Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 18:43:26 +0000 (GMT)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING GERALD

OBEYING GERALD
by Will Obe

Chapter 1

After a few months living and searching in London I found the best place to
find Masters is the 'gents' toilet in one of the large railway stations
near to my office.  The station, built in Victorian times on a grand scale,
has a 'gents' to match. It's huge. With several long rows or urinals and
matching rows of wash basins. Black and white tiled floor. Everywhere
highly polished brass fittings and taps. Best of all are the WC
cubicles. They stand in a long line against the end wall behind floor to
ceiling polished mahogany. Each of the twenty cubicles has a coin in the
slot door. Inside they're quite spacious with tiled walls. There's no gap
under the tiled partitions, but at the top there is a three foot gap
between the top of the partitions and the ceiling. More important, over the
years holes had been made in all the partitions just above the height of
the sit down toilets. An excellent position to view neighbours and what
they're doing.

As a gay and over sexed twenty-two year old, I haunt this 'gents' whenever
I can. Often at lunchtimes and nearly always in the evening after
work. Fair haired, blue eyed, five feet seven inches tall with a slender,
but quite well developed body and a prominent bubble butt with a decent
sized six inch prick. I'm pleased to say most butch gays say I'm cute
looking and sexy. When I meet such guys in a bar, they're eager to take
advantage of my submissive disposition and although I enjoy being fucked by
them, few are the sort of dominant Master I really seek. At the railway
station 'gents' I score at a much higher rate because obviously Masters
also find it an excellent pick-up joint for willing submissives.

Unfortunately there are always guys waiting to use the cubicles and I have
to wait my turn. If possible I avoid an end cubicle as that halves the
chance of a meet. Genuine passengers with suitcases often find they are
given preference when an end cubicle becomes available. Viewing the waiting
guys I make a mental note of the ones I would like to end up next to. The
occasional ones in full black leather immediately grab my attention, but
I've discovered some tall, well-built guys in dark office suits can be very
dominant. I often wonder why we don't just exchange smiles, meet up and
take it from there. I think the answer is that we all enjoy the adventures
we might have behind those cubicle doors.

Once inside the adventure begins. I hang up my jacket on the back of the
door, Wipe the seat with toilet paper, drop my trousers and briefs and sit
down. If I see an eye at the hole in the partition I start playing with my
prick until it's hard. A moment later and a rolled piece of toilet paper
with a message is pushed through the hole.

"Nice cock. Have a look at mine."

I bend down and peer through the hole. He's holding a monstrous, red
knobbed erection. I watch and drool! I write back.

"Fantastic. I'd love to suck it."

Another message. "I'm going to look over. Stand up and show yourself."

An order! I do as I'm told, holding my shirt up to my neck to reveal my
nipples. A face appears over the partition. About forty, dark haired and
quite a dish. He looks down at me. He twirls a finger and I turn around to
show him my arse.

"Turn around," a loud whisper.

I turn back. He's licking his lips and I'm wishing they were on my
body. The face disappears and another note comes through the hole.

"Like what I see. What are you into?"

I write back, "I do as I'm told."

Another note. "Strip completely naked and stand on the seat."

Two minutes later and everything is off including socks and shoes. I stand
on the seat and can see occasional heads bobbing up further down the
row. My neighbour stands on his seat and I look over. He's wearing an
office suit with collar and tie. One hand grips his erect cock standing out
from his flies. I'm impressed in every way. He reaches over and plays with
my nipples, twisting them hard.

"Do you like that boy?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Sir."

He's tall enough to be able to reach down and grasp my prick and then move
around to insert a finger into my rosebud pucker. I gasp.

"Do you like that boy?"

"Oh... yes Sir."

"You like being used, do you? Being fucked like a girl?"

"Yes Sir. Anything you say.

"Good. I need a slave."

At this moment I feel another hand exploring my hairless chest and twisting
my nipples. I look to my other side to see a younger guy's face grinning at
me from the other side. He's ginger haired. I look over and see his pants
are down and he's wanking a long hard rod. He grins and nods at the older
guy.

"How's his arsehole?"

"Tight. Needs opening up with a good fucking."

"If you're going to fuck him, can I join you?"

These two guys are feeling me up and talking about using me. I'm getting
more and more excited. The older guy withdraws his finger from my anus and
pushes it into my mouth. I suck on it like mad.

"You see how he sucks my finger? He's a born sub and needs taking under
control."

"Have you a place?" the younger guy asks.

"Three stations down the line if you want to join us."

"See you outside."

The ginger haired guy steps down. The older one slaps my arse twice.

"Get dressed boy and quick. Meet us up top."

I can't wait and I'm back in my office suit, collar ant tie very quickly. I
hear the doors on either side open and slam. Two more guys enter on either
side of me and I'm tempted to check them out, but decide I'd better leave
and join my two recent neighbours. I walk up the steps to the platform area
and see them both waiting. The tall, dark haired guy in a business suit
looking startlingly handsome. The other guy is slightly shorter with a nice
open face wearing tight jeans and a muscle filled sweatshirt. I decide I've
hit gold and walk towards them smiling, but rather nervous.

"I'm Gerald," says the business suit as we shake hands.

"And I'm Mark," says the younger one.

"My name's Tim," I say.

"Right. Platform six. Come on boy. You can carry my briefcase."

The train is full of commuters going home after work. But not too full. We
find two double seats facing each other. Gerald indicates for me to sit
near the window while he sits next to me and Mark sits opposite.

Gerald is inquisitive about Mark. Probably because he's inviting him to his
home and wants to know the score.

"What line are you in Mark?"

"Joiner and carpenter mainly, but do the odd bit of plumbing too. The
wife's off visiting her mother so I'm off the leash. Live in Stockwell so
the station is convenient for pick-ups. What about you?"

"Insurance firm in the city. Deadly dull really. It's only sex that keeps
me going."

"Yeah, me too. Not so much the wife these days as guys like little Tim
here. Reckon he'll make a good fuck."

"Especially when his bottom's been warmed up with the cane. You into that
sort of thing Mark?"

"Spank the wife sometimes. Wouldn't mind spanking Tim if he's willing?"

"Not a question of him being willing. He's a slave who does as he's
told. Don't you boy?" Gerald places a hand on my knee and squeezes.

"Yes. Of course Sir. And I'd love Master Mark to spank my bottom if that's
okay Sir?"

"You're in for more than that boy when we get you home."

They continue discussing me as though I wasn't there. How they'll make me
suck their cocks and fuck my arse. Gerald mentions he prefers his slaves
shaved completely and Mark offers to help him. Except for my armpits and
crutch I don't have much body hair so they won't have much to do.

Are you obedient boy?" Gerald asks.

"I try to be Sir."

"I'm going to drop a coin on the floor. I want you to kneel down and find
it and while you're there let me feel you kissing my shoes and then do the
same for Mark."

He drops a coin. I look around and can see no one else is looking so kneel
down and pick up the coin. I press my lips to Gerald's shoes and then to
Mark's trainers. I sit back up and hand Gerald the coin.

"Good boy. Now something else. Give me your hand."

I stretch out my hand and Gerald pulls it up to his mouth. He spits into it
several times.

"Lick that up boy."

I'm not keen, but realise Gerald is testing me so I lick the palm of my
hand and take in his spittle.

"Wow," says Mark. "He really does do as he's told. I'm going to enjoy
eating out his pussy just like I do my wife and then giving him a really
good fucking."

"That's what you need, don't you boy? Being fucked like his wife. A sub boy
who needs a dominant man to handle you. When were you last fucked?"

I'm hard listening to all this talk about what they're going to do with me
and can't wait.

"Three days ago Sir."

"Where and by what sort of guy."

"A guy I met where we met. He took me to the end of one of the platforms
where it was dark, took my trousers and pants down, made me suck him and
then he shagged me. He said he was a merchant navy officer and I was a his
cabin boy."

"A likely story. Probably some office clerk working out his fantasy on
you. If you haven't been fucked for three days you must be gagging for it
boy?"

"Yes I am Sir."

"Looks like we're in luck Mark. Come on, this is my station."

We were beyond the suburbs and the station seemed to be some distance from
the town it served. Most of the passengers streamed off to the car park or
the main road into town. Gerald led us down what seemed like a country lane
to the right of the station. We passed a few cottages and came to what
seemed like the last street lamp in the lane. At that moment I realised I
was bursting for a pee and couldn't hold out.

"Please Sir, I need to take a piss. Can I go against this wall?"

"No you can't. We need to see our boy piss, don't we Mark? Go and stand
under the lamp."

"What if someone comes past?" I plead.

"Just do as your told."

At the lamp I unzip and start taking out my prick.

"Who gave you permission to do that? Zip up and piss. You said you needed
to."

I look from Gerald to Mark standing in the fringe of light cast by the
lamp. Gerald can't mean it. They both stare at me waiting. At this point
I'm desperate. I let go and piss. Urine fills my underpants and starts
running down my legs. Now I don't care and just piss watched by my two
grinning Masters. I lower my head. Piss stains my trousers, runs over my
shoes and into the gutter. I feel totally humiliated and yet at the same
time sexually aroused at my actions in front of these two men. As soon as
the piss stops, my prick hardens and tents my wet trousers. Gerald spots
this, comes towards me and grips my prick through the wet trousers.

"That's a good boy. Think you have all the signs of being a good slave."

As Gerald says this, Mark has a hand on my wet trousers at the back and his
fingers are prodding hard between my arse cheeks.

"You're right Gerald, he's a horney young bitch itching to be shagged."

He's right. With their hands on me I feel like a bitch on heat and my prick
is twitching ready to cum.

Gerald places a hand on the back of my neck and pushes me forward and I
walk on. I can hear them talking together behind me, but can't tell what
they're saying. I'm about to pass some large double wrought iron gates.

"Stop boy. This is my place."

I peer through the gates at an old, large, brick built house on the far
side of a cobbled yard from the gates. This guy Gerald must be loaded. Mark
is also looking impressed.

"Very nice Gerald. Georgian I'd say."

"Thank you Mark. You're right. 1810 according to the deeds. But don't
worry; inside it has modern fittings. Now boy, let me tell you, no slave
ever enters my property unless he's naked. Strip now and pile you clothes
neatly."

I'm about to protest, but decide it will simply be a waste of breath. I
take off my shoes and socks and place them on the ground. Both Masters are
watching me humiliate myself. I remove my jacket and fold it on top of my
footwear. Next my tie and shirt. I never wear a vest so I'm now
half-naked. I lower my trousers and fold them and stand before them only in
my briefs.

"I'd love to see him in a pair of my wife's lacy pants," says
Mark. Preferably crutchless ones so I could fuck him easily."

"Get those pants off boy," Gerald demands. "If you're into him wearing
girlie outfits Mark, I have some inside."

I remove my underpants and stand naked revealing my rigid erection.

"Pick up your clothes and walk to the door."

I walk in front of them knowing my bubble butt is on view to them. As I
reach the door, I can hear a dog barking loudly. Gerald unlocks the door
and indicates for me and Mark to enter. A black Labrador, barking and
wagging its tail, jumps up to smell Mark's crotch and then mine.

"Don't worry, he won't bite. Just drop your clothes in the corner and let
him sniff you boy," says Gerald.

Big mistake. I bend over to place my pile of clothes on the floor and the
dog is sniffing and licking my exposed arsehole. I jump to my feet and the
dog starts humping my leg and thigh. I can feel its cock against my
leg. Mark and Gerald watch, laughing at me being shagged by a dog. I can
tell by their expressions that they are also aroused at seeing me unable to
resist the dog's attention. In my naked state it's really humiliating.

"Down Marmy. Back to your kennel. If you're good I might let you have the
bitch later."

The dog, as obedient as me, runs off down the corridor.

"The drawing room is this way Mark. Let's have a drink. And you boy."

We both follow Gerald into a very large sitting room elegantly furnished
with a huge marble fireplace against one wall and facing it a row of French
doors draped with curtains. Gerald turns on lights and beyond the windows a
still surfaced blue swimming pool comes into view illuminated by poolside
lamps.

"Come on Mark take a seat. Make use of the bitch while I fix us some
drinks?"

Gerald goes over to a drinks cabinet and Mark settles himself on a long
sofa. He beckons to me and pulls me down onto his lap. I realise he's so
much bigger than I am and the feel of his rough jeans against my bare
bottom as I snuggle into his sweatshirt is fantastic. He and his wife are
obviously into kissing and he kisses me like he must kiss her with his
tongue probing my throat and me sucking it. He moves around and kisses my
ears in turn, inserting his tongue. Then my nostrils. He pulls away
slightly and pushes his index finger into my mouth. I suck it like I would
a cock. He removes the finger, puts it into his own mouth and then reaches
down between my legs and thrusts his finger up my tight hole. Wow! His
mouth and stubble beard is back on the smooth skin of my mouth as he
fingerfucks me. I almost swoon. His vigorous anal prodding and his tongue
down my throat are making me a male bitch on heat. I respond eagerly to his
kisses, finger fucking and nipple tweaking.

"Take a rest Mark and have a drink." Gerald sits next to us as I unwind
myself from Mark's strong embrace. "And you slave on the floor where you
belong."

I sit at their feet gazing up at these two wonderful Masters I've
discovered, my prick dancing between my legs.

"If you turn around boy you'll find a drink for yourself. Lap it up with
your hands behind your back."

Behind me I find a metal dog dish, except it is marked 'slave', full of a
clear liquid I at first assume to be water. When I start lapping I realise
it is not only water, but also a large helping of gin. I'm drinking the
same as my Masters, but from a dish on the floor. This whole scene plus the
gin soon has me flushing red with alcohol and that wonderful feeling of
humiliation.

"Lift your backside up boy."

Raising my hindquarters to the gaze of my Masters seems the right thing to
do as I lap up the remains of my drink.

"Think we've something to work on there Mark. Very cute bubble butt. Pull
those cheeks apart boy and let us see your fuckhole."

My hands go back and I spread my cheeks. Wow! Now I'm really on show. I
hear Mark whistle.

"Can't wait to get at that Gerald. Okay if I fuck him now?"

"Hang on, I need some answers first. Are you willing to be my slave boy?"

"Yes Sir, yes Master." Gerald is the ideal of the Master I've been seeking.

"Any slave of mine would need to take punishment. I cane slaves very hard
for my own pleasure. Are you up for that?"

"Yes Master." I have been caned and spanked and know how sexually aroused
and excited I've been to be used and punished as a worthless slave.

"Think I'll wait to get your final answer after I've warmed you up. Let's
go to my playroom Nark. Bring your drink and follow me upstairs. I've a bar
up there. And you follow on your hands and knees boy."

Up two flights of carpeted stairs. Me scrambling like a monkey. The top
floor is a huge open space. At one end a lounge with a fifty inch LCD TV,
easy chairs and a bar. The other end equipped with a mixture of exercise
machines and obvious dungeon equipment. I've seen playrooms, but never
anything like this.

"Over here boy."

Gerald points at a set of stocks of modern design. He lifts the top piece
and pushes my head and wrists into the three slots and lowers the top. I'm
held fast doubled in two, vulnerable back and front.

"Why don't you use his mouth Mark while I warm him up?"

Mark strips off and walks over in front of me. His big cock and balls
surrounded by a tight mound of ginger hair are in my face. He hefts his
half-hard cock and wipes it across my face. I stick out my tongue and
eagerly lick the pre-cum from the large red knob emerging from his tight
foreskin. He pulls back the foreskin and slides his cock into my mouth. As
he does so I feel the first light tap, tap, tap of Gerald's cane. As I suck
the taps continue constantly all over my bottom. As they become harder, I
suck harder.

"He's a born cock sucker Gerald. You should feel this. My wife isn't half
as good."

"Pleased to hear that Mark. He'll respond even better as I warm him up."

By this time the cane is striking rather than tapping. Quite painful, but
bearable. I simply suck harder. Suddenly the caning stops and Mark
withdraws his cock from my mouth. Now I see Gerald stripped off, wearing a
leather harness and looking magnificent with a cane in one hand and his
monstrous cock in the other. He eases it into my mouth and starts mouth
fucking me. Not easy like Mark, but thrusting and exerting his dominant
rights over a submissive slave. I manage to cope and suck it down my
throat. Mark has moved behind me and is stroking my hot bottom.

"I've never seen an arse as red as this from punishment," remarks Mark. I
feel his fingers probing my pucker.

"Wait till I've finished with it and then you can have first go fucking the
bitch. Come back and keep his mouth busy."

Gerald moves away and Mark quickly takes over. I think my red arse must
have excited him because he's now holding my head and mouth fucking me
hard. The cane lands hard on my already sore bottom and if my mouth wasn't
full I'd be screaming. I kick my legs about, but nothing can now stop
Gerald. Stroke after stroke, harder and seemingly harder. My eyes water and
I feel the tears running down my cheeks. He must stop, I can't stand
this. I try dislodging Mark's rigid penis, but like Gerald he's carried
away and thrusting in and out with vigour. I try to remind myself I am a
slave and this is what I deserve. What I need. One last crashing strike of
the cane and my punishment stops.

"Get round here Mark and fuck the bitch."

Mark pulls his nearly exploding cock from my mouth and a moment later I
feel it entering and thrusting up my dry arse. I feel I'm being spanked as
he slaps his stomach against my arse cheeks. Master Gerald is looking down
at my tear stained face, smiling, and A wicked sort of smile. He presents
his cockhead and I lick the pre-cum from the slit of his magnificent
circumcised weapon.

"Good boy. Crying like a baby after a little caning. I like it. Are you
sure you still want to be my slave?"

I'm hurting badly, but it's what I've dreamt of. Being severely punished. I
really do want to be his slave.

"Yes Master. I do."

"Okay boy. Now suck your dummy baby until I'm ready to make you my
bitchboy."

With several snorts and a great shout Mark unloads his spunk into me. I
feel the spurts filling me and as he withdraws his spunk starts running
down my inner thighs. I see him stagger over to the bar, wiping himself
with a cloth and pouring himself a stiff drink before flopping down on the
sofa to watch Master Gerald using me. Gerald takes his time, giving me his
soothing dummy treatment for several minutes. In spite of my burning
bottom, this is heaven. Eventually he withdraws his cock, slaps my face
with it several times and then disappears from my sight. His hands are
stroking my ass cheeks until first one, then two and then three fingers
explore my spunk filled boycunt. I can feel my anus grasping at them as he
removes them and then grasping and sucking in the knob of his cock. This is
not like Mark. Master Gerald's cock ploughs into me, hurting me, filling me
completely. I gasp and tears come into my eyes again. In it goes. Further
than any cock that's ever fucked me. At last I can feel his pubic hairs
scratching my tender bum. Then it's in and out. Deep fucking thrusts
demonstrating I belong to him as his slave and he's using me as his fuck
boy. Mark has wandered over to watch and puts his thumb into my mouth as a
soother I can suck on. My Master builds up his pumping invasion of my ass,
grasping my hips with clenched fingers. I can feel my prostate being
attacked over and over again. My prick's throbbing and dancing forward with
each thrust of my Master. With a few anguished murmurs I feel my Master
planting his seed deep into me and as I feel this my own spunk bursts out
in a stream of goblets over Mark's body and feet. He rubs my own semen from
his thighs into my face and lifts up one foot so I can clean him up. Master
Gerald withdraws his cock and slaps my arse cheeks very hard. I wince with
pain.

My new Master appears in front of me holding a thick leather collar. He
fastens it around my neck.

"You're my bitch boy Tim. Now I've bred you, you belong to me as long as I
want you. Understand slave?"

"Yes Master. Whenever you want me I shall be obedient to your orders and
I'll worship your cock Sir.

Please let me know what you think of this story. I could write a follow-up.
will.obe@btinternet.com


OBEYING GERALD by Will Obe

Chapter 2

Worshipping my new Master's cock becomes my main occupation in the week
following our meeting. Every evening after work I meet him at the station
and we travel down to his home. He sits reading his newspaper and, even if
there are seats, I'm required to stand. We travel back together the
following morning, my bottom flaming red again after he's enjoyed spanking
and caning me. My mouth and my boycunt sore from his fucking. The other
passengers look at me and have no idea how I've been used and I have this
intense feeling of pride that they are looking at my Master's slave boy. I
think one or two gays guess from my leather slave collar what I am and
grope me when the train is crowded. They discover of course that I wear no
underpants as ordered by my Master.

Arriving at the gate to his house I strip completely and walk in front of
him to the front door. Marmy is always there, barking. After greeting my
Master the dog increasingly concentrates on pushing its nose into my
arsehole and then getting between my legs and licking my genitals. I'm not
allowed on Master's orders to push him away and he continues his attentions
in the living room. Master always mixes himself a drink and watches,
amused, as I lap my drink up from the slave dish as Marmy tries to mount
me. Fortunately, as yet, Master has not allowed the Labrador to get too
randy with me and shoos him off after as soon as he starts trying to fuck
me. Master takes me to his bedroom and after stripping off himself we
shower together and I give him his first blowjob of the evening. Caning
comes after the evening meal. Me kneeling on the floor eating from a slave
dish. After the caning I'm put to stand in a corner with my hands on my
head