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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 67
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 14 -- Positions
So I said, "Well, only just one question, stupid question probably, only: is it because of the box is it, cause it's in the way or uncomfortable, that why do you always stand like that?"
"Stand like what?"
"With your hands behind your back and legs sort of apart like that."
"Oh OK. Good question. Good question. Good observation. Short answer: presentation. It's good presentation." He demonstrated, sort of unfolding and repositioning himself like he had before. "It's all about the line. See that. With your hands here, it's easier to flex and look right. Pecs." He flexed his pecs left and then right, like butterflies wings up and down they rose and fell inside his top.
"OK. Easy. Flatten your stomach, easy; shoulders at the correct angle, yes? Back arch, buttocks out, legs straight. See? You automatically look good and your body is in correct balance as it should be. I call it position two, or second position, cause -" he put his hands behind his head "- this is 'first', position one, and it is even more showing off your body for inspection, and it's good because it's extremely vulnerable, OK? Legs apart. Defenceless. Access. But it's a bit too much for ordinary."
I could see what he meant. His chest expanded and his biceps filled and he seemed to tower over everything like a statue. But with his hands there on his head I could imagine someone wanting to, I don't know, touch him or even hurt him and him not even being able to dodge them, you know?
"OK? It's distracting. But it's for access. See how my nipples stand out?"
They did.
"If your owner or whoever wants to make unhindered use of, they can get on with it without your arms getting in the way and also," he put his hands back to second position, "like this, assuming my wrists aren't tied - which is another thing - I can involuntarily use my arms to stop something happening if I lose my nerve. Do you understand what I am saying to you?"
"I think so."
"You think so ... well that's good enough for now. The short answer is: just do as you're fucking told and don't think and don't ask like, why do I have to do that? OK. Next lesson: do as you're fucking told and don't question. EVER! OK?"
I nodded.
"Look I had to learn this so now I'm telling you OK?"
I nodded.
"OK. First position!" Urib said.
I complied.
"Legs apart. He will ALWAYS want access."
It felt vulnerable just like he said, I realised, to be standing with my hands on my head and my backside and front exposed. Now I could understand, cause, but also I felt like, yeah I was standing straight and looking my best for a guy. So that felt good.
"Feet slightly wider apart ... that's it. Better. Remember to always let him have full access to any part of your body OK? Because, remember he will always want that, OK? Yes. Good lesson. Remember to always flatten your stomach to the absolute max at all times - what did I say? What did I say about your six-pack?"
"If you don't have a six-pack you don't exist!" I repeated proudly.
"That's it! If you don't have a six-pack you don't exist! OK, I want you to remember that, but, so, flex at all times. Feel your body and show it off so anyone looking at it can see that they've got something strong and hard and fuckable, something they are going to want to access and make use of. Ok. Second." He waited. "Second position fucksake!"
"Oh. Sorry, Sir," I said, adopting the pose immediately.
"OK. Not bad." He walked around me, adjusting my posture slightly and rubbing his hands over me to establish that I was a flexed as possible. "Not bad, but you need more work. You need a lot more work. You look confused. What's the problem?"
"It's just ... one more question," I said.
"You've got a lot of questions," he smirked. "But that's all right. That's understandable. You're new to this. I'm here to pass on the knowledge. Whats your question?"
"Will I have to be locked in a chastity thing as well?"
"Now you ask? That's totally Po's call. Not for me to speculate. It depends on how much you might need to have your ejaculations controlled."
"And you did ..."
"I did. Yes. Like I said. I needed to be controlled."
"You couldn't control yourself?"
"Can you? It's hard to control yourself. That's why you need to be under control. That's why you might need it. I don't know. I did. That's why."
His hands touched all diffent parts of me, indicating I needed to flex. I was concentrating but My erection was so large and so hard again. He tapped it with the back of his hand where it tented my shorts, and laughed. "Don't flinch!" He tapped it again and I flexed my whole body not to react.
"You like being hard don't you? It's natural you're excited. But it's not everything. What's important is to feel it here," he jabbed a finger at my head, "that's the centre isn't it?" I nodded. "What's important is that you are always ready. Whatever a man wants from you, you are ready." He smiled and tapped my erection yet again. It was agony. "And this means you're ready, doesn't it?"
I smiled. "Yes Sir," I said, tensing my whole body so I wouldn't get even more excited.
He nodded. "O... K... You can control it. Never cum! Unless you have the permission - that's the rule here you have to learn."
I was tensing every muscle in my body by now and it almost went down ...
"OK. So, yeah, it depends because some might like this," he tapped it again, "some might not mind it; some might find it annoying, or it gets in the way or something, or something else. Or some might even find it threatening, you see; so it depends on who's in charge. If it does go in a lock though I'd give you just one piece of friendly or not so friendly advice. Which is: don't fight it; accept it, OK? Cause it's for the best. Be like me, OK? Accept it. Because it's you, isn't it? What ever it is, it's you. And that's who you have to be. OK, so do as you're told and make Po proud. OK. Next lesson. I mean, you'll learn to control it but that might not be enough so you'll get one of these because it helps, in the end, keep things right. OK? Locked and fucked. Locked. And. Fucked. Because if you can control this one thing you'll always be available and usable, cooperative and willing, in the right frame of mind. OK. Next lesson. You want to be popular? Answer: yes you do want to be popular. Correct posture; correct attitude - that's how you do that. Not anything weird, just the proper stuff you're required to do. That way you can be used easily and worked the way a guy wants you to. He might want to fuck you or he might want to hurt you. OK, so next lesson: you want to be popular. That's when men want to use you and you're in demand. OK? You don't want to know what it feels like to get ignored or when a guy sees you and he doesn't want to fuck you? Not nice. So you do want to be popular. That's why you need to be in the right state of mind as well as fit, in good shape and muscular, and well presented, and good posture, flexed, but good attitude; cooperative, responsive, and above all always trying your best to think ahead. Think ahead: what will a guy want? What will he need? How can you facilitate his requirements? Are you doing your best? Because a guy can tell when you aren't even trying, yeah, and that's precisely why it will hurt, because he won't like it and he WILL take it out on you and you WILL suffer. Ok. Next lesson: do you want to be fucked?"
"Yes!"
"Well show it! Make sure you are available and look COMPLETELY FUCKABLE! Always look your best. Always show off how you are ready and good for it and willing to do anything he asks. OK. Next lesson. Because say you aren't FUCKABLE, OK, you are basically worthless aren't you? Because what ARE you good for if you aren't that?"
He stared at me for some time before he spoke next. I think he was angry, or something, or upset, or something. I don't know, cause he was just standing there with me, and he adopted the pose as well, position two, and he just stood there, breathing.
"See? Like this; position two. Am I making any sense at all? I mean, am I getting through?"
"Course you are! I mean yes of course you are making sense. It all makes sense. I'm going to ..."
"And you're fat!" he interrupted me "Look at this!" and he flexed his arms and chest. "Look at that, OK." Like I couldn't look anywhere else! "OK? Look at me. Look at me. Look at my development OK. I've worked at that. It doesn't come naturally. None of it. Now YOU emulate THAT!"
"I will, try," I said.
"You better do better than that. You better do better than just try mate because if they aren't satisfied they will bury you. Alive, mate. They will, I can promise you that. OK. Drop. 50 press-ups. Go on! MOVE!"
I fell to the floor and started to give him the press-ups. Thanks to Po's training I already had the basic fitness to do about 35 no trouble; so the last were a struggle, but I managed.
"OK. Plank. Do you know what that is?"
I did. I adopted the position and held.
"Plus you want to be happy in yourself don't you? And this is the way to be happy in yourself. To be happy: good body, good attitude, good fucking, happy. OK. Up. First position. How your legs feeling, still smart? And backside? Do you want another caning?"
I knew that would fucking hurt, but I still didn't know what answer was the right answer, so I hesitated a split second and that was enough.
"I thought so. OK. Over the bench. Pull down." I hesitated. "QUICK!"
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 67