Sometimes a boys gotta...

Well my trip is going splendidly. In Munich at the moment, and have spent the past weeks or so in Amsterdam, Brussels, Paris, and London. Now, I know I promised I would be taking this time to finally post my IML experience…but at this point it really was too long ago. Even if I was able to remember everything in the crazy fucking weekend (no problem, right?) I still wouldn’t be able to relive the way I felt. I would only be able to write a silhouette of the experience. Now I know you voyeurs out there would be fine with me just giving even a limited account of the intense CBT session at CHC, or the thirty minute throat fucking I got right before I left, or any of the other play I got heheh. But sadly, my heart (nor any organ) is really in it.
There are some things I do want to post about though. In this post, I wanted to share a recent experience I had that only highlighted the importance of being able to stand up for yourself and hold your ground (especially as a boy or a sub). It started when I met a sinfully attractive man at IML. An incredible massage and delicious pit sniffing later, I found out he lived in NYC and got his card. We’ll call him Steve.
Two days before I left for Europe, Steve and I got together for lunch. The food, the company, and even the weather were all perfectly enjoyable (I happen to like showers). I had no agenda at all in terms of what would happen after lunch, and, as usual, was ready to wait for his cues. Sure enough, after lunch we went back to his place. ^ _ ^
When we got there I met his partner, whose name I honestly don’t remember so there is no need to make up a fake one, hehe. We only met briefly, as he was leaving to run an errand. Which left the house free for Steve and I. ^ _ ^
There was kissing. There was “lets get you out of those wet clothes”. It was lovely. I believe at lunch we had discussed the possibility of a haircut, and Steve offered to do it for me. I got in his tub and he buzzed my head with no guard (the shortest I ever had), after some debate as to the styling. Steve wanted a high and tight for me, but I wanted to stick with my standard buzz. In the end, I won out (it was, after all, my head).
However, the more Steve looked at it the more he wanted to shave it. And he playfully tried to persuade me to shave the sides. I remained stalwart. I just think that look would be much to extreme for me. Besides, I like having some hair.
It was around then (as I was about to shower off), that Steve’s partner came back. Steve told him about my stalwart refusal to shave, and they laughed. It was all perfectly light hearted. However, his partner then started to get a little pushy. He suggested Steve gag me and do it anyway (playfully), which I laughed off. And I started to shower.
As I showered, I felt Steve’s partner start to rub the back of my head. It took me a second to realize he had shaving cream on his hands. As I turned around I saw him reaching for a razor. I forced a laugh and said no thanks. Then he applied some pressure to my soldier, and reached for the back of my head with the razor.
And that, loyal readers, is when he crossed the line. I grabbed the razor hand right below the wrist and applied pressure. This was not just a symbolic gesture. He continued to reach for my head and I had to forcibly hold him at bay. The partner’s voice remained humored, but I became dead serious. I told him to stop, and he didn’t really listen at first. It wasn’t until Steve (who to his credit instantly realized a line had been crossed) told him to stop that the man let up. He put down the razor and said “Oh well” as he left the bathroom and I continued to shower.
I was so angry in the shower that I was shaking. Steve had tried to convince me to shave my head, but he knew when to stop. This man, whose name I did not even know, who I had met him for roughly five seconds, who knew ABSOLUTELY nothing about me; took the approach of a 40’s era romance star. “Her mouth says no, but her eyes say yes”. No. My mouth said no. My eyes said no. My hands said no. And I was ready to use every muscle in my body to say no if need be.
And this is a perfect example of the authority a boy and a sub must exhibit sometimes. The more you develop a relationship with a special man, the more you can let yourself cater to his whims and desires. But during this courting phase, and particularly during this “I just met you five minutes ago phase”, a boy needs to stand up, say no, and apply some muscle if need be.