Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2005 15:04:00 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING NATURE 14

Bent over naked in the middle of the dormitory, standing in an ever
widening pool of Master Jim's piss seeping from my backside, there's
absolutely nothing I can do except stay where I am. That had been the
order.

I know they wish they could help me, but my three fellow slaves know it's
not allowed.  They can only stand and wait with me, getting their feet wet
in the pool of piss. Beautiful, almond eyed, black Christian allows me, as
a comfort, to gently suck the black cock he recently fucked me
with. Handsome, dark haired Terry strokes my back and the boyish looking
Gary with the close cropped fair hair fondles my prick. They all step away
quickly as Master Charles and Master Jim enter the room.

"I see what you mean Master Jim. Is he incontinent?" Master Charles speaks
first.

"Wouldn't be at all surprised. Probably still wets the bed." Master Jim
knows it's a lie and Master Charles probably knows the real reason.

"Well, we'll have to do something about it." Master Charles pronounces.

"All of them, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes indeed. Time to move onto stage two of their training. We made a
mistake thinking they were even schoolboys. You carry on."

Master Charles leaves the room.

"Stand up slave." Master Jim lashes my bottom with his strap. "All of you
use your pyjama jackets to soak up this mess. You won't need them
again. Sleep naked."

Master Jim stalks out leaving us to clean up his piss. Hoping we'll be
spared any further action during the night we share beds to keep
warm. Christian with me, Terry and Gary together.

In the morning after we shave, clean ourselves out and shower, Master Cliff
escorts us to breakfast. We're all completely naked as we sit eating Master
Eddie's version of gruel. Oliver would not have asked for more! Henry joins
us, but as we're forbidden to speak I can't find out how he fared during
the night.

"Enjoy the rest of your training boys. I'm off back to town." Master Cliff
said.

A great pity as far as I'm concerned. He's really sexy and, after my own
Master, the Master I'm ever ready to obey. As Cliff leaves, Master Charles
arrives and we all stand to attention. With him is a tall, ruggedly
handsome and hefty, red haired guy. He's wearing a white hospital type
uniform with short sleeves showing off his muscled hair covered
arms. Master Charles introduces him.

"This is Master Grant. He will be in charge of your next stage of
training. Obey him without question or I warn you he is an expert in the
use of the paddle. He is a qualified senior nurse and his speciality is
nursery nursing. If you don't grasp that point, let me just say you are no
longer schoolboys, you are infants. They're all yours Master Grant."

Master Charles leaves. Perhaps because I'm nearest to him, Master Grant
takes my hand and leads me upstairs to a room opposite the dormitory. On
the door is a small sign 'N is for Nursery'. I feel secure and even more
submissive than usual as this big man, who towers over me, lifts me up and
lays me down, face up, on a high table. It's a sort of medical room, all
chrome and white.

"What's your name boy?"

"Ian Sir."

"Right, that's the last word you speak. Sounds you can make, but not
words. Nod your head if you understand?"

I nod. He lifts my arms up above my head and spreads my legs apart. He
feels my balls, rolls them around in the sack of skin. My prick springs
erect. He pulls back my foreskin and rubs my purple knob with his thumb and
then with the palm of his hand. I squirm. This is pure ecstasy. His hand,
lubricated by my pre-cum, skids around. He moves his huge hand down, wraps
it around my erect prick and starts milking me. I join in, energetically
moving my hips up and down, pumping myself into his hand. His long, thick
and greased index finger pushes up my arsehole and begins finger fucking
me. I'm whimpering aloud and gasping as I rush to orgasm in an explosive
torrent over his hand and my shaved groin and chest. Master Grant smiles
and feeds me my own semen from his hand. I lap at his hand again as he
scoops up my spunk from my belly and drips it into my mouth. Content, I
lick my lips, eager to retrieve every morsel. I'm surprised when he lifts
me up and kisses me ardently on my lips. His tongue is deep in my throat
and his hand is under my naked bottom. This is wonderful. He moves his lips
to my ear and whispers.

"You've been a naughty little boy Ian. Didn't you know you're too young to
cum? Turn over and let me see your little bottom."

I turn over and spread-eagle myself. Without any warning I receive a
resounding smack from what I can feel is a paddle. He places a hand on the
centre of my back to hold me down and proceeds to paddle my arse. Wow! The
pain quickly becomes unbearable. I try to cover my bottom with my hands,
but he grips them together in the small of my back and holds me down
firmly. Kicking up my legs makes no difference. I squeal and start
blubbing.

"That's it boy, cry little baby, cry. Soon be over."

At last the paddling stops and I'm sobbing my heart out. He applies a
soothing cream to my bottom and rubs it between my legs and into my
anus. He easily lifts me and turns me over and continues applying the cream
to my balls, prick and groin. I begin to harden up again until he flicks my
prick and it flops down. Now he sprinkles powder over me, uses a hand to
clasp both my ankles, lifts my legs, powders my bottom and rubs it between
my cheeks. I forget the pain in my arse and enjoy the humiliation of what's
happening. I'm not entirely surprised when he lays an adult size diaper
under my backside, drops my legs down and fastens the padded panel over my
genitals. He fastens the side panels and I lie there, an adult male,
diapered like a baby.

"Good boy. Isn't that nice?" Master Grant smiles down at me.

I'm not allowed to speak. I'm tempted to coo to express my appreciation,
but he might not approve. He lifts me up in his arms, kisses me on the lips
and carries me through to an adjoining room. I snuggle up against his hairy
arms and kiss them. The room is similar to the dormitory, but instead of
beds it has what I can only describe as a large playpen. He deposits me
inside the playpen and sticks the teat of a litre size baby bottle into my
mouth. I hold it to stop it falling.

"Drink it all baby. It's good for you."

Master Grant taps me affectionately on the cheek and goes back to the other
room. I slump down to the floor and, as ordered, suck on the teat. It's
milk mixed liberally, I think, with some sort of spirit, perhaps vodka. I
suck greedily. It's the first real drink I've had for days. I begin to feel
drunk and lie down still guzzling from the bottle. Some time little a
diapered Christian is deposited next to me. He's given a bottle and my
empty one is replaced. By lunchtime, Terry, Henry and Gary have joined
us. We all lie sucking at the teats of our bottles. I'm on my fourth and
couldn't stand up even if I wanted to. The others are not much
better. Master Grant leans on the side of the playpen and watches us. I'm
absolutely desperate for a piss and I try to indicate to Master Grant I
that need to go to the toilet. He laughs, leans over the rail of the
playpen and feels the crotch of my diaper and then shrugs. I get the
message and in my drunken wooziness just let go, wallowing in the pleasure
of the warm dampness I feel. At intervals the others follow suit. The
pervading stench is akin to a filthy public urinal. Master Grant opens a
gate on the playpen.

"Crawl out on all fours boys. Time for lunch."

We follow him on our hands and knees. Master Charles and Master Jim wait at
the bottom of the stairs and we're urged into the kitchen by their lashing
canes. The table has been pushed aside and the usual bowls of soup are on
the floor. I'm wondering how we're expected to eat without spoons when the
four Masters squat or kneel down next to us on the floor and start feeding
soup into our mouths with spoons. Master Charles feeds Henry, poor
Christian and Terry are both fed by the obnoxious Eddie, Gary by Grant and
me by Master Jim. After all the milk and vodka it's good to eat even
Eddie's soup, but one spoon quickly follows another as they shovel the soup
in. It overflows on my chin, onto my chest and down into my crotch. I feel
and I'm sure look a mess. The others do too. The Masters stand up and
survey their handiwork, grinning and laughing at us.

"Look at them," says Master Charles, "they're a disgrace. More animal than
human."

"That's how they deserve to be treated," remarks Master Jim.

Master Charles said, "You're right. Take them into the yard and clean them
up ready for stage K."

In the yard Master Jim stands ready with a hosepipe as we line up. Master
Grant rips off my diaper, rubs the inside of it over my face and drops it
in a waste bin. Gary, Henry, Terry and Christian receive the same
treatment. As a statement of the stage we've reached in our training as
slaves, it seems appropriate. Master Jim opens up his hose and a powerful
jet of cold water washes us down, back and front. I'm thankful it's a warm
and sunny morning. Master Jim switches off.

"Back on all fours you animals." Master Jim shouts.

We drop down onto the muddy ground. Master Grant walks behind us and
applies a lubricant deep into our arseholes. Master Jim follows on and I
feel a large dildo being pushed hard and painfully into my arse. Glancing
along the row of slave bottoms I can see it's not simply a dildo. Attached
to the end of each one, and presumably my own, is a thick furry stub. Now
we're dogs. Our status is confirmed when the Masters share the task of
fastening leather dog collars around our necks.

"This way dogs." Master Jim shouts.

We follow him to the end of the yard to a low doorway with the sign 'K is
for Kennels'. Now the meaning of S, N and K, the letters I'd heard Master
Charles using when he spoke to my Master, are transparently clear. The five
of us have been degraded from adult schoolboys into adult diapered babies
and now into dogs with tails. All quite ludicrous unless, like us, you are
at the receiving end. But of course as slaves we've accepted it all. If the
others feel as I do, and I'm sure they do, the knowledge that I've
submitted myself to my Master's wishes is far more important than the
humiliations I've endured. And in fact, when I reflect on those
humiliations, I feel such a sexual and emotional lift, my dog slave prick
hardens up fast

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