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.
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"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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