Chapter 31 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 31
Sinclair wasted no time putting Paul through his paces. Paul's instructions were he had to submit to Sinclair at all times. The exception was work.
With Joe gone, Paul hired a temp to take care of the day-to-day while he focused on the bigger part of the business.
Paul was clear with the agency that he wanted a man for the job. He felt gay or straight a man would be more comfortable. The intense energy between Sinclair and Paul a man would understand.
Sinclair did all the things he would do to any submissive. Paul made all the meals, did all the cleaning, sat at his master's feet during dinner. Nudity at all times except during business hours when the temp was there.
Several nights Sinclair forced Paul to the basement where Paul would be in solitary. Sinclair made Paul go through solitary weekends like he did to 'fag-in-the-basement'.
Other things happened in the basement as well. Paul would get his ass spanked or paddled a lot while in the stockade or iron cross. There was no whipping though. Sinclair did treat Paul different than other submissives. The reasons were other submissives were faggots or less. Whipping and scarring Sinclair reserved to the lower status. Paul was only being submissive in a game of strength between the two of them. No scarring.
Sinclair played with breath control as well; yet, once again, not to the degree that he did it with Joe. There was a sexual dance going on here different than another sub.
If a camera caught them together, it would make 50 shades look like Disney.
When Sinclair allowed Paul to sleep in their bed they had mad, passionate, love making sex. Neither Paul nor Sinclair had experienced this type of intensity. It was becoming clear to both of them they needed each other and wanted to be together with each other. The depth of their love toward each other was distinctive. There was a difference greater than any other love they felt with another man or slave before. This included Joe.
One morning Sinclair said to Paul while lying in bed. "Today you are going to sub in front of the temp. Kevin knows what's going on. He has been comfortable around us. Besides, it's good for a straight boy to see how the other side of the fence plays. Might give him some thoughts or excite him."
Paul's retort, "You want to fuck him don't you."
"Yeah. I wanna fuck him and so do you."
"Yes. I wanna fuck him."
Paul walked into the office naked where Kevin was already busy with the day's work.
"Sir. You're naked!" Kevin exclaimed.
"Yeah. Sinclair and I are playing this game together for the last month. He is dominating me and I am subbing for him. So he told me I had to play submissive in front of you today. Therefore, I am naked and exposing myself to you."
"What do you mean?" Kevin didn't understand.
"Oh. Haven't you ever felt like dominating a woman or having them dominate you?"
"Actually Sir. No, I have not. Does that mean that I control them or they control me?"
"Yeah. It can be playtime or it can be fulltime." Paul explained. "I'm sure you've heard of slaves and masters. You know Sinclair and I have two slaves. They are in Paris taking a break while Sinclair and I work on our relationship."
Kevin gulped. "Yes, I've heard of slaves and masters. Are you a master?"
"Yup."
"So why are you naked and taking orders from Sinclair?"
"Because Sinclair challenged me to submit to him while the others were away. We were arguing all the time and calling each other assholes. We concluded this might ease the tension. It has. We continue to call each other assholes; but, the tension went from animosity to love." Paul explained.
Paul could see that Kevin's cock was hard as a rock in his pants. Paul was not going to say anything or expose that he saw what was going on. He knew regardless of straight or gay, this type of conversation was going to make a man hard.
"So I'm not working today. I'm playing sub to Sinclair all day today. I came in to warn you that it's could get wild around here. If you don't want to stay, I understand." Paul brushed his cock as he said that.
"No Sir. I want to stay. I need the money. Besides, how bad could it get?" Kevin asked.
Paul smirked. "See if you feel the same at the end of the day. We will be serving lunch at 12:30."
Kevin ate with them if they were home. It was part of the perks that Kevin could eat whatever he wanted in the kitchen throughout his workday. No bag lunch required.
Kevin could hear Paul cleaning the house all morning long. Housecleaning was lacking without a slave around. Paul was not a sub during the day and on weekends he spent in basement duty.
Paul stuck his head in the office door announcing lunch. He made sure that Kevin saw his naked broad muscular shoulders in the process. When Kevin got to the table there were only two place settings.
Kevin asked Sinclair, "Where am I to sit Sir?"
"Right here across from me."
Kevin looked puzzled but sat. Paul started bringing in a beautiful lunch. Paul was in seventh heaven over this aspect of being a sub. Paul loved to cook and he didn't get to do it much because of business and because he had two capable slaves.
While the slaves were away Paul did most of the cooking unless Sinclair and he ate out. He did not find this a submissive part of the game.
When everything was ready Paul asked, "Is everything satisfactory, Sir?"
"Yes boy. Now sit until we need you." Sinclair said.
With this, Paul sat down next to Sinclair's feet. It was funny looking. Paul was such a big guy. His stature didn't allow for the type of submissive look one would expect in this situation. Regardless, Kevin couldn't help his surprise.
Sinclair started talking about sports, work and whatever small talk conversation. He ignored Kevin's flabbergasted face. Kevin got into the swing of this unusual meal. He and Sinclair had a nice banter through the whole thing.
Meanwhile, under the table, Paul observed a stuff cock under Kevin's pants.
Kevin went back to work finishing out the day without any interaction between the others. He stepped out of the office looking to say goodbye around five o'clock. He couldn't find anyone. Then he heard some moaning going on in the basement.
If no one was around Kevin left. But curiosity got the better and he had to sneak down and see what was going on.
Kevin peaked down the stair enough to see the full playroom. There was Paul mummified to a cross while Sinclair was sucking his cock and nipples. They had timed this right because they both knew Kevin would not be able to pass up seeing what was going on.
Kevin didn't freak. He sat there for a few minutes. He rubbed his cock until it spurted his "straight" penis in his dress pants. Kevin said to himself, "Get out of here."
He did. Kevin raced home and masturbated. He had never orgasm like that in his life. He spent the entire weekend looking at BDSM porn both straight and gay. By Monday morning he was a wreck.
"Hey, Kevin. How was your weekend?" Paul said with a bit of smirked and clothed.
"Oh, Sir. It was fine. Uneventful."
Paul knew he was lying. It was obvious by his exhausted and disheveled look. He was not as neat and tidy as normal. Paul thought, "It worked."
"Ok. Kevin. Have a good day. If you need anything call. I will be out all day with clients."
That was good. Paul and Sinclair left for the day. Kevin took all his clothes off after he was sure everyone was gone and masturbated all day to porn. He didn't get any work done at all, which upset him even more, but he couldn't help himself. He kept asking himself, 'What had happened?'
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