OBEYING GERALD by Will Obe
Chapter 3
My Master decided on adventures elsewhere. Outside the station he waves down a cab, gives the driver instructions and we speed off. It's a long trip. The meter races to a terrific amount before we stop. Gerald pays the driver off and guides me down a village street. Where I have no idea as there are so many similar villages on the outskirts of London. We go into a pub and he orders a bottle of white wine. The other customers, all youngish men, are drinking pints of beer. Gerald pays for the wine and we sit at a corner table. The wine is cool and refreshing.
"Have a look round boy. Do you think some of these guys might be gay?"
The way they are staring at me and giving the odd wink, I have no doubts.
"All of them I should think Sir."
"That's why we're here boy. To show you off. Have some more wine first."
Gerald pours me a third glass and I gulp it down. I'm feeling very randy with all these eyes on me. Gerald has one hand stroking my neck and the other is between my legs groping me. I'm sure some of the guys can see.
"Stand up boy."
I do so.
"Now go and stand in the corner, spread your legs, lift your jacket and show these guys your butt."
Some of the guys stand aside as I make my way to a corner of the bar, stand with my legs apart, raise the back of my jacket and push out my bubble butt in my tight office trousers. I hear a few whistles and laughter.
"If you want to see more guys, follow us."
Someone slaps my arse. I turn to see Gerald.
"Come on boy. Let's show you off properly."
Gerald puts his arm around my shoulders, guides me to the door and then down a long country lane with fields on either side. It's a warm, sunny summer evening. I twist my head to see most of the guys from the pub following. We pass a sign stating 'River Ferry Ahead' and I realise we must be near the River Thames.
"This way boy."
Gerald steers me through an old farm gate. We walk through long meadow grass towards an area of shrubs and young trees.
"Take your shoes off, put them in your jacket pockets, remove your jacket and carry it over your arm."
As ever obedient I do as instructed and walk on with my Master feeling the grass under my bare feet. By this time we have to push the branches of young trees aside as we walk. There are other men cruising this area. I glimpse them on all sides as we walk ahead. Some only wear shorts. Others are in black leather gear. All this adds to my sexual excitement and without underpants my erect prick pushes up against my trousers. We come to a small clearing. Gerald walks me to the centre.
"Take your shirt off boy."
Gerald takes it from me and my jacket and retreats back to the edge of the clearing. Around him are the guys from the pub and on the other sides are the men who cruise the area. All eyes are on me.
"Take your pants off boy." I hear Master Gerald.
Slowly, because I know this is part of the ritual, I unbutton my trousers, lower the zip, let them fall to the ground, step out of them, kick them to one side and stand with my feet apart, hands behind my neck and head lowered in submission. For a moment there is dead silence.
"Parade around boy, show yourself off." Gerald shouts.
Now I move. Prancing with my knees high, twisting around to show my naked, shaved body to these strangers I've never met. If they want me and my Master allows, they can use me.
"Here boy." Gerald calls me as he would a dog.
I go to where he's kneeling on one knee and he draws me face down over his raised knee and starts spanking me. My shame at being naked and spanked in front of all these guys makes me blush all over until the pain makes causes me to cry. Now they're all watching a 22-year-old naked man weeping like a little boy. They whistle and applaud. Gerald pulls me to my feet and I see the guys from the pub have formed themselves into two lines about four feet apart.
Run the gauntlet boy and come back to me."
Naturally as I run I'm manhandled. Tits twisted, bottom smacked and crotch groped. They're having fun. Gerald holds me for a moment when I return to him, snivelling. The two lines of men have reformed. They take off their belts and hold them up high. Gerald pushes me forward and I run the gauntlet again with belts swishing down on my back and backside. On the way back they seem harder and I leap and skip to avoid them.
"Okay guys, now his arse is warmed up its time he was used. Any takers?"
The first guy who approaches is no more than 18, one of the guys from the pub with his zip down and an enormous cock ready to be serviced. He grabs my hair and pushes me down to my knees. Wow! Being made to suck off a guy younger than myself is real humiliation in front of everyone. I'm a slave to his cock and I suck and suck. He rams his stubby thick cock into my mouth without regard to the pain he's causing. He pulls me up by the hair and I look into his innocent, pink-cheeked face.
"Think you need fucking bitch. Am I right?"
"Yes Sir, please Sir."
"Down on your hands and knees girlie and waggle that bitch arse for everyone to see."
Down I get and move my bubble butt around. This young guy's words are adding to my sexual excitement. I look around at all the guys watching me humiliate myself and feel the thrill of being a naked slave under orders.
"Pull your cheeks apart and let us all see your cunthole boy."
I obey. The feeling of humiliation is awesome. He spits down on my hole and the next second plunges his cock into me. I'm being fucked in public. I can see many of the guys with their hard cocks out masturbating. An older guy I recognise from the pub runs forward, pushes his cock into my mouth and starts face fucking me. I suck hard as I feel the younger guy pumping my arse. They both cum at once. As I feel the spurts of young spunk in my bowels I have to swallow a stream of semen down my throat. The two guys move away and I'm about to stand up.
"Stay where you are boy." Master Gerald orders.
My mouth and arsehole are used by a succession of guys until my stock is bloated with their cum and I can feel the overload of cum seeping out of my arse.
"Lie on your back, open your mouth and spread your arms and legs," instructs Gerald.
Surrounded by all these guys I feel totally vulnerable. They wank themselves over me until my throat is full and my body is covered with their cum. It's not the end of my humiliation in this open space. Gerald steps forward and pisses over my face. I splutter and choke. It's a signal and the others follow suit. All pissing over this worthless naked slave. I stand up dripping piss from head to foot. My prick is standing straight out, but I know better than to touch it without my Master's permission. I pick up my clothes and still naked follow Gerald back through the fields. Most of the other guys have gone on ahead. At the gate into the lane Gerald stops and kisses me on the forehead.
"You've been a good slave. I'll fuck you properly when we get home. Get dressed."
Covered in spunk and piss I struggle into my shirt, trousers, jacket and shoes. I can feel me trousers legs sticky with the men's fluids seeping from my boycunt. Gerald walks ahead and I follow. He turns into the pub with me behind him. I'm welcomed with much cheery laughter, backslapping and arse groping. I stand with my Master at the bar and gratefully drink the pint of beer he places in front of me. The tall, pink-cheeked youngster in a tracksuit insists on kissing me and ruffling my hair.
"When am I going to fuck you again slaveboy?"
What can I do but smile my thanks for his interest. Gerald takes my glass and swivels me around.
"Go and stand in the corner boy," he orders.
Back I go.
"Drop your trousers and lift up your jacket and shirt so we can all see your red arse boy."
Obediently I drop my trousers and lift up my jacket and shirt to display myself. I'm left there on show to all these guys. Most of them have fucked me and all have pissed over me. What further degradation is possible?
"Now come back here boy."
I turn and shuffle back to where Gerald stands in the middle of the bar. I'm completely on show. Bobbing erect prick and red bubblebutt. I have to admit it's a turn on as I watch all these guys staring at me.
"You're not naked boy. Pull your foreskin back."
Using one hand I pull back my foreskin. My prickhead is bright red and dripping pre-cum.
"Masturbate yourself boy."
Without hesitation I start jerking my prick in front of all these men. It's the height of humiliation, but also relief to be getting my rocks off. I'm putting on a real crude show for them. I scream out and shoot all over the floor then sag forward completely wasted.
"Better lick up the mess you've made boy."
On my knees, half-naked, I crawl around licking up my own seed at the feet of my Master and all these guys I only met this evening. What other adventures does my Master have in store I wonder as I lick my lips.
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