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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 64
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 11 -- Fucked
"So why do you still work here," I said, "if he's got loads'a'money and you don't need it?"
Uribs hands slipped down and patted the top of my bottom and smiled. "I still work here because Jobal's people still need someone reliable on site because the things that go on here in this room you wouldn't believe!" He raised his eyebrows. "So they need someone they can trust to cover, and to clean up, and won't say anything. Plus I help with training. So it's a thing, like they all profit. I don't think you understand. But you will," he said. "A bit more of this," he looked at my face as he patted my backside, "and you'll be good." He looked at me and smiled. "You don't understand do you?"
I didn't understand!
It was nice because as he sat there, and I was standing between his legs, his strong well-muscled legs, he began rubbing my behind over and over. "I bet it's sore is it?"
"Yes. Sir. Thank you Sir. Thank you again."
It still fucking stung.
"That's good. Drop the Sir now. You don't have to worry, so long as you concentrate on what I'm telling you. You've got great potential. You're going to get fit. And you're going to get marked. And you're going to get fucked again and again and again and Jobal's going to be so happy! Here, let me look at it."
He turned me round and pulled my shorts down again. Then he was stroking my behind where it was sore. I thought he was going to spank me some more and I was frightened, but he didn't. "OK. That's it. Don't start crying! Be a man."
And I thought, 'yes I am!' And it made me proud to be a man who gets fucked, who can take it and makes Jobal proud. And I kept thinking of what Urib said, and it made me emotional ... like I could be like him ... Like it could happen!
But Urib could not read the thoughts flooding though my head. "You've got a great looking bottom," he smiled, "I can see why Po likes fucking that. Is your hole tight? Bet it is. Is it? Lucky faggot; all the stiff cocks that are going to fuck you, believe me; you're so well off. You're so lucky. You concentrate and do everything right, OK, everything I tell you. Keep wood and be good," he chuckled. "See, if you're good Po will fuck you won't he? Doesn't he fuck you if you're good?"
"... I suppose so ..."
"You suppose so? Cheeky. Well, doesn't he fuck you?" His hands were drawing circles on my backside.
"He fucks me when he wants to. Doesn't matter what I've been, good or not, does it?"
"Ok. Reasonable answer. But he DOES fuck you." He adjusted his leg, like something in his pants was hurting him. "Doesn't he?" - and he just sort of cupped himself to adjust it. "Answer the question, Jason."
"Yes. He does. All the time!"
"So you ARE lucky!"
"Yes I am lucky," I admitted.
He didn't say anything.
I looked at him.
"What is it then? What's getting you now?" he asked.
"Ar-are YOU going to fuck me?" I said.
*** "Am I going to fuck you?" Urib laughed, shaking his head as though that would help stop the amusement. "Let me show you something ..." He stood up, pushed me away and quickly lowered his sweatshorts over a pair of unbranded clean white cotton speedos which bunched between his legs underneath a big bulge. He lowered these as well, stretching them over his thick legs and his round and prominent behind. But when he pulled them down at the front, revealing a hairless area, I saw what I didn't expect: it was this rounded shiny object shaped like a silvery spaceship, curved around his penis and balls, encasing them or sort of holding them in a way like a jewel case or a little small box you'd keep a little small pet in (like a hamster, or a gerbil). And it sort of swung a bit where it was attached like it was heavy or something, and it had these small holes, like to let air in ... To breathe? Yeah. I know. I mean, I stared at it and I didn't know what it was. Plus his cock must'a been much smaller than I imagined it for it to be inside there cause there was no room for it to hang down or anything cause it was, like it was completely trapped.
Urib smiled and stroked the silvery ridge running down the top of it and lifted it slightly and let it go, so it dropped and was obviously heavy. "Haha, you should see your face!"
Obviously my first thought was, What if he gets a hardon? "Wh-at is that?" I asked.
Urib smirked. "It's so I can't ... It's called a chastity box and it's locked. It's like a locked box and my junk is locked inside it so I can't ..."
"What?"
"Yeah. Permanently. It's so I can't cum ... and I can't fuck. Obviously!" He laughed.
"What if it gets hard?"
"OK like I was about to say, if it gets hard it hurts like fuck so ... it ..."
"What then?"
"... hurts like fuck."
"So ... isn't that ... like ... painful ?"
"Yeah if it gets hard. So ... Yeah ..." He grinned. "It doesn't get hard, or not very often, and if it does, well it hurts so, that's that, so it tends to go down again, except if I think about it a lot like if I'm showing off to someone or if they ask about it or ... like if I'm super excited and can't control it but generally: I CAN control it so I'm ok yeah? Eventually you forget what it's like to cum. You'll be sexually excited but you won't be physically excited. You'll be constantly sexually excited constantly but you won't be physically excited, ever." He gripped the box and gave it a pull, like to adjust it. "The gym helps with that. Constant gym work trains you plus it takes your mind off it. It puts you in a mental state where you're constantly sexually aroused, sort of, like, cause you are so fit and your body is so hard and fit and balanced that you are like this state of constantly turned on and excited, and you want cock and you want to be fucked or whatever it is but, but you can't get hard ... ... How do you feel about that?"
"I feel ... ok?" I said. I mean it wasn't my stuff in a box was it!
"Yeah? You do? You feel ok do you?"
"Yes," I said, "I feel ok about it I think ... because if it feels right for you ..."
"Good. That's good."
"But why did you ... get it?"
"That's someone else's decision. It's because I basically couldn't control it. Now I'm much better. But I'm used to it. But I still have it cause he wants it and -"
"Christopher? He doesn't trust you?"
"Oh he trusts me all right. He just likes it. Likes to think that I'm in pain if I'm ever enjoying something. Like just now."
So he was hard. I knew it!
"But can't you take it off? Like, if you want to?"
"Depends what you mean by permanent! And what does permanent mean? Of course not! It's locked on here," he indicated something behind the balls where I couldn't see it, "here and it's permanent but he has the key so he takes it off quite a lot for healthiness reasons and ..."
"So when did you last see your willie?" I laughed.
He smiled like, 'don't try to be funny'.
"It's like I said, it has to be kept clean so it has to be washed and always shaved, like the balls - because it needs to be kept clean doesn't it? So that's probably no less than once a fortnight. Probably more because if he, if that's what he wants ..."
"Cause, what?"
"Look it's none of your business what he does to me but basically - and this is actually good advice so listen OK - he likes so see me naked around the house."
No surprise there. If Urib was mine I'd want to see his naked body like ALL the time!
"And also he, he likes to see me with an erection almost as often, especially if it's one I can't do nothing about so he takes it off just for ... you know ... his own enjoyment."
"His own enjoyment ..."
"His own enjoyment, yes! OK? Whatever."
Urib touched his box briefly as though it had become a bit uncomfortable again - but it had turned me on as well to think of this hunk being used and turned on but locked, and then unlocked and watched and enjoyed by his owning man ...
I mean, doesn't it turn you on?
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 64