Making of a Slave – Part 4: A Captivating Gay Sex Story
A gay sex story: Making of a Slave Pt. 04 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.
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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.
“Good boy.” Mark placed his strong arms underneath Kurt’s arms to raise him up off the floor. They embraced warmly, tenderly, content with just being there together. Mark started to kiss the younger man with unbridled passion. Kurt opened his mouth and returned Mark’s kisses, letting Mark suck his tongue.
They continued their embrace for five minutes. “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.
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 your 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.