Fic: Back & Forth (Sergio/Iker)
TITLE: Back and Forth (Patience & Control #2)
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Iker continues Sergio's training by taking him to a BDSM club, neither of them are expecting to see Mesut there. Part 2 of the Patience & Control series.
FANDOM: Football (Sergio Ramos/Iker Casillas/Mesut Ozil)
STATUS: In Progress - (2/?)
WARNING: Light kink (bondage/domination)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: This story takes place in the same universe as Patience & Control. It can be treated as a stand alone, but the first sets the tone of Iker's role as a dom and Sergio's as a somewhat awful sub. This is Part 2 of the Patience & Control series. You can find part one HERE.
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PART ONE
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PART TWO
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To say that he was surprised was an understatement.
Sergio glanced over his shoulder, very aware that there was a female receptionist behind the front counter and a couple talking quietly in the corner of the foyer. "Um…"
"Sergio." Iker's voice was dripping with patience. His tone said quite clearly that he was more than happy to stand there waiting all night. "Take off your clothes." he repeated. "Now."
Sergio hesitated. If he was completely honest, he still wasn't too sure that he was ready to embrace the more submissive side of his personality. But playing around and exploring it behind closed doors was one thing. Taking orders out in public… completely different.
Clearly seeing and noticing his reluctance, Iker stepped forward and lowered his voice. "What have we been talking about over the past week?"
What hadn't they been talking about? Sergio wracked his brains before murmuring, "Trust."
Iker nodded. "Trust in what?"
Sergio let out a shaky breath. "In you. To look after me and to know what I need."
"Good." Iker reached out and ran his thumb along Sergio's lower lip. "You also need to trust that I know when to push your boundaries." He paused, fingers lightly brushing over Sergio's face. "But, you do have a ticket out - what are your safe words?"
Sergio fought the urge to lean into Iker's hands. This was the hardest part - resisting the urge to touch, to caress, to grab. According to Iker, it wasn't his role as a sub to decide when they could touch. It was Iker's role and Iker's alone to take whatever he wanted and use whatever he pleased. The mere thought had chills racing down Sergio's spine. "Red to stop, Yellow to take a break."
"Are you going to use them, right now?"
Sergio shook his head.
"Good." Iker dropped his hand and stepped back, "then, take off your clothes."
It was curiosity more than anything else that got Sergio moving. It was what lay beyond that heavy wooden door at the end of the foyer. How could any club demand such a thorough screening process and astronomical member fee? How could any club operate at such a level of exclusivity that new members had to be recruited by existing members. According to Iker this was the most famous BDSM club in Madrid. According to the internet and the phone book, this club didn't even exist. For all Sergio knew, Santa's workshop could be on the other side of that door… well, a kinkier version, anyway.
Ripping his thoughts away from that elusive door, Sergio started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Sergio had learnt that Iker was very particular about the way he should undress. After his first successful evening cuffed to his bed, Sergio had returned to Iker's several nights later extremely keen for a repeat. His hurried efforts to be naked had Iker ordering him to stop.
"When you step through that door, you are mine, you are my possession to be used as I please. I look after my possessions and that includes your clothes. Undress slowly, fold your clothes neatly and place them on the chair in the corner."
It was a lesson. Perhaps it could even be considered training, but Sergio followed it, easing his jacket over his shoulders and folding it neatly before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His shoes, socks and belt followed. Sergio continued to undress until he stood naked aside for his tight black jeans.
Iker nodded. "Leave those on." He took the pile of clothes to the desk and exchanged it for a small yellow tag. "Show me your cuffs."
Sergio held out his hands. He had to admit, he loved the cuffs, he had been eyeing them off for a couple of sessions before Iker presented him with a pair of his own.
Iker clipped the yellow tag to Sergio's left cuff. "Are you ready?"
Sergio nodded, "yes."
"Good. Do you remember the rules?"
"Don't make eye contact with any of the Dom's and don't speak unless they ask me a question." Sergio hesitated, "Is there any others I should be aware of?"
Iker smiled. "Yes, lots of them. But that's the most important for now. The rest you'll learn with time and training." He lifted a sly eyebrow. "Unless I scare you off."
Sergio crossed his arms over his naked chest. "Is that a challenge?"
Iker reached out and shoved the heavy door open with a smirk. "Definitely."
*
It wasn't what he was expecting. At the back of his mind, Sergio had been expecting a dungeon with creepy stone walls and chains hanging from the ceiling. But Black Shadows was just like any other club. The doors opened into a huge circular room with a bar right in the middle. All around the bar stood circular tables and beyond those tables, booths were set deep into the walls.
Whilst the decor could have belonged to any other well known club, the guests were more than a little different. Sergio tried not to look and definitely tried not to stare as he followed Iker across the room. But it was so difficult. There was just so many people. Men with men. Men with women. Woman with woman. Some of them were standing, some were sitting, some were kneeling at their Master's feet. Almost everyone was clothed in black leather in some shape style and form, but many were practically naked aside from harnesses or sparkly jewels.
It wasn't the strange clothes or kneeling subs that had Sergio staring. It was the sex! Sergio had never considered himself much of a voyeur, but he literally couldn't look away when he noticed a sub on his knees giving his master a blow job at one of the tables. At another, a dom had his female sub on his lap, her knees were spread wide and the whole world could see his fingers lazily circle her clit. Some subs had their wrists shackled, others wore collars and any other form of bondage. Anything and everything seemed to be not only allowed, but encouraged.
"This is the main area," Iker said as they walked. "It's where members can meet and talk. To the right is the dance floor, to the left are the viewing platforms and stages, thats where most of the play happens. Upstairs is another bar and and all the private rooms are up there too."
"I think I'm overdressed," Sergio breathed, keeping close to Iker's heel.
Iker smiled. "BDSM clubs are sort of like family reunions. Every Dom wants to show off his sub."
"Iker! Fancy seeing you here."
Iker stopped and Sergio froze so he wouldn't run into him. He kept his eyes resolutely on Iker's shoulder. It was amazing how difficult it was to keep his eyes down. His entire body was screaming at him to look up and see who was standing in front of them. But Iker only had a few rules and one of them was to keep quiet and not make eye contact. How hard could it be?
"Andres!" Iker exclaimed, his voice genuinely happy and surprised. "Good to see you."
"And you, I haven't seen you here in ages. Is this your sub?"
"It is. This is Sergio. It's his first time tonight, he's just started his training."
"He is stunning. Does he behave?"
It was rather odd. Because on the one hand, Sergio felt ridiculous standing there while they both talked about him. But on the other hand, he felt like standing up a little straighter and preening under all the attention. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that he didn't know the correct way to stand or if there even was a proper way to stand.
*
Iker had to give him credit, he was doing very well. Iker could almost feel Sergio's body vibrating with the need to look up, smile, and exchange pleasantries with Andres, but instead he managed to stand tall with his eyes lowered respectfully. Iker was proud of him.
"He does behave, he's doing very well." Iker reached out and traced his fingers along Sergio's spine in silent praise. "Who are you here with tonight, Andres?"
"Ah," Andres smiled. "I'm actually hoping to pick up someone for the evening."
"Do you have anyone in mind?" Iker asked, slipping his fingers into the band of Sergio's jeans and stroking the soft skin there absentmindedly.
Andres stepped close and pointed across the room. "Do you see the sub in the corner? Kneeling on the matts, black hair?"
Iker saw him. Not only did he see him. He recognised him. Iker gripped Sergio's waist. "I see him."
"He's a new member but came high recommended. They say that his training is the best anyone has ever seen. His reputation is incredible."
Iker smiled. "What's his name?"
"Mesut Ozil."
Sergio's head snapped up, eyes flying to Iker's face to see where he was looking before spinning his gaze across the room.
Andres must have caught Sergio's reaction. "Do you know him?" he asked Iker.
Iker shook his head. "No."
Andres looked back across the room smiling softly. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, but I think I'll have a drink before I go visit our newest sub."
The second he was gone, Sergio was looking at Iker confused. "Why did you say you didn't know him?"
"Because if Mesut's training is as good as everyone says, then we don't know him. Not like this, not in this environment."
"I don't understand."
Iker glanced across the room at Mesut. "Look at him." Iker waited until Sergio was looking before he continued. "He's not a football player right now. If you walked over there and started talking about a game with him then it would completely ruin his headspace. A lot of well trained subs take the time to let go of everyday life before they come here. He's a sub right now, not a midfielder."
Sergio fidgeted with the button of his jeans. "It just feels so wrong to see him and not go over and say hello. The exchange of formalities here is so bizarre."
Iker considered Mesut carefully. A plan forming in mind. "If I bring Mesut over here I need you to be careful with him."
Sergio blinked. "Wait, what?"
But Iker was already moving, dragging Sergio over to one of the empty tables and pushing him down onto one of the chairs.
"I…" Sergio looked around. "Are you sure this is okay?"
Iker smiled, all around them sub's were kneeling. Iker knew that Sergio noticed and felt awkward about it. "You're fine. A dom decides where his sub will sit." In a couple of quick movements, Iker connected Sergio's cuffs to the back of the chair. "Stay here, keep quiet and keep your eyes down. Understand?"
Sergio nodded, eyes flicking across the room to Mesut. "He looks kind of vulnerable over there, doesn't he?"
Iker pressed his lips to Sergio's, kissing him for several minutes before pulling back and smirking. "if you didn't like getting tied up so much, I'd say you were a dom."
Sergio chuckled. "Go get him."
"You want to play with him?" Iker suggested teasingly.
"Fuck yes."
*
To be continued...
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Iker continues Sergio's training by taking him to a BDSM club, neither of them are expecting to see Mesut there. Part 2 of the Patience & Control series.
FANDOM: Football (Sergio Ramos/Iker Casillas/Mesut Ozil)
STATUS: In Progress - (2/?)
WARNING: Light kink (bondage/domination)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest darkest corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: This story takes place in the same universe as Patience & Control. It can be treated as a stand alone, but the first sets the tone of Iker's role as a dom and Sergio's as a somewhat awful sub. This is Part 2 of the Patience & Control series. You can find part one HERE.
***
PART ONE
***
PART TWO
***
To say that he was surprised was an understatement.
Sergio glanced over his shoulder, very aware that there was a female receptionist behind the front counter and a couple talking quietly in the corner of the foyer. "Um…"
"Sergio." Iker's voice was dripping with patience. His tone said quite clearly that he was more than happy to stand there waiting all night. "Take off your clothes." he repeated. "Now."
Sergio hesitated. If he was completely honest, he still wasn't too sure that he was ready to embrace the more submissive side of his personality. But playing around and exploring it behind closed doors was one thing. Taking orders out in public… completely different.
Clearly seeing and noticing his reluctance, Iker stepped forward and lowered his voice. "What have we been talking about over the past week?"
What hadn't they been talking about? Sergio wracked his brains before murmuring, "Trust."
Iker nodded. "Trust in what?"
Sergio let out a shaky breath. "In you. To look after me and to know what I need."
"Good." Iker reached out and ran his thumb along Sergio's lower lip. "You also need to trust that I know when to push your boundaries." He paused, fingers lightly brushing over Sergio's face. "But, you do have a ticket out - what are your safe words?"
Sergio fought the urge to lean into Iker's hands. This was the hardest part - resisting the urge to touch, to caress, to grab. According to Iker, it wasn't his role as a sub to decide when they could touch. It was Iker's role and Iker's alone to take whatever he wanted and use whatever he pleased. The mere thought had chills racing down Sergio's spine. "Red to stop, Yellow to take a break."
"Are you going to use them, right now?"
Sergio shook his head.
"Good." Iker dropped his hand and stepped back, "then, take off your clothes."
It was curiosity more than anything else that got Sergio moving. It was what lay beyond that heavy wooden door at the end of the foyer. How could any club demand such a thorough screening process and astronomical member fee? How could any club operate at such a level of exclusivity that new members had to be recruited by existing members. According to Iker this was the most famous BDSM club in Madrid. According to the internet and the phone book, this club didn't even exist. For all Sergio knew, Santa's workshop could be on the other side of that door… well, a kinkier version, anyway.
Ripping his thoughts away from that elusive door, Sergio started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. Sergio had learnt that Iker was very particular about the way he should undress. After his first successful evening cuffed to his bed, Sergio had returned to Iker's several nights later extremely keen for a repeat. His hurried efforts to be naked had Iker ordering him to stop.
"When you step through that door, you are mine, you are my possession to be used as I please. I look after my possessions and that includes your clothes. Undress slowly, fold your clothes neatly and place them on the chair in the corner."
It was a lesson. Perhaps it could even be considered training, but Sergio followed it, easing his jacket over his shoulders and folding it neatly before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His shoes, socks and belt followed. Sergio continued to undress until he stood naked aside for his tight black jeans.
Iker nodded. "Leave those on." He took the pile of clothes to the desk and exchanged it for a small yellow tag. "Show me your cuffs."
Sergio held out his hands. He had to admit, he loved the cuffs, he had been eyeing them off for a couple of sessions before Iker presented him with a pair of his own.
Iker clipped the yellow tag to Sergio's left cuff. "Are you ready?"
Sergio nodded, "yes."
"Good. Do you remember the rules?"
"Don't make eye contact with any of the Dom's and don't speak unless they ask me a question." Sergio hesitated, "Is there any others I should be aware of?"
Iker smiled. "Yes, lots of them. But that's the most important for now. The rest you'll learn with time and training." He lifted a sly eyebrow. "Unless I scare you off."
Sergio crossed his arms over his naked chest. "Is that a challenge?"
Iker reached out and shoved the heavy door open with a smirk. "Definitely."
*
It wasn't what he was expecting. At the back of his mind, Sergio had been expecting a dungeon with creepy stone walls and chains hanging from the ceiling. But Black Shadows was just like any other club. The doors opened into a huge circular room with a bar right in the middle. All around the bar stood circular tables and beyond those tables, booths were set deep into the walls.
Whilst the decor could have belonged to any other well known club, the guests were more than a little different. Sergio tried not to look and definitely tried not to stare as he followed Iker across the room. But it was so difficult. There was just so many people. Men with men. Men with women. Woman with woman. Some of them were standing, some were sitting, some were kneeling at their Master's feet. Almost everyone was clothed in black leather in some shape style and form, but many were practically naked aside from harnesses or sparkly jewels.
It wasn't the strange clothes or kneeling subs that had Sergio staring. It was the sex! Sergio had never considered himself much of a voyeur, but he literally couldn't look away when he noticed a sub on his knees giving his master a blow job at one of the tables. At another, a dom had his female sub on his lap, her knees were spread wide and the whole world could see his fingers lazily circle her clit. Some subs had their wrists shackled, others wore collars and any other form of bondage. Anything and everything seemed to be not only allowed, but encouraged.
"This is the main area," Iker said as they walked. "It's where members can meet and talk. To the right is the dance floor, to the left are the viewing platforms and stages, thats where most of the play happens. Upstairs is another bar and and all the private rooms are up there too."
"I think I'm overdressed," Sergio breathed, keeping close to Iker's heel.
Iker smiled. "BDSM clubs are sort of like family reunions. Every Dom wants to show off his sub."
"Iker! Fancy seeing you here."
Iker stopped and Sergio froze so he wouldn't run into him. He kept his eyes resolutely on Iker's shoulder. It was amazing how difficult it was to keep his eyes down. His entire body was screaming at him to look up and see who was standing in front of them. But Iker only had a few rules and one of them was to keep quiet and not make eye contact. How hard could it be?
"Andres!" Iker exclaimed, his voice genuinely happy and surprised. "Good to see you."
"And you, I haven't seen you here in ages. Is this your sub?"
"It is. This is Sergio. It's his first time tonight, he's just started his training."
"He is stunning. Does he behave?"
It was rather odd. Because on the one hand, Sergio felt ridiculous standing there while they both talked about him. But on the other hand, he felt like standing up a little straighter and preening under all the attention. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that he didn't know the correct way to stand or if there even was a proper way to stand.
*
Iker had to give him credit, he was doing very well. Iker could almost feel Sergio's body vibrating with the need to look up, smile, and exchange pleasantries with Andres, but instead he managed to stand tall with his eyes lowered respectfully. Iker was proud of him.
"He does behave, he's doing very well." Iker reached out and traced his fingers along Sergio's spine in silent praise. "Who are you here with tonight, Andres?"
"Ah," Andres smiled. "I'm actually hoping to pick up someone for the evening."
"Do you have anyone in mind?" Iker asked, slipping his fingers into the band of Sergio's jeans and stroking the soft skin there absentmindedly.
Andres stepped close and pointed across the room. "Do you see the sub in the corner? Kneeling on the matts, black hair?"
Iker saw him. Not only did he see him. He recognised him. Iker gripped Sergio's waist. "I see him."
"He's a new member but came high recommended. They say that his training is the best anyone has ever seen. His reputation is incredible."
Iker smiled. "What's his name?"
"Mesut Ozil."
Sergio's head snapped up, eyes flying to Iker's face to see where he was looking before spinning his gaze across the room.
Andres must have caught Sergio's reaction. "Do you know him?" he asked Iker.
Iker shook his head. "No."
Andres looked back across the room smiling softly. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, but I think I'll have a drink before I go visit our newest sub."
The second he was gone, Sergio was looking at Iker confused. "Why did you say you didn't know him?"
"Because if Mesut's training is as good as everyone says, then we don't know him. Not like this, not in this environment."
"I don't understand."
Iker glanced across the room at Mesut. "Look at him." Iker waited until Sergio was looking before he continued. "He's not a football player right now. If you walked over there and started talking about a game with him then it would completely ruin his headspace. A lot of well trained subs take the time to let go of everyday life before they come here. He's a sub right now, not a midfielder."
Sergio fidgeted with the button of his jeans. "It just feels so wrong to see him and not go over and say hello. The exchange of formalities here is so bizarre."
Iker considered Mesut carefully. A plan forming in mind. "If I bring Mesut over here I need you to be careful with him."
Sergio blinked. "Wait, what?"
But Iker was already moving, dragging Sergio over to one of the empty tables and pushing him down onto one of the chairs.
"I…" Sergio looked around. "Are you sure this is okay?"
Iker smiled, all around them sub's were kneeling. Iker knew that Sergio noticed and felt awkward about it. "You're fine. A dom decides where his sub will sit." In a couple of quick movements, Iker connected Sergio's cuffs to the back of the chair. "Stay here, keep quiet and keep your eyes down. Understand?"
Sergio nodded, eyes flicking across the room to Mesut. "He looks kind of vulnerable over there, doesn't he?"
Iker pressed his lips to Sergio's, kissing him for several minutes before pulling back and smirking. "if you didn't like getting tied up so much, I'd say you were a dom."
Sergio chuckled. "Go get him."
"You want to play with him?" Iker suggested teasingly.
"Fuck yes."
*
To be continued...