Challenge (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty Four- Playtime

Note: Read chapters 27-29 of Mercy before this

Chapter Twenty Four-

Noel

"Are you ready, baby? You know you can safeword at any time and everything will stop, okay?"

"Yes, Master. I'm ready." I tell him. Andrew and Fizzle should be coming to our playroom soon.

Dax warned me that Andrew is going to push me further than Dax ever has when it comes to pain, but he does have enough restraint to not push me too far, and if he does, he'll stop when I safeword.

I'm excited actually. I'm a masochist, but I've never even considered how much pain I could really take.

"After I take you home tonight, I have to catch a flight. I have meetings tomorrow but I'll be back the day after."

"Alright. I get it, Master. Duty calls. I bet those meetings won't run themselves."

"You'd be right." He answers, kissing my lips gently before sitting next to me. "You can stay at my place and have a few friends over if you'd like, but just don't wreck the place."

"Me? I would never." I say, putting my hand to my chest while feigning innocence.

He laughs a bit while Andrew walks in with Fizzle following close behind him. Fiz is naked, but that's not unusual. Andrew always says it's for easier access.

"Oh how I wish I could bone you instead of your sub, Dax."

"No."

"Fair enough. I'm sure Noel will do fine."

"I'll do a hell of a lot better than fine, Sir. I'll make you see stars." I assure him, and Andrew just shrugs.

"I think you'll be the one seeing stars. All I'll see is your adorable little tears." Andrew turns to Fiz and smirks at him. "Go suck Dax's c**k, and do anything he says."

"Yes, Master." Fizzle answers. He kneels in front of Dax and looks up at him as if to ask permission.

Dax positions himself so that it's easier for Fizzle before petting his hair. "I'm nicer than Andrew when it comes to s*x, so don't worry. I don't like gagging either."

Fizzle nods and unzips Dax's leathers, wasting no time pleasing him.

While I'm distracted, Andrew comes and lifts me off the bed before placing me on my feet. "Lift your arms up. I prefer to torture little sluts while standing."

I put my arms in the air, letting him hook metal handcuffs to my wrists. Dax usually uses leather cuffs because it's more gentle, but I know that Andrew's goal right now is to hurt me as much as he can without making me tap out.

He runs his hands down my back before sending a slap to my ass. He laughs softly while unbuttoning my shorts to pull them off. "You have a pretty nice ass. God, I can't wait to make it black and blue."

I smirk and wiggle my hips to tease him, but when I look into his eyes and see the evil glint in them, I sick in a sharp breath. "How do you feel about fear play, Noel? I like scaring subs like you."

"Give it your best shot, but you don't scare me, Andrew."

He reaches his hand down to squeeze my length, digging his nail into the tip. I yelp and squirm a bit which just makes him laugh.

"It's sir. Be disrespectful again and I won't stop until you bleed."

My heart speeds up and my c**k gets harder as I respond. "Y-Yes, Sir."

"Much better. Nobody likes a b***h with an attitude problem." He teases.

He wraps his hand around my neck to make me look into his eyes before leaning in close. "Pick a number between 1 and 5. The number you choose dictates what exactly I'm going to do to you, so you better hope you don't accidentally pick the whip or knife."

The fear does build up a little in me. Whatever he does, I don't want it to hurt too bad, but knowing him, every option is probably a bad one.

"I-I uh... I pick 1."

"Uh oh." He tells me, making me panic a bit.

"Nevermind, I want 4."

"No take backs. I was joking anyway. 1 is just a paddle." He assures me, turning to his things to pull out a paddle with little spikes on it. "This one is my favorite. Soda pop loves it, and it's so easy to use. I hardly have to hit you to make you bleed, but I know you can't take as much pain as my sweet little slave, so I'll use the other one."

He reaches back in to get one that has letters cut out spelling 'slut'. From what I've heard, those hurt pretty bad too.

"This one is cool because when your ass bruises this word will show up and be there for a few days too. Feel free to safeword whenever you want. Temperance and transparency, right?"

"Yes, Sir." I answer, watching him hold the paddle like a bat and pretend to swing a few times.

God, I hope he doesn't hit me that hard. He's gotta be strong, and I can feel the fear bubbling up even more.

I almost like this feeling. It's the same feeling I get when I do something stupid and reckless or when I break a rule on purpose. It's like a rush, but it's also a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

He walks behind me so that I can't see him anymore and rubs the paddle against my ass teasingly. When he removes it, I expect him to hit me a second later, but instead he waits until I'm panting in anticipation.

"Your body is begging me already and I've hardly touched you."

I don't respond, and wait longer, eventually relaxing with a sigh.

The relaxation is short lived because as soon as I do, he swings the paddle, hitting it against my ass.

I let out a loud scream before camping my teeth down on my bottom lip. My ass is throbbing. That hurts so much more than the flogger Dax usually uses.

"F-Fuck... that really hurt." I whine, shouting again when he hits me even harder.

The pain shoots down my legs, causing my knees to buckle a bit. I know now why he used the metal cuffs. It causes pain in my wrists when I put more pressure on it. I stand back up straight just in time for him to swing it again, hitting the same spot again. "Ah! f**k! Please, not so hard."

Andrew ignores me and hits me again, making me let out a sob. My eyes are watering and my ass is hurting so much that the throbbing is spreading down my thighs as well.

He swings again, and I scream louder. "Please stop! It hurts!"

Andrew laughs and walks around me with a smirk "Right. It hurts so bad and you want me to stop. That must be why your c**k is leaking all over the place like a busted water pipe."

"D-Don't mock me." I whine.

Andrew reaches his and down to smack my length making me wince. "Don't tell me what to do. You know what I think? I think you're a little w***e and that you want nothing more than to be manhandled every now and then, but your soft dom is too nice to beat your ass. That's why you're seconds from cumming when I've done nothing but hit you since I got here."

"Dax isn't always nice." I argue.

"Dax isn't as nice as he seems. Surely he isn't as mean as me. Soda pop isn't even crying yet." Andrew points out, making me glance over at them.

Dax is already f*****g him while using his grip on Fizzles arms to yank him back each time he thrusts forward. Andrew is right though. Fizzle is moaning non-stop but there's no tears unlike my eyes which still have a ton of tears forming. Just because he's taking a break doesn't mean the pain is gone. It still hurts like a b***h.

I shift slightly, wincing when the pain in my ass only gets worse.

"Do you like watching? You seem to be staring awfully hard." Andrew teases, putting the paddle down before walking behind me again.

"I guess you could say that." I answer while continuing to watch Dax and Fiz.

I'm a jealous attention w***e who's constantly trying to prove himself. It's not that I like seeing Dax with someone else. It's that I like knowing that I'm better. I can tell by the expression on his face and the sounds he makes that he's not as pleased as he is with me. Anyone could give him gratification, but nobody does it like I do.

I smirk and shake my ass a little bit. I must be masochistic if I can still manage to tease Andrew.

"Are you going to f**k me or what?"

He smacks my thigh with his heavy hand before snaking a hand around my body to wrap around my neck, squeezing just slightly. "s*x toys aren't supposed to give demands. Just shut up and take what I decide to give you."

He bends me over slightly and after a moment, he thrusts into me with no warning at all. I let out a little scream as my tears start again.

Dax likes to take me by surprise sometimes, but it doesn't ever hurt this much. After being here for a while, I've met my fair share of sadists, but none of them are quite as bad as Andrew. Sometimes I wonder how he can even live a normal life when all that runs through his head is torturing people.

He's a lawyer too. Doesn't he meet all these sadists that like murder people and stuff? How has he not gone crazy by now?

I don't get much time to think or wonder because every time Andrew thrusts into me it just gets better and better. His hips hitting my bruises ass sends pain all through me, but each time he also hits my prostate which makes the pain mix with the pleasure. It feels amazing.

"Ah... f-f**k. That's really good." I pant in between moans.

It's also hard for me to take my eyes off of Dax. I'm not sure if he's doing it on purpose, but he's thrusting into me at the same speed Dax is thrusting into Fizzle.

He's so sexy. I usually see him up close and personal, but now I can watch the sweat drip down his chest and his muscles flex each time he moves.

"Pay attention to me, you little s**t. I'm the one f*****g you." Andrew complains, snapping his hips against mine even harder. I pant and whine.

"C-Can I please c*m?" I beg, doing my best to hold back as much as possible. Fizzle must be better at this than me because he and Dax have been going longer than Andrew and I have and he hasn't even asked to c*m.

"No. Right now, you are servicing me. Don't even think about cumming until I'm satisfied."

I zip my mouth and tense my abdomen to hold back my o****m. This is all so overwhelming. My body aches all over. My legs are tired from standing. My arms are tired from being in the air and my wrists are hurting because of the cuffs. My back is bent in an odd position and my ass is very bruised, but it feels so... good.

I love this. Maybe Dax and I should dip further into pain play like this.

After thrusting into me a few more times, Andrew grunts softly and cums, kissing the shell of my ear. "Now you can cum."

I let out a long moan mixed with a shout before shooting my load onto the ground in front of me. I manage to stay standing despite how tired my body is, but Andrew uncuffs me and picks me up anyway. He lays me on the bed next to Fizzle who must've finished with Dax.

"We'll let you two rest for a few minutes, but I want a show afterwards. Hear me, Soda pop? Make it good for me." Andrew says, kissing Fizzle's cheek.

Andrew and Dax sit in the corner and talk amongst themselves while I turn on my side to smirk at Fiz. "He's great isn't he. Dax is like a s*x god."

"Andrew is more suited to me. It was nice, but I know a little more pain would've sent me flying over the edge."

"Hey, you know how we were talking about your contract the other day?"

"Yeah."

"Do you and Andrew mind if I read it?"

"I can ask, but right now, they want a show." He tells me, glancing over at our doms before pushing me onto my back and climbing into my lap.

I laugh a little and put my hands on his hips. "I haven't f****d someone in so long. It's been months so you better be good."

"Of course. My body is yours to use as you please." He practically purrs before shifting slightly and sinking down onto my length. Once he's seated in my lap, he moans softly. "I didn't really expect it to be that big."

"You thought I had a tiny c**k?"

"I didn't say tiny." He whines, hopping in my lap a few times before tightening around me which makes me moan. "I just meant that usually guys your size are smaller down there. Yours is good though. Y-You feel really good."

"You like pain though, right? I can make it better." I assure him. I flip our position so that he's beneath me and snap my hips against his even harder. I move my hand up to wrap around his neck, making sure not to squeeze too much.

It's not meant to choke him. I just want to pin him there and emphasize that when it's the two of us, I get to dom him.

"Your pet might be a verse." Andrew hums while Fizzle moans louder.

I topped a ton of guys in high school so it's not like being in control is new for me. I just like being submissive a lot more now. Though, Dax's response only fuels me more. "I didn't know he had it in him. It's pretty sexy actually."

I smirk and flip Fizzle over so his face is in the pillow and his ass is in the air before sinking into him again. The only person I've topped who was even close to being as kinky as Fiz was Quinn. He'd always ask me to pull his hair or talk dirty to him. Fiz probably likes that stuff too.

I reach my hand out to grab a fistful off his hair, using it to yank him back against me each time I thrust forward. The slapping of our skin together sounds nice. I missed being the top. His hole is warm and tight.

He's talented for a bottom. Most just sit there and let the top do the work, but Fiz tightens around me at the perfect times and brings me closer and closer to cumming.

I moan and lean down to kiss the back of his shoulder before finally releasing inside of him. "f*****g Christ, Fizzle. You are way too good at that."

He cums as well and pants softly while I pull out and lay next to him again. "You're really good too. Master didn't hurt you too bad did he?"

"Not at all. I actually liked it a lot more than I thought I would."

It only takes a minute for the doms to come back to us. Andrew starts to pet Fizzles hair and tell him how good he did while Master just wraps his arms around me and cuddles me close.

"Fizzle and I are going to take our leave. Soda pop, what do you say after a scene?" Andrew asks.

Fiz smiles and looks at the two of us before dropping his eyes to the floor and even bowing a little bit. "Thank you for playing with me Noel and Master Dax."

"No problem Fizzle. You're great." Dax assured him.

"Yeah. You're super good at that shit." I agree. Andrew takes Fizzle back to their playroom, leaving Dax and I here.

"Do you want cream for your ass. Andrew doesn't usually do aftercare like that unless his sub has cuts or something." Dax admits.

"Yes please." I say. He goes to get the cream while I roll onto my stomach and keep talking. "Do you think that their dynamic would work for us?"

"Not at all. Fizzle is sweet and all, but I don't want a slave that will obey my every order and never question me. I want a partner who will happily tell me when I'm being a d**k, but will still give me his trust and submission."

"I don't think I'd be comfortable being a slave either. Fizzle and I have talked about it a lot, and there's just so much that he can't do. It's like his whole life revolves around Andrew. He can't even leave the house without permission or pick out his own clothes." I complain, humming as Dax starts to rub the cream onto my sore ass. "I'm not shaming him or anything, but I really can't understand how someone would be comfortable giving away their basic human rights."

"Then it's a good thing that you don't have to understand. I couldn't understand how Andrew could get off on beating the s**t out of his subs, but I knew that he was happy doing it and his subs were as well. That's all that matters."

"I guess you're right. Though we could take a few pointers from them. I don't think I realized the extent of my masochism until now. If you want to hurt me more than you usually do, I can take it. I like it actually."

"I was nervous to push your limits too much because I know that you haven't been a sub for very long. If you'd like to try more risky things then I'm happy to oblige."

"Good." I respond, thinking for a moment before blurting it out. "Hey, you should let me dom you sometime."

His eyes widen and he tilts his head. "You want to dom me?"

"Very much so. I obviously wouldn't top you, but we could have a Spencer and Beck kind of thing. You can f**k me but you have to listen to whatever I say."

Dax bites his lip and furrows his brows, really thinking about it for a minute. "We can try it, but I can't promise that we'll do it more than once."

"Really?" I ask, turning to sit up quickly, wincing when I feel the pain in my ass.

Dax laughs a little bit, and smiles at me, nodding. "I love you, and it's not fair to you if I'm not willing to give you what I'm able to. I've been submissive to others before and if anyone deserves that, it's you, so I don't mind doing it once. If I don't like it then we won't do it again and if I do then we'll take it from there, alright?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I squeal, leaning forward to kiss his face all over which makes him laugh. I let out a satisfied breath and fall back on the bed. "I want a nap, but I'm really happy that you'd do that for me, Master. Don't worry about me becoming a full fledged dom though. I'll never get tired of kneeling at your feet."

"Good boy. Rest now. We can do more later."

"Yes, Master."