Wedding and The End
The morning of our wedding day was just like any other. There was no time off from my faggot servitude. With Sir’s morning piss already drank, I fixed his breakfast, brewed his coffee, and fetched his newspaper. This would be my life for the rest of my life. I wanted this more than anything in the world.
I could sense Sir was concentrating on his thoughts as he was chewing on his toast, but I continued scrubbing the frying pan clean rather than interrupt him.
“Hey faggot, come here!”, he barked.
I dropped the pan in the sink and turned off the water and dropped to my knees beside my Sir, my King.
“Yes Sir”, I said obediently.
“I’m in going to ask you this once, faggot. We are going to be married this afternoon. You will be officially mine, you will forever be known as faggot Robinson. Is this what you want? If you don’t, you can tell me.”
“Sir, yes, I want this more than anything, Sir. You are my life, Sir. You are everything, Sir.”
Sir patted me on the head.
“Good faggot”, then he pulled some papers out of an envelope that was lying on the kitchen table.
“Faggot, these papers here will officially and legally change your first name to faggot and your last Robinson. Richard will be your dead name. Sign right here.”
Sir pointed to the line for me to sign and date the papers and once again he patted my bald head, “good faggot. Finish cleaning up and then get our things ready. Ofvincent will be meeting us at the hotel. We have the honeymoon suite there.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”
I finished cleaning the kitchen then I took care of packing Sir’s tuxedo and toiletries. Sir told me to bring some lube, and that’s all we would be needing for our post-wedding sex.
Once I had Sir squared away, I packed the special jockstrap and leash Sir had bought me for the occasion. I wouldn’t be wearing anything else but knee pads crawling down the aisle. Everyone would see the tattoos on my ass and my chest proclaiming to be Sir Jace’s faggot. Shame was an emotion I let go of recently and I refused to allow it on this day.
Sir tucked me into the back seat of his truck and we drove to the hotel where Ofvincent was waiting.
Ofvincent was so happy to show us to our suite and said it would see us later.
Sir instructed me to assist him in the shower and I was admonished for trying to suck his cock while on my knees washing his groin.
“You will have the rest of your life to worship my cock, faggot. We don’t have time for this now!”
After I’d scrubbed my Sir from head to toe he slipped out of the shower and told me to prepare my faggot hole for him as it was going to get bred later.
When I’d finished, Sir was already wearing his tux, and I stopped dead in my tracks. He looked so handsome, like a true King, like a boss.
“Faggot, I know you can’t help yourself, but I am not going to remind you to stop staring at me. Next time I will just smack you, even in front of our guests. Now get your ass over here and out this on.”
A white, skimpy, yet sparkling jock strap that was meant to cover my caged dicklet was clutched in my Sir’s hand and he threw it at me.
I slipped it on me and then Sir pointed to the bed where the white knee pads were.
“Kneepads on, faggot!”
I put them over my knees. I didn’t need to be told what was next, I simply crawled over to Sir where he had the leash in his hand and clipped it on my collar.
“Let’s go, faggot.”
Out the door we went as I crawled behind my majesty, my Sir, toward the elevator. I was so proud to be tethered to this man who would soon be my lawfully wedded owner.
Ofvincent was there waiting for us when the elevator door opened.
“You look spectacular, Sir Jace. Your faggot looks humble as ever, Sir.”
“Thank you, Ofvincent. Are we ready to get this wedding started?”
“Yes Sir. Your mother and its family are seated in the front row. Mr. Eddie has your rings, Mr. Collins has the soldering iron, Sir. I will instruct the organist to start the music.”
“Very good”, Sir said.
When the organist began to play, Sir walked me down the aisle as I crawled behind him. It was a spectacle for those not accustomed to seeing such a display. I think I heard my mother begin to cry and my father coughed in disbelief. My sister was cackling. Sir’s mother had already been exposed to me servicing her son when she came for a visit.
The music stopped and the officiant of our wedding was a friend of Mrs. Robinson, who had been ordained as a Unitarian Minister.
Sir handed the leash over to Mr Collins and the minister began to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of this man and this faggot. Some might say this is unconventional union under the eyes of God, but we are not here to judge, we are here to bear witness to a man and a faggot that were meant to be together. Before I continue with this ceremony, is there anyone who wishes to contest? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
My father couldn’t help himself.
“This is an abomination. Richard, what are you doing with your life? How could you possibly want this? Look at you? You are an embarrassment to me and your mother! I demand that you stop this game and come with us right now!”
I was stunned, how could my father do this to me? I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move.
My Sir stepped up to my father.
“Richard no longer exists, mister. It is now and always has been a faggot, my faggot, as you can clearly see it marked on its body. It’s your choice, you can stay and keep your mouth shut, or you can go, but this what the faggot wants. This is what I want. The ceremony will go on.”
My father took my mother’s arm and they left, probably out of my life forever. It didn’t matter, what mattered was my Sir. He is my soul, my life, my purpose.
After the disruption, the service continued.
“Let’s proceed then, shall we.”
Edward, do you have the rings?”
“Yes”
“Very good. I understand the faggot would like to recite its vows?”
“No, the faggot has been ordered to recite its vows, faggots don’t have the privilege of choice.”, my Sir interrupted.
“I see. Well then, on your knees faggot, please go ahead.”
“There’s no need to say please, just tell it to go ahead.”, Sir interrupted again, making sure this minister would be sure to learn proper faggot protocols.
“Go ahead, faggot”
I rose to my knees.
“My Sir, my King, my reason for breathing, I am humbled to be your servant for the rest of my days on this earth. I vow to be the most loyal, the most obedient, faggot, your faggot. I will honor you, I will worship you, I will show humility and admiration for you, and service and submit to your will and wishes, Sir.”
“Jason, do you have anything to add?”
“No, my faggot covered off on just about everything. It knows its place.”
“Normally, a man places the wedding band on his partner’s ring finger, but this not a normal wedding, is it folks? Edward, will you place the wedding band on the faggot’s collar, please?”
Mr. Eddie unfastened my collar and slipped the gold band through it, then clasped it back.
“And Collins, will you do us the honor of permanently soldering this collar around the faggot’s neck?”
“Yes”, and Collins did his thing and within a minute or two, I was never going to remove that metal collar ever again.
“Jason, do you have any vows you’d like to say to your faggot?”
“Yes, I do.”
Sir Jace looked right at me and said:
“Obedience. Respect. Servitude. Humility. Gratitude. Honor. I expect nothing more out of you, faggot.”
I simply bowed my head and said, “Yes Sir. You have my word.”
“Edward, please give me the other ring. Faggot, crawl over here.”
I crawled closer to the minister.
“Kneel”, the minister said.
“Faggot, place this ring on your Master’s ring finger.”
“Master?”This was different I thought to myself, but I completed the act then returned to my place on all 4’s.
“I now pronounce you Master Jason Robinson and faggot Robinson. You may now leash your faggot.”
Collins handed the leash back to Master Jace and I was lead back down the aisle. I just followed Master Jace to the elevator and back up to our suite.
When he opened the door with the key card I entered still on my hands and knees and the door closed behind me.
“Kneel, faggot, hands behind your back.”
I did as commanded.
“You may look at me, faggot”
I looked up to his serious eyes.
“From today forward I am your Master, do you understand me, faggot?”
“Yes Master”
“Good faggot, now open your mouth I need to piss.”
Master pulled his cock from his fly and I smothered it with my lips, forming a tight seal. I’d done this hundreds of times before, but never as a married faggot. I didn’t want to fail at this, not this time. I focused on swallowing Master’s heavy flow, taking gulps every few seconds, collecting a mouthful and then swallowing it down. By now, I’d grown accustomed to my Master’s acrid and bitter taste, but for me, it was like honey because it was from my Master, and I love everything he is kind enough to share with me. It is my honor to be his urinal, I completed my task and licked my lips.
“Thank you, Sir”
“Faggot, what did you just say to me?”
“Thank you, Master”
“That’s better. Don’t make me correct you tonight. I won’t tolerate you making a fool of me. You hear me, faggot?”
“Yes Master”
“Good, now I’m not done using your mouth hole just yet. Make yourself useful and suck my dick, faggot. The least you could do is show me some appreciation. Show me just how much you love my big dick, faggot.”
“Yes Master”, I said eagerly. I love my Master’s big dick.
I opened wide as my Master held a hand over each ear and my throat became his fuck toy. Deep thrusts of beautiful dick meat explored the depths of my esophagus. My Master’s balls slapped against my face repeatedly and relentlessly.
“Oh fuck, faggot, you are the best cocksucker I know, and now you’re mine forever. I’m gonna use this faggot mouth of yours whenever I damn please, you better get used to it!”
As if I hadn’t been used to by now after all these years. I know my Master’s cock better than he does. I can spot it in a lineup from 100 miles away. All those times I’ve sucked and swallowed his load, had that beast of a dick up my ass, I became addicted to it and still am.
I let my Master wreck my throat until my jaw ached. Master Jace pounded my face, hugged it tightly and spewed a gallon of his seed inside my gullet.
“That’s only part one, faggot. Wait until I breed you tonight, then our marriage will be officially consummated. Now help me out of this tux.”
“Yes Master”
As I helped my Master strip out of the tux and into his leathers, he shared some new house rules.
“Faggot, let’s get some things straight and out in the open. New house rules for you.
- Only speak to me when I permit it. I don’t want to hear about your day, your thoughts, your opinions. None of that matters. Your priority is to serve me and the only words I ever want to hear from you is “yes Master!”
- No direct contact with anyone without my approval. No cell phone, no laptop, no way. I can’t have you distracted for any reason. Your priority is me and always me.
- I’ve already told Eddie to find another Accountant. Your full time job is to take care of me, my things, my house.
- Your holes are my holes, your mind is mine, your thoughts are mine, the air you breathe is the air I allow you to breathe. You are my legal property now. Shame, pride, embarrassment, or any other human emotion other than appreciation, respect, humility, or admiration for me is all you should be thinking about in your waking hours.
- Don’t think for a second just because we’re legally married that I won’t expect anything but the very best from you. No slacking off. Punishments will be severe and memorable. Don’t cross me, I’m warning you, faggot.
Do you understand me, faggot? Look me in the eyes so I know you are comprehending, faggot!”
“Yes Master”
“That’s a good faggot. I know you’ll make me proud.”
That’s all I want to do is make Master Jace proud of me.
Master Jace was now in his full leathers and equipped with a riding crop.
He used the crop on my bare butt twice to get me moving.
“Come on, faggot. Our guests are waiting!”
Once again on my leash, I crawled behind my Master as we made our grand entrance to the ballroom. Master escorted me to a table where Ofvincent, faggot Jimmy, and some other faggots I hadn’t met before.
“You faggots behave yourselves tonight.”,Master said sternly. Then he looked at me, “especially you. No booze and certainly no weed, that means no vapes, no gummies, no joints, pipes, nothing! However, you may speak to these faggots sitting at your table, no one else!”
Master paused for effect.
“Yes Master”
I watched him walk to his table where Mr Eddie, Mr. Collins, Mr. Vincent and two other men I didn’t recognize were seated,
“Your Master sure is keeping you under his thumb tonight, isn’t he?”, faggot Jimmy said.
“Yes. He’s just protecting me.”, I said in his defense.
“No, wake up, faggot! He wants to fuck you tonight and wants you sober”, one of the other faggots said.
“Don’t embarrass it, faggot Stevie.!”, Ofvincent said. “It’s its wedding night for goodness sake.”
After a good hour or so, meals were served and before dessert, Mr. Eddie tapped his glass to give a speech.
“I’ve known Jace a long, long time. I remember when he first told me about this faggot that he met online years ago. In fact, I remember when you first met it and said it had the best throat in the city. I remember when you first locked its dicklet up. I remember when you first penetrated it and took it into your home as a part-time faggot, then months later, full-time. What I’m trying to say is, you’ve been smitten by that faggot of yours for years and I’m not surprised you put a ring around its neck. I’m so happy you found the faggot of your dreams. I’ve sampled the goods, I know what you’ve got.”
The wedding guests laughed.
“I just want to say, I love you like a brother, man. Congratulations to you and your faggot. I wish for you many years of great sex and great servitude.”
Next it was Collins’s turn.
“Bro, we’ve been friends since middle school. It’s a long, long time. I’ve watched you grow into manhood, I’ve watched you grow into your sexuality, into your dominant nature. I’ve watched it all from the sidelines admiring how confident and comfortable you’ve become. That faggot of yours better appreciate you for the man that are Jace, you’re as good as it gets, Jace. Congratulations to you and your faggot.”
Both of these men were inebriated pretty badly by this point as was Master Jace.
Just as the wedding cake plates were being cleared, Master Jace bellowed loudly.
“Faggot Robinson! Where are you?”
I ran over to my Master and dropped to my knees.
“I’m right here, Master. How may I be of service?”
“Faggot! Help me to our room. I’m gonna fuck you now and you can say goodnight to our guests.”
“Yes Master. Good night and thank you for coming to our wedding today, good Sirs.”
Master struck my backside with the riding crop.
“Faggot! Are you stupid? That’s no way to thank these gentlemen! You should know better than that! These gentlemen inconvenienced their lives to come here today to see us get hitched. Show them proper appreciation!”
“Master? Here in front of our guests?”
Oh shit! I infuriated Master Jace.
Master swatted me six times on my upper back with the crop.
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
Each crack stung harder than the next and I winced.
“Of course not you imbecile! I’m taking them to our room. Let’s go.”
Master, Misters Eddie, Collins, and Vincent, and two other men I hadn’t met before along with myself made our sway into the elevator and to our hotel suite.
My back was still searing from that riding crop. Master Jace gripped my leash tightly when we exited the elevator than surprised me.
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
THWACK
Master really took it to my backside.
“What did you do that for, Jace?@, Mr. Collins asked.
“Because I can.”, and then all the men busted out laughing as Master Jace opening the door.
The suite had a large sitting room where each man sat and Mr. Eddie popped open a bottle of champagne keeping the party going.
“Faggot, these men need servicing. Make them happy! Who’s going first?”
One of the men I hadn’t met before, a White man, early 40’s, bald, beard, wearing a white dress shirt, unbuttoned enough to see dense, dark chest hair, a Scottish plaid kilt and combat boots hiked up his kilt to expose a rather thick uncut sausage.
“Faggot, suck Leo’s cock!”, Master commanded.
I crawled under Leo’s kilt and tuned out from my brain everything else. I was overwhelmed by the fumes coming from Leo’s crotch. A strong scent of sweat, musk, and dick cheese hit my nostrils. Most men would scoff at performing oral sex on a man who stank so horribly, but I was a well-trained faggot, one who was not about to get beaten by my Master for disobedience. No, I opened wide and swallowed that European sausage to the root. I bobbed my head up and down and closed my lips around that cock. It didn’t take long for me to get a mouthful of warm cum out of that thing. I swallowed hungrily and when I’d completed the job, I reappeared from under the kilt.
“Did you enjoy my faggot’s mouth, Leo?”
“Fuck yeah! No wonder why you married it. I wouldn’t let this cocksucker get away, Jace. My faggot can’t swallow me cock at all.”
“Faggot, what are you doing? I told you to service my friends and you’re wasting their time by just kneeling there. Put a cock in your mouth!”
“Yes Master”, I replied in a cum stupor.
Since Mr. Collins was sitting next to Mr. Leo, I pounced on that big thick Black horse cock. After that, it was the other man I didn’t know, then Mr. Vincent, then Mr. Eddie. I’d swallowed so much cum I was burping. Each loud was potent and plentiful.
“Alright fellas, you’ve had your fun, it’s my turn now. I’m gonna fuck my faggot’s ass now and consummate this marriage. You are feee to stay and watch or you can go. Either way, my faggot is gonna get pregnant tonight.
Nobody left, even Mr. Collins, the “only” straight man in the room.
“Hey Eddie, you wanna get my faggot’s hole ready for my dick?”
“Sure, after all I was your best man, it’s the least I can do.”
“Faggot, present your ass to us. Get up on that bed, ass up, face down, hands behind your back.”
“Yes Master”
I took position on the bed and Mr. Eddie kneeled on the plush carpet and began to eat my cunt hoke. Mr. Eddie was phenomenal, blowing softly on my hole, kissing my tight pussy lips, while slowly dipping his tongue in my velvety insides. Soon, Mr. Eddie went from a gentle caress to a full on, face-in-crack, deep tonguing for the ages, while slipping two of his digits in me.
“That’s enough, Eddie. You’re gonna spoil my faggot!”
Master pushed Mr. Eddie away, and lined his powerful cock up my ass, and I’d loosened up so it slipped in quite easily. Master Jace took his open palm to my ass, swatting it several times. I squeezed down on his shaft and rose my Master’s cock, twerking my ass back over it.
“Fuck Jace, your faggot sure loves that cock of yours. Look at it go.”, Ofvincent said.
“You should see its face. Your faggot is flying high, Jace!”, Mr. Eddie said excitedly.
I was grunting and moaning and likely making a spectacle of myself, but in my defense, my Master’s cock is incredible.
When Master latched onto my hips with his huge hands and started to deep dick me, I was howling. He was showing off in front of his friends.
“Holy fuck, Jace, you’re gonna break your faggot if you keep that up!”, Mr. Eddie said.
Master Jace pulled out and said roughly, “Flip it over on its back and hold its legs back.”
Mr. Collins held one foot and Mr. Eddie the other exposing my gaped hole to my Master.
Master Jace spit into my hole and rubbed it around my blown out ass ring, then did it again as it dripped inside. He reached over and placed his hand over my mouth as his cock crept back up inside of me. My hands gripped onto his beautiful ass. I felt it flex as my Master jackhammered that cock into me. I was muffled and groaning, my eyes bulging out as Master used my cunt hole for his purpose of getting off. He roared like a lion when he fired off his load deep inside my bowels.
Master pulled his dripping cock out of me and pointed to it. I was quick to clean it off without hesitation.
“Gentlemen, this marriage has now been consummated as you’ve witnessed. Now you can go collect your faggots and head home.”
The men all said good-night to Master Jace while I was kneeling, head down, hands behind my back, awaiting instruction. Master’s cum was dripping out of my ass no matter how hard I clenched.
After they cleared out Master summoned me back to bed.
“Faggot, lick my balls…”
And that’s how it would be for the rest of my life in servitude to my Master. A locked dicklet never to be touched, holes to be used when the mood struck him, a punching bag, a house cleaner, a cook, a launderer, a lawn mower…and I did it all in worship, in gratitude, in appreciation, with the utmost respect for my Master.
