Chapter 16 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 16
"Fetch."
The fag had knee pads installed on him. The men started throwing a toy ball around the basement for the fag to run after on all fours, retrieve and bring back.
Each time the fag gave the ball back to one of the Masters, he sniffed their crotch and a nuzzled down by their bare feet.
The fag seemed to enjoy this game. It's cock, which had been released from the cage by Master Sinclair, was rock hard the whole time. It was all the fag could do to keep humping the floor or the leg of either Master Paul or Master Sinclair.
Fag stayed in the begging position as Master Sinclair pulled his cock out of his pants. Fag knew what was to happen next and was quite willing.
The warm stream of fresh urine bathed the fag's throat and body. The fag was in heaven. Never had the fag felt so connected to a man. It was as if this single act of taking fluids from his Master sealed the deal. Not that there was any deal made between them because a deal would imply cooperation.
But in the fag's mind, this act of urination allowed his feeble brain to know that he would do anything for Master.
Master Sinclair was an expert having men succumb to him. He had done it many times over his life.
It started in secondary schools where he would have guys take care of his needs in all kinds of ways; but without sex at that stage.
When Master Sinclair went away to college his first roommate was a jock. Over a period of several months, the jock became Master Sinclair's bitch. To the outside world, everything looked normal. The jock continued being "straight". The jock even dated girls and had fucked a few before Master Sinclair came along.
Once Master Sinclair made the jock his bitch, though, the outside world was just a show. The jock never fucked a woman again. He just played the jock game for the game's sake.
Back then Master Sinclair was more sadistic and not as caring as today. The game became harder and harder for the jock to play. By the end of the semester, he was begging Master Sinclair to be his permanent slave. Master Sinclair was not into that then. Too many more experiences to have before settling down.
Desperate for a real man to serve, the jock started posting his profile on BDSM sites. He found a master. The master came to pick him up one day. There was a knock on the door. Master Sinclair answered.
"I'm here for the pig."
"Oh that."
"Yeah. He looks healthy enough."
Master Sinclair knew this was happening. The jock had quit the team. He quit school. He got rid of everything he owned. When the new master came to collect the merchandise, the dorm room on the jock's side looked like first day; clean and empty.
The new master put a collar on the naked jock and started to walk out.
"Please Sir. Please have me." The jock begged toward Master Sinclair. The jock cried and cried.
The new master pulled the chain and was led out of Master Sinclair's life. Master Sinclair later overheard the conversations in the cafeteria about the jock being taken away naked and with a dog collar.
Master Sinclair regretted that behavior. He swore he would never do that to a fag slave again. He learned through the grapevine that the jock was sold to an unscrupulous master and has now disappeared.
Looking upon this new slave, Master Sinclair knew that he was the one. Not that there wouldn't be more, but that this fag was a keeper. However, Master Sinclair was more sadistic than Master Paul. Master Sinclair's fag would have a much rougher life than Joe.
"Come over here faggot. Lie down over this bench." Master Paul ordered.
What happened next shocked the hell out of Joe. Master Paul took out a paddle.
Master Sinclair secured the fag by tying its hands together followed by the feet.
Master Paul started to caress the ass of the fag with the paddle.
The caressing led to light slaps.
The light slaps led to medium slaps.
The medium slaps led to hard slaps.
The hard slaps led to brutal slaps.
The screaming was horrible.
The crying.
The horror of seeing this poor fag helpless against the whims of Master Paul.
Joe was crying silently thinking, "How could he do such a thing?"
What Joe didn't know was that there was many different dynamics in play here. Joe didn't understand that Master Paul would never do this to Joe. Sure the paddle may be taken to Joe over time, but not to brutality. Joe was a different level fag slave. He still didn't know the distinctions of them all.
All Joe knew was he was scared Master Paul would do that to him. All Master Paul wanted to teach Joe was that there were many different parts to him. Paul could be brutal. Joe needed to understand that. We all have our sides.
Once the paddling was finished. The two real men started to kiss. They embraced and started to have standup sex while their respective slaves watched.
This type of sex between real men is different that sex between a sub and a dom. Sex between real men is mutual; no top, no bottom.
Witnessing this fucked with Joe's head. That was the point. It also fucked with the fag's head but not to the same degree.
The two masters separated and went back to focusing their attention on the fag.
Master Paul lubed up the fag's hole gently. He knew that he was taking virgin cunt. He rubbed the tip of his massive cock up against the pussy hole. Master Sinclair straddled over the head of the fag spreading the fag's cheeks wide for ease of entry by Master Paul.
As Master Paul entered, Master Paul and Master Sinclair kissed. The fag moaned and moaned.
The two masters let go of their love and Master Sinclair started skull fucking the fag throat. The fag was taking cock from both holes.
Joe sat tied up on the sidelines but his cock was free. He moaned with pleasure watching this act. His cock was so hard he knew that he was going to cum without touching.
The masters fucked and fucked and fucked the fag. Finally, Master Paul shot a load up the fag cunt. This was followed by Master Sinclair masturbating and shooting a load all over the face of his fag whore. At the same, time Joe was spurting a load tied to a chair.
When the dust settled, everyone was spent. Again Joe was shocked by the next piece of information.
Master Paul ordered, "Fag. Untie Joe. Joe. Clean the fag up. You two get some rest. If you want to have sex with each other, go ahead. Master Sinclair and I are going to bed. Oh, and Joe, have breakfast ready in the morning."
"But Sir. I'm not coming to bed with you?"
"No Joe. This is a man's night. You fags stay down here. Good night.
"Oh and Joe?"
"Yes Sir"
"When I give you instructions like this, there is no question afterwards such as "I'm not coming to bed with you?"
"That was made clear in my instructions. You had an objection to my instructions. That's not what slaves do. Understand?"
"Yes Sir. I apologize."
"Good night."
The two real men walked up stairs and off to bed in each other's arms. The fags did the same.
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