OBEYING MITCH by Will Obe
Chapter 3
"Fuck him Mitch," a voice from the crowd of leather guys.
Mitch withdraws his finger and slaps my ass.
"Get your jeans and trainers on boy, we're going."
I quickly pull on my jeans and trainers, stand up and face my Master. He looks awesome in his leather outfit, the bulge between his legs suggesting a huge hard-on I want to suck again.
"Follow me boy."
As we make our way to the door I'm groped constantly, back and front, by guys who feel they have the right to touch me up whether I like it or not. I do like it. On the street I trail a few yards behind Mitch. Little me following this big handsome leather clad hunk. I see an old lady with a small dog on a lead and smile to myself. We head for Mitch's house a few streets away where, with other students in term time, I'd gone for tutorials. We step into the old familiar entrance hall. Mitch closes the door, enfolds me in his arms and kisses me on the mouth, his long tongue searching my mouth and pushing down my throat. His hands run up and down my body feeling my crotch and butt. This is what I want. I'll do anything for this man, this Master. Mitch releases me, pushes me away and looks at me, his eyes glinting.
"Now we start your training slave. Strip naked."
T-shirt, jeans and trainers come off in seconds.
"Feet wide apart, hands on your head and head bowed."
I obey.
"This is the position in which a slave presents himself to his Master. Understand?"
"Yes Sir." The Sir comes more easily now I'm naked in front of him. My prick juts out hard.
"Follow me."
Still with my hands on my head I follow him down the corridor and enter his modern bathroom.
"Step into the shower boy and don't move until I come back."
Looking around I admire all the modern fittings and the warm scent of the place, the big bath, chrome and mirrors everywhere. I can see myself naked in a mirror on the back of the door. Hanging from a hook in the shower is a water bottle with a long hose and nozzle. Can't guess what it's for. Mitch returns wearing only black leather chaps revealing a fantastic hairy backside with a leather codpiece at the front. He turns on the shower and I'm drenched with cold water. I hold my breath, but fortunately it warms up a little. He turns the shower off and soaps up my armpits and crotch area. This hasn't happened to me since I was a little boy and I love the feel of his large hands moving over me. He turns, takes a safety razor from his bathroom cabinet and with a few strokes shaves my armpits completely smooth.
"Slaves are not allowed body hair," Mitch explains, "not that you have much anyway."
The razor moves around my groin, my balls and then all sides of my prick. My reflection in the door mirror without hair takes my age down several years. Mitch takes the rubber waterbottle down, squeezes in some liquid hand soap, fills it under the washbasin tap and hangs it back up.
"Slaves are required to be clean on the outside and inside. So watch carefully. You will need to do this yourself every day. When I insert this nozzle and turn the tap you will fill up with soapy water. Bend over boy."
My ass hole is soaped and the nozzle is plugged in. It feels quite pleasant at first, but as my insides fill up I feel I'm about to burst.
"When I remove the nozzle, clench your arse cheeks. Any leaks I'll have to punish you."
Inevitably as he removes the nozzle there is some leakage I can feel running down my thighs. I clench hard.
"Six strokes later for disobedience slave. Now hold it."
Closing my eyes I try to cope with the cramps I'm now getting.
"Please Sir I can't hold it."
"Hold it another two minutes boy."
It's agony until he grips my wet hair and guides me to the toilet. He lifts the seat and pushes me down.
"Let go slave."
The water and contents of my bowels shoot out. Mitch lifts my head up. He's smiling.
"When was the last time someone watched you shit boy? When you were on your potty? Perhaps I'll get a potty and have you perform in front of my friends."
As I continue to evacuate I'm thinking of the humiliating scene he's describing. Would he make me do that?
"You will do anything I order if you are to be my slave. Will you obey?"
"Yes Sir." The idea of being subject to such humiliation grows on me.
"Bend forward."
Mitch takes several sheets of toilet paper and wipes my arse. Another moment of shame I come to recognise as enjoyment.
"Back to the shower boy and bend over. You'll need at least three enemas before you're clean."
After the third evacuation of my guts he hauls me to my feet and pushes my head down into the bowl.
"Is it clear boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Back into the shower and wash yourself. Shampoo your hair."
Mitch stands watching as I wash my hair and body. It feels odd not to have any body hair.
"Dry yourself," he hands me a large fluffy white towel.
He uses a hairdryer and comb on my hair. Combing it straight back without my usual parting.
"That's how you do your hair in future. Think we'll let it grow long so you look more feminine. Will you like that boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Now you're ready to be fucked. Follow me."
Down the corridor again to what I'm thinking will be his bedroom. Wrong, it's his large book lined study where I've been for many tutorials. But now I'm completely naked in front of his large desk. Mitch goes to a cupboard and comes back with a cane, a leather belt and some things glinting in his hand.
"Before your punishment I must start your nipple training. I want a slave with big nipples so I'll need to work on your sweet little tits a lot. First some small gentle clips."
He holds up two metal clips held together by a chain. He squeezes one nipple between finger and thumb and rolls it gently. Then harder. Very sensuous, rather painful and I'm breathing hard. He fastens one of the clips on and the pain explodes. I moan loudly.
"The pain will recede boy, but this is nothing to what you will get eventually. This is only the start."
As he puts the second clip on my other nipple my whole body cringes backwards. I'm not going to be able to survive this torment. Mitch holds me by my shoulders and straightens me up.
"Take it easy boy. You're a slave remember. You want to please your Master don't you?"
"Yes Sir," looking up with watering eyes into his handsome face I find myself desperately wanting to please him. The pain diminishes and I'm able to smile.
He places one finger on the middle of the chain and the pain comes back fourfold. Wow! Do I want training? He takes his finger away and replaces it with a hook from which dangles a bunch of keys. The pain in my tits is horrific and I cry out and whimper loudly. Mitch appears to be enjoying my torture.
"That's good," he mutters, "very good." He seems oblivious to my pain. "Wait till I hang my boots from your tits, then you'll be fully trained and your teats will be ten time larger."
Suddenly he removes the clips from my nipples and instead of ending, the pain jumps to a new height and I'm jumping up and down, rubbing my almost too sore to touch tits.
"Still want to be my slave boy?"
Breathing hard, the pain lessening, if I have to go through this to get fucked, I have no choice.
"Yes Master I do."
"Excellent." Mitch bends and kisses me gently on the lips.
I want to wrap my arms around him and hug him, but know that is not allowed.
"Now your punishment. Bend over the desk. Six with the strap and six with the cane. Feet wide apart boy."
Stretched over the desk, gripping the other side with my hands, I wait.
Oh fuck! Stinging pain as the strap lands and wraps itself around my bottom. The second is harder and I yelp. The third harder still and I yelp louder and reach back with my hands to protect myself.
"Hands to the front boy or I'll double the punishment."
Painful beyond anything I've endured I still can't help feeling a thrill of excitement. Stretched naked over my Master's desk, a slave being thrashed and deserving it. I imagine it being carried out in public, my naked body on view to everyone. The remaining strap strokes fuel my imagination, but the last is so hard I find tears coming to my eyes. The cane is even more sharp and blistering. My bottom is on fire. I writhe from side to side, screaming with a pain I've never known before. Tears stream down my face, but I hope I've pleased my Master.
"Stand up boy."
Jumping up and rubbing my ass cheeks I notice a smear of pre-cum on the desk surface. So does Mitch.
"I think you enjoyed being punished boy. Lick my desk clean."
What would my student mates think if they could see me now with my tongue cleaning up my own pre-cum from Dr Mitchell's desk. And what would they think seeing their usually casually dressed tutor in black chaps showing off his muscular rounded, hairy ass.
"Now sit up on the desk and hold your legs up in the air."
Up I get and raise and hold my legs. They are spread wide revealing my pink hole clearly to my Master.
"This is the position in which I usually fuck boy. Always after you've been punished so your ass cheeks are as bright red as they are at the moment. But this time first a little more training I think."
Mitch opens a desk drawer and brings out a large black pear shaped rubber thing and a tube of what I can see reads KY. He waves the thing in the air.
"Have you had a butt plug up your arse before boy?"
A what? Whatever? Nothing as big as that will fit into my hole I think. "No Sir."
"Good. A new experience for you."
Mitch squeezes some KY onto my hole and eases it up my hole with a finger. This is soothing and enjoyable. Now two long fingers pleasure me. He smiles down recognising by my expression that I enjoy being pleasured. The fingers are removed and I feel the tip of the plug at my anus. He pushes gently. Not too bad. More pressure and the plug begins to feel enormous and I try to withdraw. He uses one arm around my legs to pull me back onto the intruding plug. He's watching me intently as he pushes the plug ever inwards. My eyes screwed up with pain; the pressure builds up until I'm gasping.
"Please Sir, no more, please."
I scream out loud as the plug suddenly opens me up and crashes completely into my rectum. More tears. Mitch is smiling.
"Good boy. Hush, that's it. Lie still. The pain will ease."
After a few minutes he helps me to stand up. My arse invaded and nothing I can do. A feeling of intense humiliation grows.
"Walk around. Get used to having a plug up your arse because except when you're being fucked, you'll rarely be without one."
At first, legs bent, I waddle around his desk thinking I can't possibly cope with this. Straightening up, feeling the plug slide up and down inside me as I walk, it's sexy. A sign that I am a slave. Mitch sees I have recovered. He removes his codpiece. His monstrous cock and balls are revealed once again and I find I'm licking my lips in anticipation. Mitch grabs my hair and looks down at me.
"Now for the real thing slave. Let's test how good you are at satisfying your Master."
He lifts me back onto the desk, spreads my legs and without warning quickly removes the plug and I shriek out in pain. I feel the tip of his magnificent cock at the entrance to my ass. One swift push and he is sliding up into me. His live flesh pulsates inside me, withdraws and enters, withdraws and enters.
"You're mine now little Andy. My slave. I'm possessing you. Breeding you. Showing you who is your Master."
"Yes Master. I want to be yours. Fuck me, fuck me. I belong to you now."
"You do boy. You are my property. I own you for a month at least. Come on, take it. Take my cock."
And I did. For what seems like hours and I love it. Being fucked for the first time ever by this powerful glorious man. His cock pistons in and out of me. Being used as I'd always dreamt of being used. As he reaches his climax he grunts and bellows out over and over again.
"Take my spunk boy... take my cum... this is what you need slave boy... take my spunk boy... take my cum... this is what you need slave boy... what you need... aaargh... aaargh.
Please let me know what you think of this chapter. will.obe@btinternet.com