The Firm carries the principle of Hierarchy to an extreme. Every member of a Team is numbered. Julian is #7, which means that he has six superiors to obey and three associates who report to him. Now, however, there is a new caste system in the office. Those who dress the usual way, and those who are barefoot. According to the latest memo about this, a barefoot associate is one who's been restated after a significant failure that threatened to separate him from the organization. Everyone on Julian's Team already know this because they were there when he had deserted them almost a year ago.
It's been made perfectly clear that the usual hierarchical structure most not be ignored because Julian is barefoot—that is, when it comes to official professional matters. Nonetheless, outside of that structure, in private conversations anything to help emphasize barefoot Julian's inferiority is allowed and even encouraged. In fact, a Team meeting was scheduled on Monday morning to discuss the Team's feelings about having a Barefoot as a member of the Team. Julian was not allowed to attend.
What has followed all week has been quite interesting and, as far as Julian is concerned, something that makes the workdays a hell of a lot more enticing. His only frustration, he tells me when we're at dinner on Saturday night, is that if he weren't caged he'd be jerking off frequently. For them it's merely a way of humiliating an inferior; for Julian, however, it's a constant adventure. The members of the Team, you see, with only one exception, don't fully understand what happens in the mind, heart, psyche and libido of a true masochist. The one Team member who does know what's up for a boy like Julina simply doesn't bother ever engaging him as an inferior. Drat!
So, what does Julian tell me about?
"One guy went to rap me in the balls when I was in his office and got a little surprise. He made me show him the cage, then went around telling the others about it. I've had to show it a lot, so I taught them the phrase "cage check," so they could just use it if they want me to open my pants and show it."
I see this as an opportunity for more training. "So tell me, boy, have you ever gotten noticeably annoyed when some guy called `cage check?' I wait for him to answer. And waited. And waited.
"Juliannnnnnnnn," I said (and would have been looking at him over my glasses if I wore glasses) . . . "what did you do and why?" I started slapping my palm with my other hand.
hesitation
then, without looking at me, "Twice yesterday, Dave. I had to show it twice already when two others pissed me off by asking because they ask every day just to make a point."
"Did they say they noticed?"
"Yes, Sir. One got annoyed back and made me drop my pants all the way to the ground."
I chuckle at that, imagining the sight. Then I get serious. "so tell me, Julian: what would happen if you ever acted like that when I asked something that annoys you?"
"I'd get punished, Sir."
"Because I'm the Master and you're my slave and you have no right to be annoyed?"
"Not that, but because I showed it. You taught me that, Master. If I were a good slave, I'd just do what you told me to without showing any reaction."
"That's right, Julian. You're my slave, so you do what I tell you to do. There's no drama. Just obedience. So you're right. You'd be in store for a good whipping. Is that correct, slave?"
"Yes, Master. I'd get punished for showing attitude. Todd has talked to me about that before, getting pissed when they order me around."
"Do they order you around more now after everything that's happened?"
"Yes, Master. And Zach puts clamps on my nipples a lot and then I have to bow to the ground and beg him to take them off when the pain gets too great."
"So if I reached out to tweak a nipple now it would hurt?"
"Yes, Sir. Pretty sore still."
"Now back to punishment: you admit you'd deserve to be punished for showing me attitude."
"Yes, Master."
"Well, then, Julian. I intend to whip you for showing attitude to your Team mates at work. From now on you are to remember that since they all know you're my slave, your behavior reflects on me and the way I'm training you. I don't want to be embarrassed by your snotty attitude at work, nor do I want to be notified there's even a reason you need to be punished. Do you understand me, slave?"
He lowers his eyes, blushing because the waiter heard me call him `slave'.
"Yes, Master, I understand. No attitude or drama at work ever."
"And if you pull anything, I expect to know it."
"Yes, Master."
"Wherever you go, Julian, you're a slave. Behave like one and maybe finally you'll begin to learn how to think like one." "Thank you, Master, for reminding this slave how it is supposed to behave at all times."
"So what else?"
"One guy swatted my ass and I cried out because I was still sore. This was Monday. So he asked why. I told him I'd been punished. He made me drop my pants and show him my ass. Word got around, so you can guess what happened after that."
"You were dropping your pants a lot."
"not only that, Dave, but I kept getting swatted."
"Ouch."
"Easy for you to say, Sir." then he giggles, the adorable imp.
"Well I'll have to lay some fresh marks on that ass tonight so you have something to show off on Monday."
He lowers his eyes and doesn't say anything. fine by me. The waiter just brought the food.
He knows better than to pick at his food if he's upset; I covered that already. So we both eat normally. as usual, the food is wonderful. I never deprive my slave of good eating. Or coffee. I'm not that much of a sadist.
Once we're done, I have something else to ask him. "What's it like having to be barefoot now? How does it make you feel?"
"Like I'm a bad boy and they all know it, Master. Like there's something deficient about me, that's why I can't dress like they do, that I'm less than them, even the guys under me."
"How do they act towards you now? Differently than before?"
"Yes, Master, very different in the way they speak to me almost disrespectfully, in the way they make sure I'm aware they know. A couple of them are always staring at my feet when they talk to me. It's the worst when someone is there who isn't from The Firm and doesn't know why I'm barefoot."
"You said it makes you feel like you're less then them. that's good, Julian, because you are. Not only is the Firm disciplining you this way to remind you how much you failed them, but also just because you're a fucking slave now, Julian. totally. Outside The Firm. Everywhere. And I expect you to always act that way not matter what kind of a situation you're in. Imagine that you're just a few minutes away from getting your ass whipped again."
I can tell that this is turning him on even while it's making him feel like he should get down on the ground and kiss my feet. I'm sure he wishes he could do that right now. Talking about whipping him does something to him. That's why I always tend to use that word now. "Whip." I'm going to whip him when we get home.
The waiter comes by and we order dessert. When he brings us our coffee I decide to let him know. "Jesse (the waiter's name), when we get home from here I'm going to take a strap I have and whip this boy's ass until he's sobbing." Julian looks like he's about to melt into the floor.
"Does that happen often?" he asks. "He looks like he probably needs it all the time."
Wow. Plays right into it. "Especially when he forgets that he's a slave. You ever been around a male slave, Jesse?"
"Actually, yes. Two, in fact. Cousins of mine. I've had opportunities to use them even though I'm younger than they are."
"Both owned?"
"It's actually a family matter. My uncle turned them into slaves a couple years ago, when they were still in high school. Actually sent them somewhere to get broken in because he didn't want to have to bother.
They're both hot as hell. I love fucking them. Sometimes I bend the both of them over and stick it in one then the other and go back and forth until I nut."
"Have they learned to like it?"
"Dunno for sure. They're not allowed to discuss anything like that. Just do what they're told. It's really weird, to tell the truth."
"Perhaps, but you're benefiting from it, so it seems." That's as far as that conversation goes. I really think the waiter is just putting me on. I can't imagine a situation like that actually happening. Makes a hot fantasy though. Julian looks like he's gonna burst out laughing after Jesse walks away. "So what do you make of that?" I ask him.
"hard to believe, Sir."
"You know there is a place like that, don't you? The Firm has two places that get a lot of traffic from what they tell me. Kind of like a combination farm and prison camp for naughty faggots." He looks a little nervous. "I'd hate to think of it, Master. Please never send me there. I promise I'll learn to be a good slave for you."
"You ARE a good slave for me, boy. Already. Sure, you've got a lot to learn. All slaves do. But I'm pretty pleased with the way things are working out. That's why I'm not going to let you get sloppy. I didn't feel this way when I first met you, but after everything that's happened, I've discovered that it really turns me on that I am now your Master. I like owning you now. Even if you don't live with me."
"thank you, Master, for being the one to be my Master. They could have given me to anybody and I was really terrified about that. You're the only one who . . "
"...I'm the only one who's taken your virginity. I'm the only one who can get into your head. I'm the one who will always care for you, AS MY SLAVE, Julian, don't ever be mistaken about that. it's not only your body that turns me on. It's everything about you: mind, body, spirit, mentality, all of it. Mine. And as soon as we get home I'm going to brand my name on your ass using my strap as a branding iron. Just like you need."
His face communicates so many emotions. Arousal and fear, anticipation and humiliation at the fact itself that getting whipped is now a regular part of his life because it's something I understand he needs in order to be regulated.
It's not that I'm a sadist. As a matter of fact, I have one boy I'm quite delicate with and hardly ever strike as I'm training him. It's just that there's something between me and Julian, something tangible, something that is most fully expressed when I use corporal punishment as an essential part of his training. I know it and he knows it. It's a way of communicating things that can't be communicated by using words.
"By the way," I tell him as we're heading home, "I just sent a message to Todd and Zach asking them to stop hitting you. From now on, boy, I'm the only one who will whip you, just like I'm the only one to occupy so many roles in your life. I also want you to realize that you will be whipped most severely for attitude issues such as showing your betters you're annoyed because they've asked you to drip your pants too often as far as you're concerned. No one can control what you think to yourself, of course. But I have total control over your behavior, even when you're not with me, and I intend to use the whip to exert that control."
Of course, he knows that I use the word "whip" because it titillates me, not because I will always take a whip to him. Interestingly enough, as time goes by I'm able to sensitize him to the word so it strikes a place deep within him where no one other than me is able to go every time I use any form of the word. So anyway, even though I intend to take a strap to him when I get him home, in my mind it's the way I'm going to whip the slave who got a bit too uppity for his own good when someone told him to drop his pants and display the fact that a Master has locked his dick into a small cage to contain its size as well as how it can be used.
"I guess you can't get hard any more," Brandon said to chide him one day.
"there are a lot of things I can't do any more," replied Julian.
"Such as? . . . " Brandon is getting off on humiliating him further. Julian thinks for a bit. He wants to come up with something that might blow Brandon's mind. He's got it! "I'm not allowed to piss in a toilet
"Then how do you piss?" Brandon presses on.
"On all fours raising my leg like a dog, In the tub or in a bowl or sometimes outside," he replied, anticipating something that would eventually be happening.
"then what do you do if you have to piss while you're here?"
"In a bucket in the utility closet and then I have to empty it out and clean it."
"Holy shit, dude. Tell me the next time you have to piss. I want to see it."
Julian figured that was going to happen. Secretly he's thrilled but isn't going to let Brandon know that. Let him enjoy the satisfaction of thinking he's tormenting the boy while actually it's going to turn him on to have someone from the office watch him having to relieve himself like some animal. So be it.
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