Matt breathed out slowly and realized he felt more relaxed than he had in a while. Having a master give him clear orders to follow had that effect. Now he could focus on his counterpart, coach him better so he didn't fuck this up for Matt. The lawyer version was making small involuntary-sounding noises of fear, still.
Matt frowned; maybe the lawyer version was upset because of fear of the unknown? Or maybe—
Matt realized it sharply and reached down to break a toe for not thinking of it before. Of course. The lawyer version had been stolen from his rightful owner, that was why he was upset. Matt wouldn't've liked to be stolen, either, so he modulated his voice, made it softer and comforting.
“It's alright,” he said gently. “I don't think this is permanent. Us in the free Matt's apartment wasn't. You won't be stolen for long, and if your owner is as intelligent as you claim, he'll understand that you didn't mean to be stolen, and probably won't punish you too harshly.” Though perhaps 'Foggy' was one of those owners who had nothing but whipping as a punishment? That was stupid.
“Hey,” he said to the lawyer version. “Let me help you calm down. Let me tell you this funny story,” he coaxed. “Once, one of my owners had this son, who was very stupid and very angry that he was failing his exercise science major in college when I had gotten a 4.0 on my Bachelor's. So the son, at a party my owner was throwing, decided to use me in front of everyone, as if that was a real punishment.
“So he had me strip off and bend over the kitchen table, but he was so drunk on cheap beer—Natty Lite, can you believe it—that he couldn't get it up properly. Of course, he decided to blame me, and instead of having me clench harder or milk his cock like a normal person, he grabbed the cattle prod my owner kept for her pet, and jabbed me in the side—when he was still inside me.”
Re: Slave!Matts get swapped into each other's universes
Matt breathed out slowly and realized he felt more relaxed than he had in a while. Having a master give him clear orders to follow had that effect. Now he could focus on his counterpart, coach him better so he didn't fuck this up for Matt. The lawyer version was making small involuntary-sounding noises of fear, still.
Matt frowned; maybe the lawyer version was upset because of fear of the unknown? Or maybe—
Matt realized it sharply and reached down to break a toe for not thinking of it before. Of course. The lawyer version had been stolen from his rightful owner, that was why he was upset. Matt wouldn't've liked to be stolen, either, so he modulated his voice, made it softer and comforting.
“It's alright,” he said gently. “I don't think this is permanent. Us in the free Matt's apartment wasn't. You won't be stolen for long, and if your owner is as intelligent as you claim, he'll understand that you didn't mean to be stolen, and probably won't punish you too harshly.” Though perhaps 'Foggy' was one of those owners who had nothing but whipping as a punishment? That was stupid.
“Hey,” he said to the lawyer version. “Let me help you calm down. Let me tell you this funny story,” he coaxed. “Once, one of my owners had this son, who was very stupid and very angry that he was failing his exercise science major in college when I had gotten a 4.0 on my Bachelor's. So the son, at a party my owner was throwing, decided to use me in front of everyone, as if that was a real punishment.
“So he had me strip off and bend over the kitchen table, but he was so drunk on cheap beer—Natty Lite, can you believe it—that he couldn't get it up properly. Of course, he decided to blame me, and instead of having me clench harder or milk his cock like a normal person, he grabbed the cattle prod my owner kept for her pet, and jabbed me in the side—when he was still inside me.”