I was elated when my Sir filled me with his urine. He hugged me close, kissing my neck as he relieved his bladder deep up my gaped hole.
“Good Morning, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“Good Morning, faggot. You wanna suck my dick for me? You gotta be quick though, I gotta talk to Eddie.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
My Sir carefully pulled his cock from my ass. It glistened in the morning light, a shiny, wet coating illuminating my Sir’s pulsing meat.
I wrapped my mouth around it tasting cum, piss, and my own ass juices. It was a delicious elixir I couldn’t resist.
“Mmmmmm mmmm”, I hummed as I worked my mouth over it like a Hoover.
“Ahhh, faggot. I love how much you love my dick. I got you dicknotized, no doubt about it.”
I looked upward into my Sir’s eyes with a look of desperation. Sucking my Sir’s cock is my lifeblood. I dared to open my jaw even wider, I needed to have all of his inches inside me.
My Sir placed his hand on the back of my head and pressed downward, finally, the crown of this beautiful cock popped down my throat.
“Ohhhhh fuck yeah, there it is, faggot. Don’t you fucking move, let me fuck your throat. Let your King own your throat. Fuck yeah, that’s so fucking good. You feel my big Black dick filling your throat, faggot?”
“Yeth Thir, thank you Thir”, I managed to mumble.
“I’ll give you something to be thankful for, faggot. Don’t you worry.”
My Sir began to hammer that cock hard, skull fucking me, drilling my mouth hole, my drool flying everywhere.
“I’m gonna flood your face with my load, faggot. Fuuucckkkk yeah, fuck! Arrrrrggggghhhh! Ooohhhhh fuck!”
My Sir’s cock fired off like a cannon, thick heavy ropes of cum spurted down my throat. My Sir’s cum was tasting very strong, leaving me with morning cum breath. I would later try to brush my teeth and use mouthwash to no avail.
My Sir said to save time I should recite my morning mantra in the truck, and he thought it best to cut it down to only five minutes.
“If I find you need more time to reset yourself, I’ll adjust it, five minutes is all you need for now, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.” I was concerned that the drastic cut from 45 minutes a day to only 15 might not be a good idea. The Masters were clear that taking any shortcuts could cause a relapse to bad habits, but my Sir knows best.
When we arrived Eddie was already in his office.
“You can go to your desk and start working, faggot. This doesn’t concern you.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.
“You’re welcome faggot. Have a good day.”
I heard some yelling in the background.
“None of your goddamn business, Eddie. I don’t go around telling you what to do with your faggot. You need to stay in your lane, Eddie!”
“Fuck you, Jace. Now that your faggot works for me, it is my business!”
I think it was Mr. Coleman who broke up their argument.
“Gentlemen, what’s going on here? You two are friends, this is not how friends talk to each other.”
“Jace, let’s not do this here, if you got something to say to me you meet me at the bar after work. Don’t you have work to do?”
“Ok, Eddie, you’re on. I’ll see you later!”
My Sir stormed off and I busied myself with my work, not wanting to get involved in men’s affairs.
A few hours later, Eddie came to check on me.
“How are you getting on here, faggot?”
“I’m doing well here, Mr Eddie. Thank you for asking.”
“Whoa…faggot, you have cum breath! Did Jace make you suck his dick this morning?”
“Sorry, Mr. Eddie. I tried brushing my teeth and using mouthwash, but my Sir’s cum is potent. My Sir did not make me do it, I wanted to, Mr Eddie.”
“Yeah, well, There are some mints on my desk. Help yourself. Jace might be acting like an asshole right now, but man, he is one lucky man. I remember those times you sucked me off. Now that you work for me, we can’t do that anymore. Can’t fraternize with the staff.”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie. Thank you.”
When Eddie left me I decided a mint might be a good idea so I quietly walked over to his desk to get one.
Mr. Coleman noticed me.
“Hello son, how are you liking it here?”
“I like it very much, Mr. Coleman, thank you.”
“I don’t know what’s going on with Eddie and Jace, but I’m sure it has something to do with you. Anything you want to tell me?”
“Mr. Coleman, that is none of my business. I’m just here to do my best and make my Sir proud.”
Mr. Coleman looked at me funny, and I swear I thought I saw him adjust his crotch. For an older Black man, he was very good looking, very distinguished.
“Yes, well, carry on then.”, he said.
“Yes, Mr. Coleman, thank you.”
At 5pm, my Sir came through the door to pick me up storming past Eddie’s office. He almost made it when Mr. Coleman stopped him in his tracks.
“Jace, can I speak to you for a minute?”
“Sure, Mr. Coleman, what’s up?”
“Jace, I’ve always been a straight shooter so I’m just going to say it. Your faggot is doing an excellent job from what I can tell, but it was stinking up the office with its cum breath. Might you have something to do with that?”
“Oh, yes, I am sorry about that, Mr. Coleman. It’s just that my faggot has the most amazing throat and I just can’t help myself. So yes Mr. Coleman, I did cum heavy this morning.”
“Jace, come on, we’re both men here. There’s no need to apologize. You know, my wife hasn’t even looked at my old dick in over 15 years. Hell, I don’t even remember the last time I got off? I tried hiring a rent boy on the street a few years ago, but got too nervous to get it up.”
“I’m so sorry Mr. Coleman. That sucks.”
“Well, Jace, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I could really use a good blow job. I could make it worth your while with a little extra bonus in your check. You know just one brother helping out another brother.
“Mr. Coleman, I’d be happy to let my faggot help you out, but right now I gotta go meet Eddie at the bar. We have some things to iron out.”
“Well, maybe you could let me have some time now with your faggot and when we’re done, I’ll drive it over to meet you.”
“Yeah, that is actually a good idea. My faggot doesn’t need to see me and Eddie going at it. All I ask is that you don’t hurt my faggot, Mr. Coleman?”
“Thank you, Jace. I promise to return your faggot in one piece.”
“Let me just go tell it what’s going on and it’s all yours.”
My Sir walked around the corner to my small office and shut the door.
“Listen up faggot, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m gonna go kick Eddie’s ass at the bar and you’re going to suck Mr. Coleman’s cock. You better do a good job, make me proud of you, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, I will do my best, Sir.”
Sir shook his head in disbelief.
“You mean to tell me you’re gonna suck off that old geezer’s shriveled up dick just because I told you to? No trying to get out of it?”
“Sir, always yes, never no. I will be happy to do this for you, Sir.”
“Unbelievable! Alright then, I’m gonna go. Mr. Coleman will drive you to the bar after he gets off.”
“Yes Sir.”
My Sir left me alone and I walked over to Mr. Coleman’s office.
“Mr. Coleman, my Sir said you needed to see me?”
“Yes, please have a seat.”
I sat at the chair across from his desk.
“You see, my wife and I have been married for over 40 years. She doesn’t have any interest in sex at all. I just really need to get off, do you mind? I’ve been dreaming about your pink sweet lips wrapped around my cock since yesterday when Eddie introduced us. I just didn’t think it would ever happen.”
“Yes Mr. Coleman. My Sir told me to suck your cock, so I am here to do it.”
Mr. Coleman pulled his chair back and fished his cock from his dress pants. It looked wrinkly and unattractive.
“Maybe you should come here and kneel, faggot.”
I walked over knowing I had a job to do. I wrapped a few fingers around his smallish pecker and lightly stroked it.
Mr. Coleman said, “oh that’s nice. I forgot how good it feels to have someone touch my cock.”
Mr. Coleman closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His cock stiffened in my hand and grew to a reasonable six inches if I were being generous. I had made the poor man wait long enough. I grazed my tongue along his stiffy and that caused Mr. Coleman to moan out loud.
When I finally took him inside my mouth down to his unkempt balls and thick pubes, Mr. Coleman groaned.
I didn’t think he would last very long given he hadn’t had anyone suck him off in over 15 years. I might have bobbed my head up and down for a minute when a deluge of backed up semen flooded my mouth, so much that I began to choke and gag on it. It was like we’d erupted a dormant volcano!
Mr Coleman seemed embarrassed he’d come so quickly.
“I’m so sorry, faggot. I knew that what happen. Your mouth was just too good. Damn, I needed that! Would you like some water? Help yourself there’s some bottles on the mini fridge.
There was cum dripping down my face.
“Faggot, let me get you a napkin. You’ve got my cum all over your face.”
Mr. Coleman brought me a short stack of paper napkins and I used them to clean off my face.
“All right, let’s get you back to Jace. You have everything you need? Your wallet and phone?”
“Mr. Coleman, I do not have a phone and my Sir has my identification. I don’t carry a wallet.”
“Seriously, don’t you have any cash on you in case of an emergency?”
“Mr. Coleman, my Sir gives me money when I need it.”
“Man, I gotta start thinking about getting my own faggot. Your Jace is one lucky man. My wife doesn’t put out and she costs me a fortune!”
We piled into his Mercedes and he insisted I sit in the front passenger seat. I closed my eyes and silently mouthed my mantra since I hadn’t done so after lunch.”
“What is it that you’re saying there, boy?”
“It’s my mantra, Mr. Coleman.”
“Oh yes, I think I heard you say it yesterday. Is that right?”
“Yes, Mr. Coleman, that is correct.”
“Well, no need to be shy around me, go ahead and say it out loud.”
“I am Sir Jace’s faggot. Sir Jace is my King.”, I repeated until Mr. Coleman dropped me off in front of the bar.
I’m not sure what happened but by the time I showed up Sir Jace and Mr. Eddie were drinking beer and singing along to the song playing overhead.
“Oh, there you are my faggot. How did it go with Mr. Coleman.”
“Hello Sir, hello Mr. Eddie. It was fine, Sir.”
“Jace, buddy, I think your faggot has dried cum on his neck. Look at that white streak right over its Adam’s Apple.”
“Damn, Eddie, I think you’re right. That old bastard still has a full tank of cum in his balls by the looks of it.”
“Yeah, I’d say so. Hey, Jace you wanna stick around and meet Bobby? You’d really like him.”
“Eddie, I gotta get my faggot home. It’s got some things to take care of and I wanna eat something good tonight, not bar food. Maybe another time?”
“Yeah, I understand. If I had a faggot like yours I’d be wanting to go home, too.”
“See you tomorrow, Eddie.”
Sir Jace and I went home and after I stripped and took some steaks out for dinner, I started on some laundry. The sheets on my Sir’s bed smelled like sex and sweat.
Just when I set the table and called my Sir to eat, the doorbell rang.
“Faggot, are you expecting anyone and forgot to tell me?”
“No Sir. I will get the door, Sir.”
I opened the door and Jimmy was there, crying uncontrollably.
“Jimmy? What’s wrong?”, I asked.
“ I didn’t know where to go, Eddie asked me to leave. He said he didn’t want me to be his faggot anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Jimmy.”
“Faggot, who is it at the door?”
“It’s Jimmy, Sir. He said Eddie kicked him out, Sir.”
“Let him in, let me talk to him, faggot.”
“Jimmy, come inside. My Sir wants to talk to you.”
“Faggot, go set another plate. Jimmy, let’s talk while we eat. I don’t want to eat cold steak.”
We sat at the table.
“So tell me again, what’s going on?”
“Eddie said he met another faggot and wants me to get out right away. He said he’s done trying to mold me, Sir.
“Hold on there, I’m not your Sir. Don’t call me that. Eddie told me he was going to set you up somewhere until you get on your feet, didn’t he tell you that?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Jace. I was so upset, I just ran over here. I didn’t want to listen to anything that man had to say.”
“Alright, you can spend the night with us. I’ll talk to Eddie tomorrow, and we’ll get this fixed.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jace. Thank you, Richard.”
“Jimmy, in this house, you call my faggot “faggot”, you hear me? Richard doesn’t exist!”
“Yes, Mr. Jace, sorry Mr. Jace.”
“I’m not even sure why you thanked it, after all I’m the one who is allowing you to spend the night. You should be thanking me and only me.”
“Yes, Mr Jace. Thank you for allowing me to eat dinner and spend the night here.”
“That’s better, what’s that thing they taught you at camp, faggot?”
“In all things, give thanks, Sir?”
“Yes, that’s the one. After you both clean this up I have a good idea of how you can both thank me properly.”
“Yes, Mr Jace”, and said, “yes Sir”at the same time.
Jimmy helped me clean up the kitchen and I can see why Eddie wasn’t pleased with him. He did a shitty job and I had to backtrack after him.
“Sir, you wanted to see us when we finished, Sir?”
“Yes, I did. Why don’t you both take a knee right here in front of me.”
“Yes Sir”, “Yes, Mr. Jace”, in stereo.
“The way I see it isn’t everyday you have two faggots at your disposal. I might as well take advantage while I can.”
My Sir pushed his shorts down and his anaconda flopped out. It was already fully engorged.
“Don’t just stare at it, faggots, get your mouths on it. Make my cock feel good!”
In the past I would have been extremely jealous to share my Sir with anyone, but since faggot camp, jealousy was a thing of the past. All that mattered was pleasing my Sir.
Jimmy and I each wrapped our lips around half of my Sir’s cock, our lips touched as we moved as one unit up and down that dark meat.
I held my Sir’s cock out and offered it to Jimmy to suck on while I worked my King’s balls. Sir Jace tried several times to get Jimmy’s throat to open up but Jimmy kept choking and pulling off. He really wasn’t a great cocksucker even with so much practice and my attempts to instruct him all those months ago.
Knowing my Sir, I sensed his frustration and needed to rescue Jimmy before my Sir slapped him. I grabbed onto my Sir’s raging dick and immediately swallowed it whole, pushing Jimmy’s head into my Sir’s balls.
“Ohhh fuck! That’s nice!”, my Sir said. I knew exactly what to do to get this dual blow job back on track. My Sir pressed the back of my head down and that thick crown pushed right down my throat with ease, fitting like a glove.
I looked upward to look at my Sir’s eyes, as he gazed down on us, worshipping his Alpha cock, an heir of his confidence and assurance permeating through his veins, as if he deserved the adulation and attention.
My Sir pushed my head off his dick with a sudden palm to my forehead, then he pushed Jimmy off his balls.
“Get those asses up on the couch, faggots!”
Jimmy and I leaned over the back of the sofa and presented our asses to Sir Jace. Sir Jace surprised me when pulled a small bottle of Swiss Navy lube from the side pocket of his throne. Then he poured some in each hand and began to open our holes with his fingers.
Jimmy and I locked lips as our asses were being fingered. When Sir shoved his cock inside Jimmy, I thought he would bite my tongue off! Jimmy might not suck dick like a champ, but after taking Eddie’s eleven inch meat, he took my Sir’s cock very well. My Sir didn’t hold back, finger fucking me while ramming his cock up Jimmy’s bum.
Then it was my turn, Jimmy and I were no longer playing tonsil hockey, I bit my bottom lip as my Sir drove his dick deep inside me. I could hear my Sir slapping Jimmy’s bubble butt, keeping it warm while he continued to stuff my hole.
My Sir was really getting into this, he’d fuck Jimmy for half a minute and then he’d do me, moving back and forth between us, keeping us guessing when we would have the honor of his cock.
Then Sir Jace stacked us, Jimmy on top of me. Now Sir Jace didn’t need to move side to side, all he needed to do was push his erection in one hole and then the other. He open palm slapped our butts.
“Fuck, this is so fucking hot, faggots!”
I kept wondering how long my Sir would keep this up, he’d been raw boning us for nearly an hour.
“Alright faggots, on your knees, I’m gonna cum!”
Jimmy and I were once again on our knees, our mouths open like baby birds, as my Sir stroked his cock over our faces.
“Grrrrrrrrrrr oooooohhhhhh ffuuuuuuccckkkk, faggots, I’mmmmm fuckinggggg gonnna cummmm! Arrrrrrggghhhh!
Bolts of hot cum flew out my Sir’s cock exploded and sprayed over our faces and open mouths as we fought for this precious seed. Sir rubbed his cock on our cheeks emptying his seed. Jimmy and I snowballed and swallowed his jizz. Jimmy’s one eye had received a direct hit, I could see it was red and sticky.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you allowing me and Jimmy serve you, Sir.
“Yes, thank you, Mr. Jace.”
“You’re welcome, faggots.”
I helped Jimmy to the kitchen so we could tend to his stinging cum eye.
My Sir shouted, “Faggot, why don’t you and Jimmy sleep in your bed tonight. I can’t sleep with two faggots cramping my space.”
“Yes Sir. Good night, Sir.”
“Thank again, Mr. Jace. Good night.”
I took Jimmy to my room we laid on our backs side to side.
“Can I ask you something, faggot?”
“Yes, Jimmy”
“Do you think I’ll ever find a good Master? Eddie is the second Master who kicked me out? What am I doing wrong?”
“Jimmy, I don’t want to be mean, but I am going to be honest. If you expect a Master to keep you, you gotta do better. You should take some cooking classes, learn how to properly clean and wash and iron clothes, and most importantly, you gotta do something about that gag reflex. You know how Masters be expecting their faggots to give them a decent blowjob.”
“Honestly, I’ve tried everything. I just don’t know what to do at this point?”
“Well, I have an idea that might help you. Maybe two weeks a faggot training camp will help you? Master Leo is a great hypnotist and with their mind altering techniques, you just might overcome your gagging problem. Also, there are other faggots to learn from so you can also learn how to cook and clean. Going to the camp has definitely made me a better faggot.”
“I don’t know. I bet that camp costs a fortune.”
“I wouldn’t know, my Sir paid for it. Maybe they have a scholarship program or something. You could ask my Sir about it in the morning.”
“Do you think…”
“Hey faggots! Keep it down in there! Stop yapping and go to sleep! Don’t make me spank those butts!”
“Yes, Sir, sorry Sir!”, I acknowledged.
I didn’t dare say one more word and drifted off to sleep hoping Jimmy would do the same.
