SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 07
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
I saw the headlights coming along the road towards the spot we were at first and must have had a look of abject terror. He laughed as he turned and saw the lights making their way towards us.
"That'll be the cops," he said as he tucked his cock back inside his trousers.
"Please mister, please don't give me to the cops," I found myself pleading with him. In that instant I realized I would prefer to be fucked by him for the rest of my life, than be found out by my family for the cock hungry whore that I am.
"I'll do anything, Sir. I'll do anything you say, Sir," I pleaded. "Just tell them I got away, Sir. PLEASE SIR?"
He ignored me, and I resigned myself to my fate. I had gotten myself into this, and now I would have to pay the price for it. Fuck, there was going to be hell to pay. How could I come up with an excuse for this. Instead of being with my friend who was lying for me thinking I was in England at a concert, everyone would find out I'd travelled here instead in order to indulge in my sick naked fantasies. No one would understand this, no one.
I sat back on my haunches, resigned to my fate. Naked, kneeling in the mud, soaking wet, my still raging hardon between my legs, I bowed my head in embarrassment.
The lights swept around the last bend on the road and crept towards me over the gravel surface like a guillotine about to take my head and liberty from me. The light hit me the instant I heard the vehicle tyres crunch on the gravel surface. The vehicle drove straight towards me, stopping only a few feet in front of me. I heard the guy who had raped me walk over to the vehicle as the driver side door opened. Here we go. My life ends here.
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I suddenly became hyper aware of every sound, every movement, every rain droplet hitting my goose-bumped but now surprisingly cold body. I was immediately aware that I was shaking. My arms were shaking as they wrapped behind my back, my wrists shaking independently within the steel confines of the handcuffs that now dug into my flesh with every painful movement. My thighs were shaking causing the water in the puddle below me to send little wave ripples out in concentric circles away from me, even as the falling rain pitter, pattered into the puddle to disrupt some of those ripples. My emotions were almost unbearable and uncontrollable. I was crying, not from pain, but from intense fear at what this moment meant for me, for my life, and for my future. Everyone I knew, everyone who would meet me in the future would know me for what I already knew I was, but what I was still trying to hide from the rest of the world. A disgusting, cock hungry, depraved and clearly mentally unbalanced queer.
My nose was running but I could do nothing about it with my hands secured behind my back. My eyes were filled with tears which ran down my cheeks and intermingled with the rain running out of my hair and down my face. My chest was moving in and out in short stunted movements as I tried to breath, and quietly cry, and yet I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs with each breath. As I looked down over my pale, now slightly pink with the cold, goose bumped naked body, I saw my cock was no longer stiff and hard, but rather it had shriveled and was hanging between my spread legs with a steady little river of water dripping from my foreskin, making it seem as though I was pissing into the puddle I was kneeling in. I was suddenly embarrassed that the cops may think I was pissing in public and for a moment I contemplated adjusting my position to close my legs and hide my cock between my thighs, but I quickly realized that was the least of my considerable problems right now.
The wind that had been blowing and gusting throughout my run, now seemed considerably more forceful, and significantly more uncomfortably cold as it swirled around my exposed skin. The rain which had been heavy when I first stripped for Master at the entrance to the field, had lessened to very small and wind blown droplets as I ran naked through the field, but was now increasing in intensity once again. The large droplets hitting me with a force that almost hurt and drumming an irregular rhythm on every part of my body as the wind changed from blowing behind me, to blowing in front of me.
Despite my best efforts to consider any remotely plausible excuse for why I was stark naked outside of this scrap metal business, miles from home and even more miles from where my family expected me to be; my mind instead constantly switched to how my family, my friends, my classmates, everyone who knew me in the town I lived in – how they would all shun me and be disgusted by me when they found out. I was certainly heading to a jail cell tonight until my parents came to get me out. IF they even came to get me out!! This story would spread like wildfire until everyone knew. I'd have nowhere to hide, nowhere to be that someone didn't know what I'd done. I most likely would be sentenced to time in a young offenders institution until and I'd probably be transferred to an adult prison by the time I was eighteen.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. How could I have been so stupid to let my fucking cock lead me into this situation? Why did Master Hugh before, and Master Rashid now have such unbridled and total control over me? Enough to make me do intensely humiliating things that no normal person would even contemplate. What was wrong with me? Oh damn, maybe instead of prison I'll end up in a mental institution for the rest of my life.
As my mind raced through these horrific, unavoidable futures, I became aware of two shadowy figures standing in front of me, enveloped in the blinding light from the vehicle headlights. I heard voices, but thought they were talking to each other rather than to me, and I didn't comprehend anything as being directed to me. I bowed my head even lower and closed my eyes in a futile attempt to perhaps delay the inevitable or hide my utter degradation a little from them.
I felt a hand stroke through my water sodden hair to grasp a handful towards the back of my head, as it was bowed in shame so far at this point. A gentle pressure was applied to pull my head back and upwards towards the waiting disgust of the cop standing in front of me. The pressure pulling my head back was firm, but gentle at the same time. The tears filling my eyes only further blinded me, causing everything to shimmer in the painful white light that was exposing my depravity for the cop to see. I blinked a few times, but it didn't seem to clear my vision at all as the rain intensified yet again, showering me in bitterly cold huge droplets that felt like a thousand needles hitting my exposed flesh all at once.
"How...your...," I made out as the cop was clearly speaking directly to me.
I sniffed loudly, trying to clear my nose of the snot that continued to run out of it, and blinked furiously, trying to clear my vision and regain some semblance of humanity.
"How did you like your run, boy?" I heard.
What? My run? Had I been spotted running through the fields? Could this get any worse than it already was?
I felt a hand sweep upwards across my forehead, pushing my water-logged hair back on my head and preventing the water from running down into my eyes. A thumb then swept along my left eye from my nose outwards, helping to wipe away some of the water and tears accumulated, and then repeated the motion on my right eye. A finger under my chin gently pushed my head a little higher and the cops face moved closed to my own as he crouched down closed to me.
"I asked you a question, boy," the cop asked softly, almost tenderly.
I didn't know how to answer. What to admit to and what to deny. What could I perhaps get away with and ..., but in reality, was running naked worse than being naked in public in the first place. These thoughts were racing through my mind as I looked at the face of the cop, crouching before me.
His hands moved to either side of my face, he reached forward blocking out much of the light behind him and before I understood what was happening, his lips pressed onto my own and his tongue forced its way inside my mouth. His lips pressed forcefully as his hands held my head in place, while his tongue ranged around my teeth and the top of my mouth, pushing my own tongue out of the way to move as he willed. I was shocked and tried to pull my head back and away, but in my precarious position, kneeling on the ground in a three inch deep muddy puddle with my hands cuffed behind my back, I really had few defensive options.
He pulled away from me for a brief second and turned his head slightly, and pressed his lips against mine again. I became aware of the warmth of his hands on my cheeks, the warmth of his lips and tongue, and I felt my cock stir and begin to grow. I opened my eyes and slowly they began to focus on the cop who was in front of me, and slowly it dawned on me.
He pulled away a little, took a handful of muddy water from the puddle I was kneeling in and splashed it over my face, rubbing his hand over my face and I realized he was washing away the snot from my nose. He repeated the process two or three times before I felt two light taps from his hand of my right cheek. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Master Rashid, a huge smile on his face staring back at me.
I leaned forward quickly, almost knocking him over entirely, throwing my upper body into his chest.
"Master, Master," I repeated, over and over, so unbelievably relieved and elated that Master was here, now, to take care of me and prevent the horrible fate I'd been imagining from becoming a reality. I began to cry again, with no real idea of why, other than an intense feeling of happiness that I was in Masters arms at that moment.
"There, there," Master said softly as he hugged me tightly.
"You're fine, boy. You're fine," he said reassuringly.
The cold, the wind, the rain, the puddle, the guy who had just raped me, none of this existed now. Only Master holding and hugging me mattered. My sobbing slowed and my emotions began to settle and Master released his bear hugging caress of me and placed his hands on my upper arms, easing me away from his chest so I was now kneeling upright in front of him.
I saw the familiar grin, as he looked to his right to the guy who had raped me. I followed his gaze, and my rapist was looking directly at me with a huge smile on his face.
"That was fuckin amazing, bud," he exclaimed excitedly, looking from me to Master Rashid and back to me.
I could see him rubbing his crotch through his wet trousers which were clinging to his legs. His dark nylon jacket, which I hadn't noticed before, was shimmering in the lights of the vehicle, as a coating of water from the rain cascaded from the bottom of it.
"He's a fuckin STUD," he continued.
"Told ya," Master Rashid replied in an `I told you so' type of tone.
"I knew you'd get off on him," he added, staring directly into my eyes.
"You lucky fuckin cunt," the other guy shot back.
"This is my bud, Hadi," Master said. "Master Hadi to you from now on,"
"Yes, Master," I replied, even before I really comprehended what Master Rashid had just said.
I looked from Master Rashid, back to Master Hadi. He crouched down by my side, turned his head slightly to his left as a dog might when trying to figure something out, smiled broadly and reached out with his right hand to ruffle my hair.
"You are one HOT fuckin slave bitch, boy," he said as he continued to ruffle my hair.
"Thank you, Sir," I replied, then immediately unsure if that was sufficient I added "Thank you, Master Hadi, Sir."
"Damn, I'm fucking HARD again, and I just fucked him!" Master Hadi exclaimed and chuckled.
"Tell me about it," answered Master Rashid. "Let's get out of this damned rain," he added. "I'm freezing."
"YOU'RE FREEZING," Master Hadi shouted in mock disdain. "What about HIM," he said, nodding in my direction and laughing. At the same time, he pushed me hard on the shoulder, causing me to lose my balance. Falling sideways, and twisting as I fell, I landed chest first in the puddle I was kneeling in, creating a splash as I landed.
"Oh...fuck you, you cunt," I heard Master Rashid exclaim.
I turned my head as I lay in the water and mud, to realize that the slash I caused as I fell had hit Master Rashid, though he was already pretty much soaked, so I surmised his comment was more in jest than anything else. Master Hadi just laughed.
"He fucking loves this anyway," Master Rashid added, nodding towards me before standing up and pretending to wipe away the water that I'd caused to splash him.
"He certainly seems to," agreed Master Hadi. "I don't believe it, but he sure as hell fuckin seems to LOVE it."
The were talking about me, as I lay naked, face down in the cold muddy puddle with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I had craned my neck to keep my face out of the water, but I was finding it difficult to stretch and turn to see each of my Masters as they spoke about me, so I finally turned my head away from them, resting my chin at the muddy bottom of the puddle for a few seconds which meant the water stopped just below my nose.
A splash and sudden wave next to me caught me a little off guard as Master Rashid stepped beside me and pushed something under my throat at the front, pulling it tight around my neck at the back. As Master Rashid secured what I realized was a collar around me, I felt Master Hadi open the handcuff around my left wrist and push my arms by my side into the puddle. Master Rashid tugged and I felt myself being pulled backwards and upwards until I was kneeling upright in the puddle again, with the muddy water cascading down my body to return to the pool below me. Master Haid stepped around in front and re-attached the handcuffs in front of me while Master Rashid twisted the leather collar around my neck until I could see the steel chain that formed a leash in front of me.
A tug of the leash from Master Rashid and I fell forward, stopping my descent by putting my hands out in front of me. They splashed into the puddle and slid forward slightly in the mud. Master tugged again and I quickly slid my knees forward to regain some of my balance before bounding my hands forward again in one motion, the handcuffs preventing me from moving my arms independently.
"Come on, boy," I heard Master Rashid command as Master Hadi said something to him in a language I did not understand.
We walked around the side of the Range Rover and to the back, Master Rashid and Master Hadi walking upright, while I shuffled along as best I could on my hands and knees with the leash tugging at my collar the whole way.
"My buddy Hugh found him first," I heard Master Rashid say.
"When he left for London, he passed him on to me. Hugh told me about some of the fantasies the boy had mentioned and they got me going right away," he continued.
Master Hadi said something in the foreign language in reply and both laughed.
"I didn't really believe he'd be up for any of it," continued Master Rashid as he opened the rear hatch door, "but he's way more into it than I could have hoped for."
I looked up to see Maser Rashid staring lovingly down at me with a huge smile on his face, and I flushed with embarrassment and looked away quickly.
Master tapped the floor on the inside of the rear hatch, as you would to encourage a dog to jump in, and I understood what he intended. I glanced up at him, and his head nod towards the back of the Range Rover confirmed my assumption. I stood up, still crouching, and put my hands inside the vehicle, then bounded inside with my right leg going first. The floor of the Range Rover was covered in a hard plastic surface and both my hands and feet immediately slipped due to the wet mud both were caked in. I tipped onto my side and slid a little into the interior before looking back towards the open hatch sheepishly to see both Masters laughing at me. Master Rashid unclipped the leash from my collar, then grabbing my feet he pulled me back towards the open hatch before wrapping the chain around my ankles and clipping it to a carabiner that was attached to the side of the vehicle. This immobilized my lower body. Master Hadi climbed inside the back and pulled my still handcuffed wrists up and behind my head before clipping the chain between each cuff to another carabiner on the diagonally opposite side of the vehicle.
I was now largely immobilized, naked, on my back, lying diagonally across the back of the vehicle. Master Hadi then rifled through a black Addidas holdall pulling out some kind of hood which he placed over my head, instantly cutting off my vision. I heard him rustling through the bag as he and Master Rashid chatted in that foreign language that again, occasionally laughing with each other as their hands began ranging over my body. Suddenly and intense, excruciating pain coursed through my right nipple, followed almost immediately by my left nipple. I screamed out involuntarily, caught my scream half way and instead sharply inhaled as I tried to tense my pecs and twist my body away from whatever was torturing my nipples, but to no avail. I heard both Masters chuckle at my predicament. A hand pushed between my thighs grabbing my balls in a vice grip and pulling them quickly down and then up and away from legs. I screamed again and tried to twist my hips away, but every movement only increased the pain coursing through my abdomen. A sudden wave of nausea overwhelmed me and I held my breath to try to control the convulsion as I felt something being snapped around the fleshy portion of my ball sack. The pain subsided as the pressure was released, only to be replaced moments later by a sudden tug of my balls away from my body. A severe dull ache set in just above my balls, but at least the nausea began to diminish. I then felt something large and wide being pushed against my asshole. I screamed and bucked my hips as it forced it way past my sphincter into my ass, the movement tugging on my balls and shooting a sharp pain through my bowels. Another was forced into me, producing slightly less of a response and four more followed until the fifth one which never fully penetrated me, but instead stretched my asshole in an incredibly uncomfortable way and stayed there.
My nipples were on fire and hurting in a way that made me fear they had been sliced off entirely. My balls were being tugged away from my body, creating a shock wave of pain through my guts every time I moved, and now my ass was filled with, with some things that were large and solid and uncomfortable and my hole was now plugged by something I wanted to push out so intensely, but it was being firmly held in place by Master. Despite lying on the cold plastic floor of the Range Rover, feeling the bitterly cold wind still blowing against my naked flesh from the open hatch door, I was sweating and breathing rapidly again in the face of these new torments. I heard a ripping sound and only identified it as a roll of duct tape when the tape was applied to my ass, and firmly attached to the thing impaled in my asshole, presumably to prevent me from shitting it out of my hole as I so desperately wanted to. I moaned, and they chuckled.
"Relax and enjoy the ride," I head Maser Hadi say deviously as they both laughed out loud and began chatting again in the foreign language.
"Ahhhh...oh...Ye, Yes..., Yes, Siiiiiir," I struggled to reply as the waves of pain from my nipples, from my balls and from my ass swept over me at different times.
I heard the unmistakable thump of the hatch door being slammed closed and felt the vehicle shake, which in turn tugged on my balls slightly. Ugggg...
I heard two doors open and felt the rocking of the vehicle as presumably Maser Rashid and Master Hadi climbed into the front of the Range Rover. The two doors slammed closed and the engine roared to life. A slight vibration began to shake me and caused a sensation through my stretched balls that I had never experienced before. My Masters chatted for a few moments before I heard the sound of the gear being engaged and the Range Rover began to move. The access road leaving the yard was absolutely hell. Despite the fact that the vehicle was moving slowly, and I knew it was because of the engine noise and the rutts and potholes in the road, every time we bumped into our out of a pothole. I felt sure my balls were going to ripped off my body. As I ughhhd and Ahhhd, and awwwwwd in the back, my Masters laughed at every painful utterance I came up with. The smooth tarmac of the road once we left the access path to the scrap yard was a supremely welcome relief as there were fewer tugs on my balls and fewer waves of pain through my guts as a result. My ass was still full and my hole was still straining against whatever was impaled up there, but my nipples didn't feel bad at all by this point.
We drove, and drove, and drove. I could hear the gear changes, the engine revving and idling at different stops. I could heat the windscreen wipers working the whole time we were driving and the sound of the tyres on the different road surfaces as we made our way to wherever we were going. My Masters were chatting away in that foreign language quite happily up front, and seemed to be ignoring me as I suffered in the back. They had cranked up the heating, and the mud still covering my feet, knees, hands and probably may other places I didn't know about started to dry and break off in clumps. Despite my pain, my cock was rock hard and literally throbbing. I so badly wanted to wank myself off and shoot a load, but I knew that was not on the cards any time soon. The absolute fear and trepidation I had experienced kneeling in the mud when I thought the cops were about to arrest me was forgotten entirely. I was now eagerly anticipating and fantasizing about what these TWO Masters were going to do with me for a whole weekend – A WHOLE WEEKEND.
A lot of things went through my mind as I lay there, naked, trussed up and in some pain, but considerably less than when I was first pinned in place. Things had moved so quickly tonight. From being forced to run stark naked in public for miles, to being caught by a complete stranger and then raped by him, to now contemplating two more days and nights not only serving Master Rashid, but now, also, another admittedly gorgeous Master. Were things moving way too fast. What would come next. What fantasies had I told Master Hugh on those evenings when we chatted about our inner most desires and wishes. I remembered clearly telling him about wanking off to the thought of being stripped naked and dumped somewhere, left to make my way home stark naked. I remembered telling him about my fantasy of being kidnapped and gang raped by a dozen guys and held captive for weeks on end as their sex slave. I remembered a fantasy about being sold into sexual slavery and sent to a far flung land where I wouldn't speak the language or know where I was, where I'd be kept naked and used for the rest of my life. These were childish fantasies. I never imagined they could ever possibly be realized, and yet, here I was naked in the back of a vehicle, the sex slave of now two Masters who were driving me who knows where.
My cock throbbed as my imagination ran wild and I was almost on the verge of shooting a load without even touching myself, when the vehicle stopped and the engine was shut off. I heard the two front doors open and slam closed again, followed a few moments later by the hatch door opening. A rush of cold air chilled me immediately as I felt the vehicle sway and realized someone was climbing in beside me.
My cock was slapped hard from side to side a dozen or so times, as they spoke and laughed in their own language. I meanwhile tried to stabilize my balls with my thighs to diminish the tugging of my ball sack against whatever was causing me so much pain down there. It worked to a large extent and the ache was tolerable as my cock bounced from side to side.
The handcuffs were unclipped and my hands were brought down to my waist. They bumped against my raging hard cock and before I could stop myself I gripped it with my right hand and squeezed the solid, blood engorged member. A sharp slap on my right ass cheek reminded me of my place and I immediately released my cock, moaning as I did so in frustration. I felt some pre-cum leak from the head of my cock and I so wanted to stroke it a few times to blow my entire load RIGHT NOW.
"Don't touch your cock again unless you are told do, bitch," Master Rashid's voice boomed. Still confined in the hood, I had no idea if he was joking or angry, but I was determined to try my best to follow his orders, no matter how difficult, and this would be extraordinarily difficulty.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir," I said, truly apologetic, yet so disappointed that I couldn't relieve myself at the same time.
My feet were unclipped and I felt hands grip my ankles and pull me forward to the edge of the hatch. With my legs dangling in space over the edge, I was pushed out the final few inches from behind, my feet hitting the cold, wet hard surface that felt like tarmac below me. The chain was re-affixed to my collar and a tug pulled me forward a few steps, my feet making odd slapping sounds in the water lying on the ground. I heard the hatch of the Range Rover slam shut behind me and I was tugged forward, still blinded completely by the hood over my head, but trusting in Maser to direct me safely.
The rain had stopped, but it was still very windy. The cold wind seemed even worse at this moment after the warmth inside the vehicle. I felt a separation in two of the surfaces under my bare feet as I walked and surmised I'd stepped off on a road and onto the pavement or a driveway of some sort. I continued to walk, directed by the tug of the leash. The ground changed from hard rough, to hard and somewhat smooth. Master Hadi's hands held me back to prevent me from continuing to walk.
"Hold on here for a sec," I heard him say to me and I stopped, listening intently for any clue as to where I was or what was happening. I could clearly hear the sound of occasional traffic at a distance, but no real sounds of people talking or walking. I could hear water running and burbling close to me, and surmised it was running from a rain gutter following the storm that seemed to have passed. I even heard some birds flapping their wings to take off high above me. The air smelled fresh and clean and it was certainly cold. Suddenly I was hit with a blast of freezing cold water directly in my chest from the right side of me.
"Fuck...," I exclaimed more startled than anything as I flinched and turned away from the now steady stream of water assaulting me. I heard the hiss of the water and realized it was a hose of some type.
"We need to clean you up before we take you inside, bitch. Stand still," commanded Master Rashid and both Masters laughed at my dancing and twisting as the frigid water played over my chest, back, face, legs, groin, feet and hands. The face was the worst, as the hood became water logged and I immediately felt as though I was drowning. Each time the water hit me in the face I would flinch and turn and bow my head to try to take my nose and mouth out of the stream, and each time both Masters would giggle about it.
Finally, the water torture stopped and despite the cold temperature and the even colder wind that continued to whirl around my naked body, it was a relief when the water stream stopped and I actually felt – warmer as a result. A tug on the leash told me to start walking forward again, and I complied with the hard somewhat smooth surface remaining underfoot. As I walked I heard the distinct sound of a vehicle coming from my right, the engine sound getting louder and louder and the tyres swishing through the standing water and occasionally hitting puddles to send a whoosh of water away. My stomach knotted as I thought I was clearly stark naked, barefoot, on a street somewhere being led in a collar by a leash, with a still raging hardon in front of me, and someone was going to drive by and see me. Another tug on the leash instructed me to continue walking and I was relieved as the vehicle noise seemed to pass us and continue on without any slowing down or shouts from surprised passengers.
"There are six steps up in front of you," I heard Master Rashid say in front of me. "Step up now."
I lifted my right foot high and moved it forward then down and found a hard stone surface under my foot. Master Hadi grabbed me by my elbows as I stepped up and I felt reassured that I would not fall or trip as I stood up on the first step. We repeated the process until I heard a wooden door creak open on what sounded like old rusty hinges. Another tug of the leash and my feet hit what felt like wooden floorboard below me. The sound around me changed immediately, more muffled, and I realized I'd stepped from outside into a room of some sort. Maser Hadi released my elbows and slapped my right ass cheek solidly, with a loud slapping sound reverberating around the room.
"Good boy," Master Hadi said as I heard the door close behind me.
--End
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