Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2023 17:00:19 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 105 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or use this link www.bit.ly/3SMcydH TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES ON NIFTY. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 105 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 52 - good Luke Luke laughed and held his hand out; but Po didn't laugh, he looked at Luke all serious, slowly reached into his pocket, dug deep so I could see his fist inside moving towards his thigh - Luke glanced at it - then slowly withdrew, holding the piece of paper which he took out of his pocket and sort of un-scrunched it, like he was thinking about what he would do, "Yeah? You want it?" "Yeah. Give us it." "Why should I?" "I just want to look at it for fuck sake. What's the big deal? It's just a name." "Ok. But you write your name too. Let's see it. Your full name. To see it." "Yeah? Well it won't be a pretty as your name, pretty boy!" Po smiled, "Show me!" He lay the paper out and flattened it and handed Luke the pen. Luke wrote his name - carefully like he had to think what it was. He had a middle name, which I never knew. When he finished he put the pen down and looked at Po as though to say, like, 'What do you think?' like he was a little boy and he wanted to know if he spelt his own name correctly. It was a bit sad. But Po, he takes the paper and doesn't say anything, he just folds it up and stuffs it in his pocket, you know, down his leg so it's, I think I can see it, somewhere next to his dick, yeah? Like that. And Luke laughed, like it didn't mean anything, like it was a joke; but now his name was stuffed right down by Po's leg, right down by Po's dick, and I knew what it meant even if Luke didn't get it. It meant Luke was his. And I knew it was just a matter of time. "Yeah?" said Po. "Yeah what?" Luke replied. "I thought you was showing it to me." "I changed my mind." Luke puffed, exasperated. "Ok. Fuck you," he muttered. "I only wanted to look. Suit yourself." Po stared at him. "So what is it you said, you wanted?" "I just wanted a look," said Luke. "All I wanted was to look! What's the big deal?" "No, last night. What was it you said last night?" Po was referring to them talking at the club. "You said you wanted to take over or something?" "I ... I ... Oh that!" Luke looked surprised, like he'd completely forgotten all about why he even was there in the first place! "Oh that, yeah, I ... I just thought, yeah, cause he's being treated, isn't he, not nice, and all this," he looked at me. "We talked about this, me and Jake, Dean and like it's not on! And what's this? A cage? And you sell him for blow jobs and for fucking and he's just this ... I mean ... He's a fucking prostitute fucking whore or something like I mean, how's that protecting him? I could, I could take over and I could look after him, better than you could. You're no good at all if all you do is this!" He had got himself all worked up suddenly and I reckon he thought he could make a difference. But Po honestly wasn't all that much impressed. I mean he wasn't upset either. He just didn't respond much to Luke getting all upset. He just looked at him, then calmly said, "Just look at my cock. It's much bigger than yours isn't it?" Po's cock was inside his tracks obviously but you could still see it. It was perfectly clear. The bulge where it kind of bent round inside his shorts. And you could see it was much bigger than Luke's cause his bulge was less prominent. Luke just laughed. "So what if it is?" "So my cock is superior. Why don't you touch it?" Luke laughed. "Why don't you touch mine?" Po smiled. "Sure. Why not?" "You're gay. You like cock don't you?" "I'm top. I like a guy to play with my cock. It makes me feel good cause it feels good. Just touch it, tell me what it feels like." "I'm not touching your fucking cock!" said Luke with contempt. Po smiled, "You want to but you won't let yourself. That's because you aren't admitting what you want. Why bother? Why not just be happy? Look at him," he leaned forward and flicked his fingers at me through the cage and I licked them, "he's happy. He's a dog now. Look at how happy he is." "I'm not like that," said Luke. "Aren't you? You know what you're like? You're like a ..." "I'm not!" said Luke. "I'm not!" "But you are gay. I know that. You've face-fucked your so-called protected species here so many times!" "He's sucked me off hundreds of times. He's everyone's slut. That's all he is. And what have you done to him? You've wrecked him you have. You've turned him into this!" "I've made him happy!" said Po. "And I can make you happy." "I'm perfectly fine!" "Are you? Are you? Look at this," and Po reached into his waistband and pulled it down so his erection sprung out. I must admit, I think even Luke was amazed by the size of it and how hard it was and the big hot lump end when Po gave it a yank and slid up and down the wet foreskin. I loved that look on his face, like, 'yeah?' Cause Po always knew. He knew how beautiful and powerful it was. Luke didn't speak for a second. Then he laughed. "What are you trying to do? Seduce me?" Po stared at his cock and then stared at Luke, "I don't know. Are you feeling seduced?" Luke laughed. But he didn't answer. "Have you ever worshipped another man's cock?" Luke didn't say anything. He looked at Po's cock. Po was massaging it, caressing it and feeling his balls. "You see," Po said like he was being ultra reasonable, "when a man offers to let you worship his cock you need to be grateful not dismissive. It's a great honour to be offered the opportunity to kneel down and put an object like this between your lips and taste what it produces. Do you see what I mean? Do you follow? I can see you want it." Luke still didn't speak. He seemed to be uncertain about it. He seemed to be trying to resist but also trying to admit what he wanted and give in. I could see his difficulty. He was genuinely in conflict. Po just let him think. That was his approach. Luke was in trouble. He didn't know how much. Po stood up and placed his legs apart either side of Luke's feet so Luke really had to look at it cause it was right in his face. But he didn't resist or anything. He didn't do anything. He just sat there like this div. Even when Po put his hand round Luke's neck Luke didn't resist, and when Po made him stand up, he stood up, and even let himself be kissed; because Po kissed him, he kissed him and he let himself be kissed, and I saw him, Luke, respond with the way his body arched and braced as Po's hands slipped round his waist and slid up and down his back. I could see that he had put his tongue inside Po's mouth and then accepted Po's tongue back and when Po gently stepped back, with a press to Luke's shoulders, Luke descended to the floor on his hands and knees and Po put the tip of his penis into his mouth. And Luke let him. Pretty soon Po was fucking Luke's mouth and Luke was letting him, adoring Po's cock increasingly desperately even holding it as well and grasping at Po's legs and his balls as he gagged himself on it the gunk pouring down his chin and his eyes teary and looking up occasionally at Po as though needing that reassurance that he was doing the right thing even desperately urging that Po should come in his throat, deeper breaths grabbed around it as Po gradually took control of him. "Yeah that's it. That's the idea. You got the idea. You like that cock? Yeah." He was fucking Luke's throat. "Yeah you like it. You used to be my friend, but now you're my slut. Aren't you?" It was a little bit like Luke didn't hear it he was so concentrated on Po's dick. He glanced up at Po, whose hand on the back of Luke's head gently kept him down on the root of it and even choking a bit. "That's a good lad Luke good lad Luke you like that good lad good Luke." Luke grunted. "You do know that's what a faggot would do. You're a good lad aren't you? Look up." Luke looked up. Po pulled back so that his prick gradually emerged from Luke's lips and then popped out, bouncing in Luke's nose in a sticky mess of spit. Luke licked his lips and opened hisouth to try to recapture it. "Open your mouth." Luke licked his lips and opened his mouth even wider. "Really wide. That's good. Now look at me. Look. That's good. Good lad. Wide. Wide as you can. Good lad. That's good. Head back. Now ..." Po gathered spit in his mouth and released a big fat bubbly gob into Luke's mouth. "Swallow it. Swallow it. Good lad. Swallow. It. Swallow. Yeah." Luke swallowed it. "You're a good lad aren't you? You're a good lad aren't you?" Luke was silent. "Yes? Are you?" Luke sort of nodded. "Aren't you then?" Po grabbed Luke's ear and held it tight. "Answer me!" Luke winced. "Answer. I'm waiting." He yanked Luke's ear which I knew must have hurt him so he was sort of whimpering. I felt sorry for him. "Shut up!" said Po, meaning me. I must have been whimpering. "I want to hear it from him." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 105