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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 102
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 49 - belonging to Luke
When I went out it was usually to do something specific what had to be done, like buy something or something. And when I went out I had to wear these little shorts or some other shorts and my trainers and some skinny top what just clung if it rained. I mean, I didn't mind the rain and I knew it looked sexy if my shirt stuck cause it showed off my body to anyone who might be interested and you could see my marks through it so everybody know I belong to Jobal. So I looked like a tart more or less all the time, not just when I went to the gym and wasn't wearing anything except the jocks Urib said I looked best in - cause it showed me off to anybody and if they enquired they can be directed to how to pay, which was what it all it was, as far as Jobal cared - and he was the only one what mattered, in the end. That's how Po made his money as well. So everyone was happy and they all made sure I was worked.
So I was just walking down the road just wearing just these little shorts. And Luke ran up. He was wearing a loose fitting bronze coloured tracksuit what made him look bigger than he was, the hood up so I didn't recognise him til he shouted out - he was across the road and he seen me and called out, "Hey!", and run up and puts his arms around me like to hold me you know like a friend but also like a man who would like to fuck me. Everyone was like that. Nobody touched me what didn't do it like that or wanted it.
"God. I haven't seen you in so long," he said. He put his hand in the seat of my shorts and felt my arse. He squeezed it like it was fruit and pushed himself into me so I could feel it like he rubbed his cock into me so like, Yes please, I wanted some. "Where can we go? You look so good," he said, "you make me want to rape you right here in the middle of the street!"
"Rape costs extra," I grinned, "sorry Sir."
"Hehe you funny. No but seriously where can we go? Feel me. I'm hard."
"Nothing changes Sir," I said.
"Nothing changes," he grinned. "Put your hand on it. Yeah? Feel that? I want to feel my cum shoot up inside you ..."
I could feel it like he said.
He put his arm around me and we walked. His arm felt good cause it was holding me like he and I knew what he wanted. He was quite strong but didn't work out like I did but still he seemed stronger than I did. I only felt strong cause I worked out. He felt strong cause he was strong. That's the difference.
"Po looking after you?"
"Po stopped me falling Sir."
"You weren't falling you fucking moron. Jake told me what Po did to you; it's fucking criminal is what it is. He hurt you," he said, "Brenda ... You remember Brenda?"
"Yes course Sir."
He smiled. "Sir. You call me Sir now then do you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Why's that then?"
"It's just ... I must. I suppose. It feels right Sir."
Luke stopped by where there was a sheltered spot, a gap between two shops where he could be a bit unobserved. "Hold on." He lit up a joint, took a drag and offered it to me. I took a little drag. He laughed. "Feel better?"
"Yes Sir."
He smiled. I felt a little woozy and grinned like an idiot, feeling relaxed like for the first time in ages.
"Yeah. Anyways, Brenda was asking about you." He paused. "Don't you want to know what she said?"
"Yes Sir," I said, more or less honestly.
"She said you was in need of protection cause -"
"Po protects me Sir."
Luke looked angry. "Are you allowed to interrupt me then?"
"No Sir. Sorry Sir."
"Hehe, you're so cute. You think I'm gonna hurt you? You make me laugh you do. Do you remember we used to make you piss in your pants and we'd all piss all over you?"
"Yes Sir. It was good Sir."
"Yeah. Well I liked that. I liked that. But Brenda -" (He told Brenda?) "- She didn't like it. She said it was wrong. She said it was abusive or ... or something. I forget what she said - you know what's she's like, a mouth like that - only she said we needed to gang together and stop being cunts and look after you as friends cause you was vulnerable. What do you think of that?"
"Sounds nice Sir," I said.
"Yeah it was nice only ... only we decided, everyone, on that you and Po would be your protector, cause he said that would be best, cause him and Jobal, yeah? He could speak to Jobal. And like that he could protect you. So we said, yeah fine; do it. So he did and now this ... This? This is wrong."
Luke held me still by putting his arms around my waist and gripping his hands behind my back. I was trapped like a bear hugs and our bodies were touching from our foreheads to our cheats to our stomachs and genitals, legs; even our feet - cause he put his feet either side of my feet so that I was completely touching him and he was holding us together like that. Like two pieces of bread ... trapping his sausage.
He drew on the joint then stared at my face and breathed his smoke on my mouth, "I remember the first time I saw you, Jason. I saw you across junior class." I grinned at that memory. "Yeah, so long ago now. Never expected to grow up and still know you let alone ... this! You looked so lovely. But lonely as well."
"Did I Sir?"
He drew another mouthful from the joint and blew it into my mouth. I inhaled it.
"Yeah. You was laughing, but you looked sad - like the joke was somewhere else and you were just trying to somehow join in. Like a spectator. I think you've been a spectator on your own life. Like never properly taken part even with your own life, yeah?"
It was embarrassing cause I didn't really know what he was talking about.
He coughed. "You haven't always been owned but you haven't owned yourself either, have you? I wasn't aware of it at the time but I am now. Brenda said and now all I can see, that all you wanted is to be owned. That is the only way you can exist. But I am here, now, to tell you, that I can own you and I can give your life boundaries and control and all that what you need don't you? Brenda said I should do it and I could. Cause I'm a man and I was made to take care of cunts like you wasn't it? I want to take care of you. I mean, I want to piss on you, but I want to take care of you as well." He laughed.
"And fuck me, Sir," I said. He laughed. He was hard enough as well and his body was tough, strong, muscley enough.
I was warm and safe in his arms, don't get me wrong, but I didn't think he had what it took for one man to completely own another man. And I felt sad to think he wanted a boyfriend so much but, like, it couldn't be me, could it? I wasn't capable of being the man he wanted even though he thought I was. Cause I wasn't that vanilla, and he was - he didn't know it - but he was vanilla ...
"Luke," I said, dropping the whole 'Yes Sir, No Sir' thing, "You don't understand anything. You're looking for a boyfriend, someone you can build a lifetime partnership with -"
"Isn't that what you want?" he interrupted.
I mean, he could be selfish like anybody can, and thoughtless and unintentionally a bastard, but not like Po was deliberately cruel and sometimes just lost it just to punish me for the sake of it. That's what I liked. That's what I needed didn't I?
"Yeah," I answered, "but, it's different. What I want ... and what you want to give ... like controls. You, you're ..." I stuttered cause I wasn't sure if I wanted to say it, "you're too kind!" I said. "And I just know ... you don't mean it I'm sorry."
Luke was hurt. "You wanna know what you wanna know what I think? I think he wanted to hurt you, not make you safe and happy but hurt you. How does that sound about fucking right?" He didn't understand. "I can be as much of a cunt as any of your other owners," he said, and then added, "if you want - that is, if you want it."
That's when I realised he couldn't do it. I mean, I already knew, obviously, but I did thought that there was a possibility he was right and that if he could then he could be the man I wanted, the special man who gave me what I wanted. But when he said it, that, 'if I wanted', 'if' I wanted, if 'I' wanted - not him but if 'I' wanted him to be like that then he would be ... Well what kind of owner gives their property an options like that? It was fucking stupid. It was fucking stupid. Even Jake wasn't as vanilla as that: he had strange ideas, I guess, but at least they were his ideas; and when he said what he wanted, he wanted what he wanted, not what I wanted, and he didn't care what I wanted. Owners don't say it's a choice is it? Po never gave me a choice. He said all sorts but in the end where was I? I did what he fucking wanted. I had to. Luke was fucking stupid.
I mean, I think Luke honestly meant what he was saying. But it wasn't true. He wasn't capable of owning or anything. He wasn't a Superior Man. He was a wimp and made up for his inadequacies as a man by bullying and showing pathetic caring emotions. He didn't know how to tame another man, to calm another man like you calm a frightened animal, to use his strength of character to give another man the safety and security he needs, the boundaries and demands, the enforcement and mental domination I need, he couldn't control me or dominate me with the fear that he might at any moment go completely apeshit, like Po could, and just lash out for no reason except that it made HIM feel better.
"I'd like to fuck you," he said, "sexy shorts all right and yummy!"
Now we were nearing a turning where I knew there was a spot we could do it.
"Do you want me to suck you off Sir?" I said.
"Fuck yeah!"
He saw the spot, like he discovered it, and pushed me into it and made me kneel down, which I was about to do anyway, and let me open him up and suck on his erection. It was super stuff and he cum quite easily, pulling back to squirt on my face.
"You're such a dumb fuck," he said.
He said he wanted to fuck me but he cum on my face! It was still good. I saw his face relax and he smiled as he wiped the cum with his fingers and fed it to me. "You're a good lad," he said.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 102