Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2008 06:39:08 -0800 (PST)
From: callibrn <callibrn@yahoo.com>
Subject: understanding my submission part 8

"Hey fag," Mr. Ericsson always greeted me on the phone that way. I blushed,
but it made me smile and I immediately felt like my day was going to be
good because I knew I would be serving his needs. Ever since I had realized
who and what I was, I was happy. I had not been happy like that since I was
a kid. Everything made sense to me since I had started working with
Mr. Ericsson. It was a great thing he had done for me, and I did what he
told me to do because I wanted to thank him so much for setting things
right for me. Making me face the truth about me and realizing I was a good
boy, and could be satisfied and happy just accepting that truth.

"I need you to come to my work, boy. I have something for you. When will
you be here," Mr. Ericsson asked?

"I will be there soon Sir. It will take me about half an hour," I let him
know. Mr. Ericsson sometimes had me stop by his work. I loved it because it
meant I was going to service his cock and I would get to taste his load. I
needed his load regularly now. I somehow got a craving inside me if I
didn't get to service his cock every few days. I knew it was because I was
a faggot, and I accepted it, but still didn't fully understand it. But the
thing was it no longer mattered to me to figure everything out. It was just
part of me and that was okay, I knew it and accepted it, and since I had
done that, life was just better in general.

"Good boy, you get going and be here soon," Mr Ericsson laughed then hung
up the phone.

I got myself ready and hit it out the door. I needed to get to Mr
Ericsson's work and take care of his needs. When I got to his store, Mr
Ericsson had a customer there. He was a tall dark-skinned man. They were
talking low and I did not initially hear them. I knew better than to
interrupt Mr Ericsson's business. After a couple minutes Mr Ericsson
acknowledged me and asked me to come over to where he was.

"Steve, this is one of my good customers, Stan. Stan, this is the guy I
told you about, Steve," Mr Ericsson made the introduction. I lowered my
eyes, not knowing exactly what Mr Ericsson had said about me and stuck my
hand out to shake. The man grasped my hand and I felt a strong energy from
him. I looked up and he was smiling broadly at me. He had a strong grip.

"You can call me Mr Williams," he told me.

"Yes Sir, Mr Williams," I replied. "Very nice to meet you Mr Williams."

He laughed. I could feel my ears turn red and I lowered my eyes again. I
guessed that Mr Ericsson had said something to him about me.

"He looks like he will do fine," Mr Williams was speaking. "Seems
obedient. Just give him the details and what I expect," he added. Then he
and Mr Ericsson shook hands and he left.

"Get behind the register, boy," Mr Ericsson stated. "You know the drill."

I did know "the drill" as he called it. When I visited Mr Ericsson at his
work, I was to sit behind the counter where he dealt with customers and
rang up purchases. There was usually enough space under the counter for me,
and I was to service Mr Ericsson's cock from that space. He wanted release
during the day sometimes, and knew I could be flexible with my schedule and
he made use of it.

"Good boy," Mr Ericsson acknowledged me as he always did, when I did as he
told me. "You are going to help Mr Williams with some of his housework,
boy." He was unzipping the fly of his pants as he stood at the counter. His
cock fell out of his pants and in front of my face, where I quickly took it
in my mouth and began preparations for having my face battered by his dick
by licking it up and down, moistening the full length of his shaft so he
could slip it in and out of my mouth with no problem. This was the first
time Mr Ericsson had told me I would be doing something for one of his
friends.

"Mr Williams needs some cleaning done. You will do whatever he says,
boy. You will do for him as you would do for me. He is a man, and you know
serving a man is good for you," Mr Ericsson stated what I knew now to be
obvious.

"Yes, Sir. I will go and clean for him," I answered, knowing it would give
me pleasure to do a good job for Mr Williams. I was nervous thinking about
serving another man, but knew it was what I had to do. It was exciting to
think that a man knew what I was and would use me but I was scared about it
at the same time. It was new to me to be able to face what my place was to
men, instead of avoiding it as I used to do.

"Good boy. Now, suck me, faggot. Take it all the way in your throat," Mr
Ericsson calmly instructed me while impaling me on his stiff dick.

I would never have willingly shown up at a public place like a store and
sat under a counter sucking a man's cock just a few months ago, I thought
to myself. But here I was and it felt right and natural to be here now. I
was no longer bothered or afraid to be doing it because I had been shown by
Mr Ericsson that it was what made me a good boy and that being a good boy
was what made me feel best. If a customer came in while I was under the
counter, Mr Ericsson just stuffed his cock back in his pants and I was
quiet until the store was empty and then I would take his cock out and go
back to servicing him.

After three or four interruptions I was finally able to bring Mr Ericsson
to a climax and he shot his load into my mouth, feeding me with his
load. It felt so good to serve him and get rewarded at the same time. I
don't know why it took so long to understand that I needed to serve a man
and receive his load.

"Boy, you listen to me and you relax," Mr Ericsson began. "You are a good
boy, a good fag. You have learned your lessons well so far. Just relax, and
listen to me now. Relax and listen because you know, I know, what is best
for you. You know that you are a good boy, so just relax and listen to my
instructions. You will hear my instructions boy, relaxed and easy. Like a
good boy. You will hear them and understand them boy. Such a good boy. You
will do as I say for now boy. You are my faggot for now boy. Going to be my
good faggot, aren't you, boy?"

"Yes, Sir, I am a good boy now," I replied. I knew Mr Ericsson's voice was
soothing me and taking me to a relaxed state where he would teach me more
about myself. I could remember everything he said now, but I enjoyed the
sessions because I was so relaxed and could think clearly about his
instructions. I could think about them and add them to what I had learned.

"It is time for you to begin serving other men boy. You belong to whatever
man needs your service. You serve all men who decide to use you, boy. You
are a good boy and you know this to be true. You serve all men and they
will use you for many things boy. You know how to tell the good from the
bad, and you will never let a man hurt you, but you have to serve men, boy,
it is your life and what you were created to do. You are a good faggot,
boy, and need to serve men"

Mr Ericsson continued talking, "You have served so many men boy already in
your life, so do not fear this, boy. You will be a good faggot, a good girl
and do as they instruct you to do, boy..."

Mr Ericsson gave me several instructions and I left feeling very happy and
looking forward to going to help Mr Williams over the weekend.

***

I showed up at Mr Williams' place ready to do whatever he told me to do. I
was nervous but knew I needed to be there. When I rang the doorbell, Mr
Williams greeted me and led me into his apartment. I saw immediately it was
a mess. Mr Williams told me to strip, as I knew he would. I had been told
to wear a jock strap under my clothing as that would be all Mr Williams
would want me to be dressed in while I cleaned.

"OK, faggot," Mr Williams said. "Here are my rules. As long as you follow
them we will get along fine.

1. You are to call me Mr Williams or Sir unless otherwise instructed. If I
have friends come over you are to address them by the name I introduce them
to you. It will vary from person to person, so I expect you to listen and
follow direction. If I take you out during the day, you will address me in
the same manner as in this home.  2. You are to sit when you use the
bathroom. You are a faggot, and in my house a faggot sits to use the
bathroom, just as a woman would.  3. I don't care what you may or may not
want, boy. You are a bitch around here and will do as I say. Any
disagreements with my directions will be met with punishment. If I ask your
opinion, give it, otherwise do not offer it, but do as I tell you.  4. The
last rule, is that I reserve the right to make more rules or change the
ones that exist, but I am sure you know that.

Yes, Sir, Mr Williams," I told him. So with that introduction, I began to
clean Mr Williams home.

"Good boy," he replied. I reddened but felt immediately comfortable with
him and knew I was indeed being a good boy taking care of his apartment. I
began cleaning in the kitchen because that is where Mr Williams wanted
cleaned first so he could cook dinner later. I worked hard and Mr Williams
seemed to appreciate it. He would smack my ass as he passed me between his
office space, the bathroom, the kitchen, wherever he happened to run into
me. I dusted, vacuumed, did his dishes, cleaned up his closets, and even
washed his windows. He had clothes scattered all over and he asked me to
pick them up and hang them in the closets or fold them in his dresser. When
I asked how to tell if they were clean clothes or dirty ones, he laughed at
me.

"You stupid, boy? How do you think? You sniff them and see if they smell
clean. If they smell clean then they are, if they smell rank or dirty, then
they are dirty. Now get sniffing," he laughed again.

At first I thought he was joking, then I realized as I stood there that he
was serious, so I began picking up his clothes and taking a big sniff to
see what they smelled like. By the end of my cleaning, I knew what Mr
Williams dirty clothes smelled like. I knew his smell well, and my faggot
dick was hard each time I inhaled the smell of his clothing that had been
worn and carried his scent. Mr Williams continued laughing as he saw me
picking up his clothes and smelling for his scent on them.

"Pack all the dirty ones up, boy, in my laundry bag because you are taking
them with you to clean them. You'll bring them back next weekend."

Next weekend, I thought? I hadn't thought about coming back again, but Mr
Williams must have thought so, or he liked my work enough to let me take
his clothes and trust me to bring them back for him. I smiled inwardly
knowing I was doing a good job. When I was finished cleaning everything,
several hours had passed. I had worked up a sweat cleaning and was tired.

"Ok, boy, time for your payment," Mr Williams smiled. "Go get naked and get
in the tub."

I was confused but did what he said. I thought maybe he wanted me to shower
because I was smelling a bit. Once I was in the tub, Mr Williams came over
to the tub and stood outside it, in front of me. He pulled his cock out and
pointed it at me. I automatically opened my mouth because I thought he was
going to have me suck him, but he didn't.  He just let lose with a stream
of piss and sprayed it over my face and mouth and then began pissing all
over me.

"Hahahahahaha," Mr Williams began laughing as he pissed on me. "You thought
you were getting something else, bitch? Too funny! Only thanks you get
today is my piss. I saved it up all day for this. Hope you enjoy it."

Mr Williams cock began to harden as he pissed on me. It continued hardening
as he wet my hair, my chest, all of me. He seemed to piss forever, and it
was a firm stream. His piss was hot. I had never had a man piss on me, I
was taken aback at first and sputtered at his piss in my mouth, I tried to
move but there really wasn't anywhere to go in the tub, so he just
pissed. The steam from his piss rose from the cold tub, I was getting
soaked.

"See, you like it too much, boy. I told your man you would like it. Look at
your hard dick bitch, it gives you away."

Mr Williams was right, I looked down at my dick and it had gotten
completely hard while he pissed. My back was getting soaked now as I had
lowered my head and he continued pissing. When I looked up at Mr Williams,
he was grinning, and his dick had swollen to a full 9 inches, it was very
long.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out faggot," Mr Williams ordered. I
did as he asked, embarrassed that I liked this so much. He began pissing in
my mouth "Don't swallow until I tell you. I'm gonna fill it up."

Soon Mr Williams had filled my mouth and his stream slowed as my mouth
overflowed with his piss.

"Now bitch, I want you to jack your dick off. Play with yourself. I want to
see you cum, but don't swallow until I tell you," Mr Williams spoke.

I turned red, I could feel my face change color from shame, but I started
furiously beating my dick. It didn't take long. And Mr Williams could tell.

"Swallow it and love it, faggot. Remember my taste. You are gonna want it
again, as hard as you are," Mr Williams ordered me. I did as he said and
swallowed. I was drinking a man's piss, he had pissed all over me. I
couldn't help it, it made me hard to submit to a man cleaning his home and
him pissing on me. I shot my load all over the tub, all over the puddles of
piss Mr Williams had just left in the tub I had cleaned. I was so
embarrassed but so hard from his orders.

When I had finished shooting, Mr Williams just smiled at me. He told me to
shower, dress, and rinse his tub out, then come see him.

"Good boy, you did well today," Mr Williams stated after I had dried off
and gotten dressed. "Be back next weekend with my clean clothes. You can
sniff them again before you wash them.." He rubbed my head and told me to
get out. I got hard again from thinking about smelling his clothes, about
him pissing on me. I packed up and took his clothes home with me and began
washing them right away.

As I was washing Mr Wiliams clothes, I fantasized. I would sniff each piece
of his clothing and could see him when I did so. I recalled his apartment,
his slapping my ass as he passed by, but mostly as I sniffed his piss
stained underwear I remembered him pissing on me and how excited I was when
he was doing that. I was finished with Mr Williams laundry by late that
same day. I wanted to be ready for next weekend. It couldn't come too soon
as far as I was concerned.