After Jared stormed out the door, I continued raking leaves, pulling weeds, and tidying up the backyard. Whatever words were exchanged by the two men were absolutely none of my concern as a faggot. However, I couldn’t help but think I would be to blame for their argument. I came in my jockstrap when Jared had fucked me. I was given specific instruction not to do so, and I was immediately corrected by Sir Jace busting my balls with a riding crop.
I could feel the tension build in my body as I finished my work in the yard, my ballsack still hurting from the severe thumping they endured only hours prior. Maybe this was because I could see Sir Jace drinking one beer after the other in his recliner, every so often glaring at me through the glass door with a menacing look that was beginning to scare me. I could see him thinking, cooking up some sort of scheme in that mastermind brain of his.
I slowed down my pace just to stay away from Sir Jace as long as possible. I thought maybe he’d go out or fall asleep. My delay tactics worked for only so long before I saw him rise from his throne, grab yet another beer, and open the sliding glass door.
“Faggot, get your ass in here now!”
Oh shit, this wasn’t good. I could tell by his tone. The plan was getting ready to hatch.
“Yes Sir”, I responded. I put down the garden shovel and walked towards him.
Sir Jace pushed me inside and I fell to the floor on my butt.
“Open your mouth, faggot. I need to piss!”
He sure did. All that beer had to go somewhere and it was going in me. It tasted rancid, the smell was overpowering my nostrils, my eyes began to water. Yet, I let the strong flow of acrid yellow urine drop down my gullet willingly, because my Sir asked this of me, and I desperately wanted to please him. Every action I take is all about pleasing him, my King.
Sir began to mumble while he pissed in my mouth.
“Who the fuck does he think he is? He don’t know nothin’ bout faggots! Gotta keep them in check. Fuckin Eddie, what he think in’ setting me up anyway?”
When Sir finished pissing, he was so infuriated he smacked me right across the face and I fell to the carpet.
“Fucking faggot! Make me something to eat!”
I realized in that moment Sir Jace slapped me to vent his anger, he needed an outlet, and that was me. Believe it or not, I was alright with this brutality. I was being useful, I was serving a purpose for my Sir. I’d let him do it again if he needed to, but he just sat on his throne watching basketball. I knew there was much more coming, there was no way he was done making me pay for what happened with Jared. A mere slap was way too easy.
I made him a chicken salad sandwich with some of the leftover chicken from the other night and brought it over to him, fully expecting his fury to manifest in some form or fashion.
“Anything else, Sir?”
“Anything else, Sir?”…he was drunk and mimicked me. “You know I’m getting sick and tired of looking at you today. I’m gonna make you pay for what you did, fffaaafffaagggot!” He was very drunk now, and slurring his words.
Sir Jace rose up from his throne and stumbled into the kitchen opening cabinet doors and throwing things until he found what he was looking for, a bag of rice. He ripped it open and poured some on the tile.
“Get in here, faggot!”
“Yes Sir.”
“Kneel!”, he yelled pointing to the pile of rice spread on the floor.
“Sir, please. I think you are drunk. Let me put you to bed, Sir, please!”
“Ffffffaafffaaaaggots don’t think, they do whatever the ffffuuck I tell it to do! Kneel or I’ll rip your balls off, fffaaafffaaaaggot!”
I knew he would rip my balls off, he was mad like a bull and disobeying him in this state, arguing with him, would not benefit me at all. In defeat, I took to my knees as they made contact with the hard, uncooked rice, and I was very uncomfortable, in an ultimate act of submission.
“Thank you, Sir for letting me kneel in this rice, Sir.”, I said in an attempt to feed his ego and show respect.
He wasn’t in the mood for that.
“Hannnds behind yourrr hhhhead, fffaaggot, and not another word out of youuuu!”
I took position, clasping my hands behind my head. Then he attempted another hard face slap but missed. Instead he kicked me square in the balls even though I had the cage on, it hurt like hell.
Then Sir Jace spit in my face and walked away. I heard his limp body slam into his throne.
My knees were in agony, and if I moved there were just more rice grains, there was no relief. I wondered how Sir Jace got this idea to make me kneel in uncooked rice? After 30 minutes of my hands clasped over my head, my arms began to ache. When I heard Sir Jace snoring, I began to panic. How long would I need to stay like this? I did not consider moving, fearing something worse if I did.
After even more time, my knees began to buckle and I slouched to take some of the pressure off them. My arms were too sore to move. And the worst part was I had to piss in the worst way. Sir was still asleep.
I had no other option, I pissed in my jock, naturally, it soaked into the rice and puddled on the floor around me. I began to tear up and cry. I knew I was gonna get it. When my Sir is angry, he’s unforgiving.
I heard Sir stirring, so I took to my knees again. I didn’t want to risk him seeing me slouched. I heard footsteps come toward me. I guess a few hours of sleep sobered him up because he was moving quickly.
“What the fuck did you do, faggot? Clean this mess up!”
I sobbed, “Yes Sir”.
I slowly began to get up to grab paper towels.
WHACK! Another full faced slap across the cheek, this time he didn’t miss.
“What are you doing, faggot! Use your mouth and keep those hands behind your head!”
I lowered myself, opened my mouth and began to eat the moistened, piss-soaked rice. Sir Jace pushed the back of my head into the mess, some piss-soaked rice sticking to my face. Sir Jace stood there for a few minutes to watch me humiliate myself eating this mush from the kitchen floor. Satisfied I wouldn’t cheat, he walked away and left me alone to continue without his oversight. I cleaned up this gross mess with my tongue, my mouth, a sticky mess all over my face. In some twisted way, I was turned on by knowing I was completing a task assigned to me. I felt an odd sense of accomplishment that I’d done as I was told.
“I’m going out, faggot! Keep yourself busy! I’ll know if you don’t. Lights out at 10!”
When the door closed I sobbed like a child. I finally stood up and saw my knees were full of indentations from the rice grains. Then I washed my hands and face in the kitchen sink, and properly cleaned the floor. I read the Declaration I’d written that was hanging on the kitchen wall. Those were my words, my commitment, my purpose. I internalized them, then I began to recite these words…
“I’m Sir’s faggot! I belong to King Jace!”, “I’m a faggot, Sir Jace’s faggot!”
I repeated them over and over, even while vacuuming the carpet, cleaning the toilets, dusting the furniture, washing Sir’s linens, etc., until it was 10pm. I showered and remembered Jace said he’d “know if I wasn’t keeping busy”, while he was gone. Did Sir Jace have cameras in the house to spy on me? Eventually, I fell asleep in a fresh jock and lost consciousness.
It was probably 1am when I heard uproarious laughter coming from the living room. Sir was with someone, the other laugh and voice sounding so familiar. It was Collins, his straight friend I’d sucked off not too long ago.
My eyes were wide open now. I dared not move. I heard Sir Jace say,
“And I stood there and watched my faggot eat the rice soaked in his own piss!”, and he laughed.
“That’s disgusting, Jace!l”, and he was laughing, too. “Why’d you make it do that?”
“I don’t know…My faggot was the reason why Jared left me and I wanted to hurt it. Make it suffer. I saw some movie a long time ago where the prisoners of war were forced to kneel in rice and it looked painful. I didn’t think I’d fall asleep for so long. My fucking faggot got what he deserved. If it hadn’t cum when I told it not to, none of this would have happened and I’d probably be fucking Jared right now!”
“I’m sorry, Jace. Never imagined having a faggot around the house would interfere with your love life. Ever consider giving it up? I’m sure Eddie would gladly take it off your hands. He’s always bragged about how talented your faggot’s holes were when he used them, before he took Jimmy in.”
My heart stopped beating overhearing this exchange. What the hell was Collins saying?
“No way I’m giving up my faggot for anyone. Look around my house, Collins. My faggot pays for this house. My faggot cleans my house, does laundry, cooks for me. You think I wanna do that shit for myself? No fucking way! Do I get sick and tired of seeing it grovel at my feet everyday? Sure, I do. Sometimes I can’t even stand being in the same room with it, but Eddie is right about one thing, my faggot is the best cocksucker in this city. I ain’t never giving that up. You’d said yourself you never had a chick suck your dick like my faggot, Collins. The benefits of keeping a faggot are far greater than not having one at all.”
My heart resumed beating. I wanted to go out there and kiss Sir’s feet, do something, anything to pay my respects to my King., but I didn’t want Sir to know I overheard them. That wouldn’t be good. A good faggot is to be invisible.
“Yes, I do remember that blow job. It was great, Jace.”
“You want me to wake my faggot up? You want it to get you off? I do need to take a leak and I don’t feel like using the toilet.”
“Only if you’re gonna wake it up anyway, otherwise I’m good.”
“Collins, the great thing about owning a faggot is that you can use it whenever you need it, day or night and keep it away when you don’t want to look at it. I’ll be right back. Help yourself to a smoke or a beer.”
I closed my eyes to fake sleep as I heard Sir Jace’s lumbering footsteps draw closer.
Sir Jace shook my shoulders, “Wake up, faggot! I need to piss!”
I opened my eyes and saw him standing over the bed, my leash in his hand, his cock already out of his jeans. I immediately became dicknotized just by seeing it. I knelt to the ground, this time on soft carpet which felt better on my knees and took Sir’s cock into my mouth. He held the back of my head over his cock and let it rip. It tasted just as bitter as the last one, maybe even worse. I was just happy to feel Sir’s cock down my throat again. I never tired of that.
When he finished pissing, he said, “Brush your teeth, faggot. Collins don’t need your piss breath on his cock.”
When I came out of the bathroom, Sir was there with my leash in his hands. He clipped the leash to my collar.
“On your hands and knees, faggot. Crawl like the maggot you are!”
“Yes Sir!”
Sir walked me into the living room and Collins laughed.
“You put your faggot on a leash? That’s funny, Jace.”
“Look at my faggot closely, Collins. Does it look like it should be walking like a man, like us?”
“Well, no, I guess I can see your point. Your faggot does not look or act like a man at all.”
“Exactly my point. I made it brush its teeth so you wouldn’t have its piss breath over your cock.”
“I appreciate that, bro.”
“You want me to leave you alone with my faggot for some privacy? I can go into my bedroom, or maybe I’ll go into its bedroom and have a look around. You never know what I might find in there.”
“If you don’t mind, that would be great. You’re a real good buddy, Jace. Offering your faggot’s mouth is really kind of you.”
“Enjoy yourself.” Sir Jace unclipped my leash and commanded, “Go on faggot, suck my buddy’s cock. No teeth or I knock them out of your mouth!” Then he walked into my room.
Sir Jace was still unhappy, and since he had an audience, was showboating his dominance.
I was on my hands and knees waiting for Collins to provide instruction or make a move. He stood up and pushed his gray sweatpants and black briefs down to his ankles. His Big Black Dick was in his hand and he whistled to me like a dog.
“Here boy, come suck my dick like a good faggot.”
I tried not to be too distracted, I could hear Sir Jace pulling out my dresser drawers and emptying them onto the floor. He’d soon learn I was not hiding anything from him, nothing at all…but I did have a small stack of cash under the mattress that I had been slowly saving up as an emergency fund. Surely he would understand that.
I crawled up to Collins’s huge cock and raised my head to lick the tip, which had a clear pearl of his semen for me to taste. Then I rubbed that beautiful mushroom head around my lips like chapstick. I remembered Collins possessed an impressive cock, it would be a deep throat challenge. I opened my mouth wide and took the plunge taking his cock all the way down to the base.
“Ohhhh fuck!”, Collins cried out. I knew I had him where I wanted him now.
I held his cock in my throat and waited for it to relax. Excessive drool dripped down my chin. I formed a tight suction with my lips and lifted upward until I was right back at the tip, swirling my tongue around in circles, then flicking it up and down, up and down. Playing with it before going all the way down again, feeling his thick wild bush in my nose and his balls against my chin. Copious clear throat juice escaping out anyplace unsealed as I continued to fag out on this thick joystick.
Collins seemed much more relaxed about me blowing him this time. He lasted much longer. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before his need to seed would win out. He placed both hands on each side of my head and began to thrust, cranking up his intensity and speed. I felt his cock thicken even more. He was close. He was standing on his toes, his body full-flexed as he drilled his cock into my mouth like a spear until he roared aloud, “ooohhhhh fuck, ooooooo man. Oooohhh my God! Oooohhhh fuuuuuck, take my nut, faggot!”
My face was flooded with straight man seed, there was so much it ran down my face. I gobbled it up as much as I could do. Collins fell back onto his heels and pulled his cock back. Then he walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Probably the post-orgasm shame a lot of straight men experience.
Sir Jace appeared while I was still on my knees, some cum on my face.
“Looks like you got a mouthful there, faggot.”
Then he pulled out a wad of cash from behind his back.
“What the hell is this? What are you up to, faggot?”
I wiped the cum from my lip off with my fingers, then replied, “I’m so sorry, Sir. I can explain! It’s nothing really. It’s just some money I saved to buy you something nice. I swear!”
“I’m not sure I believe that, but you won’t have to buy me anything. I’m just gonna keep this and I’ll buy myself something nice with it, don’t you worry. Go back to your room and clean it up. I’m gonna have to put another camera in your room, obviously the one I have in there didn’t pick this up.”
Sir noticed my response when he mentioned the camera.
“That’s right, faggot. I’ve got cameras in every room in this house. I can watch you from my phone, and now you’ve given me a great reason to do it. Go back to your room right now and clean up your mess!”
Collins came up from the bathroom looking a little off.
“You alright, Collins?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good bro. It’s getting late though, it’s almost 3am and I gotta get home to my girl. Thanks for hanging out tonight, buddy.”
Sir Jace walked him out and then came back to the bedroom where I was busy cleaning up the mess he made.
I tried not to pay attention to him, but he didn’t leave. In fact his hand moved over his crotch and he began to rub it.
“Show me your ass, faggot.”
“Yes Sir.”
I stood up and bent over. Since I’m always in a jock, it was easy to show off my ass at any time.
“Spread ‘em, faggot!”
I reached behind me and pulled my cheeks apart.
I heard my Sir spit on his hand and the sound of his moist hand wanking his cock. He spit two more times and did the same. Now it sounded much wetter.
“Hands on your ankles, faggot!”
Sir Jace saddled up to me and shoved his cock right up my ass. Then he gave my right cheek a good hard smack and began to ram inside me, battering my insides.
“Whose faggot are you?”
“I’m your faggot, Sir!”
A hard smack on the ass, “Again, louder!”
“I’M YOUR FAGGOT, SIR, MY KING!”
“Like you mean it, loud and proud, faggot!”
“I’M YOUR FAGGOT, SIR! I BELONG TO YOU, MY KING!”
He had me repeat it over and over again, I screamed this same mantra repeatedly and loudly until Sir basted my insides with his bull Alpha juice, creaming deep up my hole.
Then Sir pulled his cock out, and left me there, his seed dripping down my taint and down my balls.
