Pool Submissive Chapter Eight By Fabius m/MF Reluctant Humiliation S/M.
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Pete decided that the time was now right to order his subbie mom into the picture and cement his total control over her as well as his newest conquest, Jeff. The boy walked over to Jeff's telephone, called his house and ordered his mom, who had been waiting by her phone as instructed, to get her butt over to Jeff's house right now. Since Pete lived only two doors down from Jeff's house, and since it was already dark outside, Pete ordered his mom to come over in nothing but her bath robe. Sharma tried to argue her son out of this latest humiliation, but Pete would not have it.
"Look, bitch," the fourteen year old shouted into the phone, "I told you what to do, now do it!"
Sharma sobbed in defeat, knowing that she really had no choice in the matter, and had had none since she had fallen under her son's wicked spell right after Christmas Break the previous year. How that submissive fall had occurred was the subject of another story that Sharma just didn't want to think about now.
Assuming as always that his salacious orders would be carried out, Pete slammed down the phone and returned to tormenting the cringing and vulnerable Jeff who lay placidly on his own living room floor and allowed the boy to do whatever struck his fancy. And Pete's fancy was pretty sick.
Five minutes later, Jeff's doorbell rang. Pete left a shivering and moaning naked Jeff lying on his living room floor and went to the front door to let Sharma in.
As soon as mother and son were back in Jeff's living room, the boy said, "drop that robe, mom, so you'll be just as naked as my other little play toy here. Sharma, wide eyed and still unbelieving at seeing Jeff naked and covered in angry welts that she was quite certain he had gotten at the hands of her son, immediately did as she was told, knowing full well the consequences should she refuse.
For his part, Jeff just lay quietly on the floor, not looking up at the now naked mother of his tormenting young owner. He had not been told to do anything, and so he just lay there uncertain but fearful.
Pete pushed his naked mom down beside the older man on the floor and began running his palms up and down her naked back, occasionally reaching around to give her nipples a vicious pinch. Sharma began squealing in pain, big tears of pain and humiliation running down her face. Pete giggled. He liked giving his mom pain; a lot.
Without preamble, Pete smiled and cleared his throat.
"Mom. I want you to beg me to fuck you in front of Jeff. Now that would make me really happy."
Despite her innermost fears of her son's wrath, Sharma shook her head. Even now, after everything she had gone through so far for the past six months, her tortured brain refused to believe that she had heard correctly. She just sat there, completely dumbfounded. Hoping against hope that she was wrong about what she thought she had heard. How could Pete want to make her beg him to fuck her in front of Jeff. That was too sick even for Pete.
Pete's menacing voice broke through the fog that clouded Sharma's brain.
"Well, Mom. Don't you want to do what your sonny boy says? You know that it would make me just so happy for Jeff here to watch me pork you with that fat cock of mine. The very same fat cock I fucked his butt hole with not three hours ago? The very same fat cock you begged me to fuck you with last night. Don't you want to make me happy?"
Sharma hesitated just a second before replying.
"Or do I have to go get my belt and teach you all about how to obey me just like I did last week, hmmmmmm? Remember?"
Sharma suddenly cried aloud at the thought of being welted like she saw Jeff's body. She knew what that belt felt like and she didn't ever want to feel it again.
To make his point, Pete arose from the floor and strode toward the living room door, as if he were on his way to retrieve the belt.
Sharma immediately began to cry out in stark terror. She crawled on all fours after her son, her pendulous breasts swaying as she moved. Her pitiful pleas for mercy were an incoherent babble of imploring monosyllables. She clutched at Pete's hand and brought it down to her trembling lips. She kissed it fervently and sucked on the fingers in a ludicrous attempt to gain the fourteen year old's reprieve. Pete just laughed at Sharma's antics.
"Pleeeeeeease, Pete. I'll be good. I promise I wll. I'll do anything you want me to do. Pleeeeease don't get the belt again. Pleeeeeease."
Pete patted his utterly distraught mom's cheek in order to reassure her.
"So now you do agree to beg me to take pity on your nasty cunt and give you some of that famous long dong of mine, hmmmmmmm?"
Sharma vigorously nodded her head in agreement. She would do whatever it took to avoid any more pain, especially pain from being strapped by that horrible belt.
Pete giggled as he saw how earnestly his mom was attempting to communicate her willingness to obey.
"And what about poor old Jeff over there," the boy asked. "Can he fuck you' too?"
Sharma looked over at the cringing older man where he lay shivering on the floor, his eyes clamped shut in fear.
"Yes, Pete," she signed resignedly.
Pete smirked down at his two adult conquests.
"I can't wait to see him shag that mommie cunt of yours for you until you scream while I butt fuck him till he screams."
Pete's hands began caressing his mon's body once more as he continued.
"And if you beg real sexy for me, mom, I might even be persuaded to give you that treat I promised you last night."
Sharma bowed her head in humiliation and resignation. She most assuredly did not want her son's new male conquest to put his erect penis inside her body and fuck her until she screamed. The horror of the though of her having sexual relations with this man who was her son's plaything turned her stomach. But, just as surely, Sharma did not want to be abused any more by her vicious son, either.
And didn't she recall somewhere in the recesses of her dazed mind that Pete had promised her last night that if she got through this ghastly ordeal with Jeff somehow, her owner would reward her with a treat. Surely then, if she obeyed totally and made her owner son happy by her complete submission to the fourteen year old's orders, Pete would take pity on her and give her her treat. Surely he would.
The now totally confused and befuddled woman slowly turned her head up toward her leering owner who stood over her in rapt expectation of what was to come. Pete's greedy eyes moved from his naked mother cringing at his feet to Jeff lying on the floor. The boy's senses feasted on Jeff's naked and vulnerable body, covered in angry red welts from the strapping he had given him earlier in the evening, and flushed with humiliation and embarrassment. Oh how Pete hungered to take the older man and use him just as he was; physically abused and morally confused. But first he must be made to beg him for it, to humiliate himself completely before the fourteen year old and his cowed mom, to subjugate himself absolutely to his young owner's brutal carnal demands, to surrender himself totally to the boyabjectly and to beseech him with all his heart to use his enormous boy cock any way he desired upon his poor, unworthy body. Any way at all.
Pete left his naked and subservient mom weeping by the living room door and strode confidently back to the sofa where his naked subbie Jeff still lay on the floor, degradation and humiliation showing all over his face.
"Well, slut. Don't you have something to say to me?"
As he spoke, Pete reached out his hand and stroked Jeff's hair. Feeling his lecherous touch on his body, the older man cringed.
Pete put his little finger in his mouth and sucked on it until it was slickly wet with his spit. Then he placed the saliva-coated fingertip against the inside of his subbie's ear and began rummaging around with it. Jeff shivered once more, repulsed by his owner's probing finger and domineering manner.
Pete removed his wet willie, leaned over, and began licking Jeff's ear.
"Well. Answer me, silly," the fourteen year old whisper licked into the older man's ear as he allowed his hand to rove over Jeff's upper body.
Jeff tried to steel himself for what he knew he had to do, but his nerve faltered. He turned to face his owner, anguish suffusing his countenance.
"Please, Pete. Please don't make me do this. Pleeeeeease. I'll do just anything you want me to. But pppllleeeeaaaassseee don't make me do this."
Pete could barely hear Jeff's plea, so soft was his voice. Instead of answering the older man, Pete leaned down and began kissing him tenderly on the mouth while his dumbfounded naked mother watched. Jeff slowly responded, hoping against hope that by being pliant and encouraging Pete to continue kissing him, he could somehow cause his owner to have pity on him and stay his owner's terrible desire. Pete continued to kiss the older man, stroking his hair and comforting Jeff just as before. The boy so loved it when one of his conquests tried to wheedle him with seductive physical favors. Pete wondered just how far Jeff would go to keep from having to be forced into intercourse with his owner's mom. Well, now was a good time to find out, even though Pete had absolutely no intention of being deterred from his goal of making Jeff and Sharma both submit to a bout of boy fucking. First one, then the other would feel the power of his young, throbbing cock. Pete was sure of it. And Pete always got his way. Didn't he?
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