With toilet water and piss drying on my face, I prepared Sir Jace’s dinner. I cooked up a roast beef with homemade mashed potatoes and broccolini. I served it with red wine and Sir Jace ate like a King, as he should, and complimented me on my culinary talents. After clearing his dishes and cleaning his kitchen, Sir Jace said I could finally wash my face since I’d cooked a good meal.
Sir said he needed to pay some bills and directed me to sit on the floor and massage his feet. I admired their size in comparison to mine, the perfect arch of his heels, the callouses of a hard working man under his toes and his heels. I began to think about Sir Jace at a project site, an image of him in a hard hat, a yellow reflective vest with nothing on under it, construction boots and tight jeans. That must be quite a sight.
“Did I tell you to stop, faggot?”
“No Sir, sorry Sir!”
“What were you thinking about just now? What’s on your mind?”
“Sir, I was just thinking about how hard you must work at your job and then I began to fantasize about how hot you must look doing it. I’m sorry for losing my focus, Sir.
“Well, you were thinking about me, so in a way you did not lose focus.”
I resumed rubbing the balls of his feet, “Thank you, Sir for allowing me to massage your feet.”
“I’m done here, let’s go to bed, I’m tired.we were out late last night and we had a tough day. Besides, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”
“Yes Sir!”
I followed Sir to his bedroom. He sat in the bed and allowed me to pull down his shorts and briefs and then to pull off his t-shirt. As I walked round to the other side of the bed Sir Jace was already under the sheet. I joined him there still in my jock.
“Sir, what did you want to talk about?”
“I was thinking about our conversation earlier today. I need to be very clear, I am not looking for a romantic relationship with you. I do like having you as my personal faggot. Your a good lay, nobody comes close to sucking my dick like you do, you keep your cock locked 24/7 so I don’t need to see it, you’re usually very obedient and well-behaved, you can cook and clean. Lord knows I ain’t got no time to start looking for random ass, no time for cleanin’. This weekend has really been great for me. I should have thought of making you my house faggot sooner.”
“Thank you, Sir. Yes, I’m good with this. I know that this is my destiny. This is what it is when you’re a faggot. I understand that. I feel like when I’m serving you sexually or doing household chores for you, making your life easier, making you feel good, it brings me so much joy. Thank you for choosing me to be your faggot.”
“You’re welcome, my faggot. I invested years of time molding and training you. You’re mine. Your ass is mine to fuck and breed, your throat is mine to choke you with my cock, your locked dick is my locked dick to control. When you’re in my house, your time is my time. Soon enough, every thought you have, every action you take, will be centered around me. Do you understand me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir. I do.”
“Good, now let’s get some sleep so you can serve me well tomorrow.”
“Good night, Sir.”
Sir Jace rolled over, his back to me. I supposed he didn’t want to confuse me by spooning me as he did the night before. This physical separation was deliberate, I knew that.
In the morning, while Sir was still asleep, I tended to my routine of brushing my teeth, shaving my face, showering and douching. I hoped Sir Jace would allow me the true glory of serving him sexually on our full day together. I brewed some coffee and brought a hot cup to his bedside so it would be right there when he awoke.i knelt beside him, quietly.
The smell of fresh, hot coffee probably prompted Sir to wake up. His upper body was already uncovered and his stretched a mighty stretch then looked down at me.
“Oh, there you are, faggot. Good morning. You know the drill, I gotta piss, open ya mouth.”
Damn, his bladder was full. So much yellow goodness to take in. I was eager, thirsty. For Sir, it was as routine as using a urinal, for me it was so much more. I looked forward to being of service within minutes of our day together.
Sir made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth then came back for a few sips of coffee.
“What’s for breakfast, faggot?”
“Would you like pancakes, Sir?”
“Yes, make me bacon, too.”
“Yes Sir. Right away, Sir!”
I hurried off to the kitchen and began to pull out the necessary ingredients to make pancakes and heated the oven to cook the bacon.
Sir had put on a pair of blue CK boxer briefs that made him look so sexy and sat at the kitchen counter.
“Where’s my newspaper? Come on, faggot, you gotta step up your game. I shouldn’t have to ask.”
I ran off to open the front door and presented the newspaper on the counter.
“Sorry Sir, you are right.”
“Right about what?”
“That I should have already had the newspaper on the counter. I should have anticipated that from yesterday.”
“Correct.”
Sir began reading the latest news as I completed his breakfast and I served him pancakes, bacon, and I peeled him orange slices, and refilled his coffee.
Sir devoured his breakfast and looked up at me by the sink cleaning the pan.
“How will you make yourself useful to me today?”
“Sir, what would you like? Whatever you need, I will do it.”
“No, are you dumb? When I ask you a question, you need to answer it. Try again, how will you make yourself useful today?”
“Sir, after cleaning the kitchen I will vacuum the carpets, clean the windows, dust your furniture.”
“Yes, that’s better. And what else will you do for me today?”
“Sir, is your cock off-limits still?”
“No, not as of this moment.”
“Then it would be my biggest joy to satisfy your sexual needs today.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. When I need your mouth or your ass, you drop whatever it is that you’re doing. My cock is your number one priority. Right, faggot?”
“Yes Sir!”
“You’re my faggot, right?”
“Yes, I’m your personal faggot, Sir.”
“Say it like you mean it. Show some pride!”
“I’M YOUR PERSONAL FAGGOT, SIR!”
“Yes, hearing you scream it out loud makes my dick so hard. Get your ass over here and get my dick wet, faggot!”
I ran like my life depended on it, around the counter and took to my knees. Sir already had his briefs down to his knees. The object of my idolization was hard and throbbing, and its eye staring at me for attention. I lunged forward taking this magnificent specimen deep into my throat and held it inside me. After 24 hours of complete withdrawal, I was ravenous for it. Jace pushed my head down with his huge palm and held me down until I was flailing for a breath.
“Fuck yes, swallow my dick whole, faggot. Show me how much you need my dick down your throat!”
I leapt forward a second time, and we repeated the same exact action as the first time, only I was held down longer and my eyes were beginning to swell.
Sir Jace pulled off and I was flailing for breath.
“Follow me, faggot!”
We walked to the sofa.
“On your back, hang your head over here!”
I dangled my head off the edge of the sofa arm, perfect height for throat fucking. Sir Jace held the sides of my face in place as his cock relentlessly shredded the back of my throat. I hadn’t heard such awful noises in a long time let alone the grotesque goo continuously dribbling down my chin onto the floor. All that mess, some discomfort, a small price to pay. Sir Jace was merely using his faggot. I was serving my purpose gleefully and if I could have formed a smile on my face it would have been beaming.
Sir Jace pulled his cock from my face, grabbed my arm and shouted, “give me that ass!”
Without hesitation I presented my ass high and ready knowing exactly what he needed. Sir bulldozed his hardon right up my back alley, pressing down on the small of my back with one hand while gripping my hip with the other. He launched into my backside like a battering ram, repeatedly slamming into me balls-deep.
“Oh fuck! Take my cock, faggot! With each thrust into me he grunted, “THIS…IS…WHAT…YOUR…HERE…FOR!” Then he laid into me full-steam. Grunting while his open palm whupped my backside.
“Tell me you’re my faggot!”
“I’m your faggot, Sir!”
“Again, louder!”
“I’M YOUR FAGGOT, SIR!”
“Oooh fuck. I fuckin’ love that. You gonna get a good load in that faggot ass! OOOOOHHHH FFFFUUUUCCCKKK, HEAR IT CUMS. OOOOOHHHHH YEEEEESS, FUCK!”
Sir Jace hasn’t cum so hard in months. He was tuned up and full of jizz. A man like him needs release often or his balls get backed up. It felt like a gallon had been injected into me.
Sit Jace folder his chest onto my back and whispered in my ear.
“You see, I can only fuck a real faggot like this. You fuck a faggot, you make love to your lover. See the difference?”
“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.
“For what?”
“Sir, thank you for allowing my throat to serve as a sleeve for your cock. Thank you for using my ass as a cum bucket, and mostly, Sir, thank you for explaining the difference between fucking your faggot and someone you love, Sir.”
“Very, very good. Stay right here, I got something else coming especially for you.”
A few moments later, Jace emptied his bladder into my ass, mixing in with his seed. How joyful. I loved feeling more of Jace inside of me.
After Jay pulled out I squeezed my hole shut.
“I’m gonna go to the barbershop. You keep yourself busy. You got me, faggot?”
Jace retreated to the bedroom to pull on some clothes and left me to my chores. After emptying my bowels I did everything I promised. I vacuumed, dusted, cleaned the windows, fluffed pillows. I looked in the fridge and noticed Sir was low on beer and other items so I went out to the market and returned before he made it home.
Sir Jace was out all day, but he did return around 5pm with a trimmed beard and a freshly shaved head and looked sharp.
“Looks like you kept yourself busy. Very good, faggot. Idle time is wasted time, isn’t that what they say?”
“Yes Sir”
“Bring me a beer, I’m gonna watch the rest of the football game. What’s for dinner, faggot?”
I poured a cold one into a glass and took him some snacks while I prepared salmon, rice, and spinach.
The rest of the evening after Sir Jace ate his dinner and I cleaned the kitchen and the kitchen floor, I knelt beside him. It was a test of patience. Almost two hours on my knees, not being addressed. The key was to stay attentive and ready in case Sir needed anything.
Sir Jace switched from beer to lighting up a joint and taking a few hits during the course of the Ravens game.
Since the score was one-sided and we both had to wake up for work in the morning, Sir Jace turned off the tv and said I should go turn down the bed for him.
I did that waited for him to step into the bedroom. He needed to piss before bed and I drank it up like a toilet, then I helped Sir undress and we collapsed into bed.
“Hey faggot, suck my dick.”
I went under the sheet and took his cock into my mouth still tasting a bit of piss. Sir’s cock hardened rapidly, and I swallowed it whole. Sir held my head down, his hand on the sheet covering the back of my head and I began to move up and down, up and down, repeatedly, with vigor and purpose. Sir likes a full-throated blow job. I wasn’t going to disappoint him on our last night together before the following weekend, my last opportunity to serve him sexually was to be cherished. It didn’t take long for Sir to nut down my throat. I felt Sir Jace’s body jerk as his cock twitched and fed me a late night snack.
After cumming, Sir slept well as did I.
Monday morning, after I drank Sir’s morning piss, I made him coffee and a bagged lunch, laid his newspaper on the countertop, and said good-bye as I needed to get back to my place to shower and dress for work.
“See you next weekend, faggot, or sooner if I need something.”, Sir shouted from the bedroom.
As I walked back to my own place, I reflected on the weekend. It was the best weekend ever. Being in his presence at all times was humbling. Doing chores for Sir Jace was thrilling. Serving as a urinal, a cum bucket, a spittoon, was the ultimate honor and it felt right. I couldn’t wait for next Friday!
