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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 55
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART TWO -- Help
When Jobal phoned Po had him on video, and, like he wasn't speaking to me but I could listen and it was clear Jobal wasn't happy or something. He was criticising Po because he didn't think Po was being hard enough. Po said he was doing all he could, but Jobal clearly wasn't happy.
He said Po had to be a man (like he wasn't!) and that meant enforcement; it meant making me his bitch and not giving me an easy ride, no choices, not even giving me time to breathe; I had to be constantly focused on Po every second. He said Po had to train me to be subservient, like a sub-servant yeah? And Jobal didn't think that was happening. He thought it was important that I know my place and my, how to behave when I was in the presence of a Superior.
Po said he wasn't happy with the way things were going cause they were hard work, but he thought he was making progress and he was happy, and he wanted to keep trying cause I, well basically cause I was this great fuck, and I was really good cause I was really trying to do as I was told. He said I was making him happy.
Jobal was different. I mean, I could see Po holding up the phone, listening and talking to it, and just from the look on his face I could see it was difficult for him.
So Jobal was saying, "... So I'm not sure we're on the same page here, yeah? I mean I know all that I'm sure you got a great dick which they love to bitch but I've been thinking as you make me look bad if you ... you know that we could make even better use. Yeah? Cause I already told you, I've got blokes would pay. Literally pay to fuck him or what not. That's a lot of money right there, your cut."
Jobal said I needed to know how to serve men properly and he asked if I was there, and Po said I was already there and pointed the camera at me - I was kneeling - and Jobal asked me how I felt. But I didn't know what to say because I literally didn't even know how I felt or anything!
Jobal went quiet. It was like I could hear him breathing, but I couldn't hear him even breathing. It was totally quiet. He must have indicated to Po cause Po turned the phone round so I could see Jobal on the screen; it was like he was looking at me. Po had flipped the camera, so there I was in the corner of the screen and there was Jobal looking at me, like a little muscle doll sitting inside Po's phone. And he didn't speak. He just looked at me.
Finally he did speak. He said, "See yeah, it's like this: do you know what I do? No. I'll tell yer. I protect. I protect people who aren't strong, by being strong. I help people who need help. I guide people who need guidance. I shelter people from stuff that might hurt them. I am a good guy. Do you understand? Cause we live in a world where everything's fucked isn't it? What do you think I am? You thinking I'm out to get you. You thinking I'm about to use you and make you suffer and make you do stuff to you and have you in pain. Something like that. Am I right?
Po said you'd kill him if you knew he was gay. He isn't gay! Never say that. Po's a Superior Man, yeah? He's my brother. I looked at Po who was looking straight at me like he was, you know, 'Yeah, MY brother!" and like he was, you know, proud to be. One arm supported the phone, the other pressed down on his cock - like Jobal didn't know, but I could see it.
Yeah but you don't have to be concerned with that, said Jobal, all you gotta worry about is being who you are and what's that? I wasn't sure. What are you? I hesitated. A ... fa- ...? Say it. A fag bitch Sir. Yeah. That.
So Jobal said yeah, cause I needed to be trained by someone who knew what they were fucking doing and Po wasn't cutting it - Po hurriedly took the phone back - "You're was too invested," Jobal said, so it needed some outside training to get converted, tamed into respecting Superiority and doing as I was told and doing it right, "first time every time, yeah?"
He said it wasn't going quickly enough cause I needed to be broken quickly, completely and permanently, and then branded as painfully as possible so that I could be used properly like they had agreed.
I mean, I didn't know what they had agreed to did I? Right. I didn't.
And I heard him say there was help Po could have for my physical training and my mental training and everytjing - cause Jobal thought Po needed some help, or he'd never get the job finished.
And Po said yes he could use some help.
So Po said Yeah, cause it was, then he wanted get on with his own life, he said, and I could get on with my new life, which he wanted. So Po agreed with Jobal.
And Jobal said, "So we're on the same page then?"
And Po said yes. "Same page. No problem."
"So that that then," said Jobal, "See it. Say it. Sorted," like it was final or something. "Lookin' forward to a new income stream?"
And Po said, "Yeah." And he smiled as though that was all he was thinking about.
And Jobal finished by saying he would sort something out and get back to him.
--- Po seemed sad after the phonecall but he made up for that cause he told me he blamed me for not responding quickly enough to his training and causing all this trouble.
"You've been told again and again and again, but it isn't fucking sinking in, is it? I've been disciplining you but it isn't having any fucking effect. Now look what you've done: you've made me go an'involve Jobal and this ISN'T going to end well, trust me. You just fucked up big time, mate. Big time."
I said I was sorry, but it didn't seem to make any difference.
But I WAS sorry.
He was really upset and instead of fucking me or fucking me up that night he just held me. I could feel his heart beat. He was incredibly strong. And he cuddled me until he fell asleep.
Anyway, he woke up later and I thought he was crying, though it was dark but I thought his face was wet, but it might not have been. He sniffed and started kissing me. He called me a useless cunt and told me to lick out his arsehole cause that's all I was good for, so he rolled onto his chest and I crouched between his legs and squeezed my tongue between his buttocks and licked him there.
"Do it properly you cunt, poke your tongue right in!"
So I really stuck my tongue out and I could taste him clearly. I mean, he had a really beautiful arse. It was sweet tastng. The halves were round and smooth and the area between them was ... just like this beautiful smelly valley. And I really liked licking him and I could tell he liked it too. His hole was the best thing I have ever tasted. It was like ...
... chocolate. Then he adjusted himself a bit up so his arse was in the air and opened out and I could totally eat his hole like cake, man, it was so neat cause he has this smooth, sweet, uptight sphincter where it's so tight I couldn't even put my tongue in, until I was licking and licking and gradually - and he was moaning - I think it loosened up and I could put my tongue in and really taste his insides. It was beautiful and he started moaning even more and rubbing it on my face so his cock was rubbing the bed until he came - on the sheets where I had to sleep on. It's quickly how hot cum gets cold when you have to sleep on it.
But my face smelt of him but he still kissed it and said thank you.
Which I didn't expect.
--- I woke early but didn't move. When I felt him wake I turned round to face him. His eyes were sleepy and a night sweat had made his skin look red and his whole body was glowing red hot.
"Did you sleep ok?" I said.
He shook his head slightly and smiled, brushing my cheek with his hand.
"I'm frightened they'll take you away from me, blue-eyes. All I wanted to do is fuck you, you cunt."
"I'm frightened as well. Po."
He grinned.
"I liked it when you licked my arse last night," he said. "Good job. Well done. I liked that. Thank you. You're a good bitch."
I thought that was the first time I thought I'd ever done something that actually pleased him.
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah that was really good. Did you like doing that?"
"Yeah I did. You have a really nice arse."
"You liked licking it. You lick arse really well as well. It felt amazing." He smiled and stared at my eyes, "Oh my, you're incredible. You're so beautiful. I can't believe it."
"I can't believe it," I said.
--- Anyway, later Po got a text; he looked at it and then typed something and then said, "You can put your clothes on; we're going out."
He told me we was going out to see about something, apparently Jobal getting back like he had promised to help with me, cause Jobal had set something up. Po told me how to dress and what to bring. He got a sports bag of mine what he filled with this stuff and off we went.
I think that might have been the first time we went out together - like together-together - since I'd first time become his bitch.
Cause when I was walking beside him sometimes, sometimes a bit behind, I was carrying his bag for him down the street, past all the people, who didn't know me, who had no idea Po was fucking me, that I belonged to him - I FUCKING BELONGED TO HIM! - all these men - I thought of what I like about men, as you're walking down the street, is that they've all got dicks, all got dicks which they all want to fuck you with and which they've all got which you generally can't see but sometimes you can, but which they've all got, inside their trousers or whatever and they've all got one. It's like they are all packing this ... magic treasure, isn't it? And I can't stop watching them, trying to see their dicks. And I can't stop thinking about their dicks. And I think they would probably all would like to get their dicks sucked, like, by me. And I could do that.
I could actually do that!
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 55