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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 110
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 58 - the true one
Po laughed and Benyamin stared at me for a short while; like, I couldn't tell if he was pleased or displeased and I don't think Po or Luke could tell either. He was breathing deeply and slowly, and staring at me like he was totally relaxed.
Then he said again, "When did you last cum?"
"I. I. I'm sorry Sir I don't know when I last cum. I'm sorry Sir," I said apologetically. Like I don't know do I? That was so-oo-oo long ago, fucksake!
Benyamin smiled broadly and put his palms together like in a silent clap, "Yes," he said, "this is the one."
And everyone laughed, except me.
"So yeah so that's ok then," then Po said.
And Benyamin said, "Come quietly." Like that. He held out his hand.
I stepped forward and he put his arms round me and pulled me, like that, into a hug so he was holding me like that, in a hug, and his beard was up against my neck - not like a full beard, just like he hadn't shaved for a few days.
"I got you," he said. "I got you."
He pressed against me. So I thought, 'Yeah. Benyamin.'
And I thought, 'Oh Benyamin ...'
"You're coming with me," he said.
And I said, "Yes Sir."
"I'm your owner now. Drop that bag. Come with me."
I dropped the bag as I was instructed; it was then that I realised what they was saying, that I was not Po's owned slave any more! I looked at Po and like couldn't believe what was happening. I twisted and tried to run towards him but I was restrained by Benyamin holding my arms in a firm lock.
"Tell them Po! Tell them you're my owner!"
"Does he need a gag?" asked Benyamin.
Po shrugged, "Not if you didn't bring one!" Then to me he said, "I didn't promise you anything."
"You said you'd protect me Sir!"
Po shrugged again, "I changed my mind."
"I was devoted to you! Why are you doing this?"
But Po wasn't interested. "Shut. The fuck. Up!" Then he looked to Benyamin and s said, "Where's my money?"
"It's been paid as you know," said Benyamin, rubbing me against his belly. (He had a big hairy belly what I really liked, as you know - Chapter 97)
"But my cut?!"
Benyamin was unmoved, "Give me a break son, I've bought him from you, you and Jobal; I paid upfront, as you very well know. This is mine now." He moved his hands from my waist to hold me by my shoulders and indicated, by a slight pressure, that I had to leave.
I did as I was told.
"Hey, do you need a cage?" said Po. "I'll sell it to you!"
"I've got my own equipment," replied Benyamin.
I turned and he followed me, steering me a little with his hand but mainly just letting me go ahead and get the door and press the lift; and I left and I swear to you one fucking thing: I never saw Po or Jobal, or Luke or Jake, nor Dean nor any of them, nor that town or England, or even Europe, ever, ever again.
*** As we went down in the lift his hand moved down my arm, feeling my bicep with a squeeze, and then squeezing my buttock with one big hold; then he turned me to face him and he inspected me visually, looking at my skin, my eyes, my teeth and rubbing my head like to see it was intact! Then he seemed happy and as the lift was stopped but before the doors opened, I thought he wanted me to blow him there and then - he was hard enough, cause I put my hand on his flies. But he stopped me and directed me out the door. "Time for that later."
"Where are we going Sir?" I asked, quietly.
"Now I'm your owner you're coming with me. Do you need to be told that?"
"I was sold Sir?"
"You are a slave! I just bought you! I paid good money."
"But what about my stuff Sir and my flat Sir?"
"What stuff? What flat?"
He was right; there wasn't much left after Luke threw it out; and as for the flat, Benyamin laughed like right down from the back of his throat like it was really hilarious. "You cannot be that much of an idiot can you? You don't own anything. You never will. You don't exist. You don't even have your own name! Where's your passport?"
"I don't know."
"It doesn't exist. If I didn't have my own channels I couldn't even get you into Algeria."
"Al-Algeria Sir?"
He smiled. "Algeria." Then he laughed when he saw the look on my face!
His Merc was parked outside.
"Can you drive?"
"No Sir."
"We'll have to change that."
So I got in the passenger seat. "I'll have you as my driver soon," he said with a grin.
"But I, really I can't drive, Sir!" I said.
"We can fix that. What's wrong?" I think I had tears or something cause my face was sort of wet. Do you know what that is?
"Are you crying man? Why are you crying? What's wrong?"
"I - l hoped you would come back sSir," I said.
Benyamin turned to back up and then looked at me, "You've been sleepwalking for years," he said, fondling my chin like to expose my teeth. He switched the radio on, for music, put the Merc into drive and we sailed off.
The music on the radio was like this African tribe singing, sort of mournful and happy at the same time, sort of jolly and sad; the rythmn was jerky and had a big drum sound every random few beats so you kind of thought you knew where it was going but then it sort of picked up and surprised you before starting back again only each time it was a little bit different. I wondered what they were singing but Benyamin turned it down before the announcer said. Benyamin wanted to speak; so I'll never know how the music ended.
"When I found you I thought," Benyamin said, looking in the mirrors and at the road, "I thought, Yeah here's one I can use; he's so sub. So I started talking to Jobal. It took months but eventually I negotiated a deal. I said I'd take you to my house. I said that to you as well didn't I? Well now I am taking you to my house, in Algeria, like I said, and you'll be my slave there and do everything I want you to do. You want that don't you?"
"Yes Sir," I said.
"Is that all right? You seem a bit confused."
"I ... Yes Sir. But what about Po, Sir?"
"Po didn't appreciate you. He didn't know what he had." Benyamin made a snort like he was annoyed, "He was a big stupid problem this Po Mustafa. He objected to everything. I offered him more money and more money and more money and more money and everything but he seemed to think you was priceless. But then a few days ago he just suddenly accepted, liked what I was offering all of a suddenly and said it was a fair, I could buy. Just like that. I don't know what changed. So it was arranged at once and I came to collect you. In the end, it was simple."
"Yes Sir. Po's really possessive but he got this other bloke I thought he was going to be another slave as well like me but he's more like a proper boyfriend, Sir; they are going to start this internet business. I don't understand why he has changed, but he has changed, and I don't understand why he's changed. Sir."
"He's fallen, is what it is. He's fallen under this guy's spell and he's lost his touch. Jobal knows all about it. No one expects you to understand, but I'd never let that happen. I'd never let another bloke get inside my head. That's not how a Superior Man is. You're not a Superior Man so no one expects you to understand. You don't try to understand. You just do as you're told. Whatever I tell you to do you do it, and you'll be fine. I paid a lot for you, I really did! Chicken-feed for a human life if you think about it, but way above what you are worth on the internet. Men like you are cheap - desperate for total ownership or put up for sale to get out of a situation. I see it all the time now in Algeria," he signalled and pulled onto the motorway; the Merc cruised up to its maximum speed overtaking everyone. "There are lots of these slave-men from Northern Europe who want to be servants for Superior Men; they want our big cocks and they want to be owned and controlled and abused by our big cocks isn't it? And they think it'll be an easier life to be told what to do and just concentrate on serving us. Because we are Superior Men, yeah? They have given up on the liberty and power of their own strength and chosen the weakness and subservience of chains and whips. That's what I'm giving you. That's my gift. Do you think it'll be an easy life working for me?"
"I don't know Sir. I'll do my best Sir."
"I know you will," said Benyamin, leaving the wheel to pat my head. His hand smoothed down the back of my head and rested on my neck. "You're so fucking broken! Po doesn't have a fucking clue how to keep a slave properly. That's why he sold you. He wasn't cut out for keeping a slave and he knew it. He didn't say so, but he knew it. I do know how to keep a slave: it's got to live like an animal. I've got a big house, in a walled compound with everything, pool, gym, cinema, everything, horses and camels, and a slave annexe where you'll be kept. All the equipment. You'll wear nothing but your little pants and show off your bum and your beautiful body, a chain round your neck, a harness for a firm grip. There'll be punishment and reward, just like for an animal; lots of pain, lots of discomfort, lots of boredom; but when my friends come round they are all Superior Men, they'll admire you and they'll look at you and you'll give them whatever they please and you'll be my proudest possession. Do you like that?"
"Yes Sir thank you Sir!"
The car left the motorway eventually and after a slip road, slowed to a halt at some lights; Benyamin turned to me and pulled back my head with his left hand and pushed his four fingers of his right in my mouth and just sort of held them there just almost so I had to gag, but I controlled my breathing and when the lights changed he took his fingers out of my mouth.
And I said, "Thank you Sir."
We drove off.
"Po needed the money I think," I said, "for his internet business."
"Like I fucking care ..."
"Po loves me Sir or at least I think he did."
"He did in so far as he understood it. But what does it means for a Superior Man to love his slave?"
"He used to fuck me every day Sir."
"Of course he did. He was full of cum! A guy his age."
"Will you fuck me Sir?"
"Of course I will."
"Every day?"
"At least that often. You deserve it," he smiled.
"And I'll serve you Sir ...?"
"Oh yes my sweet. "Every single fucking minute. "Of every single fucking day."
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You Belong To Jobal
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You Know He's Sub
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