Chapter 50 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 50
Paul sat quietly next to Kevin on the flight. He was so in his head he wanted to scream. He did see it on Sinclair's terms. Sinclair was right. He manipulated. When he was a top, he would have walked from a fag such as he behaved with both Kevin and Sinclair.
"I am so sorry," Paul acknowledged to Kevin.
"You should be," Kevin responded.
"What? You knew?"
"Of course I knew, fucker. I love you, but you have been a royal pain in the ass with you making the decisions to go into it' mode. Fuck. Do you have any idea how hard it is to deal with a slave in it' mode? You have been worthless. You parade around being a hot, muscle daddy and, yet, fucking helpless.
"I am so glad we all went to Berlin. Sinclair snapped me out of it. I am so in love with you I was tolerating behavior I would not tolerate. Paul, if you want to be a slave or an `it' or whatever you want to be sub-wise, fine. But, either you let go of the control over your destiny, or you take your power back and act like a man.
"You can be an `it', a slave, a sub, or a dom. I don't care. I love you. I ain't leaving. But, unless you decide to go back to being a dom or a neutral, any other version of self is going to be run by me, or Sinclair or, even, Scott. You got it, you fucking asshole. And, I don't mean as a term of endearment." Kevin finished.
Paul thought, `Where have I heard that line recently?'
"Ok. I get it." Paul grabbed Kevin's hand. "I don't want to be a dom anymore. I don't want to be neutral. I want to go south, but, I will let you and Sinclair take care of the path. What do you want from me, baby? I will give you whatever you want." Paul leaned over kissing Kevin on the lips.
"Good. We got this straightened out. You are going back to being my partner in this business and in our relationship on equal footing with me being the dominant. You are going to pull your end of the weight. Scott is in charge of creating the buildings to house the slaves. You are going to be the daddy foreman. I want you out there in the hot sun naked in front of the workman giving orders and fucking with their heads at the juxtaposition.
"You are also going to be our model for the website and brochures. You are going to travel with me when we go get a new million dollar client. I am going to run both businesses. Scott and I will run the ranch business together. I will run the main business by myself with my new assistant." Kevin dropped a bomb.
Paul felt a twinge of jealousy. "What new assistant?"
"In the back of the plane is the bellman from the hotel where we fucked, and he masturbated watching your body. He reminds me of me when you and I first met." Kevin said.
"But, where did he come from? He wasn't around while we were in Berlin. How did he get on the plane?" Paul asked.
"He was around. He wasn't visible to you or the others. He watched your performance at the event. I met him several times to interview him for the position. Unlike you, he is a good slave. He knows his position in life. I like him. I am going to start fucking him soon." Kevin said to make Paul squirm with jealousy.
Paul was never the jealous type, but this reveal changed him. He saw more how he fucked up such a good thing between Kevin, Joe, and Sinclair. If he hadn't run away, none of this would be happening.
"What's his name?" Paul asked.
"He will not have a name around us. My assistant' or Kevin's assistant' is how to reference him. He will have a name only for transportation purposes and in front of clients. I want him to know he is my servant."
Paul was rock hard by this point in the conversation. Kevin reached over grabbing the large bulge in Paul's pants. "Here. Go to the bathroom. Jack your cock off. When it goes flaccid, put this on."
Now, Paul saw the depth this was going. He obeyed Kevin. Paul got up from his seat. He proceeded to the lav where he spurted a load out of his big 9" cock. A long stream of urine followed to help the cock go flaccid. He attached the cock cage around his beautiful cock knowing how miserable he was going to be.
"Done?" Kevin asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Welcome to your new life. You wanted one. You got it. However, on my terms and Sinclair's terms. Not yours." Kevin said, with annoyance to Paul. Paul could not believe his ears as Kevin never spoke to him in an annoyed tone.
Kevin rang the call bell. "Can he be moved to another seat and row?"
Kevin could see the male flight attendant was hot and bothered looking at Paul, the muscle-daddy stud. "Is there something wrong?"
"He's my husband, and I'm annoyed with him. He is my slave. I don't want around." Kevin explained.
The flight attendant was showing a full boner. "There are no other seats in business class, Sir."
"Is there a seat next to 45F?"
"Let me look. Yes Sir. 45E is available." The FA responded.
Kevin motioned the hot and wet flight attendant to move his head close to whisper, "Good. Send the asshole back there. He'll spend time with his replacement." Kevin grabbed the FA's bulge and said, "This makes you hot. Maybe we should all get together sometime soon. Like when we land." The FA ran away in a flutter.
Paul rose from his seat walking the plank to the back of the bus. He started crying. It had all gone so wrong. Not what he fantasied slave life. Kevin's assistant saw his masturbation dream coming toward him. He couldn't believe he sat next to him. Paul extended his hand.
"Hi. I'm Paul."
"Yes. I know. I'm Kevin's assistant." He responded.
"Yeah. You are my replacement." Paul said.
Paul sat with his feelings as the plane continued to roar through the air.
Kevin rented a Chevy Suburban 4x4 to drive to the ranch. It was some hours from the Phoenix airport. Scott drove. Paul and the assistant sat in the back.
"I ordered the workmen to start tomorrow. The architect drew the plans while we were in Berlin. It is going to be rustic for a bit. There are two RV's on the property with full hookups. The fencing is complete; the electricity is coming soon. The crew completed a solar energy system. There is always plenty of electric power.
"The plans call for a sleeping area. An office area. An intake building. A medical building. A training facility. An industrial kitchen." Scott explained.
"Good. We are going to need slave kitchen staff fast. While I would love to see Paul outside naked and exposed to the workmen, we need him cooking. It will be torture because he will have no rest. He will be up a 4 AM to prepare breakfast, clean the kitchen, then lunch, clean the kitchen and deal with suppliers, then dinner, then clean the kitchen and bed at 9 PM. He has to do it all himself. I'd love to see him do this every day for 100 slaves." Kevin said gazing straight forward through the windshield as if Paul was not in the vehicle.
"Scott, we need guests. I'm going to head out in two days. You handle everything." Kevin said.
They pulled into the ranch gate. It took a while to get from the gate to the main residential area. There were the two RV's. Nothing to write home about.
Kevin and Scott took one RV, and the assistant and Paul took the other.
"You like porn, Scott?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah. Sure."
"I'm going to masturbate. You can join me if you wish." Kevin said.
Scott was a little hesitant. Kevin saw his hesitancy saying, "Come on, Scott. We're men here. We need relief. A lot is going on. Fucking spurt a load with me."
Scott ripped his clothes off, sat down on the couch next to Kevin, who was naked and hard.
"You like bating, Scott. I do. I used to be completely addicted to porn. I would masturbate for hours. I was on Chaturbate displaying myself as a pig whore. It was terrible. It ruined my life. Without Paul and Sinclair, I would be a complete fag whore abusing my cock for everyone to see." Kevin explained.
Scott was enjoying bating his cock, but he wasn't thrilled with the news Kevin broke. He saw Kevin go into an altered state. Kevin became a completely different person. Frighteningly so.
Kevin fagged out. His mouth was wide open with drool dripping down on his hairless chest. He slathered Aboline all over his cock and body with a huge black dildo shoved all the way up his ass.
Scott watched Kevin get up for a minute to get something out of his suitcase. Neither man had unpacked from the flight. He pulled out a sound kit, wiped a thicker rod with alcohol before inserting the metal into his piss slit. The fucker went insane on the constant edge of orgasm.
Scott watched the porn and watched Kevin. Both were hot. He couldn't believe this little man with his little cock was so dominant and horny. Scott thought, `I've never noticed, but Kevin's kinda hot.'
"Hey, Kevin. Would you fuck me?"
Kevin glassed out eyes began to focus upon hearing the words `fuck me' answering, "Sure. Show me your ass."
Scott grabbed the bottom of his feet, rolled back onto the couch with his ass high and ready for cock. Pulling out the sound, which almost made him cum, Kevin stood, regained his balance, grabbed each leg while shoving his cock into Scott's delicious cunt.
Scott grabbed each of Kevin's nipples pulling hard while screaming, "Yeah fucker. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my hole. Give me your cock. Give me your cum. Oh yeah. Hot fucking man. Fuck me. Oh, man I need fucking. My cunt needs cock. My cunt wants cock. My cunt worships your cock. Please. Give me a load. Give me fucking load. Come on fucker. Shoot it in me. Breed my hole. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah."
Kevin was so happy to have a hole. He understood, `oh good. I've got a new ass to fuck. Otherwise, back to being a pig, fag, masturbating whore. No time for that. I will keep my cock calm by fucking Scott whenever I want.'
Next door, the tension was rough. Kevin's assistant was scared of Paul. "Look asshole. I don't like you. I doubt I ever will. I am not happy about the arrangements. I'm going to bed. There's only one bed, so we have to sleep together. If you want to play with my body, I'm fine with it. I could use some love. I can't cum. You can do whatever you want to my body. Have at it. Let's go to bed." Paul directed.
Kevin's assistant sucked on Paul's big man nips and masturbated his cock.
"Feel better?" Paul asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Don't call me Sir. I don't rank as I high as you. Call me Paul." Paul grabbed the assistant and spooned him to sleep.
His final thoughts of the day were: `A week ago I was the apple of Kevin's eye. Now I'm cock gaged. I'm sleeping with his assistant. I've been replaced. I know he and Scott are fucking. And, once again, this all happened because I ran away.' ...as he cried himself to sleep.
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