Chapter 15 – 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
Chapter 15
Joe fixed a lovely dinner for Mr. Sinclair and Paul. He had to think on the fly regardless of the bulge in his pants because of the unexpected guest.
He also made the high protein mush for the slave in the basement. He was so hoping that he would not have to be the one to take it to him. Joe didn't like his former boss. Joe got off in his head about his former boss being naked and caged in the basement. What he didn't want to admit to himself was that there was a bit of jealousy.
He longed for being thrown naked in the cage for a while. But it was more of a fantasy than a reality. He kept reminding himself that Joe service was different from the former boss.
Joe was Paul's partner and slave. He had to play both roles. This is the mind-fuck of a slave in that position of slave society. On one hand he must be normal to get the work done. On the other hand, he must succumb to any whim of the master.
Those are the slaves that earn their keep. Slaves in the former boss' position are simply amusement. Joe's position was serious. He had to play both sides of the fence. Hard work, yet it also kept Joe from his mind taking him to it' status. Joe did not know anything about it' status being the naïve fag that he was. He didn't know all the ins and outs of fagdom.
Paul ordered Joe to take the slave food to the naked fag in the basement.
When he got to the bottom of the stairs he heard whimpering. The former boss was crying softly.
Joe hesitated to say anything because he was on a schedule. He was too goodhearted though and asked what's wrong.
The fag on the floor said, "I fell in love today. I want to serve Mr. Sinclair. I don't know what's happening. He takes my breath away. I am willing to give up everything for him." At that point he started to cry slightly louder.
"Look. I can't stay. And I can't comment. But I believe everything will work out."
With that Joe ran up the stairs. It was time to serve.
Because this was Joe's first time serving company he made the presumption that he would be sitting at the table like all other nights. Paul corrected him. "You will eat on the floor by my feet tonight. This is an evening for men. Be ready to serve when asked."
Joe was a little hurt by this order and at the same time this was a slave experience he had not had before. It was intoxicating being my master's feet while the two real men talked above him. Everyone in a while either Mr. Sinclair or Paul would ask Joe for something. He would get up and be rock hard.
"Looks like this turns you on?" Paul said with a smile and a stroke of Joe's cock. Joe almost came just from that slight touch. Joe was turned on. Serving to real men upstairs. A naked slave in the basement. Him naked in front of both of them. Eating on the floor by his master's feet. He prayed silently that something sexual would happen tonight no matter who it was with.
When the meal was over, Paul and Mr. Sinclair moved to the living room to talk. While this was going on Joe cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen.
Paul came in by himself walking up behind Joe and giving him a big hug. He whispered in Joe's ear, "You were so beautiful tonight. You know how to take care of me and make me proud." Paul turned Joe around and kissed him deep and hard. Joe thought they might end up having sex on the kitchen floor Paul was so aggressive. Joe could feel Paul's hard cock struggling in his pants. Of course, Joe's cock was hard and exposed; just like the rest of him.
Paul pushed Joe away slightly to look deep into Joe's eyes. "Joe. We are going to have some fun tonight. You're going to see a little more about what this whole slave thing is about. Some of it might scare you. Some of it might make you blow your load. Remember, I take care of you. You are my slave. I don't hurt my slaves. Remember that if it gets intense.
"Now come down to the basement. You are to remain silent at all times. You will not be spoken to. The game is going to be on the fag down there. I want you to watch for the experience."
Paul led Joe down to the basement. Mr. Sinclair was already there. His shirt was off and the fag was in a kneeling position and still whimpering. Mr. Sinclair just stood there looking at this creature. Mr. Sinclair knew what happened to the fag since meeting him earlier today.
Joe sat down in a chair with a perfect view of Mr. Sinclair, the cage and the fag. Paul first put a ball gage in Joe's mouth. Then Paul said, "Get in the most comfortable position you can find now. You are going to be here a while."
With that, Paul started tying Joe to the chair. He was a master ropes man. By the time Paul was done, Joe not only couldn't move, but he was also magnificently tied. If pictures were taken awards would be given out for the mastery.
Joe felt comfortable tied up. He was surprised at how quickly he took to immobilization. His cock dripped and dripped.
What Joe was not prepared for or comfortable with was what he was about to witness.
Thank you for reading.
Appreciation: Donate to Nifty. Feedback to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com
Thank you.