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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 97
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 44 - Benyamin
You know those dreams when you're walking along the street Stark Bollock Naked and all the people either stare at you in disbelief out ignore you completely like it's completely normal and you're S.B.N. but that's just the way it is? And then you start to get a stiffie and your erection is much bigger than you remembered it but like, that's your cock now and everyone admires it? Usually that dream ends with an orgasm of some sort - either real or imaginary - and you wake up and wished it had really happened but glad it didn't?
Well, welcome to my life! Only in my dream when I'm walking down the street, I'm following behind Po or whatever, and in my dream I've got this marks all over my skin and everyone can see and looks and Po just loves it, and I'm like, I don't want them to, but I do want them to, and he ends up fucking me as well and I'm sweating when I wake up.
Well it isn't exactly a dream is it cause this is my fucking life is fucking like that!
And I cook. I clean. I shop. I screw. And from the money he makes he loves it cause now he can afford anything. He even bought a motorbike - a Suzuki SV650, in case you're interested, bright red - and he rode it round and showed it to me (I was standing on the balcony looking down) and it was so fucking hot. He was down there, gripping his thighs on it and waving at me. Po is incredible. He controls everything and takes care of me and makes sure I am constantly earning. And he loves the money.
Like one of the paying men was this guy he called himself Benyamin, and he was a businessman from Algeria. He wanted to take me out, like in his car, this big Merc what smelt all of leather, and drive me about, like in the motorway and stuff, which he couldn't of done if Jobal didn't vouch for him; so there's an example of him protecting me - or he might'a kidnapped me yeah? Or hurt me. Well he did hurt me, but you know what I mean. Really hurt me I mean! And I'd open his trousers (cause he always wore a suit) and play with him while he drove - real fast!
He pushed my head down when I was deep throating him and I felt the car accelerate. His precum was dribbling out of my mouth. It was embarrassing.
"Sorry sir", I murmured when I had a chance. "I didn't mean to make a mess Sir."
"Do you like my cock?" he said.
"Yes Sir. It's a beautiful cock Sir!"
He grinned. "Then don't worry about making a mess." He had a change of clothes in the boot.
Then we came to this field and I'd blow him under the stars. It was really nice. He liked to spank my arse whilst I was holding him and kissing him (he had really full soft lips and a big tongue) and he likes to hold me and me hold him and then he lay on the grass and I fuck myself on him and he bend me over the hot bonnet of his Merc and fuck me really hard.
When he cum - which was loads, cause he had these great big hairy balls that were obviously really full - and when he shot up me I could really feel it pumping in before running out and down my legs again and he was like collapsed. He wanted me to clean him up and then lay there on the grass on top of him. He had this really big hairy chest and I could listen to his heartbeat which was really heavy, like a train passing in the night.
He stroked my face. He said, did I like his cock? again, and I said course I did! Cause it was big and hard. I mean it was pretty dark to see but I think it was purply-red and I don't think it had a foreskin.
We stopped off at a hotel where I helped him shower and he had a little rest.
"Jobal's so good. He finds all these perfect guys and he trains them and then he rents them out to me. He's so good. They're well hard, fit; obedient as well as good looking! Hard working. But not all as good as you!" Cause he was really he was into me because he soon said, after a couple of times, said he wanted to take me back to his other house in Algeria as his house slave and fuck me every night and have me work for him as an assistant or something but I'd never wear anything except possibly these little knickers, he said (like it was funny) and he have me all to himself except if he had these parties where all his Algerian mates and people in the oil business (cause he was in the oil business) would come round and could serve all of them and would I like that? Well, obviously I would! It was pretty wild to think this rich bloke would look after me and all I had to do was be his servant!
He said, "My house is huge; it has verandahs for every room and looks out on a golf course with lakes and fountains. There are three inner courtyards with more fountains and everything is complete luxury with slaves to cook and clean." I didn't know if he was lying or not. I mean, how would I know what goes on in Algeria?
"Is Algeria a very rich country?"
"Mostly poor. But I am rich. I can pay for anything. I would look after you. You'd want for nothing. I want you to be my favourite boy," he said. So I don't know how many slaves he had back in his Algerian mansion!
He smiled and he said, "You're so broken!"
"Yes Sir," I said.
And he smiled at that.
He has this big hairy stomach too what he liked to stand and stroke it like he was a furry toy. He was a bear! He liked it when I straddled across him and gave him a massage, especially if I straddled his back and massaged his neck. He was quite fat, but not like out of shape. He was quite strong, like a wrestler, not like an athlete though. He liked it when I licked his ears. He had a hairy back and he had a tattoo across his shoulder blades which I don't know what it said cause it was in a language but he said it meant 'Superior'. Which he was a Superior Man wasn't he? His hair was quite wirey and rough but felt strong when I brushed it with my fingers, massaging his scalp. I liked him.
"You are nearly always hard you are nearly always erect but you never cum. You never touch it. Why is that? I mean, I like it, but why is it?"
"I never think about it Sir."
"What do you think about then?"
"I don't think about anything Sir except serving you Sir. That's why I exist Sir. Sorry Sir."
"That's ok. Just carry on being you."
But when I was sucking his cock I started to moan because I wanted it so much.
"Why are you making that funny noise?"
"Because I want your cock Sir so badly Sir I want it Sir."
"That's good. Well done. I like that. That's good."
I said I didn't know Benjamin was an Algerian name but he said, "Ben-Y-amin," and yes it was but quite special cause his Dad thought he would be important; and he was, cause he made all this money and he didn't have to answer to anybody and he fucked who he liked. His Dad said he would be rich and important, and he was - at least in Algeria cause the business he was in.
I mean, it sounds stupid but he said if I came to Algeria to be his slave he would totally look after me and make sure I was always horney. And he had this private gym where I could workout.
But I said I was already looked after and I couldn't leave Po, and I was already horney all the time so ... But he still wanted to. And he proved it by fucking me real hard. He said he could sort anything out. And then, when he drove me back and he was paying Po loads of money, he said he could make it worth his while to let me go with him but Po said I wasn't for sale. Benyamin said he could take me for a trip and he'd pay for it but Po said it was too risky. If Benyamin paid up for what he'd had and left it at that then he would have been ok.
He was a man of such drive control and self-confidence. Assurance. He had me in awe of him. I wanted to serve him because he inspired me. And when I did not see him again - because of what happened - I was pretty upset wasn't I? Po told me not to worry about him. He said he knew Benyamin was a good fuck and a good payer but Jobal had got rid of him so I was not to worry about him. I don't know what that meant.
He had a kind face. All he wanted was a servant, someone to do stuff for him and suck his cock. He was nice. He always wore a suit and clean striped boxer shorts. He was very ordinary. That's what made him special. He worked hard at his business though. That's what made him very rich. So he could afford anything he wanted. ... If it was for sale. Or rent.
And I thought, I can't have that, cause I am a slave and I belong to Jobal. And you might think that, cause I am a slave I cannot have what I want but I can have what I want cause this is what I want: to be a slave.
Anyway, so Benyamin was one and there was like so many others but mostly not like him. Some of them weren't so nice and got off on being cunts. So it wasn't all plain sailing! But Po thought it was all a laugh. He loved getting money and me being used was fine by him, obviously.
You've probably seen it, it's this little roundel with a G in it. It means exclusively gay and I've seen it around a lot recently. Benyamin had it on his car windscreen like a permit or something. And there were these two guys with very dark skin, a couple; they wanted me in their sandwich and they had this roundel everywhere, even embroidered on their towels! So it clearly means something.
When I told Po that about my session with the two guys - one of them taking my arse and the other fucking my throat - he just smiled sort of nastily, "You can't make a sandwich without bread." Meaning? I don't know what that meant! "Good dog," he said, with another one of his, like, nasty smiles.
When I think about Benyamin I still get hard, but Po told me not to think about him, so I don't think about him. But when I do think about him, I still get hard don't I? And I'd really like to see him again so I can tell him he gets me hard whenever I think of him. But I don't think I ever will see him again.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 97