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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 113
BOOK THREE ALL OF THE SANDS PART THREE - Paris Bedroom
Are you wondering what it takes to be me? Can you live this life? Can you get what I got? All depends how you picture me. How do you picture me? My appearance changed a lot while I was with Po. Po (and Urib) made me work out and muscle up. Then there was the scarring. So, I don't know how you picture me but my appearance is much more slave than buddy now. My body is hard, but soft - muscle that is swoll when it's relaxed and men want to touch and stroke and caress and control. I'm well exercised like a breed of dog or like a working pet, like your favourite horse you'd never want to be parted from. And the lines on my skin, these runes and spirals and patterns and lines, show everybody that I'm not a normal member of society anymore. I've thrown all that in and now I'm this outsider who you can use if you want to and I won't say no to anything you want. Anything. There literally is no limit anymore. Cause I don't exist anymore as your friend. I'm your servant and I'm just waiting until you want to use me again. I am entering a new life; Benyamin is taking me on a journey and I have to be strong. But not muscle-bound because that's not a good look!
It's not about what I'm into. Look at my life and it's all there! But I think you need to be fit, because you need to be desirable for your Superior Man. There's lots of willing slaves out there so it pays to be the best you can be. If you want to be like me you need to do the work. Swim, workout, do something everyday. Look at yourself and ask, how can you improve your appearance? How can you make Superior Men want to fuck you when they see you walking down the street? How can you show them that you are worth the payoff? It has to be obvious so they'll think, yeah, the things I want to do to that ... Wanting to own you and do stuff ...
"Come," said Benyamin.
I pushed the doors wider and stepped into his room. It was slightly smaller than the first one but still decorated like Napoleon's palace. It had a duplicate enormous chandelier in the centre of another ornate ceiling and another massive fireplace all marble and stuff and massive mirrors like they put mirrors wherever they could find space. And gold. And stuff. There was a sort of make-up table with multiple-angle mirrors and loads of drawers - not modern, but ornate gold and wooden, and there was a couple of other like chests all ornate as well with about four drawers each and gold paint. Plus there was a couple of tall wardrobes like temples in the corners of the room with like oval mirrors and candlesticks on brackets. And a bed what was like the size of a lorry! with a bedspread what looked like made of gold or something with flowers and shapes and there in the middle of it, sitting down on the edge of the bed like weighing it down so it all fell towards him like a valley around his body, was Benyamin, totally naked except he had a like silk dressing gown he had over his shoulders but it was draped around him so that his whole front of his body was open and I could see it, his chest and his relaxed belly and his cock was like fat and sloping over his balls, and his legs sort of spread so like, come in and eat this! His genitals were dark skinned, like really big and hairy but only slightly darker than the rest of him. His eyes were half closed, as though he had been dozing, but watching me like a bird watching a fish appear before sinking it's spear-like beak into the soft slippery flesh.
He smiled and his cock sort of nodded awake and lifted it's head a bit.
I IMMEDIATELY ran towards him! and threw myself on the floor and started kissing his feet like they was on fire and I was trying to put them out. I had missed him so much!
"Sir! Master!" I cried. And it was real tears cause you might not have gathered it but it was all a bit much and I had been under quite a lot of stress recently. So I kissed and kissed his feet and he just watched.
He didn't say anything.
I continued kissing his feet for some time before he even so much as moved his toes and even then all he did was lift each foot as I kissed it so that I could kiss the underside. It was unbelievable, the taste of him was like earthy and musty but also sort of like he had walked in rose water. Perhaps he had! He had beautiful feet that arched and all the toes were neat and manicured and soft like scrotum flesh!
After I had been kissing his feet for some time, and licking them as well and worshipping them for some time, I looked up at his face. He was watching me without expression but somehow I could tell he wanted me to move up.
Kissing and licking with little licks his big legs on the inside, I worked my way towards his genitals - past his big knees and the spread of his thighs on the bed. He spread his thighs a little wider, casually, to help give me space. His bollocks were sagging into the golden bedspread like jewels in an expensive tooled-leather handbag, the skin all hairy and relaxed, so I started to lick them, separating the sack from his leg with my tongue and tasting the moistness in the hot groove which led right into his groin. I think he had just showered cause he tasted of water not sweat or anything, and a bit of like soap. His crotch hair was a curly soft bristle that compressed when I pressed my nose into it or made it wet with my tongue, then sprang back when I moved on to another part of his stuff.
His prick was above me, starting to rise like a monument; I knew it was there. I touched the base with my nose and then my lips. He exhaled and leaned back on his elbows and watched me whilst I spent all my attention on licking and kissing his, sucking on his balls and hair, licking his penis without actually sucking it, the ring where he was circumcised. I knew he was watching me. I buried my face in his bush and let my tongue find the point where his cock bulged at its root before disappearing into his body, and pressed there, so that his dick swelled and moved. Then I ran my tongue up and down the hardening shaft and kiss-licked on the dribbling cum-slit, tasting his juice, before finally sucking the whole thing into my throat, gagging on it several times and pushing him right in to feel the tightness of my neck.
He did not say anything. He just watched me. I looked at him respectfully as a slave should when giving head, but he did not have much expression - it was like he was thinking of something else, even though his cock was super hard and dribbling and I was taking it deep into my neck and holding it each time.
Just when I was wondering if I should sit on him or if he wanted to fuck, a phone rang, a mobile, somewhere in the room.
"Fetch that."
I let his cock slip out of my mouth and jumped up and tried to see where it was coming from. Benyamin pointed at the small ornate bedside table. I grabbed the phone and gave it to him. He flicked it and stared talking. I stood up not knowing what to do. While he talked he was getting angry - using a different language - I couldn't understand it except odd words of English he used, like "just fucking do it!" Then he got less angry, and then he started to smile before finally ending the call and handing the phone back to me. I put it on the table.
"Come here," he said, smiling like I was his babe.
Benyamin's body was not muscular, not in the way mine was - cause I was pumped yeah? - but it was very very strong and as I climbed onto the bed and lay down next to him, so his arms went round me and gripped me in a kind of hug, I felt like I was totally safe and he would make sure I was always safe.
"I want you to always serve me, always think about my pleasure, always make me happy, yeah, because I want to look after you," he said, pecking my forehead with a little kiss. "You have to deserve it yeah? Never make me regret it yeah? If I ever find out you do not deserve it I'll make you suffer like no slave has ever suffered before ok? So always ask yourself, Do I deserve this? And always do more, so that if you need more then you do more, yeah? Always do more. Always. Then I can give you all you need to be my slave yeah?"
"Yes Sir Thank you Sir."
I loved him so much. I wanted to be in his arms like this forever and ever and ever.
"What are you thinking slave?"
"I'm, Sir I'm th-thinking I, Sir, I want to always be like this Sir and deserve it Sir cause I -"
"You're not going to start crying are you?"
"No Sir I -" I laughed though I was crying really cause I was happy obviously and ...
"I love it when you cry," he said, "it's so cute! And so sexy to see you all broken and hurt. A slave owner loves to see his slave all broken. It's the best! It means he can do anything and his slave will be responsive and accepting and happy to take anything and always eager for more!"
"I ... ... I am ...", I pushed my face into him and shook. The wet on my eyes wet his chest and that wet my face even more. "I am e-eager Sir ..."
"There there baby you need to cry. Are you scared?"
"No sSir ..."
"There's no need to be. It might hurt sometimes if you need to be punished as you will I'm sure occasionally especially if I need to see you excite me, but it only makes you deserve more and that's what I'm going to give you yeah? So there's no need to be scared because it all serves a purpose doesn't it?"
"Yes Sir," and I laughed, like, sort of embarrassed.
"Yeah?"
"Yes Sir."
I reached down to hold his erection.
"Ne-ne, not yet. I don't want to get any closer. I want to fuck you hard tonight and keep fucking you all night long. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to sleep and I don't want to cum I just want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you. I want to make you mine like this forever and forever. I don't want us to ever forget this night. When I give you my whole seed eventually, I want it to be the biggest load you have ever received. I want you to be completely owned. Does that make sense?"
"Yes Sir," I said.
Of course it made sense!
"Lie on top of me and open your legs so that I can feel your tight pussy-hole, that's right."
I climbed onto his huge body and let my knees support me partially on the bedspread on either side and my hands either side of his head. I was about to kiss him ...
"Oh hold on, let's get rid of this!"
So I got off him and slid off the bed and he rolled to one side so I could pull the bed open. The smell of the fresh sheets was amazing.
"Wow Sir, it smells so nice Sir!"
I sniffed.
He rolled onto the white sheets and I ran round and pulled the other side down so that now the golden bedspread and the top sheets were crumpled in a heap on the floor like a huge sunken cloud and the whole of the air in the room was filled with the amazing whatever-it-was smell of the bed.
He laughed, "Yeah it does smell nice I suppose. It can be a bit overpowering. You get used to it. It's vanilla pods and eucalyptus I think," he grinned.
"And rose petals Sir."
"Get back here!"
I climbed back onto him and his hands found my backside and felt the gap between my legs, squeezing my testicles like to see if they was glass or stones or real solid flesh, watching my face for signs of pain.
"You like that?"
"Y ye ssSir I ylike it ... s Sir."
The pain was amazing, like he was squeezing the juice out of a lemon, and I was the lemon!
He smiled.
"That's it. Feel that? That's it. Feel that? Yesssir ... g oo d ..."
When he let go it was like being hit by a wave of lust like I wanted him to fuck me so much all I could do was stop myself from forcing myself down onto him.
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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 113