The List 4/?
Title: The List 4/? This chapter contains public sex, toys and master/sub play
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, man, if they were mine, Jae would always wear a cock ring.
Summary: Jung Yunho is perfect. Class president, athletic, attractive. But Yoochun swears he's got to have a kink or something. Jaejoong learns a little too well just what kind of a crazy bastard Yunho can be.
A/N: This fic is for samui_sakura. It is her birthday! And she wanted Jaejoong tied up ... He will be, darling, don't you worry. For a visual, go to her LJ and see ...
A/N Part 2: I'm going out of town again in about .. 2 hours. and I will be on a mini hiatus for the rest of the week. This is to tide you over until I get back. Hopefully it's kinky enough.
Poster credit goes to my darling Yu for not only making it but helping me think up all the kinky things to go on it! *huggles you* thank you darling! ♥♥♥
Part 4:
Jaejoong twists his neck, eyes shut as the muscles stretch. The black choker around his neck slips up and over his Adam’s apple. It tightens for a moment, and Jae’s mouth opens in a silent moan. His body is so pleasantly sore.
“Well, you look incredibly fucked,” Yoochun says and sits next to him.
Jae smiles. “Oh, yeah.”
“Details.”
“Right here?” Jae says, waving his hand around the classroom. “I don’t think so.”
Yoochun’s finger traces over the black cloth on his neck. “This is new.”
Jae nods.
“Any other new toys on you right now.”
Jae smirks. “There is a chain connecting my nipple piercings to the one in my navel. He wants me to pierce my cock so he can connect that too without a cock ring.”
“God, that’s hot. I want details, now. Let’s ditch class.”
“I can’t. Yunho told me to come to class.”
“He your master already then?”
Jae shrugs. “For now, yeah. We’ll see how it goes, but I’m not about to disobey him after one day.”
“Just tell me this. How many times did you come?”
“Actually coming, or dry orgasms, too?”
“Actually coming.”
“Five.”
“Fuck. Dry?”
“Have no idea.”
Yoochun whistles.
Jae smirks. “Jealous?”
“Maybe a bit. Did you even sleep?”
“Yeah, at about two this morning when he finally decided he’d need some sleep before his Mandarin test today.”
“Hard core beast, isn’t he?”
Jae meets Yoochun’s eyes and says, “You have no idea.”
“Because you won’t tell me.”
Jae’s phone vibrates. He fishes it out of his pocket.
Master = hello my pet, are you in class? =
Pet + yes, master +
Master = *pouts* too bad. When are you done today? =
Pet + at two, master +
Master = do you have a break? =
Jaejoong smirks. He shows the text to Yoochun before sending his last reply.
Pet + a half hour at noon when I usually eat lunch +
Master = I’ll give you more than enough to swallow, pet. =
Jaejoong shivers.
Master = Meet me in the study room on the top floor of the Union =
Pet + yes, master +
“Can I be there and watch?” Yoochun asks.
Jae shakes his head. The teacher calls the class to order.
Yunho wants to meet in a study room? What is he planning? Jaejoong tries to remember the list he marked, but it is all such a haze of lust. Wasn’t ‘public sex’ on there? Jaejoong can’t remember. Not that he cares. He spends the rest of his morning trying to control his erection as the anticipation grew.
As soon as his management class is over, Jaejoong practically runs to the Union. The chains connecting his nipples are not loose, and each movement pulls them taut. The study room on the top floor is split into two parts by a wall with a gas fireplace. Windows wrap around two walls, but it is three stories up, so only if you are standing against the window will anyone below be able to see you. Both sides have tables and couches and chairs for students to work and sleep. It is one of Jaejoong’s favorite places on campus.
Nervous, he enters the room. There is one person sitting at a couch, reading a book. He doesn’t look up as Jaejoong walks through to the other side.
Yunho is sitting on a couch that had been flipped around, its back facing the windows. Jaejoong shuffles around the couch. He drops his bag, and then kneels, head lowered until he remembers Yunho’s instructions and looks up. Yunho is wearing a light blue, plaid button-up shirt and dark gray jeans. His eyes are amused, his smile obscene. Jaejoong grips his wrist behind his back, trying to control the shivering of his body.
Yunho smiles at him, reaches forward and traces his finger over his cheeks. He says nothing for almost a full minute. Jae shivers under his touch.
“Hello, my darling.”
“Hi, master,” Jaejoong whispers.
Yunho leans forward and kisses him briefly. “Strip.”
Jae eyes go wide and his gaze flicks to the wall separating the two parts to the room.
Yunho smirks. “It’s incredibly important that you stay quiet right now,” he whispers. “Stand up and strip.”
Shaking, Jae stands up. He pulls his t-shirt over his head while kicking off his shoes. Yunho snags the chain between his piercings and tugs. Jae’s eyes shut and his hand falters on his belt for a moment. He slips his jeans off.
“No need to be a slob, Jaejoong. Fold them nicely.”
Jae nods and folds them in half and then in half again before laying them on the couch. Yunho raises an eyebrow and Jae moves to where he’d thrown his t-shirt and folds it as well. He takes off his boxers and adds them to the pile.
“Turn around.”
Jae obeys and then shivers when Yunho spreads his butt cheeks. When a warm tongue licks at his entrance, Jae has to grip his own thighs and bite down on his lower lip to stay quiet. Yunho’s hand presses against his back and Jae leans forward, hands on his knees for support.
“You are so beautiful,” Yunho whispers before licking him again. “I wish I had made you wear a butt plug all day.”
A single finger slips into his body and Jae cuts off his moan when there is no resistance. The lubed finger pushes all the way in and then stays. Yunho’s other fingers spread over his ass. His other hand runs up and down the back of Jae’s thighs.
Jae is doing his best not to make any noise. He has no idea if that other guy in the room has left, or if others came in. But in a minute, he knows he’s going to start moaning.
Yunho rotates his finger once, and then removes it. He grips Jaejoong’s hips and pulls him to the couch.
“You were such a naughty bottom yesterday,” Yunho whispers.
“I’m sorry, master.”
“Over my knees, pet.”
Jae meets his eyes in confusion, but he does not want to upset Yunho again. It’s awkward, but he drapes himself over Yunho’s lap, hands on the floor. He can’t quite kneel or put his feet down for support. His leg pushes against the couch to steady himself. He’s shivering, eyes shut, and he can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or excitement.
A startled cry escapes his mouth when Yunho spanks him.
Definitely embarrassment. Another thought of someone in the room disappears as Yunho spanks him again.
“Such a naughty boy,” Yunho says. He rubs Jaejoong’s ass for a moment and then spanks him again. Jae bites on his lip again, each smack pulling a louder whimper from his throat. He loses count after fifteen as the lust in his brain clashes with the pain. He tries to hump Yunho’s body and his cock scrapes across the harshness of Yunho’s jeans.
“On your knees, naughty pet, ass in the air.”
Body quivering, Jaejoong does as he’s told, cradling his head on his bent arms. Something nudges his body and Jae whimpers, twisting his hips.
“Eager for it, baby?”
“Please, master. Please.”
“What do you want, Jaejoong pet?”
“Your … your cock. Please. Fuck me.”
“Soon.”
Whatever toy Yunho has is shoved into his unprepared body. Jae bites his arm to stifle his scream. Yunho pats his ass when the plug is firmly in place. Jae freezes when the hiss of a belt leaving the loops echoes through the room.
“Y-yu-yunho,” Jae mutters, voice scared.
“Too much?”
“No, b-but people and …”
“Trust me.”
Jae shuts his eyes and nods. “I trust you, master.”
The first lash of the belt lands on his lower thighs. Again, Jae has to bite his arm to keep from moaning. His body shakes after each strike, the large plug jerks inside him. His cock is so hard.
“M-master, master!” Jae whines as he feels an orgasm weaving through him.
“Yes, my beautiful pet?”
“I … come … please, I’m coming.”
“Roll over,” Yunho says and Jaejoong does immediately. He winces as his sore back and ass land on the carpet of the room.
“Grab your ankles and spread your legs.”
Jaejoong does, as much as he can. Yunho kneels next to him, the belt still in his hand. He runs his hand over Jae’s skin and then lands short strikes up and down his inner thighs and over the curves of his ass. Jae throws his head back and grinds out a whimper from between his teeth. The sting is heavenly, twisted, and painful. His cock thrums with the need to come. He knows he’s whining, verbally begging, but nothing registers but the feel of pleasure through his skin.
Yunho grabs the plug and violently fucks him with it. Completely in and out. The wide middle of the toy stretches Jaejoong open. His other hand slides up Jae’s sweaty torso and latches onto the chain. He yanks, and Jaejoong hisses as his nipples are stretched.
“More, please, master, please.”
Yunho jerks on the chain again and again, keeping time with the toy moving in and out of Jae’s body. His orgasm rushes through him, and Jae tries to stammer a warning, but it’s lost in a cry. At the last moment, Yunho’s hand covers Jaejoong’s mouth and Jae screams into it, body jerking as he pumps come onto his stomach.
Yunho teases Jae’s quivering hole with the toy before carefully removing it.
“Thank you for letting me come, master,” Jae manages to whisper.
Yunho chuckles. “You’re welcome, pet.” He runs his fingers through the come on Jae’s body, and then takes his finger and traces the edge of Jae’s entrance. “I want to see your ass dripping with come,” Yunho says and leans forward to lick it up.
Jae whimpers, the hold on his legs loosening.
“Clean up your come with your fingers and mouth, baby. And hurry up. I’m going to run out of time.”
Jae lets go of his legs, letting them fall weakly to the ground. His knees stay bent as he scoops up puddle after puddle of come and licks his fingers clean.
After the last bit, Yunho straddles his body and kisses him deeply. “I was expecting your safe word after the first few lashes,” Yunho whispers. “You continue to surprise me and I love it.”
“I … l-love it, too,” Jae says. “Pain is … I love pain.”
“I can tell. Come on. We’re going to go play on a table.”
“Yunho, what …”
“I told you to trust me, didn’t I?”
Jae lowers his eyes and nods. “Yes, master, I’m sorry.”
Yunho stands up. “Kneel.”
Jaejoong does. Yunho takes the belt from the floor and loops it around the cloth at Jae’s neck, tugging on it to test its give. He nods, satisfied and leads Jae around the couch to the middle of the study room. Jae suddenly realizes that Yunho still has all of his clothes on, though his pants are undone and his cock is free. Heat fills his skin as he follows Yunho to one of the round study tables.
“Climb up, pet. Lay over it, on your stomach, legs spread.”
Jae shakes harder. He uses the chair to climb onto the table. The cool table top presses against his warm skin. He turns his head and pushes his face against it. There’s a sound of clothes rustling, and then Yunho’s hands spread his ass open again. Yunho pulls Jae’s body to the edge of the table until his feet are spread wide and planted on the floor. Jae whines when the head of Yunho’s cock brushes against his hole.
“Two options, my pet. Your class starts in five minutes. You’ve already come once, and you can leave and go to class, or you can stay here and let me fuck you until I’m done with you.”
Jae lets out a breathy laugh as he tries to push back on Yunho’s cock. “Hardly a choice, master. Please fuck me. Fuck me until you’re done with me.”
“It’s important for you to go to class, Jaejoong.”
Jae whines. “P-please.”
“Tell me why I should.”
Jae shuts his eyes as Yunho’s cock continues to rub up and down his crack. His brain is fried with pleasure, but this is one of those moments where he has to be careful with what he says.
“Please, master. You … you haven’t come yet.”
“I don’t need to come, pet.”
Wrong thing. Fuck. Jae tries again, gasping as only the head of Yunho’s cock breaches his entrance. Jae’s own cock is still hard and pressed against the underside of the table.
“Master, I … it doesn’t matter if I want to go to class or have you fuck me. I’m yours. Please, master, all yours. Only what you want matters.”
Yunho thrusts into his body. Jae cries out, fingers gripping the edge as Yunho moves inside him without stopping or pausing. With every thrust, Jae’s cock slides on the underside of the table. Jae’s knees weaken, and he can barely hold himself up as Yunho fucks him. An incessant whine thrums through his throat and echoes around the room. The thought of someone seeing of hearing no longer matters to Jaejoong.
Yunho growls and pulls out. Jae whines. The collar is tugged and Jae scrambles to follow it. Yunho spanks him again, and says, “Over this table.” It’s shorter, like a coffee table and Jae arches over it. His hands can’t quite reach the floor after being bent over it. Yunho uses his leg to pry Jae’s legs apart and then his cock is thrusting into Jaejoong’s body again, harsh, violent. The belt is still wrapped in Yunho’s hand and he tugs on it, pulling the collar tight around Jae’s throat. Jae gasps around it, vision spotty, as another orgasm quickly coils through him.
“M-master-“
“Don’t you dare come again, Jaejoong. Not yet.”
Jae whines, but shuts his eyes tightly and tries to stave off his orgasm. It’s so hard. Yunho’s cock is so large and stretching him so much and the collar is digging into his neck when Yunho pulls on it. Everything about the moment is so wrong, but nothing can make it better for Jaejoong.
Yunho’s breath falters. His grip tightness on both the belt and Jae’s ass, fingers digging into the sore skin.
“Mast-ter.”
“Jae, don’t.”
Jae whimpers again as his orgasm threatens. Yunho’s body shakes and warm come pumps into him as his movements falter. Yunho takes a few deep breaths and then his heat moves away from Jaejoong. Jae takes a deep breath of relief as his orgasm drops from right there to impending.
“On your knees, pet,” Yunho says.
With difficulty, Jaejoong obeys. He meets Yunho’s smirk.
Yunho holds out the plug. “Put it inside you.”
Jaejoong takes it and brings it to his mouth, wrapping his lips and tongue around it. Yunho tugs on the belt. “I meant in your ass, darling.”
Jae grins around the toy and then moves it behind him. His eyes shut with a moan as the toy is sucked into his body. Something snaps around his hard cock and he whimpers in disbelief. Yunho pats his cheek. “After my last class, I am going to come to your dorm room and when I get there, I want you tied up, restrained, ringed up and with this plug in your ass, understand?”
Jae nods.
“I want you to take a shower, but you are not allowed to come until I make you.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good. Now, get dressed. There’s only so long this room can stay locked before someone comes with a key wondering why.”
Jae looks up at him in confusion.
“I told you to trust me,” Yunho says. “The guy in the other room when you showed up was my friend Sungmin. He left as soon as you were out of sight and locked the door.”
Jae smiles.
Yunho uses the belt to make Jaejoong stand. He grips Jae’s ringed cock and strokes him while they kiss. He undoes the belt and puts it back through the loops of his pants. He tucks himself into his boxers.
“See you in a little while,” Yunho says. After another brief kiss, he leaves.
Jae stands there, in the middle of the room, naked with his eyes shut for a moment, relieving everything and then laughter from the hallway makes him move quickly. The plug throws tingles through his body, but after last night and the vibrators, it’s nothing he can’t handle. He dresses as quickly as he can, and then on his way back to his dorm, his hard cock on display through his jeans for all those that look, he sends Yoochun a text.
JaeBlows - I need your help. Meet me at the dorm room in an hour.
ChunSucks - Only if I get details
JaeBlows - You’re about to become part of the details.
ChunSucks - I will definitely be there.
Part 5: The Skirt
Part 3: The Vibrators
Part 2: The Blindfold
Part 1: The Cock Ring
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, man, if they were mine, Jae would always wear a cock ring.
Summary: Jung Yunho is perfect. Class president, athletic, attractive. But Yoochun swears he's got to have a kink or something. Jaejoong learns a little too well just what kind of a crazy bastard Yunho can be.
A/N: This fic is for samui_sakura. It is her birthday! And she wanted Jaejoong tied up ... He will be, darling, don't you worry. For a visual, go to her LJ and see ...
A/N Part 2: I'm going out of town again in about .. 2 hours. and I will be on a mini hiatus for the rest of the week. This is to tide you over until I get back. Hopefully it's kinky enough.
Poster credit goes to my darling Yu for not only making it but helping me think up all the kinky things to go on it! *huggles you* thank you darling! ♥♥♥
Part 4:
Jaejoong twists his neck, eyes shut as the muscles stretch. The black choker around his neck slips up and over his Adam’s apple. It tightens for a moment, and Jae’s mouth opens in a silent moan. His body is so pleasantly sore.
“Well, you look incredibly fucked,” Yoochun says and sits next to him.
Jae smiles. “Oh, yeah.”
“Details.”
“Right here?” Jae says, waving his hand around the classroom. “I don’t think so.”
Yoochun’s finger traces over the black cloth on his neck. “This is new.”
Jae nods.
“Any other new toys on you right now.”
Jae smirks. “There is a chain connecting my nipple piercings to the one in my navel. He wants me to pierce my cock so he can connect that too without a cock ring.”
“God, that’s hot. I want details, now. Let’s ditch class.”
“I can’t. Yunho told me to come to class.”
“He your master already then?”
Jae shrugs. “For now, yeah. We’ll see how it goes, but I’m not about to disobey him after one day.”
“Just tell me this. How many times did you come?”
“Actually coming, or dry orgasms, too?”
“Actually coming.”
“Five.”
“Fuck. Dry?”
“Have no idea.”
Yoochun whistles.
Jae smirks. “Jealous?”
“Maybe a bit. Did you even sleep?”
“Yeah, at about two this morning when he finally decided he’d need some sleep before his Mandarin test today.”
“Hard core beast, isn’t he?”
Jae meets Yoochun’s eyes and says, “You have no idea.”
“Because you won’t tell me.”
Jae’s phone vibrates. He fishes it out of his pocket.
Master = hello my pet, are you in class? =
Pet + yes, master +
Master = *pouts* too bad. When are you done today? =
Pet + at two, master +
Master = do you have a break? =
Jaejoong smirks. He shows the text to Yoochun before sending his last reply.
Pet + a half hour at noon when I usually eat lunch +
Master = I’ll give you more than enough to swallow, pet. =
Jaejoong shivers.
Master = Meet me in the study room on the top floor of the Union =
Pet + yes, master +
“Can I be there and watch?” Yoochun asks.
Jae shakes his head. The teacher calls the class to order.
Yunho wants to meet in a study room? What is he planning? Jaejoong tries to remember the list he marked, but it is all such a haze of lust. Wasn’t ‘public sex’ on there? Jaejoong can’t remember. Not that he cares. He spends the rest of his morning trying to control his erection as the anticipation grew.
As soon as his management class is over, Jaejoong practically runs to the Union. The chains connecting his nipples are not loose, and each movement pulls them taut. The study room on the top floor is split into two parts by a wall with a gas fireplace. Windows wrap around two walls, but it is three stories up, so only if you are standing against the window will anyone below be able to see you. Both sides have tables and couches and chairs for students to work and sleep. It is one of Jaejoong’s favorite places on campus.
Nervous, he enters the room. There is one person sitting at a couch, reading a book. He doesn’t look up as Jaejoong walks through to the other side.
Yunho is sitting on a couch that had been flipped around, its back facing the windows. Jaejoong shuffles around the couch. He drops his bag, and then kneels, head lowered until he remembers Yunho’s instructions and looks up. Yunho is wearing a light blue, plaid button-up shirt and dark gray jeans. His eyes are amused, his smile obscene. Jaejoong grips his wrist behind his back, trying to control the shivering of his body.
Yunho smiles at him, reaches forward and traces his finger over his cheeks. He says nothing for almost a full minute. Jae shivers under his touch.
“Hello, my darling.”
“Hi, master,” Jaejoong whispers.
Yunho leans forward and kisses him briefly. “Strip.”
Jae eyes go wide and his gaze flicks to the wall separating the two parts to the room.
Yunho smirks. “It’s incredibly important that you stay quiet right now,” he whispers. “Stand up and strip.”
Shaking, Jae stands up. He pulls his t-shirt over his head while kicking off his shoes. Yunho snags the chain between his piercings and tugs. Jae’s eyes shut and his hand falters on his belt for a moment. He slips his jeans off.
“No need to be a slob, Jaejoong. Fold them nicely.”
Jae nods and folds them in half and then in half again before laying them on the couch. Yunho raises an eyebrow and Jae moves to where he’d thrown his t-shirt and folds it as well. He takes off his boxers and adds them to the pile.
“Turn around.”
Jae obeys and then shivers when Yunho spreads his butt cheeks. When a warm tongue licks at his entrance, Jae has to grip his own thighs and bite down on his lower lip to stay quiet. Yunho’s hand presses against his back and Jae leans forward, hands on his knees for support.
“You are so beautiful,” Yunho whispers before licking him again. “I wish I had made you wear a butt plug all day.”
A single finger slips into his body and Jae cuts off his moan when there is no resistance. The lubed finger pushes all the way in and then stays. Yunho’s other fingers spread over his ass. His other hand runs up and down the back of Jae’s thighs.
Jae is doing his best not to make any noise. He has no idea if that other guy in the room has left, or if others came in. But in a minute, he knows he’s going to start moaning.
Yunho rotates his finger once, and then removes it. He grips Jaejoong’s hips and pulls him to the couch.
“You were such a naughty bottom yesterday,” Yunho whispers.
“I’m sorry, master.”
“Over my knees, pet.”
Jae meets his eyes in confusion, but he does not want to upset Yunho again. It’s awkward, but he drapes himself over Yunho’s lap, hands on the floor. He can’t quite kneel or put his feet down for support. His leg pushes against the couch to steady himself. He’s shivering, eyes shut, and he can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or excitement.
A startled cry escapes his mouth when Yunho spanks him.
Definitely embarrassment. Another thought of someone in the room disappears as Yunho spanks him again.
“Such a naughty boy,” Yunho says. He rubs Jaejoong’s ass for a moment and then spanks him again. Jae bites on his lip again, each smack pulling a louder whimper from his throat. He loses count after fifteen as the lust in his brain clashes with the pain. He tries to hump Yunho’s body and his cock scrapes across the harshness of Yunho’s jeans.
“On your knees, naughty pet, ass in the air.”
Body quivering, Jaejoong does as he’s told, cradling his head on his bent arms. Something nudges his body and Jae whimpers, twisting his hips.
“Eager for it, baby?”
“Please, master. Please.”
“What do you want, Jaejoong pet?”
“Your … your cock. Please. Fuck me.”
“Soon.”
Whatever toy Yunho has is shoved into his unprepared body. Jae bites his arm to stifle his scream. Yunho pats his ass when the plug is firmly in place. Jae freezes when the hiss of a belt leaving the loops echoes through the room.
“Y-yu-yunho,” Jae mutters, voice scared.
“Too much?”
“No, b-but people and …”
“Trust me.”
Jae shuts his eyes and nods. “I trust you, master.”
The first lash of the belt lands on his lower thighs. Again, Jae has to bite his arm to keep from moaning. His body shakes after each strike, the large plug jerks inside him. His cock is so hard.
“M-master, master!” Jae whines as he feels an orgasm weaving through him.
“Yes, my beautiful pet?”
“I … come … please, I’m coming.”
“Roll over,” Yunho says and Jaejoong does immediately. He winces as his sore back and ass land on the carpet of the room.
“Grab your ankles and spread your legs.”
Jaejoong does, as much as he can. Yunho kneels next to him, the belt still in his hand. He runs his hand over Jae’s skin and then lands short strikes up and down his inner thighs and over the curves of his ass. Jae throws his head back and grinds out a whimper from between his teeth. The sting is heavenly, twisted, and painful. His cock thrums with the need to come. He knows he’s whining, verbally begging, but nothing registers but the feel of pleasure through his skin.
Yunho grabs the plug and violently fucks him with it. Completely in and out. The wide middle of the toy stretches Jaejoong open. His other hand slides up Jae’s sweaty torso and latches onto the chain. He yanks, and Jaejoong hisses as his nipples are stretched.
“More, please, master, please.”
Yunho jerks on the chain again and again, keeping time with the toy moving in and out of Jae’s body. His orgasm rushes through him, and Jae tries to stammer a warning, but it’s lost in a cry. At the last moment, Yunho’s hand covers Jaejoong’s mouth and Jae screams into it, body jerking as he pumps come onto his stomach.
Yunho teases Jae’s quivering hole with the toy before carefully removing it.
“Thank you for letting me come, master,” Jae manages to whisper.
Yunho chuckles. “You’re welcome, pet.” He runs his fingers through the come on Jae’s body, and then takes his finger and traces the edge of Jae’s entrance. “I want to see your ass dripping with come,” Yunho says and leans forward to lick it up.
Jae whimpers, the hold on his legs loosening.
“Clean up your come with your fingers and mouth, baby. And hurry up. I’m going to run out of time.”
Jae lets go of his legs, letting them fall weakly to the ground. His knees stay bent as he scoops up puddle after puddle of come and licks his fingers clean.
After the last bit, Yunho straddles his body and kisses him deeply. “I was expecting your safe word after the first few lashes,” Yunho whispers. “You continue to surprise me and I love it.”
“I … l-love it, too,” Jae says. “Pain is … I love pain.”
“I can tell. Come on. We’re going to go play on a table.”
“Yunho, what …”
“I told you to trust me, didn’t I?”
Jae lowers his eyes and nods. “Yes, master, I’m sorry.”
Yunho stands up. “Kneel.”
Jaejoong does. Yunho takes the belt from the floor and loops it around the cloth at Jae’s neck, tugging on it to test its give. He nods, satisfied and leads Jae around the couch to the middle of the study room. Jae suddenly realizes that Yunho still has all of his clothes on, though his pants are undone and his cock is free. Heat fills his skin as he follows Yunho to one of the round study tables.
“Climb up, pet. Lay over it, on your stomach, legs spread.”
Jae shakes harder. He uses the chair to climb onto the table. The cool table top presses against his warm skin. He turns his head and pushes his face against it. There’s a sound of clothes rustling, and then Yunho’s hands spread his ass open again. Yunho pulls Jae’s body to the edge of the table until his feet are spread wide and planted on the floor. Jae whines when the head of Yunho’s cock brushes against his hole.
“Two options, my pet. Your class starts in five minutes. You’ve already come once, and you can leave and go to class, or you can stay here and let me fuck you until I’m done with you.”
Jae lets out a breathy laugh as he tries to push back on Yunho’s cock. “Hardly a choice, master. Please fuck me. Fuck me until you’re done with me.”
“It’s important for you to go to class, Jaejoong.”
Jae whines. “P-please.”
“Tell me why I should.”
Jae shuts his eyes as Yunho’s cock continues to rub up and down his crack. His brain is fried with pleasure, but this is one of those moments where he has to be careful with what he says.
“Please, master. You … you haven’t come yet.”
“I don’t need to come, pet.”
Wrong thing. Fuck. Jae tries again, gasping as only the head of Yunho’s cock breaches his entrance. Jae’s own cock is still hard and pressed against the underside of the table.
“Master, I … it doesn’t matter if I want to go to class or have you fuck me. I’m yours. Please, master, all yours. Only what you want matters.”
Yunho thrusts into his body. Jae cries out, fingers gripping the edge as Yunho moves inside him without stopping or pausing. With every thrust, Jae’s cock slides on the underside of the table. Jae’s knees weaken, and he can barely hold himself up as Yunho fucks him. An incessant whine thrums through his throat and echoes around the room. The thought of someone seeing of hearing no longer matters to Jaejoong.
Yunho growls and pulls out. Jae whines. The collar is tugged and Jae scrambles to follow it. Yunho spanks him again, and says, “Over this table.” It’s shorter, like a coffee table and Jae arches over it. His hands can’t quite reach the floor after being bent over it. Yunho uses his leg to pry Jae’s legs apart and then his cock is thrusting into Jaejoong’s body again, harsh, violent. The belt is still wrapped in Yunho’s hand and he tugs on it, pulling the collar tight around Jae’s throat. Jae gasps around it, vision spotty, as another orgasm quickly coils through him.
“M-master-“
“Don’t you dare come again, Jaejoong. Not yet.”
Jae whines, but shuts his eyes tightly and tries to stave off his orgasm. It’s so hard. Yunho’s cock is so large and stretching him so much and the collar is digging into his neck when Yunho pulls on it. Everything about the moment is so wrong, but nothing can make it better for Jaejoong.
Yunho’s breath falters. His grip tightness on both the belt and Jae’s ass, fingers digging into the sore skin.
“Mast-ter.”
“Jae, don’t.”
Jae whimpers again as his orgasm threatens. Yunho’s body shakes and warm come pumps into him as his movements falter. Yunho takes a few deep breaths and then his heat moves away from Jaejoong. Jae takes a deep breath of relief as his orgasm drops from right there to impending.
“On your knees, pet,” Yunho says.
With difficulty, Jaejoong obeys. He meets Yunho’s smirk.
Yunho holds out the plug. “Put it inside you.”
Jaejoong takes it and brings it to his mouth, wrapping his lips and tongue around it. Yunho tugs on the belt. “I meant in your ass, darling.”
Jae grins around the toy and then moves it behind him. His eyes shut with a moan as the toy is sucked into his body. Something snaps around his hard cock and he whimpers in disbelief. Yunho pats his cheek. “After my last class, I am going to come to your dorm room and when I get there, I want you tied up, restrained, ringed up and with this plug in your ass, understand?”
Jae nods.
“I want you to take a shower, but you are not allowed to come until I make you.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good. Now, get dressed. There’s only so long this room can stay locked before someone comes with a key wondering why.”
Jae looks up at him in confusion.
“I told you to trust me,” Yunho says. “The guy in the other room when you showed up was my friend Sungmin. He left as soon as you were out of sight and locked the door.”
Jae smiles.
Yunho uses the belt to make Jaejoong stand. He grips Jae’s ringed cock and strokes him while they kiss. He undoes the belt and puts it back through the loops of his pants. He tucks himself into his boxers.
“See you in a little while,” Yunho says. After another brief kiss, he leaves.
Jae stands there, in the middle of the room, naked with his eyes shut for a moment, relieving everything and then laughter from the hallway makes him move quickly. The plug throws tingles through his body, but after last night and the vibrators, it’s nothing he can’t handle. He dresses as quickly as he can, and then on his way back to his dorm, his hard cock on display through his jeans for all those that look, he sends Yoochun a text.
JaeBlows - I need your help. Meet me at the dorm room in an hour.
ChunSucks - Only if I get details
JaeBlows - You’re about to become part of the details.
ChunSucks - I will definitely be there.
Part 5: The Skirt
Part 3: The Vibrators
Part 2: The Blindfold
Part 1: The Cock Ring
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