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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 63
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART TEN -- Money
"Be good, and keep wood," said Urib.
I was staring at him like he was this guru in the body of a god. His eyes were so friendly and nice, I couldn't imagine him taking all the humiliating stuff he had. "You'll help me?" I said,
"Yes absolutely!" He smiled. "That's what we're here for! You know that! I mean, Hunter Street gave me this taste for what men's cocks really felt like, and that was thanks to Jobal - see he helped me! And by the time I'd had it in my throat and up my arse you know, so many times, like, I'd know if I DIDN'T like it!" He smiled, "And I never looked back. I never regretted anything."
"But you did like it."
"Yeah!" He laughed. "And when I saw Mila again, she spat at me! and said I was a fag and I said, Yes! Yes I was! I was a fag! I came back to the house and she said I was not a real man ... and ... everything and everything ... and then Jobal suggested, you know, everything, so now she was going to go with Jobal from now on; I mean, it was sensible! I mean, we both agreed. I mean what was she supposed to do? It made sense. It made sense for her - though in actual fact she's just as bad because she has Jobal getting men pay to do her and she lets him. Because, when Jobal told Mila she wanted it, well she wanted it! And Jobal just loves money!"
Urib laughed, kind of bitterly.
"I mean I don't mind. She's much happier now she's his bitch cock servant; well, I am too, happier. Because some might say, what do you get out of it? And I say, What? apart from cock?"
We both laughed at that.
"Well OK, for a start that was all quite a while ago. A couple of years even, maybe. Because I wasn't qualified as a fully as a PT, and now I am and I've got this job. Mainly thanks to Jobal putting in a good word for me mainly I think, but even so. Here I am! And all that time Jobal's been protecting me - like he's protecting you and Po, hence the marks so that people know when they want to fuck with me they know whom they are fucking with, yeah?"
I wondered if that was all Urib had to say. He was looking at his hands like they were a book, and his story was all written out, like it was waiting there for him to read it. When his fingers curled up into two fists they seemed to grip on something I couldn't see, like he was wringing a towel or something. I couldn't quite tell the emotion. He wasn't happy or sad about anything, he just seemed ... It was like he was hearing his story for the first time and was a bit confused about what it meant, same as I am.
"It all worked out then ..." I said, wondering if we could move on.
"Yeah sort of."
"Yeah. I mean ... So ..." I paused awkwardly. "So when DID you get this mark?"
Urib looked confused.
"The mark on your stomach? The scar, the brand, whatever ..."
"Oh! Oh that. That's another story," said Urib with a sigh, "because basically that's ... what people do."
"What people?"
"His people. His people. That's their thing. They ... they mark their property, don't they? I mean it's natural isn't it?"
"Natural?" I said.
"Yeah of course it is. Look: me, Mila, you, all the rest ... property gets marked because it's property. If it wasn't then who would you ... I mean, would you just guess?"
"I don't know ..."
"It's proof! Isn't it?"
"I suppose so."
"You still don't understand," he smiled.
"No, I don't," I said.
"You will," he said, and patted my shoulder. "You'll realise it's for the best." He smiled, and laughed. "You're so sweet!"
I blushed.
"So innocent."
"I don't feel very innocent," I said.
"Yeah but you are. You're getting into this, because you know what you are, but you don't really understand it yet do you? But you will. One day. You'll wake up and realise it's all been for the best. You'll have an owner, just like me - might be Po, might not - and you'll see it's all been for the best - because you'll feel happy, and you'll feel safe, and all the men's cocks ...! You'll be in heaven!"
"Will I?"
"Yeah but you'll have to be marked up. You will have to be. It's not a choice. It's a necessity. I'm telling you. Just look at me ..."
"Yeah," I said, "I am!" Cause he was beautiful, wasn't he?!
He laughed and cupped my neck in his hand and squeezed it, like a friend. "I should introduce you to Christopher," he said. "He'll like you a lot!"
"Christopher? I don't know him."
"No, you wouldn't. Anyway. He'd like you. He likes the British."
"Yeah I suppose I am ..." I said uncertainly. I didn't think of myself as British!
"Yeah, like me! OK? He likes the British lads. He's a foreigner but he says there's this British character he really likes as a fuck because a British lad is fit and defiant and energetic but has got this, like we've been bred to be servants. I mean, he sees all men as servants but it's typical for British men especially to service Superior Men, he says. He says that's why British butlers are in demand all over the world! I mean he's right isn't he? I mean, look at me and look at you!"
"Yeah but look at Po," I said, and I thought of my gang, Dean and Jake, and the rest of them, "he's British! And my friends are British and they're not subs. And look at Jobal! He's British - AND Superior Men! So what does that prove?"
"Proves some men are Superior Men!" said Urib conclusively. "And some men born to be servants like us. But all I'm saying is some men - so Christopher says - I'm just repeating what he says! - some British men especially are born to be servants, because all we really want is to be fit and service Superior Men, isn't it? All we really want is to be fit and to be owned, isn't it? Because that's all I really want, isn't it? To be fit and to be owned? OK. OK. Enough. Stop arguing. All I'm saying is he'll like you I think."
"Yeah, but who is he?"
"He's Christopher, my owner, stupid!"
"Well how was I to know?"
"Well I'm telling you!" We laughed. "I thought Jobal was your owner ..." I said.
"Yeah, well Jobal owns everyone. But Christopher was one of the men paid for me up Hunter Street. I mean, I didn't know he was one of the men Jobal had made to pay to fuck me, but I guess he was; so a day or so later Jobal came into the gym and there was the showers; I was just getting dry. And Jobal came in and there was this guy with him and Jobal just said, out of the blue, 'Urib, this man is your owner. He is a Superior Man so respect him.' I mean I was surprised because I didn't even know I needed an owner! And here was this great big hairy overweight man with a look like he would spread me with Marmite(TM) and eat me. So I was confused and I said like what do you mean? And Jobal said that this man, this was Christopher, who had enjoyed fucking me on Hunter Street, took a shine to me, and liked me so much decided he wanted to be my owner, permanently look after me and use me as a sub, he said, and I should go with him and I should respect him and all that - I mean I'd never seen him before, but I didn't examine all the men and it was dark, so, so he and Jobal ha come to an arrangement or something I suppose, so now here it was and I belonged to him and I was to do as he says from now on. OK. And then Jobal sort of shakes hands with Christopher and Christopher looks at me, and I'm in my towel, and he comes for me and he grabs me and, 'All I want you to know,' he says, 'is, I'm not going to let you get away and I'm going to own you completely from now on.' So. Because that's how Jobal and he had arranged it."
"Fuck. That's ... Po's a bit like that," I said, "you know: possessive."
"Yeah. I know. But, No, he's not like Po. My owner's rich. Great big BMW. I should know, I clean it! But he's huge as well and he's got a very thick cock. Thick and pointed ..."
I couldn't believe Urib was telling me all this but some sort of flood-gate seemed to have opened.
".. and he likes to just sit or lie and me fuck myself on it; he like to watch me do it. Like when I moan he likes that. He likes when I really drive it in deep and it hurts my inside. He likes that. He likes it cause it means I'm well fucked. He likes to watch me do it and he can stare at me fucking myself on top of him. He likes that..And he says things like, 'You're pretty you know that? Do you like being pretty? Do you like being fucked? Not much point being pretty if you don't like being fucked is there?' He says things like that. And I just say, 'No Sir. No Sir I like being fucked!' I always sleep between his legs, so I can always feel it. He knows I need that. I mean, I don't know what I lived for before I came out and got my owner. It's a mystery to me because NOW I live for my owners cock and I'm always hungry, but it just seems so natural he's my owner, but sometimes I just can't believe it!"
By now Urib had sat down and he was on this stool with his legs apart and he was holding me by my waist, like he was just holding me, sliding his hands up and down my waist like I was a cushion or something, and I could feel this hard thing in his groin. I thought he was going to kiss me.
"... And Jobal was happy because, you know ... money ..."
"Because he got paid?" I said.
"Oh yes. Jobal always gets paid."
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 63