I learned so much from faggot number four over the next few days. We were not permitted to talk about subjects, just out about our commitment to submission and servitude. I learned that faggot number four was 28 years old and used to be called Ian. Faggot number four told me that he had been homeless after his parents discovered he had strayed away from his Mormon faith by lying with another man. He was selling himself on the streets of Salt Lake City when he met his Master Luke. Master Luke took him in to his home at age 19 and immediately faggot number four said he felt his life finally found purpose.
I expressed to faggot four that I felt a similar feeling when I moved in with Sir Jace full-time.
Faggot number four shared with me a little about its life and why it was sent to faggot training camp. Faggot number four said that Master Luke was a fair, but just, man. He admitted Master Luke had whipped him several times over the years, not for punishment, mostly for Master Luke’s amusement. Faggot four said it liked that Master Luke had found gratification that way, and how great it was to be useful. Master Luke was fascinated that Ian hadn’t put up any resistance to any order, command, or request. That’s when Master Luke decided Ian was unworthy of a male name and began to call it “faggot”, as my Sir had named me. Master Luke at first allowed Ian, at that time, to live in his home in exchange for services. At first Ian was so grateful to have a roof over his head and meals were provided. He was more than happy to perform basic household chores, which soon turned to handjobs, then blow jobs, then eventually fucking services. Faggot number four explained that he never felt he had much of an ego so it was easy for him to just do things without giving it much thought. Faggot number four said the reason it had been sent to camp was to find a deeper connection to submission; that its Master Luke felt it was too robotic and lacked passion. Basically, its Master said faggot number four was mindless, witless, and emotionless. Its Master wanted a faggot who had some drive, an inner motivation to serve, to find its passion in its submission.
That was a lot to digest. It was like faggot number four and I were complete opposites. I had everything handed to me growing up. I lived a privileged life. I had too much passion in my servitude, and not enough humility. I understood why Master Max thought it was good to pair us up. If we each combined some of ourselves together, we would form the perfect faggot. One that was at a baseline obedient, but at the same time engaged in its life’s purpose of serving our Alphas.
“You’ve had an interesting life faggot number four. I’m sorry your parents kicked you out at such a young age. It sounds like Master Luke rescued you when you needed it most. Don’t you feel obligated to him for that?”
“Yes, yes, absolutely I do, faggot number six. I think that has been the problem. While I respect Master Luke, I did not choose him. I had nowhere else to go. I had no other options. When you speak about your Sir Jace, your eyes light up. I don’t have that with Master Luke and I don’t know that I ever will. I know Master Luke feels responsible for my well-being as one of his possessions, but that’s it, there’s no emotional connection between us. I’m hoping these two weeks will help me find that spark to take me to that next level. You are lucky, you don’t need to find it, it’s already there.”
“Faggot number four. Why not just leave him if you feel that way?”
That’s when Master Leo busted into the kitchen and disrupted our discussion.
“Faggot number six! You are out of line! Your topic of discussion should always be about being better faggots not abandoning the Masters who keep them! Don’t make me separate you two!”
Master Leo stared me down to submission until I was kissing his boots on the floor.
“That’s right, faggot, kiss my boots, show me the humble faggot you aspire to become.”
After six days in camp, I felt my outer ego shedding from inside of me. I was ass up head down licking and kissing the dried red dirt on Master’s boot like it was nothing.
“Look at the progress you’ve made in just six days with us, faggot number six. I didn’t even have to tell you to kiss my boots, you just did it on your own. That’s how it should be. After you and faggot number four are finished preparing dinner and reciting your mantras I’m gonna come back for ya.”
Master left us alone again, although our conversations were always monitored by live wire microphones hidden in the kitchen.
“That was impressive faggot number six. Even two days ago that never would have happened. It’s good to see I’m helping you adjust. You see, that simple act of submission was all it took to diffuse Master Leo from beating you to a pulp. I want you to tell me, have you ever humbled yourself for your Sir? Have you ever took to your knees and bowed before your Sir? I’m not talking about at home where nobody else can see, I’m talking about in public, where everyone can observe your humility, your respect, your gratefulness just to worship the very ground your Sir walks on?”
“Well, I have certainly done that in our home.”
“No, no faggot number six. His home, it is your Sir’s home, you just are permitted to live in it.”
“Yes, correct. It is my Sir’s home. But no, I have not publicly presented myself in that manner before. My Sir has walked me on a leash hundreds of times, but I have not truly bowed down to him.”
“Have you ever seen those movies when the angry dragon finally submits to a human man, faggot number six?”
“Yes, yes I have.”
“You’re the angry dragon. Your Sir wants you to show up docile, meek, humble, grateful, ready”.
“I think I understand, faggot number four. We better feed the Masters and the other faggots before they come for us, faggot number four. Thank you for the good talk today.”
After our feed and drink, bathroom break and nightly recitation of our respective mantras, Master Leo came to get me, as he said he would. Master Leo chained my collar by the metal leash and took me upstairs to one of the empty rooms where there was a chair.
Master Leo removed his clothes down to his black briefs and sat in the chair.
“Faggot number six, Kneel, hands behind your back, ass up and proud. Lips on my big right toe!”
I did as told.
“Very very good posture faggot number six. Look at that ass up high like a shelf. I want you to visualize your Sir Jace for me. Breathe deep for me, relax. Release your mind, think only of your Sir Jace. Again, breathe deep, exhale.
The big toe pressing against your lips is your Sir Jace’s big toe. Release your mind, do what comes naturally. Show me, faggot, what’s inside you. Show me…breathe deep…exhale. Free your self….be the faggot you long to be. It is safe here. No judgement, no need to think. Just be….”
Soon Master Leo’s voice trailed off and I found myself sucking on that big toe, nursing on it like a new born baby. I pictured my Sir in his throne, his size 14 feet. His large Ebony feet. I moved my tongue up and down Master Leo’s entire foot envisioning my Sir. He raised his foot so I could kiss and lick on his heel. My eyes began tearing as I continued this honorific foot worship ritual. It was humbling to kiss another man’s feet.
I was absorbed in my task, like I was in some sort of hypnotic trance. I didn’t even notice that Master Hans had come inside the room to watch me.
“Faggot, that feels so good. Don’t stop, you’re doing such a great job. Breathe deep…exhale…be free…feel yourself becoming one with your submission. Feel yourself letting go of your thoughts. Do what feels right, faggot. Worship your Alpha.”
My lips continued to kiss and lick up to Master Leo’s knees. With my eyes still closed, in my mind, my Sir was right there before me. What I would learn later was Master Hans was filming this for my Sir back home to show him my progress. The tip of my tongue lightly tapped the back Master Leo’s knee. It tasted salty and musky. My tongue wanted more and now with more vigor, I was full on tongue swiping up Master Leo’s thighs. With my head rising higher my ass was now tilting lower to the ground.
“Maintain your posture faggot, don’t hide that beautiful ass from me!”
I adjusted my posture to prominently display my ass in this position.
“Very very good, faggot. You’re making Master Leo feel special. Don’t stop, come on, breathe deep…exhale…mind free…focus…concentrate on me…only me…”
Those words brought me back to the submissive head space that I longed for. My face was now flush with Master Leo’s briefs. With my mind emptied, every sense was on full alert. My nose filled with the ripe musk, the sweat, pure man. I moaned as I became light headed, deeply inhaling this magnificent scent that enraptured me. My tongue extended to trace the outline of Master Leo’s hardened cock. Again, in my own little world, it was my Sir Jace’s cock. I wanted it so badly. I wanted to swallow it, desperate to have his most intimate body part in my being.
Master Leo sensed my eagerness.
“Not just yet, faggot. Not so fast. You’re not ready yet.”
Master Leo moved my head to his hard and hairy abs.
I didn’t skip a beat. I licked the fuzz out of his navel and continued to orally assault Master Leo’s chest, licked up and down his treasure trail, my lips graced by Master Leo’s ample chest hair. The higher my head rose, I instinctively improved my posture, never once letting my ass sulk. I was presenting myself to Master Leo, fully.
My lips connecting with one of Master Leo’s bar-belled nipples the edge of my tongue flicking it up and down like a little tongue toy, then I opened my mouth a little more and took the entire nipple into my mouth and little nibbled and sucked. It was Sir Jace’s teat I had pictured in my thoughts, channeling his very essence. I let out another audible moan as my head moved off upward and to the left.
“Oohhhhhh”, I moaned as Master also raised his arm up and flexed his bicep. My hands gripped onto the boulder in his upper arm as I continued to let his aroma fill my body. For the first time, I felt my ass twitching involuntarily. I could feel my very own asshole fluttering as I breathed deeply, absorbing the gift I had been given. I need more. My tongue darted up and I swiped Master Leo’s armpit, my taste buds came alive.
“Ohhhh Sir. Mmmmmm”, I dove right back in, still in this state of bliss. The sensation of the tufts of hair, the taste, the smell. It consumed me, overwhelmed me. I thought I was going to burst inside.
I decided I best not continue this armpit worship or I’d pass out. Instead I licked and kissed his bicep, how solid and strong it felt under my soft tongue.
“Mmmmmm, Sir…ohhhh”, I went back and searched for the other bicep now. Master Leo was gracious enough to assist me, and when my lips touched that gigantic muscle, my hole once again twitched.
My eyes rolled up into the back of my head when my face was pushed into the other armpit, my face getting somewhat crushed by the well-developed muscles forcing me into armpit submission.
“Ahhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmm”, I was lost in all of the emotions, the overstimulation, it was euphoric. Interestingly, I never once leaked precum from my cage nor thought about touching myself. It never crossed my mind. Sensing I was at the peak of my personal capitulation, Master Leo pulled down his briefs and exposed his hard cock to me.
I finally opened my eyes and stared right at Master Leo with a look of lust I’d never experienced before. Only it wasn’t him, it was my Sir. Even with eyes wide open, reality didn’t exist.
“Now faggot. Now take your reward. Show me how much you need this dick. Open your mouth for me, faggot.”
Master Leo nodded his head up and down as I took his full boner down my throat.
I closed my eyes once again. Feeling that strong dick pulsing inside my constricted throat was everything. I once again made sure my ass was up high and proud, no sulking. The muscles in my neck completely relieved of all tension allowed me to move my head fully up and down, like a bobble head from top to base.
“Mmmmmm mmmmmm”, I moaned over the hard dick.
Master Leo didn’t want to cum just yet. He grabbed each side of my face and had to pry my lips from his shaft.
“Not yet, eager faggot. Not yet. Master Leo scooped up his balls and put them in my open mouth. So sweet and salty. So large, so grand. The very balls that generate the precious seed of which I have become addicted. I treasured and cherished each one with such delicacy, so carefully.
“Now faggot, now, go on and take my load. Go get it. Show me how much you need it. Show me that your very life depends on it. Be hungry. No one is here to judge you. Just be…be the faggot you are.”
I didn’t skip a beat when Master Hans put his cock up my throbbing asshole. I felt relief, joy, satisfaction as I had a hard cock thrusting inside me while my mouth was full.
“Ahhhhh mmmmmm”, I was animalistic now twisting my mouth and using my tongue to suck the jizz out of Master Leo’s cock. Going deep and using suction while my hole was battered from behind.
Master Leo held my hips at each side firmly while Master Leo stood and held my head tightly. I stayed upright, in place, my holes merely that, sources of pleasure for these Alpha men. My entire body broke out in goosebumps, I was floating in some other realm. Master Leo’s cock spasmed and jumped so noticeably in my mouth, jets of his hot seed spraying down my open throat. Master Hans grunted and roared as his cock flooded my receiving asshole, with each vibration injecting me with his virility
When it was all over I remained on all fours. Still in this quasi-stage of reality and something else.
Master Leo snapped his fingers right in my ear.
I flinched and my eyes blinked. I looked around me wondering what had happened wondering how and why I was on my hands and knees.
“Faggot number six. That was truly magnificent. Do you see good it can be when you give up your righteousness? When you show yourself to us without any walls, without any thoughts. How do you feel, faggot?”
“I’ve never felt better, Master Leo. I feel light. I feel peace. I feel fulfilled.”
“That is so terrific, faggot. I knew you had it in you. Master Hans, did you send any of the footage to its Sir yet?”
“I most certainly did, Master Leo. I hit send just before I mounted the faggot.”
“Let’s call him right now. It will good for the faggot to have positive reinforcement from its Sir, but get the muzzle, the faggot isn’t ready for any direct communication with its Sir, and I don’t want to take any chances. I would hate to use the bull whip after such a lovely experience.”
Once the muzzle was secured snugly, Master Hans pulled out his phone and put it on speaker.
“Hello this is Jace.”
“Hello Sir Jace, this is Masters Leo and Hans. For full transparency, your faggot is with us. He is unable to speak with you but he can hear everything you say.”
“I trust everything is going well is my faggot giving you any trouble?”
“Well, to be honest Sir Jace, your faggot had a rough start finding its footing at our camp, but it’s really come a long way. Did you watch the video we just sent you?”
“I did, I did. I’ve never seen my faggot like that before. Truly remarkable. How did you do it? What is the trick?”
“Sir Jace, it was just a mind exercise. I assure you there were no @illicit substances involved, but it’s evident your faggot responds well to the natural pheromones of the Alpha male body. Also, every day your faggot’s ego is fading into oblivion. That is our goal here. We will continue to develop your faggot to reach its full potential.”
“I can hardly wait. I can see already the results are clear. Thank you for the update, Masters. Faggot, if you’re still listening, keep up the good work. Make me proud! I love you!”
My heart was full of joy hearing my Sir’s voice. Under the muzzle I was smiling ear to ear. I could feel myself transcend away from the constructs and barriers I had in my mind that were inhibiting my full faggot potential.
“Alright faggot. It’s late. Let’s get you back to the stable. Tomorrow is another day, another opportunity to learn more. Master Hans and I are so pleased with what we’ve seen from you today we’re excited to see where else you go on your journey.”
I won’t lie. I enjoyed the positive reinforcement. I liked hearing I was being a good faggot, one almost worthy of their high standards.
“Master Hans, do you mind returning the faggot to its stable. I’ll meet you in the dining room with Masters Max and Corbin. We need to plan for tomorrow.”
“Not at all. Faggot number six, I rather like seeing you on your hands and knees. Crawl behind me.”
I was happy to. I wanted to because it would please Master Hans. I didn’t think about what it would look like, heck, I didn’t even care.
“Keep that ass up, high and proud faggot. Always high, always proud. You have a terrific ass, never be ashamed. That ass belongs to your Sir. That’s his ass on your body, faggot.”
Master Hans was always imparting words of wisdom on our walks. This time I listened intently.
Master Hans unlocked my stall and locked me inside.
“I’m taking off the muzzle tonight, faggot. Don’t make me regret it. There is no speaking permitted, none at all! Let’s see how you handle this temptation. Good night, faggot!”
Staring out into the darkness I thought about the many times in the past that Sir Jace had given me rope to hang myself. The times I used my phone to download porn and hook-up apps, how I was hoarding money in my room, when I bought the candy bar without permission, and all the other times I disappointed my Sir and ended up with a caned red ass.
That version of my faggot self seemed like a distant memory. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep with a lighter heart, an inner balance I’d never felt before.
