Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2009 15:10:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: cunctatorgold@yahoo.com
Subject: Pool submissive Chapter Seven

Pool Submissive Chapter Seven
By Fabius
m/M Reluctant Humiliation.

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     Fourteen year old Pete asked the question once again of
his late thirties man toy using his purring voice to coax
Jeff to answer him.

     "Come on now, Jeff. Answer me like a good little slut."

     As much under Pete's thrall as he was, Jeff clearly
heard the note of latent menace in the fourteen year old's
cooing command.  And Jeff was not too far gone to recognize
that implicit in Pete's tone of voice was the promise for
much more pain to come should Jeff answer in a way that his
boy owner did not like. Jeff may have been tentatively
allowing himself to become more at ease with Pete's long,
slender fingers as the boy casually and possessively stroked
and petted the older man's vulnerable and sex hungry body.
But his mind kept reminding him that those soothing,
tantalizing fingers could just as easily become rending
talons at a moment's change of his owner's whim.

     Sensing how close he was coming to being the woeful
recipient of a further onslaught of Pete's violent and
unpredictable anger, Jeff slowly nodded his bowed head in
agreement.

     SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

     Jeff jerked his head back in a vain attempt to keep
Pete from slapping him again.  But to no avail.  The
fourteen year old's palm struck his cheeks with blinding
pain.

     "Say it out loud, bitch."

     Jeff cried out in terror and agony.

     "YEEEEESSSSSS.  Yessss.  It was a pretty show I put on
for you, Pete."

     Jeff broke down into sobs once more.

     Pete lifted the older man's head with his outstretched
hand.  The fourteen year old then kissed Jeff's lips
tenderly, letting his hands rove freely over whatever he
could find to delight and interest him.  Jeff, despite his
best efforts to stifle his reaction to being so wantonly
kissed and caressed by the boy, made a little moaning sound
deep in the back of his throat.  As Pete continued to tongue
kiss him and touch his body, Jeff began tentatively to kiss
back.  Pete finally pulled his lips away and smiled over at
his newest conquest.

     Pete cupped Jeff's scrotum in his hand and squeezed it
softly.

     "I bet that my little Jeff would have to confine
himself to just one tiny bungee cord to tie up these itty
bitty nuts of his."

     Jeff looked nervously down at what his owner was doing
to him and wished as hard as he could that the boy would
take his hand away.  The older man was very frightened
indeed that Pete would squeeze his nut sack to the point of
screaming agony.  But he knew he had better agree with his
young tormentor if he didn't want to goad the boy into
hurting him more.

     "Yes, Pete."

     Pete placed the index finger of his other hand against
Jeff's slightly parted lips.  The older man immediately
began sucking on the proffered fingertip of his owner, just
as he knew instinctively he was supposed to do.

     "That's a good little slut.  Now you just keep on
sucking on my yummy little fingertip no matter what I do to
you.  Right, baby."

     Jeff nodded slowly, all the while continuing to suck
slavishly on Pete's fingertip.

     SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

     Pete's other hand had released its hold on Jeff's
scrotum so that he could apply a barrage of resounding slaps
to the older man's cheek.  Jeff almost forgot himself, so
sharp was the pain on the side of his face.  But he retained
enough self control not to cry out, but to continue his
obedient suckling of Pete's finger.

     Pete smiled as he removed his moistened finger.

     "What a goooood little subbie bitch you are, Jeff
baby."

     Jeff bowed his head in abject submission to his new boy
owner.

     "And you are my sexy little subbie bitch from now on.
Aren't you, Jeff?"

     Jeff slowly raised his head to meet his owner's gaze.
Pete could see that his victim's eyes shown with fear.

     "Yes, Pete.  I'm your sexy little subbie bitch from now
on."

     "And I'll bet you would really like for my cock sucking
mom to see just what kind of a sexy, slutty, subbie picture
you make, too.  Wouldn't you.  I bet she can't even begin to
guess what a truly nasty sick little slut you are after all.
I bet she'll be so surprised when she sees your pink little
tongue, stuck out as far as it will go, licking off all that
yummy cum from her boy's nasty little cock.  Won't she,
baby."

     Pete's harsh words started Jeff sobbing all over again.
How could Pete be so tender to him one minute and so cruel
the very next?  The imperious fourteen year old just sat and
waited for his victim to calm down once more.  It took quite
a while this time for Jeff to cry himself out.  But Pete did
not mind in the least.  He used the time to amuse and
entertain himself in feeling the older man up.  He so
enjoyed the touch of Jeff's welt covered and trembling naked
flesh and the way the spirit-broken older man put up no
resistance at all any more to his owner's wanton squeezing
of his intimate parts.

     When Jeff cried out in pain as the boy dug his
fingernails agonizingly into his balls, Pete raised his
fingertip to the older man's lips and pushed against them,
just like before.  Jeff shuddered as Pete's sensual spell
came over him once more and obediently opened his mouth for
his owner to stick his finger way inside.  Jeff closed his
eyes tight shut and began to suckle the offered finger
unbidden, his manner as earlier one of abject surrender.

     "Do you want Mom to see you sucking me off, Jeff?"

     Jeff shook his head slowly from side to side while
maintaining his sucking hold on his owner's probing finger.
That probing finger was now Jeff's lifeline to his new
world.  And he was letting himself become intimately
acquainted with it.

     "Do you understand clearly that I will make you suck me
off in front of Mom and then make you lick her nasty cunt
and do all sorts of other sick things with her pretty soon
now.  And you had better obey me completely from now on and
always in the future behave yourself like a good little
subbie slut when you are around me and Mom."

     Jeff immediately nodded his head in assent.  He now
knew for certain that he just had to be as good as gold from
now on or Pete would become angry with him again.  The older
man did not want to face that prospect at all.  Better by
far to obey his owner and reap the erotic rewards that Pete
might bestow upon him from time to time as a consequence of
his submissiveness.

     Pete smiled as he slowly removed his finger from
between Jeff's sucking lips and casually wiped it's saliva
coated dampness off on the older man's face.

     Pete hummed softly as he rubbed the spit wet tip of his
finger back and forth against Jeff's taut nipple.

     "I bet you are really going to squeal just like a
little piggie slut when I put the clothespins on your little
nips for you."

     Once again, Jeff nodded his head in agreement with his
owner.  Jeff did his best to control his growing anxiety at
what his owner was saying about him.

     "Does Jeff like sucking Pete's cock for him?"

     Jeff, who, despite himself, was slowly but surely being
turned on by Pete's finger sliding in and out of his mouth,
wriggled and sighed.

     "Yesssss, Pete."

     Pete smiled more broadly and continued to tease the
older man's sensitive nipple.

     "Now, does Jeff want a nice treat?  Does Jeff want to
taste his owner again?  Does he want to run his nasty slut
tongue all over his owner's yummy cock?"

     Jeff nodded his head slowly in assent and shyly let his
eyes rise to meet Pete's.

     "Yessss, Pete.  I want to run my tongue all over your
yummy cock and lick you till you cum out every last drop."

     Pete was somewhat taken aback by Jeff's sudden
brazenness, but recovered himself quickly.

     "Well, maybe if little Jeff is very, very obedient, and
does absolutely everything his owner Pete tells his to do
from now on.  Just maybe, Pete will let little Jeff have a
yummy tasty treat after mom comes over."

     Jeff smiled demurely at his owner.  Now, the older man
allowed himself to live in hope as well as fear.  Maybe if
he gave the boy a really good cum, Pete would finally allow
the older man the sexual release he agonized over so badly.

     Pete smiled down at his new plaything.  He was just
about ready to jab his ultimate scorpion sting deep into the
older man's soul.

     "Now, Jeff.  Tell me for true.  Do you love me?  I
mean, do you really love me?"

     Jeff, whose frantic fear once again suddenly and
completely overwhelmed his erotic hope, just sat there on
the floor, motionless and mute.  In the dim recesses of his
mind, the older man caught an uncertain glimmer of where
that question might lead, and he really, truly did not want
to go there.  But would Pete allow him to demur?

     SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

     Jeff's head jerked horribly back and forth in response
to Pete's vicious hand slaps.  Somewhere in the back of his
mind, Jeff dimly realized that Pete had asked him a truly
pivotal question designed to test just how far the older man
would go to obey his boy owner.  He tried his best to
remember it so he could respond correctly.  He so
desperately wanted the pain his boy owner was inflicting
upon his to stop.

     "Well.  Do you, Jeff?"

     The older man looked at his owner with unfocused eyes.

     "Do I what, Pete," Jeff whispered in a dead monotone.

     "Do you love me?"

     Pete giggled as he watched Jeff's attempt to try to get
his act together.

     Jeff concentrated very hard.  He knew that the wrong
answer now would result in a great deal more pain and
humiliation being heaped upon him.  He did not want any more
of that.  Really and truly he didn't.  Especially from Pete.
He decided to just say 'yes.'

     "Yes, Pete."

     Pete caressed his new sub's slap-reddened cheek
tenderly.  Then, the fourteen year old allowed his hand
slowly and gently to trail down the older man's slender neck
once more and rest softly on the blood engorged shaft of his
sex toy, caressing the flesh oh so seductively.

     "So that's good.  If you love me, you would do anything
to make me happy.  Wouldn't you, Jeff?"

     Jeff responded slowly, uncertain of everything except
that he did not want to cause Pete to have any excuse
whatsoever for giving him any more pain.

     What Jeff truly wanted most of all was for Pete just
simply to continue stroking his cock instead of slapping him
senseless.  It had felt so much better to have his owner's
loving hands on his body, stroking and caressing rather than
punishing and hurting.  But now Jeff knew with absolute
certainty that he would have to agree totally with anything
and everything Pete said from now on if his hopes for more
Pete loving and less Pete paining were to be realized. "

     "Yes, Pete."

     Pete let his hungry eyes rove across the naked older
man's torso seeing him now, so meek and subservient.  Pete
had to exert a great deal of self control just to keep
himself from dragging Jeff around his living room by his
short hair right that minute, or grabbing up the belt that
still lay on the bedroom floor and beating him senseless
with it until the older man was completely covered by
painful welts. The boy could hardly wait to see Jeff totally
broken to his will.  But wait he must if he were going to
drive the older man all the way down the ladder of
degradation.  And that is exactly what the boy wanted to do
more than anything else in the world.
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