Within 20 or so minutes of walking in my door my cock began to ache, a slow building ache at first. I decided maybe a warm bath might help to diffuse what was about to come, so I turned on the water in the tub, stripped down and stepped inside.
I began to soap myself and I suppose nature took its course, I began to play with my hole, fingering my wet, warm, crevice. It felt so good. Left to its own devices, a faggot will do what a faggot will do. The feeling of the soap suds on my body, the finger up my hole, my need to twist my nipples…I wasn’t helping the cause. It only made the ache worse into a throbbing, deeper, pang.
I thought maybe if I shot my nut that would maybe alleviate the discomfort, but I didn’t feel right about cumming without Sir’s permission yet again making things even worse.
I dried myself off and crawled under the covers. All I thought about was my useless locked dick trying to spring an erection. Not only was I in physical anguish, it was mental, too. Once that blue pill really kicked in, I was in piercing agony. Sir Jace was a genius, he knew exactly how to bend my will.
I thought about taking a painkiller, too. Then I thought about the consequence if Sir Jace would find out, and he has his ways of making me squeal like a rat, telling on myself all the time under duress.
No, I was resigned to the unfortunate fact that I had to endure the next 4 to 6 hours. I tossed and turned, every time I closed my eyes I’d wake up from the throbbing pain between my legs. There is nothing worse than a cock being denied its freedom to harden by a cage, thwarting nature.
It was probably close to 3am by the time I felt any relief and so I overslept Tuesday morning. I arrived to work almost two hours late and looked disheveled, like I’d had a late night out drinking. If only that were true.
My priorities now in order, I marched right over to Human Resources and filled out the ACH form to fulfill my promise. I then texted Sir Jace to let him know that I had done so.
“Good faggot”, was his response, followed by, “Sleep well?”
“No, Sir, I did not.”
“Happy to hear that. Break my rule again and pay the price.”
“I promise to do better, Sir.”
My phone rang, it was him.
“Hello Sir”
“Where are you?”
“I’m at my desk, Sir.”
“Tell me, who do you belong to?”
“I belong to you, Sir. I’m your faggot, Sir!”
“Again, say it louder so everyone can hear you.”
“I’M YOUR FAGGOT, SIR!”
“Yes, never forget it. See you Friday, faggot.”
I felt lonely for the next couple of days, but I did have a chance to see my friend, Sam, who is also a submissive and has a long-term relationship with his Master. We went for drinks after work on Wednesday, but his Master only gave him one hour of free time.
I told him the news about turning my finances over to Sir Jace and moving in with him after the closing date. He was excited for me. As a fellow faggot, he understood everything. The ultimate goal of a faggot is to serve an Alpha man, and I’d be doing it for the foreseeable future.
By the time Friday came around, I’d rushed off to Sir’s place with my weekend bag. I’d left there on Sunday and it looked like someone took a wrecking ball to his place. There were beer bottles everywhere, clothes and crumbs all over the floors, a mountain of dirty dishes, Jace’s hair all over the bathroom (tub, sink, floor), dirty clothes thrown over the sofa.
Sir Jace was right there in his recliner watching TimTales porn, Mario Galeno fucking the daylights out of Jona Ortiz. In his black wifebeater, naked from the waist down, jerking his cock.
“Bout time, faggot. Hurry up and bring me that ass. I need to cum!”
I stripped off down my jock and hurriedly knelt down to wet Sir’s cock with my throat slime. I knew he was not in the mood for more than that.
Sir snapped his fingers and pointed to the arm of the sofa.
“Spread that ass for me, faggot!”
I reached back to pry my crack apart and show Sir my pink hole.
Sir spit a wad into my bullseye and pressed his cock inside. At this point Mario was fucking Jona on all 4’s, the poor bottom getting his hole wrecked. Mario sound occasionally flex his arms to show off his biceps as he fucked his bottom, that seemed to spur Sir Jace on, fucking me harder, dicking me down after not having access to my hole for five days.
Sir Jace ejaculated deep up my ass, then he smacked it hard for good measure. I get it, a bull like Sir Jace can’t go days without release. I’m always happy to be his cum bucket. I swiftly took his spent dick into my mouth and polished his knob clean.
“Get me my sweatpants, faggot.”
I went to retrieve clean sweatpants from his dresser drawer and helped him step into them as he sat back into the recliner and changed the channel to ESPN.
“I’m hungry, make me something to eat, faggot.”
“Yes Sir”
I had stopped on the way to the market to pick up some things on my way to his place knowing I’d be making his meals for the weekend. I preheated the oven and prepared a pork loin using fresh garlic, onion, rosemary, salt and pepper with some olive oil to glaze the meat. Then I cut up some sweet potatoes to roast along with it, and some asparagus to steam.
I brought Sir Jace a poured beer and took it to him.
“That’s a good faggot”, he raised his glass as if to toast me and took a big swig and set it down on the table. A little foam formed on his mustache. I brought over a napkin and dabbed his face.
I began to load up the dishwasher and make headway in the kitchen while dinner was cooking. Then I cleared all the empty beer bottles from the kitchen, the living room, his office, the bedroom, and threw all them into the recycle bin. I had a heap of dirty clothes and placed them all into the hamper to be laundered tomorrow. I lined up Sir Jace’s shoes, and more general cleaning. I’d get into the bathroom tomorrow and get that done, too.
“Sir, would you like me to serve you on a tray so you can watch the game?”
“Yes faggot, great idea.”
I brought Sir Jace a plate of food on the tray and set it down on the table beside him and moved it closer so he could access eat without missing any basketball.
“Mmmm, damn, this is very good, faggot. I’m gonna be eating like a king every day.”
“I’m so glad you like it, Sir. You are a King Sir. You’re my king and I worship only you.”
“Hehehe, that’s right, I’m your King and you’re my faggot. Bring me another piece, and get me another beer.”
“Yes King, right away.”
“I like that, I might have you call me that from now on. We’ll see.”
I brought over more slices of pork and a small helping of potatoes. After Sir Jace had ingested the asparagus, I rethought that option as a vegetable because I knew his piss would smell and taste just awful, but too late now.
When Sir finished his meal I asked if he wanted any dessert because I had stopped for some donuts on the way home.
“Yes, I’ll have a donut, faggot.”
I brought the box over so he can choose which one he liked. A double chocolate, I will remember that for the future.
I cleaned the kitchen from dinner putting away leftovers, wiping down the counters and mopping the floor. It was after 8:30pm at this point and Sir Jace was not in a talkative mood.
“Sir, may I interest you in a foot rub? Can I get you anything?”
“No, no faggot. It’s a nice night, why don’t we go out to the bar and see what’s going on. Go get dressed and bring me a shirt.”
I dressed in jeans and the “LOCKED FAGGOT” shirt and brought Sir Jace a black and red flannel button down shirt. I also had his coat, shoes and socks and helped him tie his shoes. Sir leashed me and we set out to the bar. I was very used to the public ridicule from being led around on the sidewalk by the leash. I felt like Sir Jace walked quickly so I’d struggle to keep up with his pace.
Normally when we arrive to the bar, Sir Jace would unleash me, but not this time. He pranced me around behind him until he found an open seat and sat. He pointed to the floor and said, “kneel”.
I looked up at him with a questionable expression.
“Faggots don’t sit with men. I was being too lax with you. I’m not anymore.”
As Sir Jace’s friends gathered around him he laughed and cajoled occasionally telling them about the house and then he’d point to me and say I’d been his 24/7 house faggot. After an hour and two beers, Eddie showed up.
The two Alphas embraced, then Eddie asked, “what’s this? Why is your faggot kneeling on this dirty floor?”
“Eddie, my faggot needs to be reminded of his place in society. Faggots shouldn’t mingle with men like us, not without permission.”
“You’re not wrong, Jace. You know that twink faggot, Jimmy?”
“Yeah, what about him.”
“He begged me to take him back. I told that faggot to get lost. I need a more experienced faggot. I tried out a couple throats last week. These fucking faggots were worthless, no cocksucking game. Now that your faggot has shown me just how good it can be, I won’t settle for anything less.”
“And you shouldn’t, Eddie. I know there’s another faggot out there for you. You just have to keep trying until you find one.”
“Your faggot is just so perfect, it really set the bar high you know.”
“Don’t let him fool you, Eddie. He looks docile and obedient, but he’s a handful. I made him take a dick pill the other night. This faggot promised me something and didn’t do it. Even the best ones have their faults. But that’s ok, Eddie, because I know how to deal with unruly faggots. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of practice in this area, too. You gotta find the right punishment for the crime, right?”
“You’re a cruel man Jace Robinson, even I hadn’t thought about slipping a viagra to a locked faggot, that’s just genius. I’m more traditional I guess, I have an arsenal of paddles, whips, and floggers that I don’t mind using from time to time, and I don’t hold back. The tongue is the most dangerous weapon of all. I have no problem expressing my dissatisfaction with my faggots.”
“My faggot gets off on that. The more you humiliate it, the more you demean it, the more it will revel in it. It’s unique in that way.”
“Hmmm, that’s interesting. I guess, like us Alphas, every faggot is different.”
“So what brings you out tonight, Eddie, on the prowl?”
“Always, Jace. Unlike you, I gotta go fishing to get my dick serviced.”
“Well, if you don’t get lucky, let me know, my faggot is always here for you.”
“Thanks friend, I really appreciate that.”
Eddie left us and Sir Jace yanked on my leash and we walked to the men’s room. Sir Jace had me kneeling between the urinals and placed his cock into my mouth and let it rip. That pungent asparagus smell filled my nose as I was gifted with his golden nectar. I drank it eagerly and licked my lips when Sir Jace shook his cock over my face.
As I tucked his cock back into his pants I thanked him for allowing me the privilege to serve as his piss bucket. There were other men pissing beside us, one even asked if he may use my mouth but Sir Jace wasn’t having it. “Get your own faggot, buddy.”
Sir Jace walked over to another set of friends and introduced me as “his faggot”. He wrapped my leash around his wrist as I knelt on the dirty floor beside him. I looked around the bar. There were two other subs kneeling near their Master’s but they were in puppy gear. That is a different kink altogether, although sometimes Sir Jace did treat me as his pet so maybe not too far off.
It was getting late and I yawned. It was a long day.
“I’ll just finish this beer and we’ll head home, faggot. It’s been a long day and you need your rest. There’s a lot for you to tend to tomorrow.”
Just as Sir Jace placed his empty glass on the table and said his good-byes, Eddie found us.
“Any luck tonight, Eddie? Any good prospects for you?”
“None at all. I’m gonna have to try something else, maybe Recon or something. I’m gonna go home with blue balls yet again.”
“Eddie, I told you my faggot is available. You wanna come over and let it get you off? No man should have to go home with blue balls when there are faggots sprawling all over this city.”
“Jace, I hear you. There are faggots as far as the eye can see, but I’m telling you man, no finer cocksucker than yours. Your faggot ruined me. If you’re okay, yes, I definitely need to get off I feel like my balls are going to explode!”
“Ok, let me just pay the bill, hold this for me.”
Now I was attached to Eddie. sir shave paid the bill and allowed Eddie to walk me back to his place. He seemed to like having me tethered to him for our short walk. In fact, Eddie and Jace would stop every so often just to prolong exposing me to the passers by. I could see Eddie’s chest puffing out proudly having temporary custody of my leash.
“Jace, I won’t lie. There’s something really exciting about having a faggot on a leash in public. I feel like a King out here. People be showing me respect.”
“Exactly. It takes confidence to walk a faggot on a leash in the middle of the street. Funny you should say you feel like a King. My faggot called me his King just today. I like the sound of that. My faggot worships the ground I stand on, don’t you, faggot?”
“Yes King, yes.”
“That’s right. You gotta find a faggot that will do the same for you. I know there’s one for you, you’ll see.”
Eddie tugged on the leash and we made it home. I was unleashed and I stripped down to my jock. I took Sir Jace’s and Eddie’s coat and the two men sat on the sofa. Sir Jace rolled a joint, lit it, took a hit and passed it to Eddie.
“This is some good shit, Jace. Where do you get it?”
“A buddy of mine from the bar grows his own. This is some really good shit. Those dispensaries be selling crap.”
“You gotta hook me up man.”
“Yes, no problem. Hey faggot, quit whatever it is you’re doing and get over here. Eddie needs his dick sucked.”
“Coming Sir, was just getting you both some cold beers.”
I set them down on the coffee table and took to my knees in front of Eddie.
“I really appreciate this, Jace. I haven’t cum good since your faggot was at my place last weekend.”
Eddie was eager to get my mouth on his dick, quick to pull down his jeans and underwear down to his ankles and pushed the back of my head earnestly onto his emerging hardon.
I took him in remembering just how long his cock was and knew I’d need to be on my game in front of Sir Jace. He’d expect me not to gag, not even once. I was deep-throating Eddie within a couple of minutes. My throat is trained to relax. I’ve got my technique down.
Eddie wasn’t shy about how much he was enjoying himself.
“Fuck Jace, you see how your faggot is gobbling up my dick? Feels so fucking amazing.”
“I know, my faggot got some skills. I’ve never seen him swallow such a long dick before. Fuckin’ hungry faggot, aren’t you?”
“Mmmm hmmm”, I mumbled.
“Eddie, my faggot’s ass is just winking at me. You don’t mind if I fuck it, do you?”
“Jace, he’s your faggot. You do whatever you want with it.”
As I was still working Eddie’s cock in my throat, Sir Jace pushed the coffee table back and spit on his dick. Then he pulled my hips back and pushed his cock right up my alley. I was getting stuffed with Black King Dick at both ends now. I thought their cocks would meet somewhere in my middle they are both huge.
I was moaning like a real faggot. Eddie held my head down while he skull fucked me and Jace pushed my head forward, ensuring I wouldn’t come off his buddy’s cock. Jace battered my insides deep-stroking his fat dick into me.
“Fuck Eddie, you wanna get some of this faggot ass? I don’t mind swapping with ya”
“Hell yeah”
Sir Jace pulled his dick out and I flipped over so I was riding Eddie’s cock reverse cowgirl. Sir Jace climbed onto the sofa so his cock was right at my face. He gripped my head into his hands and pounded away as Eddie jutted his hips upward filling my fuck hole with that eleven inch battering ram.
We went at this for a few minutes when Sir Jace jumped down from the sofa. Next thing I know, he pushed my chest backward so my back was resting on Eddie’s chest and I opened my legs wide. Sir Jace pried his hard cock in me over top of Eddie’s. Oh fuck, that was a lot of dick, big beautiful King dicks inside me at the same time. My mouth formed an “O” and I groaned in delight. Eddie grabbed onto my cage for leverage, he made for a great anchor cock as Sir Jace grunted and pounded his fuck rod into me.
“Oh fuck, look at your stretched pussy, faggot! You like two big dicks beating up that pussy, don’t you?”
I just nodded, “ooohhh Yessss, King, ooohhhhh!”
“Eddie, let’s take this to the bedroom so we can both be comfortable.”
Sir Jace pulled out and I dismounted Eddie. The three of us retreated to the bedroom.
This time Sir Jace lay flat on his back, his legs on the carpet at the edge of the bed. I mounted him, lying almost chest to chest, Sir hugging my back. My hole was super open already. Eddie had no issue coming in from behind, he was standing and forced his big fuck stick inside me. When Sir Jace clasped his hands over his head I began to lick and smell his armpits while both cocks pounded hard inside me. I felt like such a whore in that moment, two Alpha cocks using my pussy for their enjoyment. It was very intense.
Sir Jace and Eddie changed their positions so they were now lying on their backs, dick to dick. I was able to climb over them and ride both cocks at the same time, impaling myself on both cocks my locked dick continuously emitting clear strands of precum in the process.
Finally, I mounted Sir Jace with my back on his chest, Eddie coming in on top and both of them fucked me stupid until Eddie came up my hole and landed on my chest. I was taken to another planet of pleasure feeling his orgasming cock releasing a bucket of seed in my ass as Sir Jace was still buried to the hilt.
When Eddie rolled off me, Sir Jace rolled me onto my stomach and fucked me push up style. I grabbed onto his wrists as he rutted inside me. My hole, ravaged, used, abused, and sloppy.
The two Alpha men were lying side by side and I took each of their cocks into my mouth and made sure both were free of any cum, licking and tasting each one of them savoring the moment.
“Jace, that was epic. Your faggot has one hell of a hole. You’re a very lucky man.”
Sir Jace smacked me on the ass and said, “I know, I trained my faggot very well. Do you want to stay over tonight? My faggot will make us breakfast in the morning.”
“If you don’t mind, that would be great.”
“Of course. This bed is big enough for the three of us. Hey faggot, I gotta piss.”
I took to my knees and drank Sir’s piss from the tap, Eddie lined up next and did the same. I used the toilet myself to drain my dicklet.
When I returned to bed, Sir Jace was out like a light. Eddie spooned me and I felt his cock right at my crack. My cummy hole was needy and greedy so I reached behind me and put his dick right inside my craving hole. Eddie quietly, slow-fucked me for a few minutes while my Sir was sleeping next to me, and pumped another load right up my faggot ass.
That put us both to sleep for the night…
