Dave's boi julian. Chapter 2. The Job
So anyway, Julian got the job. Housing was part of the package. The Firm placed him in of the best luxury condominium complexes in the City. It so turns out that his two "roommates" were Doms from other divisions of The Firm. They also gave him a generous signing bonus, so he really couldn't complain about living with Doms who would probably take advantage of his submissiveness once they figured him out. Little did he know, of course, that Todd and Zach had been given all the information The Firm had been able to put together about him, including some of the submissive experiences Julian had over the months he'd spent in San Francisco before applying for a position with the Firm.
Julian and I were both pretty busy; it was two months before we had time to get together. I invited him out to dinner so he could tell me about his new life. He countered and wanted to take me out to dinner as a way of thanking me for everything I've done for him. Fine by me. We penciled in a date for the next Sunday evening—my suggestion because it's so much easier to get seated then. He said he wanted to surprise me with where we'll be having dinner. Wow! How adorable!
Julian surprised the daylights out of me. I didn't know where he was taking me for dinner so I texted to ask about the dress code. "Casual. Western. Denim. Rustic. The limo will pick you up at 6 pm." That was all. No further comment or explanation. I haven't really had anything to do with him since that time in Atlanta and that almost 8 months ago. I know he's already doing quite well for himself but I have no idea how he was developing sexually, if he was developing sexually. I was the one to take his virginity in every way possible when we were in Atlanta back then. I have no idea what happened after that. I knew about The Firm's reputation and, of course, I was very curious about if that had anything to do with why they've been so generous to him.
Of course I know he preferred being on his knees, and that he was a bottom. Maybe I hadn't picked up on it since I was being so gentle with him, but now I found myself wondering if they might be planning to groom him as a slave. But that's stupid. BDSM slaves aren't groomed, they're trained. Just as one finds oneself to be gay without having chosen it, I've always felt is was the same with true subs and slaves as opposed to those who were just playing at it from time to time. The true ones must have been born that way.
Whatever the case, Julian has obtained admission to the big leagues financially and professionally. He and I are really quite different, it seems. His world is on the upper East s=Side while mine is on the West Side, more or less down by the docks. Two different worlds altogether.
I'm not sure where he's bringing me tonight, but it seems like he's making some kind of gesture to me. Rustic denim? Do that extend to leather as well? I decide to wear my leather vest and see what happens.
Little did I know, but the surprises were only just beginning. I was texted when the limo arrived--a long black luxury limos with windows darkly tinted so it was impossible to see inside. The chauffeur greeted me, saying "Julian is here, looking forward to seeing you again." Well, that was nice. I got in, and there he was, sweet Julian, wide-eyed with rosy cheek and beaming with happiness. Not only that, but except for the cowboy hat he had on, Julian was completely naked. It was a lovely sight, to say the least.
Julian had changed somewhat, or else my memory of him was deficient. This naked boy is more mature and self-confident than he was the night he was practically cowering in the hotel lounge when I first caught sight of him. Not only was he naked, but the hair on his chest was gone and I soon realized he was bare all over. Hairless. Shaved.
He made it easy for me to notice. As soon as my door was shut he got up and knelt the seat facing me, legs spread wide, just the way I always train subs to sit—or rather, to display themselves. And here was Julian, who was nicely displaying himself to me. "What's brought all this on, not that I'm complaining, and do I have time to devour you?"
"Our ride is a little over an hour. My roommates dared me to do this."
"Roommates?"
"Oh yes, I live in an awesome suite with two other guys who are both Doms, Dave, and they've heard of you. One of them was at the Mineshaft the other night. He told me you'd left alone, carrying someone's boots."
Well that proves he was really there, whoever he is. The boots were taken from another boi I'll write a story about. His name is Donovan. Donovan Lamb, to be precise.
"So go on. I'm sure there's more to this story."
"Indeed. So anyway, we've had a lot of good conversations about all sorts of things, and they're working with me a bit on different kinds of behavior."
"Such as being naked?"
"Such as being naked when I'm the only one. There's a name for that."
"yes, I know. CMNM. So do you practice it with them?"
"Every night after 9 pm and all weekend, even if they have company. At first it was just a little bit at a time. It was hard to get used to at first, but now I really like it. I like that right now you can see every part of my naked body while all I can see are your clothes." He chuckles. "So this is one of my ways of saying thank you. You can always have me naked, whenever we can work it out. And Dave, I'm being honest with you, this is really turning me on."
"It would probably also turn you on if I take you over my knee and redden your cute ass for you."
"Um, . . not so sure about that yet. But you can use your hands on me in other ways."
I reach for a nipple and he presses it into my hand. Dammit! Someone's training this kid! I growl a little. "Just don't make them hurt, please."
So I just caress them for now. When I get down to his junk, so smooth now, I remember he's been shaved. "Tell me about losing your body hair."
He raises his arm so I can see his bare pits as well. "It started slowly, first just my armpits, then my chest and ass crack, then finally this afternoon they shaved off all the rest so I could look nice for you, Dave. Or should I call you Dom Dave? They told me about you. And hey, thanks for treating me so nice and not trying to Dom me back then."
Holy fucking shit! This kid has a hell of a couple roommates! He must have praised me to the max, because they wanted to prepare him and present him to me as a gift tonight, even if Julian didn't realize that was what they had had in mind. In a sense they were telling me that they respected me as someone who is important to Julian and since they know I'm a Dom, maybe that will mean I'll have a role to play in training this boy as a sub or slave. That would be awesome, because I really like the boi.
So I enjoy the gift. I literally do devour as much of him as I can. His skin is subtly fragrant with something intensely seductive. I lick and nibble and bite and taste as much as I possibly can until we hear a quiet chime. "Ten minute warning," Julian says. He opens a case I didn't notice he had and takes out jeans and a plaid corduroy shirt. I help him put them on. "Boots?" I ask. He shakes his head no. "Barefoot."
"Another part of their dare?"
"Yes."
"Helping you or bothering you."
"Helping, I guess, mostly. At least that's what they tell me." I have something else that would help a lot, Dave." He doesn't call me Sir. Good. For some reason I don't want to relate to him that way. Not yet, anyway. Besides, I'm somewhat involved with another sub of my own I'm sweet on.
"What's that? What would help and why?"
He reaches into his case again and brings out an elegant black leather collar. A slave collar. "Would you collar me even if it's just for show?"
"I don't do things just for show. If I put that collar on you it means that I am collaring someone meant to be a slave even if I don't possess you completely."
He takes the collar and raises it in his hands to me.
"the slave you were the first to conquer," he says with admiration in his eyes.
"Provided you continue to call me Dave, not Sir."
"As you wish, Dave. Anything else?"
"That remains to be seen. I admire how much progress you've made and how you're thanking me tonight by giving yourself to me as a slave. That's not something to be taken lightly, boy. And I hate to burst your bubble but despite the fact that you're doing this, as a Dom I realize that by shaving you and preparing your body for me, they were in fact presenting you to me as a thank you gift. They are thanking me for what I've done FOR THEM by getting you to the city."
He closes his eyes. It seems to me he's taking it all in, especially the part where I just recognized that they have some level of ownership over him already.
Slowly I put the collar on him. Just in time, because the limo has come to a stop. A couple moments later, my door is open. I get out. To Julian he says, "Crawl out this way, Julian," and Julian obeys him. Interesting . . . .
I help him take the last couple steps so that his bare feet land on the beautiful tiling and not on the dirty road. He thanks me. "We walk right in. They knew we're here. I'll follow you." And so we do, past the maître d', through a carpeted corridor that apparently runs between different sets of dining rooms. Our is country-Western, surprise, surprise. I'm glad I wore the vest. It goes well with Julian's collar.
Awesome atmosphere. "It's a steakhouse but you can order just about anything and they'll get it for you."
"Steak is fine. After that ride in the car, I'm in the mood to chew on something."
He makes big eyes at me, amused. His smile is one of God's works of art. We're seated at a comfortable table in a somewhat private alcove. There's a golden card at our places with a message. "In order to simplify things, all diners are treated as equals regardless of their appearances or status within their dining parties." I chuckle when I see it.
"In the final analysis we're all here to enjoy an excellent meal. No distinctions. Do you want 12 or 16 ounces?" I go for the big one. We have wine. Julian does all the ordering, and this seems strange considering he's the collared one. Everyone acts as if its completely ordinary. At table we're equals, even if the exquisitely collared and barefoot boy is my slave, so to speak. Or maybe it would be better if I just said "a slave." If that's what he's going to turn out to be. Damn, I sure wish I could meet his roommates, especially the one who saw me at the Shaft the other night.
"I know it's been over half a year, but aside from the obvious, you look like you've changed in very good ways. Self-confident, assured, clear, to say nothing of being courageous enough to ride through the streets of New York City totally naked to meet a man you know has a reputation for being a Dom. I wonder how it's all come to pass, especially as concerns the obvious."
"To tell you the truth, Dave, it's always been part of me. In fact, when we were kids, a few of us boys used to play master/slave games all the time. Sometimes we make up some kind of a battle and the losers would become the slaves, or kidnap scenarios, things like that. A lot cheesier than just playing cops and robbers. But we did that too, even made a cell we could lock the victim in."
"I bet you were usually the slave," I said with a wink to Julian. "Pretty much." And we'd all swim naked, se we had no secrets from each other concerning our bodies---but that wasn't really an issue back then. Once when we were playing that I was the slave they were talking about keeping me naked . . . . but it never . . "
"Never happened then but now you're reliving it."
"Indeed. None of it ever involves work. The Firm placed me with these two men because we don't work together at all. The Firm told me it was a perfect match. Then one night, one of them—Todd—had a sub over and I walked in on him when he was naked, much to his embarrassment. We talked about it later. One thing led to another. They told me about their scene and then about knowing you, and about how you're all into the same type of things. Then one time I was getting out of the shower and I heard the two of them talking in the living room so I just took a deep breath and walked out into the room naked, leaving my towel behind."
"that must have gotten quite a reaction."
"And then some!"
They brought our dinners, so we took a break and concentrated on this scrumptious meal.
So that's the end of the first chapter. Tell me, have you ever been in a CMNM scenario?
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