I fell asleep that night contented that my Sir, my King, had blessed my innards with his Alpha seed. It had been some time since he last bred me. That said, I knew he was still quite upset with me. It was due to my inability to control my orgasm that Jared was now out of the picture.
It was now Monday morning, and it was business as usual. I awoke early, brought in the newspaper, started the coffee pot, drank Sir’s urine, cooked his breakfast and prepared his lunch, ironed his work clothes, cleaned the kitchen before seeing to my own hygienic and personal needs and off to work I went knowing my Sir was collecting my salary.
My knees were still somewhat scarred from kneeling in rice for nearly three hours and my balls still ached from the riding crop. Physically, I was not at my best. It was not easy to focus on my work after the physical stresses from the weekend.
It’s a fair statement to say my work performance has suffered recently. I’m so preoccupied by my Sir, thinking about him, his needs, keeping him happy and satisfied that my job has taken a secondary priority.
When my boss, Mr. Malone, called me into his office I almost crapped my pants. In the six years I’ve been working there, he has only called me into his office for my annual review, and that wasn’t happening until September. I sat across from him at the table in his office.
“Richard, any guesses as to why I’ve called you into my office?”
“No Mr. Malone, I don’t.”
“Richard, you’ve been working here for quite awhile and you’ve always been a great employee, but recently we’ve seen things slack off. Your productivity is down, and we’ve received some complaints from other colleagues that are offended by your collar and that charm hanging from it. Some even said you’ve screamed from your cubicle about being a “faggot”, or something like that.”
“Yes, that’s correct, I am a proud faggot, Mr. Malone. That’s not a secret.”
“Richard, we really value you here, but in order for you to stay working here we’re going to have to see some significant improvement in your productivity. Surely, you understand, and, Richard, we cannot have you flaunting this in the office, it just isn’t appropriate”, he said pointing to my collar and FAGGOT charm.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Malone. This collar and FAGGOT charm around my neck represents who I am, my authentic self. I thought our office was inclusive, but I guess I was wrong. If my colleagues don’t like looking at it, they should just turn away, they don’t have to look at me.”
“I’ll have a chat with Human Resources about that, but Richard, I’m really concerned about you. Ever since you’ve come out as a “faggot”, as you call It, you’re different. I have to ask this, is this man, “Sir Jace”, I’ve head you call him, is he hurting you in any way? I see you’re walking rather slowly today? Is everything ok at home? Is this why your work is suffering? I don’t want to pry into your personal life, but I did want to let you know if you need to speak to someone, a counselor, or whatever, we can get you in touch with one.”
“I’m fine, Mr. Malone. I can spend a little less time thinking about my Sir and more time on my work, I will do better.”
“Thanks for coming in, Richard. Let’s see how things go and we’ll talk again in a few weeks, and remember my door is always open if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Mr. Malone.”
Oh Shit!, I thought to myself. This was not good. I just promised to do better and all afternoon I’m thinking about Sir Jace. He’s always said that from the moment I wake up until the moment I fall asleep, I should always be thinking about him. Now this has impacted my job.
When I walked in the house after work, I turned my phone over for daily inspection. Sir looked through my phone calls and texts, satisfied I’d not made a call or sent a text he then searched my browser history, which also turned up nothing. I never use my phone, only to communicate with my Sir. I don’t have any friends, I’ve been cutoff from everyone since I’ve been with Sir Jace permanently. He demands and expects all of my attention and time.
Sir set the phone down, I stripped down to my jock and brought him a beer and snack and then settled into making dinner. I was very quiet lost in my own head and not acting myself.
Sir called out to me from his throne, “everything alright with you, faggot? You seem off today.”
“Yes Sir.”, I said with a lack of confidence.
“Spill it, faggot. What’s going on?”
“I got called in to see Mr. Malone, my boss today. He said that I need to improve my performance, and then asked if everything was ok at home, and if you were hurting me in any way. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Why are you not doing your job, faggot?”
“Because I’m always thinking about servicing you, Sir, my King. You’re all I ever think about. I wish I didn’t have to work so I could spend every day and night with you or thinking about you, Sir.”
“Of course you think about me all the time. I am your number one priority, but that’s not going to happen, I can’t pay for this house on my own. You working is serving me, so you better get your shit together. Did you tell him I was hurting you, faggot?”
“No Sir, I did not.”
”Well , I’m going to take care of this. I’m going to see your boss tomorrow.”
“Sir, I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”
“Did I ask for your opinion, faggot? I said I will take care of it, and that’s final. Now, don’t you have a meal to cook?”
I dropped my head and said, “Yes Sir”, and continued prepping a beef stew.
As I was clearing off Sir’s dinner plate, his phone rang. I couldn’t see from my vantage point who was calling or hear who was speaking to, but he was very animated.
About 30 minutes later there was a knock on our door.
“Faggot, get the door!”
I ran over to open the door, and it was Jared.
“Is Sir expecting you?”, I asked.
“Yes”
“Let me check please.”
“Sir, Mr. Jared is here to see you?”
“Let him in, faggot.”
I let Jared into the house and the two went off to the kitchen table to talk. I concluded that it must have been Jared that called Sir Jace earlier. I made myself scarce by retreating to my bedroom, read my Declaration of Dependence and ironed some of Sir Jace’s clothes. I found ways to keep myself busy until 10pm. Sir would have expected me to make myself useful in some capacity until bedtime.
As I was turning off the iron and folding the ironing board, it was evident Sir Jace was fucking Jared in the living room. I heard them grunting and groaning. Looks like they patched things up. After each had a loud orgasm, I heard Sir Jace turn off the television and then his bedroom door closed.
In some way, I was pleased Sir Jace and Jared were together again. At least he wouldn’t blame me for their break up any more. On the other hand, that meant less intimate time with my Sir. I had a fitful sleep thinking about Sir talking to Mr. Malone and then about how Jared might impact my life, it was a lot to process.
In the morning, I focused on my morning tasks to keep my mind from wandering. I assumed my position in his bedroom to accept Sir’s morning urine. Jared was still under the covers when Sir awoke. It was just like every other morning, except there was another man in the house sleeping in my Sir’s bed, and stayed there while I fed my Sir his breakfast and prepared his lunch.
“I’m going to go to work with you this morning, faggot. Go get yourself dressed. Jared will let himself out when he wakes up.”
My Sir walked me on my leash to my office building 15 minutes away from our home. Usually the leash comes off when we get to the office, but not today. I was tethered to him in the elevator on the way to my floor. The looks of disapproval from my coworkers made my cock leak, it was a form of public humiliation I hadn’t experienced in a long time and I’d forgotten just how much it ignited my sexual desires.
“Where is your boss’s office, faggot?”
“It’s the second door on the left, Sir.”
We walked to Mr. Malone’s door and my Sir didn’t bother knocking. He walked right in with me on the other end of his leash like the family pet.
“How can I help you?”, a startled Mr. Malone said.
Sir Jace pointed to the door and I closed it.
“I understand you have some concerns about my faggot, is that right?”
“Yes, Richard and I spoke yesterday.”
“Here’s what I need you to know. My faggot is not removing its collar, understand me? I don’t give two fucks about what anybody thinks. Second, it’s nobody’s God damn business what happens in my home. Who the fuck do you think you are offering it counseling?” Sir Jace was raising his voice and took a fighting stance, intimidating my boss.
“I…I was just trying to help?”, he almost sounded scared.
“The only help my faggot needs it will get from me, understand?”
“Yes…Sir!”
“I’m glad we have an understanding. Now I will grant my faggot permission to think about me less during the work day. I think that’s a fair compromise where everybody wins, don’t you agree Melvin?”, my Sir calling my boss by his first name.
“Yes, thank you, Sir!”
I couldn’t believe Mr. Malone was referring to my Sir as “Sir”. But then again, my Sir has such a commanding presence, so there is a tendency for lesser men to acquiesce to his will.
Sir took my leash off and said. “Faggot, make me proud”, then he turned his head back toward Mr. Malone and said, “I don’t want to have to come back here again, Melvin!”
Sir Jace left and when I turned to look at Mr. Malone, he had wet his pants! My Sir scared the piss out of him. Mr.Malone said meekly, “nobody is to know about this, understand me, Richard. Luckily I keep a spare suit in my office closet.”
“No, Mr. Malone. Thank you. I’m going back to my desk now.”
It was very challenging for me not to think about my Sir, about Jared, but I wanted so desperately to make my Sir proud that I worked harder than I had in weeks. I wanted to turn this performance gap around for him, for my King.
By the time I was home from my work day, Jared was on his knees in between Sir Jace’s legs giving him head…still unable to swallow his meat entirely, but doing a much better job.
I left my phone on the table by the door, stripped off my clothes, and started prepping dinner for two.
“You’re doing much better, Jared. Open that throat up just a little more.”
Just then Jared started gagging something awful. Sir pushed him too far. I stifled a giggle as I chopped carrots.
“Faggot, get over here. I think Jared needs another lesson.”
“Yes Sir.”
I put down the knife and the carrot and replaced Jared in between Sir’s thighs. Jared’s expression was cross.
“Jared, babe, fix your face. Don’t be upset. You just need more practice. Don’t forget, my faggot’s been sucking my cock for years. It didn’t come this way when I first met it.”
I was tuning out this banter while I wrapped my faggot lips around my Sir’s cock. A small part of me enjoyed showing up Jared as the master cocksucker. I held Sir’s cock down my throat for almost a full minute before long dicking up and down his shaft. Yes, I was showing off.
“You see, babe, it comes natural after lots of practice. Look how easily my faggot swallows my dick. No hands, no teeth, no gagging. You’re gonna get it, you’re almost there.”
I knew I was close to making my Sir cum down my throat. I wanted to steal his load from Jared, so I upped my game, adding more suction and tongue, going just a little faster. My Sir exploded down my throat like a geyser and I slurped it up hungrily.
“God damn, that was good, faggot. Best cocksucker in this city!”
Jared looked at me with pure anger in his eyes as I accepted the compliment.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for honoring me with your essence, Sir”, I was really laying it on thick.
“That’s enough of your antics, faggot. Get your ass back in the kitchen before I swat it!”
Then Sir Jace tried to console Jared, “Come on, babe, don’t be mad. My faggot couldn’t help itself, the needy fucker got my load. I’ll have another one for you after dinner. I promise.”
Sir Jace grabbed his own nuts and said, “You know these balls are always full of jizz, especially for you.”
Jared ate it up. He smiled and my Sir kissed his forehead, and the light mood was restored.
I cooked a great meal for my Sir and his boyfriend and cleaned up after them. The two cozied up on the sofa. I saw my Sir’s arm around Jared’s shoulders and Jared’s hand resting in my Sir’s lap. The two were talking quietly, making out. They were definitely two lovebirds enjoying the newness of their reconciled relationship, but it was me who swallowed my Sir’s cum before dinner, I had the upper hand, for now.
As I was mopping the kitchen floor, I glanced back over to the living room and saw Jared riding Sir’s cock, their faces pressed together. I saw Sir’s balls jiggle as Jared rode him up and down, up and down. Sir’s hands resting on Jared’s waist. My victory, short-lived.
Resigned, I turned down Sir’s bed covers and fluffed the pillows and then retreated to my bedroom for the night. I tended to nightly chores silently and heard Jared crying out for my Sir to fuck him harder, to fuck him faster, then I heard them both howling loudly when they climaxed nearly at the same time. After a few minutes of silence, I heard Sir’s bedroom door close.
I laid in bed wondering if their relationship would continue and if so, would Sir Jace have a need to use my holes? Would I be just a household faggot to cook and clean for both of them? Would Sir Jace even want me around? Was it possible for Sir Jace to keep a faggot and have a boyfriend at the same time without him being jealous? I was already beyond jealous, but there was nothing I could do to express it without Sir disciplining me, and reminding me that faggots are unworthy of a real man’s love and passion. No, a faggot is like a pocket pussy, a fleshlight, that you use when you need it, and put away when you’re finished, a cum bucket, a piss bucket. Now I was questioning if this was good enough. Could I watch Sir Jace pour his attention to Jared. The man that I lust after, the man that I serve, the man that I love being with Jared the way I want to be with him. All of these thoughts kept me awake, my mind swirling. Abruptly, I opening my eyes and said aloud, “I am a faggot, Sir’s faggot, I live to serve and worship my King. This is my place, I am his holes, nothing more!” I had to stop myself from listening to my inner voices attempting to get me to entertain anything more.
