Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2018 10:09:09 -0700 From: Douglas Marx Subject: adventures of fag dad; ch 33; gay/authoritarian; story codes: M, MM, SM, BD Chapter 33 – 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. 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 33 "Sinclair, game over." The game ended. Paul's declaration made it so. He became an equal again with Sinclair. Had Sinclair said the game was over, Paul would be Sinclair's bitch for the rest of their relationship and life. Over the last week, Paul spent time in meditation discovering what the best course of action was. He could sense he was losing his grip on the situation. There were times when Paul envisioned changing the game from play to real. He had to admit Sinclair was the greatest of the players. The final decision came over a weekend when he was in solitary. Sinclair came to play with him. The scene was intense; sucking, fucking, strangling. For one brief moment, he and Sinclair saw the whips hung on the wall. A shiver went through each of their spines. They did not succumb, but it was close. "Yup. I agree. Game over." Sinclair responded. "You did a fantastic job, Paul." Sinclair kissed him. "You are a magnificent master. Few, including myself, would be willing to achieve what you achieved. You hung in there. You knew when to stop. You now have a better understanding of submission than most any claiming a dominant status." Sinclair quipped, "And, besides, only the best bottoms make it to the top." They both smiled at each other, gave each other a hug and kiss, and went on with the day. Nothing more to say. Nothing more to do. There was no more fighting. Paul and Sinclair continued to call each other assholes but as an endearment. Now, what were they going to do with poor Kevin? One day Paul stepped into the office. Kevin was online. He had a dildo in his ass. He had nipple clamps on. These were no ordinary clamps. They had teeth and were biting into his skin and nipples. He had Albolene out on the desk slathering his cock. He saw Paul cry. "Wow, buddy. What's going on? I knew you had a problem, but you're a fucking mess." "Sir. Ever since I saw you guys play your game of dom/sub, I spent all my hours naked hoping to connect with someone. I'm too frightened to hookup, so I sit here naked and fantasize." Paul was sorry for him. He wished the outcome of fucking with Kevin's head had been different. As Sinclair said, though, this was not their responsibility. Their responsibility was to get him out of his shell. "One of our slaves did a similar thing. He wouldn't connect with anyone out of fear. He did have a successful chaturbate channel where he supported his fantasy and life." "I thought I was straight. I never considered I could be with men. I have little sexual experience. I fucked a few women; never with a man. Now I don't grasp what I am. I sometimes consider women dominatrix. I watch guys like you online. "But all this is fantasy. I witness you two. You are doing the game 24/7. It's not some fantasy. It is life." Kevin explained with the dildo still in his ass, still stroking his cock, and his tits still clamped. "Listen, buddy. It's a dangerous game out there. We don't want you hurt. We like you. I want you to get back to your efficient administrative self. "Would you be willing to be with us? Play with us? Succumb to us? This way you are safe; some sadistic asshole out there won't hurt you. You are way too naïve to go out there alone." Paul asked. "Yes, Sir. I'm miserable. Help me." "Ok. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself. When you come back the surrender commences." Paul directed. Kevin went to one of the bathrooms. He cried the entire time. When he returned to the office, Paul was waiting with a smile and a gift. "Here. Put this on. We don't put chastity on subs, slaves or fags because the devices damage the penis. However, you going to a new depth of your soul, you will wear this indefinitely. "Next, clean this office. And come to the table for nourishment. We are going to restore your physical body first. You will eat three meals a day here, and you are to drink at least 5 liters of water a day to get yourself hydrated again. "After your meal, come back here, put your clothes on and go back to work." Kevin did as instructed. He felt such relief speculating whether anything more would happen between him and Paul or Sinclair. At the moment, Kevin didn't care because at least the pattern was breaking. He couldn't masturbate anymore. He couldn't go on websites. Paul manipulated the servers not to show porn. When he got home, the apartment was empty of all electronics. Paul had taken his key while Kevin was showering. He left a note: "It's for the best. Your boss." Kevin knew it was for the best. He didn't argue, but it was painful. He went through days of agony and torture being alone at home with no distractions. His cock would get hard but since the device was on it only went so far. It was too frustrating. He spent his evenings crying himself to sleep. Paul and Sinclair knew he needed this alone time before they did anything else to him. Kevin had made a complete physical wreck of himself in a few short weeks. He lost weight. Dehydration caused bags and dark circles under his eyes. There was severe damage to his mind. Kevin had to the basics of life. He had to learn to dress and clean himself. He had to learn to eat and exercise. Kevin's rabbit hole fascinated Sinclair. He knew Kevin was ripe to be a great slave. Thank you for reading. Appreciation: Donate to Nifty. Feedback to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com Thank you.