Chapter 11. The Reunion
Once we've legalized our agreement, The Firm suggested that I be the one to unlock Julian's cell and bring him out into freedom, that the symbolic meaning of this act would have a powerful impact on the young slave. He'll understand that I'm his Liberator, setting him free, free to become my own personal possession. Never again will Julian have an personal sense of agency.
I agreed and the date was set.
It was a Tuesday morning at 9 am. Julian was asleep in the usual darkness. I unlocked the door and quietly entered the room. The bust of light that came through the open door is what woke the boy up. Immediately I went and knelt at the side of his bed and waited for him to realize who I was and what was happening.
His first impulse when he realized someone was in the room with him was to hurriedly try to get himself into position to be fucked. I must say I was tempted, but realized that was not the best way to help Julian realize what's happening. Gently I took hold of his hands and helped lay his legs down again.
"It's good to see you, Julian. It's been quite a while."
He gasps. "Dddddddave? Dave? Slr? OH MY GOD!!!!!" And he wraps his arms and legs around me and holds me so tightly I thought I might be crushed.
"Yes, boy. I've done what you asked me to do. I'm your Master now. I've come to bring you home with me for a few days before you go take up your new position at The Firm."
"Bring me home?"
"Yes, Julian. You don't have to stay here any longer. So let's go and get free of this place."
"But . . . . I don't have any clothes . . . and I didn't get my coffee . . . ."
"I'll get you all the coffee you can drink when I get you home with me, boy."
"with you Dave? really WITH YOU!!!"
He's so excited that I can't seem to get him to focus enough to leave the room with me. I realize that his world has been very small for a while. "Don't worry, Julian, I'll take care of you. I'll protect you. I just want to get you out of here now. Finally, boy. It's over."
I manage to get him out and into the parking lot. I brought a robe to put around him. I figured that would be easier than trying to get him into a pair of pants after being kept naked for so long. He wraps it around himself and tells me how good it feels.
I stop at a drive-in to get coffee for us. I know he takes it black now so that's what I get. Mine is doctored up as usual. I pull off to the side so we don't have to drink it while the car is in motion. He asks me if he could have a taste of mine so I let him take a sip from my cup.
"Tastes really weird," he tells me.
"I'm not surprised. Most people who drink it black say they don't like it any other way." I also got a couple donuts but he doesn't want one.
"Not used to eating right after I wake up. What day is it anyway? What's the date? What's the time? I had no sense of time back there. No idea whether it was day or night. When the lights went off I slept. Real simple, actually." He giggles.
"Well regulated?"
"I guess so, but it all depends on what you mean by regulated?
"Just that it was all organized for you."
"Like everything else. Didn't have any choice about anything. Once I told a guy I didn't want to suck his dick because it smelled so bad. I got caned on my back. Still have marks I think." He wanted to lower the robe to show me. I told him we'd take care of it later. "You're my slave, Julian. Just like you wanted to be. I make the rules now."
"Yes, Master," he says, then leans over and kisses my fingers.
"Kiss them nice, boy. These fingers are going down your throat and up your ass and around your nipples whenever I want. I can do anything I want to you now, boy."
"You always could have, Dave. I never would have refused you anything. Even . . . `
"SSHH! I understand, Julian. I remember our first night together, how you asked me if you could lick every inch of my body."
He chuckle. "Yeah. You were so gorgeous to me. I was such a horndog, starving for it. But you held me back. And you smelled so nice after your shower. I remember burying my face in your ass, sniffing then licking, all so sweet."
"For practically being a virgin, you were surprisingly wild those nights. I hesitated to ask you for anything because I was trying with all my might not to act like a Dom."
"You were an angel, Dave. And I'll never forger the look on your face when I asked you to fuck me."
"You didn't ask that, boy. You asked me to take your virginity."
"Same thing to me. I knew what I wanted to experience. And I'd been practicing. Even went and got a dildo to use. You were real gentle but you could slip right in."
"it was delicious. Just like it's gonna be when I get you home." I finished my coffee and got back on the road. All this talk about fucking him was getting me hard. And eager. "You gonna be my good boy when I get you home, Julian?
"Gonna be your good slave. Master," he says with an impish smile on his face. He's bouncing back from everything a hell of a lot easier than I thought he would. "I'm surprised you're recovering so quickly from that nightmare you were living in."
"Nightmare? No, Dave. Sure, there were a lot of things I hated—the food especially, and eating from that fucking bowl, but mostly, it was all one big awesome orgy with nothing else to get in the way. Hardly a day went by, as much as I could tell, when there wasn't a cock for me to service. Damn, Dave, I understand now what I am: a faggot cock-hungry slut. I don't know if anyone has ever had as much sex as I'd been having and never having to put my clothes on and go back into the cruel world."
This kid always amazes me, how he made the best out of what most people would think would have been an unreal ordeal. I guess that's the mark of a true submissive. Always able to submit and somehow get pleasure from the fact. I wonder if I should let him know that I plan to still have him eat from a bowl on the floor. Maybe from my hands once in a while, but I'm not sure yet. I know they told me I'd have complete freedom and full control. Maybe I should just believe them. Hmmmm.
He told me that he could jerk off whenever he wanted and he usually did so only after Todd or Zach of "the other guy" fucked him. Zach used to make him do it while he watched. I didn't say anything about it but the first thing I did when I got the boy home was to lock up its dick in a snug cage. Not only won't the slave get to jerk off any longer, it would no longer be able to have erections! "This is a good way for you to always be aware that you are less than a real man. You are not free. You are under your Master's control. You sex organs are your mouth and your ass and that's the only sexual pleasure you're allowed to have now. You are almost always naked, and even at work you will remember who you belong to. Now that you have to be barefoot at the office is one reminder for sure, but this cage I'm locking you into says a hell of a lot more than just you're as sub. You're lower than a sub. You're a slave."
He whimpered a bit as I put it on him but didn't protest or beg me not to do so. I sensed right away that he's been conditioned to be totally submissive, no matter what. That could be dangerous, but then again, I'm his Master now, the one who will protect him. Except for when with T and Z, I will always be there, even if I decide to share him with another Master. The kid's been through enough. More than enough.
I had planned to take him over my knee as a way of "welcoming" him to the "family," but once I had him in the good light I could see that he'd recently been caned and the stripes are still quite visible. At most it happened three nights ago, but I doubt even that.
He sat back on his heels presenting himself to me, a sight that will always make me start chubbing up. "You were caned. When? Who? Why?"
He shifts uncomfortably. I think mentioning the caning brough back some of the pain. "Two nights ago. Zach. Because he was pissed off about something so he decided to take it out on me."
"Wow. That's how low they saw you. Impressive. So tell me, how often were you subjected to that kind of treatment, someone beating you for no good reason."
"Just twice. It was Zach each time. He more than made it up to me later on, though. He felt guilty because he lost control that way."
"He should feel guilty. He'd be a dangerous Master."
"Yes, Sir. He really hit hard those times. I was screaming and sobbing by the time he got done."
"You'll be sobbing with me as well, Julian, so don't think that's all over now. You are a slave. You are my slave. Now I'll prove it. Get up here over my knees, faggot. Gonna whip your ass. I don't care it's sore. All the better. I'm gonna paddle over those stripes of yours, see if I can ignite them for you."
So as you can see, I changed my mind. I've never seen him sobbing before, not with tears all over and snot coming from his nose. Not like I do it to Murph. So this will be a big step forward for Julian. He's gonna taste more pain than he probably ever imagined---all concentrated over where Zach had caned him two days ago. Exquisite. I won't beat him too badly; just enough to get him sobbing for me. It's important for him to know how far I will take him when necessary. It's important for him to realize that I can hurt him when he needs it. I can feel how nervous he is as he gets up over my ass. I can also feel that he's not hard at all. Good. There's nothing sexually pleasurable for him this time. Again. It's important.
In the past, slaves were sometimes branded by their owners. Horrible horrible things done to people ripped from their continent and tortured by an awful sea voyage then sold to some sadist. Always have to remember that we're only playing at something that was a true nightmare for thousands and thousands of victims of a horribly cruel system, an example of the very worst man had done to man.
What takes place tonight between me and Julian is totally consensual. We've both willingly take on the roles we have because of some opposing inner impulses that have brought us to this point. I'm the Master and Julian is my slave and right now he's in for a world of hurt just to drive that point home. And that is only the first part of what I have planned tonight to help the boy realize just how real his slavery is now.
I only have to paddle his ass eight times before producing the desired effect. Right away I put the paddle aside and gently get him back on the ground and order him to service my feet while the tears are still coming from his eyes and, much to my amusement, he comes up with hiccups. I fight the impulse to laugh but I'm defeated. He doesn't join me in laughing. He's simply far too miserable.
I let him be for a while, give him time to calm down. It's almost time to put the final nail into his coffin, so to speak, to do the one thing that will prove to him that we're not merely playing at this. I'm not playing. It's time for this.
I'm in my office when it's really time. No time to waste. I call Julian. "Crawl in here, boy." The sight almost gets me hard, which would be counter-productive, considering. The slave gets to me and immediately kisses my toes. So well-trained. But I didn't call the faggot in here for that. Not at all.
"Kneel up."
"If you disappoint me now, slave, I will beat you far far worse than you've already been beaten. You are my slave. Take the tip of my cock in your mouth. I have to piss."
His immediately impulse was to resist but he conquered himself and did what I ordered him to do. I have no idea whether or not anyone else has ever done this to him and I don't care. I'm proving this to myself as much as I am proving it to him. I am the Master. I own him. I can use him anyway I want.
And my flow starts and he just surrenders himself to me. Soon I can hear him swallowing it. All of it. I think he just went out of his mind and settled for what I'm doing to him without reservation, without even a tiny hint of the pride and disgust that most guys would experience if anyone ever tried to make them do this.
It's all finished. He still has my cock in his mouth. He knows better than to back away from me. I decide to offer a little consolation. "I am the only one who will do this to you. You are my slave and I will use you as a urinal whenever I want. Me and only me."
I can feel how relieved he is. But let's not spoil the brat. I add two more words to what I've just said and then let it hit home.
"For now."
I wait for that to hit. "Crawl into the bathroom. Use it if you need to. There is a new toothbrush on the sink. Use it to clean out your mouth and get rid of the taste."
"You can take me out to dinner next weekend. We'll talk about your new status and what it means. I want to know what it's like for you to realize you've become my urinal now in addition t everything else. For now I have no intention of letting T and Z know about this." Then I send him off to get dressed while I call for a car to take him back to his apartment. Monday will be his first day back on the real job as a barefoot associate. I wonder if they're have some kind of meeting so everyone knows what it means.
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