SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 10
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
Unsure what to do, I crawled up to the edge of the bed and saw Master pat the covers by the side of where he lay. I jumped up on the bed and lay next to him on top of the covers. Master patted my head a few times before retrieving the butt plug from my mouth and dropping it on the floor by the side of the bed.
Despite being super horny and having gone through all that I had this night, I was also exhausted. Lying on top of the bed, in the warmth of the room, with Master petting me so gently I quickly drifted off to a very contented and deep sleep.
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I woke a few times that first night when I slept outside the covers on Masters bed, naked, still wearing his chain and padlock around my neck and the band around my balls. It was a strange house, a strange bed and there were neighborhood nighttime noises that stirred me. I'd never really slept like that before. Naked, on top of the covers with nothing to cover me. It seemed strange, yet also exciting and exhilarating. I as where Master wanted me, next to him as he slept, and that was exactly where I wanted to be also, next to him and naked.
That first night when I would wake suddenly, surprised that I'd actually fallen asleep, and I'd initially be confused and a moment of fear would wave over me, before I'd remember where I was, who I was with, and why I was there. In the darkness of the room with the gentle glow of streetlights from outside the only illumination, I'd look an my own naked body as though it belonged to someone else. I'd smile, lay my head back down looking at Master as he slept, and I'd be certain I would not sleep for the rest of the night due to my raging hard-on that would pop back to life every time I thought about where I was and what I was doing and the extreme horniness I was experiencing. Yet, I always re-awoke, somewhat shocked that I'd drifted off to sleep once more without realizing it.
I was naked and being held face first down in a thick grass covered field, the sun beating down on me as four indistinguishable guys prepared to rape me. I was far from home, in a strange field and area that I didn't recognize at all, yet I was craving the first cock in my empty asshole. I wanted them all to fuck me hard and deep and ... I opened my eyes, saw the sunlight streaming in through the window and felt Master mounting me from behind and thrusting his morning hard-on deep inside my ass. I hadn't heard or felt him stir initially, so I must have drifted into a deeper, more contented sleep at some point before Master woke. My desirous dream replaced with the glorious reality of Master taking me as and when he wanted to. He pounded and pounded my ass like a man possessed, first pinning my arms by my side, then pressing my face into the covers with his hands on my neck, then pulling my head back with a handful of my hair. Master pounded me incessantly, without pause or relief, never fully withdrawing or even adjusting his furious pace, for what must have been ten or fifteen minutes before I felt what would become the familiar five or six forceful, deep, thrusts that were held inside me as his cum filled my hole and Master grunted in satisfaction. Spent, Master collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, his sweat and heat mixing with my own in the warmth of his bedroom as he kissed the back of my neck and stroked my hair with his fingers in the most affectionate way imaginable that sent shock waves of pleasure and desire coursing through my body. I felt my cock throbbing and leaking painfully against the bed covers I was lying face down on, and I smiled, gyrating my own hips very slightly to enjoy the sensation as my foreskin slipped back and forward, lubricated by my pre-cum.
"How did you sleep, boy?" Master asked, rolling me onto my back by his side, my cock bouncing up and slapping noisily down on my abs before sliding to my left, leaving a smear of cum across my abs like a snail trail.
"Very well. Thank you, Master," I replied staring longingly into his beautiful dark brown eyes.
"I really like sleeping with you, Master," I added as Master suddenly poked me with his fingers on both sides of my ribs, tickling me.
As I giggled and twisted with the suddenness of the tickling, Master also giggled and re-doubled his torture efforts.
"You better damned well enjoy sleeping with me, bitch," Master said laughingly and clearly in jest. "You're going to be doing it for the rest of you life whether you like it or not."
I was squirming on the bed as his fingers ranged over my sides and between my legs, causing my eyes to water and making it somewhat hard to breathe as I was laughing and giggling so much. As I twisted and turned to escape those fingers that seemed to be everywhere, all at the same time, I actually fell off the side of the bed, landing on my back with my legs in the air, my cock rock hard and I was still laughing. Master peered over the edge of the bed, with just his eyes, forehead and hair visible from my grounded position. I was trying to catch my breath and clear the tears of laughter from my eyes when I became aware that Master was studying me intently from above. Already flushed from the tickle torture, I blushed more as Master continued to just stare at me, his eyes roving over every inch of my naked flesh.
"You are so fucking beautiful, boy," Master said in all seriousness, as his head emerged past the edge of the bed.
"You should be kept naked for the rest of your life. You should never be allowed to wear anything that covers your beautiful body and I'm going to make sure that is the case, boy," he continued.
"You are going to be naked for the rest of your life, boy. You should be naked at school. Naked at home. Naked for everyone to see, all the time. Boys like you should be kept naked, collared, chained and available. Your kind of beauty should never be hidden away under clothes. I want everyone to see what I own, and to be jealous."
I was blushing all the more furiously at the compliment, as I'd never really thought of myself as beautiful. Cute perhaps. Decent body with a nice six pack and a good build with broad shoulders – sure. Beautiful. I had never come close to even contemplating someone would think me, beautiful – but Master. Master was beauty itself.
Master slipped off the bed to straddle me as I still lay there on my back. His cock was engorged and leaking pre-cum again as he guided it towards my mouth and I opened eagerly to accept the warm, dark, cock of my own beautiful god. I licked the end of Masters cock with my tongue, savoring his pre-cum, and I caressed the silky skin with my lips as Master moaned in appreciation, his eyes closed as he knelt over me, my own cock throbbing and leaking in concert. I lifted my head to take more of his cock into my mouth and Master seemed to come out of his trance, opening his eyes and looking down at me with that slight grin. One thrust of his hips and his cock was half way down my throat, as I choked and gurgled, my eyes filling with tears once again. Master withdrew partially before thrusting in deeper on the second and deeper still on the third thrusts. I could go nowhere as Master was straddling my torso, his legs pinning my arms by my side and his cock so deep in my throat that I could not turn my head.
Pumping five or six times, Master would pull his cock almost all the way out to let me catch a breath or re-swallow some of the bile I was throwing up, before thrusting forcefully back into my throat for another series of penetrations. At first I really feared I would choke to death, as I was not used to the size and depth of Masters cock in my throat. After our first afternoon, I had tried to swallow stuff without gagging, but it was not a very successful endeavor. Now, I had Masters cock forcing its way past my gag reflex once again with nothing I could do about it, other than gag, and try. As I prayed that I would not pass out or throw up on the rug I was lying on, Masters thrusts into my throat became slightly less intense and I realized if I relaxed rather then tensing, his cock slipped in and out with less gag impulse. The cock which just moments ago had been pounding in and out of my asshole, now withdrew so the bulbous head was just inside my lips when I heard Master grunt, felt his hips tense, and the first shot of cum hit the roof of my mouth. Six more shots of hot, sweet cum filled my mouth in quick succession before I had the opportunity to swallow. Four or five much lesser spurts finished the matter and I used my tongue to clean the last remaining cum from Masters cock. My cock remained solid and throbbed painfully throughout. Clearly, I enjoyed this.
"What a gorgeous fucking whore you are, boy," Master said as he sat back on my chest, his softening cock lying like a snake on my neck as he reached behind me to take my cock in his right hand.
"Hmmmmmm...," Master cooed as he squeezed my cock and rubbed his thumb over the wet piss slit, still leaking pre-cum.
"I see you are still enjoying yourself, boy," Master said as he returned his wet thumb to my mouth which I immediately licked while trying to mouth "Yes, Sir" without much success as Master had pinned my tongue to the bottom of my mouth with his thumb.
"You make me SO FUCKING HORNY, boy. I just want to fuck you all day," he added, looking away from me as though contemplating that possibility before continuing. "But I have guests coming for dinner this evening so we must get going."
As I lay contemplating what "guests" meant, Master jumped off me and walked out of the bedroom, towards the bathroom, snapping his fingers as he went.
"Come on boy," he shouted after me. "Heel!" as he whistled for me as you would a dog.
I smiled, quickly flipping around onto all fours and scampering after Master, my cock bouncing from side to side as I crawled over the carpet of the bedroom out into the hallway. "Guests?"
Master was already standing in the shower area when I crawled into the bathroom. Master quickly waved me over and when I arrived at his feet, he pointed his cock to my face and ordered me to drink. I opened my mouth a split second before Master let flow a solid stream of dark and smelly piss straight into my mouth. Masters sweet tasting cum was quickly replaced by his acrid and honestly foul tasting piss which was not at all like my first experience of drinking his piss. Every gulp I tried to swallow brought my taste buds into intimate contact with the liquid which was tough to take, but I wanted to please Masters so much that I continued gulping as quickly as I could despite involuntarily screwing my eyes closed and grimacing with every gulp. Masters flow was more than I could manage to swallow however and inevitably some spilled out of my mouth and down my chest, accumulating on the tile below me. When Master flow ebbed and the final spurts of piss signaled his bladder was empty, I bent down and began licking up the piss I had missed that now lay on the white tile below me.
"Fucking brilliant, boy," Master exclaimed with excitement in his voice.
"Fucking brilliant. Just what I want in a slave. Get it all boy. Don't miss a single drop. It's all you'll ever drink when you're with me."
I immediately bent down, brining my nose to the tiled floor and began kissing and sucking the tiles to lap up the piss that was lying there. The smell was so much more intense at this point, so I stopped breathing through my nose and began breathing through my mouth between slurps. The air, mixed with Masters piss, actually made it a little easier to manage and my momentary desire to throw up as a result of the smell passed.
Master laughed.
"A little more flavourful than the last drink I gave you, huh bitch," he commented, laughing at me.
"Yes, Master," I replied as I looked around to ensure I'd slurped up the last remnants of the lightish brown piss.
"You better clean up these also, as you spilled so much," said Master as he lifted his right foot and pushed it in front of my nose.
"Yes, Master," I responded and eagerly began liking the top of Masters light brown, foot.
Master rotated his foot to ensure I got the sides, and pushed his toes into my mouth to ensure my tongue cleaned each and between each toe. I then turned my head sideways to lick the bottom of Masters foot, noting that the skin was lighter in color but tougher. I repeated the process with Masters left foot and began to lick up Masters ankle and calf muscle. Master did not tell me to stop, so I continued licking with my tongue from side to side up Masters gorgeous, muscular brown leg to his thigh. His lower legs were pretty hairy with dark, course hairs clearly visible, but his thighs were almost entirely free from hair. As I neared Masters groin, his hand pushed my head to his right leg, and I repeated the process, licking with my tongue from his ankle, up his calf to his thigh. As I reached his groin I noticed he was hard and jerking off while leaning back against the tiled wall, eyes closed with a smile on his face.
As I tried to take his cock in my mouth again, Master instead grabbed me by the hair with his left hand and still jerking his cock with his right hand, he turned around so I was now facing his amazing, caramel colored smooth bubble butt. Pulling me by the hair, Master guided me between his butt cheeks and as I continued to lick wherever my face was positioned, I soon found Masters hole and began to lick. I felt Masters butt muscles contract and I heard him moan, so I licked with more force and found my tongue penetrating his sphincter. I was really getting into licking around, and sticking my tongue into, Masters hole when my head was suddenly pulled back, Master turned and he shot six streams of thick cum over my face. The first caught me off guard and shot straight into my left eye, singing as though a red hot poker has just plucked my eye out.
"Ahhhhh...," I exclaimed in genuine pain as I tried to turn my head away from the cum assault, but Master held my head in place as the rest of his cum splashed my face and grimacing mouth.
"DAMN," Master finally exclaimed, sweeping his cum from my face into my mouth with his right hand and sticking his fingers into my mouth for me to clean.
"This will taste better than my Whisky piss, bitch. Enjoy."
I looked up to see him beaming down at me, the acrid horrible piss taste in my mouth quickly replaced by his sweet cum and the pain in my left eye fading as I blinked repeatedly, bathed in the warmth of his proud gaze. Master turned on the water in the shower, handed me a sponge and some liquid soap and I bathed him from head to toe. It was truly my first opportunity to explore Masters body and I took every advantage of it. Master was lithe yet muscular. I began with Masters feet, which I had just licked with my tongue. They seemed – perfect – to me. Perfectly formed, gorgeous creations with appropriately sized toes and perfect toe nails trimmed to perfection. Masters legs were powerful and muscular yet smooth and athletic and perfect. Masters butt was captivating and smooth and – perfect. Master was circumcised and his balls were large and hung low in their light brown sack, covered in a thick curly layer of black course hair. Masters cock was a true work of art. The much lighter colored mushroom head atop the light brown silky smooth shaft that emanated from the neatly trimmed dark curly hair on Masters abdomen. Master had a very nicely defined abdomen with a smooth chest and small, dark, enticing nipples. Master skin was flawless, smooth, pristine, perfect. As I soaped and washed and rinsed Masters body, he washed his hair and brushed his teeth. Once finished Master stepped from the shower and I dried every inch of him with a large, plush towel that was next to the shower area.
I knelt, naked, wet, and attentive on the hard floor as Master walked across the room to the large sink to shave and apply deodorant before walking naked again from the bathroom back to his bedroom, snapping his fingers for me to follow. I crawled on all fours after Master, still wet from the shower. Once in the bedroom, Master directed me to drawers and closets which contained a myriad of clothing. Under instructions I selected a pair of underwear, a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants with which I dressed Master. Master essentially ignored me other than directing me throughout this period.
Once dressed Master strode towards the bedroom door, snapping his fingers again for me to follow, without any command this time. I dropped to my hand and knees and followed him out the bedroom, down the hall, down the stairs with some difficulty which amused Master as we waited a brief time at the bottom, smirking at me trying to figure it out. I followed Master to the left and into what was a very large, spacious kitchen at the rear of the house.
"Up, boy," Master commanded, waving me closer to my feet with two fingers of his right hand.
"Do you cook?" he asked.
"I can make some things, Master," I replied, unsure of what cook meant and how elaborate an accomplishment may be expected of me.
"Coffee," Master pulled a pack of ground coffee from the large steel fronted refrigerator that looked more like a commercial one, than a regular household one.
"Six scoops, full carafe of water. Got it, boy?" Master inquired.
"Yes, Master," I replied confidently. This would be easy. As I spooned the coffee into the coffee maker, I noticed Master remove some items from the refrigerator and place on the counter next to an enormous industrial looking eight burner gas range. I poured the water into the coffee maker and turned it on.
"Good, now scrambled eggs. Six of them mixed with milk, a splash of water, Paprika and grated black pepper. Black pudding, potato scones, bacon, tomato, and baked beans for breakfast I think," Master said thoughtfully, looking back to me.
"Think you can handle that, boy?" Master asked.
"Yes, Master," I replied. "I'll do my best, Master," I added a little apprehensively. I didn't want to disappoint. I knew I could fry up a breakfast for myself and my family, but would Master like it.
A number of pots and pans were hanging from a rack behind and above the range. I grabbed a large frying pan and began with the bacon to create some cooking grease. I beat the eggs in the steel bowl Master provided, added the potato scones and black pudding to the frying pan and yipped a little as the hot grease spat out occasionally, hitting my naked flesh. Master was chatting on his mobile phone and only smiled as I glanced back at him, every time I flinched and jumped away from the grease.
The aroma of the coffee and the food cooking made my stomach rumble, and I remembered I had not eaten essentially since Thursday evening. It was now Saturday morning, and I was famished. My mouth was watering in anticipation when a playful slap on my right butt cheek brought me back to reality.
"Looking very good, boy," Master complimented me as I took two large dinner plates from the cabinet.
"We'll only need one of those," Master corrected me, as he took one from me and returned it to the cabinet.
I was not going to eat this morning then. I resigned myself to that fact and plated Masters breakfast, brining it over to where he was sitting at the large breakfast table. Master had me pour him some coffee and then pointing to the ground next to his chair said simply "Sit." I sat beside him as he began to eat and started a new conversation on his mobile phone. My stomach continued to rumble and my mouth continued to water. The food and coffee aroma was captivating, so much so, that I missed Master holding some bacon between two fingers above me, as you would when teasing a dog. When he touched me with his hand and I glanced up, I saw the tasty morsel and I so wanted it. I reached for it with my mouth, but be pulled it higher before I secured it. I tried three, maybe four more times before I yelped in frustration.
Master laughed and threw the morsel across the room on the floor. I scurried after it and just as I reached it Master shouted "Stop." I froze in my tracks.
"Good boy," Master commended and a few moments later allowed me to eat the small piece of bacon. Bacon had never, and has never, tasted so good. I savored every moment and even the after taste on my tongue when Master threw another piece at me. I tried to catch it in my mouth but just missed. I lapped it up from the ground. The third piece I missed also and lapped from the ground. Master called me back to his side, then got up and produced a large steel dog bowl from below the sink. I saw him chew and then spit the food from his mouth into the dog bowl, before he placed the bowl on the ground in front of me.
"Go on boy, enjoy."
The scent of the food was overpowering and I quickly devoured everything in the bowl. Turning and twisting my head to allow my tongue to retrieve every last morsel of food as the bowl moved around on the floor. Master seemed to truly enjoy this display as he laughed every time the bowl moved and I chased after it. Finished with a bowl that looked as though no food had ever been placed in it, I lifted my head and looked to Master. To my delight, Master was smiling and nodding approvingly, pointing his mobile phone at me as I quickly presumed another video had just captured my subjugation and depravity.
"Good boy, goooood booooooy," Master complimented as he ruffled my hair and shook my head slightly. "Aaarrfffff, Aaarrffffff..." I replied.
Master placed his mobile phone on the kitchen table and snapped his fingers to bring me next to him, my head on the tiled floor by his feet. Lifting his foot he tapped my head and I sat up to face him, sitting on my haunches. Master began to stroke my hair and pet me as I laid my head on his thigh, a huge smile on his face, reflected in my own as I was completely contented, kneeling naked by my Masters feet in his kitchen at his beck and call.
"Are you having fun yet, bitch?" he asked as he continued to pat my head.
"Definitely, Master," I replied.
"It's not too much for you?"
"No, Master. Definitely not, Master," I replied quickly.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes, Master. I want this, Sir," I confirmed confidently.
"Damn that is soooo sexy," Master added, making me feel more supremely content and assured in my place.
"I told you I'd shared video of you with some of my friends," Master continued.
"Yes, Master."
"Six of my friends really want to meet you in PERSON, so I've arranged for a dinner party this evening, here at the house."
I wasn't quite sure what to say, what to think or how to reply. My mouth opened but no words came out. What did this mean? Would I be a sex toy for everyone? Would any of Masters friends know me? Would I be outed to the world and my family? My mind raced and flipped on unlikely and outlandish scenarios as Master continued to pat my head and stroke my hair.
"You will serve as my slave and a waiter to my guests throughout the evening."
"You'll be naked, of course as you pour drinks, serve food, and my friends will be allowed to touch you, fondle you, and so on," Master added as he stopped patting me, perhaps waiting for my response.
My mind continued to do back flips. I was not out to anyone in my family, or any of my friends. I'd met Master Hugh and jumped feet first into my first sexual relationship with a guy, which fulfilled some amazing submissive fantasies. Master Rashid was only my second gay relationship and he had taken me much further, much faster than I would ever have contemplated or dared do on my own. I'd been naked in public. I'd been naked in a dog cage for hours in the cold. I'd drank piss and almost choked on Master Rashids cock. I'd been caught naked in public by a stranger and raped by him, and he turned out to be a friend of Master Rashid, so another person I had no control over now knew my deepest, darkest, most intimate and scariest secrets and now Master had not only shared video of me doing these things, but he intended to have these strangers meet me in person, while I'd be naked. I was terrified, and afraid that somehow, in some way, someone who knew me would turn up or someone who knew me would find out, yet, despite this, my cock was rock hard and throbbing as Master spoke.
"I can see you're up for that," Master said as he reached down and gripped my painfully erect cock.
"I, I...I think," I was trying to say yes, but my fears and concerns were flooding my me with images of my imminent failure and demise.
"I think I, I am Sir...I think," I stumbled out.
Master released my cock, grabbed either side of my head and turned my head up to face his squarely. He looked right into my eyes.
"Bitch, you are my slave, correct?"
"Yes, Master," I replied without hesitation.
"Bitch, you are my property, correct?"
"Yes, Master."
"You will do whatever you are told to, whenever you are told to, wherever you are told to, by me, correct bitch?"
"Yes, Master."
"If I want you to be naked in front of a hundred people in a public place, you'll say YES SIR, and get naked for me, RIGHT?" Master demanded.
I was about to answer when Master continued, laughing.
"You really do want that, don't you, you horny fucking bitch. Look at your cock jumping every time I talk about forcing you to be naked in public. You LOVE this shit."
"I won't put you in harms way, and I won't deliberately out you," Master added to comfort me. "At least, not yet!" he smirked.
I couldn't help but smile at his humor, though there did seem to be an implied possible future threat despite his reassurance.
"You need to trust me completely for this to work, bitch. Do you trust me completely?"
"Yes, Master. I trust you completely."
Master smiled, leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips.
I meant it. I had only known this man, this young man, for a very short time, but yet I had already entrusted him with my body and my life and my future. Something in him, something about him, something about the fact that Master Hugh put him in touch with me told me, I could, I should, I must trust him. This was what I wanted and fantasized about, so I had to trust him, to lead me further and deeper into realizing who I really was and what I really crave and desire.
--End
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