Chapter 47 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 47
"Hey, asshole." Sinclair smiled as he called Paul his term of endearment.
"Hello, Sir." Paul responded.
"Wow, Kevin. You were right. He's heading south." Sinclair made no attempt to make Paul act as a slave playing two roles such as Joe. Sinclair knew Paul wanted lower. He was either going to stay a top, which would be impossible at this stage of the game. Or, Paul would have to go to it' status. In his case, muscle-it'.
"Who is this?" Sinclair asked.
"Sinclair, Joe, this is Scott. He is a new member of the team. I will tell you all about him later. In the meantime, let's sit and chat." Kevin instructed.
The five sat down for a drink before dinner. "I have to tell you, Sinclair, where Paul is going is exhausting. He's becoming too much work. The sex is as good as ever and on some aspects better. But, the day-to-day is a grind. He doesn't automatically know what to do. I have to tell him. He follows direction fine, but telling him every move. Wow." Kevin says this in front of Paul with no editing. Paul doesn't react.
"Yeah. I can see he is going fast. The event is in four days. I will work with him attempting to bring him up a little for logistics stake. I do suggest if you want to have a last romantic moment with your partner, you better do it the day before." Sinclair tells Kevin.
"As for you, asshole. You're causing problems. Straighten up. You're not in charge. I am. And, so is your partner and love, Kevin. Fucking snap out of it." Sinclair scolded Paul.
Paul immediately came to.
The rest of the evening Kevin and Sinclair ignored Paul. They got into a conversation about this Scott person who tagged along.
Scott was an acquisition of Kevin's. He was a high-level executive who wanted out of his job, life and wife. He had a ranch in the southwest US he longed to work on and be a man. He also wanted to experience a space somewhere between sub and slave.
Kevin got the famous lawyer Paul used to handle the situation between Joe and Alice. This lawyer could untangle a man's obligations in short order. The lawyer's fee was high; yet, Kevin's was higher. He charged Scott $3 million to get him out of his life contracts and onto his ranch. He also created an LLC between Scott and Kevin. Thus, they had equal control in the ranch.
"You ever thought of expanding your work with slaves from one at a time to a factory-style, Sinclair?" Kevin asked.
Scott was all ears regarding this conversation. Joe, on the other hand, was getting a little nervous as to where this was going. If Sinclair said yes, it could mean Sinclair's dark side would return to full glory. Paul sat there in quiet visualizing his naked body out in the hot sun, sweating, and working with not a care in the world.
Before Sinclair answered, he noted how much Kevin had changed. Kevin was close to being like him. Kevin's domineering manner had a confidence to it. There was no bravado. He was clear on what he wanted and how he was going to act. Kevin was aware of this aspect of his life; a long way from the pitiful masturbating fag who first showed up at Sinclair and Paul's door.
"Of course, I have. I have had no interest though in the logistics of such an enterprise. I only want to do what I do best, which is seduction. Thus, I stuck with the one-on-one." Sinclair reached over and squeezed Joe's hand knowing full well Joe was uncomfortable with this conversation.
"What if you did what you do best and someone else took care of finding the slaves, operating the business, paying the bills, managing the security issues, and all the other aspects of any business model?" Kevin asked.
"Ok. Continue. But, I will tell you, I will not answer your question this evening. Joe and I will need time to process and decide if it is best for us. He is my slave; but, he is also my partner in life and I no longer make unilateral decisions. We decide together." Pausing with a smile. "I will tell you after all the democracy shit, I make the final decision."
Everyone mused over Sinclair's ability to make light. This was a part of Sinclair's personality which emerged as the result of his relationship with Joe, as well as becoming a father.
"Do you want to hear more?" Kevin asked.
"Shoot." Sinclair responded continuing to hold Joe's hand.
"Paul and I met Scott on one of our business trips. He is a client. Or, was a client. The conversation got personal over a dinner one evening. No drinking. I suspected Scott had latent submissive tendencies. It is a sixth-sense I developed meeting so many high paid executives over my time with Paul and the business.
"Scott asked about how we met. He asked about the dynamics of our relationship. Scott was impressed by the fact we love each other and have a synchronicity toward each other. That is until Paul decided he wanted to go south. But, we already know this challenge and Paul has graced us with his old presence for a few more days." Kevin understood his patience was wearing thin regarding Paul's decision to slavery. He didn't mind this happening, but he didn't like Paul's mind losing it while still in the life of a normal human being.
"By the time dinner was over, Scott confessed he hated his job, life and wife. He wanted to go spend most of his days on the ranch working it hard. He also wanted to at minimum sub for a man and, possibly, become a slave similar to Joe where he has to go between normal life and slavery constantly. He felt it would keep his mind trained. Isn't that right, Joe?" Kevin asked.
Joe snapped out of his wanderings to say, "Yes. Scott, it is a wonderful life. I am lucky. Sinclair loves me unconditionally. He makes me be his slave and I also must function on all levels. It is fantastic mind discipline."
Joe stood and took his clothes off. "And, Scott, I get to experience this." Joe revealed not only his muscle body, but all the scars from repeated rounds of the whip. Joe was proud of his scars. He saw them as a badge of honor. He saw them as a demonstration of his love and service to Sinclair.
Scott's eyes widened. Kevin as well because Kevin had not seen Joe naked in a long time. Joe's scars were deeper and more pronounced since when he and Kevin hung around together.
It was beautiful to behold. Joe was the best-of-the-best of slaves. Joe knew it. And, Sinclair beamed with delight at seeing his slave demonstrate.
"Scott, suck him off." Sinclair ordered.
Scott crawled over to Joe taking Joe's meat into his mouth. Scott went to town on the cock. He did everything he could with his hands to feel some of the scars on Joe's ass and lower back. Scott played with Joe's mangled and pronounced nipples. Joe moaned in excitement. Joe had not had sex for a month. It didn't take long before he was dumping slave cum down the cunt's throat.
"Good boy. You're going to be fun to play with. Joe. Serve dinner. Paul. You help." Sinclair ordered.
There was a SM event being staged for a charity event. Sinclair entered himself filling the form with three slaves attending him, Joe, Paul and Scott. Kevin would be in the audience observing the love of his life taking the next steps in reduction.
The chatter around the breakfast table was lively. Joe and Paul served a magnificent meal. Sinclair was in good spirits with the same tourist level charm he is capable of displaying.
"So, Scott. How do you feel about the event? You haven't submitted yet; other than to Kevin and Paul with a large check. Now, you are going to submit to me. And, your first time is going to be in a public forum." Sinclair asked.
Scott could feel is cock hardening as Sinclair began to switch from devil-may-care tourist and friend, to Master.
Watching this, Joe fell into a deeper trance of love for Sinclair. He enjoyed and appreciated the more well-roundedness of Sinclair of today verses the serious Sinclair he met originally back in the office. Joe smiled thinking about how his relationship with Sinclair went from boss, to slave, to husband-status (without the contractual agreement). "Amazing." He thought.
"Why don't you take all your clothes off, Scott? Let the four of us take a good look at you. Display your body as it currently is for us. Do it slow. We want a reveal." Sinclair ordered.
Scott began unbuttoning his shirt. He couldn't believe this was happening at the breakfast table. He worked hard to be dressed and properly presentable for the day; only to obey taking his pressed, clean wardrobe removed so quickly.
Nevertheless, this was Scott's first moment as a sub; besides the $3 million check he wrote to get himself out of his former life. He decided to relish the experience.
With a slow pace, Scott unbuttoned each button on his shirt taking it off. He undid his pants letting them fall to the floor stepping out of them. Next he pulled his socks away from his feet. The boner sticking out from his underwear hurt with anticipation.
"Stop. How does this feel so far, Scott? Your cock is suggesting you like the experience of having two men and two slaves watch you." Sinclair observed.
Nobody, including Paul, flinched as the matter-of-fact style of Sinclair declared Paul a slave. This being quite contrary to the reaction of Paul, Joe and Ken when Sinclair proclaimed Paul no longer a master. Everyone was comfortable with Paul's lowering. The fear dissipated.
"It feels good, Sir. This is another level of exposure of my true self, which started with Kevin and Paul approaching me about my desires in life."
"Very good, boy. Now, take your t-shirt off. Let's see what we are working with here."
Pulling the t-shirt over his head, Scott revealed an average, executive body. Scott's desired in life was to work the ranch he owned; thus, he made sure his body didn't go too far south. But, it is difficult to maintain a physique when being an executive.
"Take the underwear off if your erection will let you." Sinclair joked.
Down came the underwear and Scott exposed his entire body to the crew.
"Good. Nice body. We will get you into shape in no time. Right Paul?" Sinclair asked.
"Yes, Sir." Paul answered. His status was declared a slave not more than two minutes ago and now he was asked to move his mind back to the level required to be a physical trainer. This contrast showed he was going to be like Joe, at least for the time being. Paul would create a slave mentality in him while being responsible for normal things such as work and physical training. In his mind, Paul resigned his desire for further lowering would be delayed until his services at this level were no longer needed. As a slave, he knew he must have the discipline of slave-mind until further notice.
"Get down on your knees and bark like a dog." Sinclair ordered.
"Now fetch."
Scott crawled across the room to pick up the ball in his teeth.
"Good boy. Do it again."
"Good boy. Do it again."
"Now. Lay down here at my feet. You will not be wearing clothes until further notice. We are going to go about getting ready for tonight. You are to feel the experience of naked exposure to other men and slaves. Take it in. Luxuriate in it. This is your new life."
Sinclair got up and left the flat not telling anyone where he was going.
Ken told Paul they were going for a walk.
Scott lay naked on the floor and felt.
Kevin and Paul walked for a long time. They held hands. They stopped at a café to sip coffee and watch the world go by. There was not a lot of conversation. Kevin wanted Paul to be with his emotional state dissecting where their relationship was going.
Later on over a lunch, Kevin observed, "You understand, Paul, what is going on?"
"Yes, Sir. I do." Paul answered.
"Are you comfortable with that?"
"Yes, Sir." Paul replied.
"Explain to me what's going on."
"Sir. I am now a slave to Master Sinclair. Besides being the love of my life, you are my Dom. You are not part of Sinclair's dominion other than if and when Sinclair declares a change in my status of which would keep us from being together. I am to develop a slave mentality such as Joe did.
"Speaking of Joe, I understand my status is beneath him.
"When we return to the states, I will be turning the business over to you completely. My role with be one of consultant and display case. You will use me as an example of the blessings of slavehood.
"Since I have a handsome, beautiful, muscular daddy-type body, the underlying implication to new recruits will be they can look like me as well. We both know this is not so.
"My assumption is I will be responsible for physical training of the slaves once we return to Scott's ranch." Paul ended. He was scared to talk about him and Kevin.
Kevin finished the description and discussion. "You are the most wonderful person I have ever met in my life, Paul. I love you. I want you to be happy. Over the time my dominate nature came through, I became comfortable with accepting your desires. Whatever happens to you, I will be ok with. Thus, I achieved what Sinclair asked of me, "Let go of the hurt in Paul's change." I did.
Kevin took Paul's hand motioning him to stand. They left the restaurant walking to one of the most beautiful luxury hotels in Berlin.
"I believe you've been expecting us." Kevin said to the desk clerk.
"Yes, Sir. Your suite is ready. The bellman will take you there."
The bellman opened the door to the suite. He showed all the features and how to get ahold of service. The bellman kept looking at Paul's magnificent body.
"Do you like his body?" Ken asked the bellman.
With a blush, he responded, "Yes. Sir."
"Are you into kinky, sm-type stuff?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Tonight, Paul, here, is going to be a star slave at the charity event. You heard it was going on I assume." Kevin asked.
"Yes, Sir. I have a ticket." The bellman said.
"Good. Tonight you are going to witness Paul's first official performance as a slave. It will be fantastic. I guarantee."
The bellman's cock was pressing hard against his uniform.
Kevin walked over giving the bellman's cock a squeeze. "Both of you boys take your clothes off."
"But, Sir. I have to get back."
"No you don't boy. Take your clothes off now." Kevin ordered.
"Paul, show off your body to the boy. I want to watch him masturbate to your exposure."
Paul took his clothes off and so did the bellman.
Speaking to the bellman, "Nice. Always good to see a fag, fag out. Masturbate fucker. Look at him. Look at my partner. Isn't he hot? Wouldn't you like to be dominated by something like that?
"Well, guess what fucker. Paul here is a slave. He is a big, handsome, muscular daddy-slave.
"Oh. I see that's getting you hot. Slow down boy. Savor. I don't want you cumming to fast. Look at him. Think about what it would be like; yet, he is just like you. He is slave. You have a slave mentality. You need an owner.
"That's why you are a bellman. You like to serve. You like to be ordered. You don't want to think other than what your job is to do.
"I bet you suck off a lot of the business men that come here. Don't you fag?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Yeah, fucking hot. Come on boy. Look at him. Wouldn't you love to have that? Fuck yeah. Masturbate. Perv out fucker. Come on. Give it up. Give that cock up. Shoot that fucker. Come on. Do it. Do it. Fucking shoot it you frigging queer. Come on. Go. Do it now, asshole." Kevin egged on the bellman fag.
The bellman shot a huge load all over his belly. When he calmed down, he wanted to wipe it off.
"No you don't. You get dressed with cum all over. I want you to know it's there the rest of your shift.
"Here's my card. You call me tomorrow after your shift. I want to talk with you."
"Yes, Sir." The bellman whimpered.
"You are privileged asshole. You got to look at the final version of a former stud. Enjoy the show tonight." Kevin said.
The bellman left.
Kevin folded Paul's clothes neatly setting them aside. He then removed all his own clothes folding them neatly. "Let's go to bed, baby. I want to make love to you.
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