I eventually fell asleep but it sure was restless at best knowing Sir Jace had confiscated my phone last night. I don’t know what possessed me to download Grindr to begin with. It’s not like I’m meeting any of these men that hit me up. I do enjoy looking at the profiles, sometimes I see pics that are arousing and sometimes I engage in some flirtatious banter, but don’t we all.
I was more worried about some of the pics Sir Jace might see. Yes, there are many pics of me in various states of undress, pics of me sucking dick, taking dick, taking fists, taking a severe flogging, videos, too, all dated prior to my recent stint as Sir Jace’s personal faggot. There are also plenty of cock pics and body shots of men that I’ve collected over the years.
It was a weekday morning, so I didn’t have time to waste on what might happen. I had to shower, shave, etc., and then see to Sir’s needs.
I peaked into Sir’s bedroom and he was already in the shower. This will mark the first time in many weeks that I hadn’t drank his morning piss. I saw my phone right there on the nightstand but knew better than to touch it.
I fetched the newspaper from the sidewalk and brought it into the house. I ground coffee beans to brew and made strawberry pancakes and bacon. I then packed Sir’s lunch.
Sir strolled into the kitchen in his briefs and bathrobe and smelled divine, but the look on his face was anything but that.
Sir Jace set my phone on the countertop, took a sip of coffee, and spoke loud and clear.
“I no longer trust you, faggot. Your phone was the last freedom I let you enjoy and now that freedom is gone. I removed Grindr from your phone and all of those lewd pictures and videos have been downloaded to my laptop and deleted from this phone. I took the liberty of closing your phone account. Since I know everything about you, it was quite easy. Your phone is now on my account. I have parental settings on your phone so you will no longer be able to look at any smut. The only contacts on your phone are mine, your mother and your sister. The only texts or calls you make are these, I’ll know if you accept or make any calls to anyone else because I can access my phone account at any time. I’ll also know where you are at all times, you will never turn the phone off until you are home. When you arrive in my house, I will be checking your phone every day when you come through this door to be sure you haven’t fucked up. That’s what happens when you fuck up, faggot. Actions have consequences, this is yours. Fuck with me and I’ll release one of your videos to your job, or your family, or both. Have I made myself clear, faggot?
“Yes Sir, yes my King!”
Sir Jace ate like a bear, retreated to the bedroom to dress for work, grabbed his lunch bag and thermos of coffee and left me. I stared at my phone, knowing I deserved this. I did this to myself and have only myself to blame.
I tidied up the kitchen and dressed for work. All day long I chided myself for being so insolent the last couple of days. I was jealous of Sammy, and careless with my phone. I started to wonder what it would take to completely devote my entire self to meeting Sir’s expectations and making him proud of me every day, not just occasionally.
I had caught up on work tasks and had a little time to kill. I decided to craft a Declaration of Dependence and dedicated it to my one and only Sir.
I wrote the following testament:
I am, and commit to being your faggot, Sir. As such I commit to ensuring your environment is always well-kept, your food is prepared with fine quality ingredients and served with devotion. Your health and wellness is my priority.
I am, and commit to being your faggot, Sir. I will ensure all of your household chores are always completed. Cleaning, laundering and ironing, cooking, grocery shopping, picking up your dry cleaning, taking out the trash. Making your life hassle-free is my priority.
I am, and commit to being your faggot, Sir. I will satisfy your sexual needs. I will never refuse a blow job, I will always be prepared for a deep fuck. I will always be your piss bucket, day or night. My holes belong to you, I am your property. Serving as your sexual outlet will always be my priority.
I am, and commit to being your faggot, Sir. I will never speak unless spoken to or asked to respond to your question. I will stay out of your way. Serving you silently and effectively will always be my priority.
I am, and commit to being your faggot, Sir. I will behave according to faggot standards. I will always refer to you as Sir, or King. I will open doors for you and pull out chairs for you. I will never interrupt you, speak over you, or offer an opinion. Serving you obediently, is my priority.
I am, and commit to being your faggot, Sir. I will refrain my jealousy and envy. I will willingly accept and submit to any punishment or discipline at your whim and discretion. Serving you selflessly is my priority.
I am, and commit to being your faggot, Sir. I wear your collar and cage as a badge of honor. I submit my body to you fully and wholly. Any body modifications you feel appropriate are agreed upon by me. Serving as your faggot is my greatest honor, my King.
Writing these words was very cathartic and reinforced my commitment to my Sir, to my King. I printed off a copy and texted Sir that would be going to the market to buy dinner and I’d be home soon.
I bought some salmon to make with some wild rice and spinach. I also bought a nice bottle of white wine to go with it.
When I stumbled into the house with two bags of groceries, Sir was already in his throne watching ESPN. I dropped the bags at the door, and bent down to kiss his socked feet and started sobbing.
“I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m so sorry. I know, I have been out of line recently. I am going to do better, you’ll see, Sir!”
“What’s all this? Stop groveling. A man gotta eat. Get your faggot ass I to the kitchen and make my dinner! I ain’t got no time for your sorry ass!”
I picked up the grocery bags and went about the business of cooking dinner. I left the printed copy of my personal faggot manifesto on the table next to Sir’s dinner plate and called him in.
I pulled out Sir’s chair and after he settled in I poured a glass of wine and just as he went to sip it, his eyes caught the printed paper.
“What is this, faggot? A Declaration of Dependence?”
“Yes Sir!”
“I can’t wait to read this after I eat. I gotta read this horseshit on a full stomach, faggot!”
I was gutted but hoped he’d come around after reading it. I poured my heart and soul into writing it.
After finishing dinner, Sir went back to his throne with my sheet of paper, but first rolled a joint and lit it before he picked it back up. It seemed to draw some interest as I watched from afar. Then he set it down.
“Come here, faggot!”
I didn’t speak but walked over to him, nervous about what he’d say next.
“There’s a lot of words in here, faggot. I want to see action. I want to see you live up to these words from now on. I’m going to copy this paper and frame it so you will see it hanging in every room in my house.”
I did not speak, it did not feel like an invitation.
“You left out something though. You want to know what it is, faggot?”
“Yes Sir”
“Of course you do, faggot. You failed to include your financial commitment to me. I control your money, you missed that. In a way you can say you serve as my cash faggot. Why did you leave that out, faggot?”
“It was an oversight, Sir. I did not do it deliberately.”
“Write it in, I don’t care if it’s handwritten, there are pens in the kitchen drawer.”
I hand wrote the part about serving as Sir’s financial faggot and allowing him to control my finances, willingly, then I signed and dated the paper as did Sir Jace to serve as witness.
“Very good, all good. Whose faggot are you, tell me…!”
“I’m your faggot, Sir! You’re my King, Sir!”
Sir opened the front door and said, “walk down to the sidewalk and scream it out from there. I want the entire block to know that you’re my faggot!”
Sir Jace was really becoming more animated by the second. He washed from the front door as I walked about 20 meters away and screamed aloud, “I’M YOUR FAGGOT SIR AND YOU ARE MY KING!”
“Again!”
I was commanded to say it louder each time and after the 5th my lungs were feeling stressed.
In our little city block neighborhood of houses, I was well within earshot of neighbors so opened their doors to see what all the commotion was about. I was more concerned about pleasing Sir Jace than I was about any them calling the police.
Sir called me back into the house and pushed me down to my knees. He pulled his shorts down to his thighs and commanded,
“Open your mouth, faggot!”
Sir Jace began pumping his erection into my throat.
“Take my dick, faggot!”
Sir Jace pushed me back so my the back of my head was flush with the back of the sofa. There was no where to move, I was pinned down by Sir Jace’s throbbing hard cock fucking my face.
“Open your throat, faggot!”
I took a breath as I hadn’t been expecting Sir Jace to use my mouth hole so violently. I fell into a trance and thought about the specific words I wrote about serving as Sir Jace’s sexual outlet and surrendered my throat to him. Sir Jace gripped my chin and the top of my head, holding it in place as his hardness slid between my lips, his balls beating up my chin.
“Fuck yeah, swallow my fucking cock, faggot!”
Sir Jace pulled his cock away only go grab my arm and pushed me to the bedroom. I was placed on my back with my head slightly hanging off the side. Sir Jace held a hand over each ear, using my throat as his fleshlight. My neck craned to meet his full-throated thrusts. Throat slime began to drip copiously down my chin, coating Sir’s bull balls.
Sir leaned forward, burying his eight plus inches into my throat, now holding on to the back of my head. His trimmed bush in my nose. I felt my throat spasming around his dick.
Sir Jace pulled his cock out of my gullet and it was wet, it was angry, it was beautiful. With just a few strokes with his own right fist, my face began a canvas for the strings of hot cum that painted it. I pushed my tongue out, too wanting to ingest my Sir’s essence. There was so much of it, my vision blurred in my right eye. Sir Jace’s orgasms are always intense.
Sir used his semi-hard cock to smear his own spooge all over my face and then fed it to me, sticking his cock into my mouth.
Sir tucked his cock back into his shorts.
“You look good with my load all over your face. Don’t wipe it off, faggot.”
In my vow of silence I did not respond. I went to work. I cleaned the kitchen and felt his cum drying on my face. I wore his seed with pride. I had made some brownies for dessert. I cut Sir a nice-sized piece and brought it to him.
I knelt next to his throne as he ate it bite by bite. I began to think about how lucky I am to be Sir’s faggot. He is a real Alpha stud, a man who deserves my devotion. I leaned downward, my face to his feet and kissed them.
When Sir Jace had finished his brownie, I went back to work, slicing another hefty piece for Sir’s lunch the next day.
Sir Jace picked up his phone and made a call. I wasn’t prying, but I could hear Sir Jace’s side of the conversation.
“Just checking in with you, Eddie. Did Sammy make over yo your place today?”
“Great!”
“Oh that’s good to hear!”
“I told you the boy has potential.”
“Great, great!”
“Yes, he needs to work on that.”
“I’m so happy for you, Eddie.”
“Let’s meet up tomorrow after work to celebrate.”
“Yes, I’ll bring my faggot along.”
“Good night, Eddie.”
It sounded like Sammy and Eddie hit it off. Not my business, I wasn’t going to ask.
It was getting late and we both had work in the morning. I had turned down Sir’s bed thinking he would be retiring for the night. When I reappeared, Sir Jace had a Cutker X video on. Sir Jace always reminded me of Cutler X with very similar features and body type. Cutler was railing a twink from behind.
I walked a little further into the living room, careful not to intrude, and Sir Jace had his dick out. He was definitely stroking it.
Once Sir Jace saw me glancing, he called me over.
“Get my dick wet and sit on it, faggot.”
I bent down to slobber over it knowing traffics be only live I’d get, then I stood with my back to Sir’s front and began to slide my hole downward, my feet planted to the floor until I’d reached bottom.
Sir Jace wrapped his arms around my torso as he thrusted upward inside of me. His fingers twisted my nipple with one hand and the other gripped my ballbag.
Sir Jace ground his cock inside my fuck hole before gripping my hips and literally making me fuck myself in his pole.
Sir Jace pushed me off and now I was parallel with the tv, bent over my hands wrapped around my ankles as I was taken from behind. Sir Jace gripped my right shoulder and my waist and held me tightly as his cock jackhammered my fuck hole.
“Don’t move, faggot. I’m gonna fucking cum up your faggot ass! Gonna give you my Black babies, faggot. Gonna knock your ass up, faggot! I’m cumming, oh fuck, fuck take my cum, faggot!”
Naturally, I cleaned Sir’s cock off and with that last orgasm, Sir Jace stretched and yawned and said he was ready for bed.
