Dae

Master Chase told me to meet him at the club again, so here I am. It's busy tonight, being the weekend, and I learned from earlier in the week, so am wearing leather shorts so tight I haven't even squeezed a jockstrap between them and my skin. I am wearing a mesh shirt though, because I can't compete with all the gorgeous healthy skin tones around me. That becomes ever more apparent in the locker room, where everyone dances around naked – and I'm talking literally, heavy music pumping out of unseen speakers, beautiful boys prepping with sexy clothes and oil and make up. One guy bends over right next to me so his friend can push a huge plug inside his ass.

"Uh, hi, I'm Dae," I say, acting cool about that happening right in front of my sweet innocent face. He just laughs.

"Hi Dae, I'm Perry. Sorry about that, but Master Gary would destroy my ass if I didn't prepare properly." I'm the first to be down with no shame, but it's something else in here. I like it. And maybe I'll have to look for this Master Gary once I'm let loose.

Ellis comes in then, wearing leather 'ass-less chap' shorts, with a matching leather G-string type thing. It's cute. What's even cuter is when Nikolai comes in with a matching outfit.

"Hi Dae, I'm glad you came back." Ellis hugs me and Nikolai throws me a high five.

"Yeah, me too. Though I guess it starts now. I won't pretend I'm not kind of nervous." I shrug, trying to make it look like my words aren't too serious.

"Don't worry, sweetie, everyone is nervous. No matter how good they look on the outside, everyone is a pile of nerves the first few times they're in the club. All those Doms. It's pressure to do the right thing. It's way harder than just being alone with a Dom, as long as you trust them."

"Well, I don't even know Master Chase, how do I know if I trust him?" I ask, perplexed.

"Subs usually go by reputation. But you don't have to worry, Master François is choosy about who can be a member here, and if any Doms make mistakes they're punished and it soon gets around the subs."

"Punished? What? Like they're spanked?" I laugh incredulously.

"Oh, worse than that. Public whippings, stuff like that," Ellis says quietly.

"Fuck, that's a bit...archaic isn't it?"

"Maybe. But you have to remember that a lot of the time, the subs are literally putting their wellbeing into the hands of these guys. They have to be the best. Just like when a sub is punished for doing something wrong and then forgiven, the Dom has to show that they are willing to be corrected." That just reminds me about the fact that I will be punished if I get stuff wrong. And I will. Getting stuff wrong is kind of my forte. I suppose I'm used to punishment too, so I guess I'll cope just fine, like I always have.

When we go out to the main lounge, I just follow the same rule as last time, dropping to my knees between Master Chase's legs. He says hello straight away, which I like, because I notice that Master François ignores Ellis and Nikolai for ages when they kneel next to him. I find myself wondering how it works with them. I get that Ellis is a real sub already, and he told me he's been with Master François for a few months and they have an open-ended contract, and that Nikolai is training like me, but I find myself wondering if Master François expects them to do stuff with each other. I could imagine that, they're both really hot, and the way they're knelt close now, I could just picture them moving forward and kissing.

"What's getting you so riled up, Pretty Boy?" Master Chase chuckles as he leans forward. "There isn't even a show on yet." I try to will my erection down – these shorts do nothing to hide it, but it seems things like that are considered normal here.

"Do you do group stuff, Sir?" I ask instead of answering him. He just raises an eyebrow.

"Sure do," he strokes my hair as he says it. "Where does that lie on your limits?"

"Uh, I'm not sure, Sir," I gulp.

"Maybe we'll find out at some point," he suggests. It sends goosebumps on my skin, but I don't know if that's a good thing or not. Is it arousal or is it fear?

Later, we're in the main playroom, where a Dom is using some kind of whip-thing on an appreciative sub. It looks painful, but he isn't breaking the skin, and the moans the sub is making don't sound too much like pain. I can see Master Chase likes it, because his impressive-looking cock is hard in his leather pants. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on that, but I have no idea how long it will take, because he hasn't even seen the paperwork I completed yet.

"Would you like to come to my playroom?" he asks when the show finishes with the Dom and sub coming at the same time all over the sub's chest, and the Dom licking it off. I nod, but Master François puts his hand on Master Chase's arm before we can go anywhere.

"Behave appropriately, Chase. You haven't even started his training yet."

"Don't worry François, I'll take care of him." Master François shrugs and lets him go then, so I assume he trusts him. That's good. Watching that guy flick whips around on stage has really made me see that it could be easy to get into a bad situation.

When we get to Master Chase's playroom I only have a moment to take in the deep wine walls and black wooden furniture before he shuts the door and then turns to me, his face changed from its usual friendliness.

"Strip, Dae, and assume waiting in the middle of the room." I don't say anything, just remove my clothes as quickly as possible before dropping to the floor.

"It is usual to fold your clothes neatly and place them somewhere out of the way. Remember that for next time."

"Yes, Sir," I agree quickly. There's something there in his voice that has pleasant shivers running up my spine.

"We will practice some of the positions first," he tells me, and we spend what feels like forever going over a load of different positions I'm expected to know off by heart. It's not hard, well the positions aren't, but his deep and demanding voice is making other things rather stiff. He doesn't seem to mind though and keeps telling me I'm doing a good job.

Finally, he has me standing, and he strokes his strong hands up and down my arm as he whispers in my ear, sending delightful tremors through my body.

"I haven't read your forms yet, Dae, but you're truly delicious; would you like to play a short scene?" I moan involuntarily at his words, just managing a nod, but he squeezes my arm, "I need your words, Pretty Boy."

"Yes, Sir, I would like to."

"Good. What safe words did you choose?"

"Yellow for slow down and red to stop." That bit had been easy, as the form suggested them as standard words that any Dom would recognize.

"Well done. Okay, come here." I walk in a daze to where he guides me. He bends me over a strange contraption that's like a padded bench, and he takes my hands and makes me curl my fingers over the handles. It's comfortable, even bent ninety degrees at the waist as I am, because the padded surface supports my body. My legs are straight, but he takes my ankles and spreads them into a v-shape. "You look stunning Dae, how would you feel about me cuffing your ankles?" I don't entirely know what he means, as my legs are now away from the legs of the bench, but I have an urge to go where this man wants to take me.

"Yes, please, Sir."

I feel him wrapping a leather cuff around each ankle and realize I can't bring my legs together anymore, so he must have a spreader bar there. The idea makes tasty little snakes squirm in my stomach and it's a strange feeling to be so vulnerable and yet still feel so safe.

"Can I cuff your wrists too?" he asks, and I wonder if such scenes will always be pre-faced with him asking permission for everything. Even though this is all play acting for me, I find myself hoping that they won't.

"Yes, Sir," I reply eagerly, wondering where he's going to cuff them to, but he pulls them behind me so they're cuffed together at the small of my back.

"You look fucking gorgeous, Pretty Boy," he growls, and that element in his voice is back that gives me shivers.

I'm surprised when I feel the smack of his hand on my ass. It stings but doesn't hurt, and he rubs his hand over the place, which sends more tingles through me. He repeats the motion on the other side and then over and over. I wish he'd make the slaps harder, but he doesn't, just keeping the same tension in each one until I'm panting with a little bit of desperation. I want more, but I don't know if I'm allowed to beg.

"So where are we at with spanking, Dae?" he asks after a while.

"Green, Sir," I gasp, hoping he'll take that as a cue to go harder. He doesn't, but I can't argue with what he does instead, which is to bury his face between my skinny ass cheeks, poking at my excited hole with his tongue. I can feel his rough stubble, new since Monday, scraping my sensitive skin, which sends shivers through me, especially when he pushes forward harder, his tongue slipping inside, seeking, searching, making me huff air hard as I go light headed with the sensation.

His hand comes up, curling around my hardness and I come. Just like that. No warning, no uncoiling. What the fuck? I don't think that's ever happened. I come pretty easy and pretty often, sure, but I usually know it's on its way. But then, when was the last time anyone put their tongue there? He pulls back and I can hear the smug smirk in his voice.

"So, we'll go green for receiving rimjobs then, I guess?"

"Sir," I whine, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to, but it felt really good."

"I know, Pretty Boy. It was meant to. From my perspective I'm okay with subs orgasming at will, as long as my needs are fulfilled regardless. However, based on that I think we should do a little control training too. Now, because this is your first scene, do you need to stop now?" Argh, fuck. First with all the 'asking permission', now with wanting to stop. Just because I blew my load – only once too. I know I'm no submissive, but fuck, this is irritating. I was liking being cuffed but now that I won't be able to move without falling on my ass it's annoying. If I was free I'd be climbing up this piece of hotness like a lizard and slithering down onto his cock, which I haven't seen yet but I just know is as gorgeous as the rest of him. Oh well, I can always rely on my smart mouth.

"Sir, just fuck me, would you?"

"Ha, nice, Dae. You looking for a rough punishment your first time?" I shiver in a bad way at that, but don't have much time to ponder his words because his fingers are twisting in my black hair, pinning my head to the bench, so I can't see, but I can sure feel as he slides two, thankfully lubed, fingers deep inside, curling to find my gland unerringly. Shit, how does he know exactly where it is first time?! Practice, I guess. He spends a long time with me moaning and thrusting back against him and I can hear him chuckling.

"I didn't know you were a sadist, Sir," I manage to gasp out, though my whooshing breaths take some of the sarcasm out of it.

"We're all a little sadistic, Dae, and don't you forget it. We all like to control every little writhe your body does, every little whimper and moan. Fighting us only makes it more fun." Okay, that's a little rapey, though I don't think he meant it that way. I'm not sure if he's suggesting that's what he wants me to do though, as he slides a third and fourth finger in me. I decide to give up on my pretense for a moment, just to get what I want out of this. He's thrusting in me, stopping at the knuckles, and I feel stretched and tight and empty and full; desperate for more.

"Fuck me," I demand.

"Language," he growls back.

"Fuck me, please...Sir" I gasp, and he laughs at that, a surprisingly tinkly sound from such a dominant guy. Almost cute.

"When I'm ready, Pretty Boy; pretty, hungry, demanding boy. We're going to have fun, you and I." He sucks my earlobe between his teeth, biting down and ramming his hand to punctuate his words.

He does finally fuck me, and it's as good as I hoped; his cock thick and veined and his hips energetically forceful, just the way I like it. Afterward, when he's massaged my stiff arms and legs and cleaned me up, I turn to him.

"So, do I move in with you or something, while you're training me?" He looks shocked for a moment, and despite the fact that I know it means I won't get the answer I want, I'm a little pleased to have surprised a guy who I suspect prides himself on being unflappable.

"No, Dae, you can stay at home and we'll arrange times to meet." Fine, I guess, except I don't want to be home.

A/N: would love to hear from people on this. Any thoughts on the structure? Is flipping between pov okay, or too confusing? There should be some tension with the secrets people are keeping - is that coming through?