I took my life of servitude and submission very seriously. My Sir was my everything. It was now Sunday and after I completed urinal duties and getting my Sir situated with breakfast, my Sir went to visit his mother.
My Sir said it would be a good time to talk to his fairy since it would be its last day with us as tomorrow would be Monday, and the weekend trial would be over.
I sat with my faggot brother at the kitchen table, neglecting household chores, but I would catch up on them later.
“I think we should talk my faggot brother. Have a seat.”
“Yes, ok,”
“Talk to me, how has the weekend been for you so far?”
“Well, it’s been challenging. I won’t lie, I did enjoy sucking our Sir’s cock, and I do find satisfaction in doing things that please him around the house. I know I am not as good as you are with these things. I am very attracted to our Sir, I just want to bow down and worship him. I feel like I freeze whenever I am near him because I feel so inferior to him, I do know that I did not like being spanked and forced to sit in a corner.”
“I think I told you already, but I was not always like this. My Sir found creative ways to “correct” me when I refused to do something, failed to do something up to his standards, or if I failed to pay him the respect he demands. He is not an easy man to please, but many Alphas are that way. Sir Jace has used the whip on me, paddles, floggers, and the cane, which he knows I do not like at all. He’s even used a riding crop on my balls, and before I was permanently locked he would whip my dick all the time. One time I made him so mad he forced me to take a Viagra while wearing my cage. It was painful, very painful. Looking back, I had it coming to me. I used to lie, talk back, disobey, I was jealous anytime Sir Jace even looked at another boy. I wasn’t a good faggot at all, and the only reason I think my Sir stayed with me is because I’m the only one who knows how to suck his dick properly and I’m a really good cook, well, and I also bring in a good paycheck.”
“Wow, it sounds like you went through a lot.”
“Oh, I did. But now things are very different. I learned a lot about myself in that faggot camp. I learned to find passion in service, to let go of my shame, to give myself fully to my Sir, devotion, respect, obedience, loyalty. I find my life very rewarding because I know that my submission makes my Sir’s life better. Not everyone is cut out for this, you have to be willing to lose your dignity, your righteousness.”
“It’s all still so new to me. I mean, I’ve had many men fuck me, but after the sex was over, that was it. This is very different. This is relinquishing control of your life to someone else.”
“Exactly. I don’t see it as relinquishing my life, I see it as enriching my life. My Sir is my King, he is everything to me. I’m always honored, always grateful, that my Sir allows me to serve him. My life is better because he is in it. My Sir keeps me on the right path.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready to make that type of commitment. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely have some kind of feelings about Sir Jace, I just don’t know how to explain them.”
“I can see my Sir is smitten with you. I see the way he looks at you. I saw the way he used your throat…I’m sure today he’s going to want to fuck you, I think you need to let that happen and then decide if being a faggot is what you want. Sir Jace hasn’t shared with me what his intentions are with you, but if you’re trying to hook him, if that’s even a possibility, you got to let him take your ass.”
“Yes, I know. I’ve never had a dick as thick and as long as his. It scares me to death!”
“I know, I can tell. Your eyes give you away. When Sir Jace and I met all those years ago, I was intimidated by his cock, too. Once I made the commitment to surrender my holes to him, that changed everything. Once I started to consider myself his property, I let all that fear go. I know there are a million faggots who would kill to be in my shoes, I strive to keep my Sir happy in every and all ways. It is truly a blessing every single time he seeds me. It is a gift.”
“You are really amazing. I’ve never met anyone like you. All my friends are sluts with no direction. Maybe I need to think about what I really want out of my life, but can I ask you something?”
“Sure, you can ask me anything.”
“Don’t you get lonely? You have no phone, no internet, no friends. Don’t you miss all that?”
“No, I don’t miss any of it. My Sir is all I need. I used to have a phone, and access to the internet, all that did was get me trouble. How do you think I ended up getting my balls beaten with the riding crop! I have one friend, you saw it at the bar, Mr. Eddie’s faggot. My Sir allows me to talk to it from time to time. But phones, internet, friends, they are all distractions. I have so much to do in this house and so much to do for my Sir, I don’t have time for distractions. Focus is essential, at least for me.”
“I can’t imagine being cut off from the world like that.”
“It’s not like that. My family can reach me through Sir Jace if they need me. I talk to people at work, and I have my Sir. What else could I possibly need?”
“It just seems like so much sacrifice.”
“It is a commitment, not a sacrifice. I don’t feel like I’m giving anything up. I chose this life. Ok, well, I think we have run out of time for talking. Sir will be back before you know it and there is still so much to do. Can I trust you to switch the laundry over to the dryer from the washer? And if you don’t mind, please iron Sir’s clothes. There are hangars in his closet. I’ll dust and vacuum . Then we can both scrub Sir’s bathroom, make his bed and take care of dinner.”
“Sounds good, yes I can do that.”
Us two faggots worked in harmony and I think our Sir, had he been home to see it, would have been so proud of us. I reminded my faggot brother that everything we were doing was for our Sir. That seemed to motivate it, and it always motivates me.
When Sir Jace returned home around 5pm, my faggot brother and I were in the kitchen preparing g dinner together. I signaled to Sir’s fairy that he should show Sir respect at the door and ask how it may be of service.
As Sir Jace was taking off his leather jacket the fairy sprinted towards him, fell to his knees, hands behind his back and said, “Welcome home, Sir. How may i be of service, Sir?”
I observed from the kitchen. Our Sir took a quick glance over to me, nodded his head and smiled.
“Thank you, my fairy. It’s great to come home and see you so willing to please me. This is how a King should be treated every single day! Go get me a beer.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir. Thank you, Sir for allowing me to bring you a beer, Sir!”
I already took the cold beer out of the fridge and handed it to the fairy. Our Sir sat in his throne and the fairy handed it to him. Our Sir took a big swig. I watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down as he lifted his head. Then he set it down on the side table.
The fairy stood nearby and marveled at the majesty of our Sir.
“Fairy, my feet could really use a rub down after spending all that time in the car.”
“Yes Sir, right away, Sir.”
I was peeling potatoes as I watched the fairy untie Sir’s basketball shoes and pull them off. I was curious to see if the fairy would attempt sniffing our Sir’s socks before removing them. I know I have, and would have done it now had it been me sitting at our Sir’s feet. No, the fairy missed an opportunity to inhale our Sir’s socks, instead, peeling off each white ankle sock one at a time, revealing our Sir’s size 14’s.
I never noticed how small the fairy’s hands were, but I suppose it made sense given the size of its barely there micro-dick. The fairy seemed to enjoy this, rubbing his hands all over our Sir’s feet while he closed his eyes and relaxed, occasionally drinking more sips of beer.
I brought out a refill for our Sir and went back into the kitchen. I decided it would be a good thing for the fairy to have this time with our Sir, alone, knowing that tomorrow it would be going home.
I could see the outline of my Sir’s boner in his gray sweatpants. It was obvious he was wearing loose underwear as it tented, slowly springing upward as the fairy worked on our Sir’s feet.
“Look what you’ve done, fairy. You made my dick hard as a brick!”
The fairy looked up as he had been fixated on Sir’s feet. His mouth formed an “O”, his expression disbelief.
This would be the moment of truth, would the fairy grow scared, or would it continue and lean into the moment.
Their eyes met and my Sir said while moving his cock up and down, flicking it in his sweatpants, “it looks like my dick wants to come out and play, too. Take it out and put it in your mouth, fairy.”
The fairy rose to its knees and placed its hands on Sir’s waistband and pulled the sweatpants and briefs down and pulled them off completely.
The fairy leaned in and placed his lips on Sir’s helmet, then he opened his mouth and swiped his tongue across several times. Sir Jace leaned back, arms behind his head, eyes closed as the fairy used his mouth on that big Black dick, taking in more and more inches. I was beaming with pride watching the fairy. For the first time, I’d seen it fully commit itself to our Sir. There was no fear, the fairy looked relaxed, enraptured by our Sir.
Our Sir placed his hands on the back of his fairy’s head and pushed down just a little bit of pressure to help it swallow that cock whole. Once it had been achieved our Sir intertwined his fingers and held the fairy’s head down for many seconds before allowing it to come up for air.
I had to turn away from the scene to pay closer attention to the pork roast I was making. I’d seen a recipe on Americas’s Test Kitchen for a caramelized onion pork roast that entailed a Dutch oven, so as much as I wanted to watch, my priority was dinner.
It must have been 10 or 15 minutes later, and I heard the fairy groaning loudly, startling me. Reflexively, I looked over and I saw it bent over the sofa, my Sir’s hairy, beefy, muscled ass was pumping furiously into the fairy. Sir had one have pushing on the fairy’s back while the other on its hip.
“I knew I’d be claiming this ass today! Feels so good and tight on my big dick. Is this what you wanted, fairy, you wanted my big dick in your pussy today?”
“Yeessss Ssiir”, it hissed, elongating that lisp.
“Tell me what you want, fairy!”
“Please Sir, give me your big dick, Sir. I love it. Fill me up with that dick, Sir!”
“Oh fuck, yes, I will!”
Our Sir began to slam into the fairy even harder delivering a fuck that it will feel for the rest of the night if not for a few days. The fairy seemed to let go, no inhibitions.
“Ohhh yessss, Sirrrr! That feels soooo gooooddd, Sir!”
Our Sir smacked that plumpy white ass around adding red marks to what had already been imprinted there from last night.
Our Sir began to growl and roar.
“Here it comes, fairy! Take my nut! I’m gonna mark you, fairy, I’m bout to own this fucking ass!”
Then he roared, “grrrrrrrrrr grrrrrrr, ahhhhhhhhh oooooohhhhhh”, and his head pointed up to the ceiling all his muscles flexed, and he seeded the fairy, finally. Our Sir pulled off his shirt as he was so sweaty and fell onto the fairy’s back.
After our Sir’s cock slipped out, our Sir got on his feet. It was a test to see if the fairy knew to clean off his cock or not. The fairy didn’t move. Sir Jace smacked its ass.
“Get your mouth on this dick, fairy, and clean it up. There’s some cum on the floor, too! You should always make sure my cock is cleaned up after I breed you. No cum wasted, I made it all for you. A good faggot shows respect and gratitude by leaving no cum behind. You understand, fairy?”
”Yes yes Sir!”
The fairy spun around and licked up Sir’s cock until it was perfectly clean and then Sir pointed to the floor and the fairy licked that up, too.
“Thank you, Sir. thank you for allowing me to service you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, fairy. Hey faggot, is dinner almost ready? I’m hungry.”
“Yes Sir, I just need twenty more minutes, Sir.”
“Ok, I’m going to take a shower.”
I told the fairy to put Sir’s discarded clothes in the hamper and then I told it to go to the bathroom because we would be eating dinner and didn’t want Sir’s dining room chairs to stain from any cum that might decide to spill out of its ass.
After it finished, I asked the fairy how it was feeling as we set the table.
“I feel so light, like my body is tingling all over. I feel great!”
“That’s natural. It’s how I feel every single day, sex or no sex, it’s your body’s natural reaction. I truly feel us faggots are wired differently. When we are fully committed to service, it is euphoric. That’s what you are feeling now. If you weren’t sure you were a faggot, I don’t think there’s any doubt now. Our Sir said he was going to help you see this for yourself, and he did.”
“I can’t deny it. I tried to deny that I was a faggot for a very long time, but I’ve never been this happy. Look at me, I can’t stop smiling, I feel so good inside. Thank you, I know sharing your Sir with me this weekend must have been hard for you.”
“Nonsense! It wasn’t at all. My existence is to enrich my Sir’s life. If my Sir felt having you here this weekend was important to him, then it was important to me. This is what a life of servitude is. When you become a self-actualized faggot you realize the only need you have is to serve, there is nothing else.”
The fairy listened intently, absorbing my words.
Our Sir startled me, “dinner ready yet, faggot?”
“Yes, yes Sir. Please sit and I will serve you. I just need to slice the pork roast. Can I bring you a glass of white wine, Sir?”
“Yes faggot.”
“I can get that for you, Sir, so my faggot brother can slice the pork and you can eat your dinner faster.”
“You two faggots make a great team. Don’t think I didn’t notice how clean the house is. It’s nice to see you both working so well together.”
“Thank you, Sir.”, we said in tandem.
Our Sir invited us to join him at the table one of us at each side. We ate together and Sir Jace told me about his visit with his mother. She was very excited for our wedding and Sir told her about the Four Seasons.
After I served dessert, the fairy and I cleaned up the table and the kitchen while our Sir watched some sports on tv.
“Do you think our Sir would mind if I went to bed now, I’m feeling tired from a long day, and I have a sore hole.”
“I cannot tell you that, I don’t speak for our Sir. Go ask him yourself, don’t be afraid.”
“Sir, would you mind if I went to bed now, I am feeling tired and a bit sore.”
“You may, you did great today my fairy. I know I was a bit hard on you today, but I like to fuck my faggots hard, I wasn’t going to hold back. I wanted you to get the full faggot treatment. Get some rest and we can talk about what happens next tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for everything, Sir. I learned so much this weekend, Sir. I learned that you were right, Sir. I am a faggot, Sir.”
The fairy hugged our Sir and gave him a kiss good night on the cheek and then went into my room and closed the door.
“Faggot, come here.”
“Yes Sir. How can I help you, Sir”
“Sit down where I can see you, faggot.”
I sat on the floor near my Sir’s feet.
“I’m very proud of you, faggot. You did exactly as I asked. You were a great role model for the fairy all weekend. I know you had a large part in getting the fairy to see for itself that it is a faggot. I knew it all along, but I’m always right about these things.”
“Sir, you’re welcome, but I think you are the reason the fairy has seen its truth. A faggot needs someone to serve, Sir, and that was you.”
“So what do you think, faggot? Would you like to have a faggot brother around the house? I really like the fairy. I’m going to miss it.”
“Sir, this is not up to me. You are the man of the house, Sir. If you decide having another faggot in the house is what you want, I will support your decision, Sir. I love you, Sir, and I want you to be happy, Sir.”
“You make me so happy my faggot. Seeing you like this still makes my dick chub. Look for yourself.”
My Sir had changed into shorts and a tank top after his shower and there was no doubt that cock was already at full mast.
“Sir, look at that. You’re right, your cock is definitely very hard, Sir.”
“Why don’t we go to bed? I haven’t been in your ass for days!”
“Yes Sir, I’ll just check on the fairy first and I’ll be right there.”
The fairy was in a deep slumber, looking so peaceful. I quietly closed the door.
Sir was already naked on his bed. I slipped in to join him. My Sir rolled on top of me, kissing me like lovers do. I rubbed my hand ms over my Sir’s back, feeling those tight muscles. My Sir wasn’t playing. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders, elevated my hips, and shoved his face in my crack, slobbering, licking my ring until his tongue breached through my tunnel.
My hole was opening to my Sir’s will, my head cleared and all of my senses sprang to life. My Sir put two fingers inside me and played with my hole, slowly. Then he brought them to my mouth as he replaced them with his cock. I sucked my ass juices off his fingers while he filled me with that big perfect dick.
“Ohhh yes!”, I moaned under his spell.
My Sir put one of my feet in each hand and spread my legs out wide allowing for his cock to dig deeper into me.
I watched my Sir’s body began to sweat and glisten in the darkness, a sliver of moonlight shining through the curtains. I wanted to already my ass wide for him. I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled them back, lifting my hole higher, opening it even more, submitting myself to my Sir as he used my pussy hard. My Sir leaned down to drive his tongue into my mouth and I felt his body tense and then his big dick twitched inside me, releasing his essence, staking his claim to my body.
My eyes began to tear, I was so full of gratitude and joy.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you. I love you, Sir. I am humbled to be your faggot Sir, my King.”
My Sir spooned me, holding me close to him. I felt coveted by my Sir. I couldn’t help but think about how I had my Sir’s essence inside me, how lucky and fortunate I was to receive this precious gift. I could t wait to wake up the next day and serve him, my King, to show him just how much gratitude I have for him. I needed him to know l, to feel my devotion for him.
