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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 90
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 37 - mad
His naked feet.
The moment Christopher was gone, the first thing Po did is, he fucked me. Good and hard. Of course he would! After all ... cause they had left me to grovel on the floor, with my hands still taped together resting all my weight on my elbows and so when he went to the door ... when, the first thing I knew when he just came back from the door, he was so excited to use it he just came back, squatted behind me, which my arse was up in the air, waiting, and pulled out his cock - which I know was standing up hard cause he slapped it on my crack a couple of times, bang bang bang like that. I suppose he pulled his tracks down the back - I can just picture his buttocks clenching and opening with each thrust - just enough to fuck me, cause he fucked me hard, quick and without saying anything - but he did grunt several times, obviously. I was still gooey and wet with Christopher's jizz oozing out of my cunt, but that didn't matter cause he was so hot to empty his own balls.
"You want me to cum?" he said, like obviously wanting me to, like beg him, yeah?
So I said, like, "Yeah! Sir! Please cum!"
"Fuck you turn me on so much cunt, you make me so hard. I'm gonna cum inside your fucking cunt bitch, yeah? You want that bitch?"
"Right u p i nside y es Si r. Pl ease S ir. Ple ase c uminside my b itc h cun t y eah p lease c um ins ide m e Sir! P lea se cu m! Plea se cucum!"
Po's drilling forced me onto my face, bouncing it up as far as it would go, gripping my neck to lever himself in. Soon his cum and Christopher's cum and all mixed up juices spurting out round his shaft and running down my balls all hit and wet. It was amazing. "I'll. ALWAYS. Cum. Inside. Dumb. Bitch. I'll. Always. Use it. Your cunt cum...dump!"
Course, he was panting and sweating and when he was done just pulled out and kicked me to kneel up so he squatted and had me lick his stuff clean.
Fuck that was hot!
"Fuck. Ok. I'm done. Relax." He pulled his tracks up over it so it still poked out, and stood.
So he wasn't doing to beat me?
"Follow."
Apparently not.
I got to my knees and shuffled after him into the kitchen, where he sat, straightened his legs out, crossed his ankles and I knelt, kissing his bare toes repeatedly.
I felt like, so grateful.
I mean, I was!
I was! Really!
I mean, grateful for getting fucked, grateful for him not beating me (yet), grateful for him being the great Superior Man he was, my Superior Man, and just ... I dunno ... grateful. Wouldn't you be? I loved Po. He had such beautiful feet.
"Hey," he nudged my face with his toe. I looked up. He'd reached in his track pocket, "Look what you just earned me!" he grinned, and pulled out a roll of notes he shook by one end and let fan out like the pages of a curly book. I didn't know what it was. "Christopher just gave that me. That's what he paid. Fuck'n gorgeous. Fuck you make me so hard!"
Yeah and although I hurt really smart, cause my hole was fucked raw, I thought, 'Yeah I am a good fuck! I am a good fuck!'
He let me kiss his feet again, watchinh me lick between the toes and lifted them up by the leg and lick the dirty soles. I was good cause I licked up every bit! I knew he was watching; I loved that. I knew he was pleased. I pushed my arse up in the air so he could watch it wriggle.
"I do care, you know. I do care about what you're feeling. I do care about you. I know I hurt you, but why do you let me? Hey? Hey, face up, look at me."
I did. My mouth was round one of his toes. The big one on his left fitted my mouth; the nail cut my tongue when I cleaned it.
"Stop that for now." I sucked off the spit and placed his foot back on the ground, carefully and knelt up to face him. "Why? I asked you."
"I want you to ... hurt me, Sir."
"Yeah but why?"
"Cause you ..."
"I what?"
"You ... You ... I don't know, I, Sir."
"You dirty little pervert," he smiled.
"Yes Sir I am a dirty little pervert Sir," I said with a grin.
"You haven't got a big head then, have you?"
"No Sir!"
"But you know I love you."
"Yes Sir."
"Yes Sir what?"
"Yes Sir I know you love me Sir."
"Not just love you. I am IN love with you. You know that?"
"Yes Sir I do Sir."
"You know why?"
"No Sir."
"Cause you keep me hard all of the time. I'm always hard for you. You know that?"
"I ... I ... Sir ..."
"You do don't you?"
"Yes Sir I do Sir."
"That's good." He patted me on my head "You're all good. How many times did he fuck you?" He meant Christopher, I realised.
"Christopher Sir? He fucked me twice Sir."
"Just twice? Sounded like more. Not that I was listening ... but ... the time it took."
"Sorry Sir." I have no idea what I was apologising for.
"Did you cum?"
"No Sir."
"Did you lick his arse?"
"No Sir."
Po grinned.
"Did you suck his balls?"
"Yes Sir."
"You did good. Gave him his money's worth. He was over the moon. And he's going to tell Jobal. And we're going to get you marked up and earning - would you like that?"
"Yes Sir!"
"Yes? Cause you weren't always so sure."
"I AM sure Sir," I said, and I honestly meant it. "Please mark me up. I want to be marked up and I AM sure Sir, honestly Sir."
Po grinned. "Yes. I can see that, haha that erection! Pervert. See, I said we could make it! I said we'd have you begging for it!" He kicked me. "You do know I love you don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes Sir."
"Ok ... Ok, I'll make the call. Then we'll go out yeah?"
His face was really brightened up and, he was so happy. It's like he'd been let out of work early. He took his phone out onto the balcony.
He was out there ages.
*** "That's really quick!" he said when he came back eventually. He was smiling like a cat and he said it was scheduled for the next day.
"Hey!" He laughed. "Look at you with your hands all tied together!" Cause my hands was still taped together wasn't it? I had been like that for ages. "Looks like you're praying!" He laughed.
And he WAS laughing, really happy, and he put the radio on and it was 'This is it! This time I know it's the real thing!' - really cheesy dance song. And he was like, dancing all about, all over the flat, and took my hands and peeled off the tape (at last!), grabbed a knife, cut it - all in time to the music! Then he held my hands like we was dancing, like I was a puppy he was teaching to walk on its hind legs, and like danced with me and him like in a disco. All I was thinking was, I'd only just been fucked and all this cum in my gut was, or it felt like it was just running out and down my legs, but I wasn't sure ... "Pervert's getting marked!" he said, like, 'Yay!' It was mad. And he laughed. "Aren't you happy?"
"Yes Sir!" I said, sort of confused.
"You don't seem very happy. C'mon, dance! Dance with me! Isn't this fantastic? We're nearly there! We nearly made it, and you're going to be my party dog, yeah? And earn me, lots of money! And I'll be rich! And I'll be able to own you and fuck you and do what I want! The money I'll make: I'll be able to do anything I want and just, it'll be so great!" He was dancing like an idiot and laughing, and I was trying to keep up ... even though I'm not sure what he meant.
I was worried that he would get angry if I didn't join in.
"Do you think Luke is gay?" he said. "Yeah? I thought that for a long time now. I was pretty sure. I'd like to own him. Cause I think I'd like to make him into a good fuck. Him ... Well I'm thinking of setting up my own stable." He just announced that like out of nowhere.
The music was loud so we had to shout.
"A stable? What is a stable Sir?"
"You know, guys of mine I own and train and use just like Jobal does? Like his operation. That's why I'd like to set up. It'd be different though. Solely gay blokes and ... different, cause I'd keep all the money! If I owned a stable of guys I could use I'd be better off like Jobal exploits it for profit. He's super rich. Do you know how rich he is? He's so rich! He doesn't care about the money! He just controls and he can buy anything. Anything. Car? He gets a car. I'd like to be like that. But I need my own guys. I need my own income streams don't I? I mean, I really just need that. I don't like Jobal controlling everything," he said.
"W-would Jobal be ok with it?"
"Yeah ... I'd have to deal with him, but it would be my own thing!" He was still dancing. I couldn't work out if he was thinking it through, cause I thought it wouldn't be that simple ...
He looked at my face, "Heh, you're so cute. Don't worry. I'll keep you warm, don't worry. Don't you want to be my slave?"
Po's slave? But that's exactly what I wanted! "Yes Sir!"
"Exactly. Tomorrow'll be like a new start! I don't want when we're old and grey to be wanting to have done things differently, do I?"
"No Sir."
"Nosir. No. Sir. haha. So ... I've had enough of this. Yeah? Like this. I don't want to waste any more time. I want to be in complete control, yeah? That's what I'm like. I'm like this. I'm a Master. I'm Superior. That's how I think. So from tomorrow I want to control every aspect of your existence. I want to be the first thought in your head when you wake up and the last thing you think of before you fall asleep. I want to be in your dreams."
And I thought, 'You are already in my dreams, Po, you are already there.' "You are in all my dreams Sir already Sir!" I said.
He ignored me. The song ended. "Stand up straight. It's like if I dropped your phone in the water. Bricked it. I want to erase your life. We're going to start again. How d'you like that?"
It wasn't a question but I said, "Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!"
"Thankyousir. Yeah, yesirthankyousiryessirthankyousir. Erase your life. Yeah. Tomorrow. That's it. I'm going to make you into a piece of furniture." I mean, he seemed to be crazy, but I suppose that was just his way of being in charge. I could see his eyes on me looking at me and thinking about it.
"I don't like Jobal controlling everything," he said.
*** It was scheduled for the next day.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 90