It sure was:strange coming home to my own place after a long weekend with Sir Jace. I was lost. I found myself thinking about him even when I was alone. Tending to my own needs felt selfish after work on Monday I caught up on my own household chores and personal needs but it felt just so weird. I couldn’t help but wonder what Sir Jace was eating for dinner, who was cleaning up after him, etc. a man like him needs someone to care for him, to tend to his needs.
I had a very hard time falling asleep in my own bed alone. It didn’t feel right anymore. Even when I woke up the next morning, I longed to serve as Sir Jace’s piss bucket. I’d done this 3 mornings in a row. When I made coffee in the morning, and brought the mug to my mouth I thought about Sir in his briefs, reading the newspaper, looking so fucking deliciously handsome. My twat began to flutter.
It wasn’t until after lunch Tuesday afternoon when Sir contacted me.
“Faggot”
“Good Afternoon, Sir!”
“Get your ass over here after work.”
“Yes Sir!”
I was so excited to see Sir again. I could hardly wait. I lost my breath from running over there as soon as I could answer the last email before five o’.clock.
When I came through Sir’s door, I was taken aback. It was the worst thing that could ever happen! Some young blonde white twink was in a white jockstrap, on his knees, blowing my Sir! This faggot was in MY spot!
Seconds after I walked in, Sir slapped the lad’s face hard.
“I told you no teeth, boy! Next time I’ll knock them out! Hey, faggot get over here and show this boy how to suck my cock.”
I thought I’d lose my mind! What the actual fuck! This wouldn’t be the first time I’d be training someone to suck Sir’s cock, I had to do this before with Bryan, Sir’s former fiancé.
“Hey faggot! I’m talking to you!”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Of course, Sir.”
No introductions were made but I already did not like this boy. I became insanely jealous. The boy slid over slightly so I could kneel between Sir Jace’s thighs. I decided I would not do such a great job on purpose. I wrapped my hand around his cock and lightly licked the head like I was afraid of it. I knew Sir hated any use of hands. It may have been the worst blowjob I’d ever given.
Sir became infuriated with me. I was bitch slapped. Hard. I fell over. Sir Jace rose from his throne, grabbed my shirt collar, bent down so his face was in mine and began to yell through his gritted teeth.
“What the fuck are you doing? You think this is a game? I promised my buddy I’d teach his fag how to suck a cock properly and this is what you do!”
I deny his hot breath on my face, spittle, too! Before I could apologize, I was hit with a backhander to the cheek and fell over again.
Sir Jace stood tall and commanded, “Let’s try again. You better pay attention boy, you watch how my faggot uses his throat, breathes through his nose, covers his teeth. My faggot is the best there is and with practice, you’ll be just as good, maybe even better.”
That last part was meant for me. I knew it. Sir had twisted ways to get into my head, to motivate me.
I was motivated alright. I got back up on knees and took Sir’s cock down my throat and gave him and his dick the respect it deserved. Sir began to groan as he wrapped his hands around my head like he was gripping a melon and began a slow throat fuck. I looked over to the boy as he looked on in envy and anger, as if I’d stolen his cock, and he glared at me with steely eyes that could kill. I was proud that I had superior cocksucking skills to this inexperienced cunt.
After Sir Jace tore up my throat for a bit he sat back down and had me take over. His hands clasped behind his head.
“Now you watch, boy. You see how my faggot has no gag reflex, breathes through his nose, no hands, uses his tongue, no fucking teeth. This is how you give a proper blow job. I can see why Eddie sent you here. You have no fucking clue. That’s enough, faggot. Boy, your turn!”
I hated to watch this scene playing out in front of me. Now that I understood the situation, I was relieved Sir wasn’t looking to replace me, but seeing that boy with my Sir’s cock in his mouth rocked me to the core.
As I looked on green with jealousy, the boy began to choke on Sir’s cock. I could see Sir Jace becoming flustered. “Boy, you got to relax your fucking throat. Don’t force it, and stop using your mother fucking teeth. Now try again!”
I snickered aloud at this admonishment. Maybe I was enjoying this now a little too much.
“Faggot! You think this is funny? If this boy doesn’t walk out of here with some good cocksucking skills, it’s your fault!”
“Sorry Sir, yes Sir.”
I took more of an active interest as the boy brought his mouth to Sir’s cock.
“Now open you mouth wider, stick out your tongue. Now slowly lower your head down.” I guided the back of his head down. “You see, use your spit to coat Sir’s cock. Breathe through your nose and relax. Exhale for me.” Without warning, I pressed his head down and there he was, deep throating all of Sir’s eight+ inches. His baby faced chin resting on Sir’s balls.
“Just hold your head there for a few seconds. Feel your throat wrap around Sir’s cock. Let it relax just a bit. Breathe again for me through your nose. Now slowly lift your head up.” I guided his head up and when I felt he’d gone far enough, I pushed him back down, burying his face in it.
“You see, you can’t be afraid of this cock. You gotta love it. It’s all about your attitude. You have to want to show this cock the respect it commands. It’s more than just opening your mouth and hoping for the best. You really have to work on your mind and your mouth working together. You have to pay attention to your Sir’s reactions. You see, look up, you see how my Sir has his head thrown back right now. This means he loves how your throat feels on his cock. Now, I’m gonna take my hand off the back of your head, and show us what you can do.”
It was like a switch in his head turned on. I watched him bob up and down on Sir’s cock, sticking with it, even when Sir held his head down for seconds at a time. The boy was getting it.
“Ok faggot, you can go now. I think we can take it from here.”
“Yes Sir”
I left there so angry. I did my job, yes, but now this boy was stealing Sir’s load from me!
Silence is the worst punishment for a needy faggot like me. It wasn’t until Thursday came around until Sir texted me again. I longed for him in the worst possible way during those two days.
“Faggot”
“Yes Sir”
“7, and plan on staying until Mon morning.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir, for allowing me to serve you.”
I went home after work and packed a few jock straps, some toiletries, and my freshly laundered “LOCKED FAGGOT”, shirt. I also packed some knee pads I had from my high school sports days. I was spending lots of time on my knees so why not be more comfortable.
When I arrived, Sir was already half naked on his throne stroking his dick wearing a wifebeater. There were four empty cans of Bud on the side table and a half smoked joint in an ashtray. On his screen he was watching some random white twink blowing a very well hung Black man. It looked like a Blacksonboys video.
I was sure not to stare as I stripped and took my rightful place between his thighs and took his thick throbbing cock into my mouth and got it nice and wet. Sir was so horned up, he must have been edging for hours. He stood up, pointed to the stool by the kitchen counter and I bent over it, knowing he wanted to fuck my ass.
Sir wasted no time and shoved his hard dick right up my ass and I yelped loudly.
“Shut the fuck up and take my dick!” Sir smacked my ass hard a few times as he pummeled me. both hands grasping my shoulders. He dicked me down into submission, I loosened my asshole and his cock hit me deeper.
“Ohhh fuck, yes, open that pussy up for me. You hear how wet that pussy is for my dick!”
“Ohhh YESSSSIIIIRRRR”
“Tell me what you are!”
“I’M YOUR FAGGOT SIR!”
“Again!”
“I’M YOUR FAGGOT SIR!”
“Oh FUCK! Yes! You fucking are my faggot. I’m gonna fucking breed your fucking faggot ass! Grrrr! Ohhhh fuck!! TAKE IT! Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh oh fuck!”
Sir Jace had bred be as soon as I walked in the door. I was elated. I turned my ass around and tasted my own ass juices as I savored the after orgasm remnants flavoring my tongue.
“I’m hungry. Make me something to eat.”
And thus begun my servitude for the evening….
