The thrill of our impromptu foursome was intoxicating for Sir Jace and for me. On our walk home, Sir said,
“You know, watching Sammy fuck you was pretty hot, faggot, I didn’t think he had it in him. Goes to show you that you never know what could happen. Eddie dicked you with his big one, he was digging up in you deep. Was really something to watch that small dick and that big dick take your hole, faggot”
“Thank you, Sir. I’m glad you had such a great time tonight.”
“I think I wanna fuck you again when we get home. I got another load for sure, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, my hole is your hole, my King.”
“Say it again for me, louder, faggot!”
“MY HOLE IS YOUR HOLE. YOU ARE MY KING, SIR!”
“Yes, I am your King, faggot. Never forget that!”
“Never, Sir. You are my God, my everything, Sir!”
When we walked into the house, King Jace unleashed me and we walked to the bedroom. I removed his shoes and socks then his shirt. He lifted his armpit and put my face into it.
“I know how much you get off my my scent, faggot. Go on, get a good whiff, smell your King.”
I took deep sniffs and quickly became drunk on his musky, sweaty, fumes. Then when my tongue made contact with the thicket of dark hair I jizzed myself, soaking my jock. I was overtaken by sensory overload.
“Oh faggot, looks like you shot your nut. I won’t punish you tonight. It’s not your fault you can’t control yourself around me, you’re just a hopeless faggot.”
I was dizzy from creaming my jock as I hadn’t cum in so long. It was wild shooting a load just by smelling and tasting my King. I suppose when you’ve been locked up as long as I have, you develop new ways to release pent up ball juice.
“Show me your ass, faggot. You got all that jizz up your pussy, I wanna feel it all over my cock.”
“Yes Sir!”
I positioned myself on all 4’s at the edge of the bed, reached behind me and spread my cheeks wide apart so Sir could easily see my puffy wet pussy lips and gaping hole.
“What a sweet pussy, faggot. Look at that sloppy hole winking at me.”
Sir Jace pulled his jeans down and lined his cock onto my hole and pressed forward, going balls-deep on the initial stroke.
“Ohhhh fuck, faggot. Your pussy is so good tonight, like a warm velvet sleeve for my big dick. So good!”
Sir gripped my waist with his large hands and began to pump his cock inside me. I felt all that spooge dripping down my taint, my hole squishing from all that ball batter that was just bred into me not even 45 minutes ago.
“Listen to your pussy sing, faggot. That pussy so wet for me. Love fucking your sloppy hole, fuuucckkk! Who owns this pussy hole, faggot?”
“You, Sir. My hole is your hole!”
“Who’s hole, faggot? Tell me again!”
“Yours my King! You own my hole!”
Sir smacked my ass, “Yes, faggot, I do! My fucking hole!”
Sir began to thrust harder inside me now, his cock hard as diamond. His one hand gripped my shoulder while the fingernails of his other hand dug into my flesh, in my skin of my waist.
Sir was in some kind of fuck mood tonight.
“I’m gonna blow my nut up your pussy, faggot! You gonna catch my nut, faggot? You want my nut? Tell me you want my nut, faggot!”
“Please, my King, breed your faggot’s hole. Give me your nut, Sir!”
Sir Jace smacked my butt again and again, harder and harder as he roared like a lion, his most intense orgasm of the week by far. He fell right on my back, his sweaty chest heaved on my back, his breathing sounded like he just ran a marathon.
Sir Jace pushed me further onto the mattress and without pulling out, spooned me with his arm wrapped around me and fell into a deep slumber.
I hadn’t slept next my King in several nights. It felt nice but I know not to confuse my role as his faggot with intimacy. This would never be.
At some point during the night, Sir Jace’s soft penis must have fallen from my crevice. His back was turned to me as I rose. For some reason I woke up especially motivated to knock my Sir’s socks off! I saw to my own hygienic tasks and then set about making Sir Jace Eggs Benedict as a special treat.
Of course, when I heard my Sir rising from the bed I knelt to eagerly have more of him inside me. I drank his morning piss earnestly and eagerly, savoring every drop as if it would be my last. Sir patted me on the head.
“I’m not sure what’s gotten into you this morning, faggot, but I sure do notice a different level of enthusiasm from you ever since you have reaffirmed your commitment to me. I almost think we need to do something special to commemorate your dedication. I’m sure I’ll think of something by the end of the day. I’m going to take a shower now.”
I did not respond or react. I reminded myself, “only when prompted to speak, only when asked a question.” Even a week ago I would have offered something, and sometimes that would get me in trouble.
I scurried off to make the Eggs Benedict and toast, along with fresh squeezed orange juice and brewed coffee. Of course, the morning news was already on the table.
Sir came into the kitchen with a nice smile on his face. I imagined easing the pressure in his bull balls would have something to do with that. That and waking up to a first class breakfast if I don’t say so myself. As Sir ate his meal in his robe and underwear, I ironed his pants and shirt, and laid out socks and work boots.
After Sir finished his breakfast he let out a loud burp, scratched his chest and said it was delicious. I was very pleased he enjoyed his meal.
Sir Jace went to dress and I bagged his lunch. Sir grabbed it from the kitchen counter and then dropped my cell phone right there for me.
“See you later, faggot.”
It is rare that Sir Jace says anything at all to me as he leaves for the day. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
After the door closed I quickly cleaned the kitchen and got myself dressed for my work day. I wondered all morning what Sir Jace meant by “doing something special”? I gave up a long time ago trying to predict any action or reaction Sir Jace might make. I had no control over him as he did over me.
I busied myself with my work, and just after lunch Sir texted me.
“Faggot meet me on the corner of 29th and Main after work.”
“Yes Sir”, I acknowledge this request. I so wanted to Google that location to see what might be there, but I did not. I decided to wait, not to get too ahead of myself.
Sir met me just around 5:20pm, as usual, leash in hand. It was quickly secured to my collar and I was paraded down the street. Some teenage boy pointed toward me and shouted, “FAGGOT”!
Sir Jace let go of the leash and ran after him, grabbing his finger and yelling right at him.
“You got something to say, punk?”
“No, no, Sir.”
“I didn’t think so. You better watch yourself!”
The poor kid looked like he was gonna piss his pants!
Sir Jace walked back towards me. I bent down to retrieve the other end of the leash and handed it to Sir Jace and we resumed walking to our destination as if nothing ever happened.
Sir Jace opened the door to Legacy Tattoo and Piercing. I followed him inside.
“We have an appointment with Jackson”, he said to the young lady behind the counter. She poked her head in the back behind the wall and moments later, Jackson appeared.
He was a man of color, 6’2”, 180, tatted sleeves, some neck tattoos, a diamond piercing in his nostril, and a long unkempt beard, bald.
The two exchanged bro hugs as
If they were old friends.
“How you been my man?”, Sir Jace asked.
“I been good, you know, keeping busy, staying out of trouble.”
“The boys miss you at the job, but good for you that you doing what you love.”
“Yeah, it’s been really great, Jace. I can’t complain. So what are we doing today?”
“I was thinking something like this”, Sir Jace showed his phone to Jackson, who raised his eyebrow.
“Yeah, we can definitely do that. Just need to sign some consent forms.”
Jackson handed me the consent forms but Sir Jace smiled and took the clipboard from me.
“I’ll take care of this, faggot.”
“Jackson looked over the documents and said ok, let me just get my things ready. I’m gonna need you to take off your shirt, please.”
I froze. What was going on?
Sir Jace sensed my anxiety. “It’s alright, faggot, I’d never let anything happen to you. You’re my property and I always take care of my things. Now do as Jackson says, and you’ll be fine, I promise.”
I removed my shirt and tried to relax. Sir rubbed my smooth creamy white chest to soothe me as Jackson prepared the needle.
Jackson ran his hand across my chest and said, “well, no need to shave the chest, already smooth as a baby’s ass, haha”
“I like my faggot smooth, Jackson, faggots should be hairless in my opinion.”
“I’ll take your word for it, Jace. Maybe one day I’ll see the light and get my own faggot but for now me and Jenny are solid and I get all the pussy I need at home.”
“To each his own my man”
“Alright, this might sting a little at first but you’ll get used it if after a while.”
“I’m gonna go grab a drink while you’re doing your thing. Just don’t damage my faggot, Jackson!”
“Of course not. Are we doing the right or left nipple, have you decided?”
“His left is more sensitive, let’s do that one.”
“Sounds good, I’ll text you when he’s finished.”
“It’s finished, Jackson, faggots are not men, do not use masculine pronouns when it’s concerned.”
“I’m sorry, I forget what you always say, that faggots are lower than men, born to serve men, and to worship men.”
“Yes, that’s what I always say because it is true. Ok, I’ll be back.”
I closed my eyes as the needle made contact with my skin. For the next two hours, I sat and cringed while letters were written across my chest. My upper chest just below the collar bone read “King Jace’s”, and then centered below in larger letters, “FAGGOT”.
Jackson showed me in his mirror and I had no words. I was both horrified and honored. Now anytime I removed my shirt there would be no hiding my faggot identity, and at the same time, I’d wear the tattoo as the highest honor. To me it was like winning the presidential Medal of Honor!
Jackson then used a cotton swab to sanitize my left nipple.
“This might hurt more than the tattoo. I’m sorry, Jace’s orders.”
The next minute was one I’d like to forget. I felt an excruciating pain as the small bar was pierced right into my nipple! I howled like a crazed and wounded animal. Jackson secured the piercing and held gauze over it.
“Just hold this here for a few minutes. I’ll be right back.”
Fifteen minutes later, Jackson and Sir Jace appeared.
“Whoa, Jackson, the tat is exactly what I wanted. Looks great, and the nipple piercing looks good, too. You’re the best, man. I knew I could trust you. Did my faggot give you any trouble?”
“Not really, it was flinching when I was near its collarbone, there is less skin in that area, and the breastbone. But it was a trooper. It had a higher pain tolerance than most. It did scream a little when I pierced it, but everyone does.”
“It does have high pain tolerance. You have no idea how many times this one (pointing to me) has stepped out of line. Always need a firm hand to get a faggot back in place.”
“So Jace, I’m going to cover the tattoo with a clear adhesive. Leave it on for a few days and then it’s ok to peel it off. Here’s a bottle of solution to apply for a week to ten days to ensure no infection. And here’s another one for the piercing that should be applied for a week to ten days. I would plan on biting on that nipple for a few weeks, Jace, haha!”
“You’re a funny man, Jackson. Ok, how much do I owe you? I better get my faggot home.”
The two settled up and I was leashed and we walked back to Sir Jace’s house. My shirt was fitting tightly over my chest and the fabric was rubbing on my wounds.
“Hey faggot, I’m giving you the night off. You see, I’m such a thoughtful guy. Let’s just take in some food and we’ll relax. And if you are sore in the morning, don’t push yourself. I want to make sure you are fully healed to resume your chores and take care of me.”
I almost spoke but caught myself.
“You may speak now, faggot.”
“Thank you Sir. Thank you for giving me some time off to rest.”
It was strange having Sir Jace serve me at the kitchen table, making sure I ate the wonton soup and chicken with broccoli. Then Sir Jace made me some tea and we watched some sports. Sir Jace brought me two Extra Strength Tylenol and water for the pain.
“I think you should sleep with me tonight so I can keep my eyes on you. Don’t worry, if I need to cum I’ll take care of myself, hehe.”
Sir Jace helped me pull off my shirt and gave me one of his soft sweatshirts to sleep in. It was big on me, but it smelled like him, and it was warm. I was still a little woozy from things. Sir Jace helped me untie my shoes, pull off my socks and my pants. He placed my things in the hamper.
I watched Sir Jace strip down to his black Hanes boxer briefs and he joined me under the covers.
“I’m proud of you, faggot. You did really good today.”
“Thank you, Sir!”, I couldn’t help myself.
“It’s ok, good night, faggot.”
My eyes opened early. Sir Jace was a giant heap of man flesh sleeping soundly next to me. I was sore, but I wanted so very much to impress my Sir.
I crept out of bed gingerly and pissed in the bathroom. I slowly made my way to the kitchen. The least I could do was make coffee for the man. I wasn’t up to doing much more, I needed to take it easy.
“Hey, what are you doing? I thought I told you not to push yourself, faggot! How are you feeling this morning?”
I was asked a question so I responded.
“I’m sore, Sir. I just made coffee, that’s all.”
“I’ll grab some breakfast on the way to work, you don the same. So you need help getting dressed for work?”
“No Sir, I think I’ll manage.”
“No, I don’t trust you, and I want to clean your piercing.”
Sir Jace concentrated on cleaning my wound and admired the tattoo.
“Wait until the summer my faggot. I’ll be walking you on that leash all over town. You’re gonna love it!”
Sir helped me put on my pants and he gave me one of his t-shirts to wear under my dress shirt since mine were all very tight fitting.
The next couple of days were frustrating for me. I didn’t like Sir Jace doting over me. It didn’t feel right at all. But as I began to heal, I slowly got back to myself and things were getting back to normal.
One day after work when I passed the daily phone check, Sir placed his hand on my chest.
“I think I’ve waited long enough, faggot. You seem to be back to yourself. My balls are gonna fucking explode! Get those faggot lips to work so I can bust a nut!”
I was so excited and missed my Sir’s cock terribly. Six days without it are too many! I didn’t hesitate, I was equally hungry to have him jizz down my throat. It was animalistic the way Sir Jace jabbed his cock down my throat. I slobbered all over it, making all kinds of horrific noises over it, but never gagging. Jace backed me up to the wall, place his hands on it and speared my throat over and over again, jamming that hard cock in and out like a jackhammer.
“Ohhh I’m gonna fucking cum, faggot. I fuckin’ need to shoot my load! Ohhhh fuck, faggot, swallow my jizz, faggot. Fuckin’ take my fuckin’ nut!”
Sir Jace flooded my face with a massive ejaculate. There was so much I almost felt like I’d drown in it. Hot white cum dribbled down the sides of my mouth, down my chin.
After I’d cleaned off his cock, Sir Jace retreated to his throne.
“Oh man, oh fuck, oh faggot, I needed that. I can’t go six days without emptying my balls. Next time, I’m gonna ask Eddie if I can borrow Sammy to get off. I can’t get backed up like that again.”
I went about my chores and started on his dinner and brought him a drink. The old version of me would have been hurt by Sir’s words, but the new version of me understood. An Alpha man, like my Sir, has needs. When his faggot is for some reason unable to fulfill faggot duties, another faggot should do so willingly. That’s the hierarchy of humans: men / women / genderqueer; boys / girls / genderqueer; faggots. Some might even say faggots are lower on the spectrum than household pets.
