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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 115
BOOK THREE ALL OF THE SANDS PART FIVE - French breakfast
I adopted the first position, with my arms up supporting my hands lightly cupping my head and my feet slightly apart my genitals and armpits were exposed to the air. I arched my back consciously sticking out my bottom so I could feel the curve if my spine, and holding my stomach in, tight and flat, and extending my chest, filling it with breath; I could feel my collarbone going up and down slightly with my breathing. My feet were flat on the floor and my legs were straight. I could see myself in the various mirrors all around me. I think I looked like something an owner would be proud of. Any Superior Man would want to fondle and fuck me. So I felt sexy like that and my cock was hard as well though not sticking right up, just at like an angle like it was swoll but not properly swoll. I could feel it cause it felt fat and heavy and like even if I could touch it I'd go off instantaneously! Fucking... Plus my hole felt so used and I knew it was leaking cause I could feel it dribbling down my balls and down my legs but I couldn't do anything about it but I tried to clench to keep it from running. It was like sugar melting inside me.
Where he had been riding me the skin was sore and hot. The feeling where his cock had been punching my rectum was like a car crash had happened and I had got up and walked away from it and I was just so happy to be alive. I mean I WAS happy to be alive. So happy! And this amazing pain spread through all my muscles where I had been straining to support him when I was being mounted cause of his weight on top of me and at the same time keep tight so he could feel that sides of my hole gripping his prong as it went in and out. Plus the taste of his cum and his balls and his cock and his sweat was still soaked round my gums where I had been eating him and I couldn't stop licking my lips and swallowing but it never went away. It meant I could still smell him in my own breath. It was so good yeah cause I could feel him everywhere on my body! THAT'S MY OWNER! THATS HIM! HE IS ALL OVER ME! He was in me and on me. I could hear him in the next room, quietly but sort of clicking his cutlery on the plate and even when he was poured more coffee I could hear that go into his cup. He was talking French to the man who was serving him, but I wondered why I wasn't serving him? Surely that was my job if I was supposed to be his slave? But I was being totally ignored! Perhaps he didn't trust me to get it right. I hadn't been trained to be a waiter. Perhaps it was complicated and there was lots of things, like details, I couldn't be expected to know. But I'd get it wrong and be corrected. What's wrong with that? He could punish me. He'd like that. So would I. And how would I learn if he didn't instruct me? I needed to be taught so that I'd know how to be his real servant wouldn't I? I wanted to be taught how to make him happy, didn't I? That was natural, wasn't it? After all, I was there to serve him and make him happy, wasn't I? What would happen if I wasn't even allowed to try?
I was thinking all this.
After some time the French man came back into the bedroom all hurried and waved at me, "Vite!" So I thought yeah, this is it! So I ran through on my bare feet - trying to keep from soiling the carpet but really hurrying - and when I saw Benyamin in his gown at this small table with the last of his breakfast in front of him I ran forward immediately and knelt to kiss his feet. I mean like properly so he'd know how much I missed him. I noticed his gown was open anough for me to see his stuff all dark in a kind of tented half-light between his legs.
It was his meat!
He didn't say anything. I licked his feet and when he moved his legs so that there was room for me to get up in there, I started to lick his thighs and then his junk all hanging at rest on the edge of the chair. He didn't do anything except let me. Getting my tongue and lips round his stuff released some of the tension I had been feeling. I was where I belonged, between his legs.
I heard the meal being cleared away, above my head, and then the little table was kind of lifted up from over me so that I was sort of just kneeling there sucking his balls and kissing his dick. His stuff kind of filled my face so I couldn't see but I thought they must'a left cause it was silent except for the sound of my face on him and the sound of him breathing.
Then he sort of went, "mmmm", like he was just quietly exhaling and he put his hand on my head and rubbed it like a football and pushed my face into his crotch so my tongue was getting deep into the groin. Then he said, "Donnez-lui du j'd'orange," and the man - so he was still standing there and saw all this! - he got me a large glass full of really cold really fresh orange juice, with all bits in it, which I knelt and drunk while Benyamin watched me.
My dick was pointing out.
He smiled.
"Like that? Thirsty?"
I grinned, "Yes Sir thank you Sir."
I licked my lips. I think I had orange juice all over cause it was real and it had bits in, like pips and flesh.
He nodded towards the hotel man, "Go with him now."
That made me sad but also I was glad to be given a task, however meaningless, cause it wasn't some servant telling me what to do but my Owner taking the trouble to order me.
"Sir, I ..."
"Go."
So I jumped to my feet and turned and followed the man back to the small room and down the stairs to the gym suite where he ordered me to work out and pump and then swim to cardio and then clean up. There was other men in the gym but they was like totally ignored me like as if I wasn't their type even though I was working out totally naked and obviously a fuck slave wasn't it? With a hard on. I mean how else could I be there unless I was some rich guys property? I suppose they had their own slaves or - well actually the other thing is that this French guy from the hotel actually stood by this time and watched me like so like if anyone had been tempted he could have said them to clear off I suppose.
Anyway you know how it is: I worked and swam, and cleaned my hole in that bidet which there actually there was there for that, and then he give me this big sandwich with steak in it to scoff quickly and cold water to wash it down.
He didn't say much.
He gave me my long shirt back, all ironed and nice and starched and a bit stiff (haha like me), and and when I put it on it was like cool to my asking which was nice cause it stroked over my muscles as it fell down, like a dress, and covered me (though you could still see my dick cause it was pulsating like anything), and then he led me back out to where we'd entered and the Merc was there again and I stood by it like to attention and waited a minute when Benyamin came out again, all in a suit and tie and looking like a big-shot businessman which I suppose he was, and he said thanks and good work to the staff, like a captain or royalty, and got in the car and I got in next to him, cause he told me, and his chauffeur got in and we drove off, back through the streets of Paris, what was properly busy so we had to constantly slow for traffic and stuff, and Benyamin just like sort of fondled my leg like, Yeah, This is Mine, and he sometimes pulled my head to his face and kissed me with his big full-on lips. It was magic, "You are so lucky," he was talking like that to me to himself, "When I was young I never wanted to be sub. I wanted to top, control and dominate; I could never experience what it is to be owned and penetrated by another guy. It couldn't happen. I couldn't endure that humiliation! You are a beautiful guy, so attractive to others, and when I touch you and know I am touching my own property, it is like all the men who desire you, who want to use you to pleasure their own fantasies, are all lesser men than I am. I own them through owning you. Through owning what they want. You are so imaginative, experimental, exploring and suggestible; and look at you totally devoted to what? To my penis! Touch it ... "
I did as he told me, grasping it in my fist and pumping it slowly so that the skin slid up and down over the hard shaft and veins. It belonged to him, but so did I.
He groaned, "That's right that's right oh you know how to touch me. Oh god ... I have always wanted a slave like you! A natural born live slave ... But when did you know you were sub?"
"Sir I actually I don't think I realised until Po told me. When he said what I was it all made sense."
"Yes. To think you were once a young man with a future, now you have no future except as my slave and a slave to those I own and permit to make use of you."
He slipped his hand down the back of my shirt and I lifted myself up so he could access it and he inserted a finger into my hole. I was moaning and gripped that joint inside me like an iron hook fixed into my body.
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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 115