*Day 1: Talking

"Dean, will you come in here please?"

"Yea, what's up, sir?"

"We need to have a serious conversation about how intense our scenes have gotten. I personally feel that they are bordering on almost abusive at this point. I know you like a little pain and I like inflicting it, but I think we have a problem."

"What kind of problem sir? I'm sorry if I've disappointed you. I will try to be better."

"You have not disappointed me, Dean. Tell me, what is the one thing I do throughout every scene, in between one part to the next and even during."

"I don't know, you move me into various positions, you change the toys after a while…"

"No. Try one more time. As I am changing your positions or before I begin with another toy, what is the one thing I always do? Think carefully. I will give you a few minutes before you answer." Time passed, Chris studying Dean's expressions, waiting for a look of realization. Finally, after about 4 minutes, Dean's expression changed, and he looked up. "Did you figure it out?"

"yes sir,"

"And…?"

"You always check on me. Make sure I'm okay."

"Bingo! I always want to make sure you are enjoying and getting as much from the scene as I am… Well, except for punishments, but that's for a different time. Tell me, Dean, honestly, have you ever felt the need to safeword?"

Dean froze, bowing his head instantly.

"I want an answer, Dean? Have you ever felt like things have gone too far and you wanted to safeword?"

He took a deep breath, "yes sir. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? There is nothing wrong with wanting to safeword. Hell, I've called a safeword before and I'm the one running the scene." Speaking of his first sub, who tragically lost his life after a lengthy battle against cancer. Chris took a deep breath, not wanting Dean to think he was upset with him. "Tell me why you think you need to apologize for wanting to safeword?"

"Because the last time I safeworded with my last dom, he got mad and punished me. Telling me that it was his job to know what I could take and only he could stop a scene. He proceeded to continue with that scene, but this time he made it much worse. He tightened my bonds. I was in a hog tie. He put some sort of round thing between my back and the tie of my arms and legs, forcing my back to bend at an extremely painful angle. I was sure he was going to fracture my spine and leave me paralyzed. Then he attached the ties to suspension and left me tied like that for at least an hour. He had left the room and when he came back in, he had brought in some sort of studded cane and what I thought was lotion. He whipped me, still in the suspended hogtie, until I was bruised, covered in welts, and probably bleeding, then he applied the lotion, which turned out to be capasin cream, across every mark, which was pretty much my whole body, chest to legs. I felt like I was on fire. He said it was my punishment for not being able to take the earlier scene, which was me in the light hogtie, attached to a fucking machine on high in a cock cage, while he edged me for hours. When he wasn't jacking me off, he was hitting me with floggers and paddles, it just became too much. During the punishment, he was constantly yelling at me to take and accept everything I was given by him and to not complain. I was screaming the safeword, begging him to stop the entire time, which only pissed him off more. Finally, he released the suspension but still left me tied like that overnight. He left me in the dungeon but not before placing a full sensory deprivation hood on me. By the time he released me the next day, I knew I couldn't be with him anymore. I waited for him to leave the house, before packing up all my things and left. I stayed with Roman and Seth for a while and that's when the Shield was forming. They really were my brothers and they never left my side. They protected me."

"Dean…" I began, not really sure what to say, how to respond. "Oh Dean, baby. I am so sorry you had to go through that. I want you to know that I would never ever punish you for safe wording and I would never ever leave you. You are mine, my sweet boy."

"It's not your fault. I couldn't take it."

"you weren't meant to take that and if he was a real dom, he should have known you were way past your breaking point and he definitely should have honored your safeword." I took a deep breath. "Dean,"

"yes sir?"

"I want to try something with you, push your boundaries a little bit. Do you trust me?"

"I trust you with my life,"

"I'm glad to hear that. What I want to do is going to take a lot of trust and is going to be very hard mentally for you, but I need you to know that what happened in the past was because you had a shitty fake dom, not because you ever did anything wrong. I am going to prove him wrong for you."

"What do you want me to do sir?"

"I want to push you. I want to do a scene where I put your fears to rest. But to do that, I will not stop the scene until you safeword. I don't care how long the scene takes, but I want you to safeword the moment you feel the need. Do not hold back. There will be no punishments for safewording. The scene will end immediately. I will let you help decide the scene, if you want it to be more of a pleasurable torture or a physical one. This is so you see that you do hold the control here. I could do absolutely nothing without your consent, so this is to help you see that you hold the control. That I will not punish you for reaching your limits. And I most certainly will not leave you for reaching your limits. Does this sound like something you will be able to do?"

"I think so, maybe. It is probably going to be a very long scene though. You know how stubborn I can be."

"yes, but I think some of your stubbornness comes from fear. I want to help you get rid of that fear."

"I understand. Do we have to do it today?"

"No. I was planning on doing it in a day or two. Give us time to come up with a scene together and for you to get into the mindset that it is 100% okay for you to safeword. In fact, it will be an order that you will safeword. I know that sounds harsh but that is how you will get through this."

"Okay. Can we talk about it more after we eat?"

"Of course. I know I called you in here at the time we make dinner, I just had to get this out there and I wanted to get it taken care of while we have the week off. How about we order a pizza or Chinese or something? Then we can hang out and watch a movie before bed. Tomorrow we will finish talking and we will do the scene the day after."

"Yes sir. Chinese sounds good to me,"

"Perfect, I will have the general tso chicken with steamed rice. And yes, you may order extra eggrolls in addition to whatever you're getting!" He knew Dean deserved a treat, as it would be a rough couple of days.

"Thanks Chris! I will go call it in. you go choose a movie!"

"Okay, join me when you finish."

"Absolutely!" Dean smiled, as he walked out of the room to find the stack of menus in the kitchen to get their phone number.

They had a leisurely evening watching Harry Potter. Laying on the couch in each other's arms. The next couple of days, while not forgotten, drifted to the back of their minds.