Chapter 49 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 49
Joe sat in bed reading the Sunday paper. Sinclair sat in a chair facing the bed. He was reading part of the paper as well. Every time Joe got engrossed in an article, Sinclair would gaze at him studying him and contemplating their relationship.
Beside each of them was a breakfast prepared by their new slave Paul. Paul is an excellent cook. Sinclair fantasied about Paul being a slave line cook who got the whip any time a dish didn't turn out correctly by the brutal master chef. He mused about it being a show on Food Network. He laughed remembering Fox did it with the asshole chef from England. Sinclair couldn't remember his name because he had such contempt for blatant, arrogant abuse disguised as constructive criticism.
Joe peered away from his paper at a moment where Sinclair couldn't get his face back into the read without Joe seeing Sinclair was staring at him. "What are you looking at, Sinclair?"
"You."
"Why?" Joe asked.
"I was thinking about our life and where I would like it to go from here. And, also wanting to know where you want our life to go from here."
"That's a lot a deep for so early in the day." Joe mused deflecting how serious Sinclair was about what he said.
Sinclair laughed, "I know. Isn't this what Sunday mornings are for?"
"Pretty much." Joe smiled. "So, what were you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about the kids. I was thinking about the new business proposal. I was thinking about Paris. I was thinking about how happy I am with you." Sinclair explained. "What are your thoughts about the business, Joe?"
"I'm not a fan. You know this. There is concern about doing a slave factory will send you down a path harmful to you and me." Joe was blunt. "And, I also feel we prioritize what is valuable to us more than any particular business venture. We're not broke. We could use some more money for our future and additional support for the kids if they need something to start their lives. But, is a slave factory the best route? There is a lot of money in it; much more than we would ever need. I'm not sure the sacrifice is worth it. What about you, Sinclair?"
"I couldn't agree with you more. I have to admit, Joe, I'm not sure I would be good at it. It's too flagrant. You know I prefer subtle. Are you aware while you were recuperating from our session with the abusive workouts of the trainer, I was picking up future slaves at the bars around Paris?" Sinclair admitted.
"I was. I didn't like it; but, I decided not to speak about it for a couple of reasons. One is I am your slave, and you can go out and do what you want without my permission. And, two, I knew this was a moment when I had to pull out my slave self and not your partner self." Joe said.
Sinclair grinned. "You are amazing, baby. There are few men in this world with the kind of mental discipline you possess."
Joe nodded. "So, if we take this conversation from the point of our relationship, Sinclair; what do we do?"
"Joe, our relationship is the priority. I know you wanted to have a large family home with lots of men and slaves to play with on all levels of life. I would like that as well; mainly because I want you to be happy.
"I don't see moving to a ranch in the Southwest United States as the answer. I don't want to see slavery every moment of the day. It goes back to subtle verses blatant.
"I like Scott. He will build an incredible facility. Kevin is the man. What a fucking bottom stud he has turned out to be. I can see he is going to take it to the next level. I believe he will be the kind of dominate who is out there whipping the cattle and forcing them to his bidding." Joe and Sinclair were both getting hard over the last fantasy statement.
Sinclair continued, "Then, there's Paul. I don't like him anymore."
"Explain."
"I'm hurt he walked out on our relationship," Sinclair confessed.
"I know what you mean. But, we would not be sitting here if Paul hadn't left." Joe pointed out.
"Yes, I know that, Joe; doesn't change the feelings of hurt." Sinclair retorted.
With less annoyance, Joe said, "I know, baby." He paused a moment, then said, "I feel you want to do something with him."
"Yeah, I do."
"What?"
"I hate to say this, baby, but I want all three of them to go away. I know you want a family of men and slaves. I wouldn't mind that either, but I don't want it under the circumstances proposed. I don't fucking want to live the game 24/7/365. I wouldn't mind working with Kevin and Scott. But, I don't want to be on the ranch. And, I do not want Paul in my life anymore." Sinclair was adamant.
"So, how do you see it working?" Joe questioned.
"Would you allow me to go out and find slaves and send them off? I would be an independent contractor to Kevin and Scott. I noticed when you were recovering I no longer got any pleasure out of doing it. It's business. Slaves need a good home. I know under Scott and Kevin's care they will get the best treatment.
"I want to be in Paris. I want to be near the kids, but not in their life at all unless they ask." Sinclair resumed.
Now, this was a statement Joe could wrap his head around.
Sinclair continued, "We could travel all over Europe. I could do my little side business sending candidates off to the southwest."
Joe interrupted, "And, what about me? What the fuck I am supposed to do? Sinclair, I know I'm your slave, but give me more to do."
"Ok. Ok. How about we work this together for a year or so? The work will give us additional money. Maybe out of it a new family will be born. Who knows?" Sinclair scrambled for an answer.
Joe rolled his eyes. "Sir, remember what I said. I want more to do, and I want a family of men and slaves. I want to live with you no matter what. I would love to live in Paris for lots of reasons. Those are my requests. You do what you need to do. I love the dance between being your partner and being your slave. I want to see how this next chapter with you unfolds."
"Come over here, fucker, and kiss me." Sinclair directed.
Joe did taking his robe off in the process revealing his perfectly muscled body from the intense training, his mangled nips, and the scars on his chest. He was hard as a rock. He kissed Sinclair on the lips leaning over him while Sinclair continued to sit in the chair. Joe opened Sinclair's robe releasing Sinclair's cock. He stroked it gently while still kissing Sinclair.
Sinclair grabbed the back of Joe's head moving it so he could whisper in his ear. "Fuck me."
Joe had not fucked Sinclair in a long time. Not since the days when Paul, Sinclair and he lived together. Sinclair allowed Joe to throw him down on the floor, raise his legs and brutally enter his ass with the slave cock of Joe.
"Kevin, we decided we do not want to move to the Southwest," Sinclair said during the family meeting of the five of them with the agenda of the business.
"Ok. It doesn't work well without you as a part of it." Kevin said with annoyance.
Sinclair ignored Kevin's statement. He thought, `Fucker, you can't base an entire business around one person.'
Sinclair continued, "Here is what I propose. Joe and I want to stay in Europe. I'm willing to get `clients' for you and be paid for my efforts. I don't want the day-to-day. My best skill is manipulating the prey, so they are ready, willing and fit for slavery. They will be so desperate by the time I send them off to you; they will do anything to be a slave. They will always think slavery will be the sexual mind fuck I give them. It's not. Therefore, they will have a good piece of torture to deal with in their minds forever."
Sinclair was hard at the thought. Finding was what he loved. It was a good fit.
Kevin smiled. He liked Sinclair's idea and saw the value in it immediately. "I'm good with that. Are you good with this, Scott?"
Scott responded with a smile, "I'm good. Can we go now?"
"Yes." Kevin immediately got on the web and booked three tickets to Phoenix. Within a couple of hours, the five were standing curbside by the building they were staying in saying goodbyes.
Sinclair took Paul away from the crowd for a moment. He whispered into Paul's ear as he hugged him goodbye. "You are a fucking asshole, and I am not using it as an endearment. You wanted to be my slave. You had a good thing going, and you fucking blew it. I don't want you in my life. I know now Joe and I would be together even if you hadn't runaway. If you hadn't run away, though, it would be the four of us as a unit; a polyamorous life. I hope they fucking castrate you. You are my slave because what I said will never leave your mind. Your torture is I will haunt you forever. You are my slave on my terms, not yours. Remember, you will always be my slave even if you are someone else's. Now, get the fuck away from me. I hope I never see you again."
Sinclair walked back into the building not acknowledging the other three standing on the sidewalk. Paul was shaking as he got in the Uber not saying a word. A black cloud immediately hovered over the others. Scott and Kevin both looked at Joe with a questioning.
"All I can say is he doesn't want Paul around him. He told me he understood why Paul ran away. He even forgave him for doing so. But, he doesn't want him around. I don't quite understand because when we had the event, it seemed as if he was loving and protecting of Paul as he created a new slave in front of the audience. I can only go back to the old line; never predict or assume what your Master will do." Joe gave a half smile.
"I love you both. Safe travels." Joe hugged each. Scott and Kevin got in the car, and away they went.
"What did you say to Paul?" Joe asked upon entering the flat.
"I told him to fuck off and die, and I hoped they castrate him," Sinclair said.
"Sinclair, you didn't mean that." Joe objected.
"I did, and I didn't. I don't want to see Paul for a while or ever again. He turned into a pain in the ass like Ken. Paul manipulated himself into being my slave. It did not come from me. Had he let me do the unfolding of his slave self by staying with us, he would be a good slave now. Instead, he has the mentality of someone who can manipulate. Kevin's going to whip it out of him in the future, and it will be painful for Paul.
"Kevin sees my point about Paul, even if he doesn't admit it yet. He said he was exhausted from dealing with Paul's behavior. A dom should never feel exhausted. Kevin's going to wake up one day and go, "you mother fucker"; meaning Paul.
"What's great, though, is Paul doesn't know I didn't mean what I said to the degree I said it. This way he is a slave in his mind to me. He will always think about what he did, and it will torture him. He got what he wanted. He wanted to be my slave; but, not on his terms. Mine." Sinclair finished.
Joe smiled understanding and switching the subject. "Well, now what?"
"I want to contact the promoter of the charity event. I want to give a piece of the action to the charity. I want to know his expertise in finding appropriate slave candidates. Shall we go get one together?" Sinclair asked.
"Sinclair. I don't think I want to be a part of it." Joe responded.
"You could fuck `em. I would enjoy watching, especially because I won't touch the prey, which will make the fag crazy. The future slaves will see me sitting off to the side stroking my cock as you give them your cum.
"You could explain what a beautiful life it is. They will be much more prepared and willing to take the journey with a mentor such as you. You can tell them your story including the wonderful feeling you had the first time the whip snapped on your skin.
"Tell them about your first master, and, then, about Master Sinclair. Their cunts will be so wet. Imagine the handsome slave boarding a flight with your cum up its ass."
When Sinclair put it that way, Joe smiled and said, "Sure. Let's go find us a slave."
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