"Dom Dave's boi julian"
Chapter 3. The Disciplinarian
After we finish eating, I ask Julian to tell me more about what happened "They were so pleased that I had the courage do to that. They helped me realize the meaning of it all and about CMNM situations. I stayed that way with them and we began discussing what they're into and about how I feel about myself. I discovered that I liked being the one naked guy. Yes, it did make me feel inferior to them as well, and that was also cool—or, well, hot, actually!"
"So did they pick up on your potential to be a sub?"
"Of course they did. They also made me tell them in detail about my first time, about losing my virginity to you. They helped me realize that since you're a Dom you naturally started taking charge and I willingly went along with all of it. I kept protesting that I had to. I didn't know what I was doing. But they wouldn't accept that."
I had to ask this to satisfy my curiosity: "If this is too personal just let me know, but I'm wondering if they make use of you sexually now that all the cards are on the table."
He blushes. "One of them—Todd—does sometimes. Only bj's though, and he's gentle with me. He talks a lot about fucking--or even raping—my face some night, but he's never like that with me. Lets me control the entire act. Pretty much like you did when..."
I interrupt. "... that wouldn't happen now, let me tell you, boy. Not when your body hair has been shaved off and they're thinking about keeping you naked all the time. No, the next time I decide to use you—if there is a next time—I intend to really use you just the way I would do with any slave."
I know that turned him on. I could hear it in his breath.
"they've started making up rules, trying things out with me to see if they'd work out."
"And do they?"
"Not always. They had this one rule that I had to ask permission to jerk off . . . but I couldn't wait . . . . The one about being naked is fine now."
"Any others?"
"I'd rather not say." The blush intensifies.
"that's perfectly fine, boy. You set the limits. Always. And by the way, just in case it's crossed your mind, or theirs, I am not in the market for a permanent slave."
He smiles, relieved, I think. "Nor am I,," he says, chuckling. "I'm glad we got that out of the way. However, . . "
---"However, what else did they tell you?"
"To show you what a good sub I'm learning to be," he answers, almost robotically.
---"I'll keep that in mind, but not for tonight. Unfortunately. I made plans for later. I never imagined things would turn out this way with you. I figured that by now you were probably some horny young pup running wild around town."
"I never run around, Dave. They come to me. Todd or Zach bring them." ---Holy shit! "Really? Like you're some kind of a whore they're pimping for? Are they making money off your ass? Are they treating your home as a bordello with you as the whore?"
Silence, but I can hear him thinking. . . . "I guess they probably are, because I'm living there rent-free. The Firm owns the unit."
--I chuckle to myself It's not really rent free. They're finding all sorts of ways to train this boy even without using the specific jargon. He's naked when they want him to be. He sucks one of them off, and apparently has sex with whoever they tell him to. I decide to point out what is obvious to me. "I hope you realize that this is only the beginning," I tell him, using my Daddy voice.
"I guess, until I draw the line. But you're right. They both shaved me this afternoon, telling me they were `getting you ready for you,' Dave. Then that whole scene in the car, naked. Not knowing how you'd react."
---"And I'm sure there are other things they're planning for you as well. You set the pace for now, but they already have a map outlined, a map of your journey to become a faggot slave. You can deny this if you want, but you have no reason not to trust me about this, knowing what you know about me now. I can see what they're doing. And I also see that you're thriving. You're an entirely different person now than when I first met you."
He's quiet for a while. I know he's processing it all. "Thanks, Dave. For caring for me so much that you would tell me this even if it meant I wouldn't want anything to do with you again."
---"that's right, boy. I am a risk-taker. And just so you know, even two years ago I never had tried any of this. Now I know."
"know what, Dave?"
---"Now I know . . . . what I know about myself . . . . . and how it doesn't mean that I'll turn out to be a brute."
He laughs out loud. "Brute," he bursts out. "You are the fucking least brute-type person I have ever met. But it doesn't mean you're a wimp. I'll never forget how smooth you were when you picked me up that night."
---"Like I said, risk-taker. Either I'd win or I'd lose. Both of us." "Well we both won. You've had more impact on my life than anyone I've ever met and I'll never stop thanking you for it. So if you ever want to work me over just for your own pleasure or break me into being your slave, you can have me. I really mean this, Dave."
---"Did they order you to say that?"
He blushes again. "Yes, Sir." Yes, I said I didn't want him to call me Sir. But now, considering everything, it's just appropriate for him to call me that.
---I push for more information: "Have they started punishing you for anything, Julian—corporal punishment, for example?"
He inhales quickly. "Um . . . we've talked about it but that's all so far. I'm not sure . . . . "
---"You're probably going to have to let it happen to find out what it does for you or to you."
"Maybe you could be the first, Sir?"
---"would you like that? Me to be the first to take you over my knee?"
A quiet voice says, "I think so, sir." I can hear the nervousness in his voice.
---"Well then, talk to Todd and Zach about it. See what they have to say. Get used to the idea that you shouldn't be making sexual decisions on your own. Not about this stuff. Let them decide who will the first man to whip your ass.."
"Yes, Sir, although I get nervous when you say whip' my ass instead of just spank' me."
---"Understood. I mostly prefer using the word `whip.' It's more evocative. And it obviously had that effect on you. I could see how you started quivering when you heard me say it."
---"Yes, Sir. It is powerful word."
We're pretty quiet the rest of the time we spend together. I make him get naked in the limo again and I edge him all the way home. When the limo stops at my house, before I get out, I tell him "If I owned you, this would be the perfect time to lock up that cute dick in a cage so the orgasm you've been hoping for would never get to happen. That's how I like to break a faggot and make him understand that only real men get to cum whenever they want. . Don't forget that, boy."
"I...I won't, Sir," he calls out from the limo. I turn and look down. He's still in the same position with his legs still spread and his dick still hard.
---I take pity on the boy: "Take your shirt and hold it over the head of your dick, Julian."
He does so. ---"So now, boy, I've decided to let you cum. Get ready for it. . . . . .okay, CUM NOW!!!!!"
I stay to see the look on his face. It's an explosive orgasm after being edged, and therefore probably be painful at first. Sure! That's what I see. He's wincing! I bet he remembers that orgasm for the rest of his life, the night he first admitted it to me that he thinks of himself as my slave.
Feeling very satisfied, I got out and made my way inside the house. What an amazing evening!
A week later Julian called to let me know Todd and Zach decided that they didn't want to spank him themselves because it might by too intense to introduce that into their living space. "I have something to ask you about, Dave, but first I want you to know that this was entirely my idea, not theirs. I told them about it and they gave me their permission to ask you for what they say I need."
---"Okay. That's all clear. I'm glad you asked for permission. I suggest that you should never do anything on your own without a Dom's permission—for example, one of the three of us. So what is this thing that you decided on your own you want to ask for?
"Would you be willing to spank me?"
---"I told you I'd give you your first spanking if it was okay with them. So sure. When do you want it to happen?
"No, there's more than that, Dave. It's not just my first spanking. It's spankings. Plural."
---"So bringing you along, breaking you in, so to say?"
"More than that. Todd gave me a word to use. To be my, um... disciplinarian."
---"I should probably speak to Todd about this more to see exactly what he was getting at."
"He explained it. That since you're a big part of my life, I'll tell you everything that goes on if you think I deserve to be disciplined or punished for something, you'll take care of it. He said he could even imagine they're upset with me about something I did or didn't do, so they send me to you to be punished for that as well. It's just they don't want that kind of relationship with me. It would ruin things. We really like living together and don't want to spoil it."
---"He makes good sense about that, Julian. It would have been a big mistake. Really complicate things. It makes me feel good to know they're careful and considerate of you, honoring your needs to become a sub. It shows how trustworthy they are, at least in my eyes. And you should realize that as well, boy."
"Oh I do, Sir, I really do. They told me they had a couple friends who would be happy to `break me in,' but I thought of you and they said it was an excellent idea. Then they explained about the whole disciplinarian idea."
---"And you're convinced you need to be under a disciplinarian, that you will always need to be someone who will have that power to use corporal punishment on you. I want to make this perfectly clear, boy. You're an adult and yet you realize that you are meant to be more of a boi than an adult. At work you are an talented and productive adult. At home and even with other people in your life who know your secrets, you're a boy. You will always be a boy. You will always be subject to punishment if you upset your Superiors, who are all your betters." Heavy sighs.
"that just got me hard, Dave."
---"Are you naked?"
"Yes, Sir. Oh, I didn't tell you. Now I'm always naked here, even when they have friends over. All their friends are into this as well or are used to being around naked bois at Firm events."
---"Good. I figured that would happen eventually. Now, as for being hard. Don't touch it."
"No, Sir. Oh, and they've been talking about caging me."
---"Already? I'm impressed."
"They found out I jerk off a lot."
---"Are they curtailing it at all? Because if they aren't, I will." "Just a little, Sir. A day at a time."
---"And is this a jerkoff day or not?"
"It is, Sir."
---"Well then, Julian, now it isn't. Understand?"
Breath. "Yes, Sir. I'll try."
---"If you fail you'll be punished, boy. Now as for that first spanking . . . . let it be soon. My place or yours?"
"Yours, please, Sir? Not here. Tonight? Tomorrow night? Whatever, Dave."
---"Fine. Then let's do it tonight. Call a car. Get right over here. Don't shower. You can shower here right before I spank you."
"On my way, Sir." click!
Disciplinarian. Hmmm... Damn I'm so glad I picked this guy up that night in Atlanta.
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