Chapter 19 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 19
When Joe got to the top of the stairs there was nobody around. "Sir. Paul. Where are you?" He found a note on the kitchen table saying that he and Master Sinclair went for a walk.
Joe went on about his morning routine including heading off to the gym for his appointment with the trainer. Joe's body was seeing results. His body ached everyday afterwards. He would have to rest when he got home before working for Paul at his business. He was eating massive quantities of food. Massive for him at least.
The trainer, Ken, was not too big, not too small, just right physical specimen. He was about 5'9", toned muscle, bald head, white cropped beard, perfectly proportioned, with a sweet ass and a bulge in his pants (naturally he has a bulge in his pants because this is porn).
All this hanging out with guys; gay or straight, was new to Joe. Joe had a wife. He had kids. He had a job. There was no time for hanging out with men; other than, of course, Paul who was his longtime straight friend.
Ken was meticulous like Joe was. They got along great. Ken pushed Joe to the limits most days; yet also knew that Joe was building a long-term body, permanent muscle body. Body transformation is not an overnight matter.
Ken was flirtatious with Joe and Joe was as well. This started even before Paul made it clear to Joe that more men would come in and out of their relationship. Joe ended up confiding in Ken what had happened so far over the weekend. He knew he could trust Ken because Ken was well-aware of Paul's history.
"Ken. Of all the things I've said about what happened in the last 24 hours, the one that got me the most was this information that Paul loves me unconditionally and we are going to be fucking around. And that we probably well bring others into the mix every now and then. This is so foreign to me."
"I wouldn't mind being brought into that mix." Ken joked.
Joe smiled. "Yes. I get it. And I wouldn't mind if you were brought in either."
Ken took a back from Joe's forthrightness stumbling said, "I do understand though. That's a lot going on. This Master Sinclair certainly added quite the element to all this. I wonder where he will fit in over time. Paul seems to have found a friend. You said they went for a walk."
"Yeah. Weird. And I'm a little jealous. But I found that I am getting jealous often. I didn't think I had a jealous bone in my body until Paul became my master.
"I wonder if that is a common feeling among slaves?" Joe asked.
Ken responded. "Don't ask me. I've never been in a dom/sub, BDSM anything. Obviously I'm not naïve, and I have had some fantasies, but no experience. Particularly with being a slave."
Joe laughed. "Well me neither until about a month ago. I hope that my jealousy subsides. It probably will because I was jealous when Paul took on my former boss. Here we were starting a new relationship and there's this naked fag in the basement every night.
"But you know what? I'm no longer jealous."
Ken butted in, "because you had sex with him. Twice."
"Yes. Because I had sex with the fag twice. And you know what? I like him. And I know he's not staying but I wouldn't mind if he did."
"Alright. Let's finish up with some bench press and call it a day." Ken ordered. They did and went their separate ways.
Joe headed home for rest and preparing lunch. Ken worked for a few more hours with clients. But if the clients could speak they would say Ken was not completely present.
Ken couldn't wait to get home. He started stripping off his clothes as he walked to the front door of his apartment. By the time he got there the only thing that was on him was a jockstrap. He was carrying the rest of his clothes.
Ken went nuts once the door closed. He got online. He turned on porn. And not just any kind of porn. Hardcore SM porn. He pulled out pictures of Paul that he took of him when he wasn't looking at the gym. He even had some pictures that Paul knew he took with Paul's shirt off. Ken was obsessed with Paul as a dom; not as someone to interfere with Paul and Joe. Just as a dom. Ken wanted Paul to talk dirty to him and call him a fag whore. He wanted to serve as a pig bottom, faggot, worthless whore.
This was not a part of Ken's life that anyone knew about. Ken kept this a secret. Ken was such a goody two shoes. Always prim and proper. He never let on that he was anything but the most basic of queer vanilla sex men.
In fact, Ken was a fag, bottom, whore that had a cunt desperate to be fucked. He was also a gooner. He spent hours online masturbating. He even had his own chaturbate channel that supplemented his income. He was very popular because he put on one of the best shows.
Gooning is the art of letting go into the masturbation that one loses oneself in the bate. His shows lasted for hours. He would make fantastic money because he could last. He was so into his body and cock that he forgot that anyone was watching. He didn't talk to the guys. He masturbated his penis. The sounds of tokens were constant from his fans. He was such a filthy talker.
"Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. I'm a bate whore. I'm a masturbator. I'm a fag. I need to get fucked. I needed to be whipped. Fucking tie me up. Whip me. Beat me fuck my hole. Please sir. Let me suck you cock. Please. Oh please Sir. I will do anything for you sir. Please sir. Fuck me. Make your cunt. Make me your man bitch. I beg of you. I want to be used. Oh god. Please. I want to be a slave so bad..."
You get the idea. Ken was a secret pig. This was all imagination. He couldn't possibly take that part of him to the public or even to someone like Paul who would understand.
He was always remorseful when it was over. He couldn't log out of his channel fast enough. He said thanks and then blank screen.
Another tortured fag soul.
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