The New Macho of the House - Part III

Life had found a perfect rhythm. César had become the central axis around which all family dynamics revolved.

Mornings began with my dad getting up before everyone to prepare breakfast. It wasn't a forced obligation, but something he had started doing out of pure instinct.

"Good morning, César," my dad would say with a genuine smile while serving him coffee exactly how he liked it.

"Thanks, Javier. Always so attentive," César would respond, and those simple words filled my dad with satisfaction.

I would get up a little later, with the constant feeling of the chastity device that had become part of my daily reality. I no longer thought about my own erections or masturbating. My sexuality had been completely transferred to César.

During breakfast, César would review his classes for the day while my dad made sure he had everything he needed.

"Do you need anything special for today?" my dad would ask.

"Just make sure my blue shirt is ironed for tomorrow," César would respond, and my dad would mentally note the task.

When César and I left for the university, we were just a couple of student boyfriends. We would walk hand in hand, talk about classes, and be completely normal.

But I wore the chastity device. Sometimes, during classes, when I moved in my seat, I would feel it and an involuntary smile would appear on my face.

"What are you thinking about?" César would ask me during breaks.

"About you," I would respond honestly, and he would smile with the satisfaction of someone who knows they have total control.

Meanwhile, my dad had started working part-time. He had reorganized his life to be more available for César.

"I need more time to keep the house as César deserves," he had explained to me one night.

When we returned from the university, my dad would already be waiting for us. He had developed a special routine for when César arrived. As soon as he heard the door, he would approach, kneel in front of César, and say:

"Thank you for coming home, master."

It was a simple but powerful moment. César would put his hand on my dad's head for a few seconds, as if blessing his servant, and then indicate for him to get up.

"How was your day?" my dad would ask after getting up.

"Good, Javier. It smells delicious what you're cooking," César would respond, and my dad would practically radiate happiness.

During dinner, my dad would serve César first, making sure he had everything he needed. César would often tell him to sit with us, because he understood that his role as the alpha male included taking care of those under his protection.

The afternoons would pass with César studying in the main room, me doing my homework at the dining table, and my dad taking care of the household chores. Each one had found his place.

My dad had developed an almost supernatural...