Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 18:44:50 +0100 (BST) From: WILL OBE Subject: OBEYING MITCH Chapter 5 OBEYING MITCH by Will Obe Chapter 5 A sharp slap on my bare bottom wakes me in the morning. Mitch, wearing his usual casual clothes, stands over me smiling. "Get into the bathroom and clean up boy including inside as I explained. I'll clean up my bed. You can use my razor and toothbrush." It seems strange using his toilet things, but I do as I'm told. After showering and drying myself, I take time combing my wavy hair straight back as he said he wants it. I've no clothes. Should I wear a towel around my waist? I remember his instruction, slaves should be naked. I find him in the large modern kitchen sitting at a table having his breakfast. "Here boy, sit on my lap," he hoists me up on his lap. My prick is hard. I feel like a kid. More so when he starts feeding me spoonfuls of cereal from his own dish. Is he into the daddy-boy stuff I've read about? If he is, I'm happy. He hasn't revealed a kink yet which I've not loved. After we finish breakfast he carries me in his arms out onto his sunlit patio and places me down on a sunlounger. He sits at a patio table reading a newspaper. Anxiously I look around. I am naked after all. But no other buildings overlook us. I settle back, relax and keep my eyes on this beautiful butch man who has come into my life and taken me over. He finishes reading and catches me looking at him. "Turn over and let me see your red ass slave boy," he orders. I do so immediately. "We have future arrangements to talk about boy. I think we'll forget the month's trial. You're my slave from this moment. Any objections?" "Absolutely none Sir, if you want me?" "Don't worry, I definitely want you. Some practical things Andy. I'll ring your landlord and sort out about your room and tell him to give all your belongings to a charity shop. That okay?" "Yes Sir, if that's what you want?" "You will phone your parents and explain you've been offered a post-graduate course which will take you out of the country for at least six months. That okay?" "Yes Sir. Whatever you say." "Except for leaving the country it's perfectly true. You will join my post-graduate group of students and also act as my personal assistant as well as my slave boy. "That sound okay?" I jump up and run to hug him. "It sounds wonderful Sir." "You need more training boy," he slaps my bottom very hard. "Go to my study now and ring your parents." Mum and Dad are both delighted with my news even if I skate over the details. As I put down the phone I feel Mitch pressing up behind me. His ramrod cock in his jeans searching out my crevice. I press backwards. Instead of dropping his pants and fucking me, he bends me over the desk and starts spanking my bottom. It hurts, but I realise I'm bearing the pain and beginning to revel in it. He pulls me up by my hair and clips on the nipple clamps. The pain eases and then my Master attaches a small lead weight to the chain. I screw up my face in pain, my eyes watering. "Stand in that corner, feet apart and don't you dare touch that weight." I stand in the corner of the study, my face to the wall, waiting for the pain to lessen. Mitch rings my landlord, explains he is making me his slave and would he get rid of all my gear. He'll put a cheque in the post to more than cover any expenses. I hadn't even realised my landlord was gay! "Come here boy." Standing in front of him, my prick erect, Mitch examines my tits. "A lot more work, but not bad. A lot more tears before I've finished your slave training. Okay?" Mitch licks the tears from my face, pushes back my foreskin and gently massages my prick. "Yes Master, anything you want." The entryphone buzzes. "Are you sure boy? Anything? That you Arty?" Mitch speaks into the entryphone. "Okay, come right in." He notices my startled look. "Don't worry boy. You're my naked slave. Better get used to it. Go answer the door." I know I'm his naked slave, but the idea of answering the door to a stranger completely naked I find embarrassing. I half hide behind the door as I open it to Arty. He's a big sporty looking guy about 30 with close shaven blond hair and sparkling brown eyes, wearing white shorts, tank top and carrying a large gym bag. Pushing in, he closes the door, ruffles my hair, drops his bag and fondles my shaved erect prick. "Very cute and small build, perfect for Mitch. So, you're the new boy?" He flicks the weight attached to my tits and I cringe and wince. He pulls the weight down and I scream out. Mitch appears and gives Arty a hug. "What you think Arty?" "Very tasty and from what you said on the phone, innocent, but eager to be fucked and made to take pain." "Are you eager boy?" asks Mitch. "Yes Sir," I whisper although finding it shameful to admit it in front of this other guy. "Then show my guest some respect and get down and kiss his feet." Down I go and kiss Arty's white trainers. "Now stand up, bend over, pull your cheeks apart and show Arty your fuckhole." If Mitch is intending to humiliate me he's succeeding although having to do it feeds my sexual hunger. Arty's fingers run up and down my ass crack and a large finger protrudes into my anus. "Sweet, very sweet. Could decorate that with a few rings if you want Mitch?" "Perhaps, but not yet. We must start gently. Let's go to the bedroom." Mitch grips my neck and pushes me along the corridor to his bedroom. "Lie on the bed face up, arms and legs spread-eagled," orders Mitch. Now what. Arty opens his bag and throws out some black jeans and a denim shirt. "They should fit him when you need to take him out." Arty puts a hand between my legs and squeezes a roll of skin on the ridge between my ball sack and anus. "What about a perineum ring Mitch? Big enough ring would remind him he's a slave every time he sits down?" "Later possibly," says Mitch, "have you the nipple rings for me to see?" "Of course. Here you are," Arty hands Mitch a fistful of metal rings, "different sizes for you to choose from." "Marvellous. You get on with the ear ring while I have a look." Fuck! They're discussing inserting ear and tit rings! What about an anaesthetic? More important, does this Arty know what he's doing? "Do we need to tie him down for this?" asks Arty. "Definitely not. My slave takes everything without bondage. I want to see him feel the pain. Anyway with your training at the hospital it'll be no more than minimal." Arty swabs my ear lobe with something very pungent. The mention of a hospital is comforting. "Okay boy, stay still. You'll feel the needle go through and then the ring follows." I clench my teeth together. A sharp pain, but not too bad. "Chosen the rings you want Mitch?" "Ring Arty. Do his right tit only for now. Think it will be fun to do the left tit in public sometime." Arty swabs my right nipple and pulls it forward. Mitch is leaning over watching me. "Keep your eyes open boy." Now terrible pain as I feel a needle or something pushing through my flesh. I look up into my Master's eyes. He's smiling. I'm in anguish and this increases when Arty removes the clam and blood flows back. The pain increases again when Arty allows the weight to drop and pull on my left nipple. Mitch smiles. "Good boy, that's good boy. Now the neckchain Arty. Stand up boy." I stand at the end of the bed. My prick already erect. Arty hands Mitch a handsome thick silver chain and a polished brass padlock. My Master slips the chain around my neck, clicks on the padlock and arranges it neatly on my neck. "This chain and this lock are public signs that you are my slave Andy. Do you accept?" "Oh, yes sir, I do." I'm immediately so proud to be wearing his slave collar. "How about letting me shag him as a tip for all my work?" asks Arty. "No one fucks this boy Arty except me, so fuck off." "Thanks pal, anything else?" Arty grins. "Hang on, we'll have a drink when I've seen to the boy. Mitch presses the button at the side of the bed and the chains and cuffs are lowered. He cuffs my wrists, presses the button until I'm hanging with my feet off the ground and groaning with the pressure on my upward stretched arms. "You'd like to be lowered slave?" "Please Master, please." Mitch hands Arty an outsize butt plug-from a drawer. "Lube it up Arty." I hang watching as Arty smoothes lube over the black plug. "Still want to be lowered slave?" "Please Master," although knowing it will not be comfortable. Mitch presses the button. Arty holds the plug ready. I feel the tip of the plug parting my ass cheeks, reaching my tight rosebud anus and gradually entering. I cry out loud as it forces its way through my sphincter and proceeds to completely fill my gut. My toes touch the floor as the plug completes its journey. Tears are running down my face. Arty stands grinning. My Master pushes back my foreskin, sucks on my cockhead and smiles. They both turn and leave me hanging. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. will.obe@btinternet.com