Pool Submissive Chapter Seven By Fabius m/M Reluctant Humiliation.
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Fourteen year old Pete asked the question once again of his late thirties man toy using his purring voice to coax Jeff to answer him.
"Come on now, Jeff. Answer me like a good little slut."
As much under Pete's thrall as he was, Jeff clearly heard the note of latent menace in the fourteen year old's cooing command. And Jeff was not too far gone to recognize that implicit in Pete's tone of voice was the promise for much more pain to come should Jeff answer in a way that his boy owner did not like. Jeff may have been tentatively allowing himself to become more at ease with Pete's long, slender fingers as the boy casually and possessively stroked and petted the older man's vulnerable and sex hungry body. But his mind kept reminding him that those soothing, tantalizing fingers could just as easily become rending talons at a moment's change of his owner's whim.
Sensing how close he was coming to being the woeful recipient of a further onslaught of Pete's violent and unpredictable anger, Jeff slowly nodded his bowed head in agreement.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
Jeff jerked his head back in a vain attempt to keep Pete from slapping him again. But to no avail. The fourteen year old's palm struck his cheeks with blinding pain.
"Say it out loud, bitch."
Jeff cried out in terror and agony.
"YEEEEESSSSSS. Yessss. It was a pretty show I put on for you, Pete."
Jeff broke down into sobs once more.
Pete lifted the older man's head with his outstretched hand. The fourteen year old then kissed Jeff's lips tenderly, letting his hands rove freely over whatever he could find to delight and interest him. Jeff, despite his best efforts to stifle his reaction to being so wantonly kissed and caressed by the boy, made a little moaning sound deep in the back of his throat. As Pete continued to tongue kiss him and touch his body, Jeff began tentatively to kiss back. Pete finally pulled his lips away and smiled over at his newest conquest.
Pete cupped Jeff's scrotum in his hand and squeezed it softly.
"I bet that my little Jeff would have to confine himself to just one tiny bungee cord to tie up these itty bitty nuts of his."
Jeff looked nervously down at what his owner was doing to him and wished as hard as he could that the boy would take his hand away. The older man was very frightened indeed that Pete would squeeze his nut sack to the point of screaming agony. But he knew he had better agree with his young tormentor if he didn't want to goad the boy into hurting him more.
"Yes, Pete."
Pete placed the index finger of his other hand against Jeff's slightly parted lips. The older man immediately began sucking on the proffered fingertip of his owner, just as he knew instinctively he was supposed to do.
"That's a good little slut. Now you just keep on sucking on my yummy little fingertip no matter what I do to you. Right, baby."
Jeff nodded slowly, all the while continuing to suck slavishly on Pete's fingertip.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP
Pete's other hand had released its hold on Jeff's scrotum so that he could apply a barrage of resounding slaps to the older man's cheek. Jeff almost forgot himself, so sharp was the pain on the side of his face. But he retained enough self control not to cry out, but to continue his obedient suckling of Pete's finger.
Pete smiled as he removed his moistened finger.
"What a goooood little subbie bitch you are, Jeff baby."
Jeff bowed his head in abject submission to his new boy owner.
"And you are my sexy little subbie bitch from now on. Aren't you, Jeff?"
Jeff slowly raised his head to meet his owner's gaze. Pete could see that his victim's eyes shown with fear.
"Yes, Pete. I'm your sexy little subbie bitch from now on."
"And I'll bet you would really like for my cock sucking mom to see just what kind of a sexy, slutty, subbie picture you make, too. Wouldn't you. I bet she can't even begin to guess what a truly nasty sick little slut you are after all. I bet she'll be so surprised when she sees your pink little tongue, stuck out as far as it will go, licking off all that yummy cum from her boy's nasty little cock. Won't she, baby."
Pete's harsh words started Jeff sobbing all over again. How could Pete be so tender to him one minute and so cruel the very next? The imperious fourteen year old just sat and waited for his victim to calm down once more. It took quite a while this time for Jeff to cry himself out. But Pete did not mind in the least. He used the time to amuse and entertain himself in feeling the older man up. He so enjoyed the touch of Jeff's welt covered and trembling naked flesh and the way the spirit-broken older man put up no resistance at all any more to his owner's wanton squeezing of his intimate parts.
When Jeff cried out in pain as the boy dug his fingernails agonizingly into his balls, Pete raised his fingertip to the older man's lips and pushed against them, just like before. Jeff shuddered as Pete's sensual spell came over him once more and obediently opened his mouth for his owner to stick his finger way inside. Jeff closed his eyes tight shut and began to suckle the offered finger unbidden, his manner as earlier one of abject surrender.
"Do you want Mom to see you sucking me off, Jeff?"
Jeff shook his head slowly from side to side while maintaining his sucking hold on his owner's probing finger. That probing finger was now Jeff's lifeline to his new world. And he was letting himself become intimately acquainted with it.
"Do you understand clearly that I will make you suck me off in front of Mom and then make you lick her nasty cunt and do all sorts of other sick things with her pretty soon now. And you had better obey me completely from now on and always in the future behave yourself like a good little subbie slut when you are around me and Mom."
Jeff immediately nodded his head in assent. He now knew for certain that he just had to be as good as gold from now on or Pete would become angry with him again. The older man did not want to face that prospect at all. Better by far to obey his owner and reap the erotic rewards that Pete might bestow upon him from time to time as a consequence of his submissiveness.
Pete smiled as he slowly removed his finger from between Jeff's sucking lips and casually wiped it's saliva coated dampness off on the older man's face.
Pete hummed softly as he rubbed the spit wet tip of his finger back and forth against Jeff's taut nipple.
"I bet you are really going to squeal just like a little piggie slut when I put the clothespins on your little nips for you."
Once again, Jeff nodded his head in agreement with his owner. Jeff did his best to control his growing anxiety at what his owner was saying about him.
"Does Jeff like sucking Pete's cock for him?"
Jeff, who, despite himself, was slowly but surely being turned on by Pete's finger sliding in and out of his mouth, wriggled and sighed.
"Yesssss, Pete."
Pete smiled more broadly and continued to tease the older man's sensitive nipple.
"Now, does Jeff want a nice treat? Does Jeff want to taste his owner again? Does he want to run his nasty slut tongue all over his owner's yummy cock?"
Jeff nodded his head slowly in assent and shyly let his eyes rise to meet Pete's.
"Yessss, Pete. I want to run my tongue all over your yummy cock and lick you till you cum out every last drop."
Pete was somewhat taken aback by Jeff's sudden brazenness, but recovered himself quickly.
"Well, maybe if little Jeff is very, very obedient, and does absolutely everything his owner Pete tells his to do from now on. Just maybe, Pete will let little Jeff have a yummy tasty treat after mom comes over."
Jeff smiled demurely at his owner. Now, the older man allowed himself to live in hope as well as fear. Maybe if he gave the boy a really good cum, Pete would finally allow the older man the sexual release he agonized over so badly.
Pete smiled down at his new plaything. He was just about ready to jab his ultimate scorpion sting deep into the older man's soul.
"Now, Jeff. Tell me for true. Do you love me? I mean, do you really love me?"
Jeff, whose frantic fear once again suddenly and completely overwhelmed his erotic hope, just sat there on the floor, motionless and mute. In the dim recesses of his mind, the older man caught an uncertain glimmer of where that question might lead, and he really, truly did not want to go there. But would Pete allow him to demur?
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
Jeff's head jerked horribly back and forth in response to Pete's vicious hand slaps. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jeff dimly realized that Pete had asked him a truly pivotal question designed to test just how far the older man would go to obey his boy owner. He tried his best to remember it so he could respond correctly. He so desperately wanted the pain his boy owner was inflicting upon his to stop.
"Well. Do you, Jeff?"
The older man looked at his owner with unfocused eyes.
"Do I what, Pete," Jeff whispered in a dead monotone.
"Do you love me?"
Pete giggled as he watched Jeff's attempt to try to get his act together.
Jeff concentrated very hard. He knew that the wrong answer now would result in a great deal more pain and humiliation being heaped upon him. He did not want any more of that. Really and truly he didn't. Especially from Pete. He decided to just say 'yes.'
"Yes, Pete."
Pete caressed his new sub's slap-reddened cheek tenderly. Then, the fourteen year old allowed his hand slowly and gently to trail down the older man's slender neck once more and rest softly on the blood engorged shaft of his sex toy, caressing the flesh oh so seductively.
"So that's good. If you love me, you would do anything to make me happy. Wouldn't you, Jeff?"
Jeff responded slowly, uncertain of everything except that he did not want to cause Pete to have any excuse whatsoever for giving him any more pain.
What Jeff truly wanted most of all was for Pete just simply to continue stroking his cock instead of slapping him senseless. It had felt so much better to have his owner's loving hands on his body, stroking and caressing rather than punishing and hurting. But now Jeff knew with absolute certainty that he would have to agree totally with anything and everything Pete said from now on if his hopes for more Pete loving and less Pete paining were to be realized. "
"Yes, Pete."
Pete let his hungry eyes rove across the naked older man's torso seeing him now, so meek and subservient. Pete had to exert a great deal of self control just to keep himself from dragging Jeff around his living room by his short hair right that minute, or grabbing up the belt that still lay on the bedroom floor and beating him senseless with it until the older man was completely covered by painful welts. The boy could hardly wait to see Jeff totally broken to his will. But wait he must if he were going to drive the older man all the way down the ladder of degradation. And that is exactly what the boy wanted to do more than anything else in the world.
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