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This idea was very much Wooyoung’s idea, a shot in the dark if you will. Seonghwa was rather interested in the different aspects of BDSM culture, but his status, reputation, and pride was getting in the way of his longing desires. Woo was very adamant about getting him into the BDSM scene, saying “It’ll be fun and a great experience!” which Hwa definitely had a feeling it’d be a lot, but he had urges, something that his own toys wouldn’t suffice, a yearning rooted so deep it was beginning to drive him crazy. 

Being known as one of the nerds of the school was part of his reputation that prevented him from doing something wild, something so unlike himself that would make people see him differently. Seonghwa just wasn’t fully the typical nerd; he had his high grades and nerdy hobbies, but he also always wanted someone to rearrange his guts. Woo always teased Hwa, saying he was a slut in theory, and to be honest it was true. Seonghwa built so many fantasies of the many things he’d want someone to do to him, but he couldn’t let anyone at school find out; it had to be someone who didn’t know anything about him. That posed the question of: who could he find to fulfill his desires?

Hwa kind of felt like a sick individual; the various things his imaginative mind came up with he had only ever read about and seen in pornography and had not been able to explore as much as he wanted with himself and a little too shy to try with just anyone. Wooyoung wanted him to go on dates, but he was still a bit in the shy side when it came to relationships and wasn’t sure if a full relationship was even what he wanted especially with his wildest, vivid imagination on getting fucked until he couldn’t feel anything.

That led to one other option.

All the findings and conversations brought him to the establishment he was seated in, to a local BDSM club that skyrocketed his anxiety. In reality, just inside the club was a turn-on, setting his whole body into flames at the atmosphere around him; oddly enough, he still felt safe after the host of the club gave him a basic run down and safety precautions. Perception was key. Hwa wasn’t sure if he actually looked submissive even with the blue wristband he was wearing to indicate as such. He wasn’t that dressed up either, nothing but a t-shirt and jeans and glasses since he didn’t put in his contacts that day. Nerves were eating him alive but he was also filled with excitement; he hoped he was lucky enough to interest someone. 

After a lot of people watching and getting lost in his surroundings, Hwa felt someone tap his shoulder. He tensed a bit, feeling that tingly sensation run through his veins at the slightest touch. He turned slowly, meeting eyes with the sexiest man who has ever walked this earth. The red wristband was an important indicator of dominance and truly, Hwa could count himself lucky already. 

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” The man asked him, voice soothing with a slightly deep timbre, and Hwa was much into looking at how gorgeous he was to answer such a simple question. He didn’t think anyone could be this attractive in real life.

“Um… y-yes!” He answered, stumbling a little with his words as his cheeks began to redden upon making a fool of himself. The man looked a little skeptical, eyeing Seonghwa up and down before looking him straight in the eyes. 

“Hmm, are you sure this is the right place for you?” The man questioned. Ah, he could probably see right through Hwa. Not to say those who participate in the BDSM scene have a certain look to them, but Seonghwa had to look out of place, almost like a wandering small animal going into a wolf’s den. He mustered up as much confidence as he could, taking in a shaky breath and letting it out slowly to calm his nerves down.

“I wanted to explore different avenues of pleasure. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m willing to try anything at all!” He tried to be a bit more enthusiastic about it, even giving a cheeky grin, but the man didn’t seem too moved by his words.

“Maybe I’m not the one you should start out with. Maybe a softer dom or even a switch to ease you in. I’m more hard-dom leaning with soft tendencies. I’m always in control, but I’m only cruel when I need to be. If you’re brat-leaning, my sadism comes out and you won’t like it, but if you’re a soft sub, I’ll praise you endlessly, but still in control.” The spiel left Seonghwa breathless. It was a lot to take in at once, his mind moving so fast that he honestly didn’t know how to respond.

If anything, the man was intimidating. Even in his half-pleated skirt, painted black nails, slicked-back black hair, ears littered with piercings, and that tone of voice alone sent shockwaves of pleasure up Hwa’s spine. He was way over his head, but he already got this far so he felt like he should see it through even when he felt like cowering away. The man truly gave off dominance even with such simple words; the aura he emitted told more than the red wristband. 

Now, Wooyoung gave him advice since he had been seeking out a dom himself. Something about going the bratty route would ensure a better time which, at the time, Hwa didn’t find it too useful of information, but now he was in the moment, here with a professional dom who could make all his wildest dreams come true; he hoped Wooyoung’s words held true. Hwa wasn’t entirely sure how to be a brat, but he figured he could try undermining the dom and hope for some sort of reaction. 

“Bet I could handle whatever you do to me.” He chuckled and even managed a smirk to form on his face. “You’re probably all bark no bite anyways. I definitely could find someone better than you.” Seonghwa was playing this up, but the man didn’t even falter. Instead, the man broke out into laughter. Oh no, such a pretty smile was weakening his heart. Now wasn’t the time. 

“It’s going to take more than that to get me to crack, sweetheart, but since you’re trying your best, I’ll take the bait. I’ll go easy on you and help you figure out the things you like and don’t like. But if you start toeing into brat territory, I’ll show you the unfun side of me.” Holy fuck, it was insane, but Hwa wanted to see that unfun side, the unhinged and possibly feral, dangerous side. 

Baby steps, Seonghwa.

 “O-okay. Sorry for trying to be a brat. A friend told me that’s the best way to go…”

“That’s the best way to get punished and you don’t seem like the type to want that.” On the contrary, Hwa very much liked the idea of punishment, to be taught a lesson, but he figured that would come in due time if he chose to ‘act up’. He wanted to do so much, and get that experience of a lifetime, but there was a difference between wanting and actually doing what he wanted. 

Was he scared, of course, but god, even the fear itself was a turn on and Hwa wondered exactly how fucked up this was going to make him. Again, in due time. “My personal scene room is in the back. We can talk a little, get a feel for each other and go from there. For now, you can call me Hongjoong, but if we start a scene, address me either as sir or captain. Any names you want me to call you?” 

“I’m Seonghwa and… you can call me anything.” For the first time in that entire conversation, Seonghwa saw Hongjoong falter a little. A certain spark in those eyes when Hwa let him know he could call him whatever; that aspect of control was already seeping through and Hwa didn’t mind the idea of being controlled, he craved it. 

Hongjoong guided him to one of the scene rooms, confident strides whereas Hwa felt like his legs were becoming jelly as he walked behind him and felt like he was going to combust. This was actually happening, he was going to get professionally dommed by someone and it felt like a dream come true; he wondered how unhinged things would get, how unhinged he’d become.

Upon reaching the room, Hongjoong locked the door behind them. The room itself was spacious with a slew of different items ranging from rope, handcuffs, a bench, and vibrators, and it was unlike things Seonghwa had ever seen before, items that interested him and only sparked that flame growing inside of him. He didn’t know what to expect from their talk, but he hoped he ended up face down with a cock inside of him soon enough. 

The two sat in chairs adjacent to each other. Joong pulled out his phone, swiping and scrolling through it before handing it off to Hwa. 

“Starting off, here is my list of rules and kinks. I’m lenient enough to bypass a few especially since you’re new to this. If you want to be my official sub, you’ll have to follow my rules and we can finagle around with the kinks the more you figure out what you like.” Seonghwa read over the rules carefully, breaking out into a sweat upon reading just how demanding Hongjoong was. The rules in general weren’t anything scary and mainly prefaced that Joong would always be in control no matter what. It also went into the specifics of being a pleasure and discipline dom, how he only ever disciplines when need be, but he’ll press the limits regardless; pleasure was his main goal.

The dominance also played a role outside of the bedroom. Hongjoong would check on him at least once a day to see if he ate, did his work, and just normally making sure he was good. He also had the freedom to choose what he wore and even control how he got off if he wasn’t there. It was heavily detailed, almost like he was signing his soul over to Hongjoong, but he knew this would be a two-way stream if he did agree to the terms.

Even when Seonghwa was eagerly wanting to look at kinks, he made sure to do this right, to read the rules concisely and understand where the dom was coming from. 

“I understand your rules and accept.” 

“Good boy. Now look over the kinks for me.” 

Fuck.

Seonghwa had to squeeze his thighs together, feeling his cock twitch at the simple words as heat began to swirl within. Good boy. He wanted to be a good boy. He began looking over the list of kinks and which ones Joong was more into. His heart was racing upon seeing a moderate amount of kinks being rated at a high standard and he couldn’t help but blush and squeeze his thighs together tighter so he didn’t embarrass himself. 

“Are you sure you’re not a virgin?” The question made Hwa let out the breath he was supposedly holding in. His cheeks burned a brighter red as he began to sputter out an answer. 

“N-no! Not really? Um… it’s been a very long time since I last had sex. My academics kinda took over my social life and I grew kind of awkward, but I have toys! I use them more often than not.” The pitch of his voice became higher, a mix of eagerness and embarrassment. He just never saw so many kinks at once and his brain was wracking around how he could do literally everything on this list. 

“Oh, you’re so cute I could just eat you up.” 

“Please-” Seonghwa clamped his mouth shut. He was already getting more excited than he could contain and they haven’t even started anything. Desperation was beginning to cloud his consciousness, making his whole body heat up exponentially, a surge that made him fully hard in his jeans. 

“Don’t get too excited yet. We have much to talk about. If you want this to be a one-time thing then you don’t have to sign anything, but if you want to be my official sub, after you read everything, agree, and we talk about your own rules and feelings, we can forge a contractual agreement.” Jesus Christ. Was Seonghwa really moments away from having his own personal dominant? He didn’t think he’d even get this far so soon, but god, more than anything he just wanted to get fucked in the wildest way imaginable. 

He got out of his head for a second. Seonghwa had to take in consideration of his academics, his future career, and most importantly if he was even ready for such obligations. Hongjoong was very into control and the rules noted how even outside of the bedroom, he’d still control Hwa in every aspect. In theory, it sounded surreal and considering this was a stranger, there was a level of trust that he thought needed to be built first. 

“Can… can I wait on signing? This just seems like a lot and I want to get to know and trust you first.” He was being honest because at that moment, he was entirely too overwhelmed no matter how horny he had gotten. 

“Of course, I understand. It’s definitely a lot and I wouldn’t mind working with you and building that trust.” Joong nodded his head at that and soon Hwa was returning his phone to him. “Now you. What are you into? Could be hobbies in general, but I am looking more at kinks just to get to know what you like.” 

Again, most of Seonghwa’s kinks were in theory. His wildest fantasies and insane imagination were just that, imagery he conjured up into things he’s always wanted to try. Thinking about them made his already dark red face become that of a tomato at how embarrassed he was getting. Being a slut, in theory, was much different than being a slut in practice. 

“J-just so I don’t bore you with my hobbies I’ll give my kinks first.” 

“You can write them down and show me. You look like you’re going to implode. Relax for me, baby.” Hwa took a series of deep breaths to calm himself down. He wished he could be as calm and collected as Joong, but the other was clearly used to this whereas he was only winging every second. 

He pulled out his own phone, sending Wooyoung a quick message about how he might be on the road to having a dom and he knew the nosy man would be excited to hear all about it. Next, he opened his notes app and wracked his brain for every kink he figured he’d enjoy partaking in. 

Doing this made things worse. He was stuck with his own imagination, thinking about each kink and forming that into the man in front of him doing everything to him. Seonghwa let out a little noise, choosing to cross his legs so the urge to cum didn’t grow because he was teetering around the edge already with nothing but a discussion going on; god he was so weak already. 

After making his list he handed his phone off to Hongjoong. The man looked at his list with curiosity, a glint in his eyes as he scanned over the list. A smirk began to form, splitting across his face almost evilly as his eyes trained back onto Hwa who gulped. 

“You’re so naughty. Naughtier than I had anticipated.” Joong spoke and Seonghwa couldn’t help but whimper. “Our kinks align with each other quite well, complement each other really so I do think we’d be a perfect match. But obviously, as you said, trust first.” Seonghwa was rather surprised at how calm and not pushy Hongjoong was. He figured a dom would be as commanding even now, but he was taking this so seriously while also making sure he and Hwa were on the same page. 

“C-can we try some? I just… I-I…” It was becoming so difficult to stay sane. Precum was leaking so much into his underwear and his hole was clenching like it needed something inside it. He was debauched without anything but spoken words and there was no telling how he’d actually last in all of this, but he was so ready.

“You’re so eager, it’s cute. Maybe even the cutest sub I’ve ever been with.” This was maddening. He needed to cum so bad and the worst part was Hongjoong had to know it and was toying with him. Even with all the talking, this was a test of his submission. Hongjoong returned Hwa’s phone back to him before clearing his throat. “Before we get started, safe words are important. I usually go for the traffic light system: green for good, I’ll check on you when I think I need to. Yellow, to let me know when to slow down or if something is too much. Red, all things stop and aftercare will commence immediately. If you have your own words or tactics, tell me now.” 

The little details were making Seonghwa’s head spin. Safe words, aftercare, this was the real deal. Even though this was semantics, it was important for each other’s safety. He nodded his head, licking over his dry lips as he did his best to stop stuttering every time he spoke. “Traffic light system works fine and is easy to remember. And I guess two taps if I can’t speak.” He responded.

“Good. Another thing, I’ll also snap my fingers if I think you’re too far gone and you have to give me a color. If you don’t respond to it or me calling your name I’ll red out. I don’t know if you’re familiar with subspace, but if you find yourself slipping into an uncontrollable mindset, let me know and I’ll help you through it.” 

Subspace was definitely a newer thing and Seonghwa had looked it up once but didn’t delve too deep into all the information about it. If he happened to experience such a thing, he hoped Hongjoong would follow through and help him. 

“That’s pretty much the basics. After our first session, you can see how you feel about everything and we can talk more and develop our relationship if you choose to.” 

“Y-yes… I’d like that.” Seonghwa was so breathless, so aroused unlike he’s ever been before. 

“Excellent. One last thing regarding your subspace: are there things you like that may help you through it? Food or touches? A show? Words?” This amount of care made Hwa’s heart swell so much that he might just be signing that contract after all. 

“I do like cuddles so close proximity. I love any and everything strawberry flavored and… I like Star Wars and Legos…” His nerdy side was peeking through and that made Hongjoong chuckle.

“Good to know. Now that everything is settled for now, I think we’re ready to begin.” Seonghwa was moments away from outright begging already, but he wanted to at least last long enough before he completely cracked under the pressure of his arousal.

Hongjoong stood up then and Seonghwa finally registered that Joong was actually shorter than him which hit him right in his size kink where he wanted to feel small and just the way the dominant presented himself was enough to give off the illusion that he was much taller than he appeared. Seonghwa waited for instructions, looking at Joong as his eyes became more lidded, yearning for what was to come as sparks danced along his spine. Soon the dom was right in front of him, looking down at him as a hand graced underneath his chin. 

“I want this to be as proactive as possible. We stated what we liked so let’s work together to maximize our pleasure, okay?” Seonghwa nodded his head only and the grip on his jaw grew tighter. “You respond with words every time I ask you something. Whining, pouting, and head nodding will get you ignored or punished if you keep it up. Do I make myself clear?” 

“Y-yes!” Hwa responded immediately, nearly moaning just from the way he was spoken to. 

“Good boy.” Fuck! “Now, I want you to strip and get comfy on the bed or bench; the option is up to you. I’m going to grab a few items to start with for our first session just to ease you in. Don’t touch yourself. If I catch you touching yourself even once I’m tying your hands. I control your orgasms and pleasure as well as pain if we get to that. Understood?” Oh, Seonghwa could cum at any second with the way Hongjoong's voice just emitted so calm yet commanding, luring him in to be good, to be the best sub—

He would be the best sub for Hongjoong.

“Yes, sir… I understand; control me.” Hongjoong groaned at his words. Yes, he couldn’t wait to see the dominance displayed even more in a physical manner. 

“Be good and strip for me, baby boy.” Once he was released, Hwa quickly got up from his seat, moving over to the bed and ungraciously taking his clothes off and throwing them in any direction. He was so hard, but he could at least feel less constrained when he got his jeans off. Once he was completely nude, goosebumps littered his skin, sending a shiver through his body, icy-hot battling as his cool skin burned from how hot he was getting. 

Seonghwa got into the bed and closed his legs, hiding his cock as he waited further for instructions. None came right away as he watched Hongjoong go through the different items in the room. He saw what he thinks was a riding crop come into view as well as a small vibrator; lube and a condom were also grabbed. Hongjoong made his way towards him, placing the items in the bed before getting into it himself. 

The first thing Joong did was forcefully spread Seonghwa’s legs apart, making him gasp, showing off his weeping cock dripping precum that pooled beneath him. His whole body was flushed beet red while Hongjoong looked as if he was ready to devour him, licking over his lips as a smirk began to form on his face; Seonghwa covered his face to save himself from any sort of humiliation.

“Let me see you.” Seonghwa uncovered his face as he was ordered to and was met with a wicked smile. “That’s it. Such a good boy already.” Hongjoong, gripped his cock, that smaller, veiny hand covering it and just the slightest touch made his hips buck into that wonderful hand. 

“Yes, yes, yes! P-please!” He fisted the sheets beneath him, soft cotton that brought him some sense of stability. He didn’t wanna be so loud already, but his voice elevated with every gentle touch to his cock.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Your cock is so cute. All red and hard and still so small. Bet you wanna cum so bad, huh?” Hongjoong began stroking his cock ever so slowly, thumbing the head before dipping into the slit and Hwa moaned, so wanton and needy, breath beginning to pick up.

That hand moved teasingly, enough for pleasure to build but not enough to where he could cum easily. That was the point, after all, Hongjoong was controlling his pleasure and his climax. Being called a good boy tickled his brain too, making him want to be obedient to his dom. 

“Please—” He whined when a hand held his jaw once more, fingers pressing against his lips and he opened his mouth eagerly. An index and middle finger pressed on his tongue, making him drool immediately and gagged ever so slightly when those fingers moved to the back of his throat. 

“It amazes me how good you are. I’ll allow you one climax. Would you like that? Do you want to cum with just me touching your little, pathetic cock?” Seonghwa held in that urge to cum right on the spot at Hongjoong’s humiliating words. Tears brimmed at the corner of his eyes, body shaking, thigh tensing, as that hand around his cock squeezed it, making him choke around those fingers. 

Those fingers slowly slipped out of his mouth, leaving a trail of drool down his chin and further down his chest. “Please, sir! P-please— ah! W-wanna cum! I’m good— so good!” He wanted to be good, follow orders and obey, to receive all he had hoped for. 

“Sure, you can cum; I know you’ve been wanting to ever since we started our conversation, getting off to my words alone. So weak to just me speaking you can probably cum without me even touching you. Pathetic thing you are.” The hand began stroking his cock briskly, squeezing as it moved up and down and it didn’t take much. Seonghwa was arching his back, feeling that coil snap so fast as blinding hot pleasure shot through him. 

“Oh-oh f-fuck!” He came so hard, ears ringing, toes curling as that hand worked him through the most intense orgasm he had in a while. That hand kept moving, making him feel overwhelmed in a way he’s never felt before as his body began to thrash. He raised a hand to hold onto Hongjoong’s shirt, breath heaving out rapidly, nearly screaming out as another orgasm burst through him, adding to the mess he was making. 

“Have to make sure you don’t need to cum for a while. Get it all outta you.” And that hand never stopped. Overstimulation was something he wasn’t used to and he was already losing his mind, going crazy and he didn’t even have a cock inside of him yet.

“I-I can’t! I— fuck- ahnng!” Seonghwa screamed again, a dry orgasm making its way through as he felt fucked dumb without the actual fucking part, feeling reality ready to slip away from him as his vision began to blur. 

“Color, baby?” That grounded him for a bit, a serene gesture already just to reign him back in.

“G-green, s-sir.” 

He wanted to keep going until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Hongjoong showed him mercy, slowing his hand to a stop and Hwa felt like he could breathe again as he collapsed back into the bed with ragged breath. His body was twitching, so sensitive to the touch, and he could clearly hear a sinister laugh coming from the man that caused him to almost pass out. 

“I like you a lot. You’re so perfect and you’re handling me well so far. But there’s more to be had and I can’t wait to ruin you for anyone else.” 

Holy shit. 

Seonghwa was still regaining consciousness after the few orgasms he just had in such a short span of time. He never came more than once, twice if he was really horny, but three times felt like too much and he had a feeling he was going to be cumming so much more or not at all is Hongjoong truly controlled when he could. He definitely was in some sort of headspace, a little floaty and almost subservient, but he was still hanging on, obedience was becoming who he was. 

It seemed Hongjoong really wanted him to be his sub, ruin him for anyone else, and Seonghwa was going to let him do whatever he wanted to achieve that; he didn’t want anyone else anyways when Hongjoong already showed him all he ever wanted. 

Within his moment of rest, Hongjoong began getting out of his own attire. Now, Seonghwa’s perception might be skewed because his cock wasn’t the biggest and his toys were pretty small to average, but Hongjoong’s cock put every single toy he owned to shame. It had to be at least 9 or 10 inches, girthy with a few veins running from base to tip, curved in a way Hwa knew would hit spots he never felt before. His mouth waters upon seeing the thickness, hole practically pulsing for the need to be filled. 

“Hongjoong… fuck…” Trying to form an actual coherent thought was becoming difficult the deeper Seonghwa go into his head. Seonghwa didn’t realize he had already slipped up and Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at him, getting back into the bed and gracing his throat with that familiar hand, applying just the slightest bit of pleasant pressure. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

“I’m giving you a warning since this is still all very new to you. You address me as sir or captain. I don’t want to tell you again.” That hand squeezed a little more, making Hwa gasp as his voice morphed into a filthy moan. “Do you understand?” 

“Y-yes…I-I understand, ‘m sorry, sir. I–hhh… I’ll be g-good!” The sensation was lovely. Seonghwa had never been choked before or even tried it himself, but feeling it in real time made his brain break. That hand controlled his breathing, giving him some air so he wasn’t sputtering, but he knew if it squeezed even more he’d lose his breath and that was exhilarating to him. 

That hand released him, letting him take a full breath feeling as if he didn’t know how to breathe. The hand was gentle, moving over his cheek to caress it, smoothing a thumb over his cheekbone. Hongjoong was truly in rare form, being commanding then showing off his softer side to him and, really, Hwa was still trying to wrap his head around everything, how to be that perfect submissive, but he figured why think when he can just let Hongjoong do whatever he wanted to him. 

“You’re the most obedient person I’ve ever been with. Yielding to my commands, no fighting or back talk. You’re really special, baby. I think you deserve a treat. Would you like that? Want a reward for being so good?” 

“Yes, god yes! Wanna be your good boy, sir… please! Want whatever you give me…” Seonghwa was continuing to fall into that submissive mindset. He felt on the brinks of losing all sort of control, the control he never really had to begin with as it was taken the moment things started up. Reward kept playing in his mind and he wondered what that entailed. Would he finally get the fucking of his life? Was it painful pleasure? Only time would tell, and based on how things were moving, Hongjoong was rather impatient. 

The dom leaned back, that warmth slipping away from Seonghwa leaving him cold and needy, desperate for a single touch. Once Joong sat back, he was soon grabbing and dragging Seonghwa by his legs before hiking them up and over his shoulders. That crazed smile returned, eyes flashing dangerously, and Hwa swore Hongjoong was just a demon disguised as a human, continually luring him to hell Seonghwa was so willing to go down to.

“Ever let someone eat you out, baby?” Oh god, oh fuck. He let out a soft whine, shaking his head, gathering the words to speak since the question caught him completely off guard and made his head all fuzzy with the desire to be eaten out.

“N-no… no one has ever done that to me before…” That devilish grin never disappeared.

“You’re in for a treat, bunny.” 

Bunny.

He had a noticeable reaction with his body shuddering and he let out an unabashed moan. He never delved that far into pet names and actually liked being called baby, but bunny lit something deep inside of him unlike he’s ever felt before. He was Hongjoong’s bunny, the perfect bunny for sir.

“Oh, do you like being called bunny? I can keep calling you that. My precious bunny has been so good to me.” Seonghwa didn’t even know how it was possible, but he had the urge to cum again, cock twitching violently when that little name was spoken. And Hongjoong had to know that, could see his cock dripping and red and eager to be touched, but Hwa knew his chances of an early climax were slim; he simply had to hold on. 

“Please I… I like that a lot!” Confessing earned him a sinister chuckle as Hongjoong began moving down his body and nearly folding Hwa in. 

Seonghwa was incredibly weak to someone’s lips. The spark they bring when kissing his sensitive skin made every area tingle in delight. Hongjoong’s lips were so warm, making Seonghwa gasp the more those lips cascaded all over his body. Joong sucked marks into his skin, teeth dragging down his stomach as a mix of bite marks and hickies began to blossom all over his torso. The gentlest kiss was pressed on his cock, feather-light, but there were evil intentions; Hongjoong was always up to something diabolical. 

“Ahhnng! Sir… sir! Oh fuck– fuck!” Hongjoong’s lips wrapped right around his cock, taking him in so easily since it wasn’t much in the first place. The hard suck made him buck his hips in a restricted fashion due to his minimal movement since he was practically caged in. That tongue was sinful, licking all around his cock, toying at the slit, slurping up the beads of precum that kept oozing out from constant stimulation. 

Seonghwa was in heaven. His voice elevated loudly and lewd, desperate for that sweet release he wasn’t going to get. Hongjoong brought him close to the edge, so close to toppling over into euphoric bliss only to rip it away by pulling completely off his cock with a wet pop. Those skillful lips moved lower, that dirty tongue swirling over his balls, sucking on them, making him scream in frustration.

“I-I… ah fuck! G-gonna cum, gonna cum! Hongjoong—'' The immediate sharp smack to his inner thigh made his eyes cross, yelping and whining from the stinging sensation. The burn was everything, feeling his skin heat up in that spot a delicious feel that felt good; the pain felt so good. 

“What did I fucking tell you?” Holy shit, Hongjoong’s voice lowered deeply, a harsher edge to it through gritted teeth that made a tinge of fear engulf him. “This is your final warning. Address me as I told you, I’m not repeating myself, and you better listen to me or things will get ugly very quickly.” Joong squeezed the thigh he just hit, that redness blooming into a handprint. Then that hand went up his thigh to his cock, holding onto the base with a tight squeeze to it that made him squirm in place. “Think I’ll let you cum again? You’re sorely mistaken.”

“S-s-sorry… sir, I’m so sorry! I’ll be good! I’m so, so sorry, sir!” Seonghwa felt like crying, eyes watering and he dared not look Hongjoong in the face. But he couldn’t look away and despite the fear surging in him, the expression on Joong’s face wasn’t necessarily angry, it was disappointment. 

No, he had to be good. 

Hongjoong gave him a hard stare, displeased, but slowly began to soften up the more he practically pleaded for forgiveness while his thigh received another squeeze. 

“That’s more like it. You want to be my good bunny, right? Just do as I say. You’ve been good, but I have to remind you of your place; it’s beneath me in all regards.” 

“Sorry…” He whined out as a lone tear slid down his cheeks.

“Shhh, you’re learning. You haven’t been that bad so I’ll still reward you from earlier, yeah? You want me to eat you out, bunny?” Seonghwa rolled his hips down, trying to get his poor across at how badly he wanted to be eaten out. 

“P-please, sir, please! Want it so badly!” Hwa never thought he’d beg so easily, but he proved throughout this whole experience just how easily he bends and breaks for pleasure, throwing his pride away like it never existed. 

Hongjoong was repositioning himself before diving back to where he left off. That skillful tongue licked over Seonghwa’s cock again, moving from base to tip before circling over his balls once more. Hwa kept moaning, letting Hongjoong hear and feed off his lust-filled voice Then that tongue went lower, licking further down to where Hwa only ever had his own fingers at, his perineum just as sensitive as the rest of his body. 

Hongjoong made sure Seonghwa’s hole was on display and at that very moment, being so open and vulnerable like this made Hwa feel so small compared to Hongjoong. Yet another one of his kinks being brought to light; he loved feeling so small with his partners and Joong being physically smaller than him yet towering over him like this aroused him exponentially. 

His hole clenched and unclenched around nothing, practically pulsating and eager for something to get inside of it. Seonghwa could only imagine how good it would feel to be completely filled by that amazing cock, how stretched he’d get, gaping possibly, and just the sheer thought of how hard he could get fucked played in his mind over and over again because he wanted that. 

His thoughts halted the moment that warm, wet tongue slid lower, licking a stride down between his cheeks, letting just the tip of that tongue trace over his rim. Seonghwa gasped, the feeling was new and odd, yet was better than he could hope. Hands squeezed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart for a better view as Hongjoong spat at his hole, making him mewl. This was single-handedly the dirtiest thing Hwa has ever done considering he was a rather tidy person, but when it came to sex he liked it dirty, messy, and nasty.

“Ah! H-holy shit!” That tongue flicked back and forth over his hole, pressing ever so slightly against that tight ring of muscle before he began lapping greedily against him. Seonghwa didn’t know someone could move their tongue like that, move in such a way over his hole that made his whole body tremble and every little moan he made came out in a steady staccato. 

Lips began kissing around the rim before latching onto it, giving it a hard suck that made Seonghwa wail out. Hongjoong moved his tongue and lips like a professional, making out with his hole and eating him out like he was some sort of fine dish. The feeling of being eaten out was unlike anything he’s felt before between that tongue lapping and lips kissing and sucking, it was pure ecstasy that Hwa didn’t want to stop. 

His legs wouldn’t stop shaking, his voice never quiet, and the more pressing matter was his severe need to cum again. Hongjoong never said he wasn’t necessarily allowed to cum on his own and truly he never came completely untouched before either, but that pressure was building up so much, coiling deep inside of him ready to snap. He had to be obedient, he must wait to see when Hongjoong would allow him to cum so for the time being, his trembling body continued, buzzing and yearning for that sweet climax. 

“Sound and taste so fucking good, bunny.” Hongjoong spat at his hole again, giving it a few kitten licks. “Look at me. Does it feel good?” Seonghwa didn’t even realize he had closed his eyes, too lost in how euphoric he felt, and when he slowly opened them, hooded in lust, and all he could do was whimper upon seeing that infamous crazed look in Hongjoong’s eyes.

He didn’t respond immediately, didn’t respond at all actually as comprehension was beginning to be a challenge to him. Another thigh slap brought him back immediately, causing him to moan rather than whine or wince because again, it felt good to be hit like that. 

“Answer me.” The next slap was directly on his ass and precum oozed so much out of his cock as he moaned even louder; Hongjoong seemed to discover just how much he liked it just by the way his expression changed to that of amusement. “Oh, you really do like it when it hurts, huh? Do you want me to hurt you?” Seonghwa’s head was spinning with too many jumbled thoughts. 

“Yes!” His voice was broken beyond recognition, weak and desperate and he was so gone he didn’t even know what he was responding to. He heard the word hurt and yes, yes, yes, he wanted it to hurt, wanted to feel every bit of pain Hongjoong could give him. 

“Did I break my bunny already? Are you sure you can handle me when I haven’t even put my cock inside of you yet?” 

“I-I… I…” Seonghwa wasn’t embarrassed anymore, he thrived off the idea of pain and pleasure and after he took a deep breath, pupils blowing out as he looked directly at Hongjoong between his legs and spoke “Hurt me, sir.”

To think someone like Seonghwa would be a borderline masochist would probably be a shocking discovery, and yet it was one of those sick and twisted kinks he could never really explore on his own, concealing it deep down as if someone would discover such a secret and hold it over his head. But Hongjoong was a professional dom, one who sought out pleasure for his sub, and truly, the pain was a part of the pleasure Hwa craved more than anything. 

Hongjoong seemed thrilled with his words, slowly getting out from between his legs, maneuvering to reach one of the special items he had brought over. Hwa was able to relax, but once that item came into view, relaxation was the last thing in his mind. The purpose of a riding crop was geared more towards punishment, but Seonghwa wanted to feel that stinging sensation all over his body and see marks form in the aftermath. The crop traced gently over his sides, on his outer and inner thighs and he involuntarily pressed his thigh together when it slowly ran over his weeping cock. 

“Turn over for me. Put that pretty ass in the air.” Seonghwa did as he was instructed, rolling over to his stomach and getting on his knees, arching his back into the bed to stick his ass out as an invitation. Hands fondled his cheeks, and squeezed them, jiggling the flesh before showing off his hole. Without any further words, Hongjoong dived back in, tongue and lips pressing on his hole, devouring him.

“Fuck— ahh… oh god!” Seonghwa would want to get his ass eaten out every day if Hongjoong did it because it just felt incredible. His voice wavered, so loud and wanton he pressed his face into the bed to conceal his unholy noises while he desperately gripped onto the sheets. He never knew something like this would feel as amazing as it did, bringing him so close to the edge without even touching his cock. 

A heavy hand spanked him roughly, a single slap that sent a jolt of shock up his spine, made him yell into the sheets while wiggling his ass for more. Hongjoong continued eating him out like it was all he knew how to do, making Hwa nearly collapse into the bed from all the pleasure running through him that caused him to shake in place. Another slap made him bulk, lifting his head up to scream out a moan followed by a slurred more, more, more mantra; more of that mouth, more of that hand making his ass burn red. 

Hongjoong gave one last lingering lick to his hole before sitting back again, letting Seonghwa breathe for a moment. “Color?” There goes the grounding word again, bringing him out of that deep submissive pool he had been drowning in this entire time. 

“Green, sir… so, so green!” Everything was becoming second nature for him from responding when asked something, ending his response with sir, and he would only ever obey; his entire being was nothing more than an obedient vessel for Hongjoong to use as he pleased. 

The riding crop tickled the back of his neck, moving slowly down his back which only made him arch into the bed more. His heart rate was speeding up, goosebumps forming as the excitement grew within as to what was to come. The crop ran down his sides, making him shiver as it moved lower towards his hips before landing on his ass. It didn’t strike down yet and almost felt like even now, he was being teased. 

“You want me to hurt you, bunny? Wanna be my pretty little painslut?” Oh god, oh fuck, painslut. Seonghwa heard degrading words in the past from the various porn videos he watched, but to hear it directly spoken to him, painslut, he was diving back into that pit of submission, floaty and ready to be taken fully apart.

“S-sir… want it so bad… want it to h-hurt! Please, hurt me.. wanna feel it…” He felt delirious asking for pain, so entirely unhinged with his wild request, but it was just that, a guilty pleasure he was able to indulge in. “J-just a painslut… your painslut.” The sound Hongjoong made after he said that sounded like a primal growl, possessive, low in the back of his throat, almost like a beast had just been unleashed. 

The crop soon disappeared, leaving the smallest tingle over his body before returning fully with the first strike right on his ass. Seonghwa screamed, sobbing out as another strike was on his thighs. It wasn’t spoken, but he mentally counted each strike on him, feeling the searing pain every time the crop came down on his skin. This was one of many insane fantasies that he always wanted to do and it was real now, he was in the moment where his wildest kink was being met.

The riding crop came down on his back as well, leaving mark after mark while he moaned even louder, screaming out all of the noises he was making. 

“All mine. My painslut. You belong to me only. No one else could get you like this. Getting off on the pain I give you. You love it and only I can get you like this, ruined like the desperate slut you are.” Another strike, number 15 to be exact, and the possessive words were his undoing. The ownership made his mind all fuzzy and the fact he didn’t sign the contract, at that moment it did feel as if he belonged to Hongjoong. 

The words mixed with painful pleasure caused Seonghwa to crumble right before his eyes. Hwa’s climax tore through him as he came into the sheets without warning, completely collapsing into the bed, legs shaking so badly as he began to cry. No, no, no, he was going to disappoint sir. He didn’t want Joong to look at him in such displeasure because he came without being told to do so. He didn’t want to be a bad boy, no, no, no, no— 

“No! I-I… ‘m s-sorry, sorry! Sir, I’m so sorry I—” And he outright sobbed, gasping as he continued to cry into the sheets. “I d-didn’t mean to! Sorry, I’m so sorry, sir! Don’t wanna be a bad boy… p-please for–give m-me…” His wet voice trailed off to more deep sobs and that floaty feeling was beginning to get stronger. 

He felt hands on him again, soothing hands running up his sides before a broad chest pressed against his back. The closeness grounded him again, and made his little hiccup sobs calm down as he began whining instead, trying to get his bearings back. 

“My sweet bunny, you’ve done nothing wrong. You came without touching yourself due to the pain I gave and that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re being so good. You’re still my good boy, bunny. I just made you feel so good and there’s nothing wrong with that.” The reassurance calmed Hwa down even more, letting the slight fogginess of his mind begin to dissipate.

“Good… I’m good?” He questioned to be sure.

“So good, baby. Color?” Hongjoong asked gently. 

“Green…” 

“And do you want the riding crop again?” 

“Please!” He begged. He missed the sting, missed the feeling of marks slowly forming all over his body pretty red lines that would last for days. He straightened himself up, getting back into the position he was in prior to his little breakdown as soon as Hongjoong got up from him. 

“Next time, tell me if you have to cum. Your orgasms are mine to control.” Hongjoong seemed to delve back into his own dominant mindset. “I’ll get you a ring if you don’t think you can hold your climax yourself.” 

Within the next few moments, that crop was striking along Hwa’s body again, that painful sensation feeling immaculate. This was so fucked up, but this was the most pleasure he’s ever received and it hurt just the way he wanted. He was hard again in record time and this time not only did he focus on the blinding pleasure, he did his best to not cum until he was allowed. 

About 20 more hits later, Seonghwa’s brain was mush, liquified in his skull a pleasant goo. He couldn’t think about anything else but Hongjoong, his sir treating him like he had always desired to be treated as. He was numb to the pain, could probably get off again, but god, he wanted more; he wanted Hongjoong to break him with his cock. 10 more strikes on his ass and soon hands squeezed his cheeks causing him to wince, moaning at the burning sting all over his body. 

“So fucking good,” Joong spoke, playing with his ass as Seonghwa was able to calm down and catch his breath from the intense session he just went through. The bed dipped a bit and Hwa moaned upon feeling that thick cock glide between his cheeks. His mind supplied the thought of Joong just shoving his cock into him, how painful it’d be, how good that pain would feel because Seonghwa truly wanted to be split in half by that cock. 

“Shove your cock into me… want it to hurt!” He cried out which only earned him a sharp slap to the ass. He came to realize that these kinds of slaps were because he was misbehaving and just the way Joong squeezed a cheek hard enough to bruise was telling enough he slipped up in his request. 

“Nuh-uh, don't demand anything from me. You get what I give you, when I give it to you.” Seonghwa gulped at that, feeling the raw tip of Joong’s cock press against his hole but never breaching. He squirmed in his hold, whining from the constant teasing before Hongjoong completely got off of him.

The bitter cold Hwa felt when Joong wasn’t near was the worst feeling. His body was so accustomed to his warmth that being away from him for even a second was maddening. He turned his head to see Joong put back the riding crop and vibrator he seemed to decide not to use. Hwa would never get over how sexy Hongjoong was; it wasn’t like he was a bodybuilder or anything, but he did have some muscle to him, prominent chest, legs thick with an even thicker ass on him. Also, his face was sculpted by the gods themselves, a pretty pointed nose, succulent lips, a jawline sharp, and just everything about him was so perfect.

Hongjoong soon returned back to him, moving to where he was right in front of his face with that massive cock inches away from his face. Seonghwa couldn’t remember the last time he gave head, probably only did it once so his experience in that aspect was significantly low. And maybe Joong figured as such since he didn’t just grab his head and force him down his cock. Granted, Hwa wouldn’t mind that all but he wasn’t entirely sure of his gag reflex and he didn’t want anything unforeseen to happen. 

“Ever sucked cock before?” He knew that question was coming and strangely enough, that was more embarrassing than his growing masochism. 

“Only once… and my toys sometimes but… they’re nowhere near your size.” He admitted, blushing brightly while Joong smirked down at him. 

“Then let me teach you. Such a pretty mouth it looks like it’s made to take cock.” Seonghwa let his mouth fall open, tongue folding out as if waiting for his mouth to be filled. A hand tangled into his long strands, dragging him closer to where his lips brushed against the length. 

He wasn’t that skillful, but he had a general idea of what he should do. He mouthed up and down the cock, kissing around and only using his lips to start. Soon his long tongue began swirling at the tip, gathering a bit of precum that he eagerly swallowed. He began licking more, moving his tongue base to tip, traveling over a few veins before going back up to tongue at the slit. 

“Fuck…” Hongjoong groaned and that only spurred Seonghwa on to do more because he was making Hongjoong feel good; he was being a good boy for his sir and that made his entire body tingle at the thought of pleasing him. 

Seonghwa moved his head up to encase the tip between his plush lips, sucking just a little and could feel Joong tug at his hair a bit harder, urging him on. He completely took the head into his mouth, sucking and licking over it like it was candy. Diligently, he began to take more in, more until he could feel the tip brush the back of his throat, making it spasm. He pulled back slowly to the tip before plunging back forward the same amount as before. 

Getting used to the feeling was easy and Hongjoong’s cock felt so good in his mouth with a pleasant heaviness on his tongue and the slight stretch of his lips. Hwa could feel Joong roll his hips, pressing against his throat which made him resist the temptation to gag. He could at least attempt it though, take as much down as possible because deep-throating was something he’s always wanted to learn how to do.

He set up a moderate pace of what he was able to have in his mouth before moving a bit more forward to take more down his throat. He did sputter, but he didn’t pull back, figuring out how to breathe as he kept going. He was so close to having that entire cock in his throat, but he pulled back to breathe fully, drool spilling down his chin.

“You’re better at this than you think. You’re so good, bunny. So close to taking me all down and I know you can do it.” That praise made him moan quietly, feeling as if he needed to follow through just to make Hongjoong proud. Hongjoong tapped his cock over Hwa’s face, smearing a line of precum over his cheek and lips that he licked up enthusiastically. 

Seonghwa was eager, taking in a deep breath before he started slipping Hongjoong’s cock back into his mouth. He kept going, putting down his constant urge to gag and cough since he wanted so badly to take it all into his throat. He wanted to get so used to the feeling so that he could get Joong to face fuck him, yet another thing he’s always wanted someone to do to him. 

And once he pressed his lips at Hongjoong’s pelvis, doing his best to breathe through his nose but ended up coughing a little, forcing him to pull back. Seonghwa never knew a cock could taste so good, feel so good in his mouth, and even better bulging his throat. He caught his breath before sputtering a bit, eagerly wanting Hongjoong to fuck his throat until it was sore.

“P-p-please… I wanna be g-good. Use my throat, sir, as you wish. Love your cock so much, so big! Please… ruin my throat.” He hoped begging rather than asking was a better way to go about wanting something just so he didn’t get any more warnings. Hongjoong reacted nicely to that, stroking through his dark strands before dragging him back down his cock.

The first thrust made Seonghwa gag in surprise, but he didn’t pull back because he loved it. He was held a bit more forcefully, both hands on his head as those hips continued to rock slowly, thrust shallowly in his mouth. It was accommodation, getting him used to the feeling of someone else controlling his movements of how much he can take. 

“Shit! Such a dirty fucking mouth you have. You’re gonna get so used to my cock that you won’t be able to go a day without it.” God, every time Hongjoong said something insane it made Hwa's already mushy brain break even more. To have cock every day was a dream come true; to be a personal cock sleeve would be the best job ever.

That cock was getting deeper into his mouth, brushing the back of his throat a few times before it began going further down. Seonghwa took it all, feeling his throat stretch and once again, his lips touched the pelvis but this time, he was able to last longer considering Hongjoong held him down for a few seconds while rolling his hips. Then Joong pulled him back about halfway before thrusting his hips forward, emitting a soft snack of Hwa’s lips to pelvis. 

The momentum began to build, each thrust getting harder, deeper, making Hwa take more down at once every time as he got used to the feeling. The true test was the tip nearly slipping from his mouth, Hwa tonguing it messily before Hongjoong pulled his head down his cock so fast and Hwa moaned even though he was sputtering like crazy; nothing was better than a cock down his throat. 

The pace was borderline brutal once Hongjoong really began moving, thrust so fast it felt like Seonghwa’s head was getting moved erratically back and forth. The best was when he just held Seonghwa’s head still, thrusting down his throat like it was his job and Hwa stayed moaning around him, resisting the urge to jerk off since he knew he’d get in so much trouble if he did. This was what it felt like getting that face fuck of a lifetime and Seonghwa couldn’t get enough of it, the slight choking, his jaw beginning to ache, throat constricting, drooling, tears streaming down his cheeks, and just the fact Hongjoong was in control it all felt amazing. 

Feeling completely powerless, he loved that. 

“Yes— fuck! Take me so well, such a good throat. Made for my fucking cock.” Hongjoong rasped and Seonghwa honestly wished for him to cum down his throat or even all over his face and leave him a debauched mess. 

Hongjoong kept going for a while as Seonghwa continued to elicit those grotesque, throaty sounds he was making every time his throat was full of cock. He never wanted this to stop; even with the lack of air, he loved the taste of cock too much to stop. But then Joong pulled out completely and Seonghwa felt so delirious because he didn’t realize just how much air he had lost. His mouth remained open, waiting for it to be filled again. 

“I love your cock so much, sir… so good!” He spoke fully once he got his breath under control even when his voice was thoroughly fucked. 

“Is that so? Want it inside your tight hole? You seemed so eager for it before. Just want me to shove my cock into you without any prep.” 

“Fuck yes! Love when it hurts.” He truly did love pain. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint why he liked it so much in a sexual sense, but a few times dealing pain to himself when he got off, even though minimal, it always felt so good. He couldn’t fully get too into it obviously but finally having someone to give him that pleasant pain was more than he could ever ask for. 

“Turn back over.” Seonghwa did so immediately, getting onto his back and wincing from the earlier fun from the riding crop. The marks Hongjoong left on the front of his body bloomed nicely into reddish-purple splotches, marks he knew would last for days. He spread his long legs wide open, bending them at the knee to show off his hole glistening with spit. 

Hongjoong got between his legs, pulling him in closer, towering over him with that demonic smirk upon his face. He leaned down more, closing in on Seonghwa until their lips met for the first time that night. Of course, Hongjoong was a fantastic kisser and Hwa realized just how long since the last he even kissed anyone so he was very out of practice. But as always, Hongjoong took the lead, moving his lips sensually over his, forcefully parting his lips just to plunge that amazing tongue into his mouth. The same mouth that ate his ass not too long ago was upon his and oddly enough that was such a sexy thought; he was practically tasting himself.

Something about the kiss just felt more intimate. As intense as it built up, Seonghwa couldn’t help but feel grounded by those supple lips roughly moving over his. And maybe it was the way he was held, a hand tucked under his chin to hold him still while being ravished completely. It was controlling where Seonghwa simply yielded to everything Hongjoong did to him because he wanted to be good; his goal was to always be good for him. The closeness also played into the intimate feeling, a warmth that settled in his chest as well as the warmth of Hongjoong’s body on top of his; dominance and submission could be intimate.

The kiss grew sloppier, all tongue and wet noises with short moments where their lips would smack together. Hongjoong was so good at taking, taking his breath away, taking his sanity away, and molding it into all the desires Seonghwa longed for. Hongjoong rocked down against him, gliding that thick cock against his and he instinctively rolled his hip up, a desperate whine getting caught in his throat at the feeling. He moaned graciously into the kiss, whining when Joong nibbled at his bottom lip and pulled it upon ending the kiss with a string of saliva breaking between them. They breathed into each other’s mouths, Joong looking down at him like a predatory so eager to pounce his prey.

“As much as you want me to just shove my cock into you, I’m considerate enough to prep you first. Greedy bunny let me open your tiny hole up.” Hongjoong was leaning back a little to retrieve the lube and condom. Seonghwa watch him dribble a hefty amount onto his fingers and squirmed when the cool substance dripped onto his hole too. Joong was moving down again, kissing at the marks he had left while teasingly trailing a lone wet finger down Seonghwa’s body, over his cock before just the fingertip pressed against his hole.

Seonghwa urgently rolled his hips down, a subtle whine escaping him when that finger just circled his hole without pressing in. Hongjoong loved teasing him, loved getting some sort of visceral reaction from him whereas all he did was whine and try to ride that finger. He got so caught up that he realized Joong wouldn’t just give him what he wanted so easily; he was begging for everything thus far and even now, he would beg all the same.

“P-please… want your fingers inside of me, sir. Please, please, please!” Seonghwa was breathless, getting so worked up and antsy just over wanting those fingers to plunge into him. Hongjoong chuckled, that evil lithe to his voice that Hwa had grown accustomed to by now and knew he wouldn’t get exactly what he wanted right away. It was a teasing push and pull and definitely pushed Seonghwa deeper into desperation.

Seonghwa gasped when that finger entered him, slow and curious, digging in deeper until it was all the way in. “You’re so tight, bunny. How will my cock ever fit inside of your tight, little hole?” It was mocking and Seonghwa clenched down on that finger, moaning as it began moving inside of him oh so slowly. After a little wiggling around, that finger was soon accompanied by a second one, stinging a little that only developed into pure pleasure.

“Ah yes— fuck, oh fuck!” Those fingers weren’t even moving fast or anything, but the fact something was finally inside of him made Seonghwa love whatever he received even when he yearned for so much more; if fingers were driving him crazy, he truly wondered how he was going to take Hongjoong’s cock without completely falling apart.

Those fingers began to move briskly, lube emitting a wet squelch only accented by Seonghwa’s loud voice. He couldn’t stop squirming. Those fingers held some sort of magic, pleasuring him more than his own fingers ever have. They were a little smaller than his, but they managed to graze against spots easily, and professionally, and Seonghwa was on cloud 9 just from being fingered like this. More of that cool substance dribbled onto his hole and fingers as a third finger began to nudge into him.

“Oh god!” Truly, Hwa only ever used two of his own fingers when he prepped himself since his toys weren’t so big, but three fingers were damn near overwhelming despite the movement slowing down just to ease him in. The stretch was new, a pleasant sting of his hole opening more for the biggest thing he’s ever had inside of him. Those fingers fan out slightly, stretching him a little more before a rapid pace started up, those fingers thrusting in him roughly. Three fingers probably equated closer to the size of his toys, but this was just prep and Seonghwa couldn’t wait to be completely filled with cock soon enough.

A certain curl of those fingers made his back arch off the bed, screaming out a surprised yelp when a spot inside of him was pressed against. He never reached this spot before, always too impatient and horny to care, but holy fuck, it felt so good.

“Never reached your prostate before, huh? I’ll give you a taste.” Then those fingers never left that wonderful spot, gliding against it so much as an immense amount of pleasure flooded through all his senses so fast. His moans were so lewd, pornographic even as he began to tremble so badly, feeling his climax build exponentially.

“Ahnng— I-I— fuck! I’m s-so close, sir, so close, please!” As soon as he said that, Joong’s other hand went straight to his cock, squeezing the base and preventing him from reaching his climax.

“If my fingers make you this desperate, how will you be able to take my cock? You’re not cumming until I want you to cum. I’ll hold you on edge for as long as I want.” All Seonghwa could do was whimper, such a pathetic sound bursting out of him.

That urge to cum was prevalent, and yet it was constant pressure building inside of him, more and more but not being released. He had never been edged before and the thrill of it urged him to be strong and hold out for as long as he could. It was overwhelming, those fingers never giving him a chance to rest as they kept striking the sweetest spot inside of him.

“Ah-ah fuck! T-too much… please— hnng! P-please, sir! I-I… I can’t!” 

“No. You can take it, I know you can, baby.” God, Seonghwa didn’t think he could. The pressure was becoming painful, his cock so hard he knew one small touch would make him cum on the spot, but that hand tightly around the base of it prevented him from reaching his climax. 

Soon he was empty and that hand around the base of his cock was gone. He couldn’t relax really, so wound up just to be left shaking and frustrated because all the pleasure just disappeared. Those fingers tapped at his hole, making him practically squirm away because he had grown so sensitive to every little touch. He already had a taste of what it felt like to cum at the hands of Hongjoong, those same hands that restricted his climax all the same and it was maddening, but he had to be good; he could be rewarded again for being good. 

Those wonderful digits pressed into him again and he moaned, clenching down on them while eagerly moving his hips as if to ride them. As much as the pressure was growing inside of him, making that edge closer and closer, the feeling of fullness was something he wanted to never be without. He was fighting with pleasure, wanting more while also pulling away because it got too much especially when those fingers found his prostate again. 

His mind felt fuzzy, eyes becoming just as hazy, rolling in their sockets while those rough fingers abused his hole. This alone felt better than when he used his toys and mainly just the fact it was someone else doing it made this experience purely pleasurable; Hwa didn’t think he could let anyone else do this to him or even use his silly toys ever again, not when Hongjoong was already ruining him. 

Another intense fingering session left him withering, cock profusely dripping precum, borderline turning purple from how hard he was without being able to release. As before, those fingers soon left him empty, left him babbling how much he needed them back inside of him, but those fingers only danced over his swollen cock, making him twitch and sob for more. 

“S-sir, please… please, please, please!” He truly was broken, nothing but a brainless slut for cock, yearning for it like it was all he ever needed in his life.

“Baby, you know you gotta tell me what you want. I’m no mind reader.” Hongjoong was cruel, Seonghwa knew that, but he figured he’d be impatient enough to fuck him, clearly he was wrong. 

The essence of control. Hongjoong could force him into any position and Seonghwa would be oh so diligent about being in it, but Joong would rather make him beg for it, put him down so deep in utter submission like he had been in this whole time, only this time, it was an underlying command; Hongjoong wanted a clear and concise answer and Hwa was scrambling through his mind for the words to profess just how much he yearned to be fucked like the slut he was. Slut in theory turned slut in reality.

“Please fuck me! God, I need your cock inside me so badly… use me like a toy, use me until I break, I’m just a hole for you, sir. Wreck me please!” His longing was within reach, all his fantasies coming to light before him he could almost taste it. Seonghwa was already enjoying the experience and all the things they’d done thus far, but the finale was close, he was just mere moments away from feeling that delicious cock inside of him. 

Hongjoong seemed amused by his words, humming in delight as he reached over for the condom and lube. Seonghwa had half a brain to beg Joong to forgo the condom altogether because just the sheer thought of being filled with cum made him feel dizzy. He let out a little whine when the condom came into view, knowing Joong probably wouldn’t like the whining for attention, but he really wanted to feel that warm cum inside of him instead of through thin latex.

And he was right. The once amused look quickly changed to annoyance, eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised like this was a challenge. “All that cute begging and now you wanna whine about something?” Hongjoong soon loomed over him, a hand gathering in his hair before yanking him closer causing Seonghwa to wince, whimpering at the sharp pain. “Whine one more time for something and I'll give you something to whine about.”

 Jesus fucking christ. 

Seonghwa immediately straightened himself up, licking over his drying lips as he looked up at Hongjoong with pleading eyes. “Cum…” It was a quick answer that his brain supplied before the rest of his words caught up to him. “W-wanna feel your cum inside of me, sir. Please, I-I wanna feel it!” Hongjoong was going to give him whiplash from the way his expressions change so much. It didn’t take much, either acting up or following his orders caused quick reactions that left Seonghwa speechless. That amused look appeared again, a confident smirk so evil it made Hwa gulp as that hand slid down to caress his cheek. 

“Aw, does my bunny want to be bred full of my cum?” Oh, that sent Seonghwa shooting into the atmosphere. Bunny was already breaking his mind every time he heard it, but breeding? A new kink was unlocked, being added to the roster of new discoveries and Hwa felt so entirely dirty and yet Hongjoong was the one who was filling his head with such nasty thoughts. 

“Fuck yes! Please breed me! Wanna be so full of your cum, sir… please, please!” His arousal was amped up tenfold. He needed cock, he needed cum, and he especially needed Hongjoong to absolutely destroy him. 

Hongjoong was soon sitting back from him once more, grabbing for the lube before lathing up his throbbing cock. All Seonghwa could do was watch him, mesmerized by the size as Joong lazily stroked himself. He really couldn’t get over how big that cock was, not necessarily inhumane, but long and thick, and he was determined to take it all. If he could take it all down his throat, he could fit it inside his eager hole.

Hwa thought about it, and Hongjoong had been hard the entire time, but not once reached an orgasm; his endurance was immaculate and also it was known that he was all about pleasuring his sub no matter what which in hindsight meant he was delaying his own pleasure. Though, Hwa figured how absolutely fucked up he was probably was very pleasurable to Joong who got him like this in the first place. 

Hongjoong was caging him in again, legs thrown over his shoulders as he got close enough to glide his cock between his cheeks. Fuck, it felt so heavy and thick, teasing his hole so much without pressing in. There was pressure applied but not enough to breach only sliding back down his hole. 

“Color?” Seonghwa could hear the smirk in his voice, knew Joong was toying with him, and yet he didn’t wait for another second to respond.

“Green! Fuck, please! I need it! Please, please fuck me!” He was grinding down on that cock so much, doing whatever he could to get it inside of him so he could feel that blissful stretch at long last. 

The moment Hongjoong officially started pressing his cock into him, Seonghwa swore he saw heaven, the pearly gates even when he was in the midst of something so sinful. He couldn’t even make a sound, nothing but a silent scream when that thick cock stretched him more than he’s ever felt. Just the head was almost too much even when there were so many inches to go. 

“Fuck, bunny… still so tight!” Hwa found his voice again, breaking out a moan when Hongjoong gave shallow thrusts inside of him. It was unlike anything he felt before, feeling like he was getting split in half in the most pleasant way possible. His toys never felt this good and he didn’t know how he’d ever be able to go back to using them when a cock this big was making him so dumb already.

“Ah-ah fuck!”

Hongjoong would pull out completely, rub the tip of his cock along his hole before pressing just the head in again. The gesture was driving him crazy, making Hwa begin rocking down to get more inside of him. And Hongjoong just laughs at him, seeing how pathetic and desperate he could get for his cock and Seonghwa already lost all his pride and dignity along the way; he truly was becoming the sub he strived to be. 

Each inch stretched his hole more, deeper and deeper that cock went until Hwa was completely full. He had never felt this full. Seonghwa couldn’t stop shaking and Hongjoong actually held him through his constant trembling, feeling that cock to the hilt.

“Hhh— fuck! Oh… oh my god… s-so f-fucking full!” He could barely comprehend anything else, thoughts fleeing away from everything except for the thick cock so deep inside of him. And Hongjoong didn’t move just yet, accommodating him to such size by just rocking against him. It was insane, but he swore he could feel it in his lower stomach, but that couldn’t be possible right? 

“God, you feel fucking amazing, baby. Taking me all in just like I was made for you.” While inside, Hongjoong angled up, actually pressing against his stomach and Seonghwa cried out, feeling Hongjoong’s hand press right on that spot. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“Feel me here? You like me this deep inside of you?” It was incredibly overwhelming feeling something so deep inside of him, reaching a point he didn’t think was possible and all Seonghwa could do was tremble, panting so much as that cock began to slowly pull out of him. 

That cock slipped nearly all the way out, just the tip clinging to his hole, grinding, teasing before pressing back in all the way making Seonghwa breathe out a low fuck when he was so full again. The pace started slow and deep, getting him used to the feeling, building up that burning coil inside of him as all he could do was let out long, drawn-out moans upon feeling every inch go in and out of him so languidly. 

Seonghwa amazed himself by being able to take such length inside of him, letting it stretch his hole much past its limits and it felt so fucking good it was becoming addicting; Hongjoong’s cock was all he ever needed. The long, subtle thrusts kept going, kept him needy for more because he knew this wasn’t even half of what Hongjoong could truly give, didn’t even scrape the surface on how wild this could get.

“Ah shit… fuck— More! Mmmm fuck! I-I…hnng— fuck me harder! Sir, p-please harder!” He had grown insatiable. It was another push to get Hongjoong to just fuck the absolute shit out of him. He wanted Hongjoong to lose that well-mannered control, to fuck him like a toy until he couldn’t take it. And truly that was all it took, begging was all he needed to do to get Hongjoong to yield to him, and in a moment when he had no control at all, he had just a minimal taste of power. 

Hongjoong was pulling all the way out again, his cock dragged over Hwa’s hole as he soon rested a hand on his throat. There was that beast, that demon that had consumed Hongjoong and Seonghwa was fortunate enough to unleash it fully as he bared his neck more so the hand around it would simply squeeze. He barely had time to whine about the lack of fullness because he was soon filled with cock with one hard thrust making him choke out a moan as that hand on his throat applied a bit of pressure.

The look in Hongjoong’s eyes while he fucked him was so possessive like he was the only one that ever mattered and Joong showed it by the way he began moving. Each thrust was powerful, jolting Hwa’s entire body, slamming against his ass so hard the skin-slapping sound emitted throughout the entire room. Not only was each thrust brutal, but the speed at which Hongjoong moved was godly, thrusting like a jackhammer, showing him absolutely no mercy. 

The slight angle change made Seonghwa see stars, feeling blissful places being touched every time he was filled with cock—

“Sir! Ah-Ahnng fuck there! Please, please, please— oh god… right there!” Once that cock hit his prostate he was a goner. He never felt something so blissful in his life, a pleasure center that sent euphoria throughout his entire body. His back arched, eyes rolling back, and he screamed when Hongjoong began grinding right on that delicate spot. 

Seonghwa couldn’t help himself. He reached a hand down and began stroking his cock vigorously, completely lost in pleasure that he didn’t realize his actions had consequences. Hongjoong yanked his hand away from his cock, grabbed his other one, and pinned them both above his head with one hand. The other hand placed a sharp slap on Hwa’s face and—

Oh.

Oh, the pain.

His head got knocked to the side and he moaned probably the loudest he had thus far. That hand soon returned to his throat, squeezing rough enough that it was slightly harder to breathe. 

“Don’t fucking test me.” Hongjoong drew back his cock just to thrust back in roughly and Seonghwa could barely make a sound besides a heaving moan from the lack of air. “I can take all your pleasure away right now, don’t fucking touch yourself again.” The sting on his cheek felt so good. He wanted another slap, he wanted a handprint to form on his face, to brand him like all the other marks along his body. 

“Fuck! I’m s-sorry, sir…” Then he couldn’t stop the next words from water falling out of him. Even though he lacked air he couldn’t help himself. “A-again… pl-ease slap m-me a-g-gain!” He really was a masochist. He couldn’t get over that delicious sting on his cheek and he wanted it again, he wanted to hurt. 

The thrusts started back up ruthlessly and Seonghwa could soon breathe again despite each breath getting fucked out of him. A few slaps were placed on his cheek, not as hard as the initial slap, but hard enough to feel something and Seonghwa loved it. He could feel the burn on his cheek blossom in wonderful pleasure and that plus getting the fucking of his life was making him so dizzy in lust. 

Hongjoong stayed pounding him for a while, not once stopping or slowing down, and just kept ramming his hips against him like a feral animal. That was until he did stop, giving one last hard thrust and holding it in deeply which caused Hwa to pant and tremble so badly before that cock drew out of him. Within moments, he was manhandled onto his stomach, strong hands bruisingly gripping his hips, dragging him up to position him with his ass high in the air. 

That cock sank back into him harshly, feeling somehow even deeper than before as that rapid pace was brought back. Seonghwa was completely cock drunk, giving into the addiction of cock so easily he didn’t think he could be without it for a single day, not when he could get fucked like this all the time to where he was screaming. He didn’t think it was even possible to get fucked this hard, but now that he got to endure it, he wanted to get this treatment all the time; to be used like a cock sleeve forever. 

And Hongjoong just had a fantastic cock. Not only was it big, but just the fluid motion he had was so damn mind-boggling good. Once that cock started aiming for his prostate again, that overwhelming feeling was coming back with the need to orgasm building inside of him as before. He gripped at the sheets, practically buckling in but with the tight hold Hongjoong had on him, he was forced to stay up. 

He didn’t realize it, but he was clawing at the bed like he was trying to get away from the pleasure because it was just too much even when it felt beyond amazing. His body could only take so much though, quaking so bad, his voice becoming hoarse all the while Joong pounded into him like a madman. His squirming earned him a slap to the ass, a tighter hold on his hips as he was forcefully brought back onto that hard cock. 

“Thought you could handle it bunny? My cock feels so good it’s making you all dumb that you can’t even last.” Seonghwa could barely comprehend the humiliating words, didn’t even have time to say anything before every single word that came to the tip of his tongue got lost in another screamed-out moan upon getting dragged roughly onto Hongjoong’s cock. “You’re gonna fucking take it until I’m done with you.” 

Seonghwa was obscene, so fucked out he couldn’t even formulate words anymore. He just took it, took the merciless onslaught that he had craved for so desperately; he was testing his own limits, seeing just how long he could last until he came or passed out, whichever happened first. All he could do was cry on Hongjoong’s cock, tears of pleasure streaming down his face while drool added to the mess of the sheet beneath him.

To think he’d get this far was honestly laughable, but Seonghwa was finally living in the reality he always wanted to experience. He wasn’t your typical nerd. Nerds don’t seek out a dominant to get fucked like this, but here Seonghwa was, reveling in his own fantasy come to life, and getting his hole ruined by a fantastic cock. A dumb little fucked out smile formed on his face; he was so gone. 

The fact Hongjoong could last this long when Seonghwa already came twice was godly, a stamina unlike anything else and Hwa held on for the ride. His mind was growing so numb, his body was engulfed in flames as his orgasm was teetering so much on the edge at every wild thrust. His mouth formed that infamous O when his prostate was being abused, staccato, puffed-out moans constantly flowed out of him, eyes rolling and crossing from all the euphoria. 

Seonghwa lasted until the very end, lasting so long as he began to feel Hongjoong’s insane thrust becoming sloppy, erratic, still brutal, but moved like he was chasing his orgasm finally. His voice was an indicator too. His soft grunts were becoming louder, groaning out while his hips kept going at a blistering speed. Hwa was screaming again, feeling that boiling point upon him, but he wanted to be a good boy; he wouldn’t cum unless he was told to. 

“P—ahhh! Please! B-breed… hhhng, breed me! Oh god— fuck! Breed… ah— your bunny, sir!” His words were so slurred, completely garbled between his moans, but Hongjoong seemed to understand him, leaning over him as his thrusts began to falter. 

“Oh shit! G-gonna breed you so fucking full, bunny— fuck! You can cum, you deserve it for being so fucking good.” 

That was all Seonghwa needed. 

His orgasm hit him like a train, feeling like every ounce of pleasure he had was getting released out of him. He shook violently, losing control of his body as he collapsed into the bed, wailing out as he had the longest climax in his entire life. He didn’t know when he’d stop cumming or when the endorphins would stop wracking through his body, but he was incredibly blissed out, heaving out his noises as Hongjoong kept going. 

Seonghwa didn’t know how possible it was, but he felt like he was going to pass out. His vision was getting spotty, eyes getting heavier, whole body going rigid, and reality was slipping from his grasp. 

He got to feel that warm cum filling him soon enough while hearing swear words leaving Hongjoong’s mouth. He gasped, feeling every last drop fill him to the brim that he could feel it leak around the cock so fucking deep inside of him. Joong worked them through their climaxes, slowly grinding his cock inside of Hwa which only tipped him further into that mind field of pleasure. 

Seonghwa let out one fine whimper before he was overtaken by darkness, body going limp, eyes falling closed as he blacked out in an euphoric haze.

—

When Seonghwa woke back up, he felt a warm, weighted blanket on him. He was cleaned up from the mess he had become but could feel every bit of pain strike through him the moment he moved a muscle. It felt like he had been through the wringer, pain shooting up his spine along with the small marks left from all the glorious hits he received. It was a little uncomfortable, but he felt so satisfied with this outcome. 

“Hey, baby, are you okay?” Hongjoong’s voice was the gentlest he had ever heard it. He winced when he tried to turn toward him, giving up his efforts as he just stayed as he was.

“Don’t think I can walk anymore.” He spoke first, chuckling softly as he cleared his fucked out throat. “I’m better than okay. This was exactly what I always wanted.” Soon Hongjoong came into view, smiling at him like he was his entire world like he was hung in the stars.

“You did so well. You were everything I could ever ask for. Can I touch you?” Hongjoong asked and Seonghwa nodded his head knowing they were delving out of the scene so he didn’t have to directly respond. Hongjoong caressed his cheek before that hand soothingly ran down his side, comforting touches that made Seonghwa feel grounded and safe. He also gave him some water, to soothe his dry throat.

“Thank you for everything, Hongjoong. I’ve never done anything like this and it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced. You were so perfect.” He was smiling too, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside despite just getting fucked raw and passing out. 

“No, you were perfect.” Hongjoong placed a short kiss on his forehead, sitting down beside him while he kept those soft touches up. “We still have so much more to discuss, but I’m so serious when I say I don’t think I could ever find a submissive like you. And this is not me forcing you into anything, but you’re truly everything I want in a sub. The decision is obviously yours, but I thought I’d at least be truthful with you. I had an amazing time with you, Seonghwa.” 

The words settled deep in his mind; Hongjoong wanted him to be his sub. 

Seonghwa was afraid of the commitment at first, worried that they wouldn’t sync well together or primarily for the sake of trusting one another. Trust was such a huge thing when it came to doing things like this, and just the way Hongjoong treated him in their scene, he honestly trusted him with his life. They weren’t just in sync, they were connected, some sort of bond that resonated between them that made it so easy for both of them to feed off each other.

His hesitation at first was well warranted, but now, Seonghwa felt so safe, so comfortable with Hongjoong. Even now when the scene was over, Hwa wasn’t entirely sure what he’d expect especially since he passed out from all the pleasure, but Hongjoong was there with him, taking care of him, making sure he was okay after everything and that made him feel good.

“I truly and considering your agreement so much I’ll sign the contract right now.” He spoke confidently. “I trust you more than anything. You let me live through every fantasy I had and now you’re taking care of me. This is more than I could ask. I never considered actually having a dom, but you’ve opened my eyes to the possibilities. I’d be more than happy to be your sub.” A whole new realm of pleasure was opened up right before him and he was excited to embark on more aspects of it with Hongjoong.

“Then we have more discussion to do, but rest a little first. We can go to your or my place to have a more private conversation about everything and how we want our relationship to go. Also, get everything written up on paper so we always have a reference.” Hongjoong’s smile could put the sun to shame. “I’m excited to talk to you about it. I’ve been to a lot of play parties and just never found the right person for me and you came here on a whim. Fate is crazy that way.”

“I guess I’m glad my friend pushed me into this direction—” Speaking of which, “Shit! I bet Woo is worried sick about me. Where’s my phone—” Seonghwa began moving a bit too much and searing pain ripped through, incapacitating him and his ability to move anymore.

“I’ll get it for you.” Joong retrieved his phone for him as Hwa ushed a soft thank you to him. He messaged Wooyoung who left a lot of voicemails and texts about how he was planning his funeral while also saying other silly things about taking all his expensive stuff. He told Woo that he was fine and that he’d explain the detail later.

For now, though, Seonghwa basked in the afterglow, enjoying Hongjoong’s soft company and feeling giddy for the fact he’d actually have a professional dominant as his own. He was excited for what this new adventure would bring, to live the life of a submissive, and maybe more could come out of this, who knew, but either way, Hongjoong would be his. Most importantly, he was Hongjoong’s.