SLUTTY WHORE'S SECOND SUBMISSION 06
by GWMSUB4DOMGAM
I ripped open the bag and found a pair of white nylon football shorts that were about three sizes too big for my 30" waist. There was also a pair of flip flops and an old track suit jacket. I pulled on the shorts and found that I had to hold them at the waist to keep them up. The zipper on the track suit jacket didn't work, so I'd have to hold that shut also. At least the flip flops were workable. I also found the railway pass in the pocket of the shorts and five crisp new ten pound notes.
It took me about forty minutes to walk along the verge of the countryside road until I reached the village train station. I then waited about thirty minutes for the next train heading to Glasgow, that would take me home. As I waited for the train, I contemplated what I'd just experienced and whether or not I wanted it to continue next weekend. As I went over it, my cock woke up again and the baggy oversized shorts advertised my erection obviously, but fortunately at this hour on a Sunday evening, I was the only one on the platform, so I actually jerked off for a second time and shot my load into my hand, then lapped it up as Master had taught me.
Yes, I'd be back.
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I managed to sneak into the house without any of my four other brothers, two sisters or my parents seeing me, which was no small task in and of itself. I headed straight to the bedroom I shared with my two older brothers, grabbed a change of clothes then headed to the bathroom to take a quick bath. As I sat in the bath I noticed the marks on my knees and legs from sitting in the cage, and I immediately got hard again. I jerked off in the tub thinking about what had happened, what I'd experienced; and more, what I'd agreed to. I was now owned property and I'd been fucked in the mouth and arse by a hot Master who enjoyed the sight of me naked and who enjoyed using me. I shot a string of cum that sailed over my head onto the wall behind the tub...and I was still horny as hell.
The rest of the week quite literally dragged by painfully slowly. I jerked off a six or seven times a day in the first few days, as I went over what Master had done to me on Sunday. As Thursday came however, I began to get butterflies in anticipation of what my weekend would hold. I'd told my friend I would not be able to come over with a story about heading down to England for a Depech Mode concert. I knew he hated the band, so he wouldn't want to join me – but he'd keep up the story if my parents happened to call looking for me, which they almost never did. Friday morning came and I packed my usual bag for the two days and my football kit and left as normal, but this day was far from normal. I was so nervous with anticipation and trepidation that I was almost physically sick. I was literally shaking as I went through boring class after boring class all morning long. I contemplated skipping school in the afternoon, but Master had told me to be at the gate to the field at 7PM, so what would I do with myself until then. School let out at 4PM and it would take about thirty minutes to walk to the train station and another thirty to forty to get to the small village train station I had left from the week before. It would take about another thirty minutes to get back to the farm gate on the main road where Master had left me naked, as ordered. I decided to just suffer the drudgery of the afternoon classes, but I couldn't help my mind wandering constantly to what would await me under Masters control all weekend, and my cock was rigid and leaking all afternoon.
The 4PM bell finally rang and I made my way to the nearest boys toilets to change into my football shorts and shirt, stuffing everything else into by bag. It was already dark when I walked out of the school gates and made my way to the train station. Half way there it began to drizzle with rain and again I could see my breath in the cold temperature. My cock was rock hard and straining against my underwear and shorts, and it was all I could do not to pull it out and jerk off as I walked, yet at the same time there was fear in the pit of my stomach. What I'd experienced last Sunday was more than I'd expected or anticipated. I loved it, yet what would I be in for this time, I wondered. More importantly perhaps, could I handle it without displeasing Master and looking like a childish fool?
I boarded the train at around 5:15PM and got off at the station at exactly 6:10pm. There were delays at some of the intermediate stations that made the trip a little longer than normal. I left the station and hurried out of town on the grass verge towards the field, towards the gate, and towards Master. The rain was falling again, typical of a Scottish Winter evening. It was pitch black as I walked along the grass verge, with only the vehicles whizzing past me providing blinding illumination as they drove towards me, or a brief illumination of the grass as they passed me from behind. Two vehicles actually stopped to offer me a lift, mentioning it wasn't very safe to walk along the side of the road in the dark with the rain pouring down like this. I politely declined telling, lying convincingly that I was almost at the farm road I lived on.
I reached the gate to the field, dropped my backpack with my school clothes into the thick grass that grew up beside the stone wall next to the field, and leaned back against the gate to wait for Master to arrive. The rain was pounding down, and I must have looked like a drowned rat as I stood there. My hair was matted to my head and provided no protection from the large, cold rain droplets drumming onto the top of my head with an irregular beat, only to run into my eyes causing me to frequently wipe the water away. My football shirt was sticking to me quite literally like a second skin, as were the shorts Master had provided last week and my underwear. My legs were splattered with mud, and my white socks and black sneakers were soaking and filthy also. As I saw my warm breath billow out in a white cloudy puff as I exhaled, I briefly doubted my decision to return. As car after car whizzed past me to reach warm homes and satisfying dinners, I was freezing, soaked through and committing myself to a weekend of servitude at the hands of Master, whom I'd only met a week ago. My apprehension was palpable, yet, my predicament and my anticipation of Master arriving had me rock hard despite the cold and the discomfort. I rubbed on my cock and felt the all too familiar tingle at the head. I wanted this. I wanted to be treated like this. I wanted to be like this. I wanted to be a naked slave, used, abused, humiliated, fucked.
I was lost in thought when the Range Rover crunched over the gravel and mud that formed the entrance to the field just in front of the gate. I jumped back and almost fell as Master hit a large puddle and sent a huge muddy wall of water that hit me square in the face and chest. As I wiped away the mud and water from my eyes, I saw the familiar vehicle and heard the passenger side window whirring down. I stepped over to the open window and saw Master sitting inside with that smirk which was becoming so familiar to me. I smiled back and in a sudden moment of embarrassment, found myself blushing and immediately looking away from his intense gaze to the ground outside his vehicle.
"Strip," Master commanded.
"Everything off. Just drop your rags as you take them off. Now bitch," he continued.
I released the hold on my shorts which were too large and they immediately feel to the muddy ground at my feet. I grabbed the bottom of my football jersey and began to pull it up over my over my chest and shoulders, but was sticking so closely to my flesh, it was a struggle.
"Hurry it up, bitch," Master shouted, and I redoubled my efforts, finally pulling it over my shoulders and off. I let it drop quickly into the mud. In one quick motion I hooked my thumbs into my underwear and slipped them down my legs, hooking my socks as I went so I could step out of my trainers, socks and underwear all at the same time. I felt the cold, wet, mud seep between my toes and a couple of sharp rocks dig at the soles of my feet as I tried to adjust my position.
Master left me standing, naked in the mud, soaking from the rain, my breath rapid and forming little clouds as I breathed while he simply smirked at me from within the warmth and comfort of his vehicle. My feet were like blocks of ice, standing in the freezing cold and water logged mud. The rain ran in mini rivers from my hair, all the way down my body, running off the ends of my fingers which were currently cupping my cock and balls as best I could with the steely erection I was sporting at the moment.
"Open the door and put all of your shit in the bin bag," Master commanded as he picked up his mobile phone and began dialing a number.
I opened the passenger door to the Range Rover and saw a black plastic bin bag lying in the foot well. I unfolded and opened it up, conscious now of the light from inside the vehicle which now bathed me in visibility. Master stared at me as I began to pick up my muddy, water logged "shit" from the ground below me and placed it inside the bin bag. I stepped away from the door to grab my back pack as a set of headlights lit up the entire verge side of the road, and me. I froze, my stomach instantly clenching painfully as though someone had just punched me hard in the guts. I looked in the direction of the light and was instantly blinded by the intense brightness. I quickly closed my eyes and looked away, frozen in the absolute certainly that I had just been caught, stark naked, by the side of the road in the middle of a huge rainstorm, in the middle of Winter. What now?
I was shaking, both with the abject fear of having just been discovered and with the cold gusts of wind that continued to blow the cold raindrops painfully against my naked flesh. As suddenly as I had been illuminated by the blinding lights, they swept past me leaving me now almost blinded in the sudden darkness. The lights continued on past the gate to the field and on down the road. I realized I had been holding my breath, waiting for the screeching of brakes and the indignant voices that were sure to follow. Instead, I heard Master shout
"Hurry the fuck up, bitch," his tone irritated, yet not angry if that makes any sense.
I grabbed my wet back pack and rushed back to the safety behind the open door of the car. I struggled to get the pack inside the now wet plastic of the bin bag, but finally succeeded as Master continued to talk in a foreign language I'd never heard before on his mobile, while he continued to stare at me. Master left me standing, shivering, in the rain and mud while he finished his conversation, for what seemed to be five or ten minutes but may in reality have been much less. My strongest instinct was to put my hands over my crotch and to crouch down to try to warm up, but I knew that would be a mistake, so instead, I stood upright, placed my hands behind my back and I looked down at my own shivering, naked body as the water coursed down my torso and legs into the mud below.
"Are you cold, bitch?" Master asked sarcastically. "You're shaking like a fucking leaf."
As I lifted my gaze to meet Masters I could see that all too familiar smirk, and his mobile clearly shooting video of me standing outside his vehicle like a naked drowned rat.
"Y, Yes, Master," I managed, embarrassed instantly at the emotions raging inside of me on being in Masters presence again. His short jet black hair, his smooth light brown skin, his dark smoldering eyes that seemed to bore into my very soul, his perfect white teeth, his gorgeous plump pink tongue caressing his teeth as he spoke. I lusted after this man, who seemed to know my deepest and darkest desires, and who demanded that I fulfill them when I myself would never have had the courage to explore them.
"Hmmmm," he said as though contemplating hard, but the smirk I saw as I glanced up at him once more, anticipating my salvation in being invited into the warmth and safety of the vehicle suddenly make me fearful. The knot returned to the pit of my stomach and my mouth opened involuntarily, as though I was about to speak, yet no words, not even any thoughts came to mind. I was simply awaiting orders.
"Close the door," Master ordered. I hesitated for a second, then stepped to the side and shut the door, hearing Master immediately lock it. I returned to the window, looking pleadingly at Master.
"Maybe a nice jog will warm you up then. You know where my place is, YES?" he asked.
My eyes must have become comically saucer like, as his smirk grew immediately into a huge smile as he continued to video tape me with his mobile. Not even waiting for my reply, he continued.
"Good, then I'll see you there. I'll wait an hour, but if you're any longer than that then I'm leaving and you can make your own way home," he paused for a moment, his smile growing broader as my mouth dropped further in disbelief.
"If you don't make it to my place in the hour I'm keeping your shit. You can get it next time we meet. So you'll have to make your way home just as your are now."
He's leaving me, stark naked and barefoot, in the middle of the countryside, on a fairly busy road, and if I don't make it to his place about two or three miles from here in less than an hour, he'll abandon me stark naked. My mouth dropped further and my mind tried to form words to plead for mercy and a reprieve from this terrifying fate, but no words would form. I looked left and right, up and down the rain swept road which was quiet at this moment, but I knew the road has traffic on it all night long.
"You better jog in the fields," Master added, pausing again as he almost laughed at my reaction to the predicament he was contemplating leaving me in. A small part of me hoped he was simply kidding, to get a rise out of me, but a larger majority of me felt sure he was about to do just what he was saying. I had often fantasized and jerked off to the idea of being dumped naked in public a long way from home and left to get home that way, but the reality on this frigidly cold, rain swept night was far from my fantasies, tucked up warmly in bed jerking off.
"Don't want you getting arrested, now do we?" As Master left those last words of advice I heard the whir of the window as it slid quickly closed. Master drove slowly forward until he was just passed where I was standing, then gunned the engine of the Range Rover, sending a huge spray of mud, water and small rocks in my direction as he pulled onto the road and sped away. I turned and crouched as the freezing water and mud hit me. When I finally stood and turned in the direction of Masters vehicle, hopeful that he may stop fifty or a hundred yards down to let me into the warmth of the vehicle at that point. Instead, I watched, standing naked in the mud as the rain and wind pounded on my naked, goose bumped flesh, as his vehicle rounded the bend around three hundred yards on this stretch. I stood shaking and not really believing he had left me like this, when I saw the red lights of his vehicle rise up on the crest of the hill in the distance and disappear over it.
"FUCK," I shouted to myself, as no one else was around to hear me, other than the field mice and some sheep in the field below on the opposite side of the road.
"FUCK, FUCK, Fuck, fuck...," I shouted as I still didn't really, fully, believe he'd just leave me here in public, naked like this. Would he? Did he? Fuck, he really did.
White light suddenly washed across the dry stone wall of the field on the opposite side of the road and startled, I realized a vehicle was rounding the bend that was just about twenty yards behind me. I instinctively bent forward and brought my hands to my crotch as I turned and bolted for the gate, leading to the field and the safety of the dry stone wall that formed its boundary with the road. In my haste however, I lost my footing in the mud and fell face first into the mud and gravel of the small driveway into the field. Glancing to my right I saw the two headlights round the corner and center on the roadway ahead, just inches away from lighting my naked legs and ass lying on the ground. Having no time to try to stand, I instinctively rolled to my right, along mud and gravel, ending up on my back against the edge of the wall just as the passenger bus slowly rolled passed me.
I froze in disbelief as the light from inside the bus bathed the grass verge, the stone wall and myself in a dim yellowish white. I didn't see the driver of the bus who was probably concentrating on the road in such poor weather conditions, but I saw a about a dozen passengers on the side of the bus that faced me. Most were reading, or snoozing, or chatting, but three were staring out of the window of the bus, staring right at me as the bus ever so slowly crawled passed me. I was convinced they MUST have seen me, lying on my back, naked on the ground, my cock still rock hard and standing up like a mast, may hand supporting my upper body off the rocky gravel below me.
Again, I realized I was holding my breath, waiting for the inevitability of the bus stopping and me being caught and handed over to the police, yet, it continued moving slowly down the road. I realized with relief that the light inside the bus probably meant that very little could be seen outside of the bus, so I was probably safe. I finally took a breath, my heart pounding inside my chest. My relief was short lived as headlights coming over the crest of the hill in the distance which Master had traversed just moments ago, spurred me into immediate action. I scrambled to my feet and climbed over the gate into the field. The grass in the field was about two feet tall by the side of the wall, and a little shorter away from the wall. Resigned to my fate, I decided to jog along the side of the wall in the shorter grass area, my cock bouncing from left to right in a rough circular motion as I jogged slowly, the grass providing a nice soft landing for each foot fall.
As I jogged slowly, I kept a keen eye into the black depth of the field and the rise of the hill to my right, as I had no idea what, or who, may be in the field and out of sight. Fortunately the wall to my left shielded me from the road and the vehicles that would pass on it every few minutes or so. As I was nearing the edge of this field, bounded by another dry stone wall, I realized I was beginning to warm up, and the cold, the wind, the rain and the wet grass didn't bother me so much. The continuous rain had actually washed much of the mud from my hair, face and body, and the long grass had washed much of the mud from my legs and feet. I paused that the wall, waiting until I was sure no vehicles were passing on the road, then quickly scaled the wall and jumped down on the other side.
This field was similar to the one I'd just been in, but portions of the wall that separated the field from the road had fallen down in places leaving some largish gaps that would potentially leave me exposed as I ran passed them. I jogged out to the first gap and paused beside it until there was a gap in the traffic. I passed the gap without incident and did the same for the next four gaps in the wall. Each time I paused, I crouched with my back against the cold stone, my cock still rock hard pointing into the dark field in front of me and my warm breath swirling in the cold air. I'd wait until I didn't hear any vehicle noises or see any lights, then I'd pop my head over the top to the wall to ensure there were no vehicles before making my dash passed the opening in the wall.
As I got to the edge of the field I realized it was the corner Master had turned around, and I realized from walking that there was a small dip at this point which then rose up again onto the hill that Master had disappeared over. The field at this point was separated from a small depression in the ground by a steel wire fence which was no problem for me to pass through. As I started walking down the grade into the depression though, I could hear the distinct bubbling and trickling noise of what I realized was a burn, or brook, with water running off the hills to my right and down to the River Clyde on my left. I had no idea how deep or wide or fast flowing this burn or brook would be, but I really had no option but to try to cross it. The only other option was to walk naked on the roadway and I knew from walking out here from the train station, that it was pretty exposed and there was nowhere to hide if a vehicle came on that stretch. I slowly began making my way down the grade towards the sound of the water. There were lots of bushes and leaves and vines, so it took me a while to get down to the water's edge, but I managed without any problems. What faced me was small burn, or river, about twenty feet wide. I couldn't tell how deep it was, but I would have to cross it, or risk being caught on the road.
I searched around the bank and found a branch. Using the branch ahead of me to gauge the water depth, I sat down on the bank and dipped the toes of my right foot into the burbling water.
"DAMN," I exclaimed, and then chastised myself for making so much noise, before realizing, no-one was likely to be around to hear me. I chuckled at my own stupidity, but then returned to the frigid water that was running pretty fast down the hill in front of me.
"It's so FUCKING cold," I advised myself, smiling again.
I had no choice. I stepped into the water with my right foot first, finding the rocky bottom and stabilizing myself with the branch before committing and stepping off the bank with my left foot. The water was flowing fast past my legs, and came up to just above my calf muscles. I gingerly moved forward, step by cautious step, using the branch to ensure the bottom was within reach and stepping carefully on each step. The burn deepened towards the center, with the water reaching up to my upper thighs. The force of the water at this point, and the fact that my legs were becoming numb from the cold, threatened to sweep my legs from under me, so I had to really concentrate on not falling. As I reached the other side, some overhanging branches aided my crossing and I pulled myself out of the water on the other side, happy to have not been swept away into the River Clyde. I rubbed my legs and feet with my hands and jumped up and down for a few minutes to try to get some feeling back into my legs, before finally scrambling up the pretty steep inclined that led to the next field above the little valley. Over this hill and six more fields to the edge of the village, then I'd have to figure out how to get to the road in the middle of the village that led up into the hills to Masters scrap metal yard.
The run towards the edge of the village was pretty uneventful after crossing the burn. I had to drop down a couple of times when I thought I might be seen from the road, or from the back of the fields I was running in. Most of these fields had some sheep in them, but they were up on the hillside and away from the roadway I was running next to. In some fields I was able to run a little faster, In others, rocks, nettles and thick grass slowed my progress. I was within sight of the village, just one long field away from the first house, on the other side of this steel wire fence that led off up into the hill above. I had gotten into a rhythm and just as when I was running cross country for school, I essentially found myself in a zone. I was aware of everything around me, but I was just in the moment. Jogging, breathing, relaxing, picking my path carefully.
As I paused at that fence to contemplate my next challenge I realized, to my surprise, I was enjoying this. My cock was rock hard, as always, I was realizing a long held fantasy and I was ecstatic about it. I was stark naked within feet of people and loving it. I was running naked and barefoot, and I was loving it. I was naked in the rain and cold, and I was loving it. I didn't question it at that moment, I just reveled in the joy I was feeling. I wasn't cold, despite the cold wind still blowing. I realized the rain had significantly diminished and was now extremely light. My feet were no longer blocks of ice, and were doing fine running in the fields barefoot. My heart was pounding, but more from excitement than from exertion.
I knew I could not run through the village to get to the road. I knew the road was the only one cutting a path up into the hillside above the village. I decided to follow the fence up into the hills until I was far enough above the village to avoid detection. I'd then cut left and keep going until I found the road. I finally made it to the road which was also bounded by dry stone walls on each side. I climbed over the wall and stepped onto the roadway, walking into the middle of the road. Looking down the hill I could see the road disappear into the darkness, and farther in the distance, the lights of the village. Turning I looked up the road into the blackness of the hills. There were no streetlights on this road, so the darkness enveloped the roadway within a few yards. I had no idea how long I had been running, how close to my one hour time limit I was, and I had no bearings to really tell how far up this hill the side road to Master's place was. No choice, but to continue running.
I began running up the middle of the road. The hard surface of the tarmac was not as forgiving as the fields had been, but I was running stark naked in the middle of the road. My excitement and elation at that far outweighed the hardness of the road as I ran, mostly on the balls of my feet on the fairly steep incline up the hill. I finally reached the gravel side road, and the sign leading to Master's scrap metal business. With the finish line in sight I tried to increase the pace, but the gravel road and potholes that I could barely see in the darkness made it impossible, and I actually had to slow my pace.
"NO," I shouted to myself involuntarily as I rounded the last bend on the access road to Master's place and saw that the large entry gates to the business were closed.
"Fuck, no, no, no, no, no, please no," I pleaded, absolutely thunderstruck and hopelessly disappointed. I thought I had made good time and I'd done what Master wanted. Surely he wouldn't leave me out here, naked and alone. Making my way from the field to here was one thing. Making it some forty miles naked and alone back home would be absolutely impossible.
I ran as quickly as I could manage up to the enormous steel clad gate that secured the facility, hoping that the gate would be closed but unlocked, and I'd be able to get in to meet up with Master inside. As I got nearer I saw the large chain and padlock that secured the gate, closed, locked, and impassable. I shook the padlock, hoping perhaps that it would open in my hands. It didn't. I pounded on the corrugated steel paneling that made up the surface of the gate and shouted,
"Master, MASTER, MASTER..."
No response. Shit, what have I gotten myself into. I'm going to be arrested and I'm going to have to suffer the humiliation of my parents, my family and my friends finding out I was arrested, stark naked after I gave my clothes willingly to some Arab guy I'd only met the weekend before and who fucked me up the ass amongst other disgusting stuff last weekend. I was desperate and beginning to get frantic. If I could climb the fence I could at least hide inside the yard. Maybe Master would come back the next day, or at worst on Monday for work and he'd take pity on me. I searched the gate but there was no real way to climb up it. No footholds or handholds. I searched the fence line of the yard, but it was a good twenty feet tall with coils of overhanging razor wire at the top. I'd slice myself open trying to climb through that naked. I searched for any tree branches that might overhang the yard, and found a few that might work. That would be my salvation.
I was just starting the climb up the trunk of a tree close to one corner at the front of the yard when a bright white light illuminated the tree, and myself clinging to the trunk. I had to close my eyes against the painful sudden brightness of the light, and I immediately lost my grip and fell from the trunk, landing on my ass in the grass below the tree.
"What the FUCK are you doing," the voice boomed in my ears.
As I processed the light, the voice, I was relieved. Master had not abandoned me.
"Why are you FUCKING naked, boy. Where are your FUCKING clothes?" demanded the voice as the light moved towards me, playing up and down my naked body.
THIS WAS NOT MASTER'S VOICE. Oh FUCK, oh fuck. I froze, unable to move or speak other than a feeble attempt at modesty by moving my hands to hide my quickly softening cock.
"Answer me BOY. Where are your FUCKING clothes?" the voice demanded. I could only see the light, it's brightness hiding the person behind it from my view.
"What the FUCK are you doing here all NAKED and shit in THIS FUCKIN weather?"
"Are you FUCKIN CRAZY?"
"Are you a FUCKIN PERVERT or somethin'?" the voice demanded, moving closer and closer to me as I lay frozen on the ground, unable to speak or move.
"I, I," I tried to form an answer. Any answer, but I was so shocked, stunned, at being caught in this position that my brain didn't seem capable of forming a plausible excuse, only in imagining just how bad this situation was going to be. My emotions flooded me and I was almost on the verge of tears. My life was over.
"Are you a FUCKIN RETARD as well as a FUCKIN PERVERT?" he continued as I failed to make any sense or respond to his questions.
"N, No, no," I managed as he stepped along side of me, his flashlight scanning the ground around me, presumably searching for my missing clothing.
"Really, then what the FUCK are you doing out here NAKED as the day you were born, huh?"
He didn't really wait for an answer as he reached down, grabbed me by the arm and flipped me easily over on to my stomach on the wet grass.
"Get yer hands behind you, NOW," he demanded and I immediately complied.
I felt him manipulate my left wrist and heard the rapid clicking sound of handcuffs closing around my wrist before I felt the cold hard steel against my wrist. He repeated the process with my right wrist, then grabbing me under my arm pits, he essentially manhandled me onto my feet.
"We'll see what the COPS have to say about you?" he said, as he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me back into the clearing in front of the yard by the main gate.
He walked me back to the main entrance gate, his hand on the back of my neck the whole way, applying stead pressure to guide me. As we approached the gate, he spun me around and pushed me with a flat hand on my chest back against the cold steel of the gate.
"STAY," he commanded as he took a few steps back. I was so embarrassed and afraid, I couldn't bear to even look at him. I saw his black muddy work boots and his dark trouser legs, but I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye.
His flashlight played up and down my naked body for a few moments, as I stood shivering with fear now, rather than excitement.
"Why the fuck are you trying to break into the yard, NAKED," he asked in a more quizzical and concerned tone.
"Do you get OFF on this, or something?"
"Does it get you HARD thieving naked?"
"I, I wasn't gonna steal anything," I mumbled pathetically, still staring at the mud by my feet.
"O.k." he said in an accepting tone.
"I can't see why any thief would wanna be naked when thieving," he added trailing off a little as though in thought.
"So you get off on this then, right?" he asked in what seemed like an almost friendly tone.
"You get off on being naked outside. You like being naked in the rain and in the cold. Is that it?"
I glanced up at him, for the first time daring to hope that he may not be such a hard ass after all, that he may just think I'm a teenage fool controlled by my ranging hormones and he might even let me go without calling the cops. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head in confirmation, unable to really admit to what I knew was absolutely true.
He stepped up to me, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled by head back against the gate surface, forcing me to look directly at him. He brought his face close to my own, and for the first time I got a good look at him. He was young, maybe late teens or early twenties. Dark curly short cut hair, dark eyebrows and eyes, an intense stare, and handsome. I felt my cock stir and despite the situation and my fear, I felt it growing as I looked at him. I tried to look away but he quickly pulled my head away from the gate before banging it back against the surface, not painfully, but enough to make me look him in the eyes again. He looked from my face down my body and smiled.
"DO YOU FUCKIN LIKE THIS?" he asked, almost shouting each individual word separately as he pulled tighter on my hair, making me wince.
"WELL?" he demanded as he put his nose right next to mine, his eyes staring into my own, his breath on my lips.
"Y, ye...I guess so," I replied hesitatingly, not sure what his reaction would be.
He stepped back a pace or two and I saw a blur followed by an intense pain on my left cheek which almost knocked me completely off my feet. I stumbled to the right before regaining my balance and looking fearfully in his direction, my left ear ringing.
"I ASKED you a QUESTION, boy. YES WHAT?" he shouted at me, his right hand poised to slap me again.
"Yes Sir, Yes Sir," I replied quickly, repeating it in case he hadn't heard me. It seemed so natural for me to say, Sir, after my answer that at first I didn't even realize what was happening.
"Well fuck me," he said in a surprised tone, grabbing a handful of my hair again, and pulling me back in front of him, my head once again against the gate, his nose literally touching my own. I could feel the heat from his moist breath as he exhaled into my open mouth. He simply stared into my eyes for what seemed an eternity. Every time I tried to look away he tightened his grip on my hair. Every time I looked back into those dark eyes, he let a small "huh" breath of satisfaction out which I heard and felt.
Suddenly everything went dark and I realized he had switched his flashlight off. He turned his head to the side and pressed his lips against my own, forcing his tongue into my mouth and ranging it all over within. His body pressed in against my own, crushing me against the solid steel of the gate and I felt the warmth of his body through his clothes. The cold steel of the gate behind me and his warmth in front of me. Involuntarily I began to kiss him back, relieved that perhaps I would not spend the night in jail and be humiliated in front of everyone. Beyond that now plausible relief however, I realized my cock has rock hard and throbbing again. I was ready to explode and wanted release.
He stepped back from me and began to survey me again, his eyes roving all over my naked body. I was hugely turned on and found my breathing was rapid, my heart was pounding and my cock was twitching and leaking pre-cum.
"How old are you?" he asked as he stepped back in, switching on his flashlight and opening my mouth to examine my teeth.
"hix-heen aann a havv," I garbled a reply as his fingers probed my mouth.
Another slap on the left side of my face quickly reminded me to add "Sir." It wasn't as painful as the first, but I didn't what another.
He turned off the flashlight again, put it in his pocket and his hands came to my nipples, pinching them between his thumbs and forefingers and pulling and twisting the flesh.
"Were d'you live?" he asked as I squirmed and tried to push backwards into the immovable steel barrier to escape the pain.
"Cly...awww...uh, Clydebank, Sir...aaaaahhhh," I half screamed at him as he continued to torture my nipples.
He grabbed my cock and pulled the foreskin back off the head of my cock in one forceful and excruciatingly painful thrust. I screamed and tried to push my hips away, but the solid gate held me in place.
"How'd you get here?" he asked as he took his other hand and began running his thumbs fingernail down the piss slit of my hyper sensitive cock head. I flinched and tried to turn my hips away. He quickly took one hand from my cock and pinned me by the throat against the gate, cutting off my ability to breath as he did. I panicked and began to struggle, but to no real benefit. He was stronger. I was naked with my hands cuffed behind my back standing on mud. I began to see white spots flashing before my eyes and started to lose consciousness when he let me go and stepped back a little.
I slumped to my knees, bent over at the waist and tried to catch my breath. He quickly stepped in again and grabbed my hair, pulling my head up to his crotch where I saw his beautiful uncut cock, hard as a rock, protruding from his unzipped trousers. Holding my hair firmly in one hand, he used his other to open my mouth and slam his cock into me, then he transferred that hand to the back of my head to prevent me from backing away while he throat fucked me.
His cock hit the back of my throat on the first thrust and I gagged and tried to pull away, but he had me firmly in his grip. He withdrew slightly and thrust again, edging a little deeper down my throat on each successive thrust as I continued to gag. Finally my nose was buried in his dark, very course pubic hair as he thrust his hips forward on each stroke, burying his engorged cock down my throat. My eyes began to water, and my nose was running, and I kept having to swallow down bile as he thrust. Knowing Master would likely want to face-fuck me I had only taken liquids all day, no solid food, but still I was heaving and having to swallow it back down as best I could. I completely lost count of how often he thrust, how often I swallowed back the bile, but eventually he withdrew completely and spat in my open mouth.
"Not bad," he said as he roughly pulled me to my feet, spun me around and pushed me chest first into the cold steel of the gate once again.
"Let's see how well you do here," he said in my ear as his fingers began exploring my asshole, one hand holding a tight grip of my hair to keep me in place.
He began fucking my ass with his fingers at a rapid pace, as I tried to stand on my tip toes to get away from the finger, to no avail of course. He would ram his fingers quickly into my asshole for a while, then he'd bring them up to my mouth, twisting my hair and telling me to suck his fingers, which of course, I would do. He'd then return them to my hole again, repeating the same fingering again and again. As I endured this, I realized I was about to be raped by a stranger in the middle of the countryside, and I may never make it back home from this. Master had abandoned me here as I took too long to get here, and no one else knew I was here. I had no idea who this guy was, but he had me totally under his will. He was older, stronger, and dressed. I was younger, shorter, weaker, naked and handcuffed. My only hope was to do what he wanted and to look for an opportunity to escape if one presented itself.
When his cock replaced his fingers in my asshole, I knew it immediately. It was like being impaled on a fence post. He was at least eight inches in length and his cock was wide, thick and as solid as steel. I screamed when his first thrust penetrated me and slammed my hips against the steel gate. Every successive thrust was just as painful, just as forceful as the first. He slammed into me, and slammed me into the gate on each thrust for what seemed like an eternity, before suddenly pulling me by my hair down onto my knees, facing him. One hand holding my hair firmly, his other stroked his cock and he shot string, after string, after string, after string of cum all over my face and shoulders. I thought he was never going to stop cumming, but he finally did, much to my relief. Short lived as he began scooping his cum from my face and forcing it into my mouth.
"Swallow it all. Swallow it all." He ordered as he continued to scoop the slimy liquid into my mouth. I did as I was told.
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.
--End
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