I had a very hard time falling asleep after 10pm that night when my Sir went to talk to his buddy Eddie about trading me for Jimmy, my former friend and Eddie’s current faggot. Eddie had been eying me up for months and always joked with my Sir about “stealing me away” from him.
I’d never seen my Sir so cross with me, even when I’d been openly unruly, disobedient or disrespectful. I think snooping into his office, conspiring with his mother, and then lying about it was an unforgivable line I had crossed. My Sir no longer trusted me. I guess I couldn’t blame him. I was foolish for ever thinking somehow this thing that we had would end up like a Cinderella story.
Somehow sleep found me and when I awoke the next morning, there were suitcases and empty boxes lined up at my bedroom door. My Sir was not kidding. I held back my tears. I refrained from taking position to drink my Sir’s morning urine. I froze. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I had to pinch myself that this wasn’t some sort of nightmare.
I was lost. My Sir was my everything. It was like the earth fell from under me. How would I go on with my life if I wasn’t living it for my sole purpose of servicing my Sir in any and all ways. All of those years I’d known him all washed away by one stupid and foolish act in the name of love.
I sat on my bed, motionless. Sir Jace must have heard me. I heard his footsteps approaching quickly.
“Eddie will be by to collect you around 7pm tonight. Make sure you pack everything, whatever you leave here is mine.”
“Yes Sir”, I said out of habit.
“No, I am no longer your Sir and you are no longer my faggot. You will be Eddie’s faggot from now on.”
“But…can’t we just…”
“No! There is nothing left to discuss. The decision has already been made. Just pack up all your belongings and get out. We’re done!”
“Please, I have an important question.”
“What is it?”
“What about my paycheck? Where is that going?”
“Eddie will explain everything to you later.”
“Sir! Please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it! I promise! I don’t want to go!”
“Stop whining! I told you, I am not your Sir anymore. You’re lucky I haven’t punished you for your deception and lies. Just go quietly and accept the consequences of your actions. I can’t live with a lying faggot!”
Sir, or maybe just Jace now, walked over to me, unlocked the collar from my neck, then he yanked my jock down and unlocked my cage. He took them into his possession and in exchange, left me my cell phone on the nightstand. That’s when I just lost it, I began to cry like a child. The reality hit me.
Just then the doorbell rang. Jace went to answer it. It was his buddy Collins, the tattoo artist.
“He’s in there. I didn’t mean to bother you so early in the morning, but I can’t have this asshole walking around advertising himself as my faggot any longer. “Make it say, “I’m no longer Sir Jace’s FAGGOT. I am a liar.”, can you do that?” I heard Jace ask.
“That won’t be a problem.”
“You better call out sick today, Richard. I’m not leaving this house until all your shit is packed up and that tattoo on your chest is accurate.”, Jace said to me coldly.
“Jace, no problem, Collins said. I’ll have it done in an hour.”
I was already shirtless, and didn’t expect this so early in the morning.
I laid back down on my bed and allowed Collins to change the verbiage on my chest without protest. I saw no point in it and went through the motions as if in some sort of zombie-like state. It was like my body and mind separated that morning.
When it was all done. I looked in the bathroom mirror and that final dagger had hit me right in the chest. No collar, no cage, and now like a scarlet A, no more “Sir Jace’s FAGGOT”, this one irreversible. Again I carried on and cried.
Jace stayed home that day as well to make sure i wasn’t going to plan any last minute shenanigans. He heard me sobbing, which meant I wasn’t busy packing.
“You better start packing up. Trust me, you don’t want me to do it.”
Jace was now sitting in his throne, drinking beer, lighting up a bowl of pot, watching me.
I began to empty the drawers of my belongings. Being a faggot. I hadn’t much in the way of clothes. Plenty of jockstraps. One pair of jeans, work clothes. I didn’t have many possessions either. In fact, I did have a t-shirt that I could no longer wear, “Sir Jace’s locked faggot”. I folded it and put it in my suitcase as a remembrance. I did have a bunch of sex toys that were in my Sir’s room.
“Ummm, Jace, sorry to bug you. My sex toys are in your bedroom.”
“Go get them. I don’t need them anymore.”
“Thanks.”
The rest of the afternoon and early evening was an uncomfortable silence between us. I waited for Eddie and his truck.
Sometime around 7pm, Eddie pulled up. With him was Jimmy and Jimmy’s things. Jimmy and I were made to empty the truck and pack it with my things while the two men worked out the final details of this exchange. Eddie and Jace were clear to both us that there would be no talking between us other than to discuss the logistics of this move. We adhered to this guidance as we both knew failure to comply would result in a dual “correction”, which we wanted to avoid at all costs.
The last words my Ex-Sir said to me were not pleasant. “Fuck you, you lying bastard!” And even still, I felt like I suspected a hint of hurt in those words, a hint of emotion. He did care about me, I knew it. Again, maybe it was my imagination or how I chose to hear it.
Eddie had me riding bitch in the back with my things on the way to my new home. Granted, Eddie’s home was a lavish brownstone in the heart of the city, but Eddie is not my Sir. I still couldn’t believe this was happening.
When we arrived to Eddie’s place, he was more amenable to assisting me with unloading the truck.
I was still bewildered by it all. Eddie was not too keen on letting me wrap my head around what was happening.
“You know, they say the best way to get over something is to jump right in.”
“Yes Sir”, I said despondently. “ how may I be of service to you Sir”, I said flatly.
“Look, Dick, you’re gonna have to show me a little more enthusiasm than that. Just when that faggot Jimmy was coming into his own, Jace insisted I take you off his hands, he could have done much worse you know. Show me some gratitude. On your feet, hands behind your back. Let’s go, show me some respect!”
“Yes Sir!”
“First, don’t call me Sir, I prefer Master. Address me as Master at all times.”
“Second, it is a privilege to live in my home. Look around you. I have worked hard to afford such luxury. I expect you to provide a level of high quality service one would expect living in this house. This includes any guests that come through this door.”
“Third, for the time being, your paycheck will continue to deposit in Jace’s account until we both feel this arrangement should become permanent. You and my former faggot, Jimmy, are on a 60-day trial. Should you or Jimmy fail to meet our expectations other arrangements will be considered.
“Fourth, I won’t tolerate disobedience, disrespect, or disloyalty under my watch. Jace has labeled you a liar, I already don’t trust you. You must earn my trust.”
“Fifth, like Jace, I am not afraid to immediately correct intolerable behavior. I have a full arsenal of paddles, whips, canes, floggers, and many other objects that can and will inflict unimaginable pain on you. I don’t say this as an idle threat, I promise I have absolutely no patience for insolence. Just ask Jimmy.”
“Do you understand and agree to what I’m saying, Dick?”
“Yes, yes Master”, my body shaking as I listened intently to the new house rules.
“I am rather fond of calling you, Dick…for now. Much more personable than faggot, but still, not quite your given name.”
“Yes Master!”
“Now that we have all of that out of the way, Dick, how about ending our evening with one of those legendary blowjobs? On your knees and open your mouth, Dick.”
I don’t know how I felt about my new name, “Dick”, but it definitely would have felt wrong for Master Eddie to call me faggot since that was Jace’s title for me.
My heart certainly wasn’t in it, but I did the best I could to manage the 11 inches Eddie packed in between his legs. I had to back off due to choking a couple of times.
“Come on, Dick, I know you can do better than that”, Master Eddie said. “I know what your mouth hole is capable of, I’ve had it before. If you want this to work, you gotta put your heart into it. Don’t you want to impress your new Master?”
I didn’t have that sense of pride at the moment. I didn’t have the will, no motivation, but somehow I brought the skill, just enough to give Master Eddie the illusion I was giving him my best.
After Master Eddie flooded my mouth he said, “Even at 80%, you’re still far better than that faggot, Jimmy. He couldn’t suck cock for shit. Jace definitely lost out on this end of the bargain. Jimmy might have a younger, perkier ass than you, Dick, but your mouth is like a national treasure.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Master Eddie tucked his cock away and said, “I won’t accept a half-assed blow job next time, Dick. Don’t let me down. I think you’ve had a long day. Why don’t we leave your things here for now and get to bed. You can sleep with me tonight. I promise, I won’t fuck you tonight, but after tonight, you will need to be ready for my big dick at all times.”
“Yes, Master.”
Wr made our way back upstairs to the Master Suite and Eddie, like Jace, liked to sleep naked. I stripped down to my jockstrap.
“No, no clothes in my bed, Dick. Take that off.”
“Yes Master.”
“One more thing, Dick, I wake up at 6am every weekday morning to hit the gym before heading to the office. I do expect urinal service each and every morning. Tomorrow night, we’ll review the morning schedule and discuss full expectations so you can get into a regular routine. Good night, Dick.”
This would be the first night in years that I’d sleep completely nude and without a cage covering my junk.
I had the worst night of sleep ever. I was in a new bed, with a new Master. I pictured in my mind my former Sir sleeping with Jimmy. It was so upsetting. I began to tear up. I wondered if I’d ever be happy again. Why was my former Sir doing this to me? I wish I could crack the code to his heart. Clearly, there was something holding him back. I feel like we were getting so close.
The next morning, Master Eddie nudged me awake.
“Hey, Dick, wake up. I gotta piss.”
I still had sleep in my eyes when I was practically dragged out of bed and led to the toilet. Master Eddie lifted the toilet seat and pushed me down to my knees. Then he pushed my head over the bowl.
“Don’t you move, Dick. I guarantee from now on you’re gonna wake up on time!”
Master Eddie’s rancid piss hit my cheek and he aimed his soft cock so that my head was covered in his urine, marking his new faggot with his scent. His pee tasted much more tangy and bitter than my Sir’s. My tongue tingled as it fell into my slightly open mouth.
Master Eddie flushed the toilet while holding my face in the bowl. Then he let go.
“Now, you see, I told you last night, I won’t ever tolerate disobedience. That will always result in consequences. It’s important you understand that if you’re going to be my new faggot, Dick.”
“Yes Master Eddie”, I said through soft sobs.
“Pull yourself together. I’ll leave you to get yourself cleaned up. Meet me in the kitchen in 5 minutes. I don’t have much time before my spin class.”
When I made it down to the kitchen, Master Eddie was eating a bowl of cereal. He’d already packed his lunch and had his gym bag packed, his work clothes, too, ready to go.
“In the morning, I like a hot cup of coffee, black, egg whites, wheat toast with butter. My gym bag should be packed each night. Gym gear, shaving kit, deodorant, toothbrush, all my toiletries are in this brown bag. Socks, shoes, underwear. You are to have my slacks and shirt ironed and in this garment bag. For lunch, I’ll eat almost anything. Just make sure it is substantial enough to carry me through the day.”
“Yes Master, I think I can manage this.”
“No, no, no, Dick, you will manage this. There is nothing to think about here.”
“Yes Master”
“Give me your phone, Dick. Hurry up, I do not have time to waste.”
I ran to bring Master Eddie my phone.
“I’m blocking and deleting Jace from your phone contacts and adding mine. Your phone will still be on Jace’s account for the next 60-days, but I’ll be checking it every single day.”
“Yes Master”
“Good boy. Now, here is $10 for lunch. That should get you a Big Mac meal. Bring me a receipt and the change. Jace told to watch you. Said you had sticky fingers. If I find you stealing from me I’ll do what they do in my country, I’ll have your fingers chopped off so don’t even think about it.”
“Yes Master”, I began to sob again. I didn’t think Master Eddie would be so tough.
“There, there, Dick. Come on now. I promise you, if you follow my rules, stay loyal and obedient, we can have some great fun. I am a really nice guy, just don’t fuck with me and everything will be fine.”
“Yes Master”
Master Eddie left me alone and I went through my things to get myself ready for work in my new accommodations.
When I arrived to work, I was so despondent. Mr. Malone pulled me into his office.
“Richard, are you feeling alright? You called out yesterday which is so unlike you, and I just noticed, you’re not wearing your collar. Did you and Sir Jace have a fight? Did he hurt you?”
“Mr. Malone, I’d rather not talk about it. Sir Jace and I are no longer together. I miss him so much it hurts.”
“Well, Richard, I’m sorry to hear that. I know how much you loved that man. I’ll leave it up to you, if you need to take another day, that’s fine. Sometimes just getting back to work helps you keep your mind on something else. Whatever you decide is fine.”
“Thank you, Mr. Malone. I better stay here today. Master Eddie wouldn’t want me moping around.”
“Master Eddie? Who’s that?”
“Well, Sir Jace and Master Eddie are great friends. I don’t want to get into the details, but I’m living with Master Eddie now, they traded us.”
“Us? What do you mean? Is that legal?”
“Mr. Malone, do you mind if I get back to work? I just…I just don’t feel like talking about it.”
“Of course, of course. My door is always open, Richard.”
“Thank you.”
I went back to my desk and started to get to work.
After a couple of hours, my desk phone rang.
I recognized that number, it was Sir Jace…
