Yes Sir! Chapter 1

It was too tight - it hurt a bit. That's what Noah thought as he stepped off the tube at Canada Water. He didn't know why he lied. It was just something he felt like he needed to do. It was all done to impress him. That’s why he was making his way down the street in a very sung Nike tracksuit. Noah had worn it for a while. A while was a bit of a stretch. He hadn’t worn it, for about four years. Ever since he started working out seriously.

His transforming his body from a skinny, looking weakling; to a slight more muscular version. The term people used around him was “twunk”. Which he accepted, as didn’t think he needed to be bigger. He was fine the way he was. Well that’s what he had said. Noah didn’t know why he was putting so much stock into a man he had never met. He was even sure if this man was real.

When Noah got to the coffee shop he was meeting Him at, he could clearly see He was real. He looked like his picture. He was a big muscular man, sitting facing the window in a grey three-piece well fitted suit. His shoulders looked wider than his picture, which wasn't an issue for Noah. He did look more handsome, if that were possible. Even though Noah knew he was almost forty, he didn’t look it.

Noah caught at his reflection in the window of the coffee shop. The tracksuit was definitely too small, and too tight. As for his blonde hair, he hadn’t done anything more to it than he normally would do. Which made him think, should he have? Taking one quick breath, he walked into the shop.

Avoiding the gaze of the barista behind the counter, he made his way quickly to the man he was meeting.

‘Hello,’ said Noah, standing before the man.

The man looked up from his phone. Noah met his eyes, they were a combination of colours. One was greyish green and the other an ambary brown. Slowly he then looked over Noah. Then he gave a very gentle and welcoming smile and said, ‘Hello Noah, good to see you.’

Feeling a sense of warmth and welcoming, Noah said, ”Good to see you too.’

“Take a seat,’ said the man, gesturing to the seat opposite him. As he tucked his phone away in his jacket pocket. Noah did as he was instructed. ‘I’ve ordered some tea,’ he said slowly, looking back towards the counter. ‘You drink tea, correct? It’s far too late in the afternoon for coffee.’

Noah wasn’t sure if he should just agree, or contradict him. ‘I don’t really drink a lot of coffee.’ is what stumbled out of his mouth. ‘I don’t mind tea.’

‘Great,’ said the man, just as a barista came over, with a tea pot and two mugs. They thanked her and woman left. ‘I must say you do look very much like your picture. Which isn't disappointing at all.’

‘Thank you,’ said Noah, feeling embarrassed, and really uncomfortable. By the man’s gaze, and comment.

‘As you know my name is Mark,’ he said pouring the tea, ‘And I like to these public meets before I take someone back to my space, it helps weed out the brats.’ He then passed a mug to Noah. ‘I would like to say I don’t do this a lot, but the truth is I do. However, I hardly ever met anyone who passes my tests.’

‘Tests!’ said Noah, while swallowing, then choking on a really hot sip of earl grey.

‘Oh yes,’ said Mark, not gentle cradling his own cup of tea. ‘You do know this is about?’

‘Control,’ said Noah quietly

‘Correct. I have it, and people beg for me to wield it. However, too many only want control when it suits them. Not pure utter devotion. Which is why I have these little tests in place.’

Noah nodded, not sure how to respond.

‘Like now, you are nodding, when you should be saying something?’

Noah didn't realise this was part of the test, or part of the play yet. This was all meant to be relaxed, not dom and sub play until they returned to the flat. Now it seemed that part might not even happen, if he didn't pass the tests. And though he was sure if he wanted this, Noah felt like he really did want it now. Suddenly, desperate to proove himself.

‘Yes, sir…’ Noah said tentatively.

‘Just like that, another test passed.’ said Mark, sipping from his mug. ‘Not that you asked, nor have the right to ask. But I’m impressed with you. Much better than the last boy I did this with.’

‘How-’ started Noah, but he realised he wasn’t meant to ask questions. Or if it was allowed.

‘How long ago?’ asked Mark, looking at him inquisitively, with a faint smile. Only just last week.’ Noah felt a sudden drop in his stomach. ‘I can see the disappointment on your face. Yes we were talking last week. Sadly, I was talking to this one longer. He seemed like he knew what he wanted. Even more regrettable was the fact he came late. Didn’t dress how I requested, and refused the tea.’ Mark’s eyes flashed between the cup in Noah’s hand, and his eyes. But I think we’re all good to move this along.’

Noah felt suddenly relieved. Then he felt suddenly scared. This was now going to happen. All because he had followed the rules. Maybe he had been a follower all along.

‘So,’ said Mark, pouring himself another cup for tea. ‘Are you truly new to this type of experience?’

‘Yes!’ said Noah, at once.

‘Normally, I don’t like breaking new boys in, but sometimes exceptions are made. Considering that you are new and follow all my rules is a good sign. I hope you remember what we discussed.’

Remember, it had been the only thing Noah had been thinking about all day. They had been speaking about it for just over a week. Even though, previously the idea of submitting to someone seemed like a silly prospect. This time round it sounded like a good idea. Not only a good idea, it sounded like a really horny idea .

‘Yes,’ said Noah, ‘Sir.’ he added quickly.

‘Good. We don’t have to rehash the plans.’ said Mark. ‘Shall we go?’

Noah wasn’t if this was another test, or if he did truly did have the power into delaying things.

‘Yes Sir,’ he said, confidently.