One Shots (MxM)

Fizzle gets a Tattoo

Fizzle gets a tattoo-

Fizzle

My friends definitely have a habit of getting me into trouble, but this time it’s actually my idea. Fly wanted to get n****e piercings, and everyone decided to come with him, but now I'm looking at the tattoo books and I found one I really love.

It's a blue morpho butterfly. It's my favorite kind. Butterflies are my favorite animals and if I could be one, I'd probably be the happiest person alive.

"H-How much would it be to get this?" I ask one of the workers while pointing at the picture.

"$135 unless you want it bigger." The man answers. He's not quite as big as Andrew and he definitely seems more timid, but he's still pretty sweet.

I should have a ton of money in my account from all the times I saved the allowance Andrew gives me. "Alright. Could I get it right here?"

I point at the area right above my crotch and give him a shy smile. After he checks my ID, he has me take off my shirt and shimmy my pants down a bit before laying back on the chair.

"Oh, wow. Are you alright?"

I look down at my chest and casually shrug. There's bruises and scars and welts all over, but it's not a big deal. I just have to come up with some lie.

"Yeah. Uh... I do MMA."

God, I'm so f*****g dumb. MMA? Seriously, Fizzle? You look like you'd snap in half if someone punched you.

He raises a brow and looks me over. "You? Really?"

"Y-Yeah. I'm pretty good." At least that part isn't a lie. I am good at what I do.

"Alrighty then."

As he draws the stencil and places it on my skin, I glance over at my friends, crowding around Fly. They don't really make me feel bad. It doesn't hurt or even bother me that I'm the one that matters least.

By 'I don't matter' I don't mean that they hate me or want to stop being friends with me. I just mean that they don't really notice me and tend to take me for granted.

I'm not invisible. I get invited to every hang out or group activity, but if I didn't show up, I don't think any of them would stop to wonder why I wasn't there.

I'm their friend. I just always go unnoticed. Like now. I doubt they even realize that I'm not standing with them anymore.

Part of me wishes that it was still just Elliot and I. Noel, Fly, and Ramey are all pretty new and since Noel is the ring leader, people often forget that it all started with Elliot and I. I'm getting the feeling that he likes Noel more than me now. I love my friends, but I miss being so close with him.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when he starts on the tattoo. The pain isn't bad at all. It's more like the sharp stingy pain that I really enjoy, so my biggest problem is trying to keep my c**k from getting hard.

"This shouldn't take long. Maybe you should have your friends wait?" He suggests. I look over to see Fly paying for the piercings before leaving with the others.

"It's alright. They'll come back when someone realizes I'm not trailing behind them anymore." I explain.

That's usually what happens if they leave me by accident. Elliot will ask a question or Noel will tease me and they realize that I'm not with them.

"What made you want to get a tattoo?" He asks. He's nearly done with the outline already. He has a few shades of blue set on the little table next to him so that he could get the blending right.

"I really like butterflies. Most people say they symbolize change, but for me it's more like they symbolize being grateful just to be alive. They never live past a year and still they go so many places and bring so much joy. They live to bring happiness to others. I want to do that too. The butterfly is like a reminder of that." I explain. After a moment of silence, my face gets hotter. "S-Sorry. Was I talking too much?"

"Not at all. I just think your voice is beautiful."

"Oh! Thank you." I mumble, looking off to the side. I almost said 'yours too', but Andrew would kill me if I flirt with someone.

It's a bit hard not to say anything with the needles poking me over and over. It feels a lot like the pinwheel Master uses on me sometimes. It's nice.

When he lets out a soft laugh, I look down again and blush even brighter. "Sorry. I don't know why it's doing that."

He puts his hand on my chest when I move to sit up and pushes me back down. "It's alright. I'm almost finished anyway. Though, I can't say I've had anything like this happen before."

"R-Right."

Once he does the last bit of color, he gets a clear jelly and rubs it into the fresh tattoo before taping a small square of saran wrap to it.

"All done sweetheart." He tells me, allowing me to put my clothes back on. I pull my shirt up a bit to look at it.

It's great. It's so cute. I hope Andrew likes it. I run my finger over it before getting my things and walking to the desk that he's ringing it up at.

"Alright, so It's $120."

"I thought you said-"

"I went ahead and gave you the cute boy discount."

"You really didn't have to do that." I tell him, but he shrugs me off as I insert the debit card Andrew got for me.

I know my life isn't traditional. I don't have a job, but I'm basically a housewife without the ring. My Master pays for everything, and gives me all that I could need or want. In return, my entire world revolves around him. I don't have time for random guys.

"It's alright, sweetheart. You could just give me your number in return."

I take the card out when it tells me to and stand awkwardly as I reply. "I have a boyfriend."

"Surely you could use another friend then? Maybe one that doesn't ditch you?" He pushes, making me more uncomfortable.

"He doesn't like me giving my number out to people he doesn't know."

"So what? He just controls your whole life to the point where you can't even make new friends?"

I shift slightly and open my mouth to respond, but I'm cut off when my friends show up again.

"Fiz! There you are. Dude we were looking all over for you. We're gonna go get coffee."

"Andrew doesn't let me drink coffee."

"I bet he doesn't let you get tattoos either." Noel points out, gesturing to the part of the tattoo that peeks out under my shirt.

Elliot grabs my hand to drag me along while Fly and Noel lead with Ramey following behind us all. He's usually the one that's prone to getting lost. When he gets into his little space, he just wanders off.

I reach my hand back and smile at him, almost cooing at the way he smiles back and grabs on, letting me keep him connected to the rest of the group.

"Why was your phone off, Fizzle?" Fly asks, making me tilt my head.

"I don't think it is." I mumble, letting go of Elliot to reach into my pocket. I tap the screen a few times, but when it doesn't come on, I hold the power button until it does. My face pales as soon as the notifications pop up. 10 messages in the group chat and 2 calls from Noel isn't a big deal.

What scares me is the 43 text messages from Andrew and 10 missed calls with 3 voicemails. "Guys I have to go home."

I scroll to the ones at the top.

'Where are you, Baby?'

'I know you were with Noel, but I thought you'd be done by now'

I skip a few and go farther down.

'Call me.'

'Fizzle?'

'You have 5 minutes to call me'

I skip to the bottom.

'At this point, you might just want to hide because when you decide to show up, there's going to be hell to pay.'

"He can wait a little longer." Noel says, but before he can say anything else, I gather them around my phone and play the most recent voicemail.

"I don't know what the f**k gave you the idea that you're allowed to f*****g ignore my calls and messages, but I really hope that you're perfectly aware of just how much I want to beat the s**t out of you right now. If you aren't home by 10, don't bother coming back because I will actually end up getting arrested for homicide."

The voicemail ends, and they all stand around with wide eyes before Noel speaks.

"Alright we have to get you home ASAP."

Elliot pauses and looks a little worried. "Wait. Fizzle, are you sure it's a good idea to go now? A dom isn't supposed to punish their sub when they're angry."

"I know what it sounds like, but Andrew is a very calm person when it comes to me. He does this all the time. The way he phrases things makes him seem mean and crazy, but he's not. He's just trying to scare me." I assure them.

Andrew is whiny and childish, but he's not aggressive. He just pretends to be. He's like a dog that growls and barks and bares its teeth, but never bites. He just wants people to think he's mean.

That's our version of fear play. He does it all the time to the point where vanilla people would think he's abusive. Even some of the doms like Claude and Hayes commented on him threatening to 'beat' me.

I expressed my worries to him in the first few weeks that we signed the contract. I told him that even the other doms and subs think we're crazy.

He didn't brush it off and call them vanilla w****s. He didn't roll his eyes and pretend it wasn't important. He sat me down and we had a very serious conversation about how the only opinions that matter in our relationship are ours.

Others may look in from the outside and think it's weird or crazy or some mixture of both, but they aren't us.

Once we get to the apartment complex, I quickly hug them all and head inside. I get into the elevator and go to the top floor. I feel my anxiety and anticipation grow with each floor that passes by.

I've only done something like this once before, but it was before we signed our contract. He didn't really punish me aside from saying that he wouldn't have s*x with me for a week.

He did the same thing. He yelled and screamed and cursed, but as soon as I saw his face, I knew he was just worried about me. Even now I'm sure he was just scared that I got hurt or something.

When I'm on the top floor, I walk out of the elevator and to the door, typing in my code before opening the door. I step inside and close the door behind me.

Before I even get the chance to turn back around, his hand wraps around my neck. He slams me against the wall, making me yelp and drop my things.

He moves me up farther so that my toes are just barely touching the ground. "Where the f**k have you been?"

"I-I was with my friends. Fly wanted to get piercings." I explain, barely able to breathe in this position.

He lets go so that I can gasp for breath, but swings his hand out to smack me right after. That's not even close to as hard as he can hit. He just knows that I don't like bruises on my face.

"I'm going to ask you questions and you're going to answer with yes or no." He tells me, and I nod quickly. "Verbal response."

"Yes, Master."

"Are you mentally challenged?"

I pause for a moment before answering. "No, Master."

"Okay. Are you a literal 5 year old child?"

"N-No, Master."

"So then what, pray tell, made your dumbass think that it's okay to ignore my texts and calls?" He snaps at me.

I look down and shift slightly while staying silent. He hates when I give excuses. Why is he asking for one?

"I asked a question, Fizzle."

I hate when he uses my name. "I must've turned it off by accident. I didn't realize until Fly told me, but-"

"What the f**k is that?" He reaches out to grab my shirt, pulling it up to look at the butterfly that's now on my navel. "For the love of god, please tell me that's fake."

"No. I used my money to pay for it-"

"You got a tattoo without asking me?"

"Y-Yes? I didn't know I had to ask."

"You should've." He nags, grabbing my arm to pull me to our playroom. "It's in the rules."

"No It's not." I argue, earning myself an angry glare.

"The clause at the end stated that you are giving me physical ownership of your body, correct?"

"Yes."

"And the rules clearly state that you aren't allowed to alter my belongings without permission."

I know where this is going. How was I supposed to know that he'd make a loophole just to make it seem like I broke an obvious rule? It's not like other times when he makes things up just so that he can tease me. He's serious.

"Yes, Master."

"So you broke the rules and you need to be punished." He states with finality.

"Yes, Master." I mumble again.

"Since you don't feel like following the rules. Your punishment is that you can do whatever you want for the next two days."

My head snaps up to stare at him. He's letting me do what I want? I like having a Master/slave dynamic, but maybe this would be a nice break.

"Speaking of which." He holds out his hand and raises a brow. "Give me your collar."

My eyes widen as I reach up to put my hand over it. My day collar is just a simple chain with a lock on the front. The back has a clasp so that I can put it on and take it off on my own.

Andrew wears the key around his neck. Doms don't usually wear collars or anything like that, but Andrew insisted that he have a way to show others that he is mine just as I am his.

I am his. I don't want to take off my collar. I can feel my hands start to sweat as my heartbeat races. I can't take it off. This collar is the only thing that gives me comfort in the idea that Andrew really wants me. If I take it off then we just go back to how we were before. I don't want that. I can't handle that.

I've woken up from nightmares only to go straight into panic attacks because of dreams about something like this. In one, he took my collar and gave it to another sub. He replaced me.

He's going to replace me. I know I'm more insecure than the average person, but that's just because it seems like I'm not as good as everyone else.

I'm not popular like Elliot. I'm not attractive like Fly. I'm not a natural leader like Noel , and I'm clearly not as cute as Ramey. I'm the average one. Why would someone as amazing as Andrew ever settle for an average submissive like me?

"I'm waiting."

I grab the lock tightly and stand up to step back. I shake my head and try to blink back my tears. "No."

"Excuse me?" He practically growls, stepping closer each time I move back.

"I don't want to take it off. Please don't make me."

"I didn't ask if you wanted to. I told you to take it off and give it to me." He snaps at me, reaching out.

I quickly step back before he can grab it and end up stumbling back, falling flat on my ass. "Veto."

Andrew stops in his tracks with a shocked look. His eyes went wide and his jaw even dropped a bit. "For what reason?"

"I-It would cause me mental trauma. Please don't take it off. P-Please don't get rid of me." I cry, reaching up to wipe my face when my breathing speeds up.

Andrew was the reason that it's okay that I'm the least important friend. It's because I knew that I'm the most important person to him. Without my collar on, I don't know if that's true anymore.

Without this symbol of his feelings for me, how can I be sure that they're still there?

"Okay. I won't take it then. I need you to relax for me, Soda Pop. You're going to hyperventilate if you keep breathing like that." He warns me, kneeling in front of me before pulling me close.

He sits back to pull me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me while kissing my head. I start to relax due to his warm and cozy body along with the soft words he whispers in my ear, "It's all okay, baby. I'll never do that again. You're mine with or without the collar, and I am yours too, Fizzle."

"I'm sorry, Master. I should've asked before I got the tattoo, but I wasn't thinking and you should still punish me."

"We'll wait. For now let's just go take a nap, okay?"

"Okay, Master."