I woke up the next morning next to Mr. Eddie with a very well-used hole. My eyes blinked open and Mr. Eddie was already awake staring at me like I was a piece of meat.
“Morning, faggot. Jace won’t be here for a while and I ain’t done using that pussy just get. If you thought I wasn’t gonna take advantage of having you here in my bed again, you’re seriously mistaken, faggot.
Mr. Eddie straddled my chest and beat my face with his long Black morning wood. It clapped against my dry lips. Mr. Eddie placed his cock between my lips and pressed forward, feeding me just the crown as he moved it side to side with his hand at the base.
“Open up, faggot! Let me get more of that throat!”
I opened wider and Mr. Eddie’s ass lifted from my chest and angled so he could pass all of his inches through my mouth, even lifted my chin so the position was just right. I hadn’t even been awake for 3 minutes and I had eleven inches of dick meat down my gullet.
Mr. Eddie restrained my wrists with his hands as he smoothly and swiftly rocked his pelvis feeding me that anaconda of a dick.
Mr. Eddie flipped me onto my stomach and then reached under me to pull my ass up high and my head was in the mattress. Mr. Eddie pumped some lube in his hand and rubbed it all over his fuckstick, Mr. Eddie pulled my arms back and shoved his cock deep up my crack stuffing all his inches as I helplessly grunted. My shoulders were burning as he pulled my arms back harder digging deeper into my trench.
Mr. Eddie placed my arms behind my back now and held them together by the wrists like a handle continuing to batter my hole, churning all the lube and cum from the night before.
Finally, Mr. Eddie repositioned once more, his foot on the back of my head pressing down as he hammered his load deep up my bowels. Mr. Eddie held his cock in my ass as I felt it soften a bit and then he sighed letting his piss rip and flow filling me with urine, my tummy was feeling bloated.
Mr. Eddie was careful to pull out slowly and directed me to use the bathroom. Just as I was done expelling all that cum and lube I washed my hands and Mr. Eddie’s doorbell rang.
Mr. Eddie pulled on some shorts and ran downstairs. My clothes were downstairs so I followed naked and quietly dressed when Mr.Eddie opened his front door.
I was bursting with so much energy and thankful to see my Sir. I missed him so much that when he stepped inside I began to kiss his boots.
“That’s enough, faggot. Get up!”, my Sir yelled down to me.
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
I caught a glimpse of faggot Bobby. He looked terribly disheveled like he hadn’t slept, his hair matted down and wet, and there was dried cum all over his face. I realized by the stench that my Sir likely had pissed on faggot Bobby’s head. I doubt faggot Bobby enjoyed his overnight stay with my Sir.
“Hey Jace, would you like my faggot to make us some coffee?”
“Yes, that sounds good, hey faggot why don’t you help faggot Bobby get us some breakfast.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
My Sir grunted at me for thanking him again and we both left to the kitchen. Faggot Bobby didn’t want to talk, and it was so uncomfortable, neither did I. Our silence meant we could eavesdrop on our Alphas.
“Jace, did my faggot give you any trouble last night.”
“Eddie, your faggot was trouble last night, even after we caned its ass. Your faggot fought me all night, I was so fed up with it I made it sleep in my faggot’s room. But don’t you worry, this morning I was determined to show your faggot that it wasn’t gonna get away with it, so I dragged it by its hair into the bathroom, pissed all over it in the tub and then gave it a facial I told it to get dressed and here we are. I never even got to fuck your faggot’s ass. You need to do something, Eddie, your faggot is out of control.”
“Jace, you’re right. I didn’t expect this from it. Things were going well, maybe too well. I’ll handle it and I’m sure the next time it will be begging you to fuck it.”
“I can only hope so. What about my faggot? Any trouble?”
“None at all. Your faggot was perfect. I do need to tell you something though.”
“Oh, what is that? What did my faggot do now?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I was fisting and fucking your faggot and it nutted hands-free, twice! Your faggot was so upset. I told it that since it was under my supervision, it was fine. It is fine, isn’t it Jace? Not a big deal?”
“Eddie, man, I loan you my faggot for a night and you steal two orgasms from me? I don’t blame it, I blame you! Now you gotta pay me back somehow, it’s only fair, Eddie?”
“Yes, yes, of course you are right. I should have cleared it with you first. I’ll tell you what, since you didn’t get to fuck my faggot last night, I’m gonna let you fuck it right now. I wanna pay back my debt right away.”
“Yeah, Eddie, that will work. That faggot needs a good dick down.”
Faggot Bobby looked frightened to hear his ass was about to get fucked. I smirked at it, it sounded like he gave my Sir a hard time last night, and any faggot who upsets my Sir gets what it deserves.
“Faggot Bobby, get over here!”
Faggot Bobby stopped what it was doing and slowly walked out to the sitting room.
“Yes, Master Eddie?”
“Jace told me you were being a little shit last night. I can’t tell you how disappointed I am. You’re my faggot, you represent me. You dishonored my reputation last night.”
“I’m sorry, Master Eddie.”
“You really think apologies are gonna fix it? No, we are well beyond that now. I can think of another way to make it up to my buddy, Jace. Any idea what that would be?”
“No, Master Eddie”, faggot Bobby said as he trembled. His own bladder betrayed him and he pissed in this jock down to the rug.
“Look what you have done to my rug, faggot! You will have to clean that later! Look at how you are embarrassing me, embarrassing yourself!”
“I’m so so sorry, Master EddieI will get rent a carpet cleaner from Home Depot and clean the rug later, I promise, Master Eddie!”
“Yes, you will, but right now you have other plans.”
Faggot Bobby loudly gulped.
“Hey, faggot, come in here please.”, Mr. Eddie summoned me.
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
“Go upstairs and get some towels for me. I don’t want my faggot getting the sofa dirty.”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
I ran up and found some towels and Mr. Eddie said I should place them over the sofa.
“Present your ass on the sofa, faggot!”
Faggot Bobby bent over the sofa and his wet jock framed his striped and bruised globes from the beating he took the night before.
“Jace is gonna fuck your ass now, faggot. No trouble and not a word out of you!”
Faggot Bobby dropped his head in defeat.
My Sir pointed to the floor and I fished his cock out and got it hard and wet.
My Sir lined his cock to faggot Bobby’s ass and plunged in, balls deep, causing faggot Bobby to squeal. My Sir open palm slapped faggot Bobby’s ass as he withdrew his cock and plunged in a second time, this time I saw him lunge forward, my Sir’s balls almost going into faggot Bobby’s hole!
Mr. Eddie and I watched my Sir brutally batter faggot Bobby’s hole, aggressive, slapping that ass hard, hammering that hole and we watched that balloon knot begin to gape open as my Sir’s thickness stretched those lips out. My Sir was a beast, growling like a big brown bear when he loaded faggot Bobby’s hole.
“Now we are even, Jace. Faggots, now I think we can use that coffee!”
My Sir stuffed his cock back into his jeans and we retreated back to the kitchen. The coffee had brewed and I was getting some cream and sugar to put onto a tray.
Just when I was about to take the tray to the men, faggot Bobby gripped my wrist.
“So did he fuck you?”
“Yes, he did.”
“Did you like it?”, faggot Bobby asked.
“Yes, I did. Are you trying to get us in trouble? Just do as you’re told!”
“Fuck you, whore!”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that and I’m going to serve our men this coffee!”
I brought the tray out and Mr. Eddie asked, “everything alright in there, faggot?”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie. Faggot Bobby was just telling me where the cream and sugar were.”
My Sir looked at me funny.
“Faggot, what are you hiding? I know that look. You haven’t had that lying look on your face since before faggot camp!”
“Sir, please. It’s fine, Sir.”
“Faggot, I’ll decide if it’s fine! Tell me what the fuck are you hiding?”
“Ok, Sir. Faggot Bobby called me a whore. Faggot Bobby asked if Mr. Eddie fucked me and asked if I liked it. I was honest and said yes, and told faggot Bobby he was going to get us in trouble, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir!”
“Faggot, I don’t like it when you hide things from me and I’m glad that told me. Eddie, you really need to do something about that new faggot of yours. I bet you when Jimmy comes back from that camp you might want to reconsider your living arrangement. I’m not liking your new faggot, Eddie, but that’s just me. I’m taking my faggot home now, it doesn’t need to be corrupted by yours. I’ll see you on Monday, Eddie.”
Sir Jace walked me to his truck and said we should go out to eat. My Sir took me to Waffle House and we sat in a booth.
“So, twice, huh, faggot?”
“I’m sorry Sir?
“Eddie said you came twice.”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I told Eddie I wasn’t going to blame you, and I’m a man of my word, but I am warning you, you steal any more orgasms from me, then I’m gonna have something to say about it. You hear me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir.”
“I gotta tell you, faggot, being around that unruly faggot Bobby overnight made me appreciate you even more. Just think not even six months ago you were just like it, maybe even worse. Look at you now, you’re perfect!”
My Sir pinched my cheek.
“Thank you, Sir. So are you, Sir.”
“I really missed having you in my bed last night, faggot. I don’t know if I wanna swap you out anymore. Loaning you out is fine, I gotta share you with my boys, but nothing overnight.”
“Yes Sir. I am just so happy to be with you, and I appreciate you so much, Sir.”
My Sir darted his eyes downward toward his crotch.
“Damn it, faggot. I just buried my nut in that undeserving swine and now you got my dick jumping again. Are you trying to get me to fuck you, is that what you’re doing, faggot?”
“Sir, I was just letting you know how I feel, Sir. That’s all, Sir.”
My Sir didn’t look like he believed me.
“Well, I’m not gonna fuck you. We got other plans. Let me pay the check and let’s get out of here.”
“Yes Sir.”
I gave up on asking my Sir any questions. I didn’t want to piss my Sir off. It was far easier just to follow his lead.
We jumped in the truck, my Sir allowed me to sit up front with him. I buckled my seat belt and my Sir turned his head to look at me.
“Sir?”
“You’re not going to ask me where we’re going, faggot?”
“Sir, I am sure wherever we are going will be great. Thank you, Sir.”
We both noticed his dick jump in his loose shorts again.
“Well, it’s a surprise, faggot.”
My Sir turned on the radio and we drove to the other side of the city and we were downtown near some fancy hotels.
My Sir pulled into the parking lot of the Four Seasons. I had no idea why we were there.
My Sir said I should get out and follow him. We were now in the lobby. People were dressed nicely and stared at the collar around my neck. I wondered what they would have thought if I had been leashed, too.
My Sir grabbed my shoulders and we walked towards the banquet hall office.
My Sir knocked on the door, and a very flamboyant, bleach blonde man who was maybe 5’8” with blue eyes wearing a suit greeted us.
“Jason Robinson?”
“Yes, and this is my fiancé.”
“Great to meet you both, have a seat. I am Christian, but you can call me Chris.”
“Nice to meet you, Chris”, my Sir said.
“So it looks like we received a call from your fiancé’s sister earlier in the week to reserve one of our banquet halls for June? Is that right?”
“Yes, I’m here to put down the deposit, Chris.”
“Excellent, excellent. Would you both like to see the banquet hall first?”
“Hey faggot, what do you think?”
Chris seemed taken aback by my Sir calling me faggot in front of him, but I thought he might be able to relate.
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”, I said excitedly.
My Sir’s cock twitched again in his shorts and this time Chris even noticed.
“Well, follow me, Sir.”
“Hey Chris, I’m not your Sir, you can just call me Jace and you can call my fiancé faggot. You got it, Chris?”
“Yes, Jace.”
We followed Chris to the banquet hall and it was gorgeous. It was like a dream. I bent down on my knees and kissed my Sir’s basketball shoes.
“Oh Sir, this is beautiful, Sir. Thank you, Sir! Our wedding is going to be spectacular, Sir!”
My Sir stood with his arms crossed, soaking in the public adulation. Chris looked very, very uncomfortable.
“What’s the matter, Chris? Is my faggot making you uncomfortable? It’s just thanking me like a good faggot should. Nothing to be nervous about here.”
Then my Sir looked down at me.
“You’re very welcome, faggot. I think our wedding will be spectacular, too. Why don’t you stand up and let’s get Chris that check.”
I saw Chris checking my Sir’s bulge as he adjusted it in his shorts.
My Sir caught him, too.
“Chris, you know if you take a picture it lasts longer.”
“Huh? I’m sorry. Yes, let’s go back to my office so we get you on your way.”, trying to brush it off.
We walked back to the office and my Sir took his checkbook out of his pocket. Before he handed Chris the check, he asked, “Chris, have I seen you at the bar on St. Paul Street? You know the one I’m talking about. I may not remember names, but I remember faces.”
Chris turned beet red. He was busted.
“Yes, I’ve been there before.”
“I know you have. Like I said, I never forget a face.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember seeing you, Jace.”
“No, you were busy in the back room. I don’t think you would have seen me.”
Chris was even more crimson now…the back room was always busy with guys getting it on.
“Ohhh yeah, hehe.”
“No need to be embarrassed, Chris. We all have needs you know. Anyway, here’s your check, and maybe I’ll see you around at the bar, Chris.”
My Sir grabbed my wrist and we left Chris’s office. My Sir chuckled on the way to the car.
“Did you see how Chris was undressing me with his eyes, faggot? I should have locked his office door and fucked that boy’s face. Maybe we could’ve gotten a discount, haha!”
“Yes Sir.”
“I did see that faggot at the bar on his knees sucking dick. I think it was a few months ago. Small world, isn’t it faggot?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You know what, faggot? Seeing that boy salivate over me made me horny as fuck. I’m gonna take you home now so I can bang the shit out of that ass!”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”
“Fuck me! No, I can’t wait that long. My cock is dripping. I’m gonna find someplace to pull over and I’m gonna bang that ass in the back seat. That’s what I’m gonna do. Faggot, pull down your jeans and show me that hole!”
I undid the seatbelt and pulled off my jeans. I leaned my head outside the car window and bent over fully exposing my globes to my Sir.
My Sir rubbed his hand all over my ass while he hunted for a good place to park.
We landed in a secluded parking lot with the truck parked under a tree. My Sir unclicked his seatbelt and attacked my ass, parting my ass with his hands and sticking his tongue right up my ass. His beard felt like steel wool, so bristly against my smooth pasty skin.
I began to moan like a bitch as my Sir’s hot breath and wet mouth slathered around my fuck chute. Mr. Eddie’s load was dripping out all over my Sir’s face and beard.
“That dirty bastard, did Eddie fuck you this morning, faggot? Is that what I’m eating?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Well, I dint need no lube. I was gonna fuck you in the back seat, but I think I’m gonna fuck you just like this. Keep your head out the window like the dog that you are, haha!
My Sir maneuvered himself so he could mount my hole and opened it right up with his fat stick. Mr. Eddie’s load served well as slick frothy lube.my Sir slapped my ass around as he deep stroked it, banging my lights out until he delivered a fresh cream pie up my bum.
My Sir pulled out and we cleaned up a bit before heading back to the house.
By this time it was already late Sunday afternoon. I was very behind on my household chores since I hadn’t been home all weekend. Naturally, I stripped down to my jock and began to pick up around the house, get laundry going, clean my Sir’s bathroom, etc.
I was working nearly three hours straight. My Sir was watching ESPN and drinking beer, getting a little high.
“Hey, faggot come here.”
“Yes Sir, how can I help you, Sir.”
“Faggot, have a seat right here”, he said patting his lap.
I sat on his lap and my Sir rubbed my back.
“Faggot, I just wanna tell you how happy I am with you. You really take good care of me, faggot.”
“I love you, Sir. I love taking care of you, Sir. You are my King, Sir!”
“Just think, faggot, just four months and you’re gonna be my bride. You and me is gonna be married and you ain’t never gonna leave me.”
“Sir, I won’t ever leave you, I love you, Sir!”
I realized I hadn’t recited my mantra in days. It seemed appropriate to do so now. I took to my knees and bent down to kiss my Sir’s feet.
“I am your faggot, Sir. You are my King!” I repeated these words over and over again until my Sir pulled me up from the floor and kissed me.
“Yes, yes, you are my favorite faggot, and I sure am your King. don’t you forget it! Now, why don’t you get dressed and get us some dinner. We both gotta work in the morning.”
