My Sir made me so mad that night. In deep denial of his true feelings for me, I knew what was in his heart underneath his gruff exterior. Below the surface is a good, hard working man, who is a good friend to his friends and an even better Sir and Master to me. I mean, sometimes my Sir can be tough, rough, and downright mean, but I’m his faggot, and that’s just how it is.
That said, I hatched a plan that I thought would get him to reveal his true feelings for me. I knew it was never a good idea to attempt outsmarting my Sir. Anytime I’ve tried before I’ve been caught and “corrected”. This time felt different, doing something deceptive for the greater good.
My Sir never really talked about his own family. His father passed away over 10 years ago in an automobile accident. His mother lived about two hours north and he rarely saw her. Anytime he’d mentioned her in the past he said that she was always disappointed he hadn’t found someone to spend the rest of his life with. Well, if she was anything like my mother, I wanted an ally on my side.
I kept everything business as usual for the next couple of days and waited for an opportunity for when I would be alone in the house. Sir went out with Eddie and Collins for a men’s poker night. I snooped in his office for any document or place where he may have his mother’s number written down. My plan was to call her, introduce myself, tell her that my Sir is miserable because he won’t give in to his feelings, and only she could get him to see the err of his ways. I know, this might sound stupid on the surface, but what other choice did I have?
My luck was good that night. I covered the camera my Sir had in his office so there would be no footage of me to see. I found the key to a locked file cabinet hidden under my Sir’s desk blotter, and opened the drawer. Voila! There was a yellow hanging folder labeled Verna Robinson. There were legal documents with an address and phone number. I wrote it down on a sticky note and put everything back where I found it, and uncovered the camera.
By the time my Sir returned home, I was already asleep. “Lights out at 10, faggot”, my Sir always said, and yes, I did make myself useful around the house until then. “Idle time is time wasted”, my Sir always said.
I hid that sticky note in the pouch of my jockstrap as I didn’t want to risk leaving it out anywhere that my Sir would find it,
When I woke up in the morning, I noticed some of my things had been moved around and some of my dresser drawers were half opened. I tried to play it off and I knelt next to my Sir’s bed to receive his morning piss. As he was pissing down my throat he said rather accusatory, “you know faggot, a strange thing happened last night. I had an alert on my phone that one of my cameras stopped working for about 10 minutes in my office. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
Sir pulled his cock out of my mouth when his stream stopped. I did my best not to choke when my Sir asked me the question. Had I not continued drinking without spilling, it would have been asking for a severe correction, likely involving his favorite cane.
“No Sir”, I lied. “That’s really strange.”
“Well, I’ll call the security company later to see what happened. Maybe the camera needs new wiring or something? It just seems so odd to me that it only went off once. You sure you ain’t up to no good? If I find out you’ve lied to me, I’ll tan that ass and you won’t be sitting down good for a week, faggot. I mean it!”
“Sir, no, I’m not lying, I promise.”
“I don’t know if I believe that, but I’ll let it go for now, I did look through your things to see if there was anything of mine in your room, besides you, and I didn’t find anything, but that don’t mean your not lyin’ to me, faggot!”
“Yes Sir. How about if I start your breakfast Sir while you get ready for work, Sir?”
“You think you can get one over on me, think again, faggot. I’ll find out eventually, I always do, Go make my breakfast.”
“Yes Sir.”
I exhaled and went off to fix my Sir’s breakfast, fetch the paper, brew his coffee, make his lunch, and iron his clothes. Once my Sir left for work I showered, shaved, made my own lunch and went to work.
My plan was to call Sir’s mother from my desk phone so there would be no tracing a phone call on my cell phone. I waited until late morning and placed the call to his mother. Damn, it was her voicemail.
“Hello Mrs. Robinson, I am a friend of your son. I have something important I’d like to discuss with you. can you please call me back at 410-555-5555, thank you.”
Well, the chips were now gonna fall where they May. Either I was gonna get the beating of my life or I was gonna get my man. I was willing to take the risk.
About an hour later, I recognized the number in my desk ohine right away.
“Hello, this is Richard.”
“Hello Richard, this is Mrs. Robinson. Is my Jason alright?”
Hehe, Jason I thought to myself, everyone calls my Sir, Jace.
“Yes, yes, well, he’s fine physically, but I’m afraid to tell you that your son is a stubborn man who will die alone if he doesn’t open his heart.”
“My Jason takes after his father you know. Always a tough nut to crack. Always had to be right, always wanted to put up a wall around him, but I loved that man anyway.”
“And I love your son, Mrs. Robinson, but there’s something getting in his way.”
“And what might that be young man?”
“Well, how shall I put this? You see, I am your son’s faggot. Do you what that means?”
“Isn’t that a derogatory word? Isn’t that what they call homosexuals?”
“Well, sometimes, yes. But in 2025, it means I am like your son’s slave. I live with him, I cook and clean for him, tend to all his needs. I’ve known your son for almost ten years and I’ve loved him for most of those years. He sees me as just one of his things and says a man can never love a faggot.”
“Young man, I’m not sure I understand all that but I have no doubt you have feelings for my son if you’re going through all this trouble to call me, but how can I help?”
“Well, you should know this, too, your son has slipped up a few times in recent days saying he loves me, but then takes it back. I know he has feelings for me but he’s too proud to admit it. He has no idea I’m calling you and if he found out he’d be very upset.”
“My Jason has always been so closed off, a private person. I didn’t even know he was living with someone.”
“Yes, your son Jason just bought a house. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to fill it with love and a husband. Do you think you can come for a visit and talk to him, help him see he needs to stop being such a hard head?”
“I haven’t seen my Jason in over a year. I’d be delighted to come for a visit. Now that I’ve retired I’ve got nothing but time. I can even drive down this weekend if you like.”
I provided Mrs. Robinsin with my Sir’s home address. She was to arrive at 11am on Saturday morning. I’d want to find a way to at least put on some shorts when she arrived so my ass wasn’t showing in my jock.
That night when I got home Sir was watching ESPN on his throne. He looked at me suspiciously when I turned over my phone. He grabbed it, and performed his usual routine.
“Mmmm, your phone is clean but I know you’re up to something, faggot. I can smell it. You know I did call the security company. I know you were in my office. You might as well just tell me what you did.”
Sir had this favorite cane in his hand. It was like magic, appearing from nowhere.
“Sir, no, please. I can explain. I was in your office and I knocked over the camera by accident, I was vacuuming and then when I realized I’d knocked it over I just put it back where it was. Please Sir!”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that yesterday, faggot?”
“I don’t know, Sir. I guess I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me.
“I don’t believe you, but I’m gonna beat your ass anyway for lying to me! Bend over my knees, faggot!”
“Sir, please, can’t I just go make your dinner?”
“You can go make me dinner after I tan your hide. I was gonna give you 10 lashes but now since you’re being a defiant little bitch, it’s 20! Bend over, faggot!”
Sir Jace grabbed my wrist and pulled me over his lap, my jocked ass framed perfectly for the thrashing I was about to endure. It was a small price to pay in the name of love.
I heard the cane “whoosh” in the air as the first one landed on my smooth white ass.
“Owwww!”, I cried.
Sir Jace pulled off my jock and shoved it into my mouth.
“That outta keep you quiet, faggot! Now I have to start over!”
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
5 successive blows that I’m sure would stripe my behind. I silently screamed into the makeshift gag, the sting was much more than a tickle.
“If you weren’t such a lying sack of shit I wouldn’t have to cane you, faggot! You brought this on yourself!”
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
I felt the wooden cane move across my backside from right below my hips to just above my balls. My Sir wasn’t playing around.
“You should see your ass, faggot. 10 more to go!”
I tried to wriggle away, but my Sir was too strong and held me down.
“Seriously, you tryin’ to run away from me? You’re gonna take what you deserve. Raise that ass up for me! Don’t be such a pussy!”
I reluctantly lifted my hips to receive the rest of my punishment. I knew if I didn’t comply, more severe consequences would come. I thought back to Sir Jace saying those words, “I love you”, and that gave me the strength to keep going.
“That’s a good faggot. Now let’s get this over with I’m hungry.”
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Sir dropped the cane from his hand and said, “it hurts me more than it hurts you to cane your ass, faggot. I love you, now get off me and make me something to eat!”
Huh? What? There it was again, “I love you”! Does he even realize he’s saying it?” It didn’t matter. All of the pain I felt in my ass melted away. I decided each stripe I wore was a symbol of my Sir’s love. I put my jock back on and excitedly began to prep a good meal for my Sir. Still, I did have an underlying feeling of guilt that I lied to my Sir, but it is all for a good cause, right?
In just two days, Sir Jace was going to get a special surprise visit from his mother and I could hardly wait for it.
Over the course of the next two days, my Sir was still very upset with me. I could tell, he hardly spoke and would barely look at me. He even went to his office a few times convinced I had taken something or snooped around, trying to figure out what I’d done. He made sure I had no time to rest and kept me busy from the minute I came home from work until 10pm. Last night he had me cleaning the grout on the kitchen floor and bathroom tiles with a toothbrush. I think my Sir thought he would eventually break me and I would confess something to him. But I stayed strong.
It was finally Saturday morning. I decided I would do laundry and threw all of my jockstraps into the washer, putting on shorts which would cover my behind.
Sir was reading the morning paper, sitting on his throne in his boxer briefs, looking at me skeptically.
“What are you doing? I never see you wear shorts around the house. What if I want to fuck you, faggot?”
“Sir, I’m sorry, I’m doing laundry. I know you don’t want me to mix my clothes with yours. All of my jockstraps are dirty, so I’m washing them. I promise I’ll change into one as soon as they are done in the dryer, Sir.”
“No, that won’t do. Take off those shorts and give them to me, faggot!”
“But Sir, what if someone comes to the door? I’ll be naked!”
“Do you think I care? There ain’t nobody coming to my door on a Saturday morning. You know what, I have a great idea. Why don’t you rake the leaves in the backyard? You’re so worried about being seen naked, I think it will be good for you. You seem to need a reminder that you are not a man, you are a faggot. Be proud of who you are. Don’t be bashful.”
Sir Jace took my arm and pushed me outside the back door, closed the sliding glass door and locked it. I was completely naked; only wearing a cage over my dick.
Sir Jace glared at me until I picked up the rake and got to work. So far my deceptive plan had only pissed him off. I’d been caned and now my striped ass was on full display to the neighbors. I hoped all of this would be worth it.
Periodically, I glanced into the house to see if Sir would get up from his throne to answer the front door. I was anxious and nervous.
Finally, the time had come. Sir Jace walked over to the door and opened it. I watched him hug his mother and the two of them stood by the front door talking for a minute. He was still in his underwear. He had his mother sit on the sofa, which luckily, faced the other direction so she wouldn’t see me outside naked. He excused himself and returned clothed, grey sweatpants and a t-shirt. I saw a bundle of clothes in his hands and he opened the slider and threw them at me.
“Put these on, faggot and then get back inside the house.”
“Yes Sir. What’s going on?”
“Faggot, you need to learn your place. You don’t get to ask my questions. Just put your clothes on and do as your told. Why you alway got to be such a pain in my ass!”
It was easy to see that my Sir was bothered by this unexpected intrusion. I put those shorts back on and one of my Sir’s football jerseys. Then I walked into the house.
“Mother, this is Richard. Richard lives with me. Richard is my servant. Anything you need, just ask it.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Robinson. Can I get you anything?”
“Yes please, I would die for a cup of coffee. It’s lovely to meet you, too, Richard.”
My Sir gave me a death stare and I went to the kitchen.
I heard them talking while I brewed the coffee.
“Mother, it’s great to see you but why are you here? I wish you would have told me you were coming.”
“Jason, does a mother need an excuse to visit her son. If I would have told you I was coming you would have said you were busy, so here I am.”
“How long are you planning to stay?”
“Just a few days, Jason. Can’t you spend some quality time with your mother? So tell me, how long have the two of you been together? Richard’s quite a catch, Jason!”
“Mother, Richard and I are NOT together. As I said before. He is my servant. Nothing more. “
“You are just like your father, Jason.”
“Mother, stop it! What would you like to do today?” I was going to go to lunch with some friends, but I’ll tell them I can’t make it.”
“No, please go with your friends. I’ll take a nap and rest up from the long drive and we can see each other tonight. It’s fine.”
“Ok, I’ll have Richard get its room ready for you. My bed is big enough for the two of us.”
“Ummhmm, I am sure it is, son.”, and she winked at her son.
“Here you go, Mrs. Robinson. Can I get you some cream or sugar?”
“No sweetheart, I drink my coffee black, and please, call me Verna.”
“Hey fag…I mean, Richard, will you make up your bed for my mother? You can sleep with me…I mean, you can sleep on my bed with me while my mother visits.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Jason, why is this young man calling you Sir? Isn’t that a little much?”
I walked away to make up the bed and heard my Sir respond.
“Mother, Richard is my servant, my employee. I demand its respect at all times. Gotta run a tight ship to keep the help on their toes. Father taught me that.”
“Your father was a hard ass, Jason. I always hoped you wouldn’t be like that, but it appears you’re wired the same way.”
They continued talking for a bit and then my Sir went to shower and change for his lunch date with Eddie and Collins.
“Mrs. Robinson, your room is ready. Did you have a bag I can take to your room?”
“Richard dear, please, call me Verna. Mrs. Robinson sounds so formal. If you don’t mind, my suitcase is in the trunk of my car.”
Mrs. Robinson pulled her keys from her purse and handed them to me. As I was walking back inside, Sir Jace stopped me.
“I’m going out for a bit, faggot. You better be on your best behavior. My mother tends to ask a lot of questions. Don’t answer them. You just stay busy. Anything my mother needs, do it. Am I clear, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, crystal clear, Sir!”
Sir slapped me across the face.
“Don’t be such a smart ass, faggot! Don’t think for one second because my mother is here I’m gonna go easy on you!”
Then he stormed off, and I rubbed my cheek and went back into the house. I brought the bag inside my bedroom.
“Is there anything else you need, Verna? Anything else I can do for you?”
“No, no, I’m good. Why don’t you sit down here and keep me company. Let’s talk for a minute and then I’ll take a nap.”
“Ma’am, I’d love that, but your son won’t be happy with me if I don’t tend to my weekend chores.”
“That’s nonsense. Surely you have time for a visit. Sit down here and if my son has a problem with it, he’ll answer to me.”
“Ok, ok. Sure.
“So, tell me, how did you and Jason meet?”
“We met at a bar about 10 years ago.”
“That’s sweet. I thought you would say you met online like so many couples nowadays. I’m sorry my son is such a hard head sometimes. He’s just like his father, and looks like him, too.”
“I’m sure your husband was a good looking man, Verna. I think my Sir…I mean, Jason, is the most handsome man I’ve ever met.”
“When did you know you were in love with him?”
“I don’t know, maybe five or so years ago. I haven’t even dated anyone else. I think it is only recently when my true feelings came to the surface. Sometimes Jason is tough with me, but I know deep down, he’s a good man. He works hard and I try my best to make sure all of his needs are met. He deserves that.”
“Don’t let my son take advance of your good nature, Richard.”
“Verna, do you have any food allergies? I was going to take something out of the fridge for dinner.”
“Don’t you dare go through any more trouble. I’m going to take you and Jason out for dinner tonight, my treat, but I think I need to get some rest. Do you mind showing me to my room?”
I helped Mrs. Robinson get settled in my bedroom and kept busy folding clothes, dusting, cleaning the refrigerator, and when I was in Sir’s bathroom cleaning the toilet it was almost 4:30pm, and my Sir found me.
“Faggot, don’t you find it coincidental on the one morning you decide to wear shorts that my mother shows up at my front door? Did you know she was coming?”
I was bent over cleaning the tub when he confronted me. I did not turn around to look at him.
“No, of course not, Sir. I had no idea.”
“Faggot, turn around and show me the respect I deserve.”
“Yes Sir!”
A hard smack across the face came without warning.
“Again, did you know my mother was coming over? Look me in the eyes and have the decency to lie to my face.”
“No Sir. I would have told you. I promise.”
He walked away in a puff and I took a deep breath. That was an academy award winning performance I just gave.
Seconds later, my Sir returned.
“Faggot, why haven’t you started preparing dinner. My mother will wake up soon and she’ll be hungry.”
“Sir, I’m sorry. Your mother said she wanted to treat us for dinner tonight.”
“God damn it. My mother hasn’t even been here a day and already she’s interfering with my life. You answer to me, not her. You get it, faggot?”
“Yes Sir!”
“If I find out you’ve been lying to me, so help you, faggot. I’ll switch you out for Eddie’s faggot so fast!”
I knew that was an idle threat. Eddie’s faggot, Jimmy, doesn’t have a great job and my Sir needs my income to live in his house, but I just nodded my head, “Yes Sir.”
“What is all this fuss about, Jason? I could hear you yelling at this young man from across the street.”
Looks like Mrs. Robinson came to rescue me, perfect timing.
“Mother, I’m sorry, we had a few things to clear up, that’s all. I heard you want to take us out for dinner? Richard is a top notch chef, we don’t need to go out.”
“Nonsense! Richard has been working himself to the bone all day. I won’t hear of it. Why don’t we have a glass of wine before dinner?”
“Yes mother. White or red?”
“Red please.”
“Richard, get my mother a glass of wine. I’ll have a beer.”
“Jason! Leave Richard alone. You have a set of hands don’t you? I asked you to get me a glass of wine, and make it two, one for Richard, too.”
Another death stare came my way.
“Fine!”
I heard Sir mumble something about why he had to do this when he had a perfectly capable faggot and how he never thought he’d live to see the day that he was serving his faggot a glass of wine.
The three of us sat in the living room, awkwardly, as if my Sir and I were equals. The entire situation was so unusual.
“Jason, why do you look so tense. Relax, we’re going to have a nice dinner tonight. Where would you like to go? Richard do you have any favorites?”
“Richard will go wherever you like, mother!”
I thought my Sir’s head would explode.
“Jason, please. I asked Richard. You really need to calm down. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”
“It’s ok, Verna, I am very flexible. Anywhere you want to go is fine.”
I enjoyed referring to Sir’s mother as Verna in front of him. My Sir’s hands balled into fists.
“Finish your wine and we’ll go to Vito’s down the street. Richard, let’s go find something for you to wear. You can’t go out looking like that!”
I followed my Sir to my bedroom closet where my work clothes were hanging.
“You’re awfully chummy with my mother, faggot! Did she tell you to call her Verna?”
“Yes Sir”
“You better watch it, faggot. I’m warning you. Just because we’re sharing a meal tonight doesn’t change a god damn thing. You’re still my faggot! Now get dressed.”
“Yes Sir!”
How strange it was to walk outside without a leash. I walked alongside my Sir and his mother. It didn’t feel right to me at all. Uncomfortable really.
When we arrived to Vito’s, Sir Jace opened the door for his mother and then closed it behind him. I knew he was really, really, pissed. He couldn’t stomach the idea of opening a door for a faggot.
We were seated at the table. Mrs. Robinson was not a fool, somehow she wrangled a table for three and found a way for me to sit next to my Sir, instead of sitting herself between us.
We ordered appetizers and another round of drinks.
“Jason, can’t you just relax for an hour. It isn’t often I get to break bread with my son and his friend.”
“I’ll try, and I told you, Richard is not my friend, he’s my servant. Inviting it to dinner is completely inappropriate. You should have asked me first.”
“I’ll invite anyone I want to dinner, Jason. You are too controlling, just like your father.”
“Fine mother, you win. I’ll relax for an hour, but after that, it’s game on!”
“So what do you do for a living Richard. Tell me about yourself.”
“Mother, come on. You don’t need to know that.”
“Jason, I’m just trying to get to know your friend a bit more, that’s all. Let the boy talk!”
“Fine, go ahead, fag…Richard.”
“I’m an accountant, Verna. I guess I could tell you, I’m 36, I have an older sister and my parents are both still alive. My father practically disowned me when I came out the closet, and my mother is quite the handful.”
“I’m so sorry. That’s so sad maybe one day he’ll come around. Just before Jason’s father died, he realized he needed to accept his son for who he is. Men can be such assholes sometimes, can’t they be?”
Verna winked at me, a knowing smile shared between us.
Soon, Verna and I were exchanged recipes, where to find the best groceries, and then we started talking about Jason, her son and my owner.
“You should have seen him when he was young. So scrawny, he’d hardly eat a thing, and then when puberty hit he was all about going to the gym.”
“I can’t even imagine my Sir…I mean Jason, being scrawny. Look at him now, haha!”
“Mother, that’s enough for now. Let’s change the subject.”
“Ok son, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your friend. I know, tell me when you bought the house.”
“I bought the house a couple of months ago. I got a promotion at my job and with Richard’s income, it was a deal I couldn’t pass up. The house is big enough for me and my servant, not friend.”
“Oh Jason, you are so much like your father.”
“Can we order dessert now? It’s getting late and I’m sure you’re tired mother.”
“Sure, honey.”
The rest of our dinner went fairly well. My Sir seemed to calm down after a couple of glasses of wine. When we got home, my Sir and his mother sat on the sofa while I kept myself busy. I thought some alone time might be good for them, but of course I wanted to stay in earshot of their discussion.
“Jason, honey, be honest with your mother. It is clear to me that Richard adores you. I can see the way he looks at you. It’s so obvious. Do you love him?”
“Mother, it’s complicated.”
“Sweetheart, life is complicated. I miss your father everyday. Life is too short to not live it fully. Follow your heart. Why is it complicated. You can tell me anything, I’m your mother.”
“Mother, in the world I live in, men like me don’t fall in love with servants. It’s just not something that happens. Do I have feelings for Richard, yes, I do, but I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel right.”
“Jason, all of your life you’ve broken rules. You’ve never been a rule follower. Why are you starting now? You may never get a second chance at love. Don’t be such a knucklehead. Go after that boy, he’s a good one. And, I know I won’t have to worry about you when I’m gone. Richard will take good care of you.”
“I’ll think about it. Are you ready for bed mother?”
“Yes, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night, mother.”
I scurried off to Sir’s bedroom and refolded some of the clothes in his dresser drawers to stay occupied while they spoke.
“Faggot, look at me.”
I turned around.
“You weren’t eavesdropping on my conversation with my mother were you? You know I can go watch the video, there is a camera right over there.”
“No Sir, I wasn’t listening, I was folding your clothes, can’t you see, Sir?
“You’re scaring me, faggot. You lie so easily lately. I still think my mother showing up here was no accident. I don’t know what you been up to, but I’ll figure it out eventually, I always do.”
“Yes Sir, you do.”
“Maybe instead of telling me even more lies you should keep your mouth busy. I’ve been holding a two day load in my balls and I gotta bust a nut. My mother may be here, but you still my faggot!”
“Yes Sir.”
Throughout the blow job, all I could think about was Sir’s admission of having feelings for me. My plan was paying off. I never expected to swallow a two-day load of my Sir’s cum that night, that was just an added bonus!
