My mind was racing with so many thoughts as Sir Jace slept next to me. We somehow moved from my head on his heaving chest to him spooning me, his arm hugging my back, which was skin to skin on his chest. I began to wonder what it would be like to serve as Jace’s 24/7, 365 days of the year personal faggot. It was so far-fetched. We’d been hooking up for over eight years, why would I ever expect this dynamic to change at this point. I chastised myself for thinking these things and attempted to calm my brain enough to get some sleep.
Sure enough, I did manage six or so hours, which for me, was enough. Jace was still sound asleep at almost seven in the morning. I somehow figured out how to lift his arm off me so I can get to the bathroom for a piss. I noticed piss in the toilet and deduced Sir Jace must have had a late night piss and did not want to wake me. I also noticed a toothbrush still in its wrapper on the vanity, how thoughtful. Given the cage, I thought it best to sit on the toilet and tuck. I hadn’t pissed in hours so there was a lot to extract from my bladder and as gross as it might sound, the load that Sir Jace had planted into my ass came out.
I brushed my teeth and thought about how I might make myself useful to my Sir. I knelt at the side of the bed and watched Sir Jace in his slumber. He looked so peaceful. I do not usually experience him this way. I wasn’t sure if I should start making coffee, or breakfast, or just wait. Certainly, Sir would need to take a morning leak, and I was more than willing to serve as his personal urinal.
I waited patiently, and again my thoughts began to drift into an unlikely future. I imagined myself stripping to a jock every day after work, putting on an apron and preparing Sir’s dinner, bringing him a beer like a dutiful faggot as he watched TV. I imagined myself giving him foot rubs, nightly cocksucking relief, cleaning his dishes, preparing his bath, doing his laundry, drinking his piss, being his cum bucket. Turning my finances over to Sir, my pay checks deposited in his account, moving in with Sir, sleeping at the foot of his bed. My faggot cock attempted to harden as I pictured these things, but I was only fooling myself. I hadn’t had a real erection in months, only the few times Sir Jace allowed me cage-free time in these eleven months. And, Sir Jace didn’t seem the type to want a live-in faggot slave.
Sir Jace finally opened his eyes and blinked. He seemed to be looking for me and then turned his head to see me kneeling, waiting for his instruction.
“Good Morning, faggot”, he said.
“Good Morning, Sir!”
“You sleep alright?”
“Yes Sir, thank you, and you?”
“I slept like a prince. I gotta piss bad. Open ya mouth.”
Jace arose from the bed completely naked and held his cock out. I opened my mouth and Sir Jace took a step forward so his entire shaft was in my mouth and my lips formed a very tight seal. After a couple of seconds, Sir Jace placed his hand on the top of my head and I heard him sigh, then his morning urine began to stream heavily down my throat like a waterfall.
“Ahhhhh, fuck”, he said. “I could get used to having a piss bucket next to my bed every morning. It’s nice.”
Sir Jace wiped his dick on my beard and the said, “You know what, faggot, I don’t like that beard on ya face. Get rid of it.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.
“For what?”
“For allowing me to drink your morning piss, Sir. It was my honor.”
“You’re so twisted, faggot, but that’s why I keep you around. Go make us some coffee while I freshen up.”
I went to get the coffee brewing and found some eggs, bacon, and toast. Perhaps I was presumptuous, but I made enough coffee and breakfast for the two of us. Sir Jace joined me in the kitchen and sat at one of the counter stools in a pair of plaid boxers. He looked so sexy first thing in the morning.
I poured him some coffee and asked if he wanted milk or sugar.
“No, I take it black.
“Sir, I hope you don’t mind. But I made some coffee for myself and I made us both scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.”
“I don’t mind, faggot, but next time you really should ask me before assuming anything. You understand me?”
“Yes Sir, thank you.”
We ate quietly and when Sir finished I cleaned off our plates, dried them, and put them away. The kitchen was now exactly as I had found it.
“Man, I could get used to this. First you take my piss, then you make me breakfast and clean it all up. This is how it should be all the time. Now if you are a true all-service faggot you’d instinctively be at my feet instead of standing there gawking at me like you do all the time.”
“Sorry Sir, yes Sir. You look so sexy in the morning, Sir.”
“You think flattery will score you points. It won’t. Service scores points.”
As he made his point I ran around the counter and knelt at this feet. I leaned down to kiss his toes. Then I took one foot into my hands and began to rub it.
“Fetch my paper from the door and refill my coffee, then get back down and massage my other foot, faggot.”
I must not have moved fast enough because he kicked the side of my head.
“Didn’t you hear me, fag! Move it!”
I ran to the front door, found the rolled up newspaper, set it on the countertop and then refilled his coffee mug. Then I scurried back to my knees and began to rub his other foot, taking each toe into my fingers with care and purpose. Making Sir Jace feel good was the only thing I my mind.
“Take my dick out.”l, he said as he read the day’s news.
I pulled his dick out from the slit of his boxers and it dropped from its heft. I stared at its majesty. this perfect dark brown penis attached to the most perfect man I’ll ever know.
“Faggot, what’s gotten into you? Do I have to draw you a roadmap? Get you cocksucking mouth on my dick!”
I lunged forward before Sir Jace had a chance to slap my face. I swallowed that cock whole, feeling my chin against his shaved bull balls. Sir Jace grabbed the sides of my head and used my face as a fleshlight. I relaxed my neck as my head bobbed up and down to Sir’s whim. I knew when he stood up I was gonna get another good throating, and I once again held onto his thighs to keep myself from pulling off, and I pushed my head forward, this cock pushing further down my throat. My drool was spraying down my face now and his balls had stopped swinging, they were tight and high. I felt Sir’s cock swell just slightly more and then he let loose with torrents of seed as I moaned over him, using my tongue to milk out every last droplet and swallowing it all, never ever wasting a morsel.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, faggot. You got such a sweet mouth, I trained you too good. Man, I could get used to having yo mouth available anytime. I mean I text you when I need to get off, but if you were here all the time, I wouldn’t have to. All I would do is snap my fingers and you’d be on my dick lickity split!”
“Yes Sir. That sounds nice.”, I said softly.
“What’d you say? Speak up faggot, I didn’t hear you. You got something to say, you gotta speak up!”
“Sorry Sir. I said that sounded nice, Sir!”
Sir Jace didn’t say anything else. He pulled up his boxers and walked over to his recliner and turned on the tv with the remote.
“Would you like me to leave, Sir?”
“Did I say that, faggot? No, I don’t want you to leave. I want you to make yourself useful. What you have going on today?”
“Not much, Sir. I was going to do some laundry and meet some friends later for dinner and drinks.”
“Doesn’t sound like anything important and nothing you can’t cancel. Tell your friends you busy today and instead of doing your laundry, you can do mine.”Then he smiled, like a wry smirk.
“Yes Sir, it will be my pleasure to do your laundry, Sir.”
“I knew you would. I don’t want to catch you sniffing my drawers. Don’t just stand there, faggot. Get going!”
I collected the dish towels, took the washcloth and towels from his bathroom, pulled the sheets of his bed, sorted all the dirty clothes on his floor, resisted the temptation to smell his various undergarments and put the first load into the washer.
“Sir, would you like a shoulder massage while I wait for the washer to finish?”
“Oh hell, yes. This is what I’m talking about! There’s some oil under the bathroom sink.”
Can you imagine how my cock almost exploded as I placed my oiled up hands on Sir’s shoulders? I was finding new ways to service the object of my deepest desires. Feeling every ripple, every divot, I pressed into his shoulders and when he leaned forward, his shoulder blades, and his upper back. I kept at it as he watched college football and I heard the washer buzzer go off.
I washed my hands in the kitchen sink so I wouldn’t stain his whites and then I moved on to get the next load started. Now we had the washer and dryer going with 50 or so minutes to kill. I chose to text my friends at this time to tell them I was with Sir Jace and would be canceling dinner plans. My best friend was also a faggot with a Master, so he understood.
I knelt at the side of my Sir.
“Is there anything I can get for you, Sir? Anything you need?”
“Yes, there is. Bring me a beer and then you can suck my dick again.”
I smiled, I lived to suck Sir’s dick!
I brought over a beer and then I knelt between Sir’s manspread legs and began to suck his dick, as he lazily sat back as if I wasn’t even there. I was like a baby with a pacifier, simply sucking, licking, kissing, rubbing his shaft all over my face. It was the perfect morning!
The time went by too fast, it was time to get the next load of laundry going. I nearly folded Sir Jace’s whites, mostly wifebeaters, t-shirts, and washcloths and put them away.
It was half-time for the football game now.
I knelt again at Sir’s feet.
“I don’t need to see this half-time shit!” Jace maneuvered the remote in his hand and switched up to the internet and turned on some interracial gay porn. It looked like a Cutler-X video of him fucking the living shit out of some white twink.
We both watched the screen silently until Sir Jace said, “this turn you on, faggot? You like seeing a big black dick fucking that twink?”
“Yes Sir, that’s hot.”
“You want me to fuck you like that, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, if you like.”
“You walking around here all morning showing off that ass in your jock. Let’s be honest, you been wanting me to fuck you like that all morning. You can’t help it, you my faggot!”
“Yes Sir, I’m your faggot, Sir!”
“I never get tired of hearing that. Say it again, louder.”
“I’m your faggot, Sir!”
“Very good, very good. Show me that ass, bend over for me.”
I bent over right in front of Sir’s recliner and exposed my pucker. Jace licked his finger and shoved it up my ass as we heard the twink grunting for his life as Cutler X railed him.
Sir Jace began to swirl it around my fuck hole them the other hand smacked it hard.
“Loosen that ass up for me before I breed it! Who owns this ass, faggot?”
”You do, Sir!”
”Yes, I do! This is my ass to fuck, isn’t that right, faggot?”
”Yes Sir!”
”Say it, tell me your ass is mine to fuck. I want to hear you say it loud and proud, faggot!”
”YOU OWN MY ASS SIR AND IT IS ALL YOURS TO FUCK, SIR!”
”That’s right! Such a good faggot. I’m gonna breed this ass good!”
I was tense not knowing what was gonna happen next. I tried to take a few deep breaths and it seemed to do the trick. Sir Jace inserted a second finger and again they circled the permitter, puffing up my ass lips.
Sir Jace stood up and pushed me behind the recliner. I held onto the back and pushed my ass out. Sir Jace took some of that massage oil and poured a little in his palm and then coated his cock. It was brutally shoved up my chute. Sir Jace leaned forward and used his fingers to spread my jaw on each side like a handle as he plowed into me. He matched the stroking intensity of the porn video on his screen.
Spittle began to flow down my chin as I couldn’t close my mouth. I was groaning as his thick dick pummeled my battered asshole. When Cutler-X buried his nut into that helpless twink, Sir Jace rutted in me. He was out of breath.
When he pulled out I spun around quickly and took to my knees. I polished off his knob thoroughly.
“Oh man, seriously, I can get used to this. You’re doing so good, faggot. Keep this up and maybe you can spend weekends here serving me. Would you like that?”
“Oh, yes, yes Sir! I would, I really would!”
“You keep doing a good job and pleasing me and we’ll see how it goes. I’ll tell you what, after you’re done with my laundry, how about you cook us some dinner. Breakfast is easy, I want to see what you got going on in the kitchen.”
“Yes sir. What you want me to cook, Sir?
“Did I stutter? You got a pay attention to what I’m saying if this is gonna work. Yes, that’s what I said!”
Sir Jace resumed his seat at his throne and I tended to the laundry. Throughout the afternoon I brought him cold beers, brought him snacks, folded his clothes and ironed items still wrinkled. I kept myself quite busy.
By the time I’d finished, Sir Jace was napping in his recliner. I decided this would be a good time to head to the market and pick up some things for dinner. I wrote a note and left it on the side table.
I practically skipped to the store knowing I’d taken another of Sir Jace’s loads up my ass and thrilled that Sir Jace was considering me as his weekend personal faggot.
