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.