Chapter 46 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 46
Note: Kevin was always one step ahead of Paul's desires.
"Kevin, it's happening," Paul said, as they lay together one morning in bed. Kevin snuggled into Paul's side with his head resting on Paul's shoulder.
"Paul, it's been happening for a long time. You knew there was no other way this would turn out." Kevin reminded.
"I know. It's just that I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to see how far I can go. Former masters tend to go further south than someone who is a sub/slave originally." Paul explained.
"Paul, everything switched the night you and Sinclair didn't go for the whips. Rethinking, I believe you switched the day you met Sinclair. It could be the reason you both argued so much at the beginning of your relationship. You knew he had you subconsciously.
"He has powers beyond most. It's his intuition. He lives at a high level. This high level is what makes him the best. It is why he goes through this period of angst.
When Sinclair called you out, you ran because of us. I'm appreciative of the decision to run because we became closer as a result. What also happened?" Kevin asked.
"What?"
"You became subservient to me. Remember the day we decided to return. I topped you. Now, it wasn't a topping you do to me because you are so much larger in every physical area.
"I got on top of you and rubbed my little cock on your abs while kissing you passionately with complete control over you.
"In our business dealings, you no longer take the lead in conversations. At first, this was a concern. Instead, it helps.
"What's also interesting in our relationship is I'm the top. The juxtaposition of me as manservant and secretary for you, plus me now being the main negotiator and salesperson is fascinating.
"I even demand that you fuck me. I'm a top who doesn't fuck. You fuck me as my subservient lover and partner who is bigger and stronger.
"You have done well. I love you so much. I don't want to be without you. I am willing to watch whatever Sinclair does to you. I will be there for you. You know, baby, I always know what is best for you." Kevin ended moving to a seated position to stare into Paul's eyes.
A tear ran down Paul's cheek. Kevin licked it then moved into kissing Paul tenderly. Slowly moving down Paul's torso, Kevin luxuriated in tasting Paul's body. Upon arrival at Paul's cock, he took the thing in his mouth with the expressed purpose of having Paul's cum down his throat.
Kevin jacked his little cock at the same time until it spurted onto the sheets between Paul's legs.
While sharing Paul's cum with him, Kevin said, "Now don't you feel better baby?"
Joe took about a week to recover. Sinclair went about his business enjoying Paris. He wanted to enjoy Paris with Joe; however, he also wanted Joe to feel a longing to be with him. Sinclair sent Joe to a personal trainer. This trainer was brutal on Joe. Joe's body was slacking as the result of Ken or Paul not being around to whip him into shape.
Sinclair wanted his slave in fit condition for an event Joe would learn about later.
Meanwhile, Sinclair picked a little action on the side. Sinclair did not fuck around on Joe. He was monogamous when it was Joe and him alone. Or, polyamorous when Kevin and Paul or other were part of the household.
One the other hand, Sinclair had no trouble watching or participating in Joe used by other men. The gift of being a slave.
Sinclair let his dark side come out for a few weeks while he made sure Joe was at his physical best. This action was also a release of the tension of being with his light side for so long. Sinclair made a habit of going to establishments which had the clientele where the slave mentality hung out.
He would pick one from the crowd with his usual charms. They would meet a few times over several days; yet, no sex action. The mind fucking would lead to a crazed submissive wanting and wait for Sinclair.
Somewhere along the third or fourth day, they would disappear without a trace.
Whenever the next weekend came, Sinclair would hire a driver to take him to the warehouse; the same warehouse where Ken departed.
He stood in the crowd making sure he was in position so the new slave would see him during the bidding. It was the cruelest of acts. Sinclair was in old behavior mode. He was playing with fire because there was always the possibility he would not be able to stop.
Finally, after four suckers walked the plank, over the time Joe and Sinclair were in Paris, Sinclair summoned the strength to stop.
He did note to self the feelings were not the same as before. The enjoyment was gone.
"Come on baby; we're leaving," Sinclair said to Joe one morning.
Joe was feeling neglected and suspicious as to what Sinclair had been doing. Joe's month of intense training moved Joe back toward his slave mentality for which he was grateful. The slave mentality told Joe regardless of his feelings; he was Sinclair's slave. They were feelings; not the truth. Joe knew he was Sinclair's man/partner/slave/love. If Sinclair was doing something on the side, it had no impact on Sinclair's devotion to Joe. Joe was brilliant at snapping out of those ego feelings of a normal human.
"Where are we going?" Joe asked.
"Berlin."
"Hi, Sinclair," Kevin answered his phone seeing Sinclair's name on the screen.
"It's time," Sinclair stated.
"Ok. How?" Kevin asked with no emotion.
"There is a charity event in Berlin in a week. It is to raise money to care for abandoned gay youth. The goal is to get them off the street and on an education track so they can support themselves.
"We are going to be the featured show. The four of us will be on stage, and I will take over Paul. This event will raise a lot of money. Taking a slave down happens in private most of the time." Sinclair explained.
"Ok. Text me the place we are staying. I'll get tickets for the next flight out." Kevin responded with no emotion.
"Where are you guys?" Sinclair asked.
"Denver."
"What are you doing in Denver?"
"I wanted off that fucking island. We were in the process of setting up a new life. That idea is over." Kevin explained.
"Are you ok, Kevin?" Sinclair inquired.
"I'm good. Your timing is perfect. I can't hold onto Paul any longer. It has been a good ride, and I'm grateful for what we had.
"Will see you both in two days. We will fly out tomorrow, which will get us there the following day.
"Thank you, Sinclair."
"You're welcome, Kevin." Sinclair hung up.
Kevin hated to admit this to himself. He felt relief upon hearing the news. The dynamic between Paul and Kevin changed. Kevin took over being in charge of the business because Paul was losing to his desires.
Kevin was doing the majority of the work as Paul was incapable of switching roles. Paul was not good at logistics and man Friday stuff. Kevin excelled.
In bed, Kevin was all over this. He loved dominating Paul by forcing him to fuck him. Paul used to dominate Kevin with no warning fucking him long and hard and anyway he wanted.
Now, Kevin was calling all the shots in bed and out of bed; yet he was doing it as a bottom. He was not what one would be called a `pushy bottom.' He was a dominate man who wanted the men he dominated to fuck him. Big difference.
"Hey, Paul. Catch me." Kevin yelled as he ran toward Paul. Kevin jumped towards Paul's waiting arms. He started kissing Paul with deep, throbbing passion. At the same time, Paul heard the sound of a rip coming from his backside. Kevin was tearing Paul's t-shirt apart. Kevin ripped it all the way around until it fell to the floor with only the reinforced collar remaining.
"Take me to the bed," Kevin ordered. "Throw me down on it and rip my clothes off."
Paul did throwing Kevin as if he was a football onto the bed. He took his big, manly hands tearing every piece of clothing from Kevin's body. With Kevin's clothes in rags on the floor, Paul saw Kevin's average body and little cock, which Paul adored.
"Now, take your clothes off and get on top of me. I want to feel the weight of your manliness. Do pushups over me. I'll suck your nipples on the upswing, and you rub your cock on my belly on the down swing until you shoot your load."
Paul obliged. He could do hundreds of reps. He would get all the way down rubbing his cock on Kevin's belly and crushing his little man in the process. Then Paul would push up, and Kevin would suck on Paul's tits and masturbate his little cock.
The pushup/tit sucking went on for some time until Paul let out a growl as hot loads of cream shot all over Kevin. Kevin loved Paul's cream no matter where it landed.
"Now turn a little, so I can jack my cock and put your full weight on me. I want to gasp for air as I shoot."
When it was over, Kevin pushed Paul off him rolling him over. Not that he had the strength to do that. Paul helped. Kevin crawled on top of his big stud. He hugged him bringing his lips to Paul's ear. "It's time." He squeezed Paul with all his might, and Paul reciprocated.
"Lufthansa flight for Berlin now in final boarding."
Kevin and Paul boarded the plane. They pretended as if it was just another business trip. It wasn't. Regardless of how things went, in the end, there will be no Paul. The `it', formally known as Paul, will stand on the auction block or mentally challenged to the point of being unrecognizable. It was the end.
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