Pool Submissive Chapter Four By Fabius m/M Reluctant S/M.
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The fourteen year old boy had finally acquiesced to the pleas of his man subbie and allowed Jeff to begin licking and sucking him again.
"You really like to eat boy cock, don't you," giggled Pete as he watched Jeff press his face deep into Pete's crotch in a profound attempt to find and devour every last drop of boy cum".
"I hope you likes eating pussy just as much. I've never tasted mom, of course. But I'm going to make you eat her out till she begs you to stop".
That quip from Pete brought another giggle to his lips. For his part, Jeff was concentrating as hard as he could to lap his boy owner's penis that he hardly heard what Pete was saying. As he slurped and sucked, his own hunger for release gnawed at him. Oh how he wished that his tormentor would stop his vicious teasing and just go ahead and let him get himself off once and for all. But Jeff was the subbie, and because of that fact, he knew that what he most wanted and needed was of absolutely no concern whatever to Pete.
Finally, when Pete had had enough of the older man's tongue and lips on his you ng, turgid prick, the fourteen year old deigned to notice his slave's agitated distress.
"Does Jeff wanna cum too,?"
Jeff looked over at his owner with stark hopelessness in his eyes.
"Yeeeeesssss, Pete. Jeff wants to cum, too. Please, Pete. Jeff wants to cum real bad. Pleeeease let Jeff cum. Pleeeeeassssseee."
More giggles and smirks from the the fourteen year old. He knew he had Jeff right where he wanted him.
Pete fixed Jeff with his gaze.
"No! Not now, Jeff. You still have a lot of nasty work to do for me and for mom too when I tell her to get her butt over here and join the fun. I get to play with my little Jeff lots more before you get your nice reward."
A frenzied and dejected Jeff slumped wearily against Pete's naked body, despair and humiliation suffusing his entire being. Pete took the opportunity to place his trailing hand on the older man's flank. Jeff whimpered aloud as the boy reached around and slid his hand along the older man's crotch. The fourteen year old giggled continuously as he stroked, pinched, and tweaked Jeff's rock hard and twitching penis, substituting sharp flashes of painful anguish with instances of sweet sex pleasure.
The older man began to whine and whimper piteously.
"You heard me, Jeff. You can't cum right now, you nasty slut, you. Maybe later, if you behave. But not now."
Jeff began to cry bitter tears as his young owner continued to molest and torment his sex. But the older man knew that he must continue to block his own desperate need to cum and just allow Pete to do anything his erotic whims incited him to do. He knew instinctively that, for him to show the slightest signs of rebelliousness would only result in his having to endure a level of pain and humiliation that would be far worse than what he was suffering now. So he just lay on the bed and cried while Pete continued to pet and play with him.
After what seemed to Jeff to be a lifetime of torment and teasing, Pete slid off the bed, reached over, placed his hands on Jeff's naked shoulders, and slowly raised the man to a sitting position on the bed. Jeff was so distracted by his own sex hunger that he barely noticed.
"Jeff, pay attention. I've got something I want you to do for me right now."
Pete reached out and slapped his slave several times across the face to get his attention. When he saw that his subbie was more or less back to normal, Pete gave him his next set of instructions.
"Jeff, I want you to put your arms around my neck, and give me a big, wet, sloppy french kiss. Oh, and while you're kissing me, I want you to use those slutty hands of yours to really feel me up. Then I want you to slide that slick little penie of yours all up and down my thigh. Really grind that nasty cock of yours into my thigh, just like a doggie trying to get off on his master's leg. I want you to put on an authentic slut show for me to enjoy. You know what I want, don't you Jeff baby; really dirty.
Having been duly slapped back into obedience mode by his owner, Jeff instantly did as he was told. He slid his naked body forward off the bedside until it was in contact with that of Jeff who was standing beside the bed. Then the slave wrapped his long arms around his young owner's neck and hugged him tight. Their pecks mashed against each other and Jeff's legs wound hungrily around Pete's narrow hips. Then, Jeff placed his lips directly on Pete's and began kissing the boy passionately.
Pete responded immediately. His mouth opened wide and Jeff's tongue snaked deep inside, tasting his young owner's saliva on his tongue. The older man figured that if this was the only way that he could taste his owner's spit, then it would just have to do.
Jeff's hunger to kiss the boy who owned him body and soul must represent some long pent up need in Jeff to make love to Pete; a need that he had suppressed all summer long but could suppress no longer. His hunger for the boy was finally unleashed.
Jeff began running his hands over his boy owner, wantonly roving over Pete's body; stroking, rubbing, exciting.
Because of what he was doing to the boy, Jeff was quickly coming to a total state of arousal. He began humping Pete's upper thigh just like a male dog who needs to get off in the worst way. He did not ever want to stop his sexy undulating against his owner. It felt soooo good to be kissed by Pete. Jeff wanted it never to end. And he wanted more.
Feeling Jeff's arousal, Pete reached out and grabbed the chair from beside the bed and slowly settled himself into it. As he did, the sex starved older man slid away from Pete's body so he could straddle his owner's slender thigh. Then he began to grind his wanting cock and balls slowly back and forth along the boy's leg. Oh, God. It felt wonderful to frig himself on his owner's leg.
Pete sensed the approaching orgasm that Jeff so desperately wanted. But the boy didn't want his slave to cum yet at all. He wanted to keep the older man completely off balance long enough for the fourteen year old to gain complete control over him.
"Jeff. It's time for a treat, baby. Slide that slutty bod of yours down to your knees and put your face in my yummy crotch. I bet if you give my prick a good lick of your nasty old tongue, I'll let you taste some of my nice precum."
"And if you eat me out as good as you did before you'll soon be tasting a big load of my boy cum all over that nasty pink tongue of yours."
Jeff immediately did as he was told. Soon, Jeff was face deep in Pete's smooth young crotch, snuffeling, and licking, and lapping away for all he was worth at his owner's boyhood. His own erection throbbed between his legs, screaming for release.
"Pete. Pllleeeeeasssseee. Jeff needs to cum real baaaaad. Oh, pppplllleeeeaaaasssseeee."
Pete smiled down at his slave after hearing his wanton request. He shook his head and giggled wickedly to hear the older man be so blatant in his plea for sexual release.
"No, Jeff. I don't want you to cum yet. But I think you better put my cock back in your mouth. You go right ahead and suck all you want to. You know how much it turns me on to watch a grown man like you such my cock. I might even share you with some of my buddies at school if you do a really great job."
Immediately, Pete began to buck his crotch hard up against Jeff's face and very soon indeed, the boy squirted a gush of love mucus into Jeff's sucking mouth. Jeff instinctively and avidly drank up what Pete was giving him. He gurgled in delight as his young owner's spunk drizzled down his hungry throat.
When he was cummed out, the fourteen year old boy reached down and slapped Jeff hard on the cheek to get his full attention.
"Jeff. I want you to open wide for me right this second and let me wash down all that good boy cum. Get ready to start drinking another fountain of my golden pee. Right in your slutty mouth. Understand. And I want you to hold your mouth right up against my cock if you have to, and you better make sure you drink every last drop of my sweet piss all down. 'Cause if you don't, I'm going to beat that slut ass of yours so bad you won't be able to sit down for a week."
Jeff knew the tone of Pete's voice by now, and he understood that his young owner would accept no challenge of his orders. So the older man immediately placed his palms on either side of Pete's hips and forced his face deep in the boy's crotch. Pete pressed the older man's head down with both hands so he could not buck himself off. At the same time, Pete let loose a hot stream of pungent golden fluid, right into his slave's yawning mouth. The stream was hard and powerful as it filled Jeff's mouth to overflowing. The older man began to sputter and squeal, trying his best to get away from the hot, golden stream. But Pete held onto Jeff's head, pressing it in a vice like grip, and forced the older man's mouth right up against his spurting prick. When Jeff could take no more boy piss into himself, he clamped his mouth shut in an effort to keep from having to ingest any more. Pete's spray drenched his nose, eyes, and chin.
"You're not drinking, Jeff," Pete warned with vicious malice in his tone.
The panicked older man, knowing what Pete would do to him if he did not immediately force his mouth open once more. Pete reached down and pressed his thumbs against Jeff's cheeks sharply where the jaw lines met. Jeff had no choice but to open his mouth wide once more or suffer the excruciating pain of having his jaw nerves pinched by his owner. Though Jeff continued to sputter and try to get away, Jeff forced him to keep drinking until the boy's bladder was completely empty.
When Pete had peed all he could, he spread his legs wide and took his hands away from Jeff's head. The near drowned, confused and now horrified older man immediately backed away from Jeff's crotch and looked around the room wildly.
"Come back here, slut, and clean me off," Pete shouted.
Jeff shook his head vigorously. He was terribly disoriented and totally disconcerted by his freakish situation. Jeff looked at his owner with a dazed expression on his face.
"I can't take this any more. Please, Pete. Please go away."
Pete smiled viciously as if he has been waiting all evening for this to happen. He slowly reached over to where his overnight bag lay on the floor and removed his long leather belt from inside. Then he stood up and walked over to where his hysterical subbie lay naked on the floor, drenched in boy pee.
"Well, slut. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to teach you how to obey me. And right now, I gave you an order, and you better get that mouth of yours on my crotch and clean me off really good. Now, give my cock a nice, big, slobbery wet kiss and say `thank you'."
Jeff shook his head again.
"Pleeeease go away, Pete," cried the frightened older man.
STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.
The metal tipped tongue of Pete's leather belt bit searingly into his subbie's vulnerable naked flesh. The older man's chest, his flank, his stomach and his legs all were treated to a dose of burning pain. Jeff hurt as though he had been treated to a dose of branding iron. The terrified man screamed shrilly and crouched in the corner of his bedroom and began howling at the top of his lungs. He instinctively collapsed into a foetal position and rolled around on the floor. Pete watched his subbie's antics and waited for the initial shock of pain to subside, then he lashed out at the older man's naked and vulnerable body once more.
STRAP. STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.
The belt bit viciously into Jeff's unprotected side, and rump, and thigh. The man cried out hideously and rolled around violently on the floor. His abused body was beginning to show a series of angry red welts where his boy owner's belt had struck. Seeing the results of his handiwork, Pete redoubled his efforts to give his subbie even more to squeal about.
STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.
Jeff wailed like a lost soul and writhed about on the floor caught in the throes of unbelievable agony. And as he wriggled like a netted fish, Jeff continued strapping him without a tincture of remorse.
STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.
The last series caught Jeff as he lay insensate on his back. His chest, stomach, and upper thighs were subjected to a merciless and excruciating barrage of blows.
"OHHHH GODDDDDDD. GODDDDDDDDD, GODDDDDDDDDD. OHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDD. PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE SSSTTTOOOPPP. OHHH GGGGOOOOODDDDD."
Once again Pete waited for the initial shock of pain to subside. After a long while, Jeff stopped rolling around and lay still, a broken, whimpering wretch.
"Now, slut. Are you ready to obey me and kiss my cock just like I told you to."
Jeff slowly raised his head off the floor and looked fixedly at his owner as he stood over him, the menace of him clearly revealed in his arrogant stance. Jeff's eyes followed the tip of Pete's belt as it swung from his hand. The older man was totally fixated on the source of his anguish.
"Why, Pete. Why."
STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.
Jeff's back, butt, and legs were now covered in welts from Pete's stinging belt. He was once again writhing on the floor, screaming and squealing his lungs out.
This time, Pete had to wait for almost ten minutes until Jeff lay still once more, whimpering softly to himself.
"Last chance, Jeff," Pete said, a low, animal growl in the back of his throat.
Somewhere from deep within his fevered brain, Jeff suddenly realized that Jeff was ready, willing, and able to beat him within an inch of his life. With that stark realization came an unambiguous understanding that he had better obey, at least for the time being. So, slowly, painfully, the naked man slithered across the floor until his face rested between the boy's legs. Then, by the exertion of great effort and despite the dregs of his pain, Jeff pressed his lips tentatively and trimulously against his boy owner's hairless crotch and planted a chaste baby kiss on the offered prick head.
Pete reached down and slapped Jeff's upturned face several times.
"I told you to KISS my cock, not peck at it. Now get your slutty face between my legs and KISS my cock. You should be grateful to me for my generosity and be eager to let me know just how much you appreciate it."
Frantic with fear, Jeff immediately put his face back between Jeff's splayed thighs and began licking and smooching all over his owner's turgid prick.
Pete just smiled and stood proudly over his broken spirited subbie and reveled in the fact that he had made him do something that he so obviously did not want to do. Here was the first step toward his total control of the older man's soul. And he couldn't wait for more.
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