OBEYING PETER by will obe
Chapter 5
I'm with William in the boot of Master Peter's Jaguar as he drives home. We are both naked and cuddling close. He is such a sweet guy and I felt for him when earlier at his father's shop on the instructions of Master Peter his two brothers had shaved off the little body hair he had around his pubics and armpits. Like me, the hair on his head had been spared.At the time I could see this action had completely humiliated him. Perhaps more so because his laughing elder brothers had performed the act and locked a black leather collar around his neck. Afterwards they had made William give me a blow job in front of everyone and when he attempted to spit my cum out, they had ordered him to swallow it.
"Swallow it boy. You're the slave of a white slave's now and you're so low you'll drink cum from anyone. Got that?" said George.
"Yes I got it."
"Yes what boy?"
"Yes Sir... yes Sir."
William whispers.
"What's going to happen to me Bobby?"
"The same as me, You're going to be trained by Master Peter."
"But why? I don't understand."
"Because like me William you're a natural sub. You need to be dominated. Don't you feel that yourself? Your father and your two brothers obviously realised this was your nature."
"My brothers called me a sissy boy all the time and made me suck their cocks."
"Did you like sucking their cocks?"
"In a way. It made me feel inferior to them and I kinda liked that. I don't know why."
"Because you're a male submissive and you like obeying dominant mens orders. I do too."
"But why do I need training?"
"To accept orders and punishment without hesitation. Mainly to release your inhibitions and act as a true slave."
"But...
William didn't finish the sentence because the car came to a stop. A moment and the luggage boot is opened.
"Out slave boys," orders Master Peter."Time for lunch."
I look around in the bright sunlight. We're in a transport lay-by just off the main road where a mixture of heavy lorries, cars and motorbikes are parked. At the other end of the lay-by, standing back in the trees, is a brick built toilet. The only person in sight is a lorry driver getting into his cab. Peter attaches leashes to our collars.
"Follow me," orders Peter.
We have no option as he pulls on the leashes and leads us down an overgrown pathway into the woods. As I half expected this is a gay cruising area. Guys can be seen wandering around. We come to a point where paths cross. Peter halts us and removes our leashes.
"You go straight ahead Bobby and William down this side path. And remember, I'll be around."
As I lose sight of Peter I feel quite scared and vulnerable in my naked state and I'm sure young William must be feeling even more scared. Through a gap in the trees I see a man in a suit staring at me and smiling. I hurry on until I come to a clearing where an oldish guy with his his pants down is being fucked by a much younger guy in jeans and sweat shirt. The young guy spots me, stops fucking, pulls up his jeans and starts following me. I break into a run. Men are running through the trees on either side of me. Scary as it is, I've a growing feeling of sexual excitement at the thought of being naked and chased by other men. There seems no doubt I am the prey they are after. They're closing in. I come to another clearing where two hunky leather guys are using a guy back and front. It's William. Should I help him? No, it's part of his training. I continue running. The first youger guy is on my heels. He doesn't try to stop me, but instead starts swatting my bare ass. Gasping for breath I come to the toilets. There's nowhere to go. I stand there with my back to the wall, my prick jutting out like a flag pole. A few feet away the big young guy stops and looks me over as wolfishly as he might a hunted, frightened deer.
"So where now boy?" he asks.
Men are emerging from the trees. The one in the suit has his hard thobbing cock in his hand. As do two big lorry drivers. About five other guys, some in jeans, others in leathers are staring at me waiting for the action to begin.
"Get inside cocksucker, I'm going to fuck you."
I turn and walk inside the toilet. The only light comes from several cracked windows. In my bare feet I almost slip over on the wet sticky tiled floor. There is an overpowering smell of piss, cum and disinfectant. A suited guy naked from the waist down is being fucked by a hefty lorry driver in one of the three doorless cubicles. Three guys in jeans and sweat shirts are wanking each other at the urinals. They all turn as I enter followed by my pursuers. What do I do? I realise nothing. I'm there to be fucked by the young guy. He already has his cock out of his jeans. He grabs hold of my collar and forces me to bend over. His cock pushes into me still lubricated I guess from the fuck he'd been having when I first saw him.
"You need this, don't you? Walking around naked asking for it."
The suited guy shoves his cock down my throat and continues the verbal abuse.
"Naked and shaved. I like that you bitch. Reckon you're someone's slave on the loose. Think he's here watching you being used? That how he gets his kicks? Go on suck me slaveboy."
I felt someone's mouth on my prick. Several guys are standing close watching me being used as they wank their stiff cocks over my body.
Wow! I have to admit this is scene I'll remember. They all seem to cum at once and I'm swallowing spunk, feel streams of cum being unloaded over my naked body and bolts of semen shooting into my arse. They stand back and I slip to the floor.
"Turn over slave," I recognise my Master's voice.
Standing beside him in addition to all the others are the two leather guys with the naked William kneeling at their feet. Peter hauls him forward by his collar and forces him down next to me.
"You two need cleaning up," explains Master Peter as he gets out his cock and starts pissing over us.
It's a signal to the others. They all start pissing over us.
"Open your slave mouths and drink. I'm sure you need it," orders Peter.
The piss streams of twenty or more guys switch between my mouth and William's and we both drink. I twist and slide around the wet tiles wallowing in and turned on by the degradation I a feel and need.
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