Chapter 9 – Adventures of Fag Dad
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Chapter 9
Joe came downstairs. Paul was making a late lunch for his new slave. Joe sat down with a smile knowing that his new partner was Paul. Joe could be so oblivious.
Paul asked, "Buddy why don't you take your shirt off. You know it is just us guys here from now on. I don't get a lot of visitors and when we (notice how he snuck in there "we") can bring back outside civility.
Joe questioned the term `civility'. What did he mean by that?
Joe did as Paul requested; although he was rather self-conscious in front of his stud friend.
You see Joe was medium everything; medium build, medium cock, medium feet, medium distinguishing features. Joe was about as non-descript as they come or, in other words, a faggot.
Paul started rubbing Joe's naked shoulders as Joe scarfed down a sandwich. Joe's cock began to come alive. He noticed himself relaxing into it so much he was having trouble staying upright in the chair.
This was just what Paul wanted; a relaxed slave. He moved around sitting next him Joe at the table. Paul stared in to Joe's eyes making sure that Joe felt the depth of this experience. Joe was to become completely subservient to Paul. Paul could see this was not going to take much effort.
Paul said, "Joe. You've been through such a rough time. Between you having to suck off your boss every day and the cunt you just divorced, you've been through it. Why don't you consider quitting your job?"
"Paul. I need that job. I have rent to pay here. I have health insurance. Besides, what would I do instead?"
"For starters you could help me around here. I could keep you busy most of a work day. I also am moving into a heavy season of dealing with clients and could use the help. You have business acumen. You could take some of my clients to dinner and tour them around when I was unavailable. This would help me out a great deal." Paul said with a grin.
"Listen Joe. Why don't you think it over? Sleep on it tonight. Go to work tomorrow and when you get home tomorrow evening we can discuss it further."
"Oh. Ok Joe. I'll do that. It sounds like a decent offer. You've been so kind and taken so much time out of your life to help me. It may be the least I can do. Let's talk again tomorrow."
"Great. Now let's go to the gym."
"The gym!"
"Yeah buddy. We got to buff you up a bit. Here's your new gym clothes. Throw them on. You don't need to bring anything else. I'll drive."
Joe went to his room and put on the gym outfit. For a medium guy these clothes were small. They showed everything including the outline of his cock. The shorts were so tight around the butt that you could see his crack. He was embarrassed but didn't say a thing. Paul was so kind. He wanted to take him to the gym. A place Joe had never been that he couldn't say anything. It would look ungrateful.
When Joe sat down in the passenger seat his cock started to get hard. Here was his man, his big man driving him to the gym. He felt so ashamed that he got a boner.
Paul exclaimed. "Hey buddy. You're alive. Wasn't sure after all your trauma. Looks nice."
Looks nice! Wow. That was a comment.
Joe didn't manage to get his cock completely soft as the two of them walked in the door. Joe naturally held the door for Paul, not thinking anything of it. Joe also followed about a pace behind Paul at all times.
"Hey John. This is my new roommate Joe. He needs to be added onto my membership with full privileges." Paul instructed the guy behind the counter.
John couldn't help having a little smirk. He knew what Paul was up to. He had seen it before.
The two of them went to the locker room. Paul changed clothes right in front of Joe making sure that he got completely naked showing the front of his body and his big cock to his new target.
Joe started to get hard, which was embarrassing because there was not enough material to hide his predicament. Paul looked but didn't say a word. He handed Joe a notebook.
"Here buddy. You are going to make a note of all my stats; the number of reps, the number of times, etc. You're gonna take care of me here. Let's head to the treadmills for warmup."
Joe was beside himself. Hard. Couldn't get it to go down. He walked out into the public area with a fully flushed face and cock. He tried to stay right behind Paul but Paul kept moving in order to make sure Joe was seen.
They got on the treadmill. "Now Joe. Do this slow. You are not an exerciser so we are going to take you real slow. Just do a walking pace nothing more. I'm going to get my heartrate up so do not bother me for a while. Just walk."
Joe responded. "Yes sir." Where did that come from? Joe couldn't believe he just said that to Paul. Was there more going on here? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was still hard and walking on the treadmill while his hunky friend sweated and groaned next to him. Finally with the walking the hard on started to subside.
Paul ran for about a half hour. Joe was exhausted even just at the walking pace. "Okay buddy. Time for you to take notes while I pump."
Joe dutifully followed Paul around the gym. Paul was a master in the gym. He was precise, diligent and knew exactly what he was doing.
Periodically Joe would get hard again. He could see that guys were amused out of the corner of his eyes. Yet, Joe kept immaculate records. Everything was perfect. Even the handwriting.
"You did an excellent job buddy. Look how neat that is. I'm lucky to have you in my life."
Joe smiled. What a sweet thing to say. He felt the same.
Author's note: This story is a delicate balance between love, slavery and some brutal moments. For those interested in the latter, thank you for your patience. I will be going back and forth between the three: love, slavery and brutality; however, I can feel that the next chapter is going to get nasty. Stay tuned.