Fags Serve Alpha Gods

After the post I've made here:
https://servealphagods.bdsmlr.com/post/424092638

I followed Sir Quietfaguser's advice as I felt guilty for what I have written.
I felt I was ungrateful for what Sir Tyler has done to me,

so I texted Him, showed Him, showed Him the post, and apologized.

I waited for hours, checking for like each 10 minutes whether He has read my messages. Then it happened, He texted back, and I was summoned to His place.

I got so nervous all the time I was driving to His place, but I was excited at the same time, I also felt a bit of fear.
I wore my comfy black T shirt and jeans, yes jeans, to hide my boner.

As I arrived to His place, how my fantasy has ruined.
I don't know, every time I see Sir Tyler, I always feel that some sort of fear, like He is my boss (He owns me, literally). But boss isn't the right word to describe it, it was like I was having an audience with a King, the urge to lower myself and obey His every command is there.
My fun fantasy about Him doing things to me was shattered.

He has that annoyed, pissed look.

I knew I messed up.

I immediately knelt, and kissed His feet. I apologized several times. I wanted to cry.
He just stood there, letting me kissed His feet for like a whole full minute,

then He walked away, and I kept my gaze to the floor.

"Come here" He told me.
I tried to stand up and walked, but my knees felt week, I could felt I was shaking, so I crawled, quickly.

As I got in front of Him, I stole a gaze at His face, and there was that serious, pissed look, 

I felt my stomach dropped, so I lowered my gaze again.
There was that silence again. I could felt his gaze piercing through me.

I felt this huge pressure on me, so I lowered my head to the ground, my forehead touching the floor.

Then He spoke,
"so becoming my personal urinal isn't good enough for you?"

I could feel myself shaking. It was fear. I knew He was pissed.

I wanted to answer but I couldn't.

"answer" He demanded

"n-no, Sir" I was stuttering.

"I'm sorry... sorry Sir" I tried my best to apologize, again.

There was that silence again.

For the record, I'm not some kind of wimp. I got pretty decent body, decent attitude, decent way of speaking. At first glance, you won't notice that I'm a 'typical faggot'.
But in front of this Man, I feel I'm shit, like I'm some kind of dirt.

I couldn't stand the silence anymore, so I reached forward and started to kiss His feet again, while saying sorry.
He said nothing, I kept kissing His feet, hoping that He wouldn't discard me as His personal urinal. In fact, I really enjoyed it.

About 10 minutes passed, my lips and tongue felt sore from kissing and licking His feet. I was trying my best to keep my position as His personal urinal.

Then He placed His foot on top of my head, as He spoke,
"I could've pissed on an actual urinal. I was doing you a favor"

I kept my head down, keeping my balance so His foot could rest on my head properly.

"Stand up" He commanded.

I tried my best to stand up, despite my body which kept shaking a bit.
Then I saw His clenched fist.

Oh no! I thought, I knew what He was capable of, I knew His strength.
This was the least thing I wanted. He could knocked me out with one punch.
I saw his biceps contracted, god it was so sexy, but I just couldn't get to taste His power, I had to plead somehow.
I began to fall on my knees again, I was begging so bad
"please no Sir, please don't hit me"
There I was, like some kind of wimp, begging not to be hit.
But He had none of it.

"Stand up" He commanded again.

And I stood up, sobbing.

"Face or stomach?" He asked

"Please don't, Sir, I beg you, I will become a better urinal,
I won't complaint, I will be there in 10 minutes no matter when you require me,
Please..
I won't spill, I'll be silent, please, Sir, please.." I'm literally sobbing right now, I was so afraid.

"Face or stomach" He asked again.
I knew I had to answer. It was for the best. He was having none of my shit.

"stomach, Sir"

"Brace yourself" He was kind enough to let me prepare for the hit.

Then it comes. It was SO BAD. It hurts so bad, I hit the wall behind me from the impact as well from the shock, I was literally rolling, crying on the floor, holding my stomach.
God, the strength He possessed, one more hit and I'd be out, I was sure.
Maybe He held back when He hit me.

"Do you have enough?" He said.

"E-enough, Sir, please Sir, no more" I begged.

"Kiss My Feet! And tell Me what you've learned!"

I tried my best to endure the pain and started kissing His feet,
I was saying sorry, and told Him that I'll try to become a better urinal, I repeated many times, my lips and tongue were sore. I kept doing that for like good 5 minutes.

"Look at me"

I looked up. God, He looks amazing, so masculine. It felt right for me, kneeling in front of Him, while He was looking down at me.

Then He spitted hard on my face.

I didn't say anything. I was stunned.

"Got a problem?" He asked, cockily

"n-no, Sir.. thank you Sir"

He then spitted hard on my face again, this time, hitting my left eye.

"For what, faggot?"

"thank you Sir, for spitting on my face"

He chuckled

"How pathetic can you be, faggot?"
"Now you will scrub my bathroom. I want it spotless. You got an hour"

"Yes Sir"

"Fucking do it"

I rushed my way to His bathroom, grabbed all the supplies I needed and began scrubbing.
His bathroom was relatively clean to begin with, (because I cleaned it regularly), so this task wasn't too hard to begin with.
In less than an hour, I had finished.
I came to Him, knelt, and kissed His feet, then told Him that I was done cleaning His bathroom, like I always do.

After letting me kissed His feet once each, He walked to the bathroom, inspecting my work. I followed.
I was confident, I did a good job. Then it happened,

He lowered his pants, and began pissing on the shower floor.
It should be going down through my mouth, not on the floor. It devastated me.

"Still not clean, scrub again" He commanded, as He left the bathroom.

I was devastated, and saddened. I was afraid this was the signal that He won't be using my mouth as His urinal anymore.

I cleaned the floor again, scrubbing, wiped the wall where His Piss might had splattered.
About 15 minutes, I was done. I knelt in front of Him, kissed His feet again, then He went to the bathroom.

The same thing happened!
To my horror, I saw He began pissing on the floor again.

"Please Sir" I begged

"What?"

"Please don't do that, Sir, you can use my mouth instead"

"This is my place and I can do whatever the fuck I want. Scrub again, faggot"

I understood, this was my punishment.

I should be grateful that He chose me as His personal urinal.

I cleaned the bathroom all over again.

This time, the third time, when I requested His attendance to inspect my work,
He began to lower His pants again, His big soft cock dangling. God it was such an amazing sight.

I was so ready to see Him pissing again, but that never came.
He looked at my face, our gaze met, and He began laughing.

It was humbling.

"Relax faggot, I'm getting tired of this joke anyway"

Joke? I was scrubbing His bathroom for almost 2 hours, my hands are killing me, and all of it was only a joke for Him.

But I thought that was the right thing to do. The loser doesn't have any right to demand anything from the Winner.
I learned my place, once again.

"Learn your lesson, faggot?"

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir"
I reached forward, down, and kissed His feet once each in gratitude, with His cock now hanging above me. How bad I wanted to taste His cock again,

but He never let me, never once in the past years. It's killing me.

"Now get the fuck out"

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About 2 months passed and I've never received His text requiring my urinal service again. I'm so sad. He only texted me few times to clean His place, that's all.
I've learned my lesson, Sir.
I'll be so devastated if I found out He had other urinals. Please don't let that happen.

Please let me be your urinal again, Sir.