With our wedding scheduled to take place next weekend, Sir Jace had a special “bridal shower”planned for me. He said he loved me so much that he wanted it to be memorable.
It was a Saturday morning when I was serving his breakfast when Sir causally mentioned the evening’s plans.
“Faggot, I planned something real special for you tonight. After all, is your last weekend as a single faggot.”
“Thank you, Sir for thinking of me.”
I knew better than to say anything more than that. Sir Jace always gets mad when I ask too many questions.
“I’m sure you will be thanking me later, faggot. We’ll see. You’ll need to deep clean your fuck hole and I bought you something to wear for the occasion.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
My Sir was finishing his breakfast and rubbing his crotch over his black CK boxer briefs. I was caught staring at him.
“What have I told you about staring, faggot?”
“Sir, that staring is rude and wastes time, Sir. That it is time I could be using to do something more productive, Sir.”
“That’s right, faggot, but yet, you just cannot help yourself, can you faggot?”
“No Sir, I’m sorry, Sir.”
Oh shit! I really fucked up. Sir hates it even more when I say “sorry” for anything.
It shouldn’t have surprised me when he leapt from the chair and delivered a hard smack across my cheek. His face was stern and angry.
“Maybe you don’t deserve a bridal shower at all, faggot. First you are staring at me then you’re saying you’re sorry. Instead of rewarding you with the cocks that you crave, I should just bring you to the warehouse at the back of the jewelry store and flog the shit out of you. Clean this mess up and don’t say another word because I’m this close to changing my mind, faggot!”
“Yes Sir”
I hadn’t planned on pissing my Sir off that morning. I’d drank his piss like any other morning, I prepared his breakfast, brought in the newspaper from outside, nothing off-script, but then I had to go and fuck it all up.
I chastised myself as I cleaned up the dishes and Sir had taken his coffee to his throne and turned on some porn. As was his usual bating playlist, it was interracial porn, always a Black King dominating some helpless white boy. I didn’t pay too much attention as I had chores to tend to.
I was cleaning Sir’s toilet when I heard him call out for me.
“Faggot! Get over here!”
I dropped the toilet brush and wiped my brow and sprinted to the living room and took to my knees at his throne.
“Yes Sir, how can I help you, Sir!”
“Suck my dick, faggot. I’m getting ready to blow and you better not waste a single drop. You hear me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir!”
I took position between my Sir’s thick hairy tree trunk thighs where his erection was throbbing in his hand and his balls were slightly raised. They were high and tight, so I knew this wouldn’t be a slow and sloppy affair. I lowered my open mouth and my Sir pushed my head down, ensuring his shaft was all the way inside my open throat. Sir thrusted his cock upwards into my face and within just a minute he was full-on grunting and feeding me.
After Sir had pushed me off and told me to get busy, I had an odd sense of satisfaction that I was of use to him. Serving as his personal cum dump is truly my greatest honor.
It was probably around dinner time when Sir summoned me to his bedroom.
“Faggot, don’t make dinner tonight. Get yourself ready and put that on.”
Sir was naked and about to step into the shower. I didn’t want to stare and forced myself to look at the bed to see what it was that I’d be wearing. It was a black pair of neoprene long assless shorts with red piping.
“Thank you, Sir. Does this mean I will be taking fists tonight, Sir?”
“Did you ask me permission for questions, faggot? Mind your place. Fists are on the table, faggot. Fists, piss, cum inside you, on you, it doesn’t matter, I’ll be deciding what happens tonight. Your job is to be my loyal faggot, do as you’re told without question.”
“Yes Sir”
I grabbed my new gear and headed for my bathroom. I made sure to take the time for a full and deep douching. I pulled on my new shorts which were snug especially over my caged cock.
Sir was in full leathers when I returned to the living room from head to toe. In his hand was my leash.
“On your knees, faggot.”
I lowered myself so my Sir could secure the leash to my collar and he yanked on it. I rose to my feet and followed him to the car, barefoot and no shirt.
Sir put me in the back seat and dropped the leash at my side while he got into the passenger seat.
I wanted to know where we were going, but I didn’t have to ask after a couple of minutes. we were heading to the sex club.
Once we parked Sir Jace came to the back passenger door.
“Leash!”
I handed it to him and he walked me briskly to the back door entrance.
I was taken to one of the sling rooms. Sir secured my ankles into the stirrups. I didn’t protest. Sir placed some noise canceling headphones over my ears and everything went quiet for a few minutes. Then he put a blindfold over my eyes and everything went dark. Sir then stuffed a bottle of poppers into the palm of my hand.
Suddenly, his voice was in my ears.
“Enjoy your bridal shower, faggot. For the next three hours all you will hear is my voice in your ears. You will inhale poppers only when I tell you. Your faggot hole is going to be fucked, fisted and bred by many, many men, none of which you will ever see.”
I felt a tongue in my hole as the audio continued.
“Just take some deep breaths and exhale. Deep breaths. That’s it. Breathe out. Relax, relax and focus on the sound of my voice. Let the sound of my voice be the only thing you will hear for the next three hours. Over the next three hours your faggot cunt is going to be completely wrecked.”
The tongue in my hole was soon replaced by a couple of fingers.
“Feel your pussy hole opening up, faggot? It wants to be stretched. It wants to be ruined. It wants cock. It wants fists. It’s a hungry cunt, my hungry cunt. Your King’s hungry cunt. I want you to bring the poppers bottle to your nose now.”
There was a pause.
“Bring the poppers to your left nostril and take a nice long hit. I’m going to count to ten. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Good faggot. Now the other one. I’m going to count to ten again.”
This was repeated.
“Hold for me, keep holding for me faggot. Feel yourself gooning, yeah, that’s it. Now exhale. Deep breath. Let it out. Such a good faggot. You probably didn’t even notice that cock buried in your ass, did you faggot? No of course not, you were too busy listening to my voice, following my directions, turning into a popper slut.”
There was a fat dick up my hole now as I laid there splayed out on that sling. I felt hands rubbing my chest and fingers twisting my nipples while my hole was getting pounded out. My mind was jelly from that first long hit off the brown bottle.
“Feel your cunt hole spread open wide as it is full of a real man’s cock. You’re not a real man are you faggot. No, you’re my faggot. My locked pussy faggot who exists in the world only to serve men like me and to service any dick I tell you to. You feel that big dick inside you now. Getting ready to impregnate you. That’s right. You love it. You love it when a man deposits his load inside your faggot cunt. Spread your legs wider faggot. Let that man know you’re ready for his load. That you want and need his load.”
I found myself throwing my hands back and surrendering my pussy hole to this stranger, easing my hips slightly, maneuvering so I could spread my legs wider as Sir commanded.
“You’re such a good faggot. Now get ready to feel that hole get seeded faggot. Smile for me, faggot. Show me how much you want this. How much you need this.”
I felt a warm sensation in my hole and I knew I’d been cummed in. I’d been bred. I was delirious. I loved it.
“Oh, you should see your face now, faggot. I’ve never seen you look so happy. Taking loads in your ass is what you love. It’s what you crave. It’s what you live for. Let’s get you ready for the next cock, faggot. Reach down and pull your faggot ass apart. Show these men your wet pussy. Show them how much you want more. Oohhh, wow. Your pussy is winking at us, faggot. So beautiful. You’re such a good faggot. Obeying my orders. Doing as your told. You’re my faggot. Now get those poppers back in your hand, faggot. Yeah, on the count of three I want you to take deep hits in both nostrils, back and forth, until I tell you to stop. One. Two. Three.”
I opened the bottle and began to take deep hits as directed.
“Oh yeah faggot. Feel yourself slipping out of consciousness, being the best fucking faggot you could be. My fucking faggot who obeys my orders, who begs for my cock, who needs my cock to live. So desperate, so needy, so pathetic. You can stop now faggot. Hold your breath for five seconds. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Exhale.”
A second cock had entered my hole somewhere in this haze. It wasn’t as thick as the first one but it was much longer.
“Feel that big dick excavating your pussy, faggot. Open it up. Wide. Feel the poppers. Show us what a faggot you are. Show us how much you love that long cock stroking your cunt out. Let me see you smile for us again faggot. Show us how much you love this. How much you love being my faggot. How much you love being a faggot for strangers’ cocks.”
I was probably moaning out loud now but I couldn’t hear myself over Sir’s voice.
Once again I felt a warm sensation in my rectum and I knew I was bred a second time. I could feel a tingle down my taint as the warm combined loads seeped out of my asshole.
“Look at yourself faggot. Your ass is so full of cum it’s overflowing. What a faggot. You love it. You love being filled up by multiple cocks filling your faggot cunt up with cum. You’re a cum bucket for real men. You let men shove their dicks in your pussy to breed you. You’re scum, you’re a low life swine. Your nothing. You’re a faggot. A hole.”
There was some hypnotizing beats behind Sir’s voice that had me in such a trance. Sir stopped speaking for a minute and I focused on his last words. He was right. I am swine and I am a faggot and just a hole I think I was moaning so loud now I heard myself over the loud music playing in my ears.
In dramatic fashion I was awakened out of my stupor when I felt a hand prodding at my hole.
“Grab your poppers pig. Get ready to take five hits in each nostril. I’m going to count them out after each round. Start in your left nostril. Get ready. Three. Two. One.”
I hit each nostril deeply.
“One”
Again.
“Two”…”Three”…”Four”…”Five. Hold it. Keep holding faggot. Yeah. Now exhale. Exhale and relax. Sit back and let that fist open up your ass faggot. Let your cunt melt away into the oblivion. Your mind is in the oblivion. That’s it pig. Fucking faggot. Take that fist. That fist is punching out your faggot cunt. Open your cunt. Swallow the fist. Scream out for me faggot. Let me hear you say “oh yeah”, as loud as you can. Like you mean it.”
The music played louder in my ears as I yelled “oh yes! Fuck my cunt! Oh fuck!”
Each blow of that closed fist punched into me as it burst through my swollen cunt lips. My fister was an expert, using his knuckles in just the right way to hit me where I wanted it.
“Holy fuck, faggot! You can’t hear yourself crying out for those punches, but I can. Your deepest faggot desires are happening right now. You’re a cunt bag. Fuck those punches feel good. Don’t they. Yeah, I know they do. It’s what you live for. You want the other fist. I know you do. I know you need to be stretched. Stretched open even more. Your deep tunnel of a cunt needs more in it. I’m going to make that happen but first you have to earn it. You like making me happy faggot, I know you do. Now I’m going to return the favor. I’m going to make you the happiest faggot on the planet. Grab those poppers faggot. Open the bottle and bring it to your nose. We’re going to melt that faggot brain. Hold it there until I count to five. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Now the other one. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Now back to the left for five more seconds…”
Holy fuck, my mind was spinning so crazy. My head was in a literal fog. I saw distorted shapes and colors under my eyelids after huffing on that brown bottle for a full minute. My cunt hole was so loose and hungry now. I barely noticed it when the second fist filled me. The moment it passed through my fuck hole a wave of fullness went right through my body and I groaned loudly.
“Ohh that’s it faggot. Your cunt is happy now. Feel the stretch. Feel your cunt prying open wide for those fists. You love it. I can see it all over your pig face. This is what faggots like you dream about. You must be tripping out now. Just let the rush relax you. Take those fists up your cunt hole like a good pig. Feel those knuckles scraping your cunt hole faggot. Feel them moving deeper inside your pig hole, punching it out. Yeah, let’s fuck your mind up faggot. Take five deep hits for me. Your fucking faggot brain is being destroyed while your pig hole is being decimated. You never felt like such a fuck hole in your life. You’re a hole. A hole for Alpha men. Your asshole is being destroyed and you love it. Your brain is fucking fried now faggot. Let me hear you beg for it faggot. Let it out. Tell us how desperate your faggot fuck hole is for those double barreled fists.”
“Ohhhhh fuckkk me! Wreck my fucking pig hole!”, I was screaming out for it.
“Yes faggot. Good faggot. My faggot. You need more cum up your pig hole. Feel that cock stretching your cunt open. Feel that fist beating that cock inside your ass, using your swine cunt. Your cunt lips are so swollen faggot, so beaten up. Destroyed. Ruined. Wrecked. But you want more. You’re an insatiable faggot. It feels good being loaded up again. You feel alive when you’re being bred by raw dick. I know you, faggot. I know what you need, what you crave. I know you wake up every single day desperate for my cock, for any cock. You’re a pig. You’re a dirty fucking faggot. Let’s fry your fucking brain again faggot. Bring those poppers to your nose. Open the bottle, right nostril. Hold it until I count to ten. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Sex. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Now the other one.”
I was barely conscious now when I felt another fist up my ass now. It was sliding in so easily. My cunt was wide open. I took several more fistings and dick-downs for the next few hours and all the brain cells in my head were temporary dead.
“Now it’s my turn faggot. I’m gonna breed your faggot hole now. I want you to watch me as I fuck my big dick into your used cunt hole. I’m going to take off your headphones now, faggot.”
I felt the headphones come off my head, next was the mask and I was blinking for a few seconds before I could see my Sir clearly at the foot of the sling. He’d pulled off those black and red fisting shorts and I was naked, just my dicklet locked away forever covered by its sheath. Our eyes locked. I never felt so powerless, I surrendered my body, my soul, my hole to the Adonis of a man.
“Your cunt is so sloppy faggot.”
My Sir’s cock pounded out my overly wet pussy.
“Fuck me, Sir! Breed me, Sir!”
I had lost all my inhibitions under the influence of those amyl chemicals and gave in to my most primal faggot desires. My Sir reached down to twist and pull on my nipples and I felt my caged dick spasm, I’d spilled my faggot seed inside my cage.
“I’m gonna fill your hole now, faggot. Gonna give you what you need. Take my cum , pig. Ohhhh fuck! Ohhhhh fuuuccckkk! Oh man! Oh motherfucker! Fuck!”
My Sir had filled me up. I was spent. Just a slack human form splayed out on that sling. I’d spent the last three plus hours serving as a hole, performing my purpose, all under the supervision of my King, my Master, my Sir. It was the best bridal shower I could have ever imagined. Being well-used, abused, fucked up, wrecked, while my Sir filled my head with his words and those poppers.
My Sir lifted me up from the sling. As I stood there, stupid, my brain liquid jelly, naked, my Sir reattached the leash to my collar and walked me out the back door, the very same way we had entered hours before.
Without saying a word, my Sir stuffed me back into the rear seat and belted me. I felt light, the endorphins still rushing and running through my body. We drove for several minutes when I’d slipped back to reality. We pulled into the driveway. Sir Jace parked his truck and opened the passenger door.
On the black tar of the driveway I dropped to my knees and kissed my Sir’s boots.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome faggot. Remember what you are. Remember your place. You’re a faggot. You’re my faggot.”
My Sir tugged on the leash and I crawled behind him to the front door.
Once we were inside and the door was shut, my Sir continued past the front door, down the hallway to his bedroom.
“Kneel”
I knelt.
“Open”
Sir stuffed his half hard cock into my mouth and started to fill it with his urine. It was the perfect night cap after such a night.
Sir stripped naked and spooned me as we drifted off to sleep.
