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FILL: Kneel 3/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)“What if I don’t?” Matt asks.
“Then I’ll ask you why not.”
“What if I don’t have a good reason?”
There is a slight rustle, Foggy moving behind him. It’s not any particular sort of movement, no goal in mind, just a solid reminder of his presence.
“I think,” Foggy says, “A better question might be what would happen if you do.”
FILL: Kneel 4/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)He told him about how he first presented- dropping to his knees in the rough gravel out back of his middle school when another boy, high on his own new presentation, had commanded it. He could breathe in the surprise and fear from a brand new Dom who hadn’t really expected that to work.
“I still have a scar on my knee from the rocks,” he said.
Oddly enough, Foggy didn’t ask to see it. Most Doms who had heard this story would, and with the trousers Matt was wearing today, that would involve taking off his pants. Most Doms ordered him to show it anyway, although it had been years since Matt had. He thought, though, that this time, if Foggy asked, maybe he would do it.
Foggy didn’t ask.
“Do you still feel like you have to kneel whenever a Dom tells you?” he asked. When Matt didn’t respond, his voice took a harder tone. “Kneel.”
Matt growled back at him automatically.
He heard the creak of the plastic chair as Foggy leaned back. “I thought so,” he said. Rather than offended, he sounded almost satisfied.
“Are you going to train me to kneel on command whenever some pimply ball of hormones goes on a power trip?” Matt snapped, since the other option was to cover his mouth and apologize.
“Do you want me to?” Foggy asked. “Because typically I’m not a fan of the whole ‘a sub is everyone’s property’ mentality, but if that’s something you want-“
“No!”
For the first time, Foggy’s heart sounded almost startled, by the volume, if nothing else.
“Okay,” he said. “Relax, dude. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, okay?” He spoke gently, like he was soothing a wild animal, and suddenly Matt wanted nothing more than to be soothed.
“I apologize,” he said stiffly. “That was out of line.”
But Foggy still didn’t seem offended. “We haven’t drawn a line yet,” he said. “Now, let me tell you what I do, okay?”
Matt nodded.
“You know that this is a training center for wayward subs. Probably, someone has convinced you that the emphasis is on the training. And we do some of that- sometimes people want to learn how to orgasm on command, or need reminders to be obedient. Sometimes people need to get away from abusive Doms. Sometimes, they just need a little guidance. You, my friend, I feel like you’re in the last category there.”
Matt breathed in to steady himself. “So how would you guide me?” he asked. “And don’t tell me I have to decide, because I have no idea.”
“Okay,” Foggy said, gentle. “I think you need a soft hand. You’re not made of glass, you’re strong enough to take pretty much anything I throw at you, I would guess. But you’ve had plenty of discipline in your life, and don’t try to tell me you haven’t. I think you can control yourself just fine. What you need is to trust someone enough to let them do that for you.”
When Matt didn’t respond, he leaned forward again. There was a sound like he was about to reach his hand out, but it didn’t touch the other man.
“Now,” he said, firmly. “Let’s get something to eat, get to know each other, and you can tell me a little more about how you wound up here.”
Re: FILL: Kneel 4/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kneel 4/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-19 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)But Foggy still didn’t seem offended. “We haven’t drawn a line yet,” he said.
--- <3 <3 <3 I love this! This is delightful!
FILL: Kneel 5/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-20 12:01 am (UTC)(link)“I may not be strong enough take you down,” he says, in a low growl. “But you will go down anyway for me, won’t you, Matt?”
“What if I don’t?” Matt asks, as much as his knees were quaking at the possessive twitch of fingers behind him.
“No more hypotheticals,” Foggy says. “I’m giving you ten seconds. You can go down, or you can fight me and find out what happens. Ten.”
FILL: Kneel 6/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-20 12:01 am (UTC)(link)He could hear something troubling happening in Foggy’s stomach that was likely nothing to do with the plain sandwiches they had eaten.
“At least you suggested that I ask this time,” Foggy said, too lightly. “I guess that’s progress!”
“That’s not an answer.”
Foggy stopped, his cheap shoes scuffing against the tile. “No,” he said. “I’m not going to ask you. Or tell you, for that matter. That’s not what this is about, Matt. Sex is beside the point at the moment. Okay?”
Matt nodded, and wondered whether he was supposed to feel relieved or disappointed.
He did go back, though. Three sessions, he went back, and he wasn’t sure why each time. At the end of every session, Foggy walked him to the door, stopped, and said “I hope I’ll see you next time,” with a warm hand on Matt’s shoulder. Usually, it was the only time they would touch.
They didn’t seem to do much in these sessions. They talked about Matt’s sexual history, some, about the Doms who wanted to do everything for him because he was blind and about the ones who thought they could control him from the outset. Foggy was kind and nonjudgmental, but more than that, he was funny, and smart, and he never pushed.
The fourth time he came, Foggy was already waiting for him in the hall, and Matt didn’t even both to pretend that he didn’t know Foggy’s there.
“Good to see you again,” Foggy said, and Matt knew that it was genuine. “I’d planned something a little different for today. Are you up for it?”
Matt shifted his cane to the other hand. “What exactly are we talking about here?”
“No sex,” Foggy said immediately, reading his mind. “We’ll go into the back room, and you can show me some of the things we’ve been talking about. Nothing that pushes the limits we talked about last time, okay?”
Matt licked his lips, considering, and felt a little prickle of self-satisfaction at the way Foggy’s heart skipped a beat. “Okay,” he agrees, finally.
The back room, it turned out, was a large setup that might have once been a garage. Matt could feel hard concrete under his shoes. Foggy moved through it quietly, flicking on lights- Matt could hear them buzzing- and shuffling things around. The room smelled like leather and cleaning fluids, and Matt shivered at the things his mind conjured up- the leather implements and what might have been cleaned off of them. The smell of blood was still strong under it all.
“You’re going to have to kneel,” Foggy said softly.
Matt didn’t move. “What are you doing to do to me?” he asked.
“I’m not going to do anything to you,” Foggy said. “You will breathe, and relax, and follow my orders. I will not hurt you, I will not try to have sex with you, and because you can trust me, you will obey my orders. And you will kneel.”
Matt felt the concrete under his knees before he realized that he was obeying.
Foggy chuckled. “I meant for you to wait a moment,” he said. “I can get a mat for you, Matt.”
Of all the stupid things that he had had Doms try to do to him, none of them had ever made a pun at him.
“I’m fine,” Matt said anyway. “I can handle it.”
A hand touched the back of his neck, and Matt wondered if Foggy was intentionally making enough noise behind him to warn him for this. “Yes, you’re very tough,” he said. “Now stand up, and I’ll tell you where to kneel.”
Matt obeyed.
There was a shuffling noise, and Foggy pulled something plastic and recently cleaned out of a wardrobe in one corner.
He dropped it down in front of the standing sub. “Okay,” he said. “You can kneel now.”
“Seriously?” Matt asked. “That’s your command? ‘You can kneel now’?”
“Are you going to kneel, or not?” he asked.
Matt set his jaw. “I don’t think I will, no.”
“What’s your word?” Foggy asked.
“Why, are you going to beat me bloody and try to make me submit?”
“I said I wasn’t going to hurt you, Matt,” Foggy repeated, and his voice was soft and gentle. “I keep my word. You can say ‘no’ at any time, and I will stop. But some people like to have a safeword anyway, something that will help them feel free to use it.”
When Matt hesitated, his voice went quieter. “This isn’t a test, Matt,” he said. “We’re not playing with consent here. You tell me to stop, you will. But I need to know if there’s another word I should be listening for.”
“Red,” Matt whispered.
Foggy didn’t touch him, but the feeling of someone moving behind him, so close his skin prickled. “Good boy,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Now you can kneel. The mat’s right in front of you, you should drop down right onto it.”
Matt knelt.
This time, Foggy didn’t pause before he stepped over to the side of the room. He opened something that Matt could hear humming like a mini fridge, and took out a plate that smelled like plastic wrap.
“Focus,” Foggy said firmly.
“I am focused,” Matt complained.
“No you’re not.” Foggy didn’t bother to turn around. “You’re trying to figure out what I’m doing. I see it in subs all the time when I blindfold them. You, I don’t normally see that in you. Now focus on your breathing. In and out.”
Matt breathed on the same pace that Foggy set for him.
“In.”
He breathed in.
“Out.”
He breathed out.
“You’re still not focusing,” Foggy said after a moment.
“In, out, in, out.” Matt breathed exaggeratedly. “I get it.”
“Clearly you don’t,” he said. “We’re going to start again. Breathe in. In.”
Matt breathed in, then out.
“In, Matthew.”
“I did breathe in,” Matt said. He couldn’t keep the whine out of his voice.
“And you breathed out before I told you to,” Foggy replied. “Breathe in, hold it. Trust me that I won’t push you farther than you can take.”
“Eventually I’m going to have to breathe out,” Matt pointed out. “I’ll actually just pass out if I don’t keep breathing, it’s not all a matter of self-control.”
“Did I say self-control?” Foggy’s head tilted. “I said trust me. I know your body’s limits, Matty. I’ll stop you before you stop yourself. Okay?”
Slowly, Matt nodded.
He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. More and more, Foggy’s touches were starting to feel like rewards. “Breathe in.”
Matt breathed.
Re: FILL: Kneel 6/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-20 01:41 am (UTC)(link)okay. in a minute, I will have to quote all of the lines and talk to you about how absolutely fucking delicate and gorgeous this is. the tension. but right now i'm just going to roll around in it, okay? okay. good.
Re: FILL: Kneel 6/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-20 07:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kneel 6/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-20 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kneel 6/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-20 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)This line (and everything that leads up to it) are so awesome!
Re: FILL: Kneel 6/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-20 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kneel 6/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-21 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Kneel 7/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-23 04:09 am (UTC)(link)“In,” he said. “And out when you’re ready.”
Matt almost choked as he tried to breathe out too quickly. He glared sharply at Foggy.
“Not a test, Matt,” Foggy reminded him. “Breathe.”
Matt breathed, unsteadily. Foggy stepped away for a second, and returned with a rolling desk chair and the thing he had taken out of the fridge. Matt had almost forgotten about it.
He smelled the food before it touched his lips- a carefully sliced bit of apple, perfect for hand feeding, wet and juicy against his lips. He took it into his mouth without thinking, and glared up at Foggy. “I can feed myself,” he said.
“Yeah, dude, I know,” Foggy replied. “Although I think the more popular response is ‘thank you, Foggy’, but hey, to each his own.”
He held out a small square of cheese, and Matt barely resisted biting him when he took it.
“Settle,” Foggy commanded softly. He held out another slice of apple.
Matt didn’t take it. “Is this supposed to be some sort of symbolism?” he asked.
Experience told him that it was impossible even for him to hear someone rolling their eyes at him. And yet.
“Sometimes an apple is just an apple, Matt. What are you, a poet?”
“Catholic.”
“Even worse,” Foggy groused, but there was no heat behind it. Matt took another bite-sized piece from his fingers. “I’m not trying to tempt you, dude. Just feeding you. You don’t need to read anything into it that you don’t want to.”
Matt almost asked what would happen if he did want to read something else into it, but the words didn’t quite come out of his mouth. Instead, he found himself breathing to Foggy’s rhythm again, taking little nibbles of the food he fed him, and leaning his head against the Dom’s thigh and letting himself be pet.
FILL: Kneel 8/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-23 04:10 am (UTC)(link)By five, his fingers are twisted in Matt’s hair, and on four he tugs. On three he squeezes the back of his neck, letting go on two.
On one, he lets go and pulls away.
He leans against the wall on the other end of the room and waits for Matt to kneel.
Silently, Matt starts to count.
FILL: Kneel 9/11
(Anonymous) 2015-07-23 04:11 am (UTC)(link)“Sorry,” he muttered, starting to pull away.
“You’re fine.” Foggy didn’t stop petting him. “Feeling okay?”
Matt let himself lean into his touch and nodded against Foggy’s thigh.
“Good boy,” Foggy murmured, his hands gentle. “We can stay here as long as you need.”
That, of all things, snapped Matt out of it, and he struggled to his feet. “No, I’m fine,” he said automatically. “I don’t need it.”
Foggy didn’t stand. “Matt, aftercare is an important part of submission. If you’re going to submit to me, then you’re going to accept me taking care of you afterwards. If you don’t need aftercare, that’s fine, but right now you don’t know that for sure.”
Matt didn’t move.
“Don’t make me order you, darling,” Foggy said softly.
Matt’s hands tightened at his sides. “I appreciate the offer,” he said, “but it’s not necessary.”
His cane was still leaning against the wall by the door, and he grabbed it quickly on the way out, despite his desire to run and leave it behind.
Foggy didn’t follow him.
Re: FILL: Kneel 9/11
(Anonymous) 2015-07-23 09:44 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kneel 9/11
(Anonymous) 2015-07-23 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Kneel 10/11
(Anonymous) 2015-07-24 04:27 am (UTC)(link)Instead, he wrapped himself in a blanket and listened to the buzzing of the billboard. He tried to pretend that the echo of his heartbeat was someone else’s, but that only made him feel more lonely.
The end of the second day, he returned to the clinic. A quiet person sitting behind the desk stood up when he entered.
“Can I help you?” they asked.
“Um- Foggy,” he muttered.Then he cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m looking for Foggy Nelson.”
“He’s not in right now, but I’ll give him a call.” He could hear their hand move towards the phone, and the thought of Foggy being called away from his personal life- from a family, or a date, or a night in- that was too much to handle.
“No, it’s fine,” he said suddenly. “I’m- I just wanted to say hi. I can wait.”
“Subdrop, right?” the person asked.
“What?”
They stepped out from around the desk. “It’s fine, we get this a lot. And we always take walk-in appointments, even outside of hours. If Foggy isn’t available, we’ll find someone else…” Matt shook his head “or you can stay here until he does come in, but he’s on call tonight. It should be fine.”
“Really, he doesn’t need to come in for this,” Matt insisted.
Instead of answering, they reached into a drawer in the desk and pulled out a bag of chocolates. “Eat three of these,” they said. “And I’ll call Foggy. If he doesn’t answer by the time you’ve finished, and if you still want to go, then go ahead, and we’ll schedule a time for you to come in tomorrow. Does that sound fair?”
Matt took three pieces of chocolate. He took his time eating them, out of fairness, and was halfway through the second one when the receptionist hung up the phone with a smile.
“He’s on his way,” they said. “In the meantime, he wants you to finish your chocolate and take a blanket. Do you want to wait out here, or would you rather go into one of the private rooms?”
The idea of people watching him, of standing by the entrance and feeling their eyes on him, made him want to shiver. But the idea of Foggy coming in, stopping to talk to the receptionist, getting waylaid somewhere and the long slow minutes before Matt could hear his heartbeat in the same room, that was even worse.
“I’m fine here,” he said.
He could hear a car in the parking lot, sliding in far too fast. The door slammed and it wasn’t locked behind him. Foggy’s footsteps were rushed and his breathing strained, but his heartbeat went steady when he saw Matt.
“Thanks for looking out for him,” Foggy said to the receptionist, but it didn’t seem to require a response. He knelt down next to Matt and put a hand on his arm.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Matt nodded automatically.
“Hey, darling,” Foggy said quietly. “Don’t lie to me, okay? We’re going to go in the back, somewhere private, and then you can tell me the truth, okay?”
He was waiting for something, so Matt nodded again.
“Good boy. Come on now, on your feet.”
Foggy helped him up, guiding him with a hand on his arm, and Matt’s hands gripping his cane uselessly. Matt’s senses were already overloaded, and he couldn’t tell anything except that the room was soft and quiet and Foggy was there.
Foggy guided him to a soft, plush couch and made him sit, wrapping his arms around him and holding him close. His heartbeat was strong, and he smelled vaguely of cinnamon.
“‘M sorry about this,” Matt muttered.
“Don’t be,” Foggy said immediately. “You tried to prove yourself, and it backfired. That’s not your fault. You did the right thing coming back to me. You’re going to be alright, okay darling? Just trust me.”
So Matt did.
FILL: Kneel 11/11 EPILOGUE
(Anonymous) 2015-07-24 04:28 am (UTC)(link)Matt’s throat is dry. Somehow it feels like Foggy is asking him something bigger than the moment, something he’s been asking all along.
He had asked if he had a choice, early on. And Foggy hadn’t answered him, never gave him the answers he was looking for.
Matt kneels.
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(Anonymous) 2015-07-24 04:26 am (UTC)(link)Oh my god, yes, please do. I would LITERALLY DIE. Literally.
Re: FILL: Kneel 7/?
(Anonymous) 2015-07-24 04:36 am (UTC)(link)http://36.media.tumblr.com/98b73db5c7e9d4e8393a08a0ed8b2c75/tumblr_nrxl7tegGa1su04ofo1_1280.jpg
8D? SORRY I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE SETTING IS I am bad at visualizing so it is like, vague concrete I CAN FIX THIS THO
Re: FILL: Kneel 7/?
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