Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2018 14:10:13 -0700 From: Douglas Marx Subject: adventures of fag dad; ch 32; gay/authoritarian; story codes: M, MM, SM, BD Chapter 32 – Adventures of Fag Dad Please donate to Nifty to help maintain the site: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Disclaimer: This story contains explicit descriptions of adult men engaged in sexual activity with other adult men and is intended for adult gay male readers. All characters depicted having sex are over 18 years and you also must be over 18 to read about them. Thank you. Appreciation: Besides donating to Nifty, consider sending some feedback to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Thank you. Please check out my other Nifty.org stories: Born https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/born/ Dad Likes to Watch https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/dad-likes-to-watch Downward Spiral of Jim http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downward-spiral-of-jim Growing Up Naked http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/growing-up-naked/ Naked Whore http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/naked-whore Put Out to Pasture http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/put-out-to-pasture Santa's Slave Training http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/santas-slave-training Special Product Design http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-product-design The Trunk http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-trunk Tommy the Catcher https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/tommy-the-catcher Chapter 32 Lying in bed Tuesday morning with Paul snuggled up to his dominant Sinclair, "Kevin's a mess. Do you judge we pushed too much?" Sinclair scoffed, "No. I don't. We gave him something to consider. It is not up to us to manage his feelings and consequences. This would happen to him in his life. The bringing out of Kevin's true nature would come from some other male or female. We happened to be the ones." A Cheshire grin came over Sinclair's face. "Yeah. I get it. But, I'm losing a great employee. He was so efficient until we fucked with his head." "So make him be a great employee again. Here's what we are going to do. Is it okay if things slack in the business for a bit?" Sinclair asked. "Sure. I can keep it from collapsing. What's your thought?" "It's time to act as if nothing happened. We will act like two husbands in a regular relationship. We will ignore him. We won't admonish him for masturbating all day instead of working. He has to come to us and want it. You're the one who's best at this patience game. Or are you beginning to get soft on me enjoying your submissive status?" Paul didn't say anything but there was a part of him enjoying being subservient to Sinclair. His appearance was comical. This big, muscle daddy with a huge cock was finding his larger than life stature was fading. Sinclair had him. Sinclair knew it and so did Paul. Paul would need to speak up soon or the sub play would turn to reality. He started contemplating about this a week earlier. He could sense his original intentions to play fading away. Would Sinclair become Master over all? Paul didn't believe this was a good idea. Sinclair had a sadistic streak in him which overpowered his logical mind. He said so himself. He got off on watching his work auctioned off. The thought sent shivers down Paul's spine. Paul resolved he would play another week or so mustering the courage to stop it with Sinclair even if they ended up going back to their old ways of fighting. He had to admit the sex was incredible regardless. Kevin didn't understand. Paul saw he was not accomplishing as much since Friday when Sinclair and he fucked Kevin's head over. But Paul was not saying a word. He and Sinclair changed the game. They acted as a normal couple. WTF. This made Kevin uncomfortable. He managed to get his shit together a bit. Kevin started to work a few hours a day to maintain. At some point, all bets were off and he ended up naked and masturbating. Kevin started to get online and create profiles on the various BDSM websites. If it wasn't going to be Sinclair and Paul, it had to be someone. All he thought about was submitting. And Paul and Sinclair allowed him to contemplate those thoughts so when the day came Kevin would be ready. - Joe and Ken were having the time of their lives. They loved Paris. The men were sensual. They all had a vibe similar to Sinclair and Paul. They spent a week or so visiting the sights and sitting in cafes watching people go by. From there, it was off to the races with the naked bars and saunas. Their favorite sauna was IDM. The rule was nudity. They discovered men wanted to get fucked there and there were plenty of men to fuck the fuckees. Ken being an exhibitionist and masturbating fag set up this scenario. Joe was to get in a cabin with his face down on the mattress and his ass in the air. Ken would stand outside the open door in the hallway show off his body and stroke his cock. When guys came by he would play with them a bit and then give a nod towards Joe's open hole. Most men took the hint and fucked Joe. Joe was such a good fuck the majority of them shot a load up his fag slave cunt. Ken watched. He loved witnessing his partner get fucked by as many men as possible. This was a far cry from the upset Ken of the play party where he cried all the time. Joe's was the example of slave mentality. Ken was getting better at being in the moment and allowing himself to enjoy. They reveled in going to the bars. Downstairs there were clothes check and play in every dark nook and cranny. They started to make some friends. Ken asked them if they would mind playing with him on his chaturbate channel. Joe and he were working the channel hard. They were making lots of money. Unlike Paul, Joe showed his face. Ken fucked Joe, which screwed up his audiences' head since they got off on Ken being a bottom whore. They brought in their friends. Most of the friends didn't want their face shown but this was no matter. They were fucking Joe and Ken on camera. And, of course, speaking French which made the tokens click sounds constant, meaning bucks. Over coffee one morning at their favorite café Joe asked, "Ken, I'm concerned about what is happening at home; No contact in weeks. They keep extending our stay at the place, but no word or call. What do you suppose is going on?" Ken was sheepish in his reply. He had considered this for about a week about what the deal was. "Joe, they are falling in love with each other. I don't understand the specifics, but this is what is happening." He hesitated further. "Can I say one more thing?" Joe said yes but knew what Ken was going to say. "Joe, I hate to say this, but you may no longer be "the one" in Paul's eyes." Joe, being the professional slave he is, took it in stride. "My old self would have cried and cried over this. My new self understands this life, and particularly a slave's life is not without twists. They want us around, but we are not as important to them as we once were." Ken said, "Joe, I was never important to either one of them. I never achieved what you achieved. Even when I got to the point of mental submission, Paul didn't care. He kept me around for you. He wanted you to have the body you have. He knew we loved each other and didn't want to take that away from you. "If you and I were not lovers, he would have given me to Sinclair by now. At this moment, I would be in training for auction. Sinclair would be whipping me and scaring me. The forced workouts turning my perfect body into something over muscled. He would get off on my mutilation." "Yeah. I'm sure." Joe reiterated. "I want to go home. Do we dare contact them?" "You have the answer. We are their slaves. When they want us, they will send for us. Until then, we need to continue to enjoy our life together. There is a possibility this could be the climax of our relationship. They may send us away. Or not. "But I don't believe it will be the same when we get back." Thank you for reading. Appreciation: Donate to Nifty. Feedback to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com Thank you.