Date: Thu, 29 May 2008 15:14:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kai Anderson <gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com>
Subject: SLUTTY WHORE 10

SLUTTY WHORE SOUGHT BY HOT GAM MASTER X

by GWMSUB4DOMGAM

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Master Haro stepped up to me, camera still in hand, and grabbed my collar,
leading me back into the bedroom. I expected to be led to the all too
familiar leg at the foot of Master Kosugi's bed, but instead Master Haro
took me to the side of the bed opposite that on which Master Kosugi was
still soundly sleeping. He pulled back the covers, unfastened my cuffs and
re-fastened them in front of me but then attached them to a clip on the
headboard. He then leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips, with no
tongue, just a very gentle and sensuous kiss on the lips. He giggled
slightly as Master Kosugi, still asleep, moved behind me and spooned me
with his arm snaking over my chest and pulling me tightly to his chest and
abdomen. I felt Master Kosugi's hard cock slip into the crack of my ass,
his thighs nestle behind my own, and I felt the warmth of his body and his
steady rhythmical breathing. I was enveloped and overcome by a feeling of
such strong emotional love and concern that I found tears welling up in my
eyes. This was a new experience for me which I found hard to understand,
and I was embarrassed that Master Haro was witnessing it, but he simply
leaned over, smiled, giggled softly, stroked my hair, covered me with the
bed sheets, and walked away. I heard the condo door open, and close and I
drifted off into a wonderful, gloriously peaceful dream.

=================

I woke gently from a wonderfully peaceful sleep and realized a warm hand
was gently caressing thighs and ass as I laid on my left side. I rolled
over, my hands still cuffed and clipped to the headboard to see Master
Kosugi lying in bed beside me stoking me tenderly. Our eyes met, he smiled
and said "Morning boy" in such a loving way that I couldn't help but to
smile goofily and dreamily try to say "Morning Sir."  My mouth was dry so
the words were croaky as I spoke them. Master frowned with a little concern
showing on his face. "Are you feeling ok?" he questioned as he sat upright
in bed next to me, the covers revealing his muscular chest and six
pack. "I'm feeling wonderful Sir. My mouth is just a little dry" I
replied. He smiled and caressed my chest, running his finger tips over my
nipples and nodding as they hardened with his touch.

"I think we can help you with that right now boy" he said pulling back the
covers to reveal his hard cock pointing straight up to the ceiling. "I
presume you enjoyed drinking Haro and Kitagawa's pee, as you didn't user
your safe word" he said in a teasing, almost mocking voice. I blushed and
turned my eyes away but his fingers on my chin gently returned my gaze to
his. "Nothing to be embarrassed about boy. It was fucking hot seeing you
drinking their cum and pee." With that he leaned in and kissed me
passionately on he mouth, his tongue caressing my own, and occasionally
sucking my tongue into his mouth so that he could chew on it gently. He
pulled back after a long time, having let much of his spit as he kissed me
wet my mouth. "Now, I'm dying for a pee" he said as he jumped over to
straddle me, sitting on my chest. He was, of course, still naked and his
cock was still rock hard as he pushed his hips forward towards me, leaning
with his right hand on the headboard, and guiding his cock into my mouth
with his left hand. As soon as the head was in my mouth, he released a
little spurt of piss which I swallowed easily. He released a little more in
the next spurt, and this continued until he and I had developed a pace at
which he would slowly fill up my mouth and I would gulp away the contents,
allowing him to continue. He seemed to piss forever. It just kept flowing
and flowing and flowing. I felt as though I had drank a gallon of his piss
when the stream slowed and he tensed to fire six or seven final shots of
piss into me. "Fuck that feels so fucking good bitch" he said as he pulled
his cock out of my mouth but stayed kneeling over me in pretty much the
same position.

"While I'm here, you might as well get to work on my cock" he said gently,
and he pushed his cock gently back between my lips. I began sucking and he
quickly began fucking my face in long slow thrusts while his eyes were
closed.  Some of his thrusts forced their way to the back of my throat and
pushed my head back into the pillow, causing me to gag and cough slightly,
but he continued his strokes without losing any rhythm at all. I loved
looking up his abdomen, seeing the ripples of his six pack work as his hips
thrust forward and backwards, his biceps flex as he balanced himself on the
headboard. After a long time in this wonderful position, he pulled out,
slid down my body and lifted my legs up so that my ankles were just in
front of my face and my ass was totally vulnerable to him. I saw him reach
for a condom, open it, and roll it onto his cock. Within seconds he leaned
over, his face just above my own as his cock sank wonderfully into my
hole. He began the same steady rhythm and I fell into synch as I was
compressed into the bed on the downward strokes and bounced back up on he
upward strokes. His elbows were on either side of me and he grabbed my hair
with his hard on their side of my head. His eyes were closed for a long
time, lost in the fucking, but my eyes were locked on his gorgeous face,
his jet black hair, his muscular chest as I was fucked steadily,
wonderfully. His eyes opened and he looked straight into mine with a lust
that was evident. "Open your mouth boy, and keep it open" he said panting
slightly. The moment my mouth opened he let a long string of spit leak from
his mouth and fall by gravity into my mouth. As he fucked me, he continued
to let his spit leak down into my mouth, welling up in the back of my
throat. We fucked like this for a long time, and my mouth was at least half
filled with his spit, with me fighting the urge to swallow it, when he
jumped up, let my legs go, and moved forward to sit on my chest, plunging
his cock into my mouth. "Swallow boy" he said and I gulped down the mixture
of his spit and cum, savoring every last drop with what I am sure was a
goofy smile on my face.

Master then began jerking my cock with his right hand while pushing four
fingers into my ass as he did. I was moaning, eyes closed and enjoying the
thrusts of his fingers when I heard him add "What a fucking slutty whore
you are boy" he thrust a little deeper with his fingers before pulling them
almost all the way out. I moaned tried to hump his right hand as it slowly
stroked my cock.

"God you are such low life cum eating, spit swallowing faggot" and he
thrust his fingers back in, and I moaned and gyrated my hips.

"You just fucking love being used like a cum bitch. Fucked like a common
whore. Pissed in like a cheap toilet" and he thrust his fingers and I tried
to swallow his whole fist with my ass. He turned his hand and I felt more
of it thrust inside of me.

"Fuck bitch, you are almost swallowing my whole hand" he said as he
continued to stroke my now engorged and steel hard cock. He withdrew his
fingers and pushed back into my hole again, and this time I felt his hand
sink in until I felt his thumb stop his hands progress against my butt
cheeks. He pulled out and pushed back in again, then again, then again. He
repeated this for about ten minutes, occasionally delaying stroking my cock
to look down closer at how far his hand was inside me, before resuming the
stroking. I had never had a hand inside me so far, and the feeling was mind
blowing.

I guess he felt my hole tighten and my abdomen tense as he pulled out of my
hole to lift my hips high into the air until they rested against his
chest. He continued stroking my cock and while balancing me in that
position, plunged his hand back into my hole. That was it. My cock exploded
is ten to twelve spasms of wonderful cum, shooting straight onto my face
and into my mouth as Master pointed my cock directly at me.

"Fucking hell. Fucking hell" he repeated as I liked as much of my own cum
from around my lips as I could. I was exhausted and sexually spent, or so I
thought at the time. He threw my legs off to the side of his chest and I
they landed next to him, twisting my torso. He then scooped the remainder
of my cum with two fingers into my mouth and I licked them clean eagerly.

"Maybe I'll just kidnap you and keep you naked in the storage closet
downstairs until I want to use you" he said smiling at me. "Not let you go,
Keep you naked for the rest of your life. Keep you to serve me and my
fiends as I wish, when I wish however I wish. You would fucking love that,
wouldn't you bitch?" he said more as a statement than a question, but it
was said in almost an admiring tone.

I smiled back and replied "Oh god yes sir." Then the moral and social
constraints of my upbringing flooded into my mind and I hesitated "Well, I
mean..." I was about to deny that which, in truth I knew to be absolutely
true, because I felt that was what society expected me to do, even though I
was alone with the dominant, aggressive, god of my every fantasy and
desire. He put a couple of fingers gently over my lips to stop me talking.

"I understand" he said gently. "We all have obligations, desires, fears. I
have always wanted to own my very own naked slave boy 24, 7. To keep him
naked and chained in a steel cage in my back yard, and to use him
constantly. It's a wonderful fantasy, but I don't have a back yard" he
laughed slightly and I relaxed and laughed with him.

"I fantasize about being kidnapped and kept as a naked sex slave for the
rest of my life to someone like you" I confess to him. "I have lots of
fantasies like that, and a lot of them you have fulfilled already" I tell
him. He smiles broadly and nods his head.

"I've had a few slaves, but you have gone further, faster, and without
complaint or demands than any I have had in the past. You have fulfilled
some of my fantasies this weekend so far, so we are even."  I felt so
incredibly in love, in lust, in awe of him at that moment.

We laid in bed talking about experiences, fantasies, desires, and ourselves
for hours. I discovered that he had been a bottom to Master Haro in Japan
beginning at the age of 15. Master Haro, a successful business
entrepreneur, had introduced him to many people in Japan who shared a
passion for S&M and bondage and had shown him the ropes, literally and
figuratively. Maser Kosugi had come to the US for school, graduated, then
become a citizen working for a US company owned by Master Haro. Master
Kitagawa was born and raised in the US as had Master Shimada. They were
`recruited' by Master Haro on one of his visits to the US four years ago,
and served as slaves whenever any of the group wanted them to. While most
of them dabbled in the mainstream leather and S&M scene, they also had
their own Japanese group which shared pictures, videos, parties, and
sometimes slaves amongst themselves. There was a similar group in Japan
that did the same thing.

I asked him about the video and pictures that had been taken. "We share
them amongst our group members. We have about two hundred members in Japan
and about a hundred to a hundred and fifty in other countries. Here in the
US there are about ninety of us. All of them have seen you naked and
humiliating yourself" he said as he watched for my reaction. I wanted to
ask a thousand questions, and I wanted to ask for my anonymity back, but my
throbbing cock and the tingle in the pit of my stomach indicated
otherwise. Master Kosugi smiled and playfully slapped at my cock. "I see
the idea of being seen by so many guys around the world is exciting to
you. Good, because I intend to show them a whole lot more of you boy. I
already have requests from some of my old friends in Japan about you."

"Really" I said smiling proudly, then getting a little embarrassed at
liking the idea of complete strangers all over the world seeing me acting
like a slut, a whore, and a sex hound. "What ...kind of requests?" I asked
tentatively, trying to hide my excitement and interest at what others might
want me to do beyond the stuff I'd already done.

Master Kosugi smiled. "You'll find out in due course boy." He let that sink
in for a while as my imagination began to run riot with all sorts of
extreme fantasies. "Rest assured though, you'll be safe throughout it
all. I want to look after you so that I can use your mouth and ass for
years to come."

We talked for a long time about all sorts of stuff. What I had
enjoyed. What had scared me.  My concerns. My desires. His desires. His
fantasies. Suddenly it was about 4pm and it seemed like we had talked for
days. I felt so close to Master at that moment. I had opened up my soul to
him. My deepest, darkest, most intensely embarrassing and submissive
fantasies and desires. He had done the same I thought, and our mutual
interests and desires were almost completely in synch. I knew I was his
completely, unreservedly, unabashedly. I would do anything to make him
happy and proud of me, and I was eager and anxious to serve him more. We
talked a little about our mutual fantasy of my being a 24/7 slave to him
and I expressed a desire to do that soon, but he cautioned me to wait for
at least a year before we made that decision. In retrospect he was much
more mature and experienced with regard to these matters, and he was
completely correct. "You've only known me for less than a week, and I've
only known you for the same amount of time. Take things slowly. We can play
hard and fast when we are together, but don't go giving up your condo, your
work, or your friends to jump into something that you don't really
understand yet" he said. "If and when the time is right, I'll be happy to
enslave you forever" he continued and my hard cock bounced at the thought
of that.

We showered in the usual manner, me washing him completely, then drying him
while I remained wet. I was then given five minutes to shower, shave, use
the toilet, and meet him in the kitchen. My steel collar and ball stretcher
had remained on, and become so much a part of me already that I hardly
noticed them any more. They were as much like a watch or a necklace that
you don't ever realize you are wearing a few moments after putting them
on. My hair was damp, my arm pits and pubes were also still moist, and I
still had beads of water running down my chest when I joined him in the
kitchen. He had prepared a sandwich with some fresh fruit and a large glass
of orange juice on a tray. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and
wearing flip-flops. "Bring the tray boy" he said as he walked from the
kitchen into the living room and turned on the large TV in the corner of
the room. I followed him with the tray and placed it on the coffee table,
then sat down facing him of the floor with my hands behind my back. I heard
the sounds of what I thought were a porn tape on the screen behind me, but
I kept my eyes firmly locked on Master while he ignored me and watched the
TV screen.

"Hand me my sandwich boy" Master ordered and as I turned to retrieve it
from the tray, I noticed myself on the TV screen, bent over and surrounded
by the Masters from last night. A slap on my shoulder from Master brought
me back to focus on his order and I tore my eyes away from the screen,
turned once again to face him and handed him the sandwich as he again
ignored me and took a bite.

"Are you hungry boy?" he asked as he chewed. I had not even thought about
food since I had woke that morning, but now I realized I was famished. "Yes
Sir" I replied, keeping my gaze on him while he stared past me at the TV
screen. I heard the different Masters voices commenting in Japanese but
could not understand them and therefore could not tell what part of my use
as a sex whore last night Master Kosugi was enjoying. I occasionally heard
grunts or gasps which I somehow knew were my own, but that did not help. I
so badly wanted to see my sexual degradation on the TV, to see me being
used like a cheap whore by these wonderful, aggressive, powerful Masters,
but I knew that I had to resist that temptation.

Master leaned forward, pushed my forehead back, opened my mouth and spat
the chewed contents of his mouth into my own. "Swallow boy" he ordered and
as I did my tongue elicited some of the flavor of the sandwich. It tasted
wonderful. Master repeated this process a dozen times with the sandwich and
fruit on the plate, sometimes swallowing the contents of his mouth himself,
and other times, spitting the contents into my mouth for me to swallow
without chewing. He would order me to give him a piece of apple, or a
strawberry, or the sandwich and return the remainder to the plate when he
had taken a bite. He would sip the orange juice and repeat the same
process. Sometimes swallowing it himself, while other times swirling the
liquid in his mouth then spitting the now warm liquid into my mouth. I
truly felt like a loyal and obedient dog as I sat there naked on the floor
at my masters feet, watching him intently as he watched TV, waiting eagerly
for any attention from him, and especially waiting for a morsel of food
from his gorgeous lips. I even had the collar around my neck as a dog
would.  I knew I would have happily sat there all afternoon and evening,
handing my Master his sandwich, fruit, and drink and returning them to the
tray after he was finished with them for that moment.

When the food and orange juice was finished he left me sitting there as he
continued watching the TV, occasionally stroking my hair or the side of my
face, exactly as you would a dog. After about twenty minutes, Master turned
my head gently toward the TV saying "Look boy. This is Kinbaku. We're going
to a party later for Master Haro as he is returning to Japan tomorrow
evening. At this party you and Kitagawa will be bound like this."

As my eyes found the TV screen I saw a lithe, totally hairless, Japanese
boy standing on the tip toes of his right foot while his left leg was
raised to the side and bound at the knee with repeated loops of thick brown
rope to a spot above his head that I could not see. His cock was pulled up
toward the ceiling with a similar rope tied around the head of it and the
rope also disappeared up towards the ceiling, but a vertical rope with a
free weight attached to it hung a distance in front of the boy in camera
range. Each time the boy adjusted or moved, the weight swung and his cock
bounced a little, so it was clear that the weight was attached to the rope,
and that in turn was tied to his cock head. Another rope bound and
separated each of his balls, and a short length hung down from his balls on
which were suspended two more free weight plates. As the camera circled him
I noticed that clips had been clamped to his nipples and they were being
pulled from his body by ropes which again disappeared up toward the
ceiling. A thick rope gag was tied into his mouth and around the back of
his head, pulling his head backwards and as the camera came around his
side, I saw that his wrists had been tied far up on his back, almost
between his shoulder blades, and then a short length of rope had been
attached to the rope gag at the back of his head.

As the camera circled the boy who looked very young, it was clear that
there were a number of spectators to his abuse all observing, laughing,
chatting amongst themselves and occasionally swinging the weight that held
his cock or the weights which pulled his nipples from his body which I
could now see. It appeared to be some type of club the boy was in. the
camera circled around the his front again and as it closed in on his face I
could see sweat running down his entire face and body. He constantly tried
to adjust to relieve the pressure on his joints and each movement seemed to
cause him pain, and his observers enjoyment. The camera continued to circle
and as it returned behind him I saw the base of a black butt plug which had
obviously been pushed into his ass to increase his discomfort. His eyes
followed he camera as it moved around him whenever he could, but his head
was pretty much immobilized by being tied as it was to his wrists. His
muscles strained, flexed, and relaxed as he seemed to try to relieve the
tension in what I knew must be an incredibly uncomfortable position to be
bound in. Add to that the weights, the audience, and as the camera panned I
realized it was in some type of bar and the large window allowed a view to
people simply passing the bar of this cute boys torturous captivity.

My cock was throbbing and hard, but despite my hands being uncuffed and
unbound, I left them behind my back as I had so recently been trained to
do. I watched mesmerized by the beauty of the roping, by the obviously
uncomfortable position the boy was left in, by the lithe boy himself, by
his movements and the bouncing of his cock, by the clearly appreciative
audience observing his abuse, and by the occasional glimpses of people
walking by the bar on the street outside. I wanted to experience this.

"You will be bound, exposed, in a stressful position for the viewing and
touching pleasure of everyone at the party. You and Kitagawa will be a big
part of the entertainment for the evening" he continued, breaking my
concentration from the TV to look at him and respond "Yes sir."

"The boy in the video is nineteen. He's very cute huh!" Master asked.

"Yes Sir, he's very cute" I replied returning my gaze to the screen.

"You don't recognize him?" Master asked in a light hearted way.

I looked again as the camera circled and I suddenly recognized Master Haro
and Master Yoshitsune in the audience. The camera circled again and I saw
the button nose, the dark smooth skin, the lean frame, and suddenly it hit
me. "It's Master Kitagawa" I said with a little shock and much excitement
in my voice at having succeeded in Master Kosugi's challenge. I then
quickly added "Sir."

"Good boy" he responded, ruffling my hair like you would a dog who had
returned with the ball you had just thrown for him moments ago. "Good boy"
he repeated. "That was nine years ago in Tokyo. Master Haro is a Kinbaku
master, and Kitagawa was very popular as his subject. Kinbaku uses very
special ropes and very special knots and positions to make the victim
uncomfortable as you can see. It takes a very special boy to be tied like
this" he said. "Do you think you have what it takes to suffer as Kitagawa
did nine years ago?" Master asked gently and quizzically.

"Yes Sir" I replied simply, enthralled by the idea of myself being bound in
the same extraordinarily erotic way that the gorgeous Master Kitagawa was
bound on the TV screen in front of me.

"Good boy" Master replied, ruffling my hair again. "I know you will be very
popular this evening."

I smiled and the TV was turned off. "Take the dishes to the kitchen, rinse
them, and put them in the dish washer, then join me in the restroom" Master
commanded and I moved immediately, turning to lift the tray and walking on
my knees to the kitchen.

Master laughed. "Good boy, you remembered not to stand when I'm
sitting. You are going to make an exceptional fucking whore boy. I can't
believe you were just sitting out there waiting for me to find you."

"Yes Sir" I replied as I reached the Kitchen and rinsed the plate and glass
under warm water and placed them into the dishwasher. I then dropped on all
fours and crawled through to the restroom. Master had a razor, shaving
foam, and some wet hand cloths on the counter and I instinctively knew what
was coming.

"Stand up here" Master commanded, pointing to the toilet as he closed the
seat cover over the center hole. I stepped up onto it using my hands to
balance myself, then returned my hands behind my back. Master took a pair
of scissors and trimmed a considerable amount of my relatively short pubic
hair, leaving only a small and thin square above my cock. He then removed
my ball stretcher for the first time and soaped up my balls before shaving
them until they were completely smooth. He dried the skit, then replaced
the ball stretcher. He then turned me around and applied soap to my ass
crack, making me bend over slightly to do so. He then shaved my ass
completely smooth also. There was very little hair on my legs but he took
the scissors again and trimmed my armpit hair He then pulled out a pair of
professional hair clippers and plugged them in. My hair was fairly short as
my consulting job required me to stay presentable. He smiled as he saw me
look at the clippers. "Kneel boy" he said pointing at the floor in front of
him, and I stepped down off the toilet and knelt before him, hands behind
my back. I heard the clippers come closer and closer, then felt them ply
through my hair from my forehead along the center of my head to the crown
at the back. As it moved, I felt hair falling over my shoulders and down to
the floor below. The clippers continued buzzing and the hair continued
falling. Around and around my body Master moved, and I really felt as
though he was shaving me completely bald. My mind was racing as I thought
about this and what my friends and work colleagues would say. Yet, I was as
hard as a rock as the clippers moved over my head. I truly felt like
Masters property, and that he was deciding what I would look like from now
on. I truly was his slutty, sex slave, and it felt totally and completely
...right!


--End

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