This was my opportunity to shine and I took it. I crawled over to my owner on my hands and knees and pulled off his white sports socks one at a time. I kissed each size 13 foot reverently, in an act of utmost humility and respect to my superior.
I reached upward toward the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them downward, Sir Jace lifting his rear in the process. I pulled them and his briefs completely off. I looked Sir Jace in the eyes, my own eyes wet from tears of joy. He took the hem of his shirt in his fingers and pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor. My heart sank. Seeing Sir Jace completely naked is my most favorite thing on the world. All of those years of hard labor on construction sites has built a strong body, on top of that, Sir’s masculinity and virility is brilliantly showcased by the burly hair, his beard, his chest, his pits, his dark trimmed pubes. I gush, knowing I am in the presence of a God.
Sir Jace always enjoys lying back with his hands clasped behind his head as I work his one-eyed trouser snake that was already at a full blown mast. How he manages to get and stay that hard while being stoned and a bit drunk is truly impressive, it must be all that testosterone flowing in his pores.
I brought my nose just up to his taint, right below his bull balls and took a deep whiff. Oh my gosh, the aroma was making every fibre of my being come to life. The mix of sweat, musk, cocoa butter, all combined is the most appealing pheromone for me. I moved my face upward, my nose right between Sir’s scrotum and dis it again, reinforcing the same effect on me, making me lightly moan and dizzy.
I finally attached my tongue to his balls and began to lick them like a cat cleaning its fur. I looked up to watch Sir Jace. His eyes were closed, a smile on his face, those pecs stretched and heaving, the tufts of dark hair under his pits fully exposed. I wanted so badly to sniff and lick them both, maybe I’d be allowed to later, I hoped.
Once those balls were coated and treated to my satisfaction, I glided my tongue upward, several long licks from balls to head, first on the underside, then topside, teasing Sir until he grunted.
“Swallow my cock, faggot. Quit teasing me!”
I didn’t respond, I took action, wasn’t that what he said earlier, less words more action. I opened my mouth wide, raised myself up on my knees, guided his hard spongy dick head to my mouth, took it between my lips, and lowered until I hit bottom. Sir Jace placed one of his hands on top of my smooth bald head and applied a little pressure. I wanted to stay like this forever, Sir’s hard cock down my throat, the pungent fumes of his nether region swimming in my head. I knew at that moment, I was the luckiest faggot on this planet.
When Sir removed his hand and my throat relaxed, he placed his hand back behind his head as he was before. It was my turn to drive. I raised my head upward until his cock head was right at the entrance of my mouth and then plunged downward. Again, I glanced upward to see the look on Sir’s face. I was sucking him silly, he had a goofy smile on his face, in a complete state of dormancy, allowing his faggot to service his cock as God himself intended. Everyone knows faggots were created as a species to service real men, I was fulfilling my duty to the human race.
I began to use more suction and tongue in my movements, in response, Sir’s body became gradually more tense. I picked up the pace, and wrapped my hands around his waist. Sir Jace was close. His hands moved quickly, one under my chin the other on my head, holding me in place as he bucked his hips upward until letting out a loud groan.
“Uuugggghhhhhh, ooooohhhhh I’m gonna feed you my spunk, faggot. So close. Oh fuck, here it fucking cums, faggot. Don’t you fucking move! Arrrrrggghhh, mmmmmmmppphhhh, ooooooh fffuuucccckkk!”
Sir exploded into my throat like Mt. Vesuvius. I swallowed it all in earnest, reminding Sir Jace that he did have possession of the best cocksucker ever.
I waited for Sir’s orgasm to completely pass before removing my mouth from his now spent penis. I gave it a loving kiss and then went to retrieve his boxers to place them back on Sir Jace.
“No, get me a fresh pair, faggot. Stuff those in your face while you make me dinner. You’ll taste me, smell me, think of me, always me, all the time. I’m gonna reprogram you until I’m convinced you get it.”
Sir Jace chuckled to himself watching me sniff his drawers before taking them into my mouth.
“Get the duct tape, faggot, and bring it to me. You know where it is.”
I went to fetch his clean briefs and the duct tape.
“Come over here. Kneel right here!”
“Mmmm Thir!”, I mumbled through the cloth.
Sir Jace wrapped the tape around my head and cut it off when he thought the job was done.
“No chance of them falling out now and I don’t have to hear your faggot mouth for a while!”
I almost was going to say “thank you, Sir”, my I just didn’t. The man just finished saying he didn’t want to hear my mouth.
I busied myself in his kitchen. I made him a chicken cordon bleu with risotto, and a side of steamed spinach. Although he’d already had lots of beer, I did serve a glass of white wine.
Sir ate it all, he has a healthy appetite.
Sir Jace rubbed his belly and said, “damn, faggot, I keep eating like this I’m gonna get fat. This meal was perfect. You and I are gonna need to go to them gym every morning if you keep feeding me like this. You could be my towel boy, wouldn’t that be fun, faggot?”
I nodded my head enthusiastically. Honestly, the 90 or so minutes I’d been gagged with Sir’s black briefs was a thrill. My little locked dicklet was continuously leaking, getting so turned on by the taste.
I thought maybe Sir Jace would want to go out since it was Saturday night, but he didn’t say that. I saw him on his phone his fingers moving quickly on the keyboard. He kept looking at me as I cleaned the kitchen. I had a sense he was up to something.
“Hey faggot, come over here so I don’t have to yell at you.”
I couldn’t speak so I just walked over.
“I invited a couple of friends over tonight to hang out. Go check to see that I have snacks and enough beer.”
I nodded my head.
I looked, not enough snacks, just a half eaten bag of Doritos, not enough beer. How would I tell him that without speaking? I pulled out a pad and pen and wrote it down and hand delivered the note.
“Get dressed and go to the market. I need to shower and get dressed anyway.”
I waited to see if Sir Jace would remove the tape from my head. I paused.
“What are you waiting for. You already breaking the one rule I have!”
I had a look of pleading in my eyes as I walked back to him from the bedroom. I hoped he’d have a change of heart.
“Get over here, faggot!”
He cut the tape off my head and said, “I had you there for a minute, didn’t I? But let’s be honest, if I wanted you to go out there in public with my underwear stuffed in your face, you would have done it. We both know that. I think you would have cum in your pants! That’s why I’m not going to let you do it. I think you’ve already hit your cum quota for the rest of the year. I don’t want any more accidents.”
I left a little relieved and somewhat disappointed that I wouldn’t be shopping with duct tape wrapped around my head for the world to see.
I picked up some chips and dip, some other small bites and three six-packs of Bud in the bottle. When I returned back to Sir’s place, his two friends were already there. They seemed to be fully engaged in conversation, laughing and having a good time. Each with a bottle of Bud in their hands.
One guy was White, seemed to be around Jace’s age, mid to upper 40’s, rugged, long kept beard, stocky, blue eyes, graying hair. He was in jeans and a gray sweatshirt. The other guy was around the same age, Black, very tall, like 6’4” probably, deep voice, dark eyes, goatee, bald like Jace, slimmer, also in jeans and a sweatshirt. Good looking men.
All three ignored me as I walked past them to prepare snacks and to place the beers in the fridge. I brought it the snacks to the coffee table.
“Hey fellas, this is my faggot. Anything you need, just let it know.”
No introductions were made, that was it.
“Can I get another beer, please?”, the Black man asked.
“Yes Sir”, I said reflexively.
“Hey, hey, hey, you get back over here faggot!”
“What did you just say?”
“Yes Sir?” I looked at Sir Jace wondering what I just did wrong.
“Whose faggot are you? Tell me!”
“I’m your faggot, Sir!”
“That’s correct. Who is the only man that you call, Sir? Tell me again!”
“You, Sir!”
“That is correct. Next time I’ll make you lick soap! Why are you still dressed? Faggots don’t wear clothes, at least not indoors!”
The three men laughed at me as I stripped down to my jock.
“And Collins, there is no need to say please to my faggot. He’s very happy to serve you without pleasantries. That’s its job!”
I brought round after round to the men as they continued in their evening visit, refreshing their snacks when needed, ready for any requests that might surface.
When Sir Jace said he needed to take a leak, he snapped his fingers and I followed him to the bathroom, and I drank straight from the tap.
“Go get the funnel, put it on, and stay here.”
I did as I was told and heard Sir Jace say, “hey boys, if you need to take a leak, the urinal is in the bathroom.”
“You have a urinal in your bathroom, Jace?”, the white guy asked.
“You might say that, yes.”
“I want to check that out!”
The white man walked into the bathroom and found me on my knees next to the toilet wearing a funnel urinal connected to my mouth.
“Holy fuck! What do I do, just stick my dick in the funnel?”, he asked.
I nodded.
The white man walked up to me as if he was taking a leak in the toilet and began to fill the funnel and I drank it down like lemonade. The man shook his cock over the funnel and the remaining drops drained into my throat. He zipped up and left me.
I heard him say, “Hey Collins, you should check out that urinal. It’s pretty cool, hehehe.”
That deep baritone said, “yeah, I think I will. All this beer in me I think I’m gonna burst!”
“Whoa, what the fuck is this?”, Collins said upon seeing me.
“Hey Jace, you into some kinky shit aren’t you?”, he yelled loud enough for Jace to hear it.
“Well, I do gotta piss so I might as well. I mean Davey did it, it doesn’t make me gay if I piss into this urinal.”
I could tell Collins was conflicted, but when he opened his jeans and pulled out his big black dick, I could see why Collins acted with such confidence, so much big dick energy. His cock was at good hefty 9 or 10, not as long as Eddie’s but much thicker. I found him very attractive. Collins aimed his cock at the funnel and began to let it fly. He mustn’t have pissed all day, I was guzzling like a drain.
Collins pulled up his jeans, zipped up and walked back out to the living room.
Sir Jace screamed for me.
“Hey faggot, take off that thing and get Davey’s jacket. He gotta go.”
I helped Davey put on his jacket one arm at a time and bro hugs were exchanged before he left.
“Collins, you don’t have to leave. I ain’t got no plans tonight. I got some weed if you want and we can chill right here.”
“That sounds good to me. I could use a hit and a chill night. Thanks buddy.”
“You ever get a foot rub, Collins? My faggot gives the best foot rubs.”
“No, my bitches don’t be givin’ me foot rubs.”
“Go ahead, faggot. Give my good friend Collins a foot rub.”
I sat on the carpet and removed Collins shoes and socks and exposed his size 14 feet. They were huge. I wanted to sniff them, but that wasn’t what I was asked to do. I held one foot between my thighs, upright, and began to rub his feet with my hands.
”Oh fuck, that does feel nice, Jace.”
Sir Jace threw a bottle of lotion at me, I opened it and poured some on my hands and rubbed it into my palms before resuming my work.
”Can I ask you a question, Jace?”
”Why is your faggot’s ass all marked up?”
”Collins, sometimes you gotta punish faggots when they step out of line. Sometimes it’s the only way.”
They carried on this conversation while I continued working Collins’ feet.
“I gotta ask. What did the faggot do to deserve that?”
”Faggot, why don’t you tell Collins what you did?”
”Yes Sir. I had three orgasms without asking for permission.”
”What? You beat him because he shot his nut a few times? Isn’t that human nature. A man gotta cum.”
”Collins, you really need to learn more about faggots. He’s no man. He’s a faggot. We don’t go around drinking piss, sucking dick, taking it up the ass, do we?”
“No, I suppose we don’t.”
”My faggot is my property. I have a lock on its useless pathetic dick at all times. I don’t let him take a shit without my approval. I certainly won’t have him shooting his nut all over my house. No way. Denying him keeps him focused on me and my cock, and my needs.”
”Wow, you gay guys got it made. My girls are all about making them cum. They get one look at my dick and run off. Say I’m too big. That ain’t right, Jace. Men like us shouldn’t be walking around with blue balls. Shit. And you got your own personal faggot rubbing your feet. I’m jealous, Jace. This feels so good.”
Sir Jace lit the rolled joints took a hit and passed it over to Collins. They switched off a few times while I kneaded Collins right heel.
“Hey Collins, you say your bitches don’t suck your dick? That ain’t cooll”
”Nah, these ho’s are afraid of it. I had one bitch last week give it a try but she used too much teeth so I just creamed in her pussy.”
That ganja must be making them horny because both guys had hands on their crotches.
”Did I tell you my faggot is the best cocksucker? That’s why I keep him around. Ain’t nobody give better head than that faggot rubbing your feet. I’m sure if you wanted, he’d be glad to blow you. Give you an idea of what a good blowjob is all about….”
