The next morning, I woke up early knowing if my Sir had to wake me up a second a day in a row, I’d get caned, or something worse. When Sir Jace has company, whether it be a friend, or in this case, a new boyfriend, he expects me to be on my best behavior, and if I am not, enjoys showing off his superiority over me, often times saying or doing things that are over the top just to show off. In other words, Sir Jace enjoys an audience.
I brushed my teeth and changed into a new jock before brewing the coffee and taking in the Sunday paper from the sidewalk. Then I knelt in the corner of Sir’s bedroom, making myself invisible, but useful if needed.
Jared was the first to rise as I saw him open those deer like eyes and he let out a yawn. He lifted his head from the pillow and saw me there in the corner.
Jared tapped Sir Jace on the shoulder.
“Jace, Jace, your faggot is watching us in the corner. Wake up.”
Startled, Sir Jace said, “What? What’s going on?”
“Look, your faggot is watching us in the corner.”
Sir Jace rubbed the top of Jared’s head and messed up his hair.
“No, silly, it’s not watching us. It’s serving us. It knows I need to take a leak first thing in the morning and is in position. Like I said yesterday, you have to learn to ignore it. Act like it isn’t even there. It’s like my nightstand right here next to the bed.”
“I see. I’m sorry, Jace, this is just so new to me. I’m sure I will get used to it.”
“Do you need to piss?”
“Badly, yes.”
“Go on, use my faggot’s mouth. It’s a great way to start the morning. I’ll go after you and then we can take a shower together.”
“Are you sure? I’ve never pissed in someone’s mouth before.”
“Of course I’m sure. I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure. Don’t be shy, the faggot is a real piss bucket.”
Jared’s naked body rose from the bed and walked over towards me. His flaccid cock flopped with each step.
He stopped about a foot from my mouth.
“How does this work? What do I do?”
“Just take another step forward, my faggot will put your cock in its mouth and then let her rip.”
Jared took a step forward. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sir Jace watching intently.
“I don’t think I can do it while you’re watching me, Jace. I get pee shy.”
“Just relax, close your eyes, think of a stream of water cascading down the side of a mountain, the water running, continuously, relaxing, calming. Take a deep breath, in and out, picture the stream, and let it flow.”
That seemed to do the trick. I felt Jared’s strong piss stream begin to splash down my throat as his body relaxed and he let his bladder loose. It tasted sour and bitter, very pungent as it flowed over the tastebuds on my tongue. A less skilled piss drinker would have wretched almost immediately. Knowing Sir Jace was watching and expecting nothing less than perfection inspired me to drink it all down, every last drop.
“Good job, Jared. I knew you could do it. Go on, wipe your cock on its face.”
After he did that, Sir Jace asked.
“So how did it feel? Did you like pissing down my faggot’s throat?”
“I did. Your faggot has a great mouth, Jace.”
“Yes, it does. Open up, faggot, my turn.”
Sir Jace used my throat as he always did in the morning, it’s become routine, like brushing his teeth every morning.
Sir Jace and Jared brushed their teeth side by side by the sink before making out again and taking it into the shower. I was sure Sir Jace would fuck Jared again in that shower, but that was none of my business, so I left them and went to make batter for pancakes.
Sir Jace and Jared could hardly keep their hands off each other as they sat down for breakfast. Jared sitting on Sir Jace’s lap eventually, and my Sir rubbing his hands up and down Jared’s smooth torso, kissing the back of his neck. It was evident my Sir was smitten with his new boy toy.
Sir Jace carried Jared in his arms back into the bedroom while I cleaned up after them in the kitchen. I heard the bed pounding against the wall, and Jared crying out, “Oh fuck me with that big dick, Jace! Give it to me good! Fuck yes!”
I imagined my Sir plowing Jared from behind with his wondrous snake, and pangs of jealousy began to creep into my mind. I began to say aloud, “I’m Sir Jace’s faggot! I’m Sir Jace’s faggot! I’m Sir Jace’s faggot!” It was a necessary mantra to remind myself yet again, I had no right or claim to Sir Jace’s heart. My life’s priority was to serve him, expecting nothing in return.
“I’m cumming, Jace! Don’t stop! Ohhhhh, fuck! Oohhhhhh fuuuuccckkk!”, I overheard Jared cry out from the bedroom. Shortly thereafter Sir’s familiar orgasm grunt followed. Then the bed stopped rocking against the wall. I assumed they both fell back to sleep.
After starting the dishwasher and mopping the floor, I decided to keep myself busy by cleaning my bathroom. Being on the opposite side of the house was probably a good idea for now. I’d go look in on the lovebirds in an hour.
I took a toothbrush and Comet to the grout between the tiles. Busywork is what I needed, busy and still useful. Still now periodically saying aloud, “I’m Sir Jace’s faggot!”.
After an hour I went back to Sir’s bed chamber and took position back in the corner. No doubt after drinking two cups of coffee and orange juice he’d need to empty his bladder again.
I was right, only this time, I tasted Jared’s ass and Sir’s cum as his semi rolled onto my tongue. Sir drained his snake down my throat for a second time and it was nearing noon.
Sir Jace whispered to me, “let him sleep”, then reached into a dresser drawer to put on his black boxer briefs and pushed me along into the hallway and closed the door quietly.
Once the door was closed, he said, “what have you been doing all morning, faggot?”
“Sir, I cleaned the kitchen and then scrubbed the bathroom floor.”
Sir marched into the second bathroom and gazed down to the floor.
“Good job, faggot. You did such a great job cleaning up the front yard yesterday, today you can do the backyard”, then he smacked me on my bare ass.
“Thank you, Sir. Yes Sir.”
“Before you get going, bring me a sandwich and a beer. Worked up an appetite fucking Jared’s ass last night and then again this morning, hehe.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.”
I made Sir a ham and Swiss sandwich with mustard on rye bread and poured a cold Bud into a pint sized glass.
Then I put on some clothes and went outside to get started on the backyard.
I lost track of time but as I peered into the living room from outside, Jared appeared wearing only his briefs. Sir did not disturb me, he served Jared a drink and they cuddled by the sofa. Then, I saw Jared on his knees, it was obvious he was giving my Sir a blow job. I smirked because I knew from the night before that his head game was not stellar by any means.
Then Jared rose from his knees, Sir Jace walked over to the sliding glass door, naked, and yelled out to me, “Faggot, put that rake down and get in here!”
“Yes Sir!”
I threw the rake down and wiped my shoes outside before stepping inside the house.
“How may I be of service, Sir?”
“Show Jared how to suck my cock, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir.”
I knew he’d be asking me to do this eventually. He always does.
Sir Jace sat on the sofa with his legs spread and I knelt between them. Jared was on his knees, too, to my right.
I took Sir’s cock into my hand and guided it to my mouth. I opened wide and pressed my head forward. With several inches creeping into my throat, I took a deep breath through my nose and dove in, all of Sir’s inches swallowed.
“You see how my faggot does it, Jared. The trick is all in the breathing. Look how relaxed its throat is over my cock. Faggot, show Jared how you use your throat, no gagging, no hands.”
I began to move my head up and down Sir’s cock in deep strokes, just how he likes it, sloppy, wet. Continuously breathing through my nose.
Sir Jace pulled me off his cock.
“Your turn, Jared. Let’s see if you learned anything.”
Jared took Jace’s cock into his hand like a baton and placed it into his mouth, moving down several inches like I did. Then he mimicked me by taking a deep breath through his nose, and attempted to swallow the rest of it, but instead began gagging and pulled off.
“Try again, just relax.”
Jared tried again to swallow all of Sir’s eight plus inches but just couldn’t do it, likely he was not used to sucking such a thick and long cock.
“Faggot, again.”
I was able to do it easily. Jared was getting mad.
“I don’t think I could ever suck your dick like that, Jace. I’m sorry.”
“Not with that attitude, Jared. It’s ok. You just need to practice on something smaller.”
Sir Jace smacked the side of my head and pushed me off his dick.
Then he walked into the bedroom and had a shiny object in his hand.
As he got closer, I recognized it as the key to my cage!
“You remember when I said a faggot can be anything you want it to be. Today, you’re going to use it to practice sucking cock. Faggot, don’t you dare cum or I swear I’m going to break your balls! You hear me!”
“Yes Sir!”
I hadn’t had anyone suck my cock in over ten years. How would I manage not to cum immediately? I began to sweat.
“Sit up here faggot next to me. Jared you stay there and when I unlock its cock, you go ahead and suck on it. Work on your technique. My faggot’s cock is half the size as mine, but it’s good to start small and work your way up.”
Sir Jace pulled my cock out of the cage and I felt Jared’s warm mouth over it instantly. I closed my eyes as the blood rushed into my shaft and I hardened quickly. Jared swallowed my small 4.5” cock into his mouth wholly and began to bob his head up and down.
I felt like I was gonna cum quickly. My body began to tense. Sensing this, Sir Jace grabbed my balls and pulled on them, stopping the orgasm from happening.
“Keep going, Jared. You’re doing so well. You’re not gagging anymore. Try to use your throat. I know my faggot’s cock is slightly larger than a baby carrot, but long enough to get in your throat.”
Jared’s cock sucking was improving by the minute, and once again I was edging closer to a wild climax. Sir Jace punched me in the nuts and I groaned loudly. “Oh no you don’t, faggot. You’re not cumming today!”
Sir Jace encouraged Jared to continue sucking on my cock, torturing me. A third blunted orgasm with another punch in the balls.
“Enough, now let’s see if you can take my cock.”
Jared was anxious to get his mouth back on Sir’s cock again, and maybe it was his improved enthusiasm and motivation, but he almost did it. He swallowed at least seven of the eight and half inches before gagging and backing off.
“Better, much better. Maybe that’s enough for today, but now I gotta get off. Faggot, sit on the floor and put your head against the wall.”
I moved quickly to the wall and the back of my head rested on it. I opened my mouth and Sir Jace grabbed my wrists and pinned each one to the wall with his hands as his hips bucked and thrusted wildly, his cock deep in my throat. This was Sir Jace asserting his dominance and showing off in front of his new boyfriend as he nailed my throat until he grunted and shot his nut inside me.
“You see, Jared, a little more practice and I’ll be fucking your face before you know it. Faggot, let’s get that cage back on you and then you can go back outside and finish the backyard.”
My balls ached, both from the punching and the blue balls. I was taken to the edge three times, not able to get off, and now I was caged again, jockstrap back on.
“Jace, I gotta tell you, watching you fuck your faggots throat like that was like watching a porno. My dick is so hard right now.”
“You want to get off? Wanna use my faggot?”
“I do, yes, please. My balls are so full!”
“Mouth or ass?”
“Can I fuck your faggot, for real?”
“Yes, if you want to. Anything you want. How do you want it, on its back, on its knees, just name it.”
“On its knees, right here on the carpet.”
“You heard him faggot. Get on your knees!”
I took position and waited for Jared to spit on his hand to wet his cock and then he pushed forward.
“Oh wow, Jace, what a great hole! Haven’t topped a hole in some time, I’m gonna enjoy this.”
“Fuck him anyway you like. I’m glad you’re enjoying my faggot.”
Sir Jace fed me his cock again and made me nurse on it while his boyfriend fucked my chute. He gripped my waist and pistoned in and out. He was very hard and that mushroom head hit my p-spot over and over again. I stifled a moan over Sir’s cock in my mouth and felt my balls contracting as a puddle of cum formed on my jockstrap. Jared grunted that he was gonna blow and filled my hole with his sperm.
Sir Jace spun me around to clean off his boyfriend’s cock.
Then he spun me back around to him and pointed at my groin.
“What’s that, faggot?”
“My jockstrap, Sir.”
WHACK! WHACK!, right across the face.
“Did I not specially tell you that you weren’t to cum today, faggot?”
“Yes Sir!”
“What happens to faggots that don’t obey their orders, faggot? Tell Jared what happens!”
“They require correction, Sir!”
“Correct. Go get the riding crop from the chest! It’s unlocked.”
I scurried to retrieve the riding crop and handed it over to Sir Jace. Jared stood to the side, a grimace on his face as he watched the scene unfold before him.
“Stand up. Hands behind your back, faggot. Face me.”
Sir Jace took my balls into the palm of his hand and swatted them three times with the riding crop. I tried to pull away, Sir yanked on my nut sack to keep me in place.
“Don’t move faggot. Since you needed to bust your nuts so bad I’m gonna bust your nuts for you!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The leather made contact with my nuts harder and harder like Sir Jace was beating a horse.
“Whose faggot are you?”
“I am your faggot, Sir!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Again, louder, whose faggot are you?”
“I AM YOUR FAGGOT, SIR!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!”
“What happens to faggots that don’t follow orders, faggot?”
“They require correction, Sir!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“That’s correct. And did you disobey me? Were you a bad faggot today?”
I struggled I was in so much agony.
“Yes, Sir, I was a bad faggot today, Sir!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“And so you deserve to be punished? Right faggot?”
“Yes Sir, I deserve to be punished, Sir!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Jace, you’re hurting him, stop!”
“This doesn’t concern you, Jared. The faggot knew better and has to pay the consequences. If you don’t want to watch you can leave the room, but I’m not done teaching this faggot a lesson.”
Jared didn’t leave the room but didn’t say anything else.
“Now where was I?”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Whose faggot are you?”
“I’M YOUR FAGGOT. SIR!”
“And you disobeyed me, faggot? You didn’t follow my orders!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!WHACK! WHACK!
I was howling and tears ran down my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Please stop!”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!”
Then Sir tugged hard on my sack again, “LOOK AT ME, FAGGOT!”
I forced myself to look my King in his eyes.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“What do you have to say for yourself, faggot?”
“I’m so sorry, Sir. I will not disobey you again. I’m sorry, Sir!” I cried and lowered myself to kiss his feet. Thank you, Sir for correcting me. Thank you, Sir. I’m so sorry, Sir, my King”, and kissed his feet again, groveling for forgiveness.
“Enough! Go back into the yard now and finish your chores. I think we’re done here. I don’t think your balls will be working for you to even think about cumming again any time soon. I should cut them off!”
“Thank you, Sir.” I said as I hurried to dress again and finish up in the yard with busted balls. I hoped Sir wasn’t serious about cutting off my balls!
Through the glass door, I heard some elevated voices and each man pointing at me. And then Jared stormed off…
