It just have been a little past 4am when I felt Master Eddie’s cock stiffen inside of my asshole. It felt incredible. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was 4:07, Master was sleeping soundly, maybe having some erotic dream resulting in a nocturnal woodie.
Since I was awake, and that hard brick was already deep in me, I began to slowly glide my hole up and down that flagpole, pleasuring myself. I crossed my arms over my chest and began to twist and pull my nipples, really getting into it, as if I were alone at home playing with one of my toys.
My worthless locked dicklet attempted to harden I was so aroused. I placed a finger right at the piss slit opening of my Viper cock cage and felt my own moisture there like morning dew. I brought my finger to my lips and tasted my semen. I was trying so hard not to make too much noise, stifling the moans I so wanted to escape from my lungs.
My riding Master Eddie’s cock undetected lasted almost twenty five minutes, I couldn’t help myself and was grinding now more aggressively, working harder to release the cum trapped in my balls.
Master Eddie’s eyelids began to flutter, and I was caught in the act.
“Holy fuck! Look at you, faggot. You really love cock, don’t you? You can’t control yourself. You know, if I were to fuck you with my big black dick, you’d pop off in no time. Is that what you want me to do, faggot? Want me to fuck another load out of you?
I loved hearing Master Eddie call me a faggot, making me desperate for him to use his horse cock to get me off.
“Yes, please! Please Master Eddie. I wanna cum so bad!”
“You need a real man to help you cum faggot? Is that what you need?”
“Ohhh fuck! YES!” I was getting off on the degradation and humiliation, two of my biggest kinks, Master Eddie was quick to pounce.
“Tell me why you need my big dick to fuck you? Is it because you’re a locked faggot with a useless little cock? Hmmm?”
“Yes Master Eddie! I’m a locked faggot with a useless little cock!”
“You need a man’s dick to make you cum, like a woman? You’re not even a real man, are you faggot?”
“No, no, I’m not a real man Master! I’m a locked faggot!”
He was torturing me, his throbbing cock impaling my butthole, making me wait, degrading myself.
“Please, please fuck me! I need to cum so bad, Master Eddie!”
“Oh, I will, I’m gonna knock you up, faggot. You want me to breed your pussy so you can cum? Is that what you want, faggot?”
“Yyeeessss, yeeesss, please knock me up!”
“Only because you begged so nicely, I’m gonna knock you up. Your cunt is so warm and loose.”
After several seconds, Master Eddie gripped my waist and began to pummel me on my side for a few minutes, then he had my back on his chest, fucking upward inside my loose pussy. His hands planted on my pecs, twisting my nipples. I was delirious from all the stimulation and when Master’s cock found my prostate and hit my button over and over again, my body erupted and my cock spewed white hot lava all over my cage, dripping down my balls and taint.
Master Eddie flipped me back on my stomach and pile drove me, pounding me into the mattress, once again using my ruined cunt hole to get himself off. He fell onto my back, still inside me.
Several more minutes passed, it was after 5am, Master seemed to be sleeping, but not sure. I began to feel my belly swell as he let his piss release inside my rectum. When he finally rolled over I dove for his cock so I could taste the combination of piss and cum on it. It tasted exactly as I’d hoped, such a unique blend of bleach bitterness that cannot be replicated.
I tried falling asleep but I really needed to get out of bed to expunge all those fluids from my bowels. When I finished, I joined Master Eddie in bed and he spooned me. We both fell asleep until almost 9am.
I checked my phone and Sir Jace had already texted me and said I best be back by 11am. Master Eddie suggested we shower together to save time and then he was going to take me for breakfast before returning me back to Sir Jace.
We both jumped in the shower naked and I began to soap him up all over, and especially enjoyed feeling his dangling dick meat in my hands. When Master Eddie began to run the soap over my body, his fingers explored the inside of my hole, which at this point had lost its “give” from the fisting and fucking. His digits seemed to fall right inside, past the knuckle.
Master Eddie pushed me against the shower tile wall and pressed his hard cock into my soapy crack.
“One more for the road? Wanna leave you with a parting gift.”
I pressed my palms on the wall and pushed my ass out slightly and the soap served as lube. That huge cock took my breath away as it once again rode my slippery cunt to another mind-blowing orgasm for both of us.
I watched Master Eddie from the bedroom as he shaved his face in the mirror, running that straight edge razor across his beard. He looked so manly as he went about his morning ritual, applying aftershave, then deodorant. He smelled absolutely divine.
We grabbed a quick breakfast on the run and by 10:45, we knocked on Sir’s door. I noticed the newspaper was still on the floor so I bent down to pick it up. I then remembered Sir Jace had given me a key so I used it.
Sir must have been in the shower because he was nowhere to be found. I kissed Master Eddie good bye, thanked him for a wonderful time and said he didn’t need to wait around.
After he left, I stripped to my jock and began to brew some coffee and started up some French toast and poached eggs for Sir Jace.
He startled me as I was focused on getting those eggs just right.
“Good morning, faggot. How was your night with Eddie?”
“It was fine, Sir. Thank you.” I was afraid to relay any details.
“Just fine, is that all faggot? You’re my faggot, I’m entitled to know the details, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, of course, Sir.”
I served his breakfast and poured coffee as a destraction.
Sir Jace was too smart for me, he just stared me down as I busied myself cleaning the frying pan. Wearing only his boxers as he does in the morning, he looked especially intimidating, and very sexy.
After taking a few bites he asked again, “Don’t play coy with me, faggot. What are you hiding? This can go one of two ways, you can tell me now or I’ll get the cane. I know how much you enjoy a good caning, right faggot?”
That is actually my least favorite thing of all! I do not like being caned but sometimes when I’m not obeying orders, or being smart mouthed, or just need correction, that is Sir Jace’s “go-to” punishment/adjustment tool.
“Well Sir, at first I swallowed his piss and I spilled some on the bathroom floor so I had to clean it up with my tongue.”
“That’s disgusting, faggot. That’s why I never kiss you, who the fuck knows what’s been in that mouth. Go on, what happened next?”
“I began to suck on Master Eddie’s cock and…”
“Excuse me, what did you call him?”
“Master Eddie, Sir. That’s what he asked of me so I was just following orders.”
“I’ll be talking to Eddie about that. The only man you’re calling Sir or Master is me. You got that, faggot!”
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”
I can see Sir Jace’s veins popping out of his neck he was getting angrier with each revealed detail.
“Just tell me, did he fuck you or what?”
“Yes Sir, he fucked me several times.”
“How many times, and don’t lie to me.”
“Three times, Sir.”
“And he came up your ass all three times?”
“Yes Sir.
“And what else? I still feel like you’re not telling me everything, faggot!”
“Huh? Ummm, well uhh I uhhh, what?”
Sir Jace reached across the counter and slapped my cheek hard.
“Stop babbling and tell me what he did to you, faggot!”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry. Eddie fisted me, Sir.”
“And did you like it faggot, did you like being Eddie’s hand puppet?”
“I did, Sir, I did like it.”
“Of course you did, faggot. Now look me in the eyes and answer one last question.”
I put the sponge and the pan down in the sink and looked Sir Jace dead in the eyes and watched his mouth move.
“Did you cum? You better not lie to me, faggot! I’m warning you!”
I couldn’t look at him any longer, I dropped my gaze and said, “Yes, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. Please don’t be upset.”
Through gritted teeth he asked, “how many times, faggot? How many times did you steal your orgasm from me?”
“Three, Sir. Three times, Sir!”
“Do you recall me giving you permission to cum? Did you forget who owns that pathetic excuse of a cock? That’s my cock, you’re my faggot and that’s MY COCK! I knew Eddie would cum up your faggot ass, that’s why you were sent there, but he should have known, you should have known, a faggot NEVER cums without permission!”
“Sir, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t be angry with me. I couldn’t help it!”
“You couldn’t help it? Listen to yourself. Of course you could have helped it! Go get me the cane right now! You’re gonna get it, faggot! Hurry up!”
I ran to the bedroom closet and found Sir Jace’s favorite cane. This was the Senior Kooboo Rattan cane that came in a four-pack. Sir had a tendency to break them. I ran back to Sir Jace knowing I wouldn’t be sitting down normally any time soon.
Sir Jace bent me over his knee and said I was gonna get 50 lashes to teach me a lesson. He started the first swat right over the center of my buttocks, and the next 10 were gradually lower until Sir was swatting just under my balls, right on my thighs. The tender skin hurt so much and I was flinching with every single strike.
The next ten went lower down the back of my thighs which hurt like a motherfucker. Ten more right on the center of my ass again, and I was crying like a baby. The next 10 hit the upper part of my buttocks, and the next 5 on the backs of my knees, two on the back of my exposed scrotum which had me howling in agony, and the final 3 right at the cerner of my ass. I thought I was done but Sir Jace pressed my back down and angrily swatted my ass, just wailing on my cheeks with that cane until he broke skin, then he stopped and pushed me off of him and I fell on the carpet.
My ass hurt like hell and I knew I deserved it.
“Thank you, Sir.”I looked up at Sir Jace above he, sweating, heaving from the exertion of teaching me a lesson.
“Faggot, thank you? Really?” Then he spit in my face and walked toward the tv, leaving me there, thinking about what I should do to prove my worthiness to my Master, my Sir, my God.
In an act of complete desperation I groveled at his feet. I kissed one foot and then the other, tears in my eyes from the caning still, yes, but mostly from disappointing the most important person in my life.
Sir kicked my mouth away.
“I can’t look at you right now, get away from me, faggot ! Don’t you have things to do?”
It was Saturday, laundry day, bathroom cleaning, vacuuming, grocery shopping. There was plenty to do. When I checked my backside out in the bathroom mirror, it was striped like a red zebra, swollen raised abrasions, purple bruises, and one spot where the skin broke was slightly bleeding. I wasn’t mad at Sir Jace. I was mad at myself for losing control. In the moment the ecstasy was exquisite, but it never should have happened. I chided myself over and over again as I went about my chores.
As I was scrubbing the toilet, Sir Jace marched into the bathroom and pulled on my collar.
“I need to piss, faggot, open your mouth!
I opened my mouth and as I made an attempt to swallow his shaft, Sir Jace pulled away. He began to piss on my tongue and then all over me, drenching me in a foul stench, stinging my eyes and filling my nose. When he finished, Sir Jace spit on me and said, “I’m going out, clean this up, faggot!”
There was a huge puddle of piss on the bathroom floor, and I was covered in it. After I heard the front door close, I sobbed like a little bitch, and then I convinced myself I’d do better, I wouldn’t let Sir down ever again. I licked up his piss as extra motivation, I needed to feel that connection to my Sir. I savored the gift of his urine and once I’d completed the task, finished scrubbing the toilet and decided to strip out of my piss soaked jock and showered. I had a small pile of used jocks that required laundering anyway.
Sir was gone for the rest of the afternoon. By the time he came back home, all of my chores had been completed and everything looked as if I worked at the Ritz Carlton. As soon as I heard the key in the front door I took to my knees and lowered my hands to the floor.
“How may I make this up to you, Sir. How may I be of service to you, Sir?”
Sir Jace walked right by me as if I didn’t exist. It was heart-wrenching. I thought he would be over it by now.
He took a seat on his throne.
“Bring me a beer and stop groveling, faggot!
I poured Sir a beer and set it in the side table and took to my knees once more.
“I went to see, Eddie.”
He paused to roll a joint, lit it and took a hit, set it down, and drank a swig of beer.
“He said you were one of the best faggots he’d ever fucked. I reminded him that your my faggot and you cum only when I say.”
Then another hit, another swig.
“Eddie knew he crossed the line and shouldn’t have let you cum at all. He knows the golden rule, faggots never cum without permission.”
A third hit, “another beer, faggot!”
I took it to him.
“He gave me a check for $3000. You know what that means, faggot?”
“No Sir, what does that mean?”
Sir Jace burped before raising the glass and drinking half the beer in it.
“It means you’re a slut and I’m your pimp, hehe. Your faggot ass just made me $3000! Hehe. Your mother would be so proud!”
He downed the second beer so I brought him a third.
“You know what I’m gonna do with the money?”
“What Sir?”, I asked.
“I’m gonna put a deposit down on a bigger place.”
“That’s great, Sir.”
“It is great, isn’t it, faggot. Then you’ll be my locked pussy slave boy every single fucking day!”
“Yes Sir!”
“But here’s the thing. If you’re gonna live here and serve me every day, you have to pay your way. That’s seems fair, doesn’t it, faggot?”
“Yes Sir!”
“So on Monday I want you to change your direct deposit to my account. From now on I’ll manage your money. You tell your landlord you moving out. You got me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir! Of course, Sir!”
“Things are going to change for you, faggot. If you’re gonna live with me, you have to follow my rule. There is only one. You know what it is?”
At this point, Sir Jace was drunk and high, and babbling.
“To obey you at all times, Sir?”
“Yes, you’re not so dumb after all, are you, faggot? From the minute you wake up until you fall asleep, you should always be thinking about me, how best to serve me, how best to please me, always looking to make me proud that your my faggot, you feel me?”
“Yes Sir, yes, i do!”
Sir re-lit the joint.
“I don’t think you do or you wouldn’t let me down so often. You really need to try harder, faggot. You know there are other faggots out there just begging for me to fuck them and take them in. Shit, Eddie would take you in if I let him, and I could go out there and hand pick another faggot just like that.”
“Sir, I’m sorry, I promise to do better.”
“Words are empty, faggot. I want to see it in action.”
He took another hit, and began to grope his cock under his grey sweatpants.
“But you know why I keep you around, faggot? I’m gonna tell you. I could go get another faggot, but nobody sucks a cock better than you do. I got the best faggot there is for that. I ain’t givin’ that up. And on top of that, you can cook, you can clean, you got a great ass to fuck. You think I’m just gonna give that away? I don’t think so, faggot.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Now show me that I’m not wrong about you. Get your mouth on my dick and make me feel good. Show me your worth, faggot. Show me why Eddie paid $3000!”
