The Collar

Eric and Sonny.

WARNING WARNING, WARNING

 BDSM. This is not for the faint of heart.

Thanks Dizzy for giving me the courage to post.

Only spell and Grammar checked. Amy mistakes are all mine.

  

Sonny was happy. He’d been on a BDSM relationship for almost a year now, and couldn’t quite believe he was kneeling next to Eric’s chair stark naked, with a freshly spanked butt.  He hadn’t done anything wrong, Eric had just decided that his butt was too white and remedied the situation with a brisk over the knee spanking. The basis of the relationship had changed, they no longer identified as Top and Brat, and they were a Master and his slave. Sonny still worked at the garage as a mechanic during the day, but once he returned home he stripped and submitted totally to Eric. They were active in the local fetish scene, and went to the monthly Beat and Greet where they usually played. Eric was expert with a multi tailed flogger he’d purchased from Sugar Tits. Sonny usually left the meet flying high.

Sonny had mentioned building a dungeon at home, but Eric has raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need a dungeon to make you fly,” he stated. Then proved his statement several time over the next month, until the next Beat and Greet. People still talked about the scene played out that night.

They soft pedaled their relationship outside the scene, especially around Brian who just didn’t understand and didn’t try too. Adam was much more laid back about it, after having a long discussion with Eric at the beginning. One day early on the couples got together, Brian and Sonny ended up trading insults.

Sonny was trying to explain to Brian how it worked and explained he had a safe word he could use if things got too intense. He didn’t mention his safe word was “Brian.”

“You mean you have an out when you get spanked?” Brian said incredulously, “and I thought Eric was a strong Top.”

“He’s not a Top,” Sonny spat finally losing his cool, “He’s my Master. Plus it’s not an out I’d never use it when he spanks me. I like a nice, warm, burn …”

“Nuts,” Brian muttered interrupting, “You’re nuts there’s nothing nice about a freshly spanked butt.”

“Oh come on,” Sonny retorted, “Are you saying Adam doesn’t use erotic spankings.”

Brian blushed “That’s different, Eric leaves bruises I’ve seen them,” he stated.

“Only if I ask nicely,” was Sonny’s calm reply.

Sonny just gave Brian a mocking look, “and that’s another thing, groveling at his feet starkers, being beaten and fucked at his whim.’ Brian struck back, “That’s just weird.”

“Nope that’s hot.”

It was at that stage that the fight evolved into name calling.

Neither Adam nor Eric were too impressed, and both Brain and Sonny paid a penalty. Although for Sonny the punishment strapping he got was for letting his Master down in public, not for the actual fight.

Sonny was crying, even before the strap landed the first time. He hated that he’d let down his Master. He tried to take the strapping in silence thinking that would please Eric. Eric made sure that his slave couldn’t stay silent. The first stroke went straight across the middle of the butt, the second at the lowest part of Sonny’s bottom and the third at the top. Then the Master filled the white areas until they were bright red. At this stage Sonny was crying out in real pain. The punishment only finished after Eric reclaimed his slave, in the most primal way. After that Eric cared for his slave, and allowed him to come the next morning.

It was after this, that by mutual decision, Brian and Sonny decided that life was too short to argue, and their relationship got back on track.

It was a month later and the previous weekend the Master and his slave had attended Adam and Brian’s wedding. It had been a wonderful affair, and Sonny had decorated the car they’d driven away in. Lots of shaving cream and old boots had been employed, and Eric on reflection, had decided that it was a harmless price of fun, although he was somewhat put out when he discovered one of the pairs of shoes had been his favourite pair of comfortable sneakers. Sonny had been unrepentant, and took the spanking that ensued calmly. Ever since the wedding Eric had been thinking furiously, he was gently carding his hand through his slave’s flaming red hair, when he spoke. “Sonny we need to have a talk.”

The use of his first name jerked Sonny out of his post spanking daze.  He looked up curiosity sparking in his green eyes. “What about?” he asked, and then after a seconds thought added, “Master.”

“Do you want to get married?” Eric asked curiously.

“Hell, no,” Sonny answered immediately, “Are you asking?” he inquired, so perturbed he totally forgot to use Eric’s honorific.

“No,” Eric replied calmly, “I just know you threw yourself into helping with Adam and Brian’s wedding and wanted to know how you felt.”

“We’re not Adam and Brian,” Sonny said, he had a talent for stating the obvious. “We’re a Master and his slave and we don’t need wedding rings to show our commitment.” After saying this he caught himself, and lamely added, “Master.”

Eric growled slightly, which made Sonny shift uncomfortably.  “Master, you just startled me,” he said hurriedly. Eric wasn’t anal about the use of the word Master, but he did insist it wasn’t used as an afterthought. He lowered his head and felt Eric move. He tensed slightly half expecting to be pulled over Eric’s lap. When Eric returned he had something in his hand.

“Sit up,” he ordered his slave. When Sonny had raised his head Eric held up what he was holding. It was a delicate, silver collar with a small padlock attached. Sonny gasped in wonder, he looked up his eyes shining.

“Sonny,” Eric said “I’m not into big speeches, but I just need to ask you one thing. Will you wear my collar?”

Sonny had almost resigned himself to never having a proper collar. He wore leather one to the Beat and Greets, but that was only to signify he was taken, like the collar in San Francisco had been. This was different,  it was obvious it was custom made. and not a play collar, but one that he could easily wear to work.

“Eric,” Sonny took a cue from Eric’s use of his name, “I’d love to wear your collar, and be yours forever.”

Sonny closed his eyes as Eric placed the collar around his neck and clicked the padlock shut. Then Eric threaded the padlock key on a chain he produced and put it on. His eyes twinkled “Slave let’s go upstairs and celebrate.”

So they did several times