Sandwiched between Eddie and Sir Jace, i was careful not to wake them up as I crept into the bathroom to perform my hygienic necessities. I always make sure caring for myself does not interfere with time needed to tend to Sir Jace’s needs.
Anticipating both Alpha men would require my urinal services first thing in the morning, I scurried off to brew some coffee and returned to the bedroom and knelt next to the bed in ready position.
Sir Jace was first to rise. I never get tired of witnessing Sir’s morning stretch. That body, carved so perfectly from years of hard labor always makes me feel so in awe of this Alpha man. If I were a sculptor, I’d definitely choose his body to model for a statue, then I would pay homage and worship it every day.
Without saying a word to me, Sir Jace saddled up to me, already naked I simply just opened my mouth and accepted his soft cock into my mouth, formed a very tight seal, and Sir Jace sighed as he relieved himself down my throat. The first piss in the morning is usually the one that has the most tangy of flavors as it hits my taste buds, I’d say even sour. Always a heavy flow of piss coming out of Sir’s bladder. For a real piss connoisseur like me, it’s a delicious treat I look forward to every morning I am with him. I’m excited by the idea of living with Sir Jace permanently since I’ll begin my day with his urine every morning!
After Sir wiped my cock on my cheek, he spit into my mouth and took off to the bathroom to shower, etc.. As that was happening, Eddie’s eyes opened.
“Good Morning, faggot.”
“Morning, Eddie.”
“I need to urinate, you mind helping me out?”
“Not at all. My Sir would expect me to.”
I walked over to Eddie’s bedside and he stood above me as I drank from the tap. There was so much, a lesser experienced piss bucket would have splashed and made a mess. I was able to manage and earnestly slurped every last drop.
Eddie rubbed the top of my head and said, “thank you, faggot.”
Sir Jace walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Hey, Good Morning, Eddie. You sleep well?”
“Yes, I did, thanks to your faggot curing my blue balls. I know I keep saying it, but you really are a lucky man, Jace. Your faggot is truly perfect.”
“Thanks, like I said, it didn’t come that way. Took years of training and still my faggot is a work in progress. The bathroom is all yours if you want to freshen up. Hey faggot, make us some breakfast.”
“Yes Sir. Coffee is already brewed and I have your newspaper on the counter for you, Sir.”
“You see, Jace, I never get that kind of service from any of the faggots I’ve taken in. Jimmy was useless.”
Eddie went to shower and I busied myself in the kitchen as Sir Jace put on a pair of sweatpants and sat at the counter drinking coffee and reading the paper.
I served Jace poached eggs, Canadian bacon and an English muffin and set it down for him, then refilled his coffee mug.
“Listen up, faggot. You got a lot to do today. I’m going to get some boxes and you’re gonna start packing this place up. The seller is anxious to offload the house and the closing date has moved up to next weekend.”
“That’s exciting, Sir! I’m glad to pack your things!”
“Thats the right attitude. Who’s your King, faggot?
“You are, Sir. You are my King!”, I said so proudly.
As I said it, Eddie appeared in his boxers.
“You always make your faggot call you King, Jace”
“Eddie, you have to remind a faggot several times a day who is in charge. I make my faggot say it out loud every day!”
“Gotcha. You know, Jace, maybe I need to spend more time with you to learn how you keep your faggot in line. I must be doing something wrong.”
“Always happy to help. I think your first mistake has been your selection. You go for the young twinks. They may look pretty but they ain’t got no skills. We gotta find you an experienced faggot. After my move next week, we’ll work on it. I promise.”
“You’re a great friend, Jace.”
I served Eddie a plate of breakfast and he ate it like he hadn’t rated in months.
“Mmmm mmmm, this was great. I haven’t had a home cooked breakfast in so long.”
“I told you, my faggot can cook. Glad you enjoyed it.”
“Eddie, what you got going on today? I’m gonna get some boxes and let the faggot start packing up? Wanna go bowling or shoot some hoops?”
“That sounds great, haven’t been to the basketball courts in awhile maybe we can get a pick-up game.”
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Fast forward just two weeks and Sir Jace and I were cohabiting full-time. Now in a three bedroom home, Sir Jace had gifted me with my very own bedroom, however it was clear that I was to use it only when my Sir might be entertaining overnight guests. The spare bedroom served as Sir’s home office.
It took some getting used to that all of my paycheck was now surrendered to my Sir. If I needed lunch money or money for anything else, I had to ask like a child.
One day while at work, my friend Sammy, another faggot, asked if I was free for drinks after work. Naturally, I had to obtain permission for this outing and would require asking Sir Jace for money.
I sent a message to Sir, who did not like it when I bothered him during a work day.
“Good afternoon, Sir.”
“What do you want faggot, I’m busy.”
“May I please meet my friend Sammy after work for a drink?”
Sir called me.
“Faggot, who is Sammy?”
“Sammy is my friend. He is a faggot like me and has a Master.”
“I’ll meet you there, send me the time. I need to know who you are hanging out with.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir, my King!”
“Who do you belong to, faggot?”
I said it quite loudly, “I’m YOUR FAGGOT, SIR. YOU ARE MY KING, SIR!”
“That’s right, never forget it!”
I let Sammy know that I was permitted to meet him, but that Sir Jace would be supervising our visit.
Sammy sounded distressed by this, but understood my limitations.
Sammy is built similar to me. He is a little shorter, also smooth and toned, but is permitted to grow his brown hair which is always buzzed short. He has blue eyes, and is also a locked faggot. He’s been with his Master since he was 20 years old so it has been almost twenty years.
Sir Jace said if I arrived before him I was forbidden to enter the bar. I was to wait for him outside. I was out there for almost fifteen minutes when I saw his figure approaching in the distance. As he got closer, I saw my leash in his hands. When he saw me, I was quickly tethered and brought inside, kneeling behind him as he sat up on a bar stool.
Sir Jace ordered us a couple of beers, he passed mine down to me and made small talk with the bartender.
When Sammy approached us, he seemed a little unsure of how to engage with us. I was kneeling on the disgusting bar floor while my Sir was enjoying himself.
“Ahhh, hey, Richie, how’s it going?”, he asked me.
That caught Sir’s attention.
“What did you just call my faggot, boy?”
“Richie?, is that not ok, Sir?”
“No, it is not ok. Just call it faggot. No name is needed. And I am not your Sir. Why did you want to meet my faggot today? Any business of my faggot’s is all my business.”
“I, uhhh, I ummm, I wanted to tell Richie something important, oh I meant, I wanted to tell your faggot something important.”
“Go on, whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“My Master gave me a week to move out. He has taken in a new, younger slave. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Sammy began to sob uncontrollably and my Sir embraced him in his big arms and attempted to sooth him.
“You know, this might be your lucky day. My buddy, Eddie, has been searching high and low for a faggot. Before I recommend you, I need to try you out, seewhat you got. You feel me, boy?”
I was becoming infuriated with Sir Jace and with Sammy. I was raging with jealously. How could my Sir offer himself up like that right in front of my face. I silently and secretly hoped Sammy would turn down the offer out of respect for our friendship.
“Sir, you’ve only just met me. Are you seriously trying to help me?”
“Any friend of my faggot is a friend of mine. Of course I am serious!”
Sir saw me turning red with rage and my face looked like a petulant child.
“Why the face, faggot? Can’t you see I’m trying to help your friend? I’m doing this for you! You better fix that face and show some appreciation before I do it for you, faggot!”
“I’m sorry, Sir. Thank you, Sir!” I tried to say it like I meant it but there is no hiding anything from my Sir.
“I was gonna let Eddie have you for the night to keep you occupied, but I think it may be better to have you around in case we need anything later. Would you like that, faggot? You want to watch me fuck your friend?”
There was no right answer to the question.
“Whatever you think is best, Sir. I am at your service always, Sir!”
“Fucking faggot! You better watch yourself!”
Sammy looked over to me pleading for my forgiveness. I just looked away, too mad to make amends.
“Alright then, let me settle on the tab and get this audition started. Hope you brought your A game with you.”
Sir clipped the leash onto my collar and I walked behind Sir Jace and Sammy on our way back to our new home, or I should say, Sir Jace’s new home.
Sir Jace and Sammy sat on the sofa.
“Go get us some refreshments, faggot and then I want you to kneel right there!”, pointing to a good spot on the carpet where I’d see it all
I watched as Sir Jace pulled off his shirt and made Sammy smell his ripe pits. Sir knows how much I love that and he looked right at me as he pushed Sammy’s head in there tightly.
“Go on, boy, take a good whiff. Clean out my pit, let me see why you can do with that tongue.”
I could sense Sammy’s desperate attempt to please and live up to Sir Jace’s expectations and standards. Sir lifted both arms up and flexed his biceps. Sammy kissed those softball-sized muscles and then worked his way back to Sir’s armpits, making little piggy noises.
“That’s it little piggy, get in there and clean em good!”
I looked away. It made me sick to my stomach to watch another faggot service my Sir, my King!
“Hey, faggot, you look over here! If I see you look away even once I’m coming for you with the cane!”
I looked on as Sir Jace pulled off his jeans and threw his briefs at me.
“Stuff those in your mouth, faggot!”
I knew why he made me do that. He wanted to remind me of what I’m missing, to teach me a lesson. As I’ve said many times before, Sir Jace knows how to fuck with my head, how to manipulate me to bend to HIS will.
“Alright, that was just a warm-up boy. Get down on my dick. No teeth, you hear me! I feel ya teeth on my dick I’m gonna hurt you!”
Sammy had a look of lust in his eyes. He knew the next few moments could determine his fate. Sammy had years of experience sucking his Master’s cock, and anyone else that he was made to service orally, but I know that my Sir expects no gagging and a deep throat. For the first few minutes, Sir let Sammy lick his cock and his balls, using his hand and his mouth to stimulate his big dick. I could see in Sir’s eyes, and by the way his face scowled, this was subpar.
“Open your mouth up, boy. Quit pussyfooting. You want this dick or what?”
“Mmmm hmmm, yeth thir!”, Sammy mumbled with a mouth full of dick.
“You’re gonna have to do better than this if you want me to refer you to Eddie. Any faggot can do what you’re doing. Show me you need this dick, that you want my dick down your throat, boy!”
Sammy tried to do his best, but it just wasn’t happening. Sir Jace decided to take matters into his own hands and backed Sammy up against the wall, held his face in his hands, and forced his cock deeper into Sammy’s mouth. the poor guy was turning red and his eyes were bloodshot, tearing, his hands flailing against Sir Jace’s thighs as he attempted to take a breath.
Sir pulled out only to give Sammy a half a second to regroup and forced his dick even further the second time.
“Breathe through your nose, boy. You can do it, almost there. You’re gonna get my dick one way or another!”
Sir Jace was mercilessly shredding Sammy’s throat. His Master must have had a smaller dick or allowed Sammy to use his hands. Sammy tried that, but Sir just swatted his hands away. Twenty or so minutes into this skull fuck, Sammy finally had it all. He relaxed his throat, got his breathing settled, and was now taking Sir Jace’s shafting quite well.
I wasn’t proud of Sammy for finally deep-throating my Sir at all, and I was even less proud of myself for feeling that way. I watched in horror as Sir Jace fucked Sammy’s face expertly.
“Oh fuck, boy, now you got it. This is how you suck Alpha dick!”
Sir pulled out just before shooting a load.
“I gotta try out that ass now. Show me your ass, bend over, boy.”
“Faggot, get over here. Hold Sammy’s legs up while I fuck him!”
I was so incensed, I dropped Sir’s briefs from my mouth!
“I’ll deal with your insolence later. You get over here and do as I tell you, faggot!”
Sir had Sammy laid on his back, I held his ankles up high and wide. I had a front row seat of my King fucking my former friend, watching his hard throbbing cock move in and out of Sammy’s hole like a battering ram Sammy was screaming, “Oh my God, Sir! That feels so good, Sir! Fuck me, please Sir!”
I lashed out, “He is NOT YOUR SIR!”
Sir went insane. He bitch slapped me across both cheeks and went on a tirade about how I did not own him and how dare I act so badly while he was fucking my friend.
“You selfish faggot! I’m trying to keep a roof over your friend’s head and you’re being such a fucking bitch. I honestly thought you were better than that! Go stand in the corner and face the wall until I decide what to do with you”!”
I listened as Sammy really committed and submitted himself to Sir Jace who was all too happy to throw him an amazing fuck just to spite me. By the sounds of it, Sir Jace nutted a hefty load into my former friend. I’ll never forgive him for this.
“Boy, it took some work but you definitely have potential. You’re gonna need to work on your gag reflex if you have even a chance of being with Eddie, his cock is eleven inches. You need to handle that.”
“Wow, eleven inches! That’s incredible. I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Down boy, we’re far from that. Are you a full-service faggot? Do you take piss?”
“My Master would sometimes piss down my throat, Sir, yes.”
There it was again, “Sir!” It pierced my heart to hear another faggot say that, and my Sir allowed him to use the honorific.
“Well, let’s see what you got. Follow me.”
It sounded like they went to the bathroom because I heard the glass slider door open. Then I heard Sammy struggling to keep up with Sir’s heavy urination. It sounded like there was splashing on the shower floor. I smiled and smirked at his failure, such a bad friend I am. I may have snickered loud enough for Sir Jace to hear it.
He marched over to the living room, grabbed my arm and pushed me into the bathroom.
“Clean that up, faggot!”
I was made to clean the shower floor with my tongue to clean up after Sammy’s mess. If he wasn’t such an awful piss bucket. I wouldn’t have to be doing this.
“Sammy, that wasn’t impressive at all, but I think you have potential to work on that. How are you in the kitchen? Eddie needs someone who can cook and clean, too.”
“I used to cook for my Master all the time, every day. I even catered his office parties.”
“I’ll take your word for it. My faggot ain’t getting off the hook tonight, he’s gonna make dinner for us.”
“Hey, faggot, you done cleaning up that mess? Your boy Sammy and I are hungry. Make us something to eat.”
Now I had to cook for both of them, too! When was this going to end?
“Yes Sir!”
I whipped up some dinner that would meet Sir’s high standards but certainly my heart wasn’t into it. Sir growled at me through the meal. I knew I was gonna get it later. I guess I had it coming.
“Boy, you got a place to stay tonight?”
“My Master gave me a week to move out, so yes, I do.”
“You go back to your Master tonight, I’m gonna check in with my man, Eddie and let you know what’s happening.”
“Oh thank you, Sir! Thank you. You don’t know how much I appreciate this. I can kiss you right now!”
I was going to throw up.
Sammy left us and as I was cleaning up the dishes, pots and pans, Sir’s belt made contact with my bare ass. I never saw it coming and it stung like hell.
“Wham! Wham! Wham!”, Sir stuck my ass hard with his fat strap three consecutive rasps which caused me to jump off the floor.
“Faggot, what’s gotten into you?”
“Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! “Thwack!”
I flinched with each strike knowing my ass was already red and burning.
Sir Jace looked crazed. He grabbed me by the collar and pushed me into my bedroom. He had me standing in a corner of the room, facing the wall.
“Bend over, faggot!”
Sir shackled my wrists to my ankles so I was completely arched.
I felt the rattan cane rubbing against my freshly belted ass before the first strike hit. Sir Jace was a sadistic fuck, striking my uncovered and now, well-welted ass over and over again. I lost count and was sobbing from the entire ordeal. My back began to ache from being in the same awkward position for too long.
Sir dropped the cane and then walked in front of me, bent down to my eye level and spit right in my face.
“Anything to say to me, faggot?”
“I’m sorry, Sir!”
I was bitch slapped.
“No, anything else?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please tell me what to say and I’ll say it!”
“That’s too easy!”, another bitch slap.
“Try again”
“I’m sorry, Sir and I will behave better next time!”
Two more hard slaps across the face.
“No, no, no. You’re one stupid faggot if there was one. What do you say after a punishment? You say, now say it with me, “Thank you, Sir!” We both said it together in harmony.
“Again!”
“Thank you, Sir! Thank you for caning me, Sir!”
Sir Jace belted my ass a few more times for good measure.
“You’re very welcome, faggot. And you can stay right here like that all night for all I care, faggot!”
Sir Jace left me alone and the only view I had was the corner where both walls met and the carpet. My back was killing me from arching and my wrists were burning.
I don’t know how long I was in this position but I heard a stampede of footsteps approaching which stirred me out of my own thoughts.
“ You see, Eddie. I told you my faggot ain’t perfect. Sometimes it requires a heavy hand. But you know how these faggots are…they are a stupid bunch. They forgot their place. We have to do what it takes to get them back in line.”
Eddie ran his fingers over my welted ass.
“Jace, you really laid into your faggot tonight. Look at these bruises and over there you broke its skin. What the hell did he do to serve this?”
“That’s just it, Eddie. This faggot is so selfish. I was doing him a favor, doing you a favor. I met his friend, another faggot, at the bar after work. The other faggot said his Master was kicking him out in a week and had no where to go. I took pity on him, so I took it home and thought if the boy had any potential, I’d try him out for you. Here I was out of the goodness of my own heart seeing after his friend, and you, my friend, and this self-obsessed faggot became jealous. He don’t own me!”
Sir Jace lifted my head upward and spot downward as it landed all over my face.
“Jace, now I understand. I see the problem here. Your faggot has become too attached. I’m gonna need to set boundaries if I take in another faggot!”
“Yes, Eddie. I have been very clear from the start with my faggot about our arrangement. It serves me and only me, from morning until night. It wakes up thinking about how best to serve me. When these selfish thoughts creep in, that’s when you know you need to adjust it. This faggot hates the cane more than anything. You’d think one severe beating with the cane would be enough to send a message for a lifetime. But my with my faggot, he seems to need this sort of reminder every few weeks!”
This time Sir Jace lifted my face and open palm slapped me and dropped my head.
“I’d offer you use of my faggot tonight but I don’t want to reward him. He’s undeserving of any cock at all. I’m gonna make him earn it, aren’t I faggot!”
I mumbled, “yes Sir.”, softly.
“What was that? You answer me, faggot! I’m gonna make you earn the right to suck my dick again, aren’t I faggot?”
“Yes Sir, yes my King, Sir!”
The two men left and then Sir Jace returned to me and unshackled my wrists, finally. I fell over on my side in agony, pathetically apologizing and promising I’d do better.
“Quit this and call Sammy. I need a word with him!”
I crawled over to my phone and found Sammy’s number and weakly dialed his number. Sir Jace grabbed the phone from me.
“Hello Richie, I’m so sorry…”
“This isn’t Richie and there’s no need to apologize to my faggot. You did nothing wrong. I spoke to my buddy Eddie and he said you should go to his place tomorrow after 5. My faggot will send you his address, good luck, boy, don’t disappoint me.”
“I’m taking your phone with me to bed. I wanna see what you been up to. You’re staying in here tonight and in the morning, you best come correct! I’m done playin’ with you!”
“Yes Sir. Yes my King, Sir!”
Shit, I thought too myself. Sir Jace may see my Grindr profile and some other things that might get me in trouble.
