Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2018 10:06:37 -0700 From: Douglas Marx Subject: adventures of fag dad; ch 41; gay/authoritarian; story codes: M, MM, SM, BD Chapter 41 – 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 or 21 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 41 The two boys settled in to their new life. This is in no small part to Sinclair. His charisma was a thing of beauty. Joe had to marvel as he watched Sinclair take both kids under his wing. He felt proud and honored to be Sinclair's slave and partner. "Sir, may I ask where you are going?" Joe inquired as he surveyed his handsome Master dress. Sinclair donned in a white shirt, black pants, and shoes with matching belt. "You may not, Joe. I will be out for the evening on business. Make sure the boys get to bed on time. I don't want to deal with tired children in the morning. "Also, find a babysitter for tomorrow evening." Sinclair kissed Joe hugging him tight. "I love you, Joe." - Sinclair said to himself as he got out of the car, "Jesus, what a fucking dive." This was not the best neighborhood. Sinclair wasn't spooked, but he was aware and on point with his game. Walking into the bar, several people noticed because his dress was impeccable and his air. People didn't fuck with Sinclair. It didn't matter his size was average. Many a man and some women could take him. They didn't. He ordered a drink at the bar, which he sipped. This was all about the wait and the catch. Right on time, it walked into the joint. It noticed Sinclair making sure it got a cocktail from a station close to where he was leaning on the bar. As it raised its glass, it smiled. Sinclair noted but did not smile back. It went on about business. It knew every man in there with a big cock. Each of those cocks was experienced with the hole. It liked cock. Funny, they all were distant; not engaging in conversation. `What was up with that?' It thought. Sinclair motioned with his head to come over. "Hello, never seen you here before." It opened the conversation with. "Get on your knees and bark like a dog,"[G3] Sinclair ordered.[G4] It set the purse down on the bar. It dropped immediately and started barking. "Ruff. Ruff. Ruff." Sinclair leaned down. "That's pitiful. Louder." "Ruff. Ruff. Ruff." "Better. Fetch." Sinclair threw a ball across the floor. Everybody in the place stopped their conversations to watch. "That's good. Now smell my crotch. Good. Fetch." The bartender had an objection to what was going on saying something to Sinclair. He looked at him, and the bartender[G5] retreated to the stock room. The bouncer was in on it with a large cash wad in his pocket. "Fetch." "Good." "Fetch." "Good. Now stand. Are you ready?" "Yes, Sir." It left the bar without the purse. The game was about leaving everything behind for this man. - Sinclair got home late taking a shower before getting into bed. He kissed Joe snuggling as close to him as possible. His love for Joe deepened with each passing day. This night he knew he would do anything for him, regardless of his dark side. The kids were boisterous at breakfast in the next morning. Joe was having trouble getting them to cooperate. It was fun; yet, they had to get to school. Sinclair walked in. They sat up straight eating their breakfast. "Good morning, Sir. How are you today?" Joe rolled his eyes and went on with the morning routine. "Did you get a babysitter for tonight, Joe?" "Yes." Followed by some groans from the boys. "Look, you two. We have a date tonight and business to attend. You are to behave this evening and go to bed on time." Sinclair instructed. "Now, go brush your teeth. It's time for the bus." They ran to their bathroom, brushed, came back down, kissed Sinclair and Joe on the cheek and rushed out the door. Sinclair and Joe could hear the bus pull away. Joe knew better than to ask. Sinclair told him the attire. - Sinclair took Joe to a romantic restaurant. He was the perfect gentleman. The valet started to open the door for Joe. "No. I will open the door for the gentleman. You are to take care of the car." Sinclair ordered. The young, pimple-faced boy was embarrassed at his faux pas.[G6] The evening was spectacular. The meal and service were superb. Joe wondered what was going on. He enjoyed himself he stopped the inquiry in his head. He stared and talked with this handsome, charming man who loved him. "Waiter. Check please." "Sinclair. Thank you so much. What a wonderful evening. Thank you." Joe expressed. He knew this was a moment he could use "Sinclair" and get by with it. "You're welcome." Sinclair walked behind Joe's chair pulling it back as Joe stood. He bent his elbow out so Joe could hook to him and they walked out the door to the waiting car. The valet remembered this time Sinclair opens the door. - Sinclair drove over to his house. This only meant one thing: playtime. Sinclair opened the door for Joe again, bending his elbow for Joe to hook and walked to the house. "Okay. Strip." Joe did. Sinclair put a blindfold on Joe. He also put noise-canceling headphones over his hears. The Master led his slave into the playroom.[G10] Joe's senses were at a high. He lay down on a bed with leather ankle bracelets attached. This allowed his legs raised in the air with chains, butt exposed. Master greased Joe's hole in preparation for entry. The anticipation by Joe was sending shivers. He knew nothing about what was going on except the feelings. What he couldn't hear was the muffled noise of a bound former human watching the spectacle. One by one the men came in; each with a big cock. The men took their time fucking Joe's cunt slowly, deliberately, and mightily until sperm lubricated Joe's bowels. This was not a typical experience. Nothing such as this occurred since Paul threw the party. Joe didn't know what the fuck was going on, but he loved every minute of it. Sinclair stood with the Cheshire grin addressed the bound `it' on the other side of the room. Sinclair walked over to the `it.' "Don't you make a fucking sound while I speak with my slave." He lifted the headphone enough for Joe could hear, "It's over, baby. That's the last one. In a couple of minutes, I'm going to tap you on the shoulder. You are to push all the cum in your cunt out letting it drip over the side." Sinclair sealed the headphone again, and Joe nodded. The last two men who fucked Joe unbound the `it' leading `it' over to where Joe was laying. The men placed the 'it' on the floor with the `it's' mouth under Joe's asshole. Sinclair tapped Joe on the shoulder. Joe proceeded to push the cum out of his ass. When done, he grabbed the `it' by the collar, forcing the tongue to Joe's hole. "Lick it clean." The `its' final thought was, "oh, what have I done." Then, the `it' lost consciousness. Sinclair lowered Joe's legs, and he moved him on the bed, so he was lying comfortably. Sinclair cleaned the entire playroom before removing the blindfold and headphones off. Sinclair lay down beside Joe. Joe's eyes took a moment to adjust. When he did, he saw Sinclair smiling with a tear on his cheek. They stayed there for a while not saying a word. Sinclair continued to cry; yet, not losing he gaze on Joe, nor losing the smile. Their eyes never looked away. When one does this, they see the soul. Joe and Sinclair saw each other's souls. "Come here, baby." Sinclair helped Joe to his feet. He led Joe to the shower where he washed Joe from head to toe getting his own clothes soaked in the process. Sinclair made sure Joe's hole was sparkling. And, like earlier, Joe dressed in his beautiful outfit. Sinclair walked him to the car. He opened the door. Sinclair got in the driver seat soaking wet. They drove back to the family and another new life. Thank you for reading. Appreciation: Donate to Nifty. Feedback to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com Thank you.