Chapter 11 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 11
Paul carried Joe to Joe's room. He knew better than to sleep with Joe in his fragile condition. Paul knew that Joe understood their relationship. That Joe was Paul's slave. That Joe was Paul's partner. Joe even thought that maybe, just maybe they would marry some day.
For now Joe's exhaustion got the better of him. Paul gave him a strong sleep aide.
Paul didn't fuck Joe that night or in the morning. Paul was about to take on Joe's boss and he needed all his testosterone for that task.
Paul got up early. Peering into Joe's room Joe was still out like a light and would be for several more hours.
Paul got in his car and drove down to Joe's office. The boss was going to learn a lesson this morning that he would never forget.
Paul walked in and told the receptionist who he wanted to see.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No. I came to talk to him about one of his employees, Joe."
The woman took a back. "Yes Sir. I will tell him you are here and waiting."
Paul couldn't be sure if it was the mention of Joe or she had a smiting for Paul's stunning body. Either way the boss was out in a flash.
"You wish to see me about Joe? Why don't we step into my office?" The boss was intimidated by Paul presence; however, not enough to be scared. He thought that this would be an easy discussion and Joe would come back to work and suck his cock as before.
The door shut.
"What can I do for you?"
"You are sexually abusing my boyfriend."
"Well, we've had a little fling. Nothing serious."
"Nothing serious! You are a fucking asshole. You force him to suck your cock. You told him he couldn't quit. Who, the fuck, do you think you are?" Paul yelled.
The boss started to get uncomfortable. He knew it was his word against Joe's but this Paul guy. Now he was a different story. The boss knew that Paul was the real Alpha between to the two men in the room. The boss decided to diffuse the situation.
"Look. It's all good. I'll call HR and have Joe released from our firm. No harm. No foul."
Paul walked right up to him, grabbed his collar, squeezed it so tight the boss started to gasp for air. The boss fell to his knees. "There. That's who you truly are. You aren't a top. You aren't a dom. You are a piece of shit. Come with me. Oh, and get rid of everything in your pockets. Put it all on the desk. Any valuables as well as your phone. You are no longer going to need any of those things."
For some reason, the boss did as he was told. He walked by his receptionist and told her he would be out the rest of the day. There was a raised eyebrow but nothing more. "Yes Sir. Will you be back in the morning?"
"I will call you. Don't count on it."
Completely inexplicable to a man such as Joe's boss, he was following Paul like a lost puppy. The boss could feel his ego deflating with each step.
Paul pushed the key fob for the trunk opening. "Get in."
The boss got in. Paul shut the lid and drove off.
Paul backed the car into the garage and shutting the door before opening the trunk. "Get out."
The boss got out still completely in disbelief that he was in obeisance. Paul took him to the living room. "Take off your clothes."
The boss took off his clothes. Paul picked them up and threw them into the fireplace. He opened the flue, struck a match and up the boss' clothes went in flames. You will no longer need those.
Now the boss started to sob. But he didn't dare say a word. He wanted to fight, yet for some reason there was no fight there. He wanted to obey Paul.
Come down to the basement. Paul put a collar on the boss. They walked down the stairs. At the bottom the boss could see that there was a cage. It was big enough for a cot and a urinal. There was a bowl of water on the floor and some mush.
"There you go fucker. We will talk later."
The bosses didn't say a word. How could he? How could this power that Paul possessed have completely destroyed him? He didn't know. He didn't care. He almost felt relief. All he thought about the rest of the day was "I want to serve Paul. I want to suck his cock. I want to be his bitch."
Paul knew that was what the boss was thinking. He smirked because that was not what was going to happen to the poor former boss. The boss had a lot worse problems in store that sucking Paul's cock. He was going to become a slave, but not for Paul. For someone that Paul wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.
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