After a rough night with little sleep due to a heavy mind, my alarm clock went off at 5:45am and I was full of dread. I had no motivation to get out of bed, only because I lacked the energy to move my body.
I reached to turn the alarm off and closed my eyes. I began to picture Sir Jace. Memories of how he had skull fucked me, dicked me down, urinated down my throat; picturing his body as he worked out in the gym, how he caused my boss to piss his pants, how he’d stood up to my mother recently. I could never imagine my life without him, without my Sir, my King.
All of this gave me a reason to get my ass out of bed. I needed to interact with my Sir, to see him, to feel him piss down my throat. So I brushed my teeth and started brewing coffee. Then I quietly opened his bedroom door and kneeled in my usual spot, motionless like a piece of furniture, in position to swallow the piss of this Alpha top. No doubt there would be tastes of ass and cum on my tongue as I went about my task.
It was 6:15, Sir Jace has an internal biological clock that wakes him up just around that time every morning. His eyes opened and spotted me. No acknowledgement of my presence, there rarely was. He sat up in bed and stretched his arms out wide. I made a mental video of this, all the muscles in his upper body on full naked display would be something I would recall throughout the day to keep me motivated. How lucky I am, privileged really, to witness this every morning.
Sir Jace lifted the comforter from his lower body, then his legs moved from the bed onto the floor. He sat. His semi-flaccid cock naturally hanging between his tree-trunk thighs. I was anxious, in anticipation of his rising from the bed, taking the few steps with his size 14 feet in my direction to relieve his bladder. This would be a service Jared would never provide to my Sir.
Nervous sweat came over me as my Sir lumbered in my direction. I opened my mouth wide, Sir placing his cock in his right hand and sticking it right in my mouth. Once it was mostly encased safely between my lips, the same hand pushed the back of my head forward, full-swallow of his morning shaft. My tongue tingled with the flavors of his nighttime conquest. I closed my eyes and when my Sir exhaled, his piss began to cascade inside of me, the transfer of his yellow bodily waste underway directly into mine, his faggot.
For me, this act is like drinking a morning coffee. It begins my day of service, a flavorful burst of acrid that provides me caffeine-like energy for the day. It pours heavily, streaming down my gullet, in my act of worship and respect for my Alpha, I drink it all, drinking from the fountain of virility right from the tap.
Sir’s flow ceases. He pushes my head off. His penis wet from the saliva in my mouth. His hand wrapped around it, the head rubbed all over my face and bald head in an attempt of drying it off and ridding itself of any urine residue.
No words exchanged between us, none are needed. Sir leaves me and steps into his bathroom. The door closes, I hear the sink running. I take that as my cue to start breakfast, get his lunch prepared, his clothes ironed. I’ve been Sir’s faggot long enough to ensure all his morning needs are met. No reason for him to feel dissatisfied with me, giving every reason for him to feel having me as his faggot is beneficial, that I add value to his life by my acts of service. A daily reinforcement. A quiet thought to myself that Jared would never be so meticulous, so attentive, so willing to do whatever it took to meet Sir’s specific needs.
Sir Jace joins me in the kitchen, sitting at the table, wearing only his black boxer briefs, sipping coffee and reading the paper. I don’t cook his eggs until he is seated. His eggs should be freshly prepared and hot. I fried up some ham and home fries as well.
A few minutes into his first bites, Jared stumbled out of his bedroom in his tighty-whitey briefs and one of Sir’s t-shirts that fit him like a mini-dress.
“Good morning, sleepy head”, Sir said and rubbed his boyfriend’s messy morning hair when Jared sat at the table.
“Did you sleep well, babe?”
A wide smile formed on Jared’s smug face., “Oh yes, I did, thanks to you, my sexy man., but you broke my back last night, you beast!”
“Would you like some breakfast?”
“Yeah, I could eat.”
“You know, you can ask my faggot for anything you want or anything you need. If we’re going to be spending more time together, you need to get used to that. While you’re in this house, my faggot can be your faggot, too. So ask it to make you breakfast.”
“Jace, that seems so weird to me. He’s your faggot, he doesn’t answer to me.”
“In my house, my faggot is your faggot, I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. That’s the way it is. I make the rules. I am King of this castle.”
Sir Jace kisses his head, “come on, babe, ask it to make you breakfast.”
“Hey…um…faggot, can you make me something to eat?”
“No, no, Jared. You don’t ask it to make you something to eat, you tell it to make you something to eat. It’s not a question. Try again.”
“Faggot, make me something to eat.”, Jared said, faking confidence in his command.
“Yes, Mr. Jared. What would you like?”
“I’ll have the same as Jace.”
“Sure, Mr. Jared.”
“You see, babe, that wasn’t so hard. You’ll get used to it. So you coming back tonight?”
“I could, or you can come to my place. You’ve not been to my place.”
“I’d love to see your place.”
“I should warn you though, I can’t cook for shit. We could take something in.”
“No, why should we take something in when we have a faggot right here who is an amazing cook. My faggot will be more than happy to make us something and bring it to us.”
“That could work. That sounds like a plan.”
“Hey, babe, you finish eating your breakfast. I need to get ready for work now. See you tonight, send me your address.”
He gave Jared a peck on his cheek before he left, leaving me with Jared. I was a little stressed because I needed to get myself ready for work, but didn’t want to have my Sir come home to a dirty kitchen.
“Faggot, can I ask you something?”
“Yes, Mr. Jared.”
“What is your name?”
“Mr. Jared, my name is faggot, my pronouns are it or its. Sir Jace would be very angry with me if you call me anything else, so please, it doesn’t matter what my name is.”
“Are you really happy being a faggot? I don’t get it, I got to be honest with you.”
“I am very happy. I feel my life is fulfilled by serving Sir Jace. He keeps me in line and out of trouble.”
“I’m sorry, I have so many questions about this. I’ve heard of Masters and Subs, but this dynamic between you two has really taken things to another level.”
“Mr. Jared, respectfully, I would love to answer all of your questions, but I do need to get to work. I don’t think Sir Jace would appreciate us having this discussion. You will need to ask him for permission first before I answer any questions. Are you trying to get me in trouble, Mr. Jared?”
“I’m sorry, no, I was just trying to understand this thing between the two of you a little more, I don’t want to get you in trouble. Also, I work from home so I guess I was being inconsiderate. Let me just get myself together and I’ll get out of your hair. Thank you for making us dinner tonight, by the way. “
“Thank you, Mr. Jared.”
I quickly cleaned up his dishes and made sure the kitchen was clean. I then went to shower, shave, etc. Jared was already gone when I left.
I was irritated that Jared began to ask me questions when we were left alone. I wondered what other things might happen with Jared that would fracture my servitude.. i wasn’t looking for interference, no obstacles to get in the way of my devotion to my King. I thought about informing Sir Jace about the line of questions I’d faced this morning, but I concluded it not be wise. Sir Jace would question my motives.
At some point in the afternoon, Sir texted me Jared’s home address. I suppose this meant I would not see him after work at home. He also told me to “make something nice”, to “make him proud”.
I went to the market after work and bought two Cornish hens. I was set to prepare scalloped potatoes and a mix of roasted vegetables to go along with the hen. I bought a bottle of white wine which I would chill, and for dessert planned to bake some brownies.
I packed up all of this food into a couple of insulated bags and needed an Uber to get to Jared’s apartment which was almost seven miles from our home.
When I knocked on the door, I heard Jared scream, “It’s open!”
And then when I walked in, they were like two teenagers fucking on the living room sofa, Jared’s legs resting on Sir’s shoulders. My presence did nothing to stop them from their love making. I snuck a glance at my Sir’s muscled ass flexing as he pumped his big dick into his lover.
I stripped down to my jock by the door, and then found the kitchen and made myself at home, doing what needed to be done to warm up food and find dishes. I was sure Sir Jace wouldn’t expect me to wear clothes, faggots do not wear clothes at home.
I heard Sir Jace’s familiar orgasm roar. It was a loud one, no doubt his climax was explosive. Jared was definitely gonna be leaking Sir’s swimmers all night. Sir’s balls carry a lot of baby batter.
I heard some mumbling from the living room and then Jared calling out for me.
“Faggot, come over here!”, and a giggle.
I dropped what I was doing.
“Yes, Mr. Jared.”
“Suck my dick. Jace says you’re the best cocksucker in the city, I want to see for myself.”
Sir was sitting next to Jared on the sofa, naked, his dick was hard, pink and red at the tip. He was packing maybe seven, I wouldn’t call it a pencil dick, a little thicker than that.
I knelt between his thighs and took him into my throat. Not even a small challenge. Sir and Jared were making out over me, Sir Jace twisting Jared’s nipple between his fingers.
I cupped Jared’s balls into my hand as I bobbed my head up and down, my lips wrapped softly around his turgid member. My tongue really working Jared’s flared cock head.
“Ohhh fuck, Jace, it’s mouth is so good. I’m gonna cum soon if it keeps this up.”
I definitely wanted Jared to cum for me because I was afraid dinner would get cold. I continued to work his fuck stick with my tongue, my mouth. Sir pushed my head down and told Jared. “Fuck it’s mouth. Feed it your load, babe.”
Jared bucked his hips upward into my mouth, Sir Jace fingered his hole, and that triggered an explosive orgasm, shots of cum filling my throat with his jism.
“Ohhhh fuuuucckkk, Jace, I needed that. Fuck, that’s a great mouth. Fuck!”
“I’m so glad you enjoyed it, babe. What’s better than unloading your balls before eating dinner?”
“Unloading your balls after dinner?”, Jared laughed.
“Come on, let’s at least put on some underwear while we eat dinner. Have some class, hehehehe”, Sir Jace joked.
My Alpha and his boyfriend were hungry and tore into those birds. I guess they worked up an appetite before dinner. After the brownies were served, their flirtations continued.
I cleaned up Jared’s kitchen. I assumed I would be dismissed and sent home.
The pair were speaking softly to one another. I couldn’t decipher their words. Next thing I know, Jared called for me again.
“Hey faggot, I need you.”
Jared’s cock was poking out of his briefs at the table, not as hard as it was before dinner, but getting there. He was sitting on Sir’s lap.
“Yes, Mr. Jared, what do you need?”
“I need you back on my dick. No rushed blow job this time. I want it wet and sloppy, take your time.”
Now I was becoming Jared’s cocksucker. Sir Jace looked at me, gauging my reaction to Jared’s command, looking for any sign of hesitation. My Sir need not worry, I’ve always been a cock slut, never refusing one presented to me. This one was practically gift wrapped. I was once again on my knees sucking off the same cock that fed me just over an hour earlier.
Sir Jace peeled off Jared’s briefs, and his own. Somehow, my Sir’s hardon was in my face, as I alternated sucking and stroking between both cocks.
Sir Jace lifted Jared’s body and dropped his ass right over his cock.
“Uuuggggh, uuuugghhh”, Jared cried out.
Sir Jace planted my head back down on Jared’s prick as held Jared’s torso from behind. In this position, I was able to taste my Sir’s balls, lifting Jared’s balls in my hand to steal some tongue swipes. I missed that cock so desperately. It had been two days since he dicked me down before bed, the night before reuniting with Jared.
Yes, I get to taste it every morning when I serve as Jace’s urinal, but it’s not the same as when I serve as his fleshlight or pocket pussy. Sucking on his nuts wasn’t coming close to what I needed. I wanted to push Jared off my Sir and take his place. I didn’t. I dutifully resumed sucking Jared’s cock, not nearly coming close to the majesty of my Sir’s. Jared could never be the Alpha my Sir is. It was turning into a resentful blowjob. My attitude seemed to change. I was more mechanical than lustful.
That didn’t go unnoticed by Jared or by Jace.
“What’s the matter, faggot?”, Jared asked.
I lifted my head up, “it’s nothing, Mr.Jared.”, and I placed his cock in back into my mouth.
Sir Jace wasn’t going to let me off the hook so easily. He pushed my head off Jared’s cock.
“What’s the problem, faggot? Don’t make me beat it out of you!”
“Sir, no, really, I’m good. I promise. There is no problem.”
With Sir’s cock still planted firmly up in Jared’s ass, his hand reached around and hit my cheek.
“Ok, ok, Sir. It’s just that seeing your cock in Mr. Jared’s ass makes me jealous.”
“Of course it does, faggot! My cock is like a magnet to every faggot on the planet. You can’t help it, I’ve dicked you down and spoiled you for any other dick. I’ll tell you what, I’ll fuck Jared now and I’ll make sure you get fucked, too, tomorrow. I know faggots have uncontrollable needs to get fucked. There’s more than enough of my dick to go around. Now be a good faggot and get my boyfriend’s cock back in your mouth!”
I wasn’t sure how Jared was gonna feel about this, but I felt renewed knowing I was gonna get some of my Sir’s cock soon. It was like my cocksucking was a token of appreciation to Jared for allowing me the honor of sharing my Sir’s cock with him. Not that he ever gave consent to Sir’s declaration of intent.
Jared’s head was on another planet with a big dick up his ass and my mouth on his cock, he’d probably agree to anything right then. Soon after, Sir was flooding Jared’s hole with another load and Jared, in return, fed my mouth a second load, just as intense as the first one, but definitely not the output. My Sir seems to cum more each time, but he’s a bull, sometimes filling me up two or three times a night before Jared came into our lives.
“Ok, faggot, you can leave now. Lights out at 10pm. Make yourself useful. You gotta earn this dick. Before you go, tell Jared who you belong to?”
“I’m your faggot, Sir!”
“That’s right, and who do you worship from the minute you wake up to the minute you fall asleep every single day?
“I worship you, Sir, my King!”
“That’s right, very good, now go.”
“Yes Sir, good night, Sir.”
That little exchange made me feel so good inside.i also felt relieved that my Sir, in some way, showed that he does care about me, and still wants to fuck me.
