With our wedding only 7 weeks away, the planning was heating up in earnest. Sir Jace and my sister had almost everything organized. I wasn’t included in many of the decisions, but Sir would tell me what had been arranged as things were happening.
I was becoming more excited by the day. Sir Jace had admonished me many times for losing focus on the present and drifting off into daydreams. Even Mr. Eddie had called me into his office a couple of times to say I had been slacking off.
Of course, Mr. Eddie had reported my lack of performance to my Sir and he wasn’t too pleased.
Well, even after two talks, Mr. Eddie had called me into his office a third time.
“Faggot, what’s going on with you? You missed another deadline. You know these quarter end reports have to be completed on time for our investors and the banks. Every time I pass by your office it doesn’t even look like you’re present, like your mind has drifted away. I put my neck on the line hiring you. I have no choice but to write you up, this is unacceptable. What do you have to say for yourself, faggot?”
“Mr. Eddie, I guess I’m just so excited about getting married and I keep thinking about that and our honeymoon, and…”
“Enough, faggot! I don’t want to hear it.”
Mr. Eddie slipped a document across his desk.
“You better read this, faggot. You left me no choice but to write you up. I’ll need you to sign it and I’ll make you a copy.”
I read it over. The document recalled our previous discussions and summarized the deficiencies in my performance, lack of detail, lack of meeting deadlines and even said if I didn’t show improvement on the next thirty days a final written warning would be issued. This was serious.
“Mr. Eddie, please. If my Sir finds out about this he will be so angry with me. I promise I will do better.”
“Faggot, we are beyond that now. You promised the last time we spoke two weeks ago and nothing changed. This time you really messed up. Jace is already aware of this. I told him this morning when I saw him at the new job site. You’re his faggot and he’s my friend, I was obligated to tell him.”
I had no words, I almost pissed my pants.
“Sign your name at the bottom.”
I took Mr. Eddie’s pen and I was confused.
“Mr. Eddie, the document states my name is “Sir Jace’s faggot”, not my legal name. Should I sign with my legal name?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. This is an internal document. Everyone knows you as Jace’s faggot. I don’t even think anyone other than me even knows your legal name.”
“Ok”
I signed “Sir Jace’s faggot” at the bottom of the page and dated it April 16, 2025.
“Go make a copy for yourself and give me back the original, faggot.”
“Yes, Mr. Eddie.”
Well, I went back to my office afterwards and stared at the title of the document, “Corrective Action-Written Warning”.
I was in deep shit now, my state of bliss was popped like a balloon.
I just stared at that paper and wondered what Sir Jace was going to say? What he would do? I’d be finding out soon enough.
I wanted to stop time from passing. I wanted to delay the inevitable as long as possible. As much as I wished I had that power, the hands on the clock sped faster and faster.
When the clock hit 5pm, it was time for me to wait outside for my Sir to pick me up.
I didn’t wait at all, Sir Jace was already parked out front.
I opened the back passenger door and stepped into Sir’s truck.
“How was your day, Sir”, I asked timidly.
“Shut up, faggot! I don’t feel like talking to you right now.”
I looked downward and started to sweat.
I realized Sir wasn’t driving us home. When I looked out of the window after a few minutes it hit me where we were going. I had a sick feeling in my stomach.
The familiar route to the jewelry store. He was taking me to the dungeon set up behind the store.
I felt a chill race down my spine and was practically paralyzed when we pulled up into the parking lot.
“Get out, faggot!”, Sir Jace commanded.
I stepped out and closed the door.
“Come here, faggot.”
I walked over to my Sir. He latched the leash on my collar and walked me into the store.
“Hey Jace, the room is all ready for you, just go on back.”
“Thanks buddy”, Sir said stoically.
My Sir tugged on my leash and pulled me into the back room. Then he unclipped my leash and hung it on the back of the door.
“Strip faggot”
I unbuttoned my dress shirt and placed it on an empty chair. Then I pulled off my t-shirt. The room was chilly. My nipples could cut glass they were so hard and pointy. I pulled my feet out of my shoes and undid my belt. I pulled off my pants and placed them on the chair over my shirt.
I was now in socks and my cock cage. I had the privilege of wearing a jock strap taken away from me about two months ago.
“Socks, faggot. Get them off!”
I pulled them off and now my feet were on the cold laminate tile.
Sir pushed me to the center of the room and pressed a button on the wall that lowered some chains from a hoist on the ceiling,
My ankles were locked into metal clamps that were very secure and tight. My Sir pressed the button and I was being lifted into the air. About half way up, my Sir twisted my body so I was upside down. Then I was lifted higher and my Sir pressed another button and my legs were spreading wider and wider. All my weight dangled as I was swaying slowly back and forth.
Sir Jace secured my wrists with more metal cuffs and my arms were spread wide at each side. I became an upside-down immobilized giant “X”.
My Sir then forced a ball bag into my mouth and a dark hood over my head. I was now in complete darkness, left there, just hanging upside down, anxious as all hell.
It sounded to me like Sir Jace could have been taking off his shirt, but who knows?
I heard him approaching me, and then he spoke right in my ear.
“Faggot, you’re about to learn what happens when you embarrass me. This is going to be the most ferocious corrective action you’ve ever had!”
He was seething! He sounded dead inside and viscous at the same time.
I was defenseless, no where to run or hide. Every muscle in my body strained from the extreme stretch.
Out of nowhere I felt that bull whip crack right across my back. The sting was sharp, I screamed into the gag.
CRACK!
Another blow across my shoulder blades.
CRACK CRACK CRACK!
Three in a row across the back of my legs.
With each crack of the whip my body tensed and released. I could see nothing. I could move nothing. I had no choice but to take it.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Sir had me guessing, this time across my chest.
A pause of a minute. I was breathing heavy.
CRACK! Across my back
CRACK! Now my ass
CRACK! Again my ass
CRACK! This one to the ass was even harder
CRACK! Just under my ass, the whip curled upward to sting my balls
On and on Sir took the bull whip to my strung up body. At some point my mind stepped out of my body and a calmness overtook all of my thoughts. Due to the ferocity of Sir’s brute force there was no escaping the sharp lashes entirely, but at least I’d stopped flinching.
I came back to consciousness after a few minutes when all of the violence had stopped. I was easily whipped over a hundred times, my body tingled and stung everywhere. I took this time to reflect on just lost I’d become in the past ten or so days to end up this way. I was lax. I was lazy. I was giddy from the excitement of our nuptials. I’d forgotten my place. I sobbed.
Suddenly, I felt myself being lowered. When my face was within his reach, the hood and the ball gag were removed. I was flipped back right side up and lowered so my feet were once again on the ground. All of the metal shackles were removed.
My limbs ached. I had red raised lacerations all over my body, some visible bruises. I’d been beaten badly. This was indeed the very type of correction action I needed to set me straight. The corrective action I most certainly deserved..
My body shook as I dared to lower myself to my knees and groveled at my Sir’s feet.
“Thank you, Sir.”, I said softly, my voice shaking.
“What was that, faggot?”
“THANK YOU, SIR!”, I shouted much louder, my voice echoing in the warehouse.
“Look at me, faggot!”
I looked upward. I still saw venom in his eyes.
He spit in my face, some landing in my eye.
“You disgust me. You disappoint me. You ashamed me.”
These are words that cut right through my heart.
“Sir, I…”
Sir reached down and smacked me hard across the face.
“Don’t speak! I don’t want to hear it. Do you realize how your poor performance reflects on me, faggot? I’m responsible for you. I own you. I control YOU! Well, it now appears I’ve failed. You may be used to being humiliated on a daily basis, but I’m certainly not. You left me with no other choice but this!”
“Sir, I prom…”
WHACK!
This time the smack was so hard I fell over.
“I said shut the fuck up! You do not have my permission to speak! I do not want to hear about any promises you will never keep! Now get your clothes on, faggot! I’m taking you home. I gotta eat!”
I dressed and the leash was once again attached to my collar.
As we passed back through the jewelry store Sir hung the leash to a coat hook on the wall and walked over to his friend to thank him.
“Thank you, Jerry.”, my Sir said.
“Any time, Jace. It looked like you really took it to your faggot. I watched for a few minutes from the camera I’ve installed back there. What did it do?”
“It disappointed me, Jerry. It required the most severe corrective action.”
“I get it, Jace. We can’t let these faggots get away with anything. It doesn’t reflect well on us.”
“No, it does not.”
“Well, Jace, you are always welcome to make use of my dungeon anytime.”
“Thank you, Jerry. I’ve worked up an appetite, I’m taking my faggot home to make me dinner. See you at the wedding then?”
“If not before, Jace. You never know when these faggots are gonna act up.”
“True, I’ll see ya. Thanks again.”
I could barely sit my butt was on fire. My limbs still ached from being tested and stretched for over an hour. All the blood that rushed to my head was still working its way downward to my feet, I was sure going to remember this thrashing for a long time.
When my Sir rolled the truck into the driveway I let myself out of the back seat. Once Sir had opened the front door I entered and stripped bare.
Sir planted himself in front of the tv.
I immediately brought him a cold beer in a glass and once again I tried to show my respect by lowering myself to my knees and kissing his toes.
“Faggot, there’s plenty of time for you to repent. Didn’t you hear me say I was hungry? Get your ass in the kitchen!”
There was still an icy scorn in his tone and I knew Sir was within a hair trigger to smack me again if I didn’t get moving.
I busied myself in the kitchen and broiled my Sir a ribeye steak, medium rare, a baked potato with lots of butter and sour cream and a side of sautéed spinach, my Sir’s favorite vegetable.
I set his plate at the table and my Sir turned off the television and ate at the table by himself. I took him a second cold beer and was cleaning off the pots and pans while I left him to eat his supper.
When the TV turned on again, I went into the dining room to take his dinner plate and utensils into the kitchen and took him a third cold one.
Sir was lighting up his weed bowl and I was glad. I hoped the magic plant would bring his edge down multiple levels.
After I’d completed making the kitchen spotless, I went back out into the living room and kneeled before my Sir again. Another attempt to show my humility, to demonstrate my acknowledgment I’d been correct thoroughly.
My Sir looked stoned. His eyes were glazed over.
“Faggot, how could you embarrass me like this? What will Eddie and his partners think of me now? How are you going to fix this, faggot? Huh?”
“Sir, I will…!”
“Close your mouth! Do not say another goddam word!”
My Sir undid his pants and fished his cock out of his black boxer briefs.
“In fact, choke on this! Instead of running your mouth with a bunch of excuses and false promises, use it for a good purpose!”
I lunged for my Sir’s big Black cock and it swelled down my throat. It thickened and grew to its full length and I buried his bone completely to its base.
“At least you’re good for something, faggot!”, my Sir hissed. “A great cocksucker, but nothing else.”
My Sir made me feel unworthy, discarded, maybe hate myself in that moment. All I was a mouth?
Sir smacked me in the back of my head.
“Focus faggot!”
My Sir knew me so well that I had no privacy in my own mind. He knew what I was thinking, what I would say before I would say it, how I would respond, how I would react to just about anything. My Sir controlled my mind and body.
Sir was losing patience with me and grabbed me by the ears and moved my face up and down. My throat goo poured down my chin as my Sir aggressively used my throat as his cock sleeve.
Sir pressed my head all the way down and stood up. Then Sir never let go as he walked me to the wall impaled on his boner. Sir locked my wrists above my head flush to the wall and began to pummel my skull.
“That’s more like it, faggot. This is better than listening to your fucking voice!”
My choking and gagging were probably music to my Sir’s ears. He is so sadistic and really leaned into any opportunity to make me suffer.
Sir frowned as his thick dick hammered down my esophagus, forcing my throat to open and contract around his manhood.
My Sir gripped my wrists in one of his large hands now, stretching my arms higher and making them ache once again from all that time they were stretched wide and shackled earlier, while his free hand cupped my jaw.
Sir’s balls beat my face as his hips rocked and piston fucked that massive cock until it exploded down my throat. Sir’s cock spit up all its ball juice, flooding my mouth with his thick virile load.
My Sir banished me from his sight.
“Faggot, I don’t want to see your fucking face until the morning! Good thing for you is I believe in redemption.”
I retreated to my room and finally fell asleep after my mind replayed all the events that lead to this point.
I knew I couldn’t change the past, but I was determined to be better, to do better.
At the stoke of 6am I woke up and reported for morning urinal duty.
I was in position for almost twenty minutes when my Sir’s eyes opened. He stretched his arms out wide over his head and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. Then my Sir walked over towards me and pulled his cock out.
I opened my mouth and Sir guided his shaft inside and I swallowed and I swallowed and I swallowed. Sir Jace had a full bladder of acrid beer-tainted piss for me that morning.
After wiping his cock off on my face I dared to thank him.
“Thank you, Sir!”
“Hmmmph”, was all I could expect from him the morning after a severe whipping.
I went to brush my teeth and started on my morning chores. Sir once again remained silent as he ate his breakfast, read the paper, and drank his coffee.
I went to make his bed and iron his clothes and then I bagged up his lunch and a coffee to go. I made sure all SIr’s needs were met before tending to my own.
At our usual time, I climbed into the back seat of the truck and Sir kept looking at me in his rear view mirror, shaking his head back and forth in exasperation.
When we pulled into the office lot, my Sir parked the car instead of dropping me off. I was tethered by my leash and pulled behind my Sir who was walking very fast. He burst into the office and marched right into Mr. Eddie’s office with me in tow.
“Eddie, you might have written a corrective action yesterday, but I took corrective action of my own. I don’t think my faggot will be giving you any more trouble. I’m sorry it caused so much inconvenience and disruption with the investors and the banks. I do not think this will ever happen again.”
“Thank you, Jace. I have no doubt you have regained control of your unruly faggot. We just can’t allow poor performance here. I know you understand.”
“I do, Eddie. I hope my faggot’s failures do not reflect poorly on me at impact our friendship in any way.”
“Jace, we will always be friends. I know you since we were in high school. That will never change. But I am afraid the damage is already done. My partners have already indicated that you were ultimately accountable for your faggot’s actions. You are his owner. They trust you have provided the right punishment and are confident you have what it takes to lead your faggot on the right path. I have the same faith in you, Jace. As for you, faggot, you’re very lucky. The investors were willing to wait on their reports for another day. I suggest you start now. It’s going to be a long day for you.”
“Yes Mr. Eddie.”
“Eddie, I’ve not given my faggot permission to speak. Only allow work related questions if you need something from it today.”
“Copy that, Jace. Honestly, I never imagined your faggot could go so far astray. It was always the most obedient member of the staff. I was so disappointed and frustrated, I came home after work yesterday and beat my faggot Jimmy with a flogger. It didn’t even do anything wrong, but I just needed to release my stress.”
“It’s a good thing your faggot was there for you, Eddie. Well, I’m going to go now. Faggot, I’ll be outside at 5. Don’t be late!”
Sir untethered me from my leash and I retreated to my office and diligently got to work. My bruised and battered body required frequent massaging between my fingers hammering away at the keyboard, pouring over spreadsheet and numbers, debits, credits, invoices paid and unpaid.
It was only after 2 o’clock that Mr. Eddie came in to check on me.
“I’m glad to see your back to your old self, faggot. It looks like the whip had the right effect on you.”
I hadn’t permission to speak so I just listened.
“I’d say I’m sorry for writing you up and having to bring Jace into this, but I’m not sorry at all. You really had it coming. Long overdue in my opinion. I don’t think you’ll need any further disciplinary action if you keep focused on your job. You hear me, faggot? Nod if you understand.”
I nodded my head in agreement.
“Good faggot, now get back to work and I expect you to finish these reports before four. I need to time to check over your work before I send them off.”
Mr. Eddie made his point. I didn’t have time for a lunch break or a pee break. I sent Mr. Eddie my reports at 3:58 with sweat on my brow. I met his deadline and exhaled before running to the toilet to relieve my bladder. I had to sit on the toilet so my piss wouldn’t wildly spray out of my cage.
For the last hour of the day I read over all the emails I’d missed while I was daydreaming in the last week or so. Had I bothered to do so, there were several that became increasingly terse in nature from Mr. Eddie and his partners, especially Mr. Coleman demanding to know when they could expect the quarterly reports. No wonder why Mr. Coleman hadn’t used my mouth or my ass in the last two weeks, he was not happy with me. That meant there was no extra bonus money in Sir’s paycheck for my services.
Just before 5pm Mr. Eddie responded to my email that contained the reports with a three word sentence. “Good job faggot”. With that, I shut down my PC and when I walked outside, Sir Jace was already outside waiting for me. His arms crossed menacingly as he leaned against the hood of his big black truck.
“Faggot, get in.”
I climbed into my seat in the back of the truck. No surprise trips to the warehouse today for a butt whooping. No, but, we weren’t headed home either.
“I’m taking you to get your wedding outfit today, faggot.”
My Sir had already showed me a picture of the tuxedo he tried on and would be fitted perfectly to showcase his Herculean body.
We parked in front of the leather shop.
“Hey Jace, it’s great to see you again. I think your faggot’s outfit is ready. Let’s be sure we got the measurements right. Bring your faggot into the fitting room and I’ll be right there.
Sir lead me by my leash into the fitting room and unclipped me.
“Strip faggot”, the same words my Sir said only yesterday before the walloping. My body shook remembering how just twenty four hours ago I was upside down in the shape of an extended X.
I complied with my Sir’s wishes and stripped completely naked.
The store clerk brought back the outfit which had been covered in a garment bag.
It was not at all what I was expecting. It was rather skimpy.
The black leather shorts barely covered my ass completely. Then there was the tight leather tank top that zipped up from the side that fit like a corset around my torso. The clerk handed me black tube socks and black leather knee high boots. When I looked in the mirror I looked like my Sir’s slave, not a bride.
The tank top partially revealed the “Sir Jace’s FAGGOT”” tattoo across my chest.
“Turn around faggot”, Sir Jace barked.
The shorts were so low cut the tattoo on my left butt cheek from the faggot camp was clearly visible and the Sir Jace’s 🐖tattoo visible on the right butt cheek.
“This is perfect Johnny, you did a great job. My faggot is going to look great crawling down the aisle in this.”
Crawling down the aisle? What?, I thought to myself. In front of our friends, his family, my family?
I looked a little despondent, not excited.
“Come on faggot, you didn’t actually think you’d be walking down the aisle on a wedding dress did you? You’re my faggot. It’s not a secret. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I can’t wait to see my best man Collins lead you down the aisle. Look here, I even have a special leash for the occasion, it’s decorated to reflect off the light on the reception hall!”
My eyes went wide.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue, faggot? You want to say something?”
I looked again in the mirror at the visible lacerations and red and purple marks all over my body. I knew not to say anything at all. I’d not yet been given permission to speak.
“What do you think Johnny? You think my faggot looks good?”
“Yeah, it’s got my dick hard. That’s for sure.”
“Does it now? You knock a couple bucks off this I’ll let you fuck it right now if you want?”
“Yeah, what like two hundred?”
“Yeah, that works. Deal. Faggot. Show Johnny how much of an eager cocksucker you are.”
I knelt to the ground.
“No, no, faggot. You have to take this outfit off first. We don’t want any stains on it. I’m paying a lot of money for this.”
I carefully took off the outfit and placed the items back on the hangers and placed the garment bag on top. Then I went back down to the fitting room floor.
Johnny was a thin goth looking guy, about 5’9” with straight black very dark hair, almost black eyes, and the whitest pale skin I’d ever seen. He undid his leather pants and pushed out his seven inch uncut cock. I thick patch of unruly pubic hair appeared along with it.
“Go on, suck Johnny’s cock faggot. We don’t have all day.”
I opened my mouth and swallowed Johnny’s cock down to the root. That wiry hair tickled my nose and I had stray hairs in between my teeth. Johnny needs to trim his bush I thought to myself. Johnny began to pump my mouth full of dick and when it was nice and wet, he pulled away from my mouth.
“Bend over, faggot”, Johnny said.
I bent over the fitting room bench and exposed my beat up ass.
“Boy Jace, your faggot’s ass is really bruised. You did a number on it.”
“It had it coming, Johnny. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, you know. Gotta keep these faggots under control.”
“Yep, you have no idea how many Masters walk through here every week with their unruly faggots. They are good for business though. My best selling items are floggers whips and paddles. I would have to close up shop if faggots started behaving in this city.”
“We wouldn’t want that, Johnny. We need someplace to buy what whatever we need for our faggots. You gonna stand around talking or you gonna fuck my faggot?”
“I’m sorry Jace. I’m gonna fuck your faggot, of course.”
Johnny spit on his hand and tugged on his cock to get it hard again while Sir spit into my ass crack. Sir spread my globes open and Johnny’s cock found its way into my butt hole.
“Oh this is a nice hole, Jace. You’re a lucky man.”
“Hummph, I don’t know about that. I think it’s the other way around, man.”
Johnny’s cold hands gripped my shoulders as his cock penetrated my hole. I felt it gradually opening up and soon enough, Johnny’s entire dick was buried into my hole.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Your hole opened up real good for me, faggot! You like my dick in your ass?”
“Johnny, my faggot isn’t permitted to speak. I’m sure it loves your cock in its ass. It’s a faggot. Faggots love every cock they get.”
“That’s true, Jace. Sorry I didn’t know your faggot was silenced.”
“How could you have known, Johnny?”
Johnny open palm smacked my bruised butt a few times and I howled as he continued to bury his bone in my guts. It really didn’t take more than ten minutes for Johnny to flood my hole with his seed.
“Oh fuck, I needed that. I haven’t cum in almost five days. My boyfriend is out of town and I was saving it for him, but I couldn’t resist taking your faggot’s ass, Jace. It was worth it.”
“Faggot, get dressed while I settle up with Johnny.”
A torrent of cum spilled out my hole onto the fitting room floor before I was able to get my pants on. A large patch of cum stuck to the back of my pants that didn’t go unnoticed by my Sir.
“Faggot there’s no way I’m letting you sit in my car with all that cum pouring out of your ass like that. Take off your shirt and use it as a seat protector.”
I wasn’t going to argue and I was gonna be naked soon enough anyway when we were home.
I hadn’t uttered a word in over twenty four hours by this point.
I was sensing the silent treatment might go on all night. I fed my Sir dinner and cleaned up.
Sir lit up his joint.
“Faggot! Get over here!”
I ran over quickly.
“Kneel!”
I kneeled.
“Tell me three things you’ve learned in the past twenty four hours, faggot. You have permission to speak but use only three words.”
“Focus. Obedience. Service.”
“Very good, faggot. Those are excellent words. I would have selected remorse myself but thats just me.”
I just stared at my Sir since I wasn’t allowed to speak any words at all.
“You have my permission to speak faggot but so help me if you start rambling off with apologies and excuses I’ll duct tape that mouth of yours again. You hear me.!”
“Yes Sir!”
“What did you think of your wedding outfit, faggot?”
“Sir, it was not what I expected, Sir.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t faggot, but that is what you will wear when I take you as my wife. You should start thinking about your wedding vows, faggot. I want you to tell our guests how you will devote yourself to me until death do us part.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Have you cleaned your hole out yet from Johnny’s load?”
“No Sir!”
“I don’t want no sloppy seconds tonight. You go take care of that while I turn on some porn to get me in the mood to fuck you, faggot.”
“Yes Sir!”
Even with permission to speak I was not going to risk saying anything superfluous. My Sir is easily triggered.
I went to my bathroom and douched myself so I was fresh for my Sir.
When I returned he had logged into his favorite porn site, TimTales and had the latest clip of Caio Veyron topping a Columbian hottie named Bruno Cano. By the time I’d walked into the living room, Caio was 11 inches into that boy from behind literally drilling into that hole. Sir had taken off his shirt and a light sheen of sweat was shining off of him from the light of the TV. His cock was hard and throbbing in his hand. No doubt that Sir Jace was turned on watching an eleven inch dick destroy that bottom’s butt.
“Do you need an invitation, faggot? Didn’t you say your lessons learned were focus, obedience and service?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Show me, faggot. Show me how you’re gonna worship me. Give all of yourself to me.”
“Yes Sir.”
I retreated into a meditative trance, a sub-space almost immediately. For the next twenty or so minutes all of my thoughts centered around my Sir’s penis. I swallowed it, massaged it with my throat, kissed it, licked it, worshipped it like it was my God. Sir Jace laid back with his eyes closed, in his throne like royalty, his hands behind his head, allowing his faggot to please him.
“Lick my balls, faggot.”
I lowered my face to follow Sir’s command. When my nose connected with that soft skin my body shuddered. My nose tingles from that beautiful aroma of sweat, a full work day’s musk and cocoa butter. I inhaled several times deeply and became light headed. Once my tongue had its first salty taste, I experienced a mini orgasm.
“Ohhhhh mmmm”, I groaned with each swipe of my tongue. When I had those bull balls nice and wet, I opened my mouth as wide as I could to let them drop inside. I did need to use a finger or two to help facilitate this since my Sir’s balls are larger than average, but once I had them, I pulled them downward just a bit and my tongue continued to move about as I gently sucked on the very part of my Sir that produces the milk that fuels me. I didn’t want to let them go.
“Mmmmm”, I had lost any inhibition I might have held onto. I was reaching further into the depths of my faggotry.
“Bend over the sofa, faggot. Let me get some of that ass.”
By this time, Caio had already given Bruno a giant facial after rearranging that bottom’s innards. He was seriously fucked in every position. While I was washing Sir’s balls with my tongue, the screen flipped to a Mexican hunk, Alex Maldonado dicking down another Columbian pocket bottom, David Cruz. Alex is one of TimTales hottest tops in my opinion with the perfect cock. Little David was bent over holding his ass open daring Alex’s big hard dick to annihilate him.
I mimicked what I saw happening in this porn scene and spread my hole open for my Sir’s King cock.
“Yeah, ohhhh fuck, faggot. My cock is already up in your ass!”
“Mmmm”, I felt so full inside.
From this view, Sir could see all of the marks left just yesterday on my shoulders, my back, my ass, my thighs.
“That whip tore you up, faggot. Seeing you wear my stripes is making my cock throb!”
If my Sir was turned on by my lacerations, then I was proud and happy to provide him this thrill. My purpose is to serve my Sir and to please him any way I can.
“Mmmm hmmm, Sir”. My mind was so far gone into another dimension of submissive bliss, I didn’t really know what Sir was saying. I was just his hole at this point, a hole for him to use any way he wished.
My Sir’s hands grabbed on to some ass flesh, the ridges of his fingernails indenting my globes as that magnificent cock drove hard and deep inside me.
That bottom David had the most stupid smile on his face when Alex really laid his pipe down, and when Sir laid his in me, I took on the same expression. I felt kinship with David, someone I never met, but we were experiencing the very same thing.
Sir was so worked up he pummeled my hole into Infiniti, slapping my sore butt like I was a thoroughbred.
“Grrrrrrrr ohhhhhh fuuccckkk! Ohhhhh fuck! Take my nut, faggot! Ohhhhh!”
Sir’s balls exploded and I could feel every squirt of his seed as it spewed inside me in several powerful gushes.
I spun around and needed to taste my Sir’s emissions. I licked off and kissed any residual sperm I could find.
Sir turned off the television .
“Let’s go to bed, faggot.
I felt fulfilled. My purpose found. Focus, Obedience, Service.
