One Shots (MxM)

Fiz and Andrew meet- Andrew "You should really just try to find a sub that you really like so you can stop f*****g your way through the whole club. I let everyone sleep with who they want to, but it's getting excessive how easily you'll drop a sub." Dax grumbles. He's always had this attitude that he's better than everyone and although it's true, it still sucks to always be labeled as the more immature and reckless friend. That's why I like being a dom so much. I'm not immature or reckless when I take a sub to my playroom. I'm thought out and careful, and I never push them too far no matter how badly I want to. For a long time I thought I was really f****d up for enjoying the things I enjoy, but since Dax opened this club and I learned more about sadism, I realized just how normal it is. A ton of people like tying up little twinks and torturing them until they're sobbing and begging you to stop. The subs I find here can't satisfy me so I just f**k them once or twice and toss them aside in hopes for one that can withstand more pain. "Fine. If you want me to find a sub then consider it done." I respond, standing to walk over to a group of about four sexy subs dressed in tiny clothing. None of them have collars. I walk closer and smirk at them when I stop. Two blondes, a redhead, and a brunette. My bets are on the redhead. They're always pretty frisky. "I have a question for you boys." "Yes, sir?" The brunette responds. His skin is only a bit lighter than mine and his hair is a bit curly so I'm betting he's biracial. "Are any of you masochists?" "I-I am, sir. Sawyer too." The redhead says, gesturing to the blonde with longer hair. Teagan called dibs on him so I wouldn't touch him with a 10 foot pole. "You'll do fine, I guess. Would you like to do a scene with me." The redhead blushes and looks down at the ground before nervously nodding. "Great. Follow me." I say, leading him back to the cup area. I take my seat next to Dax and the small boy kneels in front of me. "That's not what I meant." Dax points out, but I roll my eyes. "I don't really care. I just want someone to torture and the subs here are all too vanilla to handle me." I complain, reaching my hand down to run my fingers through the boy's hair. I look down at him and push his head closer to my crotch. "Suck my cock." He looks surprised and blushes brighter, shifting awkwardly. "R-Right here, Sir? In front of people." "That's what I said, Isn't it?" I respond, and he sighs. "Y-Yes, but I'm not very comfortable with that." I sigh and lean back in my seat, letting go of him before making a shoo motion with my hand. "You're dismissed." "What?" "Do you have a hearing problem?" "No, sir. I just... you don't want to do a scene anymore?" "If you can't suck me off then what makes you think you can handle having me belt you until you're crying so much that you're can't see and your body goes numb?" I ask rhetorically, leaning closer to look down at him amd give him a condescending smile. "I no longer require your services, so you're dismissed." He looks embarrassed, and his eyes even seem to be watering, but he just stands up and excuses himself before leaving. "You can't be so rude to them, Andrew. You have a serious attitude problem." "There's nothing wrong with my attitude. I just know what I want and he didn't have it. That kid couldn't last a second in my playroom and you know it." "Well-" He trails off when a cute boy walks into our area. His brown hair is so dark that it's nearly black, and his green eyes seem to sparkle a bit in the light. What shocks both of us is when he walks towards me and kneels in front of me perfectly. He sinks to his knees gracefully and clasps his hands behind his straight back with his chin forward and eyes down. He doesn't say a word, so I choose to speak first. "Excuse me?" "I'm Fizzle Aldridge and I'm 21 years old and I heard what you said to the guys over there, and I want to do a scene with you if you're interested, Sir." He announces, keeping his submissive pose. I laugh a little bit. "Your name is Fizzle?" "Yes, Sir." I laugh softly before biting my lip to keep myself from sounding like more of a d**k. "I'm not calling you that." I think for a moment before snapping my fingers when I come up with something else. "I'll call you Soda Pop. Get it? Because a can of soda fizzles." I shake my childish thoughts out of my head before getting more serious. I lean down and brush the tip of my nose against the shell of his ear. "One of the guys you saw me talking to just disappointed me, so I expect you to do better, got it?" "Yes, Sir." I like verbal responses, so it's good that it comes naturally to him. He's only 2 years younger than me too. His body is very sexy as well. Maybe I can test him and get a good look at the same time. "Strip." I tell him, leaning back against the couch while watching. He doesn't hesitate to stand up and start unzipping his small shorts. He's not wearing anything underneath, so that's a plus. He takes his shoes off as well, folding everything before putting it in a neat pile before standing straight up. Alright so he's comfortable with his body and happily takes orders from me. I do want to test him further though. I cross one leg over the other and lean back slightly while trailing my eyes all over his nude body. "Presentation position." He clasps his hands behind his back and moves his feet shoulder width apart before keeping his head straight and letting his eyes drop to the floor. I look over him again with a heated stare as we draw a little attention to our area. He looks embarrassed, but I can see his c**k starting to harden. What a little slut. He's clean shaven everywhere. No facial hair or leg hair. Even his pubes are shaved perfectly. I can see that he's even caught Dax's attention. "If you're nice to me, I might share him with you." I whisper teasingly, earning a typical eye roll from Dax. I stand up and walk to him, noticing how he doesn't get frightened at all and doesn't look up either. I reach my hand out to grab his n****e, squeezing it slightly. He lets out a soft noise and winces, but I ignore it. I walk around him, letting my hand examine the intimate parts of him. I slip a finger inside of him, feeling him tighten around it. He's really tight. If I didn't know any better, I'd guess that he's a virgin. I smack his ass a few times afterwards, watching how it shakes. It's a good size and shape though almost feminine. I walk back to the front of him and move my hand down to stroke his c**k a few times before squeezing it. He yelps slightly, but doesn't move. I lean in and let my tongue trail across the shell of his ear. "I can't wait to break you into tiny little pieces." "Is that what you like, Sir?" I tangle my hand in his hair and yank it so that he's looking me in the eye. "Shut up." He bites his lip, not responding as I let my hand trail all over him. He's taking it well. He knows that people are watching and yet he doesn't focus on them. I'm being mean to him and he takes it very well. I'm touching him all over and he doesn't have any complaints. "You have a nice body. I might actually want you to be my s*x toy." I hum. He breathes deeply, making me smile. "Alright. I'll play with you tonight." I walk back to my seat and sit, patting my lap as if to call a dog. I smirk when he comes to me without complaint. I pull him into my lap and lean back against the seat. "What kind of kinks do you like, Soda Pop? Aside from the obvious exhibitionism, masochism, and degradation." "H-How did you know that I like degradation?" "You let me manhandle you like a s*x doll, and you're c**k got rock hard when I told you to shut up and called you a s*x toy." I point out. I play with a lot of subs so it's basically my duty to know the common signs and subtle hints that a sub gives. I don't have the time to slowly learn about a sub and find out what their tell is, so instead I just make sure I know what I'm looking for. "Right. Aside from that there's not much else, Sir. I prefer a Master/Slave dynamic though. I want a dom to take total control over me. That's why I don't have many preferences. I like for the dom to pick and I'll go along with just about anything." He explains. I smirk at the sound of that, but ask more questions just to be safe. "Hard limits?" "I don't want any bruises on my face, Sir. That's all." He answers. "Really? What if I smack you and don't leave a bruise?" "I'd be okay with that, Sir." "Spit?" I ask. "I'm okay with that too." "Choking?" "Yes. I'm okay with all of that, Sir." "Alright. I want to f**k you, so grab your s**t and follow me." I tell him. He climbs off of my lap to get his things before following me down the hall to my playroom. When we walk in, the mood instantly gets heavier, but I actually like it. It feels Dark and scary. I like being scary. I like seeing fear in a subs eyes when they don't know what I'll do to them next. The walls are white, though it doesn't lighten the mood at all since everything else is black. The bed, the torture devices I have on display, the dresser. Everything. Soda Pop sucks in a sharp breath when the door closes behind him and stands still, waiting for a command. "Put your stuff on the dresser and pick a belt off the wall." I tell him. He moves immediately, placing his things on the dresser before going to the wall to look at the different belts. While he goes through them, I slip out of my pants and pull my hair back into a bun. He walks back to me, holding a belt in his hand. Risky choice. He picked the one that will hurt the most. Maybe he thought it was a test, but honestly, I'm just a little lazy. I sit on the bed and smirk at him. "Over my lap, you little slut." He blushes and looks off to the side before tilting his hand. "Are you right handed or left, sir?" I hum softly. "You're not like any subs I've met. They usually just obey orders, and let the dom deal with the rest, but you seem to really know what you're doing and why as well." "Thank you, Sir." "Well I'm right handed." I answer, taking the belt from him as he lays over my knees with his ass up and on display. He made sure to lay in a position where I can hit him with my dominant hand. He must really love pain. His ass is still red from when I smacked it, but I'm hoping to make it black and blue. I fold the belt in half and rub it against his ass with a little smirk. He seems like he's going to let me make all the decisions, so I'm happy about that. I draw my arm back and swing it forward, hitting him square in his ass with the belt making a loud noise. "Don't tense when I hit you. I like watching your ass jiggle." "Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." "It's alright. What's your stop safeword?" "Disengage." He answers. I swing the belt again, making him moan softly. "Good. Don't bother to tell me to slow down because I won't listen to you. That word is the only thing that will make me stop, got it?" "Yes, Sir." I hit him again. Again. Again. Again. After a while, I put the belt aside and s***k him with my bare hand a few times to lessen his pain. "How many times have I hit you?" "I think 23." "Alright. I'm going to keep going until you can't remember the number." I inform him. He turns his head to look back at me, letting me see his tear stained sheets and the drool coming from his lip. It's pretty sexy actually. I want to make him cry more. I pull my arm back and swing, hearing the belt smack against his skin. That sound is like heaven to me, second only to the scream that comes after it. After a few more hits, I pet his hair. "You remember your safeword?" "I remember it, Sir and I'll use it when I need to, but I don't need it now. You seem to think that none of the subs are at your level." He mentions, looking back at me with his big teary green eyes. "I am, Sir. I can handle whatever you do to me, so stop holding back." I glare at him and hit him again. "Shut up you dirty little w***e. You've got some nerve assuming that I'm holding back." I know what I said, but I can't help but to wonder if he's right. Have I been instinctively holding back? I draw my arm back, focusing entirely on making sure that I use all my strength for this one. I swing the belt and hear a much louder smack. One that makes him scream way louder. "Ah!" He shouts, catching his breath before letting out a moan. "T-That's what I meant, Sir. Please... again." When I pull the belt back, I notice the welt I made that's starting to bleed a bit. I like blood, but a lot of subs don't. "You're bleeding." "That's okay. Please keep going. It feels so good." He's sobbing and screaming each time I hit him, but still begs for more. "P-Please... more." "No. I want to f**k you." I toss the belt aside and pick him up just enough to toss him onto the bed. He doesn't seem to mind the rough treatment. Instead, he just gets on his hands and knees and waits for instructions. I get behind him, pushing his head into the pillows so he's face down, ass up. I look down and see that my length is already rock hard and dripping. He basically told me that I can do whatever I want to him. "Spread your legs." He moves so that his knees are farther apart and his back is arched so that I can get a better view. I smirk and reach over to get lube from the nightstand. "I don't need that, Sir." "I'll tear you if we don't use it." "That's okay, Sir." I roll my eyes at him and and rub my thumb over his hole. He's tight. There's no way I can f**k him without tearing him if we don't use lube. "It's not okay." "Sir, I know that it will tear me, but I don't mind. I'm fine with bleeding too, so just f**k me." I smack his ass and lean over him while grabbing his hair and yanking his head back so that my lips are next to his ear. "If you want to be a slave so bad, then act like one. I already told you that you're nothing more than a s*x toy to me, so you don't get a f*****g say in how I choose to f**k you. Shut the f**k up and just lay there and look pretty. I'm tired of hearing you talk." I let him go and lean back, not hearing a response from him. He puts his cheek against the pillow and lets me do as I please to him. I lean down a bit and spread his ass, spitting on his hole before moving closer to put my tongue in. He moans softly, but I only do it until he's wet enough to take my fingers. If he wants to tear and bleed, I don't care, but I'm not going to let him think that he can tell me what to do. I push two fingers into him, moving them in and out to stretch him. After a minute or two, I take my fingers out and press the tip against his hole. I reach my hand out to grab a handful of his hair before slamming my hips forward while pulling him back. He screams while I move my hips, never giving him the chance to get used to it. I look down and see that he's bleeding. It makes it feel warmer and it's a bit mesmerizing to see the color drip onto my sheets. I move my hips quicker, enjoying the way his tight hole sucks me back in when I pull out. I reach over to grab the belt, using it to wrap around his neck. I don't pull hard enough to choke him, but the pressure of it on his neck is sure to reinforce our roles. I am his Master and he is my slave. He's good. He clenched around me to bring me closer to my peak while simultaneously holding himself back. He moans and shouts, but never tries to take control by moving his hips like some subs do. I may want to play with him again. I thrust into him a few more times before pulling the belt just enough to cut off his breathing while spilling my c*m inside of him. "c*m, Soda pop." He arches his back more and lets out a soft noise while releasing into my sheets. I let go of one side of the belt before tossing it on the floor. I pull out of him and let him collapse on the sheets with a little moan. "Stay put. I'll be right back." I walk into the bathroom and get a few washcloths. I get them damp with warm water and use the first to wipe myself down before taking the other two to him. I wipe the blood off from when I hit him before flipping him onto his back and spreding his legs to wipe the blood from there as well. He stares up at me innocently, making me sigh. "You're a little w***e that just begged me to beat you and f**k you so hard that you tear, so why the f**k are you looking at me like that?" "Like what, Sir? Am I doing something?" He asks, the curious look only making him seem more pure. "You look so innocent. It's annoying." "Sorry, Sir." He answers, making me laugh. "You're a good f**k, so I'll keep you around for a little bit. I want to do so much more than just beat you with a belt." I admit, standing up to get a healing cream from the dresser. "I'm at your service. You can do what you want with me." I flip him over once more to start rubbing the cream onto the welts on his ass. He's going to have trouble sitting for at least a few days. It depends on how fast he heals really. When I finish. I stand up and start to get dressed. "Put your clothes on. I'll get you some food and water, and you can stay in my section for the night." "Thank you, Sir." "Go ahead and call me Master." "Yes, Master."