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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 92
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 39 - alley
At the end of the street we turned into this alley with one side all discoloured and delapidated Victorian brick railway viaduct. Every one of the arches was occupied by some sort of business or warehouse or was closed by big wooden or metal doors with padlocks, or a roll-down metal screen. There was no one, except a few people in some of the arches - and a lot of banging cause they was like workshops yeah? I mean, really loud banging, and metal screeching and drilling and saws and stuff like that. Plus some of them had the radio so it was noisy - except that sometimes it just stopped and you could hear yourself think again. So it was strange. I could walk next to Po now, which I did cause he wanted to, to hold my hand. He took my hand and pulled me. He was excited. "Keep up!"
It wasn't cause he thought I would run off or anything but it was a bit like that, to stop me, sort of, from going my own speed - like I was on a lead or something, his arm holding me close. But also I could feel his grip, holding onto me hand, like suction, like he needed me as well. Cause he was excited as well.
"You know you can back out of this any time don't you? Any time you want you just say so and I'll say, No More, yeah?"
I was sort of scared and I think Po was too, but he tried to, like confident, like he was just taking me to the vet or something to have my ID chip inserted ... now there's an idea!
"You are sure? Cause it's not too late to back out. Cause I really don't want you to be if ... if ... you know, not if you don't want ... it. I mean I don't WANT to if you don't WANT it, yeah, to do it, do I? Why would I?"
Which was a bit ripe cause he did want to. Cause like it was all it seems he wanted to do and it was all I wanted as well. It was like we was in some kind of joint-thing where he wanted to do it to me, I wanted him to, and that was the deal. Plus, this thing, he was about to put me through, it was all about getting, being ... like, the damage, wasn't it? I mean, what did he think this was all about? I mean, why was he giving me one last last-chance last warning? What was that all about if if if if, if he didn't WANT to to do it to me? Hey?
Simple question.
"... Yeah? So tell me if you don't want to go through with it and I'll call it off and we'll call the whole thing off and go back to just being ..."
Being what?
"Cause I don't want you to do this if you aren't a hundred HUNDRED percent certain, yeah? Cause if you aren't then we need to ... Yeah?"
'Need to what?' I thought.
"Cause if you aren't ready perhaps we need to wait and then ..."
'Then what?' I thought.
"... wait until you are ready ... or ... But ... you ... you are ready aren't you, and it is what you want, isn't it, and you do want to, don't you, yeah?"
He shook my hand and squeezed it really tight, like he was trying to convince himself.
"Yes Sir," I said. "I do want it Sir. Yes. I do want it. Yes Sir," I said.
"You sure? It's gonna be really, REALLY, you know, difficult, but if you aren't into it you aren't into it but you ARE into it aren't you? You still want it don't you? Cause I mean like it's - I've seen it happen ..."
"To Urib Sir?"
"No not to Urib, I've seen it done to someone else and it fucking freaked me out and wasn't not even me who was having it being done to, cause it freaked me out. Like, totally. Cause it fucking ... fucking ... ... ... yeah? Do you know what I mean?" He had lowered his voice. "Do you know what I mean yeah?"
But I didn't know, did I? I had no fucking idea. But I wanted to please him.
"Yes Sir," I said, "I know Sir. I do know. I know what you mean Sir: no backing out. But I'm won't back out Sir. I won't back out Sir. I promise."
"I don't mean you can't back out. You can back out if you want to. I mean ... But you don't want to do you?"
"No Sir. I don't want to."
"You do want to go through with it, don't you?"
"Yes Sir I do want to go through with it."
"Are you looking forward to it?"
"Yes Sir," I said. Cause I was! I was looking forward to it, to the feeling, the feeling of men doing it to me - owning me with this mark - and the feeling of their power and being this afterwards, of being this ... thing he wanted, whatever he wanted, this thing!
"Ok," he smiled. "Cause it turns you on, doesn't it, being permanently?!"
"Yes Sir," I said, "it does."
He looked at me like he was forgiving me for something. "... being permanently, like, my property; that turns you on doesn't it?"
"Yes Sir. I like it Sir."
"Cause you'd tell me if it wasn't?"
"Yes Sir, I would Sir."
"Hehe we're going to have such a great time," he said, letting go of my hand to pat my behind, squeezing my butt cheek through the nylon -"Hehe you're so cute" - and then holding my head so he could plant a kiss on my cheek before re-grabbing my hand to pull me along. "Who would look after you the way I do?"
I was scared but I was so turned on I could hardly walk with my erection kept rubbing against the plastic trousers and it was quite uncomfortable, and obvious.
He laughed, "You look so scally!"
I suppose I did too.
*** The alley curved (like Po's cock!) as it followed the line of the railway, the arches on one side, and on the other side it was just this solid whitewashed wall what seemed to go on forever cause it was the back wall of the shopping centre wasn't it? So it was like we was walking along this long curved channel like Po's prick and Po was still holding my hand really tight while we walked further and further. I mean, it wasn't long, but seemed like, for fuck sake, you know, Where the fuck is it?
It's funny, cause it was actually so romantic. Him holding my hand and brought me along like he was so strong and I was just like a weird-feeling floating along beside him (I think the pill was begining to kick in) - but he was with me, leading me, guiding me, yeah? He was looking after me and it's like, yeah, we was in this together wasn't it? Except I was the one being ... it was going to be done to. But I was doing it for him, cause he wanted me to do an it.
"You look like a scally. Rough. Excited? Yeah, I knew you'd like it. I knew you'd want it. I've done it for you. Aren't you grateful?" He smiled and looked at me. I saw him turn his head and so I looked at him, like, yeah ... "Yes Sir."
"No, but aren't you? Cause I only done it for you. So I mean if you aren't grateful yeah? Like if you aren't even grateful then why am I even bothering?"
"I AM grateful Sir! I am grateful! I'm very grateful! I'm very grateful Sir!"
"You don't fucking show it."
"But I am grateful Sir! I mean it Sir! I am, I mean it Sir!"
And suddenly I was worried that I wasn't convincing him. I even thought, yeah I should grovel at his feet and lick his trainers just to show him how grateful I am.
"I AM Sir!"
We had stopped walking and he was looking at me like trying to read my mind - like it was something hidden! Like I had thoughts inside my head I didn't tell him about or what he hadn't put there.
"Go on then." He let go of my hand. "Show me how fucking grateful you are!" It's like he HAD read my mind!
We were standing in the middle of the alleyway and there was people in some of the arches - I mean not looking, but they could see us. There was no one else though, so it was quite quiet, but even so, right in the middle of this curving alley, out of sight of the main road but even so ... But I knew I had to and fucking wanted to, you know, show him I really was grateful to him, like, you know, for doing this. I felt like, yeah I wanted to prove it, so I fell to my knees and immediately started to be like licking his beautiful white trainers, and all the dirt, just eating the dirt and crap off the toes of his trainers, and round the sides, and then the ankle. Not the sole, I thought, though, cause that's like really dirty, but then he lifted up his foot and balanced his foot on the toe and obviously he wanted me to lick the sole now. So I did. I thought like, Yeah, let me lick the shit off the soles of your trainers! I'm glad I did. Cause I wanted him to know how I felt. Like, grateful.
He just stood there in his red tracksuit watching me do it, moving his foot slightly to let me get to it, and he had his hand in his pocket playing with hisself and it was like he didn't even care what anyone think - cause he used to be petrified, didn't he? - and just concentrated on me doing this thing for him in the middle of this alley. Cleaning his trainers.
I mean, I was on me hands and knees and my hands were dirty and my knees were getting dirty, I could feel the grit, and I was licking his feet like I always did except now here was we in the middle of the street and I could, knew people could see, they could look at us and probably think, like, what's that? Some guy licking another guy's trainers? Like ... Pervert Alert! - well, which is what I am so, so what? At least I was showing Po how grateful I was and also, incidentally, my hard on as well, cause I felt horney doing it; so I am a dirty little pervert. Almost forgot what we was doing in this alley ... on our way to have my owners sign permanently marked onto me. I mean ... it was so. Fucking. Horney! Fucking pervert. Honestly. I am that sick.
Aren't I?
"That's good, that's good," he said.
Cause I was in heaven.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 92