Torn

by T. N. King

  “Please more,” he begged his voice trembling with need. “More mistress, I deserve more punishment.

  “Yes you do,” she purred coolly.

  Liam felt a colt bolt of electricity spark in his groin. In a strange way, they were both enjoying this.

  Wham. Wham.

  Caroline spanked Liam twice this time and even harder than before.

  Liam’s ass burned with pain. “More, mistress, more,” he almost screamed with desire. Liam felt himself growing hard.

  Wham. Wham. Wham.

  “Please mistress more.” Liam moaned.

  Wham. Wham, wham, wham.

  Liam howled in pain. He howled again realizing all the things that had been building up in him. Hot tears streamed down his face. The stress and pressure that he was feeling trying to live up to everyone’s expectations. The pressure of getting good grades. The pressure of pleasing Caroline. He screamed releasing all the pressure.

  He heard Caroline throw her paddle into the corner of the room. She was panting breathing heavily. It seemed that they were both turned on by the interaction. There were several moments of silence as the both calmed down.

  “You are not allowed to go to prom with Nicki or any young woman. I forbid it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes mistress,” Liam whispered into the floor.

  * * * *

  Liam felt eyes on him. He didn’t need to turn around to know that people were whispering about him behind his back. He was use to people talking about him, but it was usually for some kind of trouble that he was in. This time felt different to Liam. This time the whispers actually bothered him; they weren’t something that he could just shut out because this time he was trying to accomplish something. He was trying out for the football team.

  A large broad man with a clipboard and whistle around his next strode onto the field.

  Liam felt the energy of everyone around him turn still and focused. He took him in as he stood directly in front of the group of eager teenage boys.

  The man was wearing a crisp blue polo tucked neatly into pressed kakis. His look was clean, stream line, and professional. Even in his movements, there was purpose and thought. “Welcome to this year’s E.B. High school football try-outs. My name is Coach Hutchins, and it is so nice to see both familiar faces and new face coming out this year for the team.” Coach Hutchins smiled at the team and then looked at his clipboard. “Now we only 5 spots on the team this year and over 30 guys trying out.”

  A nervous whisper went through the group of guys.

  “Now, I can see you guys are worried. Don’t let your fear distract you from doing the best job possible. Let me tell you what I’m looking for at these try-outs. Strength, endurance, and skill. But I’m also looking for heart. To be truly great at anything, you have to make sacrifices. I’m looking for players who are willing to put it all out the field and don’t hold back.”

  Liam couldn’t help but respect Coach Hutchins. Even if he didn’t really want to be here and resented Caroline for making come to these stupid try-outs, he found that there was something magnetic about Coach Hutchins that he was drawn to. He liked how straight forward he was. He liked how Coach Hutchins didn’t beat around the bush or sugar coat anything. Something in his speech resonated with Liam. He looked around and saw that the other guys on the field were feeling the same way. They admired the coach and wanted to do him proud.

  “Ok, let’s do some warms ups, then will do some drills, and end the day off with some scrimmages.” He blew his whistle twice and the guys lined up to start with sprints.

  * * *

  “What are you doing man? The drill is a tossplay. You’re not supposed to pass it to the wide receiver. You’re supposed to pass it to me, the running back!” Some guy named Evan was yelling at Liam again.

  Liam calmly watched Evan as he’s angrily waved his arms towards him. Liam’s patience was waning. This was the third time another guy at try-outs had yelled at him. He understood that the pressure for these guys was high and to some of them it was really important to make the team, but that didn’t mean they needed to lash out at him.

  “Listen junkie, mess up one more time like that and I’m going to mess you up.”

  Liam glared at Evan. Who did this asshole think he was? He scoffed at him, he could knock this guy out with one punch. The only thing that was stopping him was the small figure sitting up in the corner of the bleachers.

  Shortly after warm ups had began, he’d seen Caroline walk up into the stands with her briefcase. He also thought he saw her and Coach Hutchins exchange a nod to each other. She’d been there for the whole practice, seemingly taking notes on a legal pad, but he knew she was watching him, making sure he didn’t leave the try-outs.

  “Don’t fuck it up again,” was Evans closing remark to Liam.

  Liam looked down at his hand that was – unsurprisingly – balled into a fist and then he looked up to the stands.

  Caroline was staring directly at him.

  He exhaled and then turned away from this dumbass Evan kid.

  Coach Hutchins blew his whistle and motioned for the players to huddle in.

  Liam couldn’t help but notice the guys on the team managed to somehow exclude him from the huddle.

  “Stone get in here.” Coach Hutchins made some room next to himself and gestured to Liam to fill in the space.

  Liam begrudgingly made his way over to the coach’s side. He didn’t love the idea of being singled out.

  “Alright, guys here are your scrimmaging teams.”

  Liam knew that lady luck had never favored him, but it was confirmed when Coach Hutchison put him as the middle linebacker in scrimmage team that just so happened to be facing against an offense where Evan was the QB.

  The two scrimmage teams lined up on either side of the 50 yard line across from each other. Liam found himself directly in line with Evan.

  Evan turned to his team and they formed a loose huddle around him.

  Liam couldn’t help but overhear Evan as he loudly jeered, “No worries here guys. Stonehead over there is probably high out of his mind. He’ll let us right through because he’s probably too distracted by all the clouds.”

  Everyone on Evan’s team laughed and glanced over at Liam.

  Anger coiled within the pit of Liam’s stomach like a hungry snake.

  Coach Hutchins blew his whistle and the teams lined up evenly across the 50 yard line again.

  Liam locked eyes with Evan who was looking directly at him with a sly grin plastered across his face. Liam felt anger rising up in him like boiling water. What was this guy’s problem? Why did he feel like he had to single me out – was it to makes himself feel better and more secure? He’d done nothing to this guy and here he was trying to tear him down right and left. Liam had enough. He was already pushed around in high school he wasn’t going to be pushed around here as well. He was gonna fight back, hard. He tried Caroline’s way of being nice. Now he was going to try his way.

  “Red 24! Red 24! Hut, hut. Hike.” Liam watched as the ball was spiked into Evan’s hands. Liam crashed into the boy in front of him easily tossing him aside like he was a piece of crumpled up paper. In his mind, he counted down to seven seconds as he headed full speed towards Evan. He ran right for Evans knees and sacked him effortlessly. He watched as all the air was knocked out of Evan.

  Liam immediately felt himself go on the defensive. He’d let his anger get the better of him and then this happened. Liam heard Coach Hutchins blew the whistle. Liam saw his scrimmage teammates look at him and then…they cheered. He was taken aback as all of his teammates came up and patted him on the back and gently butted his helmet in approval.

  Coach Hutchinson ran on the field to help Evan up then crossed to Liam and said in a low voice, “Damn good sack Liam. Keep up the good hustle.”

  Liam looked up at Caroline in the stands. He saw her watching him. It look like she nodded at him with approval, but it was hard for him to tell at this distance. A sudden
thought illuminated in his mind. Caroline wasn’t trying to extinguish Liam’s anger. She was trying to harness and put it to use. On the football field, Liam’s anger wasn’t seen as anger it was seen as hustle, drive. He was applauded for it. For the first time in a very long time, Liam felt like he belonged. Just a little bit. He looked back up in the stands at Caroline and nodded back.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Liam knocked on the door and waited. He gazed around at the empty suburban street – the manicured lawns, the neatly sided houses, and the warm bright lampposts decorating the streets. He looked down at his hands they were rough and dirty, but they were also clutching a brand new football jersey. He smoothed out the wrinkle he had already created from clutching the jersey too tightly and laid out the fabric gently his arm. With his forefinger, he delicately traced the shiny white number 12 on the back, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

  The front door popped open abruptly. Caroline was standing there wearing a long black silk robe. Her raven black hair was pulled up into a high pony tail. The hint of a smile crossed her lips as she caught Liam in the act of lovingly fondling his new football jersey. “Come in Liam.” And as soon as she appeared at the door, Caroline disappeared.

  Liam walked into her house. It was as he remembered it. Spartan in its minimalist furnishings, yet comfortable. Her front door opened up to spacious living room. Her floors were a beautiful dark stained oak. Against the wall was a low-to-the-ground, modern, white couch. In front of it was a long, glass coffee table with a white orchid placed in the middle of it. In Liam’s mind, everything in Caroline’s house was like a booby trap. Everything was just waiting for him to crack it, break it, or stain it.

  “Please sit down.” Caroline gestured to her immaculate white couch.

  Liam, who knew that his pants weren’t clean in the slightest, hesitated.

  Caroline sensed his apprehension. “I’m not so delicate that I’ll get mad if you stain my couch. You know me better than that. I, above all else, prefer that my guests are comfortable.”

  Liam nodded to this. He sat on one end of the sofa, as Caroline sat on the other end. He watched as her slick silk robe buckled in the changing of her body’s position. The slit in the front revealed more of her smooth, pale, and toned leg. Liam felt his mind wander to how easy it would be to slip off that robe. It then wandered to what Caroline would look like naked underneath.

  “It looks like congratulations are in order. You made the team. I’m not surprised though. You’ve got all the makings of a great player.”

  Liam’s attention shifted from Caroline’s thighs to her eyes. She’d probably known where his thoughts had gone and redirected them, artfully. It felt like Caroline could read him like a book sometimes. She always seemed to know exactly where Liam’s mind would go before he did. Her ability to do this was simultaneously terrifying and yet also, a relief. It felt good to be completely understood by a person. And especially good to be understood by Caroline, since it never felt like she would ever judge Liam’s thoughts either. Whenever hiss thoughts would go astray, like they did right now, she would gently just nudge them back to where they should go.

  “I saw you in the stands, babysitting me,” Liam said with a smirk.

  Caroline raised one of her perfectly manicured brows.

  “It was a good thing,” Liam reassured her, “I was about to punch this prick Evan in the face, but held back because you were up in the stands.”

  Caroline listening intently. Hanging on his every word. Her eyes flicked down to Liam’s hands.

  He was unconsciously smoothing the jersey again across his lap.

  “Well, I’m glad that you redirected and channeled your anger into that great sack.”

  “Yeah, you left shortly after that, so I guess I just wanted to come by to say that, I made the team.” He stood up after he said this. He felt like he should go. He didn’t want to intrude on Caroline and her perfect world any longer than necessary for fear of messing it up. He took a backwards step towards the front door.

  “Leaving already Liam?” Caroline said without even bothering to stand up.

  “Yeah, I um…have to—”

  “Don't you want your reward?” Caroline interrupted his lame excuse to leave.

  Liam watched incredulously as Caroline slowly stood.

  Her delicate hands reached for the sash of her black silk robe and slowly untying it.

  He felt an ache of desire deep in his gut. His cheeks became flush with excitement as he watched the black silk fabric of Caroline’s robe cascade over the curves of her body and finally drop, pooling at her feet on the floor. Liam felt himself grow hard as he drank in the lush curves of her body.

  She was flawless from her perfectly shaped perky breasts to her soft fleshy pink nipples, to her smooth toned abs and lush round behind.

  Liam felt his breath catch in his throat. He wanted to reach out and grab her, hold her stroke her, sink himself deep inside of her, make her moan with pleasure, but instead he found himself frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

  “If you want your reward submissive, then listen to your mistress and go down to the lesson room and disrobe.” Caroline lifted her arm and pointed.

  His gaze followed Caroline’s smooth bare arm to the door of her house that he was very familiar with. The basement door.

  * * *

  Liam sat in “resting position” which was defined for him as sitting crossed legged on the ground, eyes down, head down, and completely naked except for a leather collar around his neck. He was instructed to always wait for his mistress sitting in front of the red leather day bed in the corner of the basement.

  He’d had 3 lesson sessions with Caroline by now and Liam felt confident that he knew all the rules: Always look straight ahead. Never speak unless spoken to. Never stifle a moan. Always refer to Caroline as his “mistress.” Never touch his mistress, unless he was ordered to.

  He definitely felt strange at first with these new rituals and rules, but there was something freeing about his time spent as a sub. For a couple hours each week, he didn’t have to be in charge of his actions. For those few hours in Caroline’s basement, she was in charge of telling him what was right and what was wrong. What to do and what not to do. Liam liked that when he made a mistake he was punished for it fairly and when he did something right he was rewarded for it. The rules, though extensive, made sense and were simple. Everything was fair here, unlike in the real world.

  Although, somewhere in the back of his mind lurked a fear, that his relationship with her wouldn’t last forever. That he would find a way to mess it up, and that the perfect balance that had been struck would somehow unravel.

  The whirring thoughts in Liam’s mind were silenced when he heard the door at the top of the stairs creak open. Liam heard the click, click, click of Caroline’s black stilettos as they walked down the stairs. He’d resist every urge in his body to look up towards the top of the stairs. He thought of Caroline’s flawless nude body and shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. He listened as her steps grew nearer to him.

  “Get on the bed. Lie on your back. Spread out your arms and legs. And don’t move. Just receive.” Her voice was emotionless and it cut through the silence of the room.

  Liam got up immediately and with his head looking towards the ground, he crawled up onto the bed. The cool red leather made his skin tighten as he laid down across it. He spread his legs and arms and took a deep breath as he looked straight up at the ceiling. He took in a stifled breath. He was a little nervous. He always was during the sessions. He felt very vulnerable, naked and spread out like this. He had nowhere to hide.

  Liam heard Caroline’s heels click quickly to the side of the basement, soon enough he felt his feet and wrists being tied tightly to the bed.

  “You’re going to be rewarded with intense pleasure and I am taking extra measures to make sure that you can do nothing to stop me as I reward you,” Caroline purred into his ear as she climbed onto the large re
d leather bed.

  Liam, curious about how tight Caroline tied his bindings pushed slightly up with his wrists to see if they provided any slack what so ever. But Liam found he couldn’t even move them a millimeter. A flash of fear and excitement swept through his heart. He truly was vulnerable and exposed in this moment. He felt as Caroline straddled his hips, she was kneeling looking down at him. Every fiber of his body wished that he could look at her, but he knew it would be breaking one of her rules.

  “Look at me Liam.”

  His eyes instantly went to Caroline’s. His instincts had been right. There she was, up on her knees straddling him, completely naked except a partial black leather corset synching her waist. He felt his stomach flip. As always, everything about Caroline was perfect. Her smooth toned thighs were the color of milk. The elegant curve of her collarbone, her sharp jawline. Her full blushing lips. Her round, firm breasts. Her well groomed pussy. He felt desire prickle across his skin. His cock stiffened. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted her sweet smelling flesh up against his own. He wanted to make her come, to scream out in pleasure. He had an urge, a wicked desire to see her lose control. He was curious. He wanted to see her completely vulnerable. He knew these thoughts were bad thoughts for a sub to be thinking. He knew he was undeserving of Caroline in every way, but it only made him want her more.

  “I want you hard for me,” she ordered as she wrapped her cool longer finger around his cock.

  Liam’s shaft was already fully hard, but after Caroline’s touch, he felt he was moments from spilling himself everywhere. A moan of pleasure escaped from his lips.

  “Good boy Liam,” she purred as she began slowly moving her hands torturously up and down his cock.

  Liam’s body shuddered with satisfaction. Her slow sensual moments were driving him crazy. He had to have more. She was driving him mad. His body took over and his hips began bucking grinding himself against her hands. No sooner did he move than he felt Caroline spring off the bed and the leather flogger hit his chest.