I held my breath when I pressed the speakerphone button
“Hello Sir”
“Hello faggot.”
There were moments of silence.
“Ummm, Sir, did you need something?”
“Yes…just give me a second. I want to say something to you.”
“Yes Sir”
“I’m sorry. I may have overreacted.”
“No Sir. I’m sorry. I lied to you. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, no you should not have lied to me.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“There’s something else, faggot. I know why you lied to me.”
“You do, Sir?”
“Yes, of course, I know you better than you know yourself. Hell, I’m the one who made you the faggot you are!”
“Sir, what does this mean?”
“I’m trying to say it, faggot. Stop interrupting me. I need you. I’ll just say it already, ok, I have feelings for you, too.”
My eyes began tearing up. I didn’t say anything, I was choked up.
“So, Eddie is already bringing your things back home. That faggot Jimmy is worthless, he isn’t you.”
“Oh my God, Sir, I’m so happy right now I could hug you!”
“Ok, ok, calm down, faggot. So come home after work and we’ll talk more. I want to take things slow with you. You did lie to me, and I need some time to trust you again.”
“Yes Sir! I promise, I’ll be the best faggot ever!”
“We’ll see about that. See you tonight, faggot.”
My entire disposition changed. I felt lighter, this was turning onto the best day ever.
The rest of the work day seemed to go by at a snail’s pace, but when it hit 5pm, I bolted out the door to race back home to my Sir.
I had to knock on the door as I no longer had the key.
When my Sir answered the door, he swooped me into his arms and bear-hugged me. It was the most affectionate hug he ever gave me.
“Oh Sir, I’m so glad to be home. I never thought I’d be in your house again.”, and I started to cry again.
My Sir wiped my tears away with his fingers and put his finger on my lips.
“Shhhhhh, shhhh, I got you, babe. You’re home, you’re with me, it’s ok.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Sir lead me to his throne and sat me on his lap. He stroked my back.
“I think we need to talk about this. I’ve been giving it some thought.”
“Yes Sir…”
“I think in order for us to work as a couple, I’m going to need you to come out of faggot mode sometimes. I mean, I know you are a faggot, and I’m glad you are mine, but there are times when I want to call you Richard, and I’ll want you to call me Jace, like a normal couple.”
“Yes Sir”
“No, no, I’m going to tell you when you call me Sir, and when you’re gonna call me Jace, ok? You can call me Jace right now. When I put your collar on, you call me Sir. This way you’ll know how to behave. Can you do that, Richard?”
“Yes, yes, Jace!”
“But even when you’re in boyfriend mode, there are things I hope will continue either way.”
“Like what, Jace?”
“Well, I do like how you drink my morning piss. That faggot Jimmy gagged and spat, it was horrible. I like how you cook me breakfast and iron my clothes for work, and make my lunch. You are so much better than me at these things. You are such a great cook, but I can help you clean up sometimes. You clean my clothes better than a laundromat. Maybe we could get a housekeeper to keep up with the cleaning. You do a lot around here.”
“Jace, I enjoy doing all those things for you…for us. It makes me so happy to know you don’t have to worry about these things. You have an important job, you work so hard, it’s the least I can do.”
“If you say so. And there’s one more thing, Richard.”
“What is that?”
“Whether you’re my faggot or my boyfriend, you really do have the best mouth in this city. I’ll never get tired of how you suck my dick.”
“Oh Jace, you have no idea how much I love to suck your dick. I think about your dick at least six times a day!”
“Of course you do, you can’t help it. That’s who you are, the way I made you.”
Jace leaned his lips into mine and we broke into a passionate kiss. My body tingled all over and I had butterflies in my stomach.
I broke our kiss.
“Sir, I mean Jace, that’s going to take some time to get used to, ummm, but what about that tattoo on my chest.”
“I already spoke to Collins. We’re drawing up a design to cover up the words that we want covered up. You’re still my faggot, so that part will stay on your chest.”
“Yes, I’m proud to be your faggot, Sir!”
Jace kisses me again.
“I’m so sorry I was such a fool. How about I take you out to dinner. I real date, as equals. No leash, no collar, just you and me.”
“I would love that.”
“Good, let’s get ready. You can borrow one of my shirts.”
“Thank you, Sir…I’m sorry, I mean, thank you, Jace.”
“No need to thank me, you are not in faggot mode now.”
Jace and I held hands as we walked down to the Bustro around the corner. The host found as a table for two by the window. It was a new feeling to walk beside my man, not behind my man I was grinning from ear to ear.
We sat at a table and Jace ordered us an expensive bottle of red. He poured us a glass each and we toasted.
“To us!”, we knocked glasses and laughed.
I took Jace’s hands in mine.
“Jace, you are the sexiest man on the planet. I never get tired of looking at you. I respect you so much. I’m so glad and appreciative that you are giving us a chance to be together. Thank you. I’ve never been so happy.”
“You’re making me blush, Richard.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to do that. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”
We ate dinner and continued talking.
“Hey, do you wanna grab a nightcap at the bar as my boyfriend?”
“Of course, but won’t it feel weird for everyone to see me groping you all night as your boyfriend?”
“I don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks. You know that.”
“Ok, let’s do it then!”
Jace threw down his credit card and treated me to dinner.
I held onto his arm as we walked down the street to our local gay bar.
Eddie was there with his faggot, Jimmy. Jimmy was beside him on his haunches.
“Hey buddy, how’s it hangin’”, Jace asked Eddie.
“Hey Jace. All good here. You two lovebirds out on the town tonight?”
“Yes, we are, Eddie. Thanks for not being an asshole about everything.”
“Jace, you’re my best friend. All I want is for you to be happy. If being with that faggot makes you happy, I’m all for it.”
“Eddie, he’s Richard tonight. Now when we get home, that’s another story, hehehe.”
I felt badly for Jimmy left out of the conversation. He was like a bottom dweller. Jace could see my eyes gazing downward.
“Richard, tonight you are not my faggot. Jimmy is a faggot. He’s where he wants to be. I hope you are, too.”
“Yes, of course I am, Jace.”
I leaned in to kiss him again.
“Get a fucking room, boys!”, Eddie declared.
“Oh, believe me, Eddie, we will!”
“Yeah, my faggot Jimmy’s hole was so tight when I fucked him after work today. I thought for sure you were gonna open him up last night. You’re always telling me he has such a great ass. Probably been a minute since you emptied those balls, am I right, Jace.
“Yeah, I got blue balls, but I’m gonna take care of that tonight. I wasn’t ‘bout to fuck him last night. I was missing Richard, too much. It wouldn’t have felt right.”
“Well, I didn’t fuck your boy either”, Eddie said. “But, I did make him blow me. I had to use the best mouth in the city, as you always call it.”
“And, did you enjoy it?”
“Of course I did, even if his heart wasn’t really into it. That boy hanging all over you tonight was missing you. He did take my 11” dick down his throat, but he really wasn’t engaged.”
“I’m sorry, Master Eddie. I should have tried harder.”, I said.
“Awww, you really missed me, didn’t you, Richard? That’s sweet. And Eddie, I can’t believe you made my Richard suck your big dick on its first night in with you. I thought you were better than that!”
“Don’t blame me, Jace. I had the best mouth in the city all alone. What did you expect me to do?”
“Yeah, I get it.”, Jace slapped me on the back. “I made him this way. All those years of practice, lol. It’s my own fault.” I wanted to tell Jace how Eddie pissed on my face just that morning, but didn’t want to ruin the mood, so I let it go.
We three men continued to drink beers while Jimmy remained silent below us. Seems so strange to call myself a man, but that night, I was.
“Hey Jace, I gotta go pee. All that wine and beer needs to go somewhere.”
“Richard, take Jimmy with you. He really needs the practice. I can’t wait for the day he can swallow my piss right from the tap without spilling or gagging. Maybe if he tried with your small dick you can train him into the cocksucking piss slut you are?”
“Yeah, ok, come on Jimmy. Can he just walk with me?”
“Yes, here is his leash.”
I connected the leash to Jimmy’s collar and he followed me to the men’s room.
This time it was Jimmy who squatted between the urinals, not me. I unzipped my jeans and pushed my cock through the zipper, I didn’t have any underwear that night.
It was the strangest feeling to have my unsheathed penis inside a wet mouth, but here we were. I closed my eyes and held my hands at the back of Jimmy’s head, and let her rip. Jimmy did his best to form a tight seal and swallow at regular intervals, but he failed less than half way through. I didn’t stop, my piss seemed endless as I plastered his shirt to his body, his face was covered with my yellow excrement, and he was spitting and agitated.
“Jimmy, what the fuck man, what’s going on?”
“What’s going on? I’m drinking your piss! I shouldn’t have to drink the piss of a fellow faggot! It’s insulting!”
“Jimmy, I’m not a faggot tonight. Tonight, I’m just one of the guys. Eddie is gonna beat you for this.”
“You’re not fooling anyone, Richard. You’re a faggot posing as a man!”
I clipped the unruly faggot’s leash to his neck and walked him behind me, tuning out his bullshit rant.
“Jimmy? What the fuck happened ? You’re drenched and smell like a urinal cake?”
“Eddie, he’s not going to tell you.” I said.
“Well then you tell me.”
I was very uncomfortable to rat out my friend like that.
“Richard”, Jace said, “faggots should always do as they’re told. Jimmy should have known better, tell Eddie what happened.”
“Ok, Jimmy took my cock in his mouth and when I started pissing, he couldn’t keep up and I drenched his clothes. He said he shouldn’t have to drink my piss because I’m a faggot, too.”
“You did the right thing by telling me, Richard. And you should know this, Jimmy is not “he” or “him”, don’t ever call it that. I’ll definitely be correcting this insolence when we get home!”
I thought I saw Jimmy’s body shudder below me, under his stinky piss-soaked shirt. I had a feeling Jimmy was going to have a rough night.
“Don’t feel guilty, Richard, Jace said. Jimmy knew better.”
We finished our beers and each parted ways for our respective homes. Eddie was pushing and slapping Jimmy, he was very drunk as they walked out of our line of sight.
Jace took my hand and walked me home.
“Wait here”, he said.
Jace had in his hands two items, my collar and my cage.
“Take off your shirt for me, please.”
I did.
Jace placed the collar around my neck and locked it.
“Pull down your pants, faggot.”
“Yes Sir”
Sir put my balls thought the cocking, wet my cock with his spit and placed it in the black sheath, then locked it. He slipped both sets of keys into his pocket.
“How does that feel, faggot?”
“It feels perfect, Sir!”
“Are you my faggot?”
“Yes, yes Sir!”
“Again!”
“I am your faggot, Sir!”
“I didn’t hear you?”
“I AM YOUR FAGGOT, SIR!”
“Much better! And who is your King?”
“You are, Sir. You are my King, Sir!
“That’s right I am!”
“And who’s the best cocksucker in this city, faggot?”
“I am Sir!”
“That’s right, good faggot. Who’s gonna suck my big dick, faggot?
“I am, Sir! Your faggot and loyal subject, Sir!”
“You’re my cocksucking faggot? Is that who you are?”, Sir Jace waving his hard cock in my face, taunting me.
“Yes Sir, I am your cocksucking faggot, Sir!”
Sir rubbed his hard cock across my lips and my cheek. He slapped me with it across the face a few times. It felt so heavy, so full.
“You gonna deep throat my big dick in your cocksucking mouth, faggot?”
“Yes, please Sir! Can I have your hard dick in my mouth, Sir?”
“Only because you asked me so nicely. Open your mouth, faggot. Let me in that wonderful throat!”
I never wanted my Sir’s cock so badly in my entire life. The build up ever since that phone call was unbearable.
I opened wide and opened big. My Sir gripped the sides of my head and began to thrust his big stick in and out of my mouth. Immediately, my chin was slick with throat mess.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, I missed your throat so much, faggot. Fuck yeah, a million dollar throat.”
“Mmmmmmm mmmmmm”, I moaned over my Sir, my King’s inches.
My Sir let go of my head and placed his arms behind his head and looked down at me while I locked eyes with him. He nodded his head in approval as I took his cock all the way down my willing throat, showing him just how desperate I was to have it. I was fagging out on it big time, thoroughly enjoying the sensations of a hard, meaty, throbbing cock in my throat.
Sir pulled it out of my mouth, leaving me desperate to lunge back onto it.
“Not yet…faggot! Look at me! Look at me while I slap your face with my big Black dick. You like my big dick, don’t you, faggot? Go ahead, kiss the tip, kiss my dick.”
I planted my lips right on the tip of my Sir’s clear pearl of cum as it costed my them.
“Open up, I’m gonna give you my nut. You earned it, baby. I’m gonna flood that throat. You ready for it, babe?”
“Uhhh huh, yeth Thir”, I groaned.
My Sir held my head still in his large, strong hands, like a basketball, and simply skull fucked me, using my face as his pleasure hole.
“Ohhhhh fuck, yeah. Ohhhh man, ohhhhhh baby, here it fucking cums. Just for you, JUST. FOR. YOU! Uuuuggghhhh ooohhhhhhhh fuck yeah, swallow my nut, ohhhhhh man!”
I gobbled up that load vigorously. It tasted different somehow, like there was love mixed into it.
My Sir lifted me up by my arms and began to kiss me again, tasting his own load from my lips, using his finger to push the cum that had dribbled down my face back inside for both um of us to snowball. It has erotic, so hot.
“Mmmmm, that was something special, but I got more for you, baby. Let’s go to bed.”
I helped my Sir out of his clothes and he chased me playfully back to his bedroom.
My Sir gently laid me down on my back and climbed above me, kissing my face, moving his scruffy beard down my neck, kissing and pressing his lips downward to my nipples, chewing and biting them, making me crazy. Then he continued his downward journey kissing down to my navel, using his tongue to swipe it, then he lifted my legs up and pressed his face in between my ass cheeks. That talented tongue pressed against the sensitive folds of skin around my hole. My own caged cock began to leak. I know I would have come in an instant otherwise. I was glad to keep this going. My Sir used his tongue and lips to rim me, his grunts reverberated throughout my body, I groaned like a cheap whore, I never felt so good before, so free.
Sir lifted his face up, his beard was covered in his own saliva, he was a mess.
Sir crawled upward toward me, holding my legs spread apart, and his hard cock found its way inside my very moist and sloppy hole, and we made out, his tongue taking up space in my mouth.
My Sir slowly moved his hips back and forth, I could feel the heat of his hardon pushing and pressing inside of me. I moaned over his tongue, expressing my ecstasy. My Sir placed my ankles over his broad shoulders, opening my hole for him to go even deeper, and he began to thrust inside of me harder.
“I want you to cum for me baby. I want you to feel as good as I’m feeling. Show me, cum for me.”
“Ohhh Sir, keep fucking me like that, harder, a little faster.”
I’d never instructed my Sir in bed before, it felt so strange, but yet so right.
“Ohhhh, yes! Please! Oh fuck Sir. You’re gonna make me cum! My pussy feels so good, Sir! Ohhhh fuck!”
My body jerked and convulsed as my little load spilled out of my black Cobra cage. My Sir bent down and placed his mouth over it and then we snowballed my load together.
My Sir flipped me onto my stomach and mounted me from behind. I held onto his wrists as he fucked me push-up style, driving his ass back all the way and drilling back inside.
I felt his body tense as I squeezed my sphincter tightly.
“Uhhhhhh fuuuccckk, gonna fill that pussy up, baby. Ohhhhhhhh ffuuuucccckkkk, yeesssss!”
My Sir’s sweaty body fell onto mine. I could feel his heart beating hard and fast on my back, his labored breathing.
My Sir reached around and grabbed me in a bear hug and then flipped me on my side, his cock still inside me.
“Welcome home, faggot. This is where you belong, with me. Let’s get some sleep.”
My Sir caressed my chest until we both fell asleep together.
There’s no place like home.
