A Boy’s Journey
My name is Callum, and I am a boy who has been owned by a Sir for almost 4 years now. I am 29 years old, from the UK.
I am a disabled boy, who suffers from Fibromyalgia, GERDs, Depression, Anxiety, Autism and IBS. I do not work, but I am focusing on bettering my health to be able to, and in the meantime, I am trying to learn how to be a counsellor and a therapist, while also trying to improve my artistic skills to fuel my creativity.
The first time that I knew I was born to submit was when I was meeting a random guy for a hook up from Grindr. He would message me when he was horny, and had been edging himself, and tell me to meet him at a specific place. Sometimes it was during the day in public toilets, sometimes at 2am down the seafront. Each time, he’d order me to a specific location, drop my pants, bend over, and wait for him. He’d come over, enter me, fuck me a bit, before releasing himself over my back. He’d then leave. I never saw his face, and I never heard him speak. However, the fact that he would convince me to meet him at any time to help him unload, showed how willing and eager I was to please a man. However, it is my nature to try and help others, as I am a people pleaser, this was my first thought on me being born to submit.
The first time I had any inkling into liking men, I was 14. My Physical Education teacher (P.E) was a stud. He was kind, caring, well built, and his voice was smooth like butter. He was my first gay crush, and he exuded power. He was physically strong, and I admired that about him, yet he was kind and tried to push the students to do better, as he had faith we could do better. I didn’t know I’d be a boy then, but I knew I was at least Bisexual, which eventually came to the realization that I was Gay. It wouldn’t be until I was 19 when me and a friend were getting physical that I learned my truth. He fucked me a few times, and asked me to fuck him, but when I tried, it felt all wrong. I felt uncomfortable. This was when I realised I was a full on bottom, who takes dicks.
The first Superior in my life that I look up to, and influenced my journey is my current Sir. He is kind hearted, and wants to help people become their best selves, as his property (like me), or even just his friends. He gains immense satisfaction when seeing people succeed on their journey, whether in submission or normal vanilla life, and has a lot of pride seeing them succeed. It also helps give him a little bit of an ego boost, which is healthy for a Sir. He has helped me when life has taken a nosedive, and always believed in me when I didn’t have any faith or strength to do so myself. He is a prime example of what a man should be, and I strive to be even half of what he is. I’ve been his property for almost 4 years now, and despite ups and downs, I wouldn’t change it for the world. He has made me a better person, and a better boy. He taught me a lot about submission, and how to respect Sirs, from the simple capitalisation of a Superior’s title, like Sir or Master, to how to take care of myself better to be able to submit at a more acceptable level. He also pushes me to walk towards my aspirations outside of submission, as a boy should be able to thrive without a Sir, in case anything happens and they lose their Sir, or don’t get one. That, and to never be a burden on a Sir by supporting themselves and their Sir respectively.
The first time I served a Superior sexually wasn’t until I reached university. It was more of a play scenario than taken seriously, but it was great. It was a gay couple, and I became their pup. They cared for me, tried to support me so I could get the best out of my life, and serving them both sexually was enjoyable. I was sucking one, while being fucked by the other. They were very hands on, and feeling my body, as it existed for them to enjoy at that moment. We didn’t get too kinky, but after the first meet, they got me a play collar, a jockstrap and a pup hood, to use whenever I came over to them to be used. They respected that I was studying, so they didn’t summon me too often, but when they did, I did feel used. And when health issues arose, they actively tried to help. Apologies, my first time serving a Superior isn’t more entertaining.
Serving these Sirs felt great, as it felt as if I was needed and wanted, and that I could finally be of use to someone. It felt like I found my place in the world, when I first served, as it helped me realise I am someone who does his best and is at home when serving a Superior. These feelings haven’t changed much since then, which was around 5 and a half years now, and instead only grown and gotten stronger. They let me be with my current Sir, as they had a stipulation that this was mostly play, so if I found someone that I loved, they would let me be with that man. And they stuck to that promise.
That experience helped me realise that a boy should always prioritise their health first and foremost, as you cannot serve if you aren’t in peak condition. So, if I know that I will be serving any Superior, I actively make sure that I rest, and avoid doing anything strenuous to avoid making my chronic illness flare up, so I can serve the best I can at that time. Sadly, my Sir isn’t in the UK, it’s a long distance relationship, so the ways I serve him are a bit more different than most. Of course, I am collared, and I follow the rules he has set up for me, but my service tends to be more focused on learning, so I can be an asset to him, or live without him. I also have a uniform while at home that I adhere to, which is a plain shirt, and briefs. These are worn at all times, and only if I have guests or leave home, I may put on pants. Recently, I have started my chastity journey, and following rules set by my Sir. However, we are being patient as it is the start, so one must be cautious and careful, in case any health issues come up. And, as they have, we are waiting to relock me.
The most significant moment of my service journey is likely when I was confronted with homelessness. I was in a deep, depressive state and ready to end it all, however my Sir talked sense into me, and I am here today because of this. It was within the first year of him owning me, but the support he gave me at that time fueled my resolve to be the best I can be. Because he gave me a future I can believe in, and I want to make him proud of the life he rescued. Even if he stops being my Sir, my wish is to make the most out of my life, and prove he didn’t waste his time when he rescued me, and all the time he put into me to polish me, to make me shine more like a diamond. He doesn’t see that act as anything special, but it means the world to me, and the fact I can talk about it today shows how impactful it was. He was one of three people who reached out at that time, and was the most impactful to stopping me from ending everything that night. I owe him, and I will live my best life to repay this debt.
As in my previous paragraph, you can tell that Sirs have been instrumental in my journey through life, not just submission. I really wouldn’t be here without them, so that speaks for itself. However, I have learned a lot through twitter thanks to different Sirs too, about how a Sir should hold himself, and how a boy should be in regards to the Sir. And even though they may not know that they have supported me, the fact that I learned from them, and they made me a better boy, and a better person speaks volumes. I feel humbled enough to be able to speak to Sir David, and let him know how much he has taught me too, so I can repay him for his lessons.
If I were to give advice to my past self, I’d say be more confident. Your body is more appealing than you’d think, and that you have such an amazing gift to give, so nurture that gift, and make it something even more valuable. Also, to take risks. I always hold myself back, due to worrying about things, and overthinking. But I took some risks, which helped me in the long run, like meeting certain people and also going to University. So it’s good to take risks, as long as you assess the situation first.
I thank Sir David for giving me the honour of sharing my story, and information about myself, so that I may be an example to other boys who might need it. Your past doesn’t matter, your disabilities do not limit you. The only thing that holds you back is your mentality. Push forwards, be the boy you were meant to be, and enjoy the journey as I did. You will not regret finding your own truth.
boy Callum~
