SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM MASTER 16
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
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As soon as I had finished pissing, Master pulled me by the chain to the trunk of the car we had come it, which was now open. He motioned with his head and I knew instantly he wanted me to climb into the trunk. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, this was not going to be easy, but the other guys quickly lent a hand, lifting my legs, supporting my torso and within seconds I was laying on my side in the trunk of the car. Master Kitagawa smiled before he slammed the trunk closed, and I felt the warmth and extreme joy of having please my master wash over me as the car engine started and the vehicle began moving.
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We drove for some time while I lay naked and cuffed in the trunk of Masters car. I could hear them talk in Japanese but had no idea what they were discussing. I would hear them discuss something, sometimes loudly, then laugh, followed by a brief silence before the whole cycle would begin again. It was an odd feeling being naked in the trunk of the car, feeling the movement, hearing the engine and road noise, but having no real idea where we were going or how long it would take.
As I thought about how many strangers had just seen me stark naked, on my knees in the middle of a dance club, sucking the cocks of a group of guys who obviously controlled me, my own cock throbbed and pulsated, and yet there was also the lurking fear that someone I knew outside of this `other' world may have witnessed everything. Strangely, that created some trepidation, but also some intense ecstasy.
When I first met Master Kosugi I dreamed and fantasized about being taken, used, and controlled as a complete sex slave but I didn't really expect to experience it so fully and completely. I wanted to be fucked in public in my fantasies, and I now had been at more than one party Master had taken me to. I wanted to be kept naked and bound for use at any time, and Master frequently did this, including sharing me with his close circle of trusted fellow Masters. I was viewed by them as a sex whore, for them to use when Master Kosugi allowed. Pictures and video of my submission and sexual use had been shared by Master and his friends, and who knows whomever else had seen them or viewed them.
I was wondering just how many people had seen me bound, naked, being fucked at both ends and drinking the cum and piss of multiple of Masters friends when the car slowed to a gentle stop and I heard the engine shut off. There was some discussion and laughter and finally I heard the doors being opened and felt the sway of the suspension as people exited the car. I waited in anticipation of the trunk opening, but nothing happened. A few moments later I heard the doors slam shut and felt the impact in the rocking car. Suddenly the latch to the trunk clicked and Master Kitagawa stood before the opening truck lid smiling.
As they pulled me from the trunk I realized we were by the side of the road in what appeared to be the countryside. As I tried to look around, I realized there were a few cars driving on the highway just off to our left. My attention was snapped back to Master Kitagawa by a slap to my face.
"You did good tonight bitch, so I'm going to give you a nice reward." He said smiling as my eyes fixed on the ground between his feet.
"You like being naked in public, so now is your chance."
"Yes Sir" I replied immediately.
"We'll meet you at Exit 43 on the other side of the highway, southbound. You have two hours or we leave without you. The exit is that way" Master said as he pointed behind him.
"Yes S...." I tried to reply when he grabbed me by the head and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth and used his other hand to tug on my balls and squeeze my cock. The other three guys who were also present did likewise. As the last kissed me he spat directly onto my face before unclipping the leash still attached to my collar. All four casually walked to the car, got it, started up the engine, and drove off leaving me stark naked, barefoot, handcuffed, on a single lane dirt road that ran beside some fields next to the highway. I watched as the red lights of the car disappeared into the distance and turned to begin walking towards exit 43.
The dirt road was pretty hard packed with small stones strewn around it, but it wasn't too tough to walk on. I had no idea what time it was, where I was, how far away exit 43 was, or how well traveled this dirt road was, but I was excited and my cock was hard and dripping as it swung from side to side. I walked, jogged, and ran every now and again as the odd car would pass on the highway. There were no lights illuminating the dirt road, but I was convinced, or perhaps just hoping, that people on the highway would be able to see me, a naked white boy running alongside.
I carefully approached the first of what looked like a paved road that ran at right angles to the dirt road I was on. The dirt road rose about twelve feet up to the level of the paved road and I saw an illuminated sign indicating Exit 39 HWY 15. I had four more exits to cover, and I knew that in the countryside, exits could be miles and miles apart. Master had given me two hours. Would that be enough? How long had I been going already? I looked left and right to ensure no traffic was coming and ran across the paved road to find that the dirt road did indeed continue on, parallel to the highway. I decided to jog to the next exit to see how far it would be.
My cock bounced up and down in a very exciting way as I jogged, every now and again stepping on a sharp pebble or piece of wood which caused me to wince and almost lose my balance. Jogging naked was not a problem, it was actually a lot of fun in a sense, but doing so barefoot in the dark or a hard rutted dirt road was more difficult. I was breathing pretty hard when I finally saw the rise ahead of me and realized I was approaching another cross road. I looked left and right, stepped out onto the paved road and crossed it only to find that the dirt road did not continue. I was faced with a bank of trees. The sign was there indicating Exit 40 HWY 15 but there appeared to be no other road leading off the road before the bridge crossed over the highway. Should I walk away from the bridge to see if the dirt road continued further into the fields, or should I cross the bridge and hope there was a road on the other side of the highway, or would I have to walk
along the side of the highway itself? My heart began pounding as I stood and weighed up the alternatives.
I walked carefully forward up the slight rise towards the sign and the highway. Every minute or so a car passed under the bridge on the highway going North or South. I tried to scan the opposite side of the highway but could not really make out much as the side of the highway was higher than the fields on the other side, just as they were on this side of the highway. I could clearly see that there was no dirt road next to the highway on this side, only a series of large fields, so I decided to cross. I would have nowhere to hide if a vehicle appeared when I was on the bridge and that thought frightened and excited me all at the same time. I looked up and down the road I was standing on, and up and down the highway. Nothing coming. Ok....let's go and I ran, naked, collared, barefoot, and handcuffed as fast as I could over the four lanes of the highway to the other side.
As I ran off the bridge on the opposite side, I noticed a line that paralleled the highway, and as I walked down the slope of the paved road I saw the familiar dirt road drop down to the field level and snake away to the North. I was congratulating myself on my decision to cross the bridge, when a set of headlights suddenly lit up the sky from the other side of the bridge I had just crossed. My heart almost stopped and I felt my stomach tense into a surprisingly painful knot. Without thinking I quickly ran down the embankment to my right to get off the road, but in the dark and in a hurry in missed a step and lost my balance completely. Without my hands to break my fall, I fell face first into what was fortunately some tall thick grass by the side of a small stream. As I rolled through the grass and fell into about two feet of very cold water I heard the car pass by above me.
At first I freaked out as I thought I'd fallen into much deeper water. In the dark I couldn't see, and as the wind had been knocked out of me when I first fell I was desperate for air, but my head was under water. I hit the muddy bottom of the stream and managed to get my knees under me which allowed me to get my head out of the water to catch my breath. Water was running in my eyes, and I was gasping for air. I shook my head to clear some of the water from my face and shivered and shook for a while before I finally had my breathing under control. I stood up carefully in the muddy steam bottom and threw myself face down onto the back through the long grass, rolling sideways to get my legs up onto the bank. I rolled through the grass and down a short slope right onto part of the dirt road that detoured along the stream and ended just feet away from where I was lying.
I struggled to my feet, cold, wet, now covered in mud and walked alongside the stream to reach the main portion of the dirt road which led a winding path along the side of the highway. There were about five wide fields between myself and the next group of trees which suggested the next highway exit. I began running, party to try to wick the water from my naked, goose-fleshed skin, and also to warm myself up a bit. As my feet were now wet, they quickly became caked in dirt and as I ran my cock slowly became hard again after deflating completely in the cold of the stream. I reached the trees and realized it was merely a break in the fields and there were another set of about eight fields before me. I was about to walk through the trees when I caught a metallic glint just below me and realized there was a series of six strands of barbed wire loosely connected to some posts just on the other side of the trees. I looked up and down the length of the fence
but could not see a break. The strands were too close together for me to get through easily without my hands, and I certainly didn't want to leave anything important on the fence as I went through. I decided to walk along the fence toward the highway to see if there was an opening, or an easier part to cross. Nothing. I was within fifteen feet of the highway at this point when I decided I would have to walk along the side of the fence to clear this obstacle.
Every few minutes I'd kneel down as a car sped passed me on the highway. My cock was rock hard as I thought of all those people in the cars, driving by me, concentrating on the road or the music in their cars, oblivious to the slutty white sex whore lurking stark naked beside the road. While the car lights illuminated the side of the highway a little, the trucks freaked me out a little more. The were taller and their lights seemed to pick me out and make my white skin reflect in the night. I was sure a few of the many trucks which passed me on that stretch of the highway must have seen me, and I half expected the California Highway Patrol to screech up at any moment.
I finally reached Exit 41 after what had seemed like hours. I was truly getting a little worried. I loved being stark naked out here, so close to so many people, and being handcuffed I had no option but to let my hard cock swing free and visible to all who notices me. But there was a nagging concern that Master Kitagawa had ordered me to be there in two hours or he'd level me here, miles outside of San Francisco, stark naked, with no ID, no money, no way to get home. Would he actually do that? I certainly didn't want to test Master Kitagawa in this way, but I also wondered if I was taking way too long to make this journey to exit 43.
I finally passed exit 42 and after a dozen or two more fields and two more little streams I had to ford, I saw the rise and the bridge crossing the highway that told me it was the next exit, number 43. I approached it and stepped out onto the paved surface, looking left then right for the car, but there was nothing. I felt my heart begin to race, my mouth went dry and I began swallowing involuntarily despite a lack of saliva. Then I thought, perhaps they parked on the other side of the highway. This, of course, would mean crossing the bridge that spanned the highway. I tried to check both directions of the road that led away from the bridge but saw nothing, so I began walking over the bridge. I reached the center of the bridge and began walking down the slight dip toward the road on the other side when I suddenly heard the engine noise. I turned to see how far behind me it was when I was hit by a blinding wall of light that seemed to be just a few feet
in front of me. I froze in panic and the lights went off just as quickly as they had turned.
Momentarily blinded I stood frozen on the spot, resigned to my fate when I heard "You're late you fucking stupid whore, and you're fucking filthy."
There was humor in Master Kitagawa's voice, and his three friends chuckled.
"Get on your fucking knees you slut"
I knelt down on the paved road as they approached me and surrounded me. I heard zippers open and a stream of warm piss from Master Kitagawa hit me square in the face. I ducked my head without thinking.
"Open your fucking mouth you stupid cunt" Master snapped. "Don't waste my fucking water on the ground you ungrateful whore"
I felt a stream of warm piss hit my back just as I lifted my head and opened my mouth in the direction of Master. Immediately my mouth was filled his piss and that of one of his friends who was spraying my entire face and mouth with his forceful stream. As I swallowed as much as I could I felt the warm liquid running down my head, shoulders, chest, back and legs, forming a puddle on the ground. As the streams subsided, Master Kitagawa grabbed me by the collar and pulled me toward the edge of the bridge. Pushing me up against the barrier, bent forward and leaning out over the bridge to face the on-coming traffic, Master rammed his rock hard cock all the way inside me in one swift and punishing movement. I yelled and felt my hips slam against the guard rail just as he pulled all the way out. He slapped my ass hard six or seven times with both hands before ramming all the way back into me again, slamming my hips once again into the guard rail.
Master Kitagawa took his time, pounding me in long, fast, deep thrusts, bouncing my hips off the guard rail as he fucked me. Every now and again he would withdraw completely before ramming back into me. I watched as car after car passed underneath me traveling North and South on the highway below as I was being fucked by a gorgeous Asian guy, and watched by three others who were waiting their turn to fuck me on this highway overpass bridge. I was giving up totally to the rhythm of Master pounding me, gyrating, pulling all the way out only to slam back in when he grabbed me by the collar and pulled me to the ground in front of him between his legs. He pointed his gorgeous cock at me and blew six or seven large, thick, streams of cum into my mouth and over my nose and cheeks, Slapping me on the face he smiled down at me, zipped up his jeans, stepped back and said "Next."
One at a time, Masters friends bent me over the guard rail on the highway overpass and fucked me. Each called me names while they fucked me, and each tried to out do the prior by lasting longer, fucking harder, calling me more names. The last guys grabbed the handcuffs around my wrist to pull me back into him, while he pounded forward with such force that on a couple of occasions my feet lifted clear off the ground and I was convinced I may topple over the edge if not for his grasp on the cuffs. Each turned me around to blow their cum into my mouth and over my face and chest.
"What a fucking whore" "A real sleazy sex cunt" "Fucking bitch boy"
All were calling me names as I knelt on the paved surface looking down at the ground. I felt mildly embarrassed at these strangers whose names I did not even know having just used and fucked me as they did....but I was also high with endorphins.
"Ok Bitch" Master Kitagawa finally send. "You were late, so enjoy your long walk home."
"Yes Sir" I said, not really believing he would do this to me.
"Smile for the camera bitch, before we go." He added and as I looked up I realized they had been filming the whole thing on video.
They laughed as they walked back to the car, jumped in, and drove off they way they had come over the bridge. I was totally speechless and shocked. They wouldn't leave me here stark naked with my hands cuffed behind my back and cum all over my face. They couldn't, could they ? I watched as their car made the right run onto the highway access road, sure at any moment that they would stop and wait for me to run to them. They continued down the access road and onto the highway, gaining speed under the very bridge I was now watching them from in abject shock. I watched as their car disappeared into the distance, the red rear lights becoming smaller and smaller.
Shit, I thought. What the fuck am I going to do now. I'm stark naked and handcuffed about thirty miles from San Francisco with no money, no ID, no fucking way to get home. Shit! How could they do this to me. What the hell was I going to do?
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