I left Sir Jace and Jared and went back home. Of course, I kept myself busy with household chores until 10pm and went to sleep. I hadn’t forgotten that Sir Jace had installed cameras throughout the house to keep tabs on me. Not that he needed them. I truly find engaging in household chores therapeutic. There is an internal zen within me that brings me a sense of calmness, stability, and purpose.
When I did nod off to sleep for the night, I fully expected my Sir to spend the night with Jared. I even set my alarm clock for thirty minutes later thinking I would have a morning off from my usual morning routine.
Well, we all know what they say about assumptions, and I sure was an ass that morning in more ways than one. I was startled out of my sleep when I heard my Sir calling for me early in the morning.
“Faggot! Faggot! Where are you? Wake up!”
I jumped to attention, not even enough time to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I literally ran to Sir’s bedside.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I thought you would be spending the night with Mr. Jared. How can I help you, Sir?”
“Don’t be foolish, faggot. You think Jared is gonna make my breakfast, iron my clothes, bag my lunch, drink my piss? And why would I spend the night there when I have the best mattress money can buy?Stop thinking. Always know I will wake up in my own bed. Do you understand me, faggot?”
“Of course, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I should not have assumed that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have. I’m gonna give you a pass since you made such a great dinner last night. Now, I gotta piss so open your mouth.”
“Yes Sir”
I’d taken the same piss drinking position which I’d done for months now and our ritual had commenced and ceased as normal. That said, there was something different about my Sir’s cock this morning. It was semi-hard. Usually, it presented flaccid most mornings.
When I completed drinking his acrid treat, Sir Jace hadn’t pulled out as he normally would do. Instead, his cock remained lodged in my throat, and he began to thrust inside it, holding the back of my head and my chin in place. A slow face fuck ensued. Within just seconds, my Sir’s big dick was as hard as stone, and once it had reached full mast, began pummeling my throat.
“Is this what you need, faggot? My big dick down your throat?”
“Yeth Thir”, I said with a mouth full of dick”
“Yeah, I know you do, faggot. You can’t help it, I got you addicted to my cock. It’s not your fault. Show me how much you need my big dick, faggot. Swallow it, show my cock the respect it deserves. Suck me like your life depends on it.”
Well, given that servicing my Sir’s cock is the primary reason for my existence, it wasn’t difficult to accept the challenge. I swallowed his fuck stick entirely. I moaned over that fat cock then released it. I began to suck on it with a ferocious intensity, eager, hungry, intent to show my Sir exactly that my life did depend on it. It’s a deep-rooted need, an unbreakable bond between faggot and its Alpha’s cock. Sucking on it gave me sustenance, life, affirmation, validation.
“Ohhh, shit, faggot! You haven’t sucked on my dick like this in a long time. This is why I’m never giving you up. Jared can’t suck dick for shit. Damn, fuck… so fucking good!”
I proved my value, my worth, my usefulness, in those minutes of authentic and genuine cock worship. Jared may be pretty to look at and maybe even be a good lay, but an Alpha like my Sir Jace, my King, he has primal needs to dominate, to overtly express his superiority that only a real faggot like me could ever understand. Sometimes an Alpha male needs to fuck hard, not an equal, but someone clearly inferior. That morning, I sensed this need, the pheromones were like an aphrodisiac to me, the musky sweat of a man in heat, needing to empty his balls.
Sir Jace skull fucked me until I was out of breath and nearly passed out. My eyes were bloodshot, wet, tearing. I had throat goo dripping down my chin, the sides of my mouth, the gurgling sounds of a throat being utterly battered filled the room.
I thought my Sir would allow me the privilege of swallowing his elixir, but he pulled out suddenly.
“Oh man, faggot, that was so good. You’re really on your game this morning. I could fuck that throat forever, but let me get in that ass, faggot. I need to get my dick up in there!”
I jumped onto Sir’s bed and presented my ass while on my knees, my face in the mattress. Sir’s cock was dripping, all of my throat messed his precum made for a perfect lube. In one swift stroke, my Sir’s masterpiece was buried inside my ass sleeve. I never felt so alive.
“Go ahead, faggot, fuck yourself on my big dick. Let me see those cheeks bounce!”
My Sir was horny as fuck that morning. I squeezed my sphincter down and jiggled my ass as I glided up and back on that dick. Sir Jace swatted my ass a few times along the way.
Sir aggressively gripped my waist, his fingernails dug into my skin. It was time for him to assert himself, to bless me with his seed. Sir was digging into my rectum hard and deep, grunting, sweating, chasing after his orgasm, my body just his his hole, a means to an end.
“Arrrrggghhhh, grrrrrrr, ooohhhhhh ffffuuuuuccccckkkk!”, Sir roared as I felt his essence empty inside me. The act was completed, my Alpha bred me, his faggot.
I felt whole.
Sir Jace pulled his cock out and I dutifully licked and sucked until every morsel of him vanished inside of me.
My Sir, my King, tapped me on the back of the head, dismissing me. I was left to serve him in non-sexual ways tending to his coffee, fetching the paper, making breakfast, setting out his ironed clothes. I did all these things with a piece of my Sir buried inside me. I felt lighter, at peace, no Jared coming between us.
After Sir left for the day, I went to shower, shave my head, face, chest, pits, pubes, balls, arms, legs, etc., always smooth as a baby’s butt the way Sir prefers, of course, I wondered if my Sir had experienced the same satisfaction sexing with Jared? It felt to me like my Sir needed a release he could only achieve with me. Maybe that is a narrative I was just creating in my faggot head.
It felt like the morning had flown by at work. Having my Sir’s DNA implanted in me did my body a world of good. I was hyper productive. There was no chance my boss, Mr. Malone, would be complaining about a lack of productivity.
My Sir texted me after 3pm that he was heading to our local gay bar with Eddie, Collins, and Jared. He mentioned that Jimmy, Eddie’s new faggot, my former friend, would be there and expected me to be there, too.
About an hour later, Mr. Malone called me into his office to inform me I would need to work overtime as he needed my assistance to prepare a report for a Board presentation the following day.
I had no choice but to text Sir Jace about this. In all of my years in my job, I’ve only had to work overtime five times. This was a rare occurrence.
I immediately texted my Sir.
“Sir, I’m very sorry. Mr. Malone asked me to work late tonight. He has a presentation for the Board tomorrow.”
“I will take care of it, faggot. You leave Mr. Malone to me.”
“Yes Sir.”
Nearly 20 minutes later, I hear familiar footsteps heading in my direction. I could identify Sir Jace’s gait a mile away. My Sir walked right by my desk tight down the corridor and opened Mr. Malone’s office door.
Four minutes later, Mr. Malone’s office door opened and Sir Jace stepped back out, closing the door behind him. He reached into his pocket, on his hand, my leash. Sir Jace clipped it onto my collar and said, “Let’s go, faggot”.
We stepped into the elevator and he said, “your boss is a very weak man. Give me a month, he’ll see he’s a faggot just like you. I’m embarrassed for him. Pathetic fucker!”
“Yes Sir.”
We walked through the city streets with me in tow. I admired my view from behind. I wanted to scream aloud that my body had been blessed by Sir Jace’s spunk just that morning. I wanted to brag about it, but I didn’t. Instead I walked through the streets upright, shoulders back, chest out, proud to be tethered to my King.
We walked into the bar, Sir pointed to the ground and I crawled behind him. My hands and knees now shuffling through the grimy floor.
Sir stopped walking and I stopped slithering when we came to a 4-top table. At my level, I only saw Jimmy, who was also on a leash, Eddie’s.
“Hi Jimmy, how’s it going?”
“Hi, Jimmy stopped using my given name a few weeks ago, now I’m called faggot just like you.”
“How do you feel about that? It takes some getting used to, at least it did for me.”
“Yes, it feels like Jimmy is my dead name. It also feels like coming out all over again. As more people begin to learn of my name and pronoun change. I was a Zoom calm at work and changed my pronouns to “it/its” and then I got called into my boss’s office.”
“Did you tell your family yet?”
“No, not yet. But I will soon. Master Eddie hasn’t said anything about getting a tattoo like you have just yet. Tomorrow, we’re going to get me a collar.”
“That’s so exciting. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, so I’ve heard your Sir has a boyfriend now, how’s that going?”
“It’s been a challenge, I won’t lie. I know my Sir fucks Mr. Jared, but this morning he fucked me long and hard. Mr. Jared can’t suck dick like I can!”
“Come on, nobody sucks dick like you can. Even Master Eddie talks about your throat”, Jimmy said excitedly.
“Hey, hey, what are you faggots carrying on about down there?”
“Sorry, Master”, Jimmy said.
Just then, Sir Jace tugged on my leash and said, “Come with me, I need to take a leak.”
Crawling on the bar floor was sticky and gross, crawling on the bathroom floor was worse. I was sure I’d be disinfecting myself as soon as I got home. Sir made me rise to my knees between the urinals, and I swallowed his golden nectar just like the porcelain latrines hanging on the wall on either side of me.
A man came into the men’s room as Sir was emptying the beer from his bladder and saddles up to the urinal to my left.
“Hey, how’s it going Jace? Haven’t seen you here in a while”, then I heard the man’s streak begin to flow and land on the urinal cake. “Rumor has it you’re dating Jared. You know he used to out with Roger. I don’t think they left on good terms…something about a gambling addiction of something like that.”
“Thanks for the heads-up, Carl. I don’t believe a thing Roger says. You know he’s got his own shit.”
“Well, I’m just sayin’, take it for what it’s worth.”
Sir Jace wiped his cock on my cheek and then zipped up.
“Have a good one, Carl”, he said dismissively. Then he went to wash his hands and led me back out to his table.
When we came back to the group, Jimmy was standing, drinking a beer at Eddie’s side.
“Hey Jace, these two faggots were whispering about something down there. Probably best we keep them upright so we can keep a close eye on them. Don’t need them to be conspiring or some shit.”
“Sure, hey faggot, stand up and we’ll get you a cosmo.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
We heard the men talk about their jobs and sports, as men do. Then the conversation turned to sex. Colins talked about how his girl can’t give head for shit, Eddie said Jimmy wasn’t that much better, Jared said he never knew what good head was until I blew him last night. Sir Jace laughed and said, “I’m sorry for you guys, I guess I can’t complain. My faggot rules when it comes to giving a man head. All of you know what I mean.”
Jimmy shot me a look of disapproval, I guess I could understand that given his Master openly complained about him.
“You’re a lucky man, Jace”, Eddie chimed in, “you got a faggot and a boyfriend, you’re getting more ass than anyone I know.”
“Hey, don’t be jealous. You can have the same, too.”, my Sir said.
“Hey Jace, can I borrow your faggot? I gotta take a piss so badly.”, Mr. Jared said.
“Yes, sure.” Sir Jace handed Jared my leash and I was taken into the toilets. As I was draining Mr. Jared’s snake, Jared pulled out his cell phone because it was ringing. It sounded like he was talking to a bookie.
“Yes, put $50 on #4 in the second race, $100 on the #2/3 exacta in race 5, and another $100 to win on #7 in race 9”. Yes, I know I still owe you $1500 from last week. Yes, I’m good for it. Yes, I’m working on it. Yeah ok. Yeah, I understand.”
Mr. Jared pulled up his pants and said nothing. He took me to the sink and washed his hands, “you wash your hands too, faggot. You think I wanna touch a dirty faggot? And by the way, whatever it is that you think you heard, it was nothing. Faggots are best off seen, not heard. You understand me? You think Jace is gonna believe a low life faggot over a real man?”
I washed my hands and we walked back to our table. I don’t know what it was that I overheard, but it didn’t sound good at all. Why was Jared threatening me? I guess this evening didn’t go as I thought it would. I thought maybe it would have ended up with the four men having their way with me and Jimmy, but now sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I stayed quiet for the rest of the night as Jared glared at me from across the table.
I became fidgety, nervous, anxious.
“What’s gotten into you, faggot?”, Sir Jace asked. “I’m tryna have a nice night out with my boys. Drink your cosmo and calm down.”
Jared shot me a death stare. I took a big swig and did my best to ride out the night.
Collins left first as he said his girl would be putting out an APB if he didn’t get home soon. Eddie and his faggot left next. It was a work night and Eddie said something about wanting to “fuck his faggot before going to bed”, which left just the three of us.
Sir Jace paid our tab and we walked back to our place. I walked behind the two of them, leashed of course.
When we arrived home, I stripped down to my jock and buzzed around the house tending to things that I didn’t get to because we were out. Jared and my Sir sat on the sofa, a little drunk, making out.
As I was watching them, I became enraged. I knew I had to say something, to protect my Sir, and risk everything. I would die on the sword for my Sir. He is my everything.
Jared slipped away to the toilet and that’s when I made my move. I ran over to my Sir, took to my knees.
“Sir, Sir, there’s something I need to tell you!”
“What’s going on with you, faggot? You haven’t been acting right ever since I let Jared take you to the bathroom.”
“Sir, yes, that’s right. I overheard him talking in the phone. It sounded like he was placing bets with a bookie and he owes money. Then he threatened me. He said you’d never believe me because I’m a faggot and he’s a man. I’m sorry, Sir, had to tell you! Please, I’m not lying, Sir.”
Sir patted my head and said,”No, I don’t think you’re lying to me. You’re a good faggot, and you did the right thing. I’ll take care of this. Go to your room now. Best for you not to be here right now.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”
I did go to my bedroom, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to hear everything. I know faggots have no business meddling in mens’ affairs, but I felt this was a good occasion to take the risk.
I heard Jared come back to the sofa and sit down next to my Sir.
“Hey, where’s your faggot, Jace?”
“Why does it matter, Jared? We’re alone now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yeah, I was just wondering that’s all.”
“Do you think I’m dumb, Jared?”
“What? Why are you asking me that?”
“Answer the question. Do you think I’m dumb?”
“No, of course not.”
“I think you do. You know, you really had me, Jared. I was really falling for you. I ran into my buddy Carter today. You know what he said? Have a guess?”
“I don’t know, Jace. You’re acting so weird. Can’t we just make out like we were? You’re being a buzz kill.”
“Oh no, I’m not gonna make out with you, but I am gonna get you to talk. Why did you and Roger break up? How come you never told me you two dated?”
“Jace, Roger and I broke up a few months ago, we just weren’t right for each other. What does this have to do with anything?”
“Liar! Who were you in the phone with when you took my faggot to the toilet?”
“Jace, what did your faggot tell you? You know it’s always been jealous of me! You can’t believe anything a faggot says! I wasn’t on the phone with anyone!”
“Oh really? Then let me see your phone, Jared? If my faggot is lying, then you have nothing to hide.”
“Come on, Jace! I don’t need to do that. You should know me by now. I like you, I really do. I don’t have to show you my phone to prove my innocence.”
“You think my faggot is a liar? My faggot is loyal to me. That faggot worships the ground I walk on. It might be just a faggot to you, but it’s my faggot. My faggot doesn’t make shit up. Either have over your phone or get out!”
“Ok, ok, you win, Jace! Yes, Roger and I broke up because I stole money from him. I have a gambling problem, ok! I owe my bookie over twenty thousand dollars!”
“So what? You thought you’d swindle money from me to pay it off? Is that what you thought?”
“Well…ummm…”
“So what was all of this? Some kind of game to you? Did you ever really like me?”
“No, no, I didn’t like you at all. I mean, this whole thing with owning a faggot is fucking nuts! There, now you know the truth. I was desperate looking for someone who would give me the money to pay off my bookie. You were an easy mark. I knew if I started hanging out with Eddie, he’d set me up with you and eventually I’d get some money from you.”
“Get the fuck out of my house you bastard! Get out or I’m gonna beat the shit out of you!”
I heard a door open and slam shut. My heart was racing listening to all of this. I ran to my bed and pretended I was asleep. I didn’t want to be caught listening to them.
Moments later, my door opened.
“It’s ok faggot. I know you were listening by the door. You don’t think I don’t know you by now?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault, faggot. I guess ever since Bryan left me, I was desperate for love. Jared was right about one thing, I was vulnerable, an easy mark.”
“Sir, please forgive me for overstepping. Jared was an asshole. You deserve better. You are a hard-working, honest man with integrity, and I think you’re the most sexy man on the planet. I’m proud to be your faggot, Sir.”
“Thank you. Do you mind if I sleep here with you tonight?”
“No, of course not, Sir. You’re always welcome in my bed, Sir.”
My Sir stripped off his clothes and joined me in bed. He wrapped me close, my back to his chest, his cock resting in my crack. He stoked my chest until we both fell asleep.
