You ever wake up to a piss enema? Well, I have. I attempted to assume urinal posture one morning and was pulled back into bed. Lately, Sir, or not Sir once we hit the sack lately, Jace has been making it a habit of loading me up nightly leaving his cock inside me. Some nights it falls out naturally, some nights, it remains in place. This was one of those mornings. I can see why Jace wouldn’t want to dislodge. Wouldn’t any man prefer to let his piss loose inside a warm hole?
Once his morning daily need was met, Sir pulled out, stepped out of bed, and stretched. Oh what a sight to behold! It was like having one of those fireman calendars and looking forward to seeing the hot stud of the month, only my stud was real, live, and in-person. I got to soak that in every single day and every single night, and believe me, I know I’m the envy of every faggot in the city. If I turn my back for an instant, there would be a line of faggots waiting to take my place.
“Morning sunshine! Man, I slept like a baby.”, and my Sir smiled from ear to ear.
“Morning, Sir. Any special requests for breakfast this morning?”
“I’m feeling French Toast this morning, maybe sausage?”
“You got it, Sir”
Sir whistled his way to the bathroom and I heard the shower water turn on.
I loved seeing my Sir so happy these days. I knew he could turn on a dime and become a strict dom, but that side of his personality has been dormant lately. Maybe nutting at least twice nightly does that to a man, or maybe it’s just because I hadn’t given my Sir any reason to be cross with me.
I headed to my bathroom to brush my teeth and put on a jock. My Sir didn’t need to see my caged dicklet while eating his breakfast. I brought in the newspaper from the front porch and let it down on the table and ground coffee before brewing and then I started on breakfast.
My Sir’s French toast was just about ready when he came to sit down at the table on his black briefs. He always ate his breakfast this was to be sure his work clothes wouldn’t get stained. I didn’t mind that one bit, it was always an extra special treat.
I left my Sir to eat his breakfast and then ironed his clothes and hung them. I rejoined my Sir in the kitchen now that I had his clothes squared away.
“Sir, what can I make you for lunch? We have leftovers from last night, or I could make you a sandwich?”
“No, faggot, actually Eddie is taking the team out to lunch. Hey, I want to tell you something, don’t move.”
“Yes Sir.”
Sir Jace went to get my phone from the table by the front door and set it down on the kitchen table.
“I decided you earned more phone privileges. I turned off the child protections and, if you need to, you can up to three more contacts on your phone. I’ll need to know who they are and agree, of course. You think you’re ready for this? There will be consequences if I catch you searching any porn sites, hook up apps, or in other words, anything you shouldn’t be doing, I’ll know and it won’t be good for you, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, I understand and I promise I won’t do anything that’s gonna get me in trouble. Thank you for trusting me, Sir”
“You’re welcome, faggot. Who’s your King?”
“You are, Sir!”
“Again, tell me like you mean it. Be proud!”
“I’M YOUR FAGGOT, SIR, AND YOU ARE MY KING, SIR!”, I screamed out loud.
Sir rubbed my head, “Yes, that’s right, and don’t you ever forget it. I gotta go to work now. Don’t let me down, faggot.”
As soon as my Sir left me alone, all I could do is think about my phone and the things I wanted to do with it. As I showered, as I shaved, got dressed, made my lunch, my phone sat there on the table, mocking me, enticing me.
I shook my head and tried to snap out of it, “it’s just a phone, it can’t talk. Stop it already!”, I told myself.
I grabbed my phone and placed it in my backpack and started my walk to the office. My mind got the best of me, as I thought about downloading Grindr or Tumblr, or checking out the latest OnlyFans models. Wouldn’t it be exciting to just have a look, even if I didn’t touch? Or what about reading gay stories on gaydemon? That could be fun, too.
And, wouldn’t it be just as much fun to reconnect with some of my friends? Id have to think about who would be approved by Sir, he’d want to know how I knew them and why I chose them.
It was so much easier when I couldn’t even think about this stuff. Having this privilege was more pressure and trouble than I ever imagined. I chastised myself for even having these thoughts. All of it was so wrong, so naughty, and not allowed.
I finally made it to my desk and was already sweating bullets. I removed my phone from my backpack and laid it on my desk like a hot potato. I so wanted to just turn it off and put it back but last time I ignored my phone I got my balls smacked with a ruler. I was getting very anxious and had to take a deep breath.
“Good Morning, Richard.”, Mr. Malone said. “Do you have a minute? I need to discuss something with you on my office.”
“Oh sure, Mr. Malone.”
“Richard, why do you look stressed. Look you’re sweating and your face is all red. You just got here, so it can’t be work that got you like this?”
“Oh, ahhh, no, no. It’s not work, Mr. Malone, it’s something else. I’ll be right there.”
I sat in Mr. Malones office and he closed the door behind me.
“Richard, there’s something I need to tell you and it’s not so easy so I’m just going to say it. There’s been a decision to consolidate our offices across the country at the end of March. This means if you want to keep your job, you’re going to have to relocate to Tulsa, Oklahoma. I decided to take early retirement or look for another job in the city. At my age, I’m too old to uproot and move. My wife would kill me, but you’re younger so it might be easier.”
“Oh my God, Mr. Malone, I didn’t see this coming. I don’t wanna move, my Jace is here, I can’t leave him.”
“Well, you don’t need to decide this minute, but I’ll need to know within the week.”
“Ok, what happens if I decide not to go? Is there any severance?”
“Yes, of course, since you’ve been here five years, you’d get 10 weeks severance pay and benefit coverage. I’ll have a letter you can see later but I did want to tell you as soon as I could.”
“I appreciate that, Mr. Malone.”
“Hey, why do t you take the day off to think about it. You don’t look like your mind is on work now anyway.”
“That’s probably a good idea. Thank you, Mr. Malone, I’ll see you tomorrow.
I grabbed my phone and backpack.
I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to be alone in that house. I wanted to let off some steam. I wanted to get fucked, seriously fucked. That’s what would make it all better.
Since I wasn’t allowed my own money or credit card, I couldn’t stop anywhere for a coffee, so I sat outside on a bench and got busy, I went nuts, I downloaded them all, Grindr, Scruff, Sniffies, Jack’d. I snapped some selfies and quickly created profiles. Yeah, I knew what I was doing. Yeah, I knew Sir Jace would be angry. Yeah, I knew I’d get severely punished, but I wasn’t thinking straight. I was reacting. My faggot instincts were to blame.
Within an hour I had five guys hitting me up on the sites, I guess I was the new meat in the area. There was one who really captured my attention. He only showed a cock shot, it was hard and nine inches long, attached to a 28 year old Ukrainian man. 6’0”, 165, lean muscle, some hair in his chest, buzzed head, short beard. His lower body certainly resembled the TimTales model, Martin who used to star in my personal pornographic fantasies. He happened to be less than 900 feet away, home, horny and looking to fuck. Well, so was I. He invited me over and I accepted.
I didn’t even ask for his face pic.
Well, when I knocked on his door, somebody with a very different body answers the door.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I think I gave the wrong apartment”, I said.
“Are you Richard?”
“Yeah”
“No, it’s me. You are in the right place.”
“Dude, you look nothing like your pic? What’s up with that?”
“Yeah, I get that a lot, I took that pic in better lighting.”
“I don’t even think that’s you. I think I’m gonna pass.”
The man pulled me inside his door and I had to fight him off me before getting away.
I ran down the stairs and outside and began to cry.
My phone rang, it was Sir Jace.
“Hello Sir.”, I tried to compose myself.
“Where are you?”
“ I’m, I’m outside, Sir.”
“Yeah, I know exactly where you are faggot, I can see. I still have a tracker on your phone and just received an alert that you moved out of range from your office. So I’ll ask again, WHERE ARE YOU, FAGGOT?”
“I’m, I’m on the 900 block of Main, Sir.”
“And tell me, why would you be all the way over there when your office is not there, faggot!”
“I don’t know, Sir. Ummm…I..umm.”
“Faggot, I should have known better than to trust you with that fucking phone! You don’t think I know what you been up to? I know you have all those forbidden apps on your phone!”
“Sir, I’m sorry. I can explain.”
“Can you? You cheating on me, faggot? You let someone fuck you, my fucking property?”
“No, no Sir. Almost, but I didn’t go through with it.”
“Is that supposed to make me happy, faggot? Almost? What the fuck has gotten into you? Why would you do this? It doesn’t make sense?”
“Sir, I don’t know. Mr. Malone told me the office is closing at the end of March and I wanted to keep my job if need to move to Tulsa. I don’t want to go to fucking Tulsa. I want to stay here with you! I got so stressed out, I just wanted yo get fucked. I thought if I got fucked, I wouldn’t think about it. I’m so sorry Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Woah, wow. That’s a lot to take in, faggot. So why didn’t you call me right away? I could have fucked you, or I could’ve had someone fuck you. We can work that out later, and trust me, we will, but I’m really sorry about your job. I guess we didn’t see that coming.”
“No, no Sir, we didn’t.”
“Well, we have a lot to talk about. Why don’t you go home and wait for me. So you don’t get tempted to get into any more trouble with your phone, I’m going to go ahead and turn off your service for now. I think that’s best for you.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Don’t meander now, faggot. I’m gonna know where you are and I can see that you should be home in about 20 minutes. If I don’t see your pretty face on the camera at our front door in twenty minutes, you’ll be very, very sorry. You hear me, faggot!”
“Yes Sir. I’m going right home, Sir. I promise.”
“Your promises mean nothing to me. You promised just this morning you could be trusted with your phone, and now look. You really shouldn’t promise anything to me ever again if I were you, faggot.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Go home! Wave to me when you get there, and when you do, make yourself useful. I don’t want to catch you sitting around, I don’t want to catch you snooping around my office. Do you hear me, faggot! In fact, you haven’t cleaned the grout in my shower tiles in months, I think that should keep you busy for a few hours.”
“Yes Sir, I’m on it, Sir.”
“The timer starts now, faggot!”
Sir Jace hung up the phone. He was clearly very agitated with me, and I guess I knew why.
I walked briskly to get home within twenty minutes. It was about a mile and a half, but somehow I managed to wave to the camera and let myself inside the house.
I received a text from Sir Jace.
“Good job, faggot.”
I put my phone on the table and stripped down to my jock as it was forbidden for me to wear clothes when in the house only two and from work and only when Sir Jace allowed me to do so.
I put my lunch back in the fridge and headed towards Jace’s bathroom. In the vanity under the sink is where I’d kept a toothbrush, a small bowl, and gloves. I poured a little bleach into the bowl with some water and dipped the toothbrush inside and found a starting point. Luckily for me, the grout wasn’t too dirty as I’d just cleaned it a few months ago. It was one of the top punishment assignments on Sir Jace’s list.
It was a meticulous job to clean the grout with nothing but a toothbrush and watered down bleach. There were products on the market that would do the job much faster and maybe even better, but that really wasn’t the point. The point was to keep me busy doing something menial, something I wouldn’t necessarily like, something to keep me out of trouble.
I hadn’t even completed half the wall when I heard my Sir come home. I’d lost all track of time.
He thundered through the house and found me crouched down on the shower floor.
“Drop what you’re doing!”
Sir had anger in his eyes, his nostrils flared, his eyes angry, I could see the steam coming out his ears.
I heard myself gulp as I put the toothbrush down and took the rubber gloves off.
“Come with me!”
“Yes Sir!”
“I think it’s best that you keep your mouth shut right now, faggot. I honestly don’t want to hear the sound of your voice.”
I almost responded but caught myself.
“Bend over the bed. Show me that ass!”
My Sir took his belt off his khaki pants. It was a thick, black, 100% leather belt.
I heard the loud “CRACK” as it landed on my ass.
I squeaked from the sting, “Oouuch!”
“Shut the fuck up, faggot!”
Sir walkd over to his hamper and pulled out one of his black CK boxer briefs and shoved it into my mouth. Then he went to his hallway closet and found the duct tape and rolled it around my head to keep his undies in my mouth. They tasted raunchy and smelled so rank. They were from the weekend when Sir went to play basketball at the gym. I started gagging they were so gross. I hadn’t cleaned them just yet.
“Well”, Sir Jace said, “now you see what happens when you let the laundry pile up, faggot!”
The next 5 blows strapped my ass hard. I could feel it getting warmer, I could feel the belt marks that would definitely be visible by the time Sir was through with me.
Sir beat my ass more and I began to slouch and move my legs around.
“Faggot, what are you doing? Raise that ass up and don’t you fucking move. Accept your punishment, faggot! Show me some respect!”
I got into deep faggot mode and raised my hips up high, proud, ready for what was coming.
“CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK!”
The bent came down even harder now. That sound of leather on flesh echoed in the room. I groaned quietly into my underwear gag, biting down on it hard every time that damn belt hit my skin.
My ass was becoming increasingly more sore, more painful with every single blow.
My Sir must’ve striped he me with more than 50 beltings. Then he stopped for only a minute.
I felt him run the cane across my back. My Sir knows I have the cane more than anything. It looks so innocent compared to a belt, a paddle, or even a whip, but it is not only painful, but causes outrageous stinging and bruising in a skilled hand.
“I can see you flinching my little faggot. You had to know this was coming. You had to know I’d never, ever let you get away with being such a sneak. Knowing you, maybe that’s why you did it? Maybe somewhere deep in that depraved faggot mind of yours, you wanted me to beat you with this stick? Well, guess what, faggot. I’m gonna make sure that’s something you’re never gonna dream of when I’m done with you. You’ll see that I’m not just saying it, I’m gonna do it.”
My Sir pushed me down onto the bed and took the cane to the backs of my thighs, criss-crossing like a zipper pattern all up and down the backs of my thighs, one at a time. I was sobbing into the gag it hurt so much.
“Oh, that’s nothing, faggot. We haven’t even started the fun bits yet.”
WHOOSH, the cane stung me right on the back of my knee. A very sensitive spot for me. Sir repeatedly went after the same spot that over and over again. My skin crawled, I wanted to move away from harm, from him.
“Oh no you don’t!”, my Sir pushed my back down and held his palm there while he yielded the cane and the other and took it to the back of my other knee. I howled into the make-shift gag, drooling heavily all over it.
Sir took the cane downward to the backs of my ankles now. A little more meat back there to work with, Sir Jace knew he’d have to go little harder to cause me the kind of pain he thought I deserved.
I thought maybe I was finished, he’d taken the belt to my ass and the cane to my legs. What more was there to do? My back? Something else? My balls? I prayed for mercy, but got none.
Instead my Sir flipped me over. His eyes were focused, intense, scary. I recognized that look from many times before. This wasn’t the time to ask for mercy.
Sir did something that I never saw coming and it was just awful. My Sir began to take the cane to my abs. Striking harsh blows landing on my stomach, just above my belly button at first, but then just below, too.
That was truly outrageous, in all the years, my Sir had never used the cane on me there before.
I was heaving, wanting to double over and stop him. The stinging blows were unbelievably devastating.
I must have taken twenty hits to the abs they were striped, red, raised, raw. I began to heave heavily.
My Sir put down the cane. His lips curled as he just watched me suffer. He pulled the tape off my head and I thanked God I was bald without facial hair. Then he pulled the gag out and spit right in my face.
“You really fucked up today, faggot. I should have taken that single rail whip to your ass. Sometimes I think I’m too nice, I let you get away with too much.”
“Sir, Sir, please. It’s enough. I’m sorry. I promise, I learned my lesson, Sir!”
My Sir became even more enraged.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME FAGGOT?”
“I said, I promise I I learned my lesson Sir”.
As I said it, I knew using the word “promise” would trigger him even more.
“That’s it, stand up, faggot, hands above your head and turn around. Feet apart. I don’t want to see you move one step, faggot, you hear me!”
Sir opened the toy chest and pulled out the single tail. “Oh holy fuck”, I said to myself.
Anyone who’s ever been on the receiving end of the tail knows what it feels like. A sharp, visceral pain, that caused you to see stars. It’s not for the faint-hearted.
I had to stand in place as that first whoosh in the air landed square on the shoulders. With no gag anymore I screamed in agony.
“Scream all you want, faggot. Nobody can hear you!”
SNAP! SNAP!, two quick raps to the back in succession.
“Didn’t I tell you, faggot, never to promise me anything ever again? Isn’t that what I said?”
“Yes, Yessir”, I said barely audible.
SNAP! CRACK!”
“I didn’t hear you, what did you say, faggot?”
“YES SIR!”, I screamed.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!” Now to the lower back.
“YES SIR, WHAT?”, Sir was fuming, growing more impatient with me by the second.
“Oooohhhh Ffffuuckkk!” SIR, PLEASE, I’M SORRY, YOU SAID NEVER TO PROMISE ANYTHING EVER AGAIN!”
CRACK! WHACK!, two more to my ass now.
“BUT YOU DID! And what else did you do, faggot? “Sir asked as he swiped the single tail all around my back to taunt me.
“I DOWNLOADED GAY APPS, SIR AND ALMOST CHEATED ON YOU, SIR!”
Three more lashes, three more deserved welts to the fleshy parts of my butt had me reeling.
“Yes, yes, you did faggot. Alright, I think you learned your lesson…for now. If I were you I’d get off my ass and kiss my feet. Be grateful I didn’t keep going, faggot!”
I was slow getting down to my knees, i was sore everywhere. I bent down and I kissed Sir’s socked feet.
Sir, moved his foot away.
“No, take my sock off with your teeth. Come on now, you know better than that, faggot!”
I gripped a piece of fabric between my front teeth and pulled hard. It took me several attempts to get the sock completely off Sir’s foot. Once successful, I kissed his toes.
“Now the other one, and be quicker. You still have to feed me. I’m working up an appetite whipping your lying faggot ass!”
I rushed, faster, and completed the ritual. Full submission once you kiss a superior man’s feet.
Sir Jace removed the collar from my neck.
“Faggot mode off.”
I was still a bumbling wreck. Both sides of my body ached, visible raised red lashes on my abs from the cane and I was certain the backs of my legs and my back would be covered in stripes, too.
I remained in the carpet trying to turn my inner faggot off and become Richard, well, at least the Richard my Jace expected me to be.
Jace took me by the hand brought me to his bathroom. I sat on the toilet as he washed my face with a warm washcloth, caring as if he can’t brutalized me just moments ago. I knew, though, that I had really fucked up, and I knew there would be consequences. I just didn’t care at the time.
“I’m really sorry to hear about your job, Richard. What do you think you will do?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, if that’s ok. I’d rather get started on dinner.”
Maybe I was still upset with Jace for beating me, or maybe I was just upset at the situation, but I really didn’t want to talk.
“Ok, ok.”
Sir stroked my face and looked down at me.
“I don’t like seeing you like this. I know what might cheer you up. I know exactly what you need and I got it right here”, Jace said grasping his cock over his work pants.
“Jace, come on. Do I look like I wanna suck your cock right now?”
“Actually, yes. I think you do. I know you. I know that sucking cock makes you feel better. You want to feel better don’t you?”
Jace pulled his hard Black dick out of his pants, pointing it at my face. After all, I was already seated in a perfect position for cocksucking.j Jace knows, I get completely dicknotized every time I see his hard meat. I can’t help myself.
“Go on then, don’t be bashful, put my dick in your mouth Richard. You’ll feel so much better, I promise.”
I knew Jace was right. He’s always right. I’m the one who is never right, and sometimes I’m so bull-headed about it.
I couldn’t resist the allure of Jace’s hard, throbbing cock on offer, there for the taking. I accepted defeat of all my defenses and slowly lunged forward and wrapped my lost pink lips around it.
“Mmmmmm”, I moaned.
“You see, Richard, you should always listen to me. I know what you need. I got you. Go ahead. Make yourself feel better on my dick.”
“Mmmmm mmmmmm”, I slurped down all of my lover’s turgid inches, all of the tension in my body releasing as I nursed. The more I continued to suck on this beautiful cock, the less I thought about my job, the less I thought about the warranted punishment I’d endured. All of that melted away.
“Ohhhh damn, Richard, you gonna make me cum. Is that want you need?”
“Ummm hmmmm”, I moaned with a mouth full of dick.
“I got what you need, baby, and I’m gonna give it to you. Gonna make you feel all better. You just keep doing what you doin’ down there baby.”
I picked up my pace as Jace’s balls lifted and tightened. He was getting ready to pump-n-dump right down my throat. Jace held each side of my head in his hands now and took over this face fuck, deep-dicking into my esophagus.
“Get ready baby”, he roared. “I’m bout to feed ya. Grrrrrrrrrr grrrrrrrrrrrr, oooooohhhhhh fuuuuccckkkkk, ooohhhhh fuuuuccckkk, yes! Drink my nut!”
I knew that Jace’s elixir was all I needed to feel better about everything. Somehow there was a magic ingredient that had abilities beyond any medication on the market. I slurped and feasted on each warm burst of his spunk until there wasn’t any left. I dried him out.”
“Oh baby, let me look at you.”
I looked up into my King’s eyes. Jace’s eyes softened and he touched my cheek.
“You see, I knew what you needed. How about you make us some dinner and we can talk about your job situation tomorrow. Ok, baby?”
“Sure”, I said enthusiastically.
And so, I went to wash up and tend to my wounds and then set out to the kitchen to get our dinner going.
The rest of the night was quiet. We would talk about the job situation tomorrow…
