One Shots (MxM)

Andrew as a Sub

This happened around 10 years ago

Andrew's Sub Scene (with Manny)-

Andrew

"You shouldn't pick fights just to get off, Andrew." Dax tells me. I roll my eyes.

I know I'm not crazy for liking pain and wanting to hurt people. There's plenty of sadists that do, but picking a fight is more exhilarating than doing a scene with a dom. Especially since my dom always worries about if he's hurting me too much.

Emmanuel prefers Dax over me. I don't blame him. I'm an annoying brat and Dax is an obedient sub. I don't think Dax told Manny yet, but he's thinking about becoming a dom. I thought it was weird. Dax is pretty small even for a 16 year old and he certainly couldn't top someone like me.

I smirk when I see the guy I'm looking for, Jonathan Merrit. God, he's so hot. There's two ways I could get off with Jon. Either he's a closet dom and I could just get on my knees and beg him to torture me until I can hardly breathe anymore or I pick a fight.

"Dax, you're on standby in case his friends join in."

"I don't like fighting-"

I walk away before he can finish, stopping in front of Jon. I stare at him for a moment before he turns to glare at me.

"Can I help you?" He snaps.

I bit my lip to hide a smirk. "I'm not too sure you could even if you tried. The only reason you're still allowed to go to this school is because your parents pay more for tuition than the rest of ours."

"Are you calling me dumb?"

"At least you're smart enough to come to that conclusion."

He shoves me, making me stumble back a few steps. "Watch it. You don't want this."

Actually Jon, this is exactly what I want. I rub my chest and look around as if I can't see him. "Did anyone else feel that wind just now?"

"I'm warning you, Lancaster. Don't f**k with me!"

"Or what? You run away to tell mommy and daddy like the little b***h you are?"

I see it coming, but I don't bother to move. His fist swings out, connecting with my cheek which causes me to fall back on my ass. I didn't hear a c***k which is a good sign, but the throbbing pain only sends the blood in my body rushing straight down into my pants.

"That's the best you can do? My little sister hits harder than you."

He comes forward to climb on top of me before swinging again, hitting me so hard that my head slams back against the floor. God, this is so good. Imagine if we were naked and my c**k was inside of him. That would be a dream come true.

He hits me a few more times as people crowd around us chanting 'fight fight fight' like it's an MMA match.

I only have a few minutes before the teachers come, so I let him hit me a few more times before flipping us over. I like this position with my hips between his thighs. It would be better if he were bloody and bruised.

I draw my arm back and send my fist flying into his face. He groans and struggles to get me off of him, but I use my other hand to grab his wrist when he tries to hit me again.

I'm so close. Each second sends me closer and closer to the edge. My knuckles and face are throbbing. His struggling is making him rub against me, and his cute little face is bloody now. He looks partially disgusted by the feeling of my boner, but mostly pissed like he'd kill me if he could. That's sexy.

I hit him a few more times. Closer. Closer. Closer. I can feel the warmth bubbling low in my stomach. Almost there...

"Enough!" I feel someone grab my arms, yanking me back as I struggle to get them off. One more punch and I would've c*m in my pants.

"Let go of me, you bastard! He hit me first." I snap at the teacher while another goes to Jon to keep him away from me.

"You're disgusting! You were totally getting off on that. Touch me again and I'll end you, Lancaster. "

"Do it then!" I respond, doing whatever I can to egg him on.

The teacher moves me so that he can place himself between me and Jon. Jon manages to get past the other teacher, but before he can get closer to me, Dax tries to hold him back.

Jon turns to him and hits Dax square in the jaw. My shock only lasts a few seconds before I try to go for him again. "Don't touch him! Don't ever touch him again, asshole. If you got a problem with me then stop whining like a b***h and do something about it."

The other teacher grabs Jon again, dragging him down the hall while Dax rubs his cheek. I can see that his lip is busted and he's bleeding.

"This is your last warning, Andrew. One more fight and you'll be expelled." Now that I'm taking the time to look at him, I notice who it is. Not a teacher. The principal.

"Mr. Baker, he hit me first. I was just defending myself."

"Sure you were. That doesn't change the fact that you've gotten into 13 fights since the school year began, and that's not counting the ones that went unreported. One more slip up and you're out Andrew. I don't care whose fault it was."

He walks away, making me huff while rolling my eyes. I've been expelled twice already. But they keep letting me back in. Part of it is because my stepdad is filthy rich and pays them more each time and part of it is because my mother thinks it's necessary for me to be around Dax.

She'd be right. Without him to reel me back in, I tend to go a bit wild. For a budding sadist with no proper training or a submissive to torture, a bit wild means beating a kid up so much that I broke his jaw and my own hand. That was the first time I got expelled and they tried to send me to a different school. I got expelled from that one after that, and my mom decided that I'm going to be wherever Dax is.

"What is wrong with you? If you want to be hurt then just..." he glances around before lowering his voice. "Just ask Emmanuel to play with you."

"It's not the same."

"How?"

"Manny doesn't let me hit him back. Pain is great, but inflicting it is like a completely different experience. It's so much better."

"Please don't get expelled again. I like this school, and I don't want to go to a different one just to babysit you." He snaps at me before walking away too. The crowd dispersed when the fight got broken up, so now it's just me.

No more mistakes, and no more fights. If not for myself or my parents, I can at least do it for Dax.

***

"Where are you? Manny was planning for both of us to come tonight?"

"My dad grounded me, but just tell him I'm sick or something."

"Okay. Do me a favor and lock your door-"

"My dad-"

"Your sperm donor can suck my d**k. I don't want him hurting you so lock your f*****g door. I'll come in through your window when I'm done here."

"Fine." I hear him shuffling a bit before I hear a small click. "Alright, I did it. I had an idea though. My dad saw the bruise and asked what happened. I didn't want him to know about the fight so I just said that some guy beat me up because I'm gay, and he just laughed a little bit and told me I deserved it."

"That's not a good thing."

"It is though. He didn't hit me. If he thinks I'm getting beat up at school for being gay then he won't hit me at home, so I was thinking that if you really get an urge to hurt someone, you could just hit me."

"I'm not going to hit you."

"Andrew, your 16 year old fists will hurt a hell of a lot less than his 40 year old ones. Please?"

"I like the sound of that. Say please again but more sexy."

"f**k you."

"Go ahead."

"You're disgusting."

"Don't make me count to three."

He sighs and clears his throat. "Please will you hit me anytime I have to see my dad. I really want you to, Sir."

"Good boy. Do it again so I can j******f to it."

"I'm hanging up."

"I love you."

"I regretfully love you too."

He hangs up on me just as Manny walks in. He rolls his eyes at me and sighs.

"You should have your things in your drawer. You should be naked, and you should be kneeling on the spot I marked for your training."

"Well Dax just called me and he said he's got a cold. I was worried so I started getting dressed to go check on him, but he insisted that I stay."

"You're a pathological liar."

"Yes, sir."

"Strip and get into the proper position. It actually works well that Dax couldn't make it. I was planning to try one on one scenes with each of you. You don't have the same kinks, so it doesn't make sense to play together all the time." Manny tells me.

I walk to the dresser to open my drawer, putting my phone in it before stripping naked. I fold up all of my clothes and put them in the drawer before keeling on the floor where a small piece of tape is. My spot is marked with an A and Dax's is marked with a D.

Manny grabs the riding crop and starts to walk around me. I enjoy this part. I like having him circle around me like a lion around its prey. I like feeling his eyes on my body.

He taps the crop against my back. "You have a bad habit of slouching. Keep your back straight."

"Sorry, Sir."

"Don't apologize. Just make an effort to correct it."

I focus on my posture, keeping my shoulders back and back straight. Manny stops in front of me, trailing the crop up my chest before resting it under my chin, tilting my head up.

"Why the hell do you have bruises on your face?"

I can't tell him that I got into a fight at school, because then he'd know that Dax and I aren't 19 like our ID's say we are. Instead, I come up with the next best thing.

"I wanted to hurt someone so I picked a fight on the street."

Manny looks at me for a moment, moving the crop before swinging it a bit harder than before. It smacks against my cheek, making me wince, but I resist the urge to rub the sting away. He hates when I do that.

He crouches in front of me and wraps his hand around my neck, using his grip to yank me forward. "Rule 3."

"Don't put myself or anyone else in danger."

"And if that guy had a knife on him, then what? You could've been seriously hurt. Stop acting like an immature little kid. Don't even get me started on the fact that as a sadist, that's s****l assault."

"No it's not. I didn't touch him like that."

"You get s****l pleasure from causing pain. You hurt him for s****l reasons. That's s****l assault. If you want to be a proper sadist, this is the step you have to take first. You can't be a dom if you aren't responsible enough to be a sub, and that means that you can't do a scene with a masochist until I say that you're capable."

"I am, sir. I can be responsible, and I'm capable of caring for a submissive."

"Then prove it to me."

I nod and get back into my position.

"I'm going to test you and then we'll play."

"Yes, Sir."

I'm in First position. Heels together, knees apart, back straight, with my hands clasped behind my back.

"Second position."

I move my heels apart to rest my ass between them before leaning forward to put my forehead on the ground. I stretch my arms above my head with the back of my hands against the ground and the palms face up.

"Perfect. Good boy. Third position."

I stand and move my feet shoulder width apart. I clasp my hands behind my back while keeping my head forward and eyes down. He almost moves the crop but before he taps me with it, I pull my shoulders back. This posture thing takes some getting used to.

"Present."

I move my arms behind my head, feeling him gently place the crop against my skin. He trails it slowly down my chest, nearly reaching my c**k before changing directions. When he gets to my ass, he swings it. The sting makes me jolt, but I keep the position.

"Fourth."

I walk to the empty wall, making sure I'm at the spot he marked before lifting my hands above my head. I cross my wrists before pressing them against the wall. I bend over just slightly to stick my ass out while keeping my back straight.

"Alright you're all done now. I'm quite impressed with how well you do when I give you something to work towards. You managed to keep your mouth shut too."

I almost say something, but I purse my lips instead. He moves me to the bed, pushing me down on it before getting a pair of leather handcuffs to hook me up with. Once I'm bound to the bed, he climbs in between my legs and sits back to look at me.

He takes the crop and trails it over my skin as his eyes follow. It's as if he's really touching me. When he gets to my n*****s, he draws back slightly before smacking the crop against one.

He leaves little smacks across my body, turning a few areas red while others turn a pinker shade. The color doesn't always show well on my skin but I can definitely feel my body heating up as he peppers little taps all over me.

He goes down further and looks at me. I can see the sadistic glint in his eyes as he smirks. He swings the crop again. This time, it hits my c**k. It was much harder than the other ones. I jump a bit and wince, feeling my length get harder because of the pain.

"It's so cute how turned on you get when I hurt you down here."

He uses his free hand to push my knees apart before wrapping it around my length, stroking a few times. I moan softly as he roughly squeezes the base. I wiggle my hips slightly, letting out a soft noise when he smacks my thigh with the riding crop.

"The more you struggle, the more I want to hurt you, pet."

"Please f**k me."

He hits me again. "Did I say you could speak? No? Then shut the f**k up. You'll be a good little w***e and take whatever I give you. You're here for my pleasure, so keep your mouth shut and let me do whatever I want to you."

I nod quickly, feeling how much I'm reacting already. I'm practically panting and there's sweat rolling down my chest. My legs are shifting as if they have a mind of their own and I can feel my hole twitching like it wants to be filled up.

Manny has a rule that we don't speak unless it's to safeword or he asks a question that needs a response. I think he just gets tired of me running my mouth and Dax telling me to shut up.

"Did you stretch yourself today?"

"Yes, Sir. Before I came here."

He nods and strips his pants off before grabbing the lube from the nightstand. He positions himself between my legs and squirts some onto my hole. He closes the bottle and tosses it aside before sinking into me.

He's not very gentle when he f***s me. Actually, he doesn't even give me 5 seconds to get used to it. He just starts thrusting into me right away, sending pain racing through my nerves. I moan as he quickly builds up speed. He thrusts into me quicker, wrapping his hand around my neck.

He squeezes slightly, holding until I get lightheaded and my vision fades a bit. He lets go before it gets too far and shifts the position so that one leg is wrapped around his waist while my other thigh is pressed to my chest. The position is a little bit awkward, but I don't get time to think about it because the angle has him slamming into my prostate every single time he thrusts into me.

I moan louder and arch my back, feeling my eyes roll back in pleasure as I desperately try to hold back from cumming.

After a moment or two he pulls out and flips me over, changing the position so that I'm face down ass up. He pushes into me again and wastes no time resuming his speed and roughness. He grabs my ass with both hands before pulling one back to smack me.

He reaches his other hand up to fist in my curly hair, yanking so that I come back on his length whenever he thrusts in. My hands are still cuffed to the bed so the only thing keeping my upper half up is his grip on my hair.

Manny s****s me a few more times before pressing his lips against my ear. "You're so good, pet. Can you feel how tight you're squeezing around me? Your little hole never wants this to end."

"Please can I c*m? I can't take anymore."

"No. Hold it."

My body starts to tremble as he keeps thrusting into me, hitting that same spot again and again. If he doesn't let me c*m soon I might have to break a rule.

I tighten myself as much as I can, hoping that it will bring him closer to his peak. He thrusts into me a few more times before burying his c**k inside of me and filling my hole up with c*m.

"Now you can cum."

I arch my back and drop my jaw, feeling my whole body jolting and trembling as I release onto his sheets, collapsing right after with a soft noise.

Manny pulls out and undoes my handcuffs before flipping me over and trailing his fingers over my body. "You did very well, Andrew. If you'd like me to teach you how to implement sadism into your s*x life while keeping your submissive safe, I'd be happy to."

"Thank you, Sir."

"No problem. Take a nap while I clean you up." He tells me before walking off to the bathroom.

I smirk and shut my eyes. See? I can be an obedient sub as long as it gets me what I want. If I'm being honest, what I want goes beyond what Manny can teach me.

I don't want to just hurt a sub. I want to completely ruin them. I want to inflict so much pain that they get addicted to it like it's a drug that they always go back to.

I want a sub that loves pain as much as I love inflicting it so that I can torture them without needing to worry about pushing too far. I want a sub that would get on his knees in front of hundreds of people and beg me to use him like a slave. I want a sub that looks at me and sees a god.

Once my training is finished, I'll look for him, and I won't stop until I find the sub that I'm satisfied with.