Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2006 11:11:26 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING MY HUSBAND Chapter 5

NOTE TO READERS - I know this story may not appeal to everyone's authoritarian
taste, but I know it appeals to many who want to be a gay male wife to a dom
gay husband.

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Nick drives me back to his place. I'm surprised to find myself in the
same district where I live except in a much more up market area. In fact
his place is a small 18th century mansion backing onto the park and
surrounded by high walls.

As we drive through the electronic controlled gates Nick informs me.

"Within the grounds in I may decide you can roam around naked. I'm not
overlooked so no one will see you but me."

He squeezes my jean-clad thigh. "Come on, let me show you your new home
where you will be my male wife, schoolboy, house boy and bum boy. How's
that sound?"

"Wonderful Sir."

He opens the door and before I realise, he picks me up and carries me
over the threshold, kissing me as he does so. Wow! He's treating me
like his bride. I'm stunned by the luxury of the entrance hall with
its marble floor and curved, carpeted oak staircase leading upstairs.
Nick lowers me gently to my feet and points at a beautiful vase of flowers
on a hall stand in front of a gilt framed mirror.

"I trust my houseboy is good at flower arranging?"

"I'll try Sir."

He opens another door and leads me into a dining room with an antique
table, eight matching chairs and a sideboard glittering with silver
serving dishes. He lays an arm around my shoulder.

"You will clean the silver and serve at table even when I'm on my own."

"Yes Sir."

"I have a cleaner who comes in once a week to do the heavy work. I
can't expect my pretty male wife to clean and Hoover, can I?"

Sounds excellent to me, but I remain silent as we move on into the kitchen.
It's as modern as Roberto's and larger. At the far side sliding windows
lead out to a well kept garden and a swimming pool.

"My houseboy will do the cooking. You better look at the recipe books if
you don't want a spanking. Don't worry boy, I use a gay catering firm
if I have a party. Follow me."

We cross the hall and enter a tastefully furnished living room with a
huge marble fireplace, leather studded sofas and armchairs and two sets
of French windows overlooking the garden and pool. Nick opens the doors
and holding my hand, leads me across the lawn to the edge of the pool. He
lifts off my shirt, unfastens my jeans and pushes them and my slip down
to my ankles.

"Take them right off boy and your trainers."

I bend down to remove my trainers, socks, jeans and underpants. Nick pats
my bottom and inserts a finger up my arse.

"Like that boy?"

"Very much Sir."

"Good. We'll start from there. Let me see you dive into the pool and I'll
join you in a few minutes."

Attempting to perform a good dive to impress I come up grinning to see him
laughing back at me.

"Four lengths before I get back. Okay?"

"Yes Sir."

As I swim I can see him going back into the house carrying my clothes.
He returns, completely naked, just as I complete my four lengths of the
pool. What a body! I can see his muscles rippling as he pads across
the grass and dives into the pool. In a moment he comes up beside me and
hugs me to him, kissing me and groping me. I take the risk and grope his
big, hard fantastic cock. He doesn't object and goes on kissing with his
tongue down my throat until he whispers in my ear.

"You like that boy? Want it in you boy?"

"Oh yes, oh please Sir."

He swivels me around and I feel his fingers finding my anus and a moment
later his cockhead enters me. I gasp in pain and delight.

"Good a place as any to give you your first fuck boy."

Clinging to the edge of the pool I feel the length of his cock entering
me. Perhaps in bed would have been a more romantic first I think, but
it's for him to decide. My husband. And me to submit. Fucking me hard,
ramming his thick manpiece into me. Me taking it with gratitude as any
male wife should. My prick's hard as iron, but I daren't touch it or it
would explode. He's also moving to his climax.

"Take it boy, take it my bitch boy. I'm going to fill you full of my
spunk, it's coming... arrrgh... arrrgh."

Afterwards we sprawl on the paved edge of the pool. Me on my back. Nick
on his side looking down at me, running his hands over my totally shaved,
smooth body. Even though I haven't cum and my prick is hard, the feeling
I have is one of utter contentment. My handsome, big, butch, naked
husband at my side smiling and stroking me so gently.

"That was good boy. Very good. You're just what I need. A pretty blue
eyed male wife. And so submissive. That's the way I like it to be. How
about you boy?"

"I really belong to you now Sir. Loved you fucking me and making me into
the male wife I've always wanted to be. I'll do anything you order Sir."

He raises himself slightly and presses his spunk glistening and
hardening cock to my lips.

"Think I'm ready to go again boy. Get it ready."

Supporting himself on his hands, Nick lowers his massive purple cockhead
into my mouth. I suck and lick as it enters my mouth and gag when it
touches the back of my throat. He eases and I suck, determined to take my
husband's engorged penis into my mouth. He's gentle with me and takes his
time raising and lowering his cock into my mouth. I look at this awesome
weapon and moan in pleasure as he uses me. I can feel the throb as he
nears his orgasm and I wait to taste his seed. He groans loudly and I feel
the torrent of my husband's semen spurting into my mouth.

"Hold it in your mouth boy," he commands.

I try, but as he withdraws I feel some cum dribbling down the sides of my
mouth. He rolls over on to his side and looks me in the face. I open up
to show him my mouth full of his creamy spunk.

"Swill it around your mouth boy. Let me see you tasting and enjoying
your husband's gift."

I'm only to anxious to obey and he watches keenly and smiling as I swirl
his nectar around my teeth and gums.

"Swallow boy."

Down it goes, several gulps. He kisses me on the lips and his tongue
runs around my mouth picking up the last traces of his cum. He lifts
his face from mine and allows his cum and spittle to dribble into my mouth.
Oh, that's quite wonderful! Watching and swallowing my dear husband's fluids.
He keeps it going for several minutes. We lie side by side resting, his hand
on my prick and balls.

"It's getting dark, time you had a look at the boy's room."

He helps me up and with his arm around my shoulder and mine around his
Well muscled buttocks, we walk back into the house. In the kitchen he
orders me to bend over the kitchen table and spread my legs. I see him
lifting a thick leather belt from a hook on the back of the kitchen door.

"Without permission you scraped your husband's cock with your teeth boy.
Let this be a reminder to you to train yourself for your duties."

"I'm sorry Sir."

The first three with the belt I'm able to take, the second three and I
begin to wince, the last three lashes make me grip the table hard and I
cry out in pain.

"Good boy. Let's go upstairs."

He leads me with a hand on my shoulder up the staircase. Pointing to
one side he informs me.

"That is the master bedroom where you will sleep with me. I have my
own bathroom and dressing room. The boy's room and the guest room
are to this side."

The first door has a sign, 'boy'. It's a pleasant if slightly unusual
white painted room. I notice the uncurtained window looks out over the
garden. In one corner is a shower cubicle with what I recognise as an
enema bag hanging on the wall. Next to it is a wash basin with a mirror
above it and next to this a toilet without a seat and alongside this
a bidet. What I think at first is a single bed under the window turns
out to be a sunbed. Against the opposite wall is a desk with a bookcase
above it and a state of the art computer on the desk top and a swivel
white leather chair in front of it. The rest of this wall has built in
cupboards. In the centre of the room is a white leather armchair.
Indicating these various items of furnishings in turn Nick explains
their purpose.

"This armchair is not to be used by you boy. It's where I sit when I
come to instruct you or give you a spanking."

"Yes Sir." I have to concentrate as I'm gazing at his gorgeous body,
cock and balls as he lounges in the armchair with his legs wide
apart.

"Before you have a shower you will wash yourself out with the enema
and use the toilet. Every day you must shave your body. A boy does not
have body hair. You should also use the bidet throughout the
day to make sure you are clean. A dirty boy is punished severely."

"Yes Sir."

"You will make regular use of the sunbed as I like a boy tanned and
without any sign of paleness on ass or crotch. Do you clearly
understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

"You will continue your studies at college and if you need additional
books or other equipment I will pay for them. I will arrange for you
to have a personal trainer here at the house and I shall give him
permission to beat you if you do not obey his orders."

"Yes Sir."

"I will be letting out your parent's house and the income will go into
a private account for you when you're older. You will inform your
parents about this and explain you are now living with a gay lover."

"Yes Sir." My parents won't care what I do so none of this is a
problem.

"Open the cupboard doors boy and let me tell you about your clothes.
Much of the time in the house and grounds you will be naked, but I'm
into role play and you will wear what I tell you to wear."

"Yes Sir." It all sounds very exciting to me.

On the rail inside the cupboard hang many different outfits and at the
end is a section with eight drawers.

"Let's start at the left hand side. Take out the first hanger."

It's a white shirt with a tie and a pair of black corduroy shorts.

"Try on the shorts."

They are a good if tight fit and reach only halfway down my thighs.
Without underpants my cock and balls show quite clearly.

"Now the shirt and tie."

I tuck in the shirt and turn to the full-length mirror on the inside of
the cupboard door to tie the tie. It is, I realise, my college tie
which none of us at college wear except on formal occasions. My
reflection in the mirror, but for my height and age, is like pictures
of me when I was ten!

"This is your attire when you attend college. I might allow you jeans
in the cold weather. Come over here and let me look at you."

Standing in front of him he smiles and pulls me between his widespread
legs and his hands grope my crotch and move around to squeeze my ass
cheeks.

"May I say something Sir?"

"Go ahead boy."

"Well, no students wear ties usually Sir."

"I know that boy, but you will. Perhaps to appear more casual you can
unbutton the top button of your shirt and loosen the tie at college,
but not when you're with me. Or else. Take them off and we'll try
the next outfit."

I strip and hang up the shirt and shorts.

"Ignore the next five hangers as they are also shirts and shorts. I
expect you to launder them regularly as I punish a boy if his shorts
smell of piss. Now try on the pink shirt."

It's a T-shirt with the words 'bum boy' printed on the front and back.
It barely reaches my crotch. I walk back to Nick for him to inspect
me. He runs a hand around the hem of the shirt just barely touching
the end of my cock and the cheeks of my arse.

"This you will probably wear when I have friends around. There are two
more like it. Now change into the next outfit."

It's a dark green uniform complete with a peaked cap and knee-high
black boots. The trousers and high-buttoned jacket are tight fitting.

"How very handsome you look boy as my role play chauffeur. Ignore the
last two suits. One is when you role play my personal assistant at
the office and the other's an evening suit for special occasions.
Get out of the uniform and try on the last role-play outfit
you'll find in the top drawer. There're several different colours.
Try on the black one for now."

I'm puzzled at first, but then see it's a short apron with tapes
to tie at the back. I walk back for inspection again.

"My favourite outfit for you in the role of houseboy. It will be
worn when you're doing housework and when you're cooking of course
to protect your jewels. Also when you're waiting on table so I and
others can admire and feel your nice bottom. It's especially
convenient when I want you over my knee for a spanking. Shall we try?"

He bends me over his knew and begins spanking my already sore bottom,
but I love the feel of being over his lap and my stiff prick pushing
out under the apron between his legs. He lifts me up, kisses me all
over my face and on my lips to which I respond with my own tongue
darting in and out of his mouth.

"Time for you to demonstrate your cooking skills boy. You'll find
plenty of food in the fridge. Use the microwave if you wish. I'll
be in the dining room at nine. Be ready."

Nick leaves and I rush down to the kitchen. My chance to show him
I'm more than a bum boy. Funnily enough, wearing just the short
apron makes me feel more naked. First I set a place for him at the
head of the dining table. I put some soup to heat, prepare a fresh
salmon salad for the main course and a fruit salad for afters. I have
ten minutes to wait. Watching the kitchen clock, I enter the dining
room precisely at nine where Nick is sitting wearing jeans and a
white shirt. From the tray I set down a bowl of soup, a fresh bread
roll and a dish of butter. I stand back and watch him eat. Not a
word is spoken. It is the same when I serve the other courses and
pour wine for him. He looks as if he's enjoying it. Nick finishes
eating and turns to me.

"Not bad boy, but not perfect. You served wine without seeking my
approval. There was a spot of soup on the edge of the soup plate.
There should have been a wedge of lemon with the salmon. I prefer
fruit whole not chopped into a salad and lastly I dislike a
houseboy observing me eat instead of facing the wall so I can
admire his red arse."

"I'm very sorry Sir. I will learn."

"You will indeed and to make sure you do, you will be punished. Go
upstairs, strip naked and bend over the foot of my bed."

Nick doesn't sound angry, but I run upstairs to his room, take off
the apron and bend over the wide high rail at the foot of his four
poster bed. I look around. What a room! Like something in a palace
I think. Highly polished antique furniture, Persian carpets and
above the bed a mirror. I can see an open door to a bathroom. I
suddenly remember and spread my legs wide as Nick enters.

"Stand up and face me boy."

Turning to face him I see he is still dressed, but also excited.
His rampant cock is visible under the denim of his jeans. He's
smiling broadly and has a school cane in his right hand. He
drops the cane and with his fingers and thumbs starts twisting my
nipples.

"Male wives should have big tits shouldn't they boy?"

"Yes Sir," I whisper as the pain develops.

"We must train them like this every day until you have nipples
big enough to feed a baby."

I'm in severe pain and wincing aloud, but I look into his eyes
smiling, knowing he is enjoying giving me this training as much as
I'm beginning to appreciate the attention he's giving my breasts.
He lets go of my nipples just as my eyes begin to water.

"Now bend over the bed rail boy."

Out of the corner of my eye I see him pick up the cane as I lie
bent over with my legs apart.

"Now I want your mind working boy. You are not in my bedroom, but
the assembly hall of a school. Your fellow pupils and teachers have
watched four prefects strip you naked and now hold you face
down over a high stool with your arse on view to everyone. Can you
see yourself boy?"

"Yes Sir. His description has made me rock hard with the intense
feeling of humiliation at being exhibited in this way.

"You will receive twenty strokes for disobedience boy. Count them
out as the headmaster applies them so everyone can hear you."

Without further warning the first lash stings my naked bottom.

"One Sir."

Determined as I am to be an obedient male wife or school boy, after
the fourth stroke I'm hurting bad and twist my bottom to try and
avoid another stroke being delivered on the same spot. At eight my
legs are threshing from side to side.

"Keep still boy or I'll double the number."

How can I? My poor bottom feels red raw. I had been told from the
start I would be punished although I'd not expected constant
strappings, spankings and now the cane. I remember my duty.

"Twelve Sir."

Perhaps I should have realised schoolboys were caned. It had
never happened to me at school. I'd only read of it happening in
Gay porn stories. My pain seems to be getting no worse as I call
out.

"Fourteen Sir.... Fifteen Sir.... Sixteen Sir."

My backside is numb, almost oblivious to the last four cuts, but
I'm crying floods of tears.

"Stand up and turn to face the school boy."

Only Nick stands there with the cane still in his hand looking
pleased with himself. I'm naked, beaten and have this feeling he's
looking for - humiliation.

"Look at your caned bottom in the mirror boy."

Half turning to his full-length mirror I can see through the haze
of my tears my red arse and distinct dark red cane marks from the
top of my arse down to my thighs.

"Those two bottom ones will show when you're wearing your shorts.
Just as I planned. Before you get into bed ready for me to fuck
that hot ass of yours, let me give you something."

Nick takes a broad gold chain necklace from his pocket, puts it
around my neck and locks the two ends with a gold lock. It fits
fairly tight and will always be on view no matter what I wear.

"This is my token of love and affection Matt as well as being a
symbol that you are my property."

Nick pulls me into his arms and I rest my head on his shoulder,
sobbing with emotion and love. He kisses me and helps me onto the
bed before stripping off and jumping on it with me. Almost immediately
he turns me on my side and while looking into my eyes drives his
weapon up into my arse. Fantastic! I look imploringly into his eyes.

"Fuck me Sir. Make me your wife Nick... please."

He pounds his cock into my boycunt and I cannot wait to feel
his seed impregnating me. Looking up at the mirror above I see as
well as feel him climax. I see his spunk leaking out of my cunt
as he withdraws and my own prick shooting my spunk over both of us.


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