Well, things were pretty usual with my Sir and me over the next couple of weeks. Morning urinal service, my Sir’s sexual outlet whenever the mood struck, and of course I continued maintaining the household chores.
At work, I was now servicing Mr. Coleman once a week and my Sir was enjoying the extra cash in his paycheck. My Sir said if I continued to make Mr. Coleman happy, we could pay for our wedding outright. I was pleased to know that I was contributing to our wedding fund. I never imagined my cocksucking prowess would end up in a profit making venture. Some might view it as my Sir pimping me out, but I never looked at it that way. I see it as doing my Sir a favor, and my goal is always to make my Sir happy.
I suppose the biggest changes were that my Sir had been frequenting the local gay bar more often, with me in tow, and we ran into that boy Chris from the Four Seasons. My Sir seems to have taken a real interest in him, and it looked like Chris felt the same. My Sir said he was gonna make Chris see the light, that he could spot a faggot a mile away, and felt compelled to help Chris admit the truth about himself. My Sir had taken me to the back room of the bar on two occasions on my leash and made me kneel while I watched Chris attempt to deliver a proper blowjob. Chris seemed apprehensive, almost afraid of my Sir’s mammoth manhood and struggled mightily. Of course my Sir demanded that I teach Chris how to give a faggot-worthy blowjob. Chris needed more practice. I was happy to help my Sir with his “project” as he called it. My Sir said I had really turned a corner and it turned him on that I was so willing to be part of this with him.
The other big news is that Mr. Eddie dumped faggot Bobby. Mr. Eddie said that he wasn’t willing to deal with faggot Bobby’s jealousy and that faggot Bobby had fooled him early on in their courtship and now he saw the truth about what was lying beneath faggot Bobby’s surface. My Sir convinced Mr. Eddie to meet up with faggot Jimmy to see if the faggot camp had changed it at all.
Mr. Eddie met faggot Jimmy at the temporary apartment Mr. Eddie had paid for. Mr. Eddie told my Sir that faggot Jimmy had been transformed. Faggot Jimmy had been forced to suck on increasingly larger dildos and cocks every single day and the camp’s Master’s had trained faggot Jimmy to take huge their huge cocks without gagging and choking. Mr. Eddie was amazed how easily faggot Jimmy could deep throat his eleven inches, that faggot Jimmy could compete with me. Mr. Eddie also said that faggot Jimmy’s disposition had changed, that faggot Jimmy’s obstinance had completely disappeared and, like me, was always so willing to do whatever was asked, and was always thanking Master Eddie for even the smallest of things. Master Eddie said he enjoyed hearing faggot Jimmy recite his mantra three times a day. Master Eddie said that in just two weeks, faggot Jimmy had really improved his cooking and cleaning skills. Mr. Eddie had brought faggot Jimmy back into his household, and my Sir said he’d never seen Mr. Eddie so happy. I also can vouch, Mr. Eddie was always smiling and whistling in the office. This was an Alpha man who was satisfied in every way.
To celebrate the reunion of Mr. Eddie and faggot Jimmy, my Sir decided the four of us should have drinks after work on Friday. I hadn’t seen faggot Jimmy in almost a month. The last time he was sad, whiny, helpless, and desperate. I couldn’t believe my own eyes when I saw faggot Jimmy tethered to his Master Eddie, proud and smiling. My Sir and Mr. Eddie kept us faggots at arms length as we stood nearby the bar. We were granted permission to engage in conversation. We both thanked our respective Alphas for allowing us to do so. Faggot Jimmy gave me a hug and said he was so grateful to see me. It was like seeing a twin faggot in the mirror, both of us putting our faggot camp training to good use.
Faggot Jimmy told me all about his time at the camp. He’d spent the first few days alone, many lashings and beatings as he was uncooperative and resistant until he realized that embracing the opportunity was the only way to faggot salvation. He was forced to suck dick sometimes three or four times a day for hours on end. He was partnered with other faggots that taught him domestic skills. The Masters had shared with him that in order to be a wanted and kept faggot he needed to let go of his shame, to have no dignity; to embrace his true identity, to be grateful in all things, to never say no, and that patience was the secret to a joyous mind. I sensed inner peace in faggot Jimmy, I knew that feeling all too well and was so happy that faggot Jimmy had become self-actualized.
Our Alphas seemed so proud to have us with them. In fact, they remarked to their friends about how obedient we were, how happy they were with us. In hearing this public recognition, faggot Jimmy and I bowed to our Alphas and thanked them properly, kissing their boots. My Sir and Mr. Eddie were beaming, boasting at the public display of which they were most entitled.
When faggot Jimmy and I were still catching up, my Sir handed my leash to Mr. Eddie and said he would be right back.
Minutes later, my Sir had Chris with him, his hand around Chris’s neck, securing him in place. Chris was dressed in a white jockstrap and matching white fabric harness.
“Eddie, look who I found sucking dick in the back room? This here is Chris, the boy I was telling you about. Chris is still in faggot denial, but I’m here to help him accept itself. I mean look at him, or i should address it properly, look at it. Isn’t it obvious, Eddie?”
“On the surface, yes, I can see why you would say that. Twink body, bleach blonde hair, obviously shaves its body hair, but just because it presents as a faggot might not mean it is. Maybe it just likes the bottom bunk and doesn’t want to serve an Alpha 24-7, Jace?”
“No, Eddie, I know the difference between a sub and a faggot. I’m telling you now, this one is a faggot. I saw it in action at work, Eddie. It was all about making sure I was pleased, it came natural to it. I’m thinking about bringing it into my house for the weekend. Would you like that, Chris, moving in with me and my faggot? Maybe that will help you see who you are?”
Chris looked so confused and he was so embarrassed. He was shaking.
“Jace, look what you’re doing to this poor boy. He can’t even speak. Listen Chris, if you want me to tell Jace to back off, it’s alright. I know he comes on very strong.”
“That’s because I always get what I want, Eddie. I take what I want.”
“You are an arrogant son of a bitch, Eddie, hehe. Boy, if that cat got your tongue, just nod your head side to side if you want Jace to leave you alone or up and down if you want to take him up on his offer.”
Chris nodded his head up and down, he was sheepish in doing so, but it was clear that’s what he wanted.
“Good boy, Chris”, Jace said. “Chris, before you agree to this I need to go over a few things with you. In my house my faggots wear only jockstraps and collars, my faggots are locked, no cumming without my explicit consent. Any faggot in my house who steps out of line, disrespects me, or disrespects my faggot, will be punished. You can ask my faggot, I have plenty of tools I am not afraid to use to keep my faggots in line. My faggots’ holes are always available. My faggots clean my house and treat my property with care. And most importantly, Chris, once you decide to do this, I won’t be calling you Chris anymore, you’ll be faggot number two, or whatever name I decide is appropriate for you. Do you understand me boy?”
Chris nodded his head up and down.
“No Chris, I really need to hear you say it, you need to say, “I understand, Sir”, loud enough so I can hear it.
“I understand, Sir”, Chris said in his high-pitched voice, a pronounced lisp with the “S” in Sir.
“Oh Jace, now that I heard it speak, there’s no doubt this one’s a faggot.”, Mr. Eddie said. “Jace, you really think you can handle two faggots? It’s a lot of work just with one!”
“Eddie, my faggot has been so low maintenance for over a month. I’m gonna have it help me break this one in. I’m taking this on as a special project, to give back to the community, and I think it will be good for my faggot to have a faggot brother to mentor.”
“You crack me up, Jace. Well, knowing what a horny fucker you are, I’m sure you got enough seed for both these faggots.”
“You know I do, Eddie. Men like us, we gotta fuck and breed. That’s what we do!”
“Speaking of which, I think I’m gonna take my faggot Jimmy home. It’s getting late and I know I gotta unload before hitting the sack.”
Mr. Eddie tugged on faggot Jimmy’s leash and they said their good-byes.
“Chris, if you’re really serious and you’re ready, we can leave now, too. I have an extra tooth brush and I’m sure my faggot has some old jockstraps that will fit you. You won’t need anything else. I got what you need right here.”, my Sir said grabbing his crotch.
“Ok Ssssir, I’m ready.”
That lisp was going to take some getting used to, but I was exited to see my Sir so happy. My Sir tugged on my leash and kept his hand on faggot Chris’s neck and he guided us home.
As soon as I was unleashed, I began to strip. I went and found faggot Chris an old jockstrap that was slightly big for me. Chris began to strip, too, and put on the jockstrap. His ass was so pale and pasty, a bit plumper than my pert ass. My Sir placed a thin black leather collar around faggot Chris’s neck.
“Faggot, look at your faggot brother. Doesn’t it look nice in its new collar?”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Faggot, why are you thanking me?”
“Sir, for asking my opinion, Sir, and for allowing me to have a faggot brother, Sir.”
“Well, you are very welcome, faggot. I’m going to have to think of another name for faggot number two. Why don’t you get your faggot brother shaved down so I can lock it up. I don’t need to see no useless faggot dick in my house.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir”.
I took faggot Chris by the arm and led it to my bathroom. Faggot Chris seemed embarrassed to pull its jockstrap down and covered its junk with its hands.
“Faggot Chris, there’s no need to be bashful here. If you really want to be a great faggot, you have to know the key is to let your shame go. If you don’t, my Sir or any other Master you meet will beat it out of you. Trust me, I know. I wasn’t always like this.”
“Ok, it’s just that I have a micro dick, faggot, and I’m so mortified by it.”
Faggot Chris slowly moved his hands from his crotch and he wasn’t wrong. I thought my little wiener was small, but even with my four inches it was double the size of Chris’s tiny speck that I could barely see.
“Well, I think I’m going to have to tell my Sir that we won’t have a cock cage that will fit on you. That’s a shame. Don’t put your jock back on yet, let’s go see my Sir to show him the problem.”
We went back out to the living room where my Sir was watching ESPN and had an old cock cage sitting on the side table.
“What’s going on, faggots? Why are you looking like that?”
“Sir, there is a small problem we have encountered. Sir, I don’t think we will have a cock cage that will fit this little thing, Sir.”, I said as I pointed to my faggot brother’s micro-penis.”
My Sir couldn’t control his laughter and faggot Chris began to turn red and cry.
“Oh no, fairy, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I decided to call you fairy by the way, I think that suits you well. Now there won’t be any confusion, faggot and fairy, I like the sound of that.”
“Thank you, Sir”, I found myself saying.
“And why are you thanking me now, faggot?”
“Sir, for giving us two different names so we won’t be confused, Sir.”
“You’re very welcome, faggot. I know what we’ll do, tomorrow we will take the fairy down to the sex shop and see if they have something that will fit over that tiny nub. For now put that jock back on, fairy, and cover that shit up!”
The fairy did as told but did not acknowledge my Sir.
“Fairy, you must say, “yes Sir, or say something to let our Sir know that you heard him and that you understand. You can’t ignore him!”
“That is correct, faggot. Good job teaching the fairy. Fairy, you should pay close attention to my faggot if you want to avoid getting in trouble.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir”, the fairy said once again with a heavy lisp.
“That wasn’t so hard, fairy, was it?”
“No Sir”
“Faggot, I think the fairy has had a long day. Why don’t you show it around the house and get it situated. I think it would be a good idea for it sleep with you tonight.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”
“Faggot, why are you thanking me now. I think from now on I’m gonna need you to tell me, understood, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, I was thanking you for allowing me to give your fairy a tour of the house and helping it get ready for bed, Sir. I will always tell you why I am thanking you, Sir. I am thankful for you, Sir, my King.”
“You see fairy, how well my faggot is trained. This is a great example of how a great faggot behaves. I’m giving you an entire weekend to learn from my faggot. I hope you make the most of it. All right you two, I’m going to finish watching the game, and you go to bed. Lights out at 10, big day for you tomorrow.”
“Yes Sir, good night, Sir”, I said. I gave the fairy a shove to prompt it to say the same.
“Yes Sir, good night, Sir.”, the fairy said sheepishly.
I took the fairy to my bathroom and found a new toothbrush and helped the fairy to douche and shower. I liked that I was being useful and helpful in a new way, and looked forward to seeing the fairy grow and find itself. I did not find the fairy, or my faggot brother, in the least bit attractive, and I don’t think it found me attractive either. I thought that was good because the last thing I wanted was for our Sir to find us doing anything sexual without his consent. That would not have been good.
When my faggot brother was fast asleep, I went back out to check on my Sir, just to see if he needed anything before I went to sleep.
My Sir had changed the channel from watching basketball to watching some interracial porn. Max Konnor was nailing some blonde white twink over the back of a sofa. My Sir’s right hand was wanking his raging cock.
“Faggot, what are you doing out of bed!”, he screamed angrily.
“Sir, I was just checking to see if you needed anything, Sir, before I go to sleep.”
“Well, since you’re up you can see I do need your mouth on my dick!”
“Yes Sir!”
I knelt in front of my Sir’s throne and gobbled that fuck stick down my throat. It was already tasting a bit salty and my Sir’s musky scent was making me ooze with excitement. With every breath I was determined to get my Sir off. My Sir was already so primed to unload, likely he had been edging for some time before I showed up. My Sir squeezed the back of my head down on his meat as he stood up and then he aggressively began to fuck my face. There was so much throat phlegm drooling down my face, my Sir didn’t seem to care, I was his receptacle about to take that pent up load. My Sir grunted loudly as he completed his goal of dumping his virile seed right down my throat. Seven or eight strong blasts from a full-day’s worth of semen churning on his bull balls.
I ate it all, I wanted to, I wanted so very much to please my Sir.
When it was all done I said, “thank you, Sir for allowing me to serve you, Sir, for nourishing me with your seed, Sir. I love you, Sir”
Now that my Sir had emptied his balls, he was quite a bit calmer and he rubbed the back of my head, “I love you, too, faggot. Go to bed and I’ll see you on the morning.”
“Yes Sir.”
I thought maybe my faggot brother would have woken up since our Sir had cum so loudly, but it looked like it was a heavy sleeper.
I laid down next to it with my back turned to it and fell asleep contented, knowing I had just swallowed a fresh load of my Sir inside me.
The next morning, I slipped out of bed early. I knew my Sir would expect urinal service first thing in the morning. I know his biological patterns well by now. Between 6:15-6:30 my Sir needs to piss every morning, most mornings down my throat unless I had slept with it and my Sir chose to piss in my butt hole.
My Sir did awaken and rubbed his eyes and in a sleepy trance fumbled around with his shaft and I guided it to my mouth. My Sir held my head for balance and just let his piss fly. I swished some of that precious juice in my mouth around like mouthwash, savoring its potent taste, enjoying the warm velvety feeling over my tongue before swallowing it down, thankful for every drop.
My Sir was still in a sleep delirium and went back to bed. I whispered to him, “thank you, Sir for allowing me to serve as your urinal Sir and allowing me to drink your precious nectar, Sir.”
My Sir smiled and drifted back to sleep on a Saturday morning.
I went back to check on my faggot brother, the fairy, who was still lazily sleeping. I decided to wake it up. It had to learn that it does not have the luxury of sleeping when there are so many things to do. The house does not run itself.
I pushed on the fairy’s shoulder, “Wake up! Wake up! You must wake up!”
I was insistent and stern. This fairy had to learn.
“Leave me alone, the sun isn’t even up yet!”, and the fairy had the gall to push me away.
“No! You are here to serve. You are here to learn, not sleep. Don’t make me get our Sir to get you out of bed. You really won’t like that!”
“Ok, ok…fine.”
I stood over the fairy to make sure it got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush its teeth and get ready for the day. I gave it approval to shower and shave.
The jocked fairy made it to the kitchen where I was explaining how to grind the coffee beans and how to brew our Sir’s coffee. I directed the fairy to bring the newspaper in from the sidewalk and to set it on the kitchen table. Then I told the fairy it was to watch me make poached eggs and home fries. I watched the fairy squeeze the oranges for our Sir’s juice glass and remove the pulp.
The fairy seemed to be a quick study in the kitchen, listening intently and wanting to make a good first impression with our Sir.
Finally, my Sir appeared in his black briefs and sat at the table.
I prompted the fairy to bow and acknowledge our Sir.
“Good Morning, Sir. Please let us have the honor of serving you breakfast, Sir.”, and I kissed one of my Sir’s feet.
It was a little comical watching the fairy repeat my words and actions. It was all still so new to it and it sounded more robotic than sincere.
“Good morning faggots. Fairy, while I commend your effort to pay tribute to me first thing in the morning, you’re gonna have to put some heart into it. You’re just following my faggot, you need to make it your own. That will come in time. So what have you made me for breakfast, faggots?”
“Sir, we prepared poached eggs and home fries for you, Sir.”
“Did the fairy help you make this?”, my Sir asked curiously.
“Well, Sir, the fairy watched, but it did squeeze the oranges in your glass, Sir.”
“I figured as much, I didn’t think the fairy was a master chef, haha.”
I watched my Sir in awe of his being as he ate his breakfast. Seeing his heaving chest, his essence, overwhelmed me. I glanced over to the fairy who also seemed to be swooning over our Alpha male.
I found myself once again on my knees, bowing in tribute to my Sir. I was just feeling the moment, so grateful to be in the same space as my Sir, recognizing the privilege.
My Sir was quick to seize the moment.
“Look at you two, faggots soaking in your Sir’s presence. I should wake up every single morning and expect this adulation. Maybe since you’re both in the right headspace I will allow you to service me. Faggot, why don’t you show the fairy how to do it properly. Crawl over here and put that mouth to good use.”
My Sir swigged down the glass of orange juice and wiped his mouth with his forearm, then pulled his chair back and watched as I crawled to him, his cock beckoning me like a magnet.
My Sir pointed for the fairy to join me on the floor, on his knees, next to me. I felt the fairy’s eyes watching me carefully as I used my teeth to peel off our Sir’s briefs. His hard, Black, cock, so worthy of idolization slapped onto his hard and hairy abdomen. My Sir clasped his hands behind his head and suddenly the air filled with his scent, that sweet combination of musk, sweat, soap and cocoa butter. My nostrils flared as I let it permeate my senses. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the fairy doing the same, as if it was falling into the same trance I was in.
I hesitated before diving in, wanting to give the fairy some time to appreciate what it was seeing with its own eyes. I placed my hands behind my back, and bent forward, using my tongue to lift the helmet of our Sir’s cock upward and then I made the entire shaft disappear down my hungry throat. I bobbed my head busily up and down, loosening my neck and my Sir bounced my face like a bobble head over his hardness.
My Sir pushed my head off, clear strands of throat slime over a foot long still connecting me to him.
“Ok, fairy, let’s see what you got. Push aside, faggot.”
I handed our Sir’s cock to the fairy and he stared at it, looking so intimidated as flared angrily, engorged. Our Sir flicked his dick up and down, demanding the fairy’s attention.
I pushed the fairy’s bleach blonde head down before our Sir had a chance to get angry and whispered to it, “open your mouth, quick!”
The fairy closed its eyes and swallowed only half of our Sir’s inches, and wrapped its fist around the other four. Our Sir slapped the fairy’s hand away.
“No, no hands, only your mouth!”
The fairy put is hand behind its back and repositioned itself to take more of our Sir’s cock down its throat. It did better, the fairy almost pulled it off.
Our Sir stood up, grabbed the fairy’s head with both hands on each side and held it tightly, then moved his hips forward. I heard an audible “pop” sound when our Sit’s cock passed through the fairy’s throat.
“Ahhh, there it is, fairy. Good job. Now breathe through your nose.”
It looked like the fairy was gonna pass out so I began to soothe it by rubbing its back. Our Sir pulled his cock back and then slammed it forward again, this time it went all the way in much more easily, our Sir’s plum sized balls hit the fairy’s chin which was drooling strands of his throat fluids. Our Sir pushed the fairy backward until its head was against the wall never taking his hands off the fairy’s head. Then our Sir placed his palms on the wall and his cock pumped in and out of the flailing fairy’s mouth. I watched our Sir’s hairy, beefy, muscled ass skull fuck the fairy hard. The fairy’s eyes were bulging and bloodshot, there was spittle flying everywhere. The fairy looked so desperate to keep up with our Sir’s penile assault. The fairy clung onto our Sir’s thick thighs and it was delightful when my Sir began to grunt and moan as I watched him empty his balls down the faggot’s throat.
The fairy began to heave and gulp for air when our Sir pulled his cock from its throat. The fairy looked horrific. I noticed our Sir’s cock was still smothered in precious cum and there still cum emitting from the slit. I dove right back on our Sir’s cock to finish the job, and I was very happy to do so.
“Thank you, Sir for allowing me to worship your cock, Sir, and for allowing me the honor in ingesting your virile seed, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, faggot, and what about you, fairy? What do you have to say to me?”
“Thank you, Ssssir.”, he said rather pathetically and unsure.
“And…”, our Sir said tapping his foot impatiently.
“And thank you for fucking my throat, Sir?”
“Is it a question or a declaration, fairy? Faggot, help it out for Christ’s sake!”
“Yes Sir, thank you for the opportunity to assist my faggot brother, Sir.”
My Sir glared at me and grunted.
“Fairy, when you thank our Sir you say it like you mean it, with passion and conviction. You must always be grateful and humble. Try again, ok?”
It shouted, “thank you, Sir for throat fucking me, Sir and choosing my throat to do it. I am honored to serve you, Sir!”
“Now that’s more like it. You see, you’ve already let me give you my entire dick and learned how to thank me for it correctly. This has been a productive morning for you. Alright faggots, clean this mess up and get started on laundry. I’m going to work out and when I come back I’ll take the fairy for a fitting.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir for allowing us to serve your breakfast and clean up after you, Sir, and for providing my faggot brother with your nourishment, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, faggot.”
My Sir lifted the fairy’s chin up and said, “it would serve you well to show your appreciation, too, fairy”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to service you, Sir, for allowing me to squeeze the oranges for your juice glass, Sir.”
“You’re a lot smarter than you look. You know, I really don’t care for that bleach blonde hair, fairy. It’s gotta go. Faggot, when you’re done in the kitchen, do something about this shit.”, he said grabbing a fistful of it.
“Yes. Sir, of course, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to cut off my faggot brother’s hair, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, faggot.”
Our Sir retreated to his bedroom to change for the gym and just before he was to leave, we faintly heard a cell phone ringing from my bedroom.
“Faggot, I thought I took away your phone. What is that?”
“Sir, I don’t have a phone, Sir.”
“Fairy, is that your phone ringing?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Go get it and bring it to me, fairy!”
I never saw anyone move so fast, the fairy sprinted to my room and back in the blink of an eye. Then the fairy handed its phone over to our Sir. The fairy was smart enough to bow, likely the fairy thought it was gonna get punished if it didn’t.
“I’m turning this off and holding on to it until Monday. Faggots under my roof don’t have phone privileges.”
“Yes Sir”
Our Sir left to go to the gym and once we finished cleaning up, I took the fairy to my bathroom and took the clippers to its head, then I lathered it up and took a razor to it. When its head was a chrome dome like mine, I put some tea tree oil on it to shine up.
My faggot brother examined itself in the mirror and was shocked by what it saw, but didn’t say all too much. My faggot brother wasn’t too much of a talker. I suggested to it that it brush its teeth and use mouthwash since it still had our Sir’s cum in its breath.
When our Sir came home from playing basketball, he was sweaty and glistening, but when he saw his fairy, he smiled from ear to ear, pleased to see his fairy without hair on its head, wearing its collar and wearing its jockstrap.
“Now that is much better, fairy. You look great, don’t you think so, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, thank you for allowing me to please you, Sir, by improving my faggot brother’s appearance, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, faggot. You two faggots get dressed while I shower and then we’ll head to the shop and get that cage.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir!”
I nudged my faggot brother, “Yes Sir, as you wish, Sir!”
Our Sir smelled deliciously ripe as he walked by us. I wanted to kick him from head to toe, but didn’t dare to do so as I wouldn’t be so forward, but I did inhale deeply to imprint his scent in me.
My faggot brother looked at me funny.
“You will come to learn that our Sir’s scents are a wonderful gift. I’m sure soon enough you will beg for the chance to lick him up, to savor the taste of our Sir’s sweat, his musk, his essence, just like you did his seed this morning. Even more delicious is our Sir’s urine which is a very special treat.”
“Urine? I don’t know about that?”, the fairy said unexpectedly.
“Absolutely, if you aspire to be a well-rounded faggot, it’s part of the service we provide. I look forward to waking up each and every morning to serve as our Sir’s urinal. It’s the most beautiful thing.”
My faggot brother didn’t say anything, but I grabbed its arm so we could get dressed quickly and be ready for our trip to the sex shop which was only a twenty minute walk away.
Our Sir grabbed two leashes and secured them to our collars and we walked out the door. My faggot brother looked so mortified to be seen in public like this. I walked proudly, as did my Sir. I told my faggot brother that being at the end of our Sir’s leash was my greatest honor, and that it should walk more upright. I also said it should be grateful that our Sir thought so highly of us, that it chose us, to embrace this privilege.
I don’t know that the fairy was ready to let go of its shame just yet and feared it would be reprimanded for cowering in public. I was also worried that our Sir would be angry with me that I couldn’t do anything to make the fairy stand up straight.
When we arrived to the store, my Sir’s face said it all. We were still leashed when we stepped inside and our Sir yelled out, “on your knees, faggots!”
“Yes Sir!”
I took to my knees and placed my hands behind my back and looked at the floor. My faggot brother followed my lead,
“Fairy, you look at me when I’m talking to you! How dare you make a fool of me in public! How do you think it looks when you’re cowering to the crowd? I want to be proud of my faggots! I want my faggots to show me the respect and dignity I deserve! I gift you with my precious seed and this is how you behave? What you did will not be tolerated. I better see something different on our walk home or there will be a price to pay! I promise you that. Just ask your faggot brother!”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Fairy, I don’t accept your apology, empty words. I want to see you change your behavior!”
Our Sir pushed the fairy’s head down and I saw it began to cry.
“Faggot, look at me!”
“Yes Sir, thank you for allowing me to be tethered to your leash, Sir. It was an honor, Sir!”
“Yes, it was, faggot! I’m disappointed you couldn’t fix your faggot brother’s demeanor. You are supposed to be its mentor. Make sure it doesn’t make a fool of me again or you will be disciplined, too! Am I clear, faggot?”
“Yes Sir, I will make sure my faggot brother does better, Sir!”
Our Sir tugged on our leashes and walked us up to the front counter where a twenty something, thin, leather-clad clerk was standing.
“Can I help you, Sir?”
“Yes, you can. I need to put a cage on my fairy here.”, tugging on its leash. “Fairy, show the boy what you’ve got down there.”
Knowing our Sir was already hot it didn’t disobey. It pulled down its jeans and jock and the clerk began to laugh so uncontrollably.
“I’m sorry, I think that’s the smallest little thing I’ve ever seen. It’s adorable.”
“it is tiny my man. You got anything that will fit on that?”
“Well, let’s see if the KINK3D will work, the Cobra cage comes in many different sizes.”
The clerk pulled out a drawer and looked for the smallest pieces, and unfortunately, the fairy’s nub was too small.
“Well, maybe I can call them to see if they can make a customized cage for your fairy?”
“That will be great.”
The clerk took some measurements and said he would need to call later because San Francisco time was 3 hours behind, but he took our Sir’s number and said he’d call later.
“In the meantime, maybe you could try a band aid to cover it up?” And he laughed again, as did our Sir. I think our Sir wanted the fairy to experience this humiliation as retaliation for how it displayed in the street.
“Thanks for your help, boy.”
“Anytime, have a good day.”
Our Sir decided to stop at the liquor store and the grocery store, prolonging our walk, torturing my faggot brother as he really did try to grow more comfortable being seen in public on a leash. It walked upright, but stiff, there was no joy on its face.
When we arrived home, our Sir unclipped the leashes and we stripped to our jocks again. I put the beef in the fridge and put the groceries away.
Our Sir took his fairy and placed it face down over its knees. The fairy began to squirm, attempting to get away from our Sir. I decided it wasn’t my business what our Sir would do to his fairy. I resumed laundry and cleaned our Sir’s bathroom, but I did hear the hard smacks of our Sir’s hand on its bare butt, and our Sir was raising its voice and the fairy was crying.
When it was all done, the fairy was kneeling in the corner of the living room facing the wall. Its butt looked crimson.
I brought our Sir a beer and he grabbed it from my hand.
“Faggot, you better step it up! I’m holding you responsible!”
“Yes Sir, of course, Sir!”
“In thirty minutes you can come get it and make it help you get dinner ready. Talk to it. Teach the fairy some things that you learned at that faggot camp!”
“Yes, I will, Sir. Thank you, Sir for giving me the opportunity to mentor your fairy, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to come along to the stores today, Sir!”
My Sir just looked at me in disbelief and then said, “that is what I’m talking about. Now that I have the perfect faggot in my house, I won’t tolerate anything less. Get your faggot brother there! I know you can do it.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir!”
I thought it a good time to retreat to my chores and I repeated my mantra over and over again to keep me focused, “I am your faggot, Sir. You are my King, Sir!”
