OBEYING MITCH by Will Obe
Chapter 8
I thought I now have another slave to share my duties. I'm soon disillusioned. Mitch and Chris are sitting on the patio enjoying drinks while David kneels at the side of Chris's chair and I kneel at the side of Mitch's chair. David is completely naked and I wear my slave collar, cock ring and tit weights. Occasionally Mitch pours gin and tonic into my wide-open mouth and I see Chris similarly rewarding David.
"One thing I must make clear," observes Mitch, "is that my slave boy ranks below your bitch David and will obey his orders just as David will obey ours."
Thinking about this and grabbing its meaning, it adds hugely to my sense of humiliation. My prick hardens at the thought of being a slave to another slave.
"Okay with me," says Chris, "I shall be guided by you."
"Excellent. I suggest you move David into your place as your houseboy. I'll let you have a list of slave training tips and a cane. And don't be too gentle. I recognise his type. The more punishment you give him, the better he'll respond."
"Don't think I can move in with you Chris because..."
David's words are cut short as Chris slaps him hard across his face.
"Shut up bitch. Did I give you permission to speak? You'll do as you're told or I'll ask Mitch to boot you out of the group. Understand bitch?"
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir."
I can see David's eyes brimming with tears, but I think he's learnt a lesson. In fact I think he's tamed. Mitch is grinning and nodding his head in approval.
"Get your jeans on bitch, nothing else. We're off," orders Chris.
We all go to the door. Mitch hugs them both. Chris and David hug me. They leave to start a new life, Chris carrying a cane and David the rest of his clothes, the course papers and, no doubt, Mitch's training tips. Mitch smiles at me and puts an arm around my shoulders.
"Now boy, another training session for you. Get your jeans and shirt on, we're going out."
It's early evening and still light as Mitch, in a dinner suit and black bow tie, drives fast in his Jaguar. Under my tight shirt the nipple chain and weight are a permanent uncomfortable reminder of my slave status. We stop outside a block of apartments in Notting Hill. I trail behind Mitch into a lift and up to the third floor. Along a thick carpeted corridor. Mitch rings a doorbell. A tall, handsome elderly man opens the door. He's wearing a dinner jacket and black bow tie.
"Good evening Mitch, good of you to come."
"Pleased to be invited Harold. This is Andy."
"Hello Andy," Harold smiles, lust in his eyes, "no dinner suit?"
"Looks better in his birthday suit Harold, strip boy."
I remove my tight clothes and present myself naked to them both.
"Nice touch," Harold flicks my nipple chain and I flinch with pain, "my guests will certainly appreciate you."
Harold leads the way from the hall into a large elegantly furnished lounge where I'm amazed to see the three guests include two women in evening gowns. One is elderly and I presume Harold's wife, the other is a pretty petite young woman of about 20 with startling red hair and blue eyes. Perhaps the other guy is her husband or boy friend about my age wearing a dinner jacket. They look up. Mainly I think at my shaved naked body.
"I think you all know Mitch," announces Harold, "and this is..."
"My slave," interrupts Mitch, "go and stand in the corner and allow my friends to view your red arse."
Harold sits down with Mitch next to him. I walk across and present myself to the wall, hands on head, feet apart and my red striped bottom on show to all. For some reason, the thought of my naked body being on show to two women makes me feel even more humiliated than usual. Their conversation about me makes me blush with shame.
"Do you beat him every day?" asks Harold.
"Belt in the morning, cane in the evening before I fuck him."
"Do you loan him out?" The older woman's deep ginny voice.
"Early days Viv. He's still in training."
"Well if you do, keep me in mind," Viv replies, "I like a male slave who needs chastisement."
"Well tonight is a test of his obedience," explains Mitch, "what had you in mind?"
"What about a caning?"
"Yeah, sounds good. Over here slave and present yourself to Viv."
I stand in front of Viv, hands on my head, feet apart, head bowed.
"Look at me boy."
She must be sixty, but very well preserved with short white hair and wearing a slinky black silk evening dress.
"Put your penis and balls between your legs, let me see you looking like a girl."
I obey and can see the young woman staring at me and smiling, but I do feel very sexy as the young guy grins at my girlish pose.
"Now go and stand in the middle of the room and touch your toes. Cane Harold."
Through my legs, past my balls and erect prick, I see Harold handing his wife a cane. She runs it over my bottom.
"I was a headmistress boy and used to cane naughty teenagers with their knickers down in front of their classmates. You are a perfect substitute."
The cane slashes down and I jump forward and howl. But there's no escape and as I skip around, I receive another sharp cut. And another, and another and another until I collapse to my knees. I look up at the young guys grinning face.
"What a sissy boy," observes Viv, "my girls took their punishment better than you. Lick Ronald's shoes you pansy."
"No," said Ronald, "I've a much better idea, suck my cock girlyboy."
Ronald opens his knees wide and reveals a nice package in his suit pants.
"Go ahead boy, do as you're told," orders Mitch.
I kneel up, unzip the pants, undo the top button and pull down his white briefs. His cock springs out. Not big, but stubby and thick. He flicks out his big ball sack, grabs my hair and steers my mouth onto his fresh tasting cock. I'm in heaven as I start sucking like mad. As I do I can't help thinking how weird this guy must be opening up his pants for everyone to see?
"If we put some of your lingerie on this girlyboy Debbie, we could have him blowing off our straight friends."
"Is he better than me?" I hear Debbie say.
"Awesome, but a different style babe, no need to get jealous."
Ronald begins to groan and pant. He's nearly there. I twist my tongue around his cock intending to work him up even more just to demonstrate my expertise to Debbie. Ronald squeals in delight and humps my mouth hard as he unloads.
"Hold that spunk in your mouth boy," Mitch orders, "don't you dare to swallow."
Ronald pulls back and ruffles my wavy blond hair.
"Good girl, open your mouth and show me my sperm."
I kneel back with my mouth open.
"Fantastic, now crawl around and show everyone."
Debbie glances and shoos me with her hands on to Mitch who closely inspects my mouthful.
"Show Viv boy, she loves cum."
And she obviously does. She puts a finger in my mouth, scoops up some spunk and tastes it. Wow! How kinky can you get? And an old lady!
"To be honest Debbie it's nice. but I prefer Harold's."
Everyone laughs as I crawl on to show Harold.
"Good boy, you're ready for me, I usually need a little lubrication."
Harold unbuttons his flies and produces an uncut cock nearly as big as Mitch's. Does he mean he wants me to lather his cock with Ronald's cum? He pushes his half-hard cock into my mouth and I have no choice but to smother it with the spunk in my mouth. I push back his foreskin with my lips and proceed to suck him. I soon discover, possibly by design, he is not really clean. I scrape on the cheese around his knob. This is a new and not pleasant experience, but I suppose the duty of a slave like me so I clean it off and swallow the stuff. His cock has hardened and I suck up and down his manly rod. Viv must be well satisfied when this cock penetrates her, if it ever does.
"Come on Harold dear, don't take all night, shoot. It's my turn next." This from Debbie.
What a strange crowd Mitch mixes I'm thinking as I suck and suck. This old cock is going to take time. I work at it for quite a while before Harold responds with a few loud gasps and shoots his thin cum down my throat. He quickly pushes me off.
"He's all yours Debbie. Take him."
Thinking this is an instruction I crawl back to Debbie and look up at her. She's wearing a long bright red gown. It fits her small figure like a glove. I look up like a pathetic pup awaiting her commands.
"Turn around girlyboy and spread your cheeks."
Wow! This is a new turn on being ordered around by this young woman. Obediently I turn my red caned bottom to her, touch my head to the floor and with my hands pull my red cheeks apart. She has a close-up of my rosebud. And I'm proud to show it. A finger tip gently touches my hole.
"This where Mitch sticks his cock and shags you little girlyboy?"
"Er... yes Miss."
Her long fingernail scrapes up and down and then without warning her finger plunges up my hole. I gasp and yelp.
"Think you like that. You like being fucked don't you?"
"Yes Miss."
"Okay, stand up."
As I turn towards her she grabs hold of my shaved stiff prick and starts wanking me. With the others watching this is high humiliation. She smiles and watches my eyes."
"Wet a finger and push it up your arse girlyboy."
I do so.
"Finger fuck yourself."
I do so.
"Isn't that good? It's what Ronnie does if I tell him. You all like it. You especially I'm sure. Are you getting near?"
"Yes Miss," I splutter as I feel the build up about to burst.
"Catch it all in your hand slave boy."
I put a cupped hand under my prick head as she bends it down and milks me. With a yell I cum into my hand. She licks some spots of my spunk from her hand as I unload a few more spurts.
"Okay girlyboy. Time for you to be fucked. Go and stand in the middle of the room, bend over, legs wide apart and use your cum to lubricate your hole. Viv dear, can I borrow your strap-on?"
What! She's going to fuck me herself? As I lube my arsehole with my own spunk, I see Debbie stripping naked and Viv helping her strap on a long pink cock shaped dildoh. I ready myself as this naked girl inserts the artificial cock into my hole and thrusts forward until I feel her breasts resting on my back. Using her hips she starts to pound my arse.
"Give it to her," Ronald shouts.
I'm not sure Debbie gets much physical satisfaction from this activity except of course that she is dominating and humiliating a male slave in front of her friends. But I love it as I fantasise about Mitch fucking me. If this is part of my training I can't complain.
Please let me know what you think of this chapter. will.obe@btinternet.com