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Subject: YOU KNOW HE’S SUB, DON’T YOU? – PART FIFTEEN +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT bit IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR bit or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE fty/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE’S SUB, DON’T YOU? – PART FIFTEEN When we finally started walking Jake started ranting at me all over again, “I honestly thought that by making you part of the group you’d eventually learn and man up, I mean still our cocksucker but man up and stand up for yourself and be a fucking guy but you’ve got worse. You’re even more of a pansy than ever! You’re like a girl who cannot cope with anything in the real world; you just need looking after and protecting like a girl would!” “Hey that’s a bit harsh man,” said Po. “Is it? When he can’t defend himself or anything and we have to gang up to see off blokes like that?” (He meant the two tanks) “Yeah, she’s just a cunt face! Yeah? Cunt face. Your face looks like a cunt!” laughed Luke, and everybody laughed. Even I laughed. Then when we got to the park Jake pulled me by my lead and pulled me into the tree shelter and fucked my face super hard and came quickly, squirting it all over my face as well as in my throat. I think he’d excited himself with his ranting abuse. I mean it was great cause he’s so fit and to have that fucking my head was just so great. When he was done he simply said, “You’re good,” meaning he was done, then patted my head and walked away to tuck himself in. I felt good about that and it tasted good. Then Luke and then Dean did the same thing – fucking my head and then patting me like their dog. It seemed like they were settling things, but I didn’t understand what. I was just happy to be that close to them and have them trust me to serve them well, and have my mouth filled and my nose in their smell. It was great. Despite everything about what they said about it being sick and so forth, it felt normal for me, it felt normal and I liked that I was normal and acting normal and being normally. I knelt and looked at the ground. They were still discussing me. I mean, I wasn’t listening or anything cause I was still swallowing their cum and thinking about it and the pain in my jaw, cause it did hurt me when it got stretched so far and for like, continually. But I heard John say ‘no’ a lot. I think he was blaming them, especially Dean. I mean Dean had first wanted this, me to suck cock for the whole gang – it was his idea! – and now everybody knew, all their mates, so I was SURE to get beat up, sooner or later, and like John said, it WAS their fault. Which Dean obviously thought was total crap caused I liked it so I could cope with it. Dean came over to me, grabbed my lead to keep my head still, gobbed and spat it in my mouth, a long fat one I had to hold my mouth open for ages while it sank from his tongue, then he closed my mouth alsancak escort until I swallowed it. Then he grinned. Luke as usual was just parroting on whilst he did this and didn’t say really anything. I could see him talking but I knew it was all crap until Po, who was being all superior, interrupted. He signalled Dean to leave me alone and listen to him. “Look Dean mate, we’re not finished.” So Dean gave me a little.kick and walked back. Po looked worried and serious, but I don’t know what he was saying cause he was deliberately not speaking loud. And what I did hear he was using words in a funny coded way so I didn’t understand. In the end everybody nodded and agreed, but I don’t know what to. Po left the group and came quickly over to me and said, “Ok,” like I didn’t need to know anything, “let’s get you home,” grabbing my lead to get me to stand up. Honestly, like it was nothing to do with me but I knew it was everything to do with me. But I got to my feet without saying anything cause I didn’t want to cause any trouble. “You’re ours. Don’t worry; we’ll protect you.” That felt incredible. Po said “Later” to everybody and jerked my lead, pulled me to walk, then let go. I followed him towards the park entrance in the direction of my place. It was good to be walking behind him and watching him walk. He had a kind of swagger, like he was walking with a stick or whilst smoking a large fuck off cigar; his buttocks twisted against each other in his shorts, and the back of his shirt rippled between his shoulders and then fell across the small of his back. I liked the way the light caught his hair and the hollow at the back of his knee and how his trainers rocked slightly when he put his weight on each foot. His hands hung loose and dangly like they were hinged and seemed larger than the rest of him. I was looking at his right hand when he shook it, like it was full of pressure, and waved at me to catch up and walk next to him. We were out of sight of the others. Leaving the park there was another final bench right by the gate next to a big hedge and an old-fashioned water fountain in the middle of the path. He went up to it and tested it. Strangely enough it actually worked so he bent to drink, stretching his backside in a sexy pose. Then he sat down. “Let’s just sit down a mo,” he said. He slumped on the bench, spreading his football legs like they were too heavy to stand up by themselves. His crotch opened like a valley in the mountains when you look down when you get to the top of a hill. “Let’s talk,” he said. “Yeah but first of all, take a drink.” So I did as he said. Then I stood and looked at him, like awaiting my next instruction. He seemed exhausted, and much older than me, even though he wasn’t. It was like I was irresponsible and needed looking after or something. He indictated me to approach and I went to kneel in front of him. “No not like that,” he said, annoyed. “There’s no one around. No need to be aliağa escort all subservient.” “Oh,” I said, setting my backside down on the end of the bench, balancing myself just on the edge. “I just don’t feel comfortable that’s all.” “You’re such a pig,” he said, “letting Dean gob in your mouth. What’s the matter with you?” He smiled broadly, “Fuck Jason,” – Jason is my name. It sounded odd coming out of Po’s mouth – “Fuck Jason do you know how cute you are? Do you have any idea?” I blushed. “I’ve been watching you.” “Oh?” “You’re loyal too. Know how many blokes out there want to get their cocks sucked? But you only suck the gang, you know, cause you’re a mate.” “My friends,” I said. “Yeah. Is that how friends treat their friends then?” “Friends understand. And I …” I started to cry a bit, “… I like being in the gang,” I said. “What’s wrong with that?” “I don’t suck anyone’s cock and I’m in the gang.” “You could if you wanted to …” I smiled, wiping my face. He kicked my toe with his toe. “Hey, enough of that!” I grinned. I don’t know why I was crying. “You have a nice smile,” he said, “an’you can’t help being what you are.” “I don’t mind it,” I said. “You don’t mind it?” His hands were in his lap so I couldn’t see, but from the way he kept shaking his legs and spreading them I reckon I knew … “I mean … I like who I am. Why shouldn’t I?” He looked at me seriously. “I’ve been watching you. You’re a natural at what you do, isn’t it? You just naturally sub and I think being a cocksucker is a perfect fit for you isn’t it?” Like it was a job interview. He smiled. Then he smiled bigger, but without showing me his teeth. I was sitting upright on the edge of the bench like I said, and my knees were together and my hands on my lap like I was holding a cat, but I was holding my lead rolled up. He mushed his knee against my knee and stretched his left arm across the back of the bench like he was king and he owned it. His right hand was still covering his lap but now he moved it, adjusting himself as he did so, then felt his neckline for some reason, and then lay his hand down so that it rested on the bench next to him, like he wanted me to look at it – I mean, at his cock. So I did. I looked directly at his crotch; his cock wasn’t bolt upright but it was filling and clearly slung across his thigh like a submarine waiting for a sound. “But I thought you didn’t want to get sucked,” I said, guessing at what he wanted, “Too gay. Does having your cock sucked by a fag make you look gay or does it look straight?” He shook his head. “Dunno. I just didn’t want to be a part of the general gang-rape thing, that’s it. Can’t you see I care about you? See? I know. I know you. I know you want. I know what you want,” he said pushing his crotch forward by a bit again so that I could see it even more clearly there in his shorts. His phone vibrated in his pocket; he retrieved it, lifting his whole body to get to it, and looked at tire escort it, typed something and put it back – letting his hardon extend and rise a bit as he did so. “It’s nothing,” he said. “Jake. Wants to know if we’re alright. That’s the agreement. I’m just gonna ‘accompany’ you safely back in case anyone blocked the route.” He was serious. I’m not convinced it was necessary. “Do you like to be beaten up?” he said. “Do you like to be beaten up? No. So we need to protect you, yeah? cause else it’s our fault if you get beat up. And everybody loses.” “Me mostly,” I observed. “Yeah. But we agreed to not let anything happen.” “Like what?” “Like someone sees you and fags you around and you get a miserable life cause of it.” Which didn’t make sense, cause ‘fagging me around’ was all the gang did and no one did nothing to stop it. So I reckoned we was alright. “Jake said if there was trouble he’d come and help.” “He’s a mate,” I said “Oh he’s tons of fun,” Po said sarcastically. “No but he is. He accepts me the way I am.” “Yeah? Yeah well he does; we all do. We all accept you. The way you are. Don’t you know that?” He turned his head at me like a bird tries to get a second view. I looked down. I was embarrassed, “Ye…ah. But I don’t think they like me, all of them.” “Actually they do. They said. They like you a lot.” “Cause I suck cock.” He laughed. “Yeah there’s that, but they like you too … cause you never hurt anyone … and … you’re basically nice. Reliable. Quiet but reliable. Useless but reliable. And a bit funny.” he smiled. So I smiled too. “You look confused,” he said. “You look confused. Why do you look confused?” “Because I am confused,” I said. “Let’s see if this will help …” and he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the mouth, there more or less in full view of anybody. Not that there was anybody. He didn’t touch me, except for his hand on my shoulder cause it had stayed there and I hadn’t moved or anything, so it was still there on my shoulder and he kissed me like that except it was a very very slow, very long, and smooth kiss, his lips and my lips only, nothing complicated, just pressed together like we didn’t even know how to kiss and he breathed through his nose so so did I and his hand on my shoulder gradually increased its grip and I leaned into him so that my weight was on my lips and he was pressing back, like supporting the weight of my lips on his lips and I went to touch him but he stopped me with his free hand, and stopped kissing. We licked our lips and looked at each other. “How’s that?” “Nice.” “Just ‘nice’?” “Very nice.” “Does it make you feel better?” “Yes. A lot.” “Still confused?” “Not so much …” “That’s good. That’s good. I like that.” “It makes me feel a lot better,” I said and I laughed and he smiled again and I saw his teeth again and even his tongue a little bit. He swung his leg wider still and his cock popped up another bit. And then he kissed me exactly the same again except that this time I didn’t move my hands from my lap but he held me very still by gripping my shoulder in his hand like I was some kind of machine tool which needed controlling and it was for even longer so that the damp from his breath started to gather on my cheek. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE’S SUB, DON’T YOU? – PART FIFTEEN

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