Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2022 08:55:00 +0000
From: ^sharper <sharper.inorbit@protonmail.com>
Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 49

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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 49

"He's very sub," said Po, looking at me approvingly.

"Yes he is," said Jobal.
He pointed to the floor, "Show me the soles of your feet."
I lifted my legs back and let him examine my feet.
"Good feet. Good arches. Ok. As you were. Yeah. Not bad. Straight legs.
They like that. Not too fit ... Do you like football?" he asked me.
"I, er, not that much..."
"Yeah? What team you support?"
"I, er," I looked at Po.
"Hey!" said Jobal, sort of scolding, "Don't look at him. Look at me. I'm
asking."
"Arsenal!" I said.
"The Gunners! Good choice. No right answer. Just interested."

He went back to stroking my back up and down, making my shoulders and
backside push out. In fact I began aching for it. My hole hurt for a fuck
and I wondered if Jobal was going to fuck me. Everytime his hand touched
my bottom I wanted him to put his finger into me.

I really did!

I could smell him. And I could see him. And he was dirty. Not dirt dirty,
but like ... fucking dirty.

"Definitely an improvement on those other ones you brought us," he said,
"You forget there are blokes like this, total fags."

He looked at me like I was something interesting he'd found in a shop.

"You see this?" he said, stroking my spine, "You see this response? The
way they arch the back? That's what you want. It's submissive. It's so
submissive. Oh very good. Just what you need. Not too feminine for a
man-bitch, I suppose. Surprisingly. Surprisingly masculine in fact.
Surprisingly." Jobal laughed, stroking me casually. "You know I'm
surprised a man-bitch is this masculine, like a different kind of thing
isn't it? Not anything like a girl."

Po nodded.
"Yeah, Obviously a male." Jobal patted my stomach with his palm. "Good
stock. Good stomach. Flat. Tight as a drum. That's good. He should brass
up well, with a bit of hard work, physical stuff, daily, down the gym,
focus on fitness. Definition. Time and effort yeah?" he added. He smiled,
"Obviously a male. Hairy with it."

"Yeah he is," said Po proudly, "You said it. What's the point otherwise?
I'd do a girl if I wanted to do a girl!"

"So ok I've never got what it is, but, yeah, I can sort of see it, if you
want it then it's not the same as a girl and you don't want a girl. Just
like I do want a girl, not this; a man who serves men. I can see the
attraction, assuming you're into guys. But I'm not." Po nodded. "Each
their own. I mean, I want a woman to be like that, submissive, fit, so
yeah. Yeah I get that. I mean, I already got that cause of bro's who
prefer to bitch guys, but you ... seem to be different. ... In that, this
one you are using ... doesn't seem to be what I'd call a slave, like a
bitch is to her owner, to a man, like a bitch who just likes to obey and
keep quiet, as required. But this guy here ... ? Strong like a male; soft
like a bitch. It takes strength and softness to submit. Strength to
endure. Softness to yield to a real man's demands doesn't it? So you
should be able to act out all of your fantasies with this one - because
it's strong! Much resistance?" Jobal asked.
"Not much," said Po.

"This is only your first step. But it's a process, but you'll get there.
Cause they will act up and you need to stay on top of the situation.
Yeah? Don't go mad. Just make things clear. They just test boundaries.
It's normal. But it needs to be checked. See look I'm touching it like I
would a woman and, the response, loving it, yeah? That's what you got to
do yeah? Like that yeah? See. They like that."

"Some guys all you've got to do is touch them," said Po.

"Get no fight back. Any answering back? Do you get interrupted or
ignored?"
"You asked me all this already!"

"I know, but I want to check cause if you need to, you know, to make
things clear, I can help there, yeah?"
"Yeah I know."
"You know? So now you know it all and your brother has nothing to teach
is that it?"
"No I'm not saying that. Look, what I mean is ..."

"Just listen to yourself, bro. You need to be clear: now you are in, you
need to perform or get, you know ..."
"Yeah."

"And you WILL be in DEEP shit yeah Bro!"
"Yeah I know. You said. That's why I'm here. That's why you're here. I
need to know we're on the level."

I mean, I was listening to them, but I didnt really understand anything
of what they were talking about.

"We're ON the level, bro. We're always on the level. You are with Jobal;
that isn't going to change. Brothers. You know that."
Po smiled awkwardly.
"Yeah. I know that. Thanks bro."

"It's blood," said Jobal. "So start again: IS it violent EVER? or resist?
Like I mean, is there going to be any trouble?"
"Never any trouble. Like, man there's never ever been any come-back.
Takes it. Does as told. Good like chocolate."

Jobal smiled. "I hope things stay that way but a word of warning: they
probably won't. They probably won't. There's always some more work. You
have to be prepared cause blokes especially, but bitches can be as well,
but a strong guy like this is - especially if you work on it and build it
the way you was saying - they like suddenly get into their heads to put
up a fight or start to complain or, I don't know, some shit, or don't
want to take it. And when that happens you know you got to push back with
force. You got to push back with confidence. Immediately. I'm tellin'ya.
Cause the moment you lose that authority, respect, whatever, you lose
your bitch and then you really are vulnerable cause all hell lets loose
with the brothers yeah? You need to know. Are we clear?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Do you though?"
"I do. Look, stop lecturing me. I already been through this. Even before
you come here, yeah, you said and I said and now you are here so let's do
this."

All the while they were talking I was just standing there, obviously not
saying anything, letting Jobal touch me, handling me, examining my body
and inspecting me, stroking me and talking about me like I couldn't hear
- or understand.

Well that's true, cause I didn't understand.

All I was thinking when he touched my bottom was I would like him to fuck
me, or at least let me suck him off. Surely he would let me suck him off!

"... Still needs something," Jobal said, stroking one of my pecs with the
back of his hand like it was a ripe breast. "Have you thought about
branding?"

Po inhaled, "Not really. I'm not sure what way to go."

"It's just a way of making something permanent and indisputable isn't it?
It's just an identifier so when it's clear there's this sign of proper
management and control, protection, ownership, bonded, and not any doubt
about what's going on. Like if anyone sees it they know IMMEDIATELY
what's going on yeah?"
"Yeah, I know. I'm just thinking about it."

"They KNOW, yeah? No messing, yeah?"
Jobal applied a light pressure to my shoulder and I knelt down.
"Well don't think about it too long. It's important you get things like
that sorted, before everything gets too complicated."
"Yeah, I will."

Jobal touched my head and I bowed it, and then, because he kept his hand
on, I folded down to the ground so that my face was on my knees and I was
just looking between my thighs like I was in one of those super-relaxed
yoga positions. I could see my cock and my balls and further on my legs
and my feet
Jobal didn't seem to need to do much just to get me to do whatever he
wanted.
He tapped my hair again a couple of times and I raised my head. Jobal was
looking at me, holding his hand out and I lifted my chest again, from the
waist, and licked his fingers. He smiled and exchanged a knowing look
with Po.

"Good. Ok. Right. Well, let me know when you want it cause I can help you
with that."
"Ok bro, thanks for that. It's good advice."

"No big deal. I'm happy for you. You deserve this."
"I don't foresee a problem at this point. Don't sweat. I'll spread the
word. But don't forget what I said, cause it'll definitely help, bro. I
got all my bitches marked up!"
"What even Mila?"

"Especially Mila, bro! She's like all over the place. I tell ya, talk
about discipline! But she needs it and that mark, well, that makes all
the difference cause they know, when they see it, yeah? 'Do not enter -
property of Jobal' It's cool. And she knows too. And feels it. So she
knows, and feels safe, and does as she's told. It's the natural order of
things, to respect the superior life, yeah? So don't leave it."
"Ok. Cool. I'll tap Asim."

"Yeah Asim's good," I heard Jobal say, "cause it's got to be full-on for
a bloke. Think about it: a man needs to really feel it to get the news,
yeah?, that they are no longer, yeah?, a bloke. Yeah? They are property
now. You need to remember that don't you?"
"Yeah," said Po, as if that was something he kept forgetting.

"It's important for discipline," said Jobal. "I mean, you can do it by
kindness or you can do it by cruelty but in the end it's got to be done
and better for both of you, you're both better off once it's established.
And cruelty works. Yeah?"
"I'm working on it," said Po.

"Yeah? Are you? See I look at the eyes. Eyeline training. Where the eyes
are is important. At you; at the floor; where the eyes are should be what
you specify, yeah? It matters cause where they look, what they're looking
at, shouldn't be here and there, just anything, yeah? It should be what
you specify. What you specify, yeah? Not a matter of choice, or,
curiosity, or, something else."
He wagged a finger for me to kneel up so my head was about crotch height.
"And the eyeline here," he pointed at my face, "is all over the place.
See that?"
I looked at him.
"See that?"
He waved his fingers and I followed them closely with my eyes.
"See that? That's what you want."
I continued to stare at his fingertips as they moved about.
"Yeah, that's better. Yeah? When they get like that you can do whatever
you want, yeah? What ever you want."
He smiled.
"You need to be in charge. Any confusion, no one's happy yeah?"
Po nodded.
"But brand or no brand, you always know it's one of ours cause it's well
trained, yeah? So it's got to be well trained and trained properly, yeah?
No fucking around. Full on."

Po nodded. He smiled. He came over to me and touched my chin and gently
raised me to stand again.
I was erect, and stood like he liked, like a soldier, hands behind. I
knew I was behaving correctly.
"I like it when you are good," he said. "Do you like being good?"
I nodded.
"You can speak."
"Yes Po I do. I do. I like being good."
My dick was rigid and my balls felt full and ached, and painful and I
just wanted it. I didn't even know what it was I wanted. I just wanted
it. I wanted it.

"See do it right," said Jobal, "and they aren't even aware of it; they
aren't even thinking, 'Is this right?' or, 'Is this what I want?' They're
just doing it, yeah? And you are completely in control of everything.
You're in charge."

He looked at Po. Po nodded, looking at me. I returned his stare,
obediently looking at his face for any indication that he needed
anything.

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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 49