Chapter 27 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 27
Taking a deep, satisfied breath Sinclair awoke. There was the prize sleeping in the slave bed. A smile stretch across his face as he took his penis in hand to pleasure the moment. There was a lot fun ahead for him; possibly Joe would enjoy it as well.
Finally, Sinclair got up, walked over to the bed, pulled off the cover, forced Joe's chest to the ground. Automatically Joe provided his pleasure to his new master. Well lubed with grease and cum from the night before, Joe received a gift for all his hard work.
Sinclair was an average size man all the way around including his cock. But his averageness had nothing to do with his power. Joe was average as well; yet, he went the opposite way with his power. Sinclair was strong.
Sinclair dug his nails into Joe's firm pecs all the while plowing the cunt. The hands released the pecs moving to the spot right under Joe's Adam's apple. Joe started gasping for air.
Sinclair was very good at a dangerous game. He knew how long he could strangle and when to let go. Joe responded with giving more of his cunt to Sinclair. His cock rubbed against the dog bed while he moaned with limited airflow.
Sinclair continued the fuck pushing Joe's face into the pillow. Joe was now a fag slave. There was no concern. If he died from a mistake by his Master, it would be ok. There was a trust.
Finally, Sinclair released the fag's head. Sinclair raising his chest, pushing down on Joe's back fucking relentlessly until he shot his load up Joe's cunt.
He got up, slapped the fag's ass and said, "wash up and then make me breakfast".
Think fast Joe being unfamiliar with the house. He needed to be expedient without having to ask Sinclair where things were. He found the bathroom fine and washed feeling the cum leaking out of his hole.
Then he raced to find the kitchen. Luckily everything was in a logical place and he put together a nice breakfast.
Walking into the dining room with the food Sinclair's nude body was overwhelming.
"Here is your breakfast Sir. Is it satisfactory?"
"Yes boy. It is. And so are you. Go eat something in the kitchen. When I have left the dining room, get the dishes, clean up the kitchen and then sit by my feet in the living room. I want to speak with you."
"Yes, Sir."
Joe was hard again thinking about what Sinclair might have to say. But Joe was getting to the point where he could control his emotions and mind. "Whatever he wants it is mine to do."
"Fag, you are in a position different from other slaves. This will need your wits in ways most slaves are incapable of.
"I want you to dance."
"Sir?"
"No. You are going to dance between all the worlds. It will be a test of your nature. On the chance I give you back to Paul, you will be a wonderful slave.
"First. You are going to resume your business duties with Paul. That means you are going to see Paul every day, but still be my slave and report to me. Paul will know that is what's going on.
"You will also continue with all your workouts and training with Ken. This will be hard for both of you but particularly for Ken who is struggling with his slave training. And since the two of you are in love with each other the strain will be all the more intense.
"After your day you will return to me. When you are with me you are going to perform duties like a normal slave. I want you to play with your mind taking it south to the below fag level. You are going to succumb to my energy completely and at the same time do all your normal activities. If you can pull this off, you will become the greatest of slaves. If you cannot, you will become broken. Paul may keep you from the auction because he loves you. Once your broken there's no return."
"Yes, Sir."
Sinclair pulled out his phone, "Ken, bring Joe's car over to my house."
"You will need your car. This is another part of the dance. A fag, a slave, an 'it', a nothing. Dance asshole. Dance."
Sinclair let out a big chuckle. Joe sat in acceptance. He was there in so many ways. He knew this would be hard but not impossible. He had to keep his wits about him even when he had to take his mind to "it" and "nothing" status. Pulling out of that will be hard to do.
Ken knocked on the door. Joe answered. "Hi."
"Hi."
Ken started to cry. Joe put his index finger to his lips. "It's all ok Ken."
"Sir. Ken is here with the car."
Sinclair came to the door, grabbed Ken's arm and walked him back to the car. "I am empathic to your needs to be with Joe, but there is more going on here than your love of Joe.
"Joe committed to being a good fag. You did too although you are having a worse time of it than Joe.
"Joe will be doing all his regular work during the day including his training with you. This is your test as well. Can you take allowing Joe his experience? We'll see."
Sinclair stopped for a minute. He stared into Ken's eyes. Ken's beautiful body fidgeted seduced by Sinclair. He was not immune to Sinclair. No one was.
Ken bowed his head feeling the body relax. The beginning of fagdom was occurring..
"There you go asshole. A minor glimpse of what could be. You may have it in you to be a fag. Hand me the keys. Thanks for driving it over. Walk home."
Sinclair walked back into the house leaving Ken in such a state he was not sure he was going to make it.
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