Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 17:52:18 +0100 (BST) From: WILL OBE Subject: OBEYING MITCH Chapter 6 OBEYING MITCH by Will Obe Chapter 6 A Master slave routine has taken over my life. I no longer use my Master's bathroom. In my room (more a cubicle without a door) is a shower, toilet without a seat, an enema kit and on the floor a sort of dog basket. I have not slept in the slave basket yet. After a morning shower I present myself to my Master in the kitchen wearing my silver slave collar and a weighted chain attached to my nipple ring and a clamp on my other tit. He orders me to bend over, thrashes my bottom with a thick belt until I'm howling and crying. Then he admires my red-hot ass and fucks me long and hard. I don't now sit on his lap for breakfast. Instead I eat from a slave dish on the floor using my mouth only, my hands behind my back. Mitch sacked his cleaner and I do all the cleaning which takes me the whole morning. Lunch comes from the freezer. I heat the food in a microwave and after I serve it to my Master at the table in the kitchen, I kneel down at the side of his chair waiting for the scraps he feeds me from his hand. I love slavishly licking his hand clean. He pours wine or beer into my wide open mouth. If I miss any, I lick it up from the floor. After washing up, unless he wants to spank and fuck me, I'm allowed to sunbathe on the patio. He works in his study morning and afternoon. Promptly at 5pm I present myself to my Master in his bedroom for slave training. The first day he puts cuffs on my wrists and ankles, orders me to sit on the floor, attaches my wrist cuffs to my ankle cuffs, then pushes my head down until my prick is in my mouth and I suck my own stiff prick. He rolls me over onto my shoulders with my ass up and totally vulnerable. He spits on my exposed hole and impales me with a large butt-plug. This is followed with a warm-up spanking with both his hands, 10 belt lashes and finally 10 strokes of the cane. I'm left weeping and cumming into my mouth. I quietly thank my Master for punishing his devoted slave. On the second day of training my Master inserts a larger butt-plug, fastens a black leather collar around my neck and a cockring around the base of my balls and erect hard prick. From this he hangs a heavy lead weight. An additional weight is added to my nipple chain. He orders me down onto my hands and knees, attaches a leash to my collar and leads me out onto the patio where he sits down and reads his newspapers while constantly punishing my bottom with a riding crop. Each vicsious stroke and I yelp like a pup. This status he confirms eventually. "Piss time dog." He leads me around the patio and stops at the flower bed running along the rear wall. "Show me how a dog takes a piss boy. Lift your leg." I do as instructed and aim my stiff prick at the flowers. It takes time with an erection and when it does happen, it splatters everywhere. "Good boy." My Master leads me around again and stops in the centre of the patio. "Look up slave." His wonderful monstrous cock is hanging out of his jeans. As I watch he starts to piss straight into my face. "Open your mouth boy." I drink and swallow greedily. This is something new. A kink I'd never expected, but as ever I love it. The total humiliation of drinking another man's piss. "Roll onto your back dog." Keeping my legs and arms raised as a real puppy would, I'm in extacy as my Master showers my hair, face, chest and crotch with his warm golden piss. His contempt for me, his slave, sexually excites me. I cannot help grasping my prick and starting to wank. He nods his approval and my hand moves faster. With the last of his piss he lubricates my prick and I'm almost there. My Master starts to pump his engorged cock. The sight of it looms over me, aimed at my face. I push my ass up and down obscenely to drive the butt-plug in and out of my anus. My climax is fast approaching, but I slow down to give priority to my Master's. When he cums he shoots strings of semen straight into my mouth. As I taste his creamy cum, I explode with jets of spunk shooting up and over my chest and face. I'm surprised on the third day when after lunch he gives me the black jeans and denim shirt Arty had brought. "Put them on, I'm expecting visitors." I struggle into the jeans which are an exceptionally tight fit revealing the shaps of my prick and balls clearly. The shirt is also equally tight and barely reaches my waist, revealing a my navel and a strip of naked flesh. "You look good slave. Like a male hooker. I must take you out one night and see if the kerb crawlers are interested. Would really humiliate you, don't you think?" "Yes it would Master." And how! My imagination is into overdrive! The doorbell rings. I look at Mitch. "Do I need shoes Sir?" "Slaves don't need shoes. Go and open the door and bring them into my study." Well, at least I'm dressed. I open the door. Two of my fellow students stand there. Chris and David. Both my own age. Both very good looking and hunky. Chris over six feet with black wavy hair and bright blue eyes. David a little taller than me with aubern hair and hazel coloured eyes. Sporty types I only know from lecture meetings. "Hi Andy," Chris greets me with a handshake and a laugh, "can't you even afford sneakers?" "Nice to see you Andy," David shakes hands with a broad smile, "like your outfit. Fuck! They're taking the piss. Both are wearing jeans and sports shirts. "Nice to see you both. Mitch is in his study." My Master is sitting behind his desk. He waves Chris and David to two armchairs. I remain standing. "Thought we might have a gettogether well ahead of term starting. I have a reading list for you all and a few projects for you to look over. And, in case you don't know, I wanted you to meet my new Personal Assistant here," he waves a hand in my direction, "now tell me David why do you think I chose you three?" "What? Well I suppose you know us. Is that it?" "No," Mitch growls, "go on Chris, you tell me?" "Because you think we're gay like you." "Idiot! I know all three of you are gay, but that's not the reason. Perhaps my Personal Assistant can tell me or at least hazard a guess?" "Well... er, no Sir." As soon as I say Sir, I glance to see Chris's and David's reactions. They are bemused if not amazed. Mitch is well known for his informal relations with his students. "You surprise me boy. Punishment is called for don't you think?" "Yes Sir, if you say so Sir," I murmur, not daring to look at Chris and David. Mitch stands up. "Well, I chose all three of you because you obtained first class degrees well ahead of the pack. And, more important, I expect Chris and David to be intelligent enough to appreciate and understand our relationship." "You're an item?" quiries Chris, "congratulations!" "Are we an item boy?" Mitch turns to me. "Yes Sir, sort of." "What's all this sir shit?" asks David. "If you read what it says on his padlock, you'll know." David gets up, comes across to me and peers at my padlock closely. "Oh shit! Listen to this Chris. It says 'property of Master Mitch'. How about that?" "You're kidding," says Chris, "let me have a look." Chris joins David and holds my padlock up to his eyes. "Shit, I can't believe it." "Turn it over and read the reverse," instructs Mitch. Chris turns it over and laughs into my face. "This side says 'i am a slave and belong to Master Mitch'. Is this true Andy boy?" "Yes it is." "What's it mean?" asks David. "Sit down and listen you two," said Mitch. As a gay man I prefer the active role. I'm sure you know what that means. And by disposition I'm a nasty sadist. By contrast I discovered my boy here is not only passive, but is a submissive who wants to obey orders, get fucked and take punishment. I am the Master and he is my slave. Any questions?" I'm still recovering from what I've learnt is engraved on my padlock. Chris and David are absorbing what Mitch has said. "You punish Andy?" said Chris, "I mean how?." "Ah, you want a demonstration? Well, I owe him a punishment as you perhaps heard me say. Get over the desk boy." I jump to obey. "Legs spread wide boy." As I spread my legs, Chris and David stand up to watch. Mitch takes a cane from his drawer, moves behind me and I hear him swishing the cane through the air. The next swish and the cane cuts across my tight jeaned bottom and I yelp. "One. Thank you Sir." Another stroke and I yelp louder. Being watched by two fellow students increases my feeling of humiliation. "Two. Thank you Sir." After my thanks for the stinging sixth stroke. "Now boy, stand up, drop your jeans and bend over the desk again." As I stand up and push down my tight jeans, I can't help showing off my shaved crotch, the cock ring around the base of my genitles and my stiff prick. I see Chris smiling wickedly as I stretch out over the desk exposing my bare bottom to these two guys. My face is as red as I know my ass cheeks already are. Fuck! This is utter humiliation. "Legs well apart slave, let everyone see your balls." He pushes up the end of my shirt with the cane to expose my naked body even more and starts to stripe my bottom. Six lashing cuts. I shout out the number after each scream and at the end I'm blubbering and crying. What must the watchers be thinking? "I love a hot red ass to fuck so usually at this stage I fuck him, but not today. We must discuss your studies. Okay slave, go and stand in the corner boy, lift up your shirt and let your fellow students see your red striped ass." Still blubbing, I listen to Mitch outlining the course of studies. It applies to me too, so I listen carefully and this helps me to calm down as I dry my tears on my arm. Even so, I'm sure the two guys are watching me intently as I stand like a naughty boy in the corner, my naked red bubble butt on show. The knowledge that they now know I am Mitch's slave and are viewing the result of his punishment makes for an intense and rewarding feeling of complete humiliation. Still in the corner holding my shirt up I listen to their discussion. But then they start talking about me. How we met. my humiliation in the pub and my training routine. "I don't believe this! You make him walk him around the patio on his hands and knees and order him to lift his leg and piss like a dog?" Chris asks with surprise in his voice. "It's part of his training as a slave Chris. He obeys my orders. That's what I want and it's what he wants." "And you keep him naked all the time?" David sounds more doubtful. "David dear, slaves do not wear clothes except on very special occasions. If you would like to take off my slave's shirt we can start as I mean to go on?" I feel David's fingers lifting up my shirt, over my head and taking it off. Now I am completely naked. "Turn round boy. Show your shaved nakedness. You will go naked from now on when Chris and David are here. Understand?" "Yes Master." I blush as I admit my status to these guys. "Good. Now take these boys into the living room and obey their orders. I want them to spank you over their knees and anything else they want except fuck you. That is my priveleege at the moment. And call them Sir." In the living room I stand meekly in front of Chris and David. "Come and sit on my lap babe," Chris says gently. I've always admired Chris and love the feel of being naked on his jean covered lap. He spreads my legs and kisses me, his tongue soon fucking my mouth and throat. One arm is around my shoulders and the other hand is fondling my shaved prick and balls. He stops kissing me. "You are so cute Andy. No wonder Mitch wants to fuck you and make you obey his orders. Do you really like being his slave?" "Yes Sir." "And now you're going to be ours. Is that right?" "Yes Sir." Chris puts a finger in my mouth and I suck on it hard. "That's what you really like, isn't it? Being fucked?" "Yes Sir," I mumble around his finger. He removes his wet finger, reaches between my legs, inserts it into my hole and starts finger fucking me. I smile up at him, moving my ass on his finger and quietly moaning with delight. "Look at him Dave. He's ours and ready to be our sex toy. Come and suck his cock. You'll both enjoy that." David kneels on the floor and places his wet mouth around my prick. Wow! This is awesome. Two hunks using my naked body. One with his finger fucking my hole like crazy and the other giving me a fantastic blowjob. "Keep his spunk in your mouth," Chris orders David. Now Chris pulls me closer and thrusts his tongue down my throat. I shudder with overpowering sexual intensity and cum in great spurts into David's mouth. Chris takes his mouth from mine and grabbing David's hair raises his mouth to mine. My own creamy spunk dribbles slowly into my mouth and I swallow it. Chris pumps my prick and forces more cum out which he uses to lubricate my fuckhole. Chris stands up and bends me over. "Here you are Dave, he's ready to be fucked. Give it to him." David drops his jeans and briefs and eagerly inserts his big erect cock up my arse and starts fucking me. Chris drops his jeans and pants and thrusts his enormous hard cock into my mouth. They fuck me front and rear with all the vigour and frenzy of young hunks needing to shoot their loads. I suck hard and clamp and unclamp my arse muscles. They both yell out loud as they pump their cum into me. As they do so, I spot my Master standing in the doorway. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. will.obe@btinternet.com