The next morning after our little chat where Sir Jace clarified that he could not ever be with a faggot romantically and that our kiss meant nothing, I did carry on as usual. Even drinking Sir’s morning piss was mundane.
I asked Sir Jace for $20 for lunch as I hadn’t gone grocery shopping in a few days. He looked at me very skeptically, took out his wallet from his pants and handed me a $20.
“I want to see an itemized receipt, understood faggot? You know why that is?”
“Sir, I’m sorry. I should not have been hiding money from you: I’ll never do it again, I swear.”
“No, you won’t because now I’m keeping my eyes on you, faggot. Don’t disappoint me.”
Off to work we both went as if nothing ever happened. Maybe the kiss was nothing? Maybe Sir Jace was just rebounding after discovering Jared was a fraud? Or…maybe that kiss was something meaningful?
I found it incredibly difficult to concentrate on my work, but I didn’t want to get called in to Mr. Malone’s office again, so I did my best to free my mind of my Sir for a couple of hours before lunch.
At lunch, I sat by myself in a nearby cafe and began to think about my history with Sir Jace. Almost ten years ago, we were fuck buds, we then began to explore more of Sir’s kinks; impact play, fisting. Then I began to get into chastity, and Sir became my Keyholder. Even during the times Sir Jace was in a relationship, he held my key and used my mouth and ass fairly often.
Sir helped me discover my inner faggot, my need to submit to superior Alpha men. He helped me come out about my faggotry at work, in public, with family, wanting me to be proud of myself for accepting my sub-human status and proud to have him, my King, as an owner. Then Sir Jace asked me to move in part-time to serve him. That went so well, he bought a house, my paycheck is deposited into his account, and I serve him full-time. It was years in the making, Sir Jace always a constant force in helping become the subservient, obedient, well-rounded proud faggot I am today.
Somewhere along the line, I did develop feelings for him which is probably why I never considered being in a full-blown relationship with anyone else. I never expected Sir to reciprocate these feelings. In our world, faggots and men like Sir Jace would never go together, it would go against the caste system.
As I was about to pay my check with the money Sir gave me that morning for lunch, I lchastised myself for even having these unrealistic thoughts that we could ever be a couple. I began to question my faggot identity, wondering if a life of servitude is really enough for me.
I snapped out of the thoughts in my head when the check arrived from the server. I knew Sir Jace expected to see an itemized receipt after he caught me skimming money from him last month, and he’d pocket the change to make sure I wouldn’t hide any money behind his back. Sir Jace needn’t worry about that, I learned my lesson. My Sir has had no problem using the cane on my ass or smacking my balls around with a riding crop; both effective methods that have been used to correct my behavior, as my Sir phrases it.
Well, when I finally did get home that day, I stripped down to my jock at the door and placed my clothes in the hamper. Then I brought Sir my phone and gave him the receipt and the change, $3.71.
He put my phone on his side table and looked carefully at the receipt.
“It’s unlike you to eat fries, faggot.”
“Yes, it is Sir, but I felt like treating myself.”
“I don’t like you eating that shit. Gotta keep you fit, faggot.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Now that I know you make poor decisions when you eat out for lunch, next time you better call me. I’ll be more than happy to choose your meal. Understood, faggot?”
“Yes Sir.”
I saw we were back to our routine for sure. Sir’s need to reestablish his dominance over me, a way to move past that kiss and reaffirm that I’m under his thumb was evident. Normally, he wouldn’t be watching what I eat so closely.
Then Sir counted the $3.71 and set it back down in his side table.
“Can’t trust you, gotta count every cent.”
Next he picked up my phone.
“Anything you wanna tell me, faggot? Am I gonna find anything on your phone? Any texts you don’t want me to see? Any sites you wouldn’t want me to know about?
“No Sir. I did not make any calls or texts, I haven’t accessed any gay porn, I promise.”
“Hmmm, we’ll just see about that.”
Sir Jace unlocked my phone and I saw him tapping his fingers on it, scrolling. Then my Sir went to grab his phone.
“I’m gonna log into my phone account. I’m gonna check to see if you been texting any one I don’t know about. You might be deleting them for all I know!”
I knew my Sir would find nothing because I haven’t texted anyone other than him in months, but I understood why spot checking was necessary. In the past I had been deceptive and keeping secrets, but the threat of the cane had scared me straight.
“Well, I’ll be damned, you’re actually telling me the truth.”
“Yes Sir. May I get started on your dinner now, Sir?”
“Not yet. Why you in such a rush? You hiding something from me, faggot?”
“No Sir. I just thought maybe you’re hungry and didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
“Oh, I’m hungry, but I can wait. Kneel down on the carpet right here and massage my feet while we talk.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir.”
I took off his construction boots and socks and there they were, those size 14 feet. Always in awe of them. I lowered myself to inhale their potent scent which filled my nose deliciously. I swear my hole began puckering. Then I kissed each foot, humbly, respectfully.
“That’s right, faggot. You should worship the ground these feet walk on.”
“Mmmm, yes Sir”, I murmured in agreement, becoming drunk from his foot fumes.
I found some lotion on the coffee table and rubbed some into my hands and began to rub his left foot.
“So you have been a model citizen today, a perfect faggot, is that right?”
“Yes Sir, I try to be my best every day, Sir. I want to make you proud!”
“But I bet if given the chance, you’d be back on your phone looking for some smut to watch. Am I right, faggot?”
“I don’t know, Sir. I mean, I did enjoy looking at porn, but if you don’t want me to watch it, I won’t.”
“I knew it! You see, deep down, all faggots think about is sex. You’re not immune. All of this, “yes Sir, yes Sir” is just a facade, it’s bullshit!”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I didn’t say anything at all.
“Alright then, tell me, if I were to allow you to watch porn on your phone, what would you watch? What kind of porn does my faggot enjoy? Don’t worry, you can tell me, faggot, I won’t judge you.”
I intensified my massage efforts on his feet, thinking about how to answer this question.
“Sir, I’m embarrassed to tell you, Sir.”
“Seriously? You’ve had my cock in your mouth and your ass, and you’re embarrassed? Listen up, you have no right to privacy, all of your thoughts are my business. Answer the question.”, Sir said calmly but sternly.
“Yes Sir. So, before I surrendered my phone to you, I used to watch interracial porn, or gang bangs, and most recently, fisting porn. I paid for subscriptions to timtales and Studfist, Sir”, I said a bit bashfully.
“Interesting…so you were getting off on watching guys get fucked and fisted, paying for it, too! Wasting hours and hours of precious time jerking off. That doesn’t surprise me at all. Anything else?”
I wondered why all the sudden Sir was do interested in which porn turned me on. This wasn’t anything we had discussed in the past. I continued to rub his feet as we continued this discussion.
“Well, Sir, yes, there were other sites I did watch, but…but I’m not sure if I want to say more, Sir.”
Sir slapped my hands off his foot.
“Faggot, I’m asking you a question! You want me to get the cane? I have a right to know these things!”
“Ok, ok, Sir. I will tell you. I used to watch Kink.com and boundgods, too.”
“Really? What was it about those sites that turned you on? Did you spend your money on those sites, too?”
“I especially enjoyed the flogging scenes, any scenes that involved flogging a cock, the way the dom degraded or humiliated the sub, the hot wax scenes, the dynamic of the dom and sub. It all was always something that interested me, Sir. Yes, I did have a monthly subscription, Sir.”
“How much money were you spending on your worthless porn habit, faggot ? How many hours a day were you subjecting yourself to this trash?”
”Sir, I’d spend over a hundred dollars a month on porn. I’d watch for an hour before work, sometimes during work, and for at least two hours every night.”
“Fascinating. Did you used to jerk off to completion watching all of this filth, faggot? Sounds like you were addicted to it before I came along and changed your life.”
“Well, Sir…yes. Before you locked me into a cage I probably spent too much time jerking myself off. Before moving in with you, I would watch porn, play with some toys until I reached orgasm since I had this cage on. I spent a lot of my free time watching porn and getting off.”
“Do you see why I took your phone from you now, faggot? Don’t you feel more productive? Don’t you feel that serving me and my needs has freed you from your porn prison? All of those wasted hours watching that trash that you paid for and gratifying yourself did nothing for you but empty your bank account. Don’t you feel more fulfilled since I took your phone away, faggot?”
“Yes, yes Sir! Absolutely. I feel more productive. I feel like my life has more purpose. Serving you has been my life’s greatest treasure, Sir!”
I noticed now as I was massaging Sir’s feet and we were engaging in this discussion, Sir’s cock was erect and he used his hand to adjust it under his sweatpants.
“Did you start dinner yet, faggot? I’m hungry.”
“Yes, dinner should be ready in about 30 minutes.”
“Good, that’s enough time.”
“Time for what, Sir?”
“Time for me to fuck your ass, faggot. All this talk about your porn watch list made me horny as fuck, can’t you see my dick is hard?”
Sir Jace pulled off his sweat pants and placed the back of my head over his cock. I swallowed him whole as I’ve done hundreds and maybe over a thousand times.
“I love you…oh fuck, I mean, I love the way you suck my cock, faggot. Nobody sucks my cock like you. Fuck! That’s so good!”
Don’t think for a minute I didn’t catch that slip up and recovery. I acted like I didn’t notice, but my heart went aflutter. I felt like something changed; sucking my Sir as his faggot seemed like a responsibility, and I always went about it enthusiastically, but when Sir just said, “I love you”, that meant something different. I kissed my Sir’s cock as a gesture of my love back to him, I couldn’t say the words aloud or I’d ruin the moment.
“Damn it! Fuck! Let me get in that ass before I cum, faggot! You don’t need to watch no TimTales when you got me right here to fuck you!”
I stood and Sir nearly attacked me, pushing me over the edge of the sofa with my hole at the perfect height to catch his cock. Sir spit right into my hole and rubbed it in with the head of his cock. Then he let some of his own spittle drip into his hand to coat it. Sir pushed me down with both hands on the small of my back, reflexively, I pushed my hole open and my Sir plunged right inside.
“Oh fuck! I love tapping this ass! It fits like a fucking glove around my cock. So fucking good!”
Sir continued his monologue letting me know how he was enjoying my ass, slapping it, deep-dicking, pushing my head downward to increase the arch of my back’s angle. Sir Jace wasn’t shy about moving my body around like a fuck toy to get his balls emptied.
Sir was in a steady rhythm now, long stroking my hole open, punching it open with every down stroke. I thought I would cum, and my Sir sensed it, he tugged hard in my balls, happily ruining another orgasm.
“No way, faggot. You’re not cumming tonight! You think you deserve to cum after confessing your porn history to me? I don’t think so! But I’m going to cum up your motherfucking ass, faggot! Take my fucking nut! Ohhhh fuck! Who’s your King, faggot?”
“You are, Sir”, I grunted.
“Whose ass is this, faggot?”
“Your ass, Sir!”
“Yes, I’m gonna nut, faggot! I fucking love your hole! I fucking love you….!”, Sir cried out as his cock spasmed and jumped inside me, injecting his spunk into me.
Sir’s body folded in half, his heaving and sweaty chest resting on my back. His breathing, hard, in my ear. His fingers stroking the side of my face.
“ohhh fuck, you have the sweetest hole, I love it, faggot.”
When Sir’s cock eventually fell out, I dutifully cleaned it off. Maybe his post-coital high left him a little loopy but as I was down there hungrily cleaning off his cock with my tongue, he stroked my bald head.
“That was great, faggot. I could use that mouth and fuck that ass every single day. I love you, faggot”.
He said it so nonchalantly. I don’t even know if he realized he said it? Does it count if you say it during sex? Twice?”
“And I love you, too, Sir I said quietly as I was putting his cock back into his briefs. I didn’t mind not cumming, for me, it was always more important that my Sir achieved orgasm. There’s something so gratifying about that for me. And, not cumming only made me want to give up my hole to my Sir even more.
“What did you just say, faggot?”
“Nothing, Sir. I said I’ll have your dinner ready in a few minutes.”
“I don’t think that’s what you said, don’t lie to me!”
”Ok, ok, please don’t yell at me, Sir. I said I love you, too, Sir.”
“Well of course you do. It’s natural for a faggots to fall in love with their masters, but you and I both know it can never be anything more than that. You and I have had this conversation many times. I don’t know what’s gotten into your head? That kiss should never have happened.”
“Sir, I didn’t mean to upset you, but I’m so confused. You said you loved me twice just now while we were having sex.”
Sir took a deep breath.
“You look at me when I say this. I love you, yes, but it’s more like a pet owner loving a family pet. I’m sorry if that confused you, faggot, but that’s all it is and ever will be.”
“Yes Sir”, I said defiantly and walked away to the kitchen.
I don’t even think my Sir believed his own lie. He could deny it all he wanted, but his love for me is real, more than what he’s willing to admit. I knew it was just a matter of time before his true feelings would surface.
