Maing of a Slave

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.

This was my first work of fiction, well over 20+ years ago. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Feedback is most welcomed!!!

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 expectantly.

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 objects' 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 ass."

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.