I returned from the market and found Sir Jace awake and watching football. After I took the groceries to the kitchen, I stripped down to my jock once again without being told.
“Sir, may I bring you another beer?”
“Yessss”
Sir Jace had already had five throughout the day and was already slurring his words.
“Sir, with all due respect, maybe I should bring you some water instead?”
“What the fuck? You think you own me, faggot? This is my house and you’re my faggot! Now make yourself useful, I gotta piss!”
I knelt in front of the recliner and Sir Jace wobbled slightly as he stood and held my shoulders to balance himself, then I pulled his boxers down and placed his flaccid cock in my mouth. His piss was especially rancid with all that beer and no water. I swallowed every two seconds, pacing the intake as Sir’s full bladder emptied. He hadn’t pissed since the morning and with all that Bud in him, his stream seemed endless. I did my best not to gag or to drip. I still feared Sir’s unpredictability, and Lord only know how he’d react if I let even a drop spill out of my mouth. When Sir Jace finished, he wiped his cock on the top of my bald head and laughed.
“You’re such a faggot. Hehehe.”
He seemed amused.
I did not bring him another beer and hoped he’d sober up a bit before dinner: I made chicken parm, pasta and sauce, a salad, and garlic bread.
Sir Jace was quiet when I worked in the kitchen, I think he nodded off again. The man works very hard during the week in his construction job, 10-12 hour days. He needed his rest.
It was almost 7pm so nudged him on his shoulder.
“Sir…Sir…wake up please, it’s time for dinner.”
Sir Jace opened his eyes and went off to the bathroom to wash up. It was like he was a new man after this nap.
“Smells really good, faggot. I’m hungry.”
I pulled Sir’s chair out at the head of the table.
“Please allow me to serve you, Sir.”
He sat down and I poured him a glass of water. Then I served him some salad with a dressing I made from scratch.
He took a few bites, I imagined a man like Sir Jace likely didn’t eat too much salad as he seemed like a steak and potatoes kind of man.
He pushed the salad plate off to the side and I served him piece of chicken parm and pasta in a bowl and grated some cheese on both.
I stood to the side like a proper servant and listed as Sir cut into the chicken and ate.
“Mmmm, this is good, where’d you learn how to cook like this, faggot?”
“My grandmother was from Italy, Sir. She taught me how to cook, Sir.”
“Damn, this is good. I can get used to this for sure. Bring me another piece.”
I brought Sir another piece, pleased with myself that he enjoyed his meal. I had eaten a little in the kitchen before serving Sir as I intended my focus on him.
I cleared his dishes, cleaned the kitchen and took a piece of apple pie to Sir as he returned to his throne watching the Saturday night college football game on ESPN.
I knelt next to him.
“This game is boring. We’ve been in this house all day. Why don’t we go for a drink. Bring me something to wear and get dressed.”
I brought over a black t-shirt, black v-neck sweater, jeans with black belt, and his black boots. I helped Sir to his feet and assisted in dressing him, then I dressed myself. I wore the “LOCKED FAGGOT” shirt he’d bought me.
He looked so good, I could hardly believe I was his faggot and that I had the privilege of servicing him for the past 24 hours. A warmth came over me as I walked just behind him.
We arrived to our local gay bar and he had me sit next to him.
“Two Buds, please.”
He took off his coat and I did the same and I hung them up and returned.
When the Buds came, I opened the can for Sir and he told me to drink the other one.
“Listen faggot, I wanna talk to you.”
“Yes Sir”
“Ever since Bryan left, it hasn’t been easy for me, but you’ve always been there. I know I’m not an easy man to please, and I’m moody, and sometimes an asshole. Somehow all of that doesn’t bother you.”
“Sir, it is my honor to serve you. I’m proud to be your locked faggot. I’d do anything for you.”
“Yes, and you serve me well. These past 24 hours have been fantastic. I wasn’t kidding when I said I could get used to this. A man like me has needs only a good faggot like you can understand.”
“Yes Sir, my purpose is to make you happy.”
“Two more Buds, please.”, Sir turned towards me and placed his big hand in mine, “What I’m trying to say is that it would make me happy if you would be my weekend house faggot. You come straight to my house after work Friday and stay until Monday. What do you think?”
“Sir, really? I would love that! Oh Sir, I could hug you I’m so happy!”
Sir gave me a playful smack on my back and said he needed to take a piss. I asked him if he needed me to assist. I wanted to.
I followed him the foul smelling bathroom of our local gay bar which calling it a dive was a compliment. I knelt next to the urinal and drank up. A couple of guys saw what was going on and one asked Sir if he could use my mouth and Jace said, “get your own faggot!”
Jace pulled me up from my knees and we went back to the bar.
We chatted a bit and Sir Jace spoke to some of his friends while I sat and quietly listened knowing only to speak when addressed. A few times I saw Sir Jace point at me or nod towards me and referred to me as his “personal faggot”. I sat up straight beaming with pride that Sir was so openly boasting about me. It only made me want to serve him even better.
It was almost midnight and Sir Jace said we needed to go home. He joked about buying me a leash to attach to the collar and said it would easier to keep me by his side at all times.
When we arrived back to his place I undressed and walked back to his bedroom and helped him out of his boots. I removed his socks and instinctively kissed his feet. It was my way of showing appreciation for our night out together.
I was still on my knees when Sir stripped off his sweater and t-shirt. Once again I was taking in his mammoth pecs covered by dark curly chest hair that only a real Alpha man can grow. I always admired Sir Jace’s thick beard and he was so sexy with his shaved head. I reached forward to undo his belt.
“Please, Sir, allow me.”
I needed to have his cock in my mouth in the worst way. I wanted to feel that hard cock in my faggot mouth.
I pulled his jeans off then his boxers and he stood before me naked. What a fucking sight! I looked up to his eyes, pleading for permission to suck on his big hard Black cock.
“Go on, faggot. Suck it.”
I never wanted to suck Sir’s cock so badly in my entire life. Nothing existed in those minutes where I lowered my face on his throbbing meat and devoured the sole object of my affection. My religion was this cock, it was all I needed to live. I used my mouth to express my deepest devotion to it, to serving Sir Jace. My eyes never left the gaze of Sir Jace’s, I needed him to see for himself that I was not only honored to be his weekend faggot, but that I was worthy, and appreciative. Sir Jace fired off bullets of hot seed into my mouth, spilling his essence inside of me where it belonged.
“Thank you, Sir”, my eyes tearing up from the emotions I’d been feeling since Sir asked me to be his weekend faggot.
Sir rubbed my head and said we should go to bed.
His cock was still hard and laid in my crack as he spooned me. I couldn’t sleep, I needed him to breed me first. I licked my hand a few times and reached behind me to coat his cock. Sir Jace didn’t stop me, I don’t think he was asleep. I positioned my faggot hole over the head of his erection and pushed down feeling him “pop” inside me. I slowly slid down to the base. I smiled thinking to myself about how right this felt. How my hole should always be Sir’s cock sleeve, and I’d always be his cum bucket.
I began to grind my hips slowly back and forth enjoying that fullness, all eight plus inches of thick cock on offer. I felt my own cock leaking as I began to ride harder. I squeezed and tightened my sphincter, milking that behemoth fuck rod in my butt. Sir placed his hands on my hips and took over, pounding into me hard and then he grunted in release, feeding his faggot’s hole with more of his jizz.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you.”
Sir rubbed my bare stomach, pulled me closer to him with his cock still buried in my ass.
“Get some sleep.”
