With our wedding only eight weeks away, we had an appointment with Ofvincent at the hotel to discuss more about the table set ups, the band, food, etc. It was looking really good and told us how it and its “Boss”, have built a great relationship together. It sounded like Ofvincent was enjoying a life of service. I was so pleased to know that my faggot little brother was doing so well.
Speaking of a life of service, that Saturday morning Sir woke up in a naughty mood. After filling my hole with his seed, he stuffed it with that vibrating butt plug.
“It’s going to be such a fun day, today, my faggot. First we’ll go to see Ofvincent, then we’ll go out to brunch.”
“Yes Sir.”
Sir turned the vibrator on its highest setting.
“Owww, Sir!”
“Faggot, show me more enthusiasm. I said it’s going to be a fun day. You should be happy, not acting like a little bitch.”
“Yes Sir, it’s going to be a fun day. Sir!”
“Get your ass dressed before you set me off, faggot. I’m trying to have some fun with you and you act like I’m putting you out. Remember, you’re my faggot. If I want you to be happy, you be happy. If I want you to be my toy, you’re my toy. You got it, faggot!”
“Yes Sir!”
“Good, now go fix your attitude and when you come back out of your room I better see a smile on that face, faggot!”
“Yes Sir!”
My Sir had me sit in the back seat of his truck and at almost every red light, he looked in the rear view mirror and turned on that vibrator. It began to feel so good. My pants had a visible cum stain from my cock leaking.
“Hehe, I love watching you, faggot. You see, this is so much fun. I told you, and it looks like you’re enjoying yourself, too. Don’t you cum though, you hear me.”
“Yes Sir!”
So there we were sitting in front of Ofvincent’s desk. I tried my best to hide the huge precum stain on my jeans. When my Sir was in mid-sentence telling Ofvincent about his catering expectations, he multi-tasked, and set the vibrator off. My hands moved away from my lap, and I groaned.
“Hehehe, you see how excited my faggot is about this wedding, Ofvincent? Its practically cum in its pants!”
“Sir Jace, you are terrible. This is definitely something Boss would do to me if given the chance.”
“I’ll be sure to suggest it. I haven’t seen Vincent in over a month. It would probably be a good idea to check in with him to see how taking on a faggot is going. Ofvincent, you have him call me, ok?”
“Yes Sir, I will. Is there anything else you wanted to talk about today? I think we have your table arrangements all set, we know where the band will set up, we covered off on your meal options. We can meet in a few weeks to talk about flower arrangements, and other last minute details.”
Another gentleman entered the room as Ofvincent was finished speaking.
“Everything going alright in here, Chris?”
“Yes, Mr. Prince. Let me introduce you to Mr. Jace and his fiancé, Richard.”
“Nice to meet you. Actually, this is my faggot, nobody uses his birth name anymore. Ofvincent has been very helpful with our wedding preparation.”
“I’m sorry, who?”, Mr. Prince asked.
“Ofvincent. He belongs to Vincent, his Boss. We haven’t called him Chris in months. Men do not call faggots by their birth names.”
“I see. Well, let me leave you to it. I’m glad you’re being well taken care of.”
Sir Jace never laughed so hard.
“Oh, this really is the best day ever. Look at how red you are Ofvincent. My dick is getting so hard right now. The look on your face is epic!”
“Sir…I’m not out at work.”
“Well, come on now, there’s no putting you in any closet, Ofvincent. Even a blind person can see you’re light in your loafers.. I think what you meant to say is nobody knows you’re a faggot, but even that is obvious. You have a lock and a collar around your neck. I hate to break it to you, but I didn’t out you, you outed yourself.”
“Right, Sir.”
“One thing I can’t stand is a faggot who isn’t proud to be one. Don’t hide who you are, Ofvincent. Let the world know you are an owned faggot. Faggot, tell Ofvincent how liberating it was for you to tell your family, your coworkers, strangers in the street that you were my faggot. Remember all those times I had you walk up to people and tell them I owned you. It was one of the best things I ever did for you, wasn’t it, faggot?”
“Yes Sir. Not only was it liberating, Sir, it was affirming. It was a step in a long process of losing any shame, any ego, and dignity I had. Look at me now, I wear your collar proudly, I wear your name on my chest proudly, I wear your name on my ass proudly. I am very proud to be your faggot, Sir!”
“You see that, Ofvincent. Now watch this. Faggot, you see that lady over there sitting in that chair. Walk up to her and tell her you’re a faggot, then point to me and tell her I own you.”
“Yes Sir.”
I walked over to the lady.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to let you know, I’m a faggot. That man right there owns me, his name is Sir Jace. Thank you for your ti…oh fuck!”
Sir Jace had turned on the vibrator right as I was going to walk away.
“Do you want me to call the cops on you, you pervert! Get away from me!”
“Yes ma’aa..aaahhh”.
My Sir was sitting there behind the glass laughing so hard.
When I returned to Ofvincent’s office, it was horrified. I’m sure it just wanted us to disappear or that it wanted to disappear. Sir Jace sure was wicked sometimes.
“Alright, I think we better go now before Ofvincent dies of embarrassment. Let’s go, faggot,”
Sir Jace and I left Otvincent and went to brunch at a new restaurant in town. Sir had me on the edge of orgasm once again, that butt plug vibrator was evil, an object that could bring so much pleasure and so much discomfort shouldn’t be legal.
I was pouting once we parked the truck. All of these ruined orgasms were making me upset.
“Oh, why the sad face, faggot? I’m just having a little fun, you know I work so hard all week, the one day I wanna relax with you, you act like a brat.”
My Sir affixed the leash to my collar and walked me through the parking lot to the restaurant. I’m not sure why, but being tethered to my Sir like that changed my sour mood. Here was this God of a man proudly displaying me as his faggot, and I stood tall, my chest out, and I smiled wide. I realized I’m the luckiest faggot in the world,
I saw people laughing and pointing at me, a couple of men said under their breath, “fucking weirdo”, and “fucking fag”, but I didn’t let them bother me. I am what I am, and I’m good with that.
Once we were taken to our table, my Sir removed the leash and draped it over the empty seat next to him. As a show of respect and humility, I knelt down and kissed my Sir’s boots before taking my seat.
“I see you have changed your attitude, faggot. That wasn’t so hard, was it, faggot?”
“No Sir.”
“I need to know why? What went through that faggot brain of yours?”
“Sir, it was when you leashed me, I realized I’m the most privileged faggot on earth. You are my King, Sir, you are everything to me, Sir.”
“You know your place, faggot, and you are the luckiest faggot on earth, don’t forget it. Faggot, my dick is so hard right now. I really like parading you around in public. You know why?”
“Yes Sir, because you are superior and command respect when you walk into a room, Sir.”
“Exactly, faggot. I own you, and I want everyone to know it. It warms my heart that you walk behind me with a confident swagger, unabashedly. You stopped giving a shit about what other people think. I’ve trained you so well, you only give a shit about what I think, as you should. I like the attention it brings when I flaunt my power over you.”
“Yes Sir, of course you do, Sir.”
A cute young waiter came by to take our order.
“I’ll have the eggs Benedict, home fries, bacon, and rye toast. I also want a mimosa. The faggot will have a short stack of pancakes, a scrambled egg, and white toast. Bring it a glass of apple juice.”
“Thank you, Sir”, I said.
The waiter stared at me, and saw the leash, and blushed. I wonder what he was thinking.
“Hehe, did you see that boy blushing, faggot?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I bet you he’s a faggot, too. You know I can spot your kind anywhere. Speaking of faggots, it really bothers me that Ofvincent is ashamed of itself. Any ideas how we can help it?”
“Sir, in my humble opinion, his Boss has to help it fulfill its potential. When I was coming out as a faggot, I was so afraid and desperate I’d lose you if I didn’t accept myself. You encouraged me to tell my colleagues, my family, strangers, to shout it out loud, eventually, all the shame I held disappeared.”
“That’s right, faggot, and look at you now. I’m so proud of you. I think I’ll have Vincent over tonight. Maybe he doesn’t know Ofvincent is holding back?”
“Yes Sir.”
When our waiter came back with our drinks, my Sir couldn’t resist.
“What’s your name, boy?”
“I’m Eric, Sir.”
“How old are you, boy?”
“I’m 19, Sir.”
“You have a boyfriend, boy? You’re cute.”
The waiter turned so red and didn’t answer.
“You’re not out yet, are you, Eric?”
“No Sir.”
“That’s alright. You don’t have to worry, boy, your secret is safe with me.”
“Sir, I need to go. I have other tables.”
“You’re dismissed, boy.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Hehe, you know that boy is gonna get off tonight thinking about me.”
“Sir, I think you frightened him.”
“I am sure I did. I think it freaked him out that I knew he was a homo. Haha.”
“Sir, he’s young, he has time to figure things out.”
“Yeah, but I’m gonna get that boy laid. You’ll see.”
“I have no doubt, Sir.”
“Are you ok with our wedding plans so far, faggot? You can tell me if there is anything you want to change.”
“No Sir, everything is perfect, Sir. Thank you for asking.”
“All those times you sucked off or bent over for that geezer, Mr. Coleman has really paid off. You keep doing that for the next two months and we can splurge on a fantastic honeymoon!”
“Yes Sir, I will, Sir.”
My Sir guzzled down that mimosa and when our waiter came back with our food, he asked for another one.
“Boy, bring me another one.”
“Yes Sir.”
“My faggot and I are celebrating. We’re getting married in two months.”
“Congratulations, Sir.”
“Maybe one day a man will come and sweep you off your feet, boy. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
“Yes Sir, I guess.”. That poor kid was red as an apple now.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed boy, my faggot and I aren’t judging you.”
“Can I go get your mimosa now, Sir?”
“I told you, faggot, this boy is also a faggot! You see how it is asking me for permission to do its job? Yes, boy, get my mimosa.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Sir, you’re gonna make that kid cry.”
“No, I’m telling you, that faggot is gonna rub its clit raw tonight, that’s what it’s gonna do.”
The waiter brought over the mimosa and my Sir turned in the vibrator again, I was squirming in my seat.
“Are you ok?”, the boy asked.
“It’s fine, boy. I’m just playing with it. I put a vibrating butt plug up its ass after I fucked and bred it this morning.”
The boy’s eyes went wide after hearing that and his face once again red as a beet.
My Sir turned off the vibrator so I could eat.
“Boy, does it turn you on to see my faggot on the verge of a public orgasm? I’ve been edging it for hours. It can’t touch itself because I’ve caged its little clit of a dick. I bet you have a little clit of a dick, too, don’t ya?”
“Sir, please, my boss is right over there. I don’t want to lose my job. Can I just go? I have other tables.”
“Sure, you can go, just tell me if you have a little clit. That’s all I want to know.”
“Yes Sir, I have a tiny dick, ok, are you happy now?”
The waiter walked away, defeated. My Sir always gets his way.
“I knew it. I bet that faggot’s little clit is less than two inches. It won’t matter, it’s gonna be just like you, taking dick in all its holes, hehehehe.”
My Sir was loving this unexpected encounter with the cute young waiter. He’s always such a flirt.
“I wonder if that boy has even popped its cherry yet? I’m gonna find out when it brings us the check.”
“Sir, with all due respect, don’t you think you’ve taken this far enough. You’re making him uncomfortable.”
I was zapped hard and squirmed in my chair. People sitting around us were looking at me.
“Do we need to call an ambulance?”, one of the women sitting near us asked.
“No, no, it’s fine. My faggot was just misbehaving. I’ll take care of it.”
Sir Jace turned off the vibrator.
“Did I ask you for your opinion, faggot?”
“No Sir.”
“No, I did not! I’ll decide when and if it’s enough. You’re lucky we are in public or I’d put you over me knee and take the cane to your ass!”
“Sir, I’m s…ohh fuck!”
I was zapped again before I could say sorry.
“Faggot, you almost said the word that I hate more than anything. All you needed to say was “yes Sir.”
“Yes Sir!”
“You certainly know how to ruin my fun, faggot. Are you trying to ruin my day?”
“No Sir.”
“I suggest you keep your mouth shut then. For the rest of the day you only speak when I tell you to, I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth!”
The waiter came back with the check and put it face down on our table.
“Boy, I have a question for you.”
“Yes Sir.”
“You still a virgin?”
“What, huh?”
The waiter was really sweating and red as a tomato now.
“I think you heard me, boy!”
“Sir, I don’t have to answer that. I don’t even know you.”
“You want me to call your manager over and tell him you’re a terrible waiter and get you fired? I will, I never make a false threat. If you tell me, I’ll double your tip.”
“Fine, Sir. Yes, I’m still a virgin”
“I knew it, but you’ve sucked a few dicks haven’t you?”
“Sir…please.”
My Sir raised his hand up to call for the manager.
“Yes! Yes, I’ve sucked a couple of dicks. Please, can I go now.”
“One last question, answer it honestly.”
“What, Sir?”
“Did you swallow?”
“Yes Sir, I did. Please stop.”
“Ok, I’ve had my fun messing with you.”
The waiter ran my Sir’s card through the machine and my Sir added a tip and signed.
“Come on faggot. Time to go home now. You have chores to do.”
My Sir kept turning the vibrator plug on and off as we walked to the car. Then in the car he set it on low/medium, just right and once again my jeans were soaked.
“Oh Sir, I can’t take it anymore, please!”
My Sir cranked it up high until we pulled into the driveway.
“Didn’t I tell you not to speak, faggot!”
“Mmm hmmm”, I groaned.
“I’ll show you, faggot. You’re just pissing me off today.”
Sir opened the front door and I stripped naked.
“Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back, faggot! Don’t you fucking move or say another damn word!”
My Sir went into his office and walked back out with a thick roll of duct tape. He unrolled a big piece and placed it over my mouth.
“Go do your chores. I’m going to the gym, faggot. I’m gonna invite Vincent over later. I want this house spotless when I get home.”
I nodded my head.
When my Sir left I was very upset with myself. Why did I have to defend the waiter? I’m always getting into trouble. I decided to throw myself into my chores. I changed the sheets on Sir’s bed and did laundry. I vacuumed, I wiped down the kitchen counters, and scrubbed both bathrooms, I made sure there was plenty of cold beer, I even started to prepare dinner. I went from one task to the next without a break. I was sure my Sir would watch me on his phone since he had cameras in every room.
When Sir finally came home I helped him take off his shoes, his sweaty socks, and his gym clothes. I placed them in the laundry and wanted to sniff them so badly, but instead I started my Sir’s shower and laid out clean clothes for when he was finished showering.
I brought him a beer when he sat on his throne and turned on the basketball game.
“Set a plate for Vincent. We’re having a talk tonight man to man. You can serve us dinner and make yourself scarce. I’ll call you when I need you. Now turn around, time to take out this plug.”
I was wearing it all day and it was beginning to get uncomfortable. I bent over and moaned into the duct tape as my Sir yanked it out and handed it to me.
I went to clean it and after washing my hands, set the table for two. I made a beef and broccoli dish with fried rice.
The doorbell rang just when I was finishing in the kitchen. I dropped everything to answer the door,
“Hey faggot. Cat got your tongue?”
“Come in Vincent. Have a seat.”
“Why you have your faggot’s mouth taped up, Jace?”
“I got tired of listening to it talk. It was annoying me all day.”
“Yeah, I can see why you’d do that. I’ve put a ball gag in Ofvincent’s mouth when I want it to shut the fuck up, or I’ve stuffed my gym socks in its mouth.”
“We have to do what we have to do to keep our sanity. Sometimes keeping our faggots in line is hard work.”
“Hey faggot, bring Vincent a beer!”
I did, and I pointed to the dining room table hoping Sir would get the message that dinner was served.
“Jace, I think it’s trying to tell us that dinner is ready.”
“I think you’re right. Come here faggot.”
My Sir ripped the tape off my face.
“You may eat in the kitchen, and if I hear one word out of you I’m not only gonna tape your mouth shut, I’m gonna tan your hide!”
I ran off frightened by the threat.
I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.
“Vincent, I asked you to come here tonight because I’m concerned about your faggot.”
“Why? What happened, Jace?”
“My faggot and I went to see Ofvincent to work out some wedding details. I discovered it has yet to come out as a faggot to the public or its family. In fact, it was so ashamed when I called it by its name in front of its boss, I’m afraid that while your faggot is ashamed of itself, it won’t serve you to its fullest potential.”
“Wow, Jace. Thanks for letting me know. I guess I hadn’t thought about that.”
“Well, this is still new to you, Vincent. You’re still learning.”
“So what do I do about it, Jace?”
“There are many things you can do, it just depends how far you want to go? You could start small. Make your faggot tell strangers on the street it’s a faggot. Threaten it that you will punish it or kick it out of your house if it doesn’t comply. Fear is a great motivator for faggots. I used to have my faggot FaceTime me so I knew it wasn’t lying to me.”
“That sounds so humiliating.”
“It is to us, but faggots shouldn’t have humility. In order to truly serve and obey, we’ve got to eliminate their humanity. Once you have it telling strangers, then it’s ready to tell its colleagues and boss. Again, I made it FaceTime me.”
“Jace, that is wild. Your faggot wasn’t fired?”
“No, there were some problems, but I went down to his job and straightened it out. His boss was so afraid of me, he pissed himself! Now my faggot works with me, well, for my friend Eddie, so there’s always someone watching it, 24/7.”
“That’s awesome. I should see if my job is hiring? How do I know what it’s doing all day?”
“You need to make it check in with you every few hours, Vincent. A faggot as cute as Ofvincent is ripe for the picking!”
“You have a good point. I need to do that.”
“You do. I think once you break your faggot’s spirit, that’s when it’s time to get the family involved. Have them over for a meal and tell them in person that their son is now your faggot. There’s no going back after that. Ofvincent will have nothing to hide. It can finally be free to serve you fully.”
“Thank you, Jace. I feel like I have a lot of work to do. It’s not going to be easy.”
“No, it won’t. Your faggot will try to resist. You need to stay strong, do you know how many times I had to spank, paddle, flog, cane, and whip my faggot into shape? Getting your faggot to let go of its self-pride takes time and perseverance. You can’t be soft.”
“I’m going to start first thing tomorrow, I gotta take care of this right away.”
“You do, and I’m always happy to help anytime.”
“I’m so lucky to have you as a mentor, Jace.”
“Hehe, you are. Would you like anything else, Vincent? Another beer or dessert?”
“Both if that’s ok?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Faggot!”
I ran into the dining room and bowed.
“Clear the table and bring us another round of beers. What did you make for dessert? You may speak to answer the question.”
“Apple pie, Sir.”
“Bring us some pie, too.”
“Jace, you’re so lucky to have a faggot who can cook. Ofvincent is a work in progress.”
“In many areas, it is. It will develop in many ways over time, you just have to keep pressing it to do better, to do more, to do it’s best. Eventually, it will, and you’ll see how wonderful it is when it gets there. You will see your hard work and it’s hard work will pay off.”
After Vincent left my Sir called me over to his throne.
“Kneel, faggot!”
I knew I was about to hear all about how I disappointed my Sir today. I knelt and looked at a spot on the floor, afraid to look him in the eyes.
“Faggot, do you think it makes me happy to tape your mouth shut?”
“No Sir.”
“No, it doesn’t. You really pissed me off today. I’m beyond disappointed. I know you know you were way out of line today.”
“Yes Sir”, I whispered.
“What was that, faggot?”
“I said, YES SIR!”
“What do you think I should do to you, faggot? What’s the right course of correction in this situation?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”, I wasn’t about to suggest anything too crazy, but I knew it was going to be more than just this lecture.
“You don’t know, faggot? Well, you can’t say I didn’t give you an opportunity to choose your discipline, so now it’s up to me to decide.”
I was sweating so badly I felt my pits dripping.
“I’m making you nervous, aren’t I faggot? I can see you’re sweating and you won’t even look at me.”
“Yes Sir.”
“It’s a good thing I still make you nervous, that I make you quiver in fear.”
“Yes Sir.”, I said meekly.
“Stay right here, faggot!”
My Sir left and came back with a wet bar of soap.
“Open your mouth, faggot, and stick out your tongue!”
Sir Jace rubbed the bar of soap all over my tongue, making sure to get it nice and foamy, and all around my mouth and even coated my lips. It was horrid and I gagged.
“I should have done this a long g time ago, faggot. Maybe next time you will think twice before offering an opinion I never asked for.”
I couldn’t even respond, the soap on my mouth was awful.
My Sir moved towards the living room wall.
“Crawl over to me for the next part of your discipline, faggot.”
My Sir pulled a quarter out of his pocket and held it against the wall.
“Stick your tongue out and hold this quarter right there, faggot!”
I did.
“You face this wall for the next hour and God help you if you drop this quarter! You hear me, faggot? One hour!”
“Uhh huh”, as all I could manage.
This was much worse than the cane. That would have hurt more but it would have been over faster. I had to stay on my knees for a full hour with a soap filled mouth. I had plenty of time to think about what I had done. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. I had no business defending that waiter and I did know better.
I was staring at the wall for a long time, lost in my own thoughts when I heard my Sir switch from watching basketball to porn.
I imagined him stroking his beautiful dick on his throne, wishing that my tongue was holding that instead of this filthy quarter. Staying on my knees was harder than it sounded, keeping my tongue in position to hold up that quarter wasn’t easy either.
I must have been doing this for over thirty minutes when I head Sir Jace’s footsteps lumbering towards me.
“You’re half way through, faggot. I guess this was too easy for you. You know I was sitting over there stroking my dick and I was asking myself why I was beating off when I have a faggot to use right in front of me. Then it hit me, that since this was too easy for you, I’d make it a little more challenging. I’m gonna fuck you and you’re still gonna keep that quarter against the wall, and if you drop it, you’re gonna go to bed tonight with a striped behind!”
My Sir spit a few times into his hand and rubbed it all over his cock and knelt behind me. I tried hard to stick my ass out a little bit while keeping my tongue outstretched.
I felt my Sir’s cock poke through my ring and slide inside me to his balls.
“I’m not going to be gentle so you better focus, faggot!”
My Sir wasn’t gentle. It was as if he wanted me to fail so he could take the cane to my ass. Sir gripped my hips and began to rail into me. I tried in vain to hold up that quarter but I moved my head and it dropped to the floor.
“Ohh no, faggot, you lose the game. After I finish fucking you, I’m gonna get ya real good!”
My Sir used my hole like a cheap whore, impaling his mighty cock deep and hard, battering my hole over and over again. My face was flush against the wall, my Sir held onto my neck and piston fucked me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna shoot, faggot! Take my load! Uhhh uhhhh, ohhhhh fuck! Yeah! Ohhh man!”
My Sir pulled his cock out and I could feel some seed spill down my taint onto my balls.
“Time for the last part of your discipline, faggot! Fetch me the cane!”
Is there anything worse than being told to go get the instrument that will be used to beat you? The cane always looks so harmless…until it’s not.
I passed the bamboo cane to my Sir who was now back on his throne. He tapped his thigh which meant I should lay over his lap.
I wasn’t even comfortable yet when the first strike hit me square across my buttocks.
“Owww!”
“Ow? Really, faggot? I haven’t even started yet!”
Hearing that came whir through the air and land on my ass was probably music to my Sir’s ears, but certainly not mine. Each strike caused a biting sting worse than the last. I was sure my ass would be striped like a candy cane by the time my Sir was through with it.
I was holding back tears but when Sir began to go at my upper thighs, the dam broke and I began to wail like a baby.
My Sir is a total sadist. Seeing that he broke me, he continued to go hard on my thighs and then one more round of twenty to my ass. It hurt so much.
“Get up, faggot.”
I was slow to move but I did get up and didn’t dare to stand up, I knelt and looked at the floor again.
“I’m going to bed, you’re sleeping in your room tonight. No more dick for you. Good thing for you is tomorrow is another day and a chance to redeem yourself. Good night, faggot.”
