Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2003 13:17:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: klp909@yahoo.com
Subject: Making of a Slave - Part IV
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The Making of a Slave - Part IV
By klp909@yahoo.com
It was 6:00 P.M. sharp when Kurt rang the doorbell
twice to signal his arrival. The door was unlocked per their
arrangement. After making sure the deadbolt was secured, he
started to remove his clothes and fold them neatly by the
hall tree. As soon as his first task was completed, the
twenty-year-old opened a bag containing what would
constitute his articles of "clothing" for his weekend stay.
First was his leather collar, which he secured in place
on his neck. The collar, made of thick black leather, was
one of Kurt's most prized possessions. Every time Kurt
fastened his collar on, he would always remember the
momentous day when Mark presented him with his collar.
He had been seeing the older man every other weekend
for about six months. His training was progressing quite
well. Mark, being the skilled Master that he was, gradually
increased his boy's submissiveness with each successive
visit. After a lengthy session, which ended with Kurt
strapped to the spanking bench, the older dominant worked
Kurt over with first a paddle and then a leather flogger. Up
to this point, Kurt moaned only slightly as the cascading
strikes rained down on his exposed buttocks. Mark then let
Kurt experience the cane for the first time. After twelve
hard stokes that turned Kurt's ass raspberry red, Mark
stopped and applied soothing cream to his boy's raw and
welted buttocks. Mark unfastened Kurt's bindings and
comforted his sobbing boy's cries of intense suffering.
After about ten minutes, Mark told Kurt to kneel in
front of him and to keep his head down. Mark left his
compliant boy and walked over to a nearby wall. He picked up
the collar a returned to Kurt.
"You have made me happier than I ever imagined. Your
training has progressed to the point that I consider you my
slave. Look up at me boy." He did so, not quite
understanding what was about to occur.
"Do you understand what I am saying Kurt?"
Kurt was quite shocked to hear his name emanating from
the older man's mouth. "Yes I do Sir."
Kurt's reminiscence ended abruptly when Mark entered
the room. Their eyes met as Mark smiled at his boy. Without
being told to do so, Kurt knelt down in front of the older
man and started to unbutton Mark's pants. Mark's cock needed
attention. As soon as he was able to pull down his Master's
white briefs, he opened his mouth and proceeded to give a
thorough blowjob. Kurt was now able to take the entire
length of older man's cock down his throat. His gag reflex
was abated with much practice over the many months of
servitude.
Kurt continued his oral ministrations for well over ten
minutes. Mark knew he was very close to erupting into his
boy's mouth and pulled out. He then pulled his underwear and
pants back up.
"Follow me boy." Kurt did as ordered and soon found
himself in Mark's bathroom. A very large red enema bag was
hanging on the shower rod. It was Mark's two-liter bag, and
by the look of it, it was filled to capacity. Kurt never
envisioned that he would enjoy the sensation of being
cleaned out but his love of being the older man's slave was
becoming more acute as they spent more time together.
"Assume your position boy." Kurt got down on all fours
and spread his legs. Kurt did so and heard the unmistakable
sound of a rubber glove being put on. Kurt soon felt the now
familiar application of lubricant being applied to his anus.
First one, then two and finally a third finger spread the
lubrication deep into his bowels. Mark's finger fucking soon
ended. He replaced his fingers with the enema tube. Soon
thereafter, warm water cascaded through the tube into Kurt's
intestines. It was one of Mark's simple applicators. Kurt
recently experienced being restricted from a balloon nozzle
applicator during an extended enema session. It was a night
that Kurt would never forget and hoped to repeat some time
soon.
It took about fives minutes for the bag to empty. Kurt
groaned one or twice from the pressure but felt comforted
when Mark started to rub his shoulders, back and abdomen.
The older man kept repeating in a reassuring tone, "that's
my boy."
As soon as the bag emptied, he was told to remain in
his place; the tube still ensconced in his rectum. Mark
removed the glove from his hand and threw it away in the
nearby wastebasket. He then stood in front of Kurt and
unbuttoned his pants. His cock was still rock hard.
"You're not to evacuate your bowels until I've cum boy
so you better get started."
The older man thrust his cock into his willing boys'
mouth. Kurt bobbed his head up and down, trying to make the
older man cum soon. His bowels were starting to cause him
great pain and he was weary of an accident. He was relieved
a short time later as Mark pulled on the back of his head
with both hands and started to thrust with intensity. The
college student soon found himself tasting the salty cum of
his Master.
After enjoying his release for a few moments, Mark
motioned for Kurt to sit on the toilet. After Kurt did so,
he extracted the enema tube from the younger man's bowels.
The eruption of water and the acrid smell of excrement soon
engulfed the bathroom. Mark did not leave the room for Kurt
to take care of his personal business. He instead stood in
front of Kurt and made the younger man suck the remaining
fluid from his withering penis.
When Kurt was finished expelling his enema, Mark
repeated the enema two more times. The water now coming out
of Kurt's rectum was clear.
Mark was satisfied and had Kurt stand up. Mark then
wiped Kurt clean. This new aspect of submission was a recent
development in their relationship. Kurt confided in Mark of
his heretofore, unknown, desire for Mark to be his "Daddy."
Mark promised Kurt that they would act out Kurt's desires
soon.
"Stand up and bend forward. Place your hands on their
respective ankles."
Kurt knew what was coming next. He just didn't know
which plug it would be. That thought was soon confirmed when
he started to feel the pressure of the large plug invade his
rectum. Mark began to slowly fuck his boy with the rubber
toy. Kurt gasped as the widest part of the plug slid home.
He had only graduated to the large plug one month ago and
was still getting acclimated to its girth.
"Get dressed boy. We're going out."
As soon as Kurt was done dressing, he walked with Mark
to the older man's black Mercedes parked in the driveway.
Out of training he opened Mark's door for him and then got
in the passenger side.
A short time later they arrived at their destination, a
well-known and very expensive Sushi restaurant. They valet
parked and were greeted inside with the perfunctory Japanese
greeting of "hello" and "welcome". After being shown to
their table, they enjoyed a very relaxing light meal. Kurt,
of course, let Mark order for them both. Kurt loved the fact
that he wasn't carded. His birthday was near but the thrill
was unmistakable. He was also reminded now and then of the
embedded large plug in his anus and this subversive act
excited him.
After their meal ended, Kurt followed Mark to his car.
The younger man did not question where they were going or
what the rest of their evening would entail. He therefore
did not question Mark when, after driving for about fifteen
minutes, they parked in the driveway of a two-story flat in
the Noe Valley district. The area was starting to become
gentrified, a nice euphemism for displacing small shops and
turning them into restaurants and retail outlets for the
burgeoning yuppie's. The area had a nice multi-cultural and
socio-economic mix of straight families, gay and a large
lesbian population - proto-typical San Francisco. Parking
was also, very typical San Francisco, with not a space to
found nearby.
The street was relatively quiet as Kurt went around and
opened Mark's door.
"I want you to keep quiet unless you're spoken to and
obey. Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good boy. You're about to meet a very special friend
of mine." As he finished, he bent down and gave Kurt a
passionate kiss.
Mark rang the doorbell once to signal their arrival. A
few moments later, the door opened and Kurt couldn't help
but stare. He didn't know if it was his time spent with Mark
or some heretofore, unacknowledged trait, but Kurt started
to get hard as he looked at the man that stood before them.
"David. it's been too long," Mark said as he gave the
other man a big hug. David wore a leather cap, a leather
vest, leather briefs, leather chaps and black motorcycle
boots. He looked to be about Mark's age, maybe five years
older. He was tall, about 6'4" and was solidly built. His
salt-and-pepper chest hair hid very little of the developed
muscles underneath.
As the two men finished with their embrace, Mark said,
"And this is my new boy Kurt that I told you about."
"Hello Kurt. You are as cute as Mark described you."
Kurt, red faced, followed the older men into the lower
flat. They entered David's well-appointed living room. Kurt
stood, waiting for Mark's order.
"Very good boy. You have learned well. Come and kneel
next to me."
Kurt did so as ordered and listened intently as the two
older men caught up with their busy lives while drinking two
beers each. Kurt was rather amused, as both he and Mark were
dressed for going out to dinner and David was in his full
leather regalia! For over twenty minutes the two men spoke
as if Kurt was not present in the room. Mark would
occasionally run his hands through Kurt's hair but that was
the extent of their contact.
Kurt's solitude was interrupted when Mark asked him if
he was wearing anything under his clothing.
"Yes Sir, I am."
"Where is it boy?"
"In my ass Sir."
"Strip boy and show our host what's in your ass."
With his face reddening with fright and embarrassment,
Kurt started to remove his clothing as ordered. This was all
new territory for Kurt. He had not been with any other man
but Mark. He didn't think that he would have to show his
body to somebody but his Master.
When he was done, he stood at attention, eyes downcast.
"Very good boy. Now I want you to turn around, legs spread
and place your hands on your ankles." As Kurt bent forward,
the large black butt plugs base protruded prominently from
his expanded anus. With his young, firm buttocks and thighs
flexed, the erotic juxtaposition of power and submission had
a stirring effect on both older men, as their respective
cocks hardened.
"I think it's time for us to go downstairs," David
said.
"I agree. Follow me boy," Mark said.
They walked down a beautiful wood floor hallway until
David a door and turned on a light. Kurt got a sudden whiff
of mildew - they were headed downstairs. They started to
walk down a flight of stairs into the garage. A red Porsche
911 was the sole occupant of the small garage. Kurt started
to admire his dream car and didn't notice that David had
opened a door. He had to walk faster to keep up with them.
They entered David's playroom. Kurt assumed from
David's leather that he was into BDSM but the main feature
of the room took Kurt by great surprise. Positioned in the
center of the room was a doctor's exam table, complete with
stirrups. It looked very expensive and Kurt was mildly
puzzled how the older man was able to acquire such a piece
of equipment. The irony of the moment would have its full
impact later; David was an OB/GYN - a gay one at that!
Near the table was a spanking bench, similar to Mark's.
The padded black vinyl and wooden legs looked well used. On
the sidewall were two large cabinets that were both shut,
contents unknown. The only other noteworthy object was a
pair of restraints that were attached to a bar. The bar
looked as though it was attached to the ceiling by a silver
chain.
"Kneel in front of me boy," Mark said to Kurt. As the
older man's slave, the younger man assumed the position as
ordered, his head bowed. Mark placed his fingers under
Kurt's chin and raised the younger man's face to Mark's eye
level.
"From now on boy, you are to abide by Master David's
commands. The same respect, tolerance and restraint that
govern our relationship are present in this room. I expect
you to comply with Master David. I will explain what we have
planned for you later."
Mark let the information percolate through the younger
man's head before he began again. "Do you understand me
boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I do understand."
"Good boy."
"May I ask a question Sir?"
"Yes you may boy. What is it?"
"Will you be present in the room Sir?," the younger
man's voice eliciting mild trepidation.
"Don't worry boy. This was my idea and I very much plan
on being here throughout your session."
Starring into the older man's eyes, Kurt felt more
comfortable and safe.
Master David, speaking for the first time, asked Kurt
for his safe word.
"It is bubble gum, Sir."
David gave Mark a quick smirk as he heard the endearing
word Mark had picked for his young supplicant.
"O.k. then, bubble gum it is."
David circled the younger man, finally stopping in
front of Kurt. Kurt did not dare look up unless he was told
to do so. David noticed that the naked man was shivering
slightly, most likely from nerves.
"Stand up young man and follow me."
Kurt followed David to the hanging restraints. Only now
did Kurt notice that large metal hooks were bolted into the
cement floor. David first restrained Kurt's left wrist and
then the right. Kurt was now immobile. His head was properly
bowed as David left his visual periphery. He heard David
opening one of the closed cabinets. Even though he was very
curious to see what was inside, he did not dare turn his
head; Mark was in the room, most likely looking at him.
Kurt's nervous anxiety was quickly abated when he saw
David reappear. In his hands the older man held a leather
blindfold, which he attached to Kurt's head. Sensory
deprivation was nothing new to Kurt; he actually felt more
comfortable and tranquil without the temporary use of his
sight.
What he felt next was new - it seemed as though Master
David was rubbing an ordinary toothbrush over and over his
nipples. They soon began to ache as the repeated movement of
the bristles over his sensitive skin reverberated throughout
his entire body. He cock began to harden.
Master David, noticing Kurt's excited state, soon
replaced the repetitive motion with nipple clamps. He
tightened them as much as they would allow.
He then picked up an instrument that Mark had yet to
use on Kurt, a pinwheel. Primarily used by neurologists to
measure stimuli reaction, attached to the metal wheel were
numerous spikes. At first David rolled the pinwheel over
Kurt's chest. He then moved downward, paying particular
attention to the younger man's inner thighs. Depending on
how hard Master David would depress the pinwheel, Kurt felt
mild stimulation to an uncontrollable urge to bolt. The
nether areas of his scrotum were particularly sensitive. The
reactions Kurt felt were much different than the dreaded
closepins that Mark used on him.
David decided that Kurt's system could take no more
infliction. He needed to work on another area of the boy's
body before the main event. "I'm going to release you now
young man. Follow me over to the bench." After unlocking the
restraining devices that bound Kurt's legs, he paused for a
few minutes, playing with the exposed butt plug. He then
removed the nipple clamps. Kurt could only moan, his nipples
throbbing in pain. Finally, he removed the restraints from
Kurt's wrists.
Kurt had only a brief moment to collect himself. Here
he was a submissive boytoy for his Master's friend, being
led over to the bench. After motioning Kurt to lie down on
his stomach, he quickly restrained Kurt's wrists and ankles.
Kurt's ass was wide open; the plug prominently displayed.
The bench seat seemed smaller in length than Mark's. He soon
knew why as David's suddenly appeared in front of his face.
"Mark has told me you're becoming quite good at sucking
cock. I, of course, need to verify his observation." Making
sure Kurt could see what he was doing David removed his
leather briefs. His massive cock sprung forward, erect and
throbbing.
Master David rubbed his hard cock all around Kurt's
face. He then cupped the underside of the prone boy's head
and let his cock rest in front of Kurt's mouth. Kurt knew
what was expected on him and opened his mouth. David's smell
was intoxicating. The leather essence engulfed Kurt's
periphery.
Kurt started to use his mouth and throat on Master
David's hard cock. He licked around the head, trying to suck
out the pre-cum. Master David could only smile to the boy's
attentiveness. He then licked the underside of the throbbing
head. After working his way downward, he sucked on each
individual ball sac. He alternated between the two of them,
lightly biting on the gonads encased within.
Kurt then moved back to the cock head and started to
suck in earnest. Master David grabbed Kurt's head and thrust
hard onto Kurt's mouth. He controlled how much of his
manhood went down Kurt's throat.
As Kurt proceed to give Master David the attention he
warranted, Mark proceeded to pick up a nearby leather paddle
and started to lightly strike his boy. Alternating between
both cheeks and the plug, he gradually started increase the
amount of force per blow. Very soon, Kurt's buttocks became
quite red from the hard spanking. The younger man's
attention, however, was still drawn to the task at hand.
Kurt soon felt the older man become rigid. Waves of hot
cum soon cascaded down his throat. He swallowed the salty
yet discernibly different tasting seed of his master's
friend.
Master David kept his shrinking cock in the younger
man's mouth. Kurt continued to suck the remnants of the
sperm, nursing what remained.
David removed himself from Kurt's periphery. He soon
saw the familiar cock of his Master in front of him.
"You're doing very well boy. You must be thirsty. Now I
want you to drink up." With no other warning, Mark's placed
his cock in Kurt's mouth and let loose a stream of hot piss.
Kurt gagged; it was too much, too soon. He let a little
dribble out of his mouth. Heretofore, water sports weren't
an area they had explored with each other. As he was
concentrating hard to swallow most of it, Mark said" You
better swallow it all boy. You don't want to disappoint me
know do you boy?"
What should come next? What will Kurt do? What could
they do with the table?
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