Pool Submissive Chapter Five By Fabius m/M Reluctant, S/M.
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When Pete had convinced himself that Jeff was truly his to do with as he chose, the fourteen year old bent over and whispered the obvious question into Jeff's ear.
"Was it good, baby. Does my sweet, slutty subbie agree to behave from now on and do what I tell him? You nasty little boy cock eating slut, you. Tell me right now."
As he whispered into his sex toy's ear, Pete stroked the back of the older man's neck with his fingers. Then he let his hand trail slowly down Jeff's naked and welt marked back to the swell of his butt where he stopped to play for awhile around the little vee of the man's tailbone. Pete could already feel the raised marks that he had given Jeff's flank and butt as he tenderly groped and patted the older man's butt for him.
Jeff was so frightened of what Pete might do to him that he remained stark still; just like a deer in the headlights.
Pete reached down and casually picked up his belt from where he had dropped on the floor.
"I asked you a question, bitch."
STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.
Pete's arm was young but it was powerful, and he had the advantage of knowing just where his strokes would cause the most pain.
Jeff's body jerked and wriggled with each strap of the belt on his already abused flesh. The naked man cried out in the starkest pain and terror; then froze solid as he felt Pete's hand touch his flesh once more. The fourteen year old slid his palm once again along Jeff's back, running his index finger along the crisscross of welts that were now so prominent.
"You know, Jeff. I just love giving pain to grown up man bitches like you. So you just keep misbehaving, and I'll just keep beating the living shit out of you. OK?"
Once again Pete raised the belt to strike his cringing victim.
STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP.
Jeff was now beside himself with pain. He screamed hoarsely as he wriggled and writhed around. So totally unconscious was he of his nakedness that he did not even bother to try to cover his intimate parts from the hungry gaze of Pete. He just kept thrashing about on the floor, giving the boy tantalizing glimpses of his abused charms. Pete took full advantage of the older man's vulnerability and stroked his metal belt tip right down on Jeff's exposed penis and balls. The older man howled and curled up into a protective ball around his tormented sex flesh. Jeff begged and begged Pete to stop.
After a time, Pete grew bored with strapping Jeff and hearing him scream in agony. He wanted to get on with the older man's training.
"Jeff!" Pete said the name with command in his voice.
Jeff, in the midst of his torment, heard that command and immediately jerked to attention on the floor.
"Jeff. Are you going to behave me now like the good little slut I know you want to be or do I have to keep swatting your body with my nasty ole belt?"
Pete casually swung the belt back and forth while Jeff stared up at it from his place on the floor as though he were completely mesmerized by a cobra.
Pete reached out his other hand and began stroking around Jeff's well strapped but still vulnerable pubes.
"Well. Are you going to be a good little slut for me from now on?"
Jeff could see no other way out.
"I'll behave, Pete," the older man sobbed barely above a whisper.
Pete leaned over and asked him once more.
"Say it so I can hear you, bitch."
Jeff looked up into Pete's fixed and evil stare just exactly like a wounded and trapped animal, which, of course, he was.
"I'll behave from now on, Pete."
Pete let the belt slip slowly from his fingers onto the floor beside him.
"And so we won't need bad ole Mr. Belt, anymore. Will we, sweetie? "
Jeff shuddered.
"No. Please no. Please, no more belt."
Pete slid his fingers along the older man's cheek. Then he moved to his slightly parted lips. Then across his chin.
"That's my good little subbie slut. He's going to be sooooooo obedient for his owner Pete from now on. Isn't he?"
Jeff shuddered once more at Pete's tantalizing fingers and his hypnotic words.
"Yes. I'll be a good boy from now on, Pete."
Pete suddenly reached his hand back and gave Jeff three stinging slaps on his face.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
Jeff cringed and tried to scoot his body across the floor and away from Pete's menacing hand. But the fourteen year old grabbed a handful of the older man's pubic hair and jerked him back.
"Weren't you listening to me? Who am I, bitch?"
Jeff squealed as Pete pulled his pubic hair really hard.
"WHO AM I?"
Jeff struggled to form the words but the pain was blocking out everything else.
Pete let go of his pubic hair.
"Who am I, baby," Pete purred down at his terrified victim, his fingers once more stroking the nape of the older man's neck.
Jeff's lower lip trembled and he began to sob.
"You're my owner, Pete."
Big, hot tears streamed down Jeff's slap-reddened face.
Pete leaned his face until his lips were touching Jeff's.
"That's right, baby. I'm your owner, Pete. And, from now on, you're my little subbie Jeff. And don't you ever, ever forget it. Now, shut up and kiss me, you nasty man. I'll tell you a little secret, baby. I just love hurting grown up man sluts just like you until they cry their little eyes out and beg me to let them obey me. And then I just adore kissing the soul right out of them."
Pete parted his lips and waited impatiently for Jeff to follow suit. Slowly, the older man allowed his lips to part and Pete began kissing him passionately. Jeff did not want to kiss this teenage tormentor, but he now knew better than to disobey. As he kissed, he could do nothing but wonder when would this nightmare be over for him.
Pete twined his hungry young tongue around Jeff's, mixing his saliva with that of his victim. Then, he stabbed his tongue deep into Jeff's warm, wet mouth and pulled back. Jeff went slack.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
"Look, Jeff. From now on, when I stick my tongue in your mouth, I expect you to suck on it for me. That's just what I like from subbie little man sluts like you. OK, stupid?"
Jeff nodded his head in understanding.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
Jeff's face was once again inflamed with Pete's painful slaps.
"Do you understand me, you stupid turd?"
A totally terrified Jeff used all his mental strength to pull himself together in the face of Pete's renewed cruelty.
"Yes, Pete. I understand."
Pete fixed the older man with his stare.
"Then repeat it out loud for me," he said in a syrupy sweet voice.
Jeff shuddered then whispered the words Pete wanted to hear.
"From now on, when you put your tongue in my mouth, you want me to suck it."
Pete made a motion with his hand that indicated that he wanted Jeff to continue.
Jeff concentrated very hard on what he was being made to say.
"Because that's what you like from subbie little man sluts like me."
Pete clapped his hands and smiled down on his new conquest. Then he put his palm on Jeff's shoulder and slowly rolled his over on his back. Knowing what would happen to him if he put up any resistance whatsoever to his young tormentor, Jeff did not do one thing to inhibit Pete's action.
Pete was becoming very satisfied indeed with Jeff's complete docility, especially considering how short a time he had had to work with him. The fourteen year old began languidly fondling the older man's firm pecs, humming contentedly to himself as he explored and petted Jeff's skin. He pinched the taut nipples. Then he leaned down and casually sucked one of Jeff's nipples into his mouth, knowing that the man would not dare to object to this kind of lewd treatment.
Jeff was very afraid. He anticipated that Pete would try to hurt him in some way or other and he endeavored to brace himself for the pain. When Pete did nothing but just quietly suck the older man's nipple, Jeff relaxed slightly; but only slightly. After a while, Pete pulled his face away from the saliva-glistening nipple.
"See, Jeff. If you just lie there and do whatever I say, I won't hurt you at all. But if you give me any shit whatever, I'll hurt you till you faint from the pain. Then I'll wake you up and hurt you some more. Got it?"
Jeff let out a sharp gasp as he comprehended the truth of Pete's words.
"Yes, Pete."
Pete continued to fondle and grope the older man's naked and vulnerable body; all the while smiling down on his new plaything. If there was anything better than a willing subbie, it was an unwilling one. Pete squeezed Jeff's turgid nipple between his fingers and thumb until Jeff began whimpering from the pain.
Pete looked down at Jeff the way a hawk looks down on a scurrying rodent out in the open. He took one of Jeff's hands and forced the older man to place it next to his saliva coated nipple.
"Now be a good little subbie and pinch that nipple of yours real hard for me. I just adore watching man sluts like you pinching their own nipples till they squeal."
Jeff's eyes grew wide in disbelief. It was clear the Pete that the older man did not want to follow his order.
"Where's my belt," Pete said the words slowly and softly. That was enough.
Jeff pinched his own nipple as hard as he could. Waves of sharp pain radiated out from the tormented flesh, and Jeff shed big wet tears of pain.
"Wow," Pete said incredulously. "You really pinched your nipple enough to draw tears."
Jeff just kept pinching and weeping.
When he had enjoyed enough of Jeff's humiliation at being forced to pinch his own nipple, Pete finally pulled Jeff's fingers away from their assignment.
"That's a good Jeff. That's real good. You just keep behaving like that and everything will be alright. Now, does anybody in the room have to take a piss?"
Pete giggled at his rhetorical question.
"I do. I do," said the fourteen year old.
Jeff looked up at his young owner with fear in his eyes.
"Well, Jeff. I think I know you well enough by now that if you ask me nicely if I would allow you the privilege of drinking my peepee so I don't have to waste a trip to the bathroom, I'd let you do it."
Jeff shuddered. But Pete made his point with an especially vicious penis squeeze.
"Yes, Pete," Jeff said from between clenched teeth. "Pete, would you mind letting Jeff slut drink your peepee for you?"
Pete smirked and acted as if he were debating the matter with himself.
"Ask me if I'm willing to let you do it for me anytime I tell you to from now on."
Pete looked down at Jeff.
"Well, Jeff. Ask me."
Jeff really, truly did not want to have to ask Pete that question, but the feel of Pete's fingernails pressing viciously into the underside of his throbbing penis convinced him otherwise.
"Would you let me, Pete?"
Pete looked down at Jeff.
"Sure, Jeff. I think that it's only fair for you to have to beg me to allow you the privilege of drinking my pee. What about it, Jeff?"
Once again, Jeff knew he had no choice but to obey.
"Yes, Pete."
Pete clapped his hands and sat down on the bed and motioned for Jeff to move between his spread legs. Pete removed his hand completely from Jeff's body as a sign that the man was doing this of his own accord. Jeff shivered once more, turned his head so that he faced Pete's splayed thighs, and reluctantly slid his face in close to the boy's crotch.
Pete barely gave the older man enough time to prepare before releasing his hot, pungent stream. Jeff gurgled deep in his throat as he began drinking his owner's acrid pee. For the next minute or so, Pete sprayed and Jeff gulped. Then Pete finally finished his peeing.
Jeff was just pulling his face away when Pete's restraining hand on the side of his head stopped him.
"Lick me clean, bitch. I can see I still have a lot of work ahead of me teaching you how to drink piss the right way."
Jeff knew that it was less than useless to fight. So he turned his face back to the job at hand and licked the last few golden drops from Pete's ypung cock head.
Pete finally relented and let the older man up.
"Well, Jeff. Do you agree to drink down my peepee whenever I tell you to from now on, and beg me for the privilege?"
Jeff knew exactly what he must say.
"Yes, Pete. I agree. I want to drink your pee from now on, Pete."
Pete smirked his most evil smirk.
"OK, slut. Then I think it's time we went on to the next part of your training. Don't you, Jeff?"
The older man could only nod and whisper his agreement. He realized right at that moment that he had descended a long way into the well of pain and humiliation at the hands of this fourteen year old boy who was gaining more and more control over him with each passing minute. But he also knew there was still a long way to go before he reached bottom. And he would reach bottom.
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