As the sun was rising on my first morning home, I was alert and oriented. I looked over to my Sir who was still sleeping. He looked so spectacular, as he always does. He looked so peaceful in his slumber. For my Sir, it is important to make sure his balls are relieved continuously or he gets very cranky. Knowing he had done so twice the night before, I knew he went to sleep a very happy man.
I took to my urinal pose anticipating a heavy stream and looked forward to receiving it. As I waited, a feeling of gratitude came over me. “In all things give thanks”, was one of the many lessons I had learned at faggot camp. My Sir finally awoke and when he turned his head in my direction he smiled.
“Good morning, my faggot, how did you sleep?”
“Very well, Sir, thank you.”
My jaw dropped watching my Sir stand and stretch his body, my Sir is truly the most amazing looking man I’ve ever seen.
My Sir walked up and placed his penis into my mouth picking up exactly where we left off. As my throat filled with his urine I swallowed so eagerly, so joyfully, understanding that my Sir chose me to be his faggot. My Sir’s golden nectar flowed so easily over my tongue, the sensation and taste awakening my senses and making the experience all the more enjoyable.
After my Sir shook his cock over my open mouth he said, “that was great, faggot. You really seemed to enjoy it, and so did I.”
“Thank you, Sir for allowing me the honor of serving as your urinal and the privilege of drinking your precious urine, Sir.”
“Faggot, you’re very welcome, but is this how it is going to be from now on? Will you be thanking me for every little thing?”
“Yes Sir, we were taught “in all things give thanks”, Sir. I am appreciative of the air I am allowed to breathe, Sir.”
“Ok, ok, I get it, faggot. Hey, today is a big day for you. It’s your first day on your new job. I’m so excited that we will be working together.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir for this new opportunity.”
“Just think, if I’m not off on a job site we can have lunch together. You know what, I really do feel better knowing that Eddie and the boys will be looking over you when I’m not there.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Why don’t you get my breakfast ready and then get yourself ready. I’m going to take a shower, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir.”
I had a vague recollection of how I felt about working with my Sir prior to faggot camp, but two weeks later, I was so thrilled about it. If it meant more time to serve, more time to be with my King, my Sir Jace, I was all for it.
I whipped up some eggs, sausage and toast and made some coffee. I didn’t forget to bring the newspaper in from the sidewalk. While my Sir ate his breakfast I got myself ready.
“Faggot, you’re going to have to go food shopping after work.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir.”
“I guess we will need to buy lunch today, faggot.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Faggot, a few things I gotta tell you. I turned off your phone. I let your family know if they need to speak to you they need to go through me. You didn’t need that phone anyway.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Also, I arranged it with Eddie that your pay will be deposited into my account. I took care of all the paperwork, all you got to do is show up and do your best and make me proud. You do anything Eddie or the boys ask, you understand me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir. Always yes, never no, is what we were taught, Sir.
“You didn’t have time to recite your manta this morning, faggot. You can do it on the ride over to the office. I’d rather listen to you anyway instead of the news.”
“Yes Sir, I’m happy to recite my mantra this morning for you, Sir!
“No, no faggot, you are not reciting your mantra for me, you are reciting your mantra for you.”
“Yes Sir, that is correct, Sir.”
“Yes, it is. Ok, let’s go then, faggot.”
I sensed my Sir was still working through how to manage our relationship now that I’d completed this faggot boot camp. While he was very nice, he was quite distant, even in our time in bed last night. There was a lack of emotional connection to me, although I know, for me, that connection was always there. It wasn’t my place to say anything, so I left that thought linger in my mind.
By the time we had arrived to the office, my Sir’s head was so inflated. We walked into the office and his face was so elated and his chest was prominently, if not egotisically, pumped.
“Good Morning, Jace”, said Eddie. “You’re looking mighty spry this morning.”
“Yes, yes, today is a good day, my friend. Hey faggot, Will you please recite your mantra for my boys? I’m sure they would love to hear it.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir. I am Sir Jace’s faggot. Sir Jace is my King.”
“Now, wouldn’t you be in the best mood if you heard that over and over again from your faggot, Eddie?”
“I probably would, Jace, but I can’t ever imagine my faggot calling me his King. I don’t know that we have that…yet.”
“It is truly a beautiful thing. My faggot came out of the camp just the way I wanted it to. Look at it, can’t you see a difference, Eddie?”
“Yes, I can actually. The faggot seems calmer, maybe the right word is more unassuming.”
“Yes, I’m telling you, Eddie, you need to send your faggot Jimmy to that camp. My faggot can’t stop thanking me for every little thing. Not that I mind, it should be grateful for every little thing. In fact, faggot, why don’t you show my friend Eddie here just how grateful you are to be here with me.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir.”
I took to my knees, hands behind my back, ass up high. And kissed my Sir’s construction boots.
“Thank you, Sir for allowing me to show gratitude for you, my King.”
“You see what I mean, Eddie? My faggot finally knows its place. I don’t think I’ll be needing to cane its ass ever again. It truly has been remarkable to see my faggot like this.”
“Ok, Jace, we get it. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to show your faggot his desk and get him started. There’s a lot of paperwork that has mounted since our last accountant left, so I really need your faggot’s full attention.”
“Eddie, I’m sure my faggot will do an excellent job. I have no doubt it will make us both very proud, isn’t that right, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, I hope to make you proud in all things.”
“That’s the right attitude. Eddie, can I swing by later to take my faggot out for lunch?”
“Yes, but I want to be clear, during the day, when your faggot is working, it answers to me. After all, we are paying it good money to work here. I don’t want this to get in the way of our friendship, Jace.”
“Eddie, my man, that makes sense. I’m just so glad you and the partners were so willing to hire my faggot. I promise, it won’t let you down. Alright, my faggot, I gotta head out to a job site now. You listen to whatever Eddie says and don’t create any problems.”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I will see you later, Sir.”
My Sir left me with Eddie and two other men.
“Ok, faggot, let me introduce you to my partners. Johnny, this is our new accountant, Jace’s faggot, it is starting with us today.”
“Well very nice to meet you, faggot, we hope you will like it here. If you need anything at all, please me know.”
“Yes Mr. Johnny, thank you.”
“Faggot, I think Johnny might prefer it if you called him Mr. Hancock.
“Sorry, Mr. Hancock, of course.
“And this is my other partner, Mr. Coleman.”
“Hello Mr. Coleman, nice to meet you, and thank you for allowing me to work here.”
“Well, I like the faggot already. Such a respectful young man. We could use some of that around here.”
eddie took me to a small office away from where the partners larger offices were situated. The name tag on the door read, “faggot”. Eddie showed me the basics about how to use the phone, log into my computer, etc. After the basics, Eddie showed me their financial software and we had a good discussion about how they had set up their books, and things of that nature. Eddie insisted that while we were discussing work related matters, I was permitted to ask questions and speak freely.
Before I knew it, it was already lunchtime.
My Sir came around the corner and saw me sitting with Eddie.
“How’s everything going in here, Eddie?”
“Jace, your faggot is a very competent accountant. I think it will do very well here. Your faggot asked good questions and really seems to get what we need.”
“Well, that’s excellent to hear, Eddie. Would you like to join us for lunch? I was gonna take it to the Mexican place around the corner.”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
I followed Sir Jace and Eddie to the Mexican place and we were seated at a table.
“So tell me, Eddie, how are things really going with you and Jimmy?”
“I don’t know, Jace. Jimmy is cute to look at, and has a great ass, but even after all this time, he can’t suck my dick without choking. It can’t cook for shit. Jimmy can’t even iron my shirt properly. I’m really thinking I’m gonna let Jimmy go. I’m not that mean, I’ll set something up for it while it figures out where to live.”
“I’m really sorry to hear that, Eddie. You don’t think sending it off to the training camp will fix this? It was expensive, but look at my faggot now. Don’t you think Jimmy would benefit?”
“Jace, I don’t think so. That cam Isn’t gonna teach Jimmy how to suck my dick, or how to tend to basic household chores. I just don’t see any potential. It’s best just to part ways with it before leading it on. Besides. I have my eye on another faggot anyway.”
“Really, who’s that?”
“Well, after you left me at the bar yesterday I stayed behind and started talking to this twink, Bobby. Well, maybe he’s too old to be considered a twink, early 30’s, but still has a twink body, and blond. You know I like my blond boys, Jace.”
“Well, it gets better, Bobby was flirting with me and we ended up in the bathroom stall and man, let me tell you, he can suck a good dick, Jace. Not quite what your faggot can do, but damn near close.”
“Well, that’s exciting. I hope it works out for you and Bobby.”
“I’m going to see Bobby again tonight, so we’ll see how things progress.”
“So Jace, I bet you’re excited to have your faggot home again. It must have been rough while it was away for two weeks.”
“It was, Eddie. I’ll tell you what, having a live-in faggot sure does make a difference. Every man should have a faggot if you ask me. It makes my life so much easier.”
“When you have a decent faggot, yes, I’m sure it does. Jimmy requires way too much oversight, it’s just not working.”
“Oh shit, Eddie, it’s lunchtime, my faggot needs to recite its mantra for 15 minutes. Do you mind if he does it right here?”
“No, of course not, let your faggot so what it needs to.”
“Faggot, go on do your thing.”
I pulled my chair back and took to my knees and clasped my hands in prayer as I faced my Sir, “I am Sir Jace’s faggot. Sir Jace is my King”.
For the first five or so minutes, Eddie looked very uncomfortable that I was doing this in the open space of the restaurant. Yes, other patrons and staff were looking at me. I blocked all of that out, and found inspiration by looking into the exuberant eyes of my Sir. My Sir sat there, sipping his beer, just soaking in my tribute, basking in it, while the others looked on in absolute wonderment. An onlooker attempted to record me, but Sir Jace stood up and intervened pulling the phone out of the man’s hands.
The waiter came by and took our order while I was almost done with my lunchtime ritual. My Sir ordered me a soft drink and two tacos.
When I finished, I kissed my Sir’s boots.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to publicly declare my devotion to you, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to eat lunch with you, and Mr. Eddie, Sir.”
“You are very welcome, faggot. You may sit back down in your chair now and eat your meal.”
“Thank you, Sir, yes Sir.”
“Jace, man, don’t you think this is a little over the top? I mean, I’m all for improving a faggot’s disposition, but this is a complete transformation. Your faggot isn’t the same faggot I knew before that camp. What the hell did they do to it?”
“Eddie, they did whatever they needed to break my faggot’s will. My dick is continuously hard ever since the faggot came back from that camp. Yes, my faggot is definitely different, but I love it. Faggot, why don’t you share with Eddie some of the lessons you learned?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Tell him what you said to me this morning after you swallowed my piss.”
“Yes Sir, do you mean, in all things give thanks, Sir?”
“Yes, that one, faggot. And tell Eddie about the one you told me yesterday? Why are you so agreeable?”
“Yes Sir, always yes, never no.”
“You see, Eddie. This is what I’m talking about. And faggot, what did the Masters teach you about shame?”
“Yes Sir, shame is the root cause of disobedience. Great faggots have no shame, Sir.”
“I’m sure it took a lot more than a few sayings to get your faggot like this, Jace. Is your faggot on any drugs? Did they give it something to make it like…this?”, Eddie asked pointing at me.
“No drugs, Eddie. Discipline. They beat my faggot with a bull whip. Apparently there was an incident at the camp where my faggot tried to intervene. That’s when it was decided the only way to permanently send the message that a faggot has no free will was to beat it.”
“Jace, and you are ok with that. Your faggot looks traumatized.”
”Eddie, yes, I am ok with it and my faggot is not traumatized. My faggot is cured from a false truth that it ever had a say in my affairs or any man’s affairs. My faggot was deceitful, a liar, a thief, was unruly, and undisciplined. I couldn’t marry my faggot this way. Now my faggot is honest, obedient, shameless and grateful. This is what I thought I was getting when I asked it to move in with me, but that wasn’t the case. Now I have it. So yes, I am very good with it, Eddie.”
“Ok, Jace, I get it. It’s your faggot and none of my business. Sorry I brought it up.”
“It’s fine, Eddie. Let’s just eat and get back to work.”
We are our meals in an awkward silence. It was clear Eddie touched a nerve with my Sir.
Sir Jace left us to get back to the job site while Eddie walked me back to the office.
“You know, faggot, you can always talk to me about anything. I know I am your boss now, but I’d like to think of you as my friend, too. I just want you to know you can come to me.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie, but please, my Sir is everything to me. It makes me so happy to see him happy with me. I am fine, Mr. Eddie.”
Eddie left me for the rest of the afternoon to get myself sorted and situated and allowed me time to sift through the many paper documents on the desk. It took the day, but I felt good that I had myself organized and by the end of the week, all of the books should be updated, and easy to maintain going forward.
Sir Jace came to collect me a little after 5, he seemed a bit steamed with Eddie, still and didn’t greet him.
“Come on, faggot let’s go home. You have food shopping to do and have to make us dinner.”
“Yes Sir. Good night, Mr. Eddie. See you tomorrow.”
“Good night, faggot. You did great today, see you tomorrow.”
When my Sir got me in his truck he inquired right away.
“Faggot, tell me the truth. Did Eddie say anything to you after I left the restaurant?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Don’t play games with me, faggot. What did he say?”
“Yes Sir. Mr. Eddie said that if I needed to talk to someone that he is always available, Sir.”
“Nothing else, faggot?”
“No Sir, nothing else, Sir.”
“That Eddie never minds his own fucking business! What I do with you is not of his concern. I forbid you to engage in any conversation with Eddie, only work related discussion. Do you understand me, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, no discussion with Mr. Eddie unless it is work related, Sir.”
“Yes, that’s right, faggot.”
“Ok, here is $100 for food shopping. I’ll drop you off to the store. Since you have no phone, I will come get you in an hour. Don’t even think about buying a Milky Way or wandering off!”
“Yes Sir, no Milky Way, Sir, no wandering off, Sir.
It was evident my Sir was very mad at his friend Eddie but taking it out on me, his faggot. If yelling at me made my Sir feel better, I was pleased. That is my role as my Sir’s faggot. Sometimes being a faggot comes with challenges, but the rewards are so worth it.
I roamed through the store and picked up food for a few days. I picked up some salmon for tonight’s meal and bought some lunch meats for the week.
I sat on the curb with bags full of groceries for a few minutes and then saw my Sir’s truck drive towards me. My heart leapt knowing I would see my Sir again.
My Sir allowed me to put the groceries in the bed of the truck, I secured myself in the back seat and we peeled off towards home.
My Sir’s face was stern and pissed.
After bringing in the groceries from the truck, I stripped and then put the groceries away and began to work on dinner.
I had brought four beers to my Sir at this time and he was smoking a joint. He seemed to finally mellow out while watching ESPN.
Sometimes smoking marijuana made my Sir aroused. I didn’t know at some point the TV had changed from ESPN to TimTales. He was watching Tim Kruger and Caio Veyron fuck Nelso Garcia. I made this discovery when I walked out do the kitchen to check on him, to see if my Sir needed anything.
My Sir’s cock was in his hand, it was throbbing, proudly, fully erect in his right hand.
Sir caught sight of me.
“Why should I be beating my cock when I have you here, faggot. Get on this dick now! Don’t make me wait, faggot!”
He was slightly drunk for sure, still in an ill-tempered mood.
“Yes Sir, right away Sir.”
My Sir handed his cock over to me and sat back with his hands clasped behind his head. One might say he felt entitled to have me service his cock, and that would be true. My Sir was absolutely entitled. I dropped to my knees and took over. I heard Nelso getting a good dick down on the TV behind me while I took my Sir’s cock down my throat.
“Yes, faggot. That’s what I need. Make your King feel good, faggot.”
I was happy to. I swirled his cock around in my mouth and swallows deep opening up my gullet. I know my Sir likes it deep, no hands, all throat. Strings of clear throat fluids fell from my mouth and stuck to my Sir’s cock as I maneuvered my head in just the right position to take the full plunge, to get my nose up to his trimmed pubes and to feel my chin hit my Sir’s full balls. I didn’t miss the opportunity to inhale, my Sir’s scent always the best ingredient to keep me engaged in pleasing his majestic cock. My mouth felt so full, so stretched.
“Ahhhh, yes, faggot. Swallow my fucking cock!”
“Mmmm yeth Thir”, I mumbled with a mouthful.
My Sir likes when I use my throat like a fleshlight, squeezing my throat down as I moved my head up and down, deep long slow strokes, making his sensitive cock so wet to ease entry down my esophagus.
Nelso was really getting railed now because I could hear the loud sounds of his ass getting tapped by these two big dicked giants.
My Sir’s eyes diverged to the screen as he watched the extreme fucking and his cock grew even harder down my throat. I began to thrust my mouth faster and used more tongue and placed my hand on my Sir’s tightening balls. There was no doubt he was nearing climax.
I could hear Nelso moaning like a whore as these two men were ready to nut. When Caio shot his nut in Nelso’s mouth, my Sir roared and blasted his own spunk deep down my throat. My Sir was coming down from his release when Tim implanted his seed right up Nelso’s ass. It sounded like Tim’s orgasm was terrific!
I munched and swallowed my Sir’s jism, so grateful for this precious offering. “Mmmmm mmmmm”, I moaned in delight.
“I don’t care what Eddie thinks, I can do whatever I want with my own faggot! Fuck him!”
My Sir said not really addressing me, just venting.
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir, for allowing me to service you, Sir. Is there anything else you need, Sir?”
“I’m fucking hungry, faggot. Where’s my dinner?”
“Sir, it will be ready in just a few minutes, Sir.
“Hurry up, faggot!”
“Yes Sir!”
I ran into the kitchen not wanting my Sir to think I was ignoring his insistence that I be quick about bringing him his dinner.
“Hehehe, look at you running. You see, that’s how it should be. I tell you to do something, and you just do it. No matter what.”
I don’t think that was specific for me either, but it amused my Sir to see me scurry to the kitchen.
I took my Sir a tray with his dinner plate and a buttered roll, along with his utensils and a cloth napkin.
He allowed me to place it on his lap.
“May I bring you a drink, Sir?”
“Yes, faggot. Bring me a Coke.”
I ate by myself in the kitchen thinking it was wise to give my Sir some space. When I finished eating I went to check on my Sir who had put ESPN on the television.
After cumming in my mouth, he seemed much better.
“Faggot, you hiding from me? Come here so I can see you!”
“Yes Sir, yes Sir, how can I help You, Sir.”
“Faggot, did you recite your mantra tonight?”
“Not yet, Sir. I was cleaning the kitchen, Sir.”
“That can wait. I want you to do it right now, so I can see and hear you.”
I took to my knees in front of my Sir’s throne and began to recite my mantra.
My Sir picked up his phone and recorded me.
“Speak up, faggot. Louder, say it into the camera.”
“I AM SIR JACE’S FAGGOT. SIR JACE IS MY KING!”, I shouted over and over again.
When I finished, my Sir had a shit-eating grin on his face.
“I bet Eddie wishes he had a faggot that respected him like you respect me. Wait till I get him tomorrow!When you finish up in the kitchen, let’s go to bed, I gotta ‘nother nut for that ass.” I think my Sir sent Eddie the video of me, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Yes Sir. Of course, Sir.”
By the time I had finished tidying up the kitchen and doing dishes my Sir was already in bed, naked, his cock already hard as a brick.
“Get my cock nice and wet, faggot, and then I want you to sit on it.”
“Yes Sir.”
I leaned in between my Sir’s open legs and lowered my head on his cock making sure I coated it well. My Sir was not a fan of lube unless he was gonna use his fists in me. I sank my hole over and down my Sir’s pulsing hardness, and he pulled me down to a kiss.
“Faggot, I’m sorry if I’ve been acting weird since you have been home. I’m still trying to figure out how to connect to you. Seeing you like this makes my dick so hard. I just don’t want to ruin that. I promise, I’ll figure it out. I do love you and I still want to marry you.”
“Yes Sir, it’s fine, Sir. I am just so thankful to be with you, Sir. I love you, Sir. I want to make you happy, Sir. You are my King, Sir.”
My Sir bent me down so he could shove his tongue down my throat and he began shafting me with deep upward strokes. I moaned over his mouth as his cock filled me.
When my Sir broke the kiss he raised his hands over his head and I latched on to his hairy, strong pecs and began to bounce my ass up and down on his erection, my cage flopping wildly as I gained depth and speed.
I looked right into my Sir’s eyes as I watched the waves of pleasure wash over his body. I tightened my hole as I continued riding his fuck stick grinding my hips down, feeling his balls hit my ass.
My Sir once again bent me over to kiss me. We continued this power exchange of which one of us was controlling this fuck, until he finally held me tight in a bear hug and let loose, bucking his hips upward faster and more deliberate. I felt his body tense under me, his grip on my body tightened, his grunts becoming louder and like the beast my Sir is, he roared in my ear as the seed from his balls flew out and doused my innards.
This fuck was certainly more tender than the night before, but I wasn’t looking for tender. I was happy to get my Sir off, to make sure he was fully sated before we went to sleep.
I slowly dismounted my Sir’s flag pole and carefully placed his spent cock on my mouth to ensure no stray cum was left. Its proper place was always inside my body. I swiped my tongue over his balls and gently placed his cock in my mouth, swiping my tongue over the slit.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, I love you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, faggot. I love you, too. Now let’s get some sleep.”
My hole was so sloppy, my Sir’s half hard cock slipped inside as we cuddled.
