Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 18:44:50 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING MITCH Chapter 5

OBEYING MITCH
by Will Obe

Chapter 5

A sharp slap on my bare bottom wakes me in the morning. Mitch, wearing his
usual casual clothes, stands over me smiling.

"Get into the bathroom and clean up boy including inside as I
explained. I'll clean up my bed. You can use my razor and toothbrush."

It seems strange using his toilet things, but I do as I'm told. After
showering and drying myself, I take time combing my wavy hair straight back
as he said he wants it. I've no clothes. Should I wear a towel around my
waist? I remember his instruction, slaves should be naked. I find him in
the large modern kitchen sitting at a table having his breakfast.

"Here boy, sit on my lap," he hoists me up on his lap. My prick is hard.

I feel like a kid. More so when he starts feeding me spoonfuls of cereal
from his own dish. Is he into the daddy-boy stuff I've read about? If he
is, I'm happy. He hasn't revealed a kink yet which I've not loved. After we
finish breakfast he carries me in his arms out onto his sunlit patio and
places me down on a sunlounger. He sits at a patio table reading a
newspaper. Anxiously I look around. I am naked after all. But no other
buildings overlook us. I settle back, relax and keep my eyes on this
beautiful butch man who has come into my life and taken me over. He
finishes reading and catches me looking at him.

"Turn over and let me see your red ass slave boy," he orders.

I do so immediately.

"We have future arrangements to talk about boy. I think we'll forget the
month's trial. You're my slave from this moment. Any objections?"

"Absolutely none Sir, if you want me?"

"Don't worry, I definitely want you. Some practical things Andy. I'll ring
your landlord and sort out about your room and tell him to give all your
belongings to a charity shop. That okay?"

"Yes Sir, if that's what you want?"

"You will phone your parents and explain you've been offered a
post-graduate course which will take you out of the country for at least
six months. That okay?"

"Yes Sir. Whatever you say."

"Except for leaving the country it's perfectly true. You will join my
post-graduate group of students and also act as my personal assistant as
well as my slave boy. "That sound okay?"

I jump up and run to hug him.

"It sounds wonderful Sir."

"You need more training boy," he slaps my bottom very hard. "Go to my study
now and ring your parents."

Mum and Dad are both delighted with my news even if I skate over the
details. As I put down the phone I feel Mitch pressing up behind me. His
ramrod cock in his jeans searching out my crevice. I press
backwards. Instead of dropping his pants and fucking me, he bends me over
the desk and starts spanking my bottom. It hurts, but I realise I'm bearing
the pain and beginning to revel in it. He pulls me up by my hair and clips
on the nipple clamps. The pain eases and then my Master attaches a small
lead weight to the chain. I screw up my face in pain, my eyes watering.

"Stand in that corner, feet apart and don't you dare touch that weight."

I stand in the corner of the study, my face to the wall, waiting for the
pain to lessen. Mitch rings my landlord, explains he is making me his slave
and would he get rid of all my gear. He'll put a cheque in the post to more
than cover any expenses. I hadn't even realised my landlord was gay!

"Come here boy."

Standing in front of him, my prick erect, Mitch examines my tits.

"A lot more work, but not bad. A lot more tears before I've finished your
slave training. Okay?"

Mitch licks the tears from my face, pushes back my foreskin and gently
massages my prick.

"Yes Master, anything you want."

The entryphone buzzes.

"Are you sure boy? Anything? That you Arty?" Mitch speaks into the
entryphone. "Okay, come right in."

He notices my startled look.

"Don't worry boy. You're my naked slave. Better get used to it. Go answer
the door."

I know I'm his naked slave, but the idea of answering the door to a
stranger completely naked I find embarrassing. I half hide behind the door
as I open it to Arty. He's a big sporty looking guy about 30 with close
shaven blond hair and sparkling brown eyes, wearing white shorts, tank top
and carrying a large gym bag. Pushing in, he closes the door, ruffles my
hair, drops his bag and fondles my shaved erect prick.

"Very cute and small build, perfect for Mitch. So, you're the new boy?"

He flicks the weight attached to my tits and I cringe and wince. He pulls
the weight down and I scream out. Mitch appears and gives Arty a hug.

"What you think Arty?"

"Very tasty and from what you said on the phone, innocent, but eager to be
fucked and made to take pain."

"Are you eager boy?" asks Mitch.

"Yes Sir," I whisper although finding it shameful to admit it in front of
this other guy.

"Then show my guest some respect and get down and kiss his feet."

Down I go and kiss Arty's white trainers.

"Now stand up, bend over, pull your cheeks apart and show Arty your
fuckhole."

If Mitch is intending to humiliate me he's succeeding although having to do
it feeds my sexual hunger. Arty's fingers run up and down my ass crack and
a large finger protrudes into my anus.

"Sweet, very sweet. Could decorate that with a few rings if you want
Mitch?"

"Perhaps, but not yet. We must start gently. Let's go to the bedroom."

Mitch grips my neck and pushes me along the corridor to his bedroom.

"Lie on the bed face up, arms and legs spread-eagled," orders Mitch.

Now what. Arty opens his bag and throws out some black jeans and a denim
shirt.

"They should fit him when you need to take him out."

Arty puts a hand between my legs and squeezes a roll of skin on the ridge
between my ball sack and anus.

"What about a perineum ring Mitch? Big enough ring would remind him he's a
slave every time he sits down?"

"Later possibly," says Mitch, "have you the nipple rings for me to see?"

"Of course. Here you are," Arty hands Mitch a fistful of metal rings,
"different sizes for you to choose from."

"Marvellous. You get on with the ear ring while I have a look."

Fuck! They're discussing inserting ear and tit rings! What about an
anaesthetic? More important, does this Arty know what he's doing?

"Do we need to tie him down for this?" asks Arty.

"Definitely not. My slave takes everything without bondage. I want to see
him feel the pain. Anyway with your training at the hospital it'll be no
more than minimal."

Arty swabs my ear lobe with something very pungent. The mention of a
hospital is comforting.

"Okay boy, stay still. You'll feel the needle go through and then the ring
follows."

I clench my teeth together. A sharp pain, but not too bad.

"Chosen the rings you want Mitch?"

"Ring Arty. Do his right tit only for now. Think it will be fun to do the
left tit in public sometime."

Arty swabs my right nipple and pulls it forward. Mitch is leaning over
watching me.

"Keep your eyes open boy."

Now terrible pain as I feel a needle or something pushing through my
flesh. I look up into my Master's eyes. He's smiling. I'm in anguish and
this increases when Arty removes the clam and blood flows back. The pain
increases again when Arty allows the weight to drop and pull on my left
nipple. Mitch smiles.

"Good boy, that's good boy. Now the neckchain Arty. Stand up boy."

I stand at the end of the bed. My prick already erect. Arty hands Mitch a
handsome thick silver chain and a polished brass padlock. My Master slips
the chain around my neck, clicks on the padlock and arranges it neatly on
my neck.

"This chain and this lock are public signs that you are my slave Andy. Do
you accept?"

"Oh, yes sir, I do." I'm immediately so proud to be wearing his slave
collar.

"How about letting me shag him as a tip for all my work?" asks Arty.

"No one fucks this boy Arty except me, so fuck off."

"Thanks pal, anything else?" Arty grins.

"Hang on, we'll have a drink when I've seen to the boy.

Mitch presses the button at the side of the bed and the chains and cuffs
are lowered. He cuffs my wrists, presses the button until I'm hanging with
my feet off the ground and groaning with the pressure on my upward
stretched arms.

"You'd like to be lowered slave?"

"Please Master, please."

Mitch hands Arty an outsize butt plug-from a drawer.

"Lube it up Arty."

I hang watching as Arty smoothes lube over the black plug.

"Still want to be lowered slave?"

"Please Master," although knowing it will not be comfortable.

Mitch presses the button. Arty holds the plug ready. I feel the tip of the
plug parting my ass cheeks, reaching my tight rosebud anus and gradually
entering. I cry out loud as it forces its way through my sphincter and
proceeds to completely fill my gut. My toes touch the floor as the plug
completes its journey. Tears are running down my face. Arty stands
grinning. My Master pushes back my foreskin, sucks on my cockhead and
smiles. They both turn and leave me hanging.

Please let me know what you think of this chapter.
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