Combination fill inspired by but not direct representations of two prompts:
1. Universe where everyone is either a Dominant, a submissive, or a switch. 17 year old Nicky knows he's a sub, but he doesn't have any experience. He looks up Dominants online, and ends up arranging a session with Joe, who is an experienced Dom.
They meet up and first have a conversation about limits and what experience Nicky has (none) and what he wants to try.
As they go on, the two of them develop feelings for each other. (Nicky isn't the first sub Joe has trained, but he's the first one Joe's wanted to keep.) Joe ends up collaring Nicky.
2. BDSM AU where everyone has a D/s designation. Submissives need to submit, but sometimes they need some guidance to get there.
Submissive Nicky is seventeen, is running amok with all the "wrong people", and has broken every boundary his parents have put in place. Nicky's parents hire Joe on a long term contract to Dom their son into a better headspace. Joe teaches reluctant Nicky how to be a good boy (Nicky actually really wants to be a good boy).
Nicky stared down intensely into his mug of black coffee. The coffee shop around him bustled with college students, groups of people laughing and chatting, and those like him sitting alone. Only, he hadn’t brought anything to occupy his time. He knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on his computer or a book as he waited to meet up with the man he had been emailing for the last week. Yusuf al-Kaysani, professional dom.
His cheeks burned when he thought about how his life had brought him here. Designated a submissive at the age of 13, he had tried to tap into the desire to serve and submit. But, each dom he had tried, he couldn’t bring himself to perform in the ways they wanted. He even continued to be snappy and disobedient toward his parents, much to their chagrin.
Having just turned 18, they had suggested sending him off to one of the many different training schools for those like him. They had been pushing this even harder as he began to fill his time at a local club that had an eclectic mix of subs, switches, and doms. They said that he had begun hanging out with the wrong kind of people.
It was through speaking with some of these new friends, though, that he had ended up at this coffee house. Lamenting the fact that he could technically not listen to his parents, being of age, he was also scared that if he didn’t begin learning to be submissive he might end up alone forever. His new friends Nile and Booker had given him the name of Yusuf, saying that he had a great reputation for training subs, even those who might be a bit wild.
Looking him up when he had gotten home later that night, he did seem like a legitimate and well versed trainer. Presenting this info to his parents, they had agreed to pay for a week of training, but if he was still wild and untrained after this week, they were going to send him off to Brookmore Submissive School for Unruly Boys. He would be placed among boys his own age that had been trained for years. Nicky doubted he would ever be able to catch up, and he had heard some horror stories of the punishment that was inflicted for subordination.
Looking up, he scanned the room once more for this future dom. None of the reviews he had found had come with a picture and Yusuf hadn’t asked for his. Instead, they had agreed that Nicky would wear a green sweater and be at the coffee shop seated by 4pm.
Nicky had bristled at the idea that he would be the only one who had to dress a certain way. But, then he remembered those types of feelings were why he was in this situation in the first place.
Bringing his cup up to take a sip, his eyes caught sight of one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. Warm mocha skin with an achingly beautiful jawline that had a brush of well groomed facial hair, his eyes lit up when they reached Nicky. He smiled, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his mouth, dimples sinking into his cheeks. Nicky was proud of himself for remaining seated when all he felt like doing was falling out of his chair.
To make it worse, this beautiful man began to walk over to him.
‘No, there was no way this beautiful man was Yusuf’ Nicky thought as his heartbeat sped up with each step he took toward him. He came to stand before him, Nicky now craning his neck to look up at him from the table, eyes wide. Yusuf hadn’t looked away once.
Was it just another show of dominance? Nicky wanted to be irritated, but then he realized he still had his coffee cup halfway to his mouth. Having forgotten it as soon as they had locked eyes, his mouth was still held open for the coffee, but was now barely catching the drool that wanted to escape. He blinked and pulled his head down, blushing furiously.
“Nicky?”
‘Ugh! Even his voice is hot’ Nicky thought looking back to him. Forcing out a short, “Yes, Yusuf?”
A quick nod and he was seated at his table. Nicky’s face was still red hot. ‘Coffee shops are always too warm. It’s the cozy atmosphere,’ he tried to reassure himself.
“Are you going to get anything to drink?” Nicky blurted out. Needing to fill the space with some mild conversation.
“I’m not much of a coffee drinker,” Yusuf said, pulling out a reusable water bottle. “But, these types of meet-ups always go better in public places.”
“You look so young!” Nicky seemed to have lost any ability to have a regular conversation.
“To be training submissives?” Yusuf looked at him with his deep brown eyes. Nicky felt like they were tunneling into him and he was being drawn into it like a moth to a flame.
Nicky just nodded as Yusuf sat back comfortably in his chair. “Yeah, I guess I am. I’ve made a little bit of a reputation for myself at twenty-five. I think it’s because I have a touch, a finesse that sets me apart. I also grew up on a farm and have been training horses ever since I could walk. So, that might help a little bit, too.”
“Are you calling me a horse?” Nicky deadpanned back.
The laugh that came from Yusuf’s mouth was an angelic sound. Nicky couldn’t look away from a sound! So, he just brought his coffee cup and actually took a sip this time. Hoping that would keep his mouth occupied for a few moments.
“No, you are most definitely not,” he answered back with a cheeky grin. Nicky felt his stomach drop out. Yep, he was in trouble.
—
“So, refresh me on why you need my services?” Yusuf finally said after a very pregnant pause.
“I um...I am having a difficult time giving into my submissive tendencies. It’s not even that I feel like my designation is wrong, because I have no desire to be dominant. It’s just… that with the people I’ve been with..., so far…, they have all been... people I didn’t want to listen to. Like a mental block. Does that make sense?” Nicky said, playing with his hands nervously and never making true eye contact as he spoke. He had a difficult time putting into words the exact discontent he felt sometimes with the way people spoke to him or what they expected of him.
Joe just gave him a comforting smile as he nodded his head, pulled a notepad from his messenger bag, and began to jot down some notes. “How many people have tried to fill the role of your dominant?”
“I had a boyfriend in high school. He and his friends were jerks. But, they were older and I was a sophomore getting attention from a senior. So....” Nicky waved his hand dismissively and rolled his eyes as he thought about that disastrous relationship. “Other than that it hasn’t been anything too serious with anyone.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“No.” Nicky had practiced for this question. He technically was still a virgin, but he was tired of it. Tired of the creepy glint in men’s eyes when they found out. Tired of the idea that he had to love the person he lost it to. Tired of the idea that the first time he had sex it might be some weird transaction. Also, he was scared that if he told Yusuf he was then he wouldn’t take him on as a client.
Yusuf just nodded and made another note.
“Have you ever made a list of your hard and soft limits?”
“My what?” Nicky asked back.
“Hard limits are those things you feel you would never do. For some people these are things like, needles, body modification, different types of bodily fluids. As for soft limits, these are things that aren’t hard no’s, but that you aren’t wholly unopposed to trying. They just might not be on your list of turn ons. For some people those are things like pain, feminization, humiliation.”
Nicky’s face was back to being flushed and bright red. Talking about these things so freely and easily in the middle of this coffee shop, his brain was having a hard time following.
“How about I send you a couple of documents explaining and listing different submissive attributes. I will expect you to send me your different lists by tomorrow evening though if we can’t make them today.”
His voice was kind but firm. Nicky could feel his body responding in ways that had never happened before. He wanted to do this for Yusuf. He wanted him to be proud of him. “Okay,” he answered.
“We will be using a simple system of safe words. ‘Red’ will end the scene immediately and for the rest of the day. We will talk about what you didn’t like. I’m not going to encourage you not to use this word, but I also need you to understand the significance of the word. As a submissive, most dominants will expect a certain level of obedience. This signal is in place if you feel as if your life is in danger or believe there is no way for you to move on through the scene. ‘Yellow’ will signal for us to pause a scene if you are feeling uncomfortable. As a trainer, I like using this word for you to learn where your limits might start and stop. Again, though, outside of this training this word is also meant for extreme situations. Most dominants will expect you to already know your own limits and some will use your limits to decide if they are interested in you. ‘Green’ is meant to say keep going. I rarely ever ask for a color, though, so this word might not be used at all. I don’t ask for you to tell me what your color is because this week is meant for you to learn when to say how you are feeling. Dominants are not mind readers and their submissives need to know their limits and when to use their safe word system.”
Nicky just kept nodding.
“Of course all of this is laid out in the contract we will be signing.” Yusuf leaned down to pull the contract from his bag.
“Along with the contract for the week, we will both sign an NDA. This is as much for your peace of mind as mine. It will ensure that no audio or video will be taken while you are my submissive. We will also be unable to speak about what happens during the week we are together to anyone after it is over. I will still be able to write you a letter of recommendation, though, if you want or need one. Any questions so far?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Nicky said, still nodding reflexively.
“Then let's move on.” Yusuf placed a calming hand on top of Nicky’s. “I want you at my house, plugged, and in clothes that you won’t mind getting a little messed up at 4pm on Friday afternoon. You will not need to bring anything else; I will be providing everything you need.”
Nicky’s nodding slowed down as his eyes grew a little wide.
“You do own some toys, don’t you?” Yusuf asked, a little incredulously.
“No.” Nicky answered shyly.
“Okay. That’s okay. One of my favorite stores is just around the corner. If you feel comfortable, we can walk there together and we can pick you something out.”
“Okay,” Nicky knew he was killing it with these one word answers.
“I also want you to start practicing calling me sir. When I ask you a question, it will be ‘yes sir’ or not sir’.”
“Okay,” Nicky said without thinking. “I mean, um, yes sir?”
“You’ll get the hang of it. That’s why I want you to practice.” His voice practically purred out.
Nicky felt helpless and couldn’t help but answer back, “Yes sir.”
The way his heart leapt into his chest when Yusuf said, with a grin and a wink, “Good boy.” Oh yeah, he was feeling a very strong urge to do anything this man told him to.
——-
It wasn’t long after this that Nicky found himself walking with this beautiful man to ‘The Lion’s Den’ a few blocks away. To buy himself a sex toy.
Nicky’s rational brain was telling himself that he barely knew Yusuf and not to go with him to a secondary location. But, the submissive side of his brain was reacting so strongly for the first time ever. Yusuf’s calm but dominating energy made Nicky feel safe and protected. The way he had winked at Nicky the first time he had said ‘yes sir’ and meant it, how he had guided Nicky from the coffee shop with a hand at the small of his back, and how he was now following Yusuf to a sex shop on a Tuesday afternoon like it was a regular occurrence. He couldn’t shake the feeling of doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing with Yusuf. A calm feeling that was wrapped up in a submissive attitude that he didn’t mind expressing.
He was blown away at the variety and creativity of the selection once they had arrived. His wide eyes drew a small chuckle from Yusuf. But, it was not unkind. Instead, it was understanding.
“Look around. I want you to pick out what you want.”
Nicky knew he was doing this on purpose. Trying to reduce him to a pliable puddle at his feet. And, he was succeeding.
There were so many things that caught his eye especially as he thought about the lists Yusuf wanted him to make. Eventually, he ended up standing in front of a wall of butt plugs of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Yusuf came to stand beside him after finishing up a quiet conversation with the girl behind the register.
“Do you see anything you like?”
Nicky’s heart was racing in his chest as he nodded. Reaching his hand out to grab a modestly sized plug, baby blue, with the ability to vibrate. Pulling it down, he turned to fully face Yusuf. “Sir?”
“Wonderful choice. I love this brand. The color is a bit of a surprise.” That beautiful smile shooting directly into. “Do you see anything else you might be interested in?” Yusuf asked, reaching out to pull the box from his hands in an obvious sign that he would be paying for it.
While Nicky had seen some things that caught his eye, he already felt so conflicted with letting Yusuf buy this one thing for him that he didn’t say anything.
“No sir,” Nicky answered back, his eyes sliding to the floor as he felt himself blush for the umteenth time today.
“You have no business being this cute,” Nicky heard Yusuf say quietly, almost to himself.
When Nicky brought his eyes back up to him, it almost looked as if Yusuf was the one blushing for the first time that day.
------- Please help! I really need to be sent to horny jail because I can not stop imagining and writing these two in very sexy situations.
Fill: Joe/Nicky, D/s'verse AND Joe/Nicky, Contracted dom, BDSM AU (1/?)
1. Universe where everyone is either a Dominant, a submissive, or a switch. 17 year old Nicky knows he's a sub, but he doesn't have any experience. He looks up Dominants online, and ends up arranging a session with Joe, who is an experienced Dom.
They meet up and first have a conversation about limits and what experience Nicky has (none) and what he wants to try.
As they go on, the two of them develop feelings for each other. (Nicky isn't the first sub Joe has trained, but he's the first one Joe's wanted to keep.) Joe ends up collaring Nicky.
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5552.html?thread=1812656#cmt1812656
AND
2. BDSM AU where everyone has a D/s designation. Submissives need to submit, but sometimes they need some guidance to get there.
Submissive Nicky is seventeen, is running amok with all the "wrong people", and has broken every boundary his parents have put in place. Nicky's parents hire Joe on a long term contract to Dom their son into a better headspace. Joe teaches reluctant Nicky how to be a good boy (Nicky actually really wants to be a good boy).
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2048248#cmt2048248
----------
Nicky stared down intensely into his mug of black coffee. The coffee shop around him bustled with college students, groups of people laughing and chatting, and those like him sitting alone. Only, he hadn’t brought anything to occupy his time. He knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on his computer or a book as he waited to meet up with the man he had been emailing for the last week. Yusuf al-Kaysani, professional dom.
His cheeks burned when he thought about how his life had brought him here. Designated a submissive at the age of 13, he had tried to tap into the desire to serve and submit. But, each dom he had tried, he couldn’t bring himself to perform in the ways they wanted. He even continued to be snappy and disobedient toward his parents, much to their chagrin.
Having just turned 18, they had suggested sending him off to one of the many different training schools for those like him. They had been pushing this even harder as he began to fill his time at a local club that had an eclectic mix of subs, switches, and doms. They said that he had begun hanging out with the wrong kind of people.
It was through speaking with some of these new friends, though, that he had ended up at this coffee house. Lamenting the fact that he could technically not listen to his parents, being of age, he was also scared that if he didn’t begin learning to be submissive he might end up alone forever. His new friends Nile and Booker had given him the name of Yusuf, saying that he had a great reputation for training subs, even those who might be a bit wild.
Looking him up when he had gotten home later that night, he did seem like a legitimate and well versed trainer. Presenting this info to his parents, they had agreed to pay for a week of training, but if he was still wild and untrained after this week, they were going to send him off to Brookmore Submissive School for Unruly Boys. He would be placed among boys his own age that had been trained for years. Nicky doubted he would ever be able to catch up, and he had heard some horror stories of the punishment that was inflicted for subordination.
Looking up, he scanned the room once more for this future dom. None of the reviews he had found had come with a picture and Yusuf hadn’t asked for his. Instead, they had agreed that Nicky would wear a green sweater and be at the coffee shop seated by 4pm.
Nicky had bristled at the idea that he would be the only one who had to dress a certain way. But, then he remembered those types of feelings were why he was in this situation in the first place.
Bringing his cup up to take a sip, his eyes caught sight of one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. Warm mocha skin with an achingly beautiful jawline that had a brush of well groomed facial hair, his eyes lit up when they reached Nicky. He smiled, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his mouth, dimples sinking into his cheeks. Nicky was proud of himself for remaining seated when all he felt like doing was falling out of his chair.
To make it worse, this beautiful man began to walk over to him.
‘No, there was no way this beautiful man was Yusuf’ Nicky thought as his heartbeat sped up with each step he took toward him. He came to stand before him, Nicky now craning his neck to look up at him from the table, eyes wide. Yusuf hadn’t looked away once.
Was it just another show of dominance? Nicky wanted to be irritated, but then he realized he still had his coffee cup halfway to his mouth. Having forgotten it as soon as they had locked eyes, his mouth was still held open for the coffee, but was now barely catching the drool that wanted to escape. He blinked and pulled his head down, blushing furiously.
“Nicky?”
‘Ugh! Even his voice is hot’ Nicky thought looking back to him. Forcing out a short, “Yes, Yusuf?”
A quick nod and he was seated at his table. Nicky’s face was still red hot. ‘Coffee shops are always too warm. It’s the cozy atmosphere,’ he tried to reassure himself.
“Are you going to get anything to drink?” Nicky blurted out. Needing to fill the space with some mild conversation.
“I’m not much of a coffee drinker,” Yusuf said, pulling out a reusable water bottle. “But, these types of meet-ups always go better in public places.”
“You look so young!” Nicky seemed to have lost any ability to have a regular conversation.
“To be training submissives?” Yusuf looked at him with his deep brown eyes. Nicky felt like they were tunneling into him and he was being drawn into it like a moth to a flame.
Nicky just nodded as Yusuf sat back comfortably in his chair. “Yeah, I guess I am. I’ve made a little bit of a reputation for myself at twenty-five. I think it’s because I have a touch, a finesse that sets me apart. I also grew up on a farm and have been training horses ever since I could walk. So, that might help a little bit, too.”
“Are you calling me a horse?” Nicky deadpanned back.
The laugh that came from Yusuf’s mouth was an angelic sound. Nicky couldn’t look away from a sound! So, he just brought his coffee cup and actually took a sip this time. Hoping that would keep his mouth occupied for a few moments.
“No, you are most definitely not,” he answered back with a cheeky grin. Nicky felt his stomach drop out. Yep, he was in trouble.
—
“So, refresh me on why you need my services?” Yusuf finally said after a very pregnant pause.
“I um...I am having a difficult time giving into my submissive tendencies. It’s not even that I feel like my designation is wrong, because I have no desire to be dominant. It’s just… that with the people I’ve been with..., so far…, they have all been... people I didn’t want to listen to. Like a mental block. Does that make sense?” Nicky said, playing with his hands nervously and never making true eye contact as he spoke. He had a difficult time putting into words the exact discontent he felt sometimes with the way people spoke to him or what they expected of him.
Joe just gave him a comforting smile as he nodded his head, pulled a notepad from his messenger bag, and began to jot down some notes. “How many people have tried to fill the role of your dominant?”
“I had a boyfriend in high school. He and his friends were jerks. But, they were older and I was a sophomore getting attention from a senior. So....” Nicky waved his hand dismissively and rolled his eyes as he thought about that disastrous relationship. “Other than that it hasn’t been anything too serious with anyone.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“No.” Nicky had practiced for this question. He technically was still a virgin, but he was tired of it. Tired of the creepy glint in men’s eyes when they found out. Tired of the idea that he had to love the person he lost it to. Tired of the idea that the first time he had sex it might be some weird transaction. Also, he was scared that if he told Yusuf he was then he wouldn’t take him on as a client.
Yusuf just nodded and made another note.
“Have you ever made a list of your hard and soft limits?”
“My what?” Nicky asked back.
“Hard limits are those things you feel you would never do. For some people these are things like, needles, body modification, different types of bodily fluids. As for soft limits, these are things that aren’t hard no’s, but that you aren’t wholly unopposed to trying. They just might not be on your list of turn ons. For some people those are things like pain, feminization, humiliation.”
Nicky’s face was back to being flushed and bright red. Talking about these things so freely and easily in the middle of this coffee shop, his brain was having a hard time following.
“How about I send you a couple of documents explaining and listing different submissive attributes. I will expect you to send me your different lists by tomorrow evening though if we can’t make them today.”
His voice was kind but firm. Nicky could feel his body responding in ways that had never happened before. He wanted to do this for Yusuf. He wanted him to be proud of him. “Okay,” he answered.
“We will be using a simple system of safe words. ‘Red’ will end the scene immediately and for the rest of the day. We will talk about what you didn’t like. I’m not going to encourage you not to use this word, but I also need you to understand the significance of the word. As a submissive, most dominants will expect a certain level of obedience. This signal is in place if you feel as if your life is in danger or believe there is no way for you to move on through the scene. ‘Yellow’ will signal for us to pause a scene if you are feeling uncomfortable. As a trainer, I like using this word for you to learn where your limits might start and stop. Again, though, outside of this training this word is also meant for extreme situations. Most dominants will expect you to already know your own limits and some will use your limits to decide if they are interested in you. ‘Green’ is meant to say keep going. I rarely ever ask for a color, though, so this word might not be used at all. I don’t ask for you to tell me what your color is because this week is meant for you to learn when to say how you are feeling. Dominants are not mind readers and their submissives need to know their limits and when to use their safe word system.”
Nicky just kept nodding.
“Of course all of this is laid out in the contract we will be signing.” Yusuf leaned down to pull the contract from his bag.
“Along with the contract for the week, we will both sign an NDA. This is as much for your peace of mind as mine. It will ensure that no audio or video will be taken while you are my submissive. We will also be unable to speak about what happens during the week we are together to anyone after it is over. I will still be able to write you a letter of recommendation, though, if you want or need one. Any questions so far?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Nicky said, still nodding reflexively.
“Then let's move on.” Yusuf placed a calming hand on top of Nicky’s. “I want you at my house, plugged, and in clothes that you won’t mind getting a little messed up at 4pm on Friday afternoon. You will not need to bring anything else; I will be providing everything you need.”
Nicky’s nodding slowed down as his eyes grew a little wide.
“You do own some toys, don’t you?” Yusuf asked, a little incredulously.
“No.” Nicky answered shyly.
“Okay. That’s okay. One of my favorite stores is just around the corner. If you feel comfortable, we can walk there together and we can pick you something out.”
“Okay,” Nicky knew he was killing it with these one word answers.
“I also want you to start practicing calling me sir. When I ask you a question, it will be ‘yes sir’ or not sir’.”
“Okay,” Nicky said without thinking. “I mean, um, yes sir?”
“You’ll get the hang of it. That’s why I want you to practice.” His voice practically purred out.
Nicky felt helpless and couldn’t help but answer back, “Yes sir.”
The way his heart leapt into his chest when Yusuf said, with a grin and a wink, “Good boy.” Oh yeah, he was feeling a very strong urge to do anything this man told him to.
——-
It wasn’t long after this that Nicky found himself walking with this beautiful man to ‘The Lion’s Den’ a few blocks away. To buy himself a sex toy.
Nicky’s rational brain was telling himself that he barely knew Yusuf and not to go with him to a secondary location. But, the submissive side of his brain was reacting so strongly for the first time ever. Yusuf’s calm but dominating energy made Nicky feel safe and protected. The way he had winked at Nicky the first time he had said ‘yes sir’ and meant it, how he had guided Nicky from the coffee shop with a hand at the small of his back, and how he was now following Yusuf to a sex shop on a Tuesday afternoon like it was a regular occurrence. He couldn’t shake the feeling of doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing with Yusuf. A calm feeling that was wrapped up in a submissive attitude that he didn’t mind expressing.
He was blown away at the variety and creativity of the selection once they had arrived. His wide eyes drew a small chuckle from Yusuf. But, it was not unkind. Instead, it was understanding.
“Look around. I want you to pick out what you want.”
Nicky knew he was doing this on purpose. Trying to reduce him to a pliable puddle at his feet. And, he was succeeding.
There were so many things that caught his eye especially as he thought about the lists Yusuf wanted him to make. Eventually, he ended up standing in front of a wall of butt plugs of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Yusuf came to stand beside him after finishing up a quiet conversation with the girl behind the register.
“Do you see anything you like?”
Nicky’s heart was racing in his chest as he nodded. Reaching his hand out to grab a modestly sized plug, baby blue, with the ability to vibrate. Pulling it down, he turned to fully face Yusuf. “Sir?”
“Wonderful choice. I love this brand. The color is a bit of a surprise.” That beautiful smile shooting directly into. “Do you see anything else you might be interested in?” Yusuf asked, reaching out to pull the box from his hands in an obvious sign that he would be paying for it.
While Nicky had seen some things that caught his eye, he already felt so conflicted with letting Yusuf buy this one thing for him that he didn’t say anything.
“No sir,” Nicky answered back, his eyes sliding to the floor as he felt himself blush for the umteenth time today.
“You have no business being this cute,” Nicky heard Yusuf say quietly, almost to himself.
When Nicky brought his eyes back up to him, it almost looked as if Yusuf was the one blushing for the first time that day.
-------
Please help! I really need to be sent to horny jail because I can not stop imagining and writing these two in very sexy situations.