Wannabe Sub

Hey there guys, sorry it hasn’t been updated for a while. I’m a sporadic updater – I sorta just do it when I feel like it.

And by the way, second chapters are always huge challenges for me. Especially when I’ve gotten such good reviews for the first chapter – I have to aim to please this time. :P

Chapter 2 – Brownnoser

There was the distinct smell of something burning coming from the kitchen.

Jason looked up from his magazine with a sigh. “I guess Flynn must have burned the pasta.”

When Jason entered the kitchen, Flynn was obviously having problems. The water of the noodles was boiling over, there were sauce stains all around the vicinity of a pot that was clearly being used to cook the sauce, and thick furls of smoke were leaking from the oven. The garlic bread appeared to have caught on fire.

Flynn was stirring the over-boiling water, as if it was okay for it to be sloshing out of the pot in such a way. “Flynn! What the hell are you doing?”

Jason’s new pet looked up with evident panic and fear. “I’m sorry!”

So Jason came to the rescue, turning off both the stovetop and the oven, while opening the oven and turning on the fan to blow away the smoke.

“My kitchen… is ruined,” Jason finally said, after he had regained his breath. He leaned his arms against the island, facing away from Flynn.

Flynn did not say anything. Jason wondered if that was because Flynn thought if he said anything, he’d only make his punishment worse. Jason was a firm believer that brownnosers who tried to do things to get out of punishments deserved more punishment for the action of sucking up. Jason turned himself around and put himself face-to-face with his trembling pet. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

Flynn looked up, opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, and then closed his mouth again.

“Well?!”

Flynn was wringing his hands together in front of himself anxiously. “Uhm, do you want me to, uh, get my stuff and go now?”

“What stuff?” The way Flynn had said it made him sound like a drug dealer.

“M-my clothes and stuff.” Flynn had gone out a couple days prior and bought himself a couple of shirts, pants, and boxers with the money he had saved up in his bank account.

“Why would you… oh.” Suddenly Flynn’s quietness made more sense. He wasn’t trying to escape punishment. He was trying to escape being kicked out entirely. “I’m not kicking you out, Flynn,” Jason said gently.

Flynn looked confused. “You’re not? Why?” His huge brown eyes were filled to the brim with uncertainty and fear, but also, the littlest amount of hope. It almost killed Jason to realize that this poor, sandy-haired boy had really been alone until Jason had come along.

“Well… everyone makes mistakes. Some mistakes are larger than others, but they’re still mistakes just the same.” Jason sighed. Flynn’s already dismal amount of self-confidence would not be helped by this fiasco. What kind of person wanted to take on the task of being a sub if they were not able to handle a little criticism? “Clean up the kitchen, and then meet me in my bedroom, alright?”

Flynn nodded, keeping his eyes downcast. Jason lifted up his charge’s chin. “Chin up, buddy. There’s no need to be so subservient. We are equals, you and I. Just because you are the submissive doesn’t mean you don’t have just as much control over this situation as I do, alright?”

Flynn did not look very convinced, but he lifted up his eyes and quietly mumbled that he would clean up the kitchen as fast as he possibly could.

Jason then retreated to his room where he expected to get about fifteen or twenty minutes of preparation time. He needed to plan carefully about this next punishment he would be giving out, because Flynn needed special care at this point. He could not just give the kid ten strikes and then leave it at that. He needed to punish Flynn with just the right amount of love, so that Flynn knew he mattered.

He had expected at least fifteen minutes of down time. But Flynn had finished cleaning the kitchen up in three. “You’re already done?”

“Y-yes sir!” Flynn replied, still looking as meek as ever. The kid IS a complete brownnoser! Jason thought to himself. He’s not even a thorough cleaner, evidently, but he thinks he can get away with it by looking so damn adorable. I’ll bet he’s not as sorry of a character as he makes himself out to be, with those big brown eyes. He’s got to have men on him all the time! What a liar, what a brownnoser, oh, he is going to pay! Jason shot Flynn a dirty glare and said, “Well then, let’s go see just how many spots you missed with your careless job.” Jason couldn’t help the tone of derision that had entered his voice, or the nasty sneer that accompanied his words.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you wanted me to clean it slower,” Flynn tried to say desperately as Jason dragged him back down to the kitchen, but Jason would have none of it. The stupid little suck-up is going to be sucking on a lot more than my praise once I see his stupid, sloppy job of cleaning my kitchen! And he is not going to like it. He is going to rue the day he EVER pulled a stunt like this with me! It was Jason’s turn to be undeniably shocked, however, as he entered the kitchen to see that it was just as clean, if not cleaner, than when Flynn had started cooking.

Jason turned around in shock to stare at this pet. Flynn stood there, in the doorway of the kitchen, wringing his hands together as he had been doing before. His nervous habit. “I’m sorry,” Flynn whispered. However, Jason knew that Flynn did NOT know why he was sorry. All Flynn knew was that he’d done something wrong, and that he was about to get in trouble.

“No, you’re not sorry. I am.”

Flynn did not respond.

“Well, don’t you want to know why?” Jason gave Flynn a curious look.

“Oh! I’m sorry. Why are you sorry, Master?”

“For jumping to conclusions like that. I figured that because you cleaned so fast, that you were just doing a sloppy job and thinking you could get away with it. But I was wrong. You did a stupendous job. Thank you.”

Flynn blushed at the praise. “N-no need to thank me, sir, it was nothing, really…”

Jason knew, as he watched Flynn fumble with the praise and blush to the tips of his ears, that this guy was for real. This little twenty-two year old wannabe submissive was no liar. He was no suck-up, no brownnoser. All he wanted to do was please.

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“I hope you’re aware that you’re still going to be punished, right?”

Flynn nodded. “Absolutely Master; I know I deserve anything you desire for what I did to your kitchen.”

Back up in Jason’s bedroom, Jason was still pondering over what would be an appropriate punishment for his young pet. Flynn was standing, his hands behind his back, in a perfect submissive position, and arousal was starting to make itself known in Jason’s groin. Jason knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate much longer, so he decided to go with the easy ten swats.

Jason sat down against his headboard, and then beckoned Flynn to come lay over his knees. Flynn scurried to comply as fast as he could. Jason’s breath started to hitch as the pert little ass in front of him wiggled just the slightest as Flynn got himself comfortable. He’s so amazingly perfect, Jason thought to himself in glee. And he’s all mine.

“I am going to give you ten spanks. After each one, I want you to count, just as you did last time.”

“Yes sir!” Flynn said, sounding eager. To please, Jason thought. He’s eager to make me happy, to do everything he can to please me.

Jason brought his hand down. Flynn’s breathy “One!” went straight to Jason’s cock. Jason repeated his action again, just to hear Flynn say the number two in that erotic way of his. Flynn did not disappoint.

I am going to need a lot of control to not fuck the shit out of him tonight, Jason thought to himself disappointedly. What he wouldn’t give to sink into the darkest depths of Flynn, to piston himself in and out of that tiny, round butt. But he’s a virgin. I can’t take his virginity away so soon, not when I don’t even know how far this relationship between us is going to go.

As soon as Jason finished up with the spanking, he pushed Flynn off of him as fast as he could. “Do you want me to, uhm, take care of, erm…” Flynn started asking. Jason knew what Flynn was asking about – his aching erection that had been jutting into Flynn’s stomach the entire time.

“N-no… I’ll take care of it myself, okay?”

Flynn looked a little hurt.

“We’ll talk about this when I get back out of the bathroom, alright?” Jason muttered, unable to keep the lust out of his voice. He stumbled into the bathroom, and just barely managed to shut the door before his dick was out of the confines of his pants and being furiously jacked off.

It only took a minute before Jason spurted his load into the bathtub. He breathed heavily for a couple seconds, then turned the shower on to wash away the mess.

He stepped back out of the bathroom to see the sandy-haired boy nervously picking at his nails on the bed. He probably thinks that I think he’s too ugly to fuck.

“Hey, Flynn, can we talk?”

“Yes Master!”

Jason got himself into the position of leaning back against the headboard that he’d been in before, and then pulled Flynn into a side-armed cuddle type of thing. Flynn began to panic – he’d obviously not been hugged like this in a while, if ever! Jason stroked the side of Flynn’s arm tenderly.

“I am not going to deny that you turn me on, Flynn,” Jason started. “But I’m not going to have sex with you; not yet. I don’t know how far this relationship is going to go, and having sex now would only make it hurt you worse if we don’t work out. And besides, I think there will be a better chance of us working out if we don’t have sex quite yet. Not that I mean to say I don’t EVER want to have sex with you – I just want to wait a little while.”

Flynn was silent for a moment, taking in the sensation of the arm-stroking. Finally, he said, “You know, it doesn’t matter if you hurt me…”

“Yes. It does. Why would you say it wouldn’t?”

Flynn almost shrugged, but then caught himself. “Because, just, because I’m me! I don’t know.”

“Well, you may not think your pain matters, but I do.” Jason pulled Flynn in closer. “And I say that we won’t have sex until I am positive that this thing is going to be long-term. Alright?”

Flynn nodded. “If… if that’s really what pleases you… to not hurt me…” Flynn looked like he’d just been given the moon, if his astonished grin was anything to go by.

Jason planted a kiss on the top of Flynn’s head, but didn’t say anything more. Nothing more needed to be said.

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I hope that wasn’t too sappy for ya’ll. Their relationship isn’t going to be really kinky, for the main reason that I am a virgin, so I really have no idea how the whole sex thing is actually supposed to work… especially not when it comes to the whole D/s thing. So it’s going to be a romantic D/s relationship, and I’m going to make up my own rules for that particular relationship. Ahahah…