SLUTTY WHORE'S FIRST SUBMISSION 02
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
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He pulled back after a few moments, smiled broadly and warmly at me, stepped aside, slapped my ass hard and ordered me "Git inside boy." I complied quickly, running inside his flat. He followed me in slamming the door so loudly that I actually jumped, then giggled in embarrassment. I was stark naked in a strangers flat, in the middle of Glasgow, knowing that I desperately wanted him to fuck me and use me. I was elated, and terrified, and excited, and nervous, and...such a whirlwind of mixed emotions, I thought I was going to die right there and then. He had called me boy, and while I detested it when my parents or extended family called me it, it seemed sexy and just right when he called me that. I was a boy to him, his boy, and in this moment, that is exactly what I wanted to be.
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He walked slowly toward me down the relatively short hallway from the front door, his eyes scanning every inch of my naked, exposed body. My cock was rock hard, pointing straight out from my crotch, and throbbing so intently that it was all I could do not to grab it and shoot my load right there and then, but I knew I shouldn't touch my cock somehow. My heart was pounding so hard that I was beginning to get a headache. I stood there as he walked slowly around me, his hands roaming over every inch of my torso, crotch, and ass.
His every touch, caress, pinch made me squirm and pant like a dog in heat. He circled in front of me, with a gorgeous, warm smile on his face, grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head, and leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wider to receive him, but only hear him laugh. I opened my eyes to see him pull back with the same smile on his face. I felt embarrassed that my desires were so easily toyed with and looked down to the ground, at which he grabbed me and forced his tongue deep into my mouth, kissing me for a long time while his hands groped and roved all over the landscape of my naked flesh.
His kiss was forceful and demanding, his tongue ranging to every point of my mouth, his teeth biting and holding my tongue, his face pushing against mine while his left hand returned to hold my head firmly in place with a handful of my hair tightly and painfully gripped in his fist. His right hand located my right nipple and began twisting and pulling it between his thumb and first finger, repeating the clockwise turn and pulling on it to produce such intense pain and pleasure. I groaned and twisted a little to try to relieve the pressure, but he only grunted in acknowledgement and twisted a little harder, kissed a little more forcefully. He moved his right hand down to my rock solid cock and quickly slipped underneath to grab my balls firmly in his fist before applying pressure and pulling them down away from my body. I squirmed and tried to bend to relieve the pain in my balls, but I had nowhere to go and I felt his smile as he continued to kiss me and increased the pressure on my balls with his right hand.
He maintained the pressure on my balls as he pulled his face back from my own with a huge ear to ear grin, his eyes roving up and down my naked body which was now entirely under his control. He suddenly released the pressure and I released a sigh of relief, or was it sadness at the loss of his hands on my flesh. He spun me around by the shoulders and pushed me forward down the hallway in front of him, turning me left through a pretty battered and squeaky door into what clearly used to be the living room of this flat. It was large and had a big window which faced out over the city of Glasgow in the distance. It was only when I got into this room that it dawned on me that these flats were abandoned. I hadn't realized it as I'd walked past the discarded televisions and trash on the way in to the block, nor when I walked up the flights of dirty stairs to the top floor. Even the boarded up windows on some of the flats hadn't clued me in. The hallway I'd just left had an old carpet on the floor, and I was so fixated on my god that I didn't really pay attention to much else, until now. There was no carpet on these old, dusty and well worn floor boards. Where the large windows facing out on Glasgow in the distance should have been, there was a huge open space with rough shards of glass clinging to the broken frame. An old raggedy couch sat in the middle of the room facing the hole for the window and I noticed a old mattress spring lying on the floor off to one side. A chill breeze from the early morning was blowing in through the hole and caressing my body all over, accentuating my goose bumped flesh and highlighting the warmth of his hands on my shoulders.
I was a little confused and concerned at the same time. I realized, perhaps for the first time in reality, that I was in a pretty dangerous situation. I was stark naked, barefoot, at the top of an abandoned block of flats with an older stranger. As I began to have second thoughts he whispered into my ear.
"I wanna show ya sumthin,"
He walked me gently forward towards the open hole where the window used to be. As I drew closer to the opening I could see that these flats were built on the crest of a hill. To the back of this building was a very small yard which led to a very steep drop off into a smallish but deep ravine laced with trees and at the bottom were railroad tracks. Across the tracks on the other side of the ravine which was probably a quarter of a mile wide was some waste ground which from here looked rough, muddy and unused. Beyond the waste ground was the back of some businesses and beyond them were more houses, probably about a half mile away from where we stood. He walked me right up to the edge of the open window space, where the lower sill only reached the middle of my forelegs. I instinctively brought my hands to my cock to cover up as I could see a couple of guys throwing a ball for the dog on the waste ground in the distance, but he slipped his hands from my shoulders and pulled my arms behind my back.
"Yer too hot tae hide yersel man," he said as he held my wrists together and I felt him wrap some material around them to bind my wrists. I was breathing so hard and my heart was pounding so forcefully, I was sure the guys on the waste ground opposite would hear me.
"You should be nekid all the time man. Yer too hot tae ever wear rags. Noo the whole a Glesga' can see ye nekkid as you should always be. Any time yer wi me, you'll be nekkid - ok"
"But, what if someone sees us?" I asked, concerned, yet capitulating all control to this guy whom I'd just met today and yet under whose control I was now, fully and unreservedly.
"Ye mean what if somebuddy sees ye staunin here all nekkid like" he teased me. "So fuckin what, man. Everybuddy should fuckin see you nekkid man. In fact, mebee a'll just tie ye up in this windae and leave ye here nekkid aw day," he threatened.
As he said that, his left hand reached around and found my cock pulsating every half second or so, and rock hard as ever. As scared, and anxious, and somewhat confused by my emotions as I was, I was also as horny and hot for this guy as I had ever been in my sixteen years and three months so far. Sixteen is the legal age of consent in Scotland and when I hit my sixteenth birthday I told myself I was going to find some hot guy to fuck me, but so far, I'd had absolutely no luck in achieving that goal. I was pretty shy, and I was also scared of my gayness, and of the fantasies and desires I knew were strong within me to be controlled and used by someone. I had no idea how to fulfill those other than teasing my friends into occasionally pantsing me, or whipping my ass with all manner of things they could find though typically through my jeans or shorts, or tossing me naked into the local canal on my birthday but giving me my clothes back as soon as I climbed out much to my disappointment.
I really didn't fully comprehend how or what led us to meet, or what led me to follow this stranger and comply with him, or why I was not afraid of what he may do to me or who may find out about this. My overwhelming emotion was to be kept stark naked for everyone to see. I feigned resistance and doubt but he seemed to be able to see through that, as though he could read my inner emotions and thoughts as clearly as I could see the passenger train passing below us in the ravine.
"Ye fuckin luv this, don't ye?" he stated. Not even really a question, more of an acknowledgement and a confirmation of his part.
"I, I - I. Ahm...yeah," I responded extremely hesitantly as I tried to work through my thoughts to arrive at a logical and appropriate answer, but I was quite simply fixated on this god behind me and the fact that I was stark naked, full frontal in front of a window in the middle of Glasgow, exposed to anyone who cared to look up and see me. I wanted everyone to see me. I wanted to be wanted by everyone who saw me. I wanted to be desired, and this guy seemed to desire me, and more, he desired me to be stark naked as well.
He backed away from me and as I turned to see where he was going, he dropped down onto the couch in the middle of the room, with his legs spread wide, clearly displaying a huge erection down the left leg of his jeans. I took a step towards him, but he lifted his right hand in a "stop" motion and I froze in place. He smiled and allowed his eyes to range all over my body, which made me feel desired but also a bit embarrassed, so I looked to the ground and dropped my head to await his next instruction.
"Wank off fur me," he demanded in an authoritative voice.
He smiled as I looked up at him quickly, my eyes wide and my jaw dropped open in shock. He knew he was in control, and I knew he was in control, yet still to wank off in front of a complete stranger like this seemed – wrong, yet the moment that emotion passed over me I felt a wave of horniness at the idea of doing this in front of him and in front of this window. I looked back at my pulsating rock hard cock, grabbed it with my left hand, bent my knees slightly and began vigorously stroking.
"But don't ye dare fuckin shoot – ok," he demanded.
Damn, I was pretty close to shooting my load all over the floor already. I looked at him with a pained and quizzical expression, and despite my best efforts, my left hand would not stop jerking my cock. He seemed to know exactly what was going on and responded instantly.
"Put yer fucking hands oan top o yer heed, NOW," he shouted at me, startling me slightly, but I instantly complied. My hands shot to my head, and my cock bobbed and throbbed and began to leak pre-cum. I was breathing hard and I'm sure despite the chilly breeze blowing through the space where glass should have been in the window, my face was red and I was sweating slightly.
"Good boy," was all he said as he smiled even more broadly while playing with his nipples as his eyes roamed all over my body again. I felt myself beaming back at him with what I instantly feared was a goofy, childish grin, and I felt my face flush even more. I looked at the ground again and saw a string of pre-cum dangling from my still rock hard cock.
"Git down on yer knees," he ordered, and I immediately complied, kneeling on the rough and dirty wooden planks that made up the floor of the flat.
"Oan yer hands and knees," he continued, and I followed the order immediately. "Noo crawl over here on yer hands and knees."
When I reached the couch, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back sharply and painfully. I grunted a little, but as I stared into his eyes, I opened my mouth and my cock pulsated at that discomfort. I enjoyed it, and he seemed to recognize and understand that enjoyment.
"A wee bit a pain can be fun. It can make it a more fun," he said, as he reached down as recovered the pre-cum leaking from my cock with his first finger. He brought the finger to my open mouth and pushed it inside onto my tongue. I felt him smear the pre-cum on my tongue as his finger explored my mouth, but I simply stared into his eyes, my mouth open and at his mercy.
"Suck," he finally said and I closed my lips around his finger and began to suck on his finger. He pulled his finger out, swept a little more pre-cum from my cock and repeated the process a couple of times before he put three of his fingers into his own mouth, sucking them all the way in to the third knuckle. He sucked on them for a few moments getting them good and wet and then pushed them deep into my own mouth. I gagged as he reached deep into the back of my mouth and he pulled back slightly.
"Have ye never sucked dick before?" he asked.
"Numph," I replied as best I could with his three fingers still exploring my mouth.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth and quickly unbuttoned his jeans. His enormous and gorgeous cock jumped up and slapped his abs with a large slapping sound. The head poking out from his foreskin was already slick with pre-cum. He directed my head forward with the tuft of hair he maintained in his left hand, and used his right hand to push his cock forward and down to point directly towards my mouth.
Without any words being spoken, I kept my mouth open as he directed his cock into my mouth and let it rest on my tongue. I felt it's warmth, it's weight, and I felt it pulsating on my tongue much as my own cock was pulsating and demanding attention. I closed my lips on his cock and began exploring it with my tongue, as I began to wank myself off with my right hand. I tightened my lips on his shaft and felt his pre-cum on my tongue as I licked in under his foreskin then back out to allow his shaft to slide towards the back of my throat, before pulling away again. His eyes were closed and he was moaning in such an ecstatic way that I knew I was doing something right, and I was loving every minute of this. I continued moving up and down on his shaft and sucking on it as hard as I could when I felt his two hands grasp large tufts of hair or either side of my head.
"A, Am, Am gonna shoot, am gonna shoot, am gonna – aw fuck, fuck, fuck," he said quickly as I felt his cock thrust three or four times deep into my mouth and pulsate in a way I had not felt before, then I felt something hit the back of my throat with such force and suddenness, that I gagged uncontrollably and tried to pull back and away from him. His hands held me firm as another volley of his cum hit the back of my throat. He released his grip as his third volley shot, just as I was pulling back and away from him, my gag reflex in full swing, but I had not yet thrown up. His third volley landed on my tongue as his cock popped out of my mouth, spraying my face and hair with three or four more volleys of his cum. I coughed and choked a little but when the gag reflex subsided I still had his cum in my mouth. He was breathing hard, his eyes still shut tightly, and he was now stroking his still hard cock to squeeze the final remnants of cum from it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated as he opened his eyes, grabbed me by the hair again, pulled me up to my knees and kissed me forcefully on my mouth which was still filled with is cum.
"Fuck, that was fuckin awesome man. Fuckin awesome," he repeated kissing me again.
I was in heaven at this praise and his enjoyment of what had happened. I could taste this thick, slightly salty, interesting cum in my mouth as it swirled around into every crevice as he held my head and throat in both hands as he kissed me and came down from his high.
He finally opened my mouth with his fingers and saw his cum still there. He smiled broadly.
"Swallow it, boy," he said and I complied happily. I had swallowed my own cum a number of times, and had managed to taste the cum of a couple of my friends during circle wanks, but his was so much sweeter and more exotic to me. He was a gorgeous god who wanted and desired me to service him.
"Aw fuckin hot, man. Fucking hot," he kept commenting as he began collecting his cum from where it had handed on my face and hair, and presenting his cum covered fingers to my mouth so I could suck them clean. He then had me lick his cock and balls clean also before pushing them back inside his jeans and closing them up. I was disappointed, but he just smiled at me as he did this.
I was still stroking my cock, but had not shot my load as he had ordered me not to.
"Ye better no shoot till I tell ye, ye can," he reminded me and for some very uncharacteristic reason, despite my typical reserved and shy nature around strangers, I felt compelled to push the situation a little further towards my desired and hopes.
"You may have to tie me up to make sure I don't," I jabbed back at him in a humorous tone.
"Oh, really. Fucking really, Is that how ye want it," he replied in a equally jovial way, but he then produced a set of handcuffs from his jacket pocket and quickly secured my wrists behind my back with them.
"That better?" he quizzed.
"Definitely," I replied and felt my pre-cum oozing from my cock head once again.
"Damn," he said looking deeply into my eyes. "How was I fuckin lucky enuf tae meet you?" he questioned in all seriousness.
I could only smile in embarrassment, as I was feeling exactly the same thing. We talked for hours. Him sitting on the couch in his leather jacket, torn jeans and boots. Me kneeling or sitting on the floor in front of him, naked, cock rock hard, with my hands cuffed behind my back. We talked about fantasies, desires, friends, and a whole host of things. I discovered he was pretty much deeply inside the closet to his punk friends and to his family. He was largely straight and even had a girlfriend, but had always fantasized about having a male sex slave to use, tie up, fuck, and torture whenever he wanted to.
As 3:30pm rolled around we realized we'd been there talking for literally hours, though it seemed like only thirty minutes. I blew him again, though perhaps better this time as my hands were cuffed behind my back and he controlled my head. He shot an enormous second load into me and I swallowed every last drop. He then wanked me off until I came in his hand, and equally huge load which he fed to me and which I lapped up like a kitten lapping cream.
"It's getting late. Ye better git home," he finally said with clear sadness in his voice. It was already dark outside and it had started to rain pretty heavily as I could hear it falling on the floorboards just inside the broken out window. Interestingly I had been naked this whole time, in what would typically be cold conditions, but for some reason I had not really noticed the cold as we spoke.
He helped me up from the floor and led me into the hallway where my bag and my clothes were. Instead of turning left to were my bag was however, he turned me right towards the door of the flat, and pushed me towards it. I turned and saw him pick up my bag, but he still propelled me towards the door, naked and handcuffed. He unlatched the door, swung it open and pushed me out onto the now wet and windswept landing. As I turned back toward the door of the flat, he was fastening the zipper on his leather jacket, zipping it all the way up to the neck.
"T's fuckin cold and pissin rain, huh?" he asked with a huge smile on his face.
I shivered as the rain pelted my naked flesh and rivers of water began running down my body from my sodden wet hair. I was now cold and wet for the first time since I met him. He closed the flat door and I heard the lock click. I saw headlights of passing cars on the road at the entrance to the derelict block of flats. The streetlights on the street in the distance did not extend into the courtyard that separated the multiple tower blocks by about fifty yards or so. The rain was coming down so hard, it was even somewhat difficult to clearly see the abandoned buildings that I knew sat opposite the one I was now standing on, naked, cold, barefoot and handcuffed with my cock still rock hard.
He stood in front of me, putting my bag containing all of my clothes on top of the railing as he grabbed me by the hair and kissed me.
"You are so fucking hot, man. Like ah said, ye should be nekkid all the time," and with that he heaved my bag over the railing and off into the darkness, to fall into the courtyard somewhere below.
My heart almost stopped in that instant. I couldn't believe he had actually just done that, yet a part of me kind of wanted to be in the position I now found myself in and I think he knew exactly that.
"A'll meet ye at the start o block two. If ye've got yer bag and yer there in five minutes, a'll uncuff ye," he said smiling and slapping my throbbing cock.
I looked at him for a few seconds and he looked at his watch. "Four fuckin minutes and fiftie seconds noo, or ye may be goin hame nekkid, which ah would kinda like actually," he reminded me.
I instantly jumped as though hit by electricity and moved to pass him towards the staircase just behind him. He put out his right arm to stop me passing him.
"Noo that wid be too fuckin easy fur ye. Ye need tae use the other flight a stairs," he said mockingly. I instantly realized he meant the identical stairs to the ones I intended to use, but the others were located some two hundred feet at the opposite end of the landing.
I turned and began running, my bare feet slapping loudly against the cold wet concrete of the landing. I noticed as I ran on the landing for the first time that there were broken chucks of concrete, plaster and broken bottles and glass littering the landing. I had not noticed this when I was first led to the flat by my god, but now as I ran barefoot and naked in the rain, I had to take some more care to negotiate around the obstacles.
For the first time I also became acutely aware of the cold. The temperature had dropped considerably from when the sun was up, and as the rain pounded my naked and very gooseflesh skin, I could see my breath as a visible white cloud every time I exhaled. I was just approaching the end of the landing, and the stairs down, when my feet lost traction on something slippery and I fell sideways, landing on the hard landing concrete and winding myself.
"Fuck, Fuck," I shouted out loud to no-one in particular as no-one was around to see this spectacle. Or at least I hoped no-one was around to see me fall, but my excited if cold state did allow me to contemplate the intriguing idea of a stranger catching me running down the stairwell completely naked and in handcuffs. I caught my breath, struggled to my feet, and realized it was mud I had slipped in. I reached to stairwell and it was pitch black with little if any light illuminating the way down. I used my hands to my side to find the wall and edged to the first stair using my toes to find it. Bounding carefully sideways, I made my way down as quickly as I dared to.
I finally reached the bottom of the stairs and ran quickly to the entrance doorway which had long since been torn off. As I approached the close entrance, I peeked out into the cold, dark, rain to see if anyone else was out there before I darted out into the courtyard. I had an idea where we had been standing when he threw my bag over the side. The courtyard was essentially two small roads that ran in front of each building with what used to be a wide grassy area in the center. That grassy area was now a quagmire of mud, holes, puddles, rocks, broke bottles and dog crap, and it was a slippery and difficult to walk through as a waterlogged football field. I ran as carefully as I could to the area where I thought my bag may be, but slipped three or four times, ending up covered in freezing cold mud from my feet all the way up to my hair. Patches of my naked flesh were still visible, and those muddy areas were getting washed by the torrential rain that continued to fall, but slip sliding through the mud with no success in finding my bag was beginning to freak me out.
I had no idea how long it had actually taken me to get to the other stairs, descend to the courtyard, nor how long I'd been searching, but when I tripped over yet another unseen hazard and fell head first into a large muddy freezing cold puddle making a large splashing sound, I decided I'd had enough of searching. I'd be happy going home naked if I didn't' have to search any more for that fucking elusive bag. I struggled to my knees in the muddy puddle, cold water reaching up to mid thigh and with my hands still cuffed behind my back and shaking my head repeatedly like a wet dog to get the muddy water out of my hair and eyes, I got to my feet, and made my way back to the road.
I walked from about the middle of the third tower block to the beginning of the second tower block, down the middle of the small road. I didn't care anymore who saw me. I was shivering, soaking wet, dirty, my hands and feet were so cold I could hardly feel them. I also had a sudden fear that he had used me, then discarded me naked here in the middle of Glasgow and had left with my clothes, leaving me here naked and alone. I was almost at the point of crying at my stupidity when I saw him stepping out from the shadows by the entrance to the second tower block from the main road. In his hand was the bag he had thrown from the landing.
"Lookin for summat, boy?" he shouted to me.
I suddenly forgot my moment of doubt, my emotional despair. A wave of euphoria washed over me and despite being naked, soaking, and filthy with mud which despite the heavy rain and rivers of water running down my body was still clinging to me in many places.
I walked over to him and he embraced me and kissed me forcefully and I loved it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I cannae believe ye really did it," he said and I looked down, suddenly embarrassed and afraid that I'd done something that he may not like or approve of.
"Yer so fucking hot and ye really like tae show aff everythin, huh?" he stated more than asked. "I fucking luv it." I felt reprieved and looked back at him with a sheepish grin.
I had finally found someone who may want to indulge my desire to be forcefully stripped and presented naked in public, and he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.
"Seems like you luv it tae" he said as he grabbed my still rock hard cock. Despite the cold and the rain, I was till as horny as hell.
"C'mere," he said as he grabbed me by the neck and walked me around the side of the tower. Half way down the wall as a solitary path light high up on the wall which was on. It illuminated a small portion of the path and it seemed to be one of the very few lights in the entire complex that still worked. Just next to the light was what appeared to be a torrent of water coming from the roof of the block. Probably a broken gutter on the roof.
"Clean yersel up before ye get dressed tae go hame," he ordered as he walked me over and pushed me into the waterfall. It was freezing cold, and falling from a height with considerable force, but I did as he told me and quickly washed as much of the mud out of my hair and off my body as I could. I noticed that I could see the road from the point where I was cleaning up, and I saw a few vehicle headlights pass as I washed. I was done in about ten seconds and he walked me back to my bag which was inside in the dry of the close, though it was still getting colder and colder temperature wise.
He uncuffed me and I opened my bag and began to get dressed.
"I wanna see ye again," he said and I nodded my agreement so quickly and forcefully that I almost lost my balance as I was stepping into my shorts. He chuckled.
"Good. When?" he asked.
I met him every Sunday for about five months. He taught me a great deal about sex, submission, exhibitionism, and being honest and true to what I really desired. I discovered I was his first guy, and his first slave experience, as he was my first guy and first master experience. He got a job in London and had to leave Glasgow. We kept in touch for a while and I toyed with moving to London as his full time slave, but things never quite worked out and we finally lost touch.
He definitely sparked many of the interests I continue to explore today.
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