Fiction: The Leash Laws

[kethni]

Name: The Leash Laws

Pairing: Matt/Peter

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Domination and Submission

Word Count: 2089

Authors Note: With thanks to jaune_chat for the prompt ‘Matt is an expert trainer. Peter is being taught how to be kept on a short leash for a potential owner. But Peter is so eager to please... ;D’



The club is a little quiet on Wednesday nights. Peter tends to visit on a weekend and the atmosphere is completely different. Instead of the frenzy of people crammed collar to cuff pounding to screaming music, there is instead light jazz playing and small groups of people sat talking casually at tables. Far from being among peers he finds himself the youngest person there by several years.

Peter takes a deep breath as he walks over to the bar. He leans on the slick ebony wood, noticing for the first time the fine inlaid silver.

‘Evening,’ DL says, buffing glasses to a brilliant shine. ‘Don’t normally see you here midweek.’

‘I’m meeting someone. Well, first I’m meeting Nathan,’ he says. ‘I could do with a drink.’

DL smiles and reaches for a bottle of whiskey. ‘Odd how often those two go together.’ He pours a whiskey and slides the glass across the bar. ‘He’s over in the corner booth.’

‘Thanks man,’ Peter says, paying for his drink. ‘Wish me luck.’

‘Break a leg.’



Peter walks across the glossy wooden floor, a little heartened by the murmurs of interest he gets from the other patrons. Nathan is, as always, with a group of people who have spent more on their haircuts than Peter has paid in rent all year and who assume his career as a nurse is an amusing diversion before he finds a “real” job.

‘Pete. Wasn’t sure you were going to turn up,’ Nathan says. He stands up, puts an arm around Peter’s shoulders, and leads him away from the booth. ‘You’re not here to tell me you’ve changed your mind I hope?’

‘Geez Nathan, no I haven’t changed my mind.’

‘Because I have a reputation to protect, Pete, and I had to pull in some favours just to get him to meet with you. Now don’t embarrass me in front of him.’

Peter rolls his eyes. ‘I’m not a kid, Nathan.’

Nathan drops his arm from Peter’s shoulder and straightens his tie. ‘At least you’re dressing in decent leathers. If you’d turned up in those ratty vinyl pants I’d have sent you right out again.’

‘You’re not filling me with confidence.’

‘You’re not supposed to go into a training scenario feeling full of yourself,’ Nathan says. He walks over to the bar and slides a ten dollar bill across to DL. ‘We have an appointment.’

‘Let me just check,’ DL says, accepting the bill and picking up the telephone.

‘Why’re you coming?’ Peter asks.

‘To introduce you.’

‘Why can’t I introduce myself?’

Nathan rolls his eyes. ‘Pete, this is why you can’t get anywhere. Subs do not march over to Masters and introduce themselves. They sure as hell don’t march over to trainers and ask if they a slot available. If you can’t even get that much of a grip on your place then frankly I don’t hold out much hope.’

DL puts down the phone and smiles at them both. ‘He’s in the back room; it’s just through that door.’ He catches Peter’s eye as he walks past. ‘Just keep your mouth shut, do as you’re told, and you’ll be fine.’

‘Thanks man.’

Peter jogs a few steps to catch up with Nathan as he goes through the door. The room on the other side is small but comfortable. There is a single round table ringed by two deeply padded sofas at which only one person is sat. He looks up as the brothers walk into the room, and folds away his newspaper.

‘Evening, I’m Nathan Petrelli.’ Nathan stands up and offers his hand.

‘I’m Peter,’ Peter says as the other man shakes Nathan’s hand.

‘God damn it,’ Nathan growls, turning to him. ‘I told you. You don’t speak until you’re spoken too and you weren’t spoken to.’

‘Don’t yell at me!’

The other man clears his throat and then offers his hand to Peter. ‘I’m Matt. Please sit down.’ He turns to Nathan. ‘If there’s nothing else please enjoy the bar.’

Nathan blinks for a moment and then smiles brightly. ‘It was a pleasure meeting you. Pete, try not to make a horse’s ass of yourself.’

Peter glares at him as he leaves and then turns back to find Matt watching him.

‘Um, I’m sorry.’

‘Why?’

Peter shrugs. ‘Because you look kinda pissed.’

Matt smiles and rests his arms on the table. ‘You want to be trained as a slave?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Why?’

Peter licks his lips. ‘I want to be a slave but I know I’m no good at it. I know I don’t have any discipline.’

Matt raises his eyebrows. ‘You want to be disciplined or you want to have discipline?’

‘I want to have discipline. I talk too much and I’m not real good at, um, at sublimating? Complete training is out of the question I know but I was told that you could maybe do leash training.’

‘Personal discipline is something that can be developed and I can help you with that,’ Matt says, ‘but if what you want is to play naughty and get punished for it then I’m not going to be able to help you.’

‘Oh no, Sir, that’s not my thing at all! I don’t want to get into trouble.’ Peter smiles awkwardly. ‘I can do that by myself.’

Matt taps a finger on the table top. ‘I don’t shout. I don’t insult. I won’t call you stupid. I won’t nag you. You cooperate completely or the training finishes. I don’t offer refunds.’

‘I understand that, Sir.’ Peter fidgets with his hands.

Matt looks at him thoughtfully. ‘All right. Three hours per evening, every evening, and we’ll start tomorrow.’



Peter bites his lip as he stares at himself in the mirror. Matt said to wear a harness so that they can train using different anchoring points but he doesn’t generally doesn’t much like the look so he's never bought one before.

‘This is one of our most popular harnesses,’ the salesman says, smiling blandly.

‘I’m not sure,’ Peter says, adjusting the straps. ‘Do you one that’s a bit less rent boy and a bit more… gladiator?’

‘I have just the thing,’ he says. He goes away to fetch a different harness while Peter takes off the one he’s wearing over his shorts. He’s always a little wary of trying on clothing in sex stores and when he does buy something he always insists taking away a boxed item.

The salesman reappears bearing a harness that hangs heavier and straighter than the others he’s seen. It has an integrated collar attached to two shoulder pieces. Straps run down from the shoulders to the hips, crossing the chest six inches under the nipples, at the groin where there is an integrated cock and ball cage, and then around each leg. The straps are thick, soft leather with solid brass buckles to adjust the fit perfectly.

‘Is this more what you were looking for?’ the salesman asks.

‘Yeah, definitely more like it,’ Peter says, and hopes it is.



Matt’s apartment is warmer than Peter expected. Truth be told fully dressed it’s a little too warm for Peter but then he’s not expecting to stay fully dressed for long.

‘Did you bring a harness?’ Matt askes as he shows Peter up into the loft.

‘Yes Sir, I have it here.’ Peter holds the bag aloft. ‘I hope it’s okay, I had a look at a few different ones.’

‘You bought one especially?’

‘I didn’t have one. I don’t like a lot of the ones I’ve seen and I’ve never had a master so nobody ever had me get one before. I had to look at them all and see.’

Matt tucks his hands in his pockets. ‘Okay, well, you can get changed in the bathroom. This is training, not roleplay, If you don’t cooperative I’ll simply ask you to leave. If you make mistakes I’ll correct you but I’m not going to punish you. That isn’t my purpose. If that’s not what you’re looking for then you can say now and we’ll call it off without any bad feelings.’

‘No Sir, that’s exactly what I want.’

Matt nods once. ‘Good. Go and get changed. Then come back here.’

Peter scurries off to the bathroom, almost letting the door bounce open in his eagerness. He’s not a Smart Ass Masochist; he’s not interested in making anyone angry and he definitely wouldn't get some kind of thrill from it. Peter craves domination, not pain or humiliation.

The harness is little heavier than he was expecting but once he has it adjust correctly it’s comfortable and he starts to feel grateful for the relatively warm temperature in the loft. He tidies up the bathroom after himself and pads out carrying his clothes folded in his arms.

‘Is this okay, Sir? I wasn’t sure what to get as I haven’t bought one before and I didn’t really know… I hope it’s okay.’

‘Do you talk a lot when you’re nervous?’ Matt asks.

‘Uh, yes Sir, I can’t help it. It just comes spilling out.’

Matt smiles slightly. ‘You’re nervous now?’

‘Is it obvious?’

‘Please don’t answer a question with a question,’ Matt says mildly.

Peter blushes hotly. ‘I’m sorry! Yeah, I’m real nervous.’

‘Put your clothes there,’ Matt says, pointing at a dresser. ‘I need you to concentrate on what I’m saying to you or it could be dangerous so I’m going to gag you. It’s not a punishment; it’s simply to help you concentrate. Do you understand?’

Peter’s heart sinks but he tries to smile politely. ‘Yes, Sir.’

Matt takes out a leather panel gag with a short strap that goes around the back of Peter's head. ‘It’s not a criticism,’ he says more gently. ‘You’re going to have to learn not to take things so personally if you’re going to be a sub.’

Peter nods and opens his mouth. The gag has a wedge on the other side which he grips between his teeth as Matt straps the gag on securely.

‘Gags are often popular with doms,’ Matt says. ‘It’s probably best to get used to them early if you can.' He puts his hands on his hips. ‘I didn’t know you had piercings, depending on how we get on I might train you with those when you’ve mastered everything else.’ He opens up a box and pulls something out. It’s a training leash, relatively heavy and with several small bells attached. ‘We’re going to start leashing you at the collar. As you progress we’ll move on to other leash points. I believe positive reinforcement is the best way to train. When you master something you’ll be rewarded. Do you understand?’

Peter nods and makes no attempt to answer.

‘Good boy,’ Matt says, and pats his hair a couple of times. He attaches the leash to Peter’s collar. ‘Now unless you are told different at the time, you should always stay behind your master or mistress. You might be standing or you might be crawling but you’ll be behind them. Walk around me and stand about two feet behind me.’

Peter walks behind Matt and stops. As he halts the bells stop jingling.

‘Sit,’ Matt says firmly.

Peter sits down on his haunches.

‘Good boy.’ Matt turns and smiles down at him. ‘Good boy, Peter.’ Matt rubs the younger man’s hair and lets him rub the side of his face into Matt’s hand. Matt gives a little jerk on the lead. ‘Up.’

Peter climbs up to his feet.

‘Good boy.’ Matt tugs the leash again. ‘Forward.’

They spend several hours walking, heeling, and sitting. By the end of the session Peter is dizzy but beaming with pride in his own accomplishments.

‘Who’s been a good boy today?’ Matt asks.

Peter, sitting on the floor as he’s been bid, straightens up in anticipation of a pat on the head. Instead, Matt reaches down and unbuckles the cock and ball cage. Matt rests his other hand on Peter’s shoulder and briskly rubs his hand up and down Peter’s length.

Peter yelps though the gag as his already semi-erect cock hardens.

‘Don’t be a naughty boy now,’ Matt says sternly. He increases his speed until Peter begins to squirm and then maintains a steady action.

Peter bites his tongue with the effort of not moaning, and his nails bite into his palms.

Matt nods to himself as ropes of semen spurt from Peter’s cock.

‘Good boy,’ he says as Peter’s eyes roll in his head. He wipes his hands on a tissue and then undoes the strap to Peter’s gag. ‘Same time tomorrow.’

The End