SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 08
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
"There are six steps up in front of you," I heard Master Rashid say in front of me. "Step up now."
I lifted my right foot high and moved it forward then down and found a hard stone surface under my foot. Master Hadi grabbed me by my elbows as I stepped up and I felt reassured that I would not fall or trip as I stood up on the first step. We repeated the process until I heard a wooden door creak open on what sounded like old rusty hinges. Another tug of the leash and my feet hit what felt like wooden floorboard below me. The sound around me changed immediately, more muffled, and I realized I'd stepped from outside into a room of some sort. Maser Hadi released my elbows and slapped my right ass cheek solidly, with a loud slapping sound reverberating around the room.
"Good boy," Master Hadi said as I heard the door close behind me.
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I heard both Masters moving around me and shifting things in the room, but with the hood still in place I could not see anything. The chatted to each other and chuckled occasionally as I stood, droplets of water from the hosing outside, running down my torso and my legs to the floor. I became more aware again of the band around my balls which seemed to push them down in the sack. It was nowhere nearly as painful as on the car journey, yet it was definitely there. My ass then came back into my sphere of attention, and the strongest urge I'd had yet that I wanted to squeeze out whatever was stuck in my hole, and the things inside my ass. I shifted a little to try to ease the growing sense of discomfort, but no position seemed to alleviate that sensation of really needing to take a shit, but being unable to.
Fingers on my neck in the back were the first contact with the Masters I had in what seemed like at least five or ten minutes, while I stood naked, hooded, cuffed and wet for their pleasure and at their command. The collar was removed and replaced with the now familiar heavy steel collar from my first experience with Master Rashid last weekend. I felt it close and press on my collar bones as I stood with my head bowed. While the collar was being secured, hands also began to work in the handcuffs, removing first my right, then the left. Strangely even after they were removed, their solid presence seemed to remain. It still felt as though the steel surrounded my wrists, though I knew they did not. Once freed, I immediately put my hands behind my back, grabbing the back of one hand with the palm of the other. I desperately wanted to rub my wrists, or grab my ass to figure out what was impaling me, but I resisted – just.
Something at the base of the hood was released and it was finally pulled up and off my head. From the almost total darkness of the hood, the brightness of this room was painful and I had to squeeze my eyes closed tight, blinking repeatedly as I tried to give them time to adjust.
"Down," I heard Master Rashid order, though I still could not open my eyes long enough to make him out. "On your hands and knees, bitch."
I squatted down by bending my knees and immediately felt a shooting pain course through my guts as I also felt the tug of the duct tape stretched across my ass cheeks. I whimpered and started to try to straighten up, intent of finding a less painful way to comply, only to feel two hands on my shoulders pushing me forcefully down to my knees.
"Get fucking down when your told to, boy," I heard Master Hadi say from behind me, presuming it was his hands forcing me painfully to my knees.
The pain shot through my guts again as my knees hit the hardwood floor and I fell forward onto both hands. Fortunately, down on all fours was actually less painful than bending forward so I was grateful for the relief. As I knelt there on all fours, my eyes began to adjust and I saw my chest, abdomen and legs underneath me. Two rather large bulldog clips were still attached, one on each nipple. Strangely I didn't feel much pain from them right now, but I knew that would change in a heartbeat when they were removed and the blood returned to them. My cock was, as always, rock hard, throbbing and leaking a little pre-cum. A solid slap on my ass made yelp quickly and I lifted my head to see Master Rashid walking away from me towards a very solid looking wooden door just ten feet away or so.
"Get moving, boy," Master Hadi commanded and I immediately began to crawl on my hands and knees in the direction Master Rashid was leading with a quick "Yes, Sir."
As I crawled quickly after Master Rashid, I looked briefly to my left and right to scan the room. It seemed very much like a storage room. No more than ten or twelve feet wide, lined on each side with shelves and a variety of boxes, jars, and cans of all shapes, sizes and colors on each shelf. It smelled a little musty and damp, now that the hood had been removed. I hadn't noticed the smell before. Perhaps the rainstorm outside had something to do with that?
Master Rashid opened the door and stepped into a brightly lit hallway ahead. I could see another set of large, tall very elegant wood doors at the end of a long hallway. The floor was a flawless brilliantly white marble, as were the stairs on the left leading up and away from the hallway. As I passed through the doorway from the storage room into the hallway, I looked up and saw the ceiling tower way, way above me with a skylight directly in the center. The walls on either side of the hallway were paneled with a rich dark colored wood and had numerous very expensive looking enormous paintings hanging in elaborate frames on the walls.
As I crawled on my hands and knees following Master Rashid, I noticed he was barefoot, and I became conscious of the little slapping sounds his feet made as he strode purposefully down the hallway past the stairs and on through one of two doorways to the right. I followed as quickly as I could, through the discomfort of whatever was filling my ass, and the hardness of the marble on my knees didn't allow me to make the best time and Master Rashid turned out of view while I was still around eight paces behind him.
As I passed the staircase I notices the hallway stretched an equal distance on either side of the stairs, and a set of doors to the left, similar to the ones Master had just passed through to my right. I crawled as quickly as I could and into the room in pursuit of Master, aware that Master Hadi was following closely behind me. The room was enormous, ornate, with hardwood floors, expensive leather furniture, wooden tables and yet more very large and expensive looking paintings hanging on the wall. My nakedness and lowly status seemed all the more apparent on entering this very opulent and refined room. I felt my face flush red, and my cock throb even harder as I crawled stark naked towards my Master in my hands and knees.
Master snapped his fingers and pointed to an imaginary mark just in front of him, as he stood before a huge marble fireplace that stood almost as tall as Master Rashid himself. I scurried over and laid my forehead on the hardwood floor, putting my hands behind my back and tried to ignore the pressure I felt in my guts from the things stuffed in my asshole.
Master Rashid walked away from me, but I remained in position, my eyes fixed on the hardwood floor below me. Master Rashid and Master Hadi began talking in that foreign language once again as I head a tinkling sound and the sound of a cap being unscrewed from a bottle. They were having drinks, clearly. I remained in place. My thoughts were totally occupied by the idea that surely Master Rashid couldn't own this entire home. There had to be others living here, and I felt so completely naked and exposed, despite being inside a home. It was so odd and strange. I had just run completely naked through fields for miles outdoors, and yet I felt more exposed kneeling naked with my head to the floor inside this room. The Masters continued to talk, and I heard Master Hadi's mobile phone ring, which he answered.
A few moments later I heard a double snapping of fingers from off to my left.
"Come here boy," Master Rashid commanded. I quickly spun around and crawled over on my hand and knees to where he sat on a large leather chair, with a large drink in one hand. Master Hadi was seated in a similar leather chair, opposite Master Rashid, and both were separated by a low very expensive and ornate coffee table which had very intricate and beautiful inlaid wood patterns in a unique symmetrical arrangement. Master Hadi was still talking excitedly on his mobile in that foreign language but I noticed his eyes followed me as I crawled across the dark hardwood floor and onto the equally beautiful and intricately patterned rug that the chairs and table stood on.
"I fucking LOVE you, bitch," Master Rashid said lovingly as I reached where he was sitting. His left index finger pointed to the floor just to the side of him and I immediately placed by forehead on the rug at that spot.
He grabbed me by the head and lifted my face up towards him and he kissed me forcefully on the mouth, one hand holding the back of my head while his other grabbed a handful of my hair. Masters tongue played with my own as he removed his mouth for a moment, and quickly replaced it kissing me again, and again a number of times. I felt my cock twinge every time he forced his lips against mine and every time he tightened and relaxed his grip on my hair. I looked directly into his dark captivating eyes as he kissed me and I was in ecstasy. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Where I had fantasized about being so many times before. This was – this was right. This was a moment I didn't want to stop.
I was stark naked, collared, crawling on my hands and knees like a dog in the home of one extraordinarily handsome Arab guy who was at least a few years older than me. I was his play thing. His toy. I would happily and willingly to almost anything he asked of me right now. Anything. I had stripped naked in the middle of Winter on a dark rainy night because he told me to. I had run naked for a mile or so because he told me to. I had been accosted and fucked by a complete stranger, swallowing his cock and cum, because Master had arranged it, and I loved that he had done that. This new stranger knew more about my deepest, darkest inner desires and fantasies than any of my closest friends or family members. He had seen me debase myself and provide myself willingly and eagerly to Master Rashid. I was now his play thing as much as Master Rashid's, and I felt even more elated and ecstatic at his knowledge and presence at this moment. I relished the thought of his eyes watching me as I knelt naked before Master Rashid.
"I can't really believe Hugh gave you up to me," Master Rashid finally said to me as he stopped kissing me and instead of grasping and pulling my hair he now stroked his fingers through it, much as you would pet a dog. I simply smiled, blushed furiously, and looked down at the ground between his gorgeous light brown bare feet.
Master used a single finger again to return my gaze directly into his, and I smiled more broadly and blushed even more. Master smiled back before glancing over to where Master Hadi sat, still talking on his mobile phone.
"I have wanted to own a boy like you since I was a kid," Master said to me in such a loving and warm tone. I thought I was literally going to explode with a fury of different emotions welling up inside. My chest became tight and a huge lump in my throat forewarned of the tears that began to well up in my eyes. I had always felt out of place, odd, different at home, in school and with my friends. My fantasies, my desires, my hopes for the future were so vastly different to theirs. I was certain that I was a freak of nature and an abnormality that would spend life alone, never able to experience my desires other than with my own hand and my imagination. Then Master Hugh and Master Rashid suddenly entered my life without warning or planning, and I was in my dream and way, way beyond my wildest fantasies – and I was loving every single cold, wet, nervous, fearful, excited, painful second of it. In that moment, if Master Rashid had asked me to stay with him, naked and enslaved for the rest of my life, never to return home or see my friends or family again, I think I would have said yes in a heartbeat.
"I've dreamed of having super hot stud like yourself that I could keep stark naked all the time for my pleasure, whenever, wherever and however I choose," Master continued.
"A boy who would WANT to do all the things I've fantasized about. A boy I could own as MY property permanently and use as I want to," he continued, observing me carefully as he spoke, but occasionally glancing over at Master Hadi and grinning his slightly twisted and amazingly cute smile.
"A boy I can fuck anytime I want. A boy I can whip, or slap, or torment who keeps coming back for more and more. A boy I can humiliate and use, who loves getting used and abused. A boy I'd be proud to show off to my friends and a boy I'd offer to my friends to use."
"I couldn't believe you were willing to meet with me that first day, and get naked for me in the car right away, before you really knew anything about me. I knew then you were something special."
Master glanced at Master Hadi as he said this, then pulled out his mobile phone and used his thumb to open a video file. He then turned it around so I could see the display, and see myself naked, during our first meeting the prior weekend, with his face fucking me in the trailer, then ass fucking me, then outside eating food from the ground. I was fascinated to see myself doing those things on this small screen. I had jogged naked many times outdoors on isolated country roads around home. I had played at being a slave in my room in private. I had jerked off many times fantasizing about being fucked and collared and so on – but I'd never actually seen myself submitting in this way, from a third party point of view in a way. I was strangely embarrassed at my degradation, and hugely turned on by the video at the same time.
"I sent this video, and more, to Master Hugh and some of my friends after our first meeting last weekend," Master Rashid said. He paused, staring at me intently.
My eyes widened as the realization dawned that this was no longer an entirely private and secluded submission. Master had show me degrading myself to Master Hugh, who already knew about this, but he'd also shared it with OTHERS who I didn't know. Instantly my fear of being discovered, outed, exposed to my family and friends rushed forwards in an almost unstoppable force. My mouth opened but no words formed as my mind raced to quantify and rationalize what Master had just said, what he had done, and what it meant for me now. Master's grin returned and increased as he saw the realization dawn on me.
"Don't worry too much, boy," he reassured me after a few seconds of me glancing between him and Master Hadi, trying to come up with something, anything to say. "The friends I shared it with enjoy what we do, and they're mostly from Bahrain like Hadi, so you're still safe."
The breath I had been holding without realizing it, in those few moments of fear and concern, released with a huge sigh of relief. Master giggle and ruffled my hair again in a playful way.
"I told you last weekend. I won't do anything to cause you permanent injury or disfigurement, and I won't deliberately cause problems for you with your family or friends."
Master kissed me gently on the lips.
"I meant that and still mean that," he added, glancing at Master Hadi.
"Of course, I do like to make you strip in the freezing rain and see your skinny naked white ass running through the rain in public, so if you're not careful and you get caught, I'm not to blame...right?" he added looking in the direction of Master Hadi.
"Cause you'll be doing a LOT more of that...being stark bollocks fucking naked outdoors, in public and in front of a lot of people if you stay with me. It gets me so HARD to get you naked in public like that." Master added as he then showed me some video of me running through the fields earlier in the evening, and getting fucked by Master Hadi outside his scrap yard.
I heard Master Hadi laugh as my mouth dropped open and I looked from Mater Rashid to Master Hadi and back to the mobile phone screen. He had been following me the whole time. He had to be, to get that video footage. He was at a distance, so you couldn't really make out who the skinny, naked, wet, white boy was running through the dark field, but I knew instantly it was me, from earlier in the evening. I knew it was me sucking Master Hadi's cock and being fucked up against the cold steel wall of the scrap yard.
"Are you ok with that boy, cause if your not, you better tell me right now," Master added seriously, looking at me directly, the smile lost from his face and more a look of concern flashing over him.
"It's a lot to demand. More than anyone I've met up till now has been willing to do, boy," he added.
"I never in a million years thought I'd find anyone willing to do what you've done for me already in the last week, boy," he said as I listened intently, still processing that others had seen me doing as Master commanded, other beyond Master Hadi at this point. Others !!
"I fucking LOVE you boy. I want to keep you. I want to use you more and more. I want you to be my slave. I want to own you completely as my boy, my slave, my pet, my sex toy, my property, as anything I want you to be, boy," he added almost excitedly. "But only if that is what you really want."
"If you don't want to do this. If this is too strange or weird or too much for you. If this is more than you can handle I'll understand. Just tell me, ok," he said gently and with concern in his voice.
I instantly feared that maybe he didn't want me anymore, or I had done something to make him doubt me, but it dawned on me that I couldn't see his gorgeous face and smoldering hot eyes as I was blinking so much to clear the tears of emotion from my own eyes. I was so happy, so much in the one single place in the entire world I wanted to be right at that moment, my emotions literally overflowed through my eyes.
"If you don't want to be my boy I'll give you your clothes and I'll drive you home right now. I promise! End of story, no questions, no regrets," he added, almost fearfully. I noticed his glance to Master Hadi who was now also staring at me equally intently.
I gathered myself and my emotions up as much as I could, and looked at Master Rashid through blurry eyes.
"I want to be here Master," I said quietly, then fearing perhaps he hadn't heard me I repeated it louder "I want to be here with you Master. I don't want to be anywhere else, Master. I WANT to be HERE, Sir"
Master Rashid concern broke into a huge captivating smile as he looked at Master Hadi in what seemed like a look of relieved satisfaction, or victory.
"I want to be your property, Master. I love being your slave, Sir. I want to be your slave, Sir," I said, almost falling into his lap as I leaned forward to emphasize my point.
Before Master could respond I added quickly "I LOVE it when you make me strip in public, Sir." I glanced over at Master Hadi and added "I nearly shit myself when Master Hadi caught me, but I LOVED him fucking me and using me too, Sir. I want to do whatever you want me to do, Master."
Master Hadi smiled and laughed out loud. "And I fuckin loved fuckin your hot skinny white ass, boy," he said nodding to Master Rashid in agreement. I noticed he was using his mobile to film me but it didn't bother me at all at this point. I looked from the mobile back to Master Hadi and he added jokingly "No going back on your word now, boy. I got you on vid."
Master Rashid grabbed me and kissed me more forcefully than before as his hands ranged all over my body, tweaking my nipples, stroking my painfully engorged cock and reaching around to finger my hole. I kept my hands by my side, remaining in my kneeling position until Master relaxed and pulled away from me, smiling broadly at me. I was in heaven, nirvana, ecstasy. I could have died at that moment and I would have felt fulfilled completely. I smiled broadly, even goofishly I felt, back at Master Rashid. I felt my cock throb and some pre-cum drip from the end of it which I quickly caught with my right hand and transferred to my mouth, licking my fingers clean of the slightly salty ooze.
"DAMN boy, you made me so happy. You MAKE me SO HAPPY!" Master Rashid said as he stroked my hair.
I blushed even more furiously than before if that was at all possible, seeing even my chest blush red. I looked away momentarily, but couldn't resist the draw of Masters gorgeous, angelic like face which pulled my gaze inexorably back to his a moment later, only to have me blush and look away again.
Master Rashid laughed as he turned my face and pulled at my hips to make me turn physically to face Master Hadi, his mobile phone still pointing at me.
"So, of your own free will, and with no coercion, you are here, naked, kneeling on the floor because you want to be. Is that correct?" asked Master Rashid.
Realizing they wanted this on film, I complied instantly. "I want to be here Master Rashid. I chose to be here, naked, collared, on my knees before you as your slave and property, Master. I know I can leave at any time, but I choose to stay, Sir."
"So, you're my property that I can do anything I want to, anywhere, anytime. Is that correct?" Master Rashid asked.
"Master I am completely your property. Do what you want to me, Sir. Whip me, beat me, fuck me, have your friends fuck me, make me swallow your cum, drink you pee. Your wish is my command, Master," I said, staring at the mobile phone in front of me, before glancing up at Master Hadi who was smiling broadly as I spoke and adding "And the wish of your friends is my command also, Master."
Master Rashid thought for a moment before asking, in a surprisingly doubtful tone "And what if...what if I wanted to keep you...like keep you forever as mine?" he asked. Almost to clarify he immediately added "I mean, keep you with me all day, never let you go back home. Keep you here naked and collared. Really keep you as a piece of property, like a dog, as mine to use when I want?"
I had dreamed and fantasized about being kidnapped before, and sold into permanent naked slavery that I could not escape from. It was always a very HOT fantasy and one I wanked to many, many times. Was this really, actually, in reality, a possibility. My mind raced and I became flustered. Half of me wanted to say YES...PLEASE, but another half said wait, you hardly really know this man. What would happen to you in a year, two years, twenty years as you age and he ages.
I stuttered in trying to formulate an answer that didn't insult Master, but also didn't suggest I had no interest at all in that type of arrangement.
"I...I" I hesitated. "I'm not sure, Master," I said looking from the phone, to Master Hadi and back to Master Rashid.
"I've thought about that lots of times, and I wank off to it more times than I can remember, Sir," I continued.
"I'd really LOVE the idea, but I'm not sure I'm ready, Sir," and I immediately felt bad about rejecting the offer.
"I would want YOU to own me permanently Master, if ANYONE, Sir. Of anyone I'd want it to be YOU, SIR," I said looking back over my shoulder at Master Rashid.
He laughed, leaned forward in this chair to stroke my hair and assuaged my fears.
"Don't worry boy. I'm not ready for that yet either, but the idea of keeping a hot stud like you naked and chained up in the basement for me to use whenever I want. Who the fuck WOULDN'T want you naked and available to them all the time?" he consoled, smiling as he did and actually stroking his own engorged cock that was still trapped within his tight black jeans.
"HELL," chimed in Master Hadi. "If YOU don't, I'll take him home and keep him with me for life." He laughed.
"No chance." Master Rashid added in jest. "He's MINE now and you have the vid to prove it."
I saw Master grab a silver bowl from the coffee table to the right of me and felt his hands begin to stroke between my legs, pushing the thing impaling me deeper into my ass and then relaxing it back to its original position again. It was a bit like getting fucked and my horniness got much the better of me as I began to hump my hips back towards Master Rashid. Master Hadi got up and moved around for a better look as Master Rashid pulled whatever impaled me out in one quick tug.
"Aaaarrrrrrrr...www" I exclaimed in some discomfort, but almost immediately, I felt vacant back there and I kinda wished Master would thrust it back into me again. He did, but not before reaching forward, bringing the large black butt plug to my mouth, and forcing it past my lips deep into my mouth.
"Hold it, boy," ordered Master Hadi and I clamped down on the warm butt plug with my teeth. It had a slightly unusual odor and taste, but it wasn't too horrible considering where it had been.
Master then reached around to grab the bull dog clips on each of my nipples. I flinched as his fingers moved them, the pain that had long since subsided and been forgotten returned for a moment as he manipulated them between his fingers. He removed the clip on my left nipple first, in one quick movement. I felt as though he had ripped the skin and my entire nipple off with the clip. Incredibly intense pain burned a fire in my nipple which caused me to scream out in agony and bite down on the butt plug in my mouth at the same time. Tears streamed from my eyes and I screamed and twisted my upper torso to try to escape Masters fingers that were now squeezing and twisting and tugging on my left nipple.
I felt his hands caress clip on my right nipple and I tensed myself for the inevitable, but it didn't come. Instead I felt Master fingers enter my ass hole and begin pushing deep inside, forcing the things he had inserted earlier deeper into my guts. The strong desire to push them out returned and I tensed my guts trying to do so, but a hard slap on my ass told me to relax, which I did. At that moment, the clip on my right nipple was tugged off and I screamed again and I tried involuntarily to pull away from Master Rashid. I was quickly prevented from doing so, and my right nipple was subjected to the same torture my left had endured moments earlier as I screamed in agony, the noise subdued by the butt plug in my mouth.
"Up," Master Rasid commanded and when I was able to open my eyes, I saw him point to the coffee table. I put my hands on the table and jumped up onto it, resting on my hands and knees by the edge of the table. Maser grabbed me under my armpits and pulled me into a squatting position, placing the silver bowl directly below my ass hole. Master Hadi immediately moved right in front of me with his mobile directed at my rock hard and leaking cock.
"Push them out," Master Rashid said, as he took the butt plug from my mouth and dropped it into the bowl below me.
"Yes, Master," I dutifully answered, knowing exactly what he meant.
I tensed my abdomen muscles and pushed grunting and exhaling loudly as the first popped out of my hole suddenly with a loud clang as it hit the bowl below. I looked down to see what had come out of my ass and saw a large silver colored sphere about the size of a snooker ball. There were five more, I think, still inside me.
Master grabbed the ball from the bowl and brought it to my mouth. It wouldn't quite fit inside my mouth, but Master held it against my lips.
"Lick it clean, bitch," he ordered and as he rotated the ball against my lips, I used my tongue to clean it.
Master repeated the process another five times until all of the balls were out of my ass, with Master Hadi filming everything.
"Fuck bud, fuck that is fuckin amazing," Master Hadi said when I'd cleaned the last ball that came out of my ass. "I wanna fuck him again."
Master Rashid and he spoke in their foreign language for a few moments before I was pushed down on all fours on the coffee table. Master Hadi was pulling his erect cock from his trousers when I felt Master Rashid grab my hips and thrust his cock deep inside my hole in one powerful impalement. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, thrust my head back and grunted at the suddenness of the intrusion, and just as quickly as I felt his balls slap against my ass, he pulled out completely. I opened my eyes just in time for Master Hadi to grab the back of my head with both hands as he pushed his leaking cock into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged against the suddenness of intrusion and the thickness just as Master Rashid thrust forcefully into my hole again. I was being impaled at both ends and I was having a hard time breathing as each thrust from Master Rashid behind me, or Master Hadi in front just seemed to take the breath right out of me.
Both continued to fuck my ass and mouth with varying ferocity for ages before I felt Master Rashid slap me hard on the ass.
"Turn around bitch," he commanded as Master Hadi pulled his massive cock from my throat once more.
"Yeee, Mas..." I tried to reply but my throat was actually sore and the words didn't want to form properly. As I turned on my hands and knees, Master Rashid grabbed a handful of my hair to pull me around faster and pulled my face up towards him as he forced my mouth open. As Master Hadi stuck his solid gigantic cock into my already sore ass and began to fuck me, Master Rashid spat into my mouth six or seven times.
"Swallow," Master Rashid commanded and I gulped his saliva down in one go, opening my mouth to let him see I had complied.
Master Rashid then buried his cock deep into my throat also, coating my tongue with pre-cum. Both fucked me again for a long time until I felt Master Rashid's cock pulse inside my mouth. He pulled out so the tip of his cock remained on my tongue and I felt the first rocket of cum shoot from his cock into the back of my throat. I almost threw up as it hit the back of my throat but Master Rashid head two fistfuls of my hair to keep me firmly in place while he shot six or seven large spurts of cum into my mouth as I tried my best to swallow it all down.
I heard Master Rashid and Master Hadi talk in their foreign language and felt Master Hadi increase the pace of his thrusts in my ass until I felt the unmistakable sudden stop as he came inside me. Master Rashid's cock was still inside my mouth, my lips surrounding the softening shaft and still tasking of his cum, when a warm liquid filled my mouth. I realized Master Rashid was pissing in my mouth and I began to swallow it also. As I was concentrating on swallowing as much of Master Rashid's piss as possible, it took me a second to realize that Master Hadi was also pissing inside of me, but inside my asshole. As my guts filled with Master Hadi's piss, my bladder filled with Master Rashid's and I was beginning to think I couldn't handle any more. Master Rashid tossed Master Hadi the butt plug from the bowl and I felt his cock leave my asshole, only to be replaced by the butt plug once more. Master Rashid finally finished peeing into my mouth and pulled his cock out, slapping me a dozen or so times on either side of my face.
"Good bitch. Fucking good bitch," he said. He then pointed towards a corner of the room and snapped his fingers.
I quickly got down from the coffee table and crawled on my hands and knees in that direction as quickly as I could, while feeling the liquid in my guts and bladder moving around and causing me considerable discomfort.
"Turn to face us and sit up on your heels," Master commanded and I complied from the corner of the room.
"Put your hands behind your head, elbows out and stay in that position. Don't let any of that pee out of your hole bitch, or you'll clean it up with your tongue."
"Yes Master," I replied in some discomfort as I saw them engage in deep conversation, occasionally looking in my direction and smiling. For the first time I looked beyond the Masters and noticed six huge windows at the opposite end of the room, that looked out onto a building across the street as the curtains in this room had not been drawn. I saw a couple of lights on in the building opposite, as well as some windows with no lights on. I realized that anyone in any of those rooms opposite could well have witnessed my naked sex show with Master Rashid and Master Hadi and they could now see me kneeling in the corner, still naked, awaiting orders. My cock throbbed and some more pre-cum leaked from me, hitting the hardwood floor below me.
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