Almost three weeks past getting tatted as “King Jace’s FAGGOT”, and pierced, our household dynamic was completely back to usual. I was serving as his personal cum and/or piss bucket on the regular, orally and anally.
One day while I was at work, Sir Jace called me.
“Hello My King!”
I was very excited to hear from him since it was a rare occurrence for an unsolicited phone call.
“Listen up faggot. Meet me at the gym after work. We’re gonna start working out more. I’ll bring you some clothes.”
“Yes Sir! See you later, Sir!”
I knew which gym Sir Jace had belonged to before. It was a small gym that his buddy Jimmy owned. Small, but still had a sauna and steam room and some open shower heads. The neighborhood gays seemed to frequent this gym since nobody who worked there ever stopped the cruising that went on in the locker room.
I met Sir Jace just outside and was leashed, which was unexpected given we were literally ten feet away from the entrance. Sir Jace was carrying a gym bag over his shoulder, he transferred it for me to carry as his faggot, it was my responsibility. We walked in with me in tow and Sir Jace greeted the cute twink at the desk while he swiped his key tag and got us in.
Heads turned as we walked right into the locker room. I was intimidated by the men with ripped and cut bodies. In this gym many of them were working out shirtless, or wearing tank tops to show off their muscles.
Sir Jace unclipped the leash from my collar and threw a tiny pair of running shorts at me, along with white ankle socks and white Nike running shoes.
He watched me strip my shirt off, exposing my new ink and piercing. He smiled widely and proudly. I could tell he was waiting for this day. The day to finally show me off to the world.
I watched Sir Jace strip completely naked as he placed his clothes in the locker. Always a sight to behold. I wanted to kneel before him, his body is like a Black God. First he put on a white classic Bike jockstrap which contrasted so perfectly with his ebony skin. Over them, a dark blue pair of Under Armor workout shorts. Next were shoes and socks, no shirt. He grabbed the leash again and clipped it back on me.
He tugged on it, we walked over towards the towels.
“Grab us some towels, faggot!” Others in the locker room looked at us as I grabbed the towels obediently.
Sir Jace walked us toward the treadmills. It was interesting to see some of the reactions of me on the other end of a leash at the gym, but nobody dared say a word to my Sir.
Sir found us two treadmills side by side. He wrapped the leash around his wrist to shorten it, but it was still loose enough that I could move independently. We both started up our treadmills and Sir Jace said, “twenty minutes, faggot. Let’s loosen up before I work out.”
In twenty minutes I ran 2.25 miles, as it had been a while since I ran, but I always enjoyed running before I became Sir’s faggot. Jace ran about 1.75 miles. He ran slower and I think because his body frame is so much bigger than mine, he ran at a slower pace. He’d definitely beat me on the weights though.
We were both heaving and sweaty after a twenty minute run. I wiped the sweat off Sir Jace’s back, his chest, and his face. Then he tugged on the leash and we walked toward the free weights.
Sir wrapped my leash around the base of the bench. He walked to get a bar and started with 75 pounds on each side.
Sir laid flat on his back and I watched his muscles strain as he did 10 reps, easily. He set the bar down and added 25 more on each side. Then he did two more reps of 10, taking a breather in between. His pecs were becoming wet with sweat. I quickly wiped him dry.
Another built man called out, “good to see you back at the gym, Jace. Hope you’ve been doing well.”
“Hey, great to see you Scott. It’s been a long time. My faggot has been feeding me too well so now I gotta work off this gut you know.”
“My wife can’t cook for shit. I’m eat take out too much but that why I come here to work it off or I’d be fat as a house. Have a great workout, Jace.”
“Thanks bud, I’m sure I’ll see you around again. Tell Becca I said hello.”
Sir Jace raised the bench so now it was on an incline. This time Jace did four reps of 10 with 200 pounds. His veins were popping, his chest swelled and his biceps were popping. I wiped him down trying hard not to linger too long in admiration.
Sir Jace left me tethered to the bench as he set the weights back on the rack. Then he did some planks. I timed him. First was one minute; then two minutes, then three. Sir Jace is a very solid and strong man. It was exciting to observe him working out while I served as his towel boy. Seeing his muscles strain and the sheen of sweat made my hole quiver.
Sir unclipped me only once to bring him water after the planks.
Then Sir Jace brought me to another clear area on the floor. Sir Jace slipped a knot on one for he free benches so I couldn’t stray, while he grabbed a 25 pound weight. He began to do 50 sit ups on a medicine ball with the weight covering his abs. Then he did 50 more, and 50 more. Sir Jace js built like a truck! I had no idea just how strong this man really is!
Lastly, Jace did more sit ups holding a weight on a decline bench angled so his head was almost on the floor and his feet were hooked up high. Sir Jace struggled after the first 50 doing these sit ups with the weight, so he dropped it and did 100 more without it.
“I think that’s enough for today, faggot. Gotta ease back into this. Maybe I’ll get you in a routine, too, you can stand to put on just a little more muscle, faggot.” Jace grabbed the leash, “come on, let’s go check out the sauna.”
We went back to the locker room, this time Sir Jace left my leash in his locker. We stripped naked and wrapped towels around our waists and entered the hot room.
There was another older White man there. He looked to be in his 60’s, overweight, hairy like a gorilla. He was naked, sitting on his towel. He licked his lips as we walked in together as if one of us would want his services, but Sir Jace and I ignored him. We sat on the upper bench to his right.
Sir Jace closed his eyes and clasped his hands behind his head. My eyes quickly moved from his chest to his cock, as I swear I saw it jump under that towel.
Sir Jace leaned over and whispered in my ear, “you want to see what’s under my towel? Go on, check it out.”
I peeled the towel back and Sir’s erection popped out, the object of my deepest desires. I wrapped my fist around it and began to slow jerk it. The old white man looked over and smiled.
“I used to have a faggot myself back in my day. You mind if I enjoy the show?”
“Suit yourself”, Sir Jace said. Then he pushed my head down so my lips were wrapped around his cock. I loosened the tension in my neck and Sir Jace began to move my head up and down over his shaft like a fleshlight.
I couldn’t see the white man because I was otherwise occupied but I definitely heard him beating his meat.
Sir was aggressive as I suppose working out builds up so much testosterone in a bull of man like my King Jace. Within five minutes he was grunting hard and creaming down my throat.
When I rose from his crotch, the white man was using his towel to wipe his load off his chest. Then he left us alone.
“Let’s check out the steam room for a bit and then we’ll do a quick shower. You still have to cook me dinner. I worked up an appetite today, faggot.”
Sir Jace smacked me on the ass and took my towel away.
“I don’t think you need this in the steam room, let’s leave it on the hook out here.”
There I was for a few men to see me completely naked now, cock caged, pierced nipple, “King Jace’s FAGGOT” tattoo, collared, with a dangling “FAGGOT” silver charm affixed. It was exhilarating and exciting. And I still had cum breath from swallowing HIS seed just moments ago. This was my own personal porn movie!
Sir Jace snapped the towel on my bare ass, “get in the steam room faggot. These fellas don’t need to see your caged clit”. He’d never used that expression before, but knowing Sir Jace just a little bit, I know he said what he said so they would want to see my caged “clit”’as he called it.
“Hey, wait a sec!” A hot looking light skinned Black Man, probably in his upper 30’s said. He was wrapped in a towel, his smooth body was almost as massive as my Sir. “Can I see it? I’m thinking of putting a cage on my faggot.”
“Sure you can. Faggot, show this nice young man your cage.”
“That looks snug and secure. My faggot also has a thumb sized nub. Is it comfortable?”
“Answer the man, faggot? He’s asked you a question.”
“Yes, it is very comfortable.”
“This is the Cobra Cage by KINK3D. Before this we had another model that my faggot wore for a few years that I controlled by an app on my phone. But it really didn’t fit as well since my faggot’s dick is nothing more than a baby carrot”
“Good to know, I’ll have to check it out. Next time I should bring my faggot to the gym. Didn’t think this was a place for a faggot, don’t want anyone stealing him from me, or worse finding my faggot turned on by another Alpha.”
“That’s why I keep mine on a leash and make sure he’s always with me, thinks of me, serves me, worships me. Ask him yourself, I’m his King!”
“Seriously? I need to get some tips from you. Name is Chad by the way. Obviously, you must be Jace. Love the tat, really cool.”
“Thanks Chad. Hope you had a good workout, we’re going to get some steam.”
Sir Jace and I stepped into the steam room and literally I couldn’t see at all. Sir reached for my arm and led me to a bench against the far wall. Once our eyes adjusted I could see other men sitting in there with us. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a a guy on his knees giving head to a guy sitting on the bench. I really couldn’t make out clear faces just shapes. Sir Jace seemed to have his eyes closed taking in the steam while I watched and looked on in wonderment.
After 15 minutes, Sir Jace was ready to shower. He placed his hands on my shoulders and steered me from behind out of the steam room and into the showers, his cock brushing up against my ass crack.
Sir Jace and I had two shower heads next to each other and we began soaping up. A guy to my other side started to chat me up not realizing Sir was just on my left.
“How you doin’ there guy? Nice ass!”
I ignored him as I didn’t want to engage and lead him on, and I didn’t want to be rude.
“Hey, I’m talking to you, boy. You have a great ass.”
I glanced at him and he was hot, and he was soaping up his uncut dick, for sure his confidence was evident, that Big Dick Energy.
Again, I didn’t respond so he actually grabbed my ass, his long arm extending to grab some of my booty flesh.
“Hey!” I screamed out, “What are you doing?”
That’s when Sir Jace intervened. He walked across me and right up to the other man.
“Did you just pinch my faggot’s ass?”
“Yes, I did. Your faggot practically asked for it showing off that ass like that!”
I wanted to defend myself but felt intimidated by these two men who were now chest to chest, Sir Jace a head taller.
“Don’t you know it’s not polite to touch other people’s property?”
“Like I said, your faggot practically begged me to do it. I would never have done it otherwise.”
“My faggot would never do such a thing as flaunt its ass to a stranger, especially with me showering right next to him. You take me for an idiot?”
“You just might be, why don’t you ask it.”
“Alright, I’ll indulge you. Hey faggot, were you flirting with this man?”
“No Sir, I wasn’t. I swear.”
“You see, there you have it, my faggot swears he was not flirting with you.”
“You’re going to believe a faggot over me? We both know faggots can’t be trusted.”
“I do believe my faggot over you. I don’t even know you. You better keep your hands to yourself man or we’re gonna have big problems.”
Sir Jace shoved the man against the shower wall with his hand.
“Take the other shower and I’ll finish up here, faggot. Gotta keep you safe from this bastard.”
We both finished rinsing off, dried off, dressed, I was once again leashed and we walked home.
I wanted to show my King appreciation for defending me and believing me, so I made a great dinner.
After cleaning up, I walked over to Sir Jace who was sitting on his throne.
“Permission to speak, Sir?”
“Yes faggot, you may speak.”
“May I offer you a foot rub, Sir?”
“Oh yeah, that would be great.”
I sat on the carpet, Indian style facing Sir’s throne. I brought one socked foot to into my lap. I bent down to inhale the fumes from the very sock Sir wore for our run and his subsequent workout. For me, smelling my Sir’s feet makes my insides flutter. They smelled like a sweaty locker room mixed with musk. I sniffed different parts of his socked foot, his heel, his toes…taking it all in and motivating me to continue.
I pulled off the sock and brought it to my nose and inhaled.
“You’re such a pig, faggot. Look at you sniffing my gross sock. Only a faggot would do that and enjoy it.”
I did not allow Sir’s commentary to distract me. I grabbed the small bottle of foot cream and poured a few little dabs on his foot, and in my hands. I rubbed my hands tighter and used both hands to work on Sir’s toes and I massaged the remaining areas of his foot for a good twenty minutes before repeating the same process for the other foot. His size 14 feet looked enormous in comparison to my size 9 feet.
I couldn’t resist the temptation and lifted Sir Jaces right foot so that I could suck on his large toe. I circled my tongue around it several times, then I opened wider and took in two more toes. I opened even wider and now had all 5. Sir Jace began to lightly move his foot so his toes were fucking my mouth.
I must have worked on his feet for nearly an hour and half. I hadn’t noticed that somewhere along the line, Sir Jace had taken his dick out and was stroking it. I was too focused on his feet.
Sir Jace tapped the back of my bald head.
“Hey faggot, up here. Get my cock in your mouth.”
I changed positions now and was now kneeling. I happened to notice Sir had changed the channel and was watching another TimTales video; FullMetalTwunk fucking Marcel Boom. The hung American Black man was fucking Marcel from behind, using his entire 10 inches to fuck and fill the bottom’s hole.
Sir Jace removed his hand from his hard cock and I took it into my mouth and swallowed it whole. Sir Jace put some pressure on the back of my head and bucked his hips upward so he could fuck my face, ramming that cock deep down my throat. It was getting sloppy and very wet.
Sir pushed my head off after 20 minutes of skull fucking than had me lay with my back on the ottoman, ankles up in my hands. Sir found my fuck hole and penetrated me. He held the sides of the ottoman for balance and shafted me deep, shafted me hard, and dicked me down using his cock as a weapon of mass anal destruction.
I could feel Sir’s precum lubricating my hole even more for a smoother ride. I looked up into my King’s face as his eyes closed and his bearded face lifted toward the ceiling. Sir Jace let out a deep growl and a lion’s roar as his cock jerked in my hole, spewing out its molten lava inside me.
Sir Jace, still inserted, cradled my back and lifted me to the arm of the sofa, and set me back down, placed my legs over his shoulders, and he continued to bonk me, banging my back out, his cum-covered cock squelching. Five minutes after his first load, the second load fired.
I looked down at Sir’s cock and it was smothered in his own juice. I went down on him cleaning all of that spunk off. As I did so, I was moaning on sweet delight and I once again shot a load just by tasting my owner, my Lord, the object of my attention and affection.
