I never heard Sir Jace come in that night and he slept right through the morning. I was up at 6:15 expecting a piss cocktail. I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. It was nearing 10am and finally, Sir stretched his arms out wide and rolled out of bed. My Sir glared at me out of the corner of his eyes, hesitating.
After a minute, I breathed a sigh of relief as he walked in my direction. My heart beat wildly as he dipped his cock into my mouth and let it rip. After a night of drinking, Sir’s urine was so sour and smelled so strong. It might have been almost 90 seconds by the time Sir emptied his bladder. There was so much piss to swallow some did dribble down my chin landing on my chest.
After Sir wiped his cock dry over the stubble of my bald head I thanked him profusely.
“Sir, my King, thank you for blessing me with your divine nectar, Sir. I am truly and humbly at your service, Sir.”
“Mmm hmmm, faggot. That you are. Make me coffee, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”
I thought for sure Mr. Vincent or Ofvincent would have been awake, but didn’t see them. I walked down the hallway and my bedroom door was cracked open. They weren’t there either. I looked outside the window, their cars were gone.
I went back to start grinding the coffee beans when Sir Jace popped up behind me.
“Where’s my paper, faggot?”
“Sir, I’m going to get it right now, Sir!”
“Why isn’t the coffee brewing, faggot? What have you been doing out here?”
“Sir, I was looking for Mr. Vincent and Ofvincent, Sir.”
“And did you find them, faggot?”
“No Sir, I did not.”
“No, you did not. I can see that, faggot. I’m just curious, did I ask you to look for them, or did I tell you to make me coffee, faggot?”
“Sir, you told me to make you coffee, Sir.”
“And you didn’t, did you, faggot?”
“No Sir, I was just grinding the coffee beans now, Sir.”
“When you could have done that ten minutes ago and I could be sitting here drinking my coffee and reading my newspaper! Do you see the problem here, faggot?”
“Yesss Sssirr”, I hissed.
“You do? Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one. Even after yesterday, you still don’t follow my instructions. What’s gotten into you, faggot? You’re off your game.”
“I don’t know, Sir. It’s not deliberate, Sir.”
“I don’t agree with that all. I think it was absolutely deliberate that you chose to satisfy your curiosity by looking for Vincent and his faggot rather than make my coffee and fetch my newspaper!”
“Yes Sir.”
“Yes Sir? Yes Sir what?”
“Yes Sir that I deliberately decided not to make your coffee or fetch your newspaper, Sir.”
“I knew you’d see it my way, faggot. Well, I still need my newspaper and I still need my coffee, don’t I faggot?”
“Yes Sir, I will finish brewing your coffee right now and then bring in the paper, Sir without delay.”
“You know what will be fun, faggot?”
“No Sir, what will be fun, Sir?”
“Well, since I’m still in my underwear and I’ve got some level of decorum, and you have none at all, I think it will be fun for you to crawl outside in your jockstrap and bring my paper to me like the dog that you are. Don’t you think so, faggot?”
“Sir, yes Sir. I think so, Sir!”
“In fact, I’ll even get the door for you after you put that water in the coffee maker this way I can see for myself that you don’t cheat.”
“Sir, yes Sir. Thank you, Sir for holding the door open for me, Sir!”
“You sound so enthusiastic, faggot. That’s the spirit.”
“Sir, I live to serve you, Sir!”
“Of course you do. Ok, let’s go, faggot!”
I poured the water into the coffee machine and turned it on then dropped on my hands and knees and followed my Sir to the front door. The paper was rolled into a rubber band all the way at the end of the driveway. My hands and knees were going to feel some serious road burn. My Sir pushed the back of my ass with his foot to nudge me out the door and I crawled fast on the cement pathway to the black tar driveway. I picked up the paper with my teeth and crawled back to my Sir waiting by the door. I don’t know if anyone saw me because I kept my head downward to see where I was going. I did lift my head with the paper between my teeth right in the doorway.
“Open, faggot.”
My Sir snatched the paper from me, then pushed me outside again and closed the door. I crawled up into a ball and sobbed.
About an hour later, Sir opened the door to let me inside.
“You can walk now, faggot. Your punishment is over.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“For what, faggot?”
“For allowing me to walk, Sir. Thank you for correcting me, Sir. I should not have been looking for Mr. Vincent or Ofvincent, Sir. I should have stayed on task and I did not, Sir.”
“You did not, faggot. I’m getting tired of having to do this with you every single day. Do I need to send you back to that camp for a tune up, faggot? Is that what you need?”
“Sir, no Sir! I will do better. I will show you, Sir. I cannot imagine being away from you again, Sir!”
“I think we may have found something to motivate you…denial. How about this, the next time you fuck up, I’ll send you off to Eddie’s place for a few days. You know I will. If you can’t stand the idea of being away from me, then stop fucking up, faggot!”
“Yes Sir, understood, Sir!”
“If you would have asked me this morning instead of being so damn nosy, I would have told you that Vincent and his faggot left last night. I told Vincent he was ready to take it on full-time. Ofvincent was so excited to finally have found its purpose. They still need to work out their arrangement with housing and finances, but I’m sure Vincent will figure that out quickly.”
“That’s great news, Sir.”
“Indeed it is. So that means it’s just me and you, faggot. I was thinking maybe the reason you were off your game was because I let that fairy into my house. It caused you to be unfocused, faggot. Well, don’t you worry, now you will have 100% of my attention. I’m gonna get you back in shape no matter what it takes. You hear me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir for doing whatever it takes to make me a better faggot for you, Sir. I submit my entire being to you, Sir. I am your loyal and dutiful, subject, my King.”
I was overcome with feelings of unworthiness and humbleness and bowed before my superior, Alpha male. I kissed his bare feet, licking them. My Sir lifted up each foot and made me lick the grime off of them. My mouth had a funky taste, but it was a small price to demonstrate to my Sir, my Lord and Savior, just how willing I was to do anything he asked of me. Anything, even crawling on my hands and knees on pavement practically nude to fetch his newspaper.
“Faggot, you made such a great doggy fetching the newspaper earlier. Does doggy want a treat?”
“Yes Sir, thank you for a treat, Sir.”
“Faggot, you don’t even know what it is. How do you know you will like it enough to thank me?”
“Sir, because I am grateful for anything you would give me, Sir.”
“Well, in this case, today might be your lucky day after all, faggot does doggy want a bone?”
“Yes, please, Sir!”
“That’s too bad, I don’t have a bone faggot. Does doggy want a boner?”
“Yes Sir, please, Sir!”
“I thought you would say that. Come fetch your boner, doggy.”
My Sir pulled off his briefs and I crawled over to him and snatched up his boner into my mouth. Sir Jace held onto my head and I crab walked to the living room wall where the back of head was flush to it. My Sir pinned my wrists over my head with his large hand and skull fucked me. Tears of joy welled in my eyes as Sir shredded my uvula and esophagus., his hips jutting relentlessly stuffing my faggot mouth with his big beautiful dick. It was getting very sloppy, throat slime flying wildly with every single stroke.
Sir pulled out of my mouth only briefly.
“Open your mouth for me, faggot!
I opened and my Sir let his own delicious spit dribble out and land in my open throat, coating my tongue. I was so thankful for more of my Sir’s essence in that moment.
Sir pried the large bulbous crown of his cock between my lips and I closed tightly as the skull annihilation continued. Sir’s balls were up against my chin now, it was literally pinning my head to the walls, my nose buried in bush. It’s these moments that I know I am being useful, a real and true faggot, being completely overtaken and overpowered by my Sir’s superiority and dominance.
My Sir didn’t stop fucking my face like a jackhammer, and I didn’t want him to. After all, it was his right to sexually gratify himself. I felt like a cock vessel, reduced to an inhumane object, a cock sleeve. My head floated into subspace and my jaw and throat completely relaxed.
“Ohh yeah, there you go faggot. You feel my cock just slipping in deeper. So fucking nice!”
Now my Sir used both his hands to pin mine over my head to the wall at each side as he slowly pulled his banana out to my lips and then all the way down until he bottomed out. I was breathing through my nose, still in a dicknotized haze.
When Sir was finally ready to blow, I snapped out of the stupor. Sir’s hands gripped my head like a basketball and I grabbed onto both of his thick, hairy, thighs and Sir grunted loudly.
“Gonna cum, faggot. Ohhhhh fuuuccckkk! Take my nut! Ohhhhh ffuuucccckkkkk yyyyeeessss!”
At least 8 or 9 powerful volleys of freshly made Alpha ball juice shot down my throat. I felt the root of my Sir’s cock jump and twitch as it exploded like a machine gun.
“Mmmmmmm mmmmmmph mmmmm”, I was being fed faggot fuel and wanted so desperately to take it all inside me.
After I’d completed cleaning off any stray beads of cum, I thanked my Sir.
“Oh thank you, Sir for this most precious seed. I’m so grateful to you, Sir.”
I probably looked like a mess. My eyes were bloodshot, wet, and glassy, my cheeks and chin were coated in my own throat juice and my chest was soaked from all the drool. My jaw ached and my throat was sore. All that said, I was riding the high of a fresh feeding and being taken so aggressively. It was euphoric,
“You’re welcome faggot. Stay right there for me.”
My Sir took a picture of me still on my knees by the wall.
“I’m sending this to Vincent. I’m gonna tell him this is how you use a faggot’s throat properly!”
“Thank you, Sir for using my throat properly, Sir.”
I didn’t even want to clean myself off. I wanted the reminder, to wear it all over me, all day.
“Don’t you have things to do here? You’re way behind in your chores because I had to spend all those hours punishing you. I’m going to work out and then I’m going out. I’ll be back for dinner, faggot, I’ll be watching you today. Don’t forget I’ve got hidden cameras in every room in this house. Don’t do anything stupid, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, I will not do anything stupid, Sir.”
“I’m sure Eddie would love to spend a few days with you, faggot. So don’t try me.”
“Sir, I will tend to my chores, Sir and stay out of trouble, Sir!”
My Sir stared into my eyes for a few moments just to impress upon me how serious he was and then puffed out his chest and walked away.
I shuttered in a bit of fear and awe, knowing I was treading on very thin ice. I was determined to earn back his trust and faith in me. I thought of my Sir all afternoon as I worked around the house, folding his clothes and ironing, scrubbing his toilet, mopping and vacuuming. It’s not work when you love what you do, or in my case love who I’m doing it for. I repeated in my mind my faggot mantra, over and over again, willing myself to do my best, and having just had my face fucked that was all the motivation I needed,
I made sure the fridge was stocked with cold beer as I began to season a t-bone for my man. No doubt he’d be hungry after a workout.
As soon as I heard Sir’s car pull into the driveway, I knelt at the front door.
My Sir burst through, visible sweat stains on his shirt.
“Welcome home, Sir, how may I be of service to you, Sir.”
“Look at this. I give you some dick and now you’re the most attentive faggot on the planet. That’s how it should be all the time. Get my gym bag from the car, faggot. I need to shower!”
I ran over to the car to get his bag from the back seat. When I brought it inside I opened it in the laundry room. The fumes filled my nose. Sir’s socks were wet and smelled powerfully. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled before placing them in the washer. The best treat was still waiting for me, as I dug deeper, a ripe classic white Bike jockstrap. I held it up to my nose, closed my eyes and got lost in my Sir’s crotch scent. I almost creamed my own jock just from that alone.
I thought I was alone and Sir was in the shower, but when I felt hands grab the jock out of mine and then it was placed over my head, my Sir pressed the fabric of the pouch harder into my nose.
“Go ahead, faggot, breathe it in. I know you can’t get enough of my stink.”
I almost passed out and became light headed from the over ripe jock that was like crack to my nose. Sir took his hand off and laughed at me.
“It’s hysterical that you are so addicted to me, faggot. I was coming to get you so you can soap me up and here you are sniffing my socks and jock.”
“Sir, I love the way you smell, Sir. Sir, I am addicted to you, Sir. You are right, Sir.”
I dropped the rest of my Sir’s things in the washer and turned it on. When I turned around, my Sir lifted his armpit and shoved my head in there.
“Yeah faggot, get in there and clean it out. Inhale and take it in. Let me see you fag out on my scent!”
I rubbed my face all over that sweaty pit, wearing the wetness all over. I stuck out my tongue and felt the coarse hairs pass over it. The taste was so tasty, salty, musky, manly. I moaned in a complete state of faggoty bliss. I pigged out on my King’s scent, lightly moaning “mmmmmm mmmmm”, as I was practically deifying this most amazing stud of a man. My Sir was in no rush, his hands clasped behind his head. With our height difference, I was standing level with that raised armpit. I grasped onto his bulging melon sized bicep, closed my eyes, I really went in there good.
“Ahhh yes, faggot. Your tongue feels so good. Keep going, faggot, take your time, go slow, I’m not going anywhere. Show me how much you idolize my pits, how much you want this and need this, faggot.”
“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, yeth thir, mmmmm”
My face was a mess from a combination of my Sir’s wetness and mine. If I could bottle up this scent and wear it every day, I would do it.
After I’d been in one pit for about for a good 15-20 minutes, I decided it would only be right to do the same for the other armpit. Within five minutes of being in there it felt like I had a mini-orgasm. I felt my little dicklet emit some liquid in my jock and I was moaning through it.
“Oohhhhh ohhhhhh, thir! Mmmmm”
I just wanted to keep going. My Sir permitting me with open access and freedom to completely slut out on revering him in this way.
I felt his cock grow hard against my thigh. Knowing how my Sir appreciates anyone who admires his male form and his dominant persona, that being one of his kinks, one of the extra benefits of my idolatry was a raging boner.
I couldn’t control myself, I went from licking pit hair to planting my lips on my Sir’s lips. My Sir had me suck on his tongue and then he spit in my mouth twice and kissed me again, our tongues like two swords fighting.
My Sir broke our kiss.
“Ohhh, you’re making me want to fuck you so badly, faggot. Watching you completely skank out in my pits is fucking epic!”
“Ohhh, thank you, Sir. Thank you so much, Sir. Your body, your smell, your taste, I just can’t control myself. You make me so aroused. I am so appreciative of you and addicted to you. Ohhh thank you, Sir.”
“You should see your face, faggot. It’s covered in slime. You look like you are high, your eyes are dilated!”
“I am high, Sir. You make me high, Sir.”
“Fuck, fuck, look at how hard you made my cock, faggot. It’s like a damn brick!”
I wrapped my fingers around it. It was throbbing and hot in my hand, so engorged and hard like a diamond.
“Get it wet, faggot. Put it in that filthy mouth.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
Still full of hunger and yearning for more of my King’s body, I lowered myself to my knees and went to work on this rigid fuck stick before me. My Sir rocked his hips.
“Ahhhh yeah, your mouth is so good. Tighten your lips for me, faggot.”
I sucked in my cheeks and tightened my lips as his cock passed through them. My Sir wasn’t interested in a long sloppy blow job. His boner was raging and he wanted to fuck.
My Sir pulled me up like a rag doll and put me on the washing machine on my back, pulled my legs over his shoulders, put his cock on his hand and searched my crack for my fuck hole and crash-dived deep inside me.
“Ohhhh yeessss, faggot. Your hole is so tight. Fuck that’s so good!”
“Ohhhh Sir, you’re sooo deep inside my pussy, Sir.”
“You want me to fuck your pussy, faggot! Tell me what you need, baby.”
“Ohh Sir, I need to have you fill me up with your big Black cock, Sir. I wanna feel you screw me hard and make me your little, bitch, Sir!”
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you like this? Is that what you need, slut?”
My Sir opened up and really laced into my needy cunt, going to pound town and rearranging my guts.
“Ohhhh ohhhhh, oohhhhh Sssiiirrrrr, ohhhhhh fuuuuccckkk, Sssssiiiirrr! Yeah….ooohhh fuuuccckk my asssss, ohhhhhhh ahhhhhh.”
“Yeah? I’m making you my little bitch? You my fucking cunt boy, faggot? My own whore?”
“Yeesssss Sssiiir. I’m your fucking cccuunnt, Sssiiirrr! You’re faaggggoottt Sssiiirrr!”
“And you need me to breed your cunt, pussy? You want me to put my spawn in your pussy, faggot?”
“Ooohhhhhh yeesssss Ssiiirrr! pleassseee ffuuuccckkk meee, ohhhh Sssiiirr. Pleassseee inseminate me, Ssssiiirrr!”
My Sir’s cock sliced through my open concave used cunt, filling my fluttering hole like a plug.
“Ohhhhh Sssiiir, you’re sooooo goooood! Fucking jizz in my pussy, pleassseee, Sssiiiirrr!”
“Oh faggot, oohhhh faggot! I’m bout to blow! Ohhh fuck! Here it cums, faggot! Ohhhh fuckkk! Ohhhhh grrrrrrr, grrrrrr, ahhhhhh, fffuuucccckkkk!
My ass was flooded with a huge deluge of warm and heavy sperm from balls that had already unloaded once earlier in the day. My stud, my Sir, always seemed to manufacture an endless supply of spunk.
When my Sir pulled out, some of it spilled down my taint. My Sir used his fingers to catch it and push it back up into my pussy.
“Ohhh yeah, look at that pussy swallowing up my cum, faggot. So beautiful, yeah…”
Convinced that his seed was safely inside me, he pulled his fingers out and I squeezed my sphincter shut to keep it in there. I dropped from the washer and was back on my knees sucking and licking up more of his cum that hadn’t been implanted.
“Come on, faggot. Show me how you took care of Collins in the shower yesterday.”
“Ohhh, Sir, my pleasure, Sir. I’d love to help you in the shower, Sir.”
We walked back to his bathroom and I peeled off my jockstrap. I turned the water on and my Sir stepped inside first as I quickly went to grab some towels and a clean washcloth.
“Sir, may I wash your shoulders and back, Sir?”
“Is that what you did for Collins, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, it is.”
“Then get to it. Do everything to me that you did for him. It sounded like Collins had one hell of an orgasm. I want you to do that exact same thing for me. Step by step, faggot.”
I repeated exactly how I washed Collins’s back, over his ass, down his thighs and ankles.
My Sir spin around and I was dick whipped, just like what happened with Collins. I tasted my ass still on my Sir’s cock as I went down on it, water splashing over us. I would need to work harder to bring my Sir to a third orgasm, but I was up for the challenge. I slobbered once again over my man’s tool, it was once again hard as stone and at some point, my Sir put me against the back of the wall and used his cock to piston fuck my face within a breath of my life and dumped his seed into my faggot mouth.
“Ohhh, thank you, Sir. Thank you, thank you. Ohhh Sir, I love you. I love you so much, Sir. You are everything to me, Sir.”
I said on my knees on the shower tile floor looking into my Sir’s eyes.
“I love you, too, faggot. You’re welcome. Are you going to finish washing me now?”
“Ohhh yes Sir, I am, Sir.”
I didn’t rush through washing the front side of my Sir’s body as I did with Collins, I savored this moment, loving the way my fingers felt soaping up my Sir’s hairy and strong chest, under his arms, soaping up those developed biceps and triceps, quads, glutes, washing his beard, fuckkk, I was mesmerized and again, just so grateful.
“Ohhh Sir, I love this so much, Sir. I am so blessed and privileged that I am here with you, Sir. It’s like a dream, Sir.” I was fan-girling over my Sir like a giddy teenager.
My Sir’s cock was raging again in just a matter of minutes. Adulation gets him so outrageously full of sexual energy. His male need to release that hyper-masculinity becomes overwhelming, it’s like it fills his heavy balls.
I was drying my Sir on the bathmat and didn’t even get to finish.
“Faggot, oh fuck! My cock won’t go down. It’s fucking hard again. I need to fuck that ass again. I gotta cum!”
“Yes Sir, I am happy to help, Sir. You are a man with sexual needs, Sir.”
“I am a man with a high sex drive with a faggot that makes me crazy. Get on the bed and show me that ass!”
I ran to the bed and I was ass up, face down.
“Push some of my cum out that ass, faggot. Let me see it.”
I bore down and after a few seconds, I farted out some of my Sir’s cum from my hole.
My Sir scooped it up into his fingers and used it as lube over his new erection.
He stood at the edge of the bed and pulled my hips back. He fucked me like a locomotive, a non-stop deep dick down. The sound of our flesh clashing was echoing in the bedroom.
“Ahhhh fuuucckkk, I’m not gonna last too long, faggot. That sloppy hole feels so good on my cock. Fucking churning my seed in that ass like butter, faggot!”
I grunted out of breath as I gripped the sides of a pillow, biting down into it.
“Mmmmph mmmmpphh”, was all I could manage.
I felt like I was on the receiving end of Mario Galeno’s hardest fucks. That man is an absolute brute, only my Sir’s cock is a little fatter and a little longer.
“Ahhhhhh, uhhhhhh, I’m cumming, faggot! Take it! Ohhhhh fuuuccckk, take it! Ohhhhhh! Fuuuccckkk!”
It may have lasted less than ten minutes but again, I felt that cock twitching inside me, adding more spunk to my already frothy fuck ditch.
Damn, my Sir and I spent all afternoon fucking. My Sir said we could order in food since I hadn’t any time to cook.
After we ate dinner, my Sir watched some tv and I massaged his feet. It was quiet, relaxed, and I was coming down from the highs of being well-used.
When my Sir became sleepy he carried me in his arms like a baby, cradling me, gently lowering me onto the mattress, then he climbed over me, kissing me gently, licking my neck, giving me a hickey, biting and sucking my nipples. I was lightly moaning and letting it all happen.
I was able to feel my Sir’s hardon press against my stomach, I lifted my legs back and he laid it flat across my hole.
“You want my cock again, baby?”
“Yes Sir, yes, please”
“You still have my loads up in there, baby?”
“Yes Sir, I do, Sir”
“Push some out for me, baby. Let me fuck you with my cum, baby.”
I felt some squirt out my hole. My Sir guided his cock into the puddle and coated his cock helmet and then slowly pushed deep inside. For the next thirty minutes, my Sir gently rocked his hips, kissing me like his lover, him feeling the warmth and velvety wetness of a cummy hole and me enjoying the fullness between my legs, I bear hugged my Sir’s strong shoulders and kneaded his hairy ass as our bodies intertwined.
When my Sir finally filled my pussy with his last load of the night, he breathed hard into my mouth, kissing me deeply knowing he was seeding me, his devoted, faggot.
