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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 81
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 28 - eating
You know what happened when he touched me. Where it was sore and he touched me it was like he was stroking my sore with a feather, the tip of his finger a light stroke of nothing.
"I like you." He said that, stroking each sore line like it was a weave in a piece of silk.
"I just like holding you and fucking you," he said. "You make me proud of my cock. I love it," he said. "I don't want to lose you."
"But you hurt me, Sir, and you are always angry Sir ..."
"You hurt, but I love it. It's the same thing. Isn't it? Because we both want it. Like your pussy is sore now because I fucked it. You want it and I want it. Don't you understand that?"
It didn't make any sense, except it made me feel stupid. "Yes it is, Sir," I said. "Yes Sir it is the same thing, Sir."
"Did you like it when I pissed my trousers for you? I let you drink it didn't I? I'd been planning that all day! It was good wasn't it? Did you drink it all up? I think I'm so proud of you. You're doing all this. I should be proud of you. You're begging me to hurt you and begging me to squirt all my cum into you over and over and I'm so proud I have made you like this. You are this broken thing I'm so proud of, breaking like a real ... I want to do more. I want to destroy you and use you and keep you sore and never heal. Would you like that? Would you? You would wouldn't you?"
He squeezed my shoulders and touched my nose with his nose. Then he opened my legs and put his cock between my legs and then closed them on it so it was between my legs and pulsating just beneath my balls and near to my hole like that fat thing.
I was practically purring, feeling him owning me like that, smoothing the hurt and then wanting to hurt me all over again. I don't know what it was.
"Sir ..." I moaned.
He smiled and we kissed, "I love that you do that, call me Sir and like respect me like that as your owner and the man who broke you. It's so cute! And I took you to be fixed, didn't I? It was my idea! I said to Jobal, 'Can I use Urib?' And I did, and now you're fixed! I mean, broken but fixed ..."
"Sir ... Do you know Urib has a lock fixed on his penis?"
Po sighed, "Yeah I'm not so sure about that ..."
"Urib has his cock in a lock he can't take off and it makes him hurt if he has a hardon Sir," I said.
"Yeah. I know. He's a pervert. The silver codpiece. He's a eunuch. I don't want a eunuch. So you want to be a eunuch now?"
"No Sir. But it's..."
"Cause it can be arranged but I wouldn't want you if you had your stuff sawn off!"
"Not sawn off Sir," I laughed. "He's just in this locked thing Sir."
"Either. I don't want it. My decision yeah."
"Yes Sir," I said, relieved. "He likes it though Sir."
"He likes a lot of stuff I'm not into."
"Like what, Sir?"
"Like being bought and sold on Hunter Street. Did he tell you that?"
"Sort of, Sir."
"Sortofsir," Po laughed. "I like that now you're all Sir this and Sir that. Great improvement. Urib has his uses. He likes to be this thing what men pay to use, so he earns money and then his boyfriend and Jobal share it out, I think. He's weird. But he has his uses. But didn't he teach you to not ask questions?"
I dropped my head. I thought, if I'm not supposed to ask questions how am I supposed to learn anything but then Po sideswiped my earhole and held me in a wrestler's grip so that I couldn't breathe or move and I was choking.
"Like that?" he said. "Yeah. You can't move!" He pinned me down and straddled me, dragging his junk across my chest before shuffling up and dangling his bollocks above my mouth, just out of reach.
"Like that?"
I tried to lick him but he held me down and I couldn't lift my head enough to reach his fat balls hanging in their hairy-silky sack overhead, swinging like a shopping-bag full of coconuts.
He lowered them into my mouth and I was sucking them, each one or both like all I wanted to do was put them in my mouth and slide them about inside their scrotum skin - and he was lifting them out and dropping them in again and I kissed them and used my tongue to reach up behind them. I remembered what Urib had told me and I stretched out my tongue to almost reach his hole. He was rubbing his stuff in my face, and the round ridge behind the balls, gradually moving his hole over my mouth, and let me so I could lick it, like that's what he wanted me to.
He liked that, just like Urib said, and he basically sat on my face and let me eat him out for ages, just rubbing his arsehole over my face and groaning quietly, like he was reading a really interesting book. It was really cool cause his shape matched my face so well I could lick his hole and eat him out real deep until I was getting my tongue up him finding all nice flavours and things to feel nice until he turned round on my face so his crack was opened right up on me and I was looking up at his back, his beautiful broad back and his bottom was two beautiful mounds on my mouth and he was sitting back and suffocating me with his weight and wanking himself. He didn't say anything, but kept pushing down on me and like wiping his hole right up to his balls and back on my tongue.
It was lovely. I thought, this is like eating a mountain!
I put my two hands in his backside and held it so that I could taste right in. He loved it. He just let me open and enter his sphincter with my tongue and enjoy the feelings of me licking his arse, like the crack and all over. He was just loving it and giving it up for me to eat; so I ate it and ate it.
And he just loved it so much. "Put a finger in," he said, so I did, feeling the smooth skin inside him slide over and gripping. "Go on. Put another one in. Stretch it ... yeah!"
And when I had three in I could really smell his shit and, cause it was right there in front of my face and, so I could see exactly what I was doing. I was pushing my fingers in and he was fucking himself on me. It was amazing. I felt like I was the one doing something for the first time, even though he was controlling it. It was more personal than giving him a blowjob even cause I was like ... in there, and feeling him. I could feel him grip and loosen and tighten and relax, and I could feel what it was like inside him, inside his beautiful body - all soft and warm like he was! A soft man who needed to be fucked just as much as I did but still a top man, a Superior Man, who I was serving by touching him ... my beautiful, beautiful man ...
He was wanking now and pushing back on my hand, ordering me to fuck him hard and finally cumming, really loud, and farting, which we both laughed cause it was funny ... And there still was a load of cum he shot across the bed.
He groaned and fell forward into a roll onto the cummy sheets and just lay there smiling and looking at me like all, 'This means love ...'! You know?
I could hear the washing machine spin cycle in the other room coming to its climax as well! He just smiled as I stood to attend to it and things.
"I'll just hang out your clothes Sir."
He smiled at me stupidly and nodded.
"Then would you like some food Sir?"
Again the stupid smile and another nod.
"We are like a sex team," he said. "Like at the Olympics!"
I stood in Position Two (hands clasped behind me and resting my knuckles on my buttocks) and agreed.
"I'm the team captain; you're the beautiful idiot. You going to just stand there and stare at my abs or are you gonna make me a fucking sandwich?" he smiled, but before I could move, "Come here." I hesitated a millisecond. "I want to kiss you ..." he said like I needed him to explain. I moved to clamber across the bed to him, but then he said, "Ok. Go on. Do your jobs," milking his dick. "Have you eaten?"
"Not yet Sir."
"Just as well. So where's my dinner?"
"It's all ready Sir except ..."
"Except? Except?" He played with his dick sort of like it was impatiently hungry as well, like to quieten it down.
"It it just needs cooking Sir. It's eggs. They need to be fresh Sir." I was scared he'd lose his temper.
"Ok. Good. That's for after. I'll watch. Or wait here. I don't know. I'm tired." He shut his eyes for a bit and I was gone, rushing to start the cooker and get the washing hung - all of his beautiful boy clothes. "... I think we've really made some progress ..."
He strolled through to the kitchen once I had started cooking the eggs and just watched me moving around naked, like it was a joke, a smile on his lips, watching me.
And when I bought the plate over and slid his food from the pan onto it he said he was very hungry. I knelt at his feet and watched carefuily do that when he took a little bit of egg or something and threw it on the floor I licked it up and ate it. When he was full he put the plate on the floor and I finished it up, without using my hands, just using my mouth to grab it and then lick the plate. When the plate moved he put his foot on the edge of it so it didn't slide and I could eat it.
"Yeah. That's it."
There wasn't much but it was enough.
I took the plate to the sink when he said I could and brought him a cup of tea and when he said he didn't want a cup of tea, cause it was stupid, I got him a beer. And he liked that.
Later he watched TV and I sat on the floor but I didn't look at the telly once; I looked at him which he liked that and when he was getting sleepy he told me to climb up and he cuddled me like a baby bear, and stroked my hair, and put his fingers in my mouth like he wanted to count my teeth.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 81