Sunday, 19 February 2012



It was not long before Hockney had effected his object in part. That is to say he had caught Kitaj several times in the corridor coming out of his studio, or the canteen, and had fastened himself upon him; often walking with him even up to the street door. But there matters ended. Kitaj was very civil and gentlemanly; he even seemed pleased with the volunteered companionship; but there was undoubtedly a coolness about him which Hockney could not make out. But as he only liked Kitaj more, the more he saw of him, he very soon made up his mind to break ground himself, and to make a dash at any rate for something more than a mere speaking acquaintance.

One evening he had as usual walked from the RCA buildings with Kitaj up to his door. They stopped a moment talking, and then Kitaj, half-opening the door, said: "Well, goodnight; perhaps we shall meet on The Serpentine tomorrow," and was going in, when Hockney, looking him in the face, blurted out, "I say, Kitaj, I wish you'd let me come in and sit with you a bit."

"I never ask a man of our college into my room," answered the other, "but come in by all means if you like," and so they entered.

Kitaj told Hockney he knew the northerner wanted another handjob, or else to have his cock sucked. Kitaj said he might even do such things for Hockney if the painter was very good, but that he liked both girls and all sorts of other sexual activities. Kitaj told Hockney he wanted to make him a rubber slave. Kitaj took a chastity belt from a drawer and after making Hockney strip, put it on him. Kitaj told his friend things between them were changing as of right now. He explained everything he wanted from a slave in great detail. Finally, Kitaj told Hockney how long the chastity belt stayed on depended on how quickly he learnt to submit. Hockney knew Kitaj was serious when he explained that the chastity belt could be connected to the mains and be used to give his cock and balls electric shocks when he wasn't behaving. Kitaj pulled the plug and lead from and draw and showed Hockney how it worked by slowly increasing the intensity.

“I'll do what ever you want.” Hockney howled.

“Good.” Kitaj replied. "I am going to give you an enema the bathroom.”

Kitaj instructed Hockney to bend over the tub. Hockney did so reluctantly. Kitaj wanted to clean him out before there was any anal play. Kitaj got out his enema bag, a rubber glove, and some lube. He slid his finger into Hockney’s butt. He was looser than Kitaj expected so he pulled out the single digit and slid in two. Kitaj  pushed hard to get them in deeply. He slid the fingers in and out a few more times but when Hockney started moaning, the top pulled the fingers out. Next Kitaj slid the end of the enema tube into Hockney’s butt and released the tube lock. The water was warm but it still shocked Hockney to have fluid rushing into his bowls. He was thrashing around as the water went in. Hockney screamed he couldn't stand it, that he wanted Kitaj to stop. The top told him to shut up. He pushed down on the small of Hockney’s back as he held the nozzle in the bottom’s butt.

Eventually Kitaj  handed the enema bag to Hockney and ordered him to lie in the bath and hold it. The top told his slave he was going out, and that by the time he came back Hockney had better have given himself a further enema and shaved his body from the neck down. Hockney nodded ascent, he didn’t dare speak.

After a couple hours Kitaj returned. Hockney was just coming out of the bathroom. He was not a pretty sight. He was a little overweight. Kitaj told him he was going on a strict diet starting tomorrow, and if he didn't follow it there would be severe punishment. Hockney started arguing, so Kitaj ordered him into the bedroom. He refused to go, so Kitaj punched Hockney in the face until he submitted to the demand. It only took three punches.

Kitaj tied Hockney face down to the bed. He got out the lube and squeezed a glob onto Hockney’s arse crack, and started massaging it into the hole. The first two fingers went in without much effort. The third was a bit more difficult, but Kitaj kept on pushing until Hockney’s sphincter gave way. Then the top started massaging Hockney’s prostate and the sub was moaning and groaning like a superannuated male porn star on heat. Kitaj kept massaging and feeling his way around. Hockney was loosening up nicely. Kitaj's arm was tiring so he took his fingers out of the shit chute and grabbed a butt plug. Once again Kitaj lubed Hockney up, and then viciously inserted the sex toy, ramming it home with great force. Kitaj pulled the butt plug back and forth several times, then pushed it in as far as it would go and left it there.

Kitaj started spanking Hockney’s arse. He did this slowly, first with one hand and then the other. It wasn't long before his hands started hurting. Kitaj then bit Hockney’s arse. After a dozen hard bites, Kitaj got out a short whip and the cat o’ nine tails too.

The cat o' nine tails, commonly shortened to the cat, is a type of multi-tailed whip that originated as an implement for severe physical punishment, notably in the Royal Navy and Army of the United Kingdom, and also as a judicial punishment in Britain and some other countries.

The earliest recorded use of the term ‘cat o’ nine tails’ is around 1695, although the whip and it’s design are much older. It was probably named in reference to its "claws", which inflict parallel wounds. The cat is made up of nine knotted thongs of cotton cord, about 2 1⁄2 feet or 76 cm long, designed to lacerate the skin and cause intense pain.

The cat traditionally has nine thongs as a result of the manner in which rope is plaited. Thinner rope is made from three strands of yarn plaited together, and thicker rope from three strands of thinner rope plaited together. To make a cat o' nine tails, a rope is unravelled into three small ropes, each of which is unravelled again.

The naval cat, also known as the captain's daughter (and this was the type Kitaj would be using on Hockney), weighed about 13 ounces (370 grams) and was composed of a baton handle and nine cords.

Contrary to popular belief, the standard cat was not the most feared implement of punishment on the high seas; being made of rope, it was less painful than a leather whip or a wooden birch-rod, while the modes of application (number and intensity of lashes, anatomical target, baring) of any implement can be more important than its intrinsic potential to cause pain.

Kitaj used the cat to warm Hockney up and the short whip to give him some nice welts. Kitaj switched between them, and took his time doing so. Hockney started crying. THAT really turned Kitaj on, so he immediately increased the savagery of the beating he was dishing out. It didn't take long for Hockney to give in completely and just lie there almost motionless. There was no movement on Hockney's part beyond a heaving in his chest and shoulders brought on by his sobbing.

After Kitaj had finished whipping Hockney, he scratched him with his finger nails. Boy did the sub jump and scream! As Kitaj lessened the pressure from his nails to a light scratch, Hockney stopped crying and started moaning and moving his arse in slow circular motions. Kitaj took hold of the butt plug that he'd inserted into Hockney's crack and started moving it in little turns and thrusts. Hockney’s moans got louder. Kitaj leaned close to his ear and whispered to him that he was going to fuck him hard up the arse. Hockney screamed: "YESSSS!" Kitaj pulled the butt plug out and slowly pushed it back in a few more times.

Kitaj untied the bottom and told him to get on all fours. It was then - as Hockney was looking up at Kitaj - that his master told him to suck him off. Hockney gazed at the dom’s erect cock and slowly opened him mouth. He gingerly sucked up and down for a few minutes until Kitaj took the back of his head and pushed his throbbing manhood slowly and deliberately to the back of Hockney's throat. Hockney must have gagged a dozen times before Kitaj was through.

Then Kitaj decided it was time to arse fuck the slave. He pulled out the butt plug. At first Kitaj went slowly and deliberately as he penetrated the sphincter. Hockney was barely moving. After a few minutes Kitaj gauged just how much cock Hockney could safely handle and thrust harder and deeper. Hockney was pushing up to accept and accommodate the full length of the throbbing member. Before long Kitaj had discharged a thick wad of liquid genetics into the veritable seat of Hockney’s being.

“Now it is time for you to get dressed and go.” Kitaj told his slave. “If you want you can take a shower before you leave.”

"Will you promise to always turn me out when I am in the way?" Hockney demanded.

“I’ll do whatever I bloody well like!” Kitaj snapped. "I'll turn you out as a rent boy and pimp you if I feel like it!"

And so the two men parted. Hockney without bothering to shower and with his clothes in disarray thanks to the hurried way in which he'd dressed. Both men were happy that they’d established just who was the master and who was the slave.

Once he was alone, Kitaj's first thought was one of pleasure at having been sought out by a postgraduate who seemed to be just the sort of sex slave he craved. He contrasted our hero with the few men (and many women) who he'd previously fucked, and felt that Hockney was less of a man than any of them - and thus a far better submissive. With such happy thoughts flooding his mind, Kitaj took down a volume of Don Quixote from his shelves, and sat down for an hour's enjoyment reading it before turning in.


  1. Uncannily like the stories I write about me and my mum.

  2. Uncannily similar to the stories I write about me and my mum

  3. Sweet! And so nice you said it twice!

  4. Damn newfangled smartphones....

  5. Forget smart phones, sounds like you've got a mobile that's wanting to outsmart you! Time to give the gadget some heavy discipline me thinks! ;-)

  6. Me thinks you should check out your comments to part 6 and respond to the one that you've been arrogantly ignoring.If you are in any way concerned about your reputation and the way you host this website, that's what you should do:

  7. Something doesn’t have to be well written if it is experimental or cutting edge. The genius of inventiveness over shadows a lack of talent.

  8. You are being puzzling and, therefore, provocative, which, of course, can be perceived as being cynical. I am pretty sure that you are aware that there is no attribute inherent to an experimental and/or cutting edge piece of writing. Except that it is experimental and/or cutting edge. I do not know what you mean by well written, but I am not so sure that the parameters in your reasoning are necessarily mutually exclusive. Or, at least, that they are related in exactly the same way as you present them. Which, of course, is a possibility.

  9. Hmm interesting. I made it to quite a few Dead by Dawns, including the last one. The insert commemorating the parties there can be found in a doublepack vinyl (Praxis23). Great record! Always a problem carrying vinyl at a party though...

    1. All autistics are autistic in more-or-less the same way. Only some of them know that they are. That metaautistic awareness makes them self-interpretative critical mechanisms whose life is characterized by a constant bliss of the oscillation between reciting from memory and creating off-invention. This, in turn, is an incessant self-baptizing act naming them Mafokids Off-Invention. (

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  11. I prefer Kitaj's technique in the bedroom much better than his technique in the art studio.

    1. Isn't it curious how the sex lives of artists are often so much more interesting than their work!