SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM MASTER 19
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
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"You may be hungry bitch." Master said as he slipped a steel dog bowl under the small opening in the cage door. With that he went into the house, closed and then locked the back door, and I saw the kitchen light go out. I shuffled over to the dog bowl and found it had two separate depressions. Inside one of the depressions was a cool liquid with no aroma which I quickly realized was water. In the other was some dried fruit and nuts
which I had to eat by using my tongue. I had not realized just how hungry and thirsty I was until I was crouching over that bowl. I devoured everything on the food side and slurped noisily at the water side, oblivious to the fact that I was eating like a dog, naked in a cage. Once I finished, I tried to find a comfortable position to lay or sit in to spend
the night, but with my hands still cuffed behind my back this was no easy task. I turned, re-positioned, shuffled, and wriggled for quite some time before exhaustion took over and I drifted into sleep.
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I was in the ocean, deep under water, struggling to swim up toward the light I could see above me yet still being dragged deeper and deeper into the abyss below. I kicked and kicked with all of my might to propel myself upward towards the surface, and the air that I knew I so desperately needed but it seemed pointless. Fear, then ultimately resignation took over me before an explosion of light and cold brought me suddenly to my senses. The garden hose was sweeping a freezing path over my prone naked body as I awoke from my dram. I jumped at the realization and coldness of the water coming from the hose, and turned my head away from the stream of water, trying to catch my breath in the cold assault.
"Good bitch.' Master Kitagawa said as though praising a family dog.
"Now you've had your shower, time for you to give me mine."
Master turned off the hose, unlocked the gate to the cage I had evidently slept soundly in for some time, naked, handcuffed, and collared. As I tried to roll onto my knees to shuffle out of the cage, every muscle and every joint in my body complained bitterly. I actually groaned as I finally gained my knees and haltingly shuffled my way to the cage entrance where Master was crouching in a pair of sweatpants, smiling broadly, waiting to clip the chain leash to my collar.
In a tremendously generous gesture I thought, Master reached out, putting his arms around my back under my armpits and slowly helped me to stand up to my full height. Once fully upright, he held me for some time, hugging me tightly in a warm and loving embrace that I could happily have remained in forever. Sadly, finally, inevitably, he released the embrace, looking me straight in the eyes with a broad and astonishingly gorgeous smile as he clipped the leash to the front of my collar.
"Come on boy" he said gently as he turned toward the kitchen door, tugging gently on my leash for me to follow him.
"We have a lot to do today."
He led me through the kitchen, upstairs, and into the small but neat bathroom. Turning me around tenderly by my shoulders, Master unlocked and removed the handcuffs that I had worn for so long now, that they were almost an integral part of me, as much as the collar, the ball stretcher, and my balls within it. My arms felt stiff and heavy as they swung by my side, though I resisted the strong temptation to rub each wrist on the sore red welts left by the hard steel.
Standing naked in the bathroom, Master ran his hands over every inch of my shoulders, back, chest, abdomen, ass, upper thighs, and arms, tracing the lines left by the belt whipping his friends had forced me to endure, and the bruises left by their kicks. None were so deep, so intense, that they were a serious cause for concern, but I bruise pretty easily and a few of the more tender spots were already an ugly shade of yellowish, brown, slowly turning to a darker bruise.
"You really do enjoy it rough, don't you boy" Master said, again, more as an observation and comment than as a question.
"Sir, Yes Sir" I replied, my cock hardening as I thought about what other plans Master Kitagawa may come up with after last nights adventure.
Master's solid slap on my right ass cheek brought me quickly back to reality as his hands on my shoulders turned me around to face him again once more. His gaze seemed to penetrate deep into my soul, deep into my darkest and most embarrassing desires. I smiled like a little child, embarrassed, and looked down to the ground, but his fingers below my chin brought my face up to meet his gaze once again and he kissed me tenderly on the lips with his eyes closed. My family, my friends, my work, my interests, all dissolved in that moment with Master Kitagawa. My life, my existence, my all was his and Master Kosugi's. I knew, in that moment, what I wanted, desired, needed. I was theirs, forever, for whatever they wished.
I showered Master while kneeling before him in the shower, drinking his morning piss as I did so. I stepped out of the shower naked and wet to dry Master with a warm towel that hung over a luke warm radiator, beginning with his hair and working down his gorgeous dark skinned body. I massaged lotion into every minute portion of his body, savoring every moment of contact with him. I knelt beside him, still slightly wet from the shower, with my head bowed to his feet as he shaved, brushed his teeth, and gelled his hair. I followed him on all fours out of the bathroom and down the hall to his bedroom where he directed me to his chest of drawers and closet to retrieve a pair of boxers, a pair of basketball shorts and a polo shirt that he would wear today. I dressed him and marveled at how absolutely gorgeous he was, and at my fortune in being ordered to serve such an Asian god.
I followed Master back down stairs, still on my hands and knees, through the kitchen to the back yard and around the side of his house to a door which led to the garage. Master unlocked the door and I followed him inside to a small area I the corner which was obscured from the rest of the garage space by a sliding door. It contained a toilet, a sink, a shower head and a drain in the floor.
"You have ten minutes boy." Master said as I knelt next to him. "Clean out the bucket in your cage and get yourself clean, then wait for me in the cage. You'll find toothpaste and a toothbrush on the sink. Wait in the cage when you are done"
"Sir, Yes Sir" I responded, but Master probably only hear the first Sir, as he immediately turned and walked out of the door toward the back yard.
Staying on my hands and knees like a dog, I crawled back to the cage to retrieve the bucket with my effluent from the night before. I cringed as I smelled the horrible deposit I'd left, yet got hard as I thought about the events that had created that bucket full of piss, cum, and shit. Carrying the bucket our of the cage, down the porch steps and around to the garage while still on my hands and knees was more difficult than I at first imagined it would be, but I finally managed. I quickly dumped it's contents into the toilet and flushed. I examined the shower and realized it was connected to the cold water tap in the sink, so I turned it on, stepped under the cold stream of water, and brushed my teeth as the freezing water cascaded over me. I didn't take too long, but I did rub every inch of myself before the cold water got a little too much and I shut it off. Shivering and still dripping wet from head to toe, I crawled once again back to the cage
on the porch, crawling inside and waiting on all fours facing the cage door for Master to come for me.
I heard typical neighborhood noises all around me. Cars driving, children playing, dogs barking occasionally, birds chirping, life going on as normal. As I slowly dried in the warmth of the day, I smiled to myself thinking about how normal and natural this felt to me, to be kneeling on all fours in a steel cage on Master's back porch, stark naked, collared, waiting eagerly for him to return and use me as the fucking whore I am. How unnatural this would seem to many of the neighbors surrounding Master, yet how completely and fully I embraced and desired this life.
Master finally came out from the kitchen with that so familiar smile on his gorgeous face. He beckoned me out of the cage with a simple hand gesture and beckoned me to stand up, which I immediately did without a word being exchanged. Master held out what I could tell was a pair of white nylon soccer shorts with a colorful logo emblazoned on the left leg and a white tank top.
"Put these on boy" he said.
"Sir, Yes Sir" I responded. I took the shorts and stepped into them, pulling them up to my waist. They were somewhat loose fitting but quite compared with the shorts most Americans wear, coming down to cover just about a quarter of my thighs. My cock forced the material of the shorts out on the left side and Master reached out to stroke my cock through the shorts.
I found the label on the back of the tank top and pulled it over my head, only to find that the armpits on this shirt reached all the way down to my waist and the neck line was extremely low cut, reaching down to the middle of my chest. The shirt hung very loosely and the gentle breeze of the day readily moved it to expose the majority of my torso.
Master then produced a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a light steel chain and fixed them to my nipples underneath the tank top. I winced and took in a breath as the clamps first bit down, and tensed for a minute or so as Master smiled, looking directly at me until the immediacy of the pain subsided.
"Follow me boy" Master said as he turned to walk into the kitchen.
We walked through the house, Master closing and locking the kitchen door as we went. At the front door Master told me to put on a pair of flip flops that were on the porch before he closed and locked the front door. He then led me back to where he had parked the car the night before, telling me to walk one or two steps behind him at all times.
As I walked I looked down at the ground, at Masters feet, as he walked before me. I was embarrassed to be dressed as I was, exposing so much whipped and bruised flesh to any who wished to look, exposing the nipple clamps so obvious as the tank top fluttered in the light breeze as we walked, and with the steel collar still affixed around my neck for all to see. My face burned with embarrassment as I walked, and my cock ached for attention and tented the thin nylon shorts in a most obscene way, and as I hated every second of that walk, I also craved it and wanted it. My heart pounded to the point where I was sure it could be seen and heard by those passing me by on the street. Every moment of laughter I heard from those on the streets, I was sure was directed at myself and my predicament.
We finally reached the car and I walked to the trunk, expecting to be transported just as I had been the night before. Master smiled at me as he unlocked the trunk and opened the lid. I looked at him before climbing into the trunk, but unexpectedly he closed the trunk again and laughed good naturedly.
"Today you can ride up front boy" he said, as he passed me, unlocked the drivers door and motioned for me to get in. I slipped into the drivers seat and he handed me the ignition key before he walked around and slipped into the passenger seat.
"We're going to the Boat Slip restaurant for brunch boy. Do you know it?" Master asked.
"Sir, Yes Sir" I dutifully replied.
"Good, then drive boy" Master said as he reclined the passenger seat and relaxed for the journey.
I drove Masters car through town to the bay side where the restaurant was located at a former boat slip, hence the name. Now converted from a sailing boat manufacturers into a well established and quite popular restaurant which sat right on the San Francisco bay with amazing views over the water. Parking was always a little tough though.
"Drop me off here boy, and come back when you find parking" Master said as we passed the entrance to the restaurant. I stopped to let Master out and drove on for about a quarter of a mile before I found a parking spot.
As I walked back towards the restaurant I realized that, while I'd been stark naked in at night in public places with both Master Kosugi and Master Kitagawa, and on the way to the car Master Kitagawa had made me walk behind him with a collar and nipple clamps on, I was now walking by myself in daylight, looking so much like the slutty whore I was. It was a strange revelation. No one who saw me could possible imagine anything else, right. I was walking with a steel collar around my neck and nipple clamps barely hidden by my slutty and flimsy white tank top. The whip and beating marks still visible on my torso, arms, and legs from the night before, and I was wearing a tiny, thin pair of nylon shorts which did little to hide my engorged cock underneath. How could anyone seeing me presume anything else, other than to recognize me for what I am. A slutty, sex whore, faggot, who wants to be treated like a worthless slave.
As I approached the restaurant I saw Master waiting outside with the Asian guys from last evening, smiling, joking, and enjoying casual conversation. Master glanced at me as I approached them, smiling casually before ignoring me and returning to his conversation. I approached and stood just behind Master, head down, arms behind my back, feet spread slightly apart. They chatted for quite some time with a few other groups of people being called in by the waiter staff for their table until finally our group was called. I dutifully allowed all to go ahead of me and followed Master and the group into the restaurant, painfully, humiliatingly aware of the stares and comments I was generating by my dress, my collar, and the fact that I was the only white boy walking in with a group of seven Asian guys.
We were led to a table and I was totally unsure of whether I would sit in a chair, kneel by Masters side, or sit on the ground under the table. They all sat and Master smiled at me, nodding gently to an open chair just next to him. They continued their conversation unabated as I took my seat next to Master. Master slipped his left had inside my tank top and began fingering my nipple clamps gently, causing me to wince and shimmie in my seat slightly. I glanced up to him and saw him looking directly at me with a warm smile on his face, as he flicked the nipple clamp a little harder before returning his hand to the table and lifting a menu to choose his brunch. I had a menu in front of me also, but knew better than to pick it up.
"You had fun last night huh bitch!" said one of Master friends, just loud enough I thought for the tables next to us to have heard. It was the first English I'd heard, so I knew he was talking to me.
"Yes Sir" I said as I looked up to make eye contact on my response. He was smiling broadly and I felt my face flush as I responded. I quickly looked back down to the menu on the table.
"I could tell boi. You were hard the whole time as we fucked the shit out of you. What a fucking whore" he added in a tone that suggested contempt and disdain, but when I looked up to say "Yes Sir" he was smiling.
"What kind of weirdo are you bitch. We whipped the crap out of you and seven people you never met before fucked you in the ass, in the mouth, pissed and came all over you, and you enjoyed it."
The others at the table laughed and made comments in Japanese, clearly commenting on the situation last night and on me -- or perhaps my embarrassing situation at the present.
The Master who was insulting me was sitting next to me. He leaned over, grabbing my head with one hand and pressing his lips up to my ears while his left hand slipped up the leg of my shorts to grab my hardening cock.
"You are one hot fucking twisted bitch boi. I'll have to ask Kosugi San to rent you to me for a weekend when he gets back, so I can fuck you and whip the shit out of you all weekend. Piss in your mouth all weekend, and have my friends come by to fuck you while you're tied up naked in my dark, damp, cold basement. What do you think bitch, you wanna be my slave for a weekend?"
As he continued to squeeze my cock, it responded on it's own, throbbing and leaking pre-cum.
"Sir, Yes Sir" I said, not sure how I should respond, but I was sure that I was tremendously turned on.
"Ha" he laughed loudly and said something immediately in Japanese to the group. They laughed and commented to Master Kitagawa who leaned in to whisper in my other ear.
"So boi, you'd rather be with Jun that with me?" Master Kitagawa asked questioningly "or with Kosugi San?"
I looked between both Masters who were smiling at me, waiting for an answer, and realized they were teasing me.
"Sir, I'll do whatever you want me to Sir" I said quickly, looking directly at Master Kitagawa.
Both laughed and Master Jun slapped me hard on the back, almost knocking me completely out of the plastic lawn chair I was sitting in, and he finally let go of my cock, leaving it rock hard and tenting my shorts.
The waiter came back and began taking the brunch orders one at a time, walking slowly around the large table we were sitting at. Master Kitagawa ordered pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs for himself then added carefully "and my boy here will have the oatmeal with mixed fruit and a large glass of orange juice."
I glanced up and noticed the waiter smile, almost knowingly as he glanced back at me while writing on his pad. I felt my face flush bright red once again as the waiter passed behind me to take the last order of the table from Master Jun. As Master Jun ordered, he reached over and grabbed my still engorged cock through my shorts and I jumped as though he had just slapped me full force. I looked at him horrified, that he would play with me in front of the waiter, in broad daylight, in the middle of a restaurant. Master Jun ordered and asked the waiter casually if he thought that was enough food.
"I think you will have plenty of meat on your hands" the waiter replied and laughed along with the others at the table.
The brunch went off pretty uneventfully for the rest of the meal, with the Masters all talking in Japanese with the exception of the odd comment to me about how I enjoyed being fucked in one way or another, or how my whip marks were healing and so on. Finally the meal was completed and the waiter returned with the bill.
"I hope you don't mind me asking" the waiter said as he placed the bill on the table. "Is he really your boy' ". He added emphasis to the boy' but seemed truly intrigued.
"He is our white sex slave" replied Master Kitagawa nonchalantly.
"No way" the waiter responded doubtfully. "For real?" he added.
"Absolutely" replied Master Jun, adding "we all fucked the shit out of him just last night."
"Wow, no way. Really. Cool" he added uncertainly, before leaving to give us time to settle the bill.
"Now the entire restaurant staff will know what a whore you are bitch" Master Jun said to me, kissing me on the cheek.
While that struck me slightly, I had been experiencing the realization that the entire restaurant had already figured out exactly what was going on from the moment we walked in. I was dressed like a boy whore, wearing a collar and nipple clamps, with my semi-hard cock clearly outlined in the light shorts I was wearing, walking behind seven hot Asian guys who were all speaking in Japanese. I sat with my head down and only spoke to them when I was spoken to in English. How could anyone here not know exactly what was going on. I was in public, in daylight, as a subservient slave to seven Asian gods, and I was rock hard right now.
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