Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2002 15:21:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: klp909@yahoo.com
Subject: The Making of a Slave - Part I
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The Making of a Slave
By klp909@yahoo.com
The twenty-year-old nervously rang the doorbell. He had
circled the block of the turn-of-the-century Victorian for
more than twenty minutes, trying to come to terms with
turning his fantasies into reality. How could a "straight"
guy like himself be in a situation like this?
It had begun nearly one month earlier earlier. He was
walking down Telegraph Avenue and saw that the latest San
Francisco free alternative paper was available. As usual, he
quickly scanned the back pages in the "wild side" personals,
looking for a dominant woman to serve. He liked giving
pleasure to his college girlfriends but found that we he
initiated bondage discussions into their play, he was always
turned down. Once or twice he was called a "freak" as the
girl was walking out of his room.
As usual, the ads were for women looking for "financial
stable gentlemen" as partners. Kurt might have been a junior
at Berkeley, but "financially stable" was not within his
means . at least for the moment.
Just out of curiosity, he scanned the "Men seeking Men"
section. He looked through several ads until he came upon
that would bring him to where he is now:
Experienced in-shape bondage top, GWM, good
looking, 43/6'2"/8"
hard, seeks submissive, masculine, in-shape guy,
18-25, for erotic
bondage and discipline. Bi, straight OK. Limits
respected. Safe, sane,
discreet & trustworthy. Box 1226
He'd never considered himself gay or even bi for that
matter but something about this man's ad made his cock
harden unexpectently.
After thinking about the ad as he was masturbating that
night, Kurt called the 1-900 number and left a message
expressing his interest and details about himself. At five
feet ten inches and one hundred and eighty pounds, Kurt had
the proverbial "boy next door" good looks. With his brown
hair, green eyes and athletic build, Kurt never had problems
attracting girls. Finding a girl into bondage, let alone a
dominant one, was however an exercise in futility.
A man named Mark called him back two days later. In a
reassuring voice, he asked Kurt about his experiences
(limited), expectations, fantasies and his ability to serve
a man. Kurt did not know exactly what that entailed and
expressed his doubts to Mark. They agreed to continue the
dialogue exchange via e-mail, with Mark hoping to take Kurt
one step closer to an eventual meeting. At first the
dominant older man sent Kurt URL links to various gay sites
- the first few were "vanilla" sites of young men around his
own age. Kurt had, for the first time since junior high,
looked at other male's cock, this time however in a pure
sexual way. Eventually the e-mail exchanges grew more and
more explicit, as the personal home pages showed older men
engaging in sex with younger men. One site showed a young
man, gagged and supine while cuffed to a sling, ass open for
penetration. Although Kurt still had hesitations, that final
site was why Kurt agreed to meet Mark at his home in San
Francisco's Castro district that Saturday, as it was Mark's
personal site.
Mark opened the door and looked very much like his
picture that was displayed on his site. He wore a black
shirt and jeans - not the leather that Kurt had seen
previously - but his muscles were clearly defined from
working out regularly at the gym. His salt and pepper hair
was cut short in a military fashion, his black mustache and
goatee impeccably groomed. Mark was looking Kurt up and down
too. He obviously liked what he saw and grinned like a
Cheshire cat. "You are right on time, I like that in my
boy's." Kurt didn't know what he meant by that remark but
entered Marks' home anyway.
Kurt followed Mark into his living room and nervously
sat down on the soft leather couch. The room could be
described as "minimal." The white walls contrasted nicely
with the bare wooden floors. A large red painting with a two
inch black horizontal line hung prominently on one wall. On
the mantle above the fireplace, sat one lone object that
looked like an award. Four black and white photographs - one
each by Leibovitz, Mapplethorpe, Newton and Ritts - were
displayed on the wall behind Kurt, each one personally
signed by the artist.
"I see you noticed my Cleo," Mark said, trying to break
the silence. "I'm in advertising. It affords me the
opportunity to express my creative side and rewards me
enough financially to the extent that I can own a Rothko. Do
you like Rothko?" Kurt looked at Mark again. Mark was
sitting in a modern black leather and silver chair with a
matching ottoman. To Mark's right was a very antique end
table with a reading light on it's marble top. His piercing
black eyes starred intently at Kurt, awaiting a response.
Mark had surrounded himself with souvenirs of his corporate
climb, personal trophies of hard-won battles and objets
d'art that spoke to a private corner of his being. At this
very moment, however, all that he prized was a response from
the young man sitting opposite him.
"I assume you mean the painting. Yes, I like it, I just
don't know much about art."
For over thirty minutes, the two men spoke of art,
philosophy, the upcoming football season, Kurt's upbringing,
college life and his future plans.
"Now that we have our pleasantries out of the way, why
are you here?" Mark asked in a stern voice. "I never
received an answer from you when we last spoke on the
telephone."
Kurt had thought long and hard about the same question
during the days before their meeting and answered, "I've
long had fantasies about surrendering to a dominant woman. I
never imagined that it would be here with you, as I've never
had sex by any definition with a man. But your ad struck a
nerve that I never knew existed. I want to feel the power of
total surrender and trust that one has with another. I want
a teacher who will be firm but respecting."
Mark seemed satisfied with Kurt's answer and decided to
take it to the next level. "Kurt, I want you to take off all
of your clothes except for your underwear." Kurt hesitated
for a few moments and Mark knew from experience that if he
didn't get his boy to obey after his first order of
submission, then it was a lost cause. "You are wasting my
time Kurt. I gave you an order. Do it now or leave and never
return."
Kurt was too shocked to move but decided that he if he
was to live out his fantasy, then he must stay and act
quickly. Kurt never envisioned being a slave to a man but
was soon about to experience firsthand what the others on
Mark's site had, as he stood up and started to take off his
shirt. Mark continued to stare, as his cock was becoming
harder by the second.
Soon, Kurt was bare except for the white briefs that
hid his cock. He was noticeably trembling (had the room
gotten colder?), while Mark continued to stare at his new
boy. Mark then stood up and walked behind Kurt.
"You are now to do exactly as I say. If at any time you
need me to stop, your safe word is "bubble gum." The irony
of the soft and sweet substance was lost on Kurt - his
concentration was elsewhere at the moment. "Do you
understand?"
"Yes . I will." Mark's answer was rather meek and not
up to Mark's exact standards.
"When I do ask you to speak, you are to end in "Sir."
Do you understand."
"Yes sir," Kurt responded, as his heart raced and his
breaths became shorter.
"I will address you as "boy." You have to earn the
right to become my slave. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Yes sir to what?"
"Yes sir, . I. I am your boy," Kurt said. His own
response stunned him but as evidenced by the growing bulge
in his briefs, Kurt was becoming more and more aroused.
"Good job boy. Now place your hands behind your head
and close your eyes while I inspect your body. You are not
to make a sound."
Kurt closed his eyes and soon felt Mark's hands on his
shoulders, rubbing lightly and first in concentric circles.
The older mans hands then traveled down the younger mans
back, pinching and tugging his compliant boys skin. Kurt's
cock was straining in his cotton briefs, more so now that
Mark's hands begin to lightly touch his balls.
Kurt, per Mark's explicit instructions, had not
masturbated for one week. He was very wary of coming too
soon, cognizant not to upset Mark. However, he didn't know
how long he would last, as Mark continued to caress his near
naked body.
Sensing Kurt's excited state, Mark abruptly stopped and
walked around to face Kurt. His younger boy's eyes were cast
downward, embarrassed yet still excited over his current
predicament. "Look at me boy," Mark said in soothing tone.
Kurt looked into Mark's eyes. "You are doing well boy. I
think we should progress to step two. I am going to
blindfold you now." Mark turned around and opened one of two
drawers from the antique end table. He took out a black
leather blindfold and walked behind his new boytoy. He
fastened the blindfold to Kurt's head, securing it tight
with the Velcro straps. He then removed several other items,
making sure that Kurt heard him gathering the unknown
implements of pleasure - his sense of sound heightened by
his sight constriction. He took two leather cuffs and
secured Kurt's wrists behind his back.
Mark then faced Kurt and ran his fingers gently over
the younger man's chest. He stroked his underarms and
inhaled his very essence. Very slowly, Mark's fingers began
to pinch and pull Kurt's nipples. He continued to manipulate
the younger man's nipples, with more and more pressure,
culminating in Kurt crying out in pain. "Please sir, I don't
know how much more I can take," he pleaded.
"Unless you use your safe word, I do not want to hear
another word from you unless I ask you a question. Do you
understand boy?
"Yes sir," Kurt responded rather meekly, feeling that
he had let down Mark.
Kurt heard Mark picking up another item from the table
and soon thereafter, felt Mark's presence in front of him.
"You disappointed me boy. For that one transgression and to
make sure it doesn't happen again, I'm going to need to gag
you. Open up your mouth for me."
Kurt expected that, like the "boy" he had seen on
Mark's website, he would soon be gagged. He did not want to
disappointment Mark again and complied with the older man's
firm order. He was quite surprised, then to feel Mark's
index finger enter his mouth! Kurt's first instinct was to
dislodge the intruding finger but knew that if he did not
follow Mark's orders, then he would have to leave. Kurt did
not know what to do but was soon relieved when Mark said, "I
want you to suck on my finger now. If you are to be my
slave, I want you to show me your dedication."
Kurt, more humiliated than he had ever been in his
life, started to suck on the older man's finger. If Kurt
were not blindfolded, he would see the grin on Mark's face,
as Mark continued to move his finger in and out of his
mouth. After a few minutes, Mark added a second finger. Kurt
had never experienced anything like this but was now being
subjected to what it was to be a true submissive.
Mark did not think his "straight" boy would be as
compliant as he just exhibited. He was very pleased. "Very
good boy, now open up again," he whispered in Kurt's ear.
Kurt, expecting the red ball gag that he saw in the older
man's explicit website, was surprised yet again. Mark placed
a penis gag in the younger man's mouth. Kurt struggled as
Mark walked around him and forcefully tied the two leather
strings together in a very strong knot. He also placed a
small, steel ball in the Kurt's right hand. "In lieu of your
safe word while gagged, drop this ball should you need to
stop."
Mark then walked in front of his bound, gagged and
blindfolded boy. He began to manipulate the younger man's
nipples again, making them very hard and sensitive. Kurt
groaned through the gag. His muffled groans became louder as
he felt intense pain in his nipples as Mark placed a pair of
black rubber and chrome nipple clamps on his hard nipples.
The pain was unbearable, but Kurt was starting to experience
the true pleasure of pain mixing with pleasure as endorphins
flooded his brain with overwhelming sensations. Kurt
continued to moan uncontrollably, biting the gag to lessen
his pain.
Mark left him standing in his misery while he took his
next implement of pain/pleasure from the drawer and sat down
in his leather chair.
After about five minutes, Mark stood up and walked
behind his younger captive. "You are doing better boy," he
said, as he detached Mark's restraints, keeping the leather
cuffs on his wrists. "I want you to rest a bit before we
continue with your training."
He took the blindfolded and gagged younger man's hand
and walked him over to his leather chair. Mark sat down and
guided Kurt to kneel before him. Kurt had no idea what to
expect next and was both terrified and exited. He continued
to have mixed feelings about serving a man, with the penis
gag testing his limits of being a submissive, but decided
against dropping the metal ball.
His thoughts were interrupted when Mark spoke in a
hushed, yet excited tone. "I want you to bend over my lap
now boy." The younger man remained kneeling, hesitating at
the new command. The older man, sensing Kurt's desperation,
scolded him. "Your punishment will only get worse if you do
not comply with my demand. Now."
Kurt wisely decided that he better not upset Mark any
further. He meekly got up off the floor and awkwardly
lowered himself across the older man's lap. Due to the
blindfold, he ended up with his torso resting on Mark's
parted thighs, with his knees almost on the floor. "Not like
that boy. Your ineptness is starting to make me think this
is an exercise in futility," Mark growled.
Mark placed his hand on Kurt's briefs and applied
enough pressure to communicate his desire to move forward.
The confused younger man strained and pushed himself,
eventually in the correct, traditional position - with his
weight evenly distributed in the middle. Blood started
rushing to his head but he knew not to move or his "session"
with Mark would soon be over.
Both Kurt's and Mark's breathing and pulse became more
exaggerated. Kurt felt the older man's hands start to rub
and stroke his back again, moving his way downward. Mark
began to rub the younger man's buttocks through his briefs.
Very slowly, he started to pull the waistband down, exposing
the twin well-defined clefts of Kurt's buttocks.
"Lift up, boy," Mark ordered sternly. "I need to have
total access to your behind."
Kurt was beside himself, seriously considering dropping
the metal ball. Yet, he did not, as his older Master lowered
his briefs and started the spanking.
Kurt's buttocks were soft and firm, a combination Mark
absolutely loved. After the first dozen, Mark gauged how his
boy was submitting to his control. His experienced hand made
sure he did not exercise too much immediate pain; timing the
next blow as the former faded away. Due to the penis gag,
Kurt's cries were muffled but he stayed put on his lap, as
the spanking was becoming more tolerable than anticipated.
Mark's cock was very hard and strained through his pants,
needing a release soon.
The spanking continued for five more minutes. Kurt's
buttocks began to throb and turn into a rich, red hue. Mark
removed his compliant boy's blindfold and saw that tear's
were forming. He stopped the spanking for the time being and
started to gently to rub and sooth the fire from within
Kurt.
"I'm very pleased with you boy," he whispered in a very
comforting voice.
After a few moments of reprieve, Mark picked up a
leather paddle with fur from the table. He started to rub
Kurt with the soft, black hair side. Kurt moaned with
pleasure through the penis gag, as the soft material
comforted his burning skin. Mark liked what he saw, as Kurt
began to open his legs more, exposing his pink anus. He
continued rubbing for a few more minutes and then turned the
paddle around to the leather side. He rested the paddle on
Kurt's buttocks for a few moments before administering
twenty firm stokes, six on each cheek and the last eight
across the younger man's division. These last few added
significantly to the pain threshold, as the impact forced
Kurt's burning buttocks further apart and stung the soft
skin from his inner thighs.
Kurt was now crying uncontrollably, as his bottom
burned and ached and throbbed.
In a soothing, paternal tone, Mark said, "You did very
well with your test. Your Daddy is very, very satisfied." He
started to gently rub Kurt's burning cheeks, stopping only
to remove the penis gag. Kurt gasped for air, his throat dry
from crying desperately needing something to drink.
Kurt thought his humiliating ordeal was over. His
assumption was drastically changed when he heard Mark
putting on a one-rubber glove, then the other. He then felt
a cold substance being applied to his anus.
"Have you ever had anything up your ass before boy?"
"I .I've played with my sister's vibrator before. I
haven't had anything up my ass in awhile."
"That will soon change boy" as Mark pressed his
lubricated index finger into his submissive boy. He left his
finger entombed for a moment and then started to move it,
very slowly, in and out. He continued to finger fuck Kurt
for a few minutes, manipulating his asshole, trying to relax
and loosen his boy. Kurt felt like he had to make a bowel
movement but the movement against his prostate was
exhilarating. Mark added a second finger and continued the
finger fucking for a few more minutes. He added a third
lubricated finger as Kurt squirmed in discomfort.
When he felt that Kurt was ready, he removed his three
fingers from the compliant boy's asshole. He picked up a
black, medium sized, rubber butt plug and smeared additional
lubricant to the anal invader.
"Listen carefully now boy. We need to loosen you up but
this will hurt. If you want to please me, you will take all
of it. Next time we'll clean your ass out but for now, I
want you to push your ass out for me."
Mark placed the tip of the plug against Kurt's willing
sphincter. He left it there for a minute and then slowly
began to push it inside his boy's rectum. As he pushed the
plug in and out, inching the tool, it spread Kurt's asshole
wider and wider.
Kurt continued to squirm and yelped in pain as Mark
continued to push more of the invading object in him. He was
near his zenith in pain tolerance when he heard the
encouraging words of his older Daddy, "It's almost over boy.
You need to relax more because we're at the widest end of
the plug."
Kurt let out a load groan as the plug finally reached
its endpoint and closed around his extended sphincter
muscle. He moaned in agony and wanted to extract the plug
from his hurting rectum. He knew better and continued to
whimper in pain, as Mark removed the disposable gloves.
Mark rubbed Kurt's buttocks and lower back, trying to
comfort and calm his younger companion. We whispered
encouraging words into Kurt's ears, knowing full well how
much pain his boy was feeling.
After a few minutes of letting Kurt gain his composure,
he instructed Kurt to get down from his lap and stand in
front of the ottoman. Kurt groaned in pain as he worked
himself backward off Mark's lap, the plug digging deeper in
his ass.
He stood there for a few minutes, head down, in his own
new reality of submissive pain. He heard Mark approach him
and moved behind him, attaching the leather cuffs back in
place. Mark placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders, motioning
him to kneel. The younger man's thigh muscles strained,
begging for relief, his ass throbbing in pain, as he finally
settled on the wood floor.
Mark moved in front of his kneeling boy and started to
stroke his boy's hair, wiping the sweat from Kurt's
forehead. He placed his hand on Kurt's chin and motioned him
to look at him.
He stared at Kurt for a moment, his black eyes piercing
Kurt's soul. He then started to unbutton his jeans and let
them drop to the floor. He wore white underwear, his cock
straining through the cotton material and needing relief. As
he gazed at Kurt, he placed his hands on the waistband of
his briefs and pulled them down to his knees. His hard cock
was now only inches from Kurt's closed mouth.
He cock was massive; a good two inches larger than
Kurt's, surrounded by a mass of black pubic hair. The purple
head throbbed, veins protruding.
"You have exceeded my expectations. You now have an
inclination of what it is like to serve a man. It is now
time for you to fully service me. Open up your mouth boy."
Kurt had never been this close to another man's cock.
He was too much into this new experience to stop now.
Without the assistance of his hands, Kurt didn't know what
to do. Sensing Kurt's dilemma, Mark put his hands on the
back of Kurt's head and guided it to his erect cock.
Kurt opened and felt the pulsing, live penis of another
man. He started to lick, tentatively at first, then with
more passion. He began to move up and down on Mark's large
cock, taking more and more of it down his throat.
"Ahh. that's not bad boy," Mark exclaimed.
They continued that way for more than ten minutes.
Kurt's jaw ached from the intrusiveness yet dared not to
stop. Although he had never sucked another man's cock, he
knew what he liked and disliked from his ex-girlfriends.
Mark, sensing his release soon, put both of his hands on the
back of Kurt's head and started to thrust more and more of
his engorged cock in the younger man's mouth.
In an excited tone, Mark pulled out of Kurt's mouth but
told Kurt to keep his mouth open. He then let out a load
groan as he jerked himself off. Mark's body tensed, seconds
later shooting hot cum on Kurt's tongue and face.
Having tasted his own cum before, Kurt tried to
differentiate the taste between his own and the new
sensation of Mark's. The saltiness and bitterness were very
similar but the thrilling reminder of sucking the cock of
another man was exhilarating.
Mark continued to stroke his cock. He repositioned his
cock on front of Kurt's mouth.
"Open up again boy."
Kurt did so as Mark put his spent cock back in his
mouth. Kurt sucked the last remnants of the older man's cum
as Mark's cock started to return to its flaccid state.
Kurt remained on the ground, cum dripping from his face
as Mark pulled up his briefs and pants. He remained
motionless as Mark left the room, returning shortly with a
warm wash cloth and a towel.
He helped Kurt get off the floor and unlocked the cuffs
behind Kurt's back. He stood in front of Kurt and gently
wiped the wet cum from the younger man's face. The two men
stared at one another; Kurt not quite knowing what to do or
say. Kurt had just experienced one of the most thrilling
experiences of his life, finally able to be subjected to
pure domination. What would come next?
Mark was the first to speak. "You performed admirably.
It is time for your reward. Place this towel on the chair
and sit down."
Kurt gingerly sat down on the black leather chair, his
ass still smarting from the spanking, the butt plug
stretching his sphincter muscle to maximum tolerability. His
cock, however, was as hard as it had ever been before,
especially after not being allowing to jerk off for a week.
Mark kneeled in front of the younger man and placed his
hand on his boy's cock. Kurt was expecting to be jerked off
but was quite surprised when Mark opened his mouth and
started to give him a blowjob. And what a blowjob it was!
Kurt's ex-girlfriends knew nothing about giving proper head
as Mark bobbed up and down on Kurt's cock. With his right
hand, Mark started to massage Kurt's balls, increasing the
sensations. He then moved downward and started to pull and
move the embedded butt plug in Kurt's rectum.
Kurt groaned and in an excited tone, informed Mark that
he was going to cum. Mark continued with his movements as
Kurt released what seemed that a lifetime of reserved cum
down Mark's throat.
After a minute of sustained sucking, Mark stood up and
looked at Kurt with a satisfied grin. "Just to let you know,
I normally don't blow my boys on our first encounter. You,
however, are an exception."
Kurt was stunned and delighted over Mark's remark. He
tried his best to "serve" Mark and looked forward to what
would become of the rest of the day. His anticipation was
short lived, however, as Mark told him to kneel again on the
floor.
"We are ending this session now. I want you to come
back Friday evening and spend the weekend with me. You will
experience sensations you never knew existed but I will ask
a lot of you. It will not be all fun and games but I need
your commitment."
Kurt, though disappointed, spoke almost immediately. "I
want to continue to learn from you sir. It would be an honor
to spend more time with you."
"That's a good boy. I want you to keep that plug in
place as a reminder of our session together today and of
future experiences. After each bowel movement, I want you to
replace the plug. You will wear it to bed each night. Do you
understand?"
"Yes sir."
Mark then extended his hand and offered Kurt assistance
in standing. He then leaned forward and gave Kurt a hug.
They remained motionless for a minute until Mark told Kurt
to get dressed and to be at his door at 8:00 Friday night.
As Kurt left Mark's house, he had no idea what the next
session would entail but with each step, he was reminded of
the sensual aspects of pleasure and pain as the butt plug
remained embedded in his rectum.
To Be Continued....
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