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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART TWELVE
The rest of the afternoon we wandered about as usual, except that Dean said I had to always be behind and walk last. Well that wasn't so strange when I was all wet and nobody wanted to you know, touch me or accidentally brush up against me and get some of that, you know, Dean's urine on their clothes!
Even so, Jake sighed. He turned and looked at me and groaned again, "Man? Really?" Like how much lower could I sink you know. Even so he had been fucking my face repeatedly but was probably thinking how could he kiss that mouth now?
Dean didn't understand. "Yeah man!" he said, "Weeally!" He mocked Jake's voice. "Cause he's OUR cocksucker now, not just yours, and he has to know ..." He paused and thought. "IT'S our cocksucker now and IT has to know its place, beneath ours." "Oh," said Jake condescendingly, "oh right. So that's where we are. I get it. He's going to be this like sex sub and piss sub and do what we say sub and everything sub." Dean laughed, and everyone else also smiled. "Everything sub," said Luke, playing with his pocket. "IT!" corrected Dean. "Yeah! Why not?" "Hey, no reason. Do what floats, I say." Jake gave up. "Yeah well this floats. We get off and no harm done, but the bitch can't be our sub everything and be our friend as well, can it? Hey?"
I listened to this. It was strange to hear myself spoken about this way. But I felt comfortable with it. I mean, I didn't feel comfortable with it as well, because I didn't know what it meant for me to be this thing they came in all the time and pissed on and ran chores and didn't sit on the bench but always on some little patch of wet urine ... and ... nothing else, but also, I was getting used to it and I was getting comfortable with this status because I was, like it felt right. It felt like, yeah, this feels like what it should feel like to be me.
My clothes were still wet and felt really warm! I could smell Dean all over me. His piss has soaked into everything I had. I could even feel it in my arse crack like sweat stinking up my hole.
And from then on, yeah, if Dean pointed at me and spoke I knew not to look up but just only obey and only respond to anything if it was an order and I could obey. Otherwise, I kept quiet and didn't respond or anything.
Admittedly, only Dean truly seemed to understand his rules. The others still treated me like a human. I mean, John ignored me except when asked if he wanted anything (like if I was going to the shop) and Luke wanted to have a blowjob at least as often as Dean did and he got more into it the more it happened, but Jake carried on as before and Po ... well Po was different, ok. But only Dean truly used me like that. He's the only one who actually liked me to lick his trainers and nuzzle his groin before actually sucking him off. And whereas Jake and Luke took at most a couple of minutes to cum, he tended to luxuriate in it, doing different things and really enjoying humiliating me and doing painful things, as though that was what I deserved, and he called me his fagbitch. Jake never did. Jake sometimes hurt me but not because he thought I needed to be hurt or deserved that humiliation; he did it by mistake or in the passion of the moment, banging my head for instance, and he treated me like I was his cocksucker, but only because I was, his cocksucker, not because I got off on it.
Luke was another matter. He just liked being sucked off. He let me get it out, suck him off, and then put it back. Job done. Satisfied. But I liked that he didn't pretend to be anything other than a straight guy using his sub-mate for jollies.
I had given up on Po who kept his distance and just observed when all this was going on. Like he didn't exactly approve, but he wasn't going to say anything. But when Dean sent me to get snacks from the shop for all of them Po just went along with it and said what he wanted me to get. He even let me kneel at his feet when I got back - like Dean told me to whenever they sat outside because I should remember my place; I got the impression he didn't object to that. He even commented once that I should be on a lead the way I acted like cause I was their fag-bitch and next thing - like next day so he'd actually been to a shop and bought it! - Dean actually produced this dog collar and dog lead which he put on me when we next met up and told me I had to wear it at all times. Which I did.
I mean.
I loved it! I loved my collar and I loved the way they held it when they all turned up and took it in turns to fuck my face. The ones who did. Or when I was kneeling they pulled on the lead for a joke, or to make me follow them, or sit. I really felt like I belonged to them. It was great. They sent me to the shops to buy stuff, food and drink, and I'd go into the shop with this lead and I felt like everyone knew I was this fagbitch (or some emo from last century) and I really liked that. I got my stuff, paid for it, left, and they never said anything they just took the money and looked at me like, 'Always knew you was a pervert,' and, 'Yeah, we take the money, we take anyone's money, even though you are what you are.' And that felt good. Kinda liberating.
And then Dean and Luke did still piss on me when they felt like it, cause I think it turned them on, and I really liked it, which you might find amazing but I think they knew, but it was kinda awkward when I was walking down the street and all wet and they didn't need me near them like that - especially Jake, who didn't like it one bit but he couldn't really say why, so he just said he didn't think it was right, and it was unhygienic. Yeah well it was pretty unhygienic.
Once when we got on a bus I was all wet and they said, you know, don't sit, so I stood there dripping. When they got off the bus there was a puddle that had drained off where I stood! Jake said it was no good and Dean sort of agreed. Luke said it was good to piss on me because it meant I knew my place. John said it was gross. Po didn't say anything. But I liked it. But then they didn't do it so much, cause of the mess more than anything.
*** So next thing what happened was, you know, on a completely another day entirely but later, and I was kneeling on the ground by a park bench, by Po's feet. I had given Dean and Luke and Jake their blowjobs and I was licking my lips, swallowing, and just kneeling there while they talked and my hands were on the ground and Po just nudged me with his trainer. That was it, almost like it was subconscious or a mistake. I thought he wanted me to lick it so I did, I just bent down and kissed it and gave it a lick for the taste; it was the first time I'd done that and I don't know but it felt really good to do it, especially since he didn't ask but just sort of indicated that he wanted me to do it. But immediately he knocked his toe in my face and moved it away. Like, Hey, Stop it. So he didn't want it?
Everyone laughed and I looked up at Po just sort of spontaneously and of course I was looking straight at his crotch. He'd never got it out for me but now I could see it and it was huge and standing up. He was wearing these loose sweat shorts (purple, and orange stripes round the leg - Lakers - and a number 10 sewn on the side) so his prick was kind of disguised by the folds, plus the way he just let it stand there without drawing attention to it - but I thought he want me to see. And I thought, 'He's not going to be able to go anywhere with it sticking out like that. Everyone will know!' It's like he was trapped. But he didn't seem bothered. He just sat there with it and laughed when someone said some joke. He held my lead, kind of idly not for any reason and just wound it round his hand and then released it. So I was constantly being reminded of his presence even though he completely ignored me. I was sitting on my heels with my hands in the dirt and it was sticky cause I hadn't licked all the cum off completely. No one took any notice of me so I let my arm touch his knee ever so lightly, like his foot had touched me, and leaned so that I was slightly leaning against it and I felt him just sort of jigging his knee up and down so that my shoulder was rubbing his knee, which was shining, I mean the skin, and he gradually tightened the lead - as though he wasn't thinking - and sort of gradually reined me in nearer so I had to shift my posture slightly and I was really pressing into his knee, which was exposed and gorgeous brown coloured. The kneecap was visible and shining as well. I could see it.
I had the strong urge to kiss and then lick down his bare leg and down and lick his foot again, but the lead was too tight. Like he was holding it short so I couldn't do anything. Like I was this dog really what had to be controlled. Like I might run off and sniff round a tree or even lick my own arsehole!
Eventually the guys started to talk about going home and they were splitting off to go their ways. Luke came over to me and, without looking at Po, said, "Hey bitch," and he leaned forward, grabbing my chin so that Po had to release me a bit. "Open your mouth," and he gathered a gob in his mouth and let it drop onto my tongue and I swallowed it. "What do you say?" "Thank you Sir." "Thank you for what?" "Thank you for gobbing in my mouth Sir." "Don't mention it!" said Luke with a grin. Then he turned to the others, who had seen this, and said, "Such a bitch ..." and laughed. "Eww, fucksake," said Jake with disgust. "D'you have to do that?" "Bitch likes it," said Luke. "See?" and he gathered another gob which he also dropped into my mouth, bigger than the first and more disgusting quite honestly but I just swallowed it and thought it's better to just swallow it. And it tasted of gob but I thought, 'Yeah that's something else I can do; I can swallow gob!'
I think Dean wished he'd thought of it first. "You like that?" said Dean. "Yes Sir," I said. "That's disgusting," and everyone agreed, except Luke who still reckoned he was doing me a favour.
Po's leg was still vibrating against me and Po was watching everything that went on. I knew he was watching me. He didn't say anything. Luke grabbed my chin again like he was about to gob yet again, but he just grinned and said, "Yeah. The fagbitch likes it." Everyone was kind of disgusted. Luke let go of my head and Po reined me back in against his leg. He spread his legs a bit to make it comfortable and let his other hand rest on his thigh so that it was slightly hidden - I mean his penis.
I kept stealing a glance and he was like beckoning me to put my face tight up to it but held my lead so I just couldn't move. His fingers gently rubbed the ridge, the underside where it branched up inside his shorts. It was so vivid I could smell the cum building up in his balls. Then I caught sight of his eyes; he was looking at me directly as if to say, "You know you want it."
And there was this broad orange striped band running round the leg of his shorts, and the number 10 in raised letters, and I thought I could feel it, rubbing my arm. And I wanted to speak. But I couldn't speak.
Luke walked off with a laugh and Dean looked at me as though I really was even more disgusting than he had thought I was. John was the only one who looked like he wasn't interested. He clearly wanted to play football more than have anything to do with me.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART TWELVE