I was at my desk pouring over a spreadsheet when my phone pinged.
“GM faggot”
Ever since I’ve outed myself as a faggot in public I no longer feel embarrassed by it. Jace has taught me to be even more proud to be his faggot, to own it. I’m at the point where I’d select “faggot” as my gender identity as I no longer consider myself a real man. That’s a title for a man like Jace who uses his penis to penetrated locked faggots like me.
Seeing that word displayed on my phone screen brings joy to my heart.
“GM, Sir”
Jace sent me an image of his hard cock.
“Want my dick?”
“Always, Sir”
“You know the rules, u gotta earn it.”
“Yessir”
“U told ur family u a faggot?”
“No Sir”
“Want my dick?”, he asked again. Followed by another dick pic this time his hand wrapped around it.
I think my I licked my lips at the sight!
“Always Sir.”
“Call me”
I called him right away.
“Faggot, call your mother. I want to hear you tell her you’re a faggot.”
“Seriously Jace?”
“That’s Sir to you and if you ever want to get my cock up your ass again you will do I as I say. I want you to hear you say it. Let’s practice now. Go on, say I am a faggot”.
“I am a faggot”, I murmured.
“You’re gonna have to say it louder than that. Remember what I told you. Be proud, don’t be ashamed of living your truth. Now, say it again, louder.”
“Yessir. I am a faggot!” I said louder knowing others around me could hear.
“We know”, I heard a few of my coworkers shout back.
“Very, very good. You’re doing great. Now, let’s do it for real. Call your mother for me.”
I merged the calls as Jace and I heard my mother’s cell phone ring.
“Hello son, is everything ok? You never call me during the day.”
“Yes mother, everything is fine.” My hands began to sweat. “I just needed to tell you something.”
“I already know you’re gay, is there something else? Are you sick?”
“No mother, I’m not sick. That’s not why I’m calling.”
“Then what is it. Just tell me already and stop being so dramatic!”
“Ok, ok. It’s just that I wanted to tell you that I’m a faggot.”
“A what honey, I can’t hear you.”
“I’m a faggot mother. I’m a faggot!”
“Oh, I see. Well, I’m glad you’re not sick, that’s a relief. I’ll tell your father so he also knows his only son is a faggot. Good-bye son!”
“You did it! See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Sir, I do not think she took it well and now she’s going to tell my dad.”
“No, you are. You’re going to call him next. And then your sister.”
“Why are you making me do this?”
Jace’s voice grew firm and terse.
“I’m doing this for you, fucking faggot. I’m trying to teach you to be proud of who you are and you’re questioning me? You must not want my dick bad enough!”
“I do! I do, Sir!”
“Then you have two phone calls to make. Let’s go…NOW!”
I dialed my father’s digits and he picked up quickly.
“Why are you upsetting your mother with this nonsense. She said you told her you’re a faggot? Is this true?”
“.Yes father, it’s true. I am a faggot!” I found courage to say it proudly.
“What does that even mean, son?”
“Dad, I have a relationship with a man who is dominant over me. I am his submissive.”
“Alright then, I think I don’t need anymore explanation. Just be careful. Listen, I have to run to a meeting now. We can discuss this another time.”
That was my father’s way of ending our conversations when he was uncomfortable so I am used to it.
“That was much better, you really put your heart into it.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“One more call to make and then you can have your special treat. And, wait to you see what I have for you. You’re gonna love it!”
I dialed my sister’s phone and she picked up on the first ring.
“Hey faggot!”
“Hey sis, I guess mom told you?”
“Yeah, I can’t believe you told her.”
“I need to live my truth. I’m a faggot and I don’t want to hide it any longer.”
“So, you have a Dom then?”, she asked.
“Yes, he does!” Jace stated in his deep authoritative voice.
“Ummm, who’s this?”
“I’m Sir Jace. Your brother is my faggot. I’m teaching him to accept himself for who he is.”
“Oh shit. Like this is some heavy kinky shit. Nice to meet you Sir Jace. Maybe we’ll meet in person sometime. Rich, I gotta run, call me.”
“Very good. Now your entire family knows you’re a faggot. Soon you won’t need my cock to entice you, you’ll see. See you tonight.”
I sat at my desk replaying what just happened in the last 10 minutes. I outed myself as a faggot to my parents and my sister. My locked cock was straining painfully. My Jace knows the worse the humiliation is, the more turned on I become. This was more humiliating than anything else he’s ever asked me to do before. There’s no turning back now.
I spent the rest of the day in a state of arousal knowing I’d be feasting on Jace’s Alpha cock soon enough. I also wondered what it was that he bought me.
When I knocked on his door at 7pm, he opened it. He was wearing jeans and his construction boots, no shirt. Looking so amazing, as always. I bowed my head in submission.
“Come inside and sit down.”
I sat on the sofa and Jace walked over to me with some things in his hands. He placed a small box in my hand. When I opened it, it was a silver metal collar, there was a large silver charm that spelled out “FAGGOT”. It was quite large. The collar locked from the back.
“Let’s try this on. I think it will fit you perfectly. Now you can wear this every single day and when you see yourself in the mirror, you’ll have a constant reminder of who you truly are. And the best part is so will everyone else. You’re gonna display yourself to everyone that you meet. Isn’t that great?”
“Ahhh, sure. Thank you, Sir!”
“Excuse me? Show me some gratitude! I buy you a gift and this is how you act? You better fix yourself. I know you can do better than that.”
“Sorry, Sir. Yes, I love it, Sir! I will wear it every single day. Thank you, Sir!”
“I hope you mean that. We will see. Now open the other box.”
It was a black t-shirt that said, “LOCKED FAGGOT” in white block letters and an image of a chastity cage.
“Take off your shirt and put this on. I want to see you in it.”
I took off my plain t-shirt and put on the new one.
“I love it on you and your new collar. Come on, let’s go get a drink down at the bar and show off your new shirt.”
Sir Jace grabbed his shirt which read “KEYHOLDER”, in white block letters and an image of a key and padlock.
“You like my shirt, faggot?”
“Yes Sir!”
“I knew you would. Come on, let’s go. Did I tell you we’re not going to the gay bar. Nobody there will bat an eye at you or our shirts. No, that won’t do, I picked out a straight bar not too far from here. We can even walk there.”
Sir Jace grabbed his keys and we left out his building onto the street. I walked behind him and let him lead. Pedestrians passing by definitely noticed our shirts. A couple of teenage boys pointed and laughed at me and shouted, “Faggot”, at me. My dick once again fighting for erection, but continuously denied.
We entered the bar full of heteronormativity and Sir Jace sauntered to the bar and had me stand behind him as he sat and ordered us beer.
He placed a can of Bud in my hand, his favorite brew, and said, “you should mix and mingle, meet new friends. You see that couple over there?”
“Yessir”
“Introduce yourself. Don’t use your name, tell them who you are, what you are.”
“Sir? Aren’t you afraid we’re going to get tossed out of here?”
“Do I look afraid to you? I have no reason to be afraid and neither do you. Now if you want to suck my dick later, you will march right over there and do as your told. I’m tired of you always questioning me. If we were alone surely I’d smack you around but we’re not so I won’t. Go over there and make me proud.”
Sir Jace swiveled his chair around so he can watch me walking over to the couple he had pointed out. When I approached them, both their heads turned to me.
“Can I help you?”The gentleman asked.
“No, sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to introduce myself. It’s my first time here. I’m a faggot, actually, his faggot”, as I pointed to Sir Jace. My cock was dripping now I was so humiliated.
“Fucking pervert. Don’t bring your sick kinky shit here. Get lost!”
I hung my head in shame on my way back to Sir Jace.
“Wasn’t that great? You got to tell your truth. Don’t be sad, faggot. It’s his problem, not yours.”
When Sir Jace accentuated the word “faggot” as he spoke to me at least six heads turned in my direction. Sir Jace was really enjoying this. And I was, too. Public humiliation is big kink for me.
When I turned around I was surprised and shocked to see my very own sister walking in my direction .
“There you are my faggot brother!”
“How did you know I was going to be here?”
“Sir Jace told me. He found your my number on your phone and we’ve been texting. So good to finally meet you in person.”
Sir Jace turned and patted the empty seat next to him. “Please have a seat. So lovely to meet you”
“So how long you know my brother?”, she asked.
“For years, and it so good to see him living authentically now. I’m so proud of him.”
Sir Jace looked over to me and his face frowned because I was slumping my shoulders.
“Stand up straight. Be proud! You can do better, faggot!”
I could tell I was gonna get a talking to later, in private, and possibly face discipline if I didn’t adjust my posture and my attitude. I stood up straight and pushed my shoulders back and chest out. Sir Jace admonishing me in front of my sister and calling me a faggot was epic.
“I always bossed him around when we were younger and he’s three years older than me. I could sense even then he enjoyed it when he was told what to do. I’m not surprised by this at all. He’s so lucky to have you in his life to guide him.”
“Thank you. In the last few weeks he’s been on a tear telling everyone he meets, even his coworkers, that he is a faggot. It was time to tell the family. You all needed to know.”
“So you really have a lock on my brother’s penis? I guess I won’t be getting any nieces or nephews. I guess I never thought I would because I knew my brother was gay a long time ago. I caught him jerking off to gay porn in his bedroom many years ago.”
Oh my God, I thought to myself. How utterly degrading that my own sister saw me jerking off and now knows I can’t even do that if I wanted to.
“Probably a good idea to keep that cock in a lock. He spanked his monkey a lot back then. Serves him right that he can’t do it now.”
Sir Jace and my sister really had many laughs at my expense as they chatted it up. I stood quietly behind them occasionally sipping on my beer. My useless cock continuously straining in its confines.
It was finally time to go. My sister said goodnight. That same couple I’d walked up to earlier was still there. Sir Jace took me by the hand and moved us both toward them.
“Don’t you have something to say to this handsome couple, faggot?”
“Good night, sorry to bother you earlier.”
They did not say a word as I think they were shocked by us, it wasn’t usual for a dom and his locked faggot to invade this straight space.
We returned to Jace’s place and once the door had shut he pulled out his cock from his jeans and it fell out of his boxers.
There it was, the object of my deepest desires and fantasies. The cock that had bred me hundreds of times, brought me to breathtaking orgasms.
“You disappointed me tonight, faggot. I expected more from you and you really failed. You get a good look at my cock, faggot. Get in there and take a good whiff.”
I kneeled and leaned in and took a deep breath. I became heady.
“Look at me!”
I looked up to his eyes.
“You didn’t earn the right to suck my dick tonight. You go home now and think about how you gonna make this up to me. You imprint my dick in your stupid faggot brain and know this dick isn’t given away for free. You gotta do as you’re told if you wanna get this dick, you gotta earn it. Here I am wearing a shirt announcing to the word that I’m your Keyholder and you cowered. You embarrassed me in front of your sister!”
Sir Jace slapped me across the face and then put his dick back in his pants.
“Go. You better not text me until you fix your attitude and have a good plan worked out. You understand me, faggot?”
“yessir. I’m so sorry Sir!”
“Yes, you are! Go!”
I walked home teary eyed knowing I’d disappointed Sir Jace. I chastised myself for my bad behavior and promised myself I’d wake up tomorrow with a better attitude and a plan to win Sir Jace back.
