Monday morning was a little chaotic. The fairy once again failed to swallow Sir’s morning piss and I had to go and finish the job. It was a bit stressful looking after the fairy and Sir Jace. Once we said our farewell to the fairy, Sir Jace and I made it to the office.
“How was your weekend, Jace?”, Eddie asked.
“Not too bad. Busy, you know what I mean?”
“Jace, my dick is sore from banging my faggot all weekend, I can only imagine fucking two faggots. I don’t know how you do it.”
“Eddie, you just have to have the right attitude and let’s face it, when two needy faggots are at your beck and call, you find a way to fuck them, often and hard. But you won’t believe this. The fairy’s childhood bully is training with me to take it off my hands. It’s a story that I’ll tell you over beer one night this week, I gotta run to the job site.”
“Can’t wait to hear it, Jace.”
“Hey faggot, you be good and listen to Eddie, and whatever Mr. Coleman needs, you do it. That wedding isn’t going to pay for itself.”
“Yes Sir. Have a great day,Sir.”
After Sir Jace left us, Mr. Eddie couldn’t help himself, he’s always asking questions and nosy.
“So Jace really fucked you both over the weekend or is he blowing smoke?”
“Mr. Eddie, my Sir doesn’t lie.”
“That dog! Lucky man getting to breed two faggots every weekend.”
“Mr. Eddie, how is your faggot Jimmy? I haven’t seen it in weeks.”
“Ever since Jace sent that faggot to training camp, it’s been great. We have a new game we play. Obedience earns points, defiance leads to punishment. That faggot hasn’t refused a thing I’ve asked and has more points in the bank than I can count. Don’t tell it, but I’m trying to get it to slip up just to take a cane to its pretty little ass. I’ve been craving whipping the shit out of it, but I don’t want to ruin its willingness to please me.”
“Mr. Eddie, with all due respect. He’s your faggot, you don’t need a reason to whip it. Do you know how many times my Sir has caned or paddled me just because he wanted to let off a little steam? Yes, it hurt, but it’s all in service to my Sir. I thank him for it each and every time. It pleases me that I can provide an outlet for my Sir’s needs. I’m sure if you wanted to whip your faggot’s ass, it would thank you, too, and would still be willing to do whatever you want it to, Mr. Eddie. I’m sorry, maybe I overstepped my bounds, Mr. Eddie.”
“No, no, it’s alright faggot. This was helpful. I’m gonna go home tonight and turn that faggot’s ass red. Maybe I’ll ask Jace to borrow that single tail he’s always bragging about. He loves how it stripes your perky white ass.”
“Enjoy your faggot, Mr. Eddie. That’s what we’re here for.”
“I left you some bills to pay on your desk, faggot. Let me let you get to work.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
The day went by pretty quickly, Mr. Eddie left the office a little early to get home. He was determined to beat his faggot senseless. That left me alone with Mr. Coleman as the other partner was rarely in the office these days. That old geezer came slinking into my office and unbuckled his belt. I knew what he wanted. I took his shriveled old dick into my mouth and in five minutes he fed me a mouthful of backed up cum. He zipped up meekly and slipped out as slippery as he crept in.
At quitting time, Sir Jace came to pick me up.
“How was your day, faggot?”
“It was good, Sir. How was yours?”
“Fantastic, we’re making good progress on this new building. Do I smell cum on your breath, faggot?”
“Yes Sir. Mr. Coleman’s, Sir.”
“I really appreciate you making him happy, faggot. The extra money really helps. That fancy wedding cake you want, now we can afford it.”
“I don’t mind helping out, Sir. I want to make you happy, Sir.”
“And you do, faggot. You do. Hey, did you say something to Eddie about whipping his faggot? He went by the house to pick up my whip.”
“Yes Sir, Mr. Eddie said he’d been wanting to whip faggot Jimmy, but faggot Jimmy hadn’t given him any reason to, so I told Mr. Eddie he didn’t need a reason. I told Mr. Eddie it was his right to whip his faggot just because he wanted to let off a little steam. Mr. Eddie said he wanted to use your whip, Sir.”
“Well, that Eddie was sure excited. I don’t think faggot Jimmy is gonna be walking straight after Eddie beats it tonight.”
“Sir, that’s none of my business. That’s between Mr. Eddie and his faggot, Sir.”
“You’re right about that, faggot, but we both know Eddie will tell us all about it in the morning. Come on, let’s go home.”
I piled into the back seat of my Sir’s truck and we took the short drive home while Sir Jace listened to Kendrick Lamar on the radio.
When we made it home, I stripped in the vestibule and brought my Sir a beer while he watched TV and then I began cooking dinner.
Sir Jace was quiet while I did my thing in the kitchen. I wondered what was going on in his head.
“Sir, can I do anything for you? The chicken needs about another thirty minutes.”
“Yes, you can, faggot. I’m sitting here thinking about Eddie whipping his faggot and saying to myself, why should he have all the fun? Go get me my cane, the good one!”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”
Somewhere in the back of my mind I had a feeling I was gonna get some kind of beating today. That Mr. Eddie filled my Sir’s head with the idea, and I probably had it coming for encouraging Mr. Eddie.
I handed the cane to my Sir and he had me ass up over his lap. My cock cage rested between his thick thighs.
I heard the whir of the cane strike my behind and I yelped from its sting. My Sir rubbed my globes with his large hand after that first strike, then he stung me with three more right in the center of my bum, the fleshiest meat.
I cried out loud, “owwww fuck!”
I felt my Sir’s cock thicken below me. I knew id be getting it one way or another after enduring the cane a little longer.
My Sir struck me five times lower now, almost hitting my balls.
“Owwwwww fuck, Sir! Please!”
“Please? Please what, faggot? Please give you more? No problem!”
My Sir pushed my ass cheek back and struck the sensitive skin of my crack, just over my balloon knot. That hurt like a motherfucker but i asked for it by saying “please”.
“Oooucchhh ohhhh fuck!”
“Don’t you have something to say to me, faggot?”, Sir said as he swatted my ass again and again.
“Thank you, Sir!”, I said through gritted teeth.
“Raise that ass up high and proud for me, faggot, then tell me why you’re thanking me.”
As I was swatted more with my hips raised, “thank you for caning me,Sir. Thank you for allowing me to please you, Sir!”
“It does please me to see your ass so pretty and full of red stripes, faggot. I think it needs just a few more, don’t you think, faggot?”
“Yyyesss Ssssirrr”, I was sobbing now.
Ten more random strikes peppered my fleshy ass and I was broken, laying limp on my Sir’s lap as he admired his work.
“Ohhh yes, look at that red striped ass. It’s perfect.”
My Sir reached for his phone and took some pics.
“Wait til Eddie sees this. He’s gonna love it. And I’m damn sure gonna show Vincent over the weekend.”
“Thank you, Sir for making my ass so pretty, Sir.”
“I don’t want a fire in my house, faggot, im horned to have your ass on my dick, but we have all night. Go check on dinner and bring me another beer.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir”
My ass stung as I dismounted my Sir’s lap. His boner looked like a third leg in his jeans. I was salivating, but it wasn’t time for that.
I served my Sir his dinner on a tray so he could watch the game and I ate standing up in the kitchen because it hurt too much to sit down.
After dessert, my Sir flipped the channel and found some gay porn to watch. He landed on a new Cumdump Sluts video. There were twelve or thirteen guys standing behind a large sofa of all different races and builds, but each with a big cock. One by one they fucked this blonde twink who seemed to be living his fantasy.
My Sir finally called me over after five loads were dumped. His cock was raging in his hand.
I didn’t need further instruction. I knelt between his legs and opened my mouth wide. I placed my hands behind my back, as Sir Jace only likes me to use my mouth on him. He says lazy faggots use their hands. I must have been down there for a good ten or fifteen minutes because when I came up for air, the load counter was up to eight and that twink’s hole was dripping like a cum river.
Sir Jace pushed me off him and had me bend over, my hands gripping my ankles, so he could fuck and continue watching the faggot on tv get loaded. My Sir’s cock was so wet from my slobber it slipped inside easily. Sir held onto my shoulders so I wouldn’t fall over as he bucked into me.
My ass was still on fire from the caning but my Sir still smacked it around, causing it to clench over his cock.
“Fuck yeah, faggot. Squeeze that ass for me!”
I bore down on my Sir’s thick meat and began to slide my hole up and back. I turned my head and saw Sir Jace twisting his nipples as I rode him. His eyes closed, his head tilted upward. A Black Adonis, I was awestruck.
My Sir gripped my hips and took over this breeding. My hand fell off my ankles and my palms were flat on the carpet as I held on and felt the full wrath of my Sir’s big dick battering my insides.
“Ohhhh yes, Sir! Ohhh fuck me, Sir!”
“You like my big dick up your ass, faggot? You want me to breed you like that slut on the screen? I bet you wish that was you, don’t you faggot? Look at him, twelve loads up that ass and he’s about to get one more!”
I don’t know what my Sir was watching because I couldn’t crane my neck in this position, but whatever it was, my Sir went full pound town until he growled.
“Take my load, faggot! Grrrrrrr ahhhhhhh ohhhhh ffffuuuccckkk!”
I had some sick giddy smile on my face as my Sir loaded me up. I’m always so grateful each time a part of him lives inside me.
“Thank you, Sir! Ohhh thank you, Sir. Thank you for fucking and breeding me, Sir!”
I came off his cock and gently took it in my mouth as it deflated. My Sir pressed my head against him tightly and started to piss down my throat. Ohhh, wow what a delicious treat as I swallowed it down as it gushed. My Sir shook his cock over my tongue and then sat down and checked his phone.
“Look at this, faggot! Looks like Eddie really took his faggot to the woodshed tonight.”
My Sir showed me pictures of faggot Jimmy with giant lashes all over its back, from shoulders to upper thighs. Then there were frontal shots. The faggot’s chest and abs also whipped beyond recognition. Those lashes were deep and would take time to heal.
“Sir, that’s impressive. I hope faggot Jimmy appreciated it.”
“I’m sure it did, faggot. It’s a lot like you, a masochist is there ever was one. Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m sure I got another load for you.”
I helped my Sir strip and we got into his bed, I crept under the sheet to suck his cock hard.
My Sir spooned me on my side, his cock snaking its way into my rectum, and he slow fucked me while nibbling my ear, my neck, lightly biting my shoulder and giving me hickey’s. Once he shot his nut, he fell asleep and eventually I did, too, wrapped in the arms of my love, my Sir, my King.
