Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2007 19:02:11 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING PETER 2

OBEYING PETER
by will obe

Chapter 2

Master Peter carries me completely naked from the pub over his shoulder in
a fireman's lift. The feel of my naked flesh against his leather clothing
as he walks with me down the street to his car is mind blowing. Except for
a few gay guys who obviously enjoy the spectacle, no one is about. Even if
there had been I'm not sure Peter would have worried and I certainly
wouldn't. I'm now his property and he has a right to use me as he
wishes. He opens the boot of his Jaguar, lays me on a blanket and slams the
trunk lid shut. I lie there shivering not so much from cold as excitement
to be in the possession of a Master. I yelp out in alarm as I feel a hand
on my chest and suddenly realise I'm not alone in the confined space.

"Who are you?" I whisper.

"Another of Master Peter's slaves," he whispers back as his hands proceed
to feel me all over until finally gripping my prick.

I half turn and began a similar examination of my fellow slave. Like me
he's completely shaved, even his head. I get the impression he's much
bigger than I am.

"What's your name," he asks.

"Bobby."

"You stink of piss Bobby. You been doing the dog walk in that pub?"

"Yes I have. Sorry. What's your name?"

"Miles," he replies, "and don't worry about the piss, it turns me on." He
slides around on top of me and starts to lick the piss off my face and down
my body until he reaches my shaved balls and chews on them gently. He
slithers over me again and I feel his hard thick cock probing at my mouth
as he swallows and starts to suck my rigid prick. After all my treatment in
the pub I'm as randy as hell and we sixty-nine happily until I can't help
it and shoot string after string of cum into his mouth. Another minute and
my mouth is full of his creamy spunk. I swallow another slave's cum with
relish thinking this makes me a slave to a slave. What a beautiful
humiliating thought!

The car stops. Miles moves off me to one side. Peter opens the boot lid.

"Out, both of you."

We climb out. It's quite dark. I look around and see we are outside a large
house set back from the road and not, as far as I can see, overlooked by
neighbours. Peter grabs our leashes and drags us around the side of the
house to an expansive lawn at the rear. Spotlights fixed to the tops of
wide open patio doors illuminate a large blue swimming pool at the end of
the garden and nearer to the house, two sets of medieval wooden
stocks. Sitting at a table near the pool are two older guys wearing black
leather shorts with their feet resting on what I immediately presume is the
naked body of a young dark haired slave. The two older guys raise their
glasses to Peter in welcome.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting so long Larry," said Peter "I had to
collect Miles from the guy I'd lent him to and then initiate this new
slave, his name's Bobby."

"Looks good, doesn't he Morgan," said Larry to his companion, "well worth
waiting for. Do you want us to start on him and Miles while you get
changed?"

"Good idea. Warm them up a bit. I'll bring my cane."

Peter walks through the patio doors into the house. Larry and Morgan stand
up and walk towards us with their slave walking behind carrying a paddle in
each hand. Both these guys are in their 40's, good looking, over six feet
tall, with attractive, hairy and well conditioned bodies. Larry points at
Miles and then at one set of stocks. Morgan grips my arm and leads me to
the other set. He lifts the top section with one hand.

"Head into the centre hole Bobby boy and wrists into the side holes."

I obey. Morgan drops the top section and I'm secured, but thankfully with
enough room to make my position not too uncomfortable. Turning my head I
can see Miles clamped into the other stocks, but whereas I am standing
almost upright he is bent double.

"Slave Gary, bring me a paddle," Larry shouts at the dark haired slave.

Gary walks forward and hands Larry a paddle. Gary is about my own build
with a pretty almost girlish face and black curly hair. He's fairly dark
skinned, perhaps North African or Italian.

"Watch Slave Miles boy," orders Morgan, "this is what you'll be getting
from me as a start to your training."

Turning my head I watch as Larry lifts the paddle high and swings it in to
land with a sharp crack on Miles's rump. Miles grunts. Another even harder
swipe and Miles wriggles his legs. The third stroke produces a scream as
well as kicking legs. After the twentieth stroke I can hear Miles sobbing
loudly.

"Your turn boy," says Morgan "but I'm breaking you in slowly.

Gary hands Morgan a paddle.

"Turn round slave and show our new slave what he can expect."

Gary turns to show me his bright red bottom criss crossed with purple
lines.

"His ass is spanked, paddled and caned every day. It's what you can expect
as Master Peter's slave."

I'm cringing before the first stroke although I know in my heart that
punishment is an essential part of being a slave and I really want it. I
can't see behind me and I'm pleasantly surprised when Master Morgan starts
to lightly spank my bottom. First one cheek and then the other. Gradually
harder until they sting and I whimper. A pause before the paddle strikes
for the first time, I yelp and keep yelping as the blows strike harder. By
the twentieth I'm kicking up my legs. It makes no difference. Morgan
strikes regularly until through my sobs I hear him speak.

"Fifty. That should do as a start. Gary lick up his tears and use your
tongue on his ass."

Gary comes close and licks my face free of tears. He has beautiful long
black eyelashes.

"Thank you," I whisper.

He walks around behind me and I feel my red-hot bottom being washed by his
cool tongue. He pulls my cheeks apart and gently pushes his tongue into my
anus. Wow! I almost forget the pain in my punished bottom.

"Better get away from him," Morgan orders. "Master Peter is coming."

I turn my head to see Peter striding across the lawn towards Miles. He's
wearing only black leather chaps and boots. I can see his huge cock and
balls swinging free. In one hand he carries a dangerous looking thick
cane. I watch as he vigorously begins tapping Slave Miles bottom. This goes
on for several minutes before he suddenly sweeps back his arm and brings
the cane down in a ferocious blow. Miles screams out loud.

"Aaargh... one. Thank you Master."

Swinging in his arm in a wide arc, Peter lands a second cracking strike. I
close my eyes as I hear Miles screaming in pain and counting out the
strokes. I just know I will not be able to cope with such punishment. But
I'm locked in the stocks. I'll have no choice. So far from my fantasy of
being naked in the town stocks to be laughed at and touched up.  This is a
far different ball game.

"Aaargh.... twenty. Thank you Sir."

Silence. I open my eyes to see Miles sagging and crying in the
stocks. Master Peter is striding towards me swishing his cane up and down
in the air.

"This one ready Morgan?" asks Master Peter.

"A lovely butt for treatment I'd say, look at his hard cock, he's gagging
for it," replies Morgan.

Master Peter starts tapping my bottom with his cane. I like it. Almost a
pleasant feeling.

"Count out ten boy," I hear Master Peter saying.

A resounding thwack across my backside and I scream.

"Aaaargh... one Sir.

At the third stroke my legs are kicking in all directions until Gary grabs
hold of my ankles and keeps me steady. I've never known such pain. I
remember to yell out the stroke number. By eight I'm weeping and snot is
running from my nose. By ten I'm in a state of collapse supported only by
the stocks.

"Lubricate his hole slave," Peter orders.

Gary strokes my suffering bottom very gently, pulls my cheeks apart and
applies his experienced tongue to lathering my fuckhole with his spit. He's
pulled away and I feel what I presume and hope is the head of Master
Peter's cock nosing its way into my rosebud.

"Hot punished arses are for fucking aren't they bumboy," Peter whispers
into my ear.

"Yes Sir," I snivel.

He plunges his hard, long, thick cock up my anus without any thought for
the pain he's causing me. He ignores my whimpers and screams and rams his
Master's rod in and out of his new slave. In spite of the agony I have to
admit this is what I've been waiting for every since he looked my over in
the pub. Now I really am his slave. He's possessing me, using me, making me
his slave boy lover.  He's panting with his exertions and begins slapping
my ass cheeks with the palms of his hands. Now I'm in ecstasy being fucked
and slapped by my Master as Morgan, Larry and Gary watch.

"Yes, yes bumboy, take my seed," Peter shouts. "Oh
fuck... aaargh... aaargh... fucking bitch... take it."

I feel spurt after spurt of my Master's spunk filling my gut. Gary crawls
forward and encloses my hard prick in his mouth. It sends me over the top
and I shoot my load of cum down my fellow slave's throat.

Please let me know how you feel about this chapter and inspire me to write
more.  will.obe@btinternet.com