The next morning,l awoke earlier than Sir Jace. I hadn’t left Sir’s home since arriving Thanksgiving evening, it was now Saturday after spending two consecutive nights. I went to take a piss and looked in the mirror. I remembered Sir Jace asked told me to shave my face so I took a shower and shaved down my body and my face completely smooth. Sir prefers me hairless from head to toe. If I was gonna be his weekend faggot, I wanted to impress him always.
As I fumbled out of the bathroom, I saw Sir Jace on his phone, awake.
“Good morning, Sir!”
“Good morning, my faggot. I gotta take a leak, you thirsty?”
“Always, Sir!”
“That’s the kind of attitude that I like to see first thing in the morning, and thank you for shaving your beard, you look better without anything covering your face.”
Sir laid his phone down on the nightstand, stretched his arms out wide displaying that Alpha body I so admire. Then he stood up at the side of the bed and allowed me the true honor of drinking his morning piss. With all that beer he drank yesterday, it was rank and vile, but it came from Sir’s body and it was truly my pleasure to relieve him. Anytime I can connect with Sir’s cock is valuable time. Anytime I can absorb Sir’s piss, cum, or spit is even more valuable time.
“Thank you, Sir.” I said as I completed the task.
“Thank you for what, my faggot?”
“Thank you for allowing me the privilege of drinking your morning piss, Sir!”
“You should always be specific, faggot. I want to know why you’re thanking me. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir!”
“Get dressed, I’m gonna take you out for breakfast after I get ready. I want to pick something up for you.”
“For me, Sir? What is it?”
“You’ll see. Show some patience.”, Sir Jace patted my ass playfully.
We walked out into the street and began to walk towards our local shopping district. I followed along in anticipation of where we would be going. As we approached a pet store, Jace told me to wait outside and he’d be right back.
A few minutes later, he smiled as he attached a silver metal leash to the O-ring on my collar.
“Well, now I don’t have to worry about you wondering off. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir. I love it!”
Sir Jace tugged on the leash as I struggled to keep up with his fast pace. The looks on others’ faces as we passed by ranged from absolute laughter to absolute horror. I didn’t care, I was proud to be Sir Jace’s faggot and if he wants to walk me like a dog in public I’m not going to stop him.
But suddenly I heard a familiar voice shouting in the distance.
“Richard, Richard! Is that you? Slow down for a minute and let me talk to you!”
Sir Jace stopped and turned towards me. “Do you know her, faggot?
“Yes Sir, that’s my mother!”
My mother caught up to us and began to yell at me.
“Richard, what the hell is going on? Why on earth are you wearing a dog leash? I demand an answer! I’m your mother!”
Sir Jace interjected.
“Hello, Mrs. Kramer, I’m Jace, your son’s Master. It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”
“My son’s Master? Richard, what is he saying?”
“Mother, I’m with Sir Jace now. I’ve never been so happy. Please, don’t interfere in my personal business. I promise you I’m alright and I’m acting on my own free will. I want this. This is who I am. I told you, I’m a faggot. Can’t you just let me be happy?”
“Does this man treat you well? Does he hurt you?”
“Yes mother, he treats me very well, and he only hurts me if I do not do my very best to please him.”
“Mrs. Kramer, I can assure you I would not allow anyone to hurt your son. He’s in good hands. Here, take my number, feel feee to call or text me at any time and you are always welcome to come to my home on any weekend to see for yourself.”
“Very well, I don’t know if I’ll ever understand this, but Richard, you do look happy. I can see it on your face. I won’t mention this to your father or he’ll have a stroke. I better get going before he wonders where I am, you know how your father is.”
We continued walking to a local breakfast restaurant and sat at a table. Sir Jace unhooked the leash and I sat across from him.
“Your mother seems nice.”
“She’s alright I guess. Did you mean it that you would never allow anyone to hurt me, Sir?”
“Of course, you’re my personal faggot, you think I’m gonna let anyone injure my property? I take good care of my things.”
We ordered some omelets and coffee and I processed what sir Jace said, For a second I almost thought he cared about me as a human being but I was just chalked up to one his things. I was kidding myself, I suppose.
“Why you so quiet, faggot?”
Sir’s voice carries and when he said the word, “faggot”, all eyes nearby turned towards me. I did my best to ignore them.
“No reason, Sir. I’m just thinking about what to cook you for dinner tonight. That is if you still want me to stick around?”
“You’re lying to me. I don’t like that. If you’re gonna be around every weekend I need you to tell me the truth at all times, no secrets from me…ever. You understand me, faggot?”
Again all heads turned in my direction and I was certainly getting much better at tuning it all out.
“Yes Sir.”
“Spill it, what’s going on in that faggot brain of yours?”
“I feel silly, Sir. Ummm, it’s just that when you told my mother you’d not allow anyone to hurt me, I thought maybe you liked me, like a person, but I know now it was only as one of your possessions. I get it.”
“Listen up good. I’m gonna say this once, and I’m gonna say it clear. You and I could never be more than what we have now. You’re a faggot, I’m a man. I need an equal, not a subordinate as a partner. I do like you, I wouldn’t have asked you to be my personal faggot if I didn’t like you, but there are no romantic feelings at all. If you want something more from me than I was wrong about you. I thought you understood what being my faggot meant. Why do you think I call you my faggot at every opportunity? That’s what you are and will ever be, nothing more. You should take pride in that! I’m going to go take a piss. You decide what you want when I get back. I don’t have time for this shit, faggot!”
I stopped myself from crying. Then I thought about it a little more. Sir Jace was right. Being a faggot is different, it’s not like we’re on equal par with men. My cock is locked, I am used as a urinal, a cum bucket, a spittoon, and now I’m cooking, cleaning, and doing Sir’s laundry. And, I’ve never been happier. It was a momentary lapse of judgment on my part.
When Sir Jace returned to the table I humbled myself by kissing his shoes and then begged him for forgiveness on my hands and knees in front of the other patrons. I’d overstepped, I needed to do this.
Sir just swatted the back of my head in disgust, left a $50 on the table, secured my new leash and we walked home in complete silence.
As soon as we got home I was unleashed and I stripped down to my jock and took to my knees again. Sir Jace held my chin up to his face.
“Faggot, you look at me when I’m talking to you! I oughtta whip you for embarrassing me in public the way you just did. What way is that to behave? You’re my faggot! I expected more from you! You think I want to be showing off some whiny bitch on the street? No! I don’t! I want to be proud of my faggot!”
Sir Jace spit in my face and smacked my right cheek then walked away to sit in his recliner and he turned on the tv to watch some football.
“No dick for you today!”, he yelled across the room.
I was devastated. Withholding dick from me is the worst punishment possible. I live and breathe to service Sir Jace’s cock. I hated hearing those words from Sir’s mouth.
I started to put my clothes back on thinking I’d go to the market and let Sir Jace cool off.
“Where do you think you’re going, faggot?”
“To the market, Sir.”
“Oh no you don’t! You ain’t goin nowhere! You take off those clothes before I tear them off, you best be down here groveling at my feet. All this walking around today got my feet sore. I’m gonna need a foot rest!”
“Yes Sir!”
Although Sir could have used his recliner to rest his feet, I positioned myself on my hands and knees as he laid his feet in the middle of my back. This was my punishment for being so ornery at breakfast. On a commercial break, Sir amused himself by kicking the cock cage and laughing, taunting me. I was a play thing for his amusement, imprinting in my brain who I am…Sir Jace’s faggot.
“Ok faggot, I think you might have learned your lesson. Fetch me a beer and then you’re free to go to the market.
“Thank you, Sir for allowing me to serve as your foot rest.”
“You’re welcome, faggot.”
When I returned from the market Sir Jace was jerking off. He was watching the latest TimTales scene with Hugo Exxtreme battering a new bottom called Lucas Mancinni.
“Put those bags down and kneel right here!”. Sir pointed to a spot next to him.
“No cock for you today but I still need a cum rag. Sit right there until I need you.”
My mouth ached to have that cock. This was torture. Watching Sir Jace stroking himself was mesmerizing. I admonished myself internally for being so petulant. I could have been pleasuring that cock right now but I’d fucked that up. Sir knew what he was doing. He’d found ways to fuck with my head over the years. He is a mastermind.
I heard Sir Jace grunt and watched streaks of his own jizz paint his chest and abs, more dripping down on his pubes and his hand. Watching Hugo pile drive his load into Lucas really got him off.
“You need an invitation, faggot? Get over here and clean up this mess.”
I savored Sir’s essence, I used my tongue to lick his chest clean and then he placed his fingers in my mouth. He made sure to swipe any cum from his cock with his fingers and fed it to me since it was off limits today, even for cleaning.
“Get me another beer and when you’re done clean my bathroom. I don’t want to look at you right now.”
“Yes Sir!”
I poured Sir another beer and brought it to him. He snatched it out of my hand abruptly. He was still angry with me. I put away the groceries and left the roast marinating and then headed to his bathroom with cleaning supplies. I was overcome by the fact that I was cleaning HIS bathroom. I wanted to do a great job. I scrubbed the shower walls and cleaned the tub. I made sure there were no visible smudges on the mirror. I cleaned the sink and the toilet was sparking. I rearranged the medicine cabinet and the vanity. I even scrubbed the tile floor on my hands and knees, and washed the shower liner. I dedicated my afternoon to this task and was proud of my work.
When I finished I presented myself to my Sir, I took to my knees and kissed his socked feet.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I am sorry I upset you. I promise to do better.”
“I’m going to hold you to that, faggot. Now I gotta go take a leak. Let’s see how you did with my bathroom.”
I followed him like a needy child requiring positive acknowledgement.
“Smells great in here, you did a good job. Now put your head in the toilet!”
”What, Sir?”
”i didn’t stutter! Since you offered a pathetic apology, I won’t piss all over the floor tile, but I will piss all over you. See how nice I can be, faggot. Now get your head in that bowl and quit playing games with me!”
I bent over the toilet with my face almost touching the water and felt Sir Jace’s heavy stream land on the back of my bald head. Sir continued to let it flow as it dripped down on all sides and landed in the toilet water. When he finished, he pushed my head down for a moment ensuring my face was covered in it, then flushed the toilet. My eyes began to burn from the acrid fumes and taste of that piss-filled water as it drained into the abyss.
He let go and I turned to face him as he tucked his penis back into his shorts.
“Thank you for not pissing on the floor, Sir.” I was determined not to cry, to stay strong and not react to what just occurred. I knew I deserved it.
“You’re welcome, faggot. Don’t you have a meal to cook?”
“Yes Sir, may I please have a towel to dry my face?”
”No, these are clean towels. I think you’ll manage.”
Being Sir Jace’s personal faggot is turning out to be more challenging than I ever imagined. This was much more than his usual booty calls, this was much more intense. There were more opportunities to disappoint Sir Jace with more frequent interactions every weekend. I was determined to not give up and to continue to prove to my Sir that I was worthy of this honor.
