Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 10:52:32 +0100 (BST)
From: WILL OBE <will.obe@btinternet.com>
Subject: OBEYING NATURE 19

This is an erotic work of fiction, which describes fantasy gay sex without
mentioning the use of condoms or other safe sex methods. I'm sure readers
will share my view that we may ignore AIDS and other sexually transmitted
diseases in our fantasies, but they do exist in the real world. Reading
stories about fantasy sex and masturbating is safe. Indulging in unsafe sex
is stupid. This story has been written as an encouragement to young gays to
identify whether they are naturally submissive and, if so, to go with it
and enjoy what they are.

Chapter 19

We travel down in the lift from my Master's apartment wearing only shorts
or cut-offs. Master Ric directs us to a black van without windows, opens
the door, orders the four of us inside and instructs us to throw out our
shorts, cockrings and slave collars. We sit totally naked on a bed of straw
as he closes and locks the door. The van starts up and we're thrown
together as it winds its way through the back streets of London. It's cold
and we huddle together for warmth. I start off thinking I'm the most upset
and aggrieved because I truly believed Master Mark loved me, if only as a
slave. But as we talk I realise Christian believes the same about
Jason. And in Rollo's case, although he admits to being branded as
Anthony's secret slave, his relationship had always been publicly seen as
that of junior Master rather than a slave. Henry is more optimistic. He
isn't happy at being passed on to Master Ric, but he's very pleased to be
free of Lyndon. It's being handed over to another Master without having a
say that we all object to. When I tell the others my Master informed me
this is what being a slave entails, they all fall silent. Whether we like
it or not this is what we have all chosen.

About an hour later the van stops. A young guy wearing denim opens the
doors and orders us out. He brandishes what I later discover, when he uses
it on my backside, is a cattle prod. There's no sign of Master Ric. We're
herded down steps at the rear of what in the moonlight appears to be a
large detached house. Urging us on by the frequent painful use of his
electric prod our silent guard steers us down a dark passageway into a
small room. As soon as we're inside he slams the door and I hear him
turning a key and walking away. Except for a low ceiling which prevents us
standing, our new prison is pretty much like the van. Small, pitch black
and littered with a liberal layer of straw. We huddle together again and I
eventually drop off into a fitful sleep.

Christian shakes me awake. It's no longer dark. Sunlight streams through an
open door at the other end of the room to the one where we entered. On
hands and knees I follow Christian out. The other two are ahead of
us. We're in what I can only describe as a long straw littered cage. One
side a white painted wall, above us a low white painted wooden roof and
lining the other side upright iron bars about six inches apart. Through the
bars we can look out onto a long garden with a lawn. On the lawn are a
number of Victorian wrought iron white garden tables with chairs to
match. Our run, for that's what it is, runs the length of the garden. The
young guard we had seen the night before is filling a trough inside the
bars with water from a hose. He moves out of sight and first Henry and then
the rest of us start scooping up the water with our hands to drink and wash
our faces. I jump back as I receive a sharp shock to my rump. The guard
moves on poking the others with his long handled prod.

"Lap the water you dogs. Haven't you been trained? Hands behind you." The
guard yells.

I should have known. We start lapping like the dogs he expects us to
be. Then more electric prods.

"Line up. Stick your cocks through the bars," the guard orders "Now piss."
He stands back to watch as we kneel behind the bars and send four arcs of
piss into the garden.

Satisfied, the guard walks away. Sometime later a young guy in black shorts
and a white high-buttoned waiter's jacket starts laying the tables with
pink linen cloths and cutlery. Finishing his task, he glances furtively
back at the house and comes over to our cage. He looks in at us. He licks
his lips. Christian offers him his stiff penis through the bars. The waiter
smiles nervously and feels the cock.

"When do we get some food?" asks Christian.

"You have nice cock" responds the waiter in a foreign accent.

"Yeah, but what about food?" Christian asks again.

"Must wait for guests. They feed you."

I hear voices. The waiter hears them too and quickly heads back to the
house. Master Ric comes into view together with a much older man with a
shaven head. They're both in full black leather gear. Master Ric carries a
plastic bag.

"Move around," orders Master Ric "Let Master Joop have a look at you."

The four of us prowl around our cage on all fours displaying ourselves to
the newcomer.

"You're right Ric, two perfect sets." Master Joop speaks with a Dutch
accent.

Master Joop beckons for me to come nearer to the bars. He strokes a hand
over my bottom, inserts fingers into the crack of my arse and probes my
hole with a finger. He puts his other hand through the bars and fondles my
prick. Stimulated by his finger up my fuckhole my prick springs into rock
hard life.

"Have you this one's collar?"

Master Ric sorts through several collars in the plastic bag and hands one
to Master Joop.

"Bitch i, that's it." Master Ric reads the metal collar and hands it to
Master Joop. He fits it around my neck. "You're no longer Ian, just bitch
i. Better remember that."

"Yes Master."

Master Joop now fits a metal cockring with the same inscription around the
base of my prick and balls. He moves on to fit collars and cockrings to the
others. I hear their new names announced. Henry becomes bitch h, Christian
bitchdog c and Rollo bitchdog r. I wonder whether the pure dog title
exists. While I'm daydreaming, Master Ric points at Rollo.

"You, over here," indicating the space to the left of the cage. "You,"
pointing at me. "Join him".

I move over to be with Rollo. Christian and Henry are instructed to move
down the pen to the right.

"You know your roles, when the guests arrive for breakfast start
fucking. Put on a good show for them and keep it going until I say
otherwise. If the guests enjoy what they see, they might reward you."

Master Ric and Master Joop disappear back to the house. The guests start
arriving in ones and twos carrying plates of food from a breakfast
buffet. About a dozen in all wearing denim or leather outfits and mostly in
the twenty to forty age range. They all sit at tables and turn to face us
while eating their food. They're chatting and obviously exchanging views
about us slaves, but I can't hear their words.

Rollo and I start licking each other's faces. I can see Christian nosing
Henry's arse. Rollo transfers his tongue to my prick and begins sucking
me. I twist around so I can suck his. He rolls me over onto my back and
with me spread-eagled beneath him we engage in a vigorous
sixty-nine-sucking act. He moves around me again, manhandles me onto my
hands and knees and starts licking my arse. He pulls my cheeks apart. I
have the impression he's displaying my hole to the guests before diving in
with his tongue and working on my anus. His tongue is driving me mad and I
can't help rearing up, closing my eyes and moaning aloud. He rears up too,
positions his wonderful cock for all the guests to see and drives it up
between the cheeks of my white bottom. I scream out like a virgin
bitch. Partly, I must admit, to enhance our performance. Rollo's really
fucking hard. I can feel drops of his sweat falling on my back. I rock
backwards and forwards in time with his thrusts. Rollo twists me around
sideways so I can see the audience all lined up close to the bars and they
can see his thick cock pounding in and out of my hole. I whine and moan
some more. One of the guys puts his hand through the bars and starts
wanking my prick. My mind switches to this public humiliation show I'm at
the centre of. Being fucked by a black slave and wanked by a stranger. I'm
under their dual control submitting to the power of two men. I hear Rollo
yelling out obscene expletives directed at me his bitch and slave as he
thrusts into me and releases his powerful spurts of spunk up my arse. His
semen begins to run down my thighs and that is enough to make me shoot my
own into the stranger's fist. He reaches his hand round to my face.

"Eat it boy."

I lick the palm of his hand as ordered and start sucking his big
finger. This really turns him on and one by one he inserts all four
fingers. I chew on them and move my tongue between his fingers. This big
young guy only a few years older than I am pulls Rollo's cock out of my
arse and slides one, two and then three fingers into my semen-dripping
anus. I can see other members of the crowd reaching inside the bars and
doing similar things to my companions. Master Ric appears alongside the guy
handling me.

"Do you wish to fuck this bitch Master Beaumont?" Master Ric said.

"Yeah. Oh yeah. Let me in there."

"Just follow me. This way." Master Beaumont grins with pleasure and removes
his fingers.

Master Ric points at me and indicates the far end of the cage then leads
Master Beaumont in the same direction. I crawl quickly after them leaving
my friends still being mauled by the stretching hands from outside the
cage. Master Ric is opening a gate I hadn't noticed before at the end of
the cage. Master Beaumont strips naked outside the cage, jumps in and
resumes where he left off assaulting my mouth and rear orifice with his
fingers. I position myself on all fours to accommodate his demands while at
the same time admiring his hairy muscular physique. Another three naked
guests enter the cage and head off to use h, r and c. Those that remain
outside move backwards and forwards along the length of the pen enjoying
the sight of their fellow guests making use of the resident slaves.

Fortunately for me, Master Beaumont decides his wrist is much too big to
fist fuck me. Instead he flips me onto my back, sits on my chest and feeds
his large cock into my mouth. I work on it with my tongue and jaws as he
twists my nipples viciously. I can see him panting with lust; his eyes
closed as he face fucks me. He removes his cock, edges forward and pushes
one hairy ball after another into my mouth. My tongue hardly has room
enough to wash them as I revolve my mouth around them. Out of the corner of
my eye I can see several guys outside the cage keenly watching as Master
Beaumont rolls from side to side. He extracts his balls coated with my
spittle and edges forward again until his hairy arsehole is on my mouth. It
smells clean after his morning shower and I slobber it with my tongue.

"Eat it you bitch." Master Beaumont shouts and I redouble my
efforts. Licking, then nibbling and then probing as far and as deep as my
tongue will reach.

This is what a slave is for and I go for it. I want to show him I'm a
slave. And I want to feel the utter humiliation of being a male adult slave
with a Master sitting on my face while I probe into his rear passage with
my eager tongue as the watching public observe my complete
submissiveness. He turns me over again, switches his position, raises my
legs above my head and directs his cock into my waiting boycunt. I've been
fucked in front of an audience before, but being in a cage, lying on straw,
somehow adds to the fantastic degradation I'm now feeling.

I'm not sure how, but at some point the four slaves and the four Masters
move together and engage in an orgy where I eventually find I'm sucking two
black cocks and being screwed by two cocks up my arse at the same time. And
I can see a hand pushing Henry's mouth down on my prick. My quickly passing
thought is that someone must be missing out, but the thought of being made
to satisfy four cocks and in public causes me to squirm with excitement as
I unload a huge load of spunk between Henry's lips. Immediately after I
have to gobble down semen from the two spurting cocks belonging to Rollo
and Christian. They withdraw slowly and the remains of their spunk dribble
down my chin as I concentrate on riding up and down on the two penises
still plugged in my arse. It doesn't take long and I glory in the feel of
my rectum being filled with the spunk of two men.

The guests finally leave our cage. I sprawl on my back, quite
exhausted. Rollo, Christian and Henry all kiss me gently on my spunk coated
mouth and then sprawl out themselves. We must have put on a good
performance as the guests return and start throwing bits of food into the
cage. Master Ric and Master Joop watch and applaud as we scrabble about in
the straw for our breakfast. One or two guests think it more fun to reach
their hands through the bars so we can eat out of the palms of their
hands. None of us worry about doing so. True to my nature, I actually love
the idea of eating scraps from a Master's hand and licking it clean. The
fun is not quite over. Master Ric calls us to kneel in a line behind the
bars. He takes out his cock and walks along spraying us with his
piss. Master Joop and the guests all follow suit. We don't need to be
ordered to open our mouths so, when they aim high, we can catch and drink
their piss. Drenched in piss we stay kneeling and on display as the guests
drift off back to the house and the waiter arrives to start clearing the
tables. He kindly places a few plates with scraps through the bars. We lick
them clean as he grins at us. At this point our guard comes back, enters
the pen and drives us back with the liberal use of his stinging prod on our
backsides into the dark room. There we stay sitting or lying on the straw
covered floor. At intervals we all urgently need to piss and agree to do it
in one corner of the room.

Hours later the door to the passageway opens and the guard herds us back
along it, through a door, across a yard and into an old barn now seemingly
used as a primitive dormitory. Along each wall lying on the stone floor are
a number of thin, dirty, stained mattresses. Against the rear wall is a
shower area with two rusty showerheads, two sinks with taps above them and
one toilet without a wooden seat. It's all too reminiscent of the dormitory
in Master Charles's slave training school, but obviously designed for the
use of slaves having reached a much lower status. Even so, after our guard
leaves, I'm rather picky about things and choose a mattress with the least
possible yellow stains. After the straw, this is luxury. We all clean
ourselves up as best we can in the ice cold showers without soap. I curl up
and go to sleep.

A cane cracks across my bare arse and I jump to my feet. The other three
are already standing to attention in front of Master Ric.

"Get out into the yard you dogs." Master Ric shouts.

We scamper out into the yard to find Master Joop and three of the guests
waiting for us in the centre of the yard. Two are in black leather. The
third is an Arab in traditional robes. All hold canes. The other guests
stand around the yard watching.

"Line up here and touch your toes." Master Joop indicates a spot in front
of him with his cane.

Head hanging down looking between my legs I notice the Masters appear to be
moving around to choose a selected victim. Master Joop has chosen me. The
Arab stands behind Henry and the two leather Masters take up their
positions to the rear of Christian and Rollo.

"Commence punishment." Master Ric commands. "Twenty strokes, slaves count
and say thank you Master."

This is a ritual we are all not only used to, but disciplined enough to
take without much yelling or movement. Early on in our training we would
have been tied down and gagged. Now we're docile. Perhaps with so much
spanking and caning my bottom has become hardened to punishment. I shout
out the numbers of each stroke and never fail to say, "Thank you
Master". The others are doing the same. First come four simultaneous whacks
and then a chorus of thanks. By number fifteen I'm panting hard to retain
my grip and by twenty a few tears are rolling down my face, but I haven't
screamed. The tears don't matter and Masters like to see them.

"Stand up dogs." Master Ric orders.

Well trained, we stand, feet apart, hands behind our necks and heads
bowed. Completely naked but for our collars and the cockrings around our
erect cocks. All the Masters gather in front of us, smiling contentedly,
knowing we four naked adult men are their submissive slaves and will obey
any order we're given. Master Ric clears his throat.

"You will now be going with your new Masters to start a new life as their
slaves. Master Joop and his Partner will be taking bitch i and dogbitch r
to work in their rather special hotel in Amsterdam. The other dogbitch c
will be going with his new Master to Palm Springs. And lastly bitch h will
be going with my good friend from Morocco to become one of his eunuch
slaves."

I quickly glance at Henry standing next to me. He remains quite
impassive. Does he realise what has just been said? Does he know what it
means? We have no time for explanations or proper goodbyes. The Arab
leashes Henry, his big white obedient prize, and leads him away. Christian
pulls away from his new Master and has time to kiss Rollo and me before
he's whipped with the cane, leashed and dragged back to the house. Master
Joop attaches a leash to my collar, another to Rollo's collar and hands us
over to his Partner who is a giant of a man, about twenty-five, sunburnt,
good looking with green eyes.

"Take them to the car Stefan. I'll settle with Ric."

I'm pleasantly surprised to see we'll be riding in a large black Mercedes
saloon with stylish cream harpolstery. Then I see the leather baggage on
the back seat. Stefan opens the boot and motions for us to get in. Rollo
hops in and I follow. We lie together in a foetal position. Stefan pushes
Rollo's stiff cock between my legs, playfully taps my erect prick and slams
down the lid. We're in total darkness. At least I'm comforted by the feel
of a large cock between my legs, Rollo's arms around me and the soft touch
of his lips on my neck. I can't help thinking about poor Christian all on
his own being taken by a strange Master to a foreign country. And even more
about big Henry and the horrible threat to remove his testicles. And all
down to that bastard David. The car starts moving.

"Do you think they were serious about Henry being a eunuch?" I ask Rollo.

"Yeah. Reckon that's what they'll do. Cut off his balls."

"Can they really do it?"

"They can do anything baby. You worry about yourself boy."

"What do you..."

"Stop worrying. Go to sleep while you have the chance."

He's a dogbitch and I'm only a bitch so I obey. But it doesn't seem long
before Stefan opens the boot.

"Out you get doggie boys." Said Stefan.

We're on a beach. A deserted beach except for a small motorised boat and a
little way out a larger launch. A young guy in denim shorts and shirt runs
up from the boat. Master Joop takes out a wallet and as he sorts out some
notes the young guy feels me up. I don't resist. Master Joop hands over a
wad of notes and car keys to the young guy who slaps my bottom and then
strolls back to the Mercedes.

When we're all aboard the launch, Master Joop goes forward to the controls
and Master Stefan winches the smaller boat up onto the stern deck. Rollo
and I are left free to wander around as we wish. It's dusk by the time we
sight the coastline and quite dark when Master Joop guides the launch out
of a main city waterway into a narrow canal and alongside an ancient stone
warehouse. Master Stefan opens a small door on the same level as the deck
of the launch and ushers Rollo and me inside. We're in Amsterdam to start a
new phase in our life as slaves and I suddenly remember it's my
twenty-first birthday.

This is the last chapter of Obeying Nature. Please let me know if it's done
anything for you. will.obe@btinternet.com

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