One Shots (MxM)

Andrew and Fizzle Break Up

Andrew and Fizzle break up?-

Andrew

It's a problem. I know it is. It's been weighing on me every single time we do a scene and every time I push his limits. It scares me how far he'll push himself for me. To convince me that he doesn't have limits at all.

Everyone has limits and the more he ignores his limits to impress me, the more f****d up our situation gets.

"Fizzle, will you come here?"

He walks over and goes to kneel in front of me, but I stop him and have him sit on the couch next to me. Luckily he has clothes on since we just got back from the club.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"I think we need to end our contract." I tell him, waiting for his reaction.

It comes instantly. His eyes filling with tears as his breath depends and gets heavier. "What. Why? I'm a good sub. I know I am. I do everything you say. I-I never do anything wrong."

I try to hold in my own emotions while I look at him. I hate seeing him cry because of something like this. I hate how sad he looks, but I have to do what's best for him. What kind of dom would I be if I let him keep on going down this path?

"You don't listen to me-"

"Yes I do! I'll be good! I swear I will. Please don't do this. I'll never do anything bad ever again. P-Please." He sniffles and reaches up to wipe his endless tears while I blink back my own.

"Fizzle, we can't keep doing this. You're hurting yourself and it makes me scared for you."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't do that."

"Do you know that you have never used a safeword in all the times we've played together?"

"That's just because you're a really good dom."

"No it's not. It's because you push yourself past your limits to impress me. The whole point of your safeword is to keep you safe and it doesn't work if you care more about me than yourself. I want you to obey me, and I want you to accept how I push your limits, and I even want you to worship me, but I don't want that until you're confident enough in yourself to tell me to stop when you need to."

"Okay. I'll try to be better. I don't want you to leave. Please don't do this. I need you." He cries, scooting closer to put his face in my chest.

I wrap my arms around him and feel his tears soaking into my shirt. I didn't expect him to react so badly. Of course I'm still interested in him and I want him to keep being my slave but if we can't fix this soon then the relationship will be nothing but toxic for the both of us.

"Shh, it's okay Soda Pop. You'll stay here with me and still sleep in my bed but no playing until I think about it, okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry, Master. I'll tell you when I'm at my limit from now on. I swear."

"Good boy."

***

This is a total d**k move, but I know that fizzle can take a lot, so if he'll need a safeword, it'll be for something dramatic like this.

Teagan and Hayes both said that it's not good to test him like this but how else am I supposed to know that he'll safeword from now on?

"You want to have s*x with me in front of him?" Wenn asks, making me smirk and nod. This test will double as his punishment for the rude comments he made towards Wenn as well.

"Exactly."

"Not to question your actions, Sir, but the reason he and the others were teasing me anyway is because you and the other doms give me attention."

"He'll learn that f*****g and flirting with you is my decision. Not yours." I tell him, reaching out to grab his red hair and pull it back before tilting my head and looking closer at his skin. "A dom left hickeys on you? That's just a d**k move if you don't have a contract. No dom wants a sub that's been claimed."

"It wasn't a dom. Anyway, after today I'm done with this. No more s*x with you or any of the other one timers that don't have any real interest in me. I deserve better than you." He tells me, and I shrug.

"You got a boyfriend then?"

"None of your business." Wenn responds. I grab his hips and pull him against me while dipping my head down to kiss his neck.

"Don't do me like that. C'mon, is he cute? What's he look like? Is his d**k bigger than mine?" I tease, reaching my hands around him to grope his ass.

"He's a sexy latino with tattoos, and yes he's way better in bed."

"Aww, you don't have to lie, little red."

Wenn smirks and looks up at me, seeming a hell of a lot more confident than he usually is. "The reason he's better than you is because he didn't ditch me in the morning. He stayed and cooked me breakfast. I never felt wanted before and it was a nice change. I'm glad that you have Fizzle now, because I'm done being everyone's second choice."

"I'm happy for you, but this is Fizzle's punishment. Are you alright with everything I said would happen?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm not really an exhibitionist though so nothing too intense, okay?"

"Alright. Also you may not get to finish." I admit.

"So basically I'm doing you a favor?"

"Yep."

"Great. I'll be here." Wenn sits on the bed and waits patiently as I set up chains in the corner of the room before leaving to find Fiz.

He's dancing with Nerff as usual. I walk behind him and grab his hips. "Let's go Soda Pop."

Fizzle turns to me, letting me lead him back into my playroom where he's been so many times before. I lead him straight to the chains and lift his arms over his head, hooking the cuffs in order to keep him there.

"What's your safeword?"

"Disengage. Why is Wenn here?"

"Because I'm going to f**k him."

He looks up at me before looking down again with a little pout. "This is my punishment, sir?"

"Yes. I want you to watch. No looking away or pretending that it's not happening. This is me choosing to use Wenn as a punishment for you. It's not because he begged or convinced me to. It's because I want to. He's sexy and obedient and great in bed, so next time you think about shaming someone, just keep in mind that this isn't something he's choosing. It's something I am."

"Yes, sir."

I walk away from Fizzle and back to the bed, mentally pep talking myself. Having s*x with someone else as a punishment to him has always seemed too much. I'm willing to do a lot to him, but this has always been an unspoken limit.

Ever since we signed a contract, I've been entirely monogamous. I flirt with other subs and sometimes I swap with doms during scenes, but never this. I just need to make sure that I don't chicken out.

I strip off my pants and shoes, leaving me naked before I climb in the bed and lean over Wenn, hooking my fingers in his shorts to pull them down. He blushes and glances at Fizzle for a moment, but I lean down and kiss the shell of his ear.

"Don't look at him. Focus on me, red."

In a way, I have to be more focused on Wenn than Fizzle. I don't want Wenn to feel like it's a punishment for him too, and I know it will end up like that if I'm not careful to respect his boundaries.

If I were less f****d up in the head, Wenn would be an ideal sub. He's obedient and my type as far as looks go. He's got pale skin that turns red quite easily which I like. He also bruises easily which is totally sexy. I'm not picky with features, but the blue eyes are quite adorable. Mostly I just like small guys with big butts.

Honestly, Fizzle is a bit on the flatter side, but he makes up for it by being adventurous when it comes to s*x. I like that he's open to try new things and that he can handle a lot of what I want to do to him. He's still got a great body, and he lets me have complete control over him and his life.

Wenn is too independent to mesh with me. I want a sub that needs me. I want a sub that depends on me and is willing to let me live out my sickest fantasies with him. Wenn isn't that guy. Fizzle is.

After kissing all over Wenn, he closes his eyes and starts to pant softly. I glance over at Fizzle for a second to find him staring at the places our bodies are touching. There's a mixture of sadness, anger, and jealousy in his eyes. I hate to make him truly upset, but it's necessary.

I focus my attention back on Wenn. I reach over on the bedside table and grab lube before glancing at the condoms. "He wrapped it when he f****d you, didn't he?"

"Yes. I know Dax's rules." He tells me, referring to the club rule that Dax has. We can only f**k people in the club and if we f**k someone else we have to use protection. The last thing he wants is a bunch of STD's circulating the club. That's also why we all get tested at least every 3 months.

I don't bother with a condom as I start to lube up my fingers. I push a few into him and start to stretch him well. He doesn't like bleeding which I'm fine with. I'm a good dom, mainly because I'm versatile. I could play with any sub at the club and be able to satisfy their needs.

Fizzle needs my sadism. Wenn needs my aggression. Even the other subs can find redeeming qualities in me. I form into what the submissive needs me to be, which is why I've f****d almost every one of them with the exception of Ramey and Beau.

Right now Wenn needs aggression for his satisfaction and Fiz needs me to be careful and attentive, so I'm going to be both. I pull my fingers out and line myself up before pushing into him, making sure that my sounds are a bit louder than normal.

I get off on keeping quiet when I'm with Fizzle. It's like telling him that even when he's pleasing me, he's still enjoying it more. I like to reinforce the idea that he needs me more than I need him though I'm not too positive that's the truth anymore.

I move my hips roughly against his, making him moan softly. He leans up a bit, but I wrap my hand around his throat and slam him down again.

His eyes roll back as I smirk and lean down to leave light kisses on his neck and the top of his chest. I look over at Fizzle again, trying to get a good idea of his headspace.

He's still watching like I told him too, but I see the anger fading and being replaced with just sadness. I look back down, but keep my ears open and ready to stop when he asks me to. It shouldn't be long now. I know how he feels when I touch other subs. He was quite possessive even when we weren't together.

I put my hands on Wenn, leaving one around his neck while the other trails across him, roughly grabbing or smacking his thighs before moving back up to pinch his n*****s which are more sensitive than most men's.

I move my hips quicker as well, making sure each thrust is deep and hard. I'm hoping I can please Wenn before Fiz reaches his limit. He moans a bit louder, throwing his head back on the pillows.

I flirt with Wenn a lot, but we haven't had s*x in a short while. I almost forgot how amazing it feels. Wenn's hole is very tight and yet he's still able to use it perfectly, squeezing and loosening at all the right times.

"Fuck... you're so f*****g good. You're so tight." I moan softly.

"T-Thank you, Sir. Please... harder."

I get a sinking feeling as I oblige to his requests, panting and moaning more. After just a few more moments, I hear the soft word being uttered.

"Disengage."

I swiftly pull out of Wenn and slip on a loose pair of boxers before going to Fizzle and unhooking him. When his arms come down, he wraps them around me tightly and puts his face in my chest to cry.

"I'm sorry. I tried to deal with it, but I can't. P-Please no more. I don't want to watch." He cries. He breathes heavily too, but I just hug him tightly and kiss his forehead while petting his hair.

"It's okay, soda pop. No more. Never again."

Wenn stands up and gets dressed, before starting to walk out. I stop him before he leaves and smile. "Thank you."

"No problem." He answers before leaving.

Fizzle pulls away and wipes his tears quickly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You were perfect Soda Pop. That's what I've wanted all along. This was good for you and now you're respecting your boundaries. I'll respect them too." I assure him before kissing him gently.

He kisses me back before kissing down my neck, biting on my skin. I wince slightly, but wait until he's finished. "Did you just leave a hickey on me?"

"Yes. Thank you for playing with me, Master, but you're mine. I'm not going to let some cute sub take you from me. I'm yours and you are mine, Sir. That's all."

I smirk and leave a hickey on his neck as well before teasingly mimicking him. "That's all."