I was very excited to reunite with my Sir after two weeks away from him. I was eager to share the lessons I’d learned and equally as eager to show him this transformed version of my faggot self.
When our plane landed, I grabbed my small duffel bag from the overhead bin and walked towards baggage claim, or in my case, faggot claim.
There he was, my Ebony King, standing tall, standing proud, with a wide and bright smile on his usually menacing bearded face. My collar was in his hand and as I approached , before saying any words or any emotional, physical touch, it was securely fastened around my neck where it belonged.
I dropped my bag to the ground and immediately took to my knees, hands tucked behind my back, and I leaned over to kiss his basketball shoes. Yes, we were in public, hundreds of people around us bearing witness to this display of humility.
My Sir stood firm and accepted this unexpected act of respect. In fact, he crossed his arms across his chest and looked around enjoying that his faggot was paying tribute in front of all these strangers, as if everyone should know he was a man worthy of such adulation.
After Sir Jace felt he’d peacocked enough, he snapped his fingers.
“Enough faggot, on your feet, let’s get you back home.”
My Sir hooked the leash to my collar and he paraded me around until we found his truck in the car park. He opened the door and placed me in the back seat like I was his pet, and put my bag in the trunk. Once the seat belt was fastened, Sir took his place in the drivers seat.
He began to engage me in conversation as we made the 45 minute drive back to his house.
“So tell me, faggot, what was the most important lesson you leaned at camp?”
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to speak, Sir. The most important lesson I learned was to let go of righteousness, that in order to truly serve you, my King, to the fullest, it is important to keep focused, pay attention to detail, and to keep a clear and sharp mind, Sir.”
“Well, that’s an excellent lesson, faggot. I am sure there many others. I’m excited to see and experience for myself.”
“So Master Max stressed that in order to maintain your training, you need to recite your mantra at least three times a day for 15 minutes. Since we have nothing but time right now, why don’t you use this time productively. I am all ears, I am eager to hear your mantra, faggot.”
“Of course, Sir. I am Sir Jace’s faggot. Sir Jace is my King. I am Sir Jace’s faggot. Sir Jace is my King!”
I said these lines over and over again. I caught Sir Jace peering at me in the rear view mirror, and I made sure to direct my attention and my words directly at him.
“Five more minutes, faggot, make them count!”
At this point we were now driving on city streets and Sir Jace had all of the truck’s windows open. I screamed to the top of my lungs wanting everyone to hear me declare my devotion to my King. Sir Jace was once again eating it up, indulging, if you will, that his faggot was so openly willing to let the world know just how special he is.
We rolled up to the driveway moments after I had completed 15 minutes of repetitive mind-mapping. Sir Jace paused.
“Faggot, it’s so nice to have you home. Don’t you worry, i wouldn’t deprive you the opportunity to clean up the mess I made for the past two weeks. After all, it’s not like you get a vacation from being a faggot, right?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You are very welcome, my faggot.”
Sir Jace unlocked the doors and I followed him into the house. Without being prompted I stripped down to the jock I had worn the day I left for Phoenix. I looked around, Sir Jace wasn’t kidding, there were empty beer bottles and soda cans everywhere, plates with dried scraps all over the living room, dirty clothes thrown about. The kitchen was a complete disaster.
“I had the guys over a few times while you were away. I had to keep myself busy you know, and if you’re wondering, Eddie brought his faggot Jimmy over a couple of times. I needed a mouth, I know you understand a man like me has needs.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir”
“Really? That’s it? You’re not going to pout or get jealous, faggot?”
“No Sir, I understand you had a need to release your Alpha seed. It’s perfectly your right to do so, Sir!”
“Huh, look at that. Now that’s exactly why I sent you to the training camp, knock some sense into that faggot head of yours. Well, why don’t I leave you to get things situated here. I’m going to the bar to watch basketball with Collins. It’s good to have you home, as you can see, I’m not good without you.”
“Have a good time, Sir. I will take care of this for you, Sir. I am happy and honored to do it, Sir.
Sir Jace looked at me funny, like he was looking at a stranger.
When Sir Jace left, I grabbed the recycle bin from the kitchen and collected all of the empties and little by little, I made headway in both the living room and the kitchen to the point where I had vacuumed and mopped and had things the way they should be.
In between, I had started laundry and changed the sheets in my Sir’s bed. I held his crusty clothes and sheets to my nose, burying my face, needing to reacquaint myself with his scent, which fueled me to keep going, to do my best, to make my Sir proud. I began to scrub his bathroom sink and toilet clean. I don’t even know how many hours had passed by but soon as I was ironing his shirts and pants, my Sir returned home.
“Look at my home! It’s sparkling, as it should be. I knew you would get things back in order, good faggot!”
My Sir patted me on the head like I’d done a smart pet trick.
“Sit down with me for a minute, faggot. Let’s talk.”
“Yes Sir”
I looked confused because I wasn’t sure if Sir wanted me sitting on his lap, on the floor, on the sofa, or something else?”
“Faggot, you look confused?”
“Sir, where would you like me to sit?”
“Oh, ok, sit on the floor by my feet so I can see you.”
“Yes Sir.”
I unlaced my Sir’s basketball shoes and took each one off and then peeled off his socks. When my hands connected with my Sir’s left foot, it was like a volt of electricity coursed through my body. I came alive. I began to massage his foot, slowly, respectfully.
“I can certainly get used to this, faggot. You are so agreeable. It’s beautiful to see. I will definitely be giving that faggot camp a five star review!”
“Yes Sir!”
“What did they do to you to get you like this? It’s truly making my dick chub seeing you like this.”
“Sir, always yes, never no. This was one of the key messages of our training. No should not be in a worthy faggot’s vocabulary. Master Hans and Master Corbin taught me that, Sir.”
“Well, they are correct about that. I still want to know, though, how they did it? How did they get you like this? Lord knows I tried over and over again to no avail.”
I massaged Sir’s other foot now.
“Sir, Master Hans said the bullwhip was the only way to eliminate shame and humility, the root causes of saying no, Sir. That is how they did it, Sir. They beat me and broke my will. They said I should have been repeatedly beaten years ago, Sir.”
“So what you’re telling me, faggot, is that they beat you down, beat you into submission until your spirit broke, is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes Sir, that is exactly what I am saying, Sir.”
“Well, I suppose they had to do what they had to do, I guess they were right. Had I beaten you years ago maybe you wouldn’t have been such a manipulative liar. Well, I paid them good money to break you, faggot. It’s been a few hours since you’re home and you haven’t talked back once. This is how it should be. This is what I hoped for, a faggot who is my most loyal ally, a faggot who pays attention, is always obedient and always honest. I told you sending you off to Camp Submission would be good for us, and I was right.”
“Yes Sir”
“Tell me more. What was your typical day like? This is good for me to know.”
I began to move up and rub my Sir’s calves now.
“Sir, every morning a camp siren would go off. We took cold showers in the communal bathroom, shaved, brushed our teeth. Then we ate breakfast in our dog bowls and we drank lots of water from our dog bowls.”
“Dog bowls? That sounds hard core, faggot!”
“Sir, the Masters said depriving us of utensils would make us more grateful for all of the comforts we are gifted in our Sir’s homes.”
“That makes complete sense. What else, faggot?”
“Sometimes we went on long reflective hikes while we’re chained one by one and muzzled, there was no talking permitted between us without permission. Sometimes we were told to write essays, or we were hypnotized. The Masters reinforced that it was important to shed our egos, to just be faggots without any worry about what anyone else thinks. There were different methods they used.”
“It sounds like they were hitting you with mind, body and soul exercises, hitting on all three, is that right, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, that is correct, Sir!”
“From what I can see, their tactics worked on you, but the real test will come in time. Hopefully, this sticks and you don’t revert back to your old deceitful ways.”
“Yes Sir.”
“I didn’t go food shopping, faggot. Why don’t you grab a menu from the Chinese place down the road and then I’ll have you go pick it up for us.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir!”
I quickly ran to the kitchen drawer where I had neatly stacked takeaway menus and brought the correct menu to my Sir for his review.
After I called in our orders, Sir Jace handed me a $50 dollar bill.
“That should cover it, faggot. I want a receipt and change. If you remember, the last time I trusted you with money it didn’t work out so well for you, did it, faggot?”
“Sir, I will bring you back the change, Sir.”
It never occurred to me to stray off course. I had to put my clothes back on and head to the Chinese take out around the corner and came right home, stripped and served my Sir some wonton soup.
“Faggot, show me that ass! What is that on your ass?”
I presented my ass to my Sir for inspection.
“Certified Camp Submission faggot”, well, I don’t remember consenting to that but there was so much paperwork to sign when I sent you over there. Guess there’s nothing we can do about it now. Sir Jace slapped my bare ass and sent me away.
“Are you eating, faggot?”
“Sir, may I?”
“Of course you may! We ordered plenty of food, and guess what, I’ll even let you use utensils. No more dog bowls from now on, ok, my faggot?”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”
My hand shook when I placed the spoon in my hand. I always took silverware for granted, not a privilege. I was so overcome with emotion I began to sob.
“What’s wrong, faggot? Aren’t you happy to be home?”
“Yes, yes Sir, I’m just so grateful to be home with you, Sir, my King! Thank you, Sir for allowing me to eat this food with utensils, Sir!”
“You’re welcome, faggot. Hey, I’m done with this soup, bring me my meal.”
“Yes, of course Sir, right away, Sir. Can I get you a drink, too, Sir?”
“Yes, you can, get me a beer and you can have a Pepsi, I know you like Pepsi so there is some in the fridge.”
“Thank you, Sir!”
Eating a decent meal was so wonderful. I never realized just how good and lucky I had it. I was an owned and betrothed faggot with food to eat, a roof over my head. I had so so much!
I looked at the clock and realized it was time for the after dinner mantra recital.
I took to my knees, placed my hands behind my back, and looked at my Sir, as I said over and over again, “I am Sir Jace’s faggot. sir Jace is my King.”, and when I finished, I kissed his feet.
Sir Jace just stared at me grinning from ear to ear like he’d just won a prize.
“I can’t wait to tell my boys about this. They are going to be so jealous! This is epic, faggot. You’re making me so proud of you!”
“Thank you, Sir!”
Sir stared me down and looked deeply into my eyes.
“You’re so wonderful, you know that my faggot?”
“Thank you, Sir. You are, too. You are magnificent, Sir!”
“You know I have a secret to tell you, faggot, would you like to hear it?”
“Yes Sir, if it pleases you to tell me, Sir!.”
“You know that video the Masters sent me when you were under hypnosis, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, I think so, Sir!”
“I jerked off to that video so many times I thought my dick would fall off, faggot. Watching you submit like that, so focused, so free, it was truly spectacular to see.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”
“Well, the way I see it since you are home now and my dick is right at your disposal, I think you owe me the same treatment. Don’t you think it’s only fair, faggot? I spent all that money to fly you out to that camp, the least you can do is show me a return on the investment. Don’t be shy, fag out on me. Show me what you got.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir. I am at your service, Sir.”
“Show me, faggot”, Sir Jace said as he pulled his long black basketball shorts to the ground and pulled off his Warriors jersey.
I once again took to my knees, held my hands behind my back and bent my face downward. I kept my ass up high, proud, as I had been trained, and kissed my Sir’s feet.
“Sir, I am your faggot. You are my King”, I said humbly.
“Yes, yes, this we both know. Just get your mouth on my dick. I’ve been waiting all day, faggot!”
“Yes Sir”
I opened my mouth wide and swallowed my Sir’s eight and a half inches down to the balls. I’d sucked this very same cock hundreds, if not, over a thousand times over the years, but this time was different. I took deep breaths through my nose to clear my mind, and placed myself into the submissive head space that the Masters had worked very hard to teach us faggots. This was all about servitude and submission. My head moved upward now and my tongue explored my Sir’s dick crown. My eyes were closed, the only thing on earth that mattered at that moment was the gift of my Sir’s cock. It was a privilege to go down on it. I dove once again all the way down, my jaw opened wider. My Sir held his hand on the back of my head.
“Ohh yeah, that’s it faggot. Look how hungry you are for my cock.”
My Sir stood up from his throne and grabbed my face in his large hands on either side and with my neck completely slack, he began to aggressively bounce my head up and down on his shaft. There was so much throat slime escaping down my chin, hitting my chest and the floor.
My Sir put one hand on his hip and the other on the back of my head.
“Look at me, faggot. I want o see your eyes as you suck your King’s cock.”
I looked up and saw the beautiful face of my Sir, my King, my love. His chest heaving with every downstroke. He looked so large to me, an intimidating presence, one that commands and demands respect from not only me, his faggot, but from anyone who is in his vicinity.
“Get up, faggot. I’m not done fucking that throat “
Sir Jace pulled me up from the floor by the shoulder and prodded me into his bedroom. I was on my back now, my head hanging over the edge. I placed my hands on my Sir’s hairy muscled ass as he guided his raging, wet erection back into my mouth. His head lifted high toward the ceiling he began to deep throat my face. Then he held onto my throat with one hand.
“Ohhh that’s hot. I can feel my cock in your throat, faggot!”
My eyes watered and my hands were loving the feeling of my Sir’s ass flexing and thrusting. My face was a complete wet mess of phlegm and saliva.
“I missed this throat, faggot. So special. Nobody can suck my dick like you can. I’m gonna fucking feed you my babies, faggot. I’m gonna seed your mouth, my faggot. Fucking take my dick! My Sir had a strong grip on my neck as he battered it over and over again, recklessly, using my throat cavity to get himself off. His sweat dripped onto my chest as his cock thrusted faster and I felt his cock engorge just a little more.
“Here it cums, your King is give you what you need, faggot! Rrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrr grrrrrrrrrrrr, oooooohhhhhhh fffuuuuccckkkk, ohhhh fuck, yes!”
My Sir rubbed his cummy cock all over my face and even made me give his balls a good bath.
“That was really incredible, faggot. I fucking needed that.”
I was still on the bed recovering, trying to take deep breaths to steady my heart. Also the blood needed to rush back to ky head which had been hanging off of it for nearly 20 minutes.
My Sir lay next to me, naked on the bed, his cock semi hard.
“Go ahead, faggot. If you want more, take more. You know my cock is always hard for you.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir. I am your faggot, you are my King, Sir.”
I was still in a quasi-state of hypnosis. I lunged for my Sir’s cock and placed it back into my mouth, and then I spent a lot of time using my tongue on my Sir’s balls. I loved how they felt over my tongue, like black velvet, his natural musk filling my nose continuously.
“You’re going to make me cum again, faggot. I want some of that ass though. I haven’t been in any ass for two whole weeks. I only used Jimmy’s throat, and hell, he still can’t suck dick for shit. Now I got you back, I’m not settling for anything less than the best, why should a man like have to do that?”
“Yes Sir”, I said in agreement.
My Sir hovered over me, placing my feet on each one of his pecs and he leaned in to kiss me. My hole popped open and my Sir’s hard cock slid inside me inch by inch. It felt incredible to feel my Sir’s lips touching mine, to smell his beer breath in my mouth. To feel the whiskers of his beard scratching my face. I was his now, my Sir pulled his cock out and then slammed back in, every downstroke causing my hole to open more digging deeper into my chute.
I wrapped my arms around my Sir’s back as I was now bent like a pretzel, my Sir’s cock deep dicking me. I moaned over his tongue in approval. In the past I would be hoping my Sir would get me off by stimulating my prostate, but it never entered my mind. I was his vessel, his hole, his to fuck for his own pleasure. I pulled my ankles back into my hands now and my Sir planted his hands on my feet. I was open wide. My Sir closed his eyes and his head once again strained upward; his body was so tense, all his muscles flexing as his cock never stopped beating up my pussy.
“Ohhhhh fuuuccckkk, faggot, I’m not gonna last too much longer. I gotta release my nut in you. I’m gonna fucking make you pregnant, faggot! Fuck, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, grrrrrrrrrrr, my Sir roared like a lion as his cock twitched and jumped inside of me, injecting his virile seed into my body. My Sir collapsed on top of me and kissed my face. His sweaty body sticking to my smooth pale skin.
My Sir caressed my face as I sobbed again.
“What’s wrong, faggot? Aren’t you happy to be home?”
“Yes Sir, of course Sir. It’s just that I had to sleep in an outdoor stall on straw and hay for two weeks and I am just so, so grateful to be here with you on a mattress, Sir. Thank you, Sir for allowing me to lay with you. Thank you, Sir for allowing me the honor of your cock and the precious seed you have gifted me, Sir.”
“What is this all about, faggot? You keep thanking me for everything.”
“Sir, I realize now how privileged I have been. How I had taken all of your gifts for granted. We were trained to always show gratitude, Sir, I am a very lucky and privileged faggot and I wanted you to know that I know that now. I am sorry for being disobedient, head-strong, and cocky in the past, Sir.”
“Let’s not forget your lying and manipulation. You have to say you’re sorry for that, too, faggot.”
“Yes, I am very sorry, Sir. I am your faggot, you are my King. Nothing will get in the way of that, Sir.”
“Why don’t you recite your mantra while I go brush my teeth, faggot, and then we’ll go to bed. I forgot to tell you, your new job with Eddie and the partners starts tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I knelt in front of the full-length mirror in my Sir’s bedroom and watched myself recite my manta. My Sir sat at the edge of the bed watching in amazement as I repeatedly said my lines. He looked on and smiled as I verbally expressed my devotion to him. Having his seed inside my stomach and up my ass as I “prayed” somehow made this ritual feel more important. After 15 minutes, he tapped the mattress with his hand and invited me back into his bed.
My Sir rested his cock in my crack as he spooned me. It was a long day for both of us. We drifted off to sleep quickly. It was so great to be home.
