Scömíche One Shots- smut and fluff

BDSM- Sub/Dom (Part 1)

This first part won't be much BDSM, but the second part will be. XOXO

A/N This first part wont be much BDSM, but the second part will be. XOXO

Mitch woke up and looked over at the man next to him. He was large, very tall, blonde. His hair was shaved on the sides but long in the middle, and messy. Right above his sleeping eyes, were non-existent eyebrows.

Mitch did not recognize this man, he assumed they had sex last night, but the last thing he remembered was dancing around on a table in the bar.

He slowly got up as to not wake the beautiful man beside him, and slipped out of the house.

When Scott woke up he didn't see the angelic boy from last night. He got up and walked to the kitchen, only to find a note with little cursive writing.

Hey, thanks for last night. I'm sure it was amazing. . . don't really remember it. I gotta run, bye bye. XOXO -Mitch

Scott realized how disappointed he was that Mitch wasn't there. He got angry. He needed to find Mitch.

That night, Scott went to the same bar, hoping to find Mitch again. Luckily for him, that was Mitch's favorite bar, and he was there kinda hoping to see the mysterious man from last nigh.

"Hey it's you!" Said Mitch, cheerfully.

"Mitch! Right?" Scott said.

"Yeah! Sorry, I don't remember your name," Mitch said guiltily.

"It's Scott," he said and laughed.

Scott and Mitch caught up, and Scott proceeded to tell Mitch that he would like to bring him back to his place, again.

Once the got there, Mitch was so horny, he began attack Scott's lips and tearing off his shirt.

"Hey now, slow down, I wanna show you something," said Scott.

Scott lead Mitch up the stairs, and Mitch's memory of last night and that morning slowly came back as he recognized the layout of the building.

But Scott didn't lead them to the room from last night, he went to the very end of the hall. And opened the door.

In the center of the red and black room was a bed, nothing else. But as Mitch's eyes gained focused he could see the walls were covered with whips and paddles.

"What is this place?" Asked Mitch, his voice a little shaky.

"This is what I wanted to show you. I participated in something called BDSM. I know this is a lot to take in, but I promise you, it's not that crazy. I couldn't stop thinking about last night, and your body, and your voice. Mitch, what would you say about being my submissive? Nothing permanent, just try it out."

"I-I d-don't know," said Mitch

He continued, "this is all really crazy, but I have to admit, it kinda turns me on. But I've never done something like this before."

"Here come sit down," Scott lead Mitch to the bed, where they went over the rules and conditions of BDSM.

"It's all about control, and trust. I don't ever want you to agree to something unless you trust me. I use a system of colors, green means you're fine and want to continue. Yellow means careful and don't go any further, and red means stop at all costs. I follow these religiously, and Mitchy, I completely respect you and whatever decisions you make here. If you don't want any of this, you can leave or we can go back to my bedroom and do what we did last night."

"Honestly? I'm kind of intrigued. I kinda want to try it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"