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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 46
Po seemed to get that I needed something and so he stretched his leg and grabbed his meat and just sort of rubbed it and adjusted it so that it felt comfortable and not tight or funny.
"Oh my fucking cock is so heavy and huge," he said, sort of mock groaning like it was painful. "Can you see it?" "Yeah." I kept looking at it, didn't I?
"... Do you like it?" "Yeah."
"Don't you like it?" I could see it stretching out like a fat lazy worm inside his shiny blue nylon shorts. "Yeah. No I do, yeah!"
"Come here then." I crawled nearer. "Here." I crawled up between his legs which he opened wider so his cock sprang up again. "Here." My face was really near. I could smell the cum, the groin juice and crotch sweat through the blue nylon shorts and he pulled up the leg so I could see the white lining holding his junk in. Then I put my nose right against the big blue bulge and kissed it. I felt it jerk.
"Go on then." I kissed it again, through the shiny blue nylon, letting my lips remain in contact, sliding up and down with my tongue rubbing it so I could feel the bent arc of the shaft, the heavy balls packed into his bulge and the ripe head where I knew the foreskin already peeled back to reveal the most sensitive part of his whole body.
"That's right. Worship it the way you like to."
I mean, it sounded odd, but it was like worship, I suppose, as much as anything.
He pressed his hips forward so that I could see the full extent of his huge penis outlined and I could caress it with my mouth. "That's it. That's good. Show me how much it means to you. Show me that you obey it."
I licked the fabric. I kissed it repeatedly and nibbled the glans with my teeth to stimulate and excite him; gradually it was getting harder and harder.
"Ohh that's right mate. That's right mate." I thought, If he cums the spunk will soak through the shorts, the inner pouch and the outer shorts, and I'll be able to suck it up.
He started to moan. "Yeah you like that cock baby. You like that cock. Yeah show me how much you want it. Yeah show me. Make me cum yeah. Make me cum. Use your mouth."
And I thought, 'I know how to make you cum. I do know how to make you cum.'
And Po said, "Yeah. I know how a cockslave thinks, don't I?"
It was intense cause I felt, you know, at peace; knowing who was in charge at last was like knowing my place; even like the whole world acknowledged that this was my place and it was like I owned it, my place, cause it had been acknowledged by the whole world. The whole world. But mostly cause I knew Po wanted it.
"Yeah. I know what a cockslave ... thinks ... ao-oo-o-o ..." And he came just like that, with me kissing it through the fabric and him just moving his hips slightly to feel it rub and press against the restriction of my mouth - 'Yeah shoot me. Shoot me now!' I thought - and his ejaculate oozed through in a widening patch of darkness and some of it ran out of the leg of his sorts. He laughed and held my head as I sucked the sticky fluid out of the nylon and then, when I had done all I could on my hands and knees he eased his shorts off, and I helped him, so they were round his ankles, and then I licked the ooze out of his crotch, in the hair, and wherever I could find it.
He smiled and patted my neck, "That's good. You like that taste don't you?" "Myeahm," I mumbled. "You like to worship my body don't you?"
He kicked one leg so that his shorts came off that foot, over his trainer, and then I took them off the other one for him, his crumpled shorts, and just sort of held them, like a bunch of flowers, his cumjuice sticking to my hand , all wet and sticky.
He exhaled with satisfaction and spread his legs even wider apart - sort of like an invitation, or like he was telling me to kneel there, so I could find more space to operate.
"Put them down, Jason," his shorts, like I had become too attached to them. I put them to one side with a embarrassed smile.
"Come here," he said I shifted my knees to be nearer his crotch again.
"Go on." I wasn't sure what he wanted from me, but as I leaned forward he touched my head and directed me back to his balls and then, after I had finished licking his stuff all over again, I moved on to the inside of his thighs. I mean, I was kneeling right between them like I was in a big brown valley or something, and I was licking the soft brown walls there - like I was painting the walls of his thighs with my tongue.
And he let his hand just touch my hair so I knew he liked it and when he wanted me to go lower, under the thigh and then towards the knee so I did. I worked my way down his legs, just alternating between them and then I just nudged his ankles with my nose and started on his trainers.
Po seemed to like it. He seemed to like watching me doing it.
"You like licking shoes don't you? You like to lick don't you? You lick Jake like this as well," he said. "And the others. I seen you lick: you just like to lick them, lick their cocks and their shoes yeah? Lick and lick." He grinned.
I mean it was just so true! "They like it too," I said, just raising my head.
"They like to see you humiliated," he said. I shrugged. "Don't you care?" I shrugged again, like I didn't know. But I didn't care anyway. "No," I said, "I don't do I?" I was eager to get back to his shoes and you know, just make sure I had licked them. I no longer cared about the dirt. My need was kind of obsessive. Kind of overwhelming.
I no longer cared about anything.
I could feel his eyes on me and whenever I looked up he was looking at me, playing with his cock and fondling his balls with gentle tickling fingers and with his other hand rested on its elbow so that his fingers were stroking his lips, which were smiling almost as if he was thinking of something too funny but I wouldn't get the joke.
"You like to humiliate yourself," he said, letting the words emerge through his fingers. "You like to be humiliated don't you? I've realised that."
"I've realised it about myself," I said kneeling up so that I could pay attention to what he was saying, and looking at the great expanse of him laying back in his chair, watching me, "yeah; but what about you? What do you get out of it?" I asked, genuinely curious, you know, cause whatever it was was like a mystery to me.
"No need to stop. Keep going yeah? I like to watch you." (I'd already realised he had been watching me now for so long - I mean not minutes but days and weeks. Months.) "I guess I just like to see you concentrate."
He smiled, and I saw in his eyes a glint, like he was looking into my brain, except it was distant, like he was looking through me, as though he had identified a place so deep inside me that even I didn't know it was there.
"No need to stop. Keep going. Yeah? You just keep on doing that. I know you like to humiliate yourself, so just keep on going. It's fine. I'll just watch. I like watching you concentrate. Don't worry yeah? Just make sure they are clean. Every bit. Even underneath. Like you like to. Yeah?" So I went back to what I was doing cause that felt like a good fit.
His trainers tasted of grass, dirt and leather and when I found a bit of dirt on them I licked it off and swallowed it, gradually getting it all off and so I was proud to see them get so clean - but just with my tongue.
--- "Look Jason," Po said eventually, "Ok stop. Stop that now. You can stop. Can you stop just a second and look at me? Right?" I stopped licking his trainers, with difficulty, cause I was so into it. I knelt up and looked at him. "What is it Po? What am I doing wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Look, I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" "Look just let me finish a fucking sentence will you? I'm sorry you was brute forced. Yeah? And I'm sorry about that. But I do think there was no other way. But even so. I'm sorry, ok?" I think I must have been looking at him blankly, cause then he said, "Yeah? So are you ok with that?" "What are you talking about?" I said.
"Ok. Look. You know how you was? You was this sub and you didn't know it, but then, you know, all this happened?" "All this?"
I must'a looked pretty blank cause Po smiled and tapped my leg with his shoe and then leaned back into his seat - like there was any further he could relax; I suppose he basically slid his hips towards me and his shoulders fell down the back and his legs slid so that although his feet remained the same, roughly either side of me, his knees bent.
He smiled.
"You know when I fucked you? And you said it hurt? And you were sore afterwards? And I fucked you again anyway? And then you were really sore? Cause it is really big and you are just so tight, but like I didn't care? All that?" "Yeah ..."
"I mean, you do fucking remember yeah?" "Oh yeah! I remember all right!"
"I'm sorry but you need to learn," he said. That surprised me, cause if there's one thing I know it's how to be sexually submissive, so I wasn't sure what there was to learn.
"Yeah?" he said, and stared at me. "You have got to do the work,"
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 46