- The Dinner Date
6 pm. I'm showered and dressed and looking forward to seeing Julian again, especially since he's really got me intrigued about this line of questioning he's opened up. I don't have a clue where it's heading or what it's about, especially since he told me that it's somehow related to what happened the other night when I was pounding quite a bit of humiliation onto him, and then threatening him with punishment for his reluctance to obey me promptly and eagerly a couple of times. Told him it was something we needed to work on. Hmmm... and now he's questioning me about voluntary and involuntary emotions and reactions . . . . hmmmm. interesting indeed.
The limo arrives. Always top of the line on these types of evenings since, as I told you before, the Firm foots the bill for what it considers to be mandatory mentoring opportunities
Once again I'm breathless at his beauty, so well-healed and proper in his well-tailored suit and yet still a babe in the woods, not because of the way he looks tonight but because of everything I've come to know about him. I immediately realize that there's a good chance he'll have to blow me after dinner on the way back here, or even better, come upstairs and offer me his ass like a good sub. But first, let's see how the conversation goes.
"This is perhaps the most expensive steak-house in the entire city," I tell him. "Are you sure you can put this meal on your expense account?"
"I don't need to. The Firm has an account here and prefers us to take advantage of it rather than establishments where we need to use credit cards. As a matter of fact, I was reminded of this possibility the other day because I've never been here yet. I considered that almost an order."
"Just like any good sub should. Suggestions to boys like you should always be considered direct orders."
He blushes. Maybe it's because the boy pouring our water overheard what I just said.
"Speaking of involuntary emotions," I say. "You're blushing. That's as involuntary as well. But there's still something that provoked it. Can you tell me what it is?"
He laughs nervously. "It was when I saw the look on the busboy's face when you said what you said. It was saying "so you're a faggot, eh?"
"Oh. So a bit of pride was getting rubbed off. Is a spanking in order?"
"From what you've told me, Sir, a spanking is always in order."
"Good response. So let's get back to our conversation. Last time you gave anger as an example of involuntary reactions."
"Yes, Sir. Something that can't be prevented from happening when, say, we see some being unnecessarily cruel to someone else."
"Or hear of a terrible tragedy caused by a corporation's greed," I offer. "there are a great many causes for involuntary anger. Is it really a good example for you to use to get to the point of all this questioning?"
"Probably not, Sir. No, definitely not. I'm sorry, I didn't think that through well enough. I'm speaking of something involuntary but very normal."
"And your question?"
"Should a sub be disciplined or punished for having an involuntary feeling or thought?
"Such as?"
"Such as reluctance to do something, Sir, like what happened the other night that you said needs to be corrected."
"You're referring to the fact that I asked you to suck my cock and you were reluctant because you were so exhausted."
He blushes again. "Yes, Sir. Precisely that. But I did push through and think I did a good job, Sir?"
"You certainly did, Julian. As good as ever."
"Would you say that I should have been punished for that particular instance, Sir?"
Same busboy is putting our meals in front of us and gets another earful, this time from Julian.
"This is a very fine point, Julian, and far too intricate for you to be able to negotiate right now at your stage of training. I frequently have to remind myself that you're still a novice."
"But should I have been punished even though I pushed through and did a good job?"
"three years from now, definitely, but not now. So no, Julian. A slave doesn't deserve to be punished for having an involuntary emotion. However, a seasoned slave most certainly would deserve a whipping if it showed even the slightest sign of that reluctance—which is what you did that night. You made it perfectly clear that you were pushing yourself despite the fact that you were so tired you wished you didn't have to do it. I could read you loud and clear that time, boy."
He toys with his food.
"And right now you're showing me that you're completely embarrassed by what I just told you. Another involuntary emotion that I provoked by what I said. Correct?"
"yes, Sir. May I ask how I showed you I was embarrassed?"
"because you began picking at your food where before you were eating with obvious appetite."
He chuckles. "Caught red-handed, Sir."
I chuckle as well to lighten up the mood or I'm going to start picking at my food as well.
"So let me summarize if I can, Julian. We all experience involuntary emotions and some of them can be very powerful at times. It's normal and is to be expected. Follow me so far?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Okay. Now when in polite or even professional situations, as we mature most of us learn enough self-discipline and self-control not to give away the fact that we're, says, embarrassed, or angered, or annoyed, or simply reluctant to go along with whatever's being proposed or requested of us."
"Like when a sub learns not to show that he really doesn't like one of the Dom's friends?"
"Prefect example. So, you see, all of us sometimes find ourselves in situations where we have to stifle emotions, hide them, force ourselves not to act on them. Like for example when a nine-year-old boy is told to stop doing something so he storms off letting everyone in the house know he's pissed off."
"And sometimes he'd be punished for that if his parents are strict."
"Yes. Now consider what this means for a sub or slave under strict discipline. Can you see that a sub has got to learn to stifle all of it, all the negative stuff even more than ordinary free men? It's all part of the humiliation of being a sub or slave. And, of course, even more is expected of slave and slaves tend to be punished more severely than inexperienced subs would be for the same offense."
He gets quiet again and I'm pleased to see that he's deliberately eating as well as before.
"Humiliation. It's humiliating, having too much put on us."
"And if you were my slave I would most likely hit you for feeling sorry for yourself. You're going to become a slave, dammit. Of course there's a lot put on you. Of course it's often not fair. Tough."
He gets quiet again and that's just fine.
"thank you, Dave. You've given me a lot to think about."
"So, Julian, make sure you show no reluctance when we get back to my place and I tell you to come upstairs with me so I can fuck you." Immediately, Julian looks around to see if the busboy heard that remark. No. He looks relieved.
"Yes, Sir. Please use me for your pleasure any way you want tonight."
"good boy. And just to make your offer more meaningful I want you to know that you may not masturbate tonight when you get back home. Tonight you serve me like a slave. It's all about my pleasure and you get nothing back in return except for what it feels like to get fucked by one of the Doms in your life."
He has an impish smile on his face.
"Please, Master, enjoy this faggot's ass. That's the only thing that matters."
"You haven't been told to call it a pussy or a cunt, boy?"
"No, Sir. Actually it's forbidden. Any form of feminization for those of us who were never effeminate when they found us."
I must say I'm pleased with how he's getting more comfortable telling me things like that. It's just one of those things I have to deal with. Personally I often call a butch slave's ass his "pussy" because it insults everything he's ever thought of his own manhood. In fact, on our way up to my flat, I put my hand on the back of his neck and say "get naked the minute we get in the door. go clean yourself out for me then and lube it up.
The dear boy sighs deeply and starts to strip off his suit. I enjoy the unveiling and quickly remove mine as well while Julian is in the bathroom doing what a good sub does before offering himself to his Master.
In time he comes out on all fours, head lowered, and follows me into the bedroom. "Up on the bed on your back, faggot. Hold those legs up and let me see that hole."
I've never seen him this way before and it's clear he hasn't done it much himself. "That's not good enough. I can't see it. You have to slide down a bit more and then pull your legs back until you feel real tension."
Better. I'm tempted to use a dildo on him first but no, I'm too eager to breed the boy. I use my fingers first to open him up more and make it less painful when I press myself into his body.
"Okay, Julian. Get ready for me. You've been a good boy so I'll take you slowly."
And I do just that and he moans and then says "thankyou, thank you, thank you, Master Dave, for everything you do to help me become a good slave. thank you, Master Dave, for enjoying my hole, for training and breaking me. oh wow you feel so good, Sir."
He keeps up a long monologue that he must have read somewhere, or maybe Zach taught him. I still find it hard to believe that neither of them ever fucks this boy. At least he hasn't told me that one of both of them have started using him that way. We'll have to discuss it some other time.
You know, of all the ways a slave can be fucked, this is the one that I think is the most invasive, the one where the sub deliberately holds himself in the most vulnerable way possible. If this were Donovan beneath me I'd be working a lot harder—spitting and slapping to drive home the fact that he's meant to be treated that way. I guess I could do the same thing to Julian---oh fuck, sure I could---but no, that's not the way I want to be with this precious young men. It's enough that I'm fucking him this way tonight instead of the more romantic ways I usually do it, or even just by making him mount me and do all the work.
No. This is enough. This will keep the boy remembering that our relationship has shifted considerably since those nights in Atlanta. Now the boy gets taken. He's forced to display himself in the most humiliating way possible, in way where he has no possible way of fighting off whatever invasion I want to inflict on him. The only thing that could be worse would be if I fucked him this way while there were cane welts across his ass. But no. I'll save that for Donovan Lamb. Julian isn't meant to feel the excruciating bite of a Master's cane. Julian is meant to be loved into service.
This is more than enough tonight for Julian. Not only am I fucking his body now, but I've also spent a good part of the evening fucking his mind and spirit as well. And it's all for a good cause. Somewhere there's a young Master out there who is going to enjoy owning this kid lock, stock and barrel. I just hope The Firm will make sure he'll be in good hands. They won't want him to come to any harm. They'll want him to be a happy slave, for happy slaves tend to be far more productive than ordinary guys who are mainly interested in advancing their careers. That's not for Julian. Julian's main preoccupation will always be to serve his Masters to the best of his ability, no matter what it means, no matter what it demands of him.
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