Wannabe Sub

Chapter 1 - It All Started With Some Innocent Web Surfing...

The whole thing had begun as innocent web surfing during boredom. Flynn had gotten the night off from work, and had decided that he would use his newly acquired spare time to navigate the Internet and try to discover some of the things that he seemed to be sorely lacking in knowledge about. So he'd typed 'pony' into the Google search engine, because he wanted to find out the age at which a pony became a horse. Next thing he knew, he was on a website about something called BDSM.

Flynn had never heard of BDSM before -- it was a sexual sort of kink, and Flynn was probably the most inexperienced boy of his age (being twenty-two) who had ever really been alive. Flynn had never had a decent conversation with anyone about sex, having only picked up on the concept during health class back in seventh grade.

But then again, Flynn had never really had a decent conversation with anyone about anything.

Moving on from that webpage, Flynn typed in 'BDSM' in the Google search engine. And there he found a chat room for people in the Seattle area; coincidentally, he lived on Capitol Hill, a suburb of the large Washington city. Flynn looked over his shoulder, almost afraid that his mother would walk in on him (which wouldn't be too strange, considering he lived with her and his father still). Flynn wasn't too awfully worried about that though, since his mother had basically ignored his existence as much as she could since he was born. He was just afraid of what she would hypothetically do if she somehow decided to start paying attention to him right then.

Flynn logged into the chat room under the name 'Wannabe Sub'.

There was only one other person in the chatroom (VisciouslySadistic). Just the name gave Flynn shivers.

Their conversation went as follows:

ViciouslySadistic: hey
Wannabe Sub: Hello.
ViciouslySadistic: your a sub?
Wannabe Sub: Yes...
ViciouslySadistic: well that's perfect, i have been thinking recently that i need a new sub. wanna meet?

Flynn had frozen here, not quite sure exactly what he was getting into. Obviously, ViciouslySadistic was a Dom. Obviously, ViciouslySadistic wanted Flynn to be his sub. But the big problem was that Flynn knew he was not a sight for sore eyes; he knew he was scrawny and plain and possessed no good qualities of any sort. ViciouslySadistic would think he was horrible compared to his other subs (which he'd clearly had before, since he had said he wanted a 'new' sub).

"And ViciouslySadistic might not even be a man!" Flynn said out loud to himself. "He might be a girl!"

Wannabe Sub: I don't think you'd like to meet me. I'm not so great.
ViciouslySadistic: oh pshaw. lol. i think youll be perfect. wait, are you a male or female?
Wannabe Sub: Male.
Wannabe Sub: Sorry.
ViciouslySadistic: perfect! im a male to, just in case your like, a freakish boy who likes being dominated by women.
Wannabe Sub: Heh. Well. Uhm. Where shall we meet?
ViciouslySadistic: are you like british or something? shall? get with the times man!
Wannabe Sub: I'm sorry...
ViciouslySadistic: i bet itll sound cute when you say 'shall i suck your cock, master?'
ViciouslySadistic: LOL.
Wannabe Sub: ....
ViciouslySadistic: anyways. lets meet at my house. i live in ballard. 1817 ashworth ave north. it's green. my house, i mean. not the street.
Wannabe Sub: Alright... but seriously, I think you'll kick me to the curb when you see me.
ViciouslySadistic: if theres one thing about myself i really like, its that i don't really care what people look like. its how well you serve. most of my subs have been like, great looking, but not great at being subs. ya know? although i dout your ugly. i bet you justve never had anyone around to tell you how nice you look.

Flynn found himself smiling.

Wannabe Sub: You don't sound very Viciously Sadistic. If you don't mind me saying.
ViciouslySadistic: i'm not really sadistic. i mean, i am, to an extent...it'll make more sense later. but anyways. tomorrow. 2 o clock. be at my place. ive g2g, but i'll see you tomorrow. DONT BE LATE.

***ViciouslySadistic has left the chat room***

Flynn exited as well, his mind going over the conversation that had just happened. His first real conversation that didn't involve being yelled at or commanded to do some chore.

"Oh, what have I gotten myself into?" Flynn said to himself. All he knew was being used at other people's expense, but could he do it in the way that being a sub demanded of him? Could he do the sexual part of it? He hadn't ever even been kissed. "Viciously Sadistic is not going to like me very much..."

But before he fell asleep, Flynn had decided it didn't really make a difference if VS liked him or not. No one else had ever liked him. Why should he go around hoping that anything would ever change?

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Flynn knocked on the white door hesitantly. He'd found the place (after about two hours of searching) and was now quite late. Thirty seven minutes late, to be exact. It was lucky he'd left his house early, or else he'd have been irreedemably late.

The door opened, revealing a man who Flynn first pegged as 'sexy'. He was tall, dark hair, pale skin, broad shoulders, and was donning leather jacket and jeans. Flynn looked at the man's face and then stared down at his own feet. A sexy man like that would not want someone who couldn't even make it to his house on time.

"You're late," were the first words that came out of his attractive mouth. Even his voice had a rough, sexy edge to it.

"I'm really sorry sir!" Flynn said immediately, his face lifting back up. "I looked up the street before I left so that I'd know how to find it, but then I was going around the lake and I couldn't find it and..."

Flynn had trailed off when the man's hand went up, his palm perpendicular to the ground, in a 'stop' fashion. "Excuses mean nothing in my ears," the dark man told Flynn.

Flynn felt a surge of shame go through him and his gaze drifted back towards the concrete path he was standing on. I can't believe I've already messed up my one chance! I'll never meet anyone who actually wants to meet me ever again! "I'm really sorry, sir..." Flynn repeated, this time in a whisper.

"Master. You're to call me Master."

Flynn's head shot up. "You mean you're not sending me away? Master," Flynn added hastily.

Flynn's Master grinned then, his dark face brightening and looking more like a human's face than a sexy man-god's face. "Of course I'm not going to send you away. You're just too damn adorable! Come in, come in, please..."

Flynn wondered how anything he'd done could be considered adorable. He'd basically butchered his entire first impression. Flynn decided not to dwell on it though, and followed his Master inside.

"My name's Jason," he said. "You can call me Master Jason, or just Master. Sir in public, if you will." Jason led Flynn into a sitting room with a very plushy-looking sofa right in the middle. Jason sat, and then motioned for Flynn to sit next to him. Flynn was more than a little apprehensive, but he sat down anyways, determined to do this right. He wanted to be serving somebody, and he wanted that somebody to be happy for his services; all the people who went by his cash register thought he was a horrible cashier, and his parents had thought his chores were always so poorly done, and the kids at school (back when he'd gone) had thought his work was always less than satisfactory. Flynn was determined to finally give back, instead of just ruining with his utter lameness.

"So, what's your name?" Jason asked.

"Well, uh, m-my name's Flynn," Flynn replied.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two..."

Jason's grin got wider, if that was possible. "My, my. You're just about perfect, you know that?"

Flynn shrugged.

He was rewarded with a non-painful (but slightly humiliating) cuff to the back of his head. "Don't shrug," Jason commanded, sounding far more demanding than he had the moment prior.

"I'm sorry Master!" Flynn said, shrinking his shoulders with pure chagrin. I'm not a very good sub so far... I'll bet he kicks me out here soon. He's got to have realized that this isn't going to work out in his favor in the slightest...

Flynn felt Jason put his arm around his shoulders. "There now, I'm not mad. You'll know when I'm mad. But for someone who shows pure remorse over every action they do that slightly upsets me...I don't think you'll be seeing my anger all that often." Flynn thought he detected a pleased note in Jason's voice. But he couldn't be sure, because what about Flynn could possibly be pleasing?

Flynn dared to look up, and he found that Jason looked quite content.

"Now that we've gotten names out of the way... what's your safeword, Flynn?"

Flynn had read about those on the website he'd been on. Couples who practiced this particular alternative lifestyle had special words that the sub would use when the Dom was hurting them too bad. But Flynn hadn't thought he'd really be allowed one of those. Was it really up to him to tell Master Jason to stop if Master Jason wanted to keep going?

"M-Master, I don't think I should really have one of those," Flynn replied honestly. He probably wouldn't have been allowed his word anyway. He wasn't worthy like those other subs, and anyone could see it.

Jason gave him an extremely strange look at that. "What, was your last Master so easy on you that you don't think a safeword is going to be necessary? You think I'm going to be that easy on you!? Well?!?"

Flynn stifled a squeak and dropped his head. He'd made his Master angry already! So much for not seeing his anger all that often. "I'm sorry! Master!"

"Sorry for what? Assuming that I'm not going to make you feel pain?" Jason's voice had that hard, steely edge to it that made Flynn feel like he was worth less than nothing.

"For m-making you angry, I really never meant to, I thought you'd be happy, Master."

"Happy?"

"Yes, because then you wouldn't have to worry about me stopping you during it at all, and you could just do whatever without my interference..."

Flynn noticed that Jason's hand had clenched very tightly on his shoulder. "Flynn, that's not how it works... I don't want to be doing something to you that doesn't make you ultimately happy. You know how some things hurt, but that when they're over, you're glad that they happened? That's what I hope our relationship will be like."

Flynn did not understand, really. How could the man actually want to make him happy? "Er... I guess if you really feel the need to make me happy... m-my safeword will be Abercrombie. Master." Not that Flynn was very familiar with the store. He hadn't gotten any brand name clothes when he was a child, and probably wouldn't start anytime soon.

"Heh. That's a nice store. It's a bit expensive though...anyways." Jason kicked up his legs and put them in Flynn's lap, then leaned back against the arm of the couch. "Tell me about your last master, Flynn."

"I've, uh, I've never had a master before," Flynn responded uneasily. He wasn't sure whether this would be a bad thing or not. Jason might not want an inexperienced freak like Flynn (and Flynn could see why).

"Ooh. A newbie. This'll be interesting. Well, then tell me about your last boyfriend," Jason asked. More like, demanded, Flynn noticed.

"I've never had a boyfriend," Flynn muttered.

Jason gave Flynn an even stranger look than before. "Never? Tell me you're not a virgin."

Flynn stared down at Jason's shoes. "I'm sorry Master, but I am....I'm sorry I can't tell you that I'm not, I know that's kind of like disobeying, but it would also be lying, and lying isn't good either, so I'm really really sorry!"

"Wow wow, calm down," Jason said, reaching up and patting Flynn's shoulder. "I'm not mad. Actually, I'm kind of even more excited. I've never had a virgin sub before... how much experience do you have?"

"N-none...I've never even been kissed before," Flynn whispered. He was such a loser, and he knew it.

"You're completely untouched?" Flynn wondered if he imagined the husky note of lust that seemed to have entered Jason's voice.

"Y-yes Master," Flynn replied.

With that, Jason got up, put his knees on either side of Flynn's hips, and leaned in to his lips. "That's about to change," he said, right before he captured Flynn in a brutal, dominating kiss.

Flynn wondered how he had ever lived without kissing before, but he knew he'd never be able to do it again. He awkwardly leaned towards Jason, hoping he was doing something right.

Finally, Jason pulled back, leaving Flynn feeling slightly empty. "I really like you already, Flynn," Jason remarked, with a flashing grin. Flynn might have been imagining things, but he thought he felt something hard pressing into his stomach right where Jason's crotch was.

And then Jason's words hit Flynn square in the side of his brain. He likes me. He actually, really likes me! Flynn hadn't ever been liked before. But the warmth that washed over him assured him that it was indeed a very, very nice feeling.

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Flynn stayed in a daze for most of the rest of the week. It was all fine and dandy when he was at home, but at work, being in a daze can be quite lethal to the job status. Flynn figured this out when a lady who couldn't choose between two different cat foods enlisted his assitance, and he didn't even notice he was being talked to. When he finally realized that he was being addressed, she was stalking off and muttering something about 'talking to that boy's manager this instant!'

Flynn got a sound yelling from his manager, Danny Coupman. "Flynn Garrett! Ever since day one you have been nothing but a disgrace to the Target company! We have put up with your stuttering and your incompetency for too long! This is the last straw, Garrett. You're fired! And when you apply for a new job and someone calls here asking about you, I'll be sure to tell them about what a clumsy and inadequate employee you are! I don't want you working for anyone else; it's a danger to society is what it is!" Danny's bright red hair clashed with his face, which was burning just as red at this point. "Get out of my office, Garrett!"

Flynn shuffled forlornly from the office and to his locker, where he quickly emptied the few meager items he'd had with him. He shouldered his bag and walked out to his beat up old car, not able to conjure any sort of spring to his step, even when he thought about Jason.

He'd been fired. And as soon as his parents figured that out, he'd be kicked out, for he was paying half of the rent on the tiny apartment that the three shared.

And, unluckily, Flynn's mother found out as soon as he'd walked inside, for she had been looking over his work schedule on the refrigerator right before he walked in. "You're not supposed to be off until 6:30!" his mother said, in her nasally, high-pitched voice.

"M-mom..."

"Did you get fired!?"

"Well, no, I just got laid off because Target is going through some problems lately and doesn't seem to have enough money to take care of all of their workers personally..."

And then he was in the hallway, his bag clutched in his hand, and his mother yelling at him that he was to never come back to their apartment ever again, and that if he did, she'd call the police.

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Flynn stayed the night in his car that night, and the next day, he went to Jason's home at noon, like he'd been instructed. He knocked on the door timidly and awaited Jason's appearance.

"Hey there, Flynn. Come on in, come on in..."

Flynn stepped inside the warm house and sighed in delight, mainly because his car didn't have a heater and even if it did, he wouldn't have been able to keep his car on all night. It wasn't that it was the dead of winter, but even when it was October, the weather in Seattle was generally chilly during the day. Nights were icy cold, sometimes freezing even.

"Why are you wearing a Target uniform? Do you work there? Well, it's obvious you work there if you have a uniform, but I mean, did you work there this morning or something?"

"Uh, no...I got fired, Master," Flynn replied honestly. And disconsolatedly, for he knew that Jason would probably not take that news too lightly.

"You got fired?" Jason's eyes took on a hard glint. "That's not the kind of behavior I expect from my slaves."

Just the disappointed tone of voice that Jason had taken on made Flynn thick with embarrassment and shame. He couldn't even get his voice to work to apologize properly. He just ducked his head and waited to get beaten.

"Come with me," Jason instructed forcefully, and Flynn followed him back to the sofa that they had been on last time. Jason sat and then directed Flynn to lay on his stomach over Jason's lap.

"I'm going to give you a spanking. Ten strikes. You are to count. Is that clear?"

"Absolutely, Master," Flynn replied, not wanting to make this any more inconvenient for his Master than it already was. Of course, he didn't understand the 'ten strikes' part. What if Master Jason decided that he wasn't punished enough after ten? Would he do more?

All of a sudden, something warm and hard came down upon his backside angrily. Flynn was so surprised by the strike that he forgot to say the number.

"You did not count like I asked you to. Two extra. We are now going up to twelve. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes Master," Flynn said despondently. The next smack that came seemed to be slightly more under control, and Flynn said, "One," right after he'd been hit. And so the punishment went on, though Flynn found that it didn't really hurt all that bad compared to the punches his father usually left on him. In fact, this controlled punishment felt kind of nice - he was making up for all the sins that he'd committed at Target, for not noticing when the lady was talking to him. And the punisher cared enough about him to exert the sentence for Flynn's own good, rather than to let out anger on him.

When it was over, Flynn was actually somewhat disappointed, because now he had to get up. He had been quite comfortable in his position over Jason's lap. But he knew better than to force his presence upon other people. He sat up and leaned back into the couch with a deplorable sigh of loss.

"You didn't have to get up, you know." It was as if Jason could read his mind!

"Y-you mean, you don't mind if I lay on you? Master?" Flynn found that hard to believe. Who would want Flynn Garrett to be all over them?

"I would love it if you laid back where you were," Jason answered gently. Flynn took a deep breath and then laid himself over Jason's thighs again, getting comfortable. A hand started to caress his backside, and Flynn tensed, sure that he was going to be spanked again. But the hand did nothing more than rub tenderly, leaving Flynn feeling immensely strange. No one had ever touched him with affection before.

"So, Flynn, tell me why you were fired this morning," Jason told him, still rubbing intimately.

"Er, I was actually fired yesterday," Flynn started. "Er, Master. Oh, crud, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to talk back Master!"

"If you were fired yesterday, why are you wearing your uniform?" Jason had stopped caressing him, making Flynn hot with shame, because he was sure it was because of his back-talking. Flynn related what had transpired between his mother and him the previous day, trying not to hiccup or cry whilst mid-sentence. "And she didn't let me take any of my clothes, so..."

"You mean to say that you have no where to go?"

Flynn shook his head. "N-no Master, I've got nowhere to go, but my car is pretty comfortable..."

"Absolutely not!" Jason disagreed. "In fact, as your Master, I am forbidding you from sleeping in your car tonight."

Flynn's shoulders sank. "So I've gotta sleep outside? Master?"

"No! Stay with one of your friends, they'd understand, even if they don't have much room."

"I don't..."

"I don't care if you don't want to! You are to do as I say!"

"I don't have any friends!" Flynn's voice had gone up slightly in volume, and he gasped. "Oh man, I didn't mean to yell, oh, I'm so sorry, I promise that won't happen again Master, I'm really trying to do this right, I promise!"

Jason's hand started rubbing Flynn's hip. "Oh Flynn... I know you're trying. You're doing very well, I promise you that. Do you have a relative you could stay with? An aunt? A cousin?"

"N-no Master...they all live in different states, but they all don't like me anyways, so...."

"Well, then it's decided. You're going to stay with me! I'll be able to help train you better if I can see you everyday anyways."

Flynn actually turned himself around so that he could look at Jason's face. "Are you serious Master? Oh my goodness, thank you so much! This means so much to me, I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

Jason shushed him and turned him back over, then continued to stroke Flynn's backside and hip area. "Flynn, I appreciate that. You are a good pet so far."

Flynn blushed at the compliment. "T-thank you Master..."

"So, can you cook?"

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So, what do you think so far?