OBEYING MITCH by Will Obe
Chapter 4
Bent over my naked body, breathing heavily, Mitch rests for a moment. He lifts his head grins at me and lowers his lips onto mine for a long gentle French kiss. Much to my regret he withdraws his cock. I feel empty. Lifting his body he kneels on the desk and presses his still hard cock, dripping with his cum, against my lips.
"Clean your Master's cock slave boy."
My mouth and tongue go to work eagerly. His huge love weapon fills my mouth and his love juice tastes divine. It's second best to having him fuck me. I reach around him and start wanking my prick. He slaps my hand away.
"You cum when I decide. You'll have to be beaten for that boy."
He pulls his cock from my mouth.
"Keep it wide open boy."
He leans closer and allows a stream of his spittle to drop into my mouth, then spits into my face and spreads his spit across my face with his hand.
"You're nothing slave, remember that. I can do anything I like with you. You ready for that naive Andy?"
"Yes Sir, anything." Fuck! I'm less naive every moment.
He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, his hand on my bare bottom.
"Time for bed slave."
Mitch takes me at last to his bedroom, drops me on the middle of a black leather covered king size bed and disappears into what I can see is an en-suite bathroom. It's a man's room. Elegantly furnished, but no frills. Closed blinds at the windows. Two black leather armchairs on either side of a black marble fireplace. Table lamps with black leather shades on either side of the bed. Black painted wooden floor. Most fascinating, two leather cuffs attached to short chains hang from the ceiling. In one corner of the room what looks like a large dog basket. The leather is cool against my sore bottom. I'm thinking. A few hours ago I'd gone for a drink to a pub and now I'm a slave owned by my old college tutor. It's all better than I could have wished for. I've been stripped naked in public, spanked, brought back to this place and fucked hard. No bride could have had a better honeymoon. And, I think, that's what I am. My Master's slave wife to be used as he wishes. Fantastic!
Mitch comes back into the room naked. My first proper view of this muscular, broad shouldered, narrow waisted, tanned hunk of a man with a huge half hard cock hanging above a set of large balls. He climbs onto the bed, turns and places his knees on either side of my head. His cock and balls are over my face. He eases forward and lowers his hairy ass onto my face.
"Get your tongue up there. Eat out your Master's arse boy."
It smells soapy clean. Pity, I wanted his male odours. I thrust my tongue up into the hairy cleft and touch his anus. Wow! I dig in and my teeth munch at his hole as my tongue slurps deeper, teasing the hidden walls of his hole. I can hear him moaning and groaning with pleasure. I redouble my efforts with tongue, teeth and lips. I may be his property, but in return he is giving his fantastic hole to me to suck and eat. Now he moves back and I can see his mighty cock absolutely rock hard again dripping pre-cum. I've done my slave duty. I've stimulated my Master. He's ready, I hope, to fuck me again. Mitch climbs off my face and runs his hands over my smooth, hairless body.
"That was good slave."
His finger scoops pre-cum from his cock and I open my mouth hoping for this reward. Instead he feels between my parted legs and uses his pre-cum to lubricate my tight rosebud. Oh shit! His finger has me bucking in sexual delirium a second later.
"You need fucking boy?"
"Oh please Sir, please. Fuck me hard."
"But first what do I need my little slave?"
I can't think. What does he mean?
"Forgotten already haven't you boy? I need a warmed up red butt boy. Remember now."
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir."
Mitch takes the finger from my anus leans over to the bedside cabinet and presses something with his finger. I hear a whirr and the chains with handcuffs drop down swiftly to the level of the bed. He fastens the two cuffs to each of my wrists and presses the button again. I'm pulled to a sitting position and then to a standing position at the end of the bed and upwards again until my feet are off the floor. I can see myself in the wardrobe mirror hanging like a carcass of meat slowly swinging backwards and forwards. My arms are being pulled from their sockets.
"Nice sight boy. Strung up, as a slave should be for his punishment. What you say?"
"Yes Sir, except sorry Sir, my arms Sir."
"Are being pulled. Of course they are. Think about when I put you on the rack and your arms and legs are pulled. Tighter and tighter. For my pleasure. Slaves are tortured boy, didn't you realise?"
"Please Sir."
Mitch presses the button and lowers me until I'm resting on bent toes. Oh yeah, that's wonderful.
"Wonderful Sir."
"Is it? Let's hope you still think that after I've thrashed you?"
Mitch takes a three tongued leather strap from the wardrobe. He stands behind me, but I can see us both in the mirror. I close me eyes. A loud swish and the strap connects with my upper thighs. I yell out and twist my body from side to side. Mitch waits and then swings his arm over his should and brings the tawse down on my bottom with a loud crack. Now I scream and watch in horror as he swings his arm way back before swishing it forward to flay my poor bottom a second time. Yelping like a whipped cur I screw my eyes shut and draw up my legs. He waits patiently. I open my eyes and see him standing behind me. Tall, muscled and naked, his magnificent cock wickedly erect, a grim smile on his handsome face as he obviously glories in thrashing me, his slave. I grit my teeth and try to hang steady to receive his punishment. Pauses between each stroke ease the pain momentarily, then I'm screaming out again and by the tenth resounding stroke I'm bucking backwards and forwards, weeping and, very strangely, thinking - I am pleasing my Master. He holds my naked body still and turns it so I can see my flaming red bottom in the mirror.
"Now you're ready to be fucked by your Master."
I watch him as he eases his raging hard cock between my red ass cheeks and I squeal when he drives in hard. He's laughing as he releases my wrists from the cuffs, holds me onto his rigid cock and falls back on the bed. Lying on his side, he lifts my leg and fucks me while pressing his lips onto mine and fucking my mouth with his tongue. He turns me onto my back, lifts both my legs and continues fucking. Then he twists me around on his tool, pulls me until I'm on my hands and knees and fucks me doggy style.
"Are you my bitch pup slave?" he growls.
"Yes Master. Please fuck me... fuck me," I plead.
One of his hands is now on my prick wanking me hard. His teeth are biting into my neck and shoulders.
"You ready to cum bitch?"
"Yes Master... yes."
"Now boy, shoot for your Master."
His words send me over the top and I cum, spraying the black leather with my spunk. At the same time Mitch roars like a beast and I feel his cock pumping streams of his seed into me. Wow! Nothing can surpass this. I'm in heaven. He falls on top of me, his weight forcing me down flat, using his hands and legs to slide me around in my own spunk. His cock is still inside me gently pumping. He turns us both onto our sides, his cock still in me. It remains there the whole night. We both drift off into a contented sleep. In the middle of the night I'm awakened as he begins thrusting more urgently into me. I respond, moving my ass in rhythm to his strokes. He cums again and we fall asleep.
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