A Faggot's Place
by dj
Copyright 2009 / All Rights Reserved. Any commercial use expressly forbidden.
A faggot holds a very unique place in society. I know because I'm a faggot. And I'm honest about it. That wasn't always the case. In the past I would pretend to be a man to the outside world, then secretly search out dick in secret. But two years ago I met the man I now belong to and he has worked hard to break down my silly pretenses about being a man and get me to accept the faggot in me, openly and honestly. This is my story.
About two years ago I walked into the gym directly from work. I was wearing my usual power suit. I went to the gym religiously. Not so much to be in perfect shape, but more to work out the stress of the day. You see, all day long at my law firm I pretended to be a man. I was dominant, I gave orders. The Alpha Male. Only, it was all phony. Pretend. Because I knew inside that it didn't feel right for me to make decisions, to be in charge. I would have a hot young stud intern I was bossing around and all I could think about was him ordering me to my knees and face fucking me like a whore in a video. So, at the end of the day I would be so stressed out from pretending all day long to be a man that I'd have to come to the gym and sweat it out of me.
Now, back to the day that I met my man. I was coming into the locker room just as a very hot man, around 25 years old, was stepping out of his underwear. And I got a bird's eyes view of his incredible face, muscled body and fat cock hanging between his legs. There were four or five other men in the room.
Well, I guess I stared too long because he said "you likin' my cock, dude?"
To which a couple of the other guys snickered and the others just stared to see my reaction.
I said "I'm not a fag, man.".
And he strolled over, still naked, dick swinging and slapped me hard across the face. My ears rang.
He said "that's not for staring at my dick. That's for lying about being a faggot".
The he walked back and began dressing.
One of the other men said "dude, you're just gonna take that?"
And the stud who slapped me said "of course he is. He's a faggot. Only a faggot would let a man disrespect him like that and not fight back".
Then he walked over to me, smiled and tousled my hair and walked out of the locker room. Then one of the other men said "dude, you have a major hard-on in your shorts. Did you get off on that?"
And that's when I realized that, despite the humiliation (or, because of it?) I was very turned on by the treatment I had just received.
I walked onto the gym floor and began my workout. Toward the end of it the man who'd slapped me in the locker room walked up.
I guess he could see the apprehension on my face because he smiled and said "relax, man. I'm not gonna hit you again -- unless you lie to me again. Just be honest with me and we'll be okay".
"Yes, sir".
He smiled again and said "see, you're already learning your place, faggot. A faggot always respects a real man and addresses him properly. Why did you call me, sir? I bet you don't even know, do you?"
I shook my head negatively.
"It's because it came naturally to you. I'm the man and you're the fag and when you begin to accept what you are, things just naturally happen as they should".
He began to walk away.
"Sir?", I said.
He turned around. "What do you want, boy?"
"Well", I said. "If you don't mind, would you be willing to get a drink with me and explain more about the differences between a faggot and a real man?".
He smiled.
"Meet me at the front entrance in twenty minutes. And you pay".