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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART ELEVEN
"Come on Jake," said Po, "let's leave them to it." "I just want to make sure he's safe," said Jake, "I don't want them hurting him." "We won't hurt him," said Dean, "any more than is necessary. We'll look after you," and he laughed and he mushed my hair and said, "You hard there?" I must admit, I was, super hard. I was so getting off on his prick being in front of me there like a joke. So he kicked me in the crotch and it fucking hurt. Jesus. And I crumpled up. "He is! He is! He gets stiff on it! Jesus fuck you are so-o fag!" He kicked me again. "No don't stop! You're doing good. Keep it going! Get up! Get back here!" I must admit I was beginning to warm to him, because although he was so gross he was also fucking hot and even though he was a cunt he was also fucking horney, I could feel his excitement and need and I wanted to experience his cum flowing into my neck in thick spurts again. I felt like I was special cause, yeah, I COULD do this for him. And I thought, 'When this is over I'm going to go home and wank and he's the one I'll think about when I cum all over the sheets!'
I held onto his legs; they were strong like trees and I felt safe next to him. "You want it yeah? "Yes Sir please ..." I didn't care what the others might think. "What do you want?" "I want your cock Sir please ..." "You want my cock? Hear that? He says he wants my cock! He's admitting it! He's literally begging me for it!" The others just watched. He kicked my crotch again, less forcefully. "What about this? You won't touch this will ya? I'm not having you getting off on me fag, all overy trousers!" He laughed.
And I saw then the bliss I might be in if I simply went with the way guys used me, how I might enjoy them and the sexiness they gave off like overpowering fumes. It didn't have to be love. It could be anything. It could be sheer fucking pervert behaviour long as I could do it ...
"Look to my feet 'en. Don't you dare look to my face. Put your hands out of the way, behind your back. Yeah. You want to kiss my trainers don't you?" I looked at them. And I did. "Don't you?!" "Yes Sir," I said, "I do." "Do what?" "Want to kiss your trainers Sir," I said. "Yeah?" He laughed. "He admits it! Go on 'en! Oi, no hands bitch."
"Look he's making them wet!" Again I could tell Dean was getting off on having an audience. "Here!" I knelt up again, obediently. He pinched my face again and looked at me. "Are you going to make me happy? Are yer?" "Yes Sir," I said. "Are yer?" "Yes Sir!" "Are yer? Promise?" "Yes Sir. Yes Sir. I promise. I'll make you happy Sir I promise!" He laughed. "Good bitch. Good bitch," and he patted my head like I was his golden retriever and I'd just had his puppies. "You're MY sub bitch. I should give you choc treats but I'm going to give you summat much better," and he pulled down his front and dug out the thick curved prong of his dick - it was much harder and more veined and thicker than it had been the first time - and jabbed it into my face, I opened my lips just in time, and he drove it down my throat without any warning and just held it there. I breathed through my nose whilst he started to ease it, in and out, gradually increasing friction - "Keep those lips tight! Suck!" - until I thought I was going to pass out. But I knew he was so into it, it couldn't last long I thought because he'll cum fast. He's so hard he must cum fast. But he didn't cum, he just kept ramming it against the back of my upper palate where it kind of curves down and bent into my neck, jabbing it like a fist into my epiglottis and slapping my head, my ears and jaw. "Open it! Stop. Fucking. Biting!" I had to keep my jaw wide but my lips fastened onto it and all the while my knees were grinding onto the earth, hitting pebbles and grinding grit painfully. "You know what you want?" I couldn't speak to answer, obviously. "You want a slap! Don'tcha? You want a slap in the face cause you ain't tryin'. Think about it. You ain't even makin' much effort." And he slapped me. He held one side of my head, so that I didn't jolt and hurt his prick, and slapped my face repeatedly on the other side so I kind of had a seizure inside my head as I tried to double my efforts on his dick and also cope with the shock of his slaps, and not bite him and also not collapse but I think he was getting there when he abruptly slowed, and pulled out and rubbed it on my face and then thrust it in again, forcing it and holding it long and slow and his breathing was like a long silky sigh and I realised he was cumming into me, long gentle spurts of thick fresh cum that just accumulated in my throat and slowly emptied into me like a toilet that needed to be flushed. He gripped my ears and pulled himself into me so that the penetration was almost impossibly deep, then groaned, "fuck. Ing. Yeh ...", crowding my face into his bush, right in all the way cause his balls were bursting. It was the second time in about half an hour but he was more into it than the first time!
"You know sub," Dean said, "You're a natural. You're a natural you are. The way you suck cock. You're so cool. And you love it. You make love to my prick don't you? You love my prick. You want it. You want my prick don'tcha? No, you're good. Good bitch. I like this one," he announced. The rest of the gang were pretty well ignoring him by now. "Yeah I like this one. He's a cocksucker first class."
He turned to find we were both alone. Luke was fed up with waiting and had joined John who had given up and was outside the shelter, kicking the dirt and looking at his phone. Po and Jake had wandered away as well and were standing some distance further, talking. I could tell Dean was a bit annoyed; he wanted an audience, and he'd lost the audience. He stepped away from me, hitching his clothes sexily so that his junk was comfortable. But he patted my head as well like, 'well done,' cause he had enjoyed it and he was, you know, like well satisfied and stuff.
But then he had an idea. "Let's give it something to drink," he said, pulling his prick out again. I knew immediately what he was going to do but somehow I wasn't able to move. I just knelt, and waited. He held my head and patted it and said, "You want a drink, cock slave?" I suddenly didn't have any choice. I was caught in a sudden desire to drink his piss. It was really odd, cause I'd never even have thought of it and yet here he was getting his dick out and clearly pressing down on his bladder, concentrating to pee through his decreasing erection, pointing it down at me and squeezing the foreskin a bit. "Open your mouth ..." I opened my mouth. "Wide." I opened it wide. "Yeah? Cause I'm going to piss into it so I don't want to miss yeah?" But then a first dribble shot out and he missed, it went on my face and chest and soaked into my shirt making me feel wet where it ran down into my pants. "Oops. Sorry mate. I didn't mean that." He laughed. Then he got another spurt and another all of which went on my shirt or the ground and only went in my mouth when the flow got going and even then it kept changing and going on my face. Eventually when he was urinating property into my mouth I tried to swallow it and that made even more spill down so I was completely soaked. It felt nice to have his piss running down my clothes and wetting my skin inside like rain through a leaky jacket. Dean laughed. He didn't care if I drank it or not. He clearly loved just pissing all over his fag mate. I know it sounds pretty sick but, you know, the warm piss of my friend filling up my clothes and even making my socks wet was like, really cool, and I said, "Yeah!" and I was laughing, and so was Dean. "You're a toilet now!" he said. "Yeah, I know," I said. "You're gonna stink soon," he said. "Yeah!" I said, and we were both just laughing. It was so cool. Dean was about to put his cock back in and gave it a shake, you know, like he would at a real toilet, and he grinned like he was really happy. It's strange isn't it? And he said, "Hey Luke! Let's shift!"
He ran out of the shelter.
I saw the gang talking and they started to walk. Everybody. I was left kneeling in the shelter thinking, what should I do? But then Jake, "Hey!" shouted Jake, turning to see me through the leaves, "Follow!" he waved at me and they watched me run after them, and turned before I caught up so they didn't look at me and they didn't hear Dean's piss making my trainers squelch, and they just walked on, letting me follow like I didn't matter. But I did matter.
But what was good was when I thought about how I had sucked everyone's cock or nearly everyone and they were walking ahead of me and talking like they just, you know, accepted me for what I was, and I NOT ONLY had all their cum in my throat but I also had all Dean's piss soaking me and in my underwear as well and in my trainers. When they found out, cause Dean told them didn't he? and they stopped and turned and looked and they couldn't believe it. And I laughed, like, yeah, he did. And I did drink it yeah. And I was soaked yeah. See? It was so cool. I really felt like I belonged. John was disgusted. Po just like covered his face and then looked at the sky and sighed, "Oh why the fuck man?" Jake looked at it, all the wet soaking my clothes, and said one word, "Toilet." Like that was it. So I thought, 'He doesn't get it.' "You literally are a toilet!" he added and then turned and walked off, with Po and John either side. Luke was predictably different. He looked at me, all the way my clothes were all shiny cause they were wet, and his eyes just lit up I could see, and he was like, 'why didn't I think of that?' So I knew if we were in that situation again he would want to piss on me as well and I thought how, yeah, that'd be really cool cause I'd get completely wet and I'd be like walking around and people wouldn't know why I was wet. They think it was the rain - which there wasn't any - or I'd fallen in a lake!
So now I wasn't just their cocksucking cum dump I was their toilet as well. It was really good.
And I thought it's really great being this sub cause I get to do all these things.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART ELEVEN