Although I did wake up with a sore ass, I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to drain all the piss out of my Sir’s cock first thing in the morning. Seeing my Sir’s smile break through his resting stern face indicated he was very pleased with my effort to satisfy him.
“Ahhhh yeah, faggot. I just love pissing down your throat first thing in the morning. Do you know how it makes me feel knowing that you have some of me inside you first thing in the morning? And look at your face! You just love guzzling it down your throat, don’t you faggot?”
“Mmmm hmmm”, I answered eagerly.
“Yeah, I know you do. How about I fuck your throat with a cum chaser? Would you like that, faggot?”
“Mmmm hmmm, thir.”
“Oh yeah, my very own greedy faggot. Yeah, get my dick hard. Swallow my dick all the way down to the base, faggot, yeah, just like that.”
“Mmmmmmmm”, I groaned. I just love waking up to a mouthful of dick, my Sir’s dick.
“Now pull your mouth back all the way and suck on the head. Yeah, just the head, use your tongue, you know how I like it, faggot. Ohh yeah, now swallow it all the way down again.
I loved following my Sir’s step by step instructions telling me just what he wanted. It made me feel like a real whore, down on my knees sucking on another man’s cock after drinking his piss.
“I wish we had time for you to bathe my balls in your mouth again, faggot. That was so good last night, but don’t you worry, after work, we’ll have much more time and then you can worship them the way they should be, like precious gems. But now I’m gonna use that throat, I’m gonna feed you with more of my fluids, faggot. You like when I feed you, don’t you faggot?
“Mmm hmm, yeth thir!”
“What’s that, faggot, I couldn’t hear you with all my dick in your mouth? Tell me again, you like it when I feed you, don’t you, faggot?”
I reluctantly pulled off my Sir’s cock.
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”
My Sir beat my face with his fuckstick, slapping my cheeks then rubbing his crotch all over my face. His musky, sweaty, scent giving me such a rush.
“Ohhhh mmmmmmm”, I moaned.
“I love that, faggot. I love how you respond when I rub my dick in your face.”
My Sir rubbed his nuts all over my lips, then up to my nose and then my bald head.
“That’s it, faggot. Remember my scent all day. Now open your mouth so I can cum down that hungry throat.”
“Yes Sir!”
My Sir gripped my head like a basketball and I gripped onto his muscled ass and it was a beautiful rhythm as my face was pumped full of big beautiful dick.
“I’m gonna cum now, faggot. Just keep your throat open for me, faggot. Here it cums! Ohhhh fuck, yeah! Ohhhh fuuuckkk! Yeah faggot, take my babies down that throat!”
“Mmmmm mmmmm”, I savored the gift I was receiving and my own dicklet was leaking in its cage.
“Oh look at that, faggot! You almost came from sucking on my dick. That’s too bad. Maybe you’ll have more luck tonight, that is if I’m feeling generous. Gotta keep you hungry. Now go make me breakfast while I shower.”
“Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir! I’m so grateful that the last thing I do at night is suck your dick and the first thing I do is suck your dick in the morning. Thank you, Sir.”
“I know, you are a lucky faggot that I treat you so well. Now go show me your appreciation and make me breakfast. I’m hungry and I already asked you once.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.
Given I didn’t have on any clothes, I wrapped a towel around my waist and ran out to the curb to fetch the paper, then I started on coffee and breakfast.
When I served my Sir his breakfast plate of waffles and bacon, he said,
“Turn around and let me see that ass.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Oh yeah, Collins did a really nice job. I wanna get in that ass so badly, faggot, but I’m gonna be patient for a few more days and let you heal.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I tried not to stare at my Sir sitting at the kitchen table on his boxer briefs. His hulking figure always makes me feel lesser. I’m thinner, shorter, smooth, weaker, submissive. My Sir is a confident Alpha man that has a much larger frame. He towers over me, has hair on his chest and has a beard, is so strong, and very dominant. He’s a man’s man. We are complete opposites. It’s impossible not to drink in his perfection every morning with my eyes.
I took to my knees, bent my face to his bare feet, and kissed them.
“I am your faggot, Sir. You are my King, Sir. I am your humble servant, Sir”, admitting my own inferiority to him.
I can see my Sir’s chest flex and his posture straighten. He rubbed my bald head like I was his family pet.
“Good faggot. I love how you grovel at my feet, how you are so willing to submit to me without being prompted. Now go get yourself ready for work. I can smell your cum breath all the way from here.”
“Yes Sir!”
This time, Sir Jace escorted me into the office. He stopped in to see Mr. Coleman. I don’t know what was discussed, but my Sir walked into my office afterwards.
“I just wanted to remind Mr. Coleman, man to man, that you’re my faggot and that I’m loaning you out to him at my discretion. By the way. I told him I’m charging him more for your services. It felt like I was giving you away for a deep discount and your premium cocksucking skills are worth much more than that.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“So I’ll pick you up a little after 5:30 then. Make sure you make Mr. Coleman happy. He’s paying a lot of money to use that mouth.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“For what, faggot? Why are you thanking me?”
“For allowing me to make you happy, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, faggot. Selling your throat to a rich man does make me happy, faggot. I gotta go. See you later.”
After Sir Jace left me, about an hour later, Mr. Eddie called me into his office.
“Hey faggot, how’s your day going so far?”
“Good, Mr. Eddie.”
“Just a couple of things, faggot. I understand we had a little problem with the old man yesterday. I just want to reassure you, your job is safe. You’re doing such a good job here, I think that that old geezer needs to retire already.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
“I was also wondering if you’re comfortable today? I met Collins for breakfast this morning and he told me about the pig he put on your ass.”
“It is a little uncomfortable, Mr. Eddie, but it’s ok.”
“Yeah, I know first hand that you are a pain pig, hehe. Do you mind if I have a look at your ass?” I’d like to see what Collins did because I’m thinking of getting my faggot tagged., too.”
“Sure, Mr. Eddie.”
I stood up and pulled my pants down, turned around and bent over so Mr. Eddie could have a good look.
“That looks so good, faggot. It’s a little larger than I thought it would be, but you are a big pig so it suits you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You can pull up your pants now, faggot. How is Jace dealing with this healing period? Does he need to use my faggot’s ass until yours is available?”
“Mr. Eddie, I cannot answer that question for my Sir. You would need to ask him. My Sir has been using my throat though.”
“I’ll send him a text and offer my faggot’s ass to him. Well, I know you have plenty to do. Thanks for stopping in, faggot.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
The day went by rather quickly, and promptly at 5pm, Mr. Coleman rang my desk phone.
“Hello Mr. Coleman”
Faggot, it’s five o’clock. Get your ass in here!”
“Yes Mr. Coleman, I’ll be right there.”
Mr. Coleman already had his pants down to his ankles and his cock was out.
“I’m paying good money for that throat. You better start earning every penny! On your knees and put that mouth to work.”
“Yes Sir!”
When Mr. Coleman started using my mouth a few months ago he was very meek and almost embarrassed about it. All these months later, he’s grown entitled and demanding. As long as my Sir was getting paid, I did whatever he needed.
That old wrinkly dick responded to my lips and I hollowed out my cheeks to maximize his pleasure.
“Fuck yeah, faggot. Make me feel good about spending $300 to use your mouth. You know Jace tripled the price! Now I’m gonna have no choice but to put my cock in every square inch of your mouth!”
$300!, I thought to myself! For a blowjob? Wow! I had no idea how much my Sir was making pimping me out. Now I know why Mr. Coleman was determined to get his money’s worth.
Mr. Coleman held my head down and made me throat his hardon, then he grabbed my head aggressively and moved it up and down over his cock, causing a frothy layer of throat goo to form before shoving my face back into his pubes. His unshaven heavy balls scratched against my chin.
“I haven’t cum in almost a week, faggot! I’m gonna flood your mouth full of my spunk! Work your mouth on my cock faggot. After all, I’m renting it out so earn your money!”
Maybe Mr. Coleman was a little resentful that he was paying $300 for my mouth? I don’t know, but the whole idea of someone actually paying my Sir for it made me feel like a real slut. Now I was a professional sex worker!
Almost thirty minutes later, I knew I’d taken Mr. Coleman to the point of no return.
“My time is almost up, faggot! I’ve been edging for almost ten minutes. You think I was gonna let you get off early? No fucking way! I paid for thirty minutes and I’m using all of them! Two minutes left, just enough time to shoot my nut!”
“Mmmmmm mmmm”, I moaned enthusiastically.
“I’m gonna nut now!”
Mr. Coleman rose form his chair, used both his hands to hold my head down and thrusted his cock down into my mouth a half dozen times and I felt his cock spasm and jump and his warm seed erupted on my tongue.
“Hold it on your mouth, faggot!”
I held as much as I could.
“Open your mouth, let me see my cum in your mouth.”
I opened my mouth.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice! Now close it and let me see you swallow it all down your throat, faggot.”
I did, and gulped it all down my gullet.
“Good boy. You tell Jace how I made sure to take every second of my time with you, how I made sure to get my money’s worth!”
“Yes Sir!”
My breath was heavy from Mr. Coleman’s cum. I could taste it in my mouth.
When I walked outside, my Sir was leaning against his truck with his arms crossed and his shades on. He looked so incredibly sexy.
“Hello Sir!”
“Hi, faggot. How did it go with Mr. Coleman?”
“Sir, it was ok. He said to tell you that he took every minute of the time he bought and that he wanted to get his $300 worth, Sir.”
“Whoa, wait a second, faggot? He told you how much he’s paying me to use your throat? That was between me and him, an agreement amongst men. He wasn’t supposed to tell you that, you’re my faggot. If I wanted you to know, I would have told you myself. . I’m gonna have to deal with that first thing in the morning.”
“Sir, Mr. Coleman seemed to be upset about paying $300 for my mouth, Sir.”
“Faggot, your breath stinks. Keep your mouth shut until we get home. That old man cum smells horrible on you. Like I said, I’ll deal with that fucker in the morning. He was practically getting your mouth for free, so now he’s paying me for what you’re worth!”
I let my Sir simmer down on the way home and kept my mouth shut as I was told to.
“Hey, you know what faggot? Eddie asked me if I wanted to fuck his faggot since your ass is out of commission. I told him I’m having a good time using your throat. If you’re not healed in the next couple of days, I might have to take him up on the offer. My dick can only go so long without plowing an ass!”
“Mmm hmmm”
“When we get home, after you strip, I want you to go brush your teeth and gargle with mouthwash. I didn’t want to smell that man’s cum on my faggot’s breath.”
“Mmm hmmm”
“And no jockstrap again today, faggot. Not until your ass is fully healed, you understand me?”
“Mmm hmmm”
We pulled into the driveway and after stripping I made sure to brush my teeth for a full five minutes and rinsed my mouth out well.
“Come here and let me smell your mouth, faggot”
I kneeled in front of my Sir’s throne and I opened my mouth. My Sir leaned in and I exhaled.
“Minty fresh, very good, faggot. Now let me see how your ass is doing. Turn around.”
I turned around and displayed my ass.
“Ohhh it’s looking good. I think another day or so and I’ll be back inside that hole. I know you miss my cock up in there, don’t you, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, I do!”
“How about you make yourself useful. Make me a rum and Coke. I’m gonna watch some tv while you make dinner.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.”
I haven’t cooked dinner completely nude in a long time. Although a jockstrap isn’t much of a covering, it was odd seeing my locked cock out in the open, but I focused on cooking dinner.
When I served my Sir at the dinner table, I was surprised to see a pillow on one of the seats next to him.
“Come sit down and eat with me, faggot. I even got you a pillow to sit on.”
“Thank you, Sir, for being so considerate.”
“Like I told you, faggot, you’re my property, I always take good care of my things.”
After we ate and I cleared the dishes, my Sir returned to his throne to watch basketball and I smelt the potent weed in the air. I knew once the high hit my Sir’s brain, he’d likely start watching porn and then I’d be on my knees between his legs. Pot always makes him so horny.
Sure enough, I returned to the living room to see if my Sir needed anything and he’d always switched over to watching some porn, although this time it was of a different variety. Much to my surprise, my Sir was watching a flogging scene of some young college twink hung to the rafters by his ankles and his wrists shackled to chains on the floor, an upside down cross!
The shirtless hairy Master Dom was mercilessly flogging the locked twink, circling around him and the crack of the flogger against his skin was very loud. The look on the twink’s face said it all, a sick look of both pleasure and pain. The Dom looked deep in concentration making sure to hit his marks. The young man’s body was bright pink.
Sir was sitting there, his shorts pulled down fully exposing his excited hardness.
“You see this, faggot? You see how that twink is hung like a slab of meat by its ankles? Ever since we saw James’s dungeon I can’t stop thinking about doing that to you sometime. I saw how excited you were when James put the idea in that faggot brain of yours. Look at your locked clit, it’s leaking!”
“Sir, I can’t help it, I, ahhh, ummm, I…”
“Use your words, faggot. Just tell me, no need to be embarrassed.
“Yes Sir. Yes, I am excited by watching this, Sir.!”
“And…go on, faggot.”
“And, Sir, I want to be strung up by my ankles and whipped, Sir.”
“There you go, good faggot. You shouldn’t be afraid to tell me what you want when I ask you to, but only when I ask you to. Is that clear, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, very clear, Sir.”
“So you want to be hung upside down and beaten. Who do you want to beat you, faggot? Me or James, or someone else?”
My Sir continued to stroke his cock as the scene played out and he interrogated me.
“Sir, you Sir, my King, my Lord, Sir.”
“Good answer. What makes you think you are worthy of my time and effort? Look at that Master right now, faggot. He’s putting in a lot of effort into beating that faggot. What makes you think I should do that to you?”
“Sir, because I’m your most humble and loyal subject, Sir, that will do anything you ask. I will always worship and respect you, and always be so grateful, Sir.”
“I know all that already, faggot. That’s not what I’m asking. I want to know why you think you deserve to be thrashed? Are you hiding something from me? Do you feel guilty about something? Do you need to repent? Tell me. It’s ok, I won’t yell at you, you can tell me right now and I promise I won’t hit you.”
“Sir, I don’t feel guilty about anything, Sir. It’s just that, I, ummm, I like it, Sir. I like it when you lash me. It’s such a rush, Sir. I feel like I come alive when I’m on the receiving end of your wrath, Sir. Maybe I am guilty of wanting pleasure, Sir. Maybe I’m guilty of putting my needs above yours, Sir?”
“There it is…I knew I’d get out of you! Yes, you are definitely guilty of that. I’m sure glad you didn’t say you did anything bad, faggot. That would not have been good for you.”
My Sir turned his attention back onto the TV as did I, and my head was moving back and forth like I was watching a tennis match, between my Sir’s cock and his body and that erotic scene on the TV. I was tongue tied and leaking like a faucet!
“I have good news for you, faggot. Your guilty pleasure isn’t a crime. No, it’s not. You know why?”
“Why Sir?”
“Because I think I enjoy whipping that ass more than you like getting it whipped. So technically, you’re not putting your needs above mine. In this case, we both get something out of it. Isn’t that great, faggot? Is your mind at ease?”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir for not being mad at me.”
“No, but I’m going to be mad at you soon though if you don’t take care of my boner. I don’t know why you’re all the way over there when my hard cock is right here. Do you need a formal invitation, faggot?”
“No Sir!”
I ran over without delay and my Sir’s meat was so full and so hard, I felt it twitch every time the poor shackled twink was taking a “thwack”. My sadistic Sir was really excited by what he was seeing on his tv, and I know he was also enjoying his throat sleeve…me!
I closed my throat around his shaft and bobbed my head up and down, and just when the flogging scene hit the crescendo and that twink was being absolutely wrecked, my Sir’s spunk fired off like a bottle rocket, bursting gobs of his ball milk right down into my open mouth, I became his personal cum guzzler.
“Ohhh wow, faggot! Imagine how hard I’m gonna cum after I do that to you. It’s going to be something out of this world. I know I just beat you last week, but I don’t think I can wait too much longer. As soon as that ass is healed up, I’m gonna take my single tail to it. Hopefully, when our rings are ready to pick up we can use James’s play space.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir for your essence, Sir. I’m always so grateful when you bless me with your precious cum, Sir.”
“Oh faggot, I know you are, and you always should be grateful every single time I feed you.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
My Sir rubbed my head like I was a genie lamp.
“Come on, let’s go to bed, faggot.”
“Yes Sir”
My Sir turned off the television and we went to his bedroom. When I kneeled down to pull my Sir’s shorts off, my nose was so close to his briefs I inhaled deeply.
“Faggot, haven’t you had enough of me today?”
“Sir, I’m addicted to you, Sir. You smell so good, Sir.”
“Yeah, it’s my own fault I got you addicted to me. Well, go ahead, get in there and take a really good whiff.”
I became so heady from the strong scent of my Sir’s briefs that he wore all day, sweating at the construction site.
“Take them off, faggot and then hand them to me.”
I put my Sir’s socks and shorts in the laundry basket. He’d already taken off his shirt in the living room.
I handed my Sir his briefs. He put them over my head, the crotch right over my nose and then he smashed my nose in it.
“Ahhh yeah…smell my nasty funk, faggot! Take deep breaths!”
I did follow my Sir’s command very willingly. I took incredibly deep breaths, I wanted my Sir’s scent to flow all into my body. I not only sniffed the fabric, I started to lick it, too. I moaned, mindlessly, the sensory overload made my cock leak again.
“Oh my God, faggot your perving out on my dirty underwear! You are desperate for my stink. Say thank you, faggot.”
“Thank you, Sir”, I said elated for the opportunity to breathe in my Sir’s funk.
“For what? Tell me, faggot.”
“Thank you, for allowing me to smell your beautiful scent and taste your dirty underwear, Sir”, I said under the briefs covering my face.
“Take one last big hit, faggot, let me see you make it count.”
“Ummmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmm”, I inhaled and let the glory of my Sir’s being filter through my body. “Ohhhh Sir, thank you, Sir! I think I’m going to cum, Sir!”
Sir Jace ripped his boxer briefs off my head.
“Oh no you don’t, faggot! Not yet!”
Then Sir got on his knees looked me in eyes and spit in my face.
“Open your mouth, faggot?”
I opened my mouth.
“Say ahhhh”
“Ahhhhh”
Sir spit into my mouth twice then pushed my head down until my nose was flush with the underside of his left foot.
“Sniff, faggot! Since you’re so eager to get off on my funk!”
My Sir’s foot smelled stinky, it wasn’t nearly as pleasant as his crotch, but the odor hit me like a tsunami and my cock ached even more, trapped in its cage.
“Lick it, I want you to lick your Sir’s foot clean, faggot! I want to feel your tongue all over it and don’t you dare remove that tongue until I tell you to!”
“Mmmm hhmmmm”, I acknowledged his order and spread my tongue all over the base of my Sir’s grimy foot. It was socked and in construction boots all day, trapped, collecting sweat and stink just for me!”
“Mmmmmm mmmmmm”, I continued wetting every nook and cranny, even getting my tongue in between his toes, I was eating sock lint.
“You’re so disgusting, faggot. No man I know would reduce themselves to licking another man’s foot like this.. But not you, no, you’re not even close to a man, you’re just a vulgar faggot. You have no idea how hard my dick is right now watching you lower yourself, cowering yourself to my superiority. You have no dignity, no shame, no respect for yourself. It’s exactly what I want from my faggot, absolute submission.”
“Mmmm hmmmm”
My tongue never separated from my Sir’s foot as he degraded me. The thing is, it was turning me on even more. I almost begged him to call me a maggot instead of a faggot.
“I’m beginning to wonder if there’s anything you won’t do that would debase you even lower than you are now? I bet if I asked you to eat my shit you’d do it, but that’s never going to happen. At least one of us has some level of decorum, and I find that idea absolutely repulsive. Faggot, you can remove your tongue from my foot now.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“How are you feeling faggot? Your little clit is flowing like a river.”
“Ohhhh Sir! I feel so good, Sir! I feel like I’m high, Sir! Like I’m flying, Sir! Oh Sir, I love you so much, Sir!”
“Oh yeah? Open your mouth, faggot!”
My Sir spit into my open mouth three times. My dicklet discharged more pre.
“Swallow my spit, faggot. Drink it up!”
I swallowed it all. I might as well have been on heroin, my mind was free, my inhibitions gone, my body and soul so elevated.
My Sir slapped my cheek.
“Faggot, what do you say to your Sir after receiving his spit?”
“Ohhh, thank you, thank you, Sir!”
Another hard SLAP!
“For what? Tell me what you’re thankful for, faggot!”
“Sir, im thankful for gifting me with your spit, Sir and for bitch slapping me, Sir. Thank you, Sir!
“You know how much your Sir loves it when his faggot appreciates him.”
My Sir was stoking his cock feverishly now.
“You want me to let you cum, faggot? Is that what you want?”
“Yes Sir, please, Sir!”
“Well, I did say this morning that I might let you cum tonight. Didn’t I, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, please!”, I pleaded, my balls were aching for release.
“I can hear the pain in your voice, faggot. I love that I have that much power over my faggot that it only cums when I allow it to.”
“Please, Sir! Look at my dicklet, it won’t stop dripping, Sir!”
“I know, you’re getting faggot juice all over the carpet. I’ll let you cum faggot, and I know just how I’m gonna do it.”
“Ohh thank you, Sir! Will you put your finger in my ass, Sir?”
“No, faggot, you’re not gonna cum with my finger in your ass, that’s too easy. I want you to cum another way, but you’re gonna have to earn it.”
“Sir? Please! My hole is so hungry, Sir. Please.”
“I said no and don’t ask me again. I want to watch you cum without anything up your ass, faggot. I want you to cum while you worship me.”
”Ohhh yes, Sir! Please!””
Sir raised his left arm up over his head, and I leapt onto his pit with my mouth, like a tiger eating a gazelle. I was ravenous, worked up into such a frenzy, on the edge of a wild climax. My tongue and my nose once again basking in my Sir’s aroma and taste that was a perfume filled with pheromones that fueled me with a reinvigorated lust.
“Ohhhhh mmmmmm ooohhhhh mmmmm, ohhhhhhhhhh mmmmmm!”
I felt my hole twitch and my balls rise with every passing of my tongue over my Sir’s dark, coarse hairs tasting that pungent tangy delight, my nose filled with fumes of his incense. My body tensed.
“Ohhhhh oohhhhhh, ohhhhh uggghhhh, mmmmmm, ohhhhh”
My body spasmed and jerked, and I didn’t stop making love to my Sir’s armpit until my orgasm subsided.
My Sir pushed my face down and wedged his cock into my mouth and continued jerking it, until he passed his load from his balls into my mouth.
Oh my God, that was an incredibly hot scene. It was something extraordinary.
“I’ve never seen anyone cum just from my scent, faggot. What a turn on it was for me. Now I know I can make you cum just by sniffing me or tasting me. That, faggot, is true worship, true idolization of your Sir. In all of the years we’ve known each other, this has never happened before. I feel like we made a breakthrough tonight, faggot.”
“Oh Sir. I don’t know what came over me. My dicklet came so hard, Sir.”
“It did, faggot. That’s a sign of how much I excite you and how much you appreciate me. By the way, did I hear you thank me for letting you cum, faggot, or for allowing you to receive mine? I don’t think so.”
“Sir, thank you for feeding me your cum, Sir, for letting me cum, Sir, my King, my Lord. Thank you so much for letting me use your body to get off, Sir. I’m so lucky I have the sexiest and most generous Sir in the world!”
“You’re such a faggot, my faggot. Let’s get some sleep.”
“Good night, Sir. I love you, Sir.
“I love you, too, faggot.”
