My Sir and I have had a fairly usual week. Sometimes I think quiet is underrated. Rest assured, Sir Jace fed me a steady diet of his cum over those couple of days, and he never did borrow faggot Jimmy’s ass while mine was healing.
It was a Thursday morning when my Sir examined the 🐖tattoo Collins had put on my butt and declared I was healed and ready to fuck.
“Faggot, I can’t wait to nut in that ass. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a fantastic cocksucker, but there’s nothing like burying my seed up yo ass. I’m sorry in advance if I wear it out tonight, faggot.”
“Sir, I’m looking forward to it, too. I miss feeling you inside me, Sir.”
My Sir slapped me on the ass.
“You know what, faggot? I kind of liked getting to see your entire ass these past few days and I think wearing a jock will cover up that pig, from now on, no more jockstraps. I’ll let you keep one but the rest are going in the trash.”
“Yes Sir, if you wish, Sir. Do I have permission to ask a question, Sir?”
“You may, faggot.”
“Does Sir want his faggot to wear a jockstrap to work?”
“No, I thought I was clear. No more jockstraps. That includes at work, faggot.”
“Yes Sir.”
This was our conversation after I’d served as my Sir’s morning urinal.
“While I’m in the shower, in addition to your usual tasks, go to your room and bring every single jockstrap you own to this bed. Do you hear me, faggot? Go!”
“Yes Sir!”
I had to be like Roadrunner, speeding to fetch the paper, make coffee, breakfast, lunches, iron Sir’s shirt, and quickly grab all my jocks and throw them on Sir’s bed. Then I took to my knees, hands behind my back as a symbol of respect for my Sir.
When his naked body appeared from his bathroom I was once again humbled by his superior presence. The confident swagger he possesses makes me shiver sometimes.
“Good faggot”, he said and rubbed my head like his pet.
“Now bring me a trash bag, faggot.”
I ran into the kitchen and brought my Sir a trash bag for my twenty or so jockstraps.
“Is this all of them, faggot? Don’t lie to me. If I find one of your jockstraps in this house I’ll be happy to cane that ass!”
“Sir, that is all of them, Sir.”
“Did you check the laundry room, faggot?”
“No Sir.”
“Go now, hurry, my breakfast is getting cold!”
I sprinted to the laundry room and was surprised to find one in the dryer.
“Here Sir. I found this in the dryer.”
“You just told me you brought me all of your jockstraps, and now there is another one in your hand. You weren’t very thorough, were you, faggot?”
“No Sir.”
“Well, I know how to resolve that easily. I was going to let you keep one jockstrap for special occasions, but I can’t reward laziness, can I faggot?”
“No Sir.”
“So I want to watch you place all of these jockstraps in this trash brag!”
“Yes Sir!”
I reluctantly completed this order, but I was sad to see them go. I liked feeling the safety of the pouch over my cock cage. Now anytime I am home, that layer of protection will be gone.
“Faggot, who owns you?”
“You do, Sir!”
“Who owns your dignity, faggot?”
“You do, Sir!”
“Who owns your modesty, faggot?”
“You do, Sir!”
“If I decide you no longer have the privilege of wearing jockstraps in my house, you say “yes Sir”, and agree to it. You’re acting like these jockstraps were your friends. They are objects just like you.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Now that we’re clear here, let me get dressed. My coffee and breakfast better be hot, faggot, or else!”
I decided to make a new pot of coffee and threw out the eggs and toast and started up again. I wasn’t taking any chances.
My Sir was cross with me.
“You didn’t throw this bag in the trash, faggot!”
“No Sir.”
My Sir slammed the bag of jockstraps into the trash bin and saw his discarded cold breakfast laying in there.
“Faggot, do you know how expensive eggs are these days? I should make you eat them right out of the trash!”
“Please Sir, no. I wanted to make sure your breakfast was hot and fresh, Sir.”
“If you wouldn’t have wasted so much time and just did I as I asked you to, these eggs would have been served hot the first time, but you decided to be a little bitch this morning. You know what, put your hand in that trash bin and scoop out those eggs!”
“Sir, please!”
“Faggot! You must want me to hurt you. Is that what you want? Why are you always so disrespectful?”
“No Sir, please, Sir. I’ll do it!”
I slowly put my hand in the trash and scooped some egg into it. It was laying in other things in there, and I didn’t want to know what they were.
“Now you eat those eggs right out of your hand! Come on, we will be late for work and you’re not even dressed yet, faggot!”
I started to cry as I put my hand to my mouth and stuffed some of the eggs into it. I tried to chew just enough to swallow it down.
“Let me see, did you eat it all, faggot?”
I opened my hand and there was still a little more.
“Finish your breakfast, faggot, and stop crying like a child. Your job is to serve, to serve me, to obey me, to listen to me. It’s really very easy you know, but you always seem to find new ways to do the opposite of what I tell you. Now eat those goddamn eggs now or I’m gonna force you to do it myself and trust me, you don’t want that, faggot!”
I didn’t want that so I gagged and swallowed the rest of those gross eggs.
“You’ll remember this the next time you waste food, won’t you, faggot?”
“Yes Sir”, I said as tears streaked down my face. I’ve never eaten garbage before. Not even at faggot camp. It was so humiliating.
“Go get dressed already, faggot, we gotta go!”
“Yes Sir!”
I brushed my teeth over and over again and used mouthwash to rinse out my mouth from the vile taste.
“Before we go, faggot, take the trash outside. I don’t even want those jockstraps in my house anymore. You certainly won’t be needing them!”
“Yes Sir!”
I brought the trash to the curb and we headed off to work.
My Sir didn’t say two words to me the entire ride. If only I hadn’t taken so much time placing those jocks into the trash bag, his food wouldn’t have turned cold, and Sir wouldn’t be mad at me. It’s always my own fault.
Sir parked his truck in the office parking lot and I held the door for him to enter the building before me. My Sir walked into Mr. Eddie’s office and closed his door. I just went to my desk. My Sir didn’t even say good bye or that I should make him proud as he usually does every morning.
Once Sir Jace left the building, Mr. Eddie came to see me.
“Good morning, faggot.”
“Good morning, Mr. Eddie.”
“So I hear you’re going commando these days, is that right?”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
“It makes perfect sense to me, faggot. After all, you do have a nice pert ass, it’s a pity to cover it up, especially now that you have that pretty pink pig tat on it.”
“Yes, Mr, Eddie.”
“May I see it? Jace said it is healed.”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
I rose out of my desk chair, turned around and pulled down my pants.
Mr. Eddie caressed my ass cheeks. His long fingers cupped my globes.
“Mmmm hmmm, that ass sure does look nice, faggot.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
“You can sit down now, faggot, while you still can that is.”
“Mr. Eddie? What does that mean?”
“Since when does a faggot ask a man of my station a question without asking permission first?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Eddie.”
“You are forgiven, faggot. I won’t hold it against you this time. I’ll give you something to think about today. Your Sir is either gonna string you up by the ankles and whip you tonight or he’s gonna use your ass so hard you’ll be squirting cum out your chute for days! I don’t know what happened this morning that got Jace all fired up?”
“It’s my fault, Mr. Eddie. I know what I did.”
“Of course it’s your fault, faggot. It’s always the faggot’s fault. If only your kind would follow directions when given, things would be so much easier for everyone. Did Jace really make you eat eggs out of the garbage can or was he exaggerating, faggot?”
“Mr. Eddie, I don’t want to talk about it, please.”
“Is that any way to speak to your boss? A superior, faggot?”
“Sorry Mr. Eddie It’s just so embarrassing. Yes,he did, Mr. Eddie.”
“That’s disgusting, faggot! You see what happens when you don’t listen? Completely avoidable if you ask me. Between you and faggot Jimmy, I’m not sure who’s worse these days. I had to cane my faggot’s ass just last night for disobedience.”
“I will do better, Mr. Eddie. I know that every minute of every day is an opportunity to serve better, to be better.”
“That’s the right attitude, faggot!”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
“Alright, get to work, faggot. I have to run out for a meeting. Mr. Coleman is off sick today so it’s just you in the front office for a few hours.”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
How was I supposed to concentrate on my work when Mr. Eddie dropped this bomb on me? I was going to get flogged or fucked! Knowing my Sir, I am sure he deliberately told Mr. Eddie to tell me to add to my mental anguish. My Sir always had ways to fuck with my mind. His methods were always successful and I’m sure he’s working at the construction site right now, thrilled to death over my torment.
About an hour after Mr. Eddie left me alone in the office, a UPS driver came by to drop off some boxes. He was very tall, at least as tall as my Sir, maybe even taller, 6’5”, he wore his shirt extra tight which showed off his biceps that strained to stay in their sleeves. His shorts did nothing to hide his bulge or that bubble butt. He was white, a dark brown/black beard, dark menacing eyes, curly dark hair, and his left arm was covered in a very cool and colorful sleeve.
When I greeted him at the door to tell him where to place the boxes, his eyes scanned me from top to bottom, and then this cocky smirk formed on his face.
“Where’s the boss man today?”, he asked me.
“Mr. Eddie is at a meeting.”
“Mr. Eddie? That’s…interesting. So you are here alone then?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Hmmm, Mister, Sir…using honorifics…the collar around your neck.. I can spot you faggots a mile away. You know that. The second I laid my eyes on you, I pegged you. You have a Master, faggot?”
“I do, Sir.”
“Does your Master share you with other Alpha men?”
“Sometimes, Sir.”
“I wouldn’t want to break the code of honor and fuck you without his permission, but now that I know I’ve got a faggot on my route, I’ll be back. Who is your Master, faggot?”
“My Master is Sir Jace, Sir.”
“I don’t think I know him. You tell Eddie I was here and that I enjoyed using his faggot last week.”
“Yes Sir.”
About an hour later just before noon, Mr. Eddie returned to the office.
“Hey faggot, I see that David came by to drop off some boxes. Anyone else drop in while I was out?”
“No Mr. Eddie. Mr. David said to thank you for letting him use your faggot last week, Mr. Eddie.”
“It was the least I can do. David always makes sure our deliveries are handled with care. Did David try to make any moves on you, faggot? He is one horny man.”
“Yes Mr. Eddie. He said he wouldn’t break the code of honor among Alpha men and wants permission before fucking me.”
“Well, I’ll have to introduce him to Jace and see if we can arrange that sometime. I’m sure if he gets a taste of your hole, he’ll make this office the first stop on his route every day and we won’t have to wait around for our shipments.”
Now Mr. Eddie was pimping me out to the UPS driver! I sighed and resigned myself to the fact that this is the life of a faggot. Men decide what I do, where I do it, when I do it, who I do, and how I do it…whether it be sex or anything else. Autonomy is non-existent in a life of service. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I always feel fulfilled in my life when I completely submit my being to my Sir and other men that my Sir has authorized. As my Sir always says , “I was born to serve men, it was my destiny”. He was right.
After I ate my bagged lunch at my desk, the hours ticked by and my anxiety levels kicked into high gear. I pictured Sir Jace at the job site with his confident swagger, arms crossed in front of his broad chest, with a look of satisfaction on his face, just knowing I would be riddled with anguish.
It was nearing 5pm and I was now sweating profusely. I kept telling myself that whether it be flogged or fucked, either one will be fine, that I would be alright. That I had no say and would just have to accept what was coming to me.
I waited outside on the street corner for my Sir to come get me. I heard his truck rounding the corner and he stopped and I hopped into the back seat. I was shaking, the tension was palpable between us.
A sense of relief came over me when I realized we were heading home and not to James’s dungeon.
When we pulled into the driveway, Sir turned around to face me.
“I had you scared, didn’t I, faggot?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. Next time I tell you to jump you ask how high. You understand me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir!”
“Now, I haven’t fucked your ass in almost a week, so I plan to fuck it all night as many times as I want. When we get inside the house I want you to strip off your clothes, do what you need to do to get squeaky clean for me, and present yourself to me in the living room. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir.”
“No delays! I don’t want any trouble tonight.”
“Yes Sir, I understand, Sir.”
“Let’s see if you do.”
My Sir grabbed my arm and dragged me into the house. Once he let go, I stripped very quickly and threw my clothes in the laundry basket. I never co-mingled my clothes with my Sir’s, he was very clear that anything of mine wasn’t worthy enough to wash with his fine quality attire.
I ran into my bathroom and felt my dicklet bounce in the pink Viper cage permanently welded shut. I turned on the shower water and used the douche wand several times until the water was all clear. I even used one of my toys inside my hole to test drive. It felt funny in my butt after no dick for a week.
When I returned to the living room, my Sir had a cold beer in his hand, wearing a white wifebeater and red basketball shorts. He had his throne in a reclining position, the empty hand positioned behind his head exposing the dense forest of his pit.
He was quite the sight to see. My asshole was already twitching and my mouth was watering. If I was caught staring I would surely hear about it. I wasted not another second and bent over the side of the sofa, just within arms reach of my Sir. Then I placed my hands on my smooth ass cheeks, and presented my starfish to my Sir.
“Mmmmm hmmmm, that’s what I’m talking about, faggot. It makes me feel so good when you listen to me without putting up a fight. Look at that sweet hole begging me to fill it.”
My Sir wet his thumb and put it just at my ring and circled around it, making me moan lightly.
“You like that, faggot?”
“Mmm hmmm, Sir.”
“You want more, faggot?”
“Yes, please Sir.”
“Ask me nicely, faggot.”
“Sir, may I please have more, Sir.”
“Yes, faggot!”
My Sir wet his thumb again this time pushing it through my anal ring. I closed my hole up around it, gripping it tightly and fucking myself with my Sir’s thumb.
“Looks like my faggot is hungry today. You want more?”
“Yes, please Sir. I want more.”
My Sir smacked my hole with his free hand, then licked his other thumb and pressed it alongside the other one. His thick thumbs felt so good, especially when he used them to pry my hole apart.
I let go of my ass cheeks now and was gripping the sofa and pushing my hips back to swallow both thumbs.
“Whoa, faggot, look at you go riding my thumbs. You’re so eager for it, aren’t you, faggot?”
“Yes Sir!”
“Tell me how much you want my dick, faggot. Beg me for it.”
“Please Sir, I spend every second of my life thinking about your cock, Sir. I need it inside me to feel alive, Sir. Your cock is everything in the world to me, Sir. I need it now! Please!”
“Ohhh wow, you are desperate for my cock, I love it when you tell me just how much you crave it.”
Sir was playing with me, banging his cock head right at the entrance of my canal, teasing me. I felt the wetness against my sensitive folds.
“Ohhh please, Sir. Your cock feels so good inside me, I want it.”
I was almost crying for it, my hole aching to be taken.
My Sir spit into my opening and pushed the crown of his cock inside me. I loved feeling my hole opening up, slowly becoming a tight sleeve around my Sir’s erection.
When my Sir hit bottom I groaned out loud.
“Ohhhhh yes! Thank you, Sir! You feel so good inside me, Sir!”
“Oh, faggot. I missed this ass so much! I can feel your insides squeezing over my cock. Fuck, that’s so fucking good!”
I began to fuck myself on my Sir’s hardness. I turned my head back to look at my Sir and he flexed his biceps for me.
“Ohhh Sir, you’re so big and powerful, Sir!”
“Yeah, I am! You like when I flex my big muscles for you, faggot! That’s it, bounce your pert ass over my cock, just like that.”
“Yes! Oh yes!” I turned my head forward, squeezed my ass down hard and rode hard, milking my Sir’s cock for him. I felt a string of clear fluid emit out of my little dicklet.
My Sir gripped my hips to hold me in place and it was his turn to assert his dominance over me. My Sir thrusted his dick meat inside me like a drill, and my dangling cage bounced wildly, the flesh of my ass cheeks jiggled. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head as his member passed repeatedly over my prostate and my balls wouldn’t stop spitting.
“Ohhhhhh my God! Oohhhh Sir! That’s sooooo goood, Sir!”
The harder he banged me the more I liked it. I was biting the sofa pillow just to have something to keep me quiet and to try and control my dicklet from splooging.
“Don’t you dare cum, faggot! I’m not done using you yet!”
“Ohhh Sir, I can’t help it, Sir. You feel sooo goood, Sir!”, I groaned on the edge of an explosion.
My Sir squeezed and pulled on my balls, my building orgasm ruined.
“Hehehe, I know how to keep my faggot in check, don’t I?”
My Sir slapped my ass a few times and then resumed his long and hard deep dicking, using his entire length to satiate his primal need to breed.
My Sir pulled out of my ass and flipped me over onto my back. He placed my feet on his hairy, sweaty pecs and pressed his chest downward causing my hole to gape open. Then Sir lined his hardon up to my entrance and pushed back inside without any resistance. My hole had surrendered to my Sir’s penis once again, not really putting up too much of a fight.
My Sir studied my face as he penetrated me in this position.
“I want to see my faggot’s face when I breed it!”
“Ohhh yes, Sir!”
“Open your mouth, faggot!”
My Sir spit into my open mouth and then pressed his lips on mine. The scruff of his beard felt so warm and scratchy on my smooth skin. I knew by the end of the night I would have beard burn all over my face, but I didn’t care.
I planted my hands on my Sir’s firm mounds and helped him drive his cock deeper inside of my body. I loved feeling his bulk over me, his mass over me, his dominance over me.
“Ohhh Sir, my King, breed your faggot’s asshole! Please, Sir!”
I’d long lost my inhibitions and shame and felt free to show my faggotry at all times to my Sir. Begging for my Sir’s load was something I did regularly and unabashedly.
I wrapped my arms around my Sir and pulled him closer to me. Our tongues entangled, his heavy breath exhaling in my lungs. I could feel him tensing and his groans were louder as we our lips locked. My Sir unloaded his balls inside of me, breeding his faggot, flooding his faggot’s hole with his virility.
My Sir slowly pulled his cock from my spent hole and brought his glistening semi up to my lips. I raised my head upward and nursed on it, licking and sucking it clean, kissing it, admiring it, worshiping it.
“Ohhh Sir, thank you, Sir. I love you, Sir, my Lord, my King.”
“You’re welcome, faggot, but I’m not done using you yet. We have all night you know. I still have to feed you your dinner.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“You’re gonna thank me alright. On your knees, faggot.”
I took to the living room carpet and my Sir pushed my mouth open with his fingers and slipped his cock inside.
“Hold it there, no spilling, faggot.”
After a few seconds, I tightened my lips and made a tight seal as I felt the first drops of urine pass over my tongue and down my throat. Then my Sir exhaled and he relaxed his body. That allowed for a long and satisfying piss that I guzzled down without missing a drop. It tasted so wonderful with a hint of cum mixed into it. So pungently delicious. My tongue felt so tangy and alive as his bladder emptied inside my faggot mouth.
My Sir rubbed his cock all over my bald head after he finished peeing to clean it off.
“That was your appetizer, faggot. Now it’s time for the main course. Open up your mouth again for me, faggot!”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. This was an order I was always willing to obey and I opened wide for my Sir’s hardening cock.
My Sir gripped the back of my head and forced my throat over his thickness. My head went slack and my Sir grabbed the back of my collar to hold me steady and fucked my face. There was so much throat juice falling down my cheeks and chin as my Sir rampaged the depths of my esophagus. I loved how slippery the inside of my mouth felt, allowing my Sir’s warm throbbing dick to pass through easily, thrusting in and out like a jackhammer. Once again my hands found their way to my Sir’s big hairy ass and I felt it flex with every stroke. My Sir’s sweat drops landed on my face and my chest. I wanted to open my mouth and collect them, but it was so full and I my skull was in a death grip.
My Sir was growling now, exerting a tremendous effort to feed me my “dinner” as he called it. I call it faggot fuel. Every ejaculation brings me so much energy. I felt my Sir’s cock blow up just slightly more, I knew he was about to erupt. My Sir roared like a lion as rope after rope of hot thick semen filled my mouth, I almost choked on it. I gobbled all of it down like my life depended on it. It was the best dinner I ever ate. I was moaning in pure ecstasy.
“Ohh Sir, thank you, Sir. Thank you so much, Sir. I am so blessed and honored to be your faggot, Sir. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, faggot. Watching you drink my seed like a starving animal always fills my heart. I told you I was gonna feed you, didn’t I faggot?”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir. You always keep your promises, Sir. Sir, what will you eat for dinner? Can I cook something for you, Sir?”
“No faggot. I’m gonna eat some of yo ass for dinner! Let’s go to bed.”
“But it’s only 6:30, Sir. It’s so early.”
“Faggot, did I ask for your input? Why is everything with you always a debate? We are going to bed right now and that’s final!”
“Yes Sir. Of course, Sir.”
“That’s much better, faggot.”
My Sir hurriedly shoved me into his bedroom and pushed me to the floor.
My Sir was naked with the exception of his shoes and socks, he had stripped off the wifebeater, shorts and briefs before the first fuck, but kept his tube socks and basketball shoes on.
“Take off my shoes and socks, faggot. Feel free to sniff them, I want to fuck you while you’re high on my scent, in full faggot mode.”
“Yes Sir!”
Just hearing my Sir tell me I was free to fag out on his scent excited me so much. I felt like a dog, licking and smelling his white basketball shoes. I used my teeth to untie his laces and when I removed his left shoe the fumes were overwhelmingly perfect. I shoved my face into the sneaker to take in as much as that rancid scent as I could before it aired out. Then I licked, kissed, and smelled all over his socked foot. The taste was divine, the scent magical. My nose inhaled deeply sending tingles throughout my body. I was already becoming heady with a poppers-like high and I hadn’t even taken his sock off yet.
After I’d sucked the sweat and soaked that sock with my mouth juices, I was delirious and thought I would pass out when I finally exposed my Sir’s size 13 foot. Oh my gosh! It was enormous and I brought my nose down to his toes and breathed deeply several times, getting higher and higher. My dicklet was emitting so much clear seminal fluid, I couldn’t control it.
I looked at my Sir as I swiped my fingers to catch some of my precum and rubbed it onto his foot, then passed my tongue over his toes to lick it off.
“Mmmmmm, ohhh Sir, thank you, Sir!” I was burning like an inferno with sexual desire and lust.
I then sucked on each toe for minutes at a time, using my tongue in between them, and kissing and licking his entire foot. My Sir was kind enough to raise his foot up high and allowed me to clean it with my tongue. His calloused, rough heel like sandpaper over my tongue, but I was so drunk on foot stank that I wouldn’t have cared if there were blisters.
My Sir moved us so he was now sitting at the foot of bed and pulled off the shoe and sock from his other foot. He lifted my face from his left foot and smashed my face into the left one.
“Inhale, faggot! Deep breaths for me.”
I took five long deep hits off his foot, and I think I experienced a micro-orgasm because I felt my ass clench and my cock had a large white pearl right at the tip.
My Sir noticed and pressed his free foot down on my sack, crushing my balls to ruin a second pending explosion.
“Owwwwww, Sir!”
“Get your mouth on my foot, faggot. Let me worry about those balls. They’re mine anyway, I will crush them, twist them, punch them, break them, or rip them off you if I please!”
“Yeth Thir”, I mumbled over a mouthful of toes without a care in the world. My Sir could have crushed my balls if he wanted to, I just wanted to keep worshipping his feet. I was becoming more incoherent by the minute, like I’d been smoking meth!
I must have worked over my Sir’s feet for over an hour. This was the life of service a faggot like me could only dream about, except it wasn’t a dream, it was my reality.
When my Sir pulled me up to my knees and pushed my face into his armpit, in a headlock, I nearly died from an overdose of musk! My senses were on fire, it was almost torturous to have this much of my Sir’s smells at my disposal.
My tongue swiped over my Sir’s ripe, spicy, thick patch of dark hair and I took more deep, deep whiffs, my head trapped delightfully in my Sir’s grip. I was now definitely intoxicated and giddy.
“Mmmmmm mmmmm ohhhhh”, I moaned, but I was muffled so my Sir couldn’t possibly know just how much I was loving this. My face was covered in wetness, my Sir’s aromatic pit sweat and my own spit.
When I was released from my Sir’s death grip, I noticed his cock was angry and very erect again.
“Sir, may I sit on it, please, Sir!”
“Ohhh yeah, you’re definitely ready now faggot. I love seeing you like this. Your eyes are dilated, faggot. I’ve made you addicted to me, I’m your drug now, faggot, hehe!”
My Sir spit into his palm twice and rubbed it over his boner. He was still sitting at the edge of the bed with his feet on the carpet when I plunged myself down on him. My Sir promptly stood tall, holding my ass in his hands, I held onto his broad shoulders and my Sir thrusted inside me while standing up for a few minutes, watching himself in the mirror on the wall owning my starving hole.
My Sir eventually placed me on the bed, grabbed an ankle in each hand and spread my legs open.
“Let me see that pussy, faggot!”
I winked my little hole at my Sir.
A second later, he rammed his hard dick all the way inside my ass.
“Oohhhh yes, Sir! Fuck your faggot, Sir! Please, pound me out, Sir!”
“Ohhh fuck, listen to you, so needy and desperate for my big Black dick. You know how what that does to me, faggot? Don’t you, faggot! Oh fuck and your little clit is leaking, too. Gonna break your fucking back tonight. This is what happens after withholding that ass from me for so many days. I’m gonna fucking plant my fucking nut up your groveling asshole, faggot!”
My Sir raised my ass up even higher and stood over me, pile driving that dick of his deeper, harder, faster, with conviction! He wasn’t kidding, my back hadn’t been banged out like this in weeks.
We were both lost in our sex, grunting and groaning louder and louder. My Sir’s grip on my ankles tightened and my loose cunt was being smashed into oblivion.
Finally, my Sir’s bearded face raised up toward the ceiling, his eyes barely open, and he screamed, “I’m fucking cumming, ohhhhh fuuuccckkk! Oohhhhhh fuuuucccckkk! Ohhh faggot! Fucking take that nut! Ohhh fuck yeah, I can feel your pussy swallowing my seed! Ohhh fuck!”
My Sir collapsed on top of me, his heart racing. I hugged him close to me tightly.
“Ohhh thank you, Sir. Thank you for breeding me, Sir! I love you so much, Sir!”
My Sir kissed me hard, his cock still somewhat hard inside me.
“I got one more in me, faggot. All this backed up cum I gotta unload tonight. Seeing you slut out for me makes me nuts!”
“Oh Sir, thank you, I am your slut, Sir. I love turning my ass over to you, Sir. You are my King, Sir. I would do anything for you, Sir.”
My hole was so creamy and sloshy from two loads already, it was wonderful. Every time my Sir inseminates me, I feel closer to him, that a part of him lives inside me. It’s like being blessed, or going to heaven.
My Sir was insatiable that night. After fucking me silly and knocking me up, he still needed more. He swiftly rolled me onto my stomach and propped a pillow under my hips, and began to felch out his own loads from my hole and would then bring his mouth up to mine and we snowballed that sacred concoction together.
“You see, faggot, now I have my dinner, too. This is all I need tonight.”
My Sir slapped my butt, spread it open and launched his cock right inside once again. I felt so full, so right, so slutty and used, but it was my Sir, I was just serving him in the best way possible.
My Sir soon placed his strong hands on either side of me and continued to spear me in a push-up position. I held onto my Sir’s wrists. I was drooling all over the sheets, babbling like I’d lost my mind. Once again, my Sir’s musky pits were in the vicinity of my nose and that heady high was returning. I started to squeeze my sphincter and milk my Sir’s cock with my ass.
“Ohhhh fucckkk, faggot. You make your Sir’s cock feel so good when you ride it like that. Your pussy is obsessed with my dick! Look at that greedy ass swallowing it up, fuck!”
“Ohhhh Sir! My pussy loves your cock, Sir! It’s so good, Sir!”
My Sir resumed his dominance over me, pulverizing my pussy, rearranging my innards, going so deep, coring it out with his mighty sword, and once again, impregnated me with a third hot blast of his homemade sauce. I slowly milked my Sir’s deflating cock with my gaping, sloshy, hole.
My Sir’s full body weight lying on top of me, I felt safe and shielded. I felt his sweaty chest hair on my back, his beard on my neck, his heavy breathing in my ear. His body relaxing. Then I felt a warmth in my belly that was growing inside me, and I knew at that moment that my Sir was urinating in me, his faggot, bloating me with even more of his creation. My Sir enjoyed full rights to use my body vessel any way he wished, there existed an assumption of ownership and rights that allowed him to fill me up without question. Not that I would ever stop him. Allowing Sir to urinate inside me was just another perk of being his faggot.
When my Sir finally rolled over I jumped on top of him to kiss his lips, to thank him, to show gratitude for everything he is, for dominating me and giving me the gifts of his seed. I took his flaccid cock into my mouth for a final cleansing that night then sauntered off toy bathroom to expel myself in private.
When I returned to the bedroom, my Sir was sleeping with a look of satisfaction and gratification. When I nuzzled up next to him, he threw his arm over my body and pulled me close, my smaller frame body wrapped and protected by his. I fell asleep to the rhythm of his breathing and had the most restful sleep in months.
