At some point in the middle of the night, my Sir’s cock hardened and slipped into my hole. Perhaps it needed a safe, warm space to hibernate. I adjusted my position so all eight and a half inches were buried inside me. Contented, I fell back to sleep, Sir Jace’s arm reflexively wrapped around me.
My Sir was so soundly sleeping as the sun was rising. I don’t think he realized his bladder was emptying inside me. I felt a warm sensation fill me, and a slight bloat. I’d grown accustom to this morning ritual of his bodily fluid into mine, but not like this, something about it felt so tender and natural. It was not our typical transactional exchange that occurred at first blush of daybreak.
With an ass full of body waste inside me, I managed to break free from my naked Sir to empty my bowels before soaking the sheets, and began my morning routine. After brushing my teeth, I did spend a couple of minutes staring at my Sir, my King, sleeping on my bed. The comforter only covering him from the waist down. He was now sleeping on his back, his arms clasped behind his head. What an image. That sculpted chest covered with thick dark curly hairs perfectly symmetrical on each pec, trailing downward towards rock hard abs, the hairs thicker, softer around his belly button. Dark thickets of lush hair under each armpit, those construction worker biceps popped. His thick, well manicured beard that he’d cultivated since his twenties. All on full display. A primal, Alpha, beast lying dormant. I wanted to kneel close to him so I could smell him. I was so aroused. I stopped myself and continued watching him. A tear fell down my cheek as I thought about my Sir’s chase for a partner, for love, and just how much Jared had hurt him.
I didn’t want my Sir to catch me staring at him. It always made him mad in the past. He would always say a second idle is a second wasted. What my Sir didn’t understand was those were and are not wasted seconds. Those were and are moments that reinforce my devotion to him. To want to serve him, to be the best faggot I can be, for him.
I was in the kitchen grinding the coffee beans when my Sir called out for me.
“Faggot! Faggot! Come here! I need you, faggot!
I ran to the other side of the house, to my bedroom.
“Yes Sir. I’m right here. Is everything alright?”
Sir pulled the comforter off completely and his cock was rock hard and pointing upward towards the ceiling.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, faggot, but look at this?”, he said pointing to his cock. “Do something about this, faggot. I’m so hard it hurts! What did you put in my dinner last night, viagra?”
“Sir, nothing. I promise you, I didn’t add a Viagra or anything else to your dinner.”
“Then why is my dick so hard?”
“Sir. I don’t know, but I do know your penis was in my bum last night while we slept and just an hour ago, you filled my butt with your urine, Sir. Maybe your penis needs to unload, Sir. Maybe that’s all it is?”
“Well then, get to it then. Sit on my dick.”
“Yes Sir. Right away, Sir. May I suck on it a little first?”
“Yes, yes, just do something and stop talking.”
Of course I leapt off my feet onto the bed and laid myself down between my Sir’s thighs and immediately lowered my mouth onto that diamond hard cock. I began to salivate all over it as I moved my face up and down, ensuring a thick coating. Sir hated any kind of artificial lube when it came to fucking. He always said why bother with it when he had a faggot who could produce his own.
“Alright faggot, it’s wet enough, get your ass on my dick!”
I faced my Sir as I lowered my hole over Mt. Jace. Once the ring of my ass had been penetrated, I held myself there for a moment to ride out the initial wave and then I slowly took in more inches. My Sir became impatient with me. With each of his hands on one shoulder he pushed me down forcefully until I bottomed out and my ass cheeks had made a connection with his balls.
“Oh fuck, faggot, your hole is so tight this morning. Take a deep breath and push out for me. Let me get in there good.”
I took a deep breath in and then another breath out, pushing my hole out and it seemed to loosen up a bit.
My Sir clasped his hands behind his head. I gripped his pecs for balance and began to move my pelvis upward and then downward. A slow, rhythmic dance with my hips, taking that lead pipe of a dick for a morning ride. I was doing my best not to cum, my balls were definitely rising and tightening.
“Ooohhhh faggot, that’s it ride my dick. Show me how much you like my big dick in your faggot pussy.”
My Sir calling me his faggot like that while I rode him only encouraged me to go harder on him. I thought I was going to explode! My eyes locked with my Sir’s, I can tell he knew I was gonna bust, and right when I was getting to that point of no return, his hand squeezed my balls and pulled them downward, hard. My poor cock ached in its cage, dying to harden and release.
“Oh no, faggot. I ruined your orgasm! Hehehe. I’ll let you cum, but only when I tell you. Understand me, faggot?”
“Ohhh Yes Sir! Oowwww!”, I cried as my nuts were squeezed.
“That’s a good faggot.”
I resumed riding my Sir’s big cock while he gripped my scrotum, his insurance I’d stay motivated to keep going until I got him off.
“Ohhhh fuck, faggot, you gonna make me cum up your ass. You my cum bucket faggot? Tell me you’re my cum bucket faggot!”
“I’m your cum bucket, faggot, Sir! My King!”
“Again, louder, whose faggot are you?”
“I’m your faggot, Sir! My King!”
“Fuck yeah, that’s right. I’m gonna seed my faggot’s ass! You gonna take your King’s load up your faggot ass?”
“Yes Sir! Bless me with your seed, Sir! Breed me, my King!”
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhhhh fuck, faggot, here it comes. Fucking take my fucking nut up that faggot hole!”
Sir Jace finally let go of my balls.
“Fucking cum for me, faggot! Cum while I breed that hole! Ohhh fuck!”
I fired a shot of cum that flew out of the cage right on Sir’s neck. Like a cannon, I shot another across his left pec, the third and fourth shots landed on his abs, and more dribbled down the side of the cage.
My Sir emptied his balls deep inside me, his faggot, while I had permission to empty my own. It was a rare occasion where I was allowed to. My head was spinning and I was dizzy for a moment. I dismounted, and quickly took his glistening dick into my mouth and licked off his spunk, licking down to his balls where some of his own cum had leaked. Then I swiped my tongue upward to lick off my cum from the pool that had formed around his hairy abs, then I went north to his pecs, my face now becoming sticky by my own ball juice, and then that splash on his neck.
I was taken by surprise when my Sir lifted my face from his neck and brought his lips onto mine. We snowballed my cum between us as the fireworks went off between us. In all the years I’d been serving Sir Jace, I’d never had the pleasure of making out with him. I was just his holes, an object, a sex doll. What the hell was going on?
The kiss lasted maybe 15-20 seconds and then it was if he caught himself and snapped back to reality.
He barked coldly, “Get off me, faggot. I gotta get ready for work!”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir.”
I was so confused. What happened? One minute my Sir kissed me hard and the next he was cross with me. I didn’t have time to dwell on it, I needed to get my ass in gear to make sure my Sir got to work on time. I made him a breakfast sandwich to go, and a thermos of coffee. Sir told me not to bother with lunch as he had a business meeting, and he left swiftly.
As I showered before work I thought maybe Sir was just rebounding from what happened with Jared. That’s probably all it was. I mean Sir Jace has been very clear with me that men can never be involved romantically since faggots are a subhuman species, unequal, objects, holes. But, that kiss, when our lips touched, that felt real to me. It lasted longer than a peck on the cheek.
I went off to work with my feelings twisted into knots. I wasn’t sure how to be in the same living space with Sir Jace after work? How would he behave? Angry and remorseful? Would he blame me for manipulating him somehow? So many thoughts racing through my brain it began to hurt so badly and my chest began to tighten. It felt like I was having an anxiety attack.
I went to see Mr. Malone who said I looked terrible. I told him I was feeling unwell and needed to lay down for a bit. He insisted I see a doctor. I refused. Mr. Malone said he’d be right back. Next thing I know Sir Jace is on Mr. Malone’s cell phone demanding I meet him at the urgent care clinic nearby the office. I agreed since my Sir ordered this of me.
Mr. Malones assistant, Marjorie, walked me to the clinic and made sure I was checked in. Moments later, Sir Jace ran into the waiting area with me, out of breath.
“It’s ok, ma’am, I can take care of my faggot from here.”
“What did you just call him, your what?”, Marjorie asked.
“It’s my faggot, my property. I said I’ll take care of it from here. You can go. Thanks for looking after him until I got here.”
Marjorie stared at Sir Jace, then looked at me.
“Richard, are you sure it’s safe to leave you with this man? I don’t like the way he talks to you.”
“Yes Marjorie”, I said as my chest tightened more. “Yes, this is my Sir, Sir Jace. I’ll be fine.”
“Well, let us know that you’re alright, Richard. Mr. Malone and I are very concerned.”
“Yes, I promise. Thanks for taking me here.”
Just as she was leaving, I was called to the Admissions desk. I began to walk there and Sir helped me as I was still clutching my chest.
Then we both sat down at the admissions desk.
“I’m sorry, are the two of you related?”, the nurse asked.
“No, no. It’s my faggot, but we’re not related.”
“You can’t be here, Sir. That is a HIPAA violation.”
“I don’t think you understand me, ma’am. It’s my right to know what’s going on with my faggot. I have its power of attorney. I’m its next of kin. My faggot has signed its medical rights over to me. You will direct all your questions to me.”
“Richard, are you comfortable with this?”
“Yes ma’am. This is my Sir and I am his faggot. I have signed a medical waiver of rights so my Sir can make decisions on my behalf and have full access to my medical history.”
“What seems to be the problem, Richard.”
“Richard is its legal name. Call it “faggot”. That’s the name he prefers. Isn’t that right, faggot?”
“Yes Sir”
“Ok then, what seems to be the problem, faggot?”
“I have terrible chest pains and a worse headache. My entire body is aching.”
“Let me get you back to an examination room. You can wait here, Sir.”
“No, I’m going with it. This faggot is my property!”
“Please, ma’am. It’s alright if my Sir is with me.”
“Fine, let’s go to room number 3.”
We walked into the examination room and my blood pressure was very high, as was my pulse.
The doctor came and checked my heart beat and decided to hook me up to an EKG.
“That’s an interesting tattoo you have there.”, the nurse said.
“Thank you”, Sir Jace said. “Always good to mark your property.”
The nurse made a face at Sir Jace, like a smirk.
After all the tests, the doctor said I was likely having an anxiety attack, sometimes known as a panic attack, and ruled out a heart attack.
When we got home, Sir Jace sat me then on the sofa. He took my hand in his, “faggot, you had me scared there for a minute. I’m so glad there was nothing serious, but I have to ask, what has you so anxious? What’s going on?”
“Sir…ummm, well…”
“Come on faggot, just say it.”
“Well, Sir, about that kiss this morning. I don’t know what that was about? I’m so confused. Sir, you said you could never be with a faggot.”
“I’m confused, too, faggot. I crossed the line with you last night. Faggots are not men, faggots serve men. Let’s just forget it ever happened. You’re my faggot and I’m your King. Understood?”
“Yes Sir, understood.”
“Now that we cleared that up, go order us some dinner. I’m giving you the night off, but you’re back on duty tomorrow.”
“Yes Sir!”
I ordered dinner, but stayed quiet throughout the night. I knew that kiss was real, it wasn’t nothing. I decided to play Sir’s game, to remain his obedient faggot, hoping one day, his true feelings will surface again. I will be patient
