The following morning, I slipped easily back into faggot mode. I eagerly enjoyed slurping down my Sir’s urine. Doing it as his boyfriend somehow made the usual bitter taste sweet. Typically, Sir would walk away after emptying his bladder so he could shower and get ready for work, but that’s not what happened.
I felt his cock growing and hardening, snaking its way down my throat passage.
“Ohhh that’s so nice. Look at me. I like to see your face when it’s full of my dick.”
I looked up at my beast, my hunk, my God. I smiled as best as I could with a mouth full of manmeat. I was so happy.
“I know I should be getting ready for work, but I just can’t dislodge my dick from your throat. It’s too good. I’ll make it quick, I promise.”
I nodded my consent. I knew what that meant. My man was gonna go hard. We moved as one toward the bedroom wall. My ass planted on the carpet, my naked back pressed against the wall, the back of my bald head, too. No where to run now, not that I wanted to.
My Sir pinned me to the wall with his cock, his palms splayed flat on the wall above me. Sir’s hips began to jut back and forward, back and forward in a wonderfully beautiful rhythm. I planted my hands on his firm hairy ass and felt those glutes flex as he truly used my mouth to get himself off, forcefully thrusting that hard monster of a dick down my gullet. A barrage of throat slime gushed down my face. I loved every second of it, I was exactly where I wanted to be, with my man’s manhood taking me to a new euphoria. I was so sexually charged, I shot a small nut when my Sir’s superior cock busted a load deep down my throat.
When his dick did fall out, a trail of cum smeared my chin. I left it there as a souvenir.
“Fuck, fuck! I could stay home all day and fuck you. I just want to be with you, but we gotta go to work.”
“Yes Sir, I’ll get your breakfast started. I’ll make you something to go.”
“You’re the best. Can you also iron my shirt? I have to present a new project today.”
“Of course, anything you need.”
“You really are the best!”
Sir was singing, humming and whistling some tune in the shower while I prepared his ham, egg, and cheese sandwich. I wrapped it in foil, got his thermos of coffee, a sandwich for lunch, then went to iron his shirt in the laundry room.
Sir Jace was in slacks and a white wifebeater when he came to watch me iron his shirt.
“You look so sexy wearing my cum on your face, babe.”
“You’re gonna make me burn myself on this hot iron, Sir. Don’t make me laugh.”
“So, I left your phone on the counter. I added my phone number back and took Eddie’s out. You will still need to earn my trust before I give you more phone privileges. Just because we fucked last night doesn’t erase the past. You understand that, right faggot?”
“Yes Sir, of course.”
“Good. Are you going to eat lunch at work or do you need cash?”
“I’ll make a sandwich, Sir.”
I handed Sir his shirt and watched him put it on. I buttoned it up and after he tucked it in his pants and clasped his belt, he pulled me in for a good-bye hug and a peck on the lips.
“I better go, have a great day and I’ll see you tonight, babe.”
“Sounds good, Sir.”
I was still wearing my collar, so I didn’t want to step out of line and push my luck just yet by saying or doing anything out of bounds. This was all new territory.
I went to brush my teeth and saw a white streak of dried semen across my chin, below my lip. I wished I could go to work with it and know that some of Jace was with me, but then I remembered I had lots of Jace’s essence inside me already.
I quickly showered, shaved, got my coffee ready and sandwich and off to work I went, the happiest faggot on the planet.
I practically skipped in the streets on my 15 minute walk to the office.
Once I settled into my cubicle, I went to fill my coffee mug before reconciling the monthly balance sheet. Mr. Malone saw me there by the coffee pot.
“I was looking for you, Richard. I just wanted to check on you. You seemed really down yesterday. I can see you’re wearing that collar around your neck again. Have you and Jace made up?”
“Yes, Mr. Malone, isn’t it great?”
My Sir had made Mr. Malone piss his pants once in the recent past, he was not a fan.
“Ahhh, sure, I guess. What about the other guy, Master Eddie?”
“His faggot, Jimmy, is back with him. You’re so funny, Mr. Malone trying to keep up with all of this.”
“I might be of a different generation, but staying in tune with you kids keeps me young. For what it’s worth, I’m glad to see you in better spirits.”
“Thank you, Mr. Malone.”
I sat back at my desk, put my headset on to listen to some tunes and got back to work. I was so absorbed in my spreadsheets and data, I missed several calls and texts from my Sir Jace. It wasn’t until lunchtime that I stopped to eat lunch and look at it.
“Oh shit!” I thought, “I hope he doesn’t think I was ignoring him”.
I called his cell right away.
“Faggot! Why didn’t you answer your phone when I called? What have you been up to?”
“Sir, I’m sorry. I was working and had my headset on. I’m sorry.”
“See, this is what I was afraid of. In just one day you’re already slacking off. You forgot already. I’m your number one priority. You should always be available when I call or text. I should never be kept waiting, you hear me, faggot!”
“Yes, yes Sir!”, I guess I should not have ignored my phone, I’d taken a liberty I shouldn’t have done.
“We’ll deal with this later!”
“Yes Sir.”
“Don’t you want to know why I’m calling?”
“Of course, yes Sir.”
“Meet me at Collins’s studio after work. We need to fix your chest right away.”
“Yes Sir!”
Sir’s voice softened. “Have a good afternoon, babe. See you tonight.”
“Yes Sir, you, too.”
After we disconnected, I was replaying that phone call in my head. It is going to be harder than I thought to be both my Sir’s faggot and Jace’s boyfriend. I tried not to overthink it for now. “Maybe in time it will get easier”, I told myself.
When it was time to leave the office, I Ubered over to Collins’s tattoo studio.
Sir Jace was already there drinking a beer and the two friends were shooting the shit.
“Take your shirt off, faggot. Let’s see what brilliant idea Collins has to fix your chest.”
My chest read, “No longer Sir Jace’s FAGGOT. I am a liar.”
“Well, I was thinking I could cover the “no longer” and “I am a liar” words by simply covering them with black ink, I could them frame the middle, and “Sir Jace’s FAGGOT”, will really pop.”
“I like that idea. Even though Richard is now my boyfriend, it’s still my faggot.”
“You homos got some crazy shit going on, Jace. My girl be scratching my eyes out if I tried to put a tat on her body advertising her like my property. You know how crazy Monique can be.”
“Yeah, but you be lovin’ that pussy, right. Collins, as long as I know you, you always be with crazy.”
“Jace, what can I say. Are you sticking around while I do this or heading out?”
“I trust you, bro. You got this. I’m gonna go see if Eddie is hangin’ at the bar. Text me when you’re done. Bye babe, see you later.”
Collins began to run the dark black ink over my chest and it was a bit rough. He saw me squirming.
“I’m gonna need you to stay still there, buddy.”
“I’ll try.”
“Thanks, this is awkward for me you know. It’s not everyday I have someone on my chair that’s given me a blowjob.”
“Well, I wouldn’t think so.”
“And, as I’m doing this, I keep thinking about how good it was when you did it. Your mouth was amazing.”
“Thanks, Collins. I do like sucking dick.”
“My dick is getting so hard right now.”
“Is it? You thinking about my mouth and you’re gonna fuck up my chest. Pay attention, please.”
“Nah, I’m not gonna fuck up your chest. Don’t worry about that, but this could go a lot faster if you could help me out.”
“What are you saying, Collins?”
“You know what I’m saying, don’t make me say it. My girl don’t like it. She don’t make me feel good like you do.”
“You want me to blow you, is that what you want?”
“Ok, yes, that’s what I want. My balls are so full they gonna burst if I don’t get off.”
“Collins, don’t you think you need to ask my Sir for permission first? What if he finds out?”
“I’m sure he won’t mind if I borrow your mouth. I mean, it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”
“But things were different then. I wasn’t in a relationship with Jace and he was there when it happened both times. You’re probably right that he wouldn’t mind, but I gotta ask him first. I don’t feel right.”
“Fine, go ahead. You’re killing my boner you know.”
Collins put down his tattoo gun and handed me my phone.
“Hey faggot, are you done already?”
“No Sir. Ummm, how do I even ask you this? Ummmm, Collins wants me to suck him off. I wanted to see if you’re ok with that?”
“Congratulations, faggot. You passed the test. I wanted to see if you would blow my buddy behind my back, and you wouldn’t. Very, very good!”
“You mean Collins was setting me up? He doesn’t want me to blow him?”
“Oh no, he does, but I was testing you. I need to know I can trust you and now I know that I can. Don’t be upset. Go ahead and get the poor guy off. See you later.”
“Yes Sir”
Collins had a huge grin on his face.
“Collins, you definitely had me fooled.”
“Yeah, I know. But I wasn’t kidding, I do need you to get me off.”
“Sure, now that Sir Jace has given me permission, I’m happy to.”
“Let’s go in the back and I’ll lock the front door. I’m sure I won’t last long and then I can finish your chest.”
I followed Collins to the back office. He pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and sat in the leather desk chair. I squatted between his thighs his thick Black cock was already so hard and there was a sprinkle of clear pre-cum already formed on the crown.
Collins placed his hands behind his head as I pulled his erection into my mouth and pushed my face down until I couldn’t go anymore.
Collins wasn’t into metrosexual grooming at all. His bush was unruly and his balls were covered in dark, dense fur. I pulled up and had to pick some stray hairs from my mouth, but I eventually found a really good rhythm and Collins’ thighs were tensed. I could hear him grunting.
“Oh fuck, Jace is a lucky son of a bitch. Your mouth is so good only cock. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so quick of you keep doing that.”
I was throating his meat, using my tongue to add to Collins’s penile pleasure. Up and down I went. I was going to use my hand to jack him when he knocked it away.
“I could do that myself, no hands please, just use your mouth. I’m gonna bust my nut in a minute. Don’t stop!”
I resumed my full throating method, feeling my own throat muscles contract around Collins’s thick cock.
“Oh here it is. Ohhh fuck. Don’t move. Let me fill your mouth. Ohhhh fuck!”
I felt Collins’s cock twitching in my mouth, several huge spurts of hot cum jolted into my mouth. There was so much that dripped down my face. Collins wasn’t kidding, his balls were truly full. I lapped it all up like good faggot would do,
“Ohhhh fuck, you have no idea how much I needed that.”
Collins stood up and pulled up his boxers and jeans.
“You should probably wash your face before we get started again. Don’t need Jace seeing my spunk all over you.”
“Ok, I’ll be out in a minute.”
Collins finished working on my chest and he did a great job framing “Sir Jace’s FAGGOT” on my chest. I stood proudly in the mirror admiring the new design.
A few minutes Sir Jace appeared behind me.
“Look at that. Now you’re officially my faggot again. I got you locked, caged, and tatted.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Alright, let Collins get you all cleaned up and we can get back home. I ordered something for us to pick up on the way home.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Sir Jace went to settle up with Collins and off we went on our way.
As we approached the house, I could sense something was on my Sir’s mind.
“Sir, are you okay? Is everything alright?”
“No, it’s not, faggot. We have unfinished business to address!”
Sir Jace put the key in the door and we walked inside.
“We do, Sir? Like what?”
“Are you playing dumb with me, faggot? You don’t remember when I tried to call and text you earlier and you didn’t respond?”
“Yes, but, please Sir, I was working and… “
“Stop talking! You know I don’t accept excuses. I expect you to be figure out how to get your work done and be responsive to me at the same time. I know you can do it because you have done it for years. Simply, this time you failed, didn’t you, faggot?”
I looked at the ground, “Yes Sir”
“See, even you think you failed. What do you think we should do about this? I could smack your balls with my ruler? Or, I could get your ass with the cane, or maybe I should bring out the flogger? What do you think?”
“Sir, come on, please. Do I really have to choose? Can’t I just apologize and we move on? I promise I won’t do it again, please?”
“No, no, no. I don’t think you get it, faggot. Just because we’re in a relationship doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you slip from your faggot responsibilities. If I let this go, then what’s next? I’m not willing to compromise on my standards.”
“But..”
“But nothing! Now, which one will it be, the ruler, the cane, or the flogger, faggot?”
“Sir, the ruler please.”
“You know where it is in my office, bring it to me and take off your jock.”
When I came back into the living room, Sir Jace was sitting in his throne. I handed the ruler to him and was naked now.
Sir Jace grabbed me by the balls and said, “I was only gonna smack your balls ten times but since you took no accountability and cried about it, I’m doubling it to 20, faggot!”
“Yes Sir”, I said as I gulped and tried to prepare myself for what was about to happen.
I heard the 12 inch ruler swoosh lightly in the air and land squarely in the center of my sack.
“Owwww”, I cried.
“Settle down, 19 more to go, faggot.”
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
My balls were burning now, I jumped away, instinctively. Sir’s grip on my nuts stretched and I cried out even more in agony as he pulled me back to him.
“Don’t you dare move those feet, faggot! I’ll get the whip to these balls and then you’ll be really sorry!”
I knew he meant it. I still love him, but my Sir is a sadistic man, and truth be told, I’m certainly a masochist, so our dynamic does work well.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Five more my now dangling nuts endured, I was sweating and stood on my tippy toes doing my best not to step away.
I closed my eyes for the next five.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
“Five more left to go, faggot. I want you to look at me. Tell me again why this was necessary? What did you do?”
“I ignored my phone, Sir?”
Sir tugged my balls hard.
“It’s not a question, you left out the most important part. Try again, faggot.”
“Sir, I ignored your calls and texts, Sir! I disregarded you, I disrespected you, Sir!”
“Yes, yes you did faggot. Maybe you’re not as dumb as I thought you were. And what’s going to happen in the future? How will you fix it?”
I was sweating bullets now hoping I’d get the right answer, my balls were in my Sir’s fists now, crushing them in his palm.
“I will not listen to my headphones so I can hear and see my phone at all times, Sir!”
“And…why will you do that?”, he squeezed even harder.
“Because you’re my number one priority, Sir!”
“Very, very good. I am your number one priority. You know what your prize is, faggot?”
“No Sir, please.”, I begged as he tortured my nutsack in his hand,
“Your prize is the last five smacks to your family jewels. Stay right here.”
Sir brought out the key to the cage and unlocked it. My little cock hung helplessly over my balls.
“Look at me”, Sir said as he placed the ruler on my shaft.
“One!”, he went hard and my penis jumped.
“Two”, I cringed,
“Three”, this one even more intense,
“Four! Oh look at your cock bounce. It seems to like this, faggot. Last one, let’s make it count. How about you say it. Let me hear you say it, faggot, and you better thank me!”
He held the ruler back and the last one was brutal as it connected with my helpless dick, Sir purposely saved the most viscous slap for last.
“FIVE, OWWWWW, THANK YOU, SIR!”
I hunched over and grabbed my balls.
My Sir pushed my hands away and placed the cage back on my searing cock.
“Let’s eat, our food is getting cold.”
“Yes Sir”, I barely managed to say.
Somehow, with aching balls, I was able to get the table set for our meal.
“Now that we dealt with your blatant disregard for me, let’s have a nice meal, Richard. Jace reached over to me and removed his collar from my neck.
“That’s better, faggot mode, off”, he said.
I barely managed a smile, no matter if you have a big or small dick, like me, taking a ruler to it is going to take some time to recover.
We ate our meal and I was able to engage in the usual small talk and asked my Sir about his day, etc.
Afterwards, we watched some tv together on the sofa. I laid my head in his lap and he stroked my face lovingly, like a romantic couple of equals.
“Richard, the pressure from your head resting on my cock feels so good.”
“I know, Jace, I can feel it plumping up, lol.”
“My cock is always plumping up for you, babe. You wanna go to bed? It’s getting late now anyway.”
“Yes Sir…I mean yes, Jace.”
Jace escorted me to his bedroom and we stood there, his tongue explored the depths of my mouth.
His hands all over my topless body finding their way to my ass, each cheek in his grip.
Jace turned me around and next me over the bed. His knees hitting the carpet below, hands spreading my ass wide apart and his face planted right in between. I heard him groaning and munching out on my ass. I held my hands behind me, helping him to spread my glutes further, wanting to feel that hot wet tongue exploring the extra sensitive folds of my rectum. My cock surprisingly came back to life, I felt a wet spot pooling on my jock.
“Don’t move!”, Jace said. I heard him behind me pulling off his clothes, then I felt the tip of his cock poke through my anal ring.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to get in this ass all day, babe. You ready for it?”
“Yes, please! Give me that big beautiful dick, Jace.”
Jace plunged himself right inside me and took my breath away. One hand pushed my back downward, the other pulled my hips back and Jace began to pummel himself into me, battering my prostate repeatedly. I was crying out like a wounded animal as his cock found its way to my deepest pleasure spot and copious cum surged out of my urethra, completely soaking the fabric of my jockstrap.
My ass clamping around Jace’s cock caused him to cum so quickly, his body fell onto mine as he emptied those bull balls.
Jace pushed me upwards on the bed, never pulling out as we maneuvered our bodies so he was spooning me.
He gently kissed the back of my neck. His beard causing my entire body to tingle. Then he twisted my erect nipples and I began to slowly ride his cock again, feeling it harden once again. My Jace was like a bionic sex machine, his cock can go easily two, three, even four times a night before he wears my hole out.
“Go ahead, babe, make yourself feel good on my cock. Cum for me again. I love watching you cum without touching your little dick. It’s so hot.”
I ground back, squeezing my hole tight, now gliding along all his inches using his load as slick lube. My prostate once again swelling as I found just the right spot and twerked my ass over it, wiggling around to get myself off once again, Jace twisting and pinching my nipples harder and harder until my nuts absolutely burst.
Jace gripped me tightly, flipping me on top of him, my back in his chest, arms wrapped around me as he fucked me up stroking my moist and sloppy hole until he roared out a second nut right up my guts.
Jace then moved me back to where we started, spooning me once more. His cock still inside me.
He kissed my shoulder then I heard him breathing deeply, sleeping.
Jace is a complicated man, but somehow being in his embrace, his loads and penis embedded inside me, his chin in my shoulder, his arms wrapped around me, I would never want to be anywhere else, with anyone else.
