My Sir was sleeping soundly next to me. He held me closely. I felt the scruff of his beard on my shoulder. His hand resting over my caged cock. His chest hair tickled my back. His morning erection fitting like a glove between my glutes. I could wake up like this every morning. I felt warm, safe, loved.
Normally, at this time I’d be on my knees awaiting Sir’s morning piss, but I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to disturb him. Nah, that’s a lie, I didn’t want the feelings I was experiencing to end. In fact, I wanted more. I licked my palm a few times and reached behind me to wet my Sir’s penis. I managed to give it an ample coating, quietly, gently. Then I pushed my hole over and down, taking a deep plunge swallowing my Sir’s cock entirely with my rectum. Yeah, now that was better, I loved my Sir so much I needed to have some of him inside my body.
I let my Sir’s hard dick sit inside me for a few moments before I slowly lifted my hips upward, and then downward. My balls were full as well, and fucking myself ever so slowly caused some major strings of clear precum to push out of them. I tasted extra bleachy that morning as I ate my own silky, sticky, emission.
My movements became instinctively more aggressive, and that’s when my Sir awoke. He chewed the skin on my shoulder as his hand moved from my cock to my waist and he began to pummel himself into me.
My Sir didn’t let up, his hands now reaching my pecs, his face buried in my neck. He kissed me, the coarseness of his beard bringing goosebumps to my skin. His fingers found my nipples and they began to twist and turn them like old fashioned radio dials.
“Ohhhhh Sir, please! You’re gonna make me cum, Sir.”
“Cum for me, baby. Go ahead, fuck your self back on my dick. Let me feel you cum while I play with your sweet tits.”
Just hearing my Sir call me, “baby”, brought me close to the edge. I squeezed my sphincter over my Sir’s more than ample eight and half inches and a pool of thick, white cum spilled on the sheet and down my cage.
My Sir took some in his fingers and used it to lube his cock and the rest I was made to eat as his hand stuffed my face. Now with an easier glide, my Sir brought himself to orgasm, dumping his load into me. Sir Jace didn’t pull out, he remained inside of me, still holding me close to him, his face back on my shoulder. It took a few minutes, but soon I felt my Sir’s hand across my stomach, and his piss began to flow inside me.
“I could feel my piss filling you up, fag…babe.”
“Yes Sir. I love when you fill me up, Sir.”
“Mmmmm, I love pissing inside your warm cummy hole.”
I squeezed my hole closed when the sensation stopped. I couldn’t help myself. I dismounted and my mouth found its way to my Sir’s softening cock. The bittersweet taste of my own ass juices mixed in with my Sir’s cum and my Sir’s piss. If someone could invent a lollipop with this burst of flavor, my own Sir’s unique essences, I would suck on it all day.
“Good Morning, fag…babe.”
That’s the second time he stopped himself from calling me faggot. What was that about?
“Good Morning, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to cum this morning, Sir. Thank you for allowing me the honor of your seed. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of your morning urine, Sir.”
I was nervous, and when I’m nervous sometimes I babble, this was most certainly the case.
“Hehe, you’re welcome. I know you can’t help yourself, you’re no different than most faggots, can’t never get enough dick.”
My Sir walked naked toward the bathroom and stopped.
“I wonder if my mother is already awake? Will you check on her while I shower, faggot?”
There it was, now that the morning haze had lifted, the line had once again been drawn. I guess emptying his balls and bladder cleared things up right quick, didn’t it?
“Oh, of course, Sir.” My brain needed just a second to click back into faggot mode.”
I put on some shorts to cover up and left my Sir to shower. Mrs. Robinson was in her nightgown sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in hand.
“Good Morning, Verna. Did you sleep well?”
“I did. Your mattress is wonderful. Hey, turn around for a minute so I can see you.”
I turned to face My Sir’s mother.
“What on earth has my son done to you? I noticed that collar around your neck yesterday but didn’t want to say anything, don’t you think that tattoo on your chest is a bit much?”
“Verna, I’m in love with your son, I’m in deep. I’m also proud to be with your son. This tattoo is just one of many ways to express my devotion and commitment to your son. I’m sorry if it offends you.”
“No, I’m sorry. I suppose in my day you wouldn’t see that sort of thing. I just need to get with the times I suppose. I’m not judging, I’m not offended, just shocked and surprised. It’s not everyday you see a bare-chested man advertising himself as your son’s “faggot”. I’ll get over it, suit yourself.”
“Thank you. Maybe I should put a shirt on and I’ll be right back.”
I walked into Sir’s room to get one of his t-shirts when he walked out of the shower with a towel around his waist. I had to stop in my tracks. Seeing him like that was so sexy. His bulge looked so tempting under that towel. Man, his chiseled chest, those arms, I couldn’t believe I was wrapped in those very same arms just an hour ago, taking his load.
“Hey, faggot, eyes up here! You just had my dick up your ass. Come on, faggot, I know I got you hooked on it, but you gotta save some for later.”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. Serving you, all of you, my King, is all I ever think about. Nothing in my life is more important, Sir”
Sir Jace dismissed my declaration and asked, “Did my mother see that tattoo on your chest? Is that why you came back here?”
“Yes Sir. I didn’t even think about covering it up because I’m always shirtless in your house, Sir. I’m sorry, but actually I’m not sorry because I wouldn’t have been able to see you in your towel, Sir.”
“Everything to you is a joke! I’m not pleased that my mother had to see you like that. Put a shirt on and then make us breakfast. I see if I let my guard down even a little you don’t know how to act proper!”
My Sir’s hand swiped at the side of my face, stinging my right cheek. I suppose I deserved that. I was acting too cocky for my own good. I took that slap in stride.
“Yes Sir. I’ll get started right away, Sir.”
I returned to the kitchen in a less playful mood and started to dice some ham and shred some cheese for an omelette and made some home fries while Sir Jace sat and talked with his mother.
“Jason, dear, I can cut the tension in this room with a knife. What’s going on between the two of you. I don’t like to see the two of you fighting.”
“Mother, there is no “two of us”. Richard is my servant. I just needed to remind him, that’s all. Richard is not my friend. Do you understand that mother?”
“No, I don’t actually. Jason, I don’t like interfering in your life, but I’m going to. Wake up! You have too much pride and a big ego. You get in your own way. Stop being so uptight and let your heart go. You’re not getting any younger and neither am I. This could be your one chance at true love, and you’re too foolish to see it. I thought you were smarter than that, Jason!”
My Sir listened intently to his mother. There was an uncomfortable pause between them. Luckily for me, I had something to do. I had two fry pans going at the same time to get those omelets cooked and they were none to happy to keep their mouths busy by eating their breakfasts.
After I cleared away the dishes, my Sir was ready to talk.
“Mother, don’t you think I’ve been trying to find a partner all these years? Someone to share my life with? Maybe even share a child with? That just hasn’t worked out for me. I never thought Richard, my servant, alright I’ll just say it, my faggot, would be that guy.”
“Richard was under your nose and waiting patiently, hoping you would one day, love him the way he loves you.”
“Did it tell you that?”, still using an “it” pronoun in reference to me.
“Yes son, Richard did tell me that, but even if he didn’t, it couldn’t be more obvious. I’ve been here only 24 hours and I could see what you refuse to see.”
“It’s not as easy as you think, mother. I think I need to talk to my buddy, Eddie. He’s always given me great advice, and he also has a servant, so he’ll know what I’m going through.”
“If that’s what you need to do, go on and do it.”
“Ok. Mother, why don’t you get dressed so we can do something today.”
“Richard, honey, would you like to join us?”
“No, that’s ok, Verna. I think you should have some quality time alone with your son. I have things to do here anyway.”
“That’s right mother, Richard has plenty to do right here. This house doesn’t take care of itself.”
With that, Verna went to get herself cleaned up and dressed for a day out with her son.
In the meantime, once she was out of sight and hearing range, my Sir really lit into me.
“I should beat the shit out of you right now, faggot. I know you’re the one who invited my mother here! I know you put her up to this bullshit! You think because you have a college degree you’re smarter than me? Well, you’re not, faggot! Once my mother leaves, I’m gonna take you down a peg or two! All the lies you been gettin’ away with! I won’t have a lying faggot living in my house! Yes, I’m gonna talk to Eddie, but it’s not at all what you think. I’m gonna trade you out for Jimmy! I can’t trust you. You went behind my back and conspired with my own mother. What kind of desperate faggot are you?”
I froze. I never saw my Sir so angry with me. I couldn’t cry, that would upset him even more.
“Yes Sir”, was all I could say.
“Oh, so you finally admit you lied to me?”
“Yes Sir!”
“You’re admitting that you conspired with my mother, faggot!”
“Yes Sir!”
“You’re admitting you’re a desperate faggot?”
“Yes Sir! But I love you, Sir! I did it all because I love you, Sir!”
SMACK!, right across the face.
“You confused your devotion to me with love you dumb faggot. You think about that while I spend the day with my mother.”
Even with all of that, I was still convinced there was a hint of love for me under that facade. Maybe I was in denial, or just wanting to see what I wanted to see. I refused to take his threat of trading me out for Jimmy seriously.
Sir Jace left with his mother and took my phone with him. I felt so alone. I looked for solace in my work, completing my chores, hoping if I did them right, if I did them well, Sir would certainly see my value.
Several hours later, the mother and son returned home and Verna decided it was time to head back to her home. She hugged me good-bye and left on her way leaving me in the house alone with my Sir.
“I’ll deal with you later, faggot. I’m gonna go see Eddie now. You might wanna pack your bags.”
Sir left, and I started to sob uncontrollably. Sir Jace was serious. He didn’t want me to be his faggot any longer.
