Date: Wed, 20 Jun 2018 09:09:25 -0700 From: Douglas Marx Subject: adventures of fag dad; ch 30; gay/authoritarian; story codes: M, MM, SM, BD Chapter 30 – 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 30 Joe could still taste Sinclair's cum as they got on the plane. It was fast. Joe and Ken packed and were off to the airport with hugs and good wishes from both Sinclair and Paul. Sinclair moved in with Paul same day. He spent a week prepping his house for Airbnb guests. He put a lock on the play area. This was for future income sources between the unsuspecting Airbnb clients. Joe and Ken were on a night flight to Paris. They landed in Paris in the evening having little trouble adjusting to the time. Joe sat Ken down on the bed and said, "We have to talk a minute." He tried to open his mouth on the flight about all this but decided it would be better in private. "Ken. You haven't seen me naked in a long time and things are different. Master Sinclair was rough on my body and it's not the same." Joe stood taking off his shirt. He revealed a magnificent muscled torso, pecs, shoulders, and arms. What he also revealed were his pumped and extended nipples. They were huge from Sinclair mummifying and pumping his nipples. Ken was salivating. There was the scarring. More on his back than front from the whip but on both sides. Joe stood proudly. He was ok with how his body appeared. He loved the abuse from Sinclair and he hoped that Ken would continue to love him. Joe took off his pants to show his butt hole. He bent over to expose Ken a widened cunt. Joe got hard exposing his new body to Ken. He couldn't believe how hot he felt showing off his muscles and scars. Ken sat there for a minute. He didn't say anything and his face was expressionless. Joe's concern Ken was upset about what had happened. The shock would send Ken out of slave acceptance and back into judging and anger at Sinclair. Ken stood turning Joe around. He kissed Joe on his neck. He caressed and kissed the entire backside of Joe heading to his enlarge cunt. At arrival, he spread Joe's cheeks eating out Joe's hole as if no tomorrow. Ken was never one for rimming. Joe couldn't contain himself. It got worse with Ken kissing every inch Joe felt Ken's hard cock inserting into his ass. Ken fucked him harder than Joe could ever remember. They stayed in that position. Joe bent over and Ken dom fucking his fellow slave and love. Ken shot deep into the expanded recesses of Joe's bowels and the floor received Joe's. Ken led Joe cock inside to bed. He spooned him and the two went to sleep to catch up their circadian rhythms. The City of Light did its magic on this beautiful couple. Joe and Ken didn't know how long they were going to be in Paris. Paul and Sinclair said to expect to be there for a while. No definite date because the Masters would make those decisions for them. Meanwhile, back in the States, things were tense between Paul and Sinclair. Two doms together in the same house running a house together. No slaves to distract caused a lot of tension. It was a challenge. After a week of arguing and rough sex. Paul called a truce. They were at each other's throats calling each other asshole (which actually was kinda hot). Paul would be the one to call the truce because Paul was the patient, long-term Master. "Look Sinclair. We have to get this together. There's too much riding for us to be assholes to each other. Let's work this out. What the fuck is the problem?" "I'll tell you what the problem is asshole." (He said that with a smile.) "I have to feel with you. When I'm in a relationship with a slave, I don't have to feel if I don't want to. And I never have. Not until Joe. What started out as a simple training session turned into love and sex, which I never experienced before. It was so hot fucking him and abusing him. And he loved every minute of it and asked for more. "He isn't like other slaves. I couldn't take him to "it" status. He means too much to me; as you mean too much to me. "I want this to work for all four of us, but I'm feeling as I've never felt before. What I want to do is get a slave and work him over and send him off to auction. That's what I know and I don't know about all this and I'm fucking pissed at myself and at you." Sinclair. The one with no emotion. The one with complete control and power. Was now being vulnerable for the first time in his life. "Ok asshole. So if you want to dominate someone why don't you start with me. Take me down your path, your essence, your ability to melt men and women to the point they will do anything for you. Do it to me. Afterwards, we can get on with loving each other and having a life together with Ken and Joe. You are such a fucking asshole." Paul challenged. "Fetch." Sinclair through the ball and big, muscle daddy and master Paul got down on his knees and went after the ball. "Good boy." Paul delivered the ball in his mouth and sniffed Sinclair crotch. "Fetch" Paul delivered the ball in his mouth and sniffed Sinclair crotch. "Good boy." "Fetch." Paul delivered the ball in his mouth and sniffed Sinclair crotch. "Yeah. You like smelling my crotch don't you boy. You want my crotch. You want to suck my dick. You want me to dominate you. You are a fucking asshole cunt. You need a real man don't you boy. Yeah boy. Yeah, faggot. Oh yeah. We are going to have some fun together and you will never be the same again." Paul felt if Sinclair can become vulnerable to me, then he could be vulnerable to him. He was clear playing this out with Sinclair changed nothing about him being a real man. In fact, it enhanced him as a real man. He would never be a fag. But he could allow another man to dominate him. That was the sign of a true master and real man. Thank you for reading. Appreciation: Donate to Nifty. Feedback to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com Thank you.