Pool Submissive By Fabius m/M Reluctant.
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Jeff was always glad when Pete came by to swim in his backyard pool. The late thirties single guy would never have admitted it to anyone in this world, but over the summer he had developed a raging hunger to see the fourteen year old swimming around in the pool in just his Speedos, his young, muscular legs kicking, his flat belly rippling, and his strong arms pulling him through the water. Jeff was mortified to discover his secret yearnings for the young adolescent boy; he wasn't gay, never had been. And he certainly had never had the slightest interest in adolescent boys before Pete came into his life. But, no matter how much he chastised himself, the sick, hungry feelings just would not go away. And he just could not make himself refuse whenever Pete knocked on his door and asked if it was all right to swim. Jeff, who had taken to using his pool after work each hot summer day, always invited Pete in for a swim whenever the kid showed up with his tight Speedos on and a towel wrapped around his neck. Without his wanting them to, Jeff found his eyes wandering surreptitiously to Pete's Speedo-clad pubes, where, on more than one occasion, he discerned a prominent bulge. As they splashed and played, Jeff could not resist the temptation to fantasize about what Pete's young package would look like. Here lately, however, Jeff found himself more and more desperate to find out just what the boy's member might taste like. And, horror of horrors, what his young hot sperm might feel like in his throat as he swallowed. Jeff fought down those thoughts and feelings as much as he could, but, each time Pete came over, he found himself less and less able to resist the thoughts that came crashing in. Thursday night rolled around and Pete did not show up for his normal swim time. Jeff was half relieved and half agitated at not seeing the boy. But he took his usual swim anyway, and went inside to fix dinner. About eight o'clock his phone rang. Hi, Mr. Perring. It's Sharma, Pete's mom." Oh hi, Sharma. Is Pete okay? Jeff became a bit apprehensive. Did Pete's mom know about his sick hunger for her son. Had Pete said something to her about the way he looked at Pete. Was he going to be in trouble. Jeff couldn't tell for certain but it sounded as if Pete's mom was breathing heavy as she said, "Sure. Pete's fine. But I need to ask you a big favor." Jeff was so relieved that his nasty secret had not been discovered that he almost laughed out loud with relief. "Sure, Sharma. Just name it." There was a catch in Sharma's voice and what Jeff thought was a low moan before she continued. "I have to go up to Cleveland tomorrow night and won't be back till late Sunday night. I just wanted to know if Pete could stay over with you for the weekend. He talks about you all the time and he has such a good time in your pool." As Jeff pondered Charma's request he thought he could hear giggling in the background. But that impression didn't have time to grab hold of his conscious mind, because Jeff suddenly became overwhelmed with a burning hunger to have Pete all to himself for the whole weekend. He would be able to look at the boy for as long as he wanted to. They could swim together all day. And maybe.... "Sure, Charma," Jeff almost shouted over the phone. "I'd be glad to have him around for the weekend. It'll be fun, and I'll take good care of him for you." But instead of a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone, Jeff distinctly heard what could only be a choked off sob. "Charma. Are you okay?" Charma didn't answer for a few seconds, as if she were holding her breath; trying to regain enough self control to continue. "Yes, I'm fine," she practically whispered into the phone. "I just have a bad headache, and it hurts." Jeff could now definitely hear giggling in the background, but, before he could ask about it, Charma said a quick "thanks and goodbye," and hung up the phone. Jeff had a very difficult time sleeping that night. His dreams swirled around salacious visions of him kneeling in front of Pete. The boy was naked and seated with his young tan legs spread wide; a smirk of triumph on his face, beckoning Jeff to crawl to him. Then there were those sick images of him on all fours while Pete spanked his naked butt with a hairbrush. Jeff tossed and turned in his sleep and found no rest. All next day at work, Jeff found himself distracted by thoughts of Pete and what the two of them would do together that weekend. But then Jeff found himself racked by a cold, dark fear. Surely Pete wouldn't want any part of his horrid, sick fantasies. Surely the boy would find him utter repellant and report him immediately to the authorities if he even lifted a finger to turn his salacious fantasies into reality. Pete was just a normal fourteen year old boy who liked to swim and put up with Jeff only because the pool belonged to him. There was nothing to their swims but harmless fun. And Jeff had better get any other thoughts out of his mind before he got himself into serious trouble. Exposure meant termination from his job, loss of his nice house and pool, and probably some jail time to boot. Jeff sobered up and resigned himself to a weekend where he would constantly have to be keeping himself in check. Or else! That Friday afternoon, Pete was waiting outside Jeff's fence when the older man got home from work. Jeff was startled to see the boy, as Pete usually showed up about an hour after. He began to feel the first stirrings of longing as he stepped out of his car and walked up to the boy. But he knew that that was where danger lay, so he took himself to task and cooled down. "Hi, Peter. What are you doing here so early? I thought your mom wasn't leaving till after dinner." Pete smiled up at Jeff, and the older man noted a little glint in the boy's eyes. "She had to leave earlier than expected. She sent me over here with my stuff for the weekend. I hope it's okay," Pete pointed to an overnight case sitting on the ground next to him. It was then that Jeff noticed that Pete already had his Speedos on with a T-shirt on top. The older man just couldn't keep his eyes from straying as he gave the boy the once over. Yes. There it was; that haunting bulge in the boy's swimsuit. Hunger fought with fear and self-preservation for control of his soul. When Jeff could finally tear his gaze away, he looked up into Pete's face, and there was a little smirk on the boy's lips. "Can we go swimming now, Jeff," said the boy in a husky whisper. Jeff could not help the shiver that ran over his body. What was in store for him? He shook off his desire and faced the boy once again. "Sure Pete. Just let me change into my swimsuit, and I'll be right with you. But don't go in until I get back. Okay?" The boy nodded as he opened the gate in the high wooden fence that surrounded the pool. Jeff had put up the fence for privacy a couple years ago, and he was especially glad today that he had done so. He didn't know what might happen behind that high fence, but he was sure he didn't want anyone seeing it. Jeff practically tore his clothes off once in his bedroom. He grabbed a fresh swimsuit from inside his chest of drawers and headed for the kitchen door that led to poolside. What he saw when he came out of the house made him draw a ragged breath. Pete was lying on a chaise long on his back with his young, tan arms behind his head. The T-shirt was gone, and the boy was practically naked in only his tight Speedo trunks. His light brown nipples stood out against his flat chest. His belly revealed that last bit of puppy fat that boys his age have just before shooting up into full manhood. His long, strong legs were spread so that Jeff found himself looking directly between them; right at that enticing bulge. When Jeff finally raised his eyes to meet those of the boy, he saw that Pete's self satisfied smirk had grown. "Now, do ya wanna swim, Jeff?" the boy asked languidly as he rolled to his side on the chaise long. Jeff could hardly catch his breath. "Yes, Pete. I want to swim with you now." Pete slowly got up and walked nonchalantly to the pool. He jumped in, and Jeff was right behind him. As was his custom, Jeff swam to the shallow end of the pool, turned, and began swimming straight to the other end. He was trying his best to cool off his hunger and dampen the erection that was growing in his own swimsuit. Suddenly he felt a hand grab the waistband of his trunks and pull backwards. His swimsuit slid just a little way down his butt. As Jeff stood up to readjust his trunks, Pete confronted him. "Leave them alone," said the fourteen year old, smiling. "I like them just that way." Jeff didn't know what to do. Was this some playful game that Pete had come up with to pass the time, or was there something much more sinister going on. Whatever the case, there was a look on Pete's face that indicated that he was serious about Jeff leaving his trunks where they were. So, the older man just sank back into the water and continued his swim. The new placement of Jeff's trunks did nothing but put pressure on his genitals and that only made his erection grow more. Where was this all going? On the way back toward the shallow end of the pool, Jeff's swim was interrupted once more by a hand tugging at his swimsuit. This time he felt the waistband being pulled even harder till the trunks were halfway down his butt. He didn't bother to stop swimming this time, indulging Pete in his little game. Truth to tell, he didn't want to stop. He wanted nothing so much in this world as to find out where this was all going. As his reward for not stopping or fighting back, Jeff felt a slap on his half exposed butt as he swam on. Without stopping at all, Jeff eagerly reversed direction and headed for the deep end once more. As he reached the middle of the pool, the older man felt two strong hands grab his swimsuit legs and begin to wrestle them completely off his body. He could feel the trunks sliding completely off his hips and down his legs as he struggled to keep them on; but not too hard. By the time he reached the deep end of the pool, Jeff had lost his swimsuit altogether and was totally naked. As he swam back toward the shallow end, his mind a torrent of anticipation Jeff felt a hand grab his now rock hard penis and pull it roughly. This made Jeff have to turn on his back and look up at Pete standing in the shallow end of the pool with the older man's penis firmly in his grasp. "You like this, don't you, Jeff." Pete smiled down at the older man. The boy began to let his hand stroke up and down the older man's shaft. Jeff could not suppress a moan of longing that escaped his lips. "You've been wanting me to do this all summer, haven't you?" Jeff could not say a word. He was shocked at the feel of the boy's strength as he squeezed his manhood. And, despite every ounce of willpower he could muster, he could not deny that he wanted more of the same. Whatever it took to get it, he wanted more. "You do like what I'm doing to you. Don't you, Jeff? You like me letting you look at my package with those hungry eyes of yours, and you like me teasing you, and yanking that stupid swimsuit off your body. You like showing off naked to me. You like me ordering you not to do anything about it. You like taking orders from me. You like me grabbing your dick and pulling on it like you were my cute little subbie pull toy or something. Don't you, slutboy? You're mine now, and you know it! You'll do anything I say, won't you, Jeffiepie?" Jeff was now standing up in the pool beside the fourteen year old, but he was doing absolutely nothing to make Pete take his hand away. He knew with every fiber of his soul that he should be making this stop. He knew that there would be hell to pay if he didn't make this stop right now. But he couldn't do a thing but give in to his hunger to let Pete do whatever he wanted to do to him. Pete let out a little laugh and began pulling the older man around the pool by his penis. "Come on, subbie little pull toy. Let's get out of the pool now and then we'll have some real fun." Docilely, hungrily, breathing heavily, Jeff let himself be led out of the pool and onto the paved verge beside it. Docilely, and even more hungrily, the older man allowed himself to be pushed down by the boy onto the pavement until he was on his hands and knees. Pete squatted beside the older man and began stroking his flank with one hand, much as a horse trainer does to calm a skittish colt. The other hand continued to milk the older man's penis. "It's going to be alright from now on, Jeff. It'll hurt a little bit this first time, but then you'll get to liking it. And afterwards, I'll even let you suck me off 'cause I know that's what you have been wanting all along. You'll just love the taste of your butt hole mixed with my spunk." Jeff shivered in anticipation as he heard Pete remove his Speedos and place the crotch right over the older man's face. He hadn't known till this very second where this was all going, but when he felt the boy's erection pressing against his tight rose, he knew that this was just were he belonged. Head bowed, submissive, awaiting Pete's pleasure. "I brought along some of my favorite toys, and we have all weekend to try them out. Won't that be fun?" Jeff just nodded his head. He had come too far to turn back now. He would just let himself be submissively led by his new young owner anywhere the boy wanted to take him. As Pete made his first thrust, Jeff cried out in pain, but then he melted into a nice warm glow of pain/pleasure. "I know, Jeff," Pete giggled as he reached under the older man and took hold of his throbbing erection once more. "Mom felt the exact same way too when I butt fucked her the first time." Hot tears of humiliation began to roll down Jeff's flushed cheeks. "Hey, maybe I'll let you taste her butt hole off my dick as a reward if you're a real good boy for me and just let me do what I want with you. Or maybe I'll do you while I make you do her. She won't like that, but I'll think it's fun." Jeff shivered all over. He was lost and he knew it. But he didn't care any more. "I just can't wait to try out all the nasty ideas I have for you two. As a matter of fact, as soon as I get finished fucking you and letting you clean my dick off, I think I'll call home and get her ass right over here. You know she didn't want to call you with that made up story about Cleveland and all. But what choice did she have?" As he increased the rhythm of his thrusts into the older man, Pete began to laugh out loud.
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