Chapter 13 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 13
The boss routine went on for about a week. The boss would take the car service to his job. The boss would attempt to work; yet, his mind was only on having Paul fuck with him in any way Sir wanted to. He had trouble keeping it together. Sometimes he would sit at his desk and cry.
The other employees noticed. They stayed silent. They were happy that this former asshole was not bothering them anymore.
The boss's replacement showed up a week later. His name was Mr. Sinclair. Mr. Sinclair was about 5'8", medium build, handsome as shit, dark hair, nothing special, but everything special.
Mr. Sinclair had than energy that only a few men have. It is a charisma. It is an attitude. It is a knowing.
The women in the office immediately got flirtatious. They were all probably wet in their panties.
The men, even the straight ones, could feel it too. They were cooperative and willing to assist Mr. Sinclair in any way he wanted.
The former boss was beside himself. He could not get over Mr. Sinclair. Every time his looked at him he got hard.
Mr. Sinclair met individually with each member of the staff. Because the boss was low man, he was last.
"So what's your deal?" Mr. Sinclair asked once the boss was in Mr. Sinclair's office.
"Sir, what do you mean my deal?"
"Well, I'm replacing you. You requested a demotion to the most menial of positions. It was sudden. What happened?"
The boss was faced with a tight spot; tell the truth or lie. There was something about Mr. Sinclair that made him realize that only the truth was possible.
"Sir, I was an asshole to a former employee. His partner came to see me here in this office. I thought it was going to be a tense chat. The partner would make an ultimatum, which I would abide by and we would go on.
"This guy, Paul, though was different than any man I had ever met. He ordered me to leave without my keys, billfold or phone. We got in his car and drove to his house. At which point, he told me to strip. He burned my clothes in the fireplace. He took me to the basement. Put me in a cage. I did not put up a fight. I didn't question any of it; only obeyed.
"That Monday I filed for divorce. I live in the cage in the basement. Paul does nothing with me other than feed me. I don't understand what has happened to my bravado but it is gone. I am nothing more than an object. I work. I go back. I take my clothes off. I spent the rest of my hours alone in this cage.
"And yet I wouldn't have it any other way.
"That is how I went to work in the former position of Paul's partner. I'm as clueless about it as anyone, yet I am surprisingly content and sometimes happy."
Mr. Sinclair sat behind his desk. He simply, calmly, in this deep voice, "Take your clothes off."
The boss did has he was told. Within a minute he was naked in front of Mr. Sinclair.
"Nice. You got a good body. I can see you have potential as a whore and a fag. You have the mentality of a subservient human being. I like property like that. You will make someone's ownership of you quite rewarding.
Mr. Sinclair took out his phone and started taking pictures of the boss. He took them from all angles. He had the boss get on his knees and show of his hot ass. The boss had to stick out his tongue and act like a dog. All of this only got the boss excited. His boner was almost to the point of ejaculation by the time the photo shoot was over.
"There. I have enough photos." Suddenly Mr. Sinclair started to unbutton his shirt revealing this body that on most guys would be average, but with Mr. Sinclair, it was a body for complete and utter devotion and worship.
Mr. Sinclair took everything off but his underwear. "Come here."
The boss crawled over to Mr. Sinclair. He went to Mr. Sinclair's crotch and sniffed. Never touching, just breathing in the scent.
"Smell that. That is a thing of worship. You are to worship that and me at all times. You will do my bidding from now on. This cock is your God. I am your God. I own you. You are my congregation. Your life, as you know, it is over."
Mr. Sinclair allowed the boss to breathe this in for a few more minutes. He wanted to make sure that the boss understood the depth of what was happening. He was marking his scent on his new fag.
"Now get dressed. Go back to work as if nothing ever happened here. When I am ready for you again, I will get you. Do not speak to me unless I speak to you first.
"Oh. And one last thing."
Mr. Sinclair walked over to the former boss who was now a slave. Put this on. It was a cock cage.
"You are never to cum again unless I control it. Now, get out."
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