Chapter 48 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 48
The two devoured each other; exploring every inch of the other's body. It would make great porn; however, there was no camera. Kevin and Paul's relationship celebration would be in their minds; nobody else's.
Kevin knew he was the luckiest of men. The time with Paul made him worldly. He understood life has a plan. Each of us gets a limited amount of time together. Kevin practiced his acceptance until he was no longer hurt or upset by Paul's surrender. This is what Sinclair asked of him. It was Kevin's submit to Sinclair. Sinclair acknowledged Kevin's dominant self. Sinclair wanted nothing more from Kevin.
In fact, it was because of Paul's surrender where Kevin found his dominate mentality. The possibility exists if Sinclair were not in the picture, Paul would be under Kevin's control.
"It's time to go, baby," Kevin said while kissing Paul basking in the sweat and cum all over their bodies.
They showered together. The devil Kevin milked another load out of Paul 9" cock in the shower. He wanted Paul's nut drained. Paul was at a low point sexually. It is a lot harder to submit to a master when a slave is not horny. Kevin loved and appreciated Paul; and, there was a devil, mean side to Kevin, which started during his transition to dominant sub, and Paul's transition to `it'.
When they finished dressing, Kevin ordered, "Bend forward, Paul. I have a present." Kevin collared him with a dog chain attached. "Let's go, baby. You are the best."
Kevin led Paul out of the hotel and down the street to the subway. In Berlin, no one blinks an eye.
Entering the large play space, there was an elevated area where the demonstration and Paul's reduction would take place. No one was there, so the two of them sat down on the floor leaning against a wall. Kevin held his big boy waiting in anticipation.
If one did not know the details of their relationship, seeing Kevin attempt to hold Paul would be amusing. Kevin was so much smaller than Paul; yet, Paul was the one turning mentally small; letting go of a former life. In the same sense, Kevin was letting go of a former life. Kevin went from being a fag, masturbating, worthless whore to an executive to the lover of a hot man many would pay big bucks for the opportunity to being a dominate sub.
"Good Evening Gentlemen. I'm so glad you could join us tonight. We are going to have many shows this evening.
"The highlight show is the official public creation of a slave. Now, the slave was a master until he met his master. This event was a long time in the making. Master Sinclair was patient waiting until the best moment for the mentality of this slave to succumb. This is the sign of a true master; patience.
"You will witness the reduction of a magnificent creature. I bet any one of you would give your life over to such beauty. I can see some in the audience getting their cunts wet thinking about being used by this man. But, this man is no longer available for such activities. You missed the boat. However, you can watch an experience saved for private. Think about yourself up here and becoming a new body and a new mind; the mind and body of a slave.
Let's start the show." The announcer finished.
There was an impressive array of Dom/sub talent. No inhibitions, unlike in the States where the Puritan gene exists in everyone to one degree or another.
Sinclair comes on stage with his three slaves announcing, "Gentleman, here are three of my slaves. This one here is my lover and partner in life. His name is Joe. You can see he is a cooperative one. He relishes a good whipping, and his muscles are exquisite for such an average body.
"The one on the left is a new one who was a high-paid and wealthy executive a few weeks ago. He is now ours. Joe and I look forward to bringing him into the fold.
"Tonight, though, belongs to this body and soul. His name is Paul. He was my lover and partner for a while. He was a master. The moment he met me he subconsciously knew he would succumb. It took a while." Sinclair smiled at the audience, and there was a trickle of laughter.
"You can see he is the most beautiful of specimens." The audience applauded. Some were already stroking their cocks.
"A while back he and I decided to play Dom/sub; he being the sub. We did it initially because we were arguing so much. One night in a play session, we both looked at the whips at the same moment. We stopped. Neither was ready to go there. We knew Paul's days as a top and master were over.
"Aren't you happy we waited?!" Sinclair asked of the audience. "You are going to get to see the first scar made to this handsome former man."
"I am not sure how far he is going to go. He is useful to our family as a participating member earning a living for the business and physically training slaves.
"I can see Paul might progress fast into an it.' Can you imagine an it' with a body such as this? This would be a rarity. Then, again, by the time he gets there, he may not have these physical attributes. We could force him to lose all his muscle making him skinny and weak. We could force him to eat making him muscle fat. We could castrate him making him a muscle eunuch. We could use `it's cum to make new versions of him. We could work him in the fields under the blazing hot sun sweat pouring out of his body until he succumbs to the fates of many a slave; death. We will have to wait and see.
"Let's go, boy." Sinclair left any acknowledgment of the audience behind. His focus was his slave and former partner.
Sinclair works naked. There is no reason for him to wear leather or other `master' suggestive attire. Why would someone of his energy need to dress to make a point? Sinclair is the point.
Sinclair started making love to the body of the slave including sucking its cock, kissing it, licking its nipples, and eating its ass. The love making was one-sided as Paul felt, but didn't reciprocate. Love making surprised the audience with many a cock hard and dripping.
There was no rush here. Why rush? Living in the moment is its own reward. This is about taking both Sinclair and the slave to new levels of connection using all the energy centers of the body; not the lower three of sexual, security and power.
Sinclair's best tool is his heart. He follows his heart in his experience with the slave and makes the slave find its core in the process. Love is always at the base of Sinclair control. Under those conditions, he can take the slave farther while making sure Sinclair doesn't fall to his dark side in a way harmful to the slave.
While this is not always achieved as demonstrated by his previous propensity to take slaves to auction, his falling in love, first with Paul and then with Joe, created a dimension to this master's character undeveloped prior.
Sinclair grabs its ball sack. "I'm not sure you are going to keep these. Are you willing to go there, asshole?" Sinclair used the word asshole' throughout the scene as his way of saying to Paul, I know you. I love you. I'm taking care of you. Trust me. I have your back.' Asshole was their pet name for each other in their relationship.
He was saying it to let Kevin know he was taking the best care of Kevin's love and former man.
"Yes, Sir." It answered.
"Good. Making sure we're on the same page."
Sinclair speaking to the audience again. "A good master is not afraid to get fucked. It here has fucked me many times. I've enjoyed its big, daddy cock in my hole squirting former man cream.
'It,' was a top. I watched Paul in action, as well as the times I bottomed to him. 'It's expertise was bar none.
Yet, 'it' had something inside needing to come out. It lacks the lowering of status. It required the heat of the whip against its back. The former Paul was unaware of this until the right man came along. "Isn't that right, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"How long have you wanted to feel the cutting of your back flesh open from lash after lash?"
"A long time, Sir."
"That's right. At least as long as the famous moment between us, but I suspect long before."
"Yes, Sir."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Okay, slaves. String it up."
Joe and Scott put leather wrist straps with hooks on Paul's forearms. They connected the hooks to the chain hanging from the ceiling. The arms were placed in the air making Paul stand in a cross position. Joe and Scott did the same with his legs. There was enough play so Paul could swing and move during the torture.
Paul faced the audience. This allowed the audience to see Sinclair's expression as he whealed the whip. They got to see the horror and screams coming directly at them from Paul's face. Two cameras would video Paul's back side; thus, revealing the evidence of torture and the creation of scars.
"Good boys. It is in perfect position." Leaning into Paul, Sinclair said softly, "You ready asshole. Your time has come."
Sinclair stepped back, flicking the whip on the floor to get his wrist warm and to make sure of each administration of the lash as proper.
One.
Paul got what he always wanted. He screamed at the top of his lungs, yet, like Joe, there was a satisfaction in the lash making him aware of every part of his body.
Two.
The audience grew silent. Some cocks were out being stroked. Kevin noticed the bellman was at full attention both with his cock and his mind. He caught the bellman's eye and smiled.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five.
Paul's skin bled. His voice was hoarse. His arms were numb from being raised over this head for so long.
Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two. Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-six. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty.
Paul lost consciousness. Scott gave him a hit of nitrate to awaken him. Scott stared deep into Paul's soul. He saw little. Scott was frightened for himself and the others. Sinclair did not fuck around. But, not once did Scott feel he was in over his head. He wanted this as well.
"Take it down, boys. Pull out the stockade. Place its head and arms in the holes and lock it. Joe, administer the first aid."
Paul didn't even scream as the antiseptic was placed on the wounds. There was nothing left.
"Slave Scott."
"Yes, Sir."
"Fuck it."
"What Sir?"
"Fuck its hole now. Put your cum inside its cunt. And I want you to look out at the audience the whole time. Pretend it is just another hole to stick a cock in; not your friend."
Scott fucked Paul. It was hard at first to think of this as just another hole. He managed and spurted a big, pent-up load in Paul's ass.
"Joe."
"Yes, Sir."
"Fuck him."
Joe was on that like a cat in heat. He hadn't played with Paul in a long time, and he loved fucking his muscle butt.
"Kevin."
"Yes. Sinclair."
"Fuck him."
Kevin knew better than to question. He had never fucked Paul. His little cock had never been inside. He wasn't sure he could do it; however, the heat of the moment and the passion for the love of his life allowed him to reach orgasm and wow the crowd.
Next Sinclair fucked him. He spoke to Paul in quiet tones only he and Paul could hear. This was ultimate domination. Sinclair made it evident to Paul, and the others, Paul was the bottom rung of their family. As Sinclair orgasm into Paul's muscle cunt, Kevin observed a slight smile coming from Paul's face.
Scott and Joe helped Paul out of the stockade. They oriented him to face the audience on his knees. Pushing the stockade to the side, Scott and Joe joined Paul on their knees. This was in preparation of curtain.
"Tonight you watched an event rarely witnessed. Normally encounters as such would be in a private setting or a slave colony. Consider yourself lucky gentlemen. And, write large checks to the charity because of this exceptional opportunity. One I'm sure you will all masturbate over many times. This scene will never leave your consciousness. The imprint is permanent. Thank you." Sinclair concluded.
All four bowed to wild, sustained applause. The charity made more money from this single event than any prior. They immediately asked Sinclair to come back. He said. "No."
Everyone piled into an Uber. Being the smallest, Kevin sat in the middle in the back with Paul and Joe on either side. Kevin leaned in to snuggle with his big boy. Paul was non-responsive. This concerned Kevin. He decided to wait until they were in bed to talk.
Kevin administered more antiseptic and a soothing cream onto Paul's back upon returning to the privacy of their bedroom. Paul continued to not acknowledge anything. Kevin whispered in Paul's ear, "Baby, are you there? Are you ok?"
Paul took over a minute to respond. "Yes, Kevin. I'm ok. Please call the attorney on Monday. We need to act quickly. I want to succumb to Sinclair. And, one thing we need to do is get everything in your name while I'm conscious and before I'm declared incompetent to make decisions.
"Thank you so much for allowing me to pursue this. I know it is rough watching this happen."
Kevin responded, "Yes, baby. It is rough; however, I know what you need before you do. I knew you would say this to me tonight. I'm ok. I love you. The paperwork, already handled, will be here Tuesday. Hold onto until then.
"After the paperwork is complete, give your whole self to Sinclair." Kevin kissed him on the forehead.
Tonight, Kevin did his best to wrap his arms around the big boy.
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