Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2006 12:09:16 +0000 (GMT)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING GERALD 2

OBEYING GERALD
by Will Obe

Chapter 2

Worshipping my new Master's cock becomes my main occupation in the week
following our meeting. Each morning when I shave the little hair on my face
I also apply the razor to my armpits and crotch as instructed by Master
Gerald. 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. At the office no-one comments on my
collar. They just think I'm some sort of weirdo like the others there who
have odd facial piercings. Anyway I'm proud of the collar which reminds me
constantly that I am a slave.

Arriving at the gate to his house each evening 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, relaxes in an armchair and watches, amused, me lapping 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 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 like a naughty boy showing my red butt.

On Friday he tells me to meet him at the station toilet. His orders are for
me to wait until a cubicle becomes vacant alongside the one he enters. It
takes a long time, but eventually I'm lucky. I strip completely naked and
push a message through the hole in the wall informing him I am ready. Back
comes an order to stand on the seat. My Master looks over to make sure I've
obeyed and then feels my rock hard prick and moves his hand around to
finger fuck me. A face appears over the other partition and a guy leans
over to look me up and down. He's about 30 with dark wavy hair and blue
eyes. Very handsome in fact. I peer over at his body. His trousers are down
revealing wonderful thick thighs and a very nice big jutting cock
surrounded by thick dark hair. He's kept his jacket on and, rather oddly
considering the warm weather, wears a grey silk scarf around his neck.

"You're completely shaved and wearing a collar," he whispers.

"Yes Sir, because I'm a slave. This is my Master finger fucking me."

"Do you mind if I feel your nipples?"

"You'll have to ask my Master."

"May I feel his nipples?" The guy asks Gerald.

"Go ahead. What's your name?"

The guy leans over and squeezes and tweaks each of my nipples hard in turn.

"Lovely tits. I'm Colin. You?"

"Gerald. This is Tim, but better known as boy or slave. Aged 22. Want to
see his arse?"

"Love to if you don't mind?"

"That's what slaves are for. To be shown off. Get down boy, turn around,
bend over and spread your cheeks so Colin can see you fuckhole."

The more they talk about me, the more sexually aroused I feel. I jump down
and display myself. Wow! The humiliation has my pre-cum leaking.

"His bottom's very red and marked," Colin remarks.

"Because I spank and cane him everyday for my enjoyment Colin. And he loves
it of course. Turn around boy and show yourself."

I turn around, put my hands behind me neck and show off my shaved body and
my erect cock.

"He's a joy. Do you have intercourse with him?" asks Colin.

"What's a slave's for Colin? I unload in him several times a day."

"Would you allow me to use him?"

"Why not?"

"How wonderful. Just one thing. Do you mind?"

Looking up I can see Colin lowering his scarf.

"Why not?" Gerald repeats himself and laughs.

"My place is just around the corner. Shall we go there?"

"Sounds good. Get dressed boy and meet us upstairs."

I hear them both leave as I dress fast. As soon as they see me, they start
walking towards the station exit, Colin pointing the way. I follow. As
always I'm eager. These two men can use me as they wish. Outside the
station, we cross the road and turn down a side street. Colin stops and I
hear him saying.

"I'll make sure the coast is clear. Follow me in a couple of minutes."

I wait with Gerald and to my astonishment see Colin enter a church. A
Victorian, stone built, mock-Gothic structure blackened by a century of
chimney smoke.

"Come on boy, follow me."

I follow Gerald through the door of the church. Inside it is quite
impressive with stained glass windows and rows of old pews. There's a
strong smell of incense and stands with lighted white candles. Gerald leads
me down the aisle to the front.

"Kneel down boy."

Kneeling down as if in prayer I watch Gerald studying the various memorials
on the walls. Mostly to worthy Victorians, but I notice one to a well known
Hollywood filmstar who I vaguely remember in black and white films and
another I know to be a well known London gangster of more recent
times. Colin suddenly appears near the alter wearing a cassock. He walks
towards us and without his scarf I can see he wears a clerical collar. Wow!
Wow! Wow!. He's a priest of some sort! When he reaches us Gerald barks an
instruction.

"Touch your head to the floor and kiss Master Colin's shoes."

I crawl forward, lift the hem of Colin's gown and kiss his shoes. While I'm
doing this I can hear Gerald and Colin talking.

"You're high church I take it?" Gerald sounds amused,

"Yes. Does that interest you?"

"Not on your life. I'm simply one of those non-believers who like church
music. Where are you intending to fuck my slave?"

"Just follow me. The house is attached."

Colin walks towards a stone archway followed by Gerald. I scramble to my
feet and tag on behind. At the end of a short passage Colin unlocks a door.

"Is this the entrance?" asks Gerald.

"Yes."

"Okay boy, you know the drill."

Colin looks amazed when I immediately strip naked and he hastily opens the
door. We enter, me carrying my clothes. We're in a hallway. Colin leads us
up a staircase along a landing into a rather dimly lit bedroom probably
unchanged since Victorian times. The main feature is an oak four poster bed
with a high headboard decorated with a crucifix. I place my clothes in a
corner and stand with my feet apart and hands behind my neck. Colin takes a
bottle of red wine from a cupboard and three glasses which he places on a
sidetable. On the table is a tube of KY, a silver candlestick holding a
white candle and a small bottle of 'poppers'. Colin pours the wine.

"Don't worry Gerald it's not communion wine."

He hands a glass to Gerald and is about to hand one to me when Gerald
shakes his head.

"Slaves don't drink from glasses Colin. Let me show you."

Gerald fills his mouth with wine and again knowing the drill I step forward
and open my mouth wide. Gerald lowers his mouth over mine and feeds the
wine down my throat. It tastes good.

"Try it yourself Colin. Show him who is Master."

Colin rather less expertly connects with my mouth and releases the wine. As
I swallow, Colin sets down his glass and enfolds me in his arms before his
hands explore my body. Stroking my cock, squeezing my scrotum and reaching
around with both hands cupping my arse cheeks. His eyes glitter with lust
as he sucks hard on each of my nipples in turn. I moan out load. He kisses
me on the mouth over and over again before pulling away.

"You're a beautiful boy. But a naughty boy who needs to be punished. What
do you say Gerald?"

"Definitely. So long as I punish you later. Is that agreed?"

"Well... yes. If you insist."

"I do, but please go ahead while I enjoy your wine." Gerald sits in an
armchair holding the wine bottle, refilling his glass and drinking.

"Lie on the floor slave and spreadeagle yourself," Colin instructs.

I drop down and lie before him completely naked with my legs and arms
spread out. Colin lights the candle, picks up the candlestick and proceeds
to dribble molten wax over my body. It stings, but I find this new method
of punishment painfully interesting. First my chest and tits, down to my
stomach and then deliberately on my throbbing cockhead. This is truly
painful and twist my body in anguish. I can see Gerald sipping his wine
with that wicked smile on his face. Colin puts down the candlestick and
stands astride me. I'm in the dark under his cassock.

"Raise your head slave and kiss my manhood." Colin orders.

Raising myself and holding on to his legs I realise he's naked. My mouth
finds his engorged cock and I swallow it. I hear him gasp as I suck up and
down hard. I'm suddenly in the light as he removes his garment and I can
see him naked. He has the very sturdy and hairy build of a labourer. I'm on
my knees now sucking in his balls one at a time. He pulls me up by my hair
and pushes me down over the bed and starts spanking me hard.

"Naughty boy, you need this don't you?"

"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir," I shout.

"Harder," Gerald shouts out.

My Master's order urges Colin to really lay into me. Raising his hand high
he brings it down with hard spanks on my bottom. My eyes water and I begin
wailing like a kid. This only makes him redouble his efforts and I just lie
there weeping taking the punishment. It's moved to that phase I enjoy with
Gerald where I take everything for my Master's pleasure. Then I feel KY
being worked into my fuckhole by his fingers. Opening me up ready to be
fucked. Except it's not his cock, it's cold and rigid. The neck of the wine
bottle pushing up into my rectum.

"That's excellent," I hear Gerald say. "Let the rest of the wine run into
him."

I can feel liquid penetrating up my arse and I begin to feel rather
tipsy. Gerald has done the same sort of thing with me when giving me an
enema with wine rather than water. So I'm feeling drunk when Colin presses
the 'popper' bottle into each of my nostrils in turn. I breathe in and take
the relaxant. Now I'm anybodies. A slave waiting to be used. The wine
bottle is removed and replaced with, I presume, Colin's cock. He pushes and
I hump back to take his cock as he fucks me. This is bliss. Gerald,
stripped off, kneels on the bed in front of me and inserts his awesome cock
into my mouth. Now I'm in heaven sucking like mad. A slave being used by
two Masters. Colin grunts with each stroke and grunts louder as he spurts
his spunk deep into me. Gerald withdraws, slaps my face with his hard cock
and jumps off the bed.

"Your turn Colin," I hear Gerald say as I feel Colin forcibly removed from
my hole.

"I didn't think you meant it," pleads Colin.

"A deal is a deal. You've enjoyed punishing my slave, I have the right to
punish you as agreed. Okay? Stand facing the end of the bed."

I move out of the way and watch as Colin, his softening cock still leaking
spunk, stands at the end of the bed. Gerald takes neckties from the
wardrobe and fastens Colin's wrists outstretched to the top of the end
bedposts and then ties his ankles outstretched to the bed legs. My prick
stands up hard excited by this development and I notice Colin's is also
hardening.

"Kneel on the bed boy and suck Master Colin's cock."

I scramble onto the bed and lower my mouth as ordered onto Master Colin's
cock. Now hard he eagerly starts fucking my face and I suck like fury. This
is a slave's duty and my enjoyment. Graham starts spanking Colin's arse
cheeks. At first not too hard and looking up I can sense the slave side of
Colin's nature responding. As when he canes me, the tempo and hardness of
Graham's beating gradually moves up in severeness. Colin is panting. Now I
see Graham pick up a leather belt and starts strapping Colin very
hard. Colin moves his arse back to meet the blows and then buries his cock
deep in my throat until I'm gagging. When he can't stand his punishment
anymore he shouts out and repeats himself over and over again.

"Oh god, spare me Master."

Gerals ignores him and continues the belting. Colin droops in his bindings
and weeps. Graham stops and without pause rams his great cock up Colin's
arse. Colin thrusts into my mouth and grunts. The three of us push
backwards and forwards until Graham emits what I recognise as his pre
cumming yell and loads his seed into Colin's bowels. Unfortunately, Colin
has nothing to give me and I crawl off the bed and await my Master's
orders. He dons his dark office suit.

"Come on boy. Pick up your clothes."

We're about to leave the bedroom when Gerald walks back and unties Colin's
wrists. I have a clear view of Colin's red raw backside.

We go downstairs and at the door my Master orders me to dress. Outside he
puts an arm affectionately around my shoulders.

"Did you enjoy that boy?"

"Yes Master I did."

"Now, shall we go back to the station toilets or seek adventures
elsewhere?"

I knew better than to express an opinion. Master's decide.


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