Short Stories And Oneshots!! (GirlxGirl, BoyxBoy, BoyxGirl, LGBTQ)

The Art Of Discipline

This story contains BDSM themes. Including:

Humiliation.
Leather kink.
Dom/Sub.
Whipping.
Paddling.
Dress up.
Dirty talk.

Pegging and group sex is also present here. As well as consensual consent play.

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The things people thought of their relationship dynamic made Jimmy laugh.

Looking from the outside, it all seemed so obvious.

Jimmy, the 5'7, cute, twinky, submissive boyfriend to Joe, who was 6'2, brooding, stoic and calm.

Oh... how wrong they were.

How wrong Joe was too, when they first started going out.

But let me take you back a little.

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It started when Jimmy first saw something.
Tom Of Finland, a Finnish artist and one of queer history's most well known artists.

Seeing the strong, burly men in leather, it all had an impact on young Jimmy. And as he grew, he learned what it meant, and how he could use it to explore his own identity as an openly gay man.

After his 18th birthday, he went to an underground kink club for the first time, one which had a speciality... for leather.

A place for beginners and seasoned veterans of the scene.

Wearing a white t-shirt and leather pants and boots, he went there.

It was a cool Saturday night. And inside was a world that immediately overwhelmed his senses.

The scent of alcohol, leather, sweat, sex, the groans, moans, and growls and gentle gasps in the air.

Jimmy gazed around the room. So many handsome men and beautiful women, gorgeous people in general.

After getting a drink, he started chatting to a master, dressed wearing only leather pants, an army cap and leather boots with a whip in hand.

The master, named Rob, looked Jimmy up and down, thinking he could make a good little slave of him.

However, he saw the glint of power in Jimmy's eye, waiting to be released.

So, he let Jimmy have a play with his slave, named Ari, wearing only leather shorts, blindfolded with his head bowed and hands tied in front loosely.

"Is he well trained?" Jimmy spoke, gripping Ari's chin with his thumb and forefinger, not too rough but enough and make him look up.

"Mmm," Rob replied, "Very well trained, though he has his moments where he can be pretty disobedient with people." Rob looked him up and down again, "Why not have some fun with him? Ari! Stand!"

The slave rose to his feet, and Jimmy noticed the leash around his neck.
"Let's take our new friend to our usual room."

"Yes master." Ari replied.

He was lead to a room down the corridor, which had a bed and case. Inside the case were toys, and NOT the type sold at your local supermarket chain.

Rob sat there, stroking his dick and barking orders while Jimmy had fun with Ari.

He had him kiss his boots, then he pulled out a paddle and slapped Ari's arse cheeks until they were red, played and teased his nipples.

Ari couldn't moan, he'd been given orders not too. So he had to suck in deep breathes, and he was struggling too, which Jimmy felt pretty proud of.