The next morning, my head sure was pounding. I’d drank way too much alcohol, and I know Sir did, too . I slipped out of bed to brush my teeth and take some Tylenol. I brought some and a cup of water to Sir’s nightstand, assuming he’d need them, too.
It was now Saturday. As Sir slept soundly, I began laundry and made coffee. It was almost 11am by the time Sir Jace stumbled into the kitchen. He flexed and stretched his body, his massive arms above his head, revealing dark patches of thick hair under his armpits, and his hair covered pecs stretched wide.
“Good Morning, faggot. What time is it? I never felt so refreshed.”
“It’s almost 11am, Sir. Would you like some coffee and breakfast. Your newspaper is here.”
“Yes, please, but I gotta piss first, faggot.”
“Of course, Sir.”
As I wrapped my mouth around my Sir’s flaccid member, I tasted dried cum and ass. The memory hit me like a bolt of lightning, Sir’s cock, the very one pissing in my mouth , bred that bitch Jimmy last night. I pushed the memory away knowing if I wasn’t focused 100% on swallowing, I’d start gagging and choking. I wasn’t going to be defeated. Mission accomplished, Sir wiped his cock on my lips and my bald head and tucked his cock back into his briefs.
I poured him coffee and he sat on the counter.
“So tell me, faggot, you have a good time last night?”
“Of course, Sir. Anytime with you is always a great time.”
“That’s not what I meant. I forget you have to clarify everything for you faggots, there’s almost no working brain cells in your heads sometimes. Did you enjoy blowing Eddie?”
“Sir, that’s not fair. If I say no you will be angry with me, if I say yes you will be angry with me.”
“Look, I ain’t gonna hide it from you, faggot. I really got off fucking that young, tight ass. It was unreal. You gotta good ass, too, but after years of taking cocks, toys, fists…it’s used and it ain’t got no traction. But you’re still a great lay. If it makes you feel better, you’re the best cocksucker I know. Period. You should be proud of that.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You still didn’t answer my question, faggot.”
“Would you be mad if I said I did like it, Sir? It was so long, it felt so wonderful filling my throat. I felt like it would come out the other end it was massive!”
“Ok, ok. I get it, he’s hung. I’m not mad at you at all, I’m glad you enjoyed it. It means that Eddie did, too. You know he’s a big wig at my company. Maybe he’ll put in a good word and I’ll get that promotion. Then we can move into a bigger place.”
“Sir? What are you saying?”
“Well, the only reason I don’t have you here is this place is too small. A man like me needs some space. Can’t have you around me 24/7 in here. I need my time alone. If I had a bigger place, I’d just put you in a room somewhere out of my sight until I needed you for something. So, you keep making Eddie happy, feel me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir!”
“That’s the attitude I like to see. I see you’ve started laundry already. Answer me honestly. Did you sniff my briefs, faggot?”
“I might have, yes Sir.”
“Hehe, I knew it. Faggots are so predictable. I’m going to head out for a bit. I think the bathroom can use some freshening up, and I’m sure you’ll find ways to keep yourself busy.”
Sir Jace retreated to the bedroom to dress and left with one more thing to say to me.
“Oh, and if Eddie should come by, you make sure he walks out with a huge smile on his face. I want a fucking five star review. You understand me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir.”
Sir Jace walked over toward me and lifted my chin so my eyes met his.
“Whose faggot are you?”
“I’m your faggot, Sir! I said forcefully.
“Again, louder!”
“I’M YOUR FAGGOT, SIR!”
“Yes! That’s right you are. You wanna stay that way, you show Eddie a good time.”
“Yes Sir!”
I was cleaning the tub when I heard the doorbell. I answered in my jockstrap and collar as that was all Sir Jace would allow indoors. It certainly was Eddie with a bright smile in his face. In tow, was Jimmy, his faggot.
“Please come in, may I offer you a drink?”
“No, no. Don’t bother. Did Jace tell you that I’d be coming over? You seemed surprised to see us.”
“Yes, well, he told me you would be coming over, Sir. I didn’t realize Jimmy was with you is all.”
“I can’t leave him alone at my place. This young lad is always touching himself watching porn whenever he can. I should lock his dick up like yours.”
Jimmy didn’t look pleased hearing that.
“Chastity is just one of the many privileges Sir Jace allows me.”
“Truly amazing. You truly are broken in. Jimmy on the other hand has so much to learn.”
“We all have to start from somewhere I suppose, right Sir?”
“On that note, I’d love it if you’d show Jimmy just how you swallowed my entire erection last night. It was remarkable. I truly mean it.”
“Certainly, Sir.”
“Jimmy, get over there and watch a more experienced cocksucker show you how to suck a dick. Pay close attention!”
The twink knelt next to me as Eddie unleashed his anaconda. His cock literally dropped from his briefs from its heft. Before taking it in my mouth I just stared for a few seconds wanting to imprint this image in my head. I leaned I. And kissed the tip before running my tongue around it and giving it more soft kisses with my mouth.
I said aloud, looking over to Jimmy, “you see, you gotta love it. You have to want it. You have to respect the gift you are given.”
Jimmy nodded as I opened wide and slid that majestic cock into my warm mouth half way knowing I would need to position myself a bit higher to take the remaining inches down my throat and I wanted to take a breath through my nose. Once I did that, I lunged forward, successfully completing the task.
“Oh Lord Jesus, that is so fucking good!”, Eddie cried out. He held my head down with the palm of his hand. I relaxed my throat for a few seconds, and then I slid my head back until I felt Eddie’s cock head at my lips and this time I took it all in one thrust forward. I continued to throat fuck Eddie’s cock like this feeling a bit like a woodpecker, the way my head bobbed quickly up and down.
“You know what, faggot?”, Eddie said aloud after pulling his hardon from my face. “Show me that ass. Jace is always boasting about that fuck hole. I wanna see for myself. Jimmy’s hole may be tight, but it wears out too fast. He ain’t go no experience.”
Jimmy’s entire face flushed from the humiliation. Humiliation is such a turn on for me, but I can tell for Jimmy, it was hurtful. Now, ask me if I felt badly for him? No, I did not. I will never forget how his face glowed when MY Sir was reaming his twinky ass last night.
I stood up ,turned around, and bent over.
“My, my, my….what a sweet looking ass we have here. So perky, so creamy white and smooth.”, Eddie said as he rubbed his large hand over my globes.
“Jimmy, get my dick wet so I can fuck this faggot!”
Jimmy tried to replicate my blowjob technique but he was failing miserably.
“Damn it, boy. Quit using your teeth!”, moments later, Jimmy was gagging and choking, he just couldn’t get it right.
“I might have to trade you in for a new faggot, Jimmy. I’ve been very patient with you! Since you can’t seem to suck my cock right spit on my dick, you can do that much, can’t you?”
Jimmy tearfully spit on Eddie’s cock. I was still bent over, my hands holding my ankles and Eddie proved his cock around my fuck hole until he found his bullseye. No fanfare or warmup, Eddie rammed his rod all the way into my guts.
“Fuck, Jace is such a lucky man. Look how you’re taking my cock, faggot. Jimmy would be whimpering right now, but not you. Fuck this is going to be great!”
Eddie gripped my hips and began to pummel his big fuck stick inside me, the sound of his flesh bouncing on mine was getting louder as his thighs clapped against my ass. It was a struggle to stay bent over. Eddie gripped my chest and pulled me upright, slobbering his tongue into my ear.
“I should steal you from Jace and make you my own whore. I can fuck this ass forever!”
Then Eddie pushed my back down, my palms were now on the carpet, maximum depth position for that long fuck stick to bore me out. Eddie’s hands were now gripping onto my shoulders, his sweat drops were raining on my back. Eddie was not holding back. I recalled the instructions Sir Jace gave me before he left. He said I should make sure Eddie left with a smile on his face. I was doing everything to make sure that would be the case.
“Oh fuck…oh…fuuccck, I’m gonna fucking breed you good. Oh yeah…now this is one faggot fuck hole I will never forget. I’m fucking cumming in you faggot! Fuuuccckkkk yeeeessss!”
I felt Eddie’s cock unloading deep in my bowels. A warm wet feeling like an inferno planted inside of me. Maybe it was faggot instinct, but I dismounted and cleaned off Eddie’s cock without being told.
“Damn, Jace has you trained so good. You see what this faggot is doing, Jimmy? This is kind of service I expect. I hope you paid close attention because you’re on a short leash with me!”
Eddie put his spent dick back into his briefs and zipped up.
“Thank you, Sir Eddie for allowing me to be of service to you today. It truly was my pleasure.”
“You have some grade A talent, faggot. I will pass my thanks on to Jace for letting me use you today. Let’s go, Jimmy. We need to get home, you’ve got chores to complete.”
I saw them out and returned to my faggot duties. There was something deeply fulfilling for me taking my time and care ironing and folding Sir Jace’s clean laundry, scrubbing his toilet, etc.
It was a good two hours after Eddie and Jimmy had visited before Sir Jace arrived home. He had a brown bag in his hand.
“Hey faggot!”
“Hello Sir, may I get you anything?”
“Yes, make me a gin and tonic. Pour yourself one, too. You earned it. Eddie texted me as soon as he left here raving about you. He said you were one of the best pieces of ass he’d ever tapped. Good job, faggot!”
I went to the kitchen, elated, still stuffed with Eddie’s nut in me, and poured our drinks. Sir and I toasted and he swigged and I sipped. Obviously, Sir’s alcohol tolerance is far greater than mine and I imagined I’d be making him another one very soon.
Sir Jace went to his recliner, which I renamed his throne, and set his glass down and lit up a joint. I watched him intently from the kitchen. He grabbed the remote and turned on ESPN, college football. That brown bag was also on the table.
“Hey faggot, come over here for a minute. I wanna show you something.”
“Yes Sir”
“I bought you some things.” He opened the bag and pulled out a key attached to a custom made “FAGGOT” keychain, it was silver and written in script. “Here’s a key to my place so you can come and go as you need to.”
He placed it in my hand.
“Thank you, Sir! I’m so honored that you trust me with your house key.”
“You’re welcome, faggot. I have something else for you, too. I’ve noticed that sometimes it’s been a challenge not to spill my piss so I bought you a funnel. I think this will help you.”
He gave it to me and I looked at it questionably. If Sir was going to make me drink his piss, I liked it straight from the tap, I liked feeling his cock inside my mouth. Now there would be a device separating me from his cock, the object of my deepest desires.
“What’s wrong, faggot? You seem disappointed.”
“Sir, I am always thankful for anything you give me. It’s just that when I drink your piss, I am connected to your cock. With this thing, the connection is gone.”
“Faggot, there will still be times when you’ll be drinking straight from the tap, don’t you worry. I thought this would add a little fun. That’ all.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’m sorry. I should never doubt you. Let me refresh your drink, Sir.”
I put the piss funnel in the bedroom and the house key in my gym bag. Then I poured Sir Jace a second cocktail.
“Come here, faggot. Tell me again, who does your ass belong to?”
“You Sir, I’m your personal faggot!”
Sir began to rub his cock over his sweatpants.
“Say it again, louder. Say it loud and proud! Make my dick get hard!”
“I’M YOUR PERSONAL FAGGOT, SIR!”
“Yes, yes you are! Now show me that fuck hole and scream it out loud for me, loud enough for the neighbors to hear it!”
I yelled at the top of my lungs, bent over, “I’M YOUR PERSONAL FAGGOT, SIR!”
Sir began to rub my ass like Eddie had done hours ago.
“And who does this ass belong to, faggot?”
“It belongs to you, Sir!”
“Yes, it does. I can fuck that faggot ass any time I want. Isn’t that right faggot?”
“Yes Sir. You can fuck my ass anytime you want, Sir!”
“I’m going to, faggot. I’m going to fuck your ass right now. Hearing Eddie talk about how he fucked you made me jealous. I gotta reclaim that faggot ass. Make you remember it’s my ass to fuck, isn’t that right, faggot?”
“Yes Sir. Always yours Sir. My purpose is to serve you, always, Sir!”
“That’s a good faggot, spread those cheeks for me and show me that hole.”
I reached back and winked my hole at Sir, inviting him to fuck me.
“Look at that pucker winking at me. You want my cock up your ass, faggot?”
“Yes, yes please, Sir!”
“Come over here and show me how much you want my dick on your ass. Get it good and wet!”
I never moved so quickly in my life. I love it when Sir Jace gets himself all worked up to fuck me. I lunged on his already hard erection and produced as much spit as I could create. Feeling Sir’s hardness in my mouth, every ridge and vein as the blood rushed to his loins made me overcome with so much emotion. Knowing Sir still gets excited and turned on by me after all these years truly is exceptional. I showed Sir Jace just how much I adored his cock, how much I adored and revered him.
“Bend over the sofa, faggot. I’m gonna fucking blow up your hole!”
I know Sir was getting close already so this wasn’t going to be a long fuck. After he began to stir my innards, remnants of Eddie’s load were coating Sir’s cock.
“Oh fuck, I haven’t had sloppy seconds in so long. Cum is the best lube. Your hole feels so good, faggot! I’m gonna fucking fill that ass up! Yeah, fucking turn over that hole to me! Let me fucking cum inside you! Ohhhh fuckkkk! Oh fuuckkkk!!!”
Sir Jace hadn’t cum that hard inside me in ages. His entire body shook from the intensity of his orgasm and he fell into my back, I crashed onto the sofa, too. Jace laid down on top of me with all his weight, his dick still much inside me, still very hard. Sir Jace is famous for cumming multiple times without much of a refractory period.
Within a minute or two, I felt him slowly working his cock in me, now with a fresh deposited load of his own making all up in there. Sir Jace pressed my head down into the cushion as he ground his hips into me. I deep groan like a bear right in my ear.
“Fuuuccck faggot. Your pussy is sooo good. It fits around my cock like a glove. Gonna cream that pussy again. Fuck yeah, who owns this ass, faggot?”
“You do, Sir! I’m your faggot, Sir!”
“That’s right, this ass is all mine. Here it comes just for you. Take my nut. You feel me filling up your faggot hole with my seed? Feels so fuckin’ good. Ohh yeah. Your hole is so fucking sloppy. Oh fuck that’s hot.”
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for fucking and breeding my faggot hole.”
“Whose faggot hole?”
“Your faggot hole, Sir! My hole belongs to you, Sir!”
“That’s right!”
Sir Jace sure did enjoy fucking his faggot that afternoon. He was flying high. He had a late night nap on the recliner while I prepared a lasagna and salad, along with some garlic bread. I found a good Chianti in Sir Jace’s wine rack to go along with it. I even lit candles at his dinner table.
Sir Jace awoke and stretched. He said he needed to piss, so I scurried off to his bedroom to retrieve the new funnel device.
“Sir, would you like to use the funnel or…”
I didn’t finish the sentence.
“Yes, let’s try it. Let me get this around your head.”
Sir Jace, being a construction worker, was great with his hands, and figured out quickly how to assemble the funnel and have it fit on my head the way it was supposed to. Then he pulled his sweats down along with his briefs and began pissing into the funnel. Eventually, the funnel drained into my open mouth, right down my throat. It wasn’t the same as drinking from the tap, but I’ll take any means by which to serve as Sir Jace’s latrine. I think Sir’s piss was especially tangy because of the alcohol.
After he emptied his bladder, Sir asked, “what’s for dinner? I smell garlic.”
“Sir, I made lasagna, salad and garlic bread.”
“That’s sounds good.”
I pulled Sir’s chair out from the head of the table and had him sit. I sat a cloth napkin in his lap, poured some wine and water, then served his salad and garlic bread on a side plate and then his lasagna. I stood back watching Sir Jace enjoy the meal that I had prepared just for him.
“You’re spoiling me, faggot. A man could used to living like this. I had no idea you were so talented in the kitchen. I’m really hoping Eddie will come through with this promotion, then I’ll get a bigger place. Just think how perfect it will be to have you at my service 365 days of the year!”
Just then, we had a knock at the door.
“Were you expecting someone, faggot?”
“No Sir.”
“Well, answer the door. See who it is.”
“Should I put on some clothes first, Sir?”
“No, I don’t see any need for that. Just go answer the door.”
I opened the door and to my horror, it was my mother!
“Mother, what are you doing here!”
“I was told I could come by any time to see you, so I’m here. I should be asking you why you’re dressed like that? Why don’t you have on any clothes?”
“Mother, you can’t just show up here uninvited. I’m busy serving Sir Jace his dinner. This isn’t a good time.”
“Nonsense, I’m here now.”
Mother stepped inside, not taking no for an answer. I did my best not to turn around so she wouldn’t see my exposed butt. It was bad enough for her to see something unusual in the pouch of my jock. She didn’t say anything, but there was no hiding it.
“Who is at the door, faggot?”, Jace yelled from the dining room table.
“It’s just my mother. I’ll tell her to come back.”
“No, there’s more than enough here, invite her in.”
My mother overheard the invite and was quick to pounce. She walked over to the dining room table and sat down at an empty chair.
“Where’s your manners, faggot? Get your mother a plate and a glass of wine.”
“Must you call him that word? He does have a name you know.
“I’m aware. But in my house, he’s my faggot and that’s what I call him. I hope you will respect that.”
I had to give it to Sir Jace, unwilling to yield to my mother. It turned me on so much.
“Very well then.”
I set a plate for my mother.
“This is very good, Richard. I see grandmother’s gene has passed on to you.”
“Thank you, mother. Can I ask, why are you here?”
“Oh yes. Well since I could never get a hold of you during the weekend by phone I had no choice but to tell you. Your uncle Sal passed away last night. Your father is very upset. I think the funeral will be in a few days.”
“I’m sorry, mother. Thanks for letting me know.”
She turned to Sir Jace.
“Are you taking good care of my son? He looks a little thin to me.”
“Ma’am, I told you once before, I always take good care of my property. Your son is fine. He’s happy, look at him. When I first met him all those years ago, he was so lost. Your son has found a purpose in life, and that is to serve me. You should be grateful he’s not out there bouncing around from one loser to the next.”
“I can’t say I understand it, but it looks like you keep a clean home, and as long as my son is happy, that’s all I could ask for.”
My mother took a few more bites and said she had to leave before my father started looking for her.
“Sir, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she was coming here. I’m sorry she interrupted your supper.”
“It’s fine, faggot. You had no idea. I think it was good for her to see you like this”, pointing to me. “This is who you are. You are no longer her son Richard, you’re my faggot. She needs to know Richard no longer exists in my house.”
“Yes Sir. It sounds so funny to hear you say my real name.”
“Don’t get used to it. Faggot suits you so much better.”
“Now clean this up and get dressed, we’re going out.”
