Landon

It's my day off, and Frankie asked me to go to the club to help him evaluate another potential new sub. That boy's working himself into the ground, and he's taking it out on Ellis. Despite Ellis' impeccable behavior, he has a leash attached to the d-ring on his collar, which surprises me, as Frankie has never been one for leashing his subs. When I get to Frankie's office, he's working on his laptop, the leash wrapped around his knuckles as Ellis kneels perfectly still by his side, his eyes to the ground, not even glancing up as I walk in.

"No Nikolai?" I ask, slightly disappointed not to see him. He was truly beautiful.

"No, he's at home, practising his positioning," Frankie replies shortly.

"Okay. So why did you ask me to come?"

"I have a potential new submissive coming in. He needs an interview because I think he might be trouble."

"Fair enough." Though I am a bit confused why Frankie would bother with trouble. Clubs sometimes struggle to attract submissives, because the sub community is close knit, and word soon gets around if a place isn't safe for single subs, but Frankie runs La Maison with an iron fist, and he has a waiting list for new members, both sub and Dom, even just for Gold membership, which only allows entry to the main club. He only agrees to actually train the most promising, from either category, and that usually automatically allows them Platinum membership, assuming they pass the training and can pay the fee, which not everyone does or can. But with such an extensive waiting list, and absolutely no complaints from any members about the quality of the single subs available, I don't know why Frankie would be putting himself out for someone difficult.

There's a knock on the door and Frankie calls out for them to enter. My jaw drops when I see who comes in.

"Hey you're the waiter from last night!" I exclaim. He shoots me a side look, grinning, before dropping his eyes to the ground.

"Master François, Sir, thank you for seeing me." I can understand a little better why Frankie might want to train this boy. He's painfully pretty; skin like vanilla ice cream, deep, dark eyes large and elongated, very full, very pink lips, hair a wonderful mess of glossy black strands and spikes, eminently grabbable. His body under an oversized t-shirt is small, finely boned, but you can see some tone through his forearms and the movement of the tendons around his slim neck.

"Thank you for coming, Dae," Frankie tells him. "Can you adopt the waiting pose?" He looks uncertain for a moment, before gracefully dropping to his spread knees, his hands behind his back. "Very nice, you have some grace, I see."

"Thank you, Sir, I used to dance."

"Interesting," Frankie muses, "you must have some good flexibility, then."

"Some," and I see the ghost of a smile on the boy's face.

"Dae, do you have any experience in submission?" Frankie asks.

"No, Sir, but I am very interested in giving myself up in that way," the boy purrs, and I roll my eyes. Yup, trouble.

"You understand some of the concepts though, I assume? You've done research?"

"Some, Sir."

"And you would want to give yourself over to a Dominant to guide you and make your decisions?"

"Yes, Sir," but I see a flash in the boy's dark eyes that easily indicate he may find it a little difficult to give himself up completely.

"Do you have any questions, Master Landon?" Frankie asks me.

"Not specifically, Master François," I say. "You know it's my belief that you can never really see who'll be a suitable submissive until you see them in action. I would be interested in how you will go about Dae's training though." I spare a glance at Ellis, who is carefully gazing at the floor, though he flushes at my words.

"Well, I am currently doing full training for three submissives, plus I have Ellis' needs to consider, so I think I would need to share Dae's training with a few others." Those dark eyes go wide at that but he quickly looks to the floor.

"Is that appropriate, Frankie?" I ask quietly. "He might get confused having multiple Masters, and I'm not sure it will be fair on someone like him. You need to give him the best chance to show he can do it." Frankie sighs, but I can tell he knows what I mean. Dae clearly has some bratty tendencies, which he's trying to hide right now but they're exposed almost unconsciously. Whilst many of the boys at the club are natural submissives, who easily take instruction from any Dom, brats are popular too, but they can be very hard work. For example, I couldn't deal with a brat, and neither could Xander, who requires almost complete control over anyone he's working with.

"What do you suggest, Landon?" Frankie asks me.

"My suggestion would be that you ask Christian. He's the most consistent, and you know he might recondition Dae out of his more...unruly behaviors. If you want to support those behaviors then I suggest you ask Chase."

Frankie nods and walks out of the room without another word. I don't have anything to say to Dae, and I have a suspicion Ellis wouldn't respond if I spoke to him, so I just sit back in a comfortable armchair, leg crossed, awaiting Frankie's return.

He comes back twenty minutes later with a smirk on his face.

"Chase was more than happy to take on Dae's training," he tells me. "Okay, Dae, you will meet Master Chase at the club this evening at eight p.m. Come to the VIP area when you have changed in the sub room. I will leave your name with the front desk. If you are happy to be trained by Master Chase after you have met him and discussed it, you may sign a training contract with him."

When Dae has thanked us and left, with a sexy and definitely bratty sway to his hips, I turn to Frankie.

"Why?"

"They can't all be sweet, adorable, perfect submissives, Lan. We need some spice around here." Maybe, but I hope he knows what he's letting himself in for.

* * * * *

Dae

No, no, no, no, no. Fuck. This was meant to be easier. The big guy was meant to take one look at sweet adorable me, so tiny and easy to throw around, and whack a collar around my neck, giving up every secret he has in the process. He was not meant to pass me over to some other guy. But I can't give up now, not when I'm so close.

I answer my phone, shivering a little when I see the name.

"Nae salang," comes the deep voice, "are you in?" I dodge a crazy old lady pushing a shopping cart, having to hop into the gutter before I can bounce back onto the sidewalk.

"Yes, meosjin," I can't bear to use the 'L' word, in any context, at the moment. Regardless of anything he's done before, I know this is the worst. And then, I know this is only the worst so far and that sends those cold beads of fear down my spine.

"You will do good, Dae. You will or the next time I won't come get you after the men have finished."

"Yes, Chul-Moo. I understand."

At home I prepare for my evening with Master Chase. I have to impress him because if he turns me away, it might be that Master François decides no one can train me. I heard him and Master Landon talking and I know they were wondering whether I even have the capability to be a submissive, and for good reason. My only hope, the only one I have left, is that Master François may be more careless with his speech once I am a submissive at his club, but I have to get to that status first.

I clean myself, inside and out. Dare I even admit that I love giving myself enemas, love the feeling of warmth and fullness, even the aching cramps? Maybe it's the control I get from giving myself those feelings, but I sigh, again, as I know I'm about to give up every piece of control and pretend to appreciate it.

I shave myself all over. Most guys like it, and I have a feeling these kinky dominants might like it more than most. I run my hands over my body, now slick with softening moisturizer, checking for any missed stubble, but I'm pretty expert by now, plus the fact that I'm not overly furry anyway, so I find nothing, except for a very nice sensation when I run my fingers around the sensitive skin of my balls, which tighten quickly under my roaming fingers, try to imagine it's someone else's hand stroking lightly, rubbing over the head of my cock, now slick with juice, think of Master François, but no, pull back from that, he isn't my type, what about his friend from today? No, not him either. Both too big and muscular. Someone else, someone to give me some release. His face, so serious, so angry, but I imagine him leaning into me, his threatening growl in my ear, moving to bite down on my small brown nipple, hard, and I come with a moan, splashing my juices over my stomach.

I wear jeans to the club, but I have a change of outfit just in case, as I don't really know what the normal thing is. They were expecting me at the front desk, and I wander upstairs. That feels pretty careless of them, and I make a mental note. Could be helpful information. I peek into the lounge first, just to see which option I should go to for my outfit, and realize it's definitely the second one.

It's obvious who the Doms are – wearing leather trousers or tight suits, mainly, though some seem to go more casual with tight jeans and shirts or bare chests. There are a lot of delicious bodies and I wonder if a gym membership is a mandatory part of the membership here, though not many are as solidly muscular as Master François or the other one. The subs aren't much better, in the respect that they're also fucking gorgeous, and a lot of their bodies do it way more for me. Again, they're obvious, and not just because a lot of them are wearing collars or leather cuffs, even leashes in some cases. No, it's because almost all of them are in tiny shorts, with just a few more covered up in leather pants or jeans, though you'd never mistake them for Doms. There's just something about the way the two dichotomies behave. I won't be underdressed, except for in a purely literal way, if I wear the outfit that's in my bag, but I'm nervous. Compared to most of these guys my body is soft, muscle-free. I'm pale and thin and weak looking. But I need to impress this Master Chase guy. If he thinks I'm too pathetic to even wear the kind of thing that's completely normal he might say he won't train me.

My confidence isn't helped when I get to the subs' locker room, which is a long, brightly lit room, covered in mirrors, except for the far end that contains the doorway to the shower room with stacks of wooden lockers on either side and matching wooden benches. It's like the locker room in a very high-class gym – so not what I'm used to even if He owns a few. In the room are several hot young things preparing themselves for an evening seducing the horny old Doms, I guess. There's oil, and mascara, and long, lean muscles, and high, firm asses. If I wasn't in competition with them I'd be in heaven. I quickly pull on my outfit; I can do this as long as I can just fake the confidence. It's pretty small – black stretch booty shorts that fit like French knickers – a tiny ass can be useful for some stuff and looking cute in barely-there shorts is one of those things – and my 'I'm always perfectly queer' crop top that barely covers my nipples. I'm pulling my chunky boots back on when I sense someone standing over me.

"Hi, you're Dae, right?" Who's this lanky piece of perfection? He's taller than me (but most men are), with golden bronzed skin and sun-kissed looking hair, which I presume is bleached as it's frickin freezing out there. His body is drool-worthy; golden, tight and toned all over, and he's wearing the cutest shorts – retro-looking swim shorts that look to be almost all lycra, and not much of that, in brilliant turquoise with a cute little white buckled belt at the waist. "You like?" he grins, spinning. Damn, he caught me staring. And dribbling.

I pull myself together, some.

"Yeah, they're cool. Not what most people are wearing though." It's true; black and other muted colors are definitely the order of the day.

"Yeah, well, I move to the beat of my own drum," he shrugs with a slight scowl. "Anyway, hi, I'm Ellis, Master François' sub." Shit, he was there earlier, I think, though I never saw his face. "This is Nikolai, he's training too." Ellis points at a guy just behind him, another tall, hot, muscled hunk, with loads of sexy tattoos, and the hunk looks back at me, a serious and unimpressed look on his face.

"Hi," I whimper, but then his serious face breaks out into a surprisingly warm smile and he grasps my upper arms, beaming at me.

"We can be new and scared together," he whispers in a strong accent, with a wink, and walks out, leaving both Ellis and I staring, open jawed, after him.

"He doesn't normally do that," Ellis shrugs, before grabbing my wrist. "Come on, you're dressed, let's get you to Master Chase."

The lounge seems to have gotten ten times busier since I went to change and I feel conscious of my newness, and the fact that I'm nowhere near as hot as the two guys walking with me. Ellis squeezes my fingers as we make it to a roped off area, and the huge bouncer opens it up for us.

"Come on, cutie, you're going to knock him dead. Just remember to keep your eyes down. He'll be understanding of the rest, he knows you're new to this." I squeeze back as he guides me into the area, and I can see the heavy boots of multiple men sat around. "He's here," Ellis whispers, "just kneel between his knees."

I take a deep breath and lower myself into the same position I was in earlier, in Master François' office. My knees are still sore from being like that this afternoon, and I'm really hoping he doesn't expect me to stay here all night, because we're going to have problems. I keep my head down, until I feel his large hand on my jaw, and he lifts my face. I'm still keeping my eyes down and he chuckles.

"Look at me, Dae." And I do, flicking up to take my new trainer in. Fuck. This is good. He's one of the hot blonds from the restaurant, who I'd already clocked as being delicious. And he'll be training me. I'm suddenly feeling less bereft about the whole situation and let a small smile out. "That's better, Pretty Boy," he murmurs, moving even closer to my face. "We need to discuss your requirements, so stand, and then sit down next to me."

I rise as smoothly as I can, allowing myself to get a better look at him now. He's very gorgeous, his light brown hair swept away from his face, revealing its almost pretty features in full. He looks young, maybe not even that much older than me, exacerbated by his clean-shaven jaw, and I wonder if there's an age requirement to be a Dom. He has a wicked smile, his brown eyes watching my movement carefully as I sit neatly beside him.

"So, Dae, what are we training you in?" I shrug expressively and he tuts. "For a start, I can see 'using your words' will be one of the things." Damn, I've only been with him for two minutes and I'm already messing up.

"Sorry, Master Chase. I don't know what you need to train me in. I'm new to this."

"You aren't a virgin, are you?" He sounds vaguely horrified at the notion.

"Oh no, Sir," I purr, "definitely not a virgin."

"Good," he chuckles. "Well, you need to consider which things you want to be trained in. I can do most of it, though I may need to bring someone else in for anything specialist that you require." I don't know how I feel about that, but it could work as long as he stays too. "There is a list of basic skills that Master François will have to sign you off on before you can become a member of the club, and then a list of more advanced skills if you want to be considered for Platinum membership." I think that's what I'm going to need, if I'm going to be where I need to be.

"I think I want that, Sir," I announce.

There's a long pause, and I know Master Chase is looking at me. Maybe trying to work me out, and I can only hope my thoughts aren't written over my face.

"Okay, so we can discuss the training, and later I'll give you the paperwork to review so you can sign it and bring it back."

"That sounds good, Sir." Maybe he'll get to the interesting stuff now, or at last let me know what freaky shit I'm going to have to get involved in to make this work.

"So, your absolute basic requirements are behavior, manners, and positions. You'll have to pass them to be considered for membership. Things get a little kinkier if you want Platinum because Master François expects all his members to be very good at what they do," he winks at me and I'm blushing for some reason. "You'll have to be signed off in orgasm control and any play types that you want to mark as no limit on your membership. It allows Master François to know that you're going to be safe when you scene one on one."

"What if I don't want to do orgasm control? Sir." I'm a bit sulky because I don't like the idea of someone telling when I can come, not when I like to do it as often as possible.

"Ooh, Dae, I imagine you'll be doing it during punishments whether you like it or not. It's not necessarily about controlling it until your Dom allows you release, though some Doms definitely require that. Look at it as Master François not wanting Platinum subs who orgasm after three minutes and then roll over and go to sleep. Believe me, the Doms get similarly tested." Okay, I can deal with that. I can come after three minutes, given the right kind of intense stimulation, but I don't think I've ever rolled over in my life.

I'm a bit disappointed when Master Chase puts me in a cab after only a couple more hours in the club. He talked me through a lot of the types of play and left me with a huge mound of paperwork, so I guess I have some studying to do.

A/N:

Translation - I apologise, because I'm pretty certain it's butchered in this anglicised version, plus, it's intentional that the actual language is not mentioned yet

Nae salang - My love

meosjin - handsome