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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 66
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 13 -- Ball ache
"It's a lot to take in," I said, conscious that my hardon had dropped finally.
We must'a looked funny just standing there the two of us with our shorts down our knees and our pricks out - well my prick out a bit cause it was semi and his prick in this shiny box like a tiny pair of superhero underpants!
"But ... So you did like him though didn't you?" I meant, his out-of-shape owner, Christopher!
"Not then!" Uribs eyes visibly watered! "I thought he was disgusting!" I laughed, despite myself! So did Urib. He is! He's fat, gross, hairy ... eugh... horrible - but I like belonging to him! He fucks me - a lot! - and and always keeps me busy for him, you know, I'm and, I'm his servant, cook, all sorts of stuff, I clean; I'm always around the house and I'm naked, except for this when it's on, because that's how he likes me, to keep me naked showing off and when I'm not working I sleep and I always sleep with him and he's always got his eye on me and ... watching. I mean ... yeah."
"Sounds strange."
"Yeah." He touched his box. "But I'm always, like, I feel this ... seen, like I'm being, he's looking at me, and being watched? And there isn't anything like it, like, better than to be seen. I mean for all this, you know, my body, and I'm constantly working out and him wanting me for that, OK he sees that; but also, for my true self - the person you don't even know you are? I mean, he truly SEES the man I am beneath," he indicated his amazing body, "all this, and wanting it ... to own it, you know, all of me, for himself?"
"Didn't Mila see you? Didn't Jobal see you?"
"Yes they did. Sort of. But he sees into and through and out again the other side. He sees everything. He knows what I need. Even Jobal couldn't see that deeply. He knew I needed to be owned. But Christopher knows what that means," he said, mystically.
"But when Po fucked you, I mean you could have had him instead!"
"No no no, you don't understand. Anyway, that was afterwards. And in any case ... Po ... he ..."
"What?"
"He ... couldn't ..."
"Couldn't what?" I laughed.
"Look I'll tell you something about Po, later, but the thing is, when Po fucked me my owner wanted me to be fucked by everybody. You know, it was part of my training. I'll tell you what though, it was a good fuck!"
"Was it?" I said, sort of jealously.
"Telling me! You know he's got this huge cock and he's got all this energy and he's - you know what he's like. I mean I saw Jobal with Mila; that's how a man fucks. And that's how Po fucks - he fucks like a man fucks and I mean, well I just could never do that. Well you know how he fucks; he fucks like his brother fucks: no prisoners; no mercy. So yes it was a good fuck. I felt properly drilled!"
"Yeah I know," I said. "He just ... fucks." I was starting to get horney for my beloved Po once again and I wondered how much longer this was going to go on; all Urib's teachings were nothing compared to the masterclass I'd get from Po!
Urib went on ... "So ... but basically I never got any choice. I keep on telling you this! You don't have a choice! I never even knew when Jobal was arranging everything with Christopher. Jobal just said like, 'Here is your new owner,' and not to worry I could trust him; so I did trust him! I had to. What could I say? But when I saw him, Christopher, and he was this massive, hairy, ugly, you know, gross; I mean I was a bit ... like, Why me? Why does it have to be with someone like that? But ... but then ..." Urib looked at his hands like he always did when he was thinking.
"What? But then, what?" His style could be pretty annoying!
"Well ... he ... broke me, didn't he?" he said calmly. "He broke me and now I ... I ... It's enough. He broke me. I mean I did resist but he wouldn't let that stop him and he just did what he wanted to do with me and when I didn't behave properly he, you know ... he punished me and he punished me and he punished and eventually I ... I ... eventually I broke. I mean I could feel it happen. So yeah. It was enough."
"Did he do that?" I asked, pointing at his stomach, the mass of overlapping scars. "Did he do that?"
"Yes sort of. Well Akim. Cause he had to make his mark. Well Akim did it for him. But there was a mix up because Akim, who does all that, he thought it was Jobal's mark," Urib traced it with his finger so I could see, "so he put that then they said no it was my new owner's," and Urib traced that, "so he had to redo it sort of. I mean it's a mess."
It certainly was a mess. The letters looked all jumbled and where the scars crossed they were sort of knotted and it built up.
I winced. "And did he do that?"
"I just said!"
"No. I mean that," and I pointed at his nose.
"Oh that. Yeah. He did that as well. It's all part of it."
So Urib has this like a crooked nose (which I should'a mentioned, sorry) like he had broken it or something, but it looked fine, I mean it looked cool, boxer guy, cause it was masculine and he was this cool guy who was totally good looking and thing, and looked like he could win in a fight, but who was, you know he was wearing a chastity lock thing round his junk what he couldn't get hard in and he was regularly fucked up the arsehole by this big fat hairy cunt owner and he was fine with it!? I mean, he ... I think he lived his life and he felt so fulfilled and I wondered if I could live like that? I mean, happy? Cause it looked ideal from where I was standing, like to be so used and contented!
"He punched it," said Urib. "Don't look shocked. He was ... proving a point."
"Well, I think it looks totally cool!" I said, ignoring the cause, "cause you're totally good looking, whatever else you are! You're a dude!"
"OK. Thanks," he said. He blinked. "It's the blood," he grinned - a beautiful smile that lit his face up like a flower had bloomed right in the middle of it - "I've got good blood. That's another thing they told me. And like, my eyes are my father's and ..." He grinned. "I inherited a lot, but now I'm owned, and because Jobal took it and turned it into something he could ... You'll understand, eventually," he said, "because you are basically, you are the same! And you'll get used by a lot of men. And you'll be so grateful for all the attention you are going to be getting from all different sorts of blokes. And believe me you are going to get so used by so-oo many men! So all's good!"
I mean, what was I supposed to say?
"And this, I mean this box, only adds, cause it's really cool, like, it's a thing and it's cool cause it's so hot! Like it's the sexiest thing ... but" I was getting embarrassed again.
"But what?"
"yeah, but, well, but what does it feel like?"
"What does what feel like?"
"To be in chastity all the time?" I said, "Like that?"
Urib grinned. "I. Absolutely. Love it," he said.
"But what about if ... I mean, like and you don't never cum ... ever?"
"Yeah. No. Never."
"And what does that feel like?"
He assured his position slightly. "Look, when did you last cum?"
I thought for a bit, "I don't remember!"
"And your balls ache I bet."
They did ache! They did ache. I realised now that my balls did ache - cause I'd been basically with a hard on now for ages.
"So just imagine how that feels when you never, like NEVER cum! I can't even remember once when my balls didn't ache!"
He smiled like that was a good thing ... and I could see what it meant. Cause that ball ache I felt not cuming when Po fucked me, or when I wanted him so badly cause he wasn't there, or when he wasn't touching me for whatever reason ... that ball ache I felt not cuming cause I wanted him and I was waiting for him, or he was using me and I wanted to be used over and over again, or if he just wanted me to be erect and I wanted to be whatever he wanted ... Or just that ball ache when I'd been out with the gang and I'd been sucking them off and they'd been like they are, you know, trashing me ... That ball ache! Or that ball ache just now when I was kissing Urib and thinking about his box and he was stroking it ... Yeah, my balls ached and I knew what Urib meant like that being all the time and I and I could see how that would be such an incredible way to live!
Yeah!
That would be an incredible way to live!
To be owned and to be boxed and to just serve ...
*** Urib was watching me take it all in, thinking about it and just sort of trying to get my brain round all the ideas he was planting in my head. The look on my face must'a been a picture, cause it was all new to me and I never thought about it, none of it, like not like that, ever!
It was a new world, like a dream ...
"So are you going to remember this one thing," he said after I'd stopped just sort of hyper-thinking everything, "You OK? Are you OK? LOOK AT ME! Look all you need to remember is just one thing, that you need to be submissive, polite, and hard working? You got that? One thing."
"Yes Sir," I said - thinking, but that was three things, haha!
"OK then. Now sort out your clothes properly."
So I pulled my shorts back on over my semi and my sore backside and straightened my t-shirt. And at the same time he stood up and pulled his smalls and shorts back up, got his shirt and pulled it on over his rippled torso, feeding his thick arms into the holes then patting his tummy like to check it was still flat! Then he placed his hands neatly behind his back and positioned his feet in their trainers deliberately in a certain position apart like he was adjusting the arrangement of something, like a bunch of flowers or something.
He smiled. "OK. Any other questions? Because we have got to crack on!"
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 66