Sir Jace's Faggot

The Saturday after the combative luncheon with my mother and sister, Sir Jace left me alone to clean, do laundry, grocery shop, and other chores. Before he left he said he was going to play basketball with the fellas, and probably grab lunch and drinks and not to expect him back anytime soon.

I had so much to do around the house anyway. A bigger house meant more upkeep. Now there were two bathrooms to scrub, two bedrooms, a den, an office, a larger kitchen, etc. I was fine being left alone since doting on my Sir would have meant less time tending to these household chores. Let me set the record straight, I would gladly drop whatever I was doing to serve Sir Jace’s needs.

It was well past 6pm by the time Sir Jace returned home. When I asked him if I should prepare dinner he said “no, Eddie set me up on a blind date tonight.”.

Sir Jace walked past me and straight to his bedroom. He emptied his gym bag of his sweaty gym clothes into the hamper and  shucked the clothes on his back, which were now scattered all over the floor I had just vacuumed, and Sir went to shower.

I immediately retreated to my bedroom, pulled out the Declaration of Dependence and read it several times. I was trying to reprogram my emotions because the thought of my King seeing someone made me want to vomit.  I had to find a way not to show jealousy or anger very quickly.

I decided perhaps the best way to deal with my emotions was head on…I went back into Sir’s bedroom and laid out an outfit I thought would be appropriate for his evening, even a sexy black 2xist bikini brief.

Sir Jace saw me working on pairing socks to match his outfit when he was out of the shower, wrapped in a towel.

“Well, I sure am glad to see you’re just as enthusiastic about my date as I am, faggot. I think I can take it from here. What are you thinking of doing tonight while I’m out?”

“May I watch a movie, Sir?”

“I have a better idea. When is the last time you cleaned the oven? I’m sure there’s dust on the ceiling fans, dust on the top of the refrigerator. I’d rather you not waste time on your ass watching a movie when there is so much to do here. After all, idle minds are the devil’s playground, you know that, don’t you, faggot?”

I didn’t respond, I left Sir Jace to himself to prepare for his date and I was now in the kitchen preparing to clean the oven, pulling the oven racks out it.

As Sir walked past me, wearing his good cologne that made my pussy twitch, he said, “You may go to bed at 10pm. I’m taking your phone with me for safe keeping.  Maybe I’ll see you in the morning, faggot.”

I wasn’t paying too much attention to his words. He looked absolutely stunning. Wherever he was going, it must have been nice because he wore a sports jacket with khaki pants and a dress shirt.

“Did you hear me, faggot!”

“Sorry Sir. Yes, 10pm, noted, Sir.”

Sir mumbled  something to himself about why is that faggot always staring at him like that as he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

I sprayed the oven cleaner in the oven and took a momentary break. Then I remembered Sir’s sweaty clothes in the hamper. I ran over to it and retrieved his jockstrap and shorts and rubbed them all over my face, making sure I could taste and smell him. The rush consumed me as I thought about his penis sitting in that jockstrap pouch as he played basketball earlier in the day.

I’d I had access to my sex toys I would have used them to get off right now. Sir had me throw most of them away when we moved, and the ones I was allowed to keep were secured in a locked toy chest. I was worked up and had no way to release, my balls ached, my dicklet, pained from its inability to harden in the confines of its prison.

I needed to clear my mind and placed Jace’s sweaty clothes in the laundry. If his bedroom smelled rank when he came home, he wouldn’t be happy with me at all. Once I made that decision it was easier to focus.I resumed cleaning the oven, the fans, and anything else I could find to keep me occupied until 10pm. I’d been working hard all day and it didn’t take me long to fall asleep once my head hit the pillow.

I never heard Sir Jace come home last night, and I must have overslept.

I was startled when I heard Sir screaming from his bedroom.

“FAGGOT, WHERE ARE YOU? GET YOUR ASS IN HERE! I NEED TO PISS!”

Still a bit groggy, I moved as fast as I could and stepped into Sir’s bedroom.  I took to my knees, and opened my mouth and as I was going through the motions of swallowing my Sir’s morning piss, I heard a strange voice from the other side of the bed.

“Jace, did you really need to wake him up for that? You could have used the toilet.”

Sir Jace gripped my head so I wouldn’t turn it and began pissing down my throat.

“Now, why would I do that, Jared, when I have my own faggot. Saves water this way, and besides, it’s cleaner, no piss splatter.Also, refer to my faggot as “it”, faggots aren’t men.”

“I’ve never dated a man who owns a faggot. If we keep seeing each other, I’m going to have to get used to it.”

“Oh, you will. I like you so I’m hoping we’ll spend more time together. Hey, you wanna give my faggot’s mouth a try?”

“No, Jace, I think I need to work up to that.”

Once Sir finished wiping his cock on my face, he tapped me on the top of my head.

“Go make us some coffee, faggot.”

“Yes Sir.”

I barely caught a glimpse of Jared. He was white, dark straight hair, dark eyes, didn’t look to be even 30, Sir Jace had at least 15 years on him.

I went to brush my teeth and it was a good thing I’d taped the Declaration of Dependence to the mirror because I needed that in this moment. It’s like my very own Al-Anon daily reader, reaffirming my commitment every morning.  Convinced I had the mental fortitude to put on a happy face I went to make the coffee.

The pot had filled and on cue, Sir and his new friend, Jared, were sitting at the kitchen table. I brought out cream and sugar not knowing how Jared drinks his coffee:

Sir was in his usual morning attire, in his black Hanes boxer briefs, Jared was wearing one of Sir’s Ravens shirts and blue CK briefs. He was quite good looking, his face had a morning five o’clock shadow, his hair was a bit messy, his legs covered in a light dusting of dark hairs, his feet were only a little larger than mine, but nowhere close to Sir Jace’s size 14s.

“Are you hungry, Jared? Whatever you want, my faggot will make it. It’s quite a good cook.”

“Maybe some scrambled eggs and toast, I’m not that hungry, thanks.”

His voice irritated me, it was a higher pitch, and grated on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard,

“No need to thank it, that’s its job. Pour us some juice and I’ll have my eggs poached and I want bacon.”

“Yes Sir.”, I said flatly.

As I was busy working on breakfast, Sir Jace walked over to the oven and opened it. Then he stood on a chair to check the top of the ceiling fan.”

“Good job, faggot. Looks like you did as I asked. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I served Jared first then went to make Sir’s breakfast while the bacon was still cooking.

“What are your plans today, Jared? I don’t want to assume you want to spend more time with me. Last night was great, I really like you…and your ass, too!”

“Thank you, Jace. I’m glad Eddie set us up on the date. I like you, too, a lot. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting us to hit it off. Blind dates never go well. I do need to run some errands today and visit my Aunt who isn’t feeling well, but maybe we can have dinner tonight if you like?”

“I’d like that. We could eat here if you want or we can go out? My faggot can make us a fantastic meal if you want to stay in,”

“It is supposed to be a rainy night, staying in sounds nice. Maybe we can watch a movie?”

“It’s a date. Any food allergies?”

“No, I’ll eat anything.”

“Yes, I know.”, and the two kissed right in front of my eyes as I laid Sir’s breakfast plate on the table.

I noticed Jared and Sir needed a refill of coffee, so I left them momentarily to get the coffee pot. I wanted to spill some on Jared’s lap, but I knew better.

“Jace, is it ok to kiss you in front of your faggot? I’m sorry, I don’t know the rules.”

“Of course, one of the great things of having a faggot is it’s almost invisible. You can say or do anything you like, act like it’s not even there. Only address it when you want or need something. Understand?”

“I think so, it’s like having a maid and a butler, combined.”

“Yes, and don’t forget, a towel boy at the gym, a urinal, a cum bucket, and, today, a gardener. A faggot can be just about anything you want or need it to be.”

“Wow, that’s wild, Jace. How long have you had it?”

“I’ve known this faggot for over eight years. I’ve been it’s Keyholder since the day we met. A few months ago, it only served me on weekends, but since I bought this house, it’s with me full-time. It has a good job and supports itself by turning his paycheck over to me. Have you noticed that Declaration of Dependence hanging on the wall over there? It wrote that a few weeks ago. You should read it if you are going to spend more time here. They are all over my house as a constant reminder for the faggot who sometimes forgets its place.”

“When did you get that tattoo on its chest?”

“About a month ago, after it wrote the Declaration. Now everyone will know this faggot belongs to me. One thing I should tell you up front, and please do not take offense when I say this, but my faggot is the best cocksucker in this city. No teeth, no gagging, no resistance. If we start dating, you need to know I’m still gonna have it blow me.”

“Whoa, Jace, that’s a lot to digest. How about we take this one day at a time and see how things go. I guess I hadn’t thought about sharing a boyfriend with a faggot.”

“We can take things at your pace. You would not be sharing me with it. Faggots are nothing more than sexual outlets, there’s no intimacy, it’s like using a fleshlight or a sex doll. Admit it, don’t you jerk off using a dildo? It’s really the same thing.”

“Well, when you put it that way, it makes more sense.”

“Ok, why don’t you get going and get your cute behind back here as soon as you can. I’ll be waiting.”

Sir Jace kissed Jared on his forehead and Jared went to put on his clothes from the night before, leaving the Raven’s jersey behind. I’d be sure to wash that today.

As I was cleaning up breakfast Sir said,

“I’m gonna go down to the barbershop and hang with the boys. There’s leaves all over the lawn and dead weeds in the flower beds.  When you’re done with that think of something nice to make us for dinner. I really like Jared so impress me, faggot.”

“Yes Sir”. I hadn’t said more than those two words all morning. That was my life, a life I chose.

I put on the one pair of jeans I was allowed to wear out of the house and I wore one of Jace’s jackets over my “Locked FAGGOT” t-shirt. I only had work clothes as I was only permitted to wear jockstraps in the house.

I found a rake in the garage and went about tidying up the front yard and pulling weeds. It took me several hours. When I finished, I put a load of laundry in, including the shirt Jared wore, and then showered. I decided I’d make a roasted chicken with loaded baked potatoes and sautéed spinach and garlic. I put a couple bottles of white wine in the fridge.

I found a nice tablecloth for the dining room table and some candles.

Sir burst through the door after 4pm like an animal. He picked up my phone on the table next to the door to see if I’d used it, put it down when he saw I did not, pulled off his shoes, then left a trail of his clothes as he went to shower. His beard looked nicely trimmed and his bald head shined.

I picked up his clothes and placed them in the hamper. I smelled his socks and underwear. The more I smelled his things the more I wanted him inside me. I wondered when or if I’d get to service him again now that Jared was in the picture.

When I was back in the kitchen seasoning the chicken, Sir called for me.

“FAGGOT! FAGGOT? WHERE ARE YOU?”

“What can I do for you, Sir?”

“Iron that shirt for me.”, pointing to the bed.

“Yes Sir.”

I took his shirt to the laundry room and set up the ironing board. I pressed Sir’s shirt and returned it to him on a hangar.

Sir looked so sexy as he put the shirt on himself, leaving the top two buttons undone, exposing the hair on his chest. The jeans he was wearing tonight showed off his bulge magnificently, and that muscled ass. My Sir looked mighty fine.

Sir retreated to his throne and out in the living room, smoked a little weed and drank a beer while he waited for Jared to come back to the house. I made sure the meal was perfect, the table, perfect.

Sir’s phone rang, and after twenty seconds he said, “Jared’s on his way, faggot. Make me proud tonight, don’t fuck up in front of my date.”

“Yes Sir”, I said dutifully.

When the doorbell rang, I answered it and took Jared’s coat.

“The front yard looks great, and the house smells wonderful.”, Jared said looking at me trying to be nice.

Sir Jace walked over and gave Jared a warm hug and a kiss.

“No need to engage it in conversation, you’ll learn. Come in, sit down. What can my faggot get you to drink?”

“Some wine would be great.”

“White or red?”

“White, thank you.”

Sir Jace rolled his eyes at the “thank you”. “Jared,save your manners for me, hehe.”

I brought over two glasses of wine and saw the new couple on the sofa, Sir’s arm behind Jared’s back.

“Is dinner almost ready, faggot. I’m hungry.”

“15 minutes, Sir.”

Fast forward past dinner, which was served hot, and tasted delicious, and the two were back on the sofa making out and groping one another. As we had an open kitchen I could see them both as I cleaned up.

Jared’s fingers unbuttoned Sir’s shirt and his hands were all over my Sir’s chest. Sir lifted Jared’s shirt over his head and for the first time I was able to see his smooth chest, the man had an 8-pack and huge pecs, his nipples as large as  nickels.  Sir Jace kissed down Jared’s neck and licked down to taste a nipple. They were getting hot and heavy.

Jared undid Jace’s belt and unzipped, then pulled them down to the carpet. He kissed and licked down Sir’s massive chest and then yanked down his briefs with an hunger in his eyes, an hunger I knew all too well, and licked the head of Sir’s Big Black Cock.

Watching Jared epically fail at sucking my King’s dick was amusing. I wondered how long Sir would placate his new lover before I was tasked with providing deep throating lessons like I’ve had to do in the past.

Sir politely pulled Jared off his cock and asked, “you like your cock sucked, Jared?”

“Yeah, who doesn’t?”

“I don’t suck cock, but my faggot does. Let him blow you, Jared. You’ll love it. Hey faggot, get over here.”

I walked over to the two lovebirds.

“Suck Jared’s cock, faggot.”

“Yes Sir.”

Jared pulled his pants and briefs down and I pulled them off. His cock was somewhat thick, no more than 6.5 inches, his dark brown bush was trimmed very short and he clearly shaved his balls. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock whole, then I began to use my tongue as I bobbed up and down on it. No hands, no teeth, no gagging.

Sir Jace and Jared made out over me, Sir twisting each of Jared’s nipples as I orally pleasured his new beau.

“You feel good, babe?”

“Ohhhh yes. Your faggot is an amazing cocksucker. Ohhh man.”

“Yes. I told you. Hey faggot, my turn.” I lifted my head off Jared’s cock and there were clear strands of throat juice covering it. Then I swallowed my Sir’s”

“Watch this”, he said. He placed the back of his hand behind my head and held it down forcefully as he thrusted upward. I was getting skull fucked as Sir Jace was showing off my cocksucking talents.

“Whoa, Jace, don’t choke him.”

“No, I won’t, no gag reflex. I could do this for hours, but that would be selfish. Your turn”. Jace slapped my cheek and I was back on Jared’s cock again.

They were making out and Jared said, “I want you to fuck me, Jace. I wanna feel your big dick up my ass.”

“I’ll be happy to fuck you. It would be my pleasure.”

Sir moved my face over his cock and ordered me to “get it nice and wet so he could fuck Jared’s ass”.

Jared was on all fours on the sofa and Sir Jace got behind him.

“Suck Jared’s dick, faggot. Make yourself useful.”

I crawled on my back under Jared and sucked his dick while Sir pounded out his ass. Jared was wailing. His cock was throbbing and leaked a lot of precum. When Sir Jace really went to pound town Jared cried out,”Oh yes! Ohhh yes! Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum!”, and I swallowed a gallon of ball juice. Sir Jace shot his nut up Jared’s hole and I was ordered to clean off his cock and then to clean out Jared’s ass!

I brought them towels to wipe off and the two cuddled. I brought them popcorn, refreshed their wine as they watched a movie.

“Faggot, you can go to bed now. I’ll wake you up if we need anything.”

“Good night, Sir.”