Date: Sun, 8 May 2005 10:47:45 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING ROLLO 2

	Master Hank and Master Paul leave the alcove followed by their two
elderly slaves. I can feel spunk dripping from my arsehole as I lie there
in the sling.  My prick, not surprisingly, is erect and hard after the
double fucking I've received. I need desperately to wank. Suddenly I
realise only my ankles are tied, not my hands. I quickly grab my prick with
one hand and insert the middle finger of my other hand into my juiced up
boycunt. As I start wanking the light above the sling begins to flash on
and off.

"Stop masturbating immediately." An electronic voice instructs.

I instantly and guiltily raise my hands back above my head. A moment later
Master Joop strides into the alcove pulling Rollo on the end of a
leash. The latter looks as if he's been crying.

"You should know better slave. Perhaps I should have informed you that CCT
cameras monitor the behaviour of our slaves at all times. For instance your
black friend here was caught sitting in the lift instead of remaining on
show. He's been whipped for his disobedience. Now it's your turn."

Master Joop grips Rollo by the back of his neck and forces him down on his
knees between my outstretched legs.

"Clean this bitch out with your tongue boy."

I feel Rollo's mouth on my tender, stretched anus. First his tongue laps up
the surface semen still leaking out and then I feel him sucking out the
rest of the two Masters' spunk in a series of short snorting suction
actions with his pouted lips. This is not punishment, it's heaven. The fact
that my best friend is performing such an intimate reward only heightens
the thrill for me. Master Joop pulls Rollo away.

"Unfasten his ankles, get him on his feet."

Rollo unbuckles the straps, pulls me to my feet and holds me close for a
moment to steady me. Master Joop sitting on the edge of the sling pulls me
over his lap and spanks me as he might a naughty schoolboy. The first
little slaps stings, the succeeding ones hurt, hurt badly, hurt
viscously. I'm soon screaming for him to stop and trying with my hands to
shield my bottom. He grips my two wrists together and continues slamming
into my arse cheeks. I start blubbering and crying out loud. From the
corner of my eye I can see my screaming has attracted a group of leather
clad Masters and naked slaves at the entry to the alcove to witness my
punishment. I should be used to this by now, but I still find it hideously
humiliating as well as sexually exciting to be spanked in public.

When Master Joop stops spanking, he allows me to slither to the floor where
I hold my red-hot bottom with my hands and curl my naked body around his
leather boots and kiss them as a sign of my submissive willingness to
obey. He attaches a leash to my collar, pulls me to my feet and leads both
the leashed Rollo and me out of the alcove. The crowd takes the opportunity
to feel us up back and front as we pass. We're led back to the staircase
and down to a deeper level of grim, dark dungeons with slimy stone floors
and walls. Tiny pinpoint lights along the edge of the passageways are the
only illumination. We pass low doors with barred grills. There is an almost
eerie silence broken only by the sound of quiet human breathing and subdued
whimpers. Master Joop stops, unlocks a door, pushes our heads down and
shoves us both inside. He locks the door, we hear his footsteps receding
and then only silence but for our own breathing,

We crouch down hugging each other. We can hardly move, as the cell is so
small. Perhaps, I think, designed for one small man. Everywhere stone
touches us and confines us. And the floor is wet. If I'm truthful, I'm
scared. At least I have Rollo. I press my lips to his and start to kiss
him. He responds eagerly and hugs me close. As he does so, a tiny stream of
water starts flowing from above our heads. I struggle to lift an arm and
detect with a finger the water is coming from a small pipe above us. We
forget out kissing and concentrate on drinking the water. It stops as
suddenly as it started and drains away through a small grate beneath
us. But our naked bodies are thoroughly wet. Rollo takes the initiative now
and pushes his tongue into my mouth and kisses me with growing passion. I
can feel his erect cock prodding against mine. Probably like me he is all
sexed up and desperate to cum. To do anything about it in this confined
space is going to be difficult. But Rollo isn't to be thwarted and our
slithery wet bodies makes it easier for him to roll me over so my arse is
pushed back into his crutch. His big cock is deep into my boycunt
immediately and we push and pull together energetically. Rollo snakes an
arm around my body and starts tossing me off. Wow! Even in these miserable
conditions, sex conquers all and for a few moments I can close my eyes and
forget everything and give myself to a man. We don't take long and with me
moaning and him giving a great shout we reach our climaxes together. I can
feel Rollo's softening cock still embedded in my hole as I drift off into
sleep.

Another cold drenching from the pipe above awakes us. I manage to catch a
few mouthfuls before it stops. It really is cold now in spite of us
clinging together for warmth.

"I need to piss." Said Rollo.

"Me too."

"Well do it. We ain't got much choice." He says.

I let go and feel my warm piss spurting up on my belly and then draining
away through the grate below. A moment and Rollo's piss is spraying and
warming my bottom.

"Do you like that boy?"

"Love it. Especially knowing it's yours Rollo." And it does feel wonderful
as it trickles down my arse crack and then my thighs. He nibbles at my
neck.

"Think I'm going to make you my little girl Ian. How'd you like that?"

"Sounds good." And I mean it. I've acted as his bitch often enough and I
know we share a deep affection for each other.

"Then you're mine girlie. I'll fuck you every day. Are you hungry?"

"Starving. When do you think they'll feed us?"

"Sometime, when they feel like it. Reckon we've got to get out of this
place, don't you?"

"Yeah, but how?"

"Don't you worry boy, leave it to me. OK?"

"Yeah, anything you say."

We snuggle together. Master Rollo's arms around me and we wait. We don't
know the time or whether it's night or day. The cold water pours down at
regular intervals. We catch and drink the water as best we can and then of
course I piss up on my belly and Rollo pisses over my arse. One small mercy
about us not eating is that neither of us has needed a shit. I hear soft
footsteps in the passageway outside. The door slams open and I feel two
pairs of hands grabbing my feet and pulling me out. More hands lift me to
my feet and run with me along the dimly lit passageway. Both my handlers
are silent naked slaves. I can hear Rollo cursing his two slaves as they
follow us. I stumble on the first step as I'm dragged up the staircase into
the slightly better lit basement. I can now see the slaves holding me are
in their late twenties. They take me into a shower enclosure that has a
metal table to one side. The two slaves lift me onto it, position me on my
hands and knees and proceed to administer a warm, soapy enema. I strain to
hold it in and in the meantime look around for a toilet. There isn't one,
simply a large drain under the table.

"Expel." One of the slaves orders. A foreign accent.

I let go and the contents of my bowels spurt out over the end of the table
and down onto the floor. Rollo, still held by two naked slaves, stands
watching my humiliation. The nozzle of the enema is inserted again and I'm
filled up and emptied twice more. The two silent slaves appear quite
indifferent to me and equally oblivious to finding themselves sprayed by my
shit. They hose me down as they would a farm animal and then hose
themselves down. I'm half lifted and half dragged from the table to stand
with my feet apart while they expertly shave my face, armpits, crotch and
anywhere else hair is suspected. I'm able to observe Rollo receiving his
three enemas before I'm led into the showers where they scrub me clean with
two hard brushes.

"Are we going to be fed?" I ask.

Both slaves shake their heads as they rub me down with rough
cloths. Whether it means we're not receiving food or they don't understand
English I'm not sure. At least I'm feeling fresher after the shower and
shave, but being cleaned out with enemas makes me feel even more
famished. Rollo is brought to stand beside me and the four slaves kneel on
either side of us. Should we kneel? The four slaves touch their heads to
the floor as an impressive naked black guy in his mid-thirties and well
over six feet in height with massive broad shoulders and a shaven head
arrives on the scene. My eyes are fix on his thick, long cock hanging down
between his tree trunk legs. He wears a collar and cockring so must be a
slave, but they way the other slaves are behaving suggest he's no ordinary
slave.

"I'm Kaiser. Master Joop's enforcer." He has a strong South African
accent. "Follow me."

The other slaves stay kneeling as Rollo and I follow Kaiser to the
stairs. We have to run to keep up with his long strides. In the reception
area I'm surprised to see two long lines of slave standing with their feet
apart and hands behind their necks. Different races; black, white and
brown; some small, some tall, some slim and some muscular. A few look about
eighteen and the rest in their twenties, but no one looks over thirty. The
clock behind the reception desk displays 6am. Kaiser turns to Rollo and
myself.

"At six every morning unless you are serving a Master you will parade like
these slaves for inspection."

Kaiser walks slowly along the front row of slaves inspecting them
carefully. He taps one on the shoulder. The slave immediately turns around,
touches his toes and spreads his arse cheeks with his hands. Kaiser prods
his index finger into the exposed hole, removes it, smells it and sucks
it. Seemingly satisfied he moves on. In the second row he taps another
slave on the shoulder and repeats his intimate inspection. This time he
simply smells his finger before dragging the young naked guy out to the
front. He forcibly bends him over, grips him tightly around the waist with
one arm and grasps his two wrists together with his hand. With his other
huge hand he proceeds to give the slave a brutally hard spanking. After
only a few slaps the slave is screaming and bawling, but the beating goes
on. I have no doubt that even the most masochistic guy there, including me,
would not willingly let himself in for this sort of punishment. He
eventually releases the weeping slave who runs back to his position in the
second row holding his red arse with his hands.

"And if you are not totally smooth and clean inside and out, you will be
beaten."

Kaiser collects a clipboard from the reception desk.

"Master Joop has assigned you to the following duties." He addresses the
two lines of slaves.

Kaiser calls out each slave's name in the form of an initial followed by a
duty. They range from kitchen assistant to bedroom 'maid' to lift boy to
whipping boys in the basement to restaurant waiter, receptionist, bar boy,
sauna attendant, cleaner, luggage porter, urinal boy and, of course, shit
cubicle boy. The slaves run off to start their duties.

"You two will have the honour of entertaining our guests during the movie
interval. But first you must eat. Follow me."

Kaiser leads us to the staircase and runs up. We follow him up to a
spacious lobby. To one side is a bar where one slave is busy arranging
glasses and another serving the first customer of the day. A Master sitting
on a barstool with two red arsed slaves kneeling at his feet. On the other
side of the lobby are double doors with the sign 'Masters Cinema'. Facing
us are open double doors leading into a restaurant. Slave waiters wearing
tiny frilled pinafores covering their genitals move around checking
tables. Their arses, some of them marked, are on show. One waiter is
serving a silver pot of coffee to two early rising leather Masters sitting
at a table.  Kaiser with us in tow approaches them. He bows low.

"I trust everything is in order Masters."

"Everything's fine Kaiser. Just back from a club." One of the Masters said.

"May I request you Masters to feed these two new slaves?"

"Sure Kaiser. We know the house customs."

"Thank you Masters. You two on your hands and knees and show some respect."

Rollo and I get down and wait like two pet dogs. The two masters break
pieces from their bread rolls and throw them down in front of us. I snatch
up one with my teeth and Rollo the other. The Masters laugh at our
eagerness and then carry on with their conversation. Kaiser nods his
approval and walks away. The Chinese waiter brings the Masters various
platters from which they help themselves. They also touch up the
waiter. Playing with his stiff cock and testicles under the pinafore or
slapping his naked arse.  He waits patiently while they do it than goes to
bring more plates of food. The Masters are generous and drop bits of boiled
egg, cheese and bread for Rollo and I to scramble for. Once a scrap of ham
already chewed. My hunger pangs are still there when they leave. We lick up
the crumbs the waiter brushes onto the floor. He places two saucers of
leftover coffee on the floor.

"Don't lift the saucers, just lap it up." The slave whispers his warning.

For about another hour we both watch the door for more Masters to
arrive. As they do, we crawl from table to table waiting for any scraps
they care to drop. Two young Masters take great delight in making us sit up
and beg for their offerings. Several others lower their hands and prefer us
to lick the palms clean.

"Fucking queens." Rollo whispers to me.

For reasons, which I think I understand, he hates having to do this sort of
thing. In contrast, I'm really turned on by the humiliation of being
treated like a pet animal in public. When one of the Masters cares to look
at me, I make a show of licking my lips and wagging my head to show my
appreciation. One elderly Master sitting on his own crooks a finger and
beckons me. I crawl over to him.

"I need a piss boy."

I take the hint and crawl under the table. His flies are open and his large
flaccid cock hangs out. I swallow the head and tighten my lips around
it. He pisses and I drink it down. It's rank, but much needed. Except for
the saucer of coffee it's the only liquid I've had. The old guy pats my
head, stands up and leaves. Except for Rollo and me the restaurant is
empty. The waiters relay the tables ready for any late comers. Kaiser
strides in, clips leashes onto our collars and leads us out into the lobby
on our hands and knees and then into the nearby 'Masters Cinema'. It's a
luxurious mini-cinema with about twenty large double seats and side tables
for drinks. Kaiser removes our leashes and pushes me onto the raised stage
to the right side of the cinema screen with my back to the audience. He
kicks my legs apart and without being told I clasp my hands together behind
my neck. Rollo is placed on the left side in the same position, but facing
front.

"Now listen. Spotlights will illuminate you both at the interval and that
will be the cue for you to move to the centre of the stage and put on a
show. The dogslave will take control, make use of the bitchslave in any
manner he chooses and end by giving the bitch a good fuck. Is that
understood?"

"Yes sir," we both shout.

Kaiser walks out. We wait. A slave's time is not important I've come to
realise. We wait for perhaps an hour and then the Masters take their
seats. Some are accompanied by naked slaves who either kneel at their feet
or sit next to them. Eventually a movie starts. I can see its hard core S&M
porn. Nothing new or original. A slave is beaten, gives a blowjob and gets
fucked. I wonder why these Masters bother. Perhaps simply to give them a
hard-on so their slaves can suck them off. Judging by the sounds I can hear
that is happening. The movie ends and I find myself in a spotlight. I look
across and see Rollo slowly edging to centre stage. Still with my back to
the audience I do the same. We touch and I wait for him to take the
initiative.

I feel his hand on my back. Moving down and stroking my butt, fingering my
crack and inserting a finger. It must look sexy. His black hand on my white
flesh. Suddenly my backside is on fire as he gives it one resounding
slap. I almost stumble, but his other arm extended across my belly steadies
me. He bends me over this arm with my hands trapped in front of me and then
starts spanking my cheeks very hard. First one and then the
other. Well-aimed punishing slaps. I'm quickly whimpering, then yelling. He
stops spanking, lifts my head up so we are face to face, embraces me and
kisses me passionately on the lips. I open up my mouth wide to his tongue
and suck it hard. He pulls away and we look into each other's eyes. He
whispers.

"Boy, I'm going to make you my slave. Would you like that?"

I nod my head and smile like an innocent virgin.

"On your knees slave." His order can be heard clearly by the audience.

I get down quickly and smother his feet in kisses.

"I said on your knees you bitch."

I kneel up. His wonderful huge erect black cock touches my nose.

"Open your mouth slave, I need a piss."

Before I can open wide, his cock pushes between my lips. I resist the
temptation to suck. He holds his cock with his hand and begins to spurt
piss down my throat. Hard repeated jets that I savour and swallow. He
withdraws and pisses in my face. Using a foot he sends me sprawling on the
floor and continues to piss all over me. I can see this excites him as much
as it does me. He flicks the remaining drops onto my body then grabs my
long blond hair and forces my face down to the floor into a pool of his
piss.

"Lick it up slave."

My tongue works away and I crawl around on my hands and knees like an
excited puppy lapping up any remaining drops of his golden fluid. I feel
Rollo's nose at my arse sniffing loudly so the audience can hear. His
tongue sucks at and then enters my anus. I stay quite still feeling
fantastically aroused and hot. I'm his hot bitch ready to be mounted. Men
are watching, Rollo raises himself, his hands grip my buttocks firmly and
he inserts himself, his manhood into me. Wow! We're linked together and I
am his to be fucked. Slowly at first and then more vigorously he pumps in
and out of me. I can feel his wonderful cock possessing me. I'm his slave
and I want this audience to know.

"Fuck me Master. Please fuck me Master."

"Are you my slave boy? Shout it out bitchboy."

"Yes Master. Make me your slave Sir. Make meee..."

I can feel myself moving towards a terrific climax. Rollo's grunts announce
he's close to cumming too. He's pistoning in and out of my boycunt and my
whore hips are wiggling backwards and forwards, encouraging him to shoot
his seed into me.

"Fuck him boy, give the stupid bitch your load boy." A Master's voice from
the audience.

Rollo cums up my arse. Shooting deep into me over and over again. He slaps
my bottom hard in a final ecstatic climax. I cum in a stream thinking how
humiliating it is to be viewed being fucked on all fours and being seen
shooting my own sperm on the floor. They all know I'm a submissive bumboy
filled with another man's spunk. They see it leaking from me as Rollo
withdraws and they applaud his triumph and my degradation as I slurp up my
own semen.

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