After taking Sir Jace’s load up my ass I put on an apron and set out to prepare his dinner. I found some chicken thighs in his refrigerator so I made them along with baked potatoes and some vegetables. I poured a glass of wine and called Sir to dinner. I never eat with Sir Jace, I nosh on some food along the way to stay nourished. My job is to be attentive throughout his meal in case he requires attention, i.e., another napkin, additional food, head under the table while he eats.
“Would you like another glass of wine, Sir?”
“No! Next time don’t make beets, I don’t like them.”
“I’m sorry Sir, they were in your freezer, so I thought…”
“What did you just say, faggot?”
“I said I thought…”
“You see, faggot, that’s the problem here. Stop thinking. Next time you ask me first what I want to eat and I’ll let you know!”
Sir Jace’s frame is menacing even when he’s relaxed. The way he cocked his shoulders back, snarked, and raised his tone had me shivering inside.
“Yes Sir. I’m so sorry, Sir. It will not happen again.”
“No, it won’t. Clean up this mess.”
Sir Jace could be a nice man. I’ve seen him this way, and I have experienced it, too. But lately, he’s been in the foulest of moods and I guess as his personal faggot, it was my job to allow him to be his emotional punching bag if it pleased him. If it made him feel better to be mean to me, that was ok. I just wanted to please him in any way possible.
“Right away, Sir. I’ll have your kitchen cleaned up in no time.”
“Thats what I like to see, an eager faggot.”
Sir left me to my chores. I made his lunch for the next day with the leftovers and threw out the beets. I decided to clean the oven inside and out. It looked like it hadn’t been done in years. Then I mopped the floor and wiped the countertops down with bleach. Everything sparkled. I was proud of my work.
It took me a couple of hours to finish in the kitchen. Sir Jace had fallen asleep on the recliner. Some basketball game was on. But I don’t follow sports so have no idea who was playing,
I shook Sir’s shoulder, “Sir…Sir…why don’t we get you into bed. It’s more comfortable.”
I helped Sir Jace to his feet and he stumbled into his bedroom. I helped him undress. I know he sleeps in the buff so everything was stripped off. I snuck in a whiff of his briefs and my head was swimming from his fumes. Imagine his balls were sitting in those briefs all day long.
“I need to piss, faggot, don’t think I didn’t see you. It’s ok, I know you faggots can’t help yourselves.”
He stood up and I knelt down in front of him, opened my mouth and he let it rip. Drinking Sir’s piss is second nature to me at this point. It’s just part of our usual routine like brushing your teeth in the morning. Although routine, I am always honored to have the privilege of being his piss bucket. I treasure every opportunity to swallow up his fluids. Tonight’s piss was especially toxic with all that beer and wine, but I loved it. I made sure I wiped his cock dry and clean before helping Sir into his bed. His slept like a lamb.
The next morning, I felt Sir’s morning wood poking at my butthole. The sunlight was peaking through the window shade so it was time for us to wake up for work, but still early enough that if Sir decided to fuck my ass, there was a little time.
Sensing I was awake, I heard Sir spit into his hand and then wet his cock. He did it a second time and then crawled on top of me, pressed his cock inside me and his massive chest covered my back. I felt his bearded face on my left shoulder, his hot breath in my ear.
“This is why you’re here, faggot.”, he whispered. “I get this ass whenever I want. Relax your hole for me and let me get in there.”
I released the tension from my grip and felt Sir’s big Black cock slip in further. Sir held my head down into the pillow as he plowed into my gutter, biting my flesh. He was aggressive first thing in the morning, pressed for time, he needed that physical release before starting the working day. It was to be a “two-for” that morning, not only nutting up my ass but chasing it with his piss. How efficient.
When he rolled off of me he said something interesting.
“I was gonna get you a futon to sleep on at the foot of the bed because why should I be sharing my bed with a faggot, but then why not? I could put my dick in you anytime. You should be grateful that I’m so good to you.
“I am, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to sleep next to you. Thank you for breeding me and pissing inside me, Sir. I am so happy to serve you, always, Sir.”
My commentary was completely dismissed.
“I’m taking a shower, lay out my clothes and make me breakfast. I shouldn’t have to tell you these things. Soon you’ll know what to do. You ain’t that stupid, are you faggot?”
“No, Sir, I mean, right away, Sir!”
Sir Jace just cracked a smile enjoying me stuck for my words. I think he does find satisfaction in my humiliation. And when that happens, my useless locked cock aches from a stifled erection.
With a bloated belly full of piss and cum, I opened Sir’s dresser drawers and put a fresh pair of Hanes black boxer briefs on the bed, along with a white wifebeater and socks. I ironed his jeans, and a white long sleeved work shirt that had his company’s logo in the front and back.
I then ran to get the morning newspaper and placed it on the countertop. By the time Sir Jace appeared, his coffee was ready to be served, eggs, toast, and bacon, too. Sir ate it quickly. He put on his construction boots and reflector vest, he grabbed his bagged lunch and thermos of hot coffee and off he went. I took a deep breath, I loved how he smelled first thing in the morning. I thought to myself I was so lucky to be Sir Jace’s personal faggot. I also thought to myself there are many other faggots who would kill to be in my shoes. With that kind of competition nipping at my heels everyday, I needed to up my game.
It was my turn to get ready for work now. I didn’t have much time, but managed to expel Sir Jace’s fluids from my bowels, shower, shave, eat something, and look presentable for work. I never tired of wearing Sir’s collar and was proud to see the “FAGGOT” silver charm dangling from it every morning in the mirror.
Sir Jace and I went about our work days as usual and since his work day ended at 4:30 and mine at 5:00, he was always home before me. Sir was sitting in his recliner, he’d changed shirts to a black v-neck and his leather vest. He had my leash in his hands.
“Change your clothes, we’re meeting my buddy Eddie and his faggot at the bar. You remember him, don’t ya?”
“Yes Sir, I do.”
I must have given off a detectable attitude because my tone wasn’t nice.”
“Why you gotta be like that. I’m gonna take you out for a good time and you better change your attitude. You did a good thing showing that young faggot how to suck cock. Eddie insisted on taking us out to show appreciation. Isn’t that great, faggot? Now, go change your clothes because I don’t want to keep Eddie waiting.”
“Yes Sir!”
I wore the “LOCKED FAGGOT” t-shirt with the drawing of a chastity cage on it since Sir Jace seems to only let me wear that when we’re in public together. He attached the leash and we exited his building and walked there. The usual snickers and laughter from everyone we passed ensued. I walked behind proudly. Just as Sir was unashamed to have me attached to his leash, I was honored that he chose me as his faggot to display in public. I thought about the thoughts I had that morning and stuck my chest out, peacocking to all the other faggots who wished to be tethered to my Sir.
When we arrived to the bar, I saw that blond twink sitting next to a dark Black man. He was slightly shorter than my Sir, and much thinner. Clean shaven, buzzed hair, and a wide smile. My Sir was muscular, bearded, and meaner looking. Definitely my Sir was the superior Alpha in this duo.
“Hey Jace, so good to see you.” They hugged. I detected an African accent, possibly Ghana. “You remember my faggot, Jimmy, don’t you?”
So that was his name, Jimmy. I’ll never like him.
“Yes, of course.”, Sir messed with his blonde hair, like petting a dog.
“How’s it going, Jimmy?”
“Good Sir”, he blushed.
“Don’t be so bashful, Jimmy”, his Sir said.
“Eddie, this is my faggot. Name isn’t important. Faggot, say hello to my friend, Eddie, don’t be rude.
“Hello Sir, good to meet you.” I shook his hand and bowed.
Sir unclipped the leash from the collar and I sat at the table next to him, across from Eddie and Jimmy.
“What are you drinking?”, Eddie asked.
“We’ll take a couple of Buds, thanks.”
Eddie tuned toward me and said, “I truly must thank you for teaching my boy how to suck a cock decently. The lad had trouble taking my long dick. And I could go on about his teeth. Just terrible. If he weren’t so adorable I would have sent him packing like the others. Thank you taking him under your wing. Jace is always going on and on about the great head he gets at home, bragging, making us all so jealous.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t necessarily take anyone “under my wing” willingly. It was only because Sir threatened me that I showed any interest.
Sir Jace smacked the back of my head. “Don’t you have something to say, faggot?”
“Ummm, sure it was my pleasure to help, Jimmy, Sir. He was a quick learner.”
Sir glared at me. I was making him very angry.
“Well, he’s not quite an expert just yet, but he’s well on his way. But who knows, maybe with a couple more beers your Sir will allow me to try your mouth for myself. I’d like to see what he is bragging about. The night is still young, anything can happen.”
Sir Jace laughed, “Well, we’ll see about that. Right now my faggot is off limits unless he behaves himself.”
“Stay here and watch our seats, please. Jimmy, come with me, I need to urinate. I’m still training him to drink it without spilling. It’s all a work in progress.”
They walked away and as soon as they were out of sight I got a lecture.
“I thought I told you to fix your attitude, faggot! What’s gotten into you?” He placed my hand on his cock over his jeans. “You want this dick tonight? You gotta earn it, faggot. Make me proud! Every second of your faggot life should be focused on my needs, making me happy. I am tired of having to tell you this over and over again!”
After Sir’s lecture, Jimmy and Eddie returned to the table and Jimmy’s shirt was soaked.
“Like I said, a work in progress. Hey faggot, maybe next time you can teach my boy how to swallow piss without making a mess. He just needs someone to guide him.”
“I’d love to, Sir Eddie. Nothing would make me happier.”
Sir Jace shot me a look of amazement. Yes, maybe I sounded unauthentic, but I definitely said the words he was looking for me to say. I overcorrected, but feeling Sir’s boner in my hand was all the inspiration I needed.
We were three rounds in and had some appetizers before Eddie offered for us to continue the party at his home. Sir was feeling lighter with three beers in his belly.
“Sure, let me just take a leak first. Hey, Jimmy, why don’t you come with us so you can watch how well my faggot drinks my piss. It’s all in the technique, isn’t it, faggot?”
On the way to the men’s room I told Jimmy it’s all about having the right attitude. You have to stop thinking about the bile taste and smell and remember that after a few times, he’d learn to really love it, especially his own Sir’s piss. I told him to watch how I do it.
Once in the restroom, Sir opened a stall for some extra room. Jimmy knelt next to me and I took Sir Jace’s soft shaft into my mouth after fishing it out of his briefs. I forged a tight seal and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jimmy watching intently. Sir Jace placed his hands on our heads and let his piss flow directly into my mouth. I swallowed in consistent intervals, breathing through my nose. I pushed my head forward so his flow would empty deeper down my throat. After 30 or so seconds, Sir managed to stop his piss stream.
“Hey boy, give it a try. Open your mouth.”
Jimmy opened his mouth but after just a few seconds he pulled off and Sir’s piss covered the poor chap. Jimmy tried to open up and finish the job but it didn’t go well. I stepped in and took over once again Jimmy, with a pouty face, watched a piss drinking pro at work.
Sir Eddie looked at Jimmy with great disappointment on his face.
“Looks like you didn’t do too well, boy. If you want me to keep you around, you better figure this out. I expect my faggot to serve me in all facets.”
Sir intervened.
“Listen Eddie. Threatening the boy won’t work. He just needs more time. You think my faggot came this way when I got him? No, it took me a long time to get him where he is now. It takes patience, it takes work. It will happen in its own time. My faggot will work with yours, you’ll see, it will get better.”
“Splendid. Well, I’ve already settled the bill, let’s have a walk to my brownstone. It’s just around the corner.”
Sir attached my leash and we walked around the corner. Jimmy had not yet earned a collar or leash. He leered at me with envy for our entire eight minute walk.
Sir Eddie’s place was gorgeous and impeccably decorated. The Sirs had brandy while Jimmy and I were given bottled water. Jimmy was ordered to shower as he stank from urine. When he rejoined us in the parlor, he was wearing only a blue Gym jockstrap. His twink build was cute, I’ll give him that, but I still didn’t like him.
Jimmy and I did not engage in their conversation. We sat quietly on chairs adjacent to theirs. Jimmy was made to refill drinks. After a couple of rounds, Sir Eddie was a bit drunk.
“You know, Jace, your faggot sure does have pretty link lips. I bet they would look great wrapped around my big dick.”
“I won’t disagree. Not only that, my faggot has no gag reflex. I’m over eight inches and pretty thick. I can fuck his throat forever and the faggot never gags. It’s really incredible.”
“I wonder if I’ll ever get Jimmy to take my cock like that. I mean he could barely take yours and I’m two inches longer! I would kill to have a proper blow job, but I’m afraid it won’t be in the cards for a while.”
“Whoa, wait a minute, Eddie. You’re telling me you’re packing a ten inch dick? I thought I was big, but I guess not compared to you. I’ll tell you what, I’ll let my faggot suck you off if I can fuck your faggot. That kid has such a great ass. I almost fucked it the other night but I respected our friendship too much.”
“Hey Jimmy, pour us another round!, Eddie said and turned towards Sir Jace. “Are you being serious, or are you just drinking too much? You’d actually let your faggot suck my dick if I let you fuck Jimmy?”
“Yessss, that’s what I’m saying. Look at that sweet ass, I’m not gonna lie, I’d love to breed it.”
The two men clinked their glasses together and said in unison, “Deal!”
“Hey faggot, get over here and get my dick wet do I can fuck Jimmy.”
I knelt in front of my Sir, pulled his cock out and began to nurse on his cock, deliberately showing off my deepthroating capabilities. Sir’s cock was at full mast in no time, clearly horned up by the idea of sticking his dick into Jimmy’s ass.
Sir Eddie stood and stroked his cock off to the side in bewilderment.
“Fuck, Jace, you ain’t kidding. Look how your faggot can take your cock without choking, no teeth. Truly amazing. Jimmy! You watching this, boy. This is how to suck a man’s cock!”
“Hey Eddie, I’m gonna cum if you don’t let me fuck that ass. You wanna get in my faggot’s mouth?”
“Boy, present your ass to Jace, Bend over right here!”, Sir Eddie pointed to the edge of the sofa.
I heard him cry out when Sir pushed his cock in that very tight asshole, but I tuned it out because right at my lips was a huge anaconda of a cock. It was likely almost 11 inches but thankfully, not so thick. I’d have no problem taking it down my throat, but so deep, I wasn’t so sure.
I opened my mouth and eased his cock head past the entry of my throat, but there was still a good 4 or so inches left to swallow. I closed my eyes and thought about the desire to please Sir Jace. The desire to hear the words, “ good faggot”, from his lips. I took a breath and forced my throat to move down further until my nose was smacked up into his thick and wiry bush. His balls rested on my chin. I held it there for a moment.
“Oh shit, Jace, he did it. Your faggot swallowed my dick!”
I don’t think Sir was paying attention. He was enjoying fucking Jimmy’s hole. I can hear Sir Jace slamming into that boy hard.
“Oh fuck, it’s like fucking a virgin! It’s so fucking tight!”
These two Alpha tops were really into sharing their faggots with each other. “Fuck my faggot’s ass, Jace. Take it to him. He can take it rough, trust me!”
“You should try skull fucking him, Eddie. Hold onto his head and go as hard as you want. He won’t even flinch.”
The two drunk men eventually blew their respective loads into each other’s faggots. Sir Jace was first, I heard him grunting as Jimmy whined. Jimmy looked lost, he didn’t know just how Sir Jace can fuck, and equally, how to survive a deep seeding. As for me, Sir Eddie held my face down and pumped his ass a few times and within a minute of Sir Jace cumming, Sir Eddie slammed my throat and shot huge wads of his cream right down my mouth.
”Jace, you sure are a lucky man. I don’t think I’ve ever had any faggot swallow my entire cock before. Such a terrific throat, truly extraordinary.”
I could see Sir Jace puff out his chest. He was proud of me.
”Yes, my faggot knows his way around a cock” He tucked his won cock back in his pants and rubbed the top of my head, “good faggot”. The words I never tire of hearing from Sir Jace’s lips.
It was late, we called an Uber and went to bed right away.
The weekend had officially started…
