Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2002 09:12:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: klp909@yahoo.com
Subject: The Making of a Slave - Part II
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to
actual persons is purely coincidental. The names,
characters, place and/or incidents are the product of this
author's imagination or used fictitiously. In light of
HIV/AIDS, please remember to play safe.
If one wishes to post this story on an alternative site,
permission by the author must be given.
Thank you so much for the positive reactions for the first
installment. As always, feedback is most welcomed!!!
The Making of a Slave - Part II
By klp909@yahoo.com
At precisely 8:00 P.M., the twenty-year-old rang the
doorbell of the turn-of-the- century Victorian. He waited
for thirty seconds before his older Master opened the door,
wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and white socks.
"You're on time boy, come on in."
Kurt walked through the door, carrying with him an
overnight bag of clean clothes and toiletries for his
weekend session with his new Master. He had only been here
one week earlier, yet, for Kurt, it felt as though it was a
month ago. Despite the fact that he was studying for
midterms, the days leading up to today just seemed to crawl
by.
"Put you bag down next to the coat rack. You can change
into a fresh set of clothes when you leave but until that
time, I will make all decisions for you. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir, I understand," Kurt replied, his head bowed.
"Follow me to the living room. I want to discuss what
transpired last week and what I expect from you this weekend
- playtime will come soon enough."
Kurt followed Mark into his living room. Mark sat down
in the leather chair as Kurt sat down on the black leather
sofa.
"Did I tell you to sit down on the sofa?"
"No Sir, you did not. I'm very sorry, it won't happen
again." Kurt stood up and remained motionless, waiting for
the older man's next command.
"Come here boy and kneel in front of me," Mark
demanded. Kurt hurried and positioned himself as ordered.
"In light of the fact that our session together last
weekend was your first with a man, pleased me very much. I
see great promise in you but it is imperative that you
comply with everything I tell you to do. If I ask you to get
me a beer, you will do so; if I need my bathroom cleaned,
you will obey as ordered."
"Yes Sir," Kurt answered.
"I will not hurt you nor will I ask you to do anything
illegal. I do not subject my boy's to heavy pain or injury.
I believe that the foundation or essence of domination is
psychological. While you are with me, I will control what
you eat, when you sleep, when and how you will eliminate
your waste. I will test your limits but I will also respect
them. Do you wish to proceed further or shall we just enjoy
the memories of our last session?"
"Sir, my session last Saturday was the most exciting
and exhilarating experience of my life. I never dreamed that
I would serve a man but you have opened my eyes to a whole
new reality."
"I've "opened" up more than that boy. Are you wearing
your plug?"
"Yes Sir, I am."
"Did you wear it as ordered?"
"Yes Sir. It was .difficult sitting down. I had a very
hard time concentrating on my Macro Economic Theory and
Western Political Philosophy midterms with your gift in my
ass. I thought I would not make it through the week. It was
very embarrassing greasing up the plug after I went to the
bathroom but. I.I needed to fulfill my agreement with you.
Mark started to stroke Kurt's hair and face. In a very
soothing tone, the older man kept repeating the words "good
boy."
They remained in their respective positions for a few
minutes before Mark ordered Kurt to remove all of his
clothes except for his underwear.
Kurt stood up and removed his clothes as instructed,
sans his underwear. Mark then stood up and told Kurt to
place his hands on his knees and to bend forward. Mark moved
behind Kurt and ran his hands over Kurt's buttocks, stopping
at the plug's outline. Mark smiled at the remnants of the
greasy lubrication permeating through the white cotton
material. His new boy had followed his explicit
instructions. now for the real fun to begin.
"Follow me boy."
Kurt thought he would finally see the playroom that was
partially pictured on Mark's website. He followed Mark out
of the older man's living room and down the hallway. Mark
stopped at a closed door and smirked as he opened the room
that would be Kurt's temporary sleeping quarters for the
next two days.
Kurt didn't quite know what to think when he followed
Mark and surveyed the heretofore-unseen room. At first Kurt
thought it was a guest bedroom, as the furnishings in the
room were sparse. A double bed was placed against one wall
with a wooden dresser against the wall opposite. On top of
the dresser sat a baby monitor, which Kurt thought was
rather odd but even more perplexing was the bed itself.
A heavy rubber sheet was fitted to the metal frame.
Four fur lined leather cuffs were attached to their
respective corner posts. The pillow was even covered in
rubber. Kurt was starting to get overwhelmed over what his
new experience would entail but kept his mouth shut. Mark's
cock was very hard as he could see the younger man's
discomfort.
"Lay down on the bed now boy. You will be spending
quite a bit of time in this room so start getting acclimated
to your new surroundings."
Very apprehensively, Kurt started to move but evidently
not quick enough for Mark. Mark took Kurt's hand and forced
him to lie face down on the bed. He then attached the
leather cuffs to Kurt's wrists, properly securing the
younger man.
"For your inattentiveness to my command, I'm going to
spank you now boy. This is a quick reminder."
Mark then pulled off Kurt's underwear with the butt
plug now exposed. He threw the younger man's underwear in
the corner (to be saved later as part of his trophy wall).
He then gave Kurt twenty quick hard slaps to each buttock
with his firm hand. Kurt winced at the pain and started to
moan. Mark removed an unknown object from the dresser and
returned to the prone boy.
"This will keep you quite until I return. Open up." He
placed the familiar penis gag in Kurt's mouth, securing it
firmly. After ten more hard slaps he left the room.
The spanking made Kurt's cock hard. With the butt plug
firmly positioned in his rectum and mouth gagged, Kurt was
riding a new wave of pleasure. What his older dominant's
plans were for him over the weekend, he did not know.
Mark did not return for a half-hour. In the meantime,
Kurt looked around the room, mostly out of boredom and
curiosity. The walls were painted white and three black and
white photographs were prominately diplayed on the wall
opposite the bed. Kurt did not know who the "artist" was but
he had never seen anything like the images depicted. The
first photograph showed the picture of a man on all fours,
with his ass spread. The next photo showed the same spread
ass, this time with a gloved hand partially penetrating the
man's rectum. The third and final photo showed the wrist
fully enclosed in the man's rectum.
Kurt had no idea what to think of the photographs. He
accepted the fact that Mark was going to penetrate him but
certainly not put his fist up his ass?
His nervous train of thought was interrupted when Mark
entered the room. The older man wore a leather vest, which
was opened to his bare chest, and a pair of leather briefs.
His cock was staining through the pouch in an excited state.
He also carried with him a bowl, can of shaving cream, a
small towel and a razor. He placed the shaving implements on
the dresser and stood over Kurt. He bent down and unfastened
Kurt's cuffs.
"Turn over boy and lie on your back."
He then refastened Kurt's wrist cuffs and attached the
ankle cuffs to the boy's spread legs. Looking into Kurt's
eyes, Mark spoke in a paternal tone. "If you are to be my
boy, you need to look like one. You have too much hair and
we're going to remove most of it now. Needless to say, I
don't expect you to move."
Mark then picked up the can of shaving cream and
applied a modest amount on Kurt's chest. Kurt did not have a
significant amount of chest hair. Mark then started to shave
around his nipples, removing the fine hair with a delicate
and experienced touch. He finally worked his way downward,
removing the strip of hair from Kurt's bellybutton to his
groin area.
After cleaning Kurt's chest of the remaining cream,
Mark started to concentrate on the throbbing cock in front
of him. He applied a liberal amount of cream to the coarse
pubic hair surrounding Kurt's cock. Working his way inward
from the younger man's inner thighs, Mark went about his
task with the skill of a surgeon. Making quick,
strategically placed strokes, he proceed to remove all of
the hair around Kurt's penis.
He then took hold of the younger man's balls and
started to rub lightly. As Kurt's cock started to twitch
even more, Mark spread some left over amount of the prone
boy's balls and gently removed the few, fine strands.
After Mark cleaned up the remnants of the shaving
cream, he smiled at his new boy's hairless groin. He bent
down and put the younger man's cock in his mouth. He then
proceeded to give Kurt a one-minute blowjob, making the
younger man almost cum. Kurt was beyond himself in an
excited state of pure sexual bliss, wanting desperately to
relieve himself.
"Your boy cock looked to good to pass up," Mark said as
he started to unlock Kurt's cuffs. "You will of course
reciprocate later, but for now turn over, get your ass in
the air and place your head on the mattress."
Kurt had been lying down for more than an hour but
quickly complied with Mark's order. With the penis gag still
in his mouth, he turned around and got on his knees. Mark
surveyed his boy's firm buttocks, rubbing both cheeks
lightly, while admiring the view of the embedded butt plug.
Mark opened a drawer on the dresser and removed two
latex gloves. After snapping both on, he walked over to Kurt
and started to pull, ever so slightly, on the anal intruder.
He then gripped the base of the plug more firmly and
partially pulled out the object out of Kurt's rectum. Kurt
moaned through the gag, sphincter muscle throbbing as Mark
removed the plug entirely from his ass.
Mark placed the butt plug on the towel he had used
earlier for the shaving. Removing a new towel from the
drawer, the older dominant moved behind Kurt, wiping the
remnants of the lubrication. Kurt's puckered anus was
slightly distended from the prolonged use of the butt plug.
Mark applied a minute amount of shaving cream to the
fine hairs surrounding his boy's anus. Very gently, he
removed the few hairs that grew around the sphincter. With
the new towel, he wiped the area clean of residue.
Throughout the entire shaving process, Kurt was
somewhat bewildered and scared. Why did Mark have to shave
his entire pubic area and ass? He must look like a teenager
again.
But Kurt's humiliation would increase substantially
more as Mark started to remove more items from the dresser.
Opening a sealed package, Mark showed Kurt a one-inch
cylindrical white object.
"This is a going up your ass boy. It's a suppository.
It will work it's magic overnight." He placed the
suppository at Kurt's anal entrance and started to push.
Kurt sphincter was relaxed and still partially lubricated
from the butt plug, making the placement even easier. It
reached its final resting-place as Mark's knuckle reached
the zenith point.
"This will melt soon enough boy. Since this is your
first time, we need to make sure you don't make a mess in
the middle of the night all over my bed."
With that Mark went to the dresser and much to Kurt's
shock, picked up an adult sized disposable diaper and
plastic pants. He walked over to the bed and sat down.
Placing the diaper under Kurt's buttocks, he drew the diaper
up between Kurt's legs. He then started to fasten the six
rear tapes to the front, making the fit very tight.
Mark slid his hand down between the younger man's
spread legs and pressed down. Much to Kurt's amazement, his
cock was rock hard. Mark noticed as well.
"I guess you like the diaper, boy. It's a good thing,
as you will be keeping one on while I'm not using one of
your holes for the duration of your stay. Remember, I
control what goes in and how it comes out."
Mark was secretly amused. He used diapers on his new
boy's as a tool of dominance, discipline and humiliation.
The power dynamic is so strong, as the diaper is a constant
reminder of the boy's place, his elimination control taken
away from him. His boy's, though, usually don't get hard. He
was starting to realize that Kurt was more into the sensual
aspects of domination, rather than the severe pain that
other's usually desire.
Mark then lifted Kurt's buttocks and pulled up the
plastic pants. The older man then got on the bed, his knees
resting between Kurt's spread legs. He started rubbing his
hands over the plastic material and the thighs. Very
deliberately, his ran his fingernails over Kurt's smooth
chest, making his boy's nipples grow. He bent down and
started sucking on Kurt's left nipple and after a few
minutes moved to the right. He started to bite and pull the
excited nipple with his mouth, making Kurt squirm beneath
him. Kurt never knew that his nipple's were so sensitive.
Mark the removed Kurt's penis gag and unbuckled the
restraints, allowing Kurt to breathe more freely. for now.
"How are you feeling boy?" Mark asked, his face not
more than few inches in front of Kurt's.
"It's a little overwhelming Sir. I have many mixed
emotions."
Kurt's response was interrupted as Mark bent down and
pressed his lips against Kurt's. Kurt was mortified as
another man was trying to kiss him but his feelings for Mark
transcended the barriers of "normality." The younger man
opened his mouth as Mark's tongue snaked in, giving him a
deep French kiss. Kurt felt Mark's rough goatee and mustache
rub against his smooth face, magnifying the awkwardness of
the moment.
A heretofore, unknown deep contentment started to
emerge from within Kurt, as he placed his hands behind
Mark's head and started to actively kiss the older man back.
Encouraged, Mark pressed harder into Kurt, forcing the
younger man to raise his legs and place them behind his
back. They continued their tongue dance for a few more
minutes, with Mark powerfully sucking on Kurt's tongue.
Mark was getting too excited and needed to relieve
himself soon. He got off the bed and re-attached Kurt's
wrist cuffs. Smiling, he then started to remove his leather
briefs, pulling them down and placed them on the dresser.
He got back on the bed; backing himself up so that his
hard cock and buttocks were facing Kurt's head. "You need to
practice servicing me again boy. You can start by licking my
ass," Mark demanded. He straddled Kurt's face, grinding his
buttocks against the younger man. "Start licking boy."
Kurt could smell the strong odor of leather and the
fresh scent of soap. Mark must have taken a shower while he
was bound to the bed. Kurt started to tentatively lick the
left buttock and then the right, noticing that Mark's
buttocks were also shaved.
"Don't make me mad boy. Stop teasing me and lick my
anus," Mark snarled.
Kurt had never heard of licking another person's anus
but he started to move his tongue to the valley between the
twin clefts. He licked up and down, with hard strokes. He
finally reached the older man's anus and quickly ran his
tongue across the engorged area. It wasn't as bad as he
expected. He was also aware that he had to continue to
appease Mark.
The younger man's oral ministrations continued for over
ten more minutes. During that time, Mark offered encouraging
words and praise, thoroughly enjoying the moment. He even
got Kurt to extend his tongue and stab his internal canal.
Mark did not want to experience to end but the younger man
would soon find himself on the giving end of a "rim chair."
"Good job boy, now take my hard cock in your mouth. You
know the old saying, `practice makes perfect.'"
Mark turned around and partially fed his cock into the
younger man's mouth. He slipped about two inches in at
first, wanting Kurt to get accustomed to the new intrusion.
Kurt began to suck on the older man's engorged tool, keeping
his teeth away from skin. Thus far, his gag reflex was
subdued, probably from his experience last week and from the
penis gag.
Encouraged by Kurt's efforts, Mark took hold of the
younger man's hair with both of his hands and started to
dictate entry on his own terms. Kurt bobbed up and down on
the hard cock, taking more and more as Mark's thrust into
him.
Mark was having a difficult time prolonging his
ejaculation. He needed Kurt to get accustomed to sucking on
his cock for future, lengthy sessions. Soon enough it to
become second nature for his boy to drop to his knees and
take his master's cock when ordered. He wanted his boy to
take all eight inches but even experienced partners had
difficulties.
He continued with the oral assault until he could not
hold back any longer. With an excited shout, the older man
yelled at the top of his lungs, "Hold on boy, your Daddy has
a gift for you. ahh!!" Mark kept Kurt's mouth attached to
his cock as he ejaculated load after load of hot cum down
the boy's throat. Kurt tried in vain to swallow but let a
majority of his master's cum run down his cheek.
Kurt gasped for breath as Mark removed his shrinking
cock from his mouth.
"It looks like you need to practice more on your
swallowing technique boy. Don't worry, you will be servicing
me quite a bit this weekend." Mark pushed his now flaccid,
dripping cock back into Kurt'' mouth and told him to suck
him dry. Kurt sucked as much of the remaining salty cum from
Mark's mouth.
Kurt looked tired and thirsty. Mark removed himself
from the bed and reattached all four of Kurt's cuffs to the
bed. The older man left the room for a few minutes,
returning with a large glass of water with a straw. He fed
the straw into Kurt's mouth and let his boy drink as much as
he needed. He knew from experience that Kurt would need to
use the bathroom in the middle of the night and encouraged
Kurt to drink more.
After Kurt had finished drinking the water, Mark
cleaned Kurt's face with a wet washcloth. He then bent down
and gave Kurt a goodnight kiss on the lips.
"We have a busy weekend ahead of us my boy. It's time
for you to go to sleep. If you do well tomorrow, I will let
you sleep in my bed. Get some rest. you will need it."
Kurt could not imagine how he would be able to sleep.
Here he was, bound to a rubber bed, wearing a diaper. How
long would it take for the suppository to work? Kurt could
not believe the night's events; what did his older dominant
have in store for him the rest of the weekend??
To Be Continued.
Feedback at klp909@yahoo.com