Sir came to take me lunch and had a very serious look on his face. Of course, as soon as I saw him, I grabbed my jacket and we left. I didn’t want to relive what happened just four days prior when he urinated all over me in the park men’s room.
My Sir didn’t say all that much on the way to the cafe around the corner.
Once we were seated and ordered beverages, my Sir began to speak.
“So, I wanted to tell something. The fairy called me this morning and has decided to continue its faggot journey with us on the weekends. It said it knows it is inferior to Alpha Men such as me. It said it cannot be a real faggot without a Sir otherwise it wouldn’t truly be a faggot at all. The fairy said it wanted me to use it for all its worth, to expose it, humiliate it, fuck it, take out my frustrations on it, to use it how I see fit. It said that’s what it truly wants. It said it wanted to be completely powerless and dominated by me. Can you believe that? What a complete turnaround the fairy has made!”
“Wow, Sir. That’s exciting. It sounds like the fairy really needs this. It sounds like it is ready to serve and obey you, Sir.”
“Faggot, I almost creamed in my pants listening to him telling me how he wanted to kneel and worship me. You know how I get off on the power I have over you faggots.”
“Yes Sir, I do.”
My Sir’s chest was already prominently puffing out, his posture was proud and confident, and his cock was tenting and hard. I took to my knees knowing that’s what he wanted from me, and I bowed.
“I am your faggot, Sir. You are my King, Sir!”, and then I kissed and licked his dirty construction boots. I stayed there for a few moments, my Sir smiling as the other patrons watched this necessary act of humiliation.
Once our food was served I was once again sitting beside him, but a feeling of unworthiness overcame me. I thought back to faggot camp and how we were made to push our faces in dog bowls without utensils. I was beginning to think that’s what I deserved, that utensils were too good for me.
“Sir, thank you, Sir for allowing me to sit and eat with you with utensils, Sir. It is a privilege, Sir.”
“Faggot, you’re welcome, what’s this all about?”
“Sir, when I listened to you telling me about the fairy’s need to serve you, it brought up some memories of eating out of a dog bowl and feelings about my training at the camp, Sir, that’s all. I understand where the fairy is coming from. I am always grateful that you chose me as your faggot and that you have invested your time and energy in me. It is a most precious gift, Sir.”
“Faggot, you’re welcome. I always have time for faggots that are willing to totally surrender themselves to me. It sounds like your faggot brother is ready, too. I think it realized last weekend that being my faggot is not a game, it’s not a fantasy.”
“Sir, it is a great life if you embrace it fully, if you have a Sir that you respect and want to please in all ways. I hope the fairy will find joy in serving and servicing you, Sir. I hope that you will find my faggot brother worthy of your time, and that you will find satisfaction in its devotion to you, Sir.”
“Faggot, that is so kind of you to say. So your faggot brother will be coming over to the house after work today. Make a special dinner to welcome it. I knew once that fairy got a taste of this (pointing to himself), it would be back for more, so I special ordered that cage for it and it already came in the mail. I can’t wait to lock up that tiny clit of a dick. The fairy won’t be needing that thing. I should just take it to my buddy and weld that thing shut permanently like I did you, faggot.”
“Sir, if that’s what you decide, Sir. You are the King, Sir.”
“I am, don’t you ever forget it, faggot. Of course, I’m gonna have to charge the fairy for room and board since it will be staying under my roof and eating my food and taking my time. It’s only fair, right faggot? Look how much better your life has been since you turned your finances over to me.”
“Yes Sir, my life is better because you are in it, Sir.”
“Faggot, I’m gonna pay the check. I gotta fuck you. Now. The idea of that fairy turning itself over to me without question, without resistance, its making my dick hard. You heard how eager it is to be taught, trained, and conditioned. It’s eagerness to prove it’s even worthy of me. What a fucking rush! It’s this Alpha aggression, I could feel I building up inside me and I gotta let it out. You wouldn’t understand because you’re just a faggot.”
“Sir, yes Sir!”
My Sir didn’t want to waste time waiting for the waiter so he threw cash down on the table and we raced towards his truck.
“Buckle up, we’re stopping at the house so I can use that ass!”
“Yes Sir!”
When my Sir gets like this, this is when I truly feel like a real faggot. When my Sir just wants to use me as a hole, to use me for his pleasure, when I crave his superior cock and cum. When my Alpha King needs to breed, it is most spectacular experience to feel his power penetrating me, knowing that with each thrust his superiority becomes more apparent.
My Sir parked in the driveway and rushed me into the house. Since my room was closest, he shoved me in there and threw me on the bed like a rag doll. Then he yanked down my pants exposing my jock-strapped ass as I was now ass up, face down.
My Sir spit on my crack, dribbled spit into his cock and stuffed it right up my ass!
“Fuck me, Sir! My ass is yours, Sir!
“Damn right it is, faggot!”
“Use it, Sir! Fuck you are so big, Sir!”
My Sir smacked my ass around just for his enjoyment and banged me into another dimension. I hadn’t felt this eager to be used this hard in some time. My inner faggot was definitely surfacing with each stroke of my Alpha King’s cock.
“Fuck, I’m gonna blow my nut up your faggot ass!”
“Yes Sir! Breed it! Fucking take that ass, Sir!” There was definitely an eagerness in me that bordered on desperation, maybe even a whiff of pathetic hopelessness, too.
My Sir could smell it on me and took advantage.
“It’s my fucking ass, I fucking own you you needy faggot! Look how hungry that faggot hole is for my big dick! I love having a personal cumdump! Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cream your hole now, faggot!”
“Uggghhhhh grrrrrrrrr, fuuuccckkkkkk ohhhhh fuck, yes! Fucking feel me filling your faggot pussy up with my seed? You fucking feel that, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir. Ohhh yes, fuck. Thank you, Sir!”
I quickly spun around and used my filthy faggot mouth to clean off my Sir’s cock and felt myself finding faggot fuel in every drop. My Sir held his cock in my mouth and delivered a piss chaser for good measure. After we completed the act of his deposits, I kissed his boots and again, thanked him for using me.
My Sir looked sated, he looked confident, cocky even, that he spread his seed into his faggot. Like it was his right to do it, and it was. I felt used, grateful, debased, like an object.
We drove back to the office and I was not only full of my Sir’s cum and piss, I was also full of joy. Anytime and every time my Sir elects to use me in any capacity, it is with pleasure that I serve and submit.
I went back to work feeling light, feeling lifted.
Mr. Eddie noticed everything, and he certainly noticed the cum stain on the back of my dress pants.
“Hey faggot, looks like you had a great lunch. You’re glowing. Did Jace fuck you? That man has the libido of a teenager!”
“Mr. Eddie, I’m always happy to be of service to my superiors, especially my Sir.”
Mr. Eddie groped himself. I can tell he was getting hard at the idea that I walked back into the office with a sloppy, cum-filled hole.
A few minutes after I settled down and started working, he reappeared at my door and closed it behind him.
“I just got off the phone with Jace. Knowing he just used you made my dick hard. I had to ask him if I could use you, too. You know what he said? He said faggots should be shared with other Alphas. He said he hadn’t seen you so hungry for his cock in weeks, that you were in heat and that I should fuck you for all you’re worth.”
“Yes Mr. Eddie, I’m happy to service you, it will be my pleasure.”
“No, it will actually be my pleasure. Let me see that sloppy faggot ass!”
Mr. Eddie swiped everything off my desk and had me pull off my pants and lay flat on the desk. Then I held my ankles back and I could feel a bit of my Sir’s cum trickle down my taint.
“Look at that gaping used pussy. What a good faggot! Looks like you need more Alpha dick up in there!”
Mr. Eddie’s cock was already so hard and with my hole already lubed he pulled my ass to the edge of the desk, put my legs over his shoulders and fed it his entire 11 inches.
“Oh, Mr. Eddie you’re so huge, it’s so deep!”
“It is fucking huge and it is fucking deep, faggot! Gonna breed that faggot pussy, too! Your faggot ass is made to take Alpha dick!”
Mr. Eddie leaned over me and I hugged his back as he forcefully battered and churned my Sir’s cum all up in my guts. His cock became slippery and frothy as he proceeded to use my hole. Mr. Eddie looked like a bull at the peak of the mating season. The look in his eyes was menacing.
“Fuck me, Mr. Eddie! Please, use my faggot hole!”
My submission seemed to energize Mr. Eddie to power fuck me into the oblivion! He had to grip me tightly to keep me from sliding down the desk. The look of pure animalistic lust on his face was intoxicating. His balls slapping hard against my sloppy fuck hole, using his big Black dick to get himself off, to empty his seed right up my ass, right where his friend had done so, where it belonged, in a faggot’s ass! I felt those balls tighten and blow deep, deep up my guts.
How glorious it was to clean off that huge monster of a dick after he had climaxed. I felt alive, fed even more cum fuel both up my ass and in my mouth.
I worked a couple of hours in this complete state of bliss. I had no idea that hearing my Sir tell me about the fairy’s desire to serve him would awaken my own faggot core to this extent.
Imagine my surprise when Sir Jace’s friend, Collins, knocked on my door. He didn’t even work there. He ran a tattoo studio and had a girlfriend, but he had sampled my throat and ass a couple of times in the past few months.
“Hi Mr. Collins, what brings you here?”
Collins closed my office door.
“Jace called me and said he was feeling generous and wanted to know if I needed to use your faggot ass, so here I am.”, he said with that same look in his eyes that Mr. Eddie had, that desperate need to breed.
The back of my pants already had a wet stain from all that cum that had been dumped inside me. My Sir was hell-bent on whoring me out this afternoon, that’s for sure.
“My Sir is my King, Mr. Collins. I’m here to serve him through you.”
“Bend your ass over the desk, faggot!”
I was once again ass up, my hole still gaping from he reaming Mr. Eddie drilled into me, ready to take even more big dick. I imagined my Sir’s face, feeling so turned on coordinating the use of his faggot’s ass just because he could. A thrill rushing through his veins.
I wiggled my ass for Mr. Collins, signaling my willingness to be taken by his straight cock.
Mr. Collins pulled down his grey sweatpants and seconds later I was once again full of dick reaching even further into my deepest darkest recesses of faggot depravity. It was liberating to achieve this subspace. Feeling Collin’s superior Alpha dick so hard, fulfilling his obligation to fuck a faggot was euphoric.
“Fuck, your hole is so fucking wet and loose, faggot! So fucking good
“Fuck my faggot ass, use it good!”, I pleaded.
“Fuck, you know I love fucking your needy faggot ass! Jace told me to fucking claim it as mine, and I’m fucking going to you fucking swine! You should see all that cum dripping out your ass!”
“Fuck YES! Fuck I love your big fucking cock drilling my pussy. Fuck!”
Mr. Collins’s extraordinarily huge balls slammed against mine as he nailed me. I held on to the edges of the desk and kept my hole up high for optimal fuck depth.
Mr. Collins began a low growl and as his body tensed and his cock grew even harder, his growl became even louder and deeper to a guttural groan. Mr. Collins sweat fell onto my back as he readied to spew his load into me.
“Fuck!!!!! Ohhhh man!!!! Fuccckkkkk! Fucking take my load you fucking faggot bitch!”
I groveled and thanked Mr. Collins as I sucked him off and tucked his cod piece back into his boxers. I hadn’t felt this well-used, worn, and gaped, since faggot camp. It was a fucking special day to be taken so low, to have three Alphas remind me of my inferiority and to accept it proudly.
The rest of the day sped by, I felt like I had taken cocaine, flying high and working fast. It was just awesome. I’d fart out all that cum throughout the day, my pants sticking to my ass. I had no problem walking around the office like that’s it was like a faggot badge of honor. Let’s face it, us faggots have no sense of morality.
When my Sir came to pick me up he was grinning for ear to ear, like a matador that had just won a bull fight.
“You’re walking funny, faggot! I wonder why?”
“Sir, thank you, Sir for sharing me with your friends, Sir. It made me so full of joy to know by servicing them, I was pleasing you, making you happy, Sir.”
“Fuck yeah, faggot! When I get you home I wanna see that ass full of all that cum! I helped cultivate. Do you know how awesome it feels to know you took those loads that I arranged? I’ll tell you, it makes me feel so fucking powerful, faggot. Makes me feel like a fucking King, your fucking King, faggot!”
I could see my Sir’s cock chub as he drove fast back to the house. This time when we got home, I pulled off my clothes and he bent me over the sofa.
He stripped down to his briefs, licked two fingers and shoved them right up my faggot ass, scooping out a dollop of cum and feeding it to me by mouth. He did this three or four times. The fifth time he pulled his dick out and coated it with that cum cocktail and then shoved it right up my ass. For the fourth time that day my faggot ass was full of dick and I never felt happier in my entire life!
My Sir and I were so lost in our breeding ritual that we almost didn’t hear the doorbell ringing. My Sir was not to be denied. His deliberate thrusts thundered into me, rearranging my guts with such fury. A grunt so loud it woke the dead as his balls dumped a second load, my fourth of the day, with such ferocity I thought it would shoot right up my ass and come out the other side.
My Sir denied me the opportunity to clean off his cock. It was dripping in cum goo, thick and obvious. He went to answer the door. His cock still raging proud. He pulled his fairy into the house and pushed it down on its knees and I watched as my faggot brother feasted on our Sir’s erection, savoring and slobbering, nourishing its need to worship that cock. No chance for pleasantries, this faggot was ready to submit itself straight out of the gate.
The fairy was full of gratitude, thanking our Sir for allowing it to ice it off. I could tell, it meant it, too.
Our Sir commanded the fairy to strip down completely after it had done its job. Our Sir walked into his office and in his hand was a small white box. He opened it, revealing a tiny, custom-made pink cock cage.
“Faggot, put this on your brother’s nub!”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.”
My Sir handed me a small bottle, too.
“Make sure you put this salve on it first. Put on some gloves, faggot.”
I left to get some latex gloves from the bathroom and returned quickly.
“This salve is gonna burn you a bit, but it will stop any hair from growing in your groin area ever again.”, I explained.
The fairy was in such a dick trance I couldn’t tell if it registered with it.
As soon as I applied the salve, the fairy began to yelp and wail, feeling the burning of his follicles down to their core. After several minutes I used a warm wet cloth to wipe all the hair away, not that it had that much. Then I placed its tiny marble sized nuts in the ring. His little thing was so small I could barely grip it with two fingers to push it into the sheath, and then I turned the key and the deed was done. I placed the key in our Sir’s hands.
“Thank you, Sir for allowing me to put the cock cage on my faggot brother, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, my faggot. Go make dinner now while I play with my new toy.”
Our Sir threw its jockstrap back at it.
“Put that on now, fairy! Don’t you have something you want to say to me, fairy?”
“Thank you, Sir for tucking away my useless dick, Sir?”
My Sir slapped the fairy hard across the face.
“No, no, it’s not a question stupid fairy! This is not twenty questions! Try again!”
“THANK YOU, SIR FOR PUTTING MY USELESS FAIRY COCK IN THIS PRETTY PINK CAGE, SIR!”
“Much better, fairy, much better.”
Our Sir put his shorts on and then placed the small black leather collar around the fairy’s neck.
“There you go, fairy. Collared, caged, and strapped, just the way I like ‘em!”
“Thank you, Sir, thank you for allowing me the honor of wearing your collar, Sir!”
Although I was cooking our meal, I couldn’t miss this, I had to watch our Sir put this faggot in its place.
“You play your cards right maybe I’ll get you a metal collar just like your brother’s. It doesn’t come off, just like its cage.”
“Thank you, Sir!”
Our Sir gave it another hard slap across its face.
“For what, fairy? You always need to tell why you’re thanking me. Be specific! Always!”
“Thank you for considering a new collar for me, Sir! It is an honor and privilege to wear your collar, Sir.”
“Ohhh, I love a faggot who is full of so much gratitude. It gets me off. You ready to submit yourself to me, fairy? You gonna be a good faggot and do everything I say? Everything thing I ask, no matter what it is?”
“Sir, yes Sir! I am eager to follow your commands, Sir!”
“Fuck, yes, that’s the right attitude, fairy.”
“Thank you, Sir!”
“Where is your phone, fairy?”
“In my bag, Sir!”
“Bring me your bag, fairy!”
Sir Jace opened up the fairy’s bag and dumped its contents out on the floor. Our Sir found the phone and made the fairy give its passcode. My Sir snapped a few pictures of the fairy and sent them to himself.
“You said you wanted to be exposed, didn’t you, fairy?”
“Yes Sir, I did, Sir!”
“Well, no time like the present? Pick three names or I will just randomly pick three myself, fairy!”
“Ok, ok, Sir. Ummmm Tommy, Dan, and Larry, Sir!”
“And who are Tommy, Dan, and Larry, fairy?”
“Tommy and Dan are my friends and Larry is my cousin, Sir!”
“Excellent”
Our Sir took a minute or two to send the photos of the fairy, on its knees, in a collar and cage and then he shut the phone down.
“I may have added a name or two to your list, hehe. You won’t be needing your phone or anything else for the weekend. In fact, fairy, take all of this and put it in the yard. I don’t even want it in my house!”
“Yes Sir!”
The fairy attempted to stuff it’s things back into the bag but our Sir grabbed it from him and tossed it out in the yard.
“No, stupid fairy. No bag, I don’t care if it rains, all of this in the yard now!”
“Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir for allowing me to put my things in your yard, Sir!”
“Fairy, you don’t have things when you’re in my house! Everything in this house belongs to me, even you! Just ask your faggot brother! You faggots are my property!”
“Yes Sir, understood, Sir!”
I cane out from the kitchen and informed our Sir that dinner was almost ready. He barked that I should bring him a beer.
After I did, I had to rush to the bathroom because all that jizz I had collected in my butt was screaming for release, so I excused myself and took care of business.
When I came back, our Sir had his fairy in a headlock, making it smell his armpits, acclimating it to its scent. The fairy’s eyes were rolling in the back of its head, the fumes, no doubt, overwhelming it, like an aphrodisiac, our Sir’s scent is unique. His sandalwood deodorant mixing in with his sweat, musk, and soap.
I called Sir to dinner and he went to wash his hands and put on a shirt to wear at the table. Our Sir invited us to eat with him, one of us at each side. I made him a plate as I know what he likes. The fairy was paying close attention.
“Fairy, this weekend I’m gonna be hard on you. I’m not planning to ease you into this. When you said this morning that you were ready to serve and obey, I listened. It would be wise for you to observe your faggot big brother. It has many years experience serving me. It knows me, it anticipates my needs, it’s always thinking of me first. Tell it, faggot, who’s your number one priority?”
“Yes Sir! You are my number one priority, Sir. I am your faggot, Sir! You are my King, Sir!”
“Fuck yes, I am your King, faggot!”
I got up from my chair and bowed, lowering myself to my King’s feet and kissed each one.
“You see how your faggot big brother knew in that moment to show me the respect I deserve? You will need to learn that, too, fairy. You can get up now, faggot, and finish your food. Not you, fairy, you put your fork down now, on your knees, and thank me properly for allowing you to sit at my table and eat my food!”
The fairy turned crimson red, took to its knees, and lowered itself.
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to sit at your table and eat your food, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to worship you, Sir!”
“That’s more like it, fairy. Damn it, you faggots are making my dick hard showing me all this respect!”
My goal for the rest of the meal was to stay quiet and be observant. This was time was for our Sir to acclimate the fairy.
After dinner was completed, I began to clear the dishes. The fairy did not move.
“Fairy! Why aren’t you helping your faggot big brother to clear the table? Who do you think you are? It doesn’t work like that! No laziness tolerated here. My faggots work for their room and board, idle time is wasted time. Get your ass up from this table and help clean the dishes, fairy!”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir!”
Oh no! “I’m sorry” are my Sir’s least favorite words!
The fairy never saw the viscous slap right across the face coming,
“Don’t you ever say, “I’m sorry” to me ever again! I never accept apologies from a faggot! I expect improvement, actions are louder than words, no fucking excuses!”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir for teaching me to be better, Sir!”, it said holding the side of its face almost in tears.
When the fairy and I finished clearing off dinner, my Sir had us faggots kneel at his feet while sat in his throne.
“Faggot, tell your faggot little brother what I did for you today.”
“Yes Sir. Our Sir pimped me out. Our Sir brought me home during lunch break and bred me like a little bitch. When I returned to the office, Mr. Eddie, my boss, fucked and bred me over my desk. Then our kind Sir had me bred by his friend, Mr. Collins. When we came home from work, our Sir bred me a second time!”
I said it with so my gusto and enthusiasm, and barely took a breath.
“And faggot, tell your little brother how that made you feel.”
“Oh Sir, it made me feel so grateful, Sir. Being used like a cum receptacle was intoxicating, it made me feel like a true faggot, reminding me just how glorious it is to serve Alpha men, and you, Sir, my King, thank you, Sir for allowing me to be of use, Sir!”
“Hehe, you’re very welcome faggot. It was good for you to be reminded that you are a faggot, and a desperate one at that. Eddie and Collins told me how you were begging them for their cocks and their cum. It gave me such a thrill to whore you out like that. I bet your faggot pussy is humming tonight, isn’t it faggot?”
“Yes Sir! My faggot pussy is humming, Sir!”
My Sir turned his attention to his fairy.
“Fairy, how does it feel to know that when you cleaned my big Alpha dick off with your filthy mouth that it was covered in other men’s cum?”
“Sir, it makes me feel useful, Sir! It makes me feel grateful, Sir! Thank you, Sir for allowing me clean your beautiful cock with my filthy mouth, Sir, and feeding me your friends’ cum, Sir!”
“You sick fuck, you would feel grateful. I wouldn’t be caught dead doing that, but you faggots are wired differently. You faggots get off on this depravity.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir, for allowing me to experience the need to debase myself for you, Sir.”
The fairy bowed, hands behind its back, once again kissing our Sir’s feet.
“Faggot, I’m sure you can find other things to do in the house to keep you busy. Lights out at 10! I’m gonna break in your little brother tonight. I’m gonna have fun because I can. Good night, faggot! Don’t forget, I will need to piss early in the morning!”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir. I will turn down your bed and find other chores, Sir. Good night, Sir!”
I consciously attempted to focus all my attention on chores after I had turned down our Sir’s bed. I decided it was a good time to rearrange the linen closet and a good time to refold them, too. I thought about putting on some headphones, but I worried that if my Sir called for me, I would not hear him.
Instead, I heard my Sir skull fucking his fairy’s throat. Their moaning and groaning, and the sick noises the fairy was making as he nearly choked to death were all hard to ignore. It went on and on for more than an hour.
It was nearly half past nine when I heard my Sir drag the fairy into his bedroom and close his door. Through the closed door, in the hallway half way between my Sir’s Master Suite and my faggot chamber, I sat on the carpet in front of the linen closet doing my thing, and could hear my Sir’s body pounding against his fairy’s; and the two of them continued grunting and my Sir was very verbal with his fairy, too.
“Is this what you need fairy? You need my big Alpha dick up in that pussy?”
I could hear all of it, and when our Sir climaxed his roar echoed and bounced off the walls.
At 10pm, I’d finished my linen closet challenge and went to bed. An hour later I was awakened by the sound of our Sir’s headboard pounding against the wall. Our Sir was certainly using the fairy for all it was worth. I hoped the fairy appreciated what it was experiencing, the true honor and privilege of our mighty Sir claiming its pussy as his own. It sure did sound like it. I heard him groveling after it was all over.
I was finally able to go back to sleep.
Next thing I know it’s 6am, my alarm went off. The fairy was sleeping on the other side of my bed with a huge smile on its face. I slipped into our Sir’s bedroom and waited, and waited…for his morning piss.
