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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 58
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART FIVE -- The downstairs room
"Ok That's better," said Po, "Ok you: make me proud yeah. And do what Urib tells you, yeah? Whatever he tells you, yeah? Whatever he says."
"Yes Po ..." I groaned. SLAPP! Fuck! That was Po hitting me.
"Sorry, Urib, again," said Po to Urib, presumably for making Urib see me being punished.
"Sir," said Urib.
Po slapped me again. "Do you get what I'm saying, hey?"
"Yes Po. I get what you're saying!" He slapped me yet again - and I didn't deserve it! I'd just been licking his trainers for fucksake. What did I have to do?
"Yeah, so don't get sarcastic yeah? Cause I WILL take you APART! Yeah? If you don't do well. Yeah? I want good reports, yeah?"
"Yeah ok Po I know that. I CAN hear you you know! I'm not fucking stupid," I said - really stupidly.
Po looked at me hard and serious like he was just only about controlling himself cause I think he knew he couldn't just beat me up in the office with all people outside ... not like he'd like to, cause of the noise, like I expect I'd be crying and, you know, people might think ... And I mean I think I was just so rude to him no little punishment would do. So it had to be a big thing.
"You ARE going to pay later. You DO know that don't you?"
"Yes Po. Sorry Po," I said. "I'm just ..."
"There's always the room below," said Urib helpfully, it seemed, but Po totally ignored him. Po just stared continually at me. I couldn't stand it and just bowed my head.
That seemed to calm him down. "NOT another word fuckhead. I'll be adding that to my list that's all. Look at yourself, standing there like a fairy. The only reason I don't kick the living shit out of you right here is it'd create a scene with the noise and I don't need that -" I mean, that's what I just said! "- but the MOMENT you get back home I AM going to kick the LIVING SHIT out of you cause you have GOT to learn, yeah? So what does it take?" He sighed, "It's like you don't get it. What does it take? Hey?"
"I don't know Po, I'm sorry. I just ... Look I'll get better I promise."
"You promise; what's that worth?"
"Just let me prove it," I pleaded.
"Sir, he really should have his hands on his head if he is going to beg," said Urib sarcastically. "Position one. Ordinarily that's the procedure, Sir. And not slouched."
Po agreed and nodded for me to do it. So I put my hands on my head - aware that it left me much more vulnerable to being hit - and knelt up with my back straight with my knees planted apart, and my balls hanging - and my cock stiff!
I looked up at him and he leaned forward and he gobbed in my face. Then he indicated for Urib to do the same. Which Urib did even though Urib was just another bitch; and he looked like he enjoyed it.
"Just do as you're told," Po said finally.
"There's hope yet,' Urib said.
"Right so I'm going swimming so I'll leave you both to it. I'll leave you in Urib's capable hands, yeah?"
I nodded.
I mean, I wanted to go swimming as well! I wanted to feel the cool water ease over my body, and I wanted to see Po in his shorts with his thick cock barely concealed. But, punishment or not, I was left with Urib alone. Po grabbed his bag and marched off.
"I'll see you back home," he said.
Meaning my place, where I live.
*** Urib checked the door as Po departed, and then turned to look at me. I was still kneeling as I'd been told, with my hands on my head.
"OK follow me."
I scrambled to my feet. "Hands down, please," he added.
Like, I needed to be told everything now, didn't I?
He left the office and I followed him down a load of winding corridors and stairs until we got to a large underground room where one wall was covered in mirrors and one wall in - I dunno, climbing equipment? There was a desk and some lockers plus a whole load of weights and machines and stuff like with straps and hoops and other stuff.
Urib walked into the middle of the room and stopped and turned and faced me, as if to say, 'Hey, look at this!'. I could see the back of his body in the mirror, like the other side of a coin, and my own pathetic self, looking back at me like I shared a terrible secret, or something ...
"OK. This is it. This is what we call the downstairs room - or the private suite - which is a non-public space for hire where clients who want that privacy can get to work in peace or whatever. There's equipment here for the sole use of private clients you won't see elsewhere. It's private, see, so they can do anything and not attract the kind of ... uninterrupted. OK." He looked at me. "You have a question?"
"Sorry, but can I use this then with my membership?"
"That's just for the public facilities. This, when you're with me. OK. So when you're with me I can make use of anything I need - to help out. Like Jobal has requested. And Po. But when you're by yourself, and unsupervised so to speak, you're only allowed in the public space. OK. Clear?"
I nodded.
Urib stood with this legs apart and his hands together in front of his crotch, kind of feeling the knuckles of one with the palm of the other like he was kneading them.
"OK. Ok start: Name. I am Urib Maxted. Urib is from mother's side. My mother's side. But my mother's Russian so that's how I came to look like this."
But he was so beautiful! I wondered what the father's half was exactly - he was so masculine; he had steel blue eyes and his body filled his outfit like a god.
'Concentrate,' I thought.
"OK. So Jobal has asked me to step in. So: I'm Jobal's PT, and I've helped loads of his guys reach their full potential, or standards expected."
"PT?"
Urib paused for a half second; I could see he was looking at me like I was a complete imbecile. "Yeah PT. Personal.Trainer."
"Oh, I said," and I thought, 'I don't know what that is.'
Ok," Urib said, as though reading my mind but probably only reading my face - which said, 'Duhh...' - "I train one-on-one physical fitness, diet, health, stuff like that, to achieve a personal best, exceed it, and so on; so look good, feel fantastic, maximum strength, maximum endurance. Ok? Also just generally help out with clients' needs ..."
"Yeah, ok," I said.
He looked at me.
He looked at me, eye to eye, then sighed.
"OK. Shirt off. I want you in shorts only for this."
I took my t-shirt off, catching sight of my feeble body in the mirror, and then put the shirt on the desk, where he indicated.
He looked at me with a kind of disdaining despair.
"I mean what I'm amazed by is there's no fucking signs of ownership whatsoever! Forget about a mark; there's nothing. No chain, no collar. Nothing."
"I did have a collar."
"What happened to it?"
"Po took it off. Said it was stupid."
"Did he? That's odd. It's like he's not serious. You got to find someone who appreciates you and the problem is, I don't think Po appreciates you."
"Yea he does!" I blurted defensively. THAACCK! - he slapped my head!
"OK. You don't answer back. Look I don't care what Po has been teaching you or how he has been treating you, OK? I am your trainer, yeah? OK? OK. I've spoken Jobal and he's asked me to tell him how receptive you are and I'm going to say you're pretty receptive. OK? But you need to prove that, OK? So I hear you've shown that you can be a good sub when you feel like it; so this is when that all pays off OK? Now is when it shows, if you can take it or not, OK? OK. So first of all we're going to put in place some basic rules and basic work; that's the easy part, where diet control and muscle toning can make a big difference in the short term, OK? Like Po has already made a start on that, but in the longer term you need to build muscle mass and cardiovascular endurance. OK. That's where reps and constantly raising your game ... You belong to Jobal don't you, so you need to work or it'll make both of us look bad ..."
I was confused.
"I don't belong to Jobal," I said.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 58