Chapter 43 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 43
"Yeah. What do you want?" Sinclair asked answering the phone.
"Sir. I want to come home." The voice on the other end quivered.
"You disrupted a good thing. You fucking asshole. You ran away. And, now you want to come back." Sinclair exclaimed.
Sinclair had a grin on his face. He loved fucking with Paul's head. Sinclair knew he had him even before he left. Paul would be back. There was never a question. The time arrived.
Paul had a grin on his face as well because Sinclair called him `asshole', which was their pet name for each other. This meant Sinclair cared for Paul and Paul knew he was going to put through his paces first.
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry. I hurt you both. Fear overtook about what you would do to me. I put my priorities toward Kevin, instead of toward my Master."
"Yeah. And, as Joe yelled at me after you left, "Master you could have done it another way." Sinclair responded.
"Yes, Sir."
"I will commend you on one thing. Beyond your fear, you were consider your relationship with Kevin. This is a good thing. Do you love him?" Sinclair asked.
"Yes, Sir." He stuttered this out. They had never said love to each other; ever in their entire relationship.
"Then, why do you want to come back?" Sinclair asked.
"I ran away because I knew I would completely succumb to you. If I did, I would hurt and lose Kevin. Kevin is more important than anything. Yet, deep in my soul I must surrender to you, Sir."
"Here's the deal. I may let you come back, but there will be a lot of prices to pay. And, none of it is going to happen now.
"The first price you are going to pay is you are going to sit on this. You are going to go about your life. Joe and I have a good thing going. We have other obligations now. We are not stopping our lives for the privilege of your presence." Sinclair said with sarcasm.
"When I get around to it, I will send you instructions on the actions you will take to come back into the fold.
"The first instruction I am going to give you is you have to figure out a way to not hurt Kevin. I want him taken good care of. He is welcome here anytime into our family. You are not welcome yet. You are going to work hard to come back." Sinclair pushed the end call button.
"Paul called. He wants to come back." Sinclair said at dinner in front of the kids.
"Is he your slave, Sir?" Sam said with a bit of cynicism understanding full well he would get in trouble.
"Sam. Never test me. Be like me, instead. This is what you want, isn't it?" Sinclair surprised Sam with his insight.
"Yes, Sir."
"Then learn. You will be good; as good as me. But, don't test. Learn. Now excuse yourself and go outside. Play with your friends. This is what summer is for." They scrambled out the door. Sam never forgot the conversation. It changed his life.
"Sir, what do you want to do about Paul?" Joe asked.
"What do you want?"
This startled Joe. Sinclair choose; not asked. "I want him home. I want Kevin home. I want a lot of people around. I want a family."
"Are you willing to witness Paul's upcoming changes?"
"Yes, Sir." Joe agreed.
"He isn't coming home, yet. He must figure out how to not hurt Kevin." Sinclair said.
"Sir?"
"Yes?"
Joe dared, "As upset as I was at you for what happened, I know it was for the best. We would not be who we are together if Paul had been here."
Joe got on his knees, opened Sinclair's fly, pulled out his cock and sucked his Master off. With the hot semen held in Joe's mouth, he crawled over Sinclair's body to kiss him and share the cum.
Because Paul left, Joe and Sinclair had an unbreakable bond. There could be a polyamorous relationship with others. But, Joe and Sinclair were Master and slave in love with no one else to the same degree.
"I called Sinclair." Paul informed Kevin.
"And?"
"You are welcome back anytime including now. I am not. Master told me I had to figure out a way to not hurt you."
"I don't know how this is going to happen. There are already hurt feelings. You are the closest friend in my entire life. While I get everyone must follow their path, it doesn't take away the pain."
Kevin gazed into Paul's eyes. "Look into my eyes, Paul. Look at me. Don't turn away an instant. Keep looking. See in there. See my soul. I see your soul. When we do this we are one. We are compassion. You do what you need to do regardless. Just look into my soul. Never forget what you saw in there."
Kevin walked out the door of the house to take a walk on the beach. Talking to himself he said, "It would be one thing if Paul died. But, to turn himself over to Sinclair is a different kind of death. This death, if I stay with him, goes on and on."
It was hot. Not a time to be on the beach. Kevin appreciated Hawaii except he was fully clothed all the time. His white skin did not do well there. Kevin thought more, "It would be nice to get off this island and out of `paradise.'
Leaving the beach to get some shade Kevin went to a neighborhood bar where you could overhear the waves but without sunburn. "I'll have a regular, non-alcohol ice tea."
"Would you like some food? We got fish tacos." The bartender said.
"Sure."
Kevin ate his tacos and drank his tea. He smiled at the barkeep but didn't engage in conversation. "How could Paul go do what he needed to do without hurting me?"
Then, it dawned on him. "That fucker, Sinclair, created a riddle. I have to admit he's damn good at what he does."
Kevin started to laugh. He got it. Kevin was the one who had to get to the other side of hurt. This was Sinclair's message. This message was to him. Sinclair said he and Joe would welcome him back immediately. All he had to do is stop being hurt and enjoy the ride.
After a second ice tea, he walked back home. "Paul. Fuck me now." Kevin ordered. "And, you are going to raise my legs, stick your cock in my cunt, fuck me as if you've never fucked me before, and you are going to stare into my eyes the whole time. And, what you're going to see, asshole? You are going to see my soul. I'm going to see your soul. And, together you are going to deposit man seed into my ass."
Paul was taken aback. Kevin never spoke to him like this. Kevin would ask Paul to fuck him. Paul usually did it whether invited or not.
But this was a change. Kevin and Paul's sexual behavior together was different than one would expect. Paul always fucked Kevin holding onto him from the back. It was the missionary every time.
Kevin liked it because it gave him the feeling of being used. Paul wanted it because it gave him the impression of domination while the passive was emerging. It was the last holdout of his control.
In an instant, Kevin ordering Paul to fuck him, Paul started the slope of no return.
When the fucking was over Paul collapsed onto Kevin. Kevin loved this big, muscle Daddy crushing Kevin with his weight. They fell asleep finding upon awakening Kevin curled in a ball and Paul enveloping him with his massive body. Some things never change.
"Hey baby." Paul said holding Kevin's hand while kissing the back of his neck. "Time to move. We won't be able to sleep tonight."
Struggling awake and not wanting this moment to end Kevin agreed, "Yeah. I know." Kevin rolled over facing Paul kissing him slow and gentle at first until he stuck his tongue in Paul's throat pushing Paul onto his back at the same time crawling on top of the powerful man.
Kevin's little cock got rock hard. He started rubbing it on Paul's abs. It was as if he was mounting Paul in the best way his little body and little cock knew how. Paul wrapped his arms around Kevin groaning, feeling the pleasure of Kevin's sweet tongue exploring Paul's mouth. Kevin aggressiveness made Paul super hot; with a throbbing hard on. But, he didn't return the sexual energy to Kevin's body. He let Kevin take control over him.
Had a shift occurred? Was their relationship taking a new direction? The answer was yes, and Paul fell deeper in love with Kevin as he started to understand he was no longer in charge. Humping Paul. Taking on a man who could crush him without breaking a sweat, Kevin screamed, kissed, humped, perspired, and spurted a huge load out of his little white bread, average body, male cock.
After a long rest splayed over Paul's frame, Kevin pushed his body to smile at Paul face-to-face. "Well, that was fun. Let's go out to dinner." Kevin gave Paul a quick kiss on the lips, jumped to his feet, and took a shower.
Paul laid there with a grin. He knew his desire to be Sinclair's slave, to go descend the rabbit hole, no longer upset and hurt Kevin. He knew also there was more to this rabbit hole than he anticipated. He remembered something Sinclair said a long time ago to Joe, "Never, ever believe you understand how your Master is going to behave." And, he added, "And, who might be complicit with the Master."
Kevin stuck his head in the living room, "Come on asshole. Stand. Get a shower. Let's go eat. I'm hungry after all this fucking." Kevin wasn't hurt anymore. He was giddy.
"Paul, we are leaving this hellhole called "paradise". I'm tired of being sunburned fully clothed. I'm tired of the rain. I'm tired of the brain fog everybody walks around in here. And, I'm super-tired of the extra flight time it requires to live in this hellhole called paradise.
"Tomorrow morning, I'm notifying the Airbnb we are moving out. Here are the options for where we are going. The rule is: I want to have weather where I can wear Harris Tweed sport coats much of the year and there are non-stop flights to Europe, Asia and all the cities we go to in the U.S.
"Denver, Chicago, Dallas, Atlanta. I vote for Denver. What do you want, Paul?"
"We're not going home?" Paul asked.
"No. We have a business to run. You are not going to let go of the business when the rabbit hole starts. I'm not fucking over our lives because you want to be a naked, controlled, whipped and tortured slave of Sinclair's. If we work and focus, we can have both." Kevin directed.
"Denver is fine, Sir." Paul answered.
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