Date: Mon, 28 May 2007 11:08:42 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING PETER-DEAN Chapter 9

OBEYING PETER-DEAN
by will.obe

Chapter 9

I'm still bent over, feeling cum trickle down my legs as Bruce races up the
steps and shouts back.

"See you later Dean and him too I hope."

I straighten up and Dean cleans my face with the shorts before leaning
down, taking my head between his two big hands and kissing me full on the
mouth, his tongue way down my throat. I respond eagerly until he stoops
down, takes my shirt and continues cleaning and drying me. My cock, between
my legs which makes me feel like his little boy, my arse and legs.

"You got somewhere to go little fella?"

"No Sir, but I..."

"Want to come with me?"

I nod.

"To do as you're told or get spanked? To be my fuckboy? To be Brucie's
fuckboy too?"

"I'd really love that Sir, if you think I'm okay. I am honest and all
that. Just need a big guy like you to obey Sir."

"I'll soon find out if you're okay. If not I'll throw you back on the
street. But somehow I think you're as nice a little fella as you look. So
come on, put your shirt on and let's get going."

He hands me the begrimed shirt, wet with piss and spunk. I put it on and
reach down for the shorts. Dean slaps my hand and I drop them.

"Girlyboys don't need shorts do they?" Dean grins, "a shirt looks like a
skirt, that'll do for you."

Although it's big it hardly covers my prick and I'm sure people will be
able to see my ass cheeks. As we mount the steps Dean gently pats my bare
bottom. The streets are still fairly quiet, but in my bare feet and only
the shirt which flips up as I walk I really feel exposed, but in spite of
the possible embarrassment, I immediatly indulge the humiliation of being a
boy slave. Dean has an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close and this
hitches up my shirt at the back. I blush at the thought of what people
might see and think about my near nakedness on a public street. A guy on a
bike passes, looks back, catches my eye and grins. We turn down a ramp at
the side of some apartments and into a basement car parking area. Dean
presses a lift button.

"Take off that disgusting shirt and drop it here. By the way, what's your
name?"

"Bobby Sir."

I drop the shirt and with me completely naked we step into the lift. Dean
presses the pent house button.

"And how old are you?"

"Twenty-two Sir."

"And looking no more than eighteen. Well little Bobby, I'm twenty-nine and
you are just the toyboy I need."

Dean lifts me off my feet and holds me close with his mouth on mine, his
arms around me and his hands roving over my naked body until the lift
stops. I've never known a guy so dominant and so gently loving. Wow! Let's
hope this is it.

"You taste and stink of piss boy, but not bad at all."

The lift doors open and Dean unlocks a white panelled door. Inside I'm
amazed by the luxury and size of the apartment as Dean gives me a quick
tour including the large roof garden.

"Not overlooked by anyone Bobby so I can fuck you and play with you out of
doors. But first a bath."

He turns on the water to fill the huge quarter circle bath then sits down
on the toilet. He pulls me towards him and plays with my stiff prick.

"Not a bad size little fella. Bet you never stop wanking you little sex
pot."

He's starting to shit and although I'm definitely not into scat the aroma
is arousing.

"Do you think a slave should wipe his Master's ass Bobby?"

"He does anything he's told to do Sir."

"Go on then, do it."

I rip paper off the roll, Dean leans forward and I wipe his asshole several
times until the paper is clean. As I do it the sensation of reaching a new
low in my submissive lifestyle is overwelming and, I know, gratifying. I'll
do anything for this man. Dean picks me up and places me on my hands and
knees in the neighbouring shower and proceeds to give me three soapy enemas
which I flush out down the toilet. Now he picks me up again and places me
in the soapy water of the bath before he clambers in with me. He starts
washing me with great care. My hair, my ears, my nostrils, the inside of my
mouth, my neck and face, my shaved armpits and my back and belly.

"Stand up little one."

First my legs and feet are washed with his hands. With equal gentleness he
pushes back my foreskin and cleans my prick and between my legs. He spreads
my ass cheeks, fingers my rosebud and finger fucks me with soap until I'm
panting and he pulls me back down into and under the water for a thorough
rinse. Dean kisses me on the lips before washing himself and I help by
sponging his back. Instead of drying himself or me with towels he takes my
hand and leads me out onto the roof garden to dry in the hot sun on a
sunlounger. I'm tucked in at his side. Both of us fall asleep. I wake
first, my head on his hairy muscular chest. His nipple within reach and I
can't resist taking it into my mouth and sucking on it gently.

"Did I tell you to do that boy?" Dean growls before pulling my lips over to
his other tit where I continue sucking like a pup.

Dean jumps to his feet holding me close, my legs wrapped around his body
and his fingers between my ass cheeks. Suddenly he upturns me so my legs
are in the air. He holds me with one muscular arm around my waist as he
uses his other hand to spread my legs wide and his fingers tickle my
rosebud. Hanging upside down I realise with a thrill that he is inspecting
very closely my fuckhole which he has as yet to fuck. He blows into it and
the sensation is incredible.

"This little hole of yours is mine Bobby. To play with and to fuck. Your
rosy red bubble butt is also mine. I love the contrast with the rest of
your pale nakedness. So every day I shall spank you to keep it a nice
glowing red for me and friends to admire. That okay with you little fella?"

"Oh yes Sir. Please."

"And something else, you'll have to earn your keep working in my company."

"I will Sir, gladly."

"You say yes without knowing. I run a catering outfit for private gay
parties using naked, shaved waiters just like you. At anytime I might spank
or cane you in front of my guests for their enjoyment and before I give you
to them to fuck. How's that sound?"

My mind runs wild thinking of being a naked waiter and serving gay guys who
then use me. I can't think of a better job.

"Absolutely awesome Sir."

"Good, then we'll start now."

Dean swings me upright, sits down on the edge of the sunlounger, puts me
over his knee and starts spanking my bottom. Lightly at first and then
increasingly hard until I'm kicking my legs in the air and whimpering
loudly.

"Good boy. I like a little resistance and squealing... until you start
crying. And I like that too so don't hold back on your tears."

In one sense I'm enjoying being spanked over this big man's knee with my
prick erect between his thighs. How humiliating, a grown up 22 year old man
being punished like someone half my age by my... er... by my Daddy. The
thought comes into my head and I tearfully shout out.

"Thank you Daddy. I know you love me, but I do need your punishment Daddy."

The hard slaps on each cheek become suddenly harder.

"You're right Bobby, Daddy must be severe for your own good. Take it little
one... take it."

He's spanking as hard as he can and I'm sobbing out loud as tears pour down
my cheeks. Dean puts one arm under my knees, the other around my shoulders,
picks me up and runs with me into his lounge and drops into an armchair
with me on his lap. His tongue licks away my tears and I taste the salt as
he kisses me savagely on the mouth. For several moments we are locked into
a tight emotional embrace, kissing as I've never been kissed in my
life. Between kisses we whisper perhaps secret longings into each others
ears.

"Please be my Daddy Sir."

"I will little one. That's what I want too."

"Thank you Daddy... and Master. I'll obey you Daddy, I will honestly."

"Suck my tits Bobby, show me how good you are."

And I do. I've done it many times with other guys, but never with such
loving devotion as he cradles me in one arm tight against his breast and
the other hand cupping my bottom with a long finger probing my fuckhole.

"Yes baby, suck your Daddy. Get his nipples hard and then I'll fuck you and
fill you with my seed."

I move from tit to tit, sucking and sucking as he finger fucks me until I'm
crazed with sexual excitement. I don't stop sucking when he picks me up and
takes me to his bedroom. We fall on the bed together and Dean quickly
switches around and his big hardness is eased into my waiting, sucking
mouth. He licks my naked shaved crotch and balls, pushes my foreskin back
with his tongue and sucks my prick. We roll around on the king size bed
sixty-nining for minutes until he moves his mouth to my anus, licking,
sucking and fucking me with his long hard tongue. I'm again aroused to new
heights of delight waiting for the coming moment of sexual fulfillment when
my tight asshole will be penetrated by this big handsome male giant and I
will truly be his fuckboy. He rolls me onto my back, raises my legs onto
his shoulders and with a smile on his face nudges his cock against my
rosebud.

"Are you ready for me to make you my fuckboy Bobby?"

I smile back. "Please Sir, make me your fuckboy... please I want it so
much."

Still smiling he moves into me, pausing when he sees me grimacing as he
breaks through my spinicter and then slowly thrusting his huge member into
me until I feel his bush of pubic hair against my ass cheeks. Dean starts
fucking and I lie looking up at him, proud to have his cock up my arse,
enjoying his pulsating member taking possession of me. I close me eyes and
relish the feeling of being a sub.

"Let me see you wank yourself Bobby. I want us to shoot together so don't
cum until I give you the word little fella."

I go gently as I know I'm already near.

"Oh Bobby, this is awesome. If I was straight and you were my little blond
wife I'd be breeding you. Do you like the idea?"

"You're telling me, I wish I could give you a baby Dean... I mean Sir."

"Don't worry, you are my babe and I'm going to fuck you over and over my
little fuckboy. And I want to see Brucie and my other friends fuck you real
good. Would you like being that sort of whore to be fucked by guys in
public?"

"If you want it Sir, I'd love it. Being naked and fucked by your friends
Sir."

"In this flat you'll always be naked. Understand? So any guy can take you
and spank you, fuck you and piss over you. You ready for that babe?"

"It's what I'm for Sir especially if it's what you want."

Dean is reaching his orgasm I can see and I wank harder.

"Now boy, now...aaargh... cum boy. aaargh."

As I feel his spunk shooting into me, I unload a great stream of cum over
my belly. Wow! Wow! Wow!

This is the last of my Obeying series of stories. Hope you've enjoyed them.
Please let me know will.obe@btinternet.com