Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2009 09:51:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fabius Maximus <cunctatorgold@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool submissive Chapter Six

     Pool Submissive Chapter Six
     By Fabius
     m/M Reluctant Humiliation S/M.

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     Fourteen year old Pete smirked triumphantly, looked
down, and giggled at the man who had become his total subbie
sex toy in the space of just a few hours.  Now was the time
to move on to the next portion of Pete's plan to ensnare
Jeff so completely in his web of subservience that the older
man could never get free.

     The boy reached down and hauled Jeff to his feet by
gripping the older man's erect penis firmly between his
strong fingers and tugging hard.  His efforts were rewarded
by Jeff's squeal of pain, but the older man still obeyed and
came along docilely behind his owner who laughed again as he
let go of Jeff's tormented and blood gorged penis, crooked
his finger and thumb into a vicious `O', and caught Jeff
around his scrotal sac.  Then, in total control of his adult
slave, Pete pulled Jeff roughly along behind him.

     Pete led the naked and cowed older man into his own
living room.  There, across the room, was a long sofa.  Pete
immediately plopped himself down on the sofa, pulled the
older man down beside him, and began frenching and fondling
his toy lewdly.

     At first, Jeff struggled with the boy in a vain attempt
to reassert some sense of control to his life.  But as the
fourteen year old's hands moved around his nipples, and his
navel, and his rock hard and painful erection, the older man
surrendered totally and began to gurgle contentedly to be
receiving such salacious treatment from the boy.  Jeff had
never lost his arousal, and the craving for release was
stronger in him than ever.  His balls ached to cum and cum
long, thick spurts up into the air. But he knew all too well
not to beg Pete to allow him to cum.  That would only happen
when the boy wanted it to, and Jeff's needs and cravings had
no part in Pete's equation.

     After a while of indulging his desire to tongue kiss
and play with the older man, driving him nearly to
distraction with his nimble fingers and tongue, Jeff finally
stopped and said, "Jeff, why don't you get down on the floor
with your slutty face stuffed right between my thighs like
the good little subbie you are.  I know what a real treat it
is for you to be allowed to taste my boy cock.  And you
certainly deserve a treat as a reward for promising to be my
little slut from now on."

     Without giving it a second thought, Jeff eagerly did
exactly as he was told.  His chin soon rested on the edge of
the sofa and his tongue began its happy work of bringing his
owner off, not too quickly, of course.  He knew if he made
Pete cum too soon, the boy would punish him severely.

     Pete looked down at his man slave as Jeff hungrily
licked and sucked his fourteen year old owner's long,
slender cock, fully comprehending just how far Jeff had
fallen into his evil trap.  It made the boy smile and
remember.  His mom had fallen just the same way almost six
months ago, and he began fantasizing about all the ways he
would make her prove how much of a hungry mommy slave she
was sometime later that night.  But, right now, the boy was
just enjoying what Jeff was doing to him.  He knew he had to
pace himself, even as he felt the hot boy precum oozing from
the head of his shaft.

     Pete's right hand began possessively sliding back and
forth along the top of Jeff's head, guiding the older man
where he wanted him to go.  "Jeff," the boy whispered down
at his sex slave.  "Do you want me to call Mom and tell her
to get her butt over here so you can show her your tricks?"

     Jeff didn't reply in words, but he redoubled his
sucking and licking efforts.  His salacious actions told
Pete in no uncertain terms that the older man could hardly
wait to perform in front of the boy's mom.  Jeff giggled in
anticipation.

     Pete now freely and happily exercised his complete
dominance over Jeff just as if he had been doing so for
years.  Jeff, who sensed deep in his very soul the utter
futility of fighting against his tormentor, just knelt on
the floor, praying desperate that this would all go away
very, very soon; but knowing in his deepest core that it
probably never would.

     As he licked and sucked his boy owner, Jeff came to
understand more and more just how desperate was his current
situation.  The more he felt the boy twist and wriggle and
listened to his happy squeals, the more he understood how
his unconscious sexual needs and desires had so thoroughly
been used by Pete to entrap him.  He still found it so hard
to believe that he had subconsciously wanted to be intimate
with this fourteen year old boy since the beginning of the
summer.  And Pete had known it all along, and had used that
need to ensnare him and make him his sex toy.

     Jeff's senses reeled as he sucked the hot and sticky
precum out of the boy; precum that his salacious, hungry
tongue had coaxed out of his owner.  A part of Jeff was
simply transfixed with horror as he saw himself being
tricked into swallowing Pete's boy cum down his hungry
throat and drinking Pete's urine into his waiting mouth.
Even as he continued to lick and suck the boy, deep despair
and a grave sense of hopelessness began to overwhelm him,
body and soul.  Jeff had never even remotely suspected that
deep down inside him lurked a ravenous, licentious sex
hungry man who obviously craved the wanton attentions of a
young adolescent boy.  But he had to admit to himself that
the salacious, sick things he had done at Pete's orders this
evening did not lie, and, because of it, Jeff could do
nothing now but humbly consign himself to the dreadful fate
providence and Pete had allotted him.

     Once Jeff had come to that understanding of his fate,
he was able to examine, at least a little, his current
response to what this evening's activities showed him about
himself.  Clearly, from the way his body was reacting, the
older man was most obviously craving to get off on the boy
loving he was being coerced into.  There was no denying,
even to himself, that he had reacted hungrily to the feel
and taste of the tantalizing boy flesh put within his reach.
Furthermore Jeff had strong feelings of sex hunger about
Pete's soft, cool hand as it impudently roved over his own
flesh.  Even though Jeff had had enough experience of the
fourteen year old so far during this one night to know with
absolute certainty that his new boy owner was the embodiment
of evil itself, the older man was still somehow drawn
mysteriously to his seductive touch.  Jeff did not
consciously want Pete's hand to make him react in such a
passionate manner, but he could not seem to help himself.

     So deeply enmeshed in his own moral downfall was he
that Jeff hardly noticed the salacious effect his sucking
and licking was having on Pete.  The boy was avidly watching
the scene of Jeff's degradation unfold right between his
legs.   The boy giggled and hooted at the sight of the older
man on the floor licking his crotch.   And the feel of his
hot tongue on Pete's most intimate places was pleasure
beyond belief; particularly because Pete knew that Jeff was
struggling with himself over it.

     As a sign of his own growing horniness, Pete increased
his pressing the older man's head ever more firmly against
his sex.  Pete knew perfectly well that this man was now his
for the taking, and he made sure by his hand movements that
Jeff knew it, too.

     Pete couldn't stand it any more.  He was bursting with
hellish desire to torment the older man beneath him.  He
dragged Jeff's mouth off his young cock and pushed him
roughly to the living room floor.  Then the boy pounced upon
the vulnerable naked older man like a tiger upon its prey.
Jeff suddenly was being cruelly sucked on and bitten,
pinched and scratched, palpated and prodded by his young
assailant.  The completely broken older man just lay there
on his living room floor and sobbed his heart out as Pete
took his fill of his cruel play pain/pleasure with him.

     From his place on the floor below the boy, Jeff could
plainly see the ravenous lust hunger in Pete's eyes.  He
realized then that the boy had decided that the time was
right to move his play to the next level.  Pete reached his
hand down to Jeff's upturned face and turned it so that he
was looking directly into the young boy's  commanding stare.

     "Now Jeff, wasn't that a sweet little show you just put
on for me, cutiepie?  Didn't my precum taste just wonderful?
And didn't you just love my nasty hands all over your slutty
body?"

     Jeff began to cry hard, bitter tears of understanding
as he nodded his head in agreement.  Pete giggled as he
tenderly stroked Jeff's tearstained cheek.  Jeff just sobbed
and sobbed.

     After a while, Jeff's wracking sobs slowly subsided as
Pete's hand continued to reassure and comfort him.  But the
hot tears of his humiliation continued to flow.  The older
man just could not seem to stop crying.

     Pete looked down at his tormented sex toy and noted
that despite his hot tears and despite everything he had
endured so far, as Pete continued to caress his skin and
console him with tender words, Jeff began to sense,
somewhere deep in the recesses of his tormented psyche, all
those vague and uncertain stirrings and cravings taking over
control of his body yet again.  Pete, who was truly
experienced in these matters well beyond his fourteen years,
gently stoked Jeff's sparks of nascent masochistic desire by
allowing his seductive hands sensitively to continue to make
love to his captive's abused body.  His caressing fingers
glided tenderly over Jeff's welt marks from the beating he
had given him.  His lewd fingers caressed the older man's
neck, and shoulders, and pecs, and nipples; petting and
fondling his victim until he saw the telltale flare of his
nostrils and the beginnings of a flush across his chest.
Pete looked down to see Jeff's penis twitching and leaking a
steady ooze of precum.  The older man began to whimper
piteously with unrequited need.

     Pete could see it in Jeff's pleading eyes.  The older
man would do anything to gain sexual release.  And because
of this fact, the boy knew he was winning again.  Yes,
indeed.  Yet another sweet, and meek, and submissive, and
tormentable victim to add to his growing collection.  First
his mom.  Now Jeff.  What fun.  What next?

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