OBEYING PETER by will obe
Chapter 4
Next morning, after cleaning ourselves out and showering, we three naked slaves eat our breakfasts in the kitchen. Joe flicks the substantial remains from our Master's plates onto the floor and we scramble to eat the scraps. He smacks our bottoms with a large wooden spoon as we do so. I can see that Gary and Miles both have red arses criss crossed with cane marks and I presume mine must look similar.
"Fucking pansy slaves, get out to the garden and your Masters might give you a drink."
Out in the sun soaked garden our three Masters sit chatting at a table near the swimming pool. All are wearing white boxer shorts. Miles runs forward and drapes himself across Larry's lap. Gary does the same with Morgan. I take the hint and bend over Master Peter's lap. The Masters begin spanking in unison and hard. I'm soon yelping and wriggling. My Master traps my legs between his and continues his hard slaps to each of my ass cheeks in turn until I am blubbering like a kid. He stops and pushes me off his lap. I notice Gary kissing Morgan's feet in thanks and I copy him.
"Want a drink boy," asks Master Peter as he sips a cup of coffee.
"Please Sir."
He adjusts his shorts and his soft cock head drops below the leg of the shorts. I don't need telling, open my mouth and nuzzle my wonderful Master's knob. Piss first trickles and then gushes down my throat and I have to gulp madly not to allow any of my Master's nectar to be lost. It's an utterly demeaning way of showing a slave his place, but also such an exciting humiliation for the slave and my prick responds. I see Gary and Miles have been performing the same service. They both stand up, step away from their Masters and, with their feet well apart, bend over and touch their toes. Presuming this is part of the ritual to show our Masters our punished bright red backsides I do the same. I soon discover otherwise. Out of the corner of my eye I see Master Peter picking up his cane from behind his chair. He stands up swishing the cane through the air.
"Slaves receive ten strokes every morning to remind them of their low station in life as a slave. Do you understand boy?"
"Yes Sir, I am your devoted slave Sir."
Without another word Master Peter lays on the first stroke. Wow! I jump in the air and hold my bottom. Master Peter waits until I settle back to my position and delivers the next strike. I scream out, but try not to move. Another and another until I lose count. When he stops I'm blubbering again.
"You said you wanted to be my slave Bobby. I hope you are not changing your mind?"
"Oh no Sir," and I throw myself down to the ground and kiss his feet.
"Just as well boy. There is no escape from your servitude. Now go and swim and play with your slave pals and I'll see you at the front door in one hours time."
"Yes Master, thank you Master."
The cool water soothes the pain in my bottom and we all enjoy splashing around until it's time for me to shower and present myself still completely naked except for my leather collar at the front door. I'm early and much embarrassed when two hunky young gardeners arrive in a van. They wave and whistle at me before driving around to the back of the house. Peter comes from the same direction in his Jaguar car, opens the passenger door and orders me in. He's wearing a sports jacket and riding breeches.
"Slave's dress, put them on," he flings some denim cut-offs at me.
As I put them on I realise they are as cutaway as the pair he had created in the bar the first night I met him. I can feel the cool leather of the seat against my bare bottom.
"There are occasions boy when I shall be taking you out and you will require more appropriate clothing. We're going to my tailor. It's not far."
As far as I can tell, we're going south. In the high street suburb Peter pulls up outside a very smart looking tailor's shop which, judging by the red jackets in the window, specialises in hunting gear.
"Let's go boy."
I get out of the car and nervously look up and down the street, but the only people are some distance off. I make a dash for the shop doorway and wait for Peter to join me. As soon as he does the door opens and a very handsome black guy in his mid twenties wearing a dark suit with a tie welcomes Peter.
"Welcome Sir. As always we are pleased to see you Sir. And your new slave boy." He speaks with an educated accent and I guess he or his family is from Africa. His reference to me as a slave boy makes me feel immediately inferior.
The interior of the shop is traditional if not to say old fashioned. Polished dark mahogany fittings, counters and cupboards. With racks of clothes and armchairs for the use of customers. Master Peter sits down in one and I stand by his side.
"Nice to see you again George," says Peter, "and as handsome as ever."
"You are kind Sir. I'll go and call my father and bring you some coffee."
George exits through a door behind the counter.
"The owner's sons are all named after English kings," Peter explains, "which I think is cute and so are the sone."
An older man appears together with two younger men. The older man wears a red hunting jacket and riding breeches. The young guys are in dark suits with ties. Both are even more handsome than their elder brother with shiny crinkly hair, full lips and sparkling eyes.
"My dear Peter how good to see you again."
"It's been too long Jano. Your sons are much grown."
Peter gives the two handsome youngsters an admiring look.
"Edward is now twenty and William is just eighteen," explains Jano as the boys shake hands with Peter.
"And you have trained them all well I trust," said Peter.
"Without sparing the rod Peter. Isn't that what you advised? Go and get the catalogues Edward and you the measuring tapes William."
The two boys disappear into the rear room.
"Before they return Peter, let me tell you, I'm certain William is one for you. He should have been a girl even though he is, I assure you, quite well endowed."
"As is my new slave Bobby here. It's the submissive nature that matters Jano. Perhaps we'll have a chance to test William before I go."
"Of course, of course my dear friend. If you approve him, he will be yours to train."
At that point George returns with Peter's coffee followed by Edward with the styling catalogues and William with the tapes. He stands to one side of me and seems mesmerised by my red and marked bottom. Peter and Jano peruse the catalogues with George standing looking over their shoulders as they discuss what might be suitable, I presume, for me.
"George, you can get on measuring the slave," Jano orders.
Expecting to be taken to a private back room for this exercise, I'm surprised when George comes close and grins.
"Strip slave," he orders.
I undo the buttons on my cut-offs and let them fall. My prick stands up rigid. All three sons now view me in my complete shaven nakedness. George and Edward grin. William seems more interested in my erection. He licks his lips. George proceeds to take every possible measurement and Edward notes down the sizes.
"Inside leg," I feel the metal end of the tape pushed up into my crotch with fingers stroking my scrotum, "28 inches. Penis erect, 6 inches, foreskin stretched two inches."
And so it went on. Both George and Edward use every chance to handle my naked body. Even William strokes my bottom and reaches around a hand to fondle my stiff prick. They're enjoying themselves and to be honest, I find it sexually exciting. Peter is settling his order.
"A formal black suit I think, tight fitting of course with flaps, an office suit with short trousers and a leather outfit similar to mine, but with zips in all the right places. Think that's it Jano."
"No hunting outfit?" asks Jano.
"We hunt slaves naked. Easier for the dogs to pick up the scent."
"Of course, of course. What about female attire? It's quite popular for slaves at some parties I attend."
"Not at mine Jano. Perhaps a few knickers. You can choose those."
At that moment the door opens and a young hunky, thirtyish guy in full hunting kit with a black velvet jacket enters. He's carrying a riding crop.
"Morning Jano, boys and, oh how marvellous, Peter."
"Bit early for you Gavin, how are you?" Peter said.
They all shake hands and Gavin moves to look me over. I lower my head and stand with my feet apart. He uses his crop to lift my head.
"Such marvellous blue eyes," he uses the crop to move my prick from side to side before walking around me and sliding the crop between my arse cheeks. "See your cane's been at work Peter. And very nice too on such a marvellous bottom. Good fuck is he?"
"Not bad Gavin. He's still in training."
"Why not bring him to my party next Saturday? Morgan and Larry too of course."
"Thanks for the invite," replies Peter.
Gavin turns to Jano, "just popped in to check on my new outfit Jano, is it ready?"
"I'll have George deliver it this afternoon Sir Gavin."
"How kind."
Gavin nods to everyone and leaves the shop.
"Before I go and with your permission Jano, how about your boys having some fun making my slave obey a few orders?"
"By all means. Thank you Peter. William you can start."
William isn't ready for this and looks around smiling nervously.
"Well er... Bobby... sorry I mean slaveboy. Pull back your foreskin."
I do as I'm ordered by the youngster and reveal my shiny knob to them all. Looking a little confused that a man older than his brothers has obeyed his order, William reaches forward with a finger, touches my knob and encloses it in his fist. He snatches it back, opens his hand and everyone can see it's covered in my pre-cum.
"Make him lick it clean William," orders Peter.
William lifts his hand slowly to my mouth and I bend forward and apply my tongue to his palm and between his fingers.
"Now you Edward," Peter instructs.
"Turn around slave, bend over and pull your ass cheeks apart," the twenty year old sounds much more confident.
Now I'm bent over showing my pink anus to everyone on Edward's orders. I feel the humiliation. More so when his wet finger is inserted into my hole and he proceeds to finger fuck me.
"That's enough Edward. Your turn George," says the father.
"Stand up slave, face me and wank yourself in front of everyone," barks George.
I obey, and have to admit I enjoy this final piece of humiliation at the orders of this handsome young guy. I'm on a high and pump myself furiously fully expecting my Master to stop me before my climax, but he stands smiling. I'm flushing and gasping as I cum in a great arc over the wooden floor. George looks at me in triumph.
"Get down and lick it up slaveboy and stick your arse up in the air as you're doing it."
Down I go and start slurping up my own cum. My head low and my punished bottom up in the air for them all to see. I finish and I'm about to stand up.
"Stay there boy, I haven't given you permission to move," Peter orders. "Come here William. You see this red bottom? That's what happens when you don't obey orders. Understand?"
"Yes Sir," murmurs William.
"Now, I want you to demonstrate to your father that you will take orders just like my slave. That you will enjoy taking such orders. Do you think I might be right?"
"I'm not sure Sir."
"Well I am. So start boy, I want you to kneel down behind my slave."
I can feel the touch of his clothes as William kneels down close behind me.
"Put your nose between my slave's cheeks and sniff."
"Oh father, must I do this?"
"Please me son, do as you're told."
William's nose edges its way up my bottom and everyone hears him sniff.
"Spread the cheeks boy and lick his anus," orders Peter.
"I can't," shouts William. "Please don't make me."
"In that case you must drop your trousers and bend over William."
I turn my head. William has stood up and is looking down at his feet.
"Help him George," Peter orders.
Edward grasps William's arms and George unzips William's fly and wrenches down his trousers and underpants. They both push William's head down and pull up his shirt to reveal his naked butt.
Peter pulls his wide thick leather belt from his waistband and lands three hard swipes across William's arse. William yells out in pain as George and Edward force him to his knees and his face into my ass. Wow! He's thrusting his tongue into my hole and starts to lick like fury.
"Turn around Bobby and thank your new fan with a kiss," commands Peter.
I wrap my arms around the shoulders of the sobbing William and we kiss. In fact he returns my kiss with some passion and forces his tongue into my mouth. As we kiss, George and Edward completely strip William.
"You see Will,"says George "you want to be a slave, don't you?"
If William hears George's taunt, he ignores it and swings around into the sixty-nine position and takes my prick into his mouth. We're so turned on by each other's bodies we hardly notice when George and Edward join with Peter in lashing our bodies. We cum into each other's mouths and lie together exhausted.
"I'll take him for training Jano," Peter said.
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