Chapter 21 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 21
Joe and the fag were released from their bonds.
"Joe. Go fix dinner." Paul ordered.
Joe was crying as he went to the kitchen. His feelings were all over the place. On one hand he was hurt by what he witnessed. On the other hand he was crying over what Paul said to him, "You are the one." On the third hand (which would be his cock) he was so turned on by this display of masculinity that he wanted to jack off into one of the dishes and have them eat it.
This dinner was different than others. All four of them sat at the table. While the fag limited his conversation, the other three were surprisingly lively together. The fag did manage to come around little bit from his fag dream state even making a slight joke about his new found life.
When dinner was over they retired for a few drinks and then Master Sinclair told the fag to collect all his belongings and put them in the car waiting outside.
The Uber driver was a little taken aback by this naked man loading his clothes into the trunk. Master Sinclair has specified that the driver be male as to not offend.
The fag was allowed to hug both Paul and Joe. Master Sinclair kissed Paul passionately, smiled, and said, "Thank you."
He then turned to Joe where he did the same thing. Joe's cock immediately got rock hard. "I knew you liked it even through your protestations." Master Sinclair smirked.
They left.
Paul grabbed Joe, looked him straight in the eyes, and then dropped to his knees on the front porch with the light on and sucked Joe off.
He shared that load with Joe by kissing him.
"Thank you buddy. You were magnificent this weekend. I love you."
Joe cried.
Paul took his hand and walked him to bed. Both were exhausted.
The next day was like any other. Paul worked. Joe did the housework, worked out with Ken, assisted Paul with his business and went to bed.
Late week, Paul decided he was going to work out while Joe and Ken were having their session.
Ken was beside himself. The intensity of his lust was taking Paul to new extremes in his head. He was becoming desperate. Every waking hour he was putting on a show on chaturbate if he wasn't working. He was making tons of money, but the psychological toll was tremendous.
After each session his remorse and sadness over not being able to experience the real thing and his inability to express who he truly is hurt deep.
Joe said, "Ken. You are so distracted today. What is going on?"
"Oh. I'm ok."
"No. You are not. What is going on?"
"Joe, if I tell you I think our friendship/client relationship will fall apart."
Joe may have lived in denial most of his life but with the development of being a slave for a wonderful Master he was getting the hang of his feelings and was getting a keen sense of intuition for others.
"You hot for Paul, aren't you?" Joe exclaimed.
Ken bowed his head in deep shame. "Yes." A tear ran down his cheek.
Joe took Ken's hand and led him over to where Paul was working out. He didn't say a thing. He simply presented Ken to Paul.
Paul got it right away. Here was another fag. They can be found in the most unusual places. They can be found in the most unusual of men.
Here was the quintessential all-American vanilla homosexual. Ken embodied those qualities like few others. He was so straight and narrow on the outside, no one, with the possible exception of Master Sinclair could have pick up on his inner vibe.
"Ken, call you clients and cancel the rest of the day and the weekend. You need to take some time off. I can tell you are down with something and you need to be taken care of. After you are done with that come over to the house.
"With an instruction. You are to go back to your apartment and take all your clothes off. Then you are to walk out to your car in broad daylight with only your wallet, phone and car keys. You will be naked until further notice.
"In fact, why don't you take your clothes off right here in the middle of the gym and walk out to your car and go directly to our home. You can cancel your clients along the way naked and stroking your cock."
For some odd reason, Ken could not say no. He took all his clothes off. He was rock hard and everyone could see it. He went straight to his car with his head held high and his cock spurting a load. Here was a man who had the ultimate control of his cock. He could masturbate for hours; edge and come close, then back off. He made his money with cock control; yet, at this moment he could no longer control any of his normal behavior and sperm shot out of his hard cock as if he was first learning how to masturbate.
People were shocked but for the most part if they were honest all they really were was admiring of his courage and his incredible body. Ken had an amazing body and Paul and Joe were about to play with it all weekend long.
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