His Sub's Submissive

by Cooper McKenzie

  Chapter 7

  “Pet, I want you to go down to the bar and report to Master T. You will follow his instructions to the letter. Angel and I will be down shortly.”

  “Yes, Master.” Merlin bowed his head and turned to leave.

  “Stop. You’re not quite ready.” Dane crossed the room after his lover. Merlin hadn’t questioned him when he’d ordered him to dress again. Merlin never questioned his orders, which made him, in Dane’s eyes, the perfect submissive.

  Merlin looked over his shoulder as he approached. His confusion turned to understanding when Dane unsnapped pants to the top of his each thigh. He pulled the front flap down and rolled a condom over his half-hard cock. After pulling the front back into place, he flipped the back down, exposing Merlin’s pinked-up ass. After clipping a strap through a hole on one side of the front of the pants, he stretched it across around Merlin’s back to the other side and clipped the other end into a hole there.

  “All right, pet. Go downstairs to Master T. And leave your pants the way they are.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Dane smiled as Merlin cast another questioning glance over his shoulder before opening the door and walking out. He pulled the door closed securely behind him.

  Once they were alone, he turned his attention to the woman still reclining on the bed.

  “Come here, angel. I have something I want you to wear.” He walked to the end of the bed and waited.

  Angel slowly crawled down the length of the bed then knelt as Merlin showed her. Her form wasn’t perfect, but she looked beautiful kneeling before him. His cock stirred as he reached out and ran his fingers through her short, spiky hair. It was surprisingly soft to his touch.

  “Staying on all fours, turn around and move back so your knees are at the edge of the bed,” he said, keeping his voice soft.

  His breath caught when she responded, settling her legs on either side of his. This position spread the cheeks of her ass so beautifully. He rubbed a hand up and down her back to relax her. On his second stroke up, he said, “Now drop your shoulders and chest to the bed and stretch your arms straight over your head. Yes, just like that, sweet angel. Oh my God, that’s beautiful.”

  Her ass cheeks spread even farther. Her back hole winked at him. Suddenly, his cock surged to life. There was no way he would be able to leave this room without fucking her. But first they would begin her ass training.

  He slipped a condom over his hard cock before reaching for the lube. He prepared the small butt plug and laid it aside. Then he squirted a good bit of lube around the tip of his finger. “I want you to relax as much as you can. This will feel a little cold.”

  His finger moved between her spread cheeks and began to circle her pretty little pucker. Then he pressed just the tip of his finger against her opening.

  He paused when she gasped, clenched, and started to move away. “Relax, baby. This won’t hurt if you can feel the pressure through the bite of pain. It will feel a little strange until you get used to it.”

  * * * *

  “What are you going to do, Master?” Sloan knew she wasn’t supposed to speak but couldn’t help herself. While she’d read a lot books, and even seen videos about anal play, no one had ever played back there, not even her.

  “I’m going to lube up your pretty little asshole and then put a butt plug into you. This will help to loosen your muscles up. We’ll change them out every few hours, putting in larger and larger sizes until I can take your ass while Merlin fucks your pretty pussy. Now take a deep breath and relax.”

  Sloan took a deep breath as his cold, wet finger pressed forward. She couldn’t help the high-pitched sound that emerged when he pushed through the rings of muscle. He pushed deeper and deeper until his finger was all the way inside her.

  “Breathe, angel. Relax. I’m in.”

  She heard Dane murmuring to her. She felt his other hand stroke up and down her spine, but her focus remained on the thick finger invading her ass. She clenched against him and then forced herself to relax when he didn’t pull out. He remained still until she relaxed. Only then did he begin to slide his finger out and then back in while twisting the digit from side to side.

  A moment later, the hand on her back moved away.

  “Okay, sweet angel, take another deep breath. Hold it.” He paused before saying, “Now relax, and let it go.”

  The finger slid out of her, but before she could relax, something cold and smooth and almost the same size slid in to replace his finger.

  “Oh,” she cried as the plug slid completely inside her until a wider base rested against the skin around her back hole. She clenched against it, but the solid intruder remained in place.

  She felt Dane lean over her back and kiss her shoulder. “Good girl. We’ll keep that in until we get home, then we’ll change it out for a bigger one.”

  “Bigger?” Sloan squeaked.

  “Oh yeah. We’re going to have to stretch you good before you can take me,” Dane’s voice whispered as he nuzzled her ear. “How do you feel?”

  “Um, full. Forbidden.”

  She felt Dane as he smiled against her cheek. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  Sloan shrugged, for which she received a swat on her right cheek. “Words, angel. Use your words.”

  “I don’t know if it feels good or not. I’ll have to let you know.”

  Dane chuckled as he straightened. Before she could move, he took hold of her hips. “Don’t move, pretty baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

  Sloan felt his fingers trace the crease between her cheeks, over the end of the butt plug down between her legs to her pussy lips. Two fingers spread her lips, and she felt hot breath on her damp flesh. Then his tongue slide from the top of her clit to dip into her open entrance. He lapped at her several times before moving away again. Then she felt the broad, blunt head of his cock touch her entrance.

  She took a deep breath and held it as he pushed deep. His cock stretched her even more than Merlin’s had earlier. She didn’t release the breath until she felt his short curly hairs brushing against her pussy lips and his tip push against her cervix in a pain that felt so good. Lord, he was huge.

  “Good God, sweet angel. Now I understand why Merlin wants to keep you. You are perfection,” Dane murmured in her ear as he slowly pulled out until only the large head remained within her.

  She brushed his words off about keeping her. She was too busy feeling. Every stroke filled her, stealing her ability to think. With the plug in her ass, she was doubly stimulated.

  He set up a steady rhythm, filling her with every stroke until she wasn’t sure where she left off and he began. As his motion picked up speed, he reached around her hip and slipped one finger between her lips to cover her clit. He held the finger still, allowing their movements to move her against his roughened skin. The added stimulation sent her skyrocketing. In less than a minute, every muscle in her body tightened as she came.

  Dane thrust into her once, twice, and then roared with his own completion. He collapsed down on top of her for a moment before pulling away. He eased out of her core and then left the bed.

  Sloan watched him dispose of the condom and then step into the bathroom. A moment later he returned with a warm, wet cloth and cleaned her up.

  After tossing the cloth away, he lifted her from the bed. Her knees wobbled as she found her balance. With a contented smile, he kissed her cheek. “Get dressed, angel. We need to go down and check on Merlin.”

  Sloan nodded but didn’t move. She wasn’t sure her legs would hold her if she tried to cross the room to where her dress lay.

  She watched Dane pull on his leathers and boots. When he saw she hadn’t moved, he frowned at her. “Angel? What’s wrong?”

  “I think you melted my bones.”

  Chuckling, Dane retrieved her dress and helped her to pull it on. “There you go, all your pretty bits covered once again. Let me pack our things, and we’ll head downstairs.”

  Sloan squeezed the m
uscles of her ass and shifted around, still getting accustomed to the feeling of the plug. By the time Dane zipped his bag and joined her, she felt like she might be able to walk without falling on her face.

  “Master?”

  “Yes?”

  “What exactly is Sir doing?”

  Dane chuckled as he wrapped one arm around her and reached for the door with the other. The bag hung from one broad shoulder. “Let’s go downstairs and see.”

  * * * *

  Merlin barely felt the slaps the first dozen or more Doms/Dommes applied to his ass. He stood relaxed in the stocks, his ass jutting out on display. He was present in body but not in spirit.

  His thoughts remained upstairs with Master and angel. He fantasized about what other things they might do during the rest of their weekend together. Then his daydreams moved beyond the weekend.

  What if angel did join their family? How would the dynamics change? Would she be willing to live with the two of them forever? Would she allow them to take care of her, love her, dominate her?

  Then he wondered about angel and wished he knew more about the pretty virgin sub.

  His thoughts were interrupted when a savage hand struck, hard and fast, causing triple the pain the others had. He stiffened as he counted the five strokes—health, wealth, wisdom, love, and luck. But then the Dom didn’t stop until he’d applied five more in rapid succession.

  Master T remained nearby and watchful. He stepped forward and chastised the Dom then blocked Merlin’s ass from the next person in line.

  “Give him a minute.”

  Merlin took several deep breaths. He wished he faced the staircase. Then he could see Master and angel come for him. They’d been up there alone for a long time. Of course his concept of time was skewed due to what felt like an endless birthday spanking. His ass had grown so tender even the lightest touch now burned.

  When the tears began, he dropped his head and let go. This was the purpose of the endless birthday spanking—to get him past the “men don’t cry” shit his father had instilled in him as a toddler. As a physician, he’d been taught to remain stoic no matter what. While others sobbed at sad situations, he remained dry eyed.

  But confined here, forced to accept the public humiliation of his ass exposed and being endlessly spanked, here he could cry. Here he could release all the tears and all the sadness that had built up inside him since the last time Dane had offered his ass to the club for such a spanking.

  This public punishment provided him the release he could not otherwise find. When they’d first gotten into the lifestyle, Dane had tried. He’d flogged him and whipped him, for hours, but Merlin could not let go of control. Not until Master had come up with the birthday spanking. Master understood his need for more than he was comfortable with. Master allowed him this emotional release once a year on his birthday.

  Though he’d loved the other gifts Dane had given him this week, to Merlin, this was ultimate birthday gift.

  The grainy, gray sadness that weighed him down slowly slid away. His cock hardened. The condom grew tight around his shaft. His hips began to move forward and back, which rubbed his cock against the leather covering it.

  Closing his eyes, Merlin prayed that he could hold off his orgasm until Master arrived.

  The sharp slaps began again, carrying him closer to ecstasy, but he would not find his fulfillment. Not yet. Only his Master’s order and touch would send him over. But Master was upstairs playing with angel. He probably didn’t realize how close Merlin had moved toward the edge of sanity.

  Or did he?

  Chapter 8

  By the time they reached the main floor, Sloan once again felt steady on her feet. Looking around, she began to worry about what Sir would think when he learned what she and Master had just done.

  “Master?”

  “Yes, angel?”

  “I don’t see Sir.”

  She heard Master chuckle one time. “You’re not looking in the right place.” He pointed to one corner of the bar where a crowd had gathered. “He’s the center of attention, as any emotionally stunted birthday boy should be. Though by now, he probably needs some relief.”

  Taking her hand, Dane led her through the crowd. Once there, he pulled her around to stand in front of him. She gasped when she saw that Sir was locked in the stockade, and some woman in a green latex corset and leggings was spanking him. Someone was crying, sounding so miserable that her heart pinched in empathy.

  Without thinking of the consequences, Sloan pushed past two Doms waiting in line. Just as she reached the stocks, a hard arm came around her waist and pulled her back. She began to struggle, until she heard a steel-hardened whisper in her ear.

  “Angel, stop. You don’t understand. But I think you’ll be able to help Merlin more than any of the rest of us.”

  Dane carried her away from the bar before he set her down. Before she could move, he spun her around and clamped large hands down on her shoulders to hold her in place.

  “Why? Did you really send him away while we had sex so he could get beat raw? He’s crying,” Sloan said through quivering lips. “Are you really that heartless?”

  She sniffed as she met Dane’s eyes, surprised to see tears glistening in his.

  “No, sweet angel. I did this so he could cry. Merlin was raised to be strong and to always control his emotions. He never cries. He hardly ever yells. He won’t complain of pain or heat or cold. Even on his darkest day, he’ll manage to smile. He was taught not to show emotion and most especially tears.”

  Sloan frowned. “But he’s crying now.”

  “Yes, sweetness. He’s crying now. Once a year on his birthday, I offer his ass to anyone in the bar who wants to give him five birthday swats, the harder the better. The humiliation of being bare assed in public and the endless punishment carry him past his father’s training to give him the emotional release he cannot find any other way. He needs this. But there is a way you can help him heal a few of the holes in his heart.”

  Sloan frowned as she processed the information. “How?”

  “Kneel beside his head and read these names. Then tell him that he is not God, and he needs to let them go. Then read the list again. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Who are they?”

  “His patients who died this year.”

  Sloan accepted the small card Dane offered. Five names. Five children who died in the last year. Looking up at Dane, she blinked away her tears and smiled though her bottom lip still quivered. “Yes, I can do this.”

  “Good girl. I’ll be last in line and will give him a hard swat for every name you read the second time. Then we’ll take him to that sofa,” Dane pointed across the room to an empty sofa tucked in a private corner, “and give him some intense aftercare. After that, we’ll head home.”

  With a deep breath for courage, Sloan nodded. “Yes, Master. Sounds like a plan.”

  “Just don’t touch him.”

  Turning, she headed back to Sir, kneeling so her head was just inches from his. His sobs were heartbreaking in their intensity, and Sloan had to blink several times before she could read the list.

  “Tevia Jenkins. Bobby Nichols. Amanda Smith. Rosemarie Amberton. Jamal Harker.”

  “Again, angel. Read them again,” Merlin asked, his words slurred with pain.

  Sloan read them again, then a third time as Merlin’s sobs became even harsher as he mourned the loss of five young lives. “Tell me about them, Sir. How did they die?”

  “Tevia died in a car accident, one of three people who were killed when a drunk driver ran into her mother’s car. Bobby had a rare, aggressive form of leukemia. Amanda got into her mother’s drug stash and OD’d. Rosemarie and Jamal had asthma and then got the flu, but their parents didn’t bring them in until it was too late. Babies, all of them, just little babies.” Merlin whispered through hiccupping, gasping breaths as his tears continued to fall.

  “They had a special doctor taking care of them.” Sloan raised her hand
and brushed sweat dampened strands of hair from Merlin’s face. “But you are just a man. A doctor, yes, but still just a man. Dying is a part of life, the end of life’s circle. I wonder what those five little ones would think if they saw you like this. I know it’s cliché, but you are not God. You can only do the best you can. Then God and His angels step in.”

  As she spoke softly, she watched as Merlin pulled the remnants of his shattered control back around him. His crying slowed, and he no longer gasped for breath. She looked over her shoulder at Dane who nodded. Looking down at the paper, she read the names one last time. With each name, Dane’s hand came down with a sharp crack, and Merlin cried out with the physical pain, not the emotional.

  As soon as they finished, Dane released Merlin from his restraints. When he couldn’t stand on his own, Dane lifted him into his arms, cradling him against his broad, muscular chest.

  “Come along, angel.” He turned and walked the cleared path through the crowd.

  “Take this.” Taurus handed her a clean bar towel, a blanket, and three bottles of water.

  Sloan accepted the supplies with a shy nod. She picked up Dane’s forgotten toy bag and followed Master and Sir across the room. When she caught up with them, Dane had settled on a leather couch tucked in the corner and partially hidden from view by several large plants.

  Merlin stood in front of him, looking as if he were in several types of pain.

  Sloan handed Dane the towel and one of the bottles. She set the bag next to the couch with the blanket on top of it. Then she knelt in front of Sir.

  “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, Sir?” she asked, lifting her chin to look up past the erection pushing at the front of his pants to his face that remained tight with pain.

  She watched as Merlin glanced at Dane who nodded. Then he looked down at her again. “Suck my cock.”