Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2018 12:05:23 -0700 From: Douglas Marx Subject: adventures of fag dad; ch 39; gay/authoritarian; story codes: M, MM, SM, BD Chapter 39 – 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 39 Kevin witness Paul on the phone more than usual. Paul also excused himself from Kevin's presence. Paul was always transparent with Kevin never made a call or conversation behind Kevin's back. Their life together was an open book. "Paul, what are you doing? Why all the secrecy?" Paul knew he made a mistake. "Oh, Kevin. I'm sorry for not explaining what I'm doing. Please forgive me. I am behaving poorly because of my fears. I shouldn't keep anything from you." On the surface with the two of them, they were friends with the addition of Paul's cum regularly deposited into Kevin's cunt. Kevin was Paul's manservant and secretary on the business front. On the personal front, they were great pals. They enjoyed each other's company. There was no outward talk of love; yet, it was based on what each said last night, they were head over heels (or heels in the air) in love. Kevin found Paul's apology endearing. "Kevin, I will explain what is going on." - Joe's mood was getting better. Tomorrow was Paul and Kevin's return home after, `you're no longer a master' night. Over a month without them, Joe was sad because he likes having a family. He felt if we were all together again, something would work out. There was a nagging, though. Sinclair crossed a line. Regardless he was the only Master in the house, his acting on it changed everything, and not for the better. At least, this is the way Joe saw it. "Sir. Would you come to the office?" Joe said from the doorway of the kitchen to where Sinclair was having coffee. Sinclair grabbed his coffee, and they both walked back into the office. Joe handed him a paper lying on the printer. "Master Sinclair and Slave Joe. Please pack your things and leave the house by noon today. An estate company is coming to price everything is scheduled to auction for Saturday. The house is going on the market a week later after a cleaning, new paint, and a staging. Joe. Our company no longer needs your services. I thank you for your excellent work over the years. If you need references, I will write the best reports. Master Sinclair. I'm sorry to do this. You are my Master, but I cannot go along the path right now. My other obligations preclude the selfish act of becoming yours. There will be unbearable punishment for this decision in the future. However, I acknowledge I've been your slave since we met. This is temporary. You recognize this, and so do I. There will be a moment in the future where you will take me with no need of discussion. It will simply happen. Kevin means more to me than life itself. If I didn't do what I am doing, I would not be able to help myself and would succumb to you without hesitation. Master, you could find me and take me anytime you want. Therefore, I am not going into hiding. Kevin and I are starting a new life in another city. We will continue to run the business. I ask you don't contact us. Joe, you will find the computer system hard drives are wiped out. There is not even an operating system. I wish things could be different, Joe. I am sorry. I love both of you very much. However, I have a duty, and I have Kevin. Slave Paul" Joe turned to Sinclair. He couldn't help himself. He didn't care what happened to him anymore. "You fucking stupid bastard." And, walked out of the office to pack. Sinclair sat in the leather chair for a moment taking a sip of coffee. There was a need to pause and contemplate. A few minutes later walking into the Master bedroom, he found Joe packing. "Joe, say what you need to say," Sinclair ordered. Joe did not hesitate. "You didn't have to send everybody away to have my love. You could have done it differently without hurting the others. I like living in a home with lots of people. I want you, and I love you. I don't want to be with anyone else. "You could have my emotion of love without sending Ken away. You had me already. "You sent Paul away and my friend Kevin. I got fired from a job I love. All because of your ability to control others. I am not leaving you. I want to serve you. I will take all your traits, under all conditions, including this one. It doesn't mean I am not pissed. And maybe for some time. "Goddamit, Master Sinclair. You have me. And, you could have me without running everybody away and sabotage a splendid gig. You fucking, fucking bastard." By this time, Joe was crying uncontrollably. He fell onto the bed in sobs. Sinclair walked out of the room. He knew to leave Joe alone. He needed to take some action fast. Sinclair grabbed his phone to search for an AirBnB nearby. There were bookings at Sinclair's home for months in advance, so they needed another place to stay. Next, he placed a phone call he had been ruminating about for a while. "Hello. Yes. My name is Sinclair. I would like to make an appointment with the doctor as soon as possible." "Yes. Sir. Let me take your information. I have an appointment for an initial visit next week. There was a cancellation." "Yes. Fine. See you then." Sinclair hit end call. - "Sir. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have." Sinclair opened his arms to Joe giving him a tender hug. "It's okay baby. I deserve it. You are correct. I am sorry. I will do my best to correct this situation." They held each other for several minutes. Sinclair broke the silence. "Let's get out of here even before noon. I have a place for us to go. It will be ok." Sinclair kissed Joe. By eleven, both cars backed out of the garage and drove off. Their utopia fell off a cliff. Now it was them by themselves. Thank you for reading. Appreciation: Donate to Nifty. Feedback to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com Thank you.