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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 71
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 18 -- Blonde and Dhak
His voice was much deeper than you'd think to look at him, nearly like he could voiceover at a cinema!
I naturally looked down. Not that I was ashamed but cause it seemed fair to show like that I wasn't trying to confront him but I knew he was talking to me and I was obedient like I knew I should be before a Superior Man. I reckoned he certainly was a Superior Man! "Er yes Sir it is my first time here. I am a bit lost ..."
I mean he wasn't that much older than me but I said Sir cause, well what I mean is I haven't any idea why I said Sir, it just seemed natural suddenly. I suppose I knew automatically he was a Superior Man wasn't he? I mean that was obvious!
He grinned and pushed his head back against the locker to stretch his neck like.
"Well I've found you now."
I didn't know what to say to that.
"What are you waiting for then?"
I didn't know what to say to that either, so I didn't say anything.
"You're waiting to sniff my kit."
Like it wasn't a question. "Yes Sir I am," I said, like I couldn't help it.
"Better give one to him; he's gagging for it!"
So Dark held Blonde's sock out to me like it was a piece of toast and gave it a little shake, like he was tempting a boa constrictor with a mouse, like for me to take it. He didn't say anything (and I never heard him say anything, except like 'Sir' to mean, like, 'Yes Sir', for evwrything!) So I stepped forward and was about to took the sock - it was ribbed and had specially thick woven heels and toes that looked really comfy, and it was inside out.
"Use your teeth!" Blonde ordered. So I just sort of sniffed it and took it in my teeth so that I could really taste it and inhale it, you know, just to see, if it did, you know, smell of anything. I mean, just automatically, I mean, I just did as I was told and it even went through my head I wonder what his trainers must actually smell like, cause the sock was sweaty wet and really warm in my mouth and on my lips, like it left a residue or something, and the fumes from it went up my nose and into the back of my throat where they tasted of hot cheese mixed with talc and hormones. They smelt of feet, obviously - but it was a rich smell like he'd been running in it and not washed for ages. I could see where his heel had been and his toes as well. (He had strong arches and each toe gripped the floor separately.)
"Stand up. Breath in. Breath out. Like that?"
"Ngyss Ssr ..." I muffled through the sock.
"Ok. Now hold it over your face, right over," I did so, "and breathe in," he said - and he was still not looking directly at me. I did as he said. "So you like my smell, yeah?"
"Yes," I said, surprising myself that I even spoke, even admitting it like that without even thinking or anything.
"Yeah. That's my smell," he said. "It's natural to like it."
I sort of felt trapped with this sock, like it was a mask I couldn't take off, so when Dark held out his hand I honestly didn't want to give it back, but I did - like I could keep it! He rolled it up and put it inside one of Blonde's trainers.
"It's only natural," Blonde grinned, "cos it's the smell of a real man, isn't it? Do you like what men smell like?"
"Yes," I said, automatically
"You like to sniff men's dirty clothes don't you?"
"Yes," I said. I didn't seem to be able to deny anything. In all honesty he was so stinking after his exercises I could smell him from where I was standing, and Dhak as well.
He raised his arms so that Dark could pull his top up and off, revealing a shapely chest, ripped side diagonals, with a fine carpet of hair over pecs that rose and fell with his arms, and large red nipples. I had to stare! His stomach and pits were running with sweat - like his whole skin was shiny with wet - so his hair stuck in wet dark curls to his skin. And I thought, wouldn't it be great to be inside that body and to feel like you look like that, like a wild animal with all the strength of a lion!
And he was all like, 'yeah, take a look!'
His hands fell into his crotch and his thick wrists just covered his bulge and he sort of gestured with one hand to Dhak, "Give it to him then." He smiled. Dhak handed the dirty t-shirt to me and I took it and held it to my nose, like a hankie sort of.
"Go on, take a deep breath."
I held the moist cloth over my face, inhaled, and the beautiful foul stench filled my lungs ...
"Don't worry. It's natural to like it. You'd like to sniff my body as well ..."
"Yeah ..." I nodded, through the shirt, staring at him over the top of it.
"... stick your nose in my smelly arsecrack ..." - he smiled as if he was being a bit extreme but he knew he wasn't exaggerating - "... while it still smells ripe." He raised an arm and pointed at the hot cavernous armpit. "Would you like to put your face in that?"
I nodded even though I was still feasting on his hot t-shirt!
Dhak had assumed position two and was quiet, just staring straight ahead whilst Blonde talked. And I was just standing - though I'd gradually moved closer to the two men whilst we'd been talking and like reaching out for his socks and taking a step and like then the same thing when he wanted it back and now with the shirt in my face and ... I'd have to give that back and then I was wondering if he really would let me stuff my face in his arse and lick him up ... even suck his cock which I still hadn't seen yet even though it was big, I could tell ...
"Who do you belong to then?" asked Blonde. "Hey? Do you belong to anyone or you just floating about like a feather?"
They smiled.
"Do you know Po?" I asked, finding my voice just spoke like automatically like I was hearing it like it was somebody else.
"Po ..."
"Po Mostafa."
"Oh, Jobal's brother? You belong to Jobal?"
"No, I belong to Po," I said. And I felt proud when I said it, like, yeah, he IS my owner now and I can sort of like boast about it!
"Same thing," he snorted. Dark even laughed, silently. "What you laughing at DHAK?"
(So apparently Dark's name was Dhak! That was a good guess on my part!)
Blonde still hadn't even looked at me directly, like he didn't need to even. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees - thick veins stood out on his forearms - and he sort of rubbed his head through his thick blonde locks. His back was gloss with sweat and curved like roof of a stadium and smooth except for the ridges of muscles which stretched and changed as he moved. He held his face in his hands and breathed deeply and gently, his whole shoulders heaving with each breath. Where his back went into his shorts there was a wet hairy gap where his buttocks were like too big and the waist band was soaked, like at the front as well.
It was like he couldn't see and yet I felt like he was looking straight at me all the time and knew where I was and what I was doing and even how I felt and thought, like he could sense my presence. "Towel." Dhak handed him a fresh towel like he already knew Blonde needed it. Blonde rubbed his head a bit.
He draped the towel over his head like it was a hood, "Show me you marks of ownership then."
Then he looked up and directly at me so the towel fell round his neck.
"I haven't got any yet," I answered truthfully.
He nodded like it all made perfect sense. "But you been with Urib. Ok, I get it, jf you're in Jobal's tribe ... you'll be with Urib and then Akim. Yeah? But go easy. Urib is mad. He gets off on pay and makes tons of cash which Jobal and his whatshisname takes a share. Did you know that?"
"You mean Christopher?"
"Yeah. Him. You met him?"
"I know he owns Urib," I said. "We haven't actually met."
"Ohhh, you haven't 'actually' met haven't you? Actually. Oh well I'm actually sure you will. Actually. He loves your type - sort of loser with no will-power, does exactly what he's said? That's you that is. He likes that. Weedy stupid brainless idiot; like Urib minus the rip. Doesn't he Dhak?"
Dhak nodded. "Yes. Sir."
"They share it between them. Jobal takes most of it. Urib sees none of it, but that doesn't care because he just gets off on being paid for use. He's always earning. It's his thing. He'll have you working Hunter Street no time. Do you want men to pay to fuck you?"
"I ... I ... What about Po?"
"Po's not important."
"But he's my owner."
"No he's not. Jobal owns you. You just haven't noticed it yet. He owns you, he buys you, he sells you, he does what he likes. Po is looking after you, I should think. He doesn't own you any more than I do."
He stretched.
"Jobal owns you. You belong to Jobal. You belong in Hunter Street. You know Hunter Street? He'll have you earning to be fucked down there. I'm surprised he hasn't already had you on your knees in that urinal, cos if there's one thing Jobal likes is money."
"That's what Urib says," I admitted.
"Urib's right. He'll make sure you get down Hunter Street and marked. Do you want to be marked?"
"I think so ..."
"Ok then," he paused, doubtfully. "It's up to you."
Suddenly I was scared - I don't know why. I just was. I had a feeling Blonde was going to do something ... I don't know what, just something ... Or that something terrible was about to happen but I don't know what. Or that I was in trouble or something.
Blonde stared at me for a moment, then he said, "So ... this is what I intend to do ..."
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 71