Mercy (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter One- Beau Today is the day. I've come to accept that people will always look at me and think that I'm younger than I am, but this club is special. I've never really been to a club before actually, but this isn't one of those clubs where people grind on each other to the sound of sultry music and the scent of hard liquor. This club is the most respected b**m club in the entire state. I can tell by the looks I'm getting that people think I shouldn't be here, but I think I need this. I won't lie. I'm actually a virgin. However, I am far from naive. I read a book about it and quickly got interested in this sort of lifestyle. The dominants respect and care for their submissives. I don't think I've ever been respected or cared for in my entire life. Of course I crave it. "Beau? Are you paying attention?" My head snaps up before I lower my eyes quickly. The dominant who owns the club reviews all requests to join. In order to 'play' at this club you have to be a member. It's his way of keeping everything safe and sound. Master Dax is a big man. He's nearly 6'5, and he may as well be a giant compared to my 4'11. He's interviewing me to see if he believes I'll be a good fit. I want to impress him. Not because I want to have s*x with him, but because I want him to believe in me. "I'm sorry, Sir. My mind just drifted a bit." I admit, looking at my hands which are in my lap. "I asked if you're ready to begin." His voice is deep, but not in a scary way. It's demanding, but not forceful. It's as if he's coaxing me to respond and do exactly as he says. "Yes, Sir." "Full name?" He asks. I hate to start this way. My parents thought it would be funny to give me such a stupid name. "Beau Ty Clarke, Sir." I glance up to see his amused look, but he doesn't comment on it as he continues. "Weight?" "100 pounds, Sir." I confess, beginning to get more and more self conscious. "Height?" He leans back in his chair and taps the pen against the form he's filling out. "5 feet." My voice waivers. He sighs softly and reaches across his desk to tilt my chin up so that I'm looking at him. "I am just a person, Beau. You aren't a member yet so there's no need to keep your eyes down. Was that last answer a lie?" He raises a brow, looking slightly irritated. His lips hold a frown that hasn't tilted up a single time since we met. "Yes, Sir." "Why did you lie?" I know I'm off to a bad start. He already looks angry, but I can't help being self conscious. I nearly got thrown out when I first walked in because they didn't believe that I'm 21. Three different bouncers checked my ID before I was allowed in and even then Master Dax still had me bring my birth certificate today as proof that I'm not some little teenager. "I'm very insecure about my size, Sir. I'm small, and I've always been small. It's nothing I can help really, but I used to get teased about it and it makes me nervous to tell people." I can't believe I actually said that. It's the truth, but it's not like he asked for my whole life story. "I don't tolerate any kind of teasing or bullying in this club. If anyone gives you trouble about that then come to me and I'll deal with them. Now, what's your height?" "I'm 4'11, Sir." These kinds of questions go on for a bit. He asks me about if I'm in school and if I have a job. He even asks me a few short questions about if I've ever been arrested or been in trouble like that. He asks what kind of things I like to do too, but it soon gets into the questions that make my heart beat faster in my chest. "How do you feel about polyamory?" He asks, still looking at me with a stone cold face that gives no hint of emotion whatsoever. "I-I'm sorry, Sir. I'm not sure what that means." I feel a bit dumb. Maybe I should've researched more before coming. "Polyamory is the act of having an intimate relationship with two or more people at the same time." He explains. He doesn't look irritated that I didn't know what that meant, so it eases my nerves a bit. "Oh." I mumble, thinking about the idea of it. Having a s****l relationship with two or more people at once? "That doesn't sound bad, Sir. I'm interested in it." He tilts his head curiously as if he were expecting me to hate the idea. "How many people have you had s*x with?" I blush, clasping my hands together in my lap while staring holes into the floor. "W-Well I haven't... not yet, I mean. I just never-" "You're a virgin." He states, his eyes widening a bit. "What made you want to get into b**m?" "Well, I really like to read and I read a book about it and the thought interested me, so I read more, and eventually decided that I wanted to try it out, so I researched a lot and found your club, Sir. I live close to here actually and it's the most respected b**m club in the whole state." I explain, still fidgeting. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he thinks I'm in over my head. "Right... What makes you think you can handle Doms then? You've never been with someone before and I'll tell you now that having s*x in a b**m relationship is not the best way to lose your virginity." He informs me. Of course I've thought of that. Most Doms aren't romantic. They don't buy their subs flowers and chocolates, but they do care. They put their submissive's safety and pleasure above all else which is what draws me to the idea. "I don't know, Sir. I think I can handle it." "You think or you know? I want you to tell me what makes you want to become a submissive. If it's just for the s*x or a fun experiment to you, then you should leave now. b**m isn't just a kink. It's a lifestyle, and if you choose to be in it then you'll need a reason." I sigh in frustration at his badgering and before I know it, I'm spilling everything to him. "My parents suffocated me with their expectations and lived vicariously through me until I finally had the guts to move out. When I decided to finally do what I want with my life, they stopped caring about me. If I wasn't doing what they wanted then I was nothing to them. I read in those books about Doms that cherished their submissives and respected them. The subs are never expected to do something that they don't want to do, and they're not punished for choosing what's best for them. I just need someone who will look at who I am and care for me unconditionally. Someone who would help guide me, explore my desires, and respect me. That's why I need this, Master Dax." He grins at me, finally showing me some emotion. "That was an amazing answer. Good boy." His praise makes my cheeks red and my smile bigger. He puts the form down and stands to walk around the desk and pet my pastel green hair gently. "I'll accept you. For your first two months I'll place you with a Dominant who will be training you before you're set free in the club. Come back at the same time tomorrow, and I'll have him here for you, okay?" I nod quickly, feeling the excitement seeping into my veins already. I'm going to be trained to be a real submissive. I can please my dom and be taken care of like I want. "Yes, Sir! I won't miss it." After we finish, I stand up and leave his office. I take a look around the club, seeing the way submissives are dressed in very little clothing and dominants are leading them wherever they go. Some Subs are even naked and most are kneeling at their Doms feet. I like the way that the Doms look at their subs. They understand that their submissive is placing full trust in them and they cherish that as if it's a gift. I want something like that. The next thing I know, I'm slamming into a hard chest, spilling his drink down the front of him, and myself. "Damnit, kid!" He shouts, stepping back to look down at the drink dripping down his hard muscular chest and into his leather pants. His skin is very tanned. There's a bit of hair leading down into front of his pants, and I'm sure if they were any lower that his c**k would be visible. "U-Um... I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention and-" "Obviously." He says. He has one submissive on either side of him. One is tall and more muscular than I imagined a sub would be, but he's not wearing anything aside from black boots and tiny black shorts. His hair goes just past his shoulders in dirty blonde locks, and his eyes are a blue/gray shade. He doesn't look the least but phased by any of this. If I had to guess I'd say he's bored. The smaller one is different. He's closer to my height. Maybe half a foot taller than I am. He looks nervous like he's scared for me. His dark brown hair looks quite fluffy although it's short and in a modern cut. His eyes are an earthy green color and his bushy eyebrows make them seem darker. His skin is the same tan shade as the other boys, but this one has a few moles and birthmarks on his body. I even take notice of his cheek dimples. Both of the boys are wearing the same outfit, but the second one has words written on him. Above one of his n*****s reads 'bite here' and below the other reads 'suck here'. My eyes trail lower to just above the waistband if his shorts where it says 'cockslut'. My cheeks heat up as I look down, waiting to be scolded or yelled at. I didn't mean to spill his drink. "I-I'm sorry. I could buy you another." "It's fine. Elliot, go get me a pair of leathers from Dax. Tell him I need to borrow them." The master orders. "Yes, Master." The shorter boy answers, walking past me. When I turn to watch him go, I notice his back dimples and a written tramp stamp that says 'Master Teagan's c*m dumpster'. I wonder if that's a punishment or if he likes being degraded. "What's your name, kid? Are you even old enough to be in here?" Master Teagan huffs, grabbing my chin to turn my face towards him. "My name is Beau, Sir. I'm 21. Master Dax accepted me to join but I'm not a submissive yet." He lets go of my chin and runs his hand through my hair to pet me. The feeling makes my body shiver in pleasure. "I'm supposed to be meeting with a new sub tomorrow. I wonder if he was talking about you." "Don't you already have a sub?" I turn to look at where Elliot walked off to. "Elliot and Sawyer are both my submissives. The three of us are in a polyamorus relationship. We discussed helping train a new submissive. You look fragile though. Do you think you could handle me?" He asks with a teasing tone. That's why Master Dax asked me if I was interested in polyamory. I blush and nod quickly. "I could handle whatever you give me, Sir." He looks shocked by my answer, but smiles anyway. He looks almost... proud. "Good boy." I just stare at his chest for a moment, not looking him in the eyes. I read about most Doms finding it disrespectful. After a moment he turns to his other submissive. "This is Sawyer. Sawyer, say hi." Sawyer looks up from the ground and waves slightly with a bored expression on his face. Master Teagan reaches out to grip his hair tightly, yanking him a bit. The cold look on Sawyer's face cracks for a moment, his eyes filled with pleasure now. "If I tell you to do something, I expect you to respond verbally. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Master. Hello, Beau. It's very nice to meet you." Sawyer hums, breathing quicker now due to the rough treatment. Master Teagan looks satisfied with his response and leans in to peck his cheek before letting go of the grip in his hair. Sawyer's cheeks turn red, but the cold look returns as soon as Master Teagan releases him. Once Elliot returns with a new pair of leather pants, Master Teagan smiles at me. "I'll see you tomorrow. I'll aid in your training, Beau, but I won't be going easy on you." "Of course, Sir."