Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2008 22:31:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Kai Anderson <gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com>
Subject: SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM MASTER  14

Please post this under Gay Male Authoritarian

SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM MASTER 14

by GWMSUB4DOMGAM

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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.

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Over the next six months or so, I spent more and more time with Master. I
would rush home from work, read my mail quickly in my own apartment, throw
the clothes I needed for work next day into a bag, then I'd head straight
over to his place. Sometimes he would meet me in the alley and take me to
his storage room to use me, before leaving me there bound for
hours. Sometimes he'd leave me there all night, only releasing me naked to
the alley next morning, so I'd have to go home to shower before going to
work. Other times he'd use me in his apartment and leave me sleeping naked
and bound at the foot of his bed all night.

I was truly his to with as he commended. On those nights when he told me
not to come over I missed him terribly and fantasized about my next `call
to service him. He had me keep my hair shorn really short, and kept my
crotch and ass shaved at all times. I never wore underwear or socks, and
really only wore the minimum of clothing necessary to allow me to get into
stores or the cinema when we went anywhere. I remained naked and collared
at all other times and was so used to it that I longed to get home after
work each day to strip once again.

Master used me extensively during this period as his personal sex toy and
play thing, which I loved more and more each time. We shared much time and
intimacy together and he taught me much about Japanese bondage, food, and
about my own true passions, desires, and wants. I found myself often
telling him my inner most secret desires and fantasies without any shame or
guilt, which amazed me. I began to forget completely what my life was like
before that wonderful day when I met him for the first time in the alley by
the side of his condo.  My life was now him, my devotion was to him, my
desire was to be with him every moment of every day.

We did attend a few parties during this time. At each party I would either
be taken to the party already naked and collared, or I would be stripped
soon after arriving. I actually looked forward to being exposed and ogled
by the other party goers, and being used by Master in front of them if he
so chose. I also enjoyed it when Master Kitagawa was present as he would
always slap me around, call me names, and fuck me roughly in front of
everyone, much to their delight – and my own.

James also visited Master every second Saturday afternoon for Japanese
lessons and I was required to give him a blow job or suck his toes or
whatever he wanted while he was at his lesson. While in Masters condo,
Master James also had complete dominion over me and Master Kosugi, I could
tell, was expanding his knowledge and understanding of much more than
simply the Japanese language.

One Friday evening I received a call from Master : "Boy, I will be out of
town for six weeks on business. Go to 2560 Haight Street tonight at
10pm. The Master there will look after you while I'm gone and he will
report to me how well you did. Don't disappointment me boy."

It was late summer and a warm evening for San Francisco when I grabbed a
taxi to the address. I was wearing chino shorts, a polo shirt and sneakers
when the taxi dropped me off outside of the large, Victorian type house. I
went up the stairs to the dark porch which had no lights on and rang the
doorbell. I waited for some time, contemplating whether or not I should
ring again, but decided eventually that I should just wait. I stood with my
hands behind my back, my head bowed and I waited. I heard noises of cars
and people passing on the street behind and below me, but paid them no
attention.

"Boy" I heard a familiar voice through the door, but I couldn't quite place
to whom in belonged.

"Yes Sir" I responded, my head snapping up and my body coming to rigid
attention out of the more relaxed state I had assumed without realizing it.

"Strip" came the command through the still closed door.  Without a moments
hesitation I pulled off my polo shirt, folded it neatly and placed it on
the banister at the side of the porch. I removed my sneakers and placed
them likewise on the banister. I then unbuttoned my shorts and let them
slip to my ankles before bending to retrieve them, folding them and adding
them to my polo. I returned to the attention position with my hand behind
my back and my head down.  My cock now raging hard.

"Turn around and kneel" came the command. I turned to face the street and
knelt on the roughly painted wooden floor of the porch. As I heard the door
behind me creak open I saw two people pass by the foot of the stairs
engrossed in conversation. I felt sure they would look up and see me here
and my cock twitched, but they were too involved in their conversation to
even notice me.

A pad of some type was placed over my eyes and I heard the unmistakable
sound of a strip of duct tape being pulled from a roll. Seconds later I
felt the tape being wound around my head to secure the material over my
eyes. I was now effectively blind. My wrists were grabbed, still behind my
back, and I felt what appeared to be chain being laced between the wrists
before I heard the click of a padlock.  I heard the chain clinking and
chinking as I was pulled to my feet. Another chain was placed around my
throat and I heard another padlock secure it in place. A tug on the chain
around my throat forced me to walk and I followed like a blind dog on a
leash wherever my new master wanted to take me.

I felt a different surface under my bare feet, and smelled the house aroma
that old me I was now inside before I heard the creaking of the door as it
swung shut. Another tug on my leash pulled me forward for quite a ways
before I felt some arms grasping me around my chest from behind. The leash
was still taught in front of me, compelling my journey forward, and for the
first time I realized there were two people present. The floor suddenly
disappeared from beneath my feet and I tensed as I expected to fall, but
the arms steadied me and gently lowered me until my foot found the ground
again. I quickly realized I was going down stairs. One down I felt the
ground surface change once again to a much cooler, harder, rougher
surface...concrete. I was in the basement or garage. I was led forward
again until the leash around my throat was pulled up until I was straining
on my tip toes to relieve the pressure. It was then that I heard a click
and the pulling stopped, but I was still suspended on my tip toes with my
hands secured with chain behind my back.

Immediately I felt two sets of hands roaming all over my naked flesh,
caressing it, pinching it, probing my holes, slapping me lightly and
steadily with more intensity. I was quiet for much of this until the
slapping intensified and I began to grunt and tried to move away from the
direction of the attack, but where could I go?  There was so little slack
in the chain around my neck, that my involuntary muscle contractions when I
was hit sometimes caused me to almost lose my balance, but each time I
would be steadied by warm hands.

The slapping stopped and I heard movement behind me. Suddenly the chain
around my neck was no longer stretching me up to the ceiling and I was able
to put my feet flat on the ground again, but I heard the click of a padlock
and felt that the chain had once again been secured to something. No matter
though, I was no longer suspended painfully on my tip toes...right. The
first sting of the belt across my ass cheeks soon broke my relief over my
new position. I yelped involuntarily at the surprise and jumped forward,
the chain impeding my progress. Thwack. I heard the noise of the landing
before I felt the pain of the belt which had just landed across my right
pec and nipple. I yelped again and twisted away just in time for my right
thigh to be attacked, then my left butt cheek in quick succession. Thwack,
thwack, thwack...they came and came and came. I got control after the first
few and stopped yelping, but rather grunted on each strike and tried to
catch my breath in between each, but I could not help twisting, and turning
and lifting one leg then the other as the back of my legs were hit.

The strikes were randomly placed and randomly times, with differing degrees
of force and intensity. Some would land in groups of ten or fifteen within
five seconds or so. Others would be spaced by ten seconds or so in
between. I could not anticipate anything, and nothings seemed to indicate
the coming blow until it landed on my naked and vulnerable flesh. Suddenly
I was hit with a torrent of freezing cold water which washed me from head
to toe and back again. I turned my head out of the stream to try to catch
my breath and it washed down my body and up again to my face, allowing me a
much needed drink as I suddenly realized my mouth was parched and dry. The
noise of the water stopped as suddenly as it started and I shivered, now
cold and wet.

Hands gripped my hips and a stiff cock was forced into my ass in one swift,
uncaring thrust which made me yelp and tense before I realized what I was
doing. The cock withdrew and thrust back in just as deep and hard as
before, when I heard the "Take it like the fucking dirty white whore you
are, bitch" said loudly right next to my right ear. I suddenly realized
– the voice was that of Master Kitagawa.

He fucked me rough and hard, pulling all the way out and thrusting back in,
slamming my ass hard, and slapping me every now and again to get me using
my hips to help him fuck me.

"Ahhh...fuck yeah..." he growled as he shot his load deep inside of me. He
pulled out in one quick movement and I felt his fingers push into my
mouth. "Lick bitch, lick my cum off my fingers."

I was muttering a "Yes Sir" when a second set of hands gripped my hips and
a second hard cock forced its way into my ass. I grunted as I licked Master
Kitagawa's fingers eagerly.

"I can't believe he's so tight if he gets fucked as often as you say he
does" said they stranger fucking me. I did not recognize the voice, but it
had a strong Asian accent.

The second guy was equally as rough and aggressive as Master Kitagawa,
pounding into my ass like a steam hammer. After a long time I heard him
moan, and felt him stiffen, and realized he was coming. My hair was
grabbed, pulling my head back and in what was now a natural reaction I
opened my mouth to take whatever was being offered.

"Give him it to chew on while we're at the club" I heard Master Kitagawa
say moments before I felt something slimy drop into my mouth. I had a good
idea what it was, and a brief exploration with my tongue confirmed that the
second guy had been wearing a condom which had now been deposited into my
mouth, cum and all.

"Keep that in your mouth until we get back bitch, or I'll be very, very
upset – you understand." Said the second voice.

"Yes Si..."  I didn't even get the sir completed when the pain of a set of
nipple clamps being applied shocked me into yet another yelp. I heard
Master Kitagawa chuckle as I felt the second clamp pinch my other nipple.

A hand grabbed my ball stretcher and I felt some tugging and pulling before
a continuous weight seemed to pull on my balls.

"So fucking hot" said the second voice.

"We'll be back bitch. Don't go anywhere" and they both laughed.

I heard them go up stairs and move around for some time, before
returning. I thought they were returning to work on me, but instead I heard
them jump into a vehicle and I heard the unmistakable sound of a garage
door opening. Still blindfolded I had no idea where I was in relation to
the street, but my cock twitched and leaked a little at that moment. I
heard the vehicle engine start and heard it pull out of the garage, then
the garage door close again, before the vehicle drove off.

I shifted from one foot to the other, trying to relieve the tiredness that
was creeping into my lower back and legs as I stood for, I really had no
idea how long. The weight on my balls, stretching them had long since
stopped bothering me too much, and the clamps on my nipples I no longer
even felt. I kept wiggling my fingers behind my back to keep the blood
circulating and I found myself occasionally almost falling asleep, even
while standing up stark naked and barefoot with a steel chain around my
neck keeping me upright. I found myself recalling my time with Master
Kosugi and how much my life had changed. I found myself missing him
terribly, and wondering how I would last for six weeks without him. I
drifted in and out of a kind of hallucination state for, well, I really had
no idea how long. I would hear traffic and voices from outside the garage
occasionally, only to be replaced by long periods of silence. Was I going
to be standing here all night, until daybreak, or later?  Just that thought
got my cock hardening and twitching, and got me hot thinking about what I
must look like right now.

As I drifted off again into another slutty dream world I jumped suddenly as
the house began falling around me in a thunderous roar. I froze in fear and
found myself sucking in a deep breath, waiting for the beams to slam into
me at any second, then slowly realized it was the sound of the garage door
opening. In the silent world I had entered, the sound of the garage door
rumbling open was almost deafening. The door noise stopped and silence
flooded the garage again. I turned and craned my head listening for the
vehicle or voices, but hear nothing at all. I began to imagine all manner
of things going on. Thieves that managed to activate the door, only to find
a naked white slut, bound by chain in the middle of the garage. An
electrical fault which just caused the door to open on it's own, exposing
me to the street. I then heard the sounds of feet scuffing slightly on the
concrete behind me. I tried to listen intently and realized that at least
two people were behind me to the right, while at least one or maybe two
were on my left side behind me. Four people, was one of them Master
Kitagawa?  The garage door hadn't closed yet. I was naked to the world
outside, and to these four who were slowly surrounding me. What exactly was
going on. The material and duct tape over my eyes prevented any light in
and any opening through which I could try to look. Suddenly a hand slapped
my right ass cheek so hard that it almost sounded like a bullet being fired
in the quiet of the garage. I yelped and jerked forward against the chain
around my neck, my cock bouncing as I realized it was engorged once again
at the thought of four strangers looking at me in this state, and the
weight swung between my legs causing me more discomfort. Another hand
slapped me hard across the stomach as a third slapped the back of my left
leg. Hands began pummeling me in every conceivable spot, including slapping
my cock and my face. As I twisted and turned trying to avoid each
successive blow, my abusers laughed and giggled at each other, and I
smelled the distinct odor of alcohol.


--End

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