OBEYING MITCH by Will Obe
I knew when I was ten that I was different in some way. My pals at school made jokes about me being sissy. By thirteen the jokes were about me being gay. I wasn't effeminate, but my small swimmer's build, pink cheeks, blue eyes and long wavy blond hair contrasted sharply with my more well built tall butch mates. But nothing ever happened because the guys were too busy trying to get off with girls. I became a bit of a loner. Encouraged by a devoted mother to read books rather than take part in rough sports I didn't mix socially. At eighteen at university I still only looked sixteen. I discovered gay mags, but only to be read in the secrecy of my own room. Why the secrecy? Other gay students were quite open about their sexual preferences, but I was far too shy to mix with them or go to the gay clubs I read about. All I could do was wank madly while fantasising about tall dark men kissing and fucking me!
Now in my last term with exams finished I'm taking the plunge and going to a pub I've read about famous for being part of the gay leather scene. The idea of guys in leather excites me. It's early on a summer evening. As I have no leather gear, I'm wearing a loose short white t-shirt, tight pale blue jeans and trainers. There are only a few guys inside. Some in full black leather and others in jeans and black leather jackets. I step up to the bar counter. The young barman wears a t-shirt and leather jeans.
"Pint of lager please," I said.
"Sure you're 18 kid?" he asks.
"Er... yes I am." I can feel myself blushing as I say it.
"Suppose you might be," he grins as he pulls a pint. "Not seen you here before. You take care. Stand with your back to the wall is my advice."
Taking his advice seriously I retreat until my bum is pressed firmly against the wall. The barman stands grinning at me. Is he joking? More leather guys arrive. Most of them tall, very good looking and gym toned. I get another pint and stand against the wall quietly observing the different groups. A few guys stare at me, but don't seem that interested. Many wear loops of chain from their belts. Others have handcuffs hanging from their belts or shoulder loops. I notice one older guy wearing a leather collar dropping to his knees and licking a younger guy's motor cycle boots. My prick hardens at the sight and I use my hands to cover the bulge in my jeans. Time for a piss I decide and make my way to the men's room. It's not very modern. Two cubicles, two wash hand basins and a metal trough running along two walls. I step up, unbutton, take out my half hard prick, start pissing and casually look around. One tall guy in full black leather with a cap against the other wall and two others chatting to each other alongside me. They turn to me, wave their huge cocks to remove the last few drops, zip up, grin and leave together. The one against the other wall turns to look at me, his cap is pulled well down to cover his eyes, but I can see he's about thirty, sun burnt and very handsome
"Come over here boy," he orders.
He obviously means me. I hesitate. The cultured voice sounds vaguely familiar.
"Now boy."
My prick in my hand, I skip over and stand beside him.
"Not there, my left hand side."
I move around his tall figure. He immediately removes his right hand from his own monster cock to grip my prick firmly and starts pumping me. I'm gasping with excitement.
"You like that boy?"
"Yeah, oh yeah."
His left hand is now feeling and squeezing my ass cheeks through the denim of my jeans.
"You like this too boy?"
"Yeah, that too."
I'm squirming with excitement almost on the verge of cumming. He releases my prick, moves his hand up, unbuttons the top button and pushes my jeans down to my knees. While he strokes my balls with one hand, the other goes down the back of my white briefs to stroke my bottom. Oh wow! Wow! This is my fantasy come true. I hear the steps of one or more guys and try to grab up my jeans.
"Leave them boy. You need spanking for doing that. What you say?"
"Please, what about..."
"Never mind anyone else. I decide what you do. Okay?"
"Okay," I whisper. Wondering what the other guys must be thinking, but also thrilled by being shown off half-naked.
Now he's pushing down my briefs. They and my jeans fall to my ankles. My backside is on view to anyone. The first few spanks are fairly light, but the sound resounds like hell.
"Take off your shirt boy."
As he spanks harder I struggle out of my shirt and hold it in one hand.
"Drop it boy."
Really worried about being completely naked and my shirt getting dirty I still comply with his order. The spanks are making me whimper and I desperately hold back my tears. He stops beating me.
"Turn around and let the guys see you."
Choking back tears I turn to find a dozen leather and denim guys enjoying my humiliation. Two are wanking their cocks excited by seeing me being spanked like a naughty boy.
"Play with yourself boy. Give them a show."
I've never been naked in public, let alone wanking myself for anyone to see. Then his finger is probing into my anus. In and out, finger fucking me until I'm near to spurting my spunk.
"Stop boy, down on your knees."
As soon as I'm on my knees he grabs my jaw, squeezes hard until I open my mouth and thrusts his enormous cock into my mouth. I've thought about it, but this is the first time I've sucked another man's cock. His hands grab my wavy hair and forces my mouth on and off his cock. And I like it. Like being forced to do it in front of these other men. He takes his weapon out of my mouth and slaps my face with it. I can see other guys close by pumping their cocks. His cock is back in my mouth, face fucking me hard. It's wonderful. I look up with my pleading big blue eyes begging for him to use me. Under the peak of the leather cap I can see his handsome face grinning down at me. Oh fuck! I know him. My senior history tutor from college, Dr Mitchell. Better known to his students as Mitch. And he's fucking my face. In public! And I'm near naked!!
"You like sucking me boy?"
He allows his cock to slip out and rest on my chin.
"It's fantastic," I gasp.
In goes the cock and my lips are pounded. In and out, in and out. Mitch I can hear and feel is building up to his climax. Splatters of spunk land on my body from those guys clustered around as I feel loads of his thick juicy cream pouring down my throat. He withdraws to allow the last spurts to cover my face and lips. He holds me away so he can see me unloading my own cum across the floor. He pushes my nose and lips down onto my own white spunk.
"Lick it up boy. Show these guys how you obey orders and do as you're told or I'll thrash your pink bubble butt with my belt."
I went to it, my red bottom up in the air, slurping up my own cum.
If this story has turned you on, please let me know. will.obe@btinternet.com