It was strange waking up next to Jimmy, who was still sleeping lazily in my bed. I had run to my Sir’s bedroom hoping I didn’t miss urinal duty. Just because Jimmy came over last night wouldn’t excuse me from that. Luckily, my Sir was just stirring awake from his slumber.
He smiled when he saw me ready for him.
“There you are my faggot, I knew you’d be here for my morning piss.”
“Yes Sir”
My Sir groaned as he stretched his muscles and then saddled up to me.
“Open”, he commanded.
I opened wide and his soft cock fell inside. I formed a tight seal with my lips.
“Ahhhh”, my Sir sighed as his golden liquid flowed directly down my throat. I moaned in appreciation. My Sir placed his hand on my throat to feel me swallowing his precious gift.
“Nice”, my Sir said. I was too busy gulping to say much of anything.
When my Sir finished he gently shook his cock over my face.
Once I’d finished slurping his piss down, I glanced over to my left and there was Jimmy, standing there.
“Jimmy, who said you can come into my bedroom?”, Sir asked crossly.
“I’m sorry Mr. Jace, I was looking for Richard…no, I meant your faggot.”
“You should know my bedroom is off limits unless I invite you. Faggot, I’m going to take a shower, go see what Jimmy needs.”
“Yes Sir.”
I took Jimmy by the hand and brought him to the kitchen.
“Jimmy, what were you thinking, you don’t just walk into my Sir’s bedroom like that? Do you want him to cane you?
“No, no, I’m sorry. I just keep messing up no matter what I do.”
“Jimmy, I don’t have time for this right now, I have to make breakfast for my Sir and iron his clothes, plus I have to get myself ready.”
“I’m in the way, aren’t I?”
“Well, a little bit, but here’s what I think you should do. When I’m getting dressed you should ask Sir Jace about faggot camp. It might be your only hope right now.”
I made coffee and breakfast and left my Sir alone with Jimmy so they could talk.
When I returned to the kitchen, Jimmy was sobbing again.
“Faggot, I’m going to call over to that camp this morning to see if they will accept a charity case. In the meantime, I’ll talk to Eddie about putting Jimmy up somewhere so he has some place to go. Jimmy, I can’t have you disrupting my household. I was happy to help you out last night, but having you here will definitely mess things up with my faggot. Il could see it’s already running behind this morning. I spent a lot of money to get my faggot where I want it, I’m not gonna take any chances messing that up.”
“Yes Sir”, I said.
“Jimmy, my faggot and I really need to go to work. You can stay here for now until I talk to Eddie. I’d tell you to make yourself useful, but honestly, I don’t want you touching my stuff.”
I recited my mantra on the way to the office. Once we arrived I headed to my office, but my door was open so I could hear my Sir’s booming voice in the main office as he refreshed his coffee and spoke to Eddie.
“Eddie, guess who showed up to my house last night?”
“I don’t know, Jace. Was it Collins?”
“No, it wasn’t Collins, it was your faggot, Jimmy. It said you kicked it out already.”
“Jace, I did tell it it had to go but that fucker ran off before I told it I’d rented it a temporary apartment. I told you I wouldn’t leave it homeless.”
“Well, that’s good news. Your faggot is still at my house and I’d like it to get out of my house as soon as possible. How can we make that happen, Eddie.”
“Jace, I have the key right here. I can write down the address, too.”
“Great, I’ll go back home and take it there this way you don’t have to deal with it.”
“Thank you, Jace.”
“One more thing, Eddie. I’m gonna call the faggot camp and see if they’d be willing to take Jimmy as a scholarship case. I feel bad for that little faggot. He ain’t got no skills. It might just be the best thing for it.”
“Hey, as long as it’s far away from me, I don’t care. I already got a new faggot, and it’s moving in this weekend.”
“Eddie, you’re such a dog. Alright, I’ll see you at lunch, I’m gonna come eat with my faggot.”
Hours later, Sir Jace startled me when he walked into my office. I jumped.
“Did I scare you, faggot?”
“Sorry Sir, I was working on this spreadsheet and wasn’t paying attention.”
“It’s ok. You ready to eat lunch? I thought we could drive over to the park and eat there since it’s such a nice day.”
“Yes Sir, I’m ready, Sir.”
I grabbed our lunches from the fridge and we drove out to the park which was just a few minutes away.
Sir Jace found a secluded parking spot under a large tree.
As I bit into my sandwich my Sir started up a conversation.
“Faggot, there’s a couple of things I want to talk about.”
“Yes Sir.”
“First, I called the camp this morning and told them about Jimmy. After I sent them a face photo and an ass shot, Master Max said they’d be more than happy to take it. Hell, Master Max even said he’d pay for the flight! Jimmy will be heading out to Sedona next week. It’s all been arranged. Isn’t that great?”
“Yes, it is, Sir. Thank you, Sir, for helping Jimmy. I think it will like it there, but those Masters won’t let it get away with being lazy. It will need to do its best every day, Sir.”
“Maybe you should spend a little time with it this week to get it ready for camp so it knows what to expect, faggot, but, it cannot interfere with serving me, you understand, faggot. I’m always your number one priority.”
“Yes Sir, you are my King, Sir, and I am your faggot.”
“Don’t ever forget it, faggot!”
“Yes Sir!”
“I did want to talk about our wedding. You still want to get married, don’t you faggot?”
“Yes, of course, Sir!”
“Good. You need to start planning it. I just want to show up, you handle all the details. I can’t be bothered with all of that stuff.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Your sister said she would help you if you need it. I could call her for you if you like.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“I think a Fall wedding sounds nice, faggot, after the summer heat.”
“Yes Sir.”
“You know, you’ve been back from that camp for just about a week now and seeing you like this, so agreeable, so willing to do anything I say, anything I ask, it just makes my dick so hard. You haven’t lied to me, stole from me, said no to me, not even when I asked you to suck off poor Mr. Coleman, and last night when I wanted you two faggots to suck my dick, you didn’t even flinch. Faggot, I don’t know exactly what happened in that camp, but fuck, I love you like this. This is the faggot I wanna marry. You feel me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, I do, Sir.”
Sir Jace glanced at his watch.
“We still have thirty minutes, more than enough time for you to suck my dick and get me off before we both have to go back to work.”
“Yes Sir.”
My Sir pushed his car seat back and reclined as I leaned over the console and took his erection down my throat. I hadn’t sucked my Sir’s cock off in his truck in years. It felt naughty doing it in pure daylight. My Sir sat back and let me take care of his tool until his spunk shot right down my throat.
“Oh fuck, that was fun, faggot. Now I can go back to the job site a little more relaxed.
“Thank you, Sir. Always happy to help, Sir.”
Sir walked in with me and Eddie stopped us.
“Did you two have a nice lunch?”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie, thank you.”
“Pheww, faggot, you have cum breath again, and wipe your chin. Take a mint, too!”
“Sorry, Mr. Eddie.”
I took a mint and shuffled off to my desk.
“Jace, you calling me a dog, what the fuck, bro. During work time?”
“Eddie, calm down, it was lunch time. I told you man, my dick is always hard seeing my faggot like this. I needed to get off.”
Eddie just shook his head.
“Jace, as long as you’re not stealing time and taking your faggot away from doing its job, I don’t care what you do.”
“Eddie, I just came in to tell you that Jimmy is set up in the place you rented, but next week it’s going to faggot camp in Sedona. The Masters were willing to fly it out there on a scholarship.”
“Well, I’m glad that worked out. One less thing to worry about. Now I can focus all of my attention on my new faggot, Bobby. Jace, you really need to meet it. Not only is it great in bed, it’s got some serious household skills, too.”
“That’s great. I’m glad for you, Eddie.”
“How about you and your faggot swing by the house Friday night. I’ll make the faggot cook us a good meal.”
“Sounds good, Eddie. See you later.”
At the end of the day, Sir honked the truck’s horn and I ran outside to meet him.
Sir Jace raced off in a hurry.
“We’re going to be late, faggot.”
“Yes Sir”, I said a little confused.
“Don’t worry, faggot, it’s going to be ok”
I had no idea what was happening or where we were going, but Sir Jace drove us to a trailer park and parked in front of one in particular.
“Come on, get out, we’re here, faggot.”
I got out and the trailer door was opened and a Black man in his mid-50’s with a cigarette dangling from his mouth was sitting at a table. It looked like he had a soldering iron and some other stuff there.
“There you are, Jace. I was giving up on you, you know I never miss happy hour at Clyde’s, and I don’t want to miss it today. I see your faggot is here, too. Let’s get this over with so we can both get out of here.”
“Sure, let me just explain to my faggot what’s going to happen.”
“Sure, hurry up, although I don’t see why it needs any explanation, it’s a faggot, it doesn’t need any explaining.”
“Faggot, I decided since you don’t use that dicklet of yours for anything other than pissing, I’m locking it up permanently. Mr. Jones is a friend of my family. I wanted to take you to someone I could trust. We’re going to unlock your dicklet and Mr. Jones is going to put a salve on your balls and groin. It is going to burn. This is necessary so you never grow hair there again and there will be no reason to ever unlock it again. Then we will lock it back up forever. Mr. Jones is an expert welder.”
“Yes Sir”, is all I could say. It this is what my Sir wanted, I had nothing to say about it.
“Alright, it’s all yours, Jamar. Thanks for doing this.”
“Anything for you, Jace. You’ve always been like a son to me.”
My Sir unlocked my cage and tossed the key in the rubbish bin.
Mr. Jones put on some gloves and squeezed the permanent hair removal salve into his hand. Then he smeared a healthy quantity over my pelvic region and I immediately howled from the stinging. It felt like I was being attacked by fire ants. My Sir squeezed my hand.
“Breathe faggot, it will be over soon. Just breathe through it.”
When Mr. Jones applied the slave to my balls I cried out again.
“Jace, you better keep your faggot under control. The neighbors are going to think I’m murdering it. I know, why don’t you let it nurse on your cock while I finish here.”
“Ok, Jamar, that’s a good idea.”
My Sir pulled his cock out from his work pants and stuffed it into my mouth. Sucking on that cock soothed me, like a baby’s pacifier.
I nursed on my Sir’s cock as the burning sensation subsided and then my Sir pulled it away and stuffed it back into his shorts. Mr. Jones used a warm washcloth to wipe away all the hair that had fallen out leaving my crotch completely bare.
“Ok, Jace, I think it’s ready now.”
“Yes, I think so, Jamar.”
Mr. Jones pulled on my small balls and placed the cock ring over my cock. Then he placed my baby carrot nub back in the sheath and it snapped in place. Mr. Jones put on a pair of goggles over his eyes and sparks flew as the cage was now permanently locked on my penis forever.
Mr. Jones tugged on the cage to make sure it was secure, then he pulled off the goggles.
“There you go, Jace. All done, now your faggot is permanently locked.”
“Yes, it sure is. Thank you, Jamar.”
My Sir pulled out his wallet to pay Mr. Jones.
“Jace, don’t insult me. Your money isn’t good here. Just give my love to your mother and don’t forget to invite me to your wedding.”
“Ok, ok, Jamar. Take care.”
“Come on faggot, pull up your pants and let’s go home.”
“Yes Sir.”
On the drive hime my Sir asked, “How do you feel, faggot?”
“Sir, I feel different.”
“Different how? Tell me, faggot.”
“I don’t know how to describe it, Sir. Neutered, castrated, emasculated…humbled. I don’t feel like a man anymore, Sir.”
“Faggot, you never were a man, you are a faggot. Now there won’t ever be any confusion. I did you a favor, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Let me see your cage, faggot. Pull down your pants.”
I pulled down my pants as we were still in the truck.
My Sir placed his hand over my little locked thumb of a dick.
“This looks so cute on you, my locked faggot. I don’t even have to see your little dick anymore. Fuck, my dick is so hard just looking at your cage, faggot. I’m gonna have to fuck you as soon as we get home!”
“Yes Sir.”
“Fuck!”
My Sir drove faster as one of his fingers found my hole.
“Fuck, your hole is already sucking my finger in. Wait until I give you my dick!”
“Yes Sir”, I moaned.
“My own personal slut, look at you.”
“Yessss Sssiir”, I groaned.
“As soon as we get home I want you out of those clothes and bent over the sofa. You hear me, faggot!”
“Yes Sir.”
My Sir drove very aggressively even passing through a red light just to get us home. My Sir threw the gear in “park” and pushed me out the door, walking briskly to the front door to unlock it. I stripped and presented my ass to my Sir. My perky white ass up high and ready, I playfully wiggled my butt.
“My faggot ready for my big dick?”
“Yes Sir”
My Sir slapped my ass around a few times before he spit into my crack and then dribbled his spit onto his cock and shoved it right up my ass. I turned my head around and nodded, “ohhh Sir, yes Sir. That feels so good, Sir.”
“I know it does, faggot. Fuck your hole is so sweet. I fucking want to breed it so badly. I fucking fixed you exactly how I fucking wanted you, faggot. Permanently locked, fucking obedient, and always horny as fuck for my big Alpha dick!”
“Ohhh yes Sir. Please Sir!”
“Begging me to fuck you, begging me to breed you, fuck thats so fucking hot, faggot. Fuck, my dick is so fucking hard for you, faggot. I’m gonna cum soon! Fuck!”
“Yes, please, Sir! Fuck and breed my hole, Sir. Fuck your faggot good, my King.”
“Say it again, faggot, turn around so I can your lips say it.”
I turned my head again, “Please fuck and breed me, my King! Fuck your faggot, Sir!”
My Sir flexed his biceps for me as I watched him pose.
“Ohhh Sir, yes, fuck me. Fill me with your cum my King!”
My Sir seemed to really get off on my adulation and worship, the more I called him my King and called myself his faggot, the harder he fucked me. My Sir always did like me to reinforce his superiority over me whether we were fucking or not.”
Oh Sir, I am your faggot, you are my King, Sir!”
I knew reciting my mantra would bring him over the edge.
“Say it again, turn around and say it to me while I breed your faggot ass!”
“I AM YOUR FAGGOT, SIR! YOU ARE MY KING, SIR!”, I said with conviction, with authenticity and sincerity.
“Fucckkk! Ooohhhhh fuuuccckkk! Oh! Ooohhhhh Fuuuccckkkk!”, my Sir had one major, intense orgasm, his torso fell onto my back while his cock was still embedded up my ass pumping his virile seed in me.
“Ohhhhh fuuuccckk! Faggot. I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I just can’t get enough of your mouth or your ass. I should have sent you to that faggot camp years ago. All that time wasted.”
“Yes Sir.”
My Sir pulled his cock out and I spun around and cleaned it off with my mouth.
My Sir tucked his cock back into his boxer briefs and pulled up his shorts, leaving his shirt on the floor.
“Bring me a beer. I’m hungry make me something to eat.”
“Yes Sir”. Of course I picked up his shirt from the floor and then I brought my Sir his beer and started dinner.
As we sat at the table he said, “I forgot to tell you, I spoke to your sister, I told her you wanted her to help you plan our wedding, but I reminded her that your primary focus had to be me, that you would need to work around that. So I think starting next week, I’ll drop you off to her place after work on Tuesday and I’ll go work out at the gym. When I’m done, I’ll pick you up.”
“Thank you, Sir. That’s exciting, Sir.”
“You know she’s the only one in your family that I trust. I know she won’t talk shit about me or try to break us up.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
My Sir just stopped eating and stared at me and smiled like a Cheshire cat. It was scaring me.
“Does it make you uncomfortable when I look at you, faggot?”
“Maybe a little, Sir”
“There’s no reason for that. I’m just so happy, every time I hear you say, “Yes Sir, Thank you, Sir”, my dick chubs. You’ve already sucked me off during lunch and I just fucked you, and now here we are, you’re serving me dinner and thanking me. Look at my shorts, faggot. You see what you do to me? My cock is throbbing!”
“Yes Sir.”
As I said it, my Sir’s cock jumped, like a reflexive spring.
“You see what I mean. I’m not lying. Your submission and obedience is more of a turn on than I could have ever imagined.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
His cock did a double jump that time.
“Fuck, faggot. I don’t even know if I can make it through dinner without blowing my load. Fuck, I might have to put a muzzle on you to keep my dick in check, otherwise I’m gonna be cumming every 10 minutes!”
“Yes Sir, whatever you think is necessary, Sir.”
“Faggot, you’re going to make me jizz my pants if you keep talking like that. Get your mouth over here, I just can’t control it. Come suck me off, faggot.”
My Sir released his cock which had been straining against the waistband of his boxer briefs and shorts, it slapped down hard on his abs with an audible thump.
My Sir had just fucked me 45 minutes prior, but you’d never know it looking at this rager of a boner.
“Don’t just stare at it, faggot. It’s not going to suck itself!”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir!”
“Quit teasing me, faggot. Just get your mouth on my dick!”
I pulled my chair out of the way and Jace pushed his back from the table to give me room to blow him. We didn’t even get through dinner and I was already back on his dick. I loved seeing my Sir so perpetually horny for me, his faggot. Had I known I could have been getting all this dick just by being a well-behaved faggot I would have changed my attitude a long time ago.
My Sir really didn’t last too long. He was on a hair trigger of cumming before I even put his cock in my mouth. I tasted my ass and his cum on his dick. All it took was a few deep throatings and his balls rose high, tightened and another barrage of his warm seed overloaded my throat.
“Thank you, Sir”, I said when I finished.
“I’m seriously thinking about duct-taping your mouth, faggot. Maybe until I figure out how to control my cock. I’ve cum three times today and if I let you run your mouth, I have no idea what could happen.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”
My Sir’s cock twitched back to life as I said it.
“Oh, faggot. I just can’t take it. I can’t walk around hard all night, faggot. Bring me the duct tape!”
I had eaten all I wanted anyway so I left him to retrieve the duct tape and handed it over to him. My Sir wrapped it around my mouth behind my bald head making sure I wouldn’t be able to speak.
“God, that’s better, but fuck…I never thought I’d live to see the day that I had to muzzle my faggot for my own protection. If we keep this up I’m gonna break my dick!”
I couldn’t speak but wanted to say, “Yes Sir”.
“We’re going to have to figure out how to dial this back a bit. Maybe it’s best if you don’t speak at all. You saw how my dick bounced every time you spoke. Let’s keep that tape over your mouth for now. Fuck, I can’t even look at you. Knowing that the cage is fixed on your little niblet of a dick forever and visible under that jock, seeing that tattoo on your chest labeling you as my faggot, it’s just too much! Fuck, my dick is boning up again! I gotta get away from you before I go nuts!”
I had no idea that being an obedient, thankful, faggot would have such an effect on my Sir. As I cleaned the dishes I was very, very confused.
“Faggot, once you’re done in the kitchen, I think it’s best that you sleep in your room tonight. You can take the tape off your face but just stay away from me for now. It’s not your fault, faggot. I just didn’t expect this and really I need some space right now. Besides, I think it’s for your own good. I might break your jaw or ruin your ass, and I really don’t want to do that, faggot.”
I ran into my bedroom and closed the door. I pulled the tape off my face and cried myself to sleep. What was going on? I thought I was my Sir’s perfect faggot, molded exactly how he wanted me, and now he couldn’t even be in the same room with me because I was too perfect.
The next morning, my Sir woke me up. I guess I overslept.
“Wake up, faggot. We’re going to be late!”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir!”
“Oh no…here we go again. Look at my cock straining already in my briefs, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, I see, Sir. Sir, do you need urinal service, Sir?”
My Sir’s bulge grew even more prominent flexing every time I said, “Sir”.
“No faggot! Are you kidding me? I think it’s best right now I keep your mouth as far away from cock as possible. I can’t keep cumming six or eight times a day, that’s just not normal.”
“Yes Sir”, I said despondently.
“Faggot, you’re killing me. You look so desperate for my dick, and look at you, you fell asleep nude, your little wiener all caged up like that.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Fuck! Come on faggot, why are you thanking me? Are you deliberately taunting me? Are you enjoying this? You see my big Alpha cock trying to tear through my briefs and you think this some kind of joke?”
“No Sir, I’m just so grateful to see you in my bed first thing in the morning, Sir. It is an honor and a privilege, Sir.”
I stared at my Sir’s bulge as I said it, pre-cum staining his black CK’s, the clear outline of his morning wood so prominent.
“Fuck, you’re like kryptonite, faggot! I have no defense, clearly my cock cannot be controlled! Alright, alright, you win! Show me that ass, faggot!”
I rolled onto my back and held my ankles up in my hands, presenting my hole to my King. I knew if I continued to revere him, he’d fuck me hard and good.
“Yes Sir, my ass is your ass, Sir, my King!”
“You’re a nasty little faggot, aren’t you! I’m gonna dick you down right now, but we’re gonna have to do something about this, I’m telling you, faggot!”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir! Please, Sir!”
Three times I saw my Sir’s cock flex in succession. Then he pulled his briefs off and it stuck out so hard like a brick.
“You see, faggot! You see what you’re doing to me? Look at my dick!”
“Yes Sir, I see it, Sir.”, and I licked my lips. “Thank you, Sir!”
“For what, I haven’t even done anything yet, faggot.”
“Thank you for your beautiful dick, Sir. It’s a masterpiece, Sir!”
“Fuck! I know it is but hearing you say it makes me just want to fuck the living shit out of you!”
My Sir spit right in my hole and angrily shoved his dick far up my butthole.
I grunted, “ohhh, yesssss Ssssiiirrr!”, slurring my words like I was drunk.
“Fuck! You evil faggot! Look at what you’ve done to me! I’m gonna fucking have to breed you again! You’re gonna be sitting funny all week after I wreck this hole! Let’s see if you’ll still be thanking me after that!”
“Ohhhh, please Sir! Wreck me, Sir. Break your faggot’s pussy, Sir!”
I had a feeling all these years my Sir’s kink was worship in all forms but in the past couple of weeks, this kink became very pronounced. My Sir always walked around thinking he was better than every one else, that everyone owed him something, that we should be paying him for his attention, that he was King of the Universe. He was conceited, rightfully so, about his looks, his body. He exuded Big Dick Energy, as he should, rightfully. Now that he had a personal faggot who was the pinnacle of perfect, it was too much for my Sir to handle.
“Ohhhh Sir, pound your faggot out, Sir! Fuck your property, Sir, fill your faggot, up, Sir!”
My Sir’s chest puffed out with all the swagger that a man of his status assumes his right. I felt so small in his boasting posture, my Sir railing me deep and harder than ever.
“Ohhh, my King! Fuck me! Fucking breed me, Sir! Claim your faggot’s pussy, Sir!”
“You little whore, I’m gonna fucking fill your ass! You’re gonna fucking get it now my faggot!”
My Sir’s fingernails left tracks in my skin as he climaxed and once again his cock exploded wildly up my hole. He was a sweaty mess.
My Sir pulled out of my ass and smacked it hard.
“Faggot, we gotta go to work. We’re going to have to figure this out later.”
