SLUTTY WHORE NEW YORK NEW YORK 05
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.
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He handed me the key to my apartment, then simply turned and walked away in the direction of his own place, which was in the opposite direction to my place. I still had red welt marks from the Chinese guys who had whipped me with the belt, and slap marks on my chest, stomach, and legs from the Arab guy. I was naked and barefoot with only the chastity guard for coverage. What choice did I have. I began jogging back to my own place. Fortunately it was a cold night where I could see my breath as I ran, and it was very early in the morning, so not too many people were out and about. I had to hide between some parked cars once or twice as people did pass me on the street, and I know a few vehicles spotted me, but I finally made it to my apartment building, and to my apartment.
It was 4:30 AM when I got back home. I showered and jumped into my bed, but I couldn't sleep. I was a whore. I was a real, life, fucking whore. I had whored my body out and Master Eugene had made money off me. I desperately wanted to jerk off and cum, but that fucking chastity device made it impossible to do. I don't think I've ever been so horny and desperate in my whole life.
I had to get up by 8 AM that morning in order to get to work. I was exhausted, aching all over, my balls were super sensitive both because they were full of cum and because they'd taken so much abuse. My thoughts were jumbled up between being so fucking horny and needing release, but also a real sense of confusion about this fantasy reality. I had always fantasized about being a male whore, but now I really, truly was one, it was completely different from my fantasies. In my fantasies, of course, every client was hot, knew precisely what turned me on, and did only what I wanted to do. I reality, most of the clients really were not my typical type, I had to do things I really didn't like or enjoy with them, and a few of them had bad breath, stinky cocks and asses, or smelly feet and armpits. It was not the stuff of fantasy, that's for sure.
I did waken to my alarm, so at some point, despite my horniness and my mind racing at a million miles an hour, I had finally drifted off to sleep. I dragged myself out of bed, showered, dressed, and grabbed the subway to work. Despite the crowded subway car I almost fell asleep standing up and missed my stop. Fortunately so many people were pushing past me I finally came to my senses and made it to work on time. Work that week was the toughest I'd ever experienced, not because of the volume or type of work, but because my mind just was not on work. My mind was occupied completely by Master Eugene and me being a slutty fucking, disgusting whore. I'd been fucked by more than twenty guys over one weekend. I gave my body to strangers and allowed them to do what they wanted to me. I'd been whipped with belts, slapped, kicked, spit on, pissed on, cum on, guys asses sat on my face and made me lick out their holes, I licked up spit from the floor and off their cocks, I ate piss soaked food from a dog bowl, I fucking puked as a guy forced a huge didlo repeatedly down my throat, and then he brutally fucked me as I lay in my own puke. How fucking more disgusting and low could I go? How much lower would I go?
I got through the work week to Friday, going back and forth between just resigning myself to experiencing this subjugation and degradation because somewhere deep within me I was enjoying and actually craving being used, appreciated, and manipulated like this. But another part of me told me it was too fucking dangerous and stupid to let Master Eugene sell my body to anyone who wanted it for an hour. Did he know the Asian guys were going to whip the shit out of me with belts, leaving welts all over me? Did he know the Arab guy would almost choke me to death with that huge fucking didlo stuffed down my throat? What if the next client actually beat the holy shit out of me and left me really badly injured? What if one of the clients turned out to be a psycho killer and I ended up dead? What if I catch something from these guys? None of them wore condoms when they were using me.
I was still confused by the conflicted emotions when Master Eugene texted me at lunch and ordered me to meet him at an address in the East Village at 11 PM. It was a really cold, dreary day and it had been raining heavily all day. His text told me "Wear a jacket and flip flops only -- NOTHING ELSE."
I contemplated replying to say, "I don't want to do this anymore." I considered "I think this is too dangerous."
I felt a knot in my stomach. It was undoubtedly a knot of trepidation, of uncertainty. Yet at the same time my cock was straining to break fee of the steel trap that encased it since early Monday morning.
"Sir, Yes, Sir," I responded back by text. Committed to another weekend of whoring my body out for the advantage of Master Eugene.
I got home, showered, cleaned myself out, pulled on a knee length overcoat, and slipped on my flip-flops. I took the subway and walked to the address, arriving 10:40 PM. It was a nice area, with nice cars parked on the street. I stood under the awning of a grocery store as the rain kept pounding down, checking out the clock in the store so I didn't arrive too early, and to prevent myself from looking like a drowned rat by the time I knocked on the door. 10:55 PM came around and I still didn't see Master Eugene, so I ran the half block to the address, walked up the short flight of stairs to the large ornate wooden door and rang the doorbell.
After a few moments, the door swung open and a mid-thirties white guy with blue eyes, a nice sun-tan, and a great smile greeted me. He had dark brown hair, but with bright blonde highlights. He wore a pink loose shirt which was opened in the front to reveal a nice body and six pack. He had white, very tight pants on, and white loafers. He immediately struck me as gay, and his huge smile when he saw me seemed to confirm this for me.
"Welcome," he said enthusiastically as he stepped aside and with a sweep of his arm, he invited me in.
As I stepped into the doorway he stepped quickly behind me and his hands began to unbutton my overcoat.
"Let us take your clothes, to make you more comfortable."
I didn't resist as he unbuttoned the jacket and slipped it from my shoulders, leaving me naked but for my flip-flops. His hands roamed all over me as he whispered in my ear.
"Perfect. Just perfect."
I turned to see the door close as he hung my overcoat on a hook by the door.
"You can leave those here also," he said pointing at my flip-flops.
As I stepped out of them, he produced a small key and grabbed hold of my chastity device. He quickly unlocked it and removed the shaft portion. He then gently coaxed my balls through the small opening to release the locking ring and placed both in my overcoat pocket.
"Much, much better," he said as he returned is gaze to me and began to stroke and fondle my quickly growing cock.
"Thank you, Sir," I replied, allowing him free reign to do as he wished with me. That is why I was here.
He led me by the hand down the hallway, which led to two columns and then into a large living room that was very nicely decorated, and was clearly set up in preparation for a party. Food was to the left, spread over three tables. Alcohol was to the right with a fully stocked bar and three cute young topless bar staff. All three looked over and smiled as blonde highlights walked me into the room, my cock now rock hard and bouncing from side to side. A couple of guys appeared from a doorway ahead of us. They were dressed similarly to blonde highlights and appeared to be around the same age. They walked purposefully to me and began examining me. Opening my mouth to check my teeth, tugging my nipples, pulling my foreskin back to make sure I was clean, gripping my balls and pulling them down until I winced, sticking a couple of fingers in my ass to make sure I was clean and lubed.
The bar staff watched as all of this happened, and I only got harder and began to leak some pre-cum.
The three then walked me past out of the doors the two had just entered from, into a second large room which had lights and disco balls set up, and a DJ station at the far end of the room. Two platforms were set up just in front of the DJ booth with two large steel cages on them. The platforms lifted the cages about three feet off the ground. I was walked to the cage on the right of the DJ station.
"You're going to be our cage dancer for the night," blonde highlights said.
"There will be a girl in the other cage," he continued. "There's really not much room to actually dance in the cage, so you'll be pretty accessible to our guests, if you get my meaning," he smiled.
"Sir, Yes, Sir," I said and he smiled broadly.
"Party starts at Midnight but," just then the doorbell rang again.
"Wait right there," he said, as he left me heading towards the front door. I sat on the platform, naked, with my prison for the evening behind me, looking around the room. My cock was throbbing at the idea of dancing stark naked, locked inside a steel cage in front of maybe fifty or sixty party guests who were clearly going to be encouraged to feel and fondle me through the cage. I liked this gig.
A few minutes later blonde highlights led a caramel skinned naked female with really large breasts and a shaved vagina into the room. The other two guys also returned and snorted some lines of coke while blonde highlights explained the gig to the caramel skinned female.
We were both placed into our respective cages. Blonde highlights padlocked me into my cage which only allowed around four inches between my naked flesh and the bars on any side of me. The cage was around seven feet tall, so plenty of head room, but not much room beyond that to move. As soon as the three padlocks had been secured on my cage, I glanced over to see four dressed females groping and fondling the naked caramel skinned female in the other cage. Blonde highlights turned my head back to face him. He pulled my head forward so my cheeks were pressed against the bars and he kissed me on the lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Releasing the kiss he just smiled and stood back to look at me. He then took some pills out of his pocket and handed them to me with a glass of what I presumed was water, but turned out to be Vodka. I threw the pills into my mouth, and swallowed them with the swig of Vodka, coughing involuntarily at the sudden and unexpected harshness of the alcohol. He laughed, but was satisfied I had swallowed the pills.
The music started, and I turned to see two Latin guys behind me at the DJ station. I hadn't noticed them before, but the regular lights dimmed, the club lights started, and I found myself moving to the beat of the music. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the music and the warm feeling flowing over me. I started to stroke my cock when my hands were pulled to the side of the cage, and handcuffed to the bars. I would probably have protested at any other time, but as my hands were pulled away from my cock and as I opened my eyes, I saw the once empty room had already filled with thirty or forty people, and my platform was surrounded by a dozen or so guys all snapping pictures of me. I was so fucking horny right now.
With my hands cuffed to the sides of the cage, I was ecstatic when two guys climbed onto the platform and began stroking my cock through the bars. Their hands roamed all over my flesh, fingering my hole, pushing into my mouth, turning my balls between their fingers, tweaking my nipples. I closed my eyes and felt a flush of happiness flow over me. When I re-opened my eyes, the room was filled with people dancing. There must have been a hundred or more. My cage was surrounded by ten to twenty guys, with hands, and arms all reaching through the bars, caressing, pinching, stroking, and probing my entire body. I closed my eyes, just enjoying those hands all over me.
When I re-opened my blonde highlights was in front of me.
"Are you doing ok?" he asked.
"I'm fucking great," I replied and he smiled and left, to be replaced by three people pushing their fingers into my mouth and almost down my throat. As I focused on the fingers for a moment, I realized my ass was being pulled against the back of the cage, and I was being fucked at a rapid pace in beat with the music. Suddenly a cock appeared in front of my face, as a guy had climbed up the cage bars. A hand from behind pushed my head forward, as if I needed the encouragement, and I took the cock deep down my throat and began sucking on it. He came extremely quickly and as he withdrew with each spurt I tasted his slightly salty cum on my tongue before his last few shots hit my chest. His cock was quickly replaced by another, as was the cock in my ass.
Blonde highlights kept feeding me Vodka, and pills throughout the evening, and checking in to make sure I was doing ok. I was not doing ok. I was in heaven. I closed my eyes as hands roved over my flesh and as cocks forced their way into my ass and mouth.
Opening my eyes I was on my knees, my legs through the bars of the cage and my knees resting on the platform outside. My arms were out to my side, my wrists still cuffed to the side of the cage. My head was resting on the bars at the front of the cage, and my ass was pressed against the back of the cage, with one of the bars pushing on my asshole between both cheeks. I realized the majority of the crowd had gone. There were maybe a dozen people still around. The music had stopped and as I turned to look, I realized the DJ's were no longer there.
I was tired, and thirsty, and soaked in what I thought was sweat, but was undoubtedly cum as it was also kinda sticky and drying on me. I glanced at the other cage and realized it was empty. I was very confused and my thinking was very, very fuzzy, but as I tried to focus on the people on the floor in front of my platform I realized they were cleaning the place up. My eyes met the gaze of a young, really good looking Latino guy who was gathering glasses into a plastic dishwashing tray from the platform I was on. His eyes roved over my naked, wet, sticky, used, body and he licked his lips then smiled. I smiled back, my cock twitching. I drifted away again.
When I opened my eyes again, blonde highlights and six other guys were opening the padlocks to my cage prison. The front of the cage swung open and blonde highlights put a water bottle to my mouth, which I guzzled as though I'd just spent a week in the Arizona Desert. My wrists were released from the handcuffs and two of the guys helped me up to my feet. I was weak, dizzy, exhausted, and while I knew they were talking, I wasn't paying much attention. They literally carried me, with my feet barely touching the ground through what had been the dance room, into the food and alcohol room, then through the columns, but up a flight of stairs and into a large ornate bathroom.
The hot shower felt amazing and the steam seemed to bring me around a little more. I was just so happy for the warm water cascading over me, it took me a bit to realize there were two naked guys in the shower with me. They were gently soaping and cleaning me all over. The shower finished way too soon for my liking, but they brought me out and dried me gently all over with towels. They then rubbed some sort of lotion all over me which made me smell and feel really good. My mind began going over the evening and it was a bit broken up, but I certainly remembered being stark naked in the cage in front of at least a couple of hundred people, and being fucked repeatedly by, by complete strangers.
They then walked me back downstairs and to the front door. They wrapped my overcoat over my shoulders, buttoned it, walked me down the steps of the home and put me in a cab which took me Master Eugene's place. They had paid for the cab, so I simply rang the buzzed and Master Eugene let me in.
"How was it?" he asked.
"It was amazing. Fun. Lot's of people. I was naked in a cage. Got fucked so many times."
I couldn't really keep my thoughts straight. Master Eugene didn't ask too many more questions before we simply went to bed, but not before he retrieved the chastity device from my overcoat and put it on me once again. I once again slept naked on the floor while he slept in his bed.
Master Eugene roused around noon on Saturday and had me shower, dry, and dress him. I then made breakfast for him, and I ate the scraps he left on his plate for my own breakfast.
I had no clients on Saturday afternoon, but Saturday evening and Sunday all day I was once again grabbing taxi after taxi to client after client. The two Chinese guys hired me for a two hour session on Sunday. Their whip marks were still present, but they had diminished significantly. This time they took me to a deserted basement area in their building. They tied my wrists and hung me from an overhead pipe to the point were my feet were completely off the ground. They had proper whips, and a cat of nine tails and they laughed as they both whipped me at the same time and as I bounced and twisted and turned as I hung like a piece of meat. I was marked up all over when they finally took me down, then dripped candle was all over me which hurt even more than usual due to the whip marks they left on me. Both fucked me really aggressively and again made me drink their piss while the slapped my face and told me what a disgusting fucking faggot I was.
My last client in the early hours of Monday morning was the Arab guy. I dreaded going and contemplated backing out, but standing in front of his door, I rang the doorbell instead of walking away.
He opened the door, sneered at me, then in the hallway of his apartment building he literally tore my t-shirt to shreds, and ripped my shorts off me, leaving me naked. He slapped me so hard across the face that I did lose my balance and fell to the ground in the hallway. He grabbed my left ankle and dragged me naked along the hallway to the fire escape, picking me up by the hair and pushing me out of the window onto the steel landing of the fire escape. He lived on the top floor of his building, but the fire escape went up to the roof. It was raining hard, and I could see my breath as I shivered in the wind. He climbed out into the landing pushed me towards the stairs leading up to the roof. As I climbed the stairs, he slapped the backs of my legs and my ass hard, telling me to hurry the fuck up.
On the roof, it was clearly not used much by the residents. There were old paint cans, large puddles of water, but not much else up here. Most of the buildings in this area were around the same height, but just a few blocks away were much taller buildings which looked down on this rooftop. Lights in the windows of those buildings concerned me, but not as much as the Arab guy himself concerned me.
He kicked me with the sole of his foot, pushing me forward across the roof towards the middle of the roof. A huge puddle of rainwater was still collecting more rain as it fell constantly. As I started to walk through the two or three inches of freezing cold water, he suddenly kicked some water up on me from behind. Despite being cold already, and having goosebump skin, the larger volume of water unexpectedly hitting me from behind shocked me. I jumped and ran forward a couple of paces, turning to see what had happened with my hands covering my cock and balls. He was on me in seconds, tripping me and sending me backwards down into the puddle. I put my hands out to break my fall into the freezing water, and he quickly knelt down straddling my chest, pinning me on my back in the puddle. My arms were pinned inside his thighs by my side, so there was little I could do. He outweighed my by more than one hundred and fifty pounds, and he was much stronger than I was.
"Look at you faggot," he hissed at me in disgust.
"You let yourself be fucked. You let yourself be whipped. You drink other men's seed."
He slapped me five or six times in the face while holding a handful of my hair to prevent me from turning away from him. I was shivering both with fear, and because I was naked, lying in three inches of freezing water, on an exposed rooftop as the rain continued to fall and the wind continued to howl.
"You are not a man. You don't need these," he observed as he grabbed and twisted by balls in a quick and aggressive motion.
"Ahhh....rrrrrrrrrr" I squealed in sudden and very real pain, and also concerned he may actually rip my balls of right there and then.
"Please.....ahhhh......Sir," I managed to get out, breathless and in serious pain.
He let go of my balls and smiled. Seemingly happy that he had elicited a response from me. He stood up and took his cock out of his pants, then proceeded to piss directly on my face.
"Open," he commanded. "Drink," he added.
I opened my mouth and drank his piss as it filled my mouth. It was acrid, as though he had not pissed in two days and had not drank any water in those two days either. I felt my stomach turn every time I swallowed, but I did not want to disobey. When he finished pissing, he grabbed me by the hair, pulled me to my knees, and face fucked me hard for a long, long, long time. He would force his huge cock into my throat and hold me there, unable to breath, until I almost passed out before finally pulling out to allow me a breath or two -- then he would repeat. I was seeing stars and was really light headed when he finally dragged me by my hair across the roof, lifted me up, and bent me forward over the wall at the top of the roof. I saw the street, eight floors below us as he rammed his huge cock into my asshole and pounded me against the wall as he slapped my ass and pulled my head back roughly with a handful of hair. He pounded me like a jackhammer at a furious pace for what felt like twenty minutes. I was sore from being bounded against the brick wall that ran around the edge of the roof. Finally he took a few final brutal thrusts and he shot his load inside me.
He dragged me by a handful of hair back down the fire escape to his front door where my clothes lay in rags. He picked up the rags and ripped them up even more, before smirking at me, throwing the rags in my face and walking into his apartment slamming the door behind him.
I grabbed the rags and ran down a few flights of stairs to get away from him. I searched for my subway pass, but it was gone. My apartment key was also gone. I had wanted this treatment, and fantasized about it often. I had fantasized about being left naked in the middle of the city to fend for myself many, many times, and it had happened to me a few times. The fantasy always got me off in a huge way. The reality of sitting on the dirty stairs of a run down building in a really bad area of town, completely naked with whip marks all over my body, and only rags to try to tie together to wear home in the freezing cold rain and wind was definitely NOT the fucking fantasy. I was actually crying to myself as I tried to tie together the remnants of what had been my t-shirt and shorts just an hour or so before. I cobbled together something that just about managed to hide most of my ass, and that covered by cock, but I'd still be topless and barefoot walking in the freezing rain in the middle of New York City.
The rain again kept most people off the streets, and those who were out were bundled up and focused on where they were going. A crazy mostly naked white boy running in the rain. So what? It's New York.
I ran about ten blocks and found a payphone by a local park. I called Master Eugene and pleaded with him to pick me up. He agreed to meet me and told me where to meet him. It was a spot on the East side about fifteen more blocks from where I was. A dog walker looked at me as though I was completely crazy as I was on the phone. I had been running, so I was warm, and I was literally steaming as I stood in the phone booth calling Master Eugene. I ran the fifteen blocks, and saw Master Eugene's car. He told me to lose the rags before getting into his car. I slipped the rags off my hips and just let them fall to the ground by the car. He unlocked the car and I slipped naked into the passenger seat. He produced the chastity device from the glove compartment and my heart sank.
Master Eugene drove me back to my apartment and handed me a spare key he kept. It was around 5 AM at this point. I got out of his car, naked, walked up to my apartment front door, barefoot, and I took the stairs up to my apartment, a naked and barefoot whore covered in welt and burn marks and wearing a chastity device. I slept for three hours before I had to get up to go to work and pretend I'd had a pretty normal, boring, weekend with my work colleagues.
--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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