Date: Sat, 17 May 2014 20:11:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kai Anderson <gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com>
Subject: SLUTTY WHORE?S SECOND SUBMISSION 11

SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND
SUBMISSION 11

by GWMSUB4DOMGAM


"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.

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

"Pour me some more coffee bitch. Then you can clean up the dishes and pans
and put them away," Master ordered as he stood and began filming me with
his mobile phone again.

I stood quickly, retrieved the coffee carafe and filled Masters cup before
returning the carafe to the hot plate.  I then picked up Masters plate and
cutlery and lifted my bowl from the ground, placing all the items in the
right side of the large double sink.  I glanced out of the window above the
sink to see another dark and gloomy day outside with rain coming down in
heavy blustery downpours, blown by the wind almost horizontally at times.
The window looked out onto a sort of alley between this building and the
next, but a brick wall interceded between the two properties.  As I filled
the sink with water and dish washing soap, I noticed a number of windows on
the building on the opposite side of the wall which I suddenly realized
would have a clear view of this kitchen window, and of me standing stark
naked by the sink washing Masters dishes.  I scanned each darkened window
to see if anyone may be watching but didn't see anyone, much to my relief,
and yet, I was also somewhat disappointed.  Strange.  I had an intense fear
of being caught and found out for the depraved, sex crazed, nymphomaniac I
clearly was, yet at the same time I really craved being caught and used.

I was still musing on this when I finished washing each of the items and
placed them on the drying rack next to the sink.  I saw a towel hanging
from a hook next to the sink and glanced at Master who continued to film me
with his mobile, to see if I should use this to dry the dishes.  Master
merely nodded, with a huge smile on his face, and I proceeded to dry each
item, returning the pan to the hook, the plate to the pantry, the cutlery
to the drawer and my bowl under the sink.  When exactly did that dog bowl
become "my" bowl I wondered to myself, as I returned the towel to the hook
then dropped on all fours and turned to face Master.

"Good boy, Gooooood booooooy!" Master praised me and my own beaming smile
and excitement was evident.

I had pleased Master and I was immensely happy about it.  I really wanted
Master to be happy with me.  I wanted Maser to always be happy with me.  I
wanted him to always want me around him, to always want me.

"Arfff, Arfff, arfffff," I responded, smiling back at Maser.

Master snapped his fingers and walked from the kitchen backwards.  Without
any verbal command required I immediately scrambled on my hands and knees
to his side and followed him around the stairs and to the door I had first
entered into his domain from.  Through the door into the storage room and
through another door that I had not noticed that first night which led to a
small dark room with no windows.  Master flipped a light switch outside of
the room and a single naked bulb lit up, showing rough brick walls on all
four sides, a drain in the middle of the room which did not have a cover on
it, and a heavy thick steel chain, similar to the one Master had used to
secure me in the dog cage at his scrap yard the weekend before.

"If you need to take a piss, or a shit, do it there now," Master ordered,
pointing to the open drain hole in the middle of the room.  I realized that
I really did need to piss, but having not eaten for over twenty-four hours,
I really didn't have anything to shit out at this point.

I crawled over to the hole and was about to grab my dick to piss into the
hole when Master grunted at me.  I glanced back and immediately realized
what he wanted.  I was still on all fours, so I was his dog.  I lifted my
right leg and began pissing into the hole, while Master continued to video
me.  Once finished I glanced back at Master who placed his mobile on a
small shelf to the left of the door.  Master then approached me, stepped
behind me and pulled me by my hair into an upright kneeling position.  He
then left the room for a few seconds and returned with something in his
hand with a long trailing electrical wire and a plug.  He plugged it in and
the moment he turned it on, I realized it was a hair trimmer.  Master
stepped behind me and I felt the trimmer vibrating as he touched it to the
side of my head above my right ear and swept it back and down.  I felt my
already somewhat short hair, at least I thought it was short, fall over my
shoulders and down my back.  Master repeated the process from right to
left, the clippers so close to my scalp that I felt sure I was going to be
left completely bald.  I began so shake a little and tears began to form as
I began to contemplate how I would look, shorn like a convict and how I
would explain this sudden hairstyle choice to my friends and family.  I
thought about asking Master to stop, but once he had begun, stopping half
way through would have been even more ludicrous.  Half bald and half not!
I simply closed my eyes and let Master do as he wished.

Master turned off the clippers and commanded me to "Stand, bitch."

I opened my eyes and stood as commanded.  Master unplugged the clippers and
left the room, leaving me alone.  I quickly ran my hands over my bald head,
only to find that there remained about a quarter-inch of hair all over my
head.  My head felt like a tennis ball or something. It actually felt
really good to run my hand back and forward on my scalp, but how would I
explain this to everyone.  Master returned and smiled as I quickly dropped
my hand behind my back again. This time Master carried four long heavy
chains with heavy steel cuffs at the end of each.  Taking his time, Master
attached the cuffs around each of my wrists and ankles.  I felt the weight
of the thick metal cuffs, and their coldness as they were secured with an
allen key around my warm flesh.  Then beginning with my arms, Master
stretched me out, attaching the chains to unseen fasteners on the wall of
the room to each side of me.  My arms were outstretched and raised up so my
hands were above my head at about a forty-five degree angle. Master used a
small box to stand on in order to secure the chains leading from each
wrist.  He repeated the process for my ankles, securing the chains on each
side to the wall, but lower down. As he pulled my legs apart, because of
the restriction of my wrists held high above me and stretching my arms to
their fullest reach, I found that when he pulled my last leg off to the
side to fix it, both my feet came off the ground and my full weight rested
on the cuffs around my wrists.

Once secured, Master stepped back and smiled as he surveyed his work, and
me, stretched out into a large X, suspended off the floor, completely naked
with my newly cropped hair and my cock still sticking straight out from my
body, hard as a rock and continuing to leak pre-cum.  Just how much pre-cum
could I leak without shooting a load I wondered, as Master left the room
once again.  I took the time to survey my body, stretched out naked as it
was.  My fists were pulled against the wrist cuffs and my feet were
similarly straining against my ankle cuffs.  It looked fucking hot I
thought to myself, and I kind of wished I could see myself from Masters
point of view.  I gazed along each arm, seeing it taught and extended away
from me, with the steel shackle around my wrist and the thick links of the
chain running up to the solid connector on the wall.  I tensed my muscles,
testing the chain and the fixture, but I found no give in either. I then
looked down over my torso.  My arms were stretched so tight that my chest
puffed out and my small pink nipples stood out in the coolness of this
room.  I couldn't see my abdomen or my hips for that matter. The only thing
I could see was my cock protruding out and bobbing up and down as I
contracted my sphincter muscle in excitement.  My legs were splayed out at
a strangely wide angle, my larger thigh muscles straining, leading down to
my lower leg and calf muscles before being interrupted by the thick, wide,
gray-silver of the of the cuff around each ankle.  I noticed my feet seemed
to be hanging at a strange angle, pointing straight down towards the
elusive ground.  Every movement I made caused me to swing slightly in the
chains. Even the slightest turning of my head, caused a gentle swaying
motion which highlighted the feeling of the cuffs beginning to dig into my
flesh.

Master walked back through the door carrying some new items.  He placed
them on the ground behind me so I could not see what they were, even if I
strained to try to look behind be as I did not have enough purchase in the
chains to do so.  Master came in front of me and showed me two medium sized
bright green bulldog clips, similar to the ones I'd endured in the back of
his car the previous evening. I braced myself, screwing closed my eyes and
holding my breath as Master placed them over each of my nipples in a
horizontal position.  They were tolerable for a brief second, then it felt
as though they were heated until white hot, as an intense pain burned
through my chest. I had to exhale "AAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwww."

I heard Maser chuckle behind me as I felt Masters hand on my left hip,
holding me in place as something was thrust into my ass in one violent
push.  "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." I exclaimed as it penetrated my hole, only to
immediately be pulled out and thrust in again.  This was repeated about six
times, each time a little less painful than the last.  I screamed on each
penetration, trying shaking involuntarily throughout my entire body which
ony exacerbated my swinging motion on the chains. Sweat began trickling
down my face and I felt tears well up in my eyes.  I closed them tightly,
resigned to enduring this assault for Masters pleasure.  Finally it was
removed and I felt Master step in close behind me, his chest against my
back and his left hand coming to my sweaty forehead, pulling my head back
as far is it would go.

"Open, bitch," Master commanded and without any hesitation I opened my eyes
and my mouth. Immediately I saw something that looked like a penis attached
to a large piece of leather in front of my face, and it was thrust into my
mouth right up to the leather face piece.  The penis was thick, black and
about three or four inches long, so it took up most of the space in my
mouth, forcing my tongue to the bottom of my mouth, but not quite long
enough to induce my gag reflex.  I felt straps being pulled around either
side of my cheeks and the gag was secured in place. It had a slightly odd,
but not unpleasant taste, and I knew it had just come from my asshole.  I
had sucked Masters cock when it had fucked me first, so this was not really
anything new, but it still aroused me for some reason. I was being forced
to suck my own ass by this hot, gorgeous stud and I was so horny for it.

I had forgotten about my nipples while the gag was being forced into my
asshole, but as the gag was fixed in my mouth, the burning in my chest
returned and took my attention again.  It was subsiding somewhat, but damn,
it still hurt like hell.  Master left the room again as I viewed the two
yellow metal bulldog clips that were biting into my nipple flesh.  The
leather that held the penis gag obscured my view slightly this time, so I
had to turn my head a little to look out of the side of my eyes to catch a
glimpse of the yellow hell, with the two steel metal clips pointing out
from my chest. I couldn't ask or plead or beg for them to be removed now.
Again, I'd just have to endure for Masters pleasure, and despite the pain,
I decided I could do that.

Master returned wearing rubber dish washing gloves and carrying a couple of
tubes of ointment that I could not make out.  Walking directly to me,
Master squeezed out a large dollop of white ointment onto the glove, spread
it between both hands and began to rub it all over my cock and balls, or to
be more precise, all over my public hair.  It quickly dawned on me what
this was. I looked pleadingly at Master, but he ignored me entirely,
focusing only on spreading the hair removal cream over my pubic hair, my
arms, my legs, my asshole and my armpits.  I watched him in silent horror
as the cream was spread everywhere, using up two entire tubes of the stuff.
I had no hair on my chest, or back, and little really on my arms or ass
crack, but everyone would notice my lack of pubic hair when I had to shower
at school or at home.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!  How would I explain
away my new haircut AND no pubic hair AND no fucking hair on my legs? The
chain and padlock Master had secured around my neck last weekend had been
viewed with mild disinterest and some jokes about not being able to afford
a Silver or Gold chain to wear, but showering at school following
P.E. (Physical Education) with no fucking public hair would be impossible
to explain away.

Mater stepped back to survey his work and glanced into my eyes with that
smirk on his face.  I was trying to plead with him through only my eyes as
I could only grunt with the penis gag in my mouth, but Master seemed to
truly enjoy and relish my discomfort and my realization that I would be
completely hairless next week, and for quite some time until the hair grew
back.

"Good, bitch.  Looking better and better," Master said, chuckling to
himself as he left the room once more.

Master returned moments later with a leather blindfold and some large
headphones.

"I have some things to take care of bitch, so I want you to wait here until
I get back, o.k. ?"

Master laughed at his obvious joke.  Where could I possibly go, shackled
and naked like this?

"Get some rest while I'm away, bitch."

With that, Master placed blindfold over my eyes, securing the leather
straps behind my head before placing the headphones over my ears.  I was
now totally isolated.  I could not see, hear, or talk.  I felt the pain in
my chest, the tug of the cuffs against my wrists and ankles, and I became
aware that unlike the rest of the house, this room was cooler that the
others, but not too uncomfortable.

As I was resigning myself to an unknown amount of time in this position, I
jumped involuntarily when a hand touched my left hip and I felt something
penetrate my ass. Narrow and small at first, I mistakenly thought it as
Masters finger, but it quickly became clear to me that it was cold, hard
and metallic, and it was growing quickly in width as it was forced into my
hole.

"AAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I exclaimed as best I could with the penis gag in my
mouth, as the widest diameter of the plug forced its way past my sphincter
and lodged itself in my hole.  The plug was deep inside me, and as I tensed
my asshole, I could feel it was really, really wide and it was also really,
really long.  I felt it pressing against my insides, much like Master
Hadi's cock when he raped me the night before.  As that memory and feeling
returned, I felt my cock twitch and my ass muscles tense, increasing the
sensation deep inside of me in a painful, yet erotically pleasant way.

Moments later I felt Maters hands on my cock, holding it by the shaft.
Without thinking I tried to hump myself on Masters hand, as horny and
desperate to shoot my load as I was at this point, despite the pain in my
nipples and my asshole.  A quick slap on my exposed balls brought me back
to my reality, as the intense pain from the slap spread through my whole
abdomen.  I drew in a sharp breath as best I could through my nose, the gag
making any significant breathing through my mouth difficult to say the
least, and tried to control my breathing to try to control the pain at the
same time.  I was concentrating on this when I felt something being pushed
into, pushed up...up my fucking piss slit in my cock.  What the hell...  It
too was solid, like metal, and to my horror it kept going deeper and deeper
and deeper into my very guts.  It was painful and excruciatingly
uncomfortable.  I'd never had anything go into my piss slit before.  I
didn't realize anything could, or for that matter should, go into it.  I
thought it was only for things coming out of it.  Finally the pressure of
the thing pushing in subsided, but it was replaced by something being
placed over my cock, and then each of my balls being pulled painfully
through some kind of solid metal bar that ended up behind my balls.

I was breathing hard through my nose by now, and I could feel sweat running
from my forehead, down the sides of my face and my entire body seemed to be
wet with sweat at this point, despite the room seeming cold earlier when I
first came into it. Masters hands left my cock and balls, and I felt
suddenly alone.  Suspended in mid air without the ability to see or hear or
talk, despite the pain Masers hands had been causing me, at least I knew he
was there when his hands were touching me.  Without that interaction I had
no idea who was there, who was watching me, or whether he had left me
alone.  I listened intently, but the headphones excluded all external
noise.  I could clearly hear my own breathing, and even my blood
circulating as my heart beat slowed now, but nothing else.  I was in total
darkness.

Suddenly a tingling, almost ticklish sensation hit my right nipple and my
chest muscle contracted on its own.  Master was still with me, I thought.
The sensation suddenly shifted to my asshole and my butt muscles
contracted, forcing the plug a little deeper inside my hole, which was far
from comfortable.  The sensation subsided in my asshole and for a few
moments there was nothing, and I was confused.  Suddenly pain shot through
my entire cock, causing my thigh muscles and my abdomen to contract. It
felt as though...as though a million bees were stinging every inch of my
cock all at once, and not just the surface, but INSIDE my cock.  I screamed
and tried to twist in my shackles to get away from the pain, but I had
nowhere to go.  The pain stopped as suddenly as it had come and I breathed
heavily, trying to regain control.

The pain returned a few moments later without warning to my asshole, with
much more intensity this time and my butt muscled and abdomen muscles
contracted again, involuntarily.  FUCK, this was fucking painful.  The pain
moved from my asshole, to my right or left nipple, or my piss slit, to the
back of my balls in a random and indiscernible pattern, with sometimes very
short pauses between, and sometimes long pauses that gave the false hope
that the torture was complete, only for the pain to return with a
vengeance.

As I twisted and turned in vain, trying to alleviate the pain that
inexorably continued irrespective of anything I did, I was suddenly hit
with freezing cold water. The water flowed with force, all over my chest,
up each arm and down each leg, moving around me to repeat the pattern on my
back.  The water was so cold I found myself shivering, and it seemed to
increase the intensity of the pain in my nipples, asshole and cock and
balls.  I was beginning to find it hard to breath, between sobbing and
holding my breath as the pain shot through my body, I couldn't really get
enough air in and I began to panic, thinking I was going to suffocate right
here, right now.  I began to struggle more and more against the
impenetrable steel cuffs and chains that bound me and I found myself
flexing and releasing my fists trying to pull the chains from the wall, all
to no avail.

Just as I was about to give up, I realized the freezing water had stopped
and the shooting pain had also stopped.  I was still suspended, but my
nipples were no longer painful and my ass was now accustomed to the plug.
My cock still felt really weird with whatever was stuck up it, but it
wasn't so bad compared to the pain.  My breathing slowed, my heart rate
returned to normal and I began to think...maybe I'd be ok.

I lost all track of how long I was left in that position.  I tried counting
to myself to keep a sense of perspective, but images of Master Rashid, of
me standing naked in the rain on that road last night, of running naked
through the fields like some animal, of Master Hadi's sudden appearance of
his forceful and aggressive rape, and of this morning's fuck by Master
Rashid kept interrupting my thought patterns.  Images and sensations would
flood into my consciousness only to be replaced seconds later with a little
discomfort or tension in my hips, or my wrists, or my nipples.  This went
on for what seemed like a long, long, long time.  I felt my hands begin to
tingle eventually, and my feet became very cold.

Icy cold water hit me like a ton of bricks, square in my chest and face
causing every muscle in my body to tense in pain.  I opened my eyes in
shock and tried to scream out a "fuck" but I saw only darkness and my
tongue would not work.  My legs and arms would not work either and I
panicked not sure what was happening, when the second wall of icy cold
water hit me.  The second sheet of water, cascading down my naked flesh and
running like a river off my feet and cock seemed to bring me immediately to
my sense.  I remembered Master had shackled me in the small dark room,
blindfolding, gagging and taking away my hearing with headphones.  Despite
every part of me shivering at the assault of this frigidly cold water that
was draining every ounce of warmth from my exposed flesh, I was elated.
Master was BACK.  Master was HERE.  Master was with me NOW.

The headphones were removed and I instantly heard the water dripping from
my own body as it landed on the now wet floor below me.  The blindfold was
removed next and the light in the room seemed blinding at first.  I blinked
and blinked, trying to open my eyes to see Master, but the light was
actually painful.  I screwed my eyes closed and began cracking them open
one at a time to let a minimum amount of light in to help them adjust.  As
I was doing this I realized that while two hands were running down my chest
and abdomen, wicking away the water down towards the floor, two hands were
also running down my back and over my buttocks doing the same thing behind
me.  Master Hadi must be here now also.

Hands grabbed at my ankles and I felt my right leg released from its
bondage and gently brought back under me.  Despite this, I really could
only feel some pain in my hips, but not really my foot which I knew was now
touching the floor.  As my left leg was released and brought under me, my
eyes began to become accustomed to the light and I noticed a mop of
tangled, shoulder length dirty blonde hair in front of me.  As I focused a
sudden fear gripped my stomach.  A White guy, probably in his mid twenties
stood before me.  A stranger. Where was Master?  What was going on?  Who
was this guy?  Hands began fingering the plug in my ass and I turned my
head to see another stranger behind me, also White with short jet black
hair.

The guy behind me tugged on the plug and sloppy plopping sound was
accompanied by a sudden release of pressure inside my guts.  The guy in
front of me glanced up at me as he removed some wires that were attached to
a steel rod that was impaled in my piss slit.  He smiled briefly then
returned to the task at hand.  He had amazing light blue eyes, and
occasional acne marks on his cheeks.  He was wearing a green and white
striped football jersey which I immediately recognized as a Celtic football
club shirt.  He wore loose fitting baggy light blue jeans and dirty large
white hi top sneakers.

Behind me I felt something else being inserted into my hole.  I tried to
look over my shoulder to see what the guy behind was doing, but I didn't
have enough slack in my still shackled arms to do so.  I looked pleadingly
at the boy in front of me who was now fingering the bulldog clips on my
nipples.  I didn't feel any pain from my nipples, but I know as soon as
they were removed, I'd be in excruciating agony.  In one violent and sudden
movement, he ripped the clips off my flesh. I felt certain that the clips
had merged with my very flesh and their removal had ripped off my nipples
and skin from my chest as well.  The pain was incredible and coursed
through my chest, so much that I screamed in agony and pulled my knees up
towards my chest, no suspended in mid air by my wrists.

I heard both boys laugh as I screwed up my eyes and dropped my head as low
towards my chest as I could manage, still screaming through the cock gag
that remained in my mouth.  The boy in front lifted my head with both hands
and I opened my eyes as tears flowed down my cheeks.  He leaned in and
kissed me tenderly on the forehead, then licked some of the tears as they
flowed down my cheeks.  I was stunned.  I hadn't expected such tenderness
from these strangers. It totally confused me.  My confusion was replaced
almost immediately by a new sensation in my guts which seemed to be
filling, as though with gas.  I then realized as the boy in front stepped
back that my guts were being filled with water, by the guy behinds me.  My
guts felt full, but the water kept filling as I felt my belly distending.
The boy in front began kneading my guts which was horribly uncomfortable
then with a nod from him, the boy in the back pulled the tube from my
asshole as the boy in front pressed against my belly.  I couldn't hold the
water in and despite my best efforts, I began to shit the water out of
myself.  I could hear it as the water from my ass shot out and hit the
floor and drain below me.  It was such a relief to get rid of that water,
but I felt the hose being inserted again and despite pleading with my eyes
to the boy in front, my guts were filled up and cleaned out four more times
until they seemed satisfied.

I felt exhausted, totally spent by the time they removed the chains from my
ankle cuffs, leaving the cuffs in place as they had done on my ankles.  The
feeling had returned to my feet and legs, but my hands seemed numb and
frozen solid.  I could not feel anything I touched with them. I was flexing
and squeezing my fists as best I could to get the blood flowing again when
the boys switched places.  The dark haired boy stepped in front of me and
began unscrewing a screw that seemed to connect the rod in my cock, to the
metal ring around the base of my cock and balls.  Once the screw was
removed he nodded to the boy behind, who immediately grabbed my arms and
held me against him.  The boy in front was also in a Celtic football
jersey, with tight black jeans and black and white Converse basketball
hi-tops.

As I glanced into his dark brown eyes and relaxed slightly as he gazed back
in a loving way, he pulled the rod slowly from my urethra.

"Ahhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaa." I screamed until I could really scream no
more.

It felt as though someone was scratching the inside of my cock all the way
out, and I struggled to get away from his hands, yet once the rod was out,
it felt almost like I had just shot my load.  It was a euphoric feeling
that is hard to truly explain.  The penis gag was removed and both boys
began kissing me on the lips and pushing their tongues into my mouth, first
one, then the other.  My cock which had shriveled to a tiny quarter of its
normal size after the rod was removed stirred instantly and began rising to
the occasion. I was slowly getting the feeling back in my hands.

The blond boy finally grabbed my right hand and led me as you would lead a
child, slowly out of the small, cold room and through Masters house back to
the kitchen.  I walked slowly, carefully, and with some trepidation.  I had
no idea who these two boys were or what they intended to do with me.
Master had put me with a complete stranger last night who had raped me
viciously.  As I watched the blond boy walk in front of me, his ass moving
inside his baggy jeans, his bare feet on the marble of the hallway, his
occasional glances back at me, I hoped this is what both boys had in store
for me.  I hoped they were going to rape me also, hard, vicious and
aggressive.

We walked into the kitchen and I saw the table was now laden with shopping
bags and boxes filled with groceries.  The blond boy released my wrist and
he and the dark haired boy both stood side by side looking me up and down
as I stood there stark naked with a huge erection in front of them.  I
blushed, felt instantly uncomfortable and stupid, and I looked away to the
side and down at the ground.

"Yer ur kitchen cunt, bitch," said the blond boy in a heavy Glasgow accent.

"Yer gonna elp us cook a banquet fur yer Mastah the night."

I looked back at him and my mouth dropped open in surprise.  I didn't quite
know what to expect, but it wasn't that, for sure.

"Empty the stuff oot o the poly bags and arrange it oan the table, bitch.
Goat it?" the blond boy demanded, as the black haired boy snapped some
pictures of me with his mobile phone.

"Yes, Master," I responded, staring at the black haired boys phone in
shock. I thought Master was the only one who had me on film or video, but
now this complete stranger had a photo of me standing naked, with a hard
on, with steel bracelets around my wrists and ankles.

"Well.  Wat ya waitin fer.  Get a fucking move oan," the blond boy
commanded and I immediately moved to the table and began to empty the
plastic (poly) bags contents onto the table.

The bags contained mostly vegetables, herbs, pulses, and fruit, while the
boxed contained numerous meats that were wrapped in brown paper from a
butcher somewhere.  As I emptied the bags and boxes, the boys were pulling
out roasting pans and frying pans and pots, cutting boards and knives and
so on.  Despite their age and appearance, they seemed to know exactly what
they were doing and I found myself quickly commanded to prepare and chop
the vegetables following one demonstration by the dark haired boy.  I spent
the next hour chopping, dicing, slicing and cleaning them under the
watchful eye of the dark haired Master, while the blond haired Master was
unwrapping various cuts of meat and preparing them by stuffing them, or
rolling and tying them with string, or adding herbs and oil to them.

As I focused on the task at hand, trying to ensure I didn't cut myself with
the sharp knives I was using to prepare the vegetables, I almost forgot
that I was standing stark naked in a relative strangers home in the middle
of Glasgow, with two young dressed guys whom I'd literally just met an hour
ago, following their orders like an apprentice in a restaurant.  My cock
actually softened a number of times, but as the dark haired boy supervised
my progress, his hands would caress my hips or ass or shoulders and I would
get an instant erection, which seemed to amuse him every time.  He would
grab my cock and remind me that I could not touch it which I was preparing
the food, and each time he would stroke me three or four times before
letting me go, exasperated and incredibly horny.  The blond boy was
entirely focused on preparing the meats, but I did find him occasionally
staring at me and smiling.

The dark haired boy then had me help him in cutting some fruit and
preparing some pulses and spices in the blender.  As I stood by the
blender, next to the sink which was adjacent to the kitchen window, I
noticed that it was now dark outside which meant it had to be late
afternoon. I also noticed lights in three of the windows of the building
opposite.  It hadn't really occurred to me that the kitchen was illuminated
by light up till that moment, but as I stood next to the window in sight of
the other building, I felt exposed and very naked once again.  I scanned
those windows repeatedly as I worked the blender for the dark haired boy,
but fortunately no-one seemed to appear.

The kitchen began to smell wonderfully of cooking meat and spices and herbs
and I continued to serve the two boy Masters in any way the needed to help
prepare the meal.  As the kitchen filled with the aroma, my stomach
rebelled at the lack of food I'd had, despite Masters generosity at
breakfast this morning.  I was famished, and I realized it now.  I
contemplated sneaking some food when the boy Masters were not watching, but
decided against it.  Master will feed me when he sees fit.

As the dark haired boy began preparing some desserts, the blond boy now
utilized me to help carve the lamb and chicken and plate some of the fish
that had been prepared.  He would show me how to carve each, and would then
hand me the fork and knife, standing behind me with his hands on my hips as
I followed his instructions. I could feel the warmth of his body and again,
my cock was rock hard.  I was so focused on doing a good job, that I missed
Master Rashid and Master Hadi entering the kitchen.


--End

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