Stories of The Slave Center The Nation's Leading Retailer of Trained Faggots _______________________
Master and His Pack Mule Part Fourteen: Epilogue
Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction containing fantasy descriptions of Male-male slavery, which may include sexual acts, BDSM and nudity. It is a intended for adults only. You must be of legal adult age to read this work. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
I have become the energy I am.
I am serving my Master and loving it. I am lost in a dream, or in a reality, that suits me. That tiny, seemingly meaningless sense of truth, of bliss, or whatever one may wish to call it, that I carried around within me for years, even decades, is now my life. I am happy and fulfilled.
I am kneeling before my Master, in his home. Master Matt had seen me reaching to stroke my cock, but He was mistaken. His slave was only reaching to scratch. Still, my Master Matt explained: "Nothing is uglier than a faggot with its hand on its cock."
"Master, yes, Master. Agreed, Master," I responded. I never stroke myself, though I get hard often enough.
Upon returning from His vacation, Master Matt explained to me, "I only want and need you to be yourself, fully and completely. A true and full faggot. Isn't that what I own?"
"Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master." I knew and accepted this more deeply than ever, given what I had experienced on Master Aidan's ranch.
It had been weeks since Master Matt had been on vacation and I had been on Master Aidan's ranch for those three fateful days. But Master Matt had arranged, via a long term lease, that I be placed on Master Aidan's ranch on weekdays and at Master Matt's house on weekends. Master Aidan had signed a lease agreement with Master Master to use me during the week and to pay Master Matt, my owner, for my services on Master Aidan's ranch. This pleased me, to be of service of both Masters in this way.
Master Joe provides my transportation between Master Matt's home and Master Aidan's ranch. When Master Joe was dropping me off at the ranch last Monday, an Overseer informed Master Joe of an opening with The Slave Center and suggested Master Joe should apply for it. The Overseer explained that The Slave Center does not hire based solely on experience or on previous mastering coursework. The Slave Center hires based on their sense of who you are. If you are the type of Man they deem suited for Mastery, then they may hire you and have you complete some training or coursework before reaching a higher level of authority. The Overseer, who had earned His Certificate of Mastery at the Los Angeles Slave Center, wrote a letter of recommendation for Master Joe and strongly encouraged Him to apply. And so He did, and thus began his career with The Slave Center.
For me, my coursework in life and slavery was now in more advanced stages, at least for me, and it had taken years and years to get here. Master Aidan's ranch was merely the culminating experience that lifted me over the edge of that high cliff from which we are all so afraid to leap. But leap I did, only to discover that I would not fall, that I was in no danger, that a track lay itself before me instant-by-instant to support my journey. And on I flowed, fairly easily and happily.
I discovered that the more I truly accepted my self, the better I felt about living and the better I served, and with greater satisfaction.
The more I felt my slavery, the more I felt my freedom.
The more I let go of old trappings, the more I loved.
The more I freely loved, the more I enjoyed life.
The more honest gratitude I felt, the more satisfying life became.
The more I was owned by a true Master, the more I was enabled to be myself and to live my truest life.
I am a slave, in support of a good Man and of authentic Men, who live in integrity, who take responsibility, who work to enable faggots like myself to be ourselves in safety, who enable us to feel accepted, valuable, useful, supported, loved, real.
A good Man's collar belongs around my neck. That's what makes my dick hard and my heart warm with the beauty of life.