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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 65
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 12 -- Touching
Urib just stood with his shorts still round his legs, gently fondling the shiny steel box which contained his organs, cupping the warm casket in his fingers - like he was proud of it. Like, I looked at his crotch and I was just amazed.
"So do you shave your pubic hair?" I said.
"Of course I have to be shaved because I'm hairy aren't I?" His amazing armpit hairs quivered like they were in agreement!
"I don't."
"Well you should."
"Well I don't."
"Well you should. Trim at least. Ask Po what HE wants. I'll bet he prefers it. I mean, always ask your man, what he wants. That's first principles. But I'm sure ..."
"I've got a friend," I said, thinking of Jake, "he's got this giant, like, bush and it's really black and hairy and always tickles ... " 'I wonder what he'd think if he could see me now?' I wondered. "And he never shaves it, just let's it grows like enormous! And it smells incredible as well when I stuff my face in it."
Urib paused as if to think. "Yeah well that's his business. But don't say it like its so fucking unusual, OK. It's not unusual. Everyone's hairy round there! I mean, I'm not as hairy as that, but, you know, enough!"
"I still don't get it," I said.
"What don't you get?" Urib was starting to look like he'd had enough of this conversation.
"I don't think I could ... do that ..."
"So what? Shave?"
"No. I mean wear a chastity box like that."
He laughed. "You still don't get anything I've said, do you? Like you get a choice? You don't get a choice." He sank down onto a weights bench and let his box rest there, spreading his thighs to make room for it. He took a breath. "OK. Look. There's ... a hierarchicy."
"A what?"
"A, fuck, an order of things, OK? Some people are on top, Superior Men, some lower down, lower ..." He indicated with his hands a kind of ladder in space. "And you are here." He pointed at the bottom rung of the ladder. "OK? So you don't get anything, ANY choice in ANYTHING. OK?" He sighed. "You still don't understand. But you will. Because if you don't do exactly the right thing, at the right time, and accept exactly whatever is done to you or demanded of you? OK, you WILL be broken."
He looked at me like this is serious, but I thought, 'Seriously?' and shrugged.
"OK? You will. Whatever it takes they will do to you until you just stop fighting and accept it, anything. Whatever it is. AND you'll be grateful. AND you'll beg to be broken even more. It's like a drug. And you will be addicted. I promise." He paused, and sighed. "OK you cunt, get this: YOU don't get to have a choice. OK? It's up to Po, or whoever. So if it happens it happens and you just have to learn to live with it ... Don't despair though; you might enjoy it. I like it."
"Do you enjoy it??"
"Yeah. Look: I'm not going to explain what you don't understand. Just take it from me." He took a deep breath and looked down at his box and then back at me with a grin.
"So the short answer to your question is: NO. I AM NOT GOING TO FUCK YOU!"
He grinned at my erection. "Look at you! You are so hard right now!"
And he laughed - I mean, really laughed.
"Yeah I know," I said, "it's embarrassing."
"No it's not. Your owner will like that you are excited; so always be, you know, don't be shy. He'll like it and he'll like to see it and touch it and even play with it but if he does you might wish he'd put a box back on it and just stop torturing you!"
"So ... it might be a good thing ..." I looked at it again. "Can I touch it?"
"Go ahead - feel free!" he added, standing and placing his legs apart a bit so that it pushed forward and rocked, like independently.
It was hard and hot like part of a car engine, a shell completely holding his junk and covering it completely so I could hold it in one hand but I couldn't squeeze it. My fingers went round it and I felt a little loose piece move at the back, where his legs made a dark hidden space that was hot and sweaty.
"Is that the lock?"
"Yes it is."
"Christopher has the key ...?"
"Yes."
Damn that was sexy. I let go and smiled.
He sat down again, shorts still round his legs. "See what I mean?"
"Are you in pain right now?" I said.
He grinned and said, "Yes. I am in a lot of pain."
I smiled cause I knew what he meant. My erection was in pain and it wasn't even locked up!
He touched it. "I'd like to let you cum but it wouldn't help you," he said. "You're excited by all of this."
"Yes I am."
"That's good that is. Because it means this is the life you were meant to live. This is your new life. And it's the right life. You know that."
"Yes it is," I said.
His hand was once more touching my backside and it was hot as fuck and I was as hard as fuck as well ... He stroked my cock - it was long and hard and grew out of me like a plant; it must've looked pretty silly - and I almost ejaculated right then!
"Don't worry," he said, "I won't let you cum."
"I don't want to," I said.
And he said, "No, I wouldn't recommend it."
I slid my hands up his chest, feeling his nipples slide beneath my fingertips, and put my arms around his neck and kissed him - because I thought he wanted it. It was like embracing a statue. His mouth tasted all fresh, like, and with my tongue I could feel his neat teeth. He held my backside tight in a firm grip exploring the crack as I rubbed myself against his crotch, against the box - it was pretty intense for a while! - and I could tell it was hurting him because he was panting through the kiss.
I pushed myself harder, letting my balls slide over his metal crotch, and my ripe red glans grated against his hard stomach. Snogging him, he held my arse cheeks apart and touched my tight hole with his finger tips. Our eyes were open and like this close and looking at each other and I could see he was in real pain. But I was feeling selfish; I desperately wanted him to touch it and go into it. I wanted him to put his fingers into me. I was getting desperate. I was getting close.
"I know you want to cum," he said, "but you won't cum will you?"
I nodded and tried to concentrate.
"You'd like to lick it wouldn't you?"
"Won't it make you hurt more?"
"I can't hurt more than it is at the moment," he smiled.
"Is your cock very big?"
"It is at the moment. Or at least, it feels it. It feels huge."
And I was - HARD, yeah? I mean ... I stepped back, unable to be sure I could control it, and he let me, letting go of me before taking my hands in his hands.
Then I knelt down and examined it closely then just sort of licked the shiny round surface - like it was a cake I was licking the icing off. The skin around it was flecked with tiny regrowing hairs. It was kind of amazing, and there was a kind of liquid coming out of these holes like it was a nectar or something.
"You enjoying that?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "You?"
"Apart from the excruciating agony I am!" he laughed - and I laughed.
"It's funny you're the one in pain," I said, slipping my tongue just under the edge of it where the sweat juice had gathered and gone sweet.
"Trouble is you're so cute it's almost worth it."
So I stopped licking him and stood up.
I tried to change the subject, "So how do you wee then?".
"I wee through it ..."
"Through a hole?"
"Like a drain, yeah. You can see it. But it sometimes makes a mess. There's no aim. So I make a mess you know if I stand to piss ..."
"So...o ... and do you shower in it?"
"Have to don't I?"
"In front of everybody I mean. What happens then?"
"They don't say anything. You see it's like this: men understand. They just understand it's this thing. It's like they just know I'm in chastity and it's my thing and they don't even ask. It's strange, but men understand. If they are sub or top they see that I'm locked, and they just know what's happening. I mean obviously a lot of the time it turns them on. A lot of the guys in the gym want to fuck me, because I am obviously, you know, this, you know, hot, yeah?, and obviously my, obviously I have a cunt like for use by men or else why am I even in chastity like a bitch? But I'm owned as well ... so obviously that has to be, you know, sorted."
I nodded like I knew what he was talking about. "So was the lock idea his? Your owner's? Or was it your idea?"
"Not my idea, I can assure you! And not his! No no no, no that was already Jobal thought of that. Because he saw how much I was, like I cum when all these men kept fucking me and he knew I'd serve men better if I didn't cum. Don't ask me how he knew that though, because he's a natural owner like all Superior Men I imagine, because he was right as well, so he had this ordered and made for me and put on - Akim, you know Akim?"
"I heard," I said, "cause he's the one they'd said he was the one who would do the brand, or marking, or what have you."
"OK. HIM. He's the one for all that sort of thing. He enjoys it. I mean, you want to be careful if him because he really gets off on it. Anyway, he used to have the key, and he'd give it to me and say like to, you know ... unlock, shave, clean up, whatever, put it on again. But he gave it to Jobal to give to my owner, and he likes it - because when he got the key, well he just loved it because it meant he really did own me, because he owned my bollocks, like lock and key, and Jobal handed him that when they agreed and that was handed over when I was handed over and everything was agreed."
"So he has the key now?"
"Yeah."
"Like right now."
"Yeah."
"So you let him ..."
"Let him what?"
"Well I mean, sounds like, cause Jobal just gave you to him."
"Sold, more like."
"Sold? Ok. So ..."
"Is this getting too much?" said Urib.
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 65