“Bruh, you serious? I’m no queer. A foot rub is one thing, a blow job is another. I don’t think I can deal with some faggot’s mouth on my dick.”
“Dude, your loss. You really don’t know what you’re missing. You can’t say I didn’t offer. You mind if my faggot blows me and I’ll turn on the game.”
“Suit yourself, man, it’s your house.
“Hey faggot, bring us some cold beers and get your mouth on my cock.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.”
I handed Collins a cold one and set Sir’s down on his side table. He’d already turned on the TV to some NBA game, I guess.
I knelt in between Sir Jace’s thighs and pulled down his sweats. Sir Jace was only half-hard. I tried not to be subconscious that a straight man was just over on the sofa as I initiated a slow, wet, descent down Sir’s hardening dick. I may have been making slurping noises as I concentrated on the task at hand, or I should have said, my favorite task of all the tasks that I perform for my Sir. Sucking on his dick makes me feel closer to him, the bond between faggot and Sir unbreakable.
Sir Jace would occasionally put his hand on the back of my head and push me down. He was lightly moaning, soft, “oh yeah, that’s it”, every couple of minutes. I knew Sir Jace was really enjoying himself and maybe showboating a little for his friend Collins.
“Sounds like you’re really having a good time over there from the sounds of it.”
“Oohhh yeah. I told you, bruh, my faggot’s the best there is. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Ohhh, that’s it faggot, just hold your head down there and take my dick like a good cocksucker! Gonna be feeding you soon, don’t fret faggot!”
“Wait, your faggot even swallows your nut?”
“Hell yeah! Of course it does. Faggots be gettin’ off on it. You saw how my faggot swallowed your piss already, but shooting your load down its throat, my faggot loves that most of all, don’t ya faggot?”
“Mmmmm hmmmm”, I mumbled with a very full mouth.
“Maybe I’ve had too many beers but listening to you getting head is making me horny as fuck. Would you be pissed if I change my mind?”
“Nah bruh, it’s all good. I’m happy to let my faggot blow you.”
“You think you’re faggot can do me now. I don’t want your cum in its mouth, you know that’s fuckin’ gross.”
“For a straight dude, yeah. I get it.”
Sir Jace snapped his fingers.
“Hey faggot, you heard the man. Go suck his dick and do a good job. First get us a couple more beers.”
When I brought them over. Sir Jace passed a lit joint over to Collins and as he exhaled, I took position between Collins’s legs. I attempted to unbuckle his belt, but he pushed my hand away.
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it.”, Collins said adamantly.
I watched his long ebony fingers work to undo his belt buckle, unzip his jeans, and pull them along with his plaid boxers down to his knees. Holy fuck, Collins was hung like a horse. That horse cock hung there, almost bent in half in a jungle of wild hair. Straight men aren’t always into manscaping, I suppose.
When Collins moved his hands away, I placed my right hand around his cock and stared at it for a few seconds in admiration. I thought about Sir Jace in this moment, well, in that what he would expect from me. He would expect me to give his friend Collins the very best head of his life.
So I began. I licked the bulbous cock head with my extended tongue and felt Collins body flinch. Once I opened a bit wider and took in a few more inches, his body relaxed. Likely, Collins was having an internal battle of wills which was prohibiting him to settle in and fully embrace me giving him head. I was determined to win Collins over. I took a deep exhale through my nose and crash-dove nose first all the way down to base.
“Oohhh fuck! Oohhhh wow! That’s fucking amazing! Oh my God!”
“I told you, man, the best there is! Just relax and let my faggot take care of you.” Sir Jace passed the joint back over to Collins. This drag was a big one and that’s the one that did the trick. Collins body went mostly limp and he clasped his hands behind his head. I glanced upward to see him with his eyes closed, the back of his head tilted toward the ceiling in a complete state of bliss.
That was exactly what I hoped for. I had Collins exactly how I wanted him. I took complete control from there, no need for Collins to do anything but lay there and let me do my thing. Every time I deep throated his 9.5 cock he’d moan in utter delight. I decided on a full-service blow job, I lowered my mouth and began to tongue bathe his balls. Collins smelled wondrous, I was lapping him all up all over my tongue, sniffing his intoxicating odor. It was like a faggot energy drink I wanted to bottle up and savor forever.
“Oh man, Jace, your faggot is licking my balls, holy fuck that feels good!”
“My faggot will lick your ass, too if you want it to.”
“Nah, that’s nasty. You’re a lucky man, Jace, you got this faggot well trained.”
I begrudgingly let go of his nuts and went back north to work his knob. A sweet surprise was right there a the tip, a clear pearl of precum right there for the taking. My tongue darted for it like a frog eating an insect. I wanted more but knew I’d need to work harder to get it.
Any faggot worth their weight knows every man has a preference when it comes to having their cocks sucked. My Sir, for example, is all about no hands, continuous deep throating and very sloppy. Up until this point, I’d only been using my mouth as I’ve been trained. But faggots need to be flexible, so I gripped Collins’s cock with my left hand and placed my mouth over the head and began a slow wet stroking, working my fist and my mouth in tandem.
“Ohhhh yeah, ooohhhh fuuccck. That’s sooooo fucking good! I’m gonna blow if you keep doing that, faggot.”
So I kept doing that, and I went a little faster, feeling this heavy balls bounce up to the base of my hand. I was slurping hard, increased the suction of my lips, and that was it, I’d taken Collins to his point of no return.
“Jesus Christ! I’m fuckin’ cummin’! Ooohhhh arrrrrggghhhh, uuuuuhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, fuuuccckkk!
Collins certainly blew his load, my mouth was flooded with his white hot seed. I swallowed it as it spewed into my mouth, coating my teeth and gums, dripping down my chin. It was a tsunami of semen, much to my delight.
When Collins finished exploding his body shook and I pulled off immediately as his cock became too sensitive for anymore stimulation. I bent back a bit and watched Collins with his head in his hands, breathing hard.
“You enjoy that, buddy? Sounded like you busted a good nut there.”
“Oh dude, I haven’t cum that hard in forever. You weren’t kidding, you got yourself a good cocksucker right here. Fuck man! Wow!”
“Hehehe, I fuckin’ told you man, best fucking cocksucker there is. Glad you enjoyed it. Hey faggot, you forgettin’ something?”
I crawled back over to Sir Jace for more of his cock. Sir Jace’s joint was just about burnt to end, but he managed another hit and one for Collins who was still in post-orgasm bliss.
I opened my mouth and knew very soon I’d be drinking a second load of cum and I couldn’t wait. I eagerly swallowed down Sir’s hard erection and he placed his hands right in the back of my head with force, jutting his hips upward to get his cock as deep down my throat hole as possible, grunting with every stroke, feeling his body become tense under me.
“Grrrrrr, mmmmmmpppphhh, I’m gonna blow, faggot. Take my motherfuckin’ babies down your faggot throat. Ohhhh fuuuuckkk! There you go! Swallow all my fuckin’ seed faggot! Lap it up!”
I did exactly that until Sir Jace pushed my head off his dick.
Collins rose from the sofa and said he needed to take a leak and then he was gonna hit the road.
Sir Jace snapped his fingers and I followed Collins to the bathroom. This time I drank right from the tap. A bit bleachy from the cum in the beginning but gradually turned more acrid from all the beer at the end. I gulped and guzzled and slurped it all, another gift from this tall dark Lord.
Collins washed his hands and dried them and then returned to the living room.
“You sure you don’t want to stay over, Collins? We did have a lot to drink and we smoked a lot of weed. You can have the sofa if you want.”
“Nah, I’m good, bruh. I’m gonna call an Uber since Davey drove me here. Thanks for having me over, and uh, thanks for letting your faggot get me off. I needed that.”
“Anytime, anytime. Hey faggot, get Collins’s coat and say good night.”
I took Collins his coat from the closet and said. “Good night, hope you get home safely.”
Once the door closed Sir Jace said, “hey faggot, you did good tonight, real good. In case you were wondering I work with Davey and Collins. They will be reporting to me when my promotion comes through so I wanted to make a good impression.”
“Thank you, Sir. It always pleases me when you’re pleased.”
“You might be getting it after all, faggot. Pleasing me is your number one priority, remember that. I’m going to bed, you clean this mess up and then you can come to bed.”
“Yes Sir. Good night, Sir.”
I collected all the empty cans of beer and put them in the recycle bin. I dumped Sir Jace’s empty ashes and wiped the ashtray clean. I fluffed the pillows on the sofa. I would remember to vacuum tomorrow as I spotted crumbs all over the floor. I put away the uneaten snacks and made sure the kitchen was in order before doing the same in the bathroom, wiping down the sink and toilet, before retiring to bed.
Sir Jace was already sleeping soundly. I placed his dirty clothes into the hamper. Yes, I did sniff his underwear and had my purposeless cock hadn’t been contained I’d have sprung a woodie. I love the way my Sir smells and can never get enough.
I climbed into bed under the covers next to Sir Jace and I went to bed knowing his was pleased with me and knowing that tomorrow, Sunday, would be the last day of the weekend, my last chance to make a positive impression.
Sunday morning was typical, drank Sir’s piss, made his breakfast, took in the paper, vacuumed, dusted. I kept myself busy while Sir Jace worked on his computer. I had noticed when I went to get Collins’s jacket in the closet that it could use a bit of tidying. I color coded Sir Jace’s clothes, made sure all the hangars were faced in the same direction, and even threw away a bunch of old things that were looking raggy from the floor.
I popped my head into Sir’s little office and asked if there was anything I could do for him.
“Bring me another cup of coffee, faggot.”
I made a fresh pot as I was not about to be reprimanded for serving cold coffee from the morning. I brought it to him and sat it on the desk.
“Sir, may I please have permission to ask a question?”
“What is it? Can’t you see I’m busy, here, faggot?”
“I was wondering if it would alright to take a shower, Sir. I’ve been cleaning all day and feel gross.”
“You do smell rank, faggot. Go take a shower and soon it will be time for dinner. Let’s eat out tonight, I wanna talk to you about something important.”
“Yes Sir.”
After showering, Sir Jace and I left his place. I wore my infamous “LOCKED FAGGOT” shirt as was expected, and was leashed as we walked down to the Italian place on the corner.
Sir Jace hung my leash on a hook along with our coats and we were seated at a table in the back.
Sir ordered us a coupe of beers and a pepperoni pizza. I don’t like pepperoni but I wasn’t going to say anything. If that was what Sir Jace wanted me to eat, I would eat it happily.
“So you remember how you made me $3000 the other night when I pimped you out to Eddie?”
“Yes Sir”
“While you were busy cleaning, I placed a deposit down on a small house up the street. I had some savings, too. I worked with the realtor and the mortgage broker and was approved for a loan. The closing date is in a month.”
“That’s exciting, Sir. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you, faggot. It is good news, but it’s gonna be a big payment every month with these crazy interest rates. This means I’m gonna need you to chip in. I just wanted to be sure this is truly what you want. Once we do this there is no going back. You’d be my live-in faggot every day. There are no days off.”
“I understand that, Sir. I will be honest, I’ve dreamed about this day for years.”
“Well, there’s more. I told you already, I don’t have feelings for you. Faggots serve men, they don’t marry them. We will never, ever be equals. I need to be clear. Bryan and I broke up a few months ago, and I’m not gonna get romantic with anyone anytime soon, but I want to you to be fully aware, I might fuck other guys at home, I might even date them, or make you cook a meal for one of my dates. I won’t tolerate you being jealous, or pissed off. Do you understand me, faggot. As you know I ain’t got no problem using that cane on your faggot ass or something worse!”
“Yes, yes Sir. I’ve already accepted our dynamic. I know faggots are made to serve men, not to marry them. I’m fully prepared to do this.”
“Excellent, excellent. Now that we got this out of the way, I’m gonna need you to switch your direct deposit at work on Monday. You said you’d do it and I expect you to keep your word.”
“Yes, I promise, Sir. I will do it tomorrow.”
“That’s my faggot!”
Sir Jace looked away from me and at our waitress.
“Hey, could we get a check here, please. I gotta my faggot here home. It’s past his bed time.”
The waitress cracked up while I sat and secretly relished in the humiliation. I feel like Sir Jace knows how to stimulate me; public humiliation works every single time.
Sir Jace fucked me on my hands and knees before bed getting in a last seeding. Once he dismounted, he was out like a light in a few minutes.
The next morning, I drank his piss, brewed the coffee, made his breakfast, packed his lunch, etc. I was eager to get to work and switch my bank account like I promised.
Except the minute I sat at my desk I was summoned to one meeting after the other, and was left with a long to-do list with extremely tight deadlines. I had not even a minute to myself all day. By the time it hit 5pm, the Human Resources department was closed. I thought maybe I could process the change directly online, but that was not the case.
Sure enough, on my way back to my place, Sir Jace texted me.
“Faggot, did you do it?”
“Sir, I’m sorry, no, I had a busy day.”
“Where are you?”
“Walking home.”
“Get your faggot ass here right now!”
I ran to his place, fearing the absolute worst.
When I opened the door with the key, Sir Jace was standing there, steam coming out of his ears!
He lunged for me and slapped me across the face.
“You selfish motherfucker! I asked you to do one thing, and you let me down. I don’t get it. Every fucking second of your life you are to put me first! You need to remember that! Beating you obviously didn’t leave a lasting impression!”
I cowered, “I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m sorry, please don’t…”
Sir Jace slapped me again.
“Shut up, faggot! I don’t want to hear you speak!”
A tear ran down my cheek.
Sir Jace pulled me up by the collar and shoved me into the sofa.
Sir Jace had a little blue pill on the side table and a glass of water.
“You know what that is you stupid selfish faggot?”
“No, no Sir”, I sobbed.
“That’s a dick pill. You know what a dick pill does to your dick you stupid motherfucking faggot?”
“Ummm, makes…makes your dick hard, Sir.”
“Correct, score one for the faggot! Imagine how uncomfortable it will be for you tonight after you take that dick pill. Your impotent, unusable, piece of shit dicklet is gonna throb like a motherfucker all night! After tonight, you’re gonna thank me for just using a whip the next time you fuck up!”
“Sir, please, please don’t. Please, I’ll get the cane..please!”
Sir Jace stared right at me with his arms crossed.
“I’m waiting, faggot. I want to see that pill disappear. Do it now or we’re done forever!”
Sir Jace never makes a threat he’s not prepared to keep. I took the little blue bill into my mouth and took a swig of water and swallowed the pill.
“Open your mouth, faggot!”
Sir shoved his finger in my mouth to make sure I didn’t trick him.
“Get out!, pointing to the door.
It was going to be a very long night.
