Well, the morning started like any other weekday. Urinal duty, breakfast duty, packing lunches, ironing Sir’s clothes. My goal each and every morning is to anticipate Sir’s every need is met. Thankfully, on this particular morning, there was no drama.
As Sir and I expected, Mr. Eddie was chomping at the bit to tell us all about his evening with his faggot, Jimmy.
He went into extraordinary detail about how he tied his faggot’s wrists to the rafters in the basement ceiling as it hung slightly off the ground, its toes barely touching the cement floor. Mr. Eddie said he’d pulled his faggot’s jock and cage off and let it sway back and forth when it lost its footing and lashed it from every and all angles, even taking a small whip to his faggot’s balls and cock. Mr. Eddie said he hadn’t whipped a faggot in years and how cathartic it was for him to release all that frustration, the endorphin rush and the adrenaline coursed through his veins and at some point his faggot went from begging him to stop to begging him to keep going, even sticking its ass out, pleading for Mr. Eddie to beat it harder. Even Mr. Eddie seemed so surprised by such a strong reaction from his faggot, but the biggest shock of all was when he whipped faggot Jimmy’s little pecker, it came all over the floor. Mr. Eddie released his faggot from the rafters and made him lick it up and said seeing his faggot’s face covered in its own jizz got him so horned up. Mr. Eddie said he hadn’t fucked his faggot so hard and had such an incredible orgasm, unlike he’d had in years. Mr. Eddie said he felt so much lighter that morning, the tension all gone from his body.
“You see, Eddie, beating your faggot is like therapy. It’s good for the faggot and it’s good for us.”
“I can see that now. You should have seen my faggot on its knees, kissing my feet, thanking me for beating it to a pulp. You saw the pictures, Jace. I had no idea my faggot was capable of taking such a beating. It truly was incredible. It was like with every lash I gave it, my faggot came alive! The faggot even said it loved the way its skin tingled and burned when we finished, it said it felt like it was floating.”
“Eddie, I’m sure part of that was learned at that faggot camp, but I think real faggots are just made different than men. They thrive on the degradation, the humiliation, the letting go of their own humanity and get off on submitting themselves to us. It truly is the epitome of the power exchange between a man and his faggot. I know my faggot reaches the far recesses of faggotry when I whip it. It’s a complete loss of control that they find euphoric, and let’s be honest, Eddie, I think when we get them there, it’s euphoric for us, too. It’s just like a religious experience. It was amusing to cane my faggot’s ass last night, but we definitely didn’t hit the highs of your session last night.”
“Jace, last night was special. I don’t know if we’ll ever get there again, but I will sure damn try. I felt like I’d taken a drug, but it was just pure adrenaline that fueled me.”
“I have an idea, Eddie, we can take our faggots to the Club one night and put on one hell of a show. That would be so awesome.”
“Jace, you’re on. Let’s let my faggot heal and we’ll plan it in a few weeks. Maybe one good whipping session before you marry your faggot might be good for the two of you?”
“What do you think, faggot? You want Eddie and I to whip your asses in public? I already know the answer, of course you do! I’ve already seen how you love to show off when I’ve beaten you there before. You’re such an attention whore, faggot.”
“Sir, thank you, Sir for wanting to take me and Mr. Eddie’s faggot to the Club, Sir. I’m your faggot, Sir. You are my King, Sir. I am happy to serve you in any way, Sir!”
“Of course you are, faggot. Who wouldn’t want to serve me. Look at me, I’m a fucking God!”
“Alright Jace, we all know you’re a stud. No need to broadcast it.”
“Eddie, it’s always good to remind your faggot just how good it has it. My faggot won the lottery with me. It should be grateful!”
“I am very grateful, Sir. You are my life, Sir. I live to worship you, Sir!”
I started to kneel and felt an urgent need to kiss my Sir’s booted feet, but Mr. Eddie intervened just before I could pay tribute.
“Jace, I think you better get to work now. Your faggot has plenty of work to do here and so do I. I’ll see you later, Jace.”
“Ok ok, Eddie. I get the hint. I’m going. Faggot, you make me proud today, you hear me?”
“Yes Sir!”
Every single day my Sir reminds me to do whatever I’m asked, to make him proud, not go disappoint him. I don’t need this daily reminder, but nonetheless my Sir finds it important to reinforce his expectations of me, so I listen intently and do everything I can to meet or surpass Sir’s expectations.
The week went by quickly without any fanfare. I sucked off Mr. Coleman a couple of times and began to wonder how much he was paying for my oral services. Sir Jace would never tell me. I know nothing about our finances but I do know that Mr. Coleman must have been paying my Sir off the books because I found no paper trail in the accounting records. My Sir insisted I keep Mr. Coleman satisfied so we can book the band we want for our wedding. It was a small sacrifice I was willing to make to please my man.
Naturally, my Sir used both my holes for his sexual needs every night. He is such a stud and his balls produce so much cum. My Sir gets very cranky if he doesn’t blow a couple of loads a day.
It was finally Friday night and not only were we expecting the fairy and Mr. Vincent, my Sir invited Mr. Eddie and his faggot Jimmy over, too. My Sir had me run to the liquor store to get drinks for the men and my Sir took a stop at the dispensary on the way home to get more weed.
I was very busy in the kitchen preparing a meal for six, fully expecting that we faggots would be serving the men at the Dining Room table while we ate in the kitchen. It’s rare when faggots get invited to dine with Alpha men. Usually, we are so busy being their servants that it doesn’t logistically work. Each one of us waited on our respective Alpha hand and foot, pouring drinks, serving seconds, whatever they needed was provided. Mr. Eddie even had his faggot rubbing his feet under the table while he ate.
When the dishes were cleared and we faggots were eating our own meals and cleaning up, that’s when Sir Jace opened the discussion for Mr. Vincent to ask more questions. We could overhear everything since the kitchen wasn’t separated by a wall.
“So Vincent, it’s been five days since you were here. I’m sure you have more questions. I asked my buddy Eddie to come here tonight so you’d have more than one perspective. Feel free to ask us anything.
“Well, I can see some serious welts all over your faggot’s body, Eddie, and fading welts on your faggot’s ass, Jace. What did they do wrong? Why were they beaten?”
“Excellent question, Vincent. I’ll let Eddie chime in, but the simple answer is, my faggot didn’t do anything wrong. I just felt like caning its ass for my own amusement. I like seeing its white ass striped like a goddamn candy cane. It gets me hard hearing it beg me for it and even harder when it thanks me afterward. It’s a perk of having a faggot.”
“I agree with Jace. My faggot didn’t do anything wrong either, in fact , it had been fucking perfect, too perfect. I will tell you, Vincent, being a partner in a construction firm is a stressful job. I hadn’t beaten any faggot in years, I didn’t realize how much tension I was carrying and it was a rush using Jace’s single-tail on that faggot. Watching it squirm at first was making my dick chub. But then some inner switch turned on in my faggot’s brain and it was pleading for me to hit it harder. It even came all over the floor when I took a cat-o-nine tail to its little dick. I was so pumped up, I fucked the living daylights out of it and boy, let me tell you, I never came so hard in my life!”
“That sounds incredible guys. It’s sounds like these faggots are like punching bags then, am I right?”
“Yes, that’s exactly right, Vincent.”, my Sir said, “but unlike a punching bag, a faggot will kiss the ground you walk on after you beat it. It will thank you a million times over.”
“Wow! This is blowing my mind, but what happens when your faggot is disobedient, how do you correct it?”
“I’ll take this one, Jace. Vincent, correcting a faggot can be tricky. Always remember you have the upper hand. Yes, depending on the infraction, a severe punishment might be the only choice to send the message that their obstinance is just not acceptable. The key is to ingrain in their faggot minds that no should not be a word in their vocabulary. But there are so many ways to correct a faggot. You can banish them to a corner of the room facing the wall for time to think about their actions, you can make it do menial tasks like cleaning the grout in the bathrooms with a toothbrush, you can deny it sex for long periods of time, make it mow the lawn in its jock barefoot, make it do other humiliating things in public like barking like a dog in a supermarket, use your imagination, anything is possible really.”
“Once I made my faggot take a Viagra before bed. It was pure agony for my faggot but it had it coming to him. Can you imagine how awful it must have been? That little nub of a dick trying to get hard locked in a cock cage! That bitch stole money from me. You have no idea how ill-behaved my faggot was. I sent it off to a faggot training camp and now you see for yourself just how obedient it is. Shit, look at Eddie’s faggot, too, it’s done a complete turnaround. Look, like Eddie said, you need to be firm, you need to send a message, it needs to be meaningful. We Alpha men should never take any bull shit from a faggot. My faggot fears me as yours should, too. Faggots will do whatever you want them to because most of the time they are fearful of disappointing us, fearful of our tempers, fearful of going a day without any of our dick.”
“Guys, what I’m hearing is that punishment has to be swift, appropriate and meaningful. They expect punishment when they fail to live up to our standards.”
“Vincent, my faggot expects punishment if it looks at me the wrong way or has any rebellious thoughts. I know what my faggot is thinking even before it does. You will, too, when you spend more time with your faggot, you’ll know how to get it motivated. You’ll know how to unleash its full faggot potential.”, Sir Jace said.
“What about their families? Are they cut off completely? I didn’t see they had cellphones”
“Vincent, your faggot still has its cell phone during the week. Once under my roof there’s no need for it to have a phone because I got everything it needs right here”, said pointing to his crotch. “My faggot willingly turned its phone over to me months ago. I caught it watching smut and it was on all the hook up apps. It was too much temptation for it to handle so it decided to go through life without one. It’s family knows to contact me directly if they need to contact my faggot.”
“I don’t allow my faggot a phone either. Besides, its family threw it out of the house once it turned 18. Its family are devout evangelicals and think my faggot is destined to hell. It’s for its own good that it has no contact with its family ever again.”, Mr. Eddie chimed in.
“I guess if these faggots aren’t distracted with cellphones they are more focused on serving us. That’s a good thing.”
“Vincent, now you’re getting it! I make my faggot tell me almost daily that I’m its number one priority. It wakes up and thinks of me, my needs, and it dreams about me when it’s asleep. Any faggot worth its weight will worship the ground you walk on, Vincent. They will bow at your feet, and thank you for making them feel worthy, for giving it purpose.”
“Wow Jace. Doesn’t all this affirmation and praise go to your head every once in a while?”
“Absolutely not! We deserve it. We are men, Vincent. We expect respect from our faggots. One of my favorite things in life is to strut around the city with my faggot on a leash behind me. Do you know how that makes me feel? It makes me feel powerful, Vincent. You should see how people look at me with awe in their eyes.”
“I agree with Jace on this one, Vincent. It’s a wonderful thing to wake up every morning with a faggot groveling at my feet, showing its devotion and praising me. You get used to it, and it’s very addicting.”
“Damn, I wish I knew about this life years ago. I really feel like I’ve missed out on this. Can I ask another question?”
“Vincent. That’s why we’re here. Ask away.”, said my Sir.
“I’ve been thinking about something. I was watching The Handmaid’s Tale the other night and was thinking of changing the fairy’s name to “Ofvincent”. Of course, when it’s here with you Jace, you call it whatever you want, but when I’m ready to take it in my house full-time, I’m liking that. After all, that faggot will belong to me.”
“Vincent, I like it, I like it a lot. In fact, I’m gonna start calling it Ofvincent as of tonight so it will get used to its new name”
“Jace, I wish I would have thought of that. OfEddie sounds kind of nice but I don’t want to copy our new friend Vincent. Besides, I think my faggot would get confused. It’s not the smartest faggot in the universe but it sure has a great ass.”
“Yes, Eddie. I noticed your faggot’s ass when I came in. It does have a great ass. My faggot, I mean Ofvincent, has a fat juicy ass. Your’s is more firm and round.”
“And let’s not forget Ofvincent has the tiniest little micro dick I’ve even seen”, my Sir said and the three men started to laugh so hard.
Mr. Eddie asked, “speaking of that micro dick, are you planning to keep it caged? I’ll tell you what, ever since I locked up my faggot’s nub, it is always horned up for my dick. It is also focused only on me. It doesn’t need to use its dicklet for anything other than pissing.”
“My faggot is locked up permanently, Vincent. I had that thing welded shut. Eddie is right, my faggot is always lusting for my cock, and never touches itself. When I am feeling generous, I can make it cum just by fucking its ass. You know it has crossed my mind once or twice to have it castrated, but I’m not that cruel. Well, if my faggot ever did anything to piss me off I might feel differently.”
I was shocked to hear my own Sir talking openly about castrating me! I mean, I know my cock is locked up for the rest of my life, but I can’t imagine losing it. I vowed I’d never do anything to make my Sir so mad that he’d consider it again.
“So Vincent, I have a question for you. Have you come out to your family as an Alpha male yet? Once you take in a faggot, you can’t hide it from the world. When I told my mother she said she already knew I was different. She said even when I was a teenager I always walked around like I owned the world, that I was better than everyone else, that I was always telling other boys what to do. I guess I was always in the gym and feeling my might”, my Sir said. I believed that. I could only imagine how the other boys looked up to my Sir the way I do.
“Well, Jace, I know I need to do that soon. My parents still think I’m straight. I only dated women. I should have realized I was gay when I was making my faggot suck me off all those years ago. Sex with chicks just wasn’t as good. Loose pussies, unwilling to go down on me, always bitching and moaning about something. It was never fun for me. When Ofvincent sucked me off last week, it was the best head I had in ten years, which was the last time it blew me. I was gonna take my parents to dinner this week and tell them about me and then tell them about Ofvincent. They are Italian Catholics so I’m not sure how they will take it, but I have to live my truth.”
“I’m sure it will be fine, Vincent. They can’t make you deny who you really are. You are an Alpha man, when you tell them, do it with all of the confidence that comes with being an elite breed. You should think about taking Ofvincent with you on its leash. If they see that, they will know you’re serious.”
“My folks in the Caribbean know I’m an Alpha man. My father said when I was 16 that with my eleven inch dick it was no wonder I had a feeling of superiority. I was the envy of all the boys in my school.”
“Seriously, Eddie, you have an eleven inch dick? No way!”
“I do, want me to show you?”
“I’m curious, yes, I’m probably about nine uncut and I thought I was huge, but eleven inches doesn’t even sound possible!”
“Oh it sure is possible. I’ll prove it to you. Hey faggot, get you ass over here now!”
Mr. Eddie’s faggot ran into the dining room and Mr. Eddie was already standing up with his fly open.
“Suck!”, was all Mr. Eddie needed to say.
I hadn’t seen faggot Jimmy suck dick since he went to that faggot camp and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It used to gag all the time, but not now. The faggot was swallowing Mr. Eddie’s cock down like magic. It was like the faggot’s jaws were unhinged. We could all see Mr. Eddie’s cock rapidly inflate and when it reached its full length, Mr. Eddie pushed his faggot’s head away and pointed it straight at Mr. Vincent.
“You see, I didn’t lie. Eleven inches right here.”
“Well, fuck me, that thing is a beast! And you fuck your faggot with that? How does it even walk?”
“It walks funny, that’s how it walks, Vincent. I fuck my faggot every day, and not only does it walk funny, it can’t sit right either. And you know what? It thanks me for it, as it should. I could fuck any faggot in the city with my big dick and my faggot knows it, so it bends over any time I want some ass.”
“Damn, I’d love to see that!”, Vincent said. “I’d like to see its face when you fuck it.”
“Jace, you mind if we take this party to the living room so I can fuck my faggot over the sofa?”
“Be my guest. There’s lube in the pocket of my throne.”
“Your throne, Jace?”, Vincent asked.
“Yes, my throne. I am a King, Vincent. King’s sit on a throne. Shit, I should buy myself a crown and wear it around the house.”
“Jace, I don’t need no lube. I’m gonna get my faggot to suck me again and get it real wet.”
“You’re a man after my own heart, Eddie. I don’t like fucking with lube either. Natural is always the best. Once you fuck a load into them, they don’t need any more lube for the rest of the night.”, my Sir added.
Mr. Eddie, Mr. Vincent, and my Sir moved to the living room. My Sir sat on his throne, Mr. Vincent sat on the sofa and Mr. Eddie had his faggot bent over the back of the sofa next to him so he had a front row seat to the action.
“Hey Ofvincent, get my buddy’s dick wet!”, my Sir commanded.
Ofvincent kneeled in front of the sofa and I could see in its eyes that it had never seen such a huge fuckstick in all its life. Ofvincent did its best to slobber all over that big thing and there were clear strands of drool and phlegm dripping out of its mouth, down its chin.
Mr. Eddie pushed Ofvincent off of his anaconda, turned slightly, pulled his faggot’s hips back and lined up for entry. Mr. Eddie wasted no time and pierced right through down to his balls. Having been on the receiving end of Mr. Eddie’s snake a few times I could relate to the pressure his faggot was feeling up in its butt. Mr. Vincent was mesmerized watching Mr. Eddie hammer his faggot relentlessly, showing off exactly what his more than ample cock can do, gaping his faggot’s hole, swirling his hips around to stretch it wider. I wasn’t the only one that noticed Mr. Vincent groping himself. Mr. Vincent was fixated on faggot Jimmy’s face, how it moaned in absolute ecstasy and the look of joy in its face, its eyelids fluttering.
“Hey, Vincent, you wanna fuck my faggot? Mr. Eddie asked.
“Nah, I don’t think I can get it up with an audience.”
“Nonsense, Vincent”, my Sir said. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. We’re all well hung men here. We share our faggots all the time. That’s what they’re made for. At least let Eddie’s faggot blow you while it’s getting fucked.”
“Ummm ok, I’ll give it a try.”
Mr. Vincent unzipped and his plump uncut cock dropped like dead weight out of his briefs. It was thick. There was so much hair everywhere, like a dense forest. His plum sized balls were hard to see through the thicket. Mr. Eddie rotated his faggots hips so that it could suck on Mr. Vincent at the same time. Mr. Eddie pushed the back of his fagoot’s head down and held it there until it was gasping for breath. Mr. Vincent’s cock was just as long as my Sir’s only white and uncut.
My Sir took his cock out and had Ofvincent sucking on it. I was left out of the action observing from afar.
“Vincent, you should try fucking my faggot’s hole. As you can see for yourself, there’s no need to be modest here. We’re just men fucking faggots, it’s perfectly natural.”
My Sir offered up my hole to Mr. Vincent, he’s always pimping me out to his friends.
“Yeah, ok why not?”
By this point Mr. Eddie and my Sir were already naked, Mr. Vincent shrugged his shoulders and pulled off his shirt. Holy fuck, Mr. Vincent was ripped from head to toe! Huge pecs with nickel sized nipples and an eight pack. All smothered in thick dark hair. Huge biceps and dark patches of underarm hair, too. He was a Roman god! I was caught staring by my Sir.
“Faggot, what did I tell you about staring! Prop that ass up for Vincent and let him fuck it.”
Oh fuck, Mr. Vincent’s cock was massive and I was grateful Mr. Eddie’s faggot got it nice and wet for me. What a scene! Ofvincent was sitting on my Sir’s cock riding it hard. Both me and Mr. Eddie’s faggot were facing the back of the sofa getting our holes battered. It was like a porn movie!
My Sir pushed OfVincent off his hard cock after a few minutes.
“Well, I guess this is as good a time as any to show you all this new toy I bought for these faggots. You’re gonna love this.”
Sir Jace looked so beautiful walking to his bedroom with his erection pointing upward, his chest pumped and that fine hairy muscled ass on full display. I love that man deeply.
When he returned he had in his hand a double-sided dildo that was 18” long and thick as a big cucumber.
My Sir lubed it up and tossed it to Ofvincent and then told Mr. Vincent to pull out and watch the show. Even Mr. Eddie pulled his dick out of his faggot’s asshole to watch. Both Ofvincent and I were on our hands and knees on the floor. My Sir squatted down to guide the entry of each side of the dildo into our already opened holes.
“Oh yeah, that’s it faggots. Push your asses down all the way. You see this Eddie and Vincent. Look at these two faggots swallowing up that fake black dick!”, Sir said excitedly.
“Look Jace, their asses are bouncing off each other. I’ve never seen anything like it. Look at them go!”, Mr. Vincent shouted.
We were like two pigs in a pigpen. I felt my small pert ass bounce against Ofvincent’s big juicy globes as we clenched our holes and took turns penetrating one another. My Sir stood by my mouth and pried it open and began to fuck my face. I couldn’t see from my view but it sounded like Ofvincent was slobbering over his Boss’s fat one. In front of me, Mr. Eddie resumed banging his faggot’s hole over the sofa.
Mr. Vincent was so excited I heard him cumming hard. I’d soon see he spray painted his faggot’s face with streaks of his white hot semen. My Sir pumped his load down my throat while Mr. Eddie shot his nut right up his faggot’s asshole.
My Sir commanded me and faggot Jimmy to clean Ofvincent’s face. We hungrily licked Mr. Vincent’s load and made out and snowballed it between us.
When the sex was over, the three Alphas relaxed on the sofa and lit a blunt. They were getting toasted and seemed so relaxed. Us faggots went to clean ourselves up a bit.
It was almost midnight at this point. My Sir suggested I make up the sofa bed for Mr. Eddie and faggot Jimmy. Mr. Vincent and Ofvincent would take my room, and I’d sleep with him. I thought I got the best option of us all!
I don’t know if faggot Jimmy or Ofvincent got more dick that night, but smoking weed always makes my Sir horny as fuck. After I helped him out of his clothes, he pointed to his cock and I began sucking it back to full mast. My Sir pulled me up so our lips met and my Sir began to suck on my tongue. He placed his strong arms around my back and flipped me onto my stomach.i felt my Sir’s body press against mine, his breath in my ear as his cock worked its way inside of me. My Sir slowly rocked his hips up and down, gyrating them, a sensuous and long deep dicking. I felt safe under his massive body. My Sir wrapped his arms around my torso tightly and I knew he was about to unload, his cock pistoned in and out, his muscles tensed and I heard him roar right in my ear as his powerful cock let go and shot off like a cannon right in my rectum.
It was the most glorious way to end the workweek. My Sir fell asleep on top of me with his cock still up my ass. I smiled and tears of happiness ran down my cheeks as I drifted off to sleep, too.
