Chapter 24 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 24
Paul was taken aback that Sinclair did not categorially defend himself by saying something like: "Yeah right." Or sarcasm "Like you could."
No Sinclair sat there not extending the conversation. What was he thinking? Could it be that he was considering it over the sudden introspection of letting the fag-in-the-basement go down the path of others? Did Sinclair want to be topped?
Paul felt that Sinclair was one of the ultimate tops because he could melt a man in a day. It would take Paul longer. Maybe that is why Paul had greater success with his fags; he took his time.
The situation on the phone got a little weird and terribly sexy. Paul wanted to fuck with Sinclair badly. "Sinclair come over."
"Be right there."
Sinclair was there in just a few minutes. From the moment Paul opened the door they were passionately making love ripping each other's clothes off. Paul was down on Sinclair's dick within seconds. He wanted to feel a top's cock.
"That's it buddy. Suck my cock. Oh yeah fucker. That feels so good. You are a great cocksucker. Your mouth is so perfect for my cock. Fuck yeah. Suck it asshole. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
This was turning into a different kind of sex for the two of them. Before it was just two tops fucking; pretty vanilla actually.
Now the two of them were at it like pigs in shit. "Sinclair, I'm gonna fuck your cunt like there's no tomorrow."
Paul threw Sinclair down on the floor (Paul was significantly stronger and bigger than Sinclair). "Give me that fucking hole."
Paul shoved his massive man cock hard into Sinclair's waiting ass. This was an incredible situation. Yes. It was two tops having fun but this was rough fun. It was getting serious.
"Fuck me. Fuck my hole. Yeah buddy. Give that cock. I need that man cock up my cunt. Fuck yeah. Fuck me like a pig. Fuck me like you would one of your fags." Sinclair was yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Yeah buddy. You want cock. You want man cock. You want to have cock up your cunt. Fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"Pound me asshole. Fucking pound me. Make me hurt. Make me scream. Give me your cum. Make me your bitch you fucking pig. You make me sick how patient and nice you are to your fags. Now fuck me raw now asshole."
Wow. So now we were at the bottom of it all. There was jealousy and envy. Not good traits for a top.
"So you're jealous. You're jealous that I'm a more successful top than me. Come on buddy. Give me a fucking break. You god damn asshole. You do it your way and I'll do it mine. We both have our styles and we accomplish the same thing; domination over other men. Now take my fucking man load you asshole cunt. Now. Take it now.; Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Yeah yeah yeah."
The cream spurted out of Paul cock deep into the recesses and bowels of Sinclair. Now Sinclair had been fucked by Paul before. Paul semen was familiar. But this was different. This was rivalry, friendship, savagery, and love. Yes, Sinclair actually loved Paul. That was why he was jealous.
Paul felt the same. This little asshole dom likes me deeper than just friends and sex buddies. What the fuck do I do with that crap?
Sinclair didn't cum. He didn't need to. He was completely satisfied and some air had been cleared. But Sinclair was in for a surprise. Paul grabbed him by the throat instructing `get the fuck up asshole and go to the basement.'
"Joe!"
Joe in the meanwhile was hiding with Ken. The ruckus was so much they were scared to death. They had witness Paul hurt someone before. As well as Sinclair. They never thought that it would be the two of them at it.
Sinclair being an intuitive knew what Paul was up to. He went down the dungeon. Lubed up his hole. Laid face up on the bed.
Joe came running to Paul. Ken right behind. "Get to the basement now."
They all got down the basement. Joe and Ken both were astonished to see Sinclair on the bed with his legs in the air.
"Fuck him Joe. Fuck him now."
"But Sir."
Paul slapped Joe across the face. "What did I say about questioning me?"
Joe didn't answer. He walked up to Sinclair. His hard cock plunged deeply into Sinclair's ass. Sinclair knew what to do next.
"Okay boy. Am I making you uncomfortable? Am I fucking with your head? I'm a Master. I'm a dom. I'm a top. And yet you the fag slave are fucking my ass right this minute. You think you know shit don't you. You think you understand this dom/sub master/slave shit.
"You don't you fucking cunt. You're a novice and you will never catch up because Paul and I are going to continue to fuck with your head until you understand that the rules are ours. Not yours. If either one of us wants to get fucked by you then so be it even though you're the fag.
"If we want to send you off to slave auction, that's our purgative. You have no choice in these matters. You are to obey. Don't you ever question either one of us again. Now fuck me hard. Give me your god damn cum you piece of shit."
Sinclair had him in the palm of his hand. Joe was so hot after being talked to like that. Paul never went that far with him. Sinclair had a different power and it turned him on so much that he shot a big fag load up Sinclair's waiting ass.
Now Joe felt something on his ass. It was Ken. Paul told Ken to go fuck your buddy. Sinclair just laid there with Joe lying on top and Ken fucking Joe's ass.
"Same goes for you too asshole. You fuck when we tell you to. You get fucked when we tell you too. You're both the same. Sub to us. Know it. Get it deep into the recesses of your brain."
Ken had no trouble with this. Ken loved Joe and was always hot for him. They had regular sex all the time so it was nothing for him to fuck his friend.
The minute Ken came Paul broke the spell, "Now get upstairs and fix dinner." Both Joe and Ken were in deep orgasm and could hardly maneuver up the stairs. It took them a long time to recover. They lay down on the kitchen floor in each other's arms for several minutes breathing heavy and kissing.
Finally, they got dinner together. The four of them sat at the table. Joe wondered what was going to happen next after all this. He didn't have to wait long to find out.
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