Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2009 14:29:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fabius Maximus <cunctatorgold@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Submiossive Chapter Eight

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

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     Pete decided that the time was now right to order his
subbie mom into the picture and cement his total control
over her as well as his newest conquest, Jeff.  The boy
walked over to Jeff's telephone, called his house and
ordered his mom, who had been waiting by her phone as
instructed, to get her butt over to Jeff's house right now.
Since Pete lived only two doors down from Jeff's house, and
since it was already dark outside, Pete ordered his mom to
come over in nothing but her bath robe.  Sharma tried to
argue her son out of this latest humiliation, but Pete would
not have it.

     "Look, bitch," the fourteen year old shouted into the
phone, "I told you what to do, now do it!"

     Sharma sobbed in defeat, knowing that she really had no
choice in the matter, and had had none since she had fallen
under her son's wicked spell right after Christmas Break the
previous year.  How that submissive fall had occurred was
the subject of another story that Sharma just didn't want to
think about now.

     Assuming as always that his salacious orders would be
carried out, Pete slammed down the phone and returned to
tormenting the cringing and vulnerable Jeff who lay placidly
on his own living room floor and allowed the boy to do
whatever struck his fancy.  And Pete's fancy was pretty
sick.

     Five minutes later, Jeff's doorbell rang.  Pete left a
shivering and moaning naked Jeff lying on his living room
floor and went to the front door to let Sharma in.

     As soon as mother and son were back in Jeff's living
room, the boy said, "drop that robe, mom, so you'll be just
as naked as my other little play toy here.  Sharma, wide
eyed and still unbelieving at seeing Jeff naked and covered
in angry welts that she was quite certain he had gotten at
the hands of her son, immediately did as she was told,
knowing full well the consequences should she refuse.

     For his part, Jeff just lay quietly on the floor, not
looking up at the now naked mother of his tormenting young
owner.  He had not been told to do anything, and so he just
lay there uncertain but fearful.

     Pete pushed his naked mom down beside the older man on
the floor and began running his palms up and down her naked
back, occasionally reaching around to give her nipples a
vicious pinch.  Sharma began squealing in pain, big tears of
pain and humiliation running down her face.  Pete giggled.
He liked giving his mom pain; a lot.

     Without preamble, Pete smiled and cleared his throat.

     "Mom.  I want you to beg me to fuck you in front of
Jeff.  Now that would make me really happy."

     Despite her innermost fears of her son's wrath, Sharma
shook her head.  Even now, after everything she had gone
through so far for the past six months, her tortured brain
refused to believe that she had heard correctly.  She just
sat there, completely dumbfounded.  Hoping against hope that
she was wrong about what she thought she had heard.  How
could Pete want to make her beg him to fuck her in front of
Jeff.  That was too sick even for Pete.

     Pete's menacing voice broke through the fog that
clouded Sharma's brain.

     "Well, Mom.  Don't you want to do what your sonny boy
says?  You know that it would make me just so happy for Jeff
here to watch me pork you with that fat cock of mine.  The
very same fat cock I fucked his butt hole with not three
hours ago?  The very same fat cock you begged me to fuck you
with last night.  Don't you want to make me happy?"

     Sharma hesitated just a second before replying.

     "Or do I have to go get my belt and teach you all about
how to obey me just like I did last week, hmmmmmm?
Remember?"

     Sharma suddenly cried aloud at the thought of being
welted like she saw Jeff's body.  She knew what that belt
felt like and she didn't ever want to feel it again.

     To make his point, Pete arose from the floor and strode
toward the living room door, as if he were on his way to
retrieve the belt.

     Sharma immediately began to cry out in stark terror.
She crawled on all fours after her son, her pendulous
breasts swaying as she moved.  Her pitiful pleas for mercy
were an incoherent babble of imploring monosyllables.  She
clutched at Pete's hand and brought it down to her trembling
lips.  She kissed it fervently and sucked on the fingers in
a ludicrous attempt to gain the fourteen year old's
reprieve.  Pete just laughed at Sharma's antics.

     "Pleeeeeeease, Pete.  I'll be good.  I promise I wll.
I'll do anything you want me to do.  Pleeeeease don't get
the belt again. Pleeeeeease."

     Pete patted his utterly distraught mom's cheek in order
to reassure her.

     "So now you do agree to beg me to take pity on your
nasty cunt and give you some of that famous long dong of
mine, hmmmmmmm?"

     Sharma vigorously nodded her head in agreement.  She
would do whatever it took to avoid any more pain, especially
pain from being strapped by that horrible belt.

     Pete giggled as he saw how earnestly his mom was
attempting to communicate her willingness to obey.

     "And what about poor old Jeff over there," the boy
asked.  "Can he fuck you' too?"

     Sharma looked over at the cringing older man where he
lay shivering on the floor, his eyes clamped shut in fear.

     "Yes, Pete," she signed resignedly.

     Pete smirked down at his two adult conquests.

     "I can't wait to see him shag that mommie cunt of yours
for you until you scream while I butt fuck him till he
screams."

     Pete's hands began caressing his mon's body once more
as he continued.

     "And if you beg real sexy for me, mom, I might even be
persuaded to give you that treat I promised you last night."

     Sharma bowed her head in humiliation and resignation.
She most assuredly did not want her son's new male conquest
to put his erect penis inside her body and fuck her until
she screamed.  The horror of the though of her having sexual
relations with this man who was her son's plaything turned
her stomach.  But, just as surely, Sharma did not want to be
abused any more by her vicious son, either.

     And didn't she recall somewhere in the recesses of her
dazed mind that Pete had promised her last night that if she
got through this ghastly ordeal with Jeff somehow, her owner
would reward her with a treat.  Surely then, if she obeyed
totally and made her owner son happy by her complete
submission to the fourteen year old's orders, Pete would
take pity on her and give her her treat.  Surely he would.

     The now totally confused and befuddled woman slowly
turned her head up toward her leering owner who stood over
her in rapt expectation of what was to come.  Pete's greedy
eyes moved from his naked mother cringing at his feet to
Jeff lying on the floor.  The boy's senses feasted on Jeff's
naked and vulnerable body, covered in angry red welts from
the strapping he had given him earlier in the evening, and
flushed with humiliation and embarrassment.  Oh how Pete
hungered to take the older man and use him just as he was;
physically abused and morally confused.  But first he must
be made to beg him for it, to humiliate himself completely
before the fourteen year old and his cowed mom, to subjugate
himself absolutely to his young owner's brutal carnal
demands, to surrender himself totally to the boyabjectly and
to beseech him with all his heart to use his enormous boy
cock any way he desired upon his poor, unworthy body.  Any
way at all.

     Pete left his naked and subservient mom weeping by the
living room door and strode confidently back to the sofa
where his naked subbie Jeff still lay on the floor,
degradation and humiliation showing all over his face.

     "Well, slut.  Don't you have something to say to me?"

     As he spoke, Pete reached out his hand and stroked
Jeff's hair.  Feeling his lecherous touch on his body, the
older man cringed.

     Pete put his little finger in his mouth and sucked on
it until it was slickly wet with his spit.  Then he placed
the saliva-coated fingertip against the inside of his
subbie's ear and began rummaging around with it.  Jeff
shivered once more, repulsed by his owner's probing finger
and domineering manner.

     Pete removed his wet willie, leaned over, and began
licking Jeff's ear.

     "Well.  Answer me, silly," the fourteen year old
whisper licked into the older man's ear as he allowed his
hand to rove over Jeff's upper body.

     Jeff tried to steel himself for what he knew he had to
do, but his nerve faltered.  He turned to face his owner,
anguish suffusing his countenance.

     "Please, Pete.  Please don't make me do this.
Pleeeeeease.  I'll do just anything you want me to.  But
pppllleeeeaaaassseee don't make me do this."

     Pete could barely hear Jeff's plea, so soft was his
voice.  Instead of answering the older man, Pete leaned down
and began kissing him tenderly on the mouth while his
dumbfounded naked mother watched.  Jeff slowly responded,
hoping against hope that by being pliant and encouraging
Pete to continue kissing him, he could somehow cause his
owner to have pity on him and stay his owner's terrible
desire.  Pete continued to kiss the older man, stroking his
hair and comforting Jeff just as before.  The boy so loved
it when one of his conquests tried to wheedle him with
seductive physical favors.  Pete wondered just how far Jeff
would go to keep from having to be forced into intercourse
with his owner's mom. Well, now was a good time to find out,
even though Pete had absolutely no intention of being
deterred from his goal of making Jeff and Sharma both submit
to a bout of boy fucking.  First one, then the other would
feel the power of his young, throbbing cock.  Pete was sure
of it.  And Pete always got his way.  Didn't he?

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