Chapter 23 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 23
Ken wrapped up his client load in a few weeks' time. Master Paul told him that he had to be respectful to his clients. He could not dump them. He was required to place each with a new trainer and make sure it was a good fit.
Fags and slaves can get antsy. Ken was no exception and Paul knew that. Paul teaches patience to a fag/slave more than most doms.
It took weeks to finish up with each client. Ken was anxious to get on with service of Paul and Joe. He obeyed Paul to the letter when Paul said you must give each client as much attention as you did prior to coming into the fold.
The apartment was a different story. Master Paul, Joe and Ken went over to the apartment and threw everything out or gave it to the thrift store. Ken was not allowed to keep one personal possession or memento. He cried seeing the pictures of his family thrown into a black plastic bag.
What was even worse was that on trash day Ken had to go back over to the apartment building and sit outside by the dumpster. When the trash truck came he was to watch the dumpster lifted and see his former life land in the container of the big truck. The trash guys noticed and failed to understand why some handsome white guy was watching and crying at the same time.
Paul wanted to make sure that Ken understood there was no going back.
Interesting though, Master Paul did not allow Ken to give up his chaturbate channel. Instead he made Ken become more of a pig in front of his audience.
Over the next year, much of Ken's training happened in front of the camera with Paul and Joe wearing leather hoods and Ken being exposed and humiliated in a level he never even considered.
Ken's body was about as perfectly proportioned as anybody Paul had ever seen. Therefore, Ken was protected from any morphing, tats, whip marks, burn marks, and scaring.
With Ken's training it was all psychological. Ken's face of pain and humiliation was always front and center in the camera. In fact, Paul had so much fun with this as the year progressed that he hired a videographer to capture in better dynamics the degradation of Ken.
The channel skyrocketed in money earned. Chaturbate had never seen anything like it. It was beyond what had been normally shown on the channels. Others attempted to copy, but being first can sometimes be an advantage.
The final result of Ken's year of disgrace was a submissive man turned into the level between slave and fag. Ken served both Paul and Joe; and happily so. Ken fell in love with each of them for different reasons so it was easy to serve a slave (Joe) as it was to serve a Master.
To be clear, Ken did not go to "fag-in-the-basement" level. He had responsibility. He had to train Joe hour after hour every day. Ken had to be a conscious person.
These types of submissives have it hard. Ones that have to play both sides of the street. There is a part of them that just wants to be ordered to do everything.
That might be ok for Master Sinclair and the fag-in-the-basement, but Master Paul did not run a ship like that. The energy required to instruct every move of a slave was not enjoyable for Paul. Master Sinclair was different. He like have complete control over every moment of a fag's life.
Paul wanted the slaves to think; subservient; yet still know right from wrong. Paul never wanted to get tired of his slaves.
He knew that most likely, regardless of Master Sinclair's commitment to care for the fag-in-the-basement, Paul would not be surprised if he heard from Master Sinclair one day that he sent his fag off to the slave auction.
Paul was a great judge of character. He was a good friend of Master Sinclair. They grew fonder of each other over the years. They regularly had real man sex with each other.
But Paul knew that Master Sinclair's approach to a fag led to exhaustion and boredom. Master Sinclair would ultimately succumb to the fact that he grew tired and off they went.
The nice thing about it though was the subs that Master Sinclair used didn't have anything left in them to fight.
By the time fag-in-the-basement landed on the auction block he was incapable of functioning. Sinclair had sucked the last bit of human out of him. The fag was now no more than an animal.
Fag-in-the-basement went for a pretty penny because Sinclair always made sure they were exercised and feed well. There were deep lash marks on the fag's back. Buyers at these types of establishments like to see that the fag can take a beating.
Fag was so out of it by time he came up for auction, fag didn't know that was what was happening. All fag ever did was eat, get fucked, get whipped, get exercised, piss, shit and wash itself.
Like the young jock from college, fag-in-the-basement disappeared. Never to be heard from again.
"Paul. I did it again. I got bored. That beautiful fag became too much. I feel so bad about it but I've done it so many times now, I don't know if I can do it another way. Your approach with subs is better than mine. You are in it for the long haul. I admire you. I wish I had that patience trait that you have. I beat them down to where I want them and then I get bored and need to find another.
"This fag was such a good fag. Why did I do that again?" Master Sinclair said to Paul one evening after they had sex.
Paul smiled. "Sinclair. Doms are not perfect. Everybody, sub or otherwise, puts us on pedestals. We are still human. We don't always make good decisions. You have an air about you that make men, even butch, straight men swoon. You like the feel of the catch.
"I like the long-term. The initial is great, but I much prefer my slaves' abilities to think, operate my life and business. It's much less work.
"Maybe you need to see a shrink or therapist. There are some good ones in the SM community. Or maybe. Just maybe. You need to be a sub for a while." Paul had an evil grin.
Surprisingly, Sinclair didn't object wholeheartedly.
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