In a world where less than 7% of the population is born male and even fewer are fertile Men are a hot commodity. To keep them safe and protected they’re subservient to women, kept as slaves and breeders. They handle the work too simple for the more complex female mind and since everyone knows that fertile men are prone to rages the Belt has been developed. A simple ring that fits around the genitals and keeps them in line if they become to difficult to control. The Belt can deliver mild slightly painful electric shocks as reminders to behave all the way to a shock that will temporarily incapacitate a male, but there are fines for using it set that high since men are valuable. It can also be used as a device for pleasure and to encourage ejaculation.

Trained grown males are typically sold only four days out of the year in the public markets but private trading of personal breeders is allowed to make sure the population grows as much as it can.

Sophia’s friend Cassy has purchased a male that normally would fetch a Queen’s ransom through one of those private transactions. Strong, masculine, fertile, with striking blue eyes and blonde hair. But there’s a problem. He’s a snarky little son of a bitch who won’t perform on demand and seems to be able to control his erections, although he’s not impotent and he won’t take any offered aphrodisiacs Cassy gives him. Since he can’t be compelled Cassy, at her wit’s end calls her friend Sophia, a Male Trainer.

Obviously, I’d be playing Sophia. To get into some physical description in case any of you feel like jumping right in with the male’s pov, She’s tall, slim, with short auburn hair and green eyes. All the man knows about her is she’s an old friend of the woman who purchased him, a male trainer, and he’s met his share of trainers before.

I’m looking for a literate, snarky, nerdy pervert to write along with on this one. I imagine the character is one hell of what us BDSM folks would call a “brat”. So extra points if you have a great sense of humor and the ability to find a way to make the character subvert any expectations Sophia might have. I’d like this to be long term. Preferably on shared Google Docs or email. Guys who are writers go to the front of the line. Guys who are writers and who are switch get in front of those guys.

As far as the direction of the story, I figured we could work it out together. Does he eventually become trained? Will he tell her why he’s an asshole? Does he figure out how to short circuit the belt and take out years of frustration on the trainer?

All of those sound amazingly hot to me but my favorite has to be the last one.

Kinks:dub/non con (from either m or f), bondage, teasing, oral, piv sex, rough sex, dirty talk

Limits: Toilet stuff

If you’d like more detail even after reading this wall of text I’ve actually done a little bit of world building on this because I’m also an erotica writing nerd and while normally I’d write this whole thing on my own it occurred to me it might be fun to get a genuinely masculine POV. It’s so vastly different from what I normally write I don’t even know where to start with the man-view on this.

Plus, you know, I’m horny. ;)

Are you still with me? Great, get ready for another wall of text that is my idea for the first entry. It's subject to retconning, etc, but here we go...

“How did you get him?” I studied the male kneeling on the floor next to my friend. We were standing in the small office that was attached to my home, fading sunlight streamed through the west facing windows, causing the whole room to light up in a tones of soft creamy gold . Normally by this time of day my office would have been closed for hours and myself not seeing any clients, breeders or servants until Monday. This Friday was even worse than usual. I’d planned my stay at home vacation for the upcoming week and I’d been looking forward to a nice quiet time with my novels, net shows, and maybe my vibrator when Cassy had called. She’d given me the rushed and confused account of how she’d finally purchased a male and he was turning out to be too difficult for her and would I please please please help and of course she’d pay me and she didn’t want to take him to just anyone and she knew I was good and…

I’d calmed her down and told her to bring him over.

I couldn’t get a good look at his face while he was kneeling but he was built well. Well, if I were honest he was built like some mythical god. The shape of his body under the shirt and pants he wore seemed to indicate a hyper masculine subject that normally would cost more than Cassy might see in five years and even then the council would have to clear her health for one this virile looking. It made me wonder if maybe there was something wrong with him, as there often was with men now.

There had been a market day a few weeks ago, but I had the feeling she hadn’t picked him up there. My friend had been saving for only three months for a live-in breeder and even then she wasn’t that great with holding onto cash. But he clearly belonged to her. The small wand like control in her hand that would regulate his Belt was hanging from a loop around her wrist. In the other hand she clutched his Certification Folder. It looked alarmingly thick. This male had a history.

“A friend of Greta, you remember her, she runs the local paper, contacted her wanting to run an ad for him. She knew I was looking and he was an amazing deal so she told me first. I went to see him right away and his health checks and everything were amazing. And just look at him! I had to have him.” She bit her lip, looking at me anxiously, “But he’s got a little bit of an attitude problem and he won’t breed me. I thought I could manage but...” She trailed off, sighed heavily, and hefted the too full Cert Folder that would contain his biography, certificate of clean health, and his entire history up to now. Her cheeks were coloring in a blush that turned her pale skin a deep crimson. With her red curly hair it made her look a bit like a fluffy tomato.

I knew she expected me to be critical of her too quick decision making. She’d had impulse problems as long as I’d known her, which had been since we were both five and she’d decided to spend her entire month’s allowance on a robotic kitten when she didn’t even like cats. It had just been the first shiny thing she’d seen at the toy shop where our mothers had taken us.

I studied him, kneeling down in my heels to get a good look at his face. He lifted his chin when I did and glared directly at me with eyes so blue they almost looked sapphire. His look was so defiant and sharp, it was hard to believe it was on the face of a man. He was also handsome, with the broad, yet chiseled features you normally only saw in the scandinavian lines which I thought had almost died out. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen a blue eyed male. It had been at least five years, since the Trainers convention in Seattle. And even then I seemed to remember only one male had blue eyes and his had been faded and washed out compared to this male.

Despite the defiant look he was still kneeling calmly enough, hands resting palms down on his thighs. Even in that relaxed position I could see how thickly muscular his limbs were, his hands looked powerful as well. There wouldn’t be a safe jar in the house with this man around.

The only outwardly visible concession to what she’d claimed about him being difficult was a collar around his throat, a rectangular box was attached, no larger than a matchbook with a small blinking green light on it. I recognized it as the type that could prevent speech. It was a cheaper model, known to only work part of the time, and Cassy likely had even gotten this second hand.

“How old is he?” I asked.

“Um,” She turned the folder in her hand, flipping it open, and skimming while I continued studying the male. It was just like Cassy to not know the age of a male she’d purchased. I smiled faintly as I waited for her answer and the defiant look he was giving me changed to one of defiant puzzlement as if he were wondering why I might be amused. I dropped him a wink. If I was going to train this one it was always a good idea to try to bond early. “Thirty two.” She finally said.

I stood up, looking him over. Cassy, seeing my hesitation chimed in, “Please, whatever you usually charge, I’ll pay it and ten percent. I can write you a check for the week. He was such a great deal that I can give you the rest of what I’ve saved…”

“Why the hurry?” I asked, grinning a bit.

“I’ve been tracking and I’ll be ovulating in ten days.” She said.

“If he’s going to be live in you’ll get plenty of chances, though.” I said.

“Yea, but I mean, he’s pretty but…” She bit her lip, clearly reluctant to say more. I understood. She’d probably sell him again, if she was having too many problems with him. I wondered how often he’d changed hands and sighed, holding up my hand to stop her from going on.

“I’ll try.” I said, “You can leave him here.”

She squealed in delight and threw her arms around me in a brief hug, then shoved the Belt control and the folder into my hands, “Thank god, I have to run though. I have a date with Annabelle and I haven’t gotten anything done at the house since he’s been there. The place is a disaster.”

“One week.” I said, “After that I’m all booked.”

“One week.” She nodded, still smiling her relieved smile, “Thank you so much!”

And a moment later she was slamming out of the office, leaving me to face the kneeling, glaring male whose name I hadn’t even gotten yet...