Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 17:52:18 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING MITCH Chapter 6

OBEYING MITCH
by Will Obe

Chapter 6

A Master slave routine has taken over my life. I no longer use my Master's
bathroom. In my room (more a cubicle without a door) is a shower, toilet
without a seat, an enema kit and on the floor a sort of dog basket. I have
not slept in the slave basket yet. After a morning shower I present myself
to my Master in the kitchen wearing my silver slave collar and a weighted
chain attached to my nipple ring and a clamp on my other tit. He orders me
to bend over, thrashes my bottom with a thick belt until I'm howling and
crying. Then he admires my red-hot ass and fucks me long and hard. I don't
now sit on his lap for breakfast. Instead I eat from a slave dish on the
floor using my mouth only, my hands behind my back. Mitch sacked his
cleaner and I do all the cleaning which takes me the whole morning. Lunch
comes from the freezer. I heat the food in a microwave and after I serve it
to my Master at the table in the kitchen, I kneel down at the side of his
chair waiting for the scraps he feeds me from his hand. I love slavishly
licking his hand clean. He pours wine or beer into my wide open mouth. If I
miss any, I lick it up from the floor. After washing up, unless he wants to
spank and fuck me, I'm allowed to sunbathe on the patio. He works in his
study morning and afternoon. Promptly at 5pm I present myself to my Master
in his bedroom for slave training.

The first day he puts cuffs on my wrists and ankles, orders me to sit on
the floor, attaches my wrist cuffs to my ankle cuffs, then pushes my head
down until my prick is in my mouth and I suck my own stiff prick. He rolls
me over onto my shoulders with my ass up and totally vulnerable. He spits
on my exposed hole and impales me with a large butt-plug. This is followed
with a warm-up spanking with both his hands, 10 belt lashes and finally 10
strokes of the cane. I'm left weeping and cumming into my mouth. I quietly
thank my Master for punishing his devoted slave.

On the second day of training my Master inserts a larger butt-plug, fastens
a black leather collar around my neck and a cockring around the base of my
balls and erect hard prick. From this he hangs a heavy lead weight. An
additional weight is added to my nipple chain. He orders me down onto my
hands and knees, attaches a leash to my collar and leads me out onto the
patio where he sits down and reads his newspapers while constantly
punishing my bottom with a riding crop. Each vicsious stroke and I yelp
like a pup. This status he confirms eventually.

"Piss time dog."

He leads me around the patio and stops at the flower bed running along the
rear wall.

"Show me how a dog takes a piss boy. Lift your leg."

I do as instructed and aim my stiff prick at the flowers. It takes time
with an erection and when it does happen, it splatters everywhere.

"Good boy."

My Master leads me around again and stops in the centre of the patio.

"Look up slave."

His wonderful monstrous cock is hanging out of his jeans. As I watch he
starts to piss straight into my face.

"Open your mouth boy."

I drink and swallow greedily. This is something new. A kink I'd never
expected, but as ever I love it. The total humiliation of drinking another
man's piss.

"Roll onto your back dog."

Keeping my legs and arms raised as a real puppy would, I'm in extacy as my
Master showers my hair, face, chest and crotch with his warm golden
piss. His contempt for me, his slave, sexually excites me. I cannot help
grasping my prick and starting to wank. He nods his approval and my hand
moves faster. With the last of his piss he lubricates my prick and I'm
almost there. My Master starts to pump his engorged cock. The sight of it
looms over me, aimed at my face. I push my ass up and down obscenely to
drive the butt-plug in and out of my anus. My climax is fast approaching,
but I slow down to give priority to my Master's. When he cums he shoots
strings of semen straight into my mouth. As I taste his creamy cum, I
explode with jets of spunk shooting up and over my chest and face.

I'm surprised on the third day when after lunch he gives me the black jeans
and denim shirt Arty had brought.

"Put them on, I'm expecting visitors."

I struggle into the jeans which are an exceptionally tight fit revealing
the shaps of my prick and balls clearly. The shirt is also equally tight
and barely reaches my waist, revealing a my navel and a strip of naked
flesh.

"You look good slave. Like a male hooker. I must take you out one night and
see if the kerb crawlers are interested. Would really humiliate you, don't
you think?"

"Yes it would Master." And how! My imagination is into overdrive!

The doorbell rings. I look at Mitch.

"Do I need shoes Sir?"

"Slaves don't need shoes. Go and open the door and bring them into my
study."

Well, at least I'm dressed. I open the door. Two of my fellow students
stand there. Chris and David. Both my own age. Both very good looking and
hunky. Chris over six feet with black wavy hair and bright blue eyes. David
a little taller than me with aubern hair and hazel coloured eyes. Sporty
types I only know from lecture meetings.

"Hi Andy," Chris greets me with a handshake and a laugh, "can't you even
afford sneakers?"

"Nice to see you Andy," David shakes hands with a broad smile, "like your
outfit.

Fuck! They're taking the piss. Both are wearing jeans and sports shirts.

"Nice to see you both. Mitch is in his study."

My Master is sitting behind his desk. He waves Chris and David to two
armchairs. I remain standing.

"Thought we might have a gettogether well ahead of term starting. I have a
reading list for you all and a few projects for you to look over. And, in
case you don't know, I wanted you to meet my new Personal Assistant here,"
he waves a hand in my direction, "now tell me David why do you think I
chose you three?"

"What? Well I suppose you know us. Is that it?"

"No," Mitch growls, "go on Chris, you tell me?"

"Because you think we're gay like you."

"Idiot! I know all three of you are gay, but that's not the reason. Perhaps
my Personal Assistant can tell me or at least hazard a guess?"

"Well... er, no Sir."

As soon as I say Sir, I glance to see Chris's and David's reactions. They
are bemused if not amazed. Mitch is well known for his informal relations
with his students.

"You surprise me boy. Punishment is called for don't you think?"

"Yes Sir, if you say so Sir," I murmur, not daring to look at Chris and
David. Mitch stands up.

"Well, I chose all three of you because you obtained first class degrees
well ahead of the pack. And, more important, I expect Chris and David to be
intelligent enough to appreciate and understand our relationship."

"You're an item?" quiries Chris, "congratulations!"

"Are we an item boy?" Mitch turns to me.

"Yes Sir, sort of."

"What's all this sir shit?" asks David.

"If you read what it says on his padlock, you'll know."

David gets up, comes across to me and peers at my padlock closely.

"Oh shit! Listen to this Chris. It says 'property of Master Mitch'. How
about that?"

"You're kidding," says Chris, "let me have a look."

Chris joins David and holds my padlock up to his eyes.

"Shit, I can't believe it."

"Turn it over and read the reverse," instructs Mitch.

Chris turns it over and laughs into my face. "This side says 'i am a slave
and belong to Master Mitch'. Is this true Andy boy?"

"Yes it is."

"What's it mean?" asks David.

"Sit down and listen you two," said Mitch. As a gay man I prefer the active
role. I'm sure you know what that means. And by disposition I'm a nasty
sadist. By contrast I discovered my boy here is not only passive, but is a
submissive who wants to obey orders, get fucked and take punishment. I am
the Master and he is my slave. Any questions?"

I'm still recovering from what I've learnt is engraved on my padlock. Chris
and David are absorbing what Mitch has said.

"You punish Andy?" said Chris, "I mean how?."

"Ah, you want a demonstration? Well, I owe him a punishment as you perhaps
heard me say. Get over the desk boy."

I jump to obey.

"Legs spread wide boy."

As I spread my legs, Chris and David stand up to watch. Mitch takes a cane
from his drawer, moves behind me and I hear him swishing the cane through
the air. The next swish and the cane cuts across my tight jeaned bottom and
I yelp.

"One. Thank you Sir."

Another stroke and I yelp louder. Being watched by two fellow students
increases my feeling of humiliation.

"Two. Thank you Sir."

After my thanks for the stinging sixth stroke.

"Now boy, stand up, drop your jeans and bend over the desk again."

As I stand up and push down my tight jeans, I can't help showing off my
shaved crotch, the cock ring around the base of my genitles and my stiff
prick. I see Chris smiling wickedly as I stretch out over the desk exposing
my bare bottom to these two guys. My face is as red as I know my ass cheeks
already are. Fuck! This is utter humiliation.

"Legs well apart slave, let everyone see your balls."

He pushes up the end of my shirt with the cane to expose my naked body even
more and starts to stripe my bottom. Six lashing cuts. I shout out the
number after each scream and at the end I'm blubbering and crying. What
must the watchers be thinking?

"I love a hot red ass to fuck so usually at this stage I fuck him, but not
today. We must discuss your studies. Okay slave, go and stand in the corner
boy, lift up your shirt and let your fellow students see your red striped
ass."

Still blubbing, I listen to Mitch outlining the course of studies. It
applies to me too, so I listen carefully and this helps me to calm down as
I dry my tears on my arm. Even so, I'm sure the two guys are watching me
intently as I stand like a naughty boy in the corner, my naked red bubble
butt on show. The knowledge that they now know I am Mitch's slave and are
viewing the result of his punishment makes for an intense and rewarding
feeling of complete humiliation. Still in the corner holding my shirt up I
listen to their discussion. But then they start talking about me. How we
met. my humiliation in the pub and my training routine.

"I don't believe this! You make him walk him around the patio on his hands
and knees and order him to lift his leg and piss like a dog?" Chris asks
with surprise in his voice.

"It's part of his training as a slave Chris. He obeys my orders. That's
what I want and it's what he wants."

"And you keep him naked all the time?" David sounds more doubtful.

"David dear, slaves do not wear clothes except on very special
occasions. If you would like to take off my slave's shirt we can start as I
mean to go on?"

I feel David's fingers lifting up my shirt, over my head and taking it
off. Now I am completely naked.

"Turn round boy. Show your shaved nakedness. You will go naked from now on
when Chris and David are here. Understand?"

"Yes Master." I blush as I admit my status to these guys.

"Good. Now take these boys into the living room and obey their orders. I
want them to spank you over their knees and anything else they want except
fuck you. That is my priveleege at the moment. And call them Sir."

In the living room I stand meekly in front of Chris and David.

"Come and sit on my lap babe," Chris says gently.

I've always admired Chris and love the feel of being naked on his jean
covered lap. He spreads my legs and kisses me, his tongue soon fucking my
mouth and throat. One arm is around my shoulders and the other hand is
fondling my shaved prick and balls. He stops kissing me.

"You are so cute Andy. No wonder Mitch wants to fuck you and make you obey
his orders. Do you really like being his slave?"

"Yes Sir."

"And now you're going to be ours. Is that right?"

"Yes Sir."

Chris puts a finger in my mouth and I suck on it hard.

"That's what you really like, isn't it? Being fucked?"

"Yes Sir," I mumble around his finger.

He removes his wet finger, reaches between my legs, inserts it into my hole
and starts finger fucking me. I smile up at him, moving my ass on his
finger and quietly moaning with delight.

"Look at him Dave. He's ours and ready to be our sex toy. Come and suck his
cock. You'll both enjoy that."

David kneels on the floor and places his wet mouth around my prick. Wow!
This is awesome. Two hunks using my naked body. One with his finger fucking
my hole like crazy and the other giving me a fantastic blowjob.

"Keep his spunk in your mouth," Chris orders David.

Now Chris pulls me closer and thrusts his tongue down my throat. I shudder
with overpowering sexual intensity and cum in great spurts into David's
mouth. Chris takes his mouth from mine and grabbing David's hair raises his
mouth to mine. My own creamy spunk dribbles slowly into my mouth and I
swallow it. Chris pumps my prick and forces more cum out which he uses to
lubricate my fuckhole. Chris stands up and bends me over.

"Here you are Dave, he's ready to be fucked. Give it to him."

David drops his jeans and briefs and eagerly inserts his big erect cock up
my arse and starts fucking me. Chris drops his jeans and pants and thrusts
his enormous hard cock into my mouth. They fuck me front and rear with all
the vigour and frenzy of young hunks needing to shoot their loads. I suck
hard and clamp and unclamp my arse muscles. They both yell out loud as they
pump their cum into me. As they do so, I spot my Master standing in the
doorway.


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