Chapter 26 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 26
The party was on for tonight. Joe made all the arrangements including naked men catering. Ken and Joe were not the kitchen help tonight.
Initially, Joe was on display on an iron cross in the middle of the playroom. The party was all over the house so men would come and admire and then go have a drink or finger food.
Ken was the doorman. He checked men's clothes. Some were naked. Others not. Paul had said on the invitation to feel free to be naked. It wasn't an order, but it was implied that naked was best.
Ken was super busy and beside himself with all the men and the naked caterers. He had never been around this many men before. He was very sheltered except for his chaterbate channel. The attraction of these guys made Ken's dick hard most of the time.
About an hour into the party, Joe was removed from the iron cross. He was instructed to crawl around on his hands and knees. He was to go up to men offering his mouth or ass.
Most ignored him for a while, which was actually part of the game. Joe was unfazed. He was now a slave and whatever happens was to happen.
Eventually, men could no longer resist. That started putting their cocks in his mouth and up his hole. Finally, the play was on. Men were playing with each other and one by one Joe was feeding.
Since there were about 100 men at the party, things needed to start happening. One by one Joe received a load. Cum dripped out of his ass. Cum dripped down his chin. Joe was in hog heaven. With surrender this game became fun.
Joe's orgasms were constant. He knew he couldn't cum but any slave with his salt can orgasm without the need to shooting a load.
Men were applauding as each load was received. It was quite a marvelous sight to behold. Most of these men were well sexed, but this was on a whole new level.
There was a circular crowd around the festivities. Everyone was in the playroom watching.
Suddenly the crowd parted. A man walked in. The men either knew him or knew of him, but they all got out of his way.
The man walked up to Joe. "Here boy. Fetch." The man threw a ball. Joe went after it bringing it back to the man. Joe handed the ball to the man and sniffed.
"Go fetch."
Joe did it again, returning and sniffing.
Joe could feel that he was under a spell. He was not thinking about Paul or Ken. He was not thinking about the other men in the room. His only focus was on this man.
Finally, the man said, "Come here. Let me put this collar around your neck. It's time we went for a walk."
Joe had no objection.
Paul was watching the whole thing.
Ken was crying and looking at Paul who was snubbing Ken.
The man and Joe walked out of the playroom and out of the house. Joe got in the backseat and lay there like a dog.
"Okay, everyone. The show's over. Time to go home. Ken will help you find your stuff." Paul ordered everyone out of the house. There were no stragglers. The party was over.
When the last of the men departed, Ken closed the door and slumped to the floor. Paul let him be with his feelings for a short time and then came in and sat down next to Ken.
"Why?" Ken asked.
"Why not?" Paul said.
"But him. You know his history."
"Look Ken. Joe is my partner and my slave. I will do whatever I want to do with him. And if that means going with Sinclair, then that means going with Sinclair.
"There's a lot of slave lessons here for you.
"Did you watch how Joe handled himself tonight? There was no objection to anything. And with no objection or expectation, he had a grand time. He had more cum in his body than most have in ten years.
"And when Sinclair entered the room he was not thrown in the least. He went with it.
"When are you going to surrender Ken? I have no expectations here, but it's a question to pose to yourself.
"In the meantime, you are now taking over all of Joe's duties. We don't know how long Joe will be gone. He might not ever come back. That will be a decision between Sinclair and me."
Ken started to cry more.
"Look Ken. It is what it is. You are not in control here. The fantasy is gone. Here is the reality of being a slave. Now get up. Help the caterers and clean up the house. I'm going to bed."
Paul got up showing no affection towards Ken. Paul knew that Ken had to sit with these feelings. This was a crucial moment in Ken's surrender. Would he? Would he not?
Paul didn't know but he was tired and wanted to go to sleep. Paul also was secretly upset about what happened tonight because Joe was not just another slave. Joe was Paul's love. And Paul had to let Joe go to have an experience he wouldn't have with him. Paul knew this was part of Joe's training. He regretfully was aware that this training may lead down a path that was not conducive to Paul and Joe's relationship. That was the chance he would have to take.
Over at Sinclair's, Joe rested comfortably in a dog bed and a blanket over him. Sinclair went to sleep knowing that he had a responsibility to this slave in a way he had never had before. He knew that he had to do it differently or it might jeopardize his relationship with the love of his life, Paul.
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