OBEYING JEROME by Will Obe
Chapter 3
I wake up next morning and for a moment wonder where I am. Then I feel his cock still inside me and his arms around me. He must have carried me to bed. I feel my prick as hard as a rock under the covers. I'm with Jerome, my lover. In his bed. In his very expensive apartment in the city overlooking the Thames. The sun shines brightly through the long windows. It's Saturday morning. I recall all the amazing sexual things that have happened to me since I left my office the previous evening. Most of all I remember Jerome fucking me and saying over and over again I was his boy. Also saying he wanted me to be his slave. I can't help yawning out loud. Jerome stirs, pulls my bottom close to his belly and his cock begins to harden inside me. I push backwards and forwards enthusiastically. He responds and drives his monstrous cock in and out of me. No words, just grunts from him, moans from me and a furious sexual union. With a great shout he unloads into me and I feel continuing shots of his juice until he is spent and rolls onto his back. Throwing off the sheet, I turn and fling myself on him, covering his face with kisses. He grabs my head and kisses me on the mouth, his tongue down my throat with me sucking on it hard. He pushes my face away and gives me a big smile.
"Okay kissing boy, clean up my cock."
Here we go, my first order of the day. I slither down his body, engulf his softening manhood with my mouth and suck out the remains of cum from his horse size piss slit. What a taste! I savour each drop as I repeatedly lick his nine inches from top to bottom. My tongue laps all around his large red flanged dickhead. It's a real beauty! His hand pushes my mouth down to his large hairy balls and I contentedly suck on these, taking one into my mouth at a time.
"That'll do boy, stand up and let me have a look at you."
Swinging my feet off the bed I stand up and face him. Face flushed, neck chain jangling, prick erect, and his spunk running down my legs from my 19-year old boy cunt. He lies relaxed on his side, his long sun-tanned muscular body still a wonder to me; his huge lolling cock fantastic. A dreamy look in his eyes as he looks at me with a lovely smile on his handsome face.
"Have I told you you're my dream slave boy Robbie?"
"I'm real pleased you like me Jerome."
"Like you! I think you're sensational, beautiful and, what's more, adorable. And, most important to me, you are very naturally submissive. Let's start your training, shall we?
"Okay with me Jerome."
"Yes, well that's the first lesson Robbie. In future you will address me only as Master here in my home. And anywhere else you'll call me Sir. I'm no longer Jerome to you boy. Can you do that?"
"Yes er... Master." I find it exciting to say this and acknowledge him as my Master.
"Good. Now the next lesson boy. How to present yourself to your Master. Always completely naked, feet apart, about the width of your shoulders, hands behind your neck, fingers gripping fingers."
No problem doing that. I arrange myself as required and quite like the idea of showing myself off to my Master.
"Good. And, as I said, when you're in this apartment, always naked. Strip as you come in the door and present yourself like this to me. Okay?"
"Yes Master".
I'm beginning to enjoy this training, obeying his orders and calling him Master. It's all a real turn-on for me. My prick twitches. But I really do need to cum. As if reading my thoughts, he grins at me.
"Time to milk yourself I think. Right here in front of your Master. Come on, show me how you wank yourself boy."
I'm so desperate, without any hesitation I obey. Stooping slightly, my hand around my prick I begin jerking myself off. The first time in front of another person and it is, I realise, a humiliating thing to do, but he is my Master and I must do as he orders.
"That's good boy. Now open your legs more and push a finger up your arse. Come on, do as you're told boy."
Why not? It's the way I do it in front of my wardrobe mirror in the bedsit. I insert the big finger of my non-wanking hand into my hole. It slips in easily because his cum is still there and I finger fuck myself. Jerome smiles and starts playing with his own cock. My exhibition is turning him on.
"That's it. Wank yourself boy. I like to see my slave showing himself off, masturbating himself silly. Yeah boy, come on, shoot. Let me see your boy cream."
His words, orders of encouragement, stimulate me. My hand moves faster as I stand naked in front of my Master jerking off to his command. Excited, I bend backwards and forwards wanking like an uninhibited whore and can't hold back. Its been building up since I first met him and I want to please my Master. With several shrieks, I shoot my load onto the carpet and the bed. At least one shot lands on his belly. I fall to my knees, exhausted. My Master lies on his bed laughing, wiping up the blob of my cum on his belly and licking it from his fingers.
"Very nice too. Come and give me a kiss."
I scramble onto the bed anxious for his kiss. He kisses me hard, his tongue down my throat and I can't get enough of it. We roll together, kissing and kissing. He pulls away.
"We have a busy time today boy. Stand up and present yourself."
Rather clumsily I roll off the bed and stand up. Legs apart, fingers tight being my head. Jerome smiles. I've got it right.
"On your knees boy and lick up all that cream you sprayed over my carpet and bed."
Like a dog snuffling for food I search the carpet, lapping up my own spunk. Then the spots on the bed. He fondles my blond hair as I carry out my orders. Finished, I look up at him and grin, seeking his approval. He removes my neck chain.
"This can go. I'm getting you something more appropriate. Now go have a shit, clean yourself out as I showed you. At least three times remember. Shower and come back here. I've some calls to make."
After the three enemas, which I'm getting used to giving myself, the power shower is wonderful and I wash myself completely clean. Running back to the bedroom I find Jerome sprawling in an armchair, his cock and balls hanging down between his thighs. He's speaking to someone on his mobile. I present myself, but he motions for me to get down between his outstretched legs.
"He's just back naked from his shower looking very cute and ready to suck my cock."
Taking this as an order I kneel between his thighs, take his knob head into my mouth and start sucking.
"It's down his throat already and I'm looking into his big blue eyes as he enjoys his Master's meat."
It's engorging hard and filling my mouth. Working my tongue around it I push my mouth and face up and down vigorously.
"Oh, yeah he's a very obedient boy who loves sucking cock. Yeah, his training's going so well, he'll be a slave in no time."
Being talked about on the phone to someone I don't know arouses me sexually and makes me feel... I'm not sure what? Subservient I suppose. Owned! Yes, that's it. I feel owned as his boy, his slave he can do anything with. Yes, that's definitely what I want to be, totally under his control as a slave.
"Why don't you have a word?"
Jerome passes me the mobile and I put it to my ear.
"Hello slaveboy. You enjoying your duties sucking your Master's cock?" A slight foreign accent.
"Yes Sir, I am."
"When we meet, you can suck mine boy and swallow my cum. Will you do that?"
"If my Master orders me to, I will Sir."
Jerome takes back the phone.
"Of course I'll include you in his training. What are friends for? Okay, see you Alex. Bye."
Jerome edges forward on the chair, holds my head with both his hands and begins raping my mouth. I gag and splutter, but the situation and sensation of feeding on my Master's cock is incredible. With three loud yells he shoots his seed down my throat and I struggle to catch some of his spunk in my mouth to taste and savour before swallowing it. He pushes me back. He's laughing. I'm laughing too.
"Okay boy, I'm going to get cleaned up. Before I do let me tell you the basic rules of being my slave. One, you will be my property. Two, you will obey any order I give without hesitation. Three, when you're not with me, you'll never wear underclothes of any sort including socks. Four, you will only eat, drink, wash, shit, piss or masturbate with my permission. Is that all clear?"
"Yes Master."
"Good. Go and stand in the window. Present yourself to the world and ponder what I've said. I'll be back, then we'll go out."
Standing completely naked facing the window, my hands behind my neck, legs apart, I feel myself to be his property, his slave. And anyone seeing me will know that. I hear him go into the bathroom and I think about what he said were the basic rules of being his slave. Wow! I'll not be able to make any decisions. Everything I do will be at his bidding. The more I think about it, the more it all sounds so right for me. I want to be his property and obey his orders. It's that simple. But what about my job? My bedsit? Contact with my parents? A lot of questions I'll have to ask him about. Suddenly I realise, thinking about me being his property, his slave; I'm rigidly erect. Standing naked at a window where I can be seen. Not likely, but possible. What would my friends and parents think? At best an oddball, at worst some sort of sexual pervert. But Jerome's right, it is what I need. I know it. Strange, but comforting to know I've found my place in the world at last with this hunk of a Master. I hear him returning at that moment.
"Turn around boy."
He's wearing khaki shorts held up by a thick brown leather belt, a white polo shirt and sandals. Very casual and looks stunning. He throws me some clothes. Some very short cut down jeans and a green tank top.
"They'll do until I get you something better."
Obviously I'm going barefoot as the night before. Well, it is a hot summer day. He kisses and gropes me all the way down in the lift. My prick tents my shorts and I'm worried what the security guy will think. Fortunately it's not the reception foyer, but the basement garage. Jerome hangs an arm over my shoulders and steers me towards his car. No, his two cars! A dark green Bentley saloon and a white Aston Martin sports car. He must be mega rich!
"Which do you prefer boy?"
On a hot summer's day, obviously the open top sports car and I point at it. He nods, probably having decided that's the one whatever my choice. He uses one hand to drive and the other rests on my naked thigh, perhaps to emphasise to anyone seeing us that I am his property. We speed through the West End and wind through a number of back streets and elegant squares before parking outside an imposing double fronted Georgian mansion somewhere in Mayfair. As me mount the steps a uniformed doorkeeper swings open the double doors and we enter what appears to be the foyer of a five star hotel although I can't spot a reception desk. To one side there's an elegant and richly furnished bar lounge quite crowded with attractive men of all ages, some in suits and ties, others smart casual and a few as casual as Jerome and myself. They stand chatting at a glittering bar or sit in leather armchairs at coffee tables. On the other side are two olde worlde open fronted boutique shops. One a jewellers, the other a men's tailors and outfitters. Not a woman anywhere in sight! A handsome young man in a well fitting black suit, perhaps a manager of some sort, rushes to meet Jerome, shakes hands and conducts us both to a lift at the rear of the foyer. He presses the button.
"They're expecting you sir." He addresses Jerome and gives me a bright smile.
Jerome kisses and gropes me in the lift.
"Don't worry boy, everyone in this establishment is gay. It's a sort of club for rich gay men and, of course, boys like you."
We leave the lift at the first floor and I glimpse a gym through a glass screen to my left where skimpily clad men sweat, working on the various types of exercise machines. I follow Jerome to the right past a large dining room into a hairdressing salon equipped with a row of eight chairs facing gold tinted mirrors. Only two chairs are occupied, one guy having a haircut and the other bent backwards being given a shampoo. The numerous staff, mostly young and handsome, wear tight black trousers and short white jackets buttoned to the neck. A silver haired man greets Jerome.
"Good morning sir, how nice to see you again. All has been arranged as you ordered. Joseph will be up when we've finished. If you will take this chair sir and your boy the neighbouring one, we'll start."
"Thank you Frank."
Jerome sits down and I take the next chair.
"Take your tank top off boy."
I do so without hesitation although slightly embarrassed to do so in front of all these other men. Perhaps even more embarrassed by being given orders in public. I'm taken by surprise when my chair is swung around and my head tilted backwards over a wash basin. One of the young men, a startlingly handsome black guy, starts shampooing my hair and I notice Jerome is receiving the same treatment from Frank. I'm thinking only women have their hair washed at the hairdressers in my hometown. Anyway it feels quite pleasant and I relax. That is until I feel hands removing my shorts and I try to sit up.
"Stay where you are boy if you don't want to be spanked."
Jerome's threat is enough and I simply blush as my shorts are completely removed and I'm lying naked in front of all these guys. My prick which had been half-erect stands up iron hard. Due without doubt, I decide, to the erotic thrill of being a sub boy placed naked on display in public.
"It's okay Robbie, relax man, we're just going to make you a pretty boy. My name's Trent," says the guy running his fingers through my wet hair," the guy working on your body is Mick and your foot and hand man is Bobby." I realise what he means when Bobby takes hold of my foot and starts clipping my toenails. At the same time I feel a light foam being sprayed on my crotch and then feel Mick take hold of my rigid prick and start shaving away the little hair I have on it. The hair on my groin and balls goes next. He opens my legs to investigate my hole, but I know there is no hair there. Likewise he checks my legs and chest with same result. He gently wipes the whole crotch area and my prick clean as I pant, trying not to shoot my load. Trent rinses my hair and applies more shampoo. Bobby transfers has attentions to my other foot. Mick lifts my arms, sprays my armpits, shaves and wipes them clean. I'm getting the full beauty treatment! Jerome turns his head to me and smiles.
"Okay Robbie?" I'm happy he's using my name for once even though being boy is more of a turn on.
"Yes Sir, thank you."
Trent tilts my chair back to a sitting position and swings it around to face the mirror. I can see myself and the three grinning boys who are working on me. Mick nods and walks away while Trent lowers my arms and Bobby starts manicuring my left hand. I can see Frank trimming Jerome's hair and expect Trent will be doing the same to me, but looking in the mirror I can see him dabbing goo from a brush on different spots of my wet hair. Next an all over clip before he blow dries my hair, using a comb to mould it this way and that. Bobby moves around to work on my other hand. Jerome, his trim finished, turns in his chair to watch me. He grins, appearing amused. Trent covers my head with a hair net and goes to work with the blow drier again. A few moments after he removes the net, he uses a brush and comb to complete my up to date hair do. I'm amazed! Instead of being slightly wavy with the careful parting I'd had from boyhood, my blond hair now curls and spikes in all directions with hints of platinum blonde highlights. My finger and toenails have been perfectly shaped, painted and polished to a not quite natural pink.
"Stand up and present yourself to me boy."
I do so with Frank, Trent and Bobby watching closely. Fingers gripped behind my neck with my legs apart, I'm aware I'm not simply naked, but now hairless below my neck.
"You're not naked boy. Pull back your foreskin."
Why this simple act should double my feeling of humiliation in front of these guys, I'm not sure, but I know I'm now crimson with embarrassment. They watch grinning, enjoying having me naked and having to obey my Master's orders in front of them. Jerome hands them each a tenner note and they go off to attend to other customers. I stand there awaiting orders. A guy wearing an immaculate dark grey suit enters the salon. He's slim, handsome, in his thirties with dark hair. He greets Jerome with a broad smile.
"Hope I haven't kept you waiting Jerome. I presume this is your boy?"
"Yes, this is him. What do you think Joseph?"
"Looks promising. Nice ass I must say."
Joseph runs a hand over my backside and squeezes it. He takes out a notebook.
"What would you like for him?"
"Two suits," says Jerome, "a pinstripe business suit with tight trousers of course and a waist hugging jacket. Then a dinner jacket and pants page boy style. Both suits with hidden zips at the back so he can be fucked easily. A few appropriate shirts, ties and bow ties. Black shoes. Then for casual wear a few short midriff shirts and brief shorts. At least one in black leather. Some lightweight shoes. That's it I think."
"No problem Jerome. I'll have them delivered to your apartment. Let me take a few measurements."
The way Joseph runs his tape measure over my naked flesh makes me feel he's also keen to feel me up. Every measurement you can think of including my rigid prick. At last he finishes, slaps my arse cheek and with a nod to Jerome leaves. Jerome stands up and runs his hands over me as he kisses me deeply.
"You've been a good boy. I love the way you look even younger without body hair. Do you like your new hairstyle?"
"I'm worried what they'll think at the office on Monday if I'm honest Master."
"Boys don't need to worry about anything Robbie. I'll sort everything out. Shall we go for a drink?"
Without waiting for an answer. Jerome strides out of the salon, past the lift and down a wide curving staircase I hadn't noticed before. In spite of my nakedness I dutifully tag behind him. What else can I do? Half way down the staircase I suddenly see we are coming down into the bar lounge. Now I'm very aware of my naked body being paraded in public and I feel a hot glow of shame and humiliation as all eyes turn on us. Jerome walks slowly to the bar and I follow.
"Two large gin and tonics Chang," Jerome calls to the handsome young Chinese barman.
I stand close to him, my back to the audience, pressing myself to the front of the bar in the vain hope I'll go unnoticed. It's not to be, Jerome takes hold of my shoulders and swings me around.
"Don't be rude boy, my friends want to see you. Smile."
With an effort I smile in general at the guys in the bar, knowing their eyes are taking in my hairless naked body and my erect prick.
"You're not completely naked again boy." Jerome scolds me.
For a moment I'm puzzled and then realise what he means and reach down with both hands to pull my foreskin fully back from my bright pink knob. Again I feel a hot glow of shame as I'm exhibited to these guys. I hear the barman placing our drinks on the bar top and turn. Jerome picks up his glass and smiles at me. I'm left looking at my drink. It's in a ceramic dish with the name 'slave' etched in black on its side. I look up at Jerome. Another smile.
"Place the bowl at my feet boy and drink with your butt to my friends so they can admire how fuckable you are."
Lifting the brimming dish, I kneel, place it at Jerome's feet, then turn with my ass to the audience, bend my head and start lapping up the liquid. I know without being told this is the way he wants me to drink. Slurping like a dog I swallow the drink hoping the gin will relax me. It does and I stop worrying about being humiliated and concentrate on doing as my Master orders. In an odd way it helps a lot so when I finish the drink I look up at him, grinning and happy.
"Stand up boy. You're doing well. Even so, part of this initiation requires that you be punished in public. Do you accept that boy?"
"Yes Master." This is the first time any initiation has been mentioned to me so I'm far from sure, but know it's the required answer.
Jerome is unbuckling his belt and taking it off. I watch mesmerised as he draws the thick leather belt slowly through the loops of his shorts.
"Bend over boy, feet apart, hold your ankles."
I can see my hairless balls hanging between my legs.
"Ten boy and if you move another ten."
The first five are not too bad. He must be holding back, perhaps warming me up. The sixth is a real whack and I jump up, dancing around holding my arse cheeks with my hands. The watching crowd laugh, clap and hoot at my pain and antics.
"Down boy. That's twenty and another twenty if you move again."
Bending over, gripping my ankles fiercely, I remain more or less static as the belt lands with stinging blows. I close my eyes and yell out my pain. Soon tears are running down my cheeks as I cry like a little boy for the pleasure of my Master and the amusement of the audience. When the blows stop I stay bent over until Jerome helps me to stand and hugs me close to him. I cling to him desperately and remember his instruction.
"Thank you Master, thank you, thank you," I mumble through my tears.
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