Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2023 19:20:32 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 96 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 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 96 Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 43 - a new day Yeah. I'm glad that's over. Not that it's over ... "You don't remember anything do you?" said Po when I came round, hours later. "No I no Sir. sSorry Sir." He was standing by the bed in a towel robe. He smiled, "That's alright. It's not a test!" His eyes sort of drifted over my body, following the marks Akim had made ... ... When I woke up again he was kneeling on the bed, tracing one of the lines crossing, across the shape of my back. I rolled so that he could follow the line under my arm and onto my chest where it ended in a sort of spiral, and we smiled when he reached it, lifting his finger from me like a pen. "You are one hot sexy fucking amazing sub," he said. "It was so fucking sexy to hear you and see ... like ... man you're so hot when you're screaming!" "Am I Sir?" Wrong answer! "No! You do not ask questions! Like I say stuff and don't mean it?" "No Sir! Sorry Sir! I'm so sorry Sir! Please forgive me!" I realised I had gone wrong; I immediately slid down the bed, and started licking his feet to show him how sorry I was. The scars pulled as I moved like they was red again! He liked that, for a bit, finding my backside and looking at the marks there. It was like he was discovering some new country or something! "Ok. Ok. Get back on your back." I was scrambling to do as he said while he slid off the bed and stood. "Head here," he pointed between his legs and let his robe open, grabbing his prick and driving it quickly and ruthlessly deep down my neck. He loved this position cause he could make me take all of it straight down and control my breathing with it - so I had to gulp and concentrate solely on him fucking my neck didn't I. But as he was doing it - and I was just like watching his balls slamming into my forehead - he could look at my body and the marks, which were like letters, or runes, or script of some sort written all over my skin. And it was good cause he had full use of me but didn't have to damage the still sore places where Akim had done his job. And when he cum it was like loads and he said, "Wow!", even he did, cause he'd been wanting to do that for so long. Now that I was marked Po became obsessed with it. Whenever he fucked me he seemed fascinated and would position me so that he could look at me, and course I was naked the whole fucking time when I could; even outdoors I wore the minimum possible so he could look at me and show me off. It was fucking incredible. People used to just stop in the street and stare at me and, like, it was like they didn't know what to think! It was incredible. And, plus, cause it was all Jobal's marks, it was like everybody knew: I was Po's slave, but I belonged to Jobal didn't I? Cause I was under his protection and he also made sure I earned loads of money for everyone. So I was safe. But that initial period was a long time during recovery. It was probably at least a month. Well it was a month. Probably more. I don't know. It probably took longer. I don't know how long it took. It went on for weeks, hurting, and like everytime Po fucked me - like two or three times each day he had to do it - he opened it up all over again and made it sore so like it took weeks to heal up, this really long time, when I had to keep it clean even though all these blokes ... obviously everyone wanted to see and then they wanted to fuck me didn't they cause it was SO HOT! So people kept coming round, didn't they? And wanted to see! - friends Jobal sent - and they really liked it, yeah? Even before it was calm Jobal made Po let some guys round cause they wanted to see, and they said it turned them on cause it was fucking hot the way it looked. They still had me suck them off. And everyone was turned on and basically if they were gay they wanted to fuck me cause of it. You know what gays are like. They're turned on by anything! But only Po could fuck me. I mean, course Po could fuck me! He always could! But no one else. And gradually he went back to his usual style of basically fucking like I was really was his property to fuck as much as he liked, and not care about how much it hurt obviously. Well what do you think? Do you think he was all lovey-dovey and soft and kind? Well he was sometimes, stroking me and being nice, but when he was hot he fucked me like I was this hole and he was just cumming in it. Feeling his hands on me, knowing he could feel my scars and where I was hard, was like magic really ... Man! It was hot to be this marked up piece of flesh everybody wanted! I was like the top dish on the menu and wherever we went. And when Po did he made sure of me ONLY being used ONLY by men who could afford it. He cared like that. It was like I was being used by all these blokes, which was hot cause they had money and hot cause they could pay. You do know what I mean, don't you? I remember that the first time he made me do it it was pretty painful cause this guy wanted to touch me and I was like even then it was still sore! And it was like he didn't even care! But he did care, cause he liked it. So this bloke ... I think Jobal must have phoned Po while I was in the gym, cause Urib was counting my reps when he got a call and he just took it while I was mid-lift. He indicated for me to carry on whilst the person talked, and then he just said, "Fine. What time?", into the phone. Then he hung up and said we gotta get changed. Then I went back to the flat and Po and me was waiting. And this bloke turned up, this bloke who said he was some mate of Jobal's. He wasn't fit but he was loaded. He gave Po a roll of notes and went into the bedroom to wait for me, just like Christopher had. Po said, "Look you gotta do whatever he says yeah? Cause he's a payer and he could become a regular if you do all right. Yeah?" He patted me on my head. So that's what I did and, I mean, it was all right. You know. It was ok. I mean, I just did what he said. And it was still fucking sore when he touched me, so I do remember that. I was still sore and when I made a face he said like, "Aww, baby," and smiled. And when we fucked he was pretty rough but also he was gentle cause he was fascinated by my skin or something like that - kept tracing the marks with his fingertips like they was secret symbols or something. Well, they were, sort of! And afterwards he said it was sorry if he hurt me, but it turned him on! So he wasn't sorry. *** Eventually the marks scarred round and smooth but raised so I can feel it, if I'm wearing a shirt, like through it, cause it's quite raised in actual fact. But it looks really cool, all down my arms and everything. It healed pretty well and all the men always wanted to see! When I worked-out I didn't even wear a shirt so they could see the marks and what they look like and stare at me if they wanted to. I worked hard on my stomach and everything to look super-muscley, to show it off as much as anything. Super flat and ripped. And Urib helped me. And, well, I stand up straight don't I? And I can lift weights and stuff. And I'm really fit cause I'm swimming as well, like Po told me, and quite frankly when I look - cause they stand me in front of the mirror to examine me - I look fucking amazing. I didn't even think it was this possible. And everyone's really pleased with me and tell me I'm hot but not to take their girlfriends - but that's a joke, cause, like I would! *** "Here, wear this," Po gave me a pair of shorts made of a thin white cotton material that were stupidly tight and ride up my arsecrack and bunches up my gear like a bowl of fruit. "Hehe that's looks so slutty ... and hot! That's what you got to wear tonight. I'm taking you to a party and you're going to be fucked by everyone there! They've all paid proper money so you better perform." I had this tiny short t-shirt what rode up and didn't cover my waist so you could see my back and my belly button, all flat, and it showed off my arms really well. I mean, I know it looked cheap, but it let people know what I was there for - that they could touch me and so whatever they want, like take me into a room and fuck me or whatever. Whatever they liked. I mean I remember one guy all he said was, "Oh man are you for real man are you for real baby?" while he fucked me. Cause he couldn't believe it. So I'm always wearing super skinny clothes, jeans or shorts what show off my legs and my hot arse, and a muscle vest now, if I'm wearing anything, which shows up my chest now that it's developed you know, and proper pecs, and those other muscles at the sides, and my stomach is super flat and super smooth and they love to stroke it. And they say things like, 'Look at that!' and, 'So sexy!' Which it is I agree. If you could see it you'd say, 'Fuck look at that!' and you'd want to touch me. Guarantee it. You'd want to fuck it. Yeah. You would! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 96