Pool Submissive Chapter Three By Fabius m/M Reluctant.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was written for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit gay sex with a minor. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. After fourteen year old Pete had completely emptied his bladder into the mouth of Jeff, his late thirties submissive, the boy focused his gaze on his subbie's face. Jeff's visage glowed with peaceful contentment. It was so obvious that the older man had really enjoyed what he had been doing.
Pete leaned far over Jeff's recumbent body.
"Now isn't that a fair pay off, Jeff, my nasty old spit plus my nice hot piss." Pete giggled as he reached over and viciously pinched one of Jeff's taut nipples.
"Unnnnnn huhhhhh," Jeff replied, not able to form his lips into words because of the vicious pain in his nipple.
But Pete wanted a real answer from his subbie, not a series of grunts. So the fourteen year old twisted the turgid nipple until Jeff squealed. Then Pete viciously yanked up on Jeff's tormented pec until Jeff almost had to raise up off the bed to keep the pain from overwhelming him.
"Well, Jeff. Answer me."
The distressed older man knew that Pete was capable of tearing the nipple right off his abused pec if he did not answer him correctly and immediately.
"Yes, Pete. It's a wonderful pay off."
Jeff said the words as fast as he could and them pressed his lips back upon Pete's penis. Pete laughed out loud when he saw how anxious Jeff was to get back to his dick.
Satisfied for the moment, Pete let go of Jeff's tortured nipple, and the subbie slave's body sank back onto the bed, momentarily relieved.
Pete rewarded his subbie's intense sucking by reaching over and running his fingers along the growing bulge in the older man's crotch. Jeff wriggled and whined for more.
Pete just could not get enough of watching his adult subbie be degraded and humiliated. The only thing better for him would have been if he could cause even more humiliation and pain. But the night was still young.
Finally, at Pete's order, Jeff reluctantly pulled his face away from his young owner's crotch and looked inquiringly over at Pete for new instructions.
"OK, Jeff. You did that real good. And for a treat, why don't you slide over so I can lay down beside you on my stomach so you can get at my cute little butt hole. I bet I'll just love it just as soon as you begin using that nasty tongue of yours on my puckery little rosette."
While the words were still coming out of Pete's mouth, Jeff was sliding over to make room for the boy on his bed. Pete sighed, stretched, and lay prone on the older man's bed, his thighs wantonly splayed because he knew what was coming next. Once Pete was settled, Jeff gently spread Pete's firm butt cheeks apart with his hungry, groping fingers and moved his face between them. His nose was rewarded by a faint, whiff of Pete's musk that only encouraged him all the more to do as Pete had told his. Jeff wanted so badly to hear his owner's sexy noises. He wanted to be the cause of them. His soft lips instantly latched onto his owner's rose and his tongue began to lick softly all around it and to probe and prod.
Pete stirred at the touch of the older man's tongue skittering around his hole and began making happy sounds as Jeff continued rimming him. The boy humped his hips slightly, thrusting back against the proffered tongue. Jeff responded by snuffeling around even deeper into his owner's opening rosette. Pete serenely pillowed his face on his arms and then proceeded to emit a long, contented series of little animal like squeals and squeaks.
"I really like your slutty old tongue licking around my pooper, Jeff," Pete whispered huskily as his slave continued to poke and probe with his hungry tongue. Pete reached around and patted Jeff's head as a sign of encouragement as the older man continued to lick and slurp away at his enjoyable task.
"But I'll really come unglued when you put that sick, nasty little tongue of yours to good use right inside my hole. You just know you want to. Don't you, little man."
Jeff did in fact want to jab his tongue deep into his owner's butt hole in the worst kind of way, and he wasted no time following Pete's orders. As he licked down the boy's butt crack to lodge his probing tongue as far as he could in his owner's hole, Jeff's penis began oozing sex mucus. This was such a turn on for the submissive; blatantly eating out his young owner's butt hole.
Jeff was in paradise as he thrust his tongue as far as it would go into Pete's moist hole. The musky flavor of this boy owner of his was strong and therefore especially stimulating to the sex hungry older man. Pete was a real meal. Jeff hungered to partake fully of every course. And from the way that Pete was squirming in response to the older man's erotic tonguing, it was going to be a feast, indeed.
Feeling in control of Jeff as never before Pete decided that the time was right to carry his plans for the older man's total downfall to the next level.
"Stop licking me, Jeff. I want to play with you some more."
Jeff reluctantly took his ravenous tongue out of Pete's hole and slowly and carefully rolled his owner over once more so that now he was face up on his bed, wantonly displayed and turgid once more.
"Jack me off, slut. I want to feel your fingers stroking my dick right this minute."
Jeff happily slid his hand along his young owner's penis and began stroking him slowly. After a few happy minutes of this action, Pete felt the first stirrings of a great orgasm.
"If you keep that up, I'm going to cum all over your fingers," Pete announced as he began to wriggle and pant. Jeff's mind, budding with unconsummated lust, continued to cup his fingers to their obscene work of sliding along the boy's blood gorged penis. Finally, Pete could hold back no more, and he spasmed in a hot, delicious orgasms, spraying cum all over Jeff's pistoning fingers. Then Jeff, unbidden by his boy owner, slowly raised his mucus-coated hand to his mouth and began to slurp and lick Pete's sex cream right off his fingers. Pete rewarded Jeff's action by smiling his sweet wicked little smile.
"I can't believe that I just did that, Pete."
Pete smiled up at his man lover and tousled his hair.
"I know, Jeff. But now, let's see what else my Jeff slut is capable of doing. Now, lay down beside me."
Jeff lay on his bed and Pete began to stroke the older man's thigh; back and forth, up and down. Jeff began to writhe in sex hunger and unfulfilled need. The older man splayed his thighs as wide as he could, and Pete took the cue and slid his hand right up against the older man's hard penis. Just as before, Jeff wriggled and gurgled in purest lust as Pete continued to tease and torment him with his masturbating fingers until the older man could stand it no longer and begged to be allowed to cum. Of course, Pete refused, and only laughed out loud as the older man begged him more and more.
Just when he thought Jeff was about to go over the edge, Pete wickedly removed his stroking hand. Jeff sobbed a great sob of sex hunger, but did not move away from his young tormentor.
"Let's try something new. Sit up, slut," Pete suggested.
Pete, then slid around right behind his subbie and reached around him and began fondling Jeff's thigh. Jeff sighed and whimpered at the depraved attention he was getting from his owner. He wanted so badly to orgasm, but Pete was only in the mood to tease and distract him. As he stroked and teased his subbie's thigh Pete thought about the long, wide, leather belt that lay in his overnight bag. Actually, as Pete let his hand rove higher and higher to the accompaniment of Jeff's little hunger whimpers, he kind of hoped that his subbie WOULD balk at some of the things he wanted to do to him. Because that would give him all the excuse he needed to go to town on the older man with that belt. The thought of a bareass naked squealing and pleading Jeff groveling in front of him on his knees after he had used that bad belt of him to touch him up a little turned Pete on more than just a little bit. So, even if his obvious hold on the older man's soul did convince his subbie to do what he said, Pete might just use the belt on him anyway, simply for the fun of it. All sorts of dissolute images involving his painful and humiliating sexual abuse of his subbie filtered through Pete's lust flushed brain as he kept stroking his hungry subbie. Pete had to admit that he had a pretty sick imagination where Jeff was concerned. But that made it all the more fun.
As for Jeff, he was now panting and wriggeling on the bed, parched and famished for sexual release.
Pete was not making things any easier for his subbie. His groping hand had strayed up to Jeff's large pecs, and the fourteen year old was stroking and tweaking the smooth, soft skin in sheerest delight. The boy thought it would be just the neatest thing to make his subbie squeal over and over just like a little girl. So he pinched and scratched until Jeff did just that. Then he went back to slowly, devilishly stroking the older man's now painfully hard prick.
For his part, Pete knew that he had no constraints whatsoever imposed upon his own behavior. He could play with the older man in any way he felt like at the moment. Nothing would be beyond him this night, and they both knew it.
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