OBEYING PETER-DEAN by will.obe
Chapter 9
I'm still bent over, feeling cum trickle down my legs as Bruce races up the steps and shouts back.
"See you later Dean and him too I hope."
I straighten up and Dean cleans my face with the shorts before leaning down, taking my head between his two big hands and kissing me full on the mouth, his tongue way down my throat. I respond eagerly until he stoops down, takes my shirt and continues cleaning and drying me. My cock, between my legs which makes me feel like his little boy, my arse and legs.
"You got somewhere to go little fella?"
"No Sir, but I..."
"Want to come with me?"
I nod.
"To do as you're told or get spanked? To be my fuckboy? To be Brucie's fuckboy too?"
"I'd really love that Sir, if you think I'm okay. I am honest and all that. Just need a big guy like you to obey Sir."
"I'll soon find out if you're okay. If not I'll throw you back on the street. But somehow I think you're as nice a little fella as you look. So come on, put your shirt on and let's get going."
He hands me the begrimed shirt, wet with piss and spunk. I put it on and reach down for the shorts. Dean slaps my hand and I drop them.
"Girlyboys don't need shorts do they?" Dean grins, "a shirt looks like a skirt, that'll do for you."
Although it's big it hardly covers my prick and I'm sure people will be able to see my ass cheeks. As we mount the steps Dean gently pats my bare bottom. The streets are still fairly quiet, but in my bare feet and only the shirt which flips up as I walk I really feel exposed, but in spite of the possible embarrassment, I immediatly indulge the humiliation of being a boy slave. Dean has an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close and this hitches up my shirt at the back. I blush at the thought of what people might see and think about my near nakedness on a public street. A guy on a bike passes, looks back, catches my eye and grins. We turn down a ramp at the side of some apartments and into a basement car parking area. Dean presses a lift button.
"Take off that disgusting shirt and drop it here. By the way, what's your name?"
"Bobby Sir."
I drop the shirt and with me completely naked we step into the lift. Dean presses the pent house button.
"And how old are you?"
"Twenty-two Sir."
"And looking no more than eighteen. Well little Bobby, I'm twenty-nine and you are just the toyboy I need."
Dean lifts me off my feet and holds me close with his mouth on mine, his arms around me and his hands roving over my naked body until the lift stops. I've never known a guy so dominant and so gently loving. Wow! Let's hope this is it.
"You taste and stink of piss boy, but not bad at all."
The lift doors open and Dean unlocks a white panelled door. Inside I'm amazed by the luxury and size of the apartment as Dean gives me a quick tour including the large roof garden.
"Not overlooked by anyone Bobby so I can fuck you and play with you out of doors. But first a bath."
He turns on the water to fill the huge quarter circle bath then sits down on the toilet. He pulls me towards him and plays with my stiff prick.
"Not a bad size little fella. Bet you never stop wanking you little sex pot."
He's starting to shit and although I'm definitely not into scat the aroma is arousing.
"Do you think a slave should wipe his Master's ass Bobby?"
"He does anything he's told to do Sir."
"Go on then, do it."
I rip paper off the roll, Dean leans forward and I wipe his asshole several times until the paper is clean. As I do it the sensation of reaching a new low in my submissive lifestyle is overwelming and, I know, gratifying. I'll do anything for this man. Dean picks me up and places me on my hands and knees in the neighbouring shower and proceeds to give me three soapy enemas which I flush out down the toilet. Now he picks me up again and places me in the soapy water of the bath before he clambers in with me. He starts washing me with great care. My hair, my ears, my nostrils, the inside of my mouth, my neck and face, my shaved armpits and my back and belly.
"Stand up little one."
First my legs and feet are washed with his hands. With equal gentleness he pushes back my foreskin and cleans my prick and between my legs. He spreads my ass cheeks, fingers my rosebud and finger fucks me with soap until I'm panting and he pulls me back down into and under the water for a thorough rinse. Dean kisses me on the lips before washing himself and I help by sponging his back. Instead of drying himself or me with towels he takes my hand and leads me out onto the roof garden to dry in the hot sun on a sunlounger. I'm tucked in at his side. Both of us fall asleep. I wake first, my head on his hairy muscular chest. His nipple within reach and I can't resist taking it into my mouth and sucking on it gently.
"Did I tell you to do that boy?" Dean growls before pulling my lips over to his other tit where I continue sucking like a pup.
Dean jumps to his feet holding me close, my legs wrapped around his body and his fingers between my ass cheeks. Suddenly he upturns me so my legs are in the air. He holds me with one muscular arm around my waist as he uses his other hand to spread my legs wide and his fingers tickle my rosebud. Hanging upside down I realise with a thrill that he is inspecting very closely my fuckhole which he has as yet to fuck. He blows into it and the sensation is incredible.
"This little hole of yours is mine Bobby. To play with and to fuck. Your rosy red bubble butt is also mine. I love the contrast with the rest of your pale nakedness. So every day I shall spank you to keep it a nice glowing red for me and friends to admire. That okay with you little fella?"
"Oh yes Sir. Please."
"And something else, you'll have to earn your keep working in my company."
"I will Sir, gladly."
"You say yes without knowing. I run a catering outfit for private gay parties using naked, shaved waiters just like you. At anytime I might spank or cane you in front of my guests for their enjoyment and before I give you to them to fuck. How's that sound?"
My mind runs wild thinking of being a naked waiter and serving gay guys who then use me. I can't think of a better job.
"Absolutely awesome Sir."
"Good, then we'll start now."
Dean swings me upright, sits down on the edge of the sunlounger, puts me over his knee and starts spanking my bottom. Lightly at first and then increasingly hard until I'm kicking my legs in the air and whimpering loudly.
"Good boy. I like a little resistance and squealing... until you start crying. And I like that too so don't hold back on your tears."
In one sense I'm enjoying being spanked over this big man's knee with my prick erect between his thighs. How humiliating, a grown up 22 year old man being punished like someone half my age by my... er... by my Daddy. The thought comes into my head and I tearfully shout out.
"Thank you Daddy. I know you love me, but I do need your punishment Daddy."
The hard slaps on each cheek become suddenly harder.
"You're right Bobby, Daddy must be severe for your own good. Take it little one... take it."
He's spanking as hard as he can and I'm sobbing out loud as tears pour down my cheeks. Dean puts one arm under my knees, the other around my shoulders, picks me up and runs with me into his lounge and drops into an armchair with me on his lap. His tongue licks away my tears and I taste the salt as he kisses me savagely on the mouth. For several moments we are locked into a tight emotional embrace, kissing as I've never been kissed in my life. Between kisses we whisper perhaps secret longings into each others ears.
"Please be my Daddy Sir."
"I will little one. That's what I want too."
"Thank you Daddy... and Master. I'll obey you Daddy, I will honestly."
"Suck my tits Bobby, show me how good you are."
And I do. I've done it many times with other guys, but never with such loving devotion as he cradles me in one arm tight against his breast and the other hand cupping my bottom with a long finger probing my fuckhole.
"Yes baby, suck your Daddy. Get his nipples hard and then I'll fuck you and fill you with my seed."
I move from tit to tit, sucking and sucking as he finger fucks me until I'm crazed with sexual excitement. I don't stop sucking when he picks me up and takes me to his bedroom. We fall on the bed together and Dean quickly switches around and his big hardness is eased into my waiting, sucking mouth. He licks my naked shaved crotch and balls, pushes my foreskin back with his tongue and sucks my prick. We roll around on the king size bed sixty-nining for minutes until he moves his mouth to my anus, licking, sucking and fucking me with his long hard tongue. I'm again aroused to new heights of delight waiting for the coming moment of sexual fulfillment when my tight asshole will be penetrated by this big handsome male giant and I will truly be his fuckboy. He rolls me onto my back, raises my legs onto his shoulders and with a smile on his face nudges his cock against my rosebud.
"Are you ready for me to make you my fuckboy Bobby?"
I smile back. "Please Sir, make me your fuckboy... please I want it so much."
Still smiling he moves into me, pausing when he sees me grimacing as he breaks through my spinicter and then slowly thrusting his huge member into me until I feel his bush of pubic hair against my ass cheeks. Dean starts fucking and I lie looking up at him, proud to have his cock up my arse, enjoying his pulsating member taking possession of me. I close me eyes and relish the feeling of being a sub.
"Let me see you wank yourself Bobby. I want us to shoot together so don't cum until I give you the word little fella."
I go gently as I know I'm already near.
"Oh Bobby, this is awesome. If I was straight and you were my little blond wife I'd be breeding you. Do you like the idea?"
"You're telling me, I wish I could give you a baby Dean... I mean Sir."
"Don't worry, you are my babe and I'm going to fuck you over and over my little fuckboy. And I want to see Brucie and my other friends fuck you real good. Would you like being that sort of whore to be fucked by guys in public?"
"If you want it Sir, I'd love it. Being naked and fucked by your friends Sir."
"In this flat you'll always be naked. Understand? So any guy can take you and spank you, fuck you and piss over you. You ready for that babe?"
"It's what I'm for Sir especially if it's what you want."
Dean is reaching his orgasm I can see and I wank harder.
"Now boy, now...aaargh... cum boy. aaargh."
As I feel his spunk shooting into me, I unload a great stream of cum over my belly. Wow! Wow! Wow!
This is the last of my Obeying series of stories. Hope you've enjoyed them. Please let me know will.obe@btinternet.com