Well, I was caught between a rock and a hard place, or in my case, a perennially hard cock, my Sir’s. It seemed my reinvention had an unexpected effect on my Sir. Both of us hadn’t expected this. At first, it was fun, but after a month’s time, my Sir said it was like walking around with “Viagra Dick, which isn’t always pleasant after a prolonged period of time.
My Sir didn’t resort to duct taping my mouth shut after that first time, but we did send more time apart and I was no longer permitted to recite my mantra in his presence. I had met with my sister a couple of times to begin planning our nuptials, and my Sir had me meet with Jimmy a few times before he left for faggot camp. These hours away from my Sir were a temporary cure for his stiff cock problem.
My Sir and I no longer lunched together either, and at home, I was made to wear a shirt to cover up my tattoo and now I was wearing shorts, just the sight of my ass and cage made my Sir’s baby maker rage. My Sir tried to think of every way to eliminate “dick triggers”, as he called them.
Don’t get the wrong impression, I was still drinking piss on the daily, and I was getting a fair share of my Sir’s cock whether it be through my mouth or my hole. My Sir’s sex drive always was on high alert, but he was hell-bent on keeping it to a pace his cock could keep up with.
My Sir and I did meet Eddie’s new faggot Bobby a couple of times over the last few weeks. I can see why Mr. Eddie is so smitten with this twink. No sass, all ass, and his head game is “A+” according to my Sir. Mr. Eddie is always raving about Bobby’s culinary skills and Mr. Eddie’s house has never looked so clean. Heck, Mr. Eddie’s work clothes were creased almost as crisp as my Sir’s.
I learned that Bobby was married to his Dom and Master Abdul, for nearly seven years before he died from a terrible form of cancer. Bobby met Abdul while a student in a culinary high school in the city. Abdul was a restaurant owner who hired Bobby after he graduated and the two were together ever since. It took Bobby almost two years to get his ass back out into the dating world after Abdul’s passing, and he never expected to meet someone like Mr. Eddie. They look very happy together. Faggot Bobby seems much more mature than Jimmy ever was. If I picked up on one thing that bothered me about Bobby, it was that he seemed extremely upset to learn that his Master and I had sexual relations multiple times in the past and that we were spending at least 40 hours a week working in the same office together. When we were alone, faggot Bobby was very clear with me that I had better keep my mouth and ass away from “his man”.
I tried to explain to faggot Bobby that we have no ownership in our relationships; there is an implied imbalance of power. I explained that my Sir controls every aspect of my life as my overseer, and I, in no way, have any say who he allows to bed me and have no say in anyone he wishes to bed. I promised faggot Bobby that I would not do anything to lead Mr. Eddie on, but at the end of the day, if my Sir requests of me to give his friend, Eddie a blow job, I would have to do it, without question. I went on about what I learned a faggot camp, “always yes, never no”.
Faggot Bobby did not seem pleased with my response. Faggot Bobby would have to learn his place on his own, and knowing Mr. Eddie, that time would come very soon. Mr. Eddie’s libido is off the charts and as long as I’ve known him, he’s not a monogamous Alpha male, just like my Sir. Men like them have a right to spread their seed to any faggot they choose, that’s just how it is. I was surprised faggot Bobby didn’t know this already.
Faggot Bobby seemed to live in a fantasy world and swore his beloved Abdul was forever faithful to him. That’s just has never been my experience in my orbit. Us faggots were always at the disposal of any man, and men like my Sir took advantage.
Well, the day of reckoning had come. We were at my Sir’s place on a Saturday night and as faggot Bobby and I were cleaning up after dinner, our Alphas were in the living room smoking a little weed and had already had a few beers.
“Yo, Jace, what do you think about switching things up a little bit tonight. You know me, I always say that variety is the spice of life.”
“Eddie, you’re always saying shit like that, man. What are you getting at?”
“Jace, I was thinking it might be fun to swap faggots for the night, I’ll take your faggot home with me and you can spend the night with my faggot. Do you know how hard it’s been working with your faggot every day all these weeks knowing I got the best mouth in the city right under my nose and I haven’t been able to use it?”
“Eddie, why didn’t you tell me? You know I have no issue letting you use my faggot’s mouth. What’s mine is yours, bro.”
“Jace, I gotta keep things on the up and up with my partners. I don’t think they would approve of me using the staff.”
“Eddie, come on, that old fucker Mr. Coleman has already been using my faggot’s mouth a couple of times. He added a few hundred more to my check for it. Can you believe that?”
“Well, knowing that, now I definitely want to fuck your faggot! There’s no longer a reason to keep up this game. So what do you say?”
“Yeah, sure. I’m not gonna lie, your faggot sure does have a nice looking peach of an ass, I bet it will feel real good bouncing on my dick, haha.”
Our men were carrying on about us as if we weren’t even there. I could see faggot Bobby’s face become red as a beet and his body was visibly stressed. I had no idea he would stomp out of the living room and protest.
“No. Master Eddie, I am not just some piece of meat that you can trade like some kind of baseball card! You’re gonna fuck that whore instead of me? What that fuck, Master Eddie!”
I stood in horror witnessing this outburst. I did not want to be blamed or associated with it in any way.
“Faggot Bobby, did you just call my faggot a whore?” My Sir asked.
“Yes, Mr. Jace! You just said yourself that you pimped it out, so isn’t that the definition of a whore?”
“Faggot Bobby! What is this? Don’t embarrass me in front of my friend, you apologize right now! How dare you insult Jace’s faggot in his own home! I ought to beat you!”
“Eddie, if you don’t beat your faggot, I will! It needs to be taught a lesson!”
“Jace, I think you’re absolutely right. Faggot Bobby, you have a choice to make right now. You can walk out that door right now and never see me or my eleven inch dick again or you can apologize to my friend, Jace, take your punishment and then you spend the night here. I will not have you telling me who I can fuck. You’re just a fucking faggot, faggots need to know their place!”
Faggot Bobby looked a little sorry it had reacted so badly. It suddenly realized its surfaced jealousy put it in danger. I tried to warn faggot Bobby many times that being a faggot comes with challenges and letting go of these jealous feelings would be best for it, but it just didn’t listen.
“I’m sorry, Master Eddie. I’m sorry, ok? It’s just that the thought of you fucking another faggot is killing me. I know it’s not my right to be jealous, but I can’t help it!”
“Good faggots don’t get jealous! Look at Jace’s faggot over there. You think it came this way? No, it didn’t. That faggot has been beaten more times than you know, even went away to faggot camp. You know why that faggot is so well-behaved now? It has no fucking ego. you think you have an ego. You think “no” is an option. Well, faggot, if you’re gonna be my faggot, it’s not!”
“Yes, Master Eddie. I know I have a lot of things to work on, I’m sorry, I’m not a perfect faggot for you yet.”
“No, you are not! You still haven’t answered me, are you going to apologize to my buddy Jace and take your punishment? You know the door is right over there, you can still leave if you think being a faggot isn’t really what you want.”
“No, no, I don’t want to leave you, Master Eddie, I’m willing to do whatever you want, Master!”
“That’s much better. You can start by groveling for forgiveness. On your knees, hands behind your back!”
Faggot Bobby took to his knees and placed his hands behind his back.
“Now go on, you apologize first to me and then to Jace. I want to hear sincerity in your voice, faggot!”
“Master Eddie, please accept my apology for my behavior tonight. I know I was out of line and promise it won’t happen again, please Master I beg your forgiveness.”
“That was shit, faggot. Don’t make promises you can’t keep! You know what, Jace, I think we’re going about this the wrong way. I think we ought to cane this faggot’s ass and give it some motivation to apologize with more remorse. What do you think?”
“I think you’re right, Eddie. This faggot really needs to make amends. A good beating always helps with that. Hey, faggot, drop whatever it is that you’re doing in the kitchen and bring me my cane!”
I was drying the pots and pans trying to keep myself useful and out of the way when all of this was going down.
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”
I hadn’t had to go into my Sir’s large black toy chest in so long. I found the cane under the floggers, single tail whips, paddles and riding crops. My body shuddered thinking about all those times I was on the receiving end of those instruments. Since going to faggot camp, those were distant memories, thankfully.
I retrieved two of my Sir’s favorite Dragon Rattan whipping canes with black kangaroo leather handles. They were expensive, but very effective. I might have smirked knowing that spoiled faggot Bobby was gonna get his ass handed to him.
I bowed as I presented them to my Sir, making sure I had no expression on my face. The last thing I wanted to do was give my Sir any reason to think I would enjoy this.
“Eddie, it’s your faggot, why don’t you do the honors. I’m happy to step in if you like.”
Mr. Eddie took one of the canes from my open hands and my Sir took the other.
My Sir turned to me and said, “Faggot, why don’t you go to your room. You don’t need to see this. I’m sure you have other things to do.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
My Sir gave me a death stare because his cock was reacting again to my words of gratitude. I ran off before he used the cane on me and closed my door. I busied myself by rearranging my closet.
Even with a closed door, I could hear faggot Bobby’s wailing as its Master Eddie struck it with the cane. It sounded like a wounded animal, its screaming permeated the walls. There was no doubt Master Eddie was really lacing into it. I didn’t feel sorry at all for that faggot, he had it coming. I had warned it. It was all justified. I was feeling some sort of satisfaction every time I heard that faggot beg for mercy.
Master Eddie was so animated I could hear him say, “alright Jace, your turn. Show this faggot what happens when it insults you in your house!”
“Alight Eddie. Hold your faggot down, I don’t want it jumping around! Faggot, raise that ass up! No slouching!”
Lord knows I’ve heard my Sir utter those very same words to me. He insisted I take my punishment with dignity, with respect, no slouching, keeping that ass raised high throughout.
I actually heard the crack of the cane across faggot Bobby’s ass and the guttural cry that followed. My Sir lashed that ass over and over again until he broke faggot Bobby’s will. Faggot Bobby was pleading for mercy now, begging both men for forgiveness, kissing their feet, it was a much more inspired apology than before.
Faggot Bobby may have ah learned its lesson for now, but there would always be a next time until it let go of its sense of self righteousness. I know because I had to learn the hard way, and faggot Bobby’s journey was just beginning.
About 15 minutes after all the drama had concluded, my Sir entered my room without knocking. I had some clothes on hangars on my bed still working on my cleaning my closet.
“Faggot, get your things, you’re going to Eddie’s tonight. I’ll come get you after breakfast. Just don’t cause any trouble tonight, do whatever he says and make me proud, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”
“Faggot, you gotta stop saying that, ok? I don’t even know what you’re thanking me for.”
“Sir, I’m thankful for you, Sir. For allowing me to please you, Sir.”
My Sir rolled his eyes because I have said the same words over and over again, and meant them.
“I know, I know, faggot. Just get ready, you have five minutes.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir.”
I grabbed a small bag, put my toothbrush in it along with a new jock for the morning. I put on some clothes for the ride back to Eddie’s and I presented myself in the living room.
Faggot Bobby was still on its knees groveling and blubbering like an idiot. Its ass was striped and very very red. They even hit its upper thighs. It looked gruesome and painful. Even seeing it, I didn’t feel
sorry for it.
“Ok, Jace, I think our ride is here. See you in the morning.”
I walked out with Mr. Eddie and didn’t even think about what would happen with my Sir and faggot Bobby. Not my concern, not my business.
We piled into the Uber and Mr. Eddie said, “faggot, let’s forget about what happened tonight, let’s just have a good time. I can’t wait to get your mouth on my dick!”
The Uber driver gave us a curious look in the rear view mirror and smirked when Mr. Eddie placed my hand on his crotch. Maybe caning his faggot aroused him? His eleven inches were surely raging.
When we arrived to his place Mr. Eddie slapped my ass playfully and sent me to his bedroom.
Mr. Eddie had me strip down to my jock and he pulled off all his clothes. His boner hung between his thighs like a third leg. I wondered for a moment if walking around with such a big dick bothered Mr. Eddie at all like some women who have shared how uncomfortable it is to have big breasts.
Well, at this moment, Mr. Eddie didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. In fact, he looked like he was ready to pounce on me.
“Faggot, I’ve been wanting to feel those lips wrapped around my cock for months. Get over here!”
Mr. Eddie pointed to the carpet, the very spot he wanted me to be so I could suck him.
I took to my knees and lowered myself before him. Our eyes danced as he looked through me. He licked his lips, in anticipation of mine getting to work. He nodded his head up and down.
Just when he was about to push my face on his cock, I stuck my tongue out and I beat it repeatedly. My hand wrapped around that longboard of a dick as I beat my tongue with it like a drum. Then I smacked it against my cheek several times, a little cock snot wetting my cheek.
“Faggot, quit playing games. Open that goddamn mouth!”
Mr. Eddie leered at me with a nasty, angry, look.
I opened my mouth and said, “aaahhhh” before I lunged forward, removing my hand so I could swallow all of it. Mr. Eddie’s cock is long, but thankfully not too thick. I’d conquered that flagpole many times before. Mr. Eddie pushed my head down with both his hands his lips formed an “O” as he watched me take him down to balls in amazement.
“Ohhh fuck! Unbelievable!”
I felt my throat constricting around this intruder. My eyes began to tear and needed to breathe. I tapped on Mr. Eddie’s thighs and he finally let go. I coughed a little and saw thick strings of wet goo falling from his shaft.
“Again, faggot, open up!”
Mr. Eddie’s fingers intertwined around the back of my head as he pushed his cock inside, using my own saliva as lube to slide it back down to the hilt, my nose tickled by Eddie’s greying thick and curlies.
Once again I had to tap out after flailing about. Shit, if air wasn’t a requirement for life, Mr. Eddie would have used me like a fuck doll, although he was throating me like a fleshlight.
I must have looked a wreck, my eyes glassy, slime all over my face and chest, my face flushed, snot bubbles from my nose, Mr. Eddie kept saying how he was gonna make sure to skull fuck me since he didn’t know the next time it was gonna happen.
Mr. Eddie pulled me up to his bed and pushed a pillow under my torso. He kneeled below me and spread my hole in his hands and spit into it, using his finger to swirl around my balloon knot. He dripped more and then pushed his index finger through my ring, stretching out the perimeter in circular motions. My fuck hole pushed back on it, hungry to take more. Mr. Eddie reached into his dresser drawer with his free hand and threw me a bottle of poppers and for him, more lube.
“Last time I had you in my bed you were my hand puppet, faggot. Your hole is opening up so easy for me. I already have three fingers in that hungry pussy.”
I hadn’t taken any fist in quite some time, but Mr. Eddie wasn’t wrong, my hole was loose. I propped myself up on my knees.
“Ohhhh yeah, that pussy wants more doesn’t it, faggot? Go on, take a hit and let’s see what we can do.”
I opened the brown bottle and took deep hits in each nostril. I felt that warm wave of pleasure pass through me, and right it it’s peak, Mr. Eddie’s hand fell inside up to his wrist. It felt absolutely glorious!
My hole felt so alive, every nerve ending sent waves of delight through me.
I took another round off the brown magic bottle and Mr. Eddie began to punch it out, moving his closed fist rapidly right at my entrance, stretching my pussy lips wide and making me groan. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head.
Mr. Eddie pulled his fist out and I felt my hole twitching, it felt so empty.
Mr. Eddie rolled me onto my back and placed my legs up on his shoulders. He nodded toward the brown bottle and I took a third round. Mr. Eddie had applied more lube and pushed right back inside with ease, once again I groaned in high pitched tones, praising God himself on how glorious I was feeling.
Mr. Eddie’s free hand was jerking his cock. I could hear how the lube sounded as he stroked it.
“You want my dick, too, faggot? I know you do.”
“Yes, please, Mr. Eddie, give it to me!”
Mr. Eddie grabbed onto my cock cage as a handle as he guided his very wet cock toward my hole, using that clingy crown to pry a space over his wrist. When my hole popped open to take it, my heart skipped a beat. The stretch was out of this world, sending me flying into another dimension.
Mr. Eddie’s cock bottomed out.
“Take another hit, faggot. Let’s get you all poppered up!”
As soon as I closed the little cap, Mr. Eddie pulled his cock and fist back and then thrusted forward. Mr. Eddie was slowly pulling back and then pushing forward, picking up a little speed gradually.
“Again, make it a big one, faggot! We’re gonna wreck your pussy tonight!”
I was so ready. I grabbed onto my ankles to spread my hole open, nodding my head.
“Please, punch it out, Mr. Eddie! Wreck my pussy!”
It was exactly what Mr. Eddie wanted to hear. Mr. Eddie’s fist and brick hard cock ride me hard and fast! I hadn’t had an orgasm in weeks, but I had back to back assgasms, a pool of my sperm collected over my cage and in my pelvis, my hole grinding down and squeezing, maximizing the intensity. That caused Mr. Eddie to growl like a grizzly bear. He yanked his fist out and his cock shot off like a bottle rocket up my sloppy, gaping hole.
Mr. Eddie fell on top of me, my cum slick and sticky between us.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Oh faggot! That was off the fucking charts!”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
“I hope Jace doesn’t get pissed that I excavated your pussy!”
“Mr. Eddie…”
“Yes, faggot, what is it?”
“My Sir is going to be very mad at me, not you. I stole two orgasms from him. I am not supposed to cum without my Sir’s permission.”
“No, faggot, don’t you worry. He left you in my charge tonight. I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
“Or we could just keep this our little secret? Jace doesn’t have to know.”
“Mr. Eddie, I could never lie to my Sir, he needs to know.”
“That faggot camp really changed you, didn’t it? Fine, I’ll tell him, now why don’t we get some sleep.”
“Yes, good night, Mr. Eddie.”
“Good night, faggot.”
