No more shot, faggot. You gotta really want this dick. I saved it just for you, but you gotta earn it today.”
And so I sit and wait, anxiously, to learn what Jace will ask of me today. Jace’s cock is like air to me. I can’t imagine living without it. I’ll do anything.
“Yessir. I’m so sorry about yesterday.”
“You should be. You fucked up. But I’m feeling generous. You get 2nd chance. Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“You know I can’t live without it. I live only to service your cock. I your cock down my throat. I love it up my pussy. I love it when you fill me with your cum. I love worshipping your cock. I can’t imagine my life without it, Sir.”
“You’re such a faggot for my cock, slut. I wanna fuck your pussy good tonight, but you gotta earn it.”
“I know, Sir. I’m sorry about yesterday.”
“I know. You gonna show me how sorry you are?”
“Yessir”
“Good faggot. What are you wearing now?”
“Dress shirt and pants for work”
“Grab a marker and write “sorry” on the across the front of your shirt. Do it now and send a pic.”
What the fuck? How would I explain this to anyone?
“Sir? To work?”
A couple of dick picks to entice me came through.
“Do it or no dick for you.”
I found a black marker, unbuttoned my white button down dress shirt and wrote “sorry” in large letters across the front. I put it back on and snapped a couple of pictures and sent them to Jace.
“Good faggot. You send me pics every 30 minutes until lunch at your office. I want to see you wearing it or NO DICK!”
I thought perhaps I could wear a sweater and cover it up?
“Stupid faggot, no covering up. No scheming or NO DICK!”
“What do I say if anyone asks me why I’m sorry?”
“Tell them the truth.”
“That I tried to deceive you?”
“Yes. Get to work. Go now.”
I walked out of my condo with my white shirt clearly marked, “SORRY” scrolled in large letters across it. As I drove to work my caged cock leaked thinking about the public humiliation that would certainly follow. Knowing Jace was taking great joy in this also turned me on to no end.
I parked my car and headed towards the front entrance. Already I could see people making faces at me, laughing and pointing. By the time I made it to my desk my face was pure red from embarrassment, but my cock was still leaking.
I snapped my first pic and sent to Jace so he could see I made it to work and still wearing the shirt.
“Haha, good faggot. Remember, if you want this tonight do as you’re told.” Then yet another cock pic was sent and I drooled.
30 minutes later, another text.
“Yo”
“Yessir”
“Walk around your office and say good morning to five people. Show off your shirt proudly.”
“Sir? Really?”
“Do it. Now. Maybe I’ll take your cage off tonight.”
Ohhh fuck. Jace is good at this game.
“Ok”
It is most unusual for me to talk to anyone on my office. I tend to keep to myself. My pits and palms were sweaty when I stood up and quickly went down the row of cubicles and said good morning to the first five.
I got some seriously strange looks as I expected.
In the way back to my desk my boss saw me and put his hand up.
“Hey, what is that about?” Pointing to my shirt. He said it loud enough for others to hear.
“I’m sorry, Jay.”
“I can see that, but why the shirt.”
“Well, I uhh, I ummm, well you see I did something bad last night to someone that I care about. He said if I was truly sorry, I should show it.”
“Interesting, quite interesting. As long as it’s not distracting anyone from doing their work you can wear it.”
“Thank you, Jay.”
While I never came out to Jay he must know I’m gay and everyone in the office thinks I’m the office faggot anyway. They let me be for the most part.
That interaction was so uncomfortable, but it was worth it.
I reported back to Jace.
“Mission accomplished, Sir.”
“How did it feel?”
“Degrading and exhilarating at the same time. I feel liberated.”
“That’s my good faggot. Text me when you go to lunch”
The next few hours were uneventful. I texted Jace.
“Lunch time.”
“Walk to McDonald’s. Order a happy meal and tell the cashier you’re sorry.”
WTF? I’d have to walk 5 blocks to get there wearing this shirt!
It isn’t common to see a man wearing a crisp freshly dry cleaned white shirt with “sorry” written across the chest. Dozens of people stared and glared, laughed, and pointed fingers.,a could have guts in their thirties called me a “faggot” as I walked by them. The entire experience was incredible. The ridicule was obvious and I loved being the object of their attention, I won’t deny.
I had to stand in the line for about 10 minutes and then I started to hit record on my phone.
“Can I get a hamburger happy meal, please, and oh yeah, I’m sorry”the cashier laughed when she saw my shirt and said, about what.”
Out of nowhere behind me Jace appeared.
“Go on, tell the nice young lady why you’re sorry, faggot!”
After getting over that Jace called me a faggot in front of all these people nearly made me cream my pants.
“I deceived my Master, Jace”, I said.
“Yes, you did. And now you’re sorry.” The cashier and Jace laughed as she processed the order.
Jace dragged me to a table in the corner after my meal was prepared. He sat across from me and pressed his large foot on my cage and squeezed down on it hard, crushing my nuts and then released.
“You having a good day, faggot?”
“Yessir”, I said
“I bet you are. Haha.”
Jace then sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
“Go on, feel how hard my dick is for you right now. Don’t be shy.”
I reached down and pressed my palm into Jace’s crotch. It was hard as brick.
“Mmmm nice.” I said.
“I know you want some of this dick and you keep it up and you’ll earn it.”
“Yessir.” Being so close to Jace, his superiority, was overwhelming. I could smell him, my asshole was twitching and I was sweating profusely.
“You see that table over there with those four construction workers?”, Jace asked.
“Yessir”.
“Go there and tell them why you’re wearing this shirt. You tell them what you did to me.”
“But, but, what?”
“Take your hand off my cock and go there. NOW!”
When Jace raised his voice the men turned their heads in my direction anyway. So I got up and walked over.
“Good afternoon guys. Sorry to bother you. I’m wearing this shirt today because I offended that man over there yesterday. Im his faggot.”
They just laughed at me as I walked back to the table where Jace sat, smug and amused.
“How did it make you feel to tell them you’re my faggot?”
“Proud, Sir.”
“As it should. Alright I’m gonna go on and get out of here. I have stuff to do. You keep being a good faggot for me and I’ll fuck you til you can’t sit right. You want that, right?”
“Yessir, always.”
Jace left me there and I finally ate my lunch and walked back to my office.
Around 3pm another text came through.
“Yo”
“Yessir”
“You do this last thing and my dick is all yours, and I’ll even take your cage off tonight.”
“Yessir”
“Get a marker, write “faggot” under “sorry”. It’s time everyone knows exactly what you are. You were so proud to tell everyone at McDonald’s.”
I didn’t respond. This was too much to ask. Then Jace sent me more dick pics and a full frontal with his massive chest exposed. I melted. I needed to have him.
“Yessir”
I found a red marker and write the word “faggot” in large letters and snapped a pic and sent it to Jace.
“I knew you’d make me proud. Good faggot. Now go make some copies or go piss, make yourself visible. Take vid.”
I did need to make some copies anyway so I got up and walked across the floor to the copy room and held my phone up to record my movements. Some old lady stopped me.
“Hey, what does your shirt say?”
I lowered my arms with the papers so she can clearly read my shirt.
“Sorry faggot?” What does that mean?”
“Ummm nothing it’s ok.”
I walked away and made copies and walked back and set the recording to Jace.
A few minutes later, he responded.
“Nah bro, you gotta own what you are. You go find that woman and tell her exactly why you’re wearing that shirt and record it. I want proof. Do it and you get the dick down of your life tonight.”
Oh fuck, now had to go roam the floor to find her and explain my shirt! How did I get here?
“Yessir”
I began to walk around the office, phone in my hand. My coworkers glaring at me with varying looks of disgust and wonderment. I searched for a few minutes and there she was sitting in a cubicle.
I began to roll the video.
“Hi ma’am.”
She looked at me.
“I didn’t answer your question earlier about my shirt. You see I upset my Master last night so I’m wearing this shirt today to show him that I’m sorry for what I did. IM his faggot. Have a good afternoon.”
I walked away, once again feeling liberated and free. It’s like every time I say it out loud, I grow more comfortable with it.
I sent the video to Jace right away.
“That’s a really good faggot. See, that wasn’t so hard. You gotta own your truth. You earned this dick today, you really did. Come over at 7 and get your reward.”
“yessir. Thank you, Sir!”, I responded excitedly.
The next installment will entail the details of the epic dick down and a little about the unlocking of my cock.
