The next morning was busy. Sir Jace and I needed to get to work, and so did the fairy. It was a flurry of activity starting with drinking my Sir’s piss. Sir was insistent we move things along to debrief the weekend before we went on with our respective days.
At the kitchen table, my Sir sat with his fairy to check in.
“So what are you thinking, fairy? Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Sir, I’ve learned some valuable lessons this weekend. I learned that in order to be my true self, to live up to my faggot potential, it may make others uncomfortable, and that caused me to feel ashamed. I learned that my shame has held me back. I leaned that letting go of negativity leads to success in serving you, Sir, that by always saying yes, living yes, has freed my mind, Sir. I learned that making the conscious choice to submit and to serve is essential to shine my faggot light. That when I make excuses, I’m am denying myself the opportunity to serve, denying you, Sir. I leaned how powerful gratitude is for a faggot; it is what motivated us faggots. I learned that I am, at my core, a faggot, and I have you, Sir, to thank. I learned that kneeling before you, to serve you, to obey your commands, Sir, is a tremendous luxury. I am so privileged to have had the honor of serving as your faggot this weekend, Sir.”
“When I asked you to come here this weekend, my goal was for you to see yourself the way I saw you. As a man, I have an ability to detect you faggots from a mile away. From the minute I shook your limp-twisted hand at the hotel, I knew. Now you know, too. Isn’t it a beautiful thing? I can see how you changed in just 48 hours. I’m very proud of you, fairy.”
“Thank you, Sir. I feel so different. I feel enlightened, Sir.”
“Well, you are glowing. I can see it. So, my faggot fairy I’d like to propose something to you. I’d hate to see you relapse after all the progress you’ve made. I want you to think about becoming my weekend faggot. That would mean every Friday after work, you would come here to serve me until Monday morning. You don’t have to answer me right now, I want you to think about it. Once you take this step, there is no going back. You play by my rules under my roof. You turn yourself fully over to me. I own every aspect of you and your life from Friday night to Monday morning. I don’t know much about your life and whether this arrangement will fit with it, but the offer is on the table. You have until Friday to let me know your decision.”
“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir. I will definitely consider this, Sir.”
We all hugged good-bye and sent about our days as we would on any Monday morning.
Of course, nosy Mr. Eddie came by to ask about our weekend with the fairy.
“Faggot, How did it go with that boy, Chris?”
“Mr. Eddie, it was fine. My Sir named it fairy so us faggots wouldn’t get confused.”
“That’s a perfect name for it. That faggot was light on its loafers. Did Jace put a lock on it?”
“Not yet, Mr. Eddie. We didn’t have one that would fit it.”
“What do you mean, that fairy has a dick as big as mine, faggot?”
“No, Mr. Eddie, the opposite. The fairy’s dick is barely visible, half the size of my small dick.”
“That’s funny, did Jace fuck it, try that fairy’s ass out? I know I would have.”
“Mr. Eddie, I probably said too much already. I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but I don’t feel comfortable talking about this with you. This is my Sir’s business, he’d beat me senseless if I say anymore.”
Mr. Eddie placed his hand on my shoulder.
“You’re a loyal faggot, a good faggot. I’m gonna make sure your Sir knows it. I shouldn’t even have asked you.”
“It’s ok Mr. Eddie. Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
I was bogged down with end of the month closing statements and didn’t come up for air all morning. I had brown bagged a lunch for myself and for my Sir, so I was surprised to hear his booming voice a little after noon.
“There he is, my man! You stud! How’d you manage two faggots this weekend?”
“Come on, Eddie. I’m not gonna talk about that here. Have some class! But, for your information, I did get the faggot to admit it’s a faggot. I told you, I can spot faggots anywhere.”
“You dog. Alright, I won’t make you spill the dirty details here, but I wanna hear all about it. I gotta know what it was like when you put that dick in its pussy.”
“Vulgar, Eddie, vulgar. You wanna grab a drink after work, I’ll take the faggot home and then meet you there.”
”Sure, but I don’t mind taking your faggot home, it’s on my way, and you don’t have to drive all the here and then to the bar.”
“Thanks, Eddie.”
I heard my Sir’s footsteps come towards me. I’d recognize that gait anywhere.
“Hey my faggot, how’s your day going?”
“Hello Sir. It’s been a busy morning working on closing out the month end books, Sir.”
“I came to rescue you. You wanna grab lunch?”
“Sure Sir. You didn’t like the lunch I made you, Sir?”
“I have it in the truck. We’re going to sit at the park again, you know, like last time.”
I know what my Sir meant. Last time I came back to work with cum breath.
“Sure Sir. If that’s what you want, let’s go.” I caught myself, I think I may have sounded a bit like I didn’t really want to go.
“It is what I want, faggot. That’s why I came to get you. You being smart with me?”
“No Sir, not at all. I’m happy to have lunch with you, always, you know that, Sir.”
“Then quit running your mouth and let’s go, faggot!”
I touched a nerve, I don’t know why. Maybe I gave off a bad tone.
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry if I upset you, Sir.”
My Sir gripped my shoulder and pulled me from my office, and dragged me to his truck. I had grabbed my bagged lunch along the way.
My Sir pushed me into the back seat of the truck and drove off in a hurry.
“Sir, I said I didn’t mean to offend you, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. Please, I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t want you to be upset, Sir.”
“I just didn’t appreciate your tone, faggot. When I come for you, you jump and ask how high. You hear me!”
“Yes Sir! Of course, Sir!”
“You killed my boner, faggot. What are you gonna do to make it up to me?”
“Sir, anything you want, Sir. Tell me how to fix it and I will do it, Sir. Anything!”
“You want to get me hard again, faggot?”
“I do, Sir! Yes, Sir!”
“You know what gets me hard, faggot?”
“Obedience, Sir. Respect, Sir.”
“Yes, obedience and respect always make me hard, but you what else makes my dick throb, faggot?”
“Submission, Sir?”
“Very close, faggot. Very close. I was thinking more along the lines of humiliation, faggot. Your humiliation.”
“Yes Sir, humiliation, Sir.”
We parked the truck in a fairly busy parking lot, there were other vehicles there filled with other people eating their lunches or just spending time in the park.
“I think I need to take a leak, faggot.”
“Yes Sir, I think there is a men’s room around the corner, Sir.”
“There is, faggot. Let’s go check it out.”
We exited the truck, and much to my surprise, my Sir had my leash in the front passenger seat. He secured it to my collar and walked me behind him until we found the men’s room.
My Sir didn’t care that other men were in the stalls or pissing at the urinals. There were five lined up on a wall. He pointed between two of them. I knew what that meant, he wanted me to squat between them.
A sick maniacal look came across his face. He fished his cock out of his pants and pointed it at my face. My Sir arced his heavy stream in my face. I opened my mouth to catch it but there was so much and my head and my clothes quickly soaked in his piss. I was drenched in it. There were three men that stood and watched as my Sir smothered me in his golden nectar. Two of them laughed and the other said, “what a sick faggot!”, and left.
My Sir shook his cock in my face then pulled on my leash and pushed me into a bathroom stall. He had me squat on the toilet and then he put his cock in my mouth. He was raging hard.
“You see what happens when you give me an attitude, faggot. Did you forget?”
“No Thir, thorry Thir”, I said with a mouth full of dick.”
“Hehehe, you are one sorry, faggot. That’s true. Now you show my cock just how sorry you are, faggot!”
I knew I had to give my Sir’s cock my best, to earn back my Sir’s good graces. Even though my eyes stung and I stunk from his piss, I couldn’t let that distract me. I opened my mouth wide and leaned forward. I went down on my Sir’s cock down to the base, tasting the potent and tangy piss from its slit. Up and down my head went like I was bobbing for apples. I wasn’t able to get the suction nor the force my Sir needed to get him off in this position. Normally he would have grabbed my head and skull fucked me, but with his piss all over me, he wasn’t gonna touch me with a ten foot pole. No, instead he pointed to the dirty tile floor and had me sit with my back flush to the wall. In this position, my head had nowhere to go, and he could fuck my face as hard he needed to get off. I'm sure other men in there knew what was going on in our stall. There was no doubt as my throat was assaulted. My Sir grunted and growled as he speared my throat down to the root and emptied his bull balls.
My Sir dragged me behind him as we left the men’s room and headed back to the truck. He left me tethered to a park bench and brought me my lunch.
“You sit here and let the sun dry you off. I don’t need to smell your stinky ass while I eat my lunch, faggot.”
I sat and ruminated over what just happened. I’d been the perfect faggot for five weeks, I helped mentor my Sir’s fairy, I’d done everything to the best of my ability. I tried to play back our interaction back at the office. What could I have said or done differently. Then it hit me, it was when I said “if that’s what you want, Sir,then let’s go.” Maybe I did said it with a questionable tone. Maybe I should have not said anything at all, and just went with my Sir to the park. Now I was going to have to go back to the office smelling like a urinal cake!
My Sir wouldn’t let me in the truck, he made me walk back to the office. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to walk in piss soaked clothes? I also stank like I hadn’t showered in a month.
As soon as I walked into the office Mr. Eddie and the other men in the office yelled at me to get out.
Mr. Eddie met me outside and asked what happened.
“Mr. Eddie, I made my Sir mad. I didn’t jump when he came to pick me up for lunch.”
“Well, I can see why Jace would have a problem with that, faggot. What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Eddie. I wasn’t thinking. Sir Jace said wearing his piss would remind me what happens when I disobey him, Mr. Eddie.”
“He is right about that, but I can’t have you working on the office smelling like this. Let me call him. I wanna see if I can take you home to shower and change. There’s a lot of work on your desk and I need you here.”
Mr. Eddie disappeared and a few minutes later, he reappeared.
“Ok, let’s go. I’m gonna take you home, Jace said he’d deal with you later. He said something about not wanting you to feel like you got off easy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Eddie.”
Mr. Eddie had me get in the bed of the truck and drove me home and sat in the driveway while I threw my clothes in the washing machine and took a quick shower and got dressed. Then we went back to the office to finish the day. Mr. Eddie fielded all the questions about why I was covered in piss, telling them the truth about what I had done. There was a time when I would have felt deep shame and humiliation, but not anymore. If my Sir felt pissing all over me was the right punishment for the crime, I agree with him. I deserved it.
At the end of the day, Mr. Eddie drove me home like he said and then went to meet my Sir at the bar.
I was left at home. I tried not to think about what my Sir had in mind for me. I busied myself with household chores. I reminded myself that service is in itself rewarding. I looked around the house to see what needed to be done. I filled a pail with water and began to wash the baseboards on my hands and knees. They were full of dirt and grime. Then I decided to clean the oven. Here were chores that needed to be done and it was the perfect time to do them.
It was almost 8pm now, for a work night, that was late for my Sir. No doubt he would have been slugging a few beers. I worried my Sir would drive home drunk.
Almost 9pm now, I decided to bake cookies in the clean oven. As I was mixing the batter, the doorbell rang. I was wearing only my jock but I didn’t think about that when I swerved the door.
A police officer had my Sir’s slouched body over his shoulder.
“Does he belong to you?”, he asked when I opened the door.
“Yes Officer. This is my Sir, Jace.”
“Well, your Sir really tied one on at the bar tonight. He almost started a brawl. I was going to arrest him for public disobedience, but he’s got friends on high places.”
“I appreciate you bringing him home safely, Officer. Thank you.”
“I’ll help you get him to bed. He’s going to be hurting in the morning.”
The Officer didn’t even say anything about exposed ass as we took my Sir to bed.
I walked the Officer out and went back to strip my Sir and tuck him in. Then I fell asleep next to him, thinking it might be a good idea to be nearby in case he vomited or needed something. I did bring a bucket and left it at his bedside.
I awoke early, I brewed black coffee, had some extra strength Tylenol ready with some water. I kneeled beside the bed and when my Sir’s eyes opened he groaned and held his head.
“Close the curtains, faggot! Ohhh fuck, my head hurts! Fuck!”
I closed the curtains and then my Sir grabbed the bucket and vomited. I emptied the bucket and brought him some water and Tylenol.
“Tell Eddie I’m not going in today and neither are you.”
“Yes Sir, umm Sir, may I have your passcode on your phone to call him, please?”
“Fuck no, absolutely not! Bring me my fucking phone, faggot!”
I ran and brought him his phone and he fumbled to make the call.
“Eddie, it’s Jace. I’m fucked up man. I ain’t gonna make it in. I need my faggot to take care of me.”
I heard Eddie getting loud and my Sir held his phone away from his ear. Then he hung up, rolled over and went back to sleep.
About an hour later, there was a knock at the door. It was Mr. Eddie. He had a box in his hand and a laptop.
“Faggot, we have to close the books this month. Everything you need is right here. Work from home today.”
“Mr. Eddie, I don’t know Sir’s wireless password and he’s sleeping.”
“Fuck that!”
Mr. Eddie marched into my Sir’s bedroom and shook him.
“Jace, what’s your fucking wireless password! I gotta get your faggot on the internet!”
“Ok, ok, it’s faggotsmustobeyme123 , all lowercase letters, now leave me alone!”
Mr. Eddie set the laptop up at the kitchen table and got me on the internet and into the VPN so I can access what I needed, then he left me to work.
Several hours later my Sir groaned and screamed out for me.
“Faggot! Faggot! Where are you?”
I ran over, “I’m right here, Sir, what do you need.”
“I gotta piss, faggot.”
My Sir stood up and pushed pulled down his briefs and I let him piss down my throat. It was horrid. The excessive alcohol was disgusting, but I powered through. There was so much of it, my Sir’s bladder was overfilled.
After we finished his piss, my Sir pulled up his briefs and walked out to the living room and reclined on his throne. I took him more Tylenol and then some hot black coffee.
By 3 or 4 o’clock on the afternoon, my Sir seemed somewhat coherent. He called me over to him.
“Yes Sir, I’m right here, Sir.”
“Look, I’m sorry for being a dick yesterday. I shouldn’t have pissed all over you, and I shouldn’t have tied one on last night. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. You’ve been a perfect faggot and even when I’m acting like a jerk, here you are at my side. I love you, faggot.”
“I love you, too, Sir. I never mean to upset you, Sir. I want to make your life better, Sir. That is my purpose.”
My Sir rubbed my bald head like a puppy and I went back to work and let him sleep off his hangover.
After I shut down I made my Sir a light dinner and then I drew him a bath. I soaped up my Sir, lit some candles, and let him relax in the suds. I helped dry my Sir off and helped him into his robe. Then I made him some chamomile tea as we watched some TV.
After the antics of Monday, the rest of the week went by in a blur, at least for me. I finished closing the books and it was a marathon up until the end, but of course, I balanced my Sir’s needs and the house.
It was finally Friday. My Sir called me at my desk and said we needed to talk, that he’d spoken to the fairy that morning and wanted to discuss over lunch what was said.
