- Chastity
So this is what they wanted to ask me:
Zach begins. "We've been asked—told, rather--to hand off the boy's chastity to someone outside the Firm to supervise, someone who would understand and who could be depended on to put the kids' best interests before all else while also making sure he's well aware he's being trained to become a slave.. Someone like you."
". . . that's what we're asking, my friend." Todd gets to the point. "We need someone to Master the boy without actually being his Master. Someone who understands what it takes to exercise authority along with affection and admiration. Someone who can make humiliating demands on the boy without doing it simply for selfish means. When Julian told us how you had edged him in the limo but then finally allowed him to cum, and how you'd gotten him to ask you to punish him for actual things he'd done wrong in his life long before he ever met you, we knew you were the right person to handle it. We're not asking you to make the boy your personal slave any more than we're interested in doing it ourselves. Like Zach said: service without ownership."
"Nonetheless, The Firm simply will not allow this valuable asset—and that's what we think he is, an superb asset in fact—to end up being collared and officially enslaved by any outside party. Ultimately, The Firm will determine any bond like that, but it's far into the future until we're sure just how much potential the future slave has. Most Firm slaves aren't enslaved by a Master until their late thirties."
"So, let me get this straight. You're saying that the boy will never be owned exclusively by one Master, you want me to serve as his disciplinarian—which I've already agreed to do, and gladly. Now you're also want me to control his chastity but without locking him into a cage. Do you really believe I can exert that much control over the kid without there being a constant possibility that he could just cheat when I'm not around?"
Todd looks to Zach who nods agreement. "Dave, the boy is already in love with you. We don't believe he'd have it in him to try to deceive or cheat you in any respect. You're our best resource as far as this is concerned. I hate to make it all sound so transactional, but let's face it. This is the best way to frame the entire matter. Julian is itching to have you become his Master. And yet we can't allow that to happen. At least this way, he can at least experience a lot of what it means to have a Master. to put it another way, you're kind of like the training wheels on his bicycle long before we—or he---is ready to set out without this support."
What am I to make of this? And why the fuck is it so strangely appealing to me? I decide to come clean about Donovan. "I have to tell you, guys, that I'm not living out your `service without ownership' way of playing the game. Just recently I've begun working with a subject who I'm seriously considering making my permanent slave living with me and serving me in all things. I'm not interested in Julian that way, sure. But I am interested in owning a slave. I'm not like you or the others in your Firm."
"All the better, Dave! This is perfect. We couldn't possibly find anyone willing to exert this much control over a sub without wanting to own him outright. You're just what we're looking for. Take all the time to think this over, but please give it careful consideration."
"On one condition."
"Name it," says Todd.
"You tell the boy that we've met and have agreed that from now on, he will need to ask me for permission to masturbate."
They look to each other and nod. "Agreed," they say, greatly relieved. "This will help the three of us live together more simply. We will no longer have any jurisdiction over the boy's sexual behavior other than keeping him naked. We appreciate your willingness to assume more authority over the boy."
Something else comes to mind. "I have a question. Julian told me that you bring men in for him to serve and have talked about sending him to others. It sounds like you're pimping him out but for free. My question is what happens then? It seems he'd end up cumming more than I might want to allow."
Zach chuckles. "When a boy serves any Dom or Master, the standard agreement is that the boy doesn't get to cum unless it happened anally by accident. There are exceptions, but not at this stage of the game. All the slave's orgasms have to be allowed by you."
Wow. Why am I so pleased about all this? Sure, I want to be part of Julian's life, but I never thought things would get to this point. Don't forget that those first couple of nights with him in Atlanta were totally vanilla and I had absolutely no intention of giving the boy any reason to suspect that I was actually a Dom. Now he knows we're not just fuck buddies. Now he's subject to me.
Julian calls me at 11 that night. "Hello, Sir. Todd let me know the new arrangement. I'm calling to ask for permission to relieve myself, Sir."
"When's the last time you jerked off, boy?"
"Two nights ago, Sir. They wouldn't let me do it yesterday."
"Are you hard right now, Julian?"
"Yes, Sir. Really need to take care of it, Sir. Please?"
The very thought that this boy is probably on his knees begging me for permission to do what most guys his age do all the time thrills me. The fact that it's Julian who's begging makes it all the more delicious.
"You really don't need what you think you need, boy. You don't need cheap selfish pleasure. You need to realize that your craving for pleasure is unbecoming for a boy like you. You need to stop thinking about that dick, boy. If I had my way, it would be locked up and you'd be much better off than you are now. Just listen to yourself, Julian begging me to stroke yourself like some horny college boy who's free to do whatever he wants. You are not that type of boy. You should start feeling really ashamed of yourself for wanting to cum like real men."
Silence.
"How can I stop myself from wanting it, Sir?"
"You can't. But you CAN stop yourself from thinking you have a right to an orgasm. No, you do not have my permission to touch yourself, Julian. The next time I let you jerk off will be here with me watching you do it."
"then Sir, may I come to see you now? Please?"
"It will be midnight by the time you get here, Julian. Don't you have work in the morning?"
"Yes, Sir, but I'll have trouble falling asleep if I can't jerk off tonight."
"Well then, get yourself over here, boy. Bring what you need for work tomorrow. You'll sleep here after I let you cum and then lick it up. AND I'm going to be beathing your ass while you stroke your miserable slave dick. And from now on you'll always eat your load, boy. So go ahead, call for a car."
"thank you, Sir. I'll get there as quickly as possible."
It only takes 35 minutes. The kid lucked out and was able to get an Uber right away. He looks really sheepish when he arrives, obviously embarrassed by how desperate he is, obviously experiencing more humiliation than ever before.
"Strip, Julian. Then go into the kitchen. Clean up my supper dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Then come kneel at my feet and ask me for permission to jerk off."
He rushes to the kitchen without a word and I admire the sight of his naked ass and wonder how sore it will be by the time I get done with it. And then I think I'll fuck him after he gets rid of his load. Good. I let him cum. It will be good for him to realize having an orgasm spoils most of the pleasure he'll have from getting fucked, especially after that ass got a sound beating.
Soon he's down in front of me. "Get on all fours, faggot and start stroking." I've got a paddle I just bought. I tested it a bit on myself and it really can hurt. I start spanking his ass while he's jerking himself. , boy. Talk to me while you're doing it. Tell me about the way our relationship is shifting now."
What a sight, him blushing like crazy while he strokes himself. "We were friends before, sir, but now, everything has changed. I'm not your friend any longer, Sir. Now I'm just a boy you spank sometimes. Now I'm just a dirty boy who has to beg you for permission to do what ordinary boys do all the time. OUCH! SIR!"
His voice starts breaking. I go easier on him now so he can finish. "Sir, now you're in charge of my sex. Now you get to watch me do the dirty deed, and oh, Sir, I'm almost ready to spill my load! Please, Sir!"
"Go ahead, faggot. Come here quicky. Shoot it all on my feet. Then get right down to to lick it up and get my feet clean. Don't slack off just because you got to cum or it won't happen again for a long long time. Understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir, anything! It's cumming, Sir. Oh shit!" And with that he shoots several blasts of cum covering my toes and the floor in front of them. What a sight. I go easy on the kid. I let him free to feel every bit of pleasure until finally he settles down and I notice his dick slowly softening until it hangs there with a drop of semen leaking from the tip.
"Clean up your dick with your fingers then put them in your mouth and suck the cum off them."
He does so and it's obvious that he's ready to check out like most boys are after they've cum. Too bad.
"clean up your cum, Julian. I know it's probably the last thing you want to do, but you gotta learn, kid: cheap pleasures come with a price now. You can't just roll over and go to sleep after you shoot your load. NO. That's for free men, not for subs like you. Get down there and suck your cum off my feet then lick them clean."
His agony is exquisite to me. This is really hard for him to do. For an instant, I'm tempted to go easy on him and let him get away without having to lick all of it up. But no, let him suffer his way through this. It will be good for him to realize how determined I am to train him this way. All he can do is accept his fate. Actually, I'm surprised. Back in Atlanta I wasn't really aware he had the potential to be submissive, but then again I didn't have it in mind those nights. It was just sweet sex with a boy who had little experience but who was eager to learn.
"Put each of my toes in your mouth and suck them clean."
I can still sense the reluctance and how hard this is for him. And you know what? I think this is more than enough tonight. I won't fuck him, nor will I punish him any more even though he deserves it. He's had enough. I'll have him suck me off and then I'll reward him with a nice cuddle session before he falls asleep.
"What time to you need to wake up in the morning so you can get to work on time?"
"6, Sir." I can hear how sleepy he is now.
"I'll set my clock for 6. Suck me off now, Julian, and then we'll get some sleep."
He really has to learn to push through his reluctance, but I'll save that for another day. Fortunately for him, I cum quickly after everything that's happened. I'll never forget how much it turned me on to watch him force himself to suck his own semen off my toes.
As he lies in my arms I speak softly to him. "You were a good boy tonight. I made you do things that were very hard for you to do. I probably should punish you for being obviously reluctant to do what I made you do, but I'll let it go for now. It's something we'll have to work on, Julian. You must always appear eager to obey the Superiors in your world no matter what reluctance you may be feeling. You're a slave. You have to learn to push through it. Keep that in mind for the future, Julian."
He's practically asleep now. I let him drift off. He looks like a little boy now and I feel so much tenderness towards him. I realize I was really hard on him tonight but he did well.
In the morning I take pity on him and make coffee while he showers. He's surprised that I'm not still in bed and even more surprised when I hand him a travel mug fixed just the way he likes it before I swat his behind and send him out the door when his car arrives to take him to work.
A couple days later Julian calls me. There's something I'd like to ask you about, Sir, if that's okay?
"Something simple or something we should discuss over dinner?" I ask, since it's been a while since we've gotten together that way, although we had agreed that it could happen from time to time. As dear as the boy is to me, I`m not training him or grooming him as my slave. Nope. I've made that perfectly clear. That's why we could have dinner together with none of that baggage on the table taking up too much room.
He hesitates to answer so I know he's thinking about how to answer me. "Actually, it's just something I'd like to pick your brain about."
"Well then ask. If I think it warrants a large discussion I'll tell you. What's all this about, Julian?"
"I'd like to know what you think. It's about emotions we have that sometimes we have no control over or are involuntary."
I have no idea where this is leading. "Continue," I suggest. "Give me examples if you can."
"Well, like falling in love. We can't just decide to do it. It just happens, sometimes when we least expect it. And if it does happen, it's very hard to turn off. Happened to me twice in college and made me miserable because the guys were straight."
"That's happened to all of us at times, I'd venture to say. So is that what this is about? Falling in love?"
"Not really, Sir. But things like that. Reactions or emotions that come up in us without our consenting or thinking them up. Like sudden anger, for example."
"Where is this going, Julian? I think we should be discussing this at dinner. Check your calendar and let me know when. I'm open every night next week except Tuesday."
"What about tonight?"
That surprises me. Three nights ago he was licking his own cum off my feet. I raise the issue.
"It's entirely possible, Julian, but consider what you were doing with me just a few nights ago. Are you sure you've recovered to speak with me more casually than as a slave?"
"Maybe not, Sir, but what I need to talk about is coming up because of that night. Please, Sir?"
"Then say no more, Julian. You'll come round to get me?"
"Would 6:30 be okay?"
"Fine. Only one thing, Julian."
"What's that, Sir?"
"Have your clothes on in the limo."
He laughs out loud. "Three piece suit, Sir. Highbrow place this time."
"Check."
So I wonder what this is all about.
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