Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2019 23:34:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kai Anderson <gwmsub4domgam@yahoo.com>
Subject: SLUTTY WHORE NEW YORK NEW YORK 11

SLUTTY WHORE NEW YORK NEW YORK 11

by gwmsub4DOMGAM



These are mostly memoirs of things I've done in the past.  Timelines are
adjusted and some artistic license has been applied to make the re-telling
more interesting and captivating. Some things which I include in one moment
of time may have happened over weeks or months, but compressing them into
one moment would have been so much fun, so I re-tell it this way.

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



When I stepped out of the shower, one of the gang members threw me a towel
and all watched as I dried myself, with my cock rising to full mast as I
did so. Once I was dry, the towel was returned to the gang member guard,
and I walked into the bedroom and was about to shut the door, when I heard
"Leave it open," shouted from the guards. I contemplated sleeping in the
bed but chose instead to curl up naked on the floor at the foot of the bed
instead.

It took a while for me to sleep, as I could hear voices and noises
throughout the house from the others downstairs, and from the guards at the
top of the stairs. My mind was also working overtime. What have I allowed
to happen to me?  I fantasized about being a kept property slave, and I
enjoyed BDSM, but was this what I wanted?  Did I have any choice now?
Would I ever see, or be able to contact my family again? How long would
Master Marcus enjoy me before selling me to someone worse? I was naked,
alone, held captive by a Black drug gang in New York City. How much lower
could I go, and how much worse would things get?

Despite the situation I now found myself in, I eventually fell into a deep
sleep.





I was awakened at seven the next morning by one of the guards nudging me
awake with his foot as I slept on the hardwood floor.

"Git up," were the only words he repeated until I finally roused, opened my
eyes, and looked around confused.

Despite my situation I had slept soundly, but on being wakened up like
this, I was initially lost as to where I was, who the gang member was, and
what I was doing. Groggily, and slowly, the previous days events came back
into my memory and I sat up looking at the guard with some confusion
remaining, but more alarm at why he was waking me like this.

"UP," he almost shouted at me, but as he did so he backed away to the door,
looking back to wait for me to get my naked ass off the floor. I stood up
and noticed my morning wood sticking out in front of me. The guard glanced
at my rock hard cock also but didn't seem to care too much about it.

"Follow me," he said as he walked out of the room. I followed him as
ordered without saying a word.

We passed the other three armed guards, two who were standing by the top of
the stairs and one who was in the kitchen eating from a bowl with his
handgun on the table.  As my alarm clock guard made his way down the stairs
from the fourth floor, I hesitated, unsure if I should follow.  Master
Marcus had told me clearly I was to remain on the fourth floor.  My
hesitation was noticed and one of the other guards at the top of the stairs
who had been watching me intently spoke up while putting a hand on my ass
to push me gently forward towards the stairs.

"You're goin to the gym in the basement," he said. "S'ok,"

I gingerly followed the first guard down the stairs, looking ahead as I
went. On each floor I passed at least two armed, mean looking guards until
we reached the ground floor where there were about six or seven young
teenagers who were dressed in the now familiar baggy gang type clothes,
with bandanas, and baseball caps, and lots of gold chains and tattoos.
They were chatting, smoking, drinking, and laughing until I began to walk
down the stairs behind the guard, at which point they all stopped and
turned to watch. The guard turned at the bottom of the stairs and walked
towards the back of the corridor, where the stairs led down to the
basement. I felt all of their eyes watching me and heard murmured comments
in very low voices as I looked at the ground, embarrassed to catch their
gaze as I went down the last few steps and turned to follow the guard with
my still hard cock bouncing up and down and from side to side.

Down the final flight of stairs, the guard opened a door and waved me in as
the room lights flickered on. I walked through the door and the guard
simply closed it behind me while he remained outside.

"You got two hours," he said as he closed and re-locked the door.

The room was pretty large, with a treadmill, bicycle, a rowing machine, a
pull up bar, and lots of free weights. There was a shower and toilet in the
corner of the room, both had no door or walls around them, so they were
fully exposed. As I walked around the room I noticed the surveillance
cameras in opposite corners of the room, which had their red lights
burning. Someone was probably watching me right now.

I jumped onto the bicycle after adjusting the saddle, set the resistance
appropriately, and cycled for just under an hour. The digital clock on the
wall allowed me to keep track of time. The room didn't have any
ventilation, but there was cool air blowing in through some vents on the
ground, spaced around the room. Following that, I used the free weights to
work on my biceps and chest for a while, then did some sit ups and push ups
before showering to wash the sweat off. As I turned off the shower, I
realized there was no towel, so I just used my hands to sweep as much water
off me as possible and I then sat on the ground waiting for the guard to
return.

My thoughts turned inevitably to my new situation. My new depravations. How
long would Master Marcus keep me here?  How long would his interest in me
remain?  What would he do when he lost interest in me? What did he want to
do with me? Would I end up dead in this place? Would he sell me to someone
else afterwards? Would he sell me to someone much worse? Could I escape?
Should I even try to escape with all of these mean looking Black guys with
guns all around?  How would I explain my nakedness and the collar around my
neck if I did escape?

So many thoughts and concerns ran through my head. It felt hopeless, and
forlorn, and I would get really nervous, but would then talk myself down by
remembering that despite being stark naked in this scary place with all of
these scary guys, only Master Marcus had fucked me and everyone else seemed
to be keeping a respectful distance.

At precisely nine by the clock in the gym, the guard unlocked the door and
swung it open. I stood, still wet from the shower, and walked out of the
door, waiting until he closed and re-locked it. He then led me back up
stairs, passed the teenagers once again, and up to the fourth floor where
he threw a towel at me to allow me to dry off completely.

"Sir, Thank you, Sir," I said, catching the towel and drying my hair.

Almost immediately one of the other guards said "Boss is `ere," and the
towel was grabbed away from me and I was told to kneel at the top of the
stairs and wait for the Boss. I did as I was ordered, kneeling in the
"show" position with my kneed apart, my hands behind my head, and my head
down with my eyes looking only at the top step between my knees.

I heard Master Marcus voice as he came through the house and began to make
his way up the stairs. He was speaking on a cell phone as he turned on the
final landing that led to the fourth floor, and as I sneaked a glance up I
saw him smile broadly as he climbed the stairs. One of the guard clipped a
shiny steel chain to my collar and handed it to Master Marcus as he reached
the top step. Master simply stepped by me and tugged hard on the chain to
follow him, which I did on my hands and knees. I heard the guards all
chuckle as I struggled to keep up with Master.

Once in the living room he kicked the door shut with a loud bang then more
slowly walked me over to one of the two couches in the room, where he sat
down, continuing his conversation in what I presumed was fluent Italian. I
sat in my "show" position facing Master Marcus for about twenty minutes
while he spoke on the phone, but all the while he was stroking my chest and
abs, pinching my nipples and smiling as I grimaced, twisting my balls and
stroking my cock, and pushing his fingers deep into my mouth while I liked
them.

Finally the call ended and he tugged the leash suddenly, pulling me off
balance and into his lap where I could feel his erection below his black
baggy denims.

"Aw....ya wan' it, huh," he stated rather than asking as he chuckled to
himself.

"Master, Yes, Master,' I replied knowing this was the response he was
expecting.

"G'on den," he permitted, and I reached up to unzip his fly and digging in
past his boxers I fished out his hard and already leaking cock.

I licked the leaking pre-cum off with my tongue first, then traced the
outline of his mushroom head and back down his piss slit before slowly
impaling my mouth on the length of his throbbing cock. I sucked deep and
hard, then began pumping his cock and sucking hard with my tongue running
around his head every tenth or so time when I came up a little for
air. Masters eyes were closed and he just enjoyed the service until I felt
his hands grab the back of my head and he began fucking me hard and rough
down my throat.  Within a few seconds he blew seven or eight large loads of
cum directly down my throat and into my quickly filled mouth.  I swallowed
eagerly to help clear the cum from my throat so I could breath.

This would be the routine for the next few months. I would sleep alone on
the hardwood floor in the bedroom until seven when I would be wakened to go
to the gym.  Master would arrive between nine and ten most mornings and my
first task was to either give him a blow job, or on some occasions he would
fuck me hard in the ass, but he always shot his load down my throat and
into my mouth in the morning.

I would then remain with him for the rest of the day as he held meetings
with various people. Most of the time I was just on show, a symbol of his
power and control I guessed. Very occasionally he would grab me by the hair
and drag me in front of some guests and he would kick me or slap me or spit
on me and tell them this is what would happen to them if they fucked up. I
was a warning to them. Don't mess up or you'll end up stark fucking naked
with a SLAVE collar around your neck being fucked and used by whomever
Master decided.

I quickly realized that most of the meetings were about selling drugs, drug
shipments, territory, his soldiers on the street, the Marigold which I
understood was a whore house somewhere fairly close by. I also understood
the implied threat that if I didn't please "the Boss" the guards told me
I'd end up in the Marigold, tied to a bed 24/7/365 for all comers to use me
until I was "all used up."

Master and his main guards would eat only once during the day closer to
three or four in the afternoon, and I was normally provided some of that
food in a stainless steel dog dish on the floor, either next to the couch,
or next to the table if they chose to eat there. I was not allowed to eat
anything in the dish however until Master snapped his fingers and pointed
to the dish. Equally I had to stop eating whenever he snapped his fingers
again and I would be done eating for the rest of the day.  I only ate once
a day in the beginning, when Master ate.

Around eight or nine, Master would take me through to the bedroom and fuck
and use me. Sometimes he would tie me down on the bed and ride me hard and
aggressively. Other times he would manhandle me around the room, bending me
over the bed, up against the wall, kneeling on the chair, on my back on the
floor. Sometimes he was very gentle and tender, yet other times he was very
rough and aggressive. He always shot his load in my ass in the evening for
some reason, and I always had to clean his cock with my mouth, then dress
him before he left for the evening. He never stayed the night, always
heading back to his apartment and his "girls."

I was not allowed to shower or clean up after Master fucked me, so I'd
simply curl up naked on the floor in the bedroom and fall asleep, waiting
for the next day which would undoubtedly be very similar to the previous
one. I understood the pattern after the first week, and I adapted to it,
ensuring I shaved and cleaned myself out in the Gym shower before being
displayed for Master when he arrived in the morning. I would then go to the
restroom upstairs to clean myself out again before Master fucked me in the
evening so I was clean and lubed for him.

My life became very, very small.  Just the four rooms on the fourth floor
and the gym in the basement. I could look out of the windows to see people
and life going on out there, but that was for other people. That was not
for me. I was a naked, purchased, owned slave property with no rights and
no way out of here. The only thing I could do was keep Master happy and
hope to survive. Master allowed me to write email to my family in the UK so
they would not get worried, but each email was written on paper and one of
his guards would then type and send the email for me using my email account
which I gave them access to. The replies were always kept until I had done
something to please Master, then it would be given as a reward, printed out
but destroyed immediately after I had read it. I loved reading those
letters from my family, but they also intensified the homesickness and loss
of freedoms I was laboring to suppress.

As the months rolled by into Spring then Summer, Master pretty much kept up
his routine of arriving early in the morning, using me, holding meetings or
driving out to meetings elsewhere, then eating in the later afternoon and
fucking me in the bedroom before he left for the evening. In Spring, some
four or five months after I'd first been sold to Master, he began taking me
with him to some of his meetings outside of the house. I was always
completely naked, never allowed any item of clothing at all. I'd be leashed
and walked down by his guards into the dog cage in the back of his SUV. At
the meeting location I'd be brought out by one of the guards and they would
either hand the leash to Master, or they would keep me with them in the
background as the meeting happened. These meetings were sometimes outside
in deserted pier or building site areas. Other times they were in alley's
in busy areas with lots of cars and people driving by either end of the
alley. I always wondered at the people walking past the alley if they ever
looked down and saw this stark naked while boy in a collar and leash with
these obvious gang members. What did they think?  Likely just the look of
Master and his gang members would be enough to convince them to forget
whatever they saw immediately.

I always simply looked down at the ground or the floor during these rare
occasions when I was taken out of the house, so I didn't really get a good
look at anyone Master was meeting with or doing business with. I reasoned
that it was better not to know too much, if anything at all.  Of course, I
couldn't help but pick up some things, such as Master was actually really
intelligent. He spoke at least four languages enough to converse with gang
members from those backgrounds, and he seemed to have a strong business
background in controlling his drug empire and expanding it by deals and
agreements.

As Summer moved into Autumn, I resigned myself to the fact that this was my
life until Master Marcus got totally bored with me. In nine or so months
there had been not one single opportunity to even contemplate trying to
escape, and to be honest I had settled willingly into being the owned and
naked property item I was.  Things could have been much, much worse as I
could be at the Marigold club, so I accepted what I had and made the most
of things.

Master Javier, the Latin guy from my first day with Master Marcus, turned
out to be the main supplied from Columbia. He travelled between Columbia,
California, and New York arranging sales and distribution, but he employed
mules and soldiers to do the actual trafficking and distribution at the
local level, so he never got his hands "dirty" with product or cash, must
as Master Marcus did.  I know Master Javier asked to buy me on a couple of
occasions, and I feared Master Marcus agreeing and me disappearing over the
border into Columbia forever. Master Marcus however always declined, but he
allowed Master Javier to use me freely whenever he wanted to, so I had sex
and was used by him more than two dozen times over six months or so.

As February of the following year was just dawning, I was suddenly kicked
roughly awake from my naked sleep on the hardwood floor of the bedroom by
one of the guards.

"UP," he shouted at me and I did as I was ordered despite being very, very
sleepy.

There seemed to be some turmoil in the whole house as I could hear people
running around, shouting at each other, and furniture being moved around
downstairs. I had no idea what was happening.

The guard actually pushed me in front of him, down the stairs, and I
presumed we were heading to the gym.  As we reached the ground floor,
instead of turning right to head to the stairs down to the basement, we
instead headed into a room opposite the stairs. This room had about ten
teenagers of around fourteen to sixteen who were all gathering up
ammunition, loading clips, and fiddling with handguns as the guard pushed
me into the room. All stopped momentarily to stare at me as the guard
pushed me to the wall opposite the entry we had just come in. There was a
door which the guard reached beyond me to open. A cold blast of air hit me
and I shivered involuntarily as I noticed ice on the concrete steps just
outside the door. I hesitated but the guard physically pushed me out of the
door and down the three steps into a very narrow alley which ran between
two buildings, the one I had just come out of, and the building next to it.

The air temperature was freezing, even between these two buildings, and I
had no idea what was going on, but suddenly I felt afraid that I was about
to be killed. Without giving me a moment to even think or gather my
thoughts the guard kept pushing me futher and further down this narrow
alley until we came to a wooden fence at the end of the alley. The alley
was filled with small rocks, debris from over the years, and this was rough
going on my naked feet, but the guard would not allow me slow down until I
literally hit the wooden fence. Only then did I realize that there was a
gap to the right which led between the fence and the next building. The
guard pushed me into the gap and we were off again down this second narrow
alleyway until we reached a hedge at the edge of the building.

Pushing me right through the hedge which actually parted pretty easily, I
suddenly found myself standing on a sidewalk in a small side street. The
guard followed me through the hedge and immediately grabbed me by the
collar dragging me behind him at what seemed like a frenetic pace down the
side street, across two larger streets, then finally turning on another
larger street and two more blocks to reach a main street.

"Yo free," the guard said, as he turned and ran back the way we had come.

I was dumbstruck. I stood, naked, in the freezing cold, just watching the
lumbering guard disappear into the distance. He hadn't shot me. He hadn't
killed me. What now?  I'm stark naked, with a collar around my neck that
says SLAVE on it. I don't know where I am. I don't have anything at all. No
clothes, no money, no identification.  What the fuck do I do now.

It was still dark, and I presumed early in the morning. As I breathed I
could see my own breath it was so cold, and the icy wind suddenly impressed
upon me. I hugged myself to try to find some meager warmth and then looked
around me. There were no shops open, no lights on in any of the homes, and
there were no cars driving on the main street.

I began to walk down the sidewalk trying to figure out what had happened
and what to do next.

I was actually, strangely, really worried that I had somehow let Master
Marcus down and he simply didn't want me any more. Had I failed to please
him somehow? Did I do something wrong?

As I walked and contemplated this, I passed right by a public telephone. As
the phone registered with me, I turned and thought, who can I call like
this? I picked up the receiver and dialed for the operator.

"I'd like to make a reverse charge call to Eugene Banks at," and I provided
Master Eugene's number. Fortunately I still remembered it for some reason.

I huddled naked and barefoot between two cars for more than thirty mintues
until Master Eugene finally arrived. I had given him the two street names I
had seen and he was able to figure out where I was. Once in his car, he
gave me a warm blanket and drove me back to his place in Manhatten.

I was very confused, unsettled, and unsure of the situation and of
myself. I told Master Eugene the whole story and of the fact that Massa
Darius still had my bank cards, passport, and green card.  Eugene confided
that Massa Darius had left New York and school about six months ago because
of his drug addiction. No-one knew where he was now.  Once again I felt
lost, confused, and vulnerable.

Fortunately, Master Eugene allowed me to stay with him until I got myself
back on my feet. He found me paying jobs with photographers, artists, and I
life-modeled at a few schools. I served Master Eugene willingly as his
house-boy during this time.

I found out a week or two after I had been thrown out of Master Marcus'
house naked into the cold, that the DEA had been building a case against
him and they were planning to execute search warrants of all his properties
that evening. Somehow he had gotten wind of this and had sent out a signal
to his soldiers to clean up as much as possible. I was part of the clean
up, apparently. I never spoke with or heard from Master Marcus again.

After about six months with Master Eugene I decided I needed a fresh start,
so I left New York and headed to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania where I knew a
couple of people from my college days. Thus ended my incredible experiences
in New York.



--End

I would love feedback on this story, (or to hear from you if you are a dominant, aggressive, demanding Master who likes to keep his slaves naked and collared lol ) at ALL TIMES.  GWMSUB4DOMGAM@yahoo.com.

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