Master Peter and The Butler

by BubbleButtLuvr

Geoffrey pressed his ear to Peter's bedroom door. He could hear the shower running in Peter's private bathroom. He stood like that for several minutes listening to be certain that Peter was in the shower. Once he felt certain that Peter would not come out Geoffrey placed is white-gloved hand on the doorknob and turned slowly. The door eased open and Geoffrey crept silently into the room closing the door quietly behind him. Geoffrey tiptoed across the darkened room, his wing tips squeaking slightly as he did.

Geoffrey was barely visible in the room with his deep chocolate complexion and is deep black butlers uniform he blended right into the darkness. The white of his shirt and his white gloves seemed to be traveling through the air on their own. A small crack of light shone under the bathroom door. Geoffrey was cursing his luck as he made his way through the room. He had hoped to take care of this matter earlier in the day while Peter was in classes at the local university. However, Peter chose today to stay home and cut all his classes.

It made Geoffrey mad to think of just how spoiled Peter was, or rather Master Peter as he was forced to call the spoiled eighteen-year-old brat. Peter didn't care about an education but his father told Peter that if he opted not to go to college he would have to get a job and there was no way Peter was going to do that so he signed up as a communications major. But he only went to classes when felt like it and today he did not feel like going. Therefore Geoffrey was unable to sneak into the youth's room and replace the money he had taken.

It was the first time that Geoffrey had ever taken money from anyone in the house in all the fourteen years that he had worked for the Sullivan family and he felt horrible that he had done it now, but he had no choice. His father had needed a prescription filled. He had neglected to tell Geoffrey that he was on his last pill and it was vital that the prescription be filled right away. Geoffrey's father's memory was not what it once was so Geoffrey at age thirty-four was forced to take on the added role of caretaker. Normally Geoffrey would have just asked Mr. Sullivan for an advance and he would have given it without any argument but Mr. & Mrs. Sullivan were on a cruise and he had no way to get in touch with them right away.

He had considered asking Master Peter for the money but decided against it. How he hated having to call the boy Master Peter but out of respect and tradition this is what was done. The domestic referred to the young men of the house as Master. However, Geoffrey knew that when he referred to the young man as Master Peter it gave the youth great delight. He knew that the boy hated him and saw him more as his possession than a person so when he referred to Peter as Master it made the spoiled youth feel as though his "boy" was being kept in line and that thought turned Geoffrey's stomach.

Ever since he was a small boy Peter seemed to take great delight in making Geoffrey's life miserable. Even as a five year old when Geoffrey would wax the floors Peter would come in just as he finished and track mud all over the floors causing Geoffrey the have to do the whole chore over again. He'd then look at Geoffrey with a sarcastic smile and say, "Soooooorrrryy, Geoffrey". Through out the years Peter took every chance he got to make the poor man's life a nightmare so Geoffrey knew if he'd asked to borrow the cash Peter would delight in the fact that the poor black butler had to come to his white Master Peter for the money. And even after he was forced to beg, Peter still wouldn't give him the money.

So, even though he knew it was wrong Geoffrey took the money from Peter's dresser while he was out and had intended to replace it today when he got his pay and Peter was in classes. Since Peter cut classes Geoffrey never got the chance but when Peter announced that he would be skipping dinner and going out with friends he knew he had to replace the cash right away. If Peter found the money missing he would surely blame Geoffrey. Peter blamed him for everything using him as a scape-goat based on his skin color. And Geoffrey couldn't be out of work so he had no choice but to sneak in while Peter showered.

The butler stood in front of the dresser and pulled the top drawer open slowly with his left hand. In his right he held a fifty-dollar bill to replace the one he had taken. All of a sudden the bathroom door opened and light came pouring into the room--in walked Peter wrapped in a small blue towel that came mid-way down his thighs. His blond hair was tousled but not wet. Apparently Geoffrey had not waited long enough and Peter had not yet gotten into the shower.

Peter glared at Geoffrey as he flipped on the light. They were quite a contrast in appearance. Peter stood 6'4" his skin was a smooth creamy white and his build was muscular with broad shoulders and a sculpted chest that tapered into a 32 inch waist. With a six pack of abs. His thighs were thick and meaty as was his ass. His arms were strong and manly even at the age of eighteen. And most of his big muscular frame was on display as he stood there on his small towel.

Geoffrey one the other hand stood only 5'8" and had a dark Chocolate brown complexion. His frame was much more slight than Peter's, not scrawny but lean and defined. He had a small 30-inch waist that ballooned out in the back to form a massive well-rounded ass. Truth be told his ass was not in proportion with the rest of his body, it was way too large. It stuck so far out in back the tails on his butler's uniform split open in the back allowing his round buttocks to peak out the middle. Although Geoffrey stood there completely dressed and sixteen years older than Peter, who was practically naked, he felt like a naughty child about to be reprimanded.

"What the fuck are you doing, Geoffrey?" Peter demanded to know.

"Aaahhh...Nothing Peter...Uh I mean Master Peter. I was just...Well..."

"It looks like you were stealing from me, Geoffrey. I know that your people are dishonest but I thought that after all these years we could trust you."

Geoffrey gulped back the reply that he wanted to give, "Which was go fuck yourself you racist ass hole!" and instead proceeded to present his case. "I'm sorry Master Peter. I needed the money to fill a prescription for my father and I borrowed it. I was returning it is all. I am very sorry. I know I was wrong and it will never happen again."

"I know it won't Geoffrey because when my parents get back and I tell them what you have done my father will fire you."

"No! Master Peter please!" urged Geoffrey.

"Or maybe I should call the police and tell them that I caught the help stealing," taunted Peter.

"No, don't do that. I'm sorry. Please forgive me!" Geoffrey begged his big lower lip quivering as he did so.

Peter put his hands on his waist and walked across the room. He was inches from the butler's face as he looked down into his dark brown eyes. Geoffrey gulped as Peter's intimidation tactics took effect. Peter walked around Geoffrey and looked him up and down like he was a piece of meat. He took special notice of the way the older man's backside pushed out against the tails of his uniform. "You've got a big ass, Geoffrey. Do you know that?" snarled Peter.

Confused Geoffrey replied, "Yes, Master Peter. I know that."

"No, I mean it's enormous," taunted Peter. "Way too big for the rest of your body. It's ridiculously large. Many of you people have those fat asses don't they, Geoffrey?"

Once again the butler resisted the urge to tell off this spoiled teen and simply said, "Yes, I suppose that is so. I have always had a rather large behind. No matter what I do I can't get rid of it."

Once again Peter Sullivan was staring directly into Geoffrey's eyes when he said, " I think I know of a way that you can make up for what you have done and then we can keep this incident between us."

Glad that Peter had once again changed the subject from the size of his ass and he was going to let go of the issue of the money Geoffrey jumped at his words, "Yes, whatever you say Master Peter."

Peter rubbed his large meaty hands together as he said, "Well taking money from me was wrong and my father taught me that when you've done wrong you must be punished. Do you remember how I was punished when I was a child?"

At that point Geoffrey's spirits feel. He saw that Peter was not going to let the issue of the money go that easily and even worse he now understood why Peter had changed the subject to the size of his ass. The next words Peter spoke confirmed this. "I think that you need your fat ass spanked Geoffrey, so that you will learn that what you have done is wrong."

"Peter, no please!"

"Excuse me. What did you call me?" sneered Peter.

"'I'm sorry. Master Peter. I was just shocked please can't we work this out another way." Though even as he spoke these words Geoffrey knew that Peter would never let him off the hook now. Peter took too much delight in humiliating the poor man and this was the ultimate humiliation.

"I could call the police," replied Peter as he sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Geoffrey to stand before him. As Peter sat his hairy nuts and his dick popped out and was clearly visible to the other man. The butler was shocked at how small Peter’s cock was when the rest of him was so big. Geoffrey knew he had no choice. He made his way slowly to the bed and stood before Peter hanging his head in shame. Peter reached up and placed his hands on the older black mans waist and went to unbutton his uniform pants. Geoffrey gasped, "Wait! What are you doing?"

Disgusted Peter answered, "I'm lowering your pants. You can't be spanked with them on."

"Please if we have to do this can't you at least let me have some pride? Please don't do humiliate me further. Show some sympathy"

"I thought I was be not calling the police," replied Peter. "Now you can let me take down your pants and spank you or I can call the police. Your choice--decide."

Humbled and humiliated Geoffrey whispered, "Please, spank me."

"What?" Peter leaned in cranking his neck pretending that he couldn't hear the reply.

Geoffrey repeated louder, "Spank me. Take down my pants and spank me." He had no pride left at this point.

Peter laughed as he reached up and undid the butler's pants and pushed them down to his knees. Then Peter's eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw the massive bulge in Geoffrey's skimpy red silk underwear. Peter was shocked to see just how big a package the older man had. He had always heard that black men were well hung but never would have guessed that Geoffrey was so blessed. And for a brief moment he almost had a new respect for Geoffrey but that was short lived as he laughed again--this time at Geoffrey's choice of underwear. "Nice underwear--very skimpy and silky. Do they make you feel like a pretty woman?" teased Peter.

Humiliated Geoffrey replied, "No, Master Peter. I just like the way they feel."

Again the sadistic teen laughed, "Whatever you say. Now step out of those pants and get over my knee."

Giving a hard mean look Geoffrey bend at the waist and began to step out of his pants. As he did Peter caught the butler's reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room. As the Geoffrey bent over the tails of his uniform jacket split wide open exposing a full round bare black ass. Peter took note of this as Geoffrey stood back up asking, "Just what the fuck are you wearing? Turn around."

The black man blushed as he did as instructed. His ass was so large the even standing upright his ass pushed the slit down the middle of his jacket wide open and showed part of his flesh mounds. "Lift the back of you jacket and shirt", ordered Peter. Without a word Geoffrey did as instructed. He lifted the shirt and jacket high enough to show the Sullivan boy that he was wearing a red silk thong and that is why his ass was exposed. His meaty cheeks swallowed the string of his thong and seemed to be munching on his skimpy choice of under garment.

Peter fell back on the bed, his towel rising up exposing his small penis and roared with laughter, "A thong! Oh, Geoffrey that's hysterical. I would never have guessed. Now get that fat black ass over here and get over my knee."

Geoffrey lowered his shirt and jacket and made his way over to where Peter sat on the bed. He then draped himself over the eighteen year olds lap adjusting his package so that is it was between the youths legs still encased in his thong. The black man looked and felt ridiculous wearing wing tips, black nylon socks and sock garters with a red bright red thong and the remainder of his butler's uniform draped over the lap of his employer's teen-age son. But what choice did he have?

Peter looked down at Geoffrey's massive chocolate colored ass checks. He always knew that Geoffrey had a large ass but seeing it bare for the first time it looked even larger and Peter found himself wondering how the man every found pants to fit over not only his fat ass but his huge dong as well. Peter ran his hands along Geoffrey's smooth posterior and was shocked at how firm it felt but still with a little bit of bounce and jiggle. Sort of like Jell-O though Peter as he raised his had high in the air and brought it down hard on the butler's left buttock. "Slap!" The sound seemed to echo through the room. Geoffrey flinched and clenched his ass.

Peter began to alternate checks from left to right and then back again spanking the poor butler harder with each stroke. Geoffrey's ass was raised high in the air ready to take each slap. His ass looked like two round over sized loaves of pumpernickel bread. Peter was really getting into things now. How he enjoyed putting the older black man in his place and this was the perfect humiliation. Geoffrey tried his best to hide the fact that his ass was stinging. He didn't want to give Master Peter the satisfaction of knowing it hurt but as the assault on his phat ass continued it became hard to hide his obvious discomfort. Soon Geoffrey's legs were kicking and flailing about trying in a vain attempt to fight off the pain.

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Geoffrey was starting to whimper which caused Peter to laugh a little. The domestics black hindquarters were starting to show a nice pink glow. It was faint but it was there and the Sullivan boy was not going to stop until both cheeks were a bright red. By this point Geoffrey had given up the hope of keeping even a small amount of pride by not submitting to the pain. His legs kicked wildly and he was no longer whimpering but actually screaming with each swat to his monstrous ass globes.

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All of a sudden Peter stopped spanking and ordered Geoffrey to his feet. It took the butler a moment or two to be able to stand but finally he did facing Peter. "Okay Geoffrey now I think you need to remove your thong for the remainder of your spanking. I don't want to miss a spot," snarled Peter.

"Please, no. Do I have to Master Peter? My entire backside is bared to you in my thong. Please allow me this one last piece of modesty. Given me a chance to hold on to some dignity."

While it was true that Peter could reach every spot he needed to even if the thong remained one the simple fact was he wanted to humiliate the butler even further. Peter began slowly, "If you don't remove the thong I will be forced to call the police and report the fact that I caught you stealing. In that case you will be arrested and out of a job. Not to mention that the spanking you already received will have been in vain. So what will it be?"

The butler was amazed but not shocked at Peter's level of cruelty. Without saying a word he placed his thumbs in the waistband of his silk thing and pulled it from his body while averting his eyes away from the cruel teens face. His massive penis and low hanging shaved balls feel free between his legs and swung back and forth from the sheer weight of them. His cock snaked down his thighs to just a few inches above his knee. This time Peter let out an audible gasp that even Geoffrey heard. Peter was absolutely in awe of the black man's dick. Peter was by no means gay, but had spent his life playing sports and had been in many a locker room and had seen many a cock but Geoffrey's was by far the largest. He was amazed at how much darker the skin on the butlers dick was compared to the rest of him. The head was a big bulbous mushroom shape and his ball sack appeared to house two tennis balls. And the size of his penis was incredible. Like nothing Peter Sullivan had ever seen before. He guessed it to be about 9.5 inches and it was at least as thick as the fat end of a bottle of beer and it was still completely soft.

After hearing Master Peter gasp he knew that the teen was impressed with the size of his manhood and through all his shame he found some glory. For once he had something that Peter wished was his. But this was something that was his and his alone and Peter could not have it. The black man looked at Peter sitting on the edge of his bed in his small towel legs spread wide revealing his own organ. It was as small as Geoffrey' was large. Geoffrey had to stifle a grin.

But of course as always the butler's joy was short lived as Peter saw him looking at his dick. Suddenly the eighteen year old was self-conscious and tried to pull the towel down to cover himself. "What are you looking at? Are you a faggot Geoffrey?!"

"No, sir, Master Peter, sir. I wasn't looking at anything."

"Yeah right I saw you looking at my cock. I bet you are gay. It makes sense now--your skimpy girlie under wear. Your perfectly shaved balls and groomed pubes and now your staring at my cock!" Peter knew this was untrue even as he said it but he also knew that it would offend Geoffrey to question his manhood. Feeling inadequate Peter then added, "Anyway mine gets much bigger when its hard so don't think you have something special there between your legs. Anyway, I wouldn't want a cock the size of yours. The thing’s so big it looks like a horse dick! It's unnatural."

Both men knew this was a lie. Peter's dick didn't get much bigger and he'd give anything to have a cock the size of Geoffrey's. And of course the butler knew that now Master Peter would take out his frustration about the size of his small penis on his big round ass. "Shit you are like some freak!" snapped Peter. "You have a donkey's dick and that ass. I have no idea where that came from. It's fucking abnormal how big it is. Now get the fat ass back over my lap so we can complete your punishment."

The black man just hung his head and said, "Yes, sir I know its big. I'm sorry Master Peter."

The butler adjusted himself over the teens lap once again this time he had more trouble trying to adjust his cock now that it was not encased in the thong. As he lay there his cock ran down Peter's leg. Now Peter was really gonna teach the older man a lesson.

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Peter was going faster than before. Geoffrey's ass was still burning from his last spanking so it didn't take long for him to feel the pain this time. He began screaming louder than before begging for some mercy. His legs were kicking and his huge cock and balls swung back and forth like a pendulum rubbing against Peter's leg as they did so. This only enraged Peter more. The snotty brat who had everything was jealous of Geoffrey's manhood and would punish him now not only for stealing but also for being better endowed than he was.

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Geoffrey could hold back no longer the pain was too intense and Peter would not let up. Finally he allowed himself to just let go. He felt the tears forming in his eyes and the then began to pour down his ebony cheeks. His large black lower lip jutted out exposing the pink inside of his mouth. At thirty-four years of age he had been reduced to a small blubbering child by and eighteen year old brat that he had helped raise.

Peter continued to spank watching how Geoffrey's ass turned from black to black with a twinge of pink to black with a bright red glow. With each smack the black man's ass jiggle ever so slightly. His ass mounds seemed to dance as the punishment continued relentlessly. Then Peter stopped and ran his hand along the well-spanked backside of the domestic.

Again he ordered Geoffrey to his feet. The butler stood facing Peter the tears still streaming down his face. Then Peter ordered his to go stand in the corner and face the wall.

Through his tears Geoffrey pleaded, "Please no!"

"You know the alternative Geoffrey now do it and don't you dare turn around until I say you may."

Dejected Geoffrey slumped over to the corner. He was still wearing the upper half of his butler's uniform and the tails rubbing against his newly spanked backside hurt like hell. He stood in the corner facing the wall feeling stupid but not wanting Peter to call the police.

"Ok," Peter said, "Now I want you to open the split in the back of you jacket so that your fat ass is completely exposed. Then keep your hands at your sides."

Geoffrey didn't even argue. He just pulled the tails of his uniform over to each side of his ass so his over stuffed cushions came popping out the split in the middle. His checks were so big that they held the jacket in place and showed all his ass. He left his hands fall at his sides and just stood there. Behind him he could hear Peter moving around the room doing something but he wasn't sure what. As much as he wanted to turn he didn't dare or Peter would get pissed off and who knows what he'd do next so the black man just stood there hoping this would all end soon. All of a sudden Geoffrey heard a click and saw a quick flash of light, then another. What was going on he wondered.

Then Peter ordered Geoffrey to keep his body facing the wall so his ass was to Peter but to look back over his shoulders that Peter could see his face. Confused Geoffrey did as instructed. Tears were still streaming down his face and his large lower lip quivering as he did. As soon as his head was turned in Peter's direction there was another click and a flash of light but in the instant before the flash momentarily blinded him he saw the camera that Master Peter was holding. The butler got a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized that the snooty eighteen year old was taking picture of his well-spanked backside.

"Okay Geoffrey you may dress and go back to work now."

The butler turned and faced Peter, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Thank-you Master Peter. May I ask what you intend to do with those pictures you took?"

Peter looked at him thoughtfully and replied, "That depends on you."

"On me?"

"Yes, not only do I have pictures of you from behind but also I have one with your face in it. I guess what I'm getting at is this. I own you now Geoffrey. You will do exactly as I say when I say the way I say. If you comply the pictures will never be seen by another living soul. If you disobey or step out of line I will post them on the Internet for the world to see your big fat spanked ass. Understood?"

Geoffrey realized a new hatred for this spoiled punk. He knew that Master Peter had him right where he wanted him. He had no choice but to say, "Yes, Master Peter I understand." It was at that point Geoffrey realized that the words "Master Peter" took on a whole new meaning. For years Geoffrey knew that Peter loved having him refer to him as Master. But now it was no longer just a term of respect now Peter truly was Geoffrey's Master and Geoffrey would have to bow to his every whim. Geoffrey shuddered at this thought as he dressed and hurried out of the eighteen year olds room wondering what Peter would have in store for him next. He was certain of one thing this was not the end but only the beginning.

The End