Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2009 09:14:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fabius Maximus <cunctatorgold@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Submissive chapter Three

Pool Submissive Chapter Three
By Fabius
m/M Reluctant.

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None of the characters or events herein are
based on real people, either living or dead.
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ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions
of explicit gay sex with a minor. If you are not an adult, or if
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After fourteen year old Pete had completely emptied his bladder
into the mouth of Jeff, his
late thirties submissive, the boy focused his gaze on his subbie's
face.  Jeff's visage
glowed with peaceful contentment. It was so obvious that the older
man had really enjoyed
what he had been doing.

Pete leaned far over Jeff's recumbent body.

"Now isn't that a fair pay off, Jeff, my nasty old spit plus my
nice hot piss." Pete giggled as
he reached over and viciously pinched one of Jeff's taut nipples.

"Unnnnnn huhhhhh," Jeff replied, not able to form his lips into
words because of the vicious
pain in his nipple.

But Pete wanted a real answer from his subbie, not a series of
grunts.  So the fourteen year
old twisted the turgid nipple until Jeff squealed.  Then Pete
viciously yanked up on Jeff's
tormented pec until Jeff almost had to raise up off the bed to
keep the pain from
overwhelming him.

"Well, Jeff.  Answer me."

The distressed older man knew that Pete was capable of tearing the
nipple right off his
abused pec if he did not answer him correctly and immediately.

"Yes, Pete.  It's a wonderful pay off."

Jeff said the words as fast as he could and them pressed his lips
back upon Pete's penis.
Pete laughed out loud when he saw how anxious Jeff was to get back
to his dick.

Satisfied for the moment, Pete let go of Jeff's tortured nipple,
and the subbie slave's body
sank back onto the bed, momentarily relieved.

Pete rewarded his subbie's intense sucking by reaching over and
running his fingers along
the growing bulge in the older man's crotch.  Jeff wriggled and
whined for more.

Pete just could not get enough of watching his adult subbie be
degraded and humiliated.
The only thing better for him would have been if he could cause
even more humiliation and
pain.  But the night was still young.

Finally, at Pete's order, Jeff reluctantly pulled his face away
from his young owner's crotch
and looked inquiringly over at Pete for new instructions.

"OK, Jeff.  You did that real good.  And for a treat, why don't
you slide over so I can lay
down beside you on my stomach so you can get at my cute little
butt hole.  I bet I'll just
love it just as soon as you begin using that nasty tongue of yours
on my puckery little
rosette."

While the words were still coming out of Pete's mouth, Jeff was
sliding over to make room
for the boy on his bed.  Pete sighed, stretched, and lay prone on
the older man's bed, his
thighs wantonly splayed because he knew what was coming next.
Once Pete was settled,
Jeff gently spread Pete's firm butt cheeks apart with his hungry,
groping fingers and moved
his face between them.  His nose was rewarded by a faint, whiff of
Pete's musk that only
encouraged him all the more to do as Pete had told his.  Jeff
wanted so badly to hear his
owner's sexy noises.  He wanted to be the cause of them.  His soft
lips instantly latched
onto his owner's rose and his tongue began to lick softly all
around it and to probe and
prod.

Pete stirred at the touch of the older man's tongue skittering
around his hole and began
making happy sounds as Jeff continued rimming him.  The boy humped
his hips slightly,
thrusting back against the proffered tongue.  Jeff responded by
snuffeling around even
deeper into his owner's opening rosette.  Pete serenely pillowed
his face on his arms and
then proceeded to emit a long, contented series of little animal
like squeals and squeaks.

"I really like your slutty old tongue licking around my pooper,
Jeff," Pete whispered
huskily as his slave continued to poke and probe with his hungry
tongue.  Pete reached
around and patted Jeff's head as a sign of encouragement as the
older man continued to lick
and slurp away at his enjoyable task.

"But I'll really come unglued when you put that sick, nasty little
tongue of yours to good use
right inside my hole.  You just know you want to.  Don't you,
little man."

Jeff did in fact want to jab his tongue deep into his owner's butt
hole in the worst kind of
way, and he wasted no time following Pete's orders.  As he licked
down the boy's butt
crack to lodge his probing tongue as far as he could in his
owner's hole, Jeff's penis began
oozing sex mucus.  This was such a turn on for the submissive;
blatantly eating out his
young owner's butt hole.

Jeff was in paradise as he thrust his tongue as far as it would go
into Pete's moist hole.
The musky flavor of this boy owner of his was strong and therefore
especially stimulating
to the sex hungry older man.  Pete was a real meal.  Jeff hungered
to partake fully of every
course.  And from the way that Pete was squirming in response to
the older man's erotic
tonguing, it was going to be a feast, indeed.

Feeling in control of Jeff as never before Pete decided that the
time was right to carry his
plans for the older man's total downfall to the next level.

"Stop licking me, Jeff.  I want to play with you some more."

Jeff reluctantly took his ravenous tongue out of Pete's hole and
slowly and carefully rolled
his owner over once more so that now he was face up on his bed,
wantonly displayed and
turgid once more.

"Jack me off, slut.  I want to feel your fingers stroking my dick
right this minute."

Jeff happily slid his hand along his young owner's penis and began
stroking him slowly.
After a few happy minutes of this action, Pete felt the first
stirrings of a great orgasm.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to cum all over your fingers,"
Pete announced as he began to
wriggle and pant.  Jeff's mind, budding with unconsummated lust,
continued to cup his
fingers to their obscene work of sliding along the boy's blood
gorged penis.  Finally, Pete
could hold back no more, and he spasmed in a hot, delicious
orgasms, spraying cum all
over Jeff's pistoning fingers.  Then Jeff, unbidden by his boy
owner, slowly raised his
mucus-coated hand to his mouth and began to slurp and lick Pete's
sex cream right off his
fingers.  Pete rewarded Jeff's action by smiling his sweet wicked
little smile.

"I can't believe that I just did that, Pete."

Pete smiled up at his man lover and tousled his hair.

"I know, Jeff.  But now, let's see what else my Jeff slut is
capable of doing.  Now, lay
down beside me."

Jeff lay on his bed and Pete began to stroke the older man's
thigh; back and forth, up and
down.  Jeff began to writhe in sex hunger and unfulfilled need.
The older man splayed his
thighs as wide as he could, and Pete took the cue and slid his
hand right up against the
older man's hard penis.  Just as before, Jeff wriggled and gurgled
in purest lust as Pete
continued to tease and torment him with his masturbating fingers
until the older man could
stand it no longer and begged to be allowed to cum.  Of course,
Pete refused, and only
laughed out loud as the older man begged him more and more.

Just when he thought Jeff was about to go over the edge, Pete
wickedly removed his
stroking hand.  Jeff sobbed a great sob of sex hunger, but did not
move away from his
young tormentor.

"Let's try something new.  Sit up, slut," Pete suggested.

Pete, then slid around right behind his subbie and reached around
him and began fondling
Jeff's thigh.  Jeff sighed and whimpered at the depraved attention
he was getting from his
owner.  He wanted so badly to orgasm, but Pete was only in the
mood to tease and distract
him.  As he stroked and teased his subbie's thigh Pete thought
about the long, wide, leather
belt that lay in his overnight bag.  Actually, as Pete let his
hand rove higher and higher to
the accompaniment of Jeff's little hunger whimpers, he kind of
hoped that his subbie
WOULD balk at some of the things he wanted to do to him.  Because
that would give him
all the excuse he needed to go to town on the older man with that
belt.  The thought of a
bareass naked squealing and pleading Jeff groveling in front of
him on his knees after he
had used that bad belt of him to touch him up a little turned Pete
on more than just a little
bit.  So, even if his obvious hold on the older man's soul did
convince his subbie to do
what he said, Pete might just use the belt on him anyway, simply
for the fun of it.  All sorts
of dissolute images involving his painful and humiliating sexual
abuse of his subbie filtered
through Pete's lust flushed brain as he kept stroking his hungry
subbie.  Pete had to admit
that he had a pretty sick imagination where Jeff was concerned.
But that made it all the
more fun.

As for Jeff, he was now panting and wriggeling on the bed, parched
and famished for
sexual release.

Pete was not making things any easier for his subbie.  His groping
hand had strayed up to
Jeff's large pecs, and the fourteen year old was stroking and
tweaking the smooth, soft skin
in sheerest delight.  The boy thought it would be just the neatest
thing to make his subbie
squeal over and over just like a little girl.  So he pinched and
scratched until Jeff did just
that.  Then he went back to slowly, devilishly stroking the older
man's now painfully hard
prick.

For his part, Pete knew that he had no constraints whatsoever
imposed upon his own
behavior.  He could play with the older man in any way he felt
like at the moment.  Nothing
would be beyond him this night, and they both knew it.

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