Last night was wild. The headline is Bryan and Jace are no longer together. Turns out Bryan was seeing someone on the side and decided to end things with Jace so he can move in with his new lover. It was between breedings when this information was disclosed to me, but let’s back up.
Jace did fuck me at work just the other day. This was a first, but definitely a clue that things weren’t going well between Jace and Bryan. That and the fact that Jace fucked me twice before in a 10 day period. I haven’t served as Jace’s fuck toy this frequently since before he met Bryan. Believe me, I don’t mind the attention at all. I exist to serve Alpha tops. I am feeling most useful these days.
I was on my way home yesterday when Jace texted and summoned for me to be at his place at 8pm. I did have plans with a friend last night who knows of Jace and thankfully is understanding that as his faggot, Jace will always be my priority. My need for socialization is not as important. My friend is also a faggot for his Master, so it didn’t take much to get out of our dinner date.
I rushed home and got myself ready following my usual routine. I ruled against any enhancements, when I am with Jace, my pleasure is derived solely on serving him. I don’t need poppers or gummies or anything else. I get light-headed just being in his presence, tasting him, smelling him, touching him, my asshole twitches with excitement just thinking about him.
I am already in a self-induced trance when I walk over to Jace’s place. Even without seeing him physically, knowing that I will soon be before him, in the same space as him, makes me giddy with excitement. I want nothing else but to give him my all and best each and every time. I know there are a zillion faggots out there in this world, he could easily find another one to use. That’s why I want to be sure I give him no reason to seek another one, ever. It motivates me.
I entered his place and there he was. I know I’ve said this many times before, but it is absolutely true. He is a God. An ebony sight to behold. Pure man. A horny beast with an innate need to dominate and breed. He sat in his chair, regally, royally, in his throne. Naked. Stroking his monster cock in his right hand, watching some young white boy nurse on a Black stud’s cock. Looking intently at the screen, not even acknowledging my entrance.
His hairy chest heaved, his eyes glared, his cock throbbed, needing relief and release. That’s the purpose of my existence. I stripped bare down to my black jock which cradled my cage. The cage Jace had placed upon my useless dick. The cage I wear proudly and have done so for years. I crawled carefully towards Jace, attempting not to disturb him and I stopped at his feet.
I kissed his left foot then his right. I licked and sucked on his toes, massaging his feet as he lit up his joint and continued to stroke for a bit. Then, Jace pulled off his cock, smacked me on the back of my head and pointed down at his erection. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands behind his head. I took to my knees and opened my jaw wide and swallowed him down until my chin rested on his balls and my mustache became enmeshed in his trimmed bush.
I held my throat over his thick prick and felt it adjusting to its girth, breathing through my nose as I’ve done hundreds of times before. After this momentary pause I pulled my head back to the tip and all the way back down to the base. I worked myself into a rhythm of full throated stroking all the while dribbled copious saliva down his balls and my bearded chin.
I pulled my head off only to tongue those plum sized bull balls, rubbing his balls all over my face, the sweat, musk and funk of Jace’s essence all over me. I wanted to wear it like cologne and brag to anyone and everyone that I’m wearing “Jace” if I was asked. I became more intoxicated by the minute tasting, smelling, and touching Jace’s balls. I knew those testicles were full of his seed. The seed brewed and would soon grow to a boil and empty down my gullet until his next batch would fill my guts.
I worked my way back up to his hard shaft and smacked it across my own face before kissing it tenderly and swallowing it once more entirely. Jace placed a hand on the back of my head and stood up. I held on to his hairy and hard muscled ass cheeks with both hands and felt them flex as he piston fucked my face. Likely, Jace had been edging for a while before my arrival. He doesn’t usually cum so quickly. Hr placed one of his huge paws on each side of my head with a strong grip and pulverizing my throat, spittle flew everywhere. His hands squeezed harder, he stroked more intentionally, grunting, his body tensed. I felt his cock grow even harder slightly, a strong taste of semen coated my tongue.
“Aaaahhhhhh FFUUUUCK! Fuck yeah! Take my dick snot, faggot! Ooohhh fuck!!”, Jace yelled out.
I became an eager cum swallower and felt him send volleys of his hot seed jolting out of his dick and inseminating deep in my throat. I formed a tight seal with my lips around his shaft. I wanted to have it all, nothing wasted. I’m honored to have this privilege, serving as Jace’s personal cum bucket.
Jace let go of my head and fell back on his chair in a giant heap of man flesh. His breathing labored. Once again his chest heaved. I latched my mouth once again to his manhood knowing I’m expected to clean and clear any visible or invisible traces of his virile semen. I was thorough. Jace glared and watched as I nursed.
“That’s enough.”, he said . “Get me a beer.”
As I ran to his fridge to fetch him a cold one he took another couple of drags of his joint. I handed Jace the can of Bud and he aggressively pulled it out of my hand and brought the lid to his mouth and took a long swig and set it on the side table next to his ashtray.
I was on my knees awaiting further instruction. Jace gripped his spent cock and was once again watching a white twink bent over an outside lounge chair getting railed by a huge thick Black cock that looked as if it’s breaking him in half. I watched in awe as Jace’s cock sprang back to like, ever so slowly growing thicker, harder, longer and in less than 10 minutes it was fully erect, making a statement that it was ready to breed.
Jace guzzled the rest of that beer and told me to get him another one. The joint was now a blunt but enough for another hit. I’m was positioned between Jace’s legs, once again, became his cocksucker. Jace almost seemed disinterested. I continued to suck and swallow as looked away, his thoughts distant. I sensed something wasn’t quite right with Jace.
“Get up! Bend over, bitch!”
Jace was angry. I didn’t get the sense he was angry with me, but with the world. I knew how Jace liked to use my ass, so I assumed the perfect position for his height and cock angle. Without fanfare, Jace gripped my shoulders and pushed his dick up inside me. For me, it felt glorious. Jace began to aggressively pound into my hole, I spun my head around to look at his face. It was filled with animosity. He was looking at the tv screen watching that Black man fuck the daylights out of that blonde twink boy and doing the very same thing to me.
I closed my eyes and took what I was given. Jace slapped my ass hard five times in succession, his hand print seared my hide. I felt those balls against my backside on every single downstroke, he was inside me deep. He reached over for another long swig of beer and set it down. One hand gripped my shoulder and the other planted on my waist and with a renewed vigor, Jace piston fucked me even harder. His sweat droplets fell on my back like a rain shower. Jace was growling like an angry beast. I heard the Black man in the porn video doing the same as he readied himself to fill that blonde boy with his seed. The Black man groaned loud enough to wake the dead and the expression on the boy’s face was priceless. He relished in accepting that seed in his faggot ass, “ohhh yes, breed me Daddy, yes”, he’s practically begged in desperation. I don’t have to beg, I knew was coming. Moments later, Jace did the same to my ass, in real life.
“I’m cumming, faggot! Fuck yeah, ohhhh fuck, breeding your cunt, bitch!”. Jace smacked my ass again for good measure as he fell onto my back which was now slick and wet.
Jace pulled off and stumbled back to his throne. He looked exhausted. I scurried to bring him a third Bud. He rolled another joint.
“Are you ok?” I finally asked. I realized I may have overstepped, but he was off.
“No! That bastard left me. Fucking cheater! Fuck him!”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I don’t need your pity.” Jace downs that third beer in one go l. I watce his Adam’s Apple dance, his bicep flexed and then he let out a loud belch. I don’t bring him a fourth, he doesn’t ask for one. He lit up and I hoped the dope would mellow him out.
“Do you want me to go?”, I asked.
“You’re fucking chatty tonight. No, did I say that? Suck my dick and you go when I tell you to go.” Jace growled and shook his head menacingly. He spit in my face. “Fucking faggot!” I basked in his disdain. Wearing his spit was another privilege bestowed upon me.
Jace’s flaccid dick was not plumping up for me as quickly as usual. Holding the back of my head, he stood up, pushed my face into his crotch and began to urinate. All of that beer and pot and god knows what else made it putrid, acrid, and warm. I had no choice but to drink it all down. A novice would have struggled, but as a well used urinal faggot I had this down to a science. Jace wiped his cock on my face and then put it back in my mouth.
Emptied of urine, his cock was back in the game. Another Black on white, older/younger scene on the tv inspired Jace’s soldier to grow his proud manhood, he displayed his hardness to me like he had something to prove. I idolized him standing there like Thor himself, cowering in my attempt to show respect.
Jace pushed me down to the carpet on my stomach, his hands spread my legs open and his cock found my gape and penetrated inside. One of Jace’s thick arms on each side of me, I smelled his ripe pits, the smell infiltrated my nostrils and like poppers, loosened my butthole and Jace’s dick slipped deeper inside. in deeper. I wanted to find a way to lick his pits but in this position I had to settle for his scent. I felt the full weight of Jace as he pulled his hips up and back, knocking the wind out of me. I reached behind me to grip onto his beefy ass. I needed to feel it flex as he bore his hard meat into my cummy hole, dicking me down with a purpose.
Jace’s bearded face scratched my shoulder. He bit down my flesh as he grunted, feeding my open and loose pussy. His body dominated mine. I submitted my quaking, falling ass, laying underneath him serving as his fuck doll. Trapped, but willingly. My cock ached in its cage every time Jace scraped my p-spot.
Jace pushed the back of my head into the carpet with his open palm. He continued to thrash his hardon into me. I thought he was close to an orgasm. I was wrong. Jace bear hugged me and rolled me over. I held my legs up and open as he continued to buck his cock upward. In a tight bear hug my smooth back laid flush against his sticky, hairy, sweaty chest. I reached down and squeezed Jace’s balls. They were tight. A signal Jace was almost there.
I’m rolled back onto my stomach, Jace pulled my ass up to a bright that pleased him. I was face down. His foot now on the back of my head, his hand placed in the middle of my back to balance himself and I felt his shaft plummet into my butt hole like a dip stick. Jace seemed to like this new position. He paused momentarily, left his foot on my neck, reached over to light up and inhale, and then he continued plowing my pussy until he was finally ready to unload. A deep guttural growl developed and in synch with his orgasm, the groan became a deep, intense growl and my already cummed out pussy took in a second nut.
Jace dismounted, literally, and retreated into his chair lack a sack of potatoes. Has cock still a little hard, and shined in the dim light illuminating the living room from the porn still rolling on his tv. I tasted my ass juices and his cum on his cock all over my tongue, moaning over his cock. I can’t get enough, ever.
Jace pushed me off his sensitive fuck stick.
“You can go now, faggot.”
As I dressed, Jaces eyes closed. He was drunk, high, and exhausted. I’d served his needs. I left with a load down my throat and two up my ass. I practically skipped home, on my own high, a high only us true faggots can ever understand.
When I returned home it was almost 11pm. Jace had thoroughly used me for almost three hours. I felt like I had gone to the gym and had an extreme work out. I was going to take a shower, but decided I wanted to sleep with his scent all over my body. I didn’t even brush my teeth. Faint traces of piss still on my mouth. It was a beautiful sleep.
I know this is horrible for me to say, but I was always jealous of Bryan. I hated that he was with Jace. I am hopeful now that he is out of the picture that means Jace will be wanting to use his personal faggot even more frequently. We will soon see!
