Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2008 20:26:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kai Anderson <gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slutty Whore part 13

SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM MASTER XIII

by GWMSUB4DOMGAM

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"Come boy" said Master Kosugi turning and walking back through the airport
at a fast pace, with me following two or three steps behind, trying to keep
up without losing one of my flip-flops in the process. I kept my eyes on
Master Kosugi the whole time, ignoring everyone else around me. We reached
the elevator, went up to our parking level, and Master Kosugi opened the
back of the truck once more. He snapped his fingers staring intently at me,
and I pulled of the skimpy tank top, shucked my shorts and flip flops off,
and handed the scanty bundle to him before spreading my legs wide and
putting my hands behind my back. I stood there, stark naked and barefoot as
the wind and rain hit me as Master put the clothes back into the plastic
bag and threw the back far into the back of the truck. Master snapped his
fingers and pointed to the cage, and I quickly scrambled in, hearing the
steel cage door slam shut a moment after I was inside and the padlock click
shut. Back on the highway, stark naked in the steel cage in the back of
Masters truck heading back into San Francisco, the wind whistling in
through the camper shell chilling me and keeping my flesh goosebumped, I
looked out of the smoke colored windows of the camper shell and marveled at
the fact that no-one in the cars around us realized such a slutty, naked,
bitch, whore was locked in a steel cage ready to do whatever bidding Master
Kosugi had in store for me. I was his, completely, and the more I met him,
the more I submitted, the more outrageous and embarrassing and humiliating
the situations seemed to become, the more I wanted, needed, even craved for
more.  What had happened to me?  I wasn't sure, but I was sure of one
thing. I wanted this to continue for a long time to come.

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We drove through the rain on highway 101 heading back into San Francisco,
exiting at 4th Street and driving through the warehouse area that was just
beginning to be developed at that time. About four blocks away from Masters
Condo, the truck came to a gentle stop by the side of a wide six lane
road. It was about eight thirty or nine in the evening, and it was teaming
down with rain. There were a few cars on the road along with us, but I
didn't see any pedestrians when Master Kosugi opened up the back of the
truck and unlocked the cage, swinging the door open wide.

"Out boy" he commanded, snapping his fingers and pointing to a small alley
adjacent to the parked truck.

"Yes Sir" I replied as I quickly scrambled across the truck bed, jumped
down from the back and ran quickly to the beginning of the alley, turning
to face Master Kosugi as I spread my legs wide and placed my hands behind
my back. The rain and wind was pummeling my naked flesh in a now all too
familiar fashion, and my cock was bouncing, erect and exuding pre-cum.

Master closed and locked the back of the camper shell, then threw something
in my direction. I saw the flash of metal as it arced towards me and
allowed it to fall to the ground, tinkling as it did, just to the side of
me. I realized it was my house key and my stomach tightened and every
muscle in my body tenses as I feared what was about to happen, yet my cock
twitched and grew even harder, if that was possible. Master then jumped
into the truck, started it up, and dove off, leaving me there in the rain
and wind, stark naked except for a chain and padlock around my neck and a
solid shiny band of steel around my balls, and my house key.

I quickly looked around the corner of the alley to see Master turn the
corner onto 3rd Street, going in the opposite direction to his condo, and
driving away from me and my current predicament. I was now about five
blocks away from my own condo, and four or so blocks away from Master
Kosugi's, but it was clear he expected me to go home to my own condo, while
stark naked, barefoot, wet, and cold, wearing a chain and padlock around my
neck and a shiny stainless steel ball stretcher. Despite the rain, cold,
and my immediate panic at being abandoned in such a vulnerable
circumstance, I realized my cock was rock hard and throbbing. Without
thinking my right hand began stroking and squeezing it as I stood
contemplating my predicament and shivering as each gust of wind cascaded a
new torrent of cold rain drops onto my naked flesh.

I had to immediately decide if I would try to make my way home right away,
or if I would try to hide somewhere until it got a little later and perhaps
less traffic and people were about. I saw four or five cars driving my way
in the main street from the 5th Street intersection and realized that I was
standing against the wrong side of the alley. As the cars approached I
would be exposed to their headlights on this side of the alley. I darted
across to the other side and crouched down as I heard the "swish" of their
wheels approaching. They passed and a few more after them as I peeked
around the corner and back down the seemingly deserted alley. Still
crouching I turned to look down the alley which ran the length of the block
from Bryant Street to Brannan Street. Bryant had direct access to the 101
Freeway and the San Francisco Bay Bridge, which connected the city with the
East Bay. Bryant was always going to be busier than Brannan, so it made
sense to try to get home on the quieter street, but it seemed like an
incredibly long and dangerous journey to make stark naked as I
was. Fortunately Master had not handcuffed me as well, but still, five
blocks while stark naked. Could I make that without being caught and
arrested?

The thought crossed my mind that Master would leave me here for ten minutes
then drive back and pick me up, and I waited for a while in that forlorn
hope, but as time dragged by, as the rain continued to fall, and as my feet
became colder and colder standing on the wet and freezing ground, I
determined he really wasn't coming back for me. In the time I had crouched
here at the corner of this alley two dozen or so cars had driven past me,
but only one or two had passed at the opposite end of the alley on Brannan
Street. Although I was only two or three blocks further away from my condo
than the first time Master had thrown me stark naked from his building and
forced me to make my way home like that, this seemed much, much, much
further away.

I began walking down the alley, staying close to one side to minimize my
exposure, but jumping at every abstract sound I heard, every shadow that
unexpectedly fell over me, and every a car passed one end of the alley or
the other. By the time I had reached the middle of the alley I realized
that the horrible weather was keeping most sane people indoors. I was
shaking, but not sure if it was nerves or the cold and rain that was
causing it. Certainly, head to toe, I looked as though I had just stepped
out of a shower. A very cold shower, but my cock was rock hard and swinging
from side to side as I walked. I had always been turned on by being cold,
especially an enforced cold. I remember stepping into the cold shower as a
child after twenty minutes in a hot sauna, and as the cold icy water hit my
flesh, my cock surged into life and I jerked off. I had always gotten an
erection when jogging in the rain, and now, as I made my way scared and
cold down this alley in the rain, my cock maintained its interest in my
predicament.

I got to Brannan Street and looked cautiously both ways before venturing
around the corner. I was half way towards the next major intersection at
3rd and Brannan when a door opened in front of me and two people stepped
out of a building about 15 yards in front of me. I darted behind some
large, square newspaper stands, almost literally shitting myself on the
spot, and listened expecting a shout of disgust and calls for the police as
they saw me.  I waited, quite literally shaking like a leaf and finally got
up enough courage to peek around the side of the stand I was hiding behind
just as they got into a vehicle.  It seemed to take them forever to start
the engine and then another eternity for them to pull carefully out of
their parking space and drive off, passing my hiding place as I crouched
unable to move. Fortunately the darkness, rain, and their conversation had
prevented them from being more observant, but I now contemplated the next
intersection was 3rd and Brannan, which was fairly wide and exposed and
usually pretty busy with traffic.

Dare I run across that intersection completely naked and barefoot? I
contemplated the alternatives and realized there were none. I had to cross
3rd to get to my condo, but at least I could do so on the South side of the
street as 3rd was one way going North, so this would shield me from the
on-coming traffic to some degree. I made my decision and ran across the
Brannan from the North side of the Street to the South side, quickly
ducking into a doorway and crouching down, scanning both directions
nervously to see if anyone had spotted me. I waited there for about five
minutes or so, watching the traffic on 3rs, and it seemed pretty sporadic,
but every time the light turned green, one or two cars always crossed. If I
waited here, stark naked in the doorway I was pretty sure someone would
come by and catch me. I had to risk it.

I edged my way along the sidewalk to within five feet of the intersection,
which was empty, when a car suddenly drove up and stopped at the red light
in the lane closest to where I was standing. I froze, my heart leapt into
my mouth, and I contemplated turning and running back down Brannan Street
away from my condo. My indecision was my salvation as I soon realized the
vehicle only contained a driver, and they were staring intently forward,
presumably waiting for the light to turn green. The light eventually did,
and the car moved off, much to my relief. I edged carefully up to the
corner and looked around, surprised to see only one vehicle turning onto
3rd street about two long blocks away, but otherwise the street was
empty. Looking left the right quickly, I darted like an Olympic sprinter
across the wide six lane street, no longer trying to cover my cock and
balls with my hands but running full tilt, and I continued running hard and
fast all the way down the next block. Something took over and I just
decided, run, run, and keep running. Run hard, run fast, and don't stop. I
got to 2nd Street just as the light turned green in favor of pedestrians
traveling the way I was going and I didn't stop, I ran straight into the
intersection and was immediately illuminated by the headlights of a Ford
Mustang trying to turn the corner that I was running across.

The vehicle braked hard and almost hit me. I froze in place for a moment,
thinking that I was about to be run over and I stared at the dark vehicle,
unable to see the driver in through the rain soaked window over which the
windshield wipers played. "Are you trying to..." I heard shouted angrily
out of the cracked window, followed by a very confused "what the" was all I
heard as I broke out of my stupor and turned to run. I reached the other
side of the street and continued running toward the alley that would lead
to my condo Exit door and safety. I didn't even look back to see in the
Mustang driver was still watching, or worse, following me. I just kept
running. As I turned the corner and ran to the fire exit door of my
building the thought hit me for the first time "I'm fucking streaking right
now."  I had dreamed of doing this, fantasized about doing it, wanted to do
it, and viewed every possible image of people doing it before, but never
really imagined I would do it in this way. Now I had just run six blocks in
the middle of a crowded city while stark fucking naked. I was elated,
horny, very wet, and cold. As I got the fire exit door open I saw the
lights of the Mustang turn into the alley, but I was pretty sure I'd gotten
into the door and closed it before the driver would have had time to figure
out where I'd gone.

My heart was pounding as if it wanted to jump right out of my chest. I was
breathing almost uncontrollably hard and frequently and realized I was not
effectively bringing in any air. I forced myself to stand for a few minutes
to clear my mind, bring my breathing under control, and slow my heart rate
down again. Strange I thought to myself, I can run six miles and not even
be winded, but six blocks and I'm exhausted. I made my way up the fire exit
stairs and along my corridor to my apartment. I unlocked the door, opened
it, and was surprised to find the lights on. Had I forgotten to turn them
off earlier when I left to meet Master Kosugi?

"You're home at last boy" I heard Maser Kosugi's voice before I saw him. He
came out from my bedroom carrying a handful of my underwear in his
hands. "Did you enjoy your jog this evening?"

"I was scared sir." I replied honestly, still shaking, soaking, dripping
water from my hair, nose, and cock, and cold.

"Yes" Maser replied laughing. "I'm sure you were, but you were also turned
on like the fucking whore you know you are, weren't you? He asked, looking
at my still engorged cock as it pointed toward him.

"Fuck yes Sir" I replied, standing in my entrance way still dripping rain
water onto the hardwood floor, my hair sopping wet and matted all over my
head.

"You did very well tonight boy" Master said, walking towards me. "I'm
impressed by how far you have come in such a short space of time."

"Thank you Sir" I replied, slightly embarrassed by the realization of how
much of a slutty scumbag I had become, but equally overjoyed at Masters
praise.

"Time for us to take it to the next level perhaps, hmmmm?" he asked.

"Yes Sir" I replied smiling at him as he approached me and kissed me
tenderly on my lips. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue free access, but
instead he backed away a little smiling.

"Good bitch, good bitch" he repeated as he handed me a large handful of my
boxer and tighty whitey underwear. "To start with, my bitch doesn't wear
any underwear, at any time, for any reason, so you can throw these away
down the trash chute."

I hesitated for jus a moment, then accepted the order quickly. "Yes Sir" I
said, taking the bundle and opening my condo door once again. I ran quickly
to the trash room, and threw the garments into the black abyss of the
chute, returning to my condo quickly. When I got back, Master had a bundle
of undershirts stacked by the door.

"Those too bitch. I want you one layer away from completely stark naked at
all time, in my presence or not."  He looked at me, perhaps looking for any
hesitation or dissent.

"Yes Sir" I said as I bent down to collect the shirts and once again, made
my way naked to the trash chute before returning to the condo.

"What do you wear to work boy" Master asked when I returned.

"Jeans, sneakers, and casual shirts mostly, sir" I replied. "Occasionally I
have to wear a suit and tie, but not very often."

"Then I'll leave you a couple of pairs of black socks" he said as he threw
all of my remaining socks into a plastic bag and handed it to me.

Without him saying a word, I made the journey to the trash chute for the
third time, throwing away all of my athletic and casual socks. I returned
to the condo

"Are you hungry boy" Master asked as I entered my condo. He was standing
waiting for my return with his arms folded across his chest.

I had not realized it, but I had not eaten for some time, and I was
famished. "Yes Sir" I said.

Master got on the phone and began speaking in Japanese. I stood by the door
to my condo, naked, still wet, but drying off, with my hands behind my
back, my head down, and my legs spread wide apart. Master finally got off
the phone, sat in my lounge chair and snapped his fingers pointing to the
floor at his feet. I quickly moved over and knelt on all fours putting my
forehead on his feet. He left me there for some time before lifting his
foot slightly, indicating I should move up to his groin. As I lifted my
head his cock was already out of his jeans and hard, dripping some
pre-cum. He grabbed my head and pulled me onto his cock.

I sucked on his cock, licked his shaft, licked his balls, and played with
my tongue against his piss slit for what seemed like an eternity while he
grabbed fistfuls of my hair, or pushed my head down onto his cock, or
stroked my hair tenderly. I was loving the feel and taste of his cock and
his pre-cum in my mouth. I would have stayed there all evening if the phone
had not rang again. Master answered and told me "buzz the delivery boy in."

I got up and pressed the access button on the intercom to allow the
delivery boy into the main condo hallway downstairs. "Back here boy" Master
said and I resumed my sucking job, but Master was much more focused now. He
was thrusting deeper and harder into my throat with a steady rhythm. The
doorbell rang and Master pulled out of my mouth, shooting six thick streams
of cum all over my face and into my mouth. One stream landed square across
my left eye, forcing me to close it as the thick, creamy juice began
sliding down my cheek. Master slapped my face lightly, pressed two $20
bills into my hand and said "Answer the door bitch."

I walked to the door, my stomach knotting as I did. This was my own condo,
in my own building. I was about to answer the door, stark naked, with cum
all over my face to a complete stranger who was delivering fast food. What
if they called the police on me. What if they kicked the hell out of me for
being such a fucking pervert. I thought I was going to throw up as I
reached for the door handle and prepared to open the door. I hesitated for
a brief moment, then opened the door wide to find a James, the white guy
who had been at Masters condo a couple of nights before, standing on the
other side with a wide grin on his face, and two plastic bags containing
fast food containers.

"Delivery from Nagoia Sushi" James said very formally, handing the bags to
me. His eyes fixated on my hard and throbbing cock, and my cum covered
face.

"Come in for a moment James" Master called to him, still sitting in the
lounge chair, although he had put away his cock and closed his jeans.

"I can't, we have ...three other deliveries to make" James replied, seeming
sincerely disappointed. As I proffered the $40 dollars as payment for the
food I noticed his right hand was rubbing his crotch as his eyes never left
my naked body.

"Pity" replied Master "My bitch here sucks a mean cock and I thought you
might like to try a real cock slut to compare with your girlfriend."

I was shocked by Master offering to pimp me out like this, but not as
shocked as James looked. His eyes widened like saucers, his mouth dropped
open, and his rubbing even stopped momentarily. He seemed caught like a
deer in headlights. He didn't seem to know what to do, what to say, how to
react.

"Consider it a tip for your delivery" encouraged Master. "He is an
excellent cum slut. You will love the experience, I promise you."

It occurred to me that Master was speaking to James in English, despite the
fact that both seemed fluent in Japanese as I'd discovered when I first met
James, when I was also stark naked. I wondered at this, putting it down to
Master wanting to see my reaction to this.

"Just" James said, then paused, looking for the first time at Master. "Just
suck my cock right...nothing else?"

"Unless you would like to fuck him" said Master in an almost sarcastic
tone. James seemed oblivious to the sarcasm.

"Sucking is good" he said, still rubbing his obviously hard cock inside his
jeans. He stepped into the condo and I closed the door behind him. He
stayed right by the door and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling
them and his boxers down slightly to reveal a nice six inch cut white cock
with a big mushroom head and a slight curve to the left which pointed
straight up to his chin when he left if alone.

Master snapped his fingers and I knelt down, and took his cock into my
mouth gently and carefully. James moaned the moment I touched his cock, and
as I sucked its length into my mouth and withdrew to play with my tongue on
his piss slit, he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and began face
fucking me, pounding his hips into my face.

"Gently James, take your time" cautioned Master like a art teacher
discussing a gentle canvass stroke. "You'll enjoy it so much more if you
take your time."

James did not seem interested in slowing down, and I suddenly felt him
convulse then pull his cock out of my mouth quickly before shooting five
large streams of cum all over my face and into my mouth which I kept open
throughout.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, ...oh fucking hell" was all James seemed able to say in
the aftermath of his orgasm. He was breathing hard, shaking, and yet seemed
frozen to the spot with his eyes tightly shut and his mouth hanging open. I
wiped the cum from my eyes and sucked it from my fingers into my mouth
before leaning forward once again to clean his cock of the remaining cum.
As soon as my tongue touched his cock head he jumped as though shot with
electricity. It took me four attempts before he allowed me to lick and
clean his cock. As I finished I looked up and saw him staring intently down
at me, his eyes wide and his mouth still open.

"Well, is my bitch better than your girlfriend?" Master asked.

"Oh fuck yeah" James replied breathlessly. Then he seemed to catch himself
in his own honesty or admission "I mean, hell." He thought for a moment.
"Shit, that was so fucking good, and he fucking cleaned my cock off
afterwards."

"Of course he did" Master said chuckling. "Clean yourself bitch" Master
then said and I began wiping both of their cum off my face with my fingers
and sucking it from them with my mouth.  Rather than being disgusted as I
would have expected, James seemed fascinated until he suddenly realized
where he was and who was watching.

Turning quickly to look at Master as though he had just been caught, red
handed, stealing he stammered "I've...I've got to go."

"Of course you do James. Thank you for the food, and don't worry, this is
our secret." Master said, then added something in Japanese that I could not
understand.

James blushed, closed up his jeans, opened the door and left.

I sat on the floor next to Master, naked, collared with his steel chain and
padlock, and still with his stainless steel ball stretcher, and we chatted
for an hour or so as we ate the wonderful Sushi Master had ordered. Of
course, Master fed me the items I would eat by dropping them into an empty
food container and allowing me to only use my mouth. We talked about a
number of things including the last few days, what I had enjoyed and not
enjoyed, what Master enjoyed and what he wanted of me. At about 11pm he
pulled me up from the floor by my hair, pulled me into my bedroom and threw
me on top of the bed. He jumped on top of me and still fully dressed, began
fucking me raw and hard for the first time without a condom. He pulled me
to the edge of the bed, turned me on my back, on my side, pulled me onto
the floor, stood me up and fucked me against the wall, bent me over my
chest of drawers, fucked me pressed against my bedroom window, and finally
pulled me into my rest room, pushing me into the bathtub before he shot
another load of cum into my mouth. As I lay there in the cold bathtub,
Master began pissing all over the length of my body, and into my
mouth. Once he had finished he ordered me to piss all over myself, which I
did.  He then turned and left saying only "I'll call you bitch. Good job
this evening."  And he was gone, leaving me naked, covered in his piss and
cum, and wanting much more.

--End