Mercy (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Sixteen- Clear Minds

Chapter Sixteen-

Beau

“How are you feeling?”

I look up from my soda and glance at the bar stool next to me. “Oh, hello, Sir. I’m feeling okay. Why do you ask?”

When I think back to what Teagan said about him watching, my eyes widen. “Oh! D-Did you uh… did you see when Master Teagan and I…”

“Relax, Beau. I just wanted to see if you’re doing alright. Your contract with Teagan is up, and I was wondering if you’ve thought more about my offer.” He asks.

Before I can help myself, I answer with a quote. “There has to be more to life than just imagining a future for yourself.”

“I can’t just wait for the future. I have to take the risks to create it.” He responds, making me beam up at him.

“You read it?”

“I did. It was a sad book. Sad, but good.” He admits.

He looks me over and tilts his head curiously when he looks at the bandaids on my chest. I use them to cover my n*****s when they’re sore. It can be painful touching them after having clamps on. He doesn’t comment on it though. He just waits for my response.

“I want to sign a contract with you if you still want me to, Sir.” I tell him, lowering my eyes respectfully.

He reaches out to grab my chin and lift it to look into my eyes. “I like eye contact. Other doms are picky about that, but I’m not. Before we sign a contract, I’d like to take you to my playroom so that we can discuss the contract and I can inform you of a few things, okay?”

“Alright, Sir. I’m okay with that.” I agree.

I stand up from my seat and let him lead the way, making sure to remember my training and always walk slightly behind the dom. Once Claude gets to his playroom, he opens the door to let me look around.

It makes sense for him the walls are dark green and the floor is light brown. It reminds me of the cabin feel of his house. Most playrooms seem intimidating, but I guess Claude isn’t interested in any pain play. He doesn’t have any whips or floggers on his walls. Just different ropes. They’re all shades of brown or green, but I can see that they’re different lengths, sizes, and textures.

In addition to the ropes, there’s only a bed and a bench in the room. No swing or St. Andrew’s cross. He has a dresser pressed against the wall and surprisingly, he has a desk as well.

After glancing around a bit, I look over at him, and wait for instructions.

He walks to the bed and grabs a pillow before walking to his desk. He tosses the pillow on the floor and sits in his chair, pulling two contracts out of his drawer. “Come kneel.”

I obey immediately, excited to finally see how Claude is as a dom. I already know that he’s a great guy who really seems interested in me. He’s also very sweet, but I like his demanding tone and the darkened tint of his brown eyes.

“Take this. Skim it while I go over the important parts.” He tells me, handing me one of the contracts.

I take it from him and bite my lip to hide my smile. He was so talkative the other day. Now his commands are very short and simple.

I look down at the contract and skim over it while he talks.

“Before we get into my rules and things like that, I want to let you know how I am as a dom. I’m extremely possessive. Even if we aren’t dating, you won’t have the same freedom outside of the club as you did with Teagan. I would want to know where you are and who you’re with at all times. That along with all of my rules is the main reason a lot of submissives don’t want a contract with me, so if you aren’t comfortable with that then it’s alright.”

“I’m fine with that sir. I think I’d do better with more strict guidance.” I admit, looking up at him to smile.

He returns it with a warm smile of his own which makes my heart flutter slightly. “I am not a sadist. I don’t like inflicting pain in traditional ways. I do enjoy pushing my submissive’s limits mainly with how much pleasure they can handle.”

“And the ropes, sir?”

“I’m well trained with ropes so I like to display them. I don’t use them in every scene, but in most, I do.” He tells me before reaching over to pet my hair. “You’re doing good, Beau. How does everything sound so far?”

“Great, Sir. I’m excited to try new things.” I smile at the praise he’s giving me and even nuzzle his wrist slightly.

“Good. Onto my rules, I have quite a few, but I don’t expect you to remember them all. I know it can be difficult to do everything right. The punishments I give heavily depend on if the rule was broken on accident or on purpose.” He pauses for a moment before talking again, this time, telling me his rules. “No drinking, no smoking, and no drugs. I know that you’re old enough to drink and smoke, but I don’t care about that. No parties unless you ask me first. No illegal activities. No changing your body in any way unless you ask me first. That includes dying your hair, getting tattoos, getting piercings or anything like that.”

He pauses for a moment to let the information sink in. Teagan only had 10 rules and they were easy to remember. I know that he has more, but the rules he’s giving me are things I wouldn’t do anyway. When I nod for him to keep going, he does.

“I will let you hang out with your friends only if I know where you’ll be and I’ve met the person you’re going with. No spending the night with anyone other than me unless you ask first. No s*x with anyone but me. No masterbating unless I tell you to or you get permission. No cumming without permission. No talking to or touching other doms without permission. No lying. And lastly, I want complete transparency. Tell me anything and everything.” He stares down at me when he finishes and I look straight back at him.

Keeping eye contact with Claude doesn’t feel weird like it does to keep eye contact with other doms. It feels comfortable like it did when we were at his house. I love looking into his eyes.

“That’s all of my rules. I guess an unspoken one is to obey my commands, but you don’t seem like the bratty type.” He points out, making me laugh softly.

“Not at all. Following rules and obeying commands is like second nature for me.” I admit. Claude smiles and pats his lap for me.

I nod and stand up to sit on his lap, straddling his waist comfortably. He scoots back up to his seat and rests his head on my shoulder so he can see the contract on the desk behind me.

I slump into his arms comfortably as he starts asking more questions to fill it out.

“Full name?”

“Beau Ty Clarke.”

“Beau Ty. That’s cute.” He mumbles, making me blush. “Sexuality.”

“I like boys, Sir.” I inform him. In a way it makes me gay, but also not.

“So you’re gay? Well since you like boys and you’re a boy.”

“I’m pangender, Sir. I don’t really care how people identify me. I have feminine and masculine traits so I don’t mind if someone sees me as a boy or a girl. I uh… I do have a d**k though.”

“I know, Beau. I’ve touched it before.” He reminds me. I blush more and hide my face in his neck. “What are your pronouns? I hope I haven’t been messing them up.”

“No, not at all, Sir. He/him is fine. She/her is okay too. I’m not picky about it.”

“Alright. Hard limits?”

“I don’t like pain, so anything that would hurt a ton isn’t really for me. Also sharp things like knives and stuff.” I tell him.

“Good because I don’t like inflicting too much pain. I do have a flogger and a riding crop, but it’s only for pleasure. If I decide to give you a physical punishment, it will almost always be a spanking.” He informs me, and I nod.

Teagan likes impact play. Whether it’s s******g, flogging, whipping or anything like that. That’s why he works so well with Sawyer who is a masochist. After spending so much time together, Teagan and I realized that we don’t really mesh well. I don’t meet his needs, and he doesn’t really meet mine either. Of course he can please me sexually, but he’s not quite what I was looking for in a dom.

“Do you mind if I ask you something personal?”

“What is it, Sir?” I answer.

He pulls away from my neck and takes my face in his hands, kissing my nose sweetly which just makes me smile. “I don’t want you to take any offense to it, but I’ve been wondering why you’re so small. Do you mind telling me.”

“I’m not offended, Sir. I know you don’t mean anything by it.” I assure him before glancing down at my body. I’ve gained a bit of weight since I became a submissive. Teagan always makes sure that I’m eating good. I’m at 112 pounds now. I can hardly see my ribs poking out anymore. “I was born three months early. My mother was very small when she was pregnant with me so the doctors warned her that I probably wouldn’t survive, but I did. There were a lot of medical problems with me when I was a baby, but now I’m as healthy as can be. I’m just small. I always will be smaller than normal.”

“Alright. I find it adorable actually, so as long as you’re healthy, I don’t mind it.” He smiles and runs his hands up my thighs to rest on my hips. “This will probably sound like a weird question but have you ever broken any bones?”

“My leg and arm when I was a toddler. Being scrawny made me more fragile I guess. Why?” I admit, making him hum thoughtfully.

“As you can probably tell, I specialize with ropes. If your body isn’t used to being tied in straining positions, it can be more painful than pleasurable which is not what I want. It’s worse for limbs that have been broken before. I’ll do less straining knots to start you off so that your body can get used to it. Your body is important to me and I’d never do anything to injure you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” I respond quickly. Claude seems like an expert with this stuff. I’m a bit nervous about being restrained. When I was talking to other submissives about things like that, they explained that being tied up by a master trained in Shibari would make every movement restricted.

When Teagan tied me up, it was usually just my wrists and sometimes my ankles, but the rest of my body could move.

“I can see you’re getting anxious, Angel. Tell me your worries.”

I blush and look off to the side, looking back at him when he taps my chin to remind me that he likes eye contact.

“Master Skylar is trained in Shibari too, and Dimitri said that when he’s completely tied up, he can’t move at all, and I’ve never done complete restraint before so I’m a little scared.”

“I can see why it seems scary or intimidating at first. Like I said, I’ll ease you into it. Skylar’s style is far different from mine though. I practice what I think of as a subcategory of Shibari called Kinbaku. It’s partially the same, but Shibari is focused so much on presentation and the restraint itself. Kinbaku focuses on the process of restraint and that makes it more erotic and emotional for both the restrainer and the restrained.” He explains.

I stare into his eyes for a moment, enjoying the way the brown sparkles with flecks of amber like they do when he gets excited. I can try it if it makes him so happy. “Alright. I trust you, Sir.”

“Has Teagan ever done suspension with you?”

“No, sir. We tried twice, but both times I got scared and used my safeword.” I admit, unable to contain the heat that keeps threatening to creep onto my face.

“That’s alright, Beau. Nothing to be worried about. We can try it if you’d like, but if not then that’s fine too.” He kisses my cheek and rubs my hips with his thumbs. “Speaking of which, what are your safewords?”

“Reliance to slow down and mercy to stop, Sir.”

He takes his hands off of me to write on the paper more. After a moment, he has me turn in his lap so that I can read through the formalities and sign which I do.

He smiles at the small way I write my signature. ‘Beau Ty Clarke’ is written in tiny letters on the line above the word ‘submissive’.

Claude signs his as well. His signature is cool. The first letter of each name is capital and cursive whereas the rest is much smaller and written normally. ‘Claude Labette’

Claude sets the contract aside before having me stand with him standing right after. He moves me to the center of the room and pets my hair while gently kissing my forehead. He reaches down to unzip my pants, and I let him, stripping off my leather shorts and lacy panties at his command. Once I finish, I stand in the center of the room with him behind me.

“I want to get to know your body. Not in the way that I have before, but my way, okay? I want you to open yourself to me. I know your scenes may have been very intense physically. Your scenes with me will be just as physically intense, if not more. The part that many submissives don’t expect is the intimacy of it. The emotional intensity.” He explains while gently gliding his fingers up and down my arms in a way that makes me easily relax.

“Yes, Sir. I want that.” I tell him. I keep myself still, allowing myself to enjoy the little pleasures he’s giving me with nothing more than the tips of his rough fingers. His hands are like magic, making me melt like putty for him.

“Take deep breaths. In through your nose and out through your mouth.” He instructs, bringing his fingers from my navel all the way up to the tip of my chin. I obey his instructions, moaning softly when he traces shapes and movements all over my body. “I’m seeing where your body is sensitive to touch and pressure. These spots are where my ropes will go when I tie you.”

I start to sway slightly, continuing to take deep breaths while every thought in my head dissipates into nothingness.

“Relax your body, mind, and soul. Trust me to care for you. Empty your mind and let me give you the pleasure you desire.” He coaxes more.

I don’t waste a second clearing out my thoughts. My eyes are closed, making me see nothing but blackness. My mind is clear, a blank white slate. My soul is open, accepting his gentle and methodical touches as all sounds around me seem to fade away. I think nothing, see nothing, hear nothing.

All I can do is feel, and it feels amazing. Every swipe of his finger or tap on my skin sends pleasure shooting through my entire body. It feels oddly romantic. The touches are so innocent. He never once touches my length, my n*****s, or my ass, yet it still feels so good. It feels like I’m giving myself to him, and he’s giving himself to me, giving me a glimpse into his world.

As the pleasure builds, I feel my eyes start to water. It doesn’t hurt at all, and I’m not sad either. I understand now what he meant by emotional intensity.

“c*m, Beau.”

My body reacts on its own, shooting c*m all over the floor in front of me as I let out a loud moan. Usually my body will give me warning signs, but this time there was nothing.

I slowly come out of my daze and blush when I turn to Claude. “S-Sorry, Sir! I came on your floor.”

“You did amazing. I’ve never had a sub with a body that reacts quite like yours. Yours is extremely easy to manipulate the way I want.” He tells me, wrapping his arms around my waist while pecking my cheek. He wipes my tears away and smiles at me.

I smile at the sound of his praise and nod. He was right. Even without the ropes I’m sure the technique is the same. It felt like I was floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

“I’ve never c*m without having my d**k touched before.” I admit to him, making him laugh softly.

“Well that will happen more often with me. I rarely feel the need to touch my submissives in traditionally s****l ways. The ropes are enough. I’ll also never have s*x with you while you’re tied up. I see my kinbaku as art and the last thing I’d want to do is ruin it.” He informs me. When he sees my disappointed face, he’s quick to explain. “I don’t mean that it will never happen. Since kinbaku takes a long time, sometimes I’ll tie you just partially or not at all and we’ll have s*x that way. I’m not the type of dom that’s opposed to vanilla s*x. I quite like it actually.”

“How long has it been since we got in here, sir?” I ask. It doesn’t feel like much time has passed, but the pain in my feet tells me that I was standing for a while.

“About 3 hours. Our little scene lasted for about half of that. Full kinbaku can be time consuming. My style especially because it focuses more on the small touches and details. The longer I take, the more relaxed you’ll be And the better you’ll feeling.” He explains, making my eyes widen.

It’s been an hour and a half? It hardly felt like 30 minutes. Claude takes me to the bed and has me lay down, massaging me gently.

We don’t talk for a while. We just look at each other while he eases my nerves even more. “What race are you, Sir?”

When the shock shows on his face, I blush and shake my head quickly. “Sorry! Nevermind. I don’t realize that was rude.”

“Shh… it’s not. Relax, Angel. My father is french and my mother is African American.”

“Do you speak French?”

“Seulement aux beau garçons aux yeux bleus et aux cheveux verts.” He answers, but I just look at him curiously. “Beau means beautiful in French. I’m sure your parents must know that if they named you Beau. With your middle name it looks like Beauty.”

“My mother is French, but I never learned it. They always wanted me to focus on academics rather than extracurriculars. It worked I guess since I’ve got extremely good grades now, but I feel like I missed out. I don’t know, maybe that’s why I’m so antisocial now.” I ramble on for a moment before shutting my mouth and waiting for his response.

“I know what that’s like. My parents pushed school onto me a lot as well. I felt like nothing I did would be good enough to meet their expectations. Now I’m a perfectionist with control issues.” He confesses, making me smile. Every time we talk, we find more things in common. “I’m glad that you’re social with me, Angel. I could listen to your pretty voice go on for hours.”

I blush and sit up, crossing my legs while I stare at him. Before I lose the confidence to ask, I blurt out, “Do you ever date your submissives, Sir?”

He stares at me for a while with an unreadable look on his face. For a moment we just look into each other’s eyes. I’m so enchanted by his that I hardly noticed him leaning in. Once our lips touch, I allow him to lead, dictating how deep and intense the kiss gets.

Our lips move together tenderly, making me relax and kiss him back more. Anytime I take too much control, he overpowers me again, but before it can really turn me on, he pulls away.

“I haven’t before, but I think I’ll have to reconsider my traditions. Most submissives get boring and tiring, but I can see you keeping me interested. Especially with how much we have in common outside of all of this.” He answers.

He crawls in the bed next to me and kisses my cheek. I’ve noticed that he likes to show affection with little kisses or touches. I like that about him.

It’s far different from Teagan. Teagan shows love through gifts which was nice, but also made me feel kinda like he was my sugar daddy. I know I wasn’t using him for his money, but for some reason my mind always blames myself when people do nice things for me. Anytime he got me a gift I felt bad about it. Of course I didn’t mention it though. I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

“Do you want to date me, Sir?” I force my blush away while making myself as bold and confident as possible.

“Are you asking me out?”

“Are you accepting?”

“Yes.” He finally says, pulling me closer. He wraps his arms around me so tight that my face is pressed against his hard chest.

“Oh! Uh… great. Yeah that’s good. So you’re my boyfriend now, Sir.”

“Indeed, Angel. I am.”