•Chapter 4•

Marcus pov

Saturday 20th June 2007

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I've been staying with Damian now for four months. After our not-so-one-night stand his head barman interviewed me and gave me the job as a bartender in the club. I love the job so much because I get to sleep in with Damian until dinner and then spend all night in a party environment serving fun cocktails. I also get to oogle all the hot guys who come to dance which Damian wasn't happy about. He doesn't need to worry about that anymore, now I'm his submissive and work in the bar at the bdsm club through the secret corridor.

That's right, the sexy man who owns the club is into bdsm and trained me to be his submissive. I've been a member of his club for two months now and I moved in so I didn't have to crash on my friends couch anymore. Moving in was one of the best decisions I've ever made, when he isn't running the club we're having sex and it's amazing. My asshole hasn't had a rest since I got here. The training was intense and I got spanked almost every training session for misbehaving. It's just so difficult to listen to orders and follow them.

My ass has had a very difficult time especially since it's just been Damian's 29th birthday. I planned a day for him where we had sex in the morning, went out for dinner at his favourite restaurant at lunch, came home and had more sex, and then went to the playroom for an intense scene where I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Unfortunately he wanted to try fisting with me and pulled on some black latex gloves. He tied me on the swing with my legs in the air and took his time pushing more and more of his hand into me. It's crazy how I go from never bottoming in my life to having a man's fist in me. He didn't even just put one fist in and call it a day, he alternated between both hands until I came from prostate stimulation. It's a detail I'll not be telling anyone else in my life.

"You alright sweetheart?" Asks Damian as he walks into the bathroom.

"I'm having a shit and you've just walked in, how do you think I am?" I say sarcastically. I'm having a shit so I'm ready to do an enema for him tonight, so I'd appreciate if he gave me some privacy.

"Watch your tone," he warns and I glare at him. He leans against the wall and looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"When you get off that toilet you're getting spanked," he says dryly. I open my mouth to argue but his dark gaze makes me look down respectfully.

"Sorry Master," I apologise and he leaves me to finish. When I'm done, I strip my clothes off and walk into the bedroom where he's sat in the bed for me. He doesn't need to tell me what to do, I've been in this position enough to know how to do it. I bend over his lap, my hands and feet on the floor so my ass is presented at the right height for his hand.

"You're getting twenty spanks for being disrespectful. Count, or I start again," he says coldly.

"Yes Master," I say and his hand strikes my ass roughly. Fuck that hurts!

"One," I breathe out and brace myself for the next hit. The next hit is gentler but still stings enough to make me wince. I hate spankings.

"Two," I say quickly, so he doesn't start from the beginning again. The next couple of spanks alternate between my left and right asscheek and I make sure to count out loud to ten.

"The next ten will be done with the paddle, since regular spanking never gets my point across," he says and I hear him pick the paddle off the bed. How didn't I see that before! I hate the paddle so much, it stings and leaves a blunt pain that I can't stand. My thighs tense up as I wait for the wooden instrument to hit my skin.

"Do you need to safeword out?" Damian asks quietly. I realise my body is shaking and my breathing is much quicker than it was before.

"Yellow," I say loud enough for him to just hear.

"Do you want me to finish with my hand or to stop completely?" He asks as his hand gently massages my sore asscheeks. It soothes them enough for me to say I want him to continue with his hand. "Paddles are a hard limit for you then."

"Yes Master, it hurts too much for me to handle," I explain and he hums.

"Good boy for telling me and for using your safeword," he says.

He continues with the spanking and I count them all up to twenty. When he's finished, he helps me lay on my front on the bed so he can put a soothing lotion on my red ass.

"I'm sorry for being a brat," I say as he rubs my skin softly.

"There's nothing wrong with being a brat, but you've got to learn to rein yourself in when it's not appropriate. When I'm preparing to go to the club I need to focus and make sure everything is right, so I can't afford to be correcting you all the time," he explains and I nod. I understand him, owning the club must be stressful, and I'm not helping by behaving badly when he needs me to be a good sub.

"Good boy, you took your punishment well. Now let's go to the club and enjoy a relaxed night while I don't have to be there after the show," he says in my ear and kisses my neck. I can't wait to have him all to myself, he's managed to train another dominant to take over some nights so he can enjoy himself.

I get some clothes on and go down to the subs room to meet with Demi, a fellow submissive. He's such a ball of energy and quickly hugs me before we strip off and get in the shower together.

"Whoa your ass is red! What did you do?" He asks while inspecting my asscheeks.

"I spoke back to him," I mumble, knowing that Demi finds it hilarious when I get punished for my attitude.

"You need to learn to keep your mouth shut," he laughs. "You know Master Damian hates backchat."

"Yeah I know, my ass suffered enough already so I don't need you lecturing me too," I say and he holds his hands up in defence.

"What did he use?" He asks as we start washing our bodies with the sweet smelling soap Demi always brings.

"Just his hand, he was going to use the paddle again but I freaked out so he went back to his hand. The paddle is now my hard limit," I tell him.

"I love the paddle! The sweet sting it leaves and the thump it makes on my skin, it's the best feeling in the world," he says and hums in bliss. Did I mention that Demi is a masochist? A deep one at that, he loves all kinds of pain and humiliation that I hate. I still don't know why we get along so well.

"I know you do, freak," I tease and he pretends to be offended.

"Has your asshole gone back to its regular size after your fisting?" Demi asks, knowing it'll piss me off.

"Shut up! I told you not to bring that up anymore!" I whisper yell and he laughs.

"Not that your asshole was tight before the fists," he says slyly.

"You're more of a slut than I am, I've only been bottoming for four months," I reply and stick my tongue out when he rolls his eyes.

We both do our enemas with more teasing about the size of my asshole, which is actually very tight thank you.

"The water might not hold," Demi says as I'm inserting the thin nozzle into my hole. I burst out laughing and Demi joins in as I drop the nozzle on the shower floor.

It takes way to long for us to finish getting ready, but the time I've tied my boots up we should have been at the club ten minutes ago.

"They're going to kill us," Demi whispers as we go through the main doors. I spot Damian sat on the usual couch with Demi's dominant, Master Harry.

Master Harry is the most terrifying person I've ever met. He's a sadist and has a resting glare on his face when he's in the club. I've seen him outside of the club before and he's a little more relaxed but still scary. Damian has threatened to get Master Harry to punish me so I learn my lesson but the threat alone is enough to make me behave.

"Pretend we aren't late, and maybe they won't notice," I say as we approach them. I also see Master Adrian sat beside Damian, he's another sadist at the club but he's single at the moment.

"You're late," Master Harry says with a deadly glare on Demi.

"I'm sorry Master, it took longer to prep than usual—"

"I didn't ask for an excuse, I asked you to be here at 8 sharp," he says and Demi drops to his knees beside his Master. Damian nods to the floor beside his feet and I quickly kneel there.

"I'm sorry Master," I say but he ignores me. I try to lean my head against his leg like I usually do but he nudges me away and keeps talking with Master Adrian like I'm not here.

I've fucked up again. And I don't think he's going to let me off nicely.

The show starts but Damian makes me kneel facing the couch so I don't get to watch it. I hear Master Harry and Demi leave halfway through but Damian makes me kneel through it all. When the show ends Master Adrian starts talking to Damian again.

"I can punish him for you," he says to Damian. I tense up when I hear that because Master Adrian is also a sadist, but not like Master Harry. Master Adrian is a rough Dom and does all the sadist activities but isn't scary or intimidating, he just enjoys the roughness.

"That's alright Adrian, I can deal with him myself," Damian says and I almost whimper at his harsh tone. My head lowers more as I feel ashamed of myself.

"Come on Damian, I'll make sure he doesn't fuck up again," Master Adrian says with a sinister undertone. I shiver and Damian quickly tells him no.

"Marcus is quite new to the lifestyle and I don't want him playing with a sadist," Damian says sternly. Master Adrian leaves with a grumble and Damian sighs. "Let's go to the playroom, you follow me on your hands and knees."

I'm mortified as I crawl behind Damian to the playroom. A lot of people see me and know I'm being punished. This is so humiliating! When we get into the playroom, Damian orders me to kneel in the centre of the room and stay still. He puts a blindfold on me and asks me for my safewords.

"Red to stop, yellow to slow down," I answer.

"Good, make sure you use them if you need to," he says and I jump when I feel a nipple clamp tighten on my left nipple. I groan at the intense pain as he clips the other side of the chain to my right nipple.

"It hurts Master," I whine.

"That's the point. You don't like pain so I'm using it to punish you. Hopefully this will be enough to put you in your place," he says and I can hear how disappointed he is.

"I'm sorry Master," I say when I hear him walk somewhere else in the room. He doesn't reply and instead I feel the cold metal of the cock cage.

"Please no Master," I say quickly.

"Do you need to safeword?"

"No," I say quietly and try to stay still as he slips my limp member into the metal cage and locks it at the base of my balls. He tells me to stand up and leads me to the bed where he gets me to lay on my back and spread my legs. I hear the sound of a spreader bar and it's attached to my ankles so I can't close my legs together. I don't expect him to do anything else but he lifts my legs up and I hear a chain rattle which means he's attaching the spreader bar to a hanging chain from the ceiling grid. This leaves my legs in a v with my asshole on full display for him. I don't know what to do with my hands and he must notice me fidgeting  because he handcuffs them to the headboard.

I gasp when I feel lube at my entrance and then Master's fingers probing at my asshole.  He's not gentle and the pain makes me pull against my restraints. Unlucky for me, his fingers rub against my prostate and I moan from the warming pleasure. Please don't get hard! Please don't get hard! Not in the cage!

"This will be painful Marcus, and I need you to safeword if you need to," Master says in a serious voice. Even though I can't see him, I can imagine the stern face he'd have while saying that.

"Okay Master, I will if I need to," I say and I feel his fingers leave me. A dildo is then pressed against my hole and I can't do anything to stop it from sliding in deep. It nestles right against my prostate and I moan quietly. This isn't too bad.

It starts to vibrate on a high setting and I let out a choked moan.

"Oh fuck!" I swear as I'm blinded by all the sensations in my stomach from the agressive vibrator. My body writhes and I pull on the handcuffs to try and get away from the onslaught on my sweet spot. It feels so good but my cock is hardening in the cage and getting squeezed tightly. My length no longer fits in the cage and it becomes painful as it tries to grow to an erection but is trapped at limp size.

"Please Master!" I beg, wanting it to stop.

"Please what?" He asks in a condescending voice.

"Please make it stop," I whimper.

"You know I won't listen to that, there's only two words I'll listen to," he says and I let out a shaky breath. I can't keep my body still as the vibrations make my whole body shake with pleasure and pain. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge and I beg for it to happen sooner, I need to cum so bad!

"Can I cum Master?" I ask quickly.

"If you can," he chuckles. What does that mean?

My legs shake as I get closer and closer to my climax... but it doesn't happen. I can feel cum dripping out of my cock and I get some pleasure but it's not enough!

"What the fuck?" I say and the vibrator turns down to a quiet hum.

"Language," Master scolds. "That was a ruined orgasm. You ejaculated but the cage prevents a full orgasm from happening," he explains as his finger touches my still sensitive member through the bars of the cock cage. I jump and try to move but the restraints stop me.

"You'll still be horny and able to cum as many times as I want you to, but with no satisfaction," he says and I can hear the grin in his voice. "Or, I could take the cage off and let you have a full orgasm, but I can't promise I'll stop after you cum."

That sadistic fucker. I think for a moment but let's be honest, my dick is in control of my decisions right now.

"Just please let me cum," I say. I feel Master take the cage off and my cock grows to it's full size. Instead of turning the vibrator back up, he uses his hand to smear the cum all over my length. I moan and thrust my hips up into his hand as he starts stroking me up and down slowly.

"Ugh please Master, go faster," I beg and his hand speeds up.

"You're going to regret this," he says as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"I'm going to cum, I'm so close," I gasp as I feel my balls tighten ready to shoot my load properly this time.

"Cum for me," Master says and his hand speeds up. I moan loudly and my body convulses as I spurt cum all over his hand. It feels so fucking good!

"Fuck yes!" I moan as I start to come down from the high, but Master's hand doesn't stop. He keeps stroking me to milk me dry but it starts to get painful.

"Fuck, please stop, it's sensitive," I say as my body writhes even more to get away from the painful stroking.

"Oh, stop this?" He says, acting innocent.

"Yes, fuck, stop that!" I shout and his hand stops stroking me, but he holds my cock upright and rubs his palm over the head quickly. It hurts so bad! At first it more tickles with pain but the longer he does it the more it hurts me.

"Oh shit!" I yell as I desperately try to stop the painful onslaught. "Stop! Stop!"

"You asked for this," he says and I groan as my body shakes. Eventually it stops and the vibrator is taken out my ass. I lay panting heavily as my sensitive dick falls onto my stomach.

"Fuck," I swear between deep breaths. I regret it as Master rubs his finger across my sore member.

"I'm sorry!" I apologise and he stops.

"Have you finally learned your lesson?" He asks as he pulls to blindfold away from my eyes.

"I have Master. I'm sorry," I say sincerely. I catch my breath as he unties me and takes off the nipple clamps. I don't move as he cleans his hand and me.

"I'm so sore," I groan as I stand up on shaky legs. He helps me walk to the flat and I lay down on the bed.

"Damian, I think I need to talk about something."

"What's wrong?" He asks concerned. He sits beside me and runs his fingers though my hair.

"I don't think I want to be a submissive anymore," I say quietly. Damian looks shocked and quite confused.

"Did I push you too far? You should have safeworded," he says with panic in his eyes.

"No it's not that. I just don't enjoy it like the other subs do. I mean it's fun, but I don't know if I want to keep doing it. There's too many rules to follow and I hate disappointing you. I think I'd be better as a dominant," I say while keeping eye contact so he knows I'm not lying or anything. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he actually says anything.

"If that's how you feel, then I can train you to be a Dom. But I won't let you become a Dom if you can't pass the training, there's a lot of rules to follow and a lot more rules once you've finished training," he warns me.

"I know, I just want to be in control during scenes, I hate feeling helpless and I hate most of the things that a lot of subs like. I'd much rather be doing it to a submissive," I say and Damian nods.

"You have to try everything at least once to finish the training."

"I'm willing to do that for training, but not for pleasure."

"Okay then, I'll train you."