Chapter 40 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 40
Joe was happy Sinclair did not punish him for speaking his mind and feelings. `He did ask,' Joe reminded himself over and over.
Sinclair was acting as if nothing had happened. He and Joe were getting along fine, which led Joe to consider he may have been wrong. Was there a possibility the utopia fallout was a good thing? There was no question the event brought Joe and Sinclair closer together.
And, Joe relished one thing, which was not happening under the larger family umbrella. Sinclair took Joe to new heights in the playroom. These playtimes reminded him of the halcyon days. The time when Sinclair took him away from Paul, claiming Joe.
If Sinclair's home was open between renters, he took Joe over to the playroom. Here they could be as loud as they wanted. Joe could scream. The whip could snap. No one could hear except the two men in love.
The playroom was a safe place for a favorite of Joe's; breathe control. What was it about a simulated hanging? Joe could dry orgasm over Sinclair's hands around his neck and thumbs pressing the larynx. Joe's arms would flail. He wanted it bad; desperate to cum.
Weeks into their new life, Joe sat on the porch one evening sipping tea. Sinclair wasn't around. He considered all the different events which happened. The time Paul rescued him from his wife. When he became Paul's slave and employee. Sinclair taking him as Sinclair's. Plus all the feelings of love for Paul, Ken, and, Sinclair.
How did all this happen to a mild-mannered dad? Even under the circumstances of Paul and Kevin being absent, he did smile in appreciation. He understood Paul and Kevin's departure turned out well for him and Sinclair.
Sinclair was dealing with his dark side. Regardless, he was Master Sinclair. Joe was experiencing a Master willing to be responsible.
While their lives would make a good porn story, this was no porn story. This was life.
There was one reason Sinclair was addressing his dark side. He loved Joe and Paul.
Sinclair knew, when Paul returned, it was not going to be the same. Paul may have completely fallen out of love with Sinclair. He was willing to accept the possibility.
He knew Paul would return. He didn't know when. Sinclair wasn't going to push. He knew. Would he be able to stay away from his darkness upon Paul's return? Was his love for Joe strong enough? The dust would take a while to settle before those answers would reveal themselves.
"Hello, Officer, Sir. How can I help you?" Joe asked, grateful he had put on clothes before opening the door.
"Is your name Joe?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Do you have a couple of boys?" The officer asked at the same time checking out Joe's muscled body.
"Yes, Sir. I do. Yet, I have no contact or privileges. I gave those rights away in the divorce."
"That's fine and dandy you gave your rights away." He said with a bit of disdain. "There is a problem, though, and since you are the father, you are the first we are contacting."
"What's going on?"
"It seems your ex-wife is now unfit to raise the kids. The boys figured how to get to the social services office. Smart kids. After social services checked the situation, they took them away from your ex."
"Wow. What happened?" Joe asked.
"She became a nympho. It was pretty bad. I saw the house. It's a wreck. The stench of sex was everywhere. She would bring at least one or more big dick men home every night to fuck her. She couldn't get enough of cock." Joe noticed, as the officer talked about his ex's sex life, a bulge started to enlarge in his pants.
"Well, that's too bad. But what do you want with me?" Joe asked looking at the officer's crotch.
"You're next-of-kin. The kids' mother is out of the picture. You have them now."
Joe's heart sunk. He did not want this.
"Where are they now?" Joe asked.
"In the back of my squad car. I took them on a nice ride. I let them hang with me all morning. You know. To help them have something fun because they've been through so much."
Joe was disappointed on two fronts. One was the kids. The other was he wanted the officer's cock. And the officer wanted to give his cock to Joe.
"They don't even know me."
"Sorry, bud. Their yours. That's the deal." The officer's cock had gone down as the game got serious. "I'll go get them."
Joe stared at the officer's ass while he walked back to the squad car. He could see two figures in the back seat.
"Come on guys. Let's go see your dad." The two got out of the car, and the cop held their hands walking them toward their dad.
"Here you are, Joe." The officer knelt down, put a hand on each of their shoulders, and said, "You guys behave now. You wanted help. Here is your help. Most kids don't have another parent to turn to. Remember that. You're lucky."
Joe could see the officer had a tear going down his face. He was touched at how beautiful a dad the officer was.
"Well. Thank you, officer. Can I have your card? In case I need to call to understand more of the details." He asked with a smile.
The officer handed Joe his card and left.
"Ok guys. Guess it's us now. Come on in." Joe said with an eye roll knowing he was no good at this.
"Come sit at the table. I'll fix you a sandwich and call my friend." Joe said.
"You mean your husband." The oldest Sam spoke up.
"He's not my husband. We are not married, but we are in a loving relationship." Joe left for the kitchen freaking out at the directness of Sam.
"Master. Come home, please. Something has happened." Joe called in a whisper from the kitchen.
Joe sat with the kids attempting small talk. The kids ate their sandwiches answering yes and no. Not giving much more out.
When Sinclair walked in the door, the energy changed. "What do we have here?" Sinclair asked. The kids put a smile on their face. Joe noticed and was not pleased.
"This is Sam and David. These are my kids." Joe responded.
"Well. You are two fine young men. What are you doing here?" Sinclair asked.
Sam spoke for the two of them, "Our mom is nuts. We went to social services. Now we are here. Our dad is next-of-kin, so here we are."
"Okay then. You're quite eloquent." Sinclair observed.
"Yes, Sir. It was our only way out. The house was crazy. There were men in and out. She got fired from her job. The money was running out. The mortgage is behind. We were not getting enough food. I had to do something for my brother and me." Sam shared.
"Wow. That's tough, kid. Listen, the three of us need to go for a walk. We can go over to the batting cages and hits some balls. It will relieve the stress."
"Joe. Get the guest room ready for them. Go get food from the store and fix a nice dinner. The kids and I are going to have some fun." Sinclair ordered.
"Yes, Sir."
Joe was peeved he had no rapport with the kids, and Sinclair was their best chum. Snapping out of his irritation, he thought, `Joe, get it together. Be grateful Sinclair knows what to do. He can be the dad, and I'll fix dinner as a good wife.' He chuckled at his joke.
The kids came home sweaty and exhausted. "Wow, Joe. Both the kids are good hitters. We smacked over a hundred balls each." Sinclair beamed as a proud dad would.
Joe shook his head thinking, What the fuck? I couldn't hit a ball for the life of me. My god, I'm going to be terrible at this dad' thing.'
"You guys go get a shower and get in your pj's. We will eat when you are done." They obeyed Sinclair with no questions.
"Sir. What's the deal? I don't have a clue. You are a natural."
Sinclair smiled. "Look. My charms work on everyone. And I can turn those charms into good when I want to. And I want to. They're good kids. They've been through a lot.
"And, by the way, your ex is not going to get by with treating those kids the way she did; fucking, unacceptable behavior. I will see to it Alice pays a price she never considered." Sinclair got the Cheshire grin on his face.
The new family had a great dinner together. Joe relaxed a little, picking cues from Sinclair about how to talk to kids. Joe and Sinclair both tucked them into bed. They looked at each other and started to snicker. Both thinking, `Well, we didn't see this coming. And, isn't this cool.'
"Come on Joe. Let's go to bed as well." Joe snuggled against Sinclair's naked body in a way he hadn't since "The Incident."
Slave rule: Never, ever think you know how your Master is going to be at any time.
Joe thought about this over and over. Sinclair continued to surprise.
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