Challenge (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Two- Let's Begin

Chapter Two-

Noel

"Really? C-Can we start now then?"

"If you'd like to." He agrees, opening one of his drawers to pull out a handle with a piece of leather at the end. If google was right, it's called a riding crop.

"Yeah we can start, Sir. So uh... when's the part where you tie me up and d**k me down so hard I can't even remember my own name?" I ask, standing when he gestures for me to.

"I'll f**k you when I think you've earned the pleasure of having my c**k inside of you." He answers simply.

I want to be upset that he's talking about his d**k like it's some holy present or something. However, it's just another challenge for me. I don't deserve his c**k yet, but I'll earn it. I'll be damned if I let him make me give up.

"I'll earn the pleasure of having your d**k in me quicker than any sub you've ever trained." I tell him, smirking at his amused face.

"I don't doubt it. Now strip." He demands.

"What?"

"Did I stutter? Strip. I won't repeat myself again."

I tilt my head in confusion, but quickly pull off my shirt, carelessly tossing it on the floor which only earns my chest a sharp smack from the riding crop.

"f**k! That s**t stings." I whine, rubbing the spot he hit.

"Fold your clothes and put them in a pile on the chair."

I strip the rest of my clothes off, rolling my eyes as I bend down to pick them up. "What are you, my mother?"

The next smack is on my ass. It makes me jump, but the sting of the crop is more pleasurable than painful to me.

"Watch your mouth. I let a lot slide during the interview because I was planning to say no, but if you're serious about this then stop treating it like a joke."

"Sorry, Sir." I respond, putting my clothes on the chair like he said.

"Good boy." He praises, coming over to pet my hair. "Kneel."

I do so instantly, getting on one knee before the other and sitting back on my heels.

"When you kneel try to slowly sink down onto both of your knees at once rather than one then the other." He advises, having me try again.

It takes a few tries for me to do it 'gracefully' but once I do it right, he pets my hair and praises me more. I'm not a dog, but his actions end up making me smile and fueling me to do better.

"Good. Now spread your knees shoulder width apart while keeping your heels together." I do as he says, and he continues. "Clasp your hands behind your back and keep your head straight and your eyes down."

I obey yet again, and feel a gentle smack on my back from the crop. "Back straight."

I straighten my back, keeping my eyes downcast where I can see my c**k leaking precum onto his floor. I never thought it would be such a turn on just to kneel naked in front of someone with my whole body on display for him.

"Good boy. This is the basic submission pose. When I ask you to kneel in front of me, this is what you should look like. When you come in for training, I want you to immediately strip and kneel in this position. When I decide to take you into the club area to meet my friends, you will kneel at my feet in this position, understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm going to ask you a few more questions that I need to know as the dom who will be training you. The answers to these have nothing to do with whether or not you will be accepted as a member seeing as I've already made that decision."

"Yes, Sir."

"Have you given any thought to what your safe words will be?"

"Temperance to slow down and transparency to stop. I read a bit about them and I came up with those ones, Sir." I tell him. The whole safeword thing makes me very comfortable. I'm willing to try pretty much anything because I know I can stop any time I want.

"Alright I'll remember them. Even if we're in training like this, if you feel uncomfortable you can say your safeword to let me know." He informs me before asking the next question. "Are there any specific name kinks you enjoy? Anything you'd like to call me or want me to call you?"

"I think I have a degradation kink. You can call me whatever you want as long as it makes me feel like a good boy or a dirty little slut." I answer, biting my lip at the thought of him calling me that.

"You love having my c**k inside of you don't you, you dirty little slut?"

That would be such a dream.

"What else makes you think you have a degradation kink?" He asks.

I take a deep breath and think back through everything. "Well the names first. I read that subs with a degradation kink like being treated like objects. Almost like a s*x toy. I want that. Oh and there was this thing talking about public humiliation as a punishment but it seemed pretty hot to me."

"Interesting." He answers, trailing the crop down my chest before gently running it over my sensitive c**k. I can see some of my wetness get on it, but he doesn't seem to mind. "Do you have any health problems, mental illnesses, or phobias I should know about?"

"It's nothing serious, but you should know that I'm an attention w***e and if I don't get enough of it then I'll find a way to make you notice me. And not in a good way." I confess.

He crouches down and grabs my chin, making me look at him. "You don't have to worry about getting attention from me. I'll give you as much as you want."

"Will I have to share you with other submissives?" I ask randomly. I'm open to anything, but the thought of sharing would make me want to prove that I'm better than the other guy. "My brother doesn't seem to care that Teagan is out there practically f*****g that little twink on the dancefloor, but if I ever see you doing that s**t while I'm with you then I'll kick the guys ass and then yours."

"I'm not into polyamory, so no, you wouldn't have to share me, and I won't be sharing you either unless we both agree to that. Although you need to watch your tone with me." He swings the crop, and this time it smacks my c**k, making me jump and whimper softly. I don't know why, but it just makes me even harder.

He pets my hair and stands up again. I keep my head straight and drop my eyes to the floor once more. "Did that turn you on, pet? Are you a masochist?"

"I'm not sure. I've never been hit with that before and all the guys I've slept with were very boring to say the least, Sir." I confess, hearing him walk around behind me.

"We can explore that more tomorrow. Do you have any other kinks I should know?"

He's still not in my view but I answer anyway. "I'm an exhibitionist, Sir. I like when people watch me do things."

"Me too. I like to show off my submissives and assert my dominance not just to them but to everyone. Maybe we could do a public scene sometime after your training is finished."

"After I earn your c**k of course." I remind him, making him laugh.

"Right. Alright, Do you have any emotional needs for aftercare? Whether it's a punishment or a scene, I will always perform aftercare which may include feeding you or giving you a massage and cuddling you. Would you like that?" He reaches out to pet my hair gently, making my body relax, but I'm sure to keep the position.

"Yes, Sir. That sounds really good. Maybe after a scene I can have a little time to talk freely? Like I'm just your friend and not a submissive?" I suggest with a little smile pulling at my lips. I thought this was all just a joke at first, but now I'm realizing that it's more serious than that.

"Of course, baby. Do you know of anything you'd like to make a hard limit?" He asks, circling me like a predator to his prey. It's pretty hot actually. I'm just patiently waiting for him to pounce on me.

"I'll try anything once, and if I don't like it then I'll use my safeword and tell you." I assure him.

"Very good. You may stand."

Once I stand up, I shift back and forth on my feet because my knees are sore. He comes closer and presses himself against my back.

In this position I can feel his hard chest against my naked back. His skin is so warm. I can feel the giant bulge in his leather pants pressing against my ass too. God, he's huge! I can practically feel my hole clench at the thought of having him f**k me.

My eyes flutter slightly as his hands run over my body. He uses his hand to pinch my n****e which makes me moan. I thought I hadn't earned his d**k yet, but judging by how hard he is, I'd say he really wants me.

"I'll help you relieve your issue and then you can get dressed and we'll make a schedule for what days you can come in to finish up training." He offers, trailing his large, rough hand down my body to grip my length.

"Yes, Sir." I whine, practically begging for him to make me c*m. I move my hips slightly to thrust myself into his hand, but he grips my c**k tighter and smacks my thigh.

"I will give you pleasure, but only when I choose too, understand? If you want something, ask. Don't take." He growls, making my length leak even more precum.

"Will you please make me c*m? I feel like I'm going to explode, Sir." I ask.

He seems pleased with me and starts to pump his hand around me while kissing my neck.

His mouth disappears for a moment, but returns quickly. Not a moment later do I feel his rough wet fingers poking at my hole.

I moan softly as he has me bend over slightly so he can slip two inside. "Ah, f**k. That feels good, Sir. I'm close."

He f***s me with his fingers for a little while longer before adding a third and shoving them in deep enough to brush against my prostate teasingly.

"Don't c*m until I say you can. Being able to train your body's limits is part of what makes a good submissive. We'll work on that more." He tells me, so I clench my abdomen to prevent my release.

If a good submissive can hold it until their master says, then I can too. I can do anything that other subs can do. "Yes, Sir."

He moves his hand quicker and thrusts his large fingers directly into my prostate each time. His lips leave kisses along my shoulder and neck, and eventually it's as if I'm flying. The pleasure is building up in a way I've never experienced and all I want to do is let go and c*m, but I make sure to hold it longer. I have to wait until he says.

"Just a little longer, Noel. You're doing so good." He praises, making me bite my lip to hide my smile. A few seconds pass before he gives the command. "c*m for me, Baby."

My eyes roll back as I release with a long moan. It feels as though I'm cumming forever. It's way more intense and shoots pleasure through my body so quickly that my legs start to shake.

"Ah! f**k, Master. Oh, god." I shout, slumping into his arms once I finish. My vision is a bit fuzzy and my mind is dazed. I barely even notice when he lifts me up and places me on the couch tucked in the corner of the office.

He leaves for a few seconds before returning with a cloth. He wipes my skin with it, and the water is a bit cold, but it's relaxing to my flushed and sweaty skin. "You did amazing. I'm so proud of you, Baby."

I try to say, "Thank you. You're a s*x god."

Judging by the look on his face, I'm sure it sounded nothing like what I was going for. Once he cleans the sweat and semen off of me, he starts putting my clothes on. He tenderly touches my skin as he does. Not sexually, but in a more comforting way. It makes me relax into the soft cushions with a sigh.

After I'm fully clothed, he walks back to his desk to start working again. I feel a bit bad for interrupting, but Sawyer always told me that I'd never get anything unless I proved that I really wanted it. He'd have me do chores if I wanted something expensive, and when I got my car he made me drive the kids around so I wouldn't have to pay the car note.

How was I supposed to show those stupid bouncers that I'm serious? That's why I asked to talk to Dax. Teagan and Sawyer talked about him like he was some big scary man. I knew if I faced him then everyone would understand that I wasn't just playing around.

I slowly but surely start to get more and more coherent until I'm just laying on the couch watching him work. Everything is clear as day now, and I feel f*****g fantastic. I feel sated and refreshed. That was amazing.

"Thanks for that. Your hands must be magic or something. They turned my c**k into a fountain." I comment. He looks up from his papers and cracks a smile.

"You looked a bit woozy when we finished. Are you feeling well enough to make a schedule?" He asks, turning in his chair to look at me.

"You said to come back tomorrow, right? I can do that. Candace usually watches the kids on weekends. Sawyer gets them on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays." I tell him. "I'm available most of the time unless I go to a party or something, but I haven't been going to many recently. Sawyer wants me to get a job, so my schedule might change."

"Do you want to work here?"

My head snaps up immediately to see if he's joking at all. When I see that he's serious, my eyes widen. "Work here as what?"

"A server. You're not old enough to be a bartender, but we have a small kitchen of sorts. A lot of doms will have their subs eat after a scene and you can serve drinks too. It's not a lot of work, and I'd get to see you in that sexy little uniform."

"I don't like taking handouts." I inform him, sighing. "I'll think about it. You can't treat me special if I work here though."

"Of course not. All of the submissives at this club have my complete and utter respect, and I'd never mistreat any of them. I certainly wouldn't mistreat you in any way, but I won't give you any special treatment while you're working. During training or when we are around my friends while you aren't working, I'll treat you not just as a submissive but as my submissive. We can talk more about what that treatment entails when you come tomorrow." He tells me, letting a smile cover his face.

"Okay. Can I ask something unrelated, Sir?" I mumble. I don't know if I want the answer, but I am curious.

"What is it?"

"What is Sawyer like when he's here?"

Dax sighs and takes a deep breath before explaining. "Most people who choose this lifestyle pick it because it helps them gain something they don't get in their everyday life. Sawyer is very quiet here. He doesn't say much or socialize with other submissives. Talking to him is like pulling teeth, and he sticks close to Teagan for guidance. Sometimes he's like a perfect submissive, but with Elliot there's a more dominant and present personality he has. I've been waiting for him to ask me to train him as a dom, but I believe he's far too attached to Teagan to go for it."

"Well at home Sawyer is bossy and controlling. I'm glad he had something that makes him happy though. Wait... Elliot? Are they together?" I ask. I saw Elliot dancing with Teagan earlier, but I didn't think much of it.

"Teagan, Elliot, and Sawyer are in a polyamorous relationship. I'm having them train a new sub right now too. His name is Beau."

"Woah. That's wild! Sawyer hates sharing, so I never thought he'd be okay with passing Teagan around like that." I hum before standing from the couch. I cross my arms over my chest and stare at Dax with a smile. "Tomorrow then. 6pm?"

He stands as well, coming closer. He wraps his hand around my neck, and for a moment I get nervous, but when he uses his grip to pull me close and kiss me, I melt. I moan softly and kiss him back, letting him dominate my mouth with his tongue. He's clearly skilled, and every movement he makes leaves me wanting more.

Eventually, he pulls away and pets my hair. "6 is good, pet. I can't wait."

I just nod and leave, still blissfully dazed by how hot that kiss was. I smirk at the bouncer as I walk out of the club.

"I didn't get torn apart, prick. Master Dax just finger f****d me into heaven though, so f**k you." I snap, flipping him off as I head back to my car.

Master Dax.

That man is a god.