When our Sir returned from his workout at the gym, his fairy had finished steam cleaning the carpets. Sir Jace loaded the machine and his fairy in the back of his truck to return it.
They were home within thirty minutes and the fairy looked despondent. Sir Jace had his resting stern face so I wasn’t sure what was happening, but my guess was that Sir had broke the news about Mr. Vincent and the likely outcome of its servitude to its childhood bully.
After the fairy stripped down to its jockstrap our Sir sat on his throne and called his fairy over to him.
It sat at our Sir’s feet, Sir’s sweaty and stinky feet from the gym, as it gave Sir a foot rub. I could sense the fairy was fighting the temptation to sniff or even taste those feet, but Sir didn’t seem interested in that.
“Listen to me, fairy. This arrangement we have was never meant to be permanent. I have my faggot and we’re getting married in three months. I took you in as a faggot trainee so you could see for yourself that it suits you. There’s no doubt about it anymore. It’s not every day when a faggot meets the man who first made it feel useful and gave it purpose. Consider yourself lucky. Vincent seems like a good man. I’m sure you will serve him well.
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“For…what, fairy?”
“Sir, for looking out for my best interests, Sir. For giving me an opportunity to fulfill my life’s destiny, Sir. Until I met you, Sir, I was lost. Thank you, Sir, from the bottom of my heart, Sir.”
It was a sweet moment to observe as the fairy seemed quite genuine with his words. I gave them space, being sure not to interfere in this important conversation.
I was behind with laundry and other chores anyway as I had to wait for the carpets to dry.
When I walked by them again, my Sir’s cock was down the fairy’s throat. The fairy up high on its knees, its head pushed down by the back of its head. I imagined my Sir telling his fairy it could show appreciation with a blow job.
Sir Jace caught me staring at them.
“Hey faggot, what are you doing?”
“Sorry, Sir, I was just walking to the laundry room, Sir.”
“That can wait. I think the fairy could use some help sucking my dick!”
Of course, nothing in the world was more important to me than making my Sir, my King, happy.
“Yes Sir, thank you for allowing me pleasure you, Sir.”
“Faggot, I’d rather you stop talking and lick my balls!”
I knelt next to the fairy who was still deepthroating our Sir’s eight and a half inches of hardness. I lowered myself so I could take in a good whiff of my Sir’s musky scent which was always so intoxicating. I nearly creamed myself when my tongue swiped across those shaved bull-balls, my tastebuds sent shivers down my spine it was glorious.
“Mmmmmm”, I moaned as I flicked the tip of my tongue over the sensitive skin of my Sir’s big Black balls. Then I opened up wide and pushed the entire sack into my mouth, lightly sucking and pulling on them, giving them a proper ball wash.
The fairy seemed reluctant to give up his position over our Sir’s hard cock, but I was willing to fight for his cock. I pulled off Sir’s balls and found an opening just by the base and attached my lips to it, claiming my space. I pushed my head upward knocking the fairy’s face away. I seized the chance to go down fully on that masterpiece of a cock and let my throat constrict around it.
“Faggots, there’s no need to fight over it. I got plenty of dick for both of you. Fairy, let my faggot have a turn and then you’ll have your turn, I promise. While you’re waiting, out your mouth to good use. My pits are still ripe from my workout.”
Man, I felt like I was in the losing end of that deal. I love my Sir’s stink. I heard the fairy moaning and licking Sir’s left pit. I couldn’t resist. I pushed my Sir’s right arm upward and dove in. Imagine us two faggots pigging out on our Sir’s pits at the same time. once again, the sensory overload was overwhelming, the smell of sweat and musk, the taste of salty sweat and tufts of course pit hair across my tongue as my fingers wrapped around his bulging biceps,, the sight of my hunky Sir, the epitome of maleness before my very eyes, hearing us faggots gooning out over our Alpha, our Sir laying back taking it all in. What a sight!
“I’m gonna fuck you faggots. Fairy your turn to get my dick wet. Faggot, show me that ass!”
I bent over and while he was getting his dick sucked, my Sir leaned over and spit right into my crack and shoved a finger inside the tight ring, circling it around to stretch it open. More spit and a second finger, this time pushing them past the knuckles, pulling out and pushing in, getting my hole prepped for his cock.
Sir Jace pushed the fairy off his cock like he was shooing away a gnat. Then he stood and lined his shaft up to my hole. He pulled his fingers out, my hole already slightly agape, a third loogie hit my entrance and Sir pushed his erection deep inside until he hit bottom.
I groaned in deep pleasure. Feeling my Sir’s hard cock inside my body makes my life worth living. When my Sir pushed my head down to arch my back he began to deep stroke my hole. His arm under my stomach as he pumped me full of dick.
The fairy took to his knees and used his tongue to suck on Sir’s balls. Sir Jace seemed to really like that.
“Fuck, this is awesome faggots! You know how to make your man feel good!”
Sir Jace picked up the pace, his ass fully flexing as he dicked me down, battering my asshole, his asshole, to fuck any way he wished. My Sir was one of those men that knew what he wanted and took it. My Sir knew I could take whatever he was willing to give. Several full-handed smacks across my globes and I was squeezing down and pushing back, riding my Siir’s fuckstick.
Sir Jace placed his hands on my shoulders and it was game over. He slammed into me, grunting, cussing, roaring as he rutted and filled my hole.
Sir pulled out letting the fairy clean his cock off then pushed its head into my ass. I pushed Sir’s cum out and the fairy ate it up. I turned around to share in this holy seed and we snowballed it back and forth until it was gone.
“Fuck! You faggots are so hot! I’m gonna nut again. Fairy, your turn!”
Sir always takes we he wants . His chest puffed out, confident, he pushed his fairy back on the sofa, pulled its legs up and shoved his rigid fuck tool right up its ass. Sir’s libido was off the charts, his cock rammed into that fairy hard and deep. The fairy was overtaken and I saw its eyes fluttering and rolling back, its little cage bounced in its jock as our Sir buried his treasured seed, that final thrust of Sir’s hairy muscular ass digging deep and pouring its potent load right into that helpless fairy.
Sir Jace was sweaty, but very happy. A giddy post-coital grin across his face. Our Sir had conquered our holes and that always brought an added swagger to his stride.
I was first to kneel and kiss our Sir’s feet and give thanks.
“Sir, thank you for filling me with your seed, Sir. Thank you for nourishing my soul, Sir. You are my King, Sir.”
The fairy also paid its tribute, “Sir, thank you for taking my hole and marking it with your load, Sir. I am so grateful, Sir!”, and it kissed Sir’s other foot.
“You’re welcome, faggots. I know you two can’t enough of my big dick and it’s only right that you thank me for it every time I decide to give it. Now I’m gonna go shower, faggots. You two get back to work.”
That was our lives as faggots, when one of our holes aren’t in use, we cook, clean, and do whatever it takes to make sure all of Sir’s needs are met. With a fresh load of our Sir’s cum swimming inside us, it was all the motivation we needed to finish all of our chores and I made a special dinner all in thanks to our most kind and generous Sir.
As the fairy and I were clearing off the table, I saw Sir Jace texting on his phone over by the TV. There was some basketball game on which is Sir’s favorite sport.
About 45 minutes later, the doorbell rang.
I was going to answer it as the primary faggot of the house but Sir stopped me.
“No faggot, let the fairy get the door!”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir!”
I went back to the kitchen and told the fairy to answer the door. I was curious, so I peeked over to see who it was.
It was Mr. Vincent. I was surprised since I was told he wouldn’t be with us until the following weekend.
“Hello Vinny, come in”, the fairy said.
Mr. Vincent took a seat on the sofa.”
“Thanks for letting me come tonight, Jace. I couldn’t wait for next weekend to get started.”
“Not a problem, Vincent. I’m glad you are eager to learn. You want a beer?”
“Sure, thank you.”
“Fairy, go fetch us beers!”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.”
“You see, Vincent, one thing you have to learn right away is that you never ask a faggot for anything. They have no choices. With my faggot it’s always yes, never no. You just tell it what you want and it will do it. If it doesn’t, well, we will definitely get into that later.”
“Got it, Jace.”
The fairy brought the beers to the men.
“Don’t you have something to say to us, fairy?”, our Sir asked.
“Thank you, Sirs for allowing me to serve your beers, Sirs.”
“Very good, fairy. Stay right here on your knees, hands behind your back, in case we need anything.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Lesson number two, Vincent, always make your faggots tell you or show you just how grateful they are to serve you. We are men, Alpha men. Faggots need men like us to find purpose and meaning in their pathetic lives.”
“I understand that, Jace. That makes sense.”
“It does, Vincent. Just a few hours ago these faggots were on their knees worshipping my dick. You should have seen them. My cock is their life. When the fairy becomes your faggot, you will see for yourself. After I fucked a load into each of them they were on their knees, kissing my feet, and thanking me for using them like sluts. These faggots will do whatever you want them to as long as they think they’re getting some dick. It’s truly remarkable the power we have over our faggots. Remember there’s no such thing as exploiting this power, or taking advantage of a faggot. Never feel bad, these faggots want you to do it. They expect you to do it.”
“Wow, Jace. It sounds like you really have a lot of experience with faggots.”
“I do, Vincent. I been using my faggot for almost nine years now. This last year it moved in and I bought this house. But I have to tell you, I fucking fell in love with my faggot and now we’re getting married in June. That hasn’t changed anything, I still treat it the same as any other faggot, but now I got it for life.”
“I saw you got your faggot tattooed as your property, that’s awesome.”
“I did, you think I want another Alpha claiming my faggot? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about sharing it, mine is a real cumdump at its core, but I like to know who’s fucking it, and only with my permission. I even pimp my faggot out to one of my bosses at work. The extra money comes in handy especially when you’re planning a lavish wedding.”
“Damn, Jace. That’s wild. You take the faggot’s paycheck and it makes you money. That’s awesome!”
“So Vincent, how would you like your faggot to address you? It can’t call you Vinny like one of your friends. I like Sir because it commands respect, but some Alphas prefer Master or Boss. Have you even thought about it all?”
“I have, Jace. Ever since I heard these two faggots calling you Sir yesterday I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I like the idea of being my faggot’s Boss.”
“It suits you, Vincent. Boss Vincent it is.”
“Fairy, did you hear that? From now on this man is your Boss.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir. Thank you, Boss.”
“Alright then, so we went over a few things tonight. What other questions do you have, Vincent?”
“I have so many I don’t even know where to start. Can I ask why your faggots walk around the house with collars and wearing jockstraps?”
“You can ask me anything, Vincent, I’m an open book. Some Alphas prefer their faggots walk around their homes completely naked, you might even prefer it, for me, I don’t wanna see their dicks. Even though I cage them, I just don’t like it. I’m an ass man, Vincent, both these faggots have great asses, why not see them all the time? It would be a shame to cover them up. Also, let’s be honest, men wear clothes, faggots should only be covered up outside of the house. Faggots have no shame, no egos, they humble themselves in their nudity. The collars serve a few purposes. They signal to other Alphas that they are claimed and owned. My faggot’s collar is permanently sealed around its neck just like its cage is permanently locked. It’s never going anywhere for the rest of its life. The fairy has a temporary collar and cage. Maybe one day you’ll decide to keep it forever. Who knows? The other great use of a faggot collar is to leash it and parade it around anywhere you go in public. I take my faggot out for walks all the time. I’m proud to show it off and it’s proud to be tethered to me. Sometimes, when my faggot gets unruly, I make it crawl on its hands and knees on its leash, or even when I feel like it for no reason at all.”
“So in a way, having a faggot is like having a pet? Am I right, Jace?”
“You are absolutely right. You can play with your faggot, walk it, make it do tricks. Whatever you like! Would you like to try walking your faggot around the house?”
“Could I? That would be fun.”
“Sure you can. Fairy, get us another round of beers and then bring your leash over here.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”
The fairy sprinted to the kitchen and I handed it two open cans of Bud, then it handed them to both men.
“Your beers, Sir and Boss. Thank you for allowing me to serve you.”
“Your leash, fairy! Get it, bring it here. I want to see it in your mouth. Hurry up! Don’t make your Boss wait, fairy! You have to be firm, Vincent when they don’t move fast enough!”
The fairy ran over to the hook by the front door that held its leash. It placed the leash in its mouth and crawled over to its new Boss.
“Good boy!”, Boss Vincent said scratching it behind the ears. Boss Vincent took the leash from his faggot’s mouth and latched it onto the collar and walked it in circles around the living room, the fairy trying desperately to keep up.
Boss Vincent stopped in front of the sofa.
“Good dog! Bark for me doggy!”
The fairy hesitated, and looked confused.
Sir Jace slapped its cheek.
“You heard your Boss! Start barking!”
“Ruff! Ruff! Arf! Arfff! Rrruff!”
“That’s a good doggy! Gee, Jace, it is like having a real dog. This is awesome.”
“If you want I’ll open the back door if you wanna take it outside. Maybe it has to pee?”
“Yes, sure.”
“Faggot, open the back door for Boss Vincent!”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”
I ran over to unlock the door and watched the fairy crawl on its hands and knees, following its new Boss outside.
I saw Boss Vincent toss a stick across the yard and the fairy went to fetch it. He did that three times and then I saw the fairy push his jock to the side and lift its leg and piss on the grass. After it did its business, Boss Vincent reattached its leash and walked it back into the house. Its hands and knees were filthy.
“Stand up, doggy! Go clean yourself off so you don’t dirty Sir Jace’s house.”
Boss Vincent sat on the sofa again.
“How was that, Vincent? Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I did, that was really fun.”
“It is always a thrill to watch a faggot degrade itself for our amusement. You know, if you really like pup play, you can buy a tail and a puppy hood for your faggot. It’s something to think about. Imagine taking it to a puppy park and watch it play with other pups.”
“I’ll have to look into that, Jace.”
” I have to say, Vincent, commanding your faggot comes natural to you. You jumped right in there and told it what you wanted it to do with no hesitation. Thats really good.”
“Thank you, Jace. That means a lot coming from you. Look, I know it’s getting late and I don’t want to overstay my welcome. I know there is so much more to learn.”
“There is, Vincent. We’re just scratching the surface. But we are in no rush, all in good time. It is getting late, but since you made the trip here, feel free to use your faggot’s holes before you go. Give it something to look forward to next weekend.”
“Really Jace? You’re so generous. I wouldn’t mind a good blowjob before the work week starts.”
“Be my guest. I think the faggot is still in the shower.”
Boss Vincent disappeared for 15-20 minutes. I busied myself folding laundry and ironing my Sir’s clothes.
When Boss Vincent reappeared he had a shot-eating grin on its face. The fairy followed him, meekly, from behind.
“Looks like you had a good time, Vincent.”
“Fuck yeah, my faggot can suck a good dick. I decided I’ll fuck it next weekend.”
“Say good-night to your new Boss, fairy, and thank it properly.”
“Goodnight, Boss Vincent. Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Boss, and allowing me to swallow your seed, Boss.” Then the fairy kissed his new Boss’s feet.
Boss Vincent left us and it was time for bed. My Sir said the fairy should sleep with him tonight since it was its last night until next weekend and that it was only fair to share him. It didn’t take long before I heard my Sir nailing this fairy in his bed.
I went to my bed that night longing for my love, my Sir, my King. My heart ached for him.
