Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2009 19:51:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fabius Maximus <cunctatorgold@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool submissive Chapter Eleven

Pool Submissive Chapter Eleven
By Fabius
m/MF Reluctant S/M.

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     Pete was watching the way Sharma moved her
hips as the fourteen year old boy continued to
fuck his mother from behind.  He could see from
the way she moved that Sharma was close, very
close.  But Pete did not want her to orgasm, not
before he inflicted just one more indignity on
her.
Pete raised his voice to be heard over his mom's
moaning and squeals and whimpers.

     "Don't come Mom.  And I won't, either
`cause I'm saving it for that sweet, sweet,
almost virgin asshole of Jeff's."

  Sharma and Jeff both heard Pete's admonition.
                     To add
emphasis to what he was saying, Pete stopped
dead in mid hump.  Then he pulled out of his mom
altogether and motioned for his newest male
conquest to get positioned for a good butt
fucking.  Sharma, suddenly empty of her son's
surging cock, let out a cry of anguish and tried
to get up off the coffee table.

     "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

   She was so hungry for release that she went
                     totally
wild.

     Pete pressed his bulk down on his mom's
bucking and rearing body to keep her in place
under him.  He was not to be denied.  After Pete
gave her a few swats on her butt, Sharma sank
resignedly back onto the coffee table and began
to cry bitter tears of desolation.  She had
totally humiliated herself in front of her son
and his new male conquest, and all she had
received in return was unfulfillment and sex
starvation.

    For his part, Jeff felt some stirrings of
                   compassion
and fellow feeling for Sharma.  He knew from
personal experience how wicked Pete was, and he
reached out to comfort the poor sex starved
woman.

 Pete looked down at the two adults whose lives
                     he had
ruined and gloated.

 "How cute.  My little Jeff is trying to comfort
                       my
poor, slutty mom.  Well, well.  Maybe they
should get together and console each other later
tonight while I watch
and give directions.  And maybe, if they are
good little subbie sluts, I'll let them get
married someday, so I can have both of them to
play with for years and years."

Jeff recoiled from Pete's harsh, gloating words.
                       And
Sharma gazed up at her son with the most
pathetic look on her face.

     Pete just giggled.

     "But not now.  For now, I want to get my
mommy slick cock deep inside old Jeff here so I
can hear him squeal like the little piggy slut
he is."

 Jeff, finding some secret well of courage, rose
                      from
the floor to challenge the fourteen year old.
But Pete slapped him over and over till the
older man was cowed back down where he had been.

     "Now look, slut.  Get bent over like I told
you to, so I can put this hard cock of mine
right where I want it."

The older man crawled obediently up on his hands
                       and
knees, and then got himself set for the boy's
onslaught. Pete hardly gave the older man time
to get ready before thrusting himself deep into
Jeff's fundament.  Screaming from the pain of
this lewd invasion, Jeff twisted his body for
all he was worth, but he could not escape Pete
who hulked over him and pressed his attack.  The
frantic man screamed and yelled in mortal
terror, but to no avail whatsoever.

     Pete reached forward and grabbed a hank of
Jeff's hair and yanked the older man's head
around so he could make eye contact.

     "OK, bitch.  So you decided to argue with
me, and make nice with my mom while I was
disciplining her, and now you are trying to keep
me from doing what I want to do with you. Well,
let's see if you like what's going to happen to
you now any better."

 Pete then drew back his free hand and commenced
slapping the hapless Jeff all over his face.

     SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

   Jeff screamed in pain and made yet another
                   attempt to
free himself from the clutches of his captor.
But to no avail whatsoever.  Pete had him firmly
in hand and was not about to let go of him.  So
Jeff just had to kneel there and take whatever
punishment Pete wanted to give him.  And Pete
wanted plenty.

     SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

 The fourteen year old continued slapping Jeff's
                      face
until his cheeks were bright red and puffy.
Then Pete let go of the older man's hair and let
his head sink on his neck.  Jeff was crying and
squealing for all he was worth. But Pete was
nowhere near finished with him, yet.

     The furious fourteen year old grabbed up a
large hardback book that had been knocked to the
floor and began smashing it viciously against
the back of Jeff's head.

     SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM.

     Pete's vicious abuse of Jeff's head and
neck set up yet another chorus of wailing and
screaming.  By the time Pete's arms got tired,
Jeff's neck was solid red.  Jeff had screamed
himself hoarse from the excruciating pain Pete
was causing him, both in his butt hole and his
head.  But the anger in Pete still boiled his
blood for more and even more.

     "Ok, slut.  I'm going in the other room and
get that belt.  While I'm gone, you had better
turn over on your back so I can really get at
you.  And don't you dare disobey me, or I'll do
something even worse than that to you."

Jeff had heard Pete's words through the storm of
                       his
pain, and he set up a howl of protest.

     "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Ppppppplllllleeeeeeaaaassssssseeeeee,
Nooooooooo.  Please, please stop.  I'll obey you
from now on, Pete.  Oh please, don't hurt me
anymore.  I'll be gooooddddddd."

     Pete glared down at his cringing victim.

     "Too late, bitch.  You had your chance to
mind me, and you didn't take it.  Now I'm going
to make SURE that you obey me from now on."

     As Pete got up off the floor to go get his
horrid belt, Jeff began begging him with loud,
screams of anguish.

     "Pete, pleeeeeassssse.  You are my owner
from now on. Plllleeeeeeeasssseee don't go.
You're going to Kiiiillllll me."

 Sharma looked over at Jeff who was begging his
                       boy
owner in his total helplessness, and a shiver of
lust coursed through her loins as she heard Jeff
beg and plead with him.  She had done so much
begging herself over the past few months that it
was a true turn on to hear someone else do the
begging for a change.  Especially as that
someone was begging her son.

     Of course Sharma knew that Pete would never
give in to Jeff's pleas.  But it still made her
wet to hear him beg. Maybe Pete would get tired
of using that belt after a while and make her
have a go at Jeff.  That would really turn
Sharma on.

     Pete stormed out of the room, and Jeff lay
on the floor, totally crushed.  By the time Pete
had returned to Jeff's living room, the belt
swinging against his naked thigh, Jeff had
obediently turned over on his back and grimly
awaited his punishment.  Without saying a word,
Pete strode up to where Jeff was staring up at
him, terrified eyes as big as silver dollars,
and brought the leather belt down right across
his upthrust and defenseless belly.  Jeff opened
his mouth and a wail emerged that was so gut
wrenching as to cause Sharma almost to feel
sorry for him. When Jeff had emptied his lungs
with screaming and inhaled once more, Pete
brought the belt down again.

     STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP,
STRAP, STRAP.

     Pete's arm went up and down like a driving
piston.  The metal clad tongue of the wide
leather belt bit remorselessly
into Jeff's vulnerable flesh.  His belly and
thighs began turning crimson from being so
mercilessly treated.  And Jeff screamed, and
screamed, and screamed.  Oh how he screamed.

     The tormented man completely lost it.  He
sprayed Pete with a jet of hot urine as his
bladder let go.  He vomited violently, covering
himself with a sour spray of halfdigested food.
And Pete just kept on with his methodical belt
strapping until the agony overwhelmed his victim
completely and he fainted dead away.

     Pete, frustrated beyond measure at losing
his plaything to unconsciousness, ran into the
kitchen and returned almost immediately with a
pitcher of ice water from the refrigerator.  The
boy dumped the water unceremoniously on Jeff's
slack face and watched satisfied as the older
man's eyes fluttered open.

     "Ok, Jeff.  Now I want you to stretch out
your arms as far as you can.  Stretch them out
over your head as far apart as they will go."

A totally cowed Jeff did as he was told, setting
                       up
another chorus of wailing.

   "Now, I want you to spread your legs as far
                    apart as
you can."

     Jeff, now in a state of total surrender
spread his legs apart until his hips ached.
Then he twisted his ankles until his joints
burned as though he were soaked in acid. And
then he gave voice to an unending wail of purest
anguish.

 Then Pete started in on him once more with the
                      belt.

     STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP, STRAP

     The fourteen year old tormentor
concentrated on Jeff's inner thighs and crotch,
now fully exposed and vulnerable to him.  Soon
Jeff's thighs were crisscrossed with long angry
red welts and his inflamed cock was puffy and
swollen from the continuous belt strapping.  The
pain finally proved too much for the tortured
man and he passed out once again.

 Pete breathed heavily as he tried to recuperate
                      from
their strenuous exercise.  When he had caught
his breath, Pete rushed into the kitchen again
to fetch more water.  But this time when he
returned, the flint edge of his fury had
somewhat subsided.  But he was clearly still in
no mood to be argued with.  And Sharma knew it,
too, just by looking at him.

     Pitcher in hand, Pete slowly sauntered
toward Jeff's unconscious and battered body.
Unhurriedly this time, the fourteen year old
dribbled the water on his victim's slack face
until Jeff began to sputter and shake his head.
When his eyes met Pete's, Jeff began to blubber
like a terrified child.

     "Pppppllllleeeeeeaaaassssseeeee, Pete.
Pllleassssee don't hurrrrttt mmmeeeeeee.
Pllleeeaaasssseeeee, pppllleeeaaassseeee."

 Pete smiled down at his totally broken captive.

     "Are you going to behave me from now on,

Jeff," Pete said softly, letting his hand stroke

the man's brow in a gesture of mock comfort.

 "Oooooohhhhhhh yyyyeeeeeeeesssssssssss, Pete."

     Pete slid his index finger along Jeff's
     parched lips. "Open your mouth like a good
     little baby for me." Jeff immediately
     opened his lips and allowed his
tormentor to probe around inside.  Pete let his
fingertip travel back and forth along Jeff's
tongue.  The older man kept absolutely still,
his complete terror apparent in his bloodshot
eyes.

     Pete took out his Jeff-spit moistened
finger and used it to rub against the older
man's tormented and distended
nipple.  Jeff gasped in pain, but did not move a

hair.  Pete smiled.

 "Does ums hurt, baby?  Does ums hurt real, real

                      bad?"

     Jeff knew that he must answer.

     "Yessss, Pete."

  Pete switched his lewd attention to the other

                     nipple.

     "Does ums hurt a real whole lot, baby."

     Jeff shuddered.

     Yes, Pete.  I hurt a real whole lot."

     Pete moved his hand down the older man's
tormented body and cupped Jeff's flaccid cock
and balls in his hand and squeezed just a
trifle.  Jeff winced and sucked in his ragged
breath through clenched teeth.  But, once again,
he had better sense than to move.  Pete
continued to stroke and pet.


     "Yes, Jeff baby.  I know you hurt.  And
it's good that you hurt.  Very good.  You hurt
because you were bad and didn't obey me.  Just
imagine how good it would feel right now to have
my hands feeling you up like this if I hadn't
been forced by your disrespectful disobedience
of me to punish you.  It's your own fault that
you hurt.  Isn't it, Jeff?"


Jeff cried and cried.  But he knew he had to say
                       it
right.

     "Yessss, Pete.  It's my fault."

     Right then, Jeff felt only pain as a result
of Pete's wanton ministrations.  But he
understood what his owner was telling him about
his possible future.  And Jeff had to admit to
himself that, despite everything that had
happened to him so far, it probably would be in
his true best interest to obey his owner in the
future and to reap the erotically satisfying
rewards associated with good behavior. Pete had
conditioned the older man so perfectly in such a
short time.

  "Jeff.  I already know that left to yourself,
                       you
really do want to be a nasty little slutty
subbie boy lover deep down inside.  I knew that
the first time I caught you looking at me while
I swam in your pool.  I just knew you would
become a slave to my cock.

     Jeff shuddered.

     "Yes, Pete."

     "And I and my Mommy slut over there will
just love to play with you from now on.  And Mom
belongs totally to me as you already have
figured out by now.  And that being the case, I
can absolutely guarantee you that if you behave
yourself like a good little subbie and obey me
from now on, you can expect an occasional slavey
treat from her as well."

"Or do I have to get the belt to you some more."

     Jeff cringed just as if Pete had already
picked up the belt to hit him with, which he had
not, but most certainly could if he wanted to.
Seeing Jeff's reaction to his words, Pete
giggled and began lazily stroking the older
man's abused cock.  Despite himself, Jeff began
to wriggle and pant.

"Now you don't really want me to have to get the
                      belt
again.  Do you, baby?"

Jeff shook his head violently from side to side.

     "Noooooo.  Pleeease, Pete."

  Pete reached under his slave's now compliant
                    body and
poked his finger inside Jeff's butt hole and
began plundering around in there.  Jeff sucked
in his breath, but did nothing whatsoever to
give Pete an excuse to strap his again.  Pete
leaned down and placed his lips on Jeff's.  The
older man parted his own lips and allowed the
fourteen year old to snake his tongue inside his
mouth.  Jeff immediately began sucking on his
owner's tongue, just as he knew he should.  And
as the two males kissed, Jeff let out a little
moaning whimper of surrender.

 Pete continued to kiss and pet his new conquest
                      until
Jeff was panting and the teenager could feel the
first stirrings of passion deep within his
captive's tormented body.

     "You do want to obey me from now on, don't
you, Jeff?"

     Jeff nodded slowly.

     "And you're never going to disobey me, ever
again.  Are you, Jeff."

     "No, Pete," Jeff said, and this time, he
really, truly meant it.

     "Then roll over for me like a good boy."

     Jeff slowly allowed Pete to roll his body
until he was kneeling face down on his living
room floor.  Jeff knelt there as docile as a
lamb, his cock throbbing and sticky with his own
dewy precum as he awaited whatever Pete cared to
do to him..

     Pete looked over at Sharma who had been
                  following the
entire scene from across the room.  Her own sex
hunger had not slackened one bit.  If anything,
Pete's mom was hornier than ever.

     "Come over here, Mom and let Jeff fuck your
subbie cunt just like the dog slut you are."

     Sharma crawled over to where her son had
his conquest firmly in hand, and without a word,
presented her backside to him.  Jeff immediately
moved forward until, with Sharma's hungry help,
his shaft was deep inside her.  Then Jeff raised
up a little so he could look back as his boy
owner mounted his.  The older man sighed as
Pete's shaft penetrated deep inside him.  His
hips moved forcefully, first to fuck his owner's
mom, then back to meet Pete's lusty thrusts.

  And as they fucked, Jeff thought to himself.
                     Yes, he
would obey from now on.  Yes he would.  He would
be a good little boy, and Pete wouldn't have to
use the belt on him any more.  And Jeff could
fuck Pete's mom's cunt anytime he was told to.
And her butt hole, too, if Pete told him to. And
Pete would let him taste his sweet cock from
time to time, and cum in his mouth, and even pee
in his mouth if he wanted to.  And so would
Sharma if Pete told her to.  And he would be a
very, very good little boy from now on.

     "Is it good, baby," Pete wanted to know.

     "Yessss, Pete."

"And do you want me to keep my long schlong deep
                       in
your pooper now?"

   Jeff shuddered, but he also remembered the
                    horrible
belt.  And, as Pete continued to fuck him, Jeff
was beginning to like the sensation of having
the boy inside him; even more than he liked the
sensation of fucking Pete's mom.

     "Yesssss, Pete."

     This time there was no resistance, no
gainsaying, no struggle at all.  Jeff moaned in
delirious pleasure as the boy stroked into him,
forcing his own cock deep inside Sharma's cunt.
Anything was better than that belt.
Anything at all.  Jeff would be meek from now
on.  He would be shy and timid.  He would obey.
He would be sooooo good.

 Pete stopped thrusting and pulled out of Jeff's
                      butt
hole.  The older man began to whine and wriggle.

"Well, silly.  Beg me for it.  You know you want
                       to.
Don't you, baby."

     Jeff pressed his gaping sphincter firmly up
against his owner's throbbing prong and wiggled
his hips seductively.

     "Pleeeease, Jeff.  Please put it in my ass.
Pleeeease."

 Jeff needed no further encouragement.  He drove
                      hard
once more into his subbie's fundament until his
balls spanked the older man's already enflamed
butt cheeks..  His own precum lubrication eased
the pain somewhat as he stroked
slowly back and forth inside the older man.  But
Jeff still felt as if he were being spitted.
Hot tears of sex hunger laced his cheeks. The
fourteen year old just loved the sound of a man
whining to be fucked.  Especially if he was the
cause of that sound.  Jeff moaned and bucked
just a little until Pete playfully hand slapped
his flank and told him to be still and take his
butt fucking like a man.

     Jeff obediently bent to the task of fucking
Sharma while being fucked by her son.  His balls
ached for release and his cock oozed inside
Sharma's cunt.

     Pete knew all the signs by now.

     "Do you want to cum, Jeff."

     Jeff's breath was exploding in ragged
bursts and sweat was popping out on his upper
lip.

     "Yesssssss, Pete."

 Sharma was also making noises as it she were a
                     dog in
heat.

     "Mommy, Does ums want Jeff to cum right in
your nasty little cunt for you?  And do you want
to cum yourself for your loving son?"

     Sharma nodded her head in assent.  Though
she tried halfheartedly to convince herself it
was fear of the belt that made her give in to
Pete's obscene demand, Sharma knew deep down
that it was her itching desire and need to be
humiliated that compelled her to say 'yes.'
Pete was still her owner, and she knew what she
was being forced to do was so very wrong.  And
that made it all the more to be desired.

 But she had to admit that Jeff was also a stud
                     with a
big cock.  And right now, that cock was rammed
up her cunt to the hilt.  And she was getting
used to it; and liking it a lot.

     Pete was feeling great.  His mom was his
sex slave totally now, as was Jeff.  The boy
would probably never have to use the belt on
either of them ever again.  Both of his sex toys
knew that deep down, they wanted to serve him
more than anything else.

 "Go ahead.  Both of you, and cum hard for me."

     Hearing his owner's words of encouragement,
Jeff gushed his hot sperm load deep into
Sharma's hot, hungry cunt.  His prick spurted
and spurted, emptying his large balls into his
owner's mom's most intimate place.  And when he
was finished, the older man fell on top of her,
exhausted from his lured exertions.

     Feeling Jeff's explosion inside her, Sharma
fell over the edge and orgasmed over and over
again.  Her cries of release mixed with those of
Jeff.  They rocked back and forth, Jeff's
squeezing butt hole giving Pete a treat as he
rode the older man to the finish.

     Then the boy let himself explode inside
Jeff's hole.
He thrust himself deep, deep inside Jeff's
bottom, and came, and came, and came hot jets of
purest lust.

     Pete slowly withdrew from his latest
conquest.  And then the boy smiled his sweetest
post coital smile to think that it had been he
who had awakened the deep need to be dominated
by a young boy in yet another person.

     Satisfied for the moment, Sharma crawled
away from Jeff and climbed onto the loveseat,
where she silently watched her son exercise his
perverse will over Jeff.

  Jeff knelt on his living room floor, boy cum
                    dripping
obscenely out of his rectum, while Pete leaned
back and finger diddled the older man's spasming
rosette.  Jeff held himself very, very still in
hopes that Pete would continue to play with his
butt hole just long enough for him to cum again.
But Pete had no intention of allowing his new
sex toy to cum once more just yet.  He wanted to
get Jeff frustrated and needy for as long as he
could.  So each time Jeff seemed near orgasm,
Pete would do something to distract him; like
spanking his abused butt or squeezing his balls.

Then Jeff got to begging his owner to please let
                       his
cum, and Pete kept putting conditions on his
permission. First Jeff had to give Pete what can
only be referred to as a world class blowjob.
But, even though Jeff did a perfect job, still
Pete wasn't satisfied.  So Jeff then had to
spend the next hour providing all kinds of
obscene little services to Pete and Sharma.
That got him a little closer to his goal, but
still Pete demanded more.  So Jeff finally had
to do some really nasty things for Pete that
involved his mom; things that are of course best
left to the imagination, but which most
assuredly proved beyond a shadow of doubt that
he was truly and thoroughly owned by the boy.

     At the end of this latest bout of
humiliation and degradation, Pete had just about
decided to go ahead and let Jeff get off.  So he
ordered Sharma to come over and plunder her
hungry tongue about his fundament, licking and
sucking all of Jeff's remaining boy cum out of
his hole.  This treatment by Pete's mom nearly
drove Jeff mad with unfulfilled frustration
because Pete had still refused to let him
climax.

 But finally Pete relented, seeing that his new
                     subbie
was almost over the edge.  Then and only then
did Pete permit poor, frustrated Jeff the
privilege of lewdly masterbating himself into a
big cum.

     So it was well past daylight when Pete
finally brought his lewd domination show to a
close and allowed his mom and Jeff some much
needed rest.  The last thing the happy Pete saw
before going to sleep himself was his two grown
up subbies, Jeff and Sharma, with their faces
pressed firmly into each other's crotches,
languidly licking away at each other till sleep
finally overcame them both.


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