The Lord of the Kinks and his chastity slave Part 2 - Kicking back for the game
One day Sir texted me at around 3.45pm and said he wanted to watch a baseball game between the Padres and Diamondbacks at my place.
As is typical for gays, especially for sub bottoms, I do not follow sports and therefore did not have subscriptions to any sports channels that showed MLB games.
Sir's text was very clear - "Expect me by 630pm. Have a Chipotle for me and a beer out. And the cigarettes handy. Be wearing nothing but one of your slutty little thongs!"
I knew that these games last over two hours with ads, and the opportunity to serve my handsome Sir for the entire duration of the game set my heart singing, and my cock swelling.
I had to work till 5pm that day, which meant i had just an hour after I got home to figure out how to get the game on my tv and prep for a long session with Sir. In previous long sessions, Sir liked to stretch and open my hole up - so I would have to do a deep clean.
I hurriedly got done at work and rushed home, remembering to pick up Sir's favorite chipotle. As soon as I got home, I looked up how I could watch the game using my FireTV stick. After 10 min of research I figured out that I could see it on an arcane channel named Fubo. And they offered a seven day free trial! I could subscribe and the cancel because I never would watch any other game!
I quickly subscribed and started the pre-game coverage, and went to start my deep clean routine. I managed to finish cleaning and showering by 620pm, and after wearing my favorite red thongs (those were the ones I wore the first time I served Sir), I quickly tidied up the living room and laid out the beer, Chipotle and cigarettes for Sir.
I kept my door open and had barely just knelt with my face down when Sir strode in and announced with his deep, manly, sexy voice, "Good faggot! I see that you have obeyed my orders so far. As a reward, I will feed you my piss first! Open up!!" I eagerly opened my mouth and as usual gently wrapped my lips around Sir's flaccid cock - which itself was so big that it filled my entire oral cavity. Sir started feeding me straight from the tap - and the warm, mildly sweet, straw flavored elixir gushed down my throat. After I drank every drop, Sir pulled out and asked me to wait by the couch while he smoked a quick cigarette on the patio outside.
These cigarette breaks are the most exciting moments in my sessions with Sir - every minute is filled with eager anticipation of what was to come shortly - the inimitable opportunity of being in Sir's presence, to see Sir's handsome visage and sexy body, to feel Sir's huge cock in my worthless mouth and hole.
Sir was back in about 5 minutes. He sat on the couch and started following the game - "I have a lot riding on this game faggot! I have a bet with my buddy and I need the Diamondbacks to win! But a sub faggot needn't care about the game - you are here just to serve me. During the game, you will suck me and when the ads come, I will be fucking you hard!". For once in my life, I did not hate ads!
The game had begun- I slowly started flicking Sir's head with my tongue and then took it in my mouth. Within a few seconds, Sir was rock hard. I went down deeper and deeper till Sir's 9 inches were lodged firmly against the back of my throat. I bounced up and down taking care not to obstruct Sir's view of the tv. After many minutes, I also went back to just sucking the tip and wrapping my fingers around Sir's slick cock I went up and down the shaft with my hand while my tongue worked the tip. By now Sir's cock was throbbing and covered with my throat slime - and just then the first ad break started.
Sir ordered me to get on all fours facing away from him, and take a hit of poppers. As I inhaled from a fresh bottle, I entered the familiar trance - it was as enough I was falling headlong into a deep purple and green rabbit hole - and just as those colors were playing like a kaleidoscope in my minds eye, Sir plunged his massive cock deep into me - as usual with no lube but my throat slime. Ah the indescribable bliss I was thrust into!
Sir started pounding slowly and pushed me onto the ground. I could feel his hairy chest on my back. He held my body with his powerful and intensified the thrusts - his thick, heavy, hairy balls were slamming against my smooth shaved ass (Sir always wanted me to shave my ass, pubes, pits and chest). I was very close - and as Sir's cock rammed against my prostate, I came through my cage. And as always, Sir could tell from my rapidly contracting sphincter. He laughed and redoubled the intensity of his pounding - and my painfully overstimulated prostrate felt like it would explode!
Just then the ads ended and the game started. "You are lucky faggot that the game is started otherwise I would have pounded you out for another 30min! Now come clean your damn ass juices off my cock! Let me feel your tongue!"
Once again, I sucked and deepthroated Sir for 10-15 min while he watched the game, and once again during the next ad break he fucked me hard. This cycle repeated 3-4 times and then during one ad break, Sir started stretching my already pretty loose hole. He went quickly from one finger to two and then to four - working my hole and making me moan half in pain and half in pleasure. His long sinuous fingers made their way all around my gaped hole, and pressed against my prostate. I felt like I would pee and cum at the same time. Sir put all his five fingers in and said "Push your hole out slut!" I obeyed and I could feel Sir's fingers and palm inside me - but despite my best effort, he couldn't get it in past his knuckles. "You need more practice slut, I don't have the time to open you up further today, I need to watch his game!"
He went to the restroom to wash his hands and came up to watch the final minutes of the game. When the Diamondbacks won, he erupted in joy and said "I am gonna win big faggot! Now is your chance to win big too - a big load of my cum! Kneel and hold your holds behind your back, and mouth wide open. No teeth!" Sir pushed his throbbing cock deep into my throat and started ramming hard. Despite many months of practice, I struggled to not gag - but Sir kept going, and after taking a hit of poppers, he cried "Iam close faggot, hold your breath and here comes your big prize!" Immediately, I felt a big load of his warm, sweet cum shoot down my throat. I swallows it all greedily.
Sir pulled out, and got dressed- but before he left, made me guzzle more piss to wash down his cum. "Good job faggot! Next time, I will be bringing my buddies to watch a game and you need to serve all of us!" said Sir as he walked out. I felt proud and rewarded by Sir's praise. How fortunate I am to have a Sir that allows me to serve him in such unique and titillating situations! -----
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