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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 23
So we stayed like that for a bit. Then he said, "Ok?" He was looking at me and looking at me and whenever I looked he was looking at me so I felt like I sort of couldn't look at him, but then I did cause I wanted to and I could feel his eyes on me, looking at me when I was looking at him. Looking at his chest or some other bit.
"Yes," I said.
"You ok? You like being told what to do, don'cha?" he said.
"Do I?" I hadn't thought about it before.
"I think so. Don't you?"
"Yes, ..." My cock was suddenly stiff.
"So get me some tea then." He laughed.
"Oh yeah," I said and scrambled up, aware, kind of, that he would be looking at my arse.
His hand stroked my thigh and all the way down my leg as I moved away. "You look better without clothes. That's poofy clothes you put on makes you look ... I mean underneath you got a good body and ... I like looking at you," he said. "You should stand up straight."
I turned to see what his face looked like, cause I didn't get what did he mean? I was standing up!
"I only want to be kind to you," he said. "You should constantly be thinking about your body and thinking about, How can I be more better, more attractive to other guys yeah? And so on. That's how you get what you want. You get it? And you know what you want right? You gotta have muscles. You gotta have strength."
"You said I was cute."
"Yeah I know but it needs work. Look after your body and don't think, 'Oh I can do this or I can do that.' You can't. You gotta be cute for all the guys who wanna fuck you yeah?"
"All the guys?"
"Yeah. Course. Loads. Once you want to there'll be loads. It's inevitable yeah? The guys you meet. They already want you..Even if you don't know it. Like John. He's so horney for you, it makes me weep!"
"Who?"
"Yeah! You just haven't seen it yet. The way guys look at you. I have. You're like they're invisible but when you want you'll be out there and they'll be like oh my god and they'll be lining up."
I smiled at the crazy thought.
"Yeah? Cause they'll all want you, to fuck you and they'll be lining up. Trust me. But they don't know. But look don't let it go yeah? Work out. Dress sensibly - not like you dress which is stupid. Your outfit leaves nothing to the imagination."
"Oh good cause I wouldn't want you to strain it - your imagination I mean," I said, trying to be clever.
He continued, "Sports clothing always looks cool. And like you've been running or something. You want to be sub yeah?"
"Yeah ... I guess."
"You guess, yeah, well guys can't resist athletic guys. They want guys who look fit and it's gonna be better for you. Skinny and fit. You should do something athletic and look the part. That's how you should behave yeah? And I want you fit yeah? Something fit when I fuck. That's what I want. Exercise!" He smiled.
I wondered what I should be doing; I didn't like exercise.
"I like looking at you!" I said, steering the subject to something I found more comfortable; his softly muscled - I mean great strength but not sharp, bulging but not, you know, super defined - and his yellowy brown skin and his black hair in patches, his armpits were all hairy and his pubes were sort of long and soft, and on his head his hair was smooth and glossy and curled a little bit at the ends. "Do you exercise?"
"Yeah. Course." He reclined in the bed, with a grin, so that his legs were ajar and his big junk lay across his thigh like a big brown sausage with two big brown eggs, silky soft stuff; and I knew he could use his cock like a steel machinery jabbing piston shooting Japs. He stroked it absent mindedly but like he was thinking about it and me, together. "Go on then! Get the tea!"
*** He hadn't moved when I got back, two mugs in my hands. "Give one to me," he said, "put the other one here," he indicated a spot. "What took you so long?"
"I went to the toilet."
"Oh. Are you clean?"
"Yes."
"Show me." I hesitated. "Show me!"
So I turned round and parted my cheeks so he could see that I was properly wiped and, you know, clean inside. He leaned forward to give it a proper look.
"Ok. You're good. How does it feel? Good?"
"Yeah."
"Feels good to be well fucked doesn't it?"
"Yeah."
"How does it feel? Sore?"
"Yeah."
"That's good. I said you'd be sore didn't I?"
"Yeah."
"But you'd like it, didn't I?"
"Yeah."
"You should thank me," he said, "for breaking your cherry wide open."
"Thank you," I said, sheepishly.
"Yeah," he said. "My pleasure."
"It hurt just now," I said.
"Yeah?"
"When I took a shit."
"Yeah well it will for a while. Just keep it clean won't you?"
"Yeah," I said, "I will. So that it is always good for you."
"Yeah. And right. But also so it doesn't become infected. All those little torns where I have hurt it."
"Oh. Yeah. Well. Course. That as well." It hadn't occured to me.
"Good man." I was about to lie down. "No. Stand. There." I didn't know what he meant. "Just stand there ok?" He took a sip. "Here take a sip." The other guys sometimes did that, made me drink from their cans, like I wasn't allowed one of my own. Not always. Sometimes they did. But now it was like he was only letting me, not letting me drink my own tea when I'd made it! And if made him one but he had both now and only let me sip a little bit, like he was doing it for a favour, like he was being kind to me. I liked that. I stood by the bed. I realised how thirsty I was. "Take another drink. You like that?"
"Yes."
"Thirsty aren't ya?"
"Yes."
"You lost a lots of fluids." He laughed. "Me too."
He took another sip then handed it to me, "Finish it off," and picked up the other mug and started to drink that. "I'm enjoying this," he said. "You enjoying this?"
"Yes I am," I said.
"Yeah. I can see that." I was now fully erect again. And I wasn't sure why. My cock kept moving, like it was connected to my heartbeat. His lay like a sausage access his thigh. It was always huge and he might stroke it like almost unaware he was doing it, tucking his fingers beneath his ballsack to readjust it and just to touch it and, I mean, I was always aware of him, touching himself like that, cause he could do it without thinking, but I couldn't watching him without noticing it everytime and I was, like, constantly aware, and I was constantly thinking. Constantly aware and wondering if it was getting harder, or going away. "Ok. That's good." He emptied his mug and lay down with his hands behind his head, legs apart but crossed at the ankles.
"Do you always get what you want?" "I don't know." "So are we going to get some breakfast then?"
"I," I suddenly realised what he meant.
"Why don't you make us some breakfast? Come on then."
I ran to the kitchen and found some stuff we could eat, and made more tea - all the time I was hard as anything that was awkward cause it kept like being there and kind of I was careful of hitting it but also proud that I was so turned on and so alive and anyway I found it difficult to stop thinking about his big cock as well. Frying sausages. You know. When I laid it all out on the table I then I went back to the bedroom to tell him. He was fast asleep, I thought, but opened his eyes as though he had just shut them.
"Breakfast's ready," I said gently.
He opened his eyes like he had just remembered something and rolled off the bed and sauntered to the kitchen. We both still hadn't got any clothes on, obviously, so he stood in the doorway, his junk hanging to one side so it wasn't completely, you know, not-hard, and he watched me arrange the plates and slide the sausage and eggs with a flipper. Like I was his maid.
He ate like he was really hungry, complementing me about it cause he said I was a good cook and I was good at being a, you know, cook, frying, or at doing things around the house like how I kept the place clean and tidy.
"You're good to have around," he said. "It's good to be sorted like this."
I sat opposite him and I was eating my food as well, but he liked to take my plate and feed bits of it to me, which he did with a broad grin, til he got bored and left me to feed myself.
"We gotta eat cause we need our strength," he said. But afterwards, there's this period when he was tired and he went back to bed with his full stomach a bit round.
He lay down whilst I cleared up.
When I went through he was dozing. I lay down next to him and put my head on his chest and he held my shoulder. He was asleep mostly but he took my hand and put it on his junk so I could hold it. Like it was a present. He wanted to sleep so I just held it but didn't try to excite him by moving even a centimeter!
After about three quarters of an hour he stretched and turned so he was facing me. He smiled and we kissed. I put my leg over his, you know, inviting his cock to go between my legs and he adjusted it so that it was in my arsecrack and stimulating me there so I started to get excited and my breathing was like desperate cause I wanted it and I closedy legs on it and rubbed myself on it.
But he didn't pursue. I suppose he was tired. I don't know. But I wasn't, and having made him his breakfast and been, like feeding him and looking after him I felt like I belonged to him and I wanted him to make use of me even more. It made me feel proper to be used by him. Like I was in my proper place. It made me hard just to think of myself like that, belonging to him.
"I suppose you must be in great demand as a top. Because you have a big cock," I said.
I was making conversation, I thought, but I couldn't think about anything else to say.
"Yeah but good bottoms aren't that easy to find either cause they might be all over you but they don't understand. Fucking a sub who doesn't know his place is no good. You have to know your place to be a good sub."
"What is his place?" I asked, thinking it was between his legs and sucking him off or just staring at his junk, or feeling it against my cheek and being sort of nestled by his pubes.
Po looked at me at though he were imparting some kind of code, as though looking at me would let him know if I could understand. "A good sub is like a help who does what I want," he said, "who loves to cause when he does serve he is serving my cock. Like when you do stuff for me you're really doing it for my cock aren't you?"
"I don't know. I like making you happy. Whatever I do I like your smile when you are, you know.when you're happy."
"Satisfied. Yeah. Admit it. Now you have had my cock you can't think about anything else can you? Cause you love my cock don't you?"
"I suppose so." I was a bit embarrassed just to admit it openly like that. Was it just his cock?
"Look at you! Look at my cock then."
I looked at his cock. It was beautiful and my body twitched, especially my arsehole, cause I thought of what it feels like to it be inside me.
"Are you wondering when I'll fuck you again?"
"Yes."
"Thinking about what it feels like."
"Yes."
"I know. I know exactly what you are feeling, cause I've seen it before. Cock slaves are like that. They think, 'cock, cock, cock' and that's all."
I laughed. "I am like that!" I said.
"I know you are."
"But you like it."
"Yeah. I like fucking you. Cause you're so tight and you want it badly I can tell from the way you do it. You want it."
"Yeah I do."
"Yeah," he said.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 23