The following morning as Sr Jace was eating his breakfast he phoned his mother to relay the news of our engagement. I so wanted to eavesdrop, but I knew better. Sir would have reprimanded me for not minding my business. When he finished his call, there was a smile on his otherwise “resting stern face”.
“Sir, please. How did it go?”
“You cannot help yourself, can you, faggot? I was going to tell you, but now I don’t feel like it.”
“Sir, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m so excited!”
“Faggot, you always have a lame excuse for your bad behavior. Go iron my shirt and your next words better be, “Yes Sir!”
“Yes Sir!”
I left my Sir and went to iron his shirt a little mad at myself that I couldn’t control my emotions. Sir was right, lately I haven’t been the best faggot I could be. I promised I would try harder.
I took Sir’s shirt on a hangar to his bedroom. He looked so extraordinarily handsome as I watched him pull up his work pants. I couldn’t believe this man was my fiancé. I was staring at him. Who wouldn’t?
Sir Jace snapped his fingers to get me out of my trance.
“Hey, hey…what did I tell you about staring at me, faggot?”
“Sir, I know, you don’t like it, Sir.”
“No, I don’t like it all. Look I know you are a faggot and you can’t help but worship a man like me, but I’d prefer it if instead of staring you would say something. Why not say, “Sir, I cannot help but admire you? just say something instead of just staring at me, I don’t like it!”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for, faggot? Say it.”
“I’m sorry for staring at you, Sir.”
“And what will you do next time?”
“Sir, I will use words to tell you what I’m feeling. Sir, like right now I see the most handsome man on the planet, Sir. I am humbled just being in the same room with you, Sir.”
“That’s so much better, faggot. Now I feel appreciated. A man like me likes appreciation from his faggot.”
“Yes Sir!”
“Alright, faggot, that’s your lesson for today. I gotta go to work. Your phone is on the table, do you need money for lunch?”
“Yes please, Sir.”
“Why haven’t you packed lunch?”
“Sir, there wasn’t enough for the two of us.”
“That was very thoughtful of you to think of me first. That’s how it should be, men before faggots. I’ll leave you $10 by your phone. Bring me the change and the receipt. How else will I know if buy something stupid?”
“Yes Sir.”
When Sir Jace left for work, I got myself dressed for work but couldn’t help but wonder why Jace was so rigid with me that morning? There was a need to ensure his superiority over me. I decided that after work I would really show my Sir how well-behaved and well-trained I was. I didn’t want my Sir to get the wrong idea that we were in any way equals. Faggots are subordinate to real men.
The day was pretty typical. I did my job but with an interview working for Eddie and his partners coming up in a few days, my heart just wasn’t in it anymore. For lunch I went to Subway. I had enough money for a six inch sandwich meal and hadn’t used all of the money Sir Jace gave me. As I walked back to my office, I passed by the newsstand and there was so many sweets on display. I was so tempted to buy a Milky Way bar. I hadn’t had one in such a long time and I never have any money on me. It would not be a big deal to buy a candy bar, I told myself. Once I made the decision, there was no going back. I never ate a Milky Way so fast in my life. It was delicious! But afterwards, I felt very guilty. I probably should have asked Sir first if I could buy it. For the minutes of joy I had while eating it, I’d soon wonder if it was worth it. Why do I keep doing these things to myself? I should have gone back to my desk. Too late now.
I may have walked home after work a little slower than usual. I knew I was going to be in trouble. Sir Jace will surely be disappointed with me.
“Where have you been, faggot? It don’t take you 30 minutes to walk home from your job.”
“I was enjoying the good weather, Sir.”
“Really? You know, I’m starting to wonder if you’re forgetting your place. Instead of running home to me, to serve ME, you’re wandering around town enjoying the weather? You don’t get to make that choice.”
“I’m sorry, Sir!”
“Faggot, if I had a dollar for every time you said sorry this house would be paid off! Give me your phone! Let’s see what other bad decisions you made today.”
“Here, Sir.”
Sir scrolled through my phone and put it down.
“Look at me, faggot.”
I couldn’t maintain eye contact with my Sir. I looked guilty and I knew it. My Sir always knows.
“What are you hiding from me, faggot? I know there is something!”
“Sir, ummm, well…”, I took out the receipt from Subway and placed on his hand.
“There should be $2.39 in change. Hand it over!
I had only 54 cents left and I placed it in his hand.
“Where’s the rest, faggot? What did you do?”
“I bought a candy bar, Sir.”
“You bought a candy bar? What was it?”
“It was a Milky Way, Sir.”
“Was it good, faggot?”
“It was, Sir. It was very good.”
Sir slapped me hard across the face.
“Did I give you permission to buy that Milky Way, faggot?”
“No Sir, I mean, it’s just a candy bar. Why is it such a big deal, Sir?”
Another bitch slap across the face had me fall to the floor.
“Because I said so, faggot. I don’t care that you bought the candy bar. I do care that you did it without my permission. What will you do next? A candy bar today, and who the hell knows what tomorrow. I gotta put a stop to this bullshit right now, faggot. Go get the cane!”
“But Sir, please. What if I just promise I’ll ask you next time. Not the cane, Sir. I hate the cane!”
“Ohhh no. You had this coming for a while now. You might be my fiancé, but you still my faggot. I won’t have my faggot out of line! I won’t tolerate it. Get the cane now! This is not a negotiation!”
Shit! I ran to get the cane and brought it back to my Sir.
“You so busy running your mouth you didn’t even strip off your clothes when you walked through the door! Come on, hustle! Take off your clothes and bring me that ass!”
I stripped quickly down my jock.
“Lean over the sofa, raise that ass up high. Don’t you fucking move!”
“WHACK!”, the sting of the cane hit my white ass making me jump.
Sir Jace caned me a few more times in succession, lining my cheeks with some real hard lashes.
I began to wail it hurt like a bitch!
“Show some respect, faggot! Raise that ass up for me and stop moving around!”
I had lots of practice presenting my ass properly for my Sir’s canings. I raised my ass up high and proud, my legs spread apart.
Sir pulled one butt cheek wide so he could cane the sensitive skin in my crack, and then did the other. That hurt so bad. I was cursing at myself for being so foolish. All of this could have been avoided if I just went back to my desk after lunch.
Sir pulled my jock down and squeezed my balls while he continued to cane my ass.
“Oh yes, faggot. Look at that. What a pretty design on that red ass. Just a few more and then I’m going to fuck it, faggot.”
Sir Jace always gets so turned on when he’s punishing me. He gets such a rush at any opportunity to dominate me.
My poor ass was red, burning, and hit when Sir finally dropped the cane. Sir began to rub his hand all over it, even slapping it around making me squeal like a pig.
“Whose ass is this faggot?”
“Your ass, Sir”, I was barely able to say.
“Fuckin’ right it is, faggot!”
I heard my Sir unzip his pants and spit on his hand. He was getting his dick hard so he could fuck me.
“Gonna give you my dick, faggot! Is that what you want? You want my dick up in you?”
“Yes Sir”, I said meekly. My ass was still very tender.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
“Louder than that. Say it like you mean it, faggot!”
“Yes Sir! I want your dick, Sir!”
“Much better, faggot. Ask and you shall receive!”
Sir shoved his spit covered dick right up my ass, making me feel every bit of his right and half superior inches.
Sir pulled my wrists back and held onto them tightly, his hard cock pounding into me something fierce. There was something so primal happening, a superior Alpha male with a pure need to exert his maleness over his lowly faggot. My Sir was a bull stud needing to get his rocks off.
“Ohhh fuck, I’m gonna blow my nut in you, faggot! You want that?”
“Yes Sir!”
“You want my Alpha load up your faggot ass? You want me to make you pregnant, faggot?”
“Yes Sir! Please breed me, Sir!”
“Fuck, faggot, here it fucking comes! Uggghhhh ohhhhh fucking take your King’s nut, faggot!”
I felt my King inject his seed deep inside me, and then spun myself around and looked into my Sir’s eyes as I licked up the light coating of his precious gift from his big dick.
“Lick it up, faggot. Don’t waste a single drop!”
“Mmmm mmmmm”, I moaned savoring his flavor.
“Go get me the lotion for your ass, faggot and then I need to eat. Teaching you a lesson is a lot of work!”
“Yes Sir!”
“You know what, faggot?, Sir said while applying lotion to my sore bum.
“What, Sir?”
“I’ve been thinking about something for a few weeks now and I think you confirmed for me that it must be done.”
“Sir?”
“You’ve been my faggot for a long time now, and yet, you keep fucking up. Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I’m too lenient with you. I started looking into faggot training programs and while I don’t like the idea of you being away from me for two weeks, I think it may be the best thing for us. I’ve caned your ass so many times and it just hasn’t worked.”
“Sir! No! Faggot training! I don’t want to go, Sir! Please!”
“Well, it’s too late for that. I’ve already paid for it.”
“What? No! Who will cook and clean for you? I can’t be away from you, Sir!”
“I’ll manage. Just think how much better it will be for me when you get back. The program guarantees 100% obedience or your money back. You’re about 90% obedient at best, you have to agree there is always room for improvement. I want you to live up to your faggot potential. I want to marry the best faggot! I want to be proud of you!”
“Sir, what will they do to me there, Sir?”
“See, there it is. You’re asking questions and defying me already, and I just caned you. You’re proving my point.”
“Yes Sir”
“You’re leaving on Friday after work. I’ve already told Mr. Malone that you will need some time off from work. Not another word, go make my dinner now.”
I sighed in resignation, “yes Sir.”
“I know what’s best for you, trust me.”
I started on dinner, quietly. This was supposed to be the happiest time of my life, but now it’s not. Why did I eat that damn candy bar? I wished I could research about faggot training programs so I knew what I was about to get into, but that wasn’t possible.
I called Sir for dinner. I wasn’t hungry. I was quiet all night.
“Faggot, get over here!”
“Yes Sir”
“Stop pouting. I’m only doing this because I love you. It’s the best thing for our relationship. It will be a lot easier if you see this as an opportunity and not a punishment. You might actually learn something, faggot!”
“Yes Sir”, I said resentfully.
“You know what? I don’t like your attitude at all. Go to your room and think about what I’m telling you!”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”
I got my ass slapped hard twice before running to my room and shutting the door.
After busting out in tears and calming myself down, clarity found me. I thought about my actions today. I was caught staring at my Sir when has told me many times he doesn’t like that. I bought and ate the Milky Way without permission, I took my time coming home from work, then I when I did get home, I acted like a brat. Maybe Sir Jace was right? Well, he is always right.
The next morning, Sir Jace was awake long before me. He was dressed drinking coffee at the kitchen table. There was a small bag sitting down on the floor.
“Good Morning, Sleeping Beauty, how did you sleep?”
“Not well, Sir. I am nervous about going away to faggot training camp but I will go…for you Sir, because I love you.”
“You know faggot, I really wished you were agreeing to go for yourself. This is an investment in you. An opportunity to take yourself into new areas of faggorty that you may have never even thought about. You might come out of there feeling proud of yourself if you put your heart into it.”
“Yes Sir”
“I mean, listen, how bad could it be? The camp is run by a gay married couple Masters Corbin and Max. They sounded German on the phone when I spoke with them. I was very comfortable entrusting them with you for two weeks. They assured me you would be safe under their watch, they also said you’d come home more grateful, more humble, and more obedient. I think we can both agree this sounds very impressive.”
“Yes Sir”, I said too scared to even ask any of the million questions I had running through my mind.
“So go brush your teeth and put some clothes on. Your flight to Phoenix leaves in a couple of hours. You will be in a wonderfully remote location in Sedona. I’m sure you will love it, faggot.”
“Yes Sir”.
I saw tears pour down my face as I brushed my teeth. I didn’t want to go all the way across the country and leave my Sir for two entire weeks!
My eyes were watery when I finished getting ready.
“Awwww, my faggot, are those tears of joy? If not, they should be. Consider this, not many guys like me would spend this kind of money on their faggot. Probably. They would just go get another one. But not me. I love you. We’re going to get married. I want to marry the best faggot in the city. Surely, you can understand that. I want my faggot to stand out from every other faggot in this state!”
“Yes Sir”, I think this was Sir Jace’s attempt at a motivational speech.
“All right then, let’s get a move on. Into the car we go!”
