whispers, his voice hushed with admiration.

“And how did you do today Logan? I trust the house is in order?” Kyle asked as he stepped inside.

Logan cleared his throat, a hint of unease coloring his tone. "Uh, yeah," he mumbled, his voice trailing off as he glanced apprehensively at Matty. "I cleaned, but, uh, I kinda lost track of time."

Kyle narrowed his eyes, his gaze steady as he scrutinized Logan. "Well, I expect you to keep going until it’s done," he growled, his voice laced with dissatisfaction. "You know the rules, Logan. No excuses," Kyle snapped, his voice low and menacing. "Get back to work."

Logan hesitated, his gaze flicking apprehensively between Kyle and Matty. "But it's already past dinnertime," he protested, his voice trembling slightly. "Isn't it time for us to eat?"

Kyle scowled, his gaze steady as he regarded Logan sternly. “Martin can serve dinner, you can eat later when you’ve finished," he grumbled, his voice harsh and unforgiving.

"Don't worry, there'll be plenty of leftovers for you, Logan."

Logan swallowed hard, his gaze flicking apprehensively between Kyle and Matty. "I, uhh," he stammered, his voice quavering with indignation. "I think I deserve a break, Kyle. I've worked hard today."

Kyle snorted derisively, his gaze steady as he regarded Logan contemptuously. "You think you deserve a break?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"You're just a worthless sissy ****, Logan. You'll do whatever I say, whenever I say it. Now, get back to work."

Logan bit his lip, his gaze flicking apprehensively between Kyle and Matty. "I-I'll get right on it," he croaked, his voice trembling with fear.

Kyle sighed wearily, his gaze steady as he scrutinised Logan. "good," he conceded, his voice barely satisfied.

"Now get out of here and finish cleaning the house."

As Logan shuffled away, his shoulders heaved with suppressed tears. His feelings of rejection and inadequacy consumed him, making his legs weak. Matty watched Logan disappear down the hallway, his heart heavy with empathy. Kyle smirked, his gaze locked on Matty. "Well, well," he purred, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "At least one of you wasn’t a total disappointment today."

Matty swallowed hard, his gaze darting nervously between Kyle and Logan.

Morning sun shined in through the window of Kyle’s very messy bedroom after a night of vigorous activity between Kyle and his slaves. All three lay tangled in the sheets of Kyle’s bed.

Their bodies slick with sweat and arousal, reflecting the intense passion they shared last night. Matty and Logan lay cuddled up next to their master, exhausted but content. The sun streamed in through the curtain, casting golden rays onto the trio.

Kyle groaned, stirring awake beneath the covers. He opened his eyes, squinting at the sudden brightness. He could hear the soft breathing of his two pets beside him. Smiling, he wrapped an arm around Matty's waist, pulling him close. Matty stirred, his warm breath fanning Kyle's neck.

He yawned, stretching his arms above his head. "Good morning, Master," he cooed, his voice sweet and playful.

Kyle chuckled, tightening his grip around Matty. "Morning, my sweet pretty boy," he replied, his voice warm and affectionate. "Did you sleep well?"

Matty nodded, smiling up at Kyle. "Yeah, I did," he murmured, his voice soft and tender.

Kyle stroked Matty's cheek, his touch gentle and soothing.

"How about we get dressed and enjoy breakfast in bed?" he suggested, his voice warm and inviting.

Matty nodded eagerly, his gaze darting over to Logan. "That sounds delightful," he chimed, his voice lilting with enthusiasm. "Logan, are you joining us?"

Logan stirred, his sleepy eyes fluttering open. "Sure," he murmured, his voice hoarse from sleep. "I guess I could use some sustenance."

Kyle chuckled, patting Logan's leg affectionately. “Good, because you’re serving, my pretty little maid.” Kyle purred, his eyes dancing playfully.

Logan got up and headed to the wardrobe to change into his maid uniform.

He pulled on the frilly pink dress, tightened the corset, and slipped into the fluffy white apron. He secured the heels on his feet and fastened the delicate lace gloves on his hands. Finally, he placed the adorable maid hat on his head, completing the outfit.

"Ready for service, Master," Logan announced, his voice a mix of deference and satisfaction.

Kyle grinned, his gaze wandering over Logan's formfitting attire. "Perfect," he replied, his voice teasing and lustful.

"Now, bring us breakfast in bed, my dear little maid."

Logan nodded, his gaze darting nervously between Kyle and Matty. He rose from the bed, his movements graceful and fluid. He padded silently towards the kitchen, his heart beating faster with each step.

Logan surveyed the countertop, searching for ingredients to concoct a sumptuous meal. He spied a loaf of freshly baked bread, a bowl of fresh fruit, jar of honey, and a plate of smoked salmon. With a determined nod, he set to work preparing the feast.

He sliced the crusty bread, arranged the succulent salmon on a platter, and carefully drizzled honey over ripe strawberries. Logan breathed a sigh of relief as he completed the task, his senses awash with the tantalizing aromas of fresh produce.

Returning to the bedroom, Logan carried the loaded tray with careful deliberation. "Breakfast is served, Master," he proclaimed, placing a tray in front of each of the three of them to enjoy their breakfast.

Kyle and Matty exchanged delighted grins, their appreciation evident in their expressions.

"Thank you, Logan," Matty cooed, his voice warm and appreciative. "This looks delicious."

Logan blushed, his gaze darting nervously between Kyle and Matty. "It's nothing," he murmured, his voice humble and self-deprecating. "Just doing my duty as Master’s devoted servant."

Logan mumbled, his eyes cast downward in humility.

Kyle winked at Logan, his gaze lingering fondly on the petite maid. "Well, you're doing a marvelous job," he praised, his voice warm and approving. "Maybe you should come over here for a treat after breakfast." Kyle grinned as he groped his morning wood suggestively towards Logan before digging into his breakfast.

After they finished breakfast Kyle sent Matty to go get ready for his first day at his new job, and had Logan shuffle over to worship his throbbing morning wood.

Logan obediently moved towards Kyle, kneeling before him with a reverent expression in his eyes. Kyle gently tugged out his swollen cock, exposing it to Logan's longing gaze.

"Look at my big cock, Logan," Kyle whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Do you want this cock in your mouth?"

Logan nodded eagerly, his gaze fixed on Kyle's erection. "Yes, yes, please," he moaned, his voice shaking with desire.

"I want to taste you, Master."

Kyle chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on Logan's pleading face. "Of course, my pet," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Lick my cock clean, Logan. Show me how much you love it."

Logan eagerly leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lap at Kyle's engorged member. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive underside, savouring the rough texture of Kyle's skin. It was the first time Logan had tasted cock since losing his manhood, and while he couldn’t be turned on by sucking cock the way he used to, he still savoured the opportunity.

Logan slurped and sucked greedily, taking every inch of Kyle's shaft into his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down.

Kyle moaned softly, his hips bucking involuntarily as Logan's lips tightened around his erect flesh. "That's it, Logan," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Suck it harder."

Logan obliged, his jaw muscles aching with effort as he desperately tried to satisfy his master's demands.

Despite being unable to achieve orgasm due to his permanent emasculation, the sensation of Kyle's cock filling his mouth provided a unique satisfaction for him. It was a stark contrast to the times when he enjoyed sucking cock as a man, but now, he revelled in the power exchange and the knowledge that Kyle’s pleasure was all that mattered to him.

As Logan continued to slurp away at Kyle's erection, Matty returned, wearing a crisp short pink skirt and blazer. He observed Logan servicing Kyle, his eyes filled with awe at the passionate sight before him.

"You two better hurry this up or I’m going to be late to work" Matty remarked, his voice laced with envy.

Kyle chuckled and slid Logan's head back, the tip of his cock leaving Logan's mouth with a wet smack. He stroked his cock just three times before hot cum started shooting all over Logan’s slutty face.

The smell of jizz filled the room with a mixture of saltiness and sweetness. Logan looked up at Kyle, his eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Master," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.

Kyle smiled, his gaze caressing Logan's face. "You're welcome, pretty boy," he replied, his voice warm and tender. "Now, don’t you wash that off, I want to see it proudly streaked across your pretty face when I get home tonight. Wear my cum with pride baby."

Kyle shifted, rising from the bed sheet and heading towards the bathroom.

He closed the door behind him, leaving Matty and Logan alone together. Logan felt the tension in the air between them; they both wanted attention from Kyle and they were happy to share it but it was hard to deny the lustful ache that comes from seeing the other getting his attention.

He glanced at Matty, who sat on the edge of the bed, nervously biting his lower lip. Their eyes met, and Logan could sense the anxst filling Marty’s usually cheery personality.

"First day jitters?" Logan asked, his voice portraying his sincere concern.

Matty hesitated, his gaze flickering uneasily between Logan and the bathroom door. "A little, yeah," he admitted, his voice wavering slightly. "I mean, I was excited yesterday but now my boss knows about me I’m not sure what it’ll be like working there."

Logan nodded sympathetically, his gaze meeting Matty's troubled eyes. "I understand," he replied, his voice softening with reassurance. "We're all in this together, remember?"

Matty managed a faint smile, his gaze drifting lovingly towards Logan. "I know," he murmured, his voice full of gratitude. "Thanks for being here for me, Logan."

Logan returned the smile, his gaze filled with warmth and kindness. "Anytime, Matty," he replied, his voice tender and reassuring.

The bathroom door knob turned and Kyle stepped out, adjusting his tie and buttoning up his shirt. "Sorry about that, guys," he murmured, his voice distracted and annoyed. "What'd y'all talk about?"

Matty cleared his throat, his gaze darting nervously between Kyle and Logan.

"Uh, we just talked about—"

"Work," Logan cut in, his gaze fixed on Kyle. "We were discussing the challenges of starting a new job."

Kyle arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between Matty and Logan. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice calm and concerned. "You seem a bit stressed."

Matty nodded, his gaze flitting back and forth between Kyle and Logan. "I'm just nervous," he confessed, his voice quivering slightly.

"But Logan really helped me calm down."

Kyle nodded, his gaze shifting towards Logan. "I appreciate that, Logan," he murmured, his voice warm and affectionate. "Now, let’s go Matty, don’t want you to be late."

Kyle said, turning towards the door.

Matty gave Logan a grateful look before hurriedly following Kyle out of the room. Logan sighed, feeling a pang of jealousy. He knew that he would never be able to experience the pleasures of sex again, but watching Matty and Kyle together was almost unbearable. He shook his head, trying to focus on his chores for the day.