Sir Jace's Faggot

It was not easy slipping back into faggot mode the next morning after hearing the unexpected news about my job, enduring the belt, cane and whip, and then swallowing Jace’s load last night. I decided routine might be just what the doctor ordered. I assumed urinal position and waited for my Sir to wake up.

I watched my King sleep soundly with the comforter half way up his naked body, exposing his chest. He was lying on his back, his arms up behind his head under the pillow. When he finally moved to his left, it looked like his hand was reaching out for me, but I wasn’t there.

That’s when his eyes opened and his head turned to find me squatting in my morning spot. Sir smiled and rose out of bed. He yawned and stretched getting the sleep out of his body.

“Good Morning, faggot.”, he said.

I was about to respond but as I opened my mouth to do so, it was stuffed with dick.

“Ahhhhhhh”, Sir sighed as his bladder emptied down my gullet. I swallowed hard, by now, I’d become so used to his taste, it was like my morning coffee. I craved it and couldn’t imagine starting my day without it, right from the tap.

Sir shook his cock over my open mouth and wiped it over my face, then headed to the shower.

By the time he appeared in his boxer briefs to eat breakfast, I’d already ironed his clothes and had his bagged lunch read my to go.

Sir Jace didn’t say a word to me. He looked contemplative, deep in thought.

I knew better than to disturb him when he is like that. It would only agitate him and likely result in a hard face slap and Sir would tell me to mind my business.

After finishing his eggs and toast, he drank the rest of his coffee, got up and went to his bedroom to get dressed. Not a word spoken.

I wasn’t sure what to make of this. I don’t think I did anything wrong overnight. His silent treatment was making me crazy.

I was cleaning up after him and when he finally reappeared from the bedroom all he said was “no phone for you today”. I watched him place it into his coat pocket and he closed the door behind me.

I went to get dressed for work and had a heavy feeling all morning. Even when I finally made it to work, I couldn’t think about anything else but my Sir and my job situation. Mr. Malone wasn’t even in the office either. I felt so isolated and alone.

The day dripped by in agonizing minutes and hours.

Finally, it was time to go home. When I walked in the door, Sir Jace was sitting on his throne (his recliner), his work shirt unbuttoned revealing the white wifebeater underneath; in jeans, a few empty beer bottles on the side table and a half-smoked joint.

I stripped down to my “uniform” of my jock and looked back over to see my Sir in some state of distress.

“Bring me another beer, faggot!”

“Sure, Sir…can I have permission to ask what’s going on?”

“Faggot, get me my fucking beer and stop asking questions!”

His tone startled me, but I did what I was told.

He snatched the beer from my hand and twisted off the cap.

“Sit down, faggot! We gotta talk.”

“Yes Sir.”

I sat on the sofa.

“Not there faggot, sit on the floor so I can see you!”

I sat with my legs crossed on the carpet in front of Sir’s feet.

“Just tell me now already. Are you moving to Tulsa, faggot? Are you leaving me?”

“Sir, I don’t want to move to Tulsa, I want to be here with you, but I’m scared. I don’t know what I’ll do for money if I stay? I don’t have a lot of time to find a new job. Even with the severance, what will I do after that.”

“Don’t worry about the money, faggot. I can help you find a new job. I thought you were going to use this an opportunity to leave me!”

I began to rub my Sir’s feet.

“Sir, why would you think that? You are the reason I wake up every morning. You are my everything. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Sir, I thought you knew that.”

“Really, then why did you almost cheat on me the other day? I thought maybe you were looking for a reason to break up what we have. If you truly wanted to be with me, loyal to me, you would never have done that!”

“Sir, I don’t know what I was thinking. I love you, I would never hurt you on purpose, Sir. You are my King, and I am your faggot. I am proud to serve you!”

“Did you just say you loved me?”

“I did, I’ve loved you for years, Sir.”

“Did you love me, or worship me? There is a big difference.”

“Why couldn’t it be both, Sir. Of course worship you. You are my superior, that’s what a good faggot does, and I can also love you, the man, the person you are. Both things can be true at the same time.”

“Well, I think I love you, too, faggot. I mean…Richard. I think this is why I’m taking this so hard. I haven’t felt this way about anyone since Bryan left me for another man. I thought you were going to leave me, too, for your job.”

“Sir, can I kiss you, please? I love you so much.”

“Yes, faggot mode off.  You can kiss me, come up here and sit on my lap.”

My Jace had stinky beer breath and a hint of pot, too, but I didn’t care. I just wanted our bodies to connect to express our feelings.

Jace broke our kiss.

“Richard, how do I know you won’t leave me, what is it going to take to keep you with me. I know I can’t put you on a leash and lock you inside the house, but I want to.”

“Jace, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere. I am right here with you, where I am supposed to be. You have collared me, put a lock on my dicklet, hell, I even have a tattoo with your name on it advertising me as your faggot. You even have a leash for me out in public. Now I see why all of these things were important to you, somewhere in that beastly heart of yours, you were always afraid I was going to leave you.”

I took to my knees and I placed my Jace’s hands in mine and I looked up to his eyes.

“Jace, I swear on my life, I love you. I will not leave you. Please know that I will forever be here to serve you. I have even written a declaration of dependence many months ago, it is my oath, my solemn bond.”

And then I kissed his hands and then his feet, in an act of submission, loyalty, and devotion.

Jace’s hand moved to side pocket of his throne and in his hand was a small jewelry box.

“Richard, I don’t know if it’s the booze talking or not, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve had this box for months when I first started having feeling for you. I never thought I would actually be doing this or saying these words. Jace opened the small box and revealed a simple white gold engagement ring. Actually, there were two, one large and one small.

“Richard, will you marry me? Nothing would make me happier than spending the rest of my life with you. I know I can be a real shit sometimes, but I do love you very much.”

I started to tear up.

“Oh Jace, yes, yes! Of course, I want to marry you!”

Jace swooped me up from the ground in his arms like the bride-to-be and carried me to his bedroom.

Needless to say, there was a night of lovemaking. Jace unloaded inside me three times, if I had a uterus I would have been knocked up on our engagement night. I was permitted to cum, too, and had two mind blowing handsfree orgasms myself.

In the morning, we were both glowing. After I drank Jace’s urine, I asked Jace if I could tell my mother and sister.

“Yes, you can. You will get your phone back today, so absolutely.”

Then his voice tone changed, “but that is all you will do on your phone today. Nothing else. Look at me and swear that you can be trusted. The child protection has been activated again, so even if you tried to find smut on it, it won’t work. Oh yeah, I know I told you I’d let you add a few more contacts to the list, but that isn’t happening now. Just because we are engaged doesn’t mean I forgot what you did.”

“Yes Sir. I never knew how much pressure having phone privileges again would be. It’s easier this way, I am not tempted. I’m fine if you never let me search the internet ever again.”

“Suit yourself, if that’s what you need, consider it done. In fact, I’ll change the contract on your phone today so you can only make calls and text.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“It’s getting late, I gotta get to work. I’m sure all the boys are going to ask about this ring on my finger.”

“Let me get your breakfast going. It will only take a minute.”

“Ok, I do need to shower. I smell like sex!”

I took just a second to admire the band on my ring finger, hardly believing it was there at all, then I scurried off to the kitchen to make breakfast for my fiancé. How amazing was that!

Once I settled into work, I took a minute to call my mother.

“Hi Richard. I’m so glad to know you remembered you have a mother. I never hear from you anymore. Do you need something?”

“Nice to talk to you, too, mother. No, I don’t need anything. I have some news I wanted to share with you.”

“Oh, what is it? Did you finally break it off with that horrible man, Sir Jace, as you keep calling him. I never heard of such a thing in my life!”

“No mother, I did not. Quite the opposite really, we are getting married!”

“Richard, I forbid it! That man has ruined your life. You don’t even have a life. You’re cut off from your family. You have no friends. Why would you marry him?”

“Mother, I love Jace and he loves me. I don’t talk to you because you can’t accept me as I am. I’m begging you to give Jace a chance. He will be your family, too, mother. I want to be closer to you and dad, but I’m not changing myself for you.”

“I don’t even know how to tell your father about this! I think you need to do it yourself.”

“Ok, well, I just wanted to tell you first, that’s all.”

“Alright, alright. Thanks for telling me. I just need time to wrap my head around this. I never expected my son to turn out gay and marry a man. It’s a lot to process.”

“I’m sorry I’m such an inconvenience for you mother.”

“Oh Richard, you always give me such a hard time. Call me when you are ready to tell your father!”

About 30 minutes later, my phone was ringing. It was my sister.

“Hi Sis!”

“Richard, OMG, mom called me and told me you’re getting hitched! No way! I’m so happy for you two!”

“I wanted to tell you myself, but she beat me to it.”

“You know our mother, she can’t keep her mouth shut. She is not happy about it.”

“I know, that’s her problem. Jace is a good man.”

“I’m super excited! I’d love to take you both out to dinner and celebrate! Can I call Jace to congratulate him? Do you think he would mind?”

“No, if he doesn’t pick up it’s because he’s busy.”

“Great, well, love you little bro. This is so awesome!”

“Love you, too!”

Mr. Malone came around the corner.

“Whats all this excitement about over here?”

I showed Mr. Malone my engagement ring.

“Mr. Malone, I’m getting married!”

“Well, I guess you won’t be moving to Tulsa then, will you?”

“No, absolutely not! I’m going to marry Jace and find another job.”

“Well, I’m happy for you, but you know how I feel about that man. I won’t judge you. Anyway, I’m leaving this hell hole in a month. I asked for an early package. If you need a reference, let me know, I’m happy to say a few good words on your behalf.”

“Thank you, Mr. Malone.”

Sir Jace texted me about 2 hours later.

“How’s your day going, babe? Just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you.”

“That’s sweet. All good here. I love you!”

“Hey, we’re meeting your sister at the Bistro around the corner for dinner tonight. We’re gonna have a round of beers before you get there.”

“Yes Sir. See you tonight!”

After the call with Jace, I wondered why my sister would want to hang out with him alone. What was that about?  I guess I had to trust that they would have only my best interests if they were going to talk about me at all. I would soon find out.

By the time I made it to the Bistro, my sister and Jace were lit. They were laughing and carrying on. My sister grabbed me into a bear hug and lifted me off the floor.

“My baby brother is getting hitched! I’m thrilled for you bro!”

I gave my Jace a big kiss on the lips and he placed his arm around my shoulder protectively as I sat next to him.

“So little bro, your man and I were discussing the plan to tell dad. We thought it might be better to have the conversation without you. You get too emotional.”

I didn’t particularly like that.

“But, it’s my life..”

Jace chimed in, “Richard, don’t you think I know what’s best for you? You can’t be involved in these adult conversations, your sister is right, your faggot brain doesn’t operate at our level.”

“Yes Sir.”

“So as I was saying Richard, Jace and I were talking about how to tell dad, and we both felt that Jace should be the one to do it. He’d just ignore you like he always does. He’s not going to ignore Jace. I mean look at him, you can’t look away from that!”

I pouted, maybe they were right, I do get emotional, and my father does ignore me, and Jace is someone that you respect just by looking at him.

Jace hugged me close to him.

“Come on now, babe. You leave everything to me. I promise it will be alright. We’re here to celebrate. Let’s have a good time. Oh, and I have some other good news for you. I was telling Eddie and the partners about what happened with your job. Turns out they need an accountant since ours is moving closest to his family. They want to interview you for the job. Wouldn’t that be great if we worked together. I can keep my eyes on you 24/7, day and night, just think about that.”

“Wow, Jace, that’s great!”

I mustered enough enthusiasm to sound excited. I would need some to process the idea of being under his eye 24/7. That would mean the only time I would be alone is when I’m in the toilet! I tried not to dwell on that and it was really great to spend time with my sister. I hadn’t seen her since I came out as a faggot last year.

We left the Bistro and made it home. It was late for a weeknight. Jace drank a lot of beer and needed to urinate before bed. He coaxed me into urinal position and I struggled. Morning urine is one thing, but after a six pack of beer, well, that’s a different story. That loss was long, it was potent and strong, I almost gagged a few times at first but once I found a good swallowing cadence, it all worked out just fine.

“Don’t mind if we just cuddle tonight, Richard. I think I’m too drunk to get it up.”

“No, it’s ok, Jace. I’m tired, too.”

Jace hugged me and we both were out quickly.

Our morning was routine. On his way out the door, Sir stopped to check my phone. Since we were out last night, his daily routine of checking my calls and texts had been interrupted. It didn’t take long at all since he’d turned off any internet service.

“Everything looks in order here. Have a great day, babe. Oh yeah, one more thing. I’m gonna be late tonight. I’m gonna stop by your parent’s house and talk to your dad.  I’ll text you when I’m on my way home so you can start dinner”.

I had no time for a rebuttal, Jace had walked out that door.

I’ll spare you the details of the mundane day and fast-forward to the good bits. I’d decided an interview with Eddie and his partners for next week, which I guess was exciting.

I kept myself busy at home after work trying to work out the nervous tension I was feeling knowing my Jace was at my parent’s house and what the heck was going on there. I wish I could have been a fly on that wall.

Finally, Sir Jace sent me a text. It was way after 7 at that point. He must have been there for over three hours!

“I’m on my way.”

“Ok, how did it go?”

“Faggot, you know better than that. See you soon.”

I guess I did know better than that, but I couldn’t help but to ask.

When Jace’s key was in the door, I ran over to it. I had to know.

“Tell me! Tell me! Please! What did he say? Tell me!”

“Hey, hey! Can I at least take off my jacket, faggot! You calm down right now or I’ll take the cane to your ass!”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. It’s just that…”

“Hey! Enough! You are being insubordinate! I told you to calm down. I will tell you but not until you settle down!”

“Yes Sir. I slowed my breathing, and slowly, I felt my body slowing down.”

“That’s better. There’s no need for these hysterics. It’s annoying!”

“I’m sorry, sorry. I will try to do better.”

“No, you WILL do better. I won’t tolerate this in my house, faggot!”

“Yes Sir, I WILL do better.”

“That’s my faggot, much better.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Sit down right there and I’ll tell you what happened”, Sir said pointing to my spot on the carpet floor just by his feet.

“When your mother answered the door she really didn’t want to let me inside the house. I had to convince her that talking to me would be the only way she could still have a relationship with you. I could sense she was hesitant to invite me inside. She had me sit in the kitchen with her. Your father was in his study. I don’t think she wanted him to know I was in the house. Anyway, she made us some coffee and I told her that I was in love with you, and I promised to take good care of you.  I had to assure her I’d never let anything happen to you. We talked about you, really about your submissive nature. She said you were always submissive, doing things for other people. I got her to admit that the world is a dangerous place and that someone like you would be very vulnerable to all those assholes out there. I assured her I was the best thing that could happen to you, that I would always protect you. Believe it or not, she agreed. She said you were always gullible, always getting into trouble because you latched on to the wrong friends growing up.  It took me almost two hours but by the time I was done with her, she gave me a hung and thanked me for looking after you. Can you believe that? That woman never liked me, and now she’s giving me a hug and thanking me! Unbelievable!”

“Sir, that’s amazing. My mother can be such a bitch. She never listens to me!”

“Richard, of course she doesn’t listen to you. Nobody is ever going to take you seriously. Not even your own mother. You’re a faggot for gods sake.”

“Yes Sir”. Believe it or not, I agreed with him. I am a faggot, no human should take me seriously.

“But what about my dad? Did you talk to him?”

“That man wouldn’t even give me the time of day! It was your mother who put her foot down. She told your father if he ever wanted to see his son again he’d better get his ass into the kitchen. He sat at the table and wouldn’t even look at me.im not sure if it was because im Black or because im gay, but he does not like me.”

“Im sorry, Sir. He’s an asshole”

“Hey, I’m not done yet. Mind your manners and don’t interrupt me again or you’re gonna get it.”

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”

“I had to get a little loud with your father. I said. “With all due respect, I need you to listen to me! I love your son and I’m going to marry him whether you agree or not!”

“Your father looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I no longer have a son. I have a faggot for a son. He’s not even a man. Go ahead and marry him, I don’t care.””

“That’s my dad. I’m unsurprised.”

“Did I say you could talk? I don’t remember that. Don’t again and I really mean it. I’m gonna get the cane! Now keep your mouth quiet!”

Sir looked at me sternly and paused. Then he went on.

“I told your father that I’d leave him alone. But once I walk out that door, he’d never see you again. I had almost shut the door when he screamed out, “No! Wait! Please wait!”

“Your father started to cry. He said he misses you so much and only wants you to be happy. He finally blessed our marriage and said he would tell you himself how sorry and foolish he has been.”

I was about to say something but I couldn’t. I cried and tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Oh nooo, there’s need to cry. I told you I’d take care of it and I did. You shouldn’t be crying, you should be smiling. This is a special time for us. We’re engaged, and now your parents know and are supporting us. This is a good thing.”

“Thank you, Sir. You really got through to them. Thank you!”

“You know how you can thank me, faggot?”

“How Sir?”

“By sucking my dick. I haven’t cum in two days and my balls are full as fuck!”

“Of course, Sir! I’d be happy to, Sir.”

“That’s my faggot, that’s my sweet faggot.”…