The morning after a group sex party is always awkward after the highs of sex wear off. My Sir’s urine tasted god awful that morning, but in my endless pursuit of pleasing him, I swallowed willingly, focusing more on the act of service and the warmth of the velvety texture rather than the taste. Sometimes I can compartmentalize my senses but it does take a lot of practice.
Sir Jace didn’t release my mouth from his flaccid cock after he’d finishing peeing. Instead, he held my head down with both hands, pressing hard as he began to pump my face full of dick. I felt Sir’s cock thicken and grow harder with every passing second. He woke up full of sexual energy even with a slight hangover. I looked longingly up to Sir’s eyes and he stared back down at me with a look of determination and lust to breed my throat. I slightly nodded my head up and down signaling my willingness for him to use my mouth as his fuck toy. He was relentless, throating me now, gobs of slime flying everywhere as I held onto my Sir’s ass to keep from falling over. I pushed my head forward as Sir held onto the sides of my head and fucked even deeper and faster.
Sir pulled out of my mouth, lifted me off my knees by the arm and told me to lay flat on my back with my head hanging over the edge.
“Open up, faggot!”
I opened wide and my Sir placed both his balls in my mouth and I gave them a nice tongue bath, gently sucking and biting as well. I loved the way my Sir smelled in the morning. I was drunk just from his sweat and natural musk. Moaning hungrily over his sack.
“Munch on my balls, faggot. That’s it.”
Sir reached over and twisted and pulled on my nipples as I went after them in a heady state of lust.
Then my Sir pulled his balls away from me and I wanted to cry but in a second his big fat Black cock was thrusted right down my throat. My Sir held onto my throat to feel it bulging as his cock slid in and out. In that moment I truly felt like a human fuck toy and I loved every single second of it. Sir Jace shredded my throat, I felt his big balls on my face. I could wake up like this every morning. My face felt like a drum when my Sir pulled his strong hard erection from my mouth and beat my cheeks and my lips with it, rubbing his crotch and smothering me with his fuckstick. I felt his precum streaking my chin and knew he was getting closer to feeding me. As Sir readied himself to blow down my throat, new and sick sounding noises were coming out out of my mouth, all kinds of slime and thick goo, but I held on wanting desperately the ultimate reward of my Sir’s ball juice, and as it began spraying my tonsils I felt like I was in heaven. It was the best feeling ever.
I could barely speak but I managed to say in a very hoarse voice, Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to receive your seed. Thank you!” I was elated, and at a loss for more words.
“You’re welcome, faggot. Why don’t you get started on making our guests breakfast.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.”
Sir Jace went to his bathroom to freshen up and I quietly went into the kitchen. Well, it turned out that I wasn’t the only faggot in the house getting dick that morning because right there on the living room sofa bed, faggot Jimmy was riding Mr. Eddie’s donkey dick. He looked giddy bouncing up and down, and Mr. Eddie’s large hand was squeezing his faggot’s caged cock and balls in his left hand. I didn’t want to interrupt their intimacy so I tip-toed down the hallway to my bathroom so I could freshen up.
Sure enough, I could hear through the wall Mr. Vincent slamming into Ofvincent’s ass so hard the headboard of my bed was hitting against the wall. Ofvincent wasn’t quiet, I heard him pleading for his new Boss to fuck it harder and it was crying out, “oh yes! Yes! Give it to me please, Boss!”
I was so happy to know that Mr. Vincent and Ofvincent were getting on so well.
As I was finishing my morning routine in the bathroom, I heard Mr. Vincent howl and yell, “oooohhhhhh yeesssss, ohhhhhh fuuuuccckkk yyyyeeessss! Take my fucking load, faggot! Ohhhh fuuucckkk!”
And at the same time I heard Ofvincent moaning delightfully, “ohhhhh yessss, breed me, Boss. Take my hole. Ohhhh yeesss!”
No doubt those two had a great start to the morning.
When I returned to the kitchen, my Sir and Eddie were sitting in their underwear at the kitchen table comparing notes. Faggot Jimmy was still in the living room basking in the coital bliss.
I started on a pot of coffee and decided to cook up some bacon, eggs and pancakes.
The two Alphas were soon joined by Mr. Vincent who looked like a model in his black Jockey briefs. These men were all smiling, jovial, and cracking jokes. It was great to see the Bros bonding. I had my fellow faggots help me set the table and serve the men. We ate standing up at the kitchen counter not wanting to encroach in their space.
Mr. Eddie said he and his faggot needed to get going as he had a list of things he needed his faggot to do around the house. Faggot Jimmy put back on his street clothes and we all said our good-byes.
That left Mr. Vincent and Ofvincent with us for the rest of the weekend.
“Hey Vincent, do you shoot hoops at all? I usually play with my buddies on Saturday mornings if you’d like to play.”
“Jace, I was a point guard in high school. I’d love to play.”
“Great! I think I’ve got some shorts that will fit you. My buddy Collins will be there. We do shirts and skins, three on three. We prefer skins, because when you have bodies like ours, why not show them off.”
“Sure, Jace. Sounds like fun. If Collins is anything like Eddie, I’m sure I’ll like him.”
“Actually, Collins is straight and has a girlfriend. Don’t tell him I’m telling you this, but he also likes to use my faggot’s holes from time to time. He says his bitch don’t go down on him like my faggot can. I keep telling him that faggots are the best cocksuckers because they love dick. They live for dick and can’t survive without dick. Chicks don’t approach sucking dick the same as faggots.”
“You’re not wrong about that Jace. I am starting to see that for myself. Not only that, when I fucked Ofvincent’s ass this morning is was way tighter than any pussy I ever fucked. It was so amazing around my dick. Funny thing is, my faggot was begging for my load, begging for me to bang it harder. With chicks you gotta be gentle. I was far from gentle this morning.”
“I’m so glad you had a good morning fuck. It’s important for us Alphas to drain our balls often. We can’t let our shit get backed up, you know what I mean? I know I get real cranky when I don’t release. I almost made my faggot puke this morning fucking its brains out. I should have told you, my faggot is the best cocksucker in the city. I’ve had plenty of faggots in my life suck my cock, nobody comes close.”
“Lucky man, Jace.”
“Let’s get going or we’re gonna be late for the game.”
My Sir went back to his bedroom to put on his shorts and get some for Mr. Vincent. Then they left and I was once again alone with Ofvincent.
“How are things going with you and Mr. Vincent?”, I asked,
“I think they’re going great. He’s such a hot looking man. I never would have expected that when I was blowing him ten years ago. I think I’m going to like being his faggot.”
“That’s good to hear. I can tell, Mr. Vincent really likes you, I think he’s really serious about taking you in. I hope it works out for the two of you.”
“Thank you, that means so much coming from you. I’ll still never be you, but I’m trying.”
“You don’t have to be me, Ofvincent. Just be yourself and that will be good enough. Always remember though, every day is a new day to be even better than the day before. Every day is an another chance to put your best foot forward, to be the faggot you aspire to be, to provide service to your Alpha. I know I wake up every single morning and before I even think about myself, I think about my Sir. You do that, and you will make Mr. Vincent a very happy man.”
Thank you, my faggot brother. What’s on our agenda today?”
“Today, we will clean out the refrigerator, vacuum and mop floors, clean the toilets and tubs. I might even have you mow the lawn. There’s always something to do and as my Sir always says, “idle time is wasted time”, so we better get to it.”
Sure, I can put on some clothes and now the lawn if you like?”
“Ofvincent! Are you trying to get us in trouble? No clothes! You go out there in your jockstrap and mow the lawn. You can wear shoes as Sir would want you to be safe out there on the slippery grass.”
“Ok, ok, no clothes. You were right about one thing, I suppose I still have feelings of modesty and I know I need to work on that.”
“Ofvincent, the only thing in my life that matters is making my Sir proud of me and serving him well. In order to do that, I stopped caring about what anyone else thinks. I have an audience of one. You will learn Mr. Vincent’s preferences and desires and will want to please him. It will take time to let go of all of your shame, all of your guilt, all of your own selfish desires and commit yourself to true devotion. Somewhere in that journey, any iota of modesty disappears.”
“I feel like I could talk to you forever my faggot brother, you have so much wisdom.”
“I don’t know about that, Ofvincent. I have years of faggot experience, that’s what I have. I have made mistakes, I’ve slipped up from time to time and I still do, I’m not perfect, but I am committed to doing my absolute best to submit myself completely in every and all ways to the love of my life, my Sir. Now, off you go, there is grass to be cut out there and I need to get started in here.”
“Ok, ok. I’m going.”
For the next three hours, Ofvincent and I worked around the house making ourselves useful while our men were playing basketball. It was after 2pm when my Sir, Mr. Vincent, and Collins came home. Each were sweating, shirtless with towels draped around their necks.
“Hey faggot, bring us some cold ones and some sandwiches. We worked up an appetite out there today.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”
“Damn Jace, I swear you got it made. My girl would tell me to get my own damn sandwich.”
“Collins, you need to see the light like my brother Vincent here. Tell him Vincent how you used to bang chicks and now that you had a taste of the good life you ain’t never going back.”
“Well, Jace, I’m gay. It took me until now to realize it. I think Collins is still into pussy, but I will admit, having a faggot in my life is gonna make it so much better.”
“Collins, I keep telling you, you can keep a faggot and a girlfriend. You can have both, but you never listen to me.”
“Alright, Jace. Lay off. I’ve heard you so many times already. I’m just not there yet.”
“Vincent, did I tell you that Collins is the man who tattooed my faggot’s chest? He’s got a studio in town. Maybe you’ll get your faggot tatted, too when the time is right.”
“That would be hot branding Ofvincent, permanently marking him as mine. What about the tattoos on your faggot and Eddie’s faggot’s asses? Did you do those, too?”
“No, no, that’s not my work. That was that faggot camp they went to. They certified the faggots as graduates of their program.”
“I would be more pissed off of the program wasn’t so effective.”, my Sir said. I don’t like how it interferes with me caning its backside. I can’t see the stripes as clearly as I like, but hey, look at my faggot now. It was so worth it.”
That was my cue to bring them their beers and sandwiches as they sat at the kitchen table.
“Where’s Ofvincent?”, my Sir asked.
“In the shower, Sir. It just finished mowing the lawn and trimming the shrubs.”
“That’s not acceptable! That faggot should have been at the door ready to wait on us hand and foot! Tell it to hurry up. I’m sure it’s Boss would like a massage after playing such a great game. After all, it was Vincent’s 3-point shot that won us the game.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir. I’ll lay some towels on the bed and warm the massage oil, Sir.”
“Good faggot, but get us another round first.”
“Of course, Sir.”
I must confess, the smell of these Alpha men sweating and their musk was making me crazy with feelings of lust. I wanted to bury my nose and tongue in their pits and crotches. I would have paid them for the honor, but my Sir would have beaten me to a pulp for giving in to my own impulses. I probably took too long just now, even if I only hesitated for a few moments just to drink their scents in.
“Faggot, why haven’t you moved yet. What’s going on, faggot?”
“Ohhh, sorry, Sir. It’s nothing.”
“Faggot, what are you hiding from me? I can see the lie all over your face? And you know how I hate it when my faggots say sorry, that don’t work in my house!”
“Sir, it’s just that you all smell so good, Sir, so ripe, Sir. I just wanted to smell it a little more. I’m sorry, Sir.”
As soon as I said “I’m sorry” a second time I knew I was in trouble.
My Sir stood up from the table and walked over to me, lifted his left arm up and shoved my face right into it, roughly pushing my head down hard, rubbing my nose all over the damp tufts of hair.
“Get a good whiff of my man stink, faggot!”
After a few seconds, he pulled my head back and slapped me hard across the face.
“Don’t you ever embarrass me in front of guests! Beers now!”
“Yes Sir!”, I knew I would be getting more “correction” later, my Sir never lets me get away with anything.
I sprinted to the fridge and pulled out three beers, twisted off the caps and ran them over to the table.
My Sir’s resting stern face had a scowl now.
I left to fetch Ofvincert before my Sir had any ideas of swatting me again.
I heard him say, “you see, Vincent. You can’t let these faggots slip. Just now, I asked for beer, and my faggot didn’t act fast enough. Instead, it stood there like a moron sniffing the air. How fucking selfish! These faggots should always put us first! Don’t you worry, I’m gonna school my faggot later! Obviously, it needs reminding of who’s in charge.”
“Jace, that’s the first time I’ve seen your faggot step out of line. Do you slap its face often? Do I need to do that with Ofvincent?”
“A good face slap is effective, Vincent. It knocks some sense into their faggot brains and gets them back on track. I probably slap my faggot at least two to three times a week, but it used to be two to three times a day before faggot camp. You can’t be timid, Vincent. You have to be firm and don’t be afraid to do whatever you need to do to get your faggot’s priorities in order.”
“So, it wouldn’t be out of line if I slapped my faggot around because it wasn’t presenting itself to me when we came through the door and is making me wait for my massage?”
“Yes, Vincent. You can slap your faggot around for that. It will learn to be prepared for your arrival next time. Remember, swift, timely, and meaningful. You have to make an impact or don’t bother at all, Vincent.”
Just then, I returned to the men with Ofvincent in tow.
Mr. Vincent surprised me by standing up and struck Ofvincent hard right across its face. Three successive hard slaps to the right cheek leaving a visible red mark and leaving Ofvincent completely shell shocked.
“Do you know why I slapped you, Ofvincent?”
“No Boss, I have no idea. What did I do?”
“What did you do? I think the question is what you didn’t do, Ofvincent. When I come through the door I expect you to be present and you weren’t!”
“I’m so sorry, Boss. I promise I won’t do that again, Boss.”
Ofvincent humbled itself by bowing and bending down to kiss Mr. Vincent’s feet begging for forgiveness.
Mr. Vincent crossed his arms in front of his chest and stuck out his chest confidentially embracing his faggot groveling at his feet.
“Well done, Vincent. You see. I told you, swift, timely, and meaningful. Now your faggot is kissing your feet.”
“Jace, Vincent, you see why I don’t have a faggot. I don’t know that I can do what you both just did. I would feel bad. I do enjoy getting my dick sucked and fucking faggots holes but I draw the line there.”, Collins interjected.
“Collins, then I agree, you shouldn’t have a faggot if you can’t discipline it appropriately. It would walk all over you. No judgment, buddy. But I knew the moment I met Vincent he had it in him. I mean the guy was forcing Ofvincent to suck his dick ten years ago, it takes a real Alpha man to make that happen. I think you’re too nice, Collins. That’s why your girl doesn’t listen to you.”
“Hey, hey, Jace. Come on. Give me a break. I didn’t come here to get a lecture.”
“You’re right, Collins. I guess these faggots got me in a foul mood.”
“It’s ok Jace. I need to get going anyway. I have to open the studio for some appointments I booked this afternoon.”
“Do you want to shower before you go, Collins? My faggot can get you a towel and anything else you need.”
“That would be great, Jace. Thanks.”
“Faggot, go get Collins what he needs. Ofvincent, your Boss wants a massage. My faggot set everything up in the back room for you.”
“Yes Sir, yes Boss.”
I escorted Mr. Collins to Sir’s shower and when I went back to bring him a washcloth and towel, he was already naked. I’ll say, Mr. Collins is a very attractive man. I’d seen him in the buff several times, but with sweat still glistening on his light brown body, the way the light hit him, he looked so gorgeous. I wanted to lick him up from head to toe.
“Like what you see, faggot?”
“Ummm, ahhh, yes, Mr. Collins.”, I said full of guilt. I’d just been caught red-handed committing that sin and here I was doing it again. Thankfully, my Sir was not there to witness it.
“Well, Jace did say you would do wherever I need. How about you join me in the shower and wash me off.”
“Yes, if you wish, Mr. Collins.”
“I do wish, I don’t have all day though so let’s get to it.”
I stripped off my jockstrap and turned on the water and set it to a good temperature.
Mr. Collins stepped in and joined me. I poured my Sir’s Old Spice Gentle Man’s body wash onto the washcloth and began to wash Mr. Collins shoulders and back, getting him nice and soapy. I had a cheap thrill passing the washcloth over his smooth muscled ass and I did think about digging into his crack with the washcloth, but I know Mr. Collins is straight and maybe that would have made him mad, so I continued downward, now on my knees, my head level with his ass, and began to wash the backs of his thighs and ankles. The view from behind was breathtaking, but when Mr. Collins spun around to face me, his male beauty really impressed upon me. His penis literally slapped me in the face! I opened my mouth and it slipped right inside.
“I knew you were after my dick, cocksucker! Go on then, now that you have it down your throat, finish the job!”
Maybe subconsciously Mr. Collins was right. I hadn’t intentions to suck his cock at all, but in the recesses of my faggot brain, I’m always ready for it. I knew Mr. Collins was in a rush. There was water splashing this way and that way as he held the back of my head and fed me his dick. His big brown shaved balls slapped up against my chin, his thick wiry pubes tickled my nose. Mr. Collins pushed me back so my head was against the shower wall, placed his hands on either side of him and just pumped away using my throat like a blow up doll until he grunted and buried his thick nut down my gullet, volleys of sperm shooting out like a spray gun!
Mr. Collins stepped back and I continued soaping the front of his body, wanting to linger on his chest and armpits and those bulging rocks in his biceps, but he’d already cum and now he wanted to go.
I toweled Mr. Collins dry and he walked out in his towel looking for the clean clothes my Sir had set aside for him.
I dried off, too, and then I put my jockstrap on and my Sir was sitting in his throne, watching sports still in sweaty shorts without a shirt. He looked at me with anger in his eyes. I knew his wrath was eventually coming my way.
“Faggot, bring me a beer!”
“Yes Sir, right away Sir!”
I didn’t hesitate this time. I was quick and there was a beer in his hand within a minute.
“Faggot, I don’t get it. Had you just done what you were told before I wouldn’t be so angry with you. How dare you make me look like a fool in front of my friends. You let lust get in the way of serving my needs, and then, don’t think I didn’t hear you two in the shower. Collins told me on his way out the door how you looked at him with hunger in your eyes! “
“I know, Sir. I won’t let it happen again. I’m sss”, I caught myself before I said “sorry” that would have made things worse.
“Ohhh, you almost said it, faggot. You were so close, weren’t you? Well, you know I can’t let you get away with this, right? I mean, how would you ever respect me if I don’t give you a reason to? Every misstep must be corrected. Don’t you agree, faggot?”
Sir Jace was a master at fucking with my mind. It’s part of the sick sadistic pleasure he enjoys usually ending in me agreeing that I deserve whatever form of punishment was coming.
“Yes Sir. I agree I was lustful, Sir and failed to meet your needs, Sir.”
“And…faggot, and what else?”
“And Sir, I agree that I deserve to be punished, Sir.”
“You see, even you agree that you should be punished. Let’s see then. How shall we proceed? The cane? No, no, you’ve already been caned this week. That’s too easy. Remember that time I had you kneel in rice for hours? You really seemed to like that, what about that?”
“Sir, whatever you think is appropriate, Sir.”
“Nah, that’s boring, you did that already. The whip? Lord knows I’d love to take it to you but I promised Eddie we’d do that together after his faggot heals. You’re lucky I’m a man of my word.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. The single tail whip is something I’ll never get used to and usually my Sir takes to it me when I’ve really messed up.
“Yes Sir, you are a man of your word, Sir.”
“I think I have a wonderful idea, faggot. It’s such a beautiful day, don’t you want to be outside?”
“Sir? Outside?”
“Did I stutter, faggot? Yes, outside. Bring me the rope from my toy chest, faggot!”
As I was running to get the rope, my Sir stepped into his office. I was back with the rope and then he said “go get the largest butt plug you can find, faggot. Make sure you lube it up real good!”
When I returned with the lubed butt plug he grabbed it from my hand.
“Bring me one of the kitchen chairs, faggot!”
When I returned with the chair, my Sir put me on a leash and walked me to the front yard and told me to place the chair at the edge of the driveway and sit on the butt plug. He dropped the leash at my side. The plug hurt so much stretching my hole to its limits but eventually I was able to take it in.
My Sir then tied my arms and ankles to the chair to the point I couldn’t move. Next came the black chain link alligator clamps connecting my nipples. Their bite hurt like a mother fucker. Out of my Sir’s pocket, a ball gag tied around my head, and then a sign connected by a string over my chest, “I’M A BAD FAGGOT!” Written in large black marker that anyone passing by could see.
“I’ll be back in two hours, faggot. Don’t move. Haha, you can’t move, can you? Next time I tell you to bring me and my friends beer and make us sandwiches, next time you decide to put yourself first, remember this, faggot, and remember, even you agreed you needed to be punished!”
It was warm out, the sun made me sweat. There were cars that drove by, people on bicycles, walkers, joggers. Many stopped to point and laugh at the spectacle of my abasement. A couple of teenage boys came by and taunted me, yanking on the chain clasped to my nipples. I shrieked into the ball gag, then they ran off screaming “faggot!”. Between the taunting, laughing, and insults that came my way, I endured the pain in my ass and I lost the feeling in my nipples. I tried to reflect on how I ended up in this position and chastised myself for feeling lustful. I thought that maybe because I’d stopped reciting my faggot mantra every day, several times a day, it opened the door for disobedience. The Masters at faggot camp warned me that would happen. Since I couldn’t speak, I repeated in my mind over and over again, “I am Sir Jace’s faggot. Sir Jace is my King.” I put myself into a trance so deep I stopped noticing the people around me, pointing and shouting, laughing, taunting. My eyes were open, I had a dead stare hypnotizing myself, images of my Sir’s massive body, my wanting to bow down before him, to sacrifice myself to him, to worship him was all I thought about.
Two (w)hole hours came and went and my Sir came back out like he said he would. He slapped my face to bring me out of my trance.
When he undid the ball gag, blobs of thick saliva spewed out of my mouth landing on my chest, wetting the sign.
“What do you have to say for yourself, faggot? It better be good or I’ll leave you out here for two more hours!”
“Sir, thank you for allowing me time to think about how to be better, Sir.” I was sobbing. “I know that I can try harder, Sir, and I need to remember to recite my mantra every day, Sir. The Masters warned me I would fall down if I didn’t practice what I was taught and to use all the tools I learned there, Sir. I admit, I was getting too comfortable, Sir.” I began to bawl like a child in front of my Sir.
“Well, my little faggot, I’m so glad you used this time to remember what you learned at that camp. Stop crying like a spoiled brat!”
Then my Sir used his thumbs and index fingers to unclamp my nipples at the same time. I was still tied down and attempted to squirm away when he twisted and pulled and pinched on them. It was agony as they were so extremely sensitive.
“Tell me faggot, before I untie you. How did being out here losing your dignity and degrading yourself in public make you feel? Be honest, or I’ll put those clamps back on you, faggot!”
“Sir, at first it was embarrassing and I was ashamed of myself for disappointing you. After a while I thought about it some more and I realized it was right to be made fun of, to be yelled at, and I started to feel better about it. I was getting exactly what I deserved and I was so grateful to you, Sir, for allowing me the chance to serve you through my own humiliation. It was an honor, Sir, and a privilege, Sir.”
“You’re really demented, faggot, do you know that. Only a faggot would ever say such a thing. You really are less than a man, thanking me for making you reduce yourself like this, it’s almost embarrassing!”
I could tell this was all part of my Sir’s attempt to further get into my head. While his words sounded full of contempt, his cock was saying something else. I could see it snaking down his shorts.
“Yes Sir, I am your faggot, Sir, you are my King, Sir.”
“I’m going to untie you now. Don’t pull that plug out of that ass just get. Bring the chair inside.”
Sir untied me, and I slowly got up and brought the chair inside, the leash dragging behind me, still wearing the sign around my neck and still very much plugged. Mr. Vincent was sitting on the sofa and OfVincent was kneeling beside him, his hands behind his back, head lowered.
“Holy fuck, Jace. What did you do to your faggot? Its nipples look chewed up!”
“Faggot, tell Vincent why your nipples are chewed up?”
“Mr. Vincent, my Sir punished me for disrespecting him in front of you and for hesitating to follow orders. I was selfish and displayed lust, Mr. Vincent.”
“Go on, faggot, and tell Mr. Vincent that you agreed that you deserved your punishment.”
“Yes Sir, Mr. Vincent, I agreed to my punishment, Sir. I agreed my behavior was unacceptable, Mr. Vincent.”
“And tell Vincent how you spent the last two hours, faggot.”
“Sir, yes Sir! Mr. Vincent, I was tied to this chair, sitting on this buttplug”, pointing to my butt, “wearing these clamps and this sign, Mr. Vincent. Sir pulled, twisted and pinched my nipples, Mr. Vincent, which is why they are so red and sore.”
“Jace, that’s wild. Weren’t you worried about the neighbors?”
“No Vincent, I wasn’t worried about the neighbors at all. They know I have a faggot. This faggot needed to be reminded who’s in charge. Didn’t you, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, you are in charge of me, Sir.”
“Yes I am, faggot. Vincent, would like to pull the plug out of my faggot’s ass or shall I?”
“If you don’t mind, Jace, why don’t we have Ofvincent do it while we watch.”
“What a splendid idea, Vincent. Ofvincent, just put your fingers around the base with one hand and tug on its leash with the other. Then pull as hard as you can. Faggot, bend that ass over so Ofvincent can get access to your hole.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir for allowing Ofvincent to pull the plug out of my hoooollle, ooohhhh fuck!”
I didn’t even get to finish thanking my Sir. Ofvincent almost gave me whiplash pulling on the leash and then when Ofvincent pulled the plug out with a hard yank, I felt my hole flutter and wink, and I felt empty inside.
“Good job, Ofvincent!”, my Sir said.
Ofvincent dropped the plug and my leash to the carpet.
“Good job, boy”, Mr. Vincent said and rubbed its head like a dog.
I began to fart uncontrollably and was mortified.
“Sir, may I use the bathroom, please?”
“Yes, go, but leave that sign on your chest, faggot. You are still a very bad faggot!”
“Thank you, Sir. May I take off the leash, Sir?
“Ofvincent, unclasp the leash and place it in the hook by the door.”
I had to use the toilet so badly both number one and number two, and then I cleaned out, and put on a new jockstrap.
Ofvincent hadn’t moved from its spot, still knelt, hands behinds its back, head lowered.
“How much longer will you keep Ofvincent like that, Vincent?”
“I don’t know, maybe another hour. This is how Ofvincent should have presented itself when we came home from playing basketball. I like seeing it docile and submissive unworthy of looking at me in the eyes. That’s a privilege that it doesn’t deserve even after the massage and my breeding its ass afterward.”
“Vincent. I think I’ve seen enough to say this to you. I don’t think you need any more training. I think you’re ready to take Ofvincent right now. You are a natural. You don’t need my help. You got this.”
“You really think so, Jace? You think I’m ready after not even two full weekends?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it, Vincent. Hey, I have an idea, let’s ditch these faggots and head out to the bar, on the way we can buy some basic supplies you will need for your faggot.”
“That sounds great, Jace, but like what kind of supplies?”
“Start off with some basics. You’ll definitely want to pick up a paddle, a flogger, cane or whip, or all of them. A set of tit clamps could be fun, too. I’ll gift you that cock lock since it was custom made and I’ll give you the key. We’ll also want to get a leash and if you really wanted to pursue puppy play, we can look into tails and hoods. Then there’s toys to think about, butt plugs, dildos, don’t break the bank. I built up my collection over the years.”
“Oh that sounds like fun.”
“Why don’t we freshen up and then we’ll head out. Faggots, listen up. Make yourselves something for dinner, but when you’re done eating and finished cleaning up after yourselves, Ofvincent will spend the night in your room, faggot. You will go to my room. No talking. You both failed us today and don’t deserve to speak to anyone but us. Since we won’t be here, you get the picture. Don’t forget, I have cameras all over this house and I’ll know if you defy me.”
We both said in stereo, “yes Sir!”
“Faggot, you can remove the sign as soon as Vincent and I leave the house.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
Our Alphas dressed for their night of shopping and drinking while we remained behind.
Ofvincent tried to begin a conversation, but I was in no mood for talking, and besides, we were forbidden. I made us dinner, we ate quietly, I cleaned up and then I went to bed, as did Ofvincent. The day did not turn out the way I had hoped at all. I only had myself to blame.
