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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 30
There is a street light next to the park entrance and there is a bench with a raised flowerbed which people pissed behind. And a bin where people had put any rubbish that wouldn't fit on the ground! It was a well known spot for druggies and fucking. I headed there and I put on quite a trot cause I thought, if I'm late I'll miss them and then they'll think I didn't turn up and that'll set them off - Dean liked to beat me up enough I didn't need to give him another excuse; he was a bit out of his tree.
But Dean and Luke weren't standing by the bench. It was Baldy and Monster standing there in the pool of light like they didn't like to sit on the bench cause it was sticky and who knows what.
I don't know why they weren't down the pub.
And then I saw Dean and Luke were there, hidden behind the tanks, John as well hanging well back. They were all lined up and in the dark so I didn't notice, until I walked on and there they were, queued like they were all waiting for something to arrive, like a bus ... or something.
So it looked like Jake and Po didn't turn up. Well Po already said he wouldn't and Jake, well I didn't know where he was. The others would be enough. And now the tanks were there I was suddenly thinking they all wanted to beat me up and that's when it occured to me I wished Po and Jake were there, cause they would protect me. But I marched in anyways. I'm a idi-fucking-ot sometimes.
"Here she is," smirked Baldy as I approached. "Lady boy! Takes her time like a real girl!"
Monster nodded, "Doing her makeup!"
"Doing her hair," muttered Luke with a laugh, which everyone ignored.
They were all looking at me and it seemed like it took for ages for me to get even close - like I was a snail suddenly and my legs wouldn't walk, like I was in high-heels and a hair-do and makeup and a tiny black skirt, not shiny Adidas shorts, and like my chest had felt big and strong now felt like a pair of boobs in a tank-top! I thought, 'This isn't fair, having to walk up to them from a distance getting stared at like a cunt on stilts ...'
They was just standing looking at me approach and just sort of smirking.
Anyway, when I was that close, Dean was the one to talk. "These guys want to see some fag service," he said simply, and almost like an apology.
I knew immediately what had happened; they had been bragging about what a fag I was and the Tanks had eventually decided it was too good an opportunity to see what these straight boys saw in a pooftie who just did what everybody said. It was predictable stuff - but also kind of cool, like if I was to be servicing two giant men with big, demanding cocks who knew exactly what they wanted from a sub like me.
Baldy took one step towards me but Dean side-stepped him and grabbed my arm and pulled me into his side so that he was holding me as though he was physically giving me to Baldy to have. I really felt like a kind of livestock he was handing over. "Here it is then," said Dean, gripping my arm kind of painfully as though I really might be about to run off.
"I can see that," said Baldy. "Come here, Dolly; I ain't gonna hurt you, silly. So this little poof. She's certainly a pretty thing!" He flicked my Elvis collar and then stood back, like he was judging me for a sale.
I smiled despite being kinda petrified.
"But I can see all her junk! How can that be good?" said Monster.
"That's how it likes to dress," said Dean, like mansplaining on my behalf.
"Well it's fucking disgusting," said Monster. "At least have the decency to make it less obvious for fucks sake I can't see how yous lot make out with a fag all the faggot's junk sticking out like that! It's fuckindisgustin'!"
Baldy smiled. "Yeah. I know. It's fucking weird innit?! But," he brushed my cheek with the backs of his fingers, "she's gonna do the right thing, intcha? She's gonna be a fag isn't she?"
I blushed.
"Oh yeah!" Dean said, confirming what Baldy suggested. "Show him." He pulled on my arm, and I knelt. Dean pushed my head. I sank lower under the weight of it and felt my shorts ride tighten as my knees made contact with the gritty pavement and Baldy's feet were getting close.
"Lick his trainers, fag," Dean ordered like he was my handler. So I did.
I stuck my tongue out and licked his toe, they were scuffed grey-white Reboks like I expected an older straight guy to wear. The suede toe felt rubbery on my tongue. I could see the laces had a knot in them as I started to lick near the eyelets, and I pushed the edge of his denims up a bit to kiss the top edge at his ankle. I could smell the cheesiness of his sport socks and I was about to even pull down his socks a bit so I could kiss the skin when Baldy pulled his foot away with an, "Oi, that's enough."
But he meant me to do the other one which he moved forward and I went towards like a bee towards a fresh source of nectar.
"Certainly likes it," he said. "Oooh yes, yes, it does!" confirmed Dean enthusiastically, like a car salesman. "Licks our trainers all the time! And wipes them and like ... piss and stuff yeah? Anything! Fucking mental. And gets off on it. You watch."
I was getting hard, and my shorts were getting even tighter.
"And show him the other bit," Luke chimed in, suddenly finding his voice.
"What other thing?. Oh. Yeah. That. Look at me!" Dean said, "Look up here and," I looked, "and and open your mouth."
I did as he told me, happy to demonstrate that I really was a sub. Dean dropped a big gob square into my throat. I swallowed it quickly and opened my mouth like, again, like, for more. "Ew," muttered Monster.
"What do you say fag?" "Thank you for gobbing in my mouth," I said. Monster laughed with disgust and covered his eyes briefly.
"Yeah. See? It likes that. It loves it," announced Dean.
"That is so fucking degraded," said Baldy with a grin, like Monster had, wiping his eyes like he was visualising getting Dean's phlegm in his face. Monster and John were both looked away like it was so sick.
And I was so proud to be degraded, you know, by my friends! I ... I was just proud, that's all. I don't know what's wrong with me, I really don't.
Dean glanced at Baldy for acknowledgement, and down at me admiringly, and then his expression changed: "Hey, fuckwhere's your lead?"
He squatted down and felt round my neck as it it might have got hidden. "It's not here. Where is it? You fucking removed it - without permission? Are looking to get beat up?" "Po took it! Po took it off," I said quickly, " cause he said he wasn't happy with it cause it ... made me look like a fag ..."
That's when everybody laughed. Me included. Like I could conceivably look more like a fag than I did right now. "So where is it now then?" "He's got it! Po."
But then Dean saw something else, "And what's all this? Fu-uuck man!" I didn't respond immediately. "What's this? Stand up. What's all this? What the fuck is all this?"
I stood up, reluctantly.
Baldy came closer and took a look at my neck and started laughing; then Monster and then even John. Then Luke.
"What is it?" said Dean, confused.He was staring at it like it was some kind of disease.
"It's a love bite, you moron," said John, like he knew from personal experience. "It's a hickey! Like when you're kissing too hard and it makes this red mark yeah?" he said. "Yeah we know what a love bite is!" said Luke, speaking for both of them, him and Dean.
John continued, "Hey who give you this? Was it a bloke? You been playing doctors and nurses ... or doctors and doctors?" Everybody laughed. "Doctors and doctors," said Luke with a laugh.
"Yeah," I said. I was panicking, trying to think and not incriminate Po. "A girl," I said.
"Yeah right!" said John, clearly disbelieving.
"With Brenda," I said.
So.
So you know how in gay stories the female characters are always the most interesting because the gay author of the story gives them all the best lines and all the insights and all the feelings, and displaces all that anti-straight gay anger into their mouths as witty man-hate sarcasm, and all that gay shame and selfpity into the me-too language of girl-power? Do you know what I'm talking about? Well I've just realised I'm on whatever chapter this is and I haven't introduced a single female character and, like, these guys, supposed to be red-blooded, none of them has talked about a girlfriend or even getting any fucking action except with me? Have you noticed that? Well, enter Brenda!
"Brenda?!" Luke said. "Who's that?" said Baldy. "You know Brenda," I said, "Luke's fluff."
Brenda was this girl Luke had made friends with yeah? Cause Luke did have a girl he hung around and I don't know if he fucked her but - I mean, I'd seen them together in the strip of meadow down by the town centre where a bit of waste ground had been landscaped over and turned into a picnic area with those tressle tables'n'chairs where people from the businesses nearby had their lunch. I'd seen them holding hands and I'd seen him touching her hair, and thought, 'If she knew what he's really like ...' But it was sweet.
Luke just marched straight up and put his knee into my thigh, hitting a nerve that made me scream out and crumple to the ground. "Leave Bren out of it, fag! Leave her out of it. No fucking way did my Brenda give you a hickey! It's laughable if it wasn't so fucking insane!"
" 'My Brenda', " mimicked John "Who's Brenda?" asked Baldy. "His girl," Dean answered. "So you got a girl, hey?" "Yeah!" Luke said. "I'm normal!" "Thought you was a fag like your sister here," said Baldy.
Luke and me are a bit similar in appearance, I suppose. Iean, nothing like, but also ... well there is a resemblance, in the dark, in the shadow, if it's raining ... I suppose ...
And Monster nodded, "Yeah after this one you're definitely the most faggy ... with your walk!"
Everyone laughed - except I tried not to, and Luke didn't.
Baldy turned back to me, lying on the ground, waited for me to uncover my face. "So you fucked Luke's girlfriend?" he said.
"Yeah," I said, defiantly ... and wondering how things got so complicated.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 30