Sir Jace and I went about our daily routines as usual. I fulfilled my faggot obligations by cooking, cleaning, ironing and laundry, grocery shopping; my paycheck was turned over to Sir; served as Sir’s urinal, filled his sexual needs with blow jobs and served up my ass on command. On occasion, Sir had me serve as his personal towel boy at the gym. I was a model faggot, the epitome of obedient, and yet, something seemed off.
Let me clarify, nothing was off on my end, Sir Jace was and will always be my King, from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep all I do is think about him and his needs. Sir Jace is my number one priority.
That said, it was almost as if Sir Jace was becoming annoyed with me. I hadn’t slipped up not even once since he punished me with the cane and the one time he forced me to take a viagra. In my opinion, my respectful submission and servitude resulted in an unmet need…the need to punish or discipline me. I’d given my Sir absolutely no reason to consider it at all.
If I were being perfectly honest, I think I was missing that, too. Not only am I a faggot, but I would consider myself a pain pig, and I would also say I thrive from feeling humiliated and degraded. Walking around the streets on a leash, parading around a locker room in a cage, exposing the “King Jace’s FAGGOT” tattoo, the collar and FAGGOT charm, became normal for both of us…routine if you will.
I decided I needed to be less than perfect, I needed to fuck up in a big way to spice things up, to give Sir Jace a good reason to discipline me without making it too obvious. I don’t know why I thought trying to manipulate my Sir would ever end up well, to attempt outsmarting the smartest man I know, but I hadn’t thought that far ahead, and did a series of things that would culminate in Sir Jace needing to correct me.
One morning, I spilled Sir’s Jace’s piss all over the bedroom carpet. He was very angry and slapped me across the face a few times for being careless.
Then, at breakfast, I burnt his toast and overcooked his eggs. Sir threw them in the trash and said I needed to be more careful with his meals. His face was up next to mine and I could feel his spittle as he yelled at me.
That was already two strikes in a day, and yes, there were momentary outbursts of disappointment from my King, but not the Big Bang I was looking for. After work that day, I was to meet him at the gym for his workout. It appeared he and Chad, another Alpha that owned a faggot, had become chummy, working out together. As they completed reps of chest presses, Sir Jace ordered me to towel off his new friend, and I said “No, I will not. He is not my responsibility and he has his own faggot.”
“What did you just say to me, faggot?”
I repeated defiantly, “No Sir, I will not wipe the sweat off this man. He has his own faggot, Sir!”
“What has gotten in to you today? First you spill my piss on the carpet, then you burn my food, and now this? It almost seems like you are deliberately trying to piss me off? Is that what you’re doing, faggot?”
I did not respond, knowing my lack of response would fuel his anger even more.
Chad piped in, “It’s ok, Jace, I can wipe my own sweat off myself. Let’s just keep going and we’ll do some bicep curls.”
Sir Jace snarled at me, but did not say anything more. I knew Sir Jace had caught on to my scheme, and he was not happy at all. Furthermore, I’d embarrassed him in front of his new friend Chad. That would be a capital offense.
Sir Jace led me by leash to the free weights and let go.
“Bring us some water, faggot!”
His tone was harsh, inside I was loving it.
I only brought one cup of water for my Sir.
“I thought I told you to bring us some water, faggot! Go back and get Chad some water this instant!”
“I will not, Sir. Chad has his own faggot who can bring him water. It’s not my fault he did not bring his faggot to the gym!”
Sir Jace held back his instinct to slap me. He would never do that in public.
“Chad, remember when you asked how I keep my faggot in line. Well, today’s your lucky day. I’m going to show you. Let’s get our things from the locker room and go back to my place. I’m gonna show this faggot a thing or two!”
“Jace, really, it’s ok, maybe the faggot is having a bad day. I’ve never seen it act this way before.”
“Chad, you are too kind, but, it is very obvious my faggot is acting out of character for a reason. My faggot thinks he has outsmarted me, but my faggot couldn’t be more wrong. Since my faggot has deliberately disobeyed me, deliberately embarrassed me, and is asking for discipline, I simply must follow through. There is no other option!”
Sir Jace practically broke my neck yanking the leash to march into the locker room and had me throw his things into his gym bag. Chad had done the same.
Sir Jace walked quickly and I struggled to keep up with his fast pace, but we did get to the house in minutes.
I was immediately unleashed. Sir Jace put his bag on the ground and slapped me five times across the face, hitting my right cheek repeatedly. I saw stars.
Chad stood nearby and watched.
“Strip, faggot! You’re gonna get it now, cocksucker!”
Sir Jace ran into the bedroom and returned with a ball gag and a single tail whip which he hadn’t used on me in over a year.
“Chad, you might want to sit over there so you don’t get hurt.”, he said pointing to the recliner.
Sir Jace secured the ball gag on my face and then barked, “Hands behind your head, faggot! Spread your legs, and God help you if you even try to run!”
I stood with my ass to Sir Jace, bare naked, of course, still caged.
I heard the whir of the whip move through the air and the first strike hit me straight across the back. I flinched and it seared through my skin. Sir Jace kept me guessing as his pace and ferocity were in no clear pattern, I was dancing in place as each blow landed somewhere new on my body. Each blow hurt like hell, but I was finding myself falling into a subspace, endorphins were kicking in, and at some point I had even stuck my ass out as a bigger target. I knew Sir Jace had broken skin on my back and my ass, and after 25 lashes with the single tail I knew in a few hours after the rush would fade, I would be hurting.
“Holy shit, Jace, look at what you did to its skin, it looks like a cross-cross all along its spine, and it’s ass is red as fuck!”
“And I’m not done yet, Chad, this faggot hates it when I beat up its balls. Hand me that ruler on the table, will you.”
Chad handed the ruler to Sir Jace who spun me around and yanked hard on my nuts with his left hand and he smacked the ruler against my balls with his right hand. I howled into the ball gag. Sir Jace hit me 15 times with that ruler, each time square in the balls. Then he let them go and went at them again and again. I almost came, but Sir Jace stopped just when I was right on the edge.
“Watch this, Chad. Wait until you see that happens when I unlock the cage and whip its cock.”
“I swear your faggot was close to cumming, Jace.”
“Oh, it was. That’s why I stopped slapping its balls, keeps my faggot on its toes!”
My eyes were tearing up, the pain was excruciating, but I the more it hurt the more I wanted it. Even with blurred vision of my watery eyes, I could see Sir Jace’s gym shorts tenting. If I could have smiled in that moment, I would have. That missing thing…this was it. I could sense Sir Jace really getting into this, and with his friend Chad watching, I was gonna be in for a hell of a fuck!
Sir left us for a moment to retrieve the Cobra cage key. I was breathing hard. Chad had his hand over his crotch, it was not hard to see he was also getting off on witnessing my punishment. Sir put the key into the cage and twisted it, unlocked, and pulled my shaft out of the sheath, and then slipped my balls through the cock ring. I wasn’t used to feeling air on my penis at all.
Sir Jace began to slap my cock around with his bare hand. Next he gripped the cat-o-nice tails flogger and struck my shaft with it. Soon, he expertly had my cock swinging around like a helicopter as he circled the leather strands bruising my penis.
“Show me that cock, faggot! Push your hips out for me!”
I lost it and shot my nut all over the carpet as Sir Jace whipped my junk about, the sound of the leather straps resonating in the room. I hadn’t even had a second to recover from the intensity of my orgasm when I heard…
“You know what happens to faggots that cum without permission, don’t you, Chad?”
“No, Jace. I don’t. And I hope you don’t mind that I have my dick out. Watching you whip your fag’s dick made me horny.”
“I don’t mind at all, Chad. Faggots that cum without permission get more whipping. Hand me those floggers, please.”
Sir Jace danced both floggers up and down my body, from ankles to neck. Hard and unabashed.
“Show me that ass, faggot! Stick that ass out!”
Sir Jace gave my ass some serious blows with the floggers. Then he spun me around and went after my chest. Taking one flogger was tough, but two was tougher. I had to once again find that mind space deep within, almost as if my mind and body had split, as I felt those floggers rain down on my chest and when he took one to the stomach I almost fell over. Sir Jace had so much pent up rage and he released it all on me. That is what I wanted, what I hoped for, what I knew Sir Jace needed, that spark that had been missing.
Sir Jace dropped the floggers and I dropped to my knees, sobbing, the skin all over my body burned, there would be no doubt I was disciplined if anyone saw me naked. I know sleeping would be uncomfortable, sitting would be worse.
Sir Jace dropped his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. His boner was raging.
“Crawl over here on your knees and suck my dick, faggot! Chad come get your cock sucked, too. I doubt my faggot will refuse to do anything for you now. Just look at it! My faggot will do anything I say now, won’t you faggot. You see, Chad, a good beating is all my faggot needed to get back in line. I guarantee you there will be absolutely no resistance for the rest of the night.”
Sir removed the ball gag and threw it off to the side. Sir Jace and Chad stood side by side arms around shoulders as they rotated my head from one dick to another, holding me down and skull fucking me. I was slobbering all over those cocks as they beat my throat up.
“Shit Jace, your faggot has a deep throat, no gagging at all. My faggot needs more practice!”
Sir Jace held the back of my head in one hand and my chin in the other, forcing my face back and forth on his friend’s eight inch cock. I loosened the tension in my neck and I bobbled up and down frenetically.
“Yes, I’d argue my faggot is the best cocksucker in this city!”, Sir Jace said proudly.
I felt like my jaw was going separate, Jace had me at maximum stretch as my throat fell repeatedly on Chad’s thick dick like a tight sleeve.
Sir Jace bent me over ass out and spit into my ass then shoved his big cock right inside. He reached over and used his fingers to spread my lips like a mouth spreader as Chad dicked my face. I had so much drool falling down my chin as they spit-roasted me. Chad held onto my head and continued to bang my brain. Having both holes filled after taking a severe beating was wild, all three of us worked up into a frenzy.
“Want to fuck my faggot, Chad? Its hole is nice and open for you.”
They literally high-fived over my head and swapped places. Chad pulled one arm back and held it tightly on the center of my back as he forced his dick up my hole. Sir held the sides of my head up tightly to make me deep throat his meat.
When Chad grabbed the other arm I had no leverage and Sir Jace dropped my head onto the carpet. He shoved his foot in my face and forced his toes into my mouth while Chad wheelbarraowed me.
When Chad pulled out they pulled me up under my armpits. Chad held my back in his arms and Sir Jace placed my legs over his shoulders and he pounded into me standing up. I looked up at Chad while my King owned my hole and he spit right on my face twice. I loved how it sprayed, landing all over my forehead, nose, and my cheeks. I felt debased like vermin, the look of absolute disgust on Chad’s face, perhaps steeped in my disobedience of not wiping him down at the gym or bringing him a cup of water.
They put me down, my back on the arm of the sofa, this time Sir Jace held my ankles back and shoved his cock in my face while Chad took another round in my gaping hole. I was being fucked like a rag doll. Two Alpha men completely owning a demure faggot, as it should be.
“Can I shoot up its ass? I’m getting close, Jace!”
“You can shoot anywhere you want, Chad. My faggot is all yours.”
Chad pulled out, “Nah, I’m not ready yet. I wanna fuck it some more. Your turn.”
Sir Jace threw me to the carpet.
“Ass up, face down, faggot!”
Chad sat on the sofa and watched as Sir Jace’s foot smashed my head into the carpet and he obliterated my hole with his baseball bat cock.
“You fucking faggot! I’m gonna breed your motherfucking faggot ass! Pound your ass out!”
My cock was as hard as brick from being used like a blow up doll by both these men.
Sir Jace began to smack my already beat-up ass as he laced into my fuck hole and when he sprayed his man batter all up in my guts I also sprayed the carpet.
Sir Jace pulled his cock out and made me clean his cock off and then pushed my face into my cum and made sure it painted my face.
Then he lifted my head up and said,
“Get your camera, Chad. Take a picture of my faggot wearing cum all over its face. Next time it refuses to follow an order you can send it to everyone you know!”
Chad took a few shots of my cum covered face, Sir Jace’s huge hand held my head up for the camera.
“Smile, faggot!” I didn’t necessarily smile but I did not close my eyes for the pose. I felt my sticky cum on my face.
Afterwards, Chad flipped me on my back.
“Jace, you mind holding his legs back for me?”
“Not at all.”
Chad placed his hands behind his back and let his cock impale me while he was on his knees. Sir Jace placed his softening cock in my mouth and as I was taking a deep dick down, he trickled his piss down my throat so I grabbed it in my hand and pushed it it further so nothing would spill out. Watching me drink my Sir’s piss inspired Chad to fuck me even harder. He changed positions and leaned over me, his hips pulling all the way back and all the way in, his hard cock spearing inside me over and over again until he roared and added his load into my cummy hole. Chad pulled out, straddled my chest and wiped his cum covered cock all over my face, mixing in with my own drying cum.
This time Chad let his cock sit across my lips and Sir Jace took some pics with Chad’s phone.
“Feel free to share these pics with your friends. Chad. My faggot has no dignity. Maybe I’ll send one to its mother!”, they both cackled with laughter.
The two men left me on the floor, motionless, as Sir Jace offered Chad a shower and saying something about having a workout after all.
While Chad was in the shower, Sir grabbed my cock and swiftly placed it right back in the Cobra cage then swatted my balls again.
“Was this what you hoped for, faggot?”
“Sir, My King, yes”, I said breathlessly. I kissed his foot then looked up at him, “I did this for you, Sir!”
“I know, faggot, I know.”
Sir Jace rubbed my head and left me there while he and Chad said good-night.
“Come on faggot, let’s go to bed, tomorrow is another day.
When we laid in bed Sir Jace faced me, “Who’s faggot are you?”
“I’m your faggot, Sir, my King!”, I said proudly.
“That’s right. Good-night, faggot!”, then he turned his back to me and was out like a light.
I was still tuned up from everything that happened…replaying the scene in my head from the gym, to the whipping, the cock and ball torture, the flogging, the skull fucking, the breedings, but when Sir Jace threatened to send those pics of me with cum all over my face, that seemed to excite me more than anything. For my own mother to see her son like that would be something. On one hand, my mother would finally see what being a faggot really means, on the other hand I’m sure it would horrify her to learn her son is commonly defiled and debased. Sir Jace does not allow me phone privileges at home and unfortunately, those pics were on Chad’s phone. I had no way to share them with anyone, but I wanted to. I remembered, Sir Jace did give verbal permission to Chad to share those pics with his friends, so there was a chance that would happen.
Then my faggot brain took it to a new level, I imagined Sir Jace painting my face with his seed , taking pictures, and sharing them all over social media. My caged cock strained in its confines at this idea. All of my fantasizing kept my mind off of my sore body. But once my mind slowed down, the aches kicked in. I crept out of bed to take Tylenol PM, only one because I had to be up early and ready to serve my King.
