Pool Submissive Chapter Eleven By Fabius m/MF Reluctant S/M.
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Pete was watching the way Sharma moved her hips as the fourteen year old boy continued to fuck his mother from behind. He could see from the way she moved that Sharma was close, very close. But Pete did not want her to orgasm, not before he inflicted just one more indignity on her. Pete raised his voice to be heard over his mom's moaning and squeals and whimpers.
"Don't come Mom. And I won't, either `cause I'm saving it for that sweet, sweet, almost virgin asshole of Jeff's."
Sharma and Jeff both heard Pete's admonition.
To add emphasis to what he was saying, Pete stopped dead in mid hump. Then he pulled out of his mom altogether and motioned for his newest male conquest to get positioned for a good butt fucking. Sharma, suddenly empty of her son's surging cock, let out a cry of anguish and tried to get up off the coffee table.
"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
She was so hungry for release that she went
totally wild.
Pete pressed his bulk down on his mom's bucking and rearing body to keep her in place under him. He was not to be denied. After Pete gave her a few swats on her butt, Sharma sank resignedly back onto the coffee table and began to cry bitter tears of desolation. She had totally humiliated herself in front of her son and his new male conquest, and all she had received in return was unfulfillment and sex starvation.
For his part, Jeff felt some stirrings of
compassion and fellow feeling for Sharma. He knew from personal experience how wicked Pete was, and he reached out to comfort the poor sex starved woman.
Pete looked down at the two adults whose lives
he had ruined and gloated.
"How cute. My little Jeff is trying to comfort
my poor, slutty mom. Well, well. Maybe they should get together and console each other later tonight while I watch and give directions. And maybe, if they are good little subbie sluts, I'll let them get married someday, so I can have both of them to play with for years and years."
Jeff recoiled from Pete's harsh, gloating words.
And Sharma gazed up at her son with the most pathetic look on her face.
Pete just giggled.
"But not now. For now, I want to get my mommy slick cock deep inside old Jeff here so I can hear him squeal like the little piggy slut he is."
Jeff, finding some secret well of courage, rose
from the floor to challenge the fourteen year old. But Pete slapped him over and over till the older man was cowed back down where he had been.
"Now look, slut. Get bent over like I told you to, so I can put this hard cock of mine right where I want it."
The older man crawled obediently up on his hands
and knees, and then got himself set for the boy's onslaught. Pete hardly gave the older man time to get ready before thrusting himself deep into Jeff's fundament. Screaming from the pain of this lewd invasion, Jeff twisted his body for all he was worth, but he could not escape Pete who hulked over him and pressed his attack. The frantic man screamed and yelled in mortal terror, but to no avail whatsoever.
Pete reached forward and grabbed a hank of Jeff's hair and yanked the older man's head around so he could make eye contact.
"OK, bitch. So you decided to argue with me, and make nice with my mom while I was disciplining her, and now you are trying to keep me from doing what I want to do with you. Well, let's see if you like what's going to happen to you now any better."
Pete then drew back his free hand and commenced slapping the hapless Jeff all over his face.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
Jeff screamed in pain and made yet another
attempt to free himself from the clutches of his captor. But to no avail whatsoever. Pete had him firmly in hand and was not about to let go of him. So Jeff just had to kneel there and take whatever punishment Pete wanted to give him. And Pete wanted plenty.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
The fourteen year old continued slapping Jeff's
face until his cheeks were bright red and puffy. Then Pete let go of the older man's hair and let his head sink on his neck. Jeff was crying and squealing for all he was worth. But Pete was nowhere near finished with him, yet.
The furious fourteen year old grabbed up a large hardback book that had been knocked to the floor and began smashing it viciously against the back of Jeff's head.
SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM.
Pete's vicious abuse of Jeff's head and neck set up yet another chorus of wailing and screaming. By the time Pete's arms got tired, Jeff's neck was solid red. Jeff had screamed himself hoarse from the excruciating pain Pete was causing him, both in his butt hole and his head. But the anger in Pete still boiled his blood for more and even more.
"Ok, slut. I'm going in the other room and get that belt. While I'm gone, you had better turn over on your back so I can really get at you. And don't you dare disobey me, or I'll do something even worse than that to you."
Jeff had heard Pete's words through the storm of
his pain, and he set up a howl of protest.
"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Ppppppplllllleeeeeeaaaassssssseeeeee, Nooooooooo. Please, please stop. I'll obey you from now on, Pete. Oh please, don't hurt me anymore. I'll be gooooddddddd."
Pete glared down at his cringing victim.
"Too late, bitch. You had your chance to mind me, and you didn't take it. Now I'm going to make SURE that you obey me from now on."
As Pete got up off the floor to go get his horrid belt, Jeff began begging him with loud, screams of anguish.
"Pete, pleeeeeassssse. You are my owner from now on. Plllleeeeeeeasssseee don't go. You're going to Kiiiillllll me."
Sharma looked over at Jeff who was begging his
boy owner in his total helplessness, and a shiver of lust coursed through her loins as she heard Jeff beg and plead with him. She had done so much begging herself over the past few months that it was a true turn on to hear someone else do the begging for a change. Especially as that someone was begging her son.
Of course Sharma knew that Pete would never give in to Jeff's pleas. But it still made her wet to hear him beg. Maybe Pete would get tired of using that belt after a while and make her have a go at Jeff. That would really turn Sharma on.
Pete stormed out of the room, and Jeff lay on the floor, totally crushed. By the time Pete had returned to Jeff's living room, the belt swinging against his naked thigh, Jeff had obediently turned over on his back and grimly awaited his punishment. Without saying a word, Pete strode up to where Jeff was staring up at him, terrified eyes as big as silver dollars, and brought the leather belt down right across his upthrust and defenseless belly. Jeff opened his mouth and a wail emerged that was so gut wrenching as to cause Sharma almost to feel sorry for him. When Jeff had emptied his lungs with screaming and inhaled once more, Pete brought the belt down again.
STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.
Pete's arm went up and down like a driving piston. The metal clad tongue of the wide leather belt bit remorselessly into Jeff's vulnerable flesh. His belly and thighs began turning crimson from being so mercilessly treated. And Jeff screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Oh how he screamed.
The tormented man completely lost it. He sprayed Pete with a jet of hot urine as his bladder let go. He vomited violently, covering himself with a sour spray of halfdigested food. And Pete just kept on with his methodical belt strapping until the agony overwhelmed his victim completely and he fainted dead away.
Pete, frustrated beyond measure at losing his plaything to unconsciousness, ran into the kitchen and returned almost immediately with a pitcher of ice water from the refrigerator. The boy dumped the water unceremoniously on Jeff's slack face and watched satisfied as the older man's eyes fluttered open.
"Ok, Jeff. Now I want you to stretch out your arms as far as you can. Stretch them out over your head as far apart as they will go."
A totally cowed Jeff did as he was told, setting
up another chorus of wailing.
"Now, I want you to spread your legs as far
apart as you can."
Jeff, now in a state of total surrender spread his legs apart until his hips ached. Then he twisted his ankles until his joints burned as though he were soaked in acid. And then he gave voice to an unending wail of purest anguish.
Then Pete started in on him once more with the
belt.
STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP
The fourteen year old tormentor concentrated on Jeff's inner thighs and crotch, now fully exposed and vulnerable to him. Soon Jeff's thighs were crisscrossed with long angry red welts and his inflamed cock was puffy and swollen from the continuous belt strapping. The pain finally proved too much for the tortured man and he passed out once again.
Pete breathed heavily as he tried to recuperate
from their strenuous exercise. When he had caught his breath, Pete rushed into the kitchen again to fetch more water. But this time when he returned, the flint edge of his fury had somewhat subsided. But he was clearly still in no mood to be argued with. And Sharma knew it, too, just by looking at him.
Pitcher in hand, Pete slowly sauntered toward Jeff's unconscious and battered body. Unhurriedly this time, the fourteen year old dribbled the water on his victim's slack face until Jeff began to sputter and shake his head. When his eyes met Pete's, Jeff began to blubber like a terrified child.
"Pppppllllleeeeeeaaaassssseeeee, Pete. Pllleassssee don't hurrrrttt mmmeeeeeee. Pllleeeaaasssseeeee, pppllleeeaaassseeee."
Pete smiled down at his totally broken captive.
"Are you going to behave me from now on,
Jeff," Pete said softly, letting his hand stroke
the man's brow in a gesture of mock comfort.
"Oooooohhhhhhh yyyyeeeeeeeesssssssssss, Pete."
Pete slid his index finger along Jeff's
parched lips. "Open your mouth like a good
little baby for me." Jeff immediately
opened his lips and allowed his tormentor to probe around inside. Pete let his fingertip travel back and forth along Jeff's tongue. The older man kept absolutely still, his complete terror apparent in his bloodshot eyes.
Pete took out his Jeff-spit moistened finger and used it to rub against the older man's tormented and distended nipple. Jeff gasped in pain, but did not move a
hair. Pete smiled.
"Does ums hurt, baby? Does ums hurt real, real
bad?"
Jeff knew that he must answer.
"Yessss, Pete."
Pete switched his lewd attention to the other
nipple.
"Does ums hurt a real whole lot, baby."
Jeff shuddered.
Yes, Pete. I hurt a real whole lot."
Pete moved his hand down the older man's tormented body and cupped Jeff's flaccid cock and balls in his hand and squeezed just a trifle. Jeff winced and sucked in his ragged breath through clenched teeth. But, once again, he had better sense than to move. Pete continued to stroke and pet.
"Yes, Jeff baby. I know you hurt. And it's good that you hurt. Very good. You hurt because you were bad and didn't obey me. Just imagine how good it would feel right now to have my hands feeling you up like this if I hadn't been forced by your disrespectful disobedience of me to punish you. It's your own fault that you hurt. Isn't it, Jeff?"
Jeff cried and cried. But he knew he had to say
it right.
"Yessss, Pete. It's my fault."
Right then, Jeff felt only pain as a result of Pete's wanton ministrations. But he understood what his owner was telling him about his possible future. And Jeff had to admit to himself that, despite everything that had happened to him so far, it probably would be in his true best interest to obey his owner in the future and to reap the erotically satisfying rewards associated with good behavior. Pete had conditioned the older man so perfectly in such a short time.
"Jeff. I already know that left to yourself,
you really do want to be a nasty little slutty subbie boy lover deep down inside. I knew that the first time I caught you looking at me while I swam in your pool. I just knew you would become a slave to my cock.
Jeff shuddered.
"Yes, Pete."
"And I and my Mommy slut over there will just love to play with you from now on. And Mom belongs totally to me as you already have figured out by now. And that being the case, I can absolutely guarantee you that if you behave yourself like a good little subbie and obey me from now on, you can expect an occasional slavey treat from her as well."
"Or do I have to get the belt to you some more."
Jeff cringed just as if Pete had already picked up the belt to hit him with, which he had not, but most certainly could if he wanted to. Seeing Jeff's reaction to his words, Pete giggled and began lazily stroking the older man's abused cock. Despite himself, Jeff began to wriggle and pant.
"Now you don't really want me to have to get the
belt again. Do you, baby?"
Jeff shook his head violently from side to side.
"Noooooo. Pleeease, Pete."
Pete reached under his slave's now compliant
body and poked his finger inside Jeff's butt hole and began plundering around in there. Jeff sucked in his breath, but did nothing whatsoever to give Pete an excuse to strap his again. Pete leaned down and placed his lips on Jeff's. The older man parted his own lips and allowed the fourteen year old to snake his tongue inside his mouth. Jeff immediately began sucking on his owner's tongue, just as he knew he should. And as the two males kissed, Jeff let out a little moaning whimper of surrender.
Pete continued to kiss and pet his new conquest
until Jeff was panting and the teenager could feel the first stirrings of passion deep within his captive's tormented body.
"You do want to obey me from now on, don't you, Jeff?"
Jeff nodded slowly.
"And you're never going to disobey me, ever again. Are you, Jeff."
"No, Pete," Jeff said, and this time, he really, truly meant it.
"Then roll over for me like a good boy."
Jeff slowly allowed Pete to roll his body until he was kneeling face down on his living room floor. Jeff knelt there as docile as a lamb, his cock throbbing and sticky with his own dewy precum as he awaited whatever Pete cared to do to him..
Pete looked over at Sharma who had been
following the entire scene from across the room. Her own sex hunger had not slackened one bit. If anything, Pete's mom was hornier than ever.
"Come over here, Mom and let Jeff fuck your subbie cunt just like the dog slut you are."
Sharma crawled over to where her son had his conquest firmly in hand, and without a word, presented her backside to him. Jeff immediately moved forward until, with Sharma's hungry help, his shaft was deep inside her. Then Jeff raised up a little so he could look back as his boy owner mounted his. The older man sighed as Pete's shaft penetrated deep inside him. His hips moved forcefully, first to fuck his owner's mom, then back to meet Pete's lusty thrusts.
And as they fucked, Jeff thought to himself.
Yes, he would obey from now on. Yes he would. He would be a good little boy, and Pete wouldn't have to use the belt on him any more. And Jeff could fuck Pete's mom's cunt anytime he was told to. And her butt hole, too, if Pete told him to. And Pete would let him taste his sweet cock from time to time, and cum in his mouth, and even pee in his mouth if he wanted to. And so would Sharma if Pete told her to. And he would be a very, very good little boy from now on.
"Is it good, baby," Pete wanted to know.
"Yessss, Pete."
"And do you want me to keep my long schlong deep
in your pooper now?"
Jeff shuddered, but he also remembered the
horrible belt. And, as Pete continued to fuck him, Jeff was beginning to like the sensation of having the boy inside him; even more than he liked the sensation of fucking Pete's mom.
"Yesssss, Pete."
This time there was no resistance, no gainsaying, no struggle at all. Jeff moaned in delirious pleasure as the boy stroked into him, forcing his own cock deep inside Sharma's cunt. Anything was better than that belt. Anything at all. Jeff would be meek from now on. He would be shy and timid. He would obey. He would be sooooo good.
Pete stopped thrusting and pulled out of Jeff's
butt hole. The older man began to whine and wriggle.
"Well, silly. Beg me for it. You know you want
to. Don't you, baby."
Jeff pressed his gaping sphincter firmly up against his owner's throbbing prong and wiggled his hips seductively.
"Pleeeease, Jeff. Please put it in my ass. Pleeeease."
Jeff needed no further encouragement. He drove
hard once more into his subbie's fundament until his balls spanked the older man's already enflamed butt cheeks.. His own precum lubrication eased the pain somewhat as he stroked slowly back and forth inside the older man. But Jeff still felt as if he were being spitted. Hot tears of sex hunger laced his cheeks. The fourteen year old just loved the sound of a man whining to be fucked. Especially if he was the cause of that sound. Jeff moaned and bucked just a little until Pete playfully hand slapped his flank and told him to be still and take his butt fucking like a man.
Jeff obediently bent to the task of fucking Sharma while being fucked by her son. His balls ached for release and his cock oozed inside Sharma's cunt.
Pete knew all the signs by now.
"Do you want to cum, Jeff."
Jeff's breath was exploding in ragged bursts and sweat was popping out on his upper lip.
"Yesssssss, Pete."
Sharma was also making noises as it she were a
dog in heat.
"Mommy, Does ums want Jeff to cum right in your nasty little cunt for you? And do you want to cum yourself for your loving son?"
Sharma nodded her head in assent. Though she tried halfheartedly to convince herself it was fear of the belt that made her give in to Pete's obscene demand, Sharma knew deep down that it was her itching desire and need to be humiliated that compelled her to say 'yes.' Pete was still her owner, and she knew what she was being forced to do was so very wrong. And that made it all the more to be desired.
But she had to admit that Jeff was also a stud
with a big cock. And right now, that cock was rammed up her cunt to the hilt. And she was getting used to it; and liking it a lot.
Pete was feeling great. His mom was his sex slave totally now, as was Jeff. The boy would probably never have to use the belt on either of them ever again. Both of his sex toys knew that deep down, they wanted to serve him more than anything else.
"Go ahead. Both of you, and cum hard for me."
Hearing his owner's words of encouragement, Jeff gushed his hot sperm load deep into Sharma's hot, hungry cunt. His prick spurted and spurted, emptying his large balls into his owner's mom's most intimate place. And when he was finished, the older man fell on top of her, exhausted from his lured exertions.
Feeling Jeff's explosion inside her, Sharma fell over the edge and orgasmed over and over again. Her cries of release mixed with those of Jeff. They rocked back and forth, Jeff's squeezing butt hole giving Pete a treat as he rode the older man to the finish.
Then the boy let himself explode inside Jeff's hole. He thrust himself deep, deep inside Jeff's bottom, and came, and came, and came hot jets of purest lust.
Pete slowly withdrew from his latest conquest. And then the boy smiled his sweetest post coital smile to think that it had been he who had awakened the deep need to be dominated by a young boy in yet another person.
Satisfied for the moment, Sharma crawled away from Jeff and climbed onto the loveseat, where she silently watched her son exercise his perverse will over Jeff.
Jeff knelt on his living room floor, boy cum
dripping obscenely out of his rectum, while Pete leaned back and finger diddled the older man's spasming rosette. Jeff held himself very, very still in hopes that Pete would continue to play with his butt hole just long enough for him to cum again. But Pete had no intention of allowing his new sex toy to cum once more just yet. He wanted to get Jeff frustrated and needy for as long as he could. So each time Jeff seemed near orgasm, Pete would do something to distract him; like spanking his abused butt or squeezing his balls.
Then Jeff got to begging his owner to please let
his cum, and Pete kept putting conditions on his permission. First Jeff had to give Pete what can only be referred to as a world class blowjob. But, even though Jeff did a perfect job, still Pete wasn't satisfied. So Jeff then had to spend the next hour providing all kinds of obscene little services to Pete and Sharma. That got him a little closer to his goal, but still Pete demanded more. So Jeff finally had to do some really nasty things for Pete that involved his mom; things that are of course best left to the imagination, but which most assuredly proved beyond a shadow of doubt that he was truly and thoroughly owned by the boy.
At the end of this latest bout of humiliation and degradation, Pete had just about decided to go ahead and let Jeff get off. So he ordered Sharma to come over and plunder her hungry tongue about his fundament, licking and sucking all of Jeff's remaining boy cum out of his hole. This treatment by Pete's mom nearly drove Jeff mad with unfulfilled frustration because Pete had still refused to let him climax.
But finally Pete relented, seeing that his new
subbie was almost over the edge. Then and only then did Pete permit poor, frustrated Jeff the privilege of lewdly masterbating himself into a big cum.
So it was well past daylight when Pete finally brought his lewd domination show to a close and allowed his mom and Jeff some much needed rest. The last thing the happy Pete saw before going to sleep himself was his two grown up subbies, Jeff and Sharma, with their faces pressed firmly into each other's crotches, languidly licking away at each other till sleep finally overcame them both.
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