Welcome to PCU! (Episode 11: Key & Jiyong)

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Title: Welcome to PCU!
Author: leejaehwa7
Fandom: BEAST/Infinite/Big Bang/MBLAQ/Block B/SHINee/more
Couples: BEAST/OT6, Woohyun/Sunggyu, Myungsoo/Sungyeol/Sungjong, Joon/Mir, Zico/Kyung, Jonghyun/Key, GD/TOP, more
Chapters: 11/?
Rating: NC-17 (mostly)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely guys but the plot is definitely concocted by my pervy mind ^_^
Summary: Pleasure Cruise University (PCU) is an all boys school on the sea that specifically caters to the wealthy elites of society. The school provides the perfect place for males with healthy sex drives, who wish to have fun before entering into family businesses. The school may seem like a playground for adults, but it teaches something more than outsiders can ever understand.

A/N: I feel accomplished to have finally updated...and OMG...light-BDSM for G-TOP...what?!!





( Prologue ) ( Episode 4 ) ( BTS1 ) ( Episode 5) ( Q&A ) ( Episode 9: Part 1 ) ( Episode 9: Part 2 )

Episode 11

Key’s CAM:

Just being in the same room as him makes my skin prickle as if I’m having an allergic reaction. I hate seeing his face, hearing his voice, and watching him move onto another, younger target. His callousness allows him to disregard how others may feel because of his actions. Doojoon doesn’t care that he leads people on, toys with them, and disposes of them once they are used and broken. I thought he had changed, that he was different when he was with me. I thought maybe I could bring him out of the darkness he had allowed himself to fall into, but just when everything was going well, he laughed in my face and threw me away. He mocked me and he continues to mock me every time we are forced to be in close proximity to one another.

I hoped we wouldn’t have a class together, but that was doused when I entered Flexibility class and saw him flirting with a first year. Not just any first year either, it was the same first year that showed me up in dance class on the first day and has been gaining attention from everyone else since then. Even my friends fawn over Sungjong. Dongwoon being his roommate pays extra attention, saying he wants to look out for the guy because he’s too innocent for his own good. He’s even asked me to watch over him, saying something about Sungjong being fragile and an easy target for the guys on this ship.

I’ve watched him, but not because Dongwoon asked me to or because I’m worried about him or anything like that. I watched Sungjong because I wondered what everyone else sees in the guy. He’s scrawny with big eyes and tries to act cute, but I’m not buying it. He can’t be that innocent, not if he is attending PCU. It just doesn’t make sense; especially with the way he uses his body to get attention and he’s definitely getting attention.

Doojoon has his eye on him. As I’ve watched him, I’ve noticed how slinks from prey to prey waiting for someone to take the bait so he can have fun with him. For the moment, he seems to be infatuated with Sungjong, so set on conquering and ruining the supposedly innocent guy that he pays no attention to anyone else around him. He even acted like I was invisible when he entered the room, looking my way and then pretending to be interested in other things or should I say another person.

We have been told to stretch and relax our bodies at the start of each class so that we can begin the lesson once Professor Lee Sungmin is ready to start. As I stretched, reaching for my toes while sitting on the hard word floor of the room used for dance class, I watched as Doojoon placed his hand on the back of Sungjong’s thigh while the first year bent over stretching his limbs. Feeling it was inappropriate, Sungjong jumped up and pushed Doojoon away scowling, but Doojoon never gave up probably thinking it was just a game. He kept finding chances to rub up against Sungjong with some body part or another, but from the looks of it, Sungjong was growing more and more uncomfortable.

And even though I don’t like the first year, I dislike Doojoon even more and the fact that Sungjong doesn’t respond positively to Doojoon’s actions makes me feel more sympathetic towards him. Instead of allowing Doojoon a further chance of attack, I remembered Dongwoon’s words and felt I should save the poor first year.

By this time, Professor Lee had begun telling us what was on today’s agenda. This week we had started practicing Yoga as a means of increasing our body’s flexibility. On Tuesday, he introduced us to a few simple poses meant to measure how flexible our bodies were naturally and today he wanted us to practice new positions meant for partners. Many people around the room were already paired off and I took this as my opportunity to pull Sungjong out of Doojoon’s clutches. I would consider it to be my good deed for the week, saving an innocent soul from becoming tainted.

At some point, Doojoon had strategically pulled Sungjong into his lap even though the younger guy was squirming in an attempt to get away. In the commotion of everyone finding a space of their own for class, I used the chance to steal Sungjong away from Doojoon. Coming up beside the two, I smiled in greeting. “Sungjong, would you like to be my partner today?” I asked.

He glanced between Doojoon and myself confused at the situation.

“Can’t you see he already has a partner, Kibum?” Doojoon tightened his grip around Sungjong’s waist.

Fighting back my annoyance, I kept a level head and extended my hard for Sungjong to take it. “I don’t think you two are compatible enough to practice together.”

Sungjong hesitated before reaching up and taking my hand. I tugged at it slightly to see if Doojoon would keep his hold on Sungjong and cause a scene in the classroom which would be the last thing he wants to do considering his high standing and reputation.

Pulling Sungjong to a standing position, I grinned. “As I recall Doojoon, you’re not exactly the flexible type. Considering Sungjong and I are at higher levels than you, it only makes sense that we work together. You understand, don’t you?”

Turning with the intention to lead Sungjong away and out of Doojoon’s reach, I was brought up short by his remark. “I knew you were always the jealous type. Still hung up on me Key?”

I unintentionally tightened my grip on Sungjong’s hand. He looked at me concerned as I took a deep breath and faced the ass of a third year behind me. “I knew you were persistent, Doojoon. But I had no idea that you were the kind to force people against their will. I would have never picked you as a rapist.”

“That’s a heavy accusation,” he said, squinting up at me in a glare as his lips formed a thin line.

“If you’re not careful, you’ll make it the truth. You should rethink your actions.” Without waiting for a reply, I moved to the opposite side of the room with Sungjong at my side as Professor Lee began demonstrating the first position we should practice while using the student who didn’t have a partner as his assistant.

Sungjong and I sat facing each other, extending our legs forward and placing our feet together while stretching forward by holding one another’s hands, the same way as if we were going to touch our own toes. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he was fighting to keep his mouth shut. Grasping even further up each other’s arms, we bent our bodies even more in half. My leg muscles screamed at the tension, but I enjoyed the burn. After holding the position for a while, we moved on with a simple transition.

This time Sungjong placed his feet against the insides of my ankles while grabbing my arms pulling me forward, forcing me to stretch my legs open as he pushed against them. Both of us being highly flexible ended up closer than most couples with our legs in an almost complete split. At first, we avoided looking at each other. I chose to stare at the floor wondering when it was last polished because it was losing its shine.

“You’re Dongwoon’s friend, right?”

The question startled me in the almost silence of the room and having Sungjong practically whispering in my ear sent chills down my spine, not exactly in the good way either. As much as I concerned myself with saving him, I still didn’t particularly like him. “Yeah,” I replied. “You’re one of his roommates, right?”

“Yeah.” Sungjong scooted back so that we could change our leg positions, this time with me pushing against his and pulling him forward. “Thanks, for saving me.”

“It’s no big deal. I just thought you looked a bit uncomfortable.”

“A bit.” He attempted to lean even further forward, his head almost resting in my lap. Once our time for this position had ended, he sat up and grabbed my hand. “We haven’t officially met. I’m Sungjong.”

“Kibum.”

He tilted his head ever so slightly, grinning that childish grin of his and for a moment I felt like punching him in the face because his innocence was showing again. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” I couldn’t help wondering if this kid was for real, if he was truly as innocent as he seemed to be or if he was trying to play us all for fools.

The next position was still a seated one. We remained facing, leaning back enough to pull our legs into the air, placing our feet together as our legs created a triangle with the floor. On either side of our legs, we held hands, creating a “W” with our bodies.

“Remember to focus on your breathing,” Professor Lee reminded us. Many of the other couples around us were having a hard time holding the position together. Only two couples, Sungjong and I included had been able to actually hold the position properly.

“This may seem intrusive,” Sungjong began. I could only see part of his face behind our legs. “But did something happen between you and Doojoon? You seem to really hate him.”

“You’re right. It is intrusive.” I gripped his hands firmer to make sure we didn’t slip apart.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” He tilted his head back taking a deep breath.

“He has his eye on you, so be careful. He can be a bit rash when he doesn’t get what he wants.”

“You seem like you know from experience.” It was more of a statement than a question.

Not responding, I focused on performing the positions shown to us. Sungjong must have realized I didn’t feel like continuing with our conversation because he also fell into silence. Eventually we moved into standing positions, which required more cooperation between partners. I could see some benefits in doing these poses with Jonghyun, especially since they improved body health and allowed us to be intimate with one another without being sexual. I liked the idea of spending time with him like this.

As we moved into a position that required us to raise our arms, touching our hands together, and then lowering the upper half of our bodies until they were parallel to the floor, I found myself face to face with Sungjong, our noses almost touching. Feeling uncomfortable we both tucked our heads down, avoiding eye contact.

“This is just an observation, but I don’t think you like me very much.” Sungjong spoke hesitantly as if hoping what he said wasn’t true.

“I’m not particularly fond of you.” I could feel Sungjong take in another deep breath.

“Why?”

If I could, I would have shrugged but my current position wouldn’t allow it with the way my arms were bent upwards and back.

“Doing this with someone you don’t like must be uncomfortable.” He attempted to pull away causing me to lean forward.

“Don’t move so suddenly,” I snapped. “And just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I can’t be civil with you.”

Working together, we both stood up rolling our shoulders and relaxing our muscles. “Why’d you save me?” he asked.

“I told you, you looked uncomfortable.” We watched and the newest position was demonstrated. “Besides, no one should be forced to do anything they don’t want to do and you looked like you didn’t want Doojoon touching you.”

Sungjong kept silent, contemplating what I said as we moved into the next pose. While holding hands, we both squatted into a sitting position, keeping our balance by leaning back just enough.

“Thanks again,” Sungjong said.

“You make it sound like I just saved your life or something.” I tried not to laugh knowing it would ruin our balance if I lost control of my breathing.

“More like my virtue,” Sungjong mumbled, almost too low for me to hear.

He can’t really be that innocent, I thought. Looking him over again, I could see the seriousness in his eyes, a slight determination and maybe an ounce of fear. For some reason, he looked a lot more childlike than before and his innocence bothered me because it reminded me of myself.

Sungjong may not be as unbearable as I first thought, but that doesn’t mean I like him. I just dislike him a little less. He’s just a bit more tolerable now that I’ve actually allowed him to be around me in a non-competitive sort of way, but I’m not going to let him out shine me just because he’s younger and acts insufferably cute around everyone.

Working together, we stood up again continuing through each pose while focusing more one our movements and breathing rather than a conversation. By the end of class, I decided it might just work out better if I took Sungjong under my wing rather than competing with him. Maybe this makes me childish or even jealous, but I can’t stand the idea of Sungjong stealing any of the spotlights that belong to me and I’m not going to give him the chance to do so. I like having the attention of those around me. I’ve worked too hard to be the best, to prove that I’m not as weak willed as I look and that fragile guy from first year isn’t around anymore. I’m healthier and happier than ever, so I shouldn’t let someone like Sungjong bother me. I also don’t want someone like Doojoon thinking he can do as he pleases because everyone else is too afraid to stop him. I don’t want Sungjong to fall into his hands.

With this in mind, I caught Sungjong’s arm before he started moving towards the door as class let out. “My friends and I are having dinner around five-thirty. Dongwoon will be there and maybe a few others you might know. You’re welcome to join us.”

Sungjong squinted his eyes, giving me a one over. “I thought you didn’t like me?”

I shrugged. “It’s just an invitation, you don’t have to accept.”

“That’s so kind of you.” Sungjong rolled his eyes in sarcasm. “I’ll think about it.”

“We’re meeting in cafeteria B, if you decide to come.” I gave him my own dose of sarcasm.

We shared mutual smiles and separated without saying anything else. Sungjong was feisty and I appreciated his attitude because someone with a face like his so full of innocence needs it to survive, especially at PCU. Maybe I can teach him some things that I would have benefited from knowing when I was a first year. Just maybe I can save him from some of the crap I went through last year because of my own stupidity.

Jiyong’s CAM:

Crawling into Seunghyun’s lap as he leaned against the headboard of our shared bed, I sat back on his thighs. He ignored my presence completely, more attuned to the paper in his hands than my nimble fingers crawling beneath his shirt and across his stomach. Being just a bit more daring, I slid my fingertips into the rim of his sleeping pants, pulling on the elastic fabric.

“Jiyong?”

“Hmm?” I bit my lip and leaned back acting coy.

“What are you doing?” he asked without sparing me a glance.

“I thought it was obvious.” I snatched the elastic back further, letting it snap against Seunghyun’s skin, making a crisp sound. “I want you to play with me.”

“I’m trying to concentrate right now.” He lifted the paper up further until it hid his face.

Remaining in his lap, I sat quietly, trying to wait patiently as he browsed over the paper. My fingers danced across his shirt, tempted to pull the buttons apart and remove the silky fabric from covering his body. At times like these, I despised how well the air conditioner worked at keeping the room cold because it kept Seunghyun fully clothed when going to sleep and I preferred the shirtless look; it allowed easier access for my teasing.

“Haven’t you finished yet?” Tipping the top of the paper back, I caught a glimpse of what he was so intent on reading. “You’re ignoring me for this? It’s just the same old memo that Jae sends around about meetings and events.” I snatched it out of his hands and threw it off the side of the bed, finally gaining his full attention.

“Now, that was unnecessary.” He placed his hands on each of my thighs as they straddled his lap. “Exactly what is it that you want?”

Crouching forward, I situated my hands just under his shirt pressing against his hips, giving them a squeeze. My fingers sunk into the soft skin, feeling the lines of his pelvic bone as it dove down. My face mere inches away from his as I grinned and repeated, “I want you to play with me.”

“Really,” Seunghyun drew the syllables out. “And what exactly do you want me to play with you?” He rubbed his hand up my thighs, pausing midway and scratching at the cotton material of my pajama bottoms. I knew he could feel the outfit hidden beneath the bright pink fabric. The tight leather was hard to hide behind the stretched cotton. “What are you planning?”

“Well,” I paused, sliding my hands down his arms and guiding his hands away from my body. Linking our fingers, I pushed his hands up and over his head, initiating a kiss to distract him while I cuffed him with our padded handcuffs that I had hung on the bedpost earlier this afternoon. I made sure everything was in place before following through with my plan. As I clicked the cuff and linked his hands around one of the bars at the top of the bed, I slid back in his lap and cupped his face, tugging at his bottom lip with my thumb. “I need to teach you a lesson about who you belong to.”

He smirked before playfully nipping at my thumb. “And what exactly have I done to deserve such a lesson?” He didn’t sound the least bit worried.

Without answering, I slid off the bed turning my back to him and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my red leather corset fastened together down the front by six silver buckles. Slipping my pajama pants off, I exposed my black, skintight leather shorts that zipped at the crotch, a pair he actually bought me. They hardly reached the top of my thighs and barely covered my ass.

“So you were wearing those?” he asked. “Looks like I’m going to have a long night.”

Stepping over to our shared closets, I opened the drawer at the bottom searching through our stash of toys. I found the satin leopard printed eye mask I wanted and the perfectly softened, leather riding crop. It was probably my favorite weapon against Seunghyun, flexible yet sturdy. For some reason, he always reacts best when I use it on him. The worn leather leaves a delicious sting and tickles the skin depending on how I use it.

Originally, he shied away from playing the submissive role. He hated losing control of the situation and not being able to have his way with me. The teasing I’d gave him as he was bound and helpless always left him exhausted, but never unsatisfied. He soon understood that he enjoyed the sting of the whip and the prolonged release during his sessions in bindings. When I first tied him down and played Master, he fought and struggled until his wrists bled and his ankles were raw. But by the end of our play, almost thirty-six hours of him being strapped to a bed and at my mercy, he found that he actually enjoyed the experience. It had been exhilarating for both of us.

During that time, we got to know each other better. I examined his entire body finding all of his sensitive spots. I learned his limits, what gave him ecstasy and what tormented him. When I thought he was at his limit, I slacked off and gave him rewards. I fed him using my body, allowing myself to become the source of his life energy. I learned exactly how to keep him wanting more, what pleasures created the best reactions and what gave the best results during punishments.

He was the first I’ve ever tried to tame. After we started dating, I realized just how popular he was among both males and females. Seunghyun had an alluring personality and unconsciously attracted those around him. For the most part, he doesn’t see his own seductiveness and doesn’t understand exactly how much I wish to possess him completely. Occasionally, I need to remind him that he’s mine and he shouldn’t allow others to touch his body without my permission. It’s a game we’ve played before, one we both enjoy.

Continuing my search through the drawer, I found a pair of cushioned shackles to bind his feet so that he wouldn’t squirm too much while I teased him. I also grabbed the bag of cock rings that we had accumulated over the years. I wasn’t sure which one I wanted to use just yet. I placed the supplies on the end of the bed before going to Seunghyun’s side stripping him from the waist down and latching the shackles to his feet, stretching him spread eagle across the bed.

Climbing up on the end of the bed, I stood over him, staring down at his vulnerable body. Using my foot, I pressed against his upper thigh, toeing at his cock for a moment. Leaning over I unbuttoned his shirt, completely exposing him. My eyes studied all the places I wanted to touch, taste, and tease.

“How long do you plan on staring at me? It’s cold,” he complained.

Picking up my riding crop, I traced a line down his torso, guiding the tip of the whip down his cock and to his inner thigh before flicking it back and striking him. “I’m the one in charge remember?” I slid the crop back up his thigh, ghosting it across his cock, watching it twitch before moving down to the opposite side and flicking the crop again. “When you speak to me, you should address me properly.” I pushed the crop deep between his legs and beneath his privates, pushing up against his balls. “Would you like to correct yourself?”

“It’s cold,” he paused, swallowing while closing his eyes and adding, “Master.”

Pulling the crop up and pushing his cock back against his stomach, I flitted the stick against his exposed sac, not striking as hard as I did on his thighs. He bit back a hiss. “You should look at me, when saying my name, or have you already forgotten.”

He kept his eyes closed as I grazed his skin with the tip of the crop. The worn leather slid across his cock, making it grow from the friction. I could tell he was going to be stubborn tonight. Moving to straddle him, I sat on his stomach with my back to his head. Grabbing the bag of cock rings, I found a blue, silicone, vibrating one with a wireless hand control. It was another one of my favorite toys to use on him. I slipped it on him to the hilt, making sure it was in place before finding the hand control and flipping the switch to low power. Seunghyun felt it instantly and jerked beneath me.

I turned the ring off, standing once more and facing him. “Now how do you address me?”

He scrunched his eyes and bit his lip, unwilling to answer my request. I flicked the switch seeing if it would persuade him to do what I wanted, but he continued being stubborn.

“Fine, if you don’t want to look at me and say my name, then I’ll make sure you can’t see anything.” Using the eye mask I had taken from the drawer, I covered his eyes, fastening it to his face by placing the elastic bands around his ears. Sliding the riding crop under his chin, I tilted his head back. “And because you want to be stubborn, I won’t be touching you directly.”

“Jiyong,” he whined. “I don’t feel like being teased tonight.”

Retracting the whip, I stood with my feet on either side of his torso. With a simple flick of the wrist, I swatted the tender skin just below the dip of each armpit. “You should have thought of that sooner. You brought this upon yourself.”

“Fuck!” he struggled against the cuffs, feeling the sting linger against his skin. Being unable to see increased the power of the whip. He couldn’t brace himself for my attacks. The mystery of when I would strike kept him on edge.

“Well, aren’t you being stubborn and vulgar tonight,” I said as I circled the leather tip of the crop around his nipples before swatting each one. I turned the cock ring on high and whacked each nipple a few times. Placing the crop beneath his chin, I asked again, “How do you address me?”

He moaned, his cock rising and twitching to the vibrations, turning red from lack of circulation. I decreased the power after a minute to see if he would answer me. “Jiyong,” he groaned. In response, I increased the vibrations again, smacking his sides with the crop, leaving thin red streaks against his pale skin. Running the crop down his stomach to his aching cock, I watched as he arched off the bed, begging for me to touch him with my body. “Jiyong” he groaned again, gripping the rails of the headboard.

Clicking my tongue, I sat at the end of the bed between his spread legs, allowing my feet to hang over the edge. “You’re disappointing me Seunghyun.” Crossing my legs, I propped myself up on my arm, still not touching him and no longer facing his beautifully exposed body. I closed my eyes, listening to his moans as the humming cock ring did its job of over stimulating his constricted erection. Turning the power up and down, I felt the bed shake as he reacted to each burst of vibrations throbbing through his cock.

I tapped my whip against the bottom of his right foot, tickling the pad before striking it and doing the same for his left. Alternating between the two, I watched as he flinched and curled his toes until they turned white, but he held his silence. He was making himself a challenge for me, which means I had to be a little firmer with my ministrations.

Slowing the vibrations once again, I looked to the open drawer of toys wondering what else I could tease him with until he crumbles beneath me, begging for more. I chose one of the small satin sacks. This particular one contained a set of medium sized anal beads. I grabbed another that contained small egg-like vibrators. I grabbed a roll of tape from the corner of the drawer and moved back to the bed, crawling up and situating myself on my knees between Seunghyun’s legs, making sure I didn’t give him any pleasure by touching him with my body.

“Seunghyun, I think you enjoy being stubborn.” Placing the bags down, I freed my hand to use my riding crop again. His cock had hardened to the point of resting on his lower stomach. Using the crop, I slid it under his erection and lifted it up before letting it slap back against his abdomen. His breath caught as I repeated the action, grabbing the hand control and upping the power of the vibrations. He lifted his hips again, arching off the bed once more, so I decided to punish him by smacking his inner thighs. “No, no, no. We can’t have you moving around like that.”

He tried to pull his legs together, but the binds on his feet were too far apart. His knees quivered as he bit back curses.

“You could make this a lot more enjoyable if you just cooperated,” I said, lowering the vibrations. “Now, let’s try this again. How do you address me?” I placed the whip at the tip of his cock, letting him know he should think before he answered.

“Jiyong,” Seunghyun said through clenched teeth. “Take off the…”

“Wrong.” I snapped the stick back, popping his abdomen a few times, landing dangerously close to his reddening erection. Rubbing the spots I hit in small circles, I asked again, pausing between words to whip the top of his thighs. “How…do…you…address…me?”

“Jiyong…”

“Wrong.”  This time, I placed my whip to the side and pulled out the tape accompanied with the small vibrators. Still not touching him directly, I taped a vibrator to the inside of each thigh, rather close to his sac. He was always sensitive on his inner thighs. The smooth skin always blossomed colorfully whenever I punished him or suckled the flesh in an attempt to mark him with love bites. The lightest of touches always sent him reeling and wanting more.

I switched both vibrators on low to gauge his reaction since we haven’t done this in a while. Surprisingly, he was still sensitive to the smooth, tickling waves. The muscles in his legs twitched, flexing under the skin. I touched his balls with the whip once more. “Would you like to try again?” I asked pressing into the fleshy sac.

He remained silent, still overly stubborn and prideful.

“You’ve already said it many times before and even once tonight. Why can’t you say it again?” His silence irritated me, so I turned up the power on all three vibrators and whacked him across the chest half a dozen times. I watched as his wiggled and struggled in vain, biting his lip and almost drawing blood.

Seeing as he still wasn’t complying with my simple request, I pulled out the string of beads. “I wonder if I should lubricate these before putting them in you?”

His attention swayed from the vibrations to what I was saying.

“Maybe I should put them in raw. It’s probably been awhile since you last used the back right?” I poked the beads between his legs, sliding under and between his cheeks. “You haven’t been very obedient.”

His resolve began to slowly crumble. “Please, Ma…ster…” he stuttered.

“What was that?” I asked pressing the beads against his opening, rubbing against his hole teasingly.

“Please, Master. Don’t…” his voice dropped off as I pressed harder almost getting the first bead in.

“What? You need to speak clearly for me to understand?”

He huffed, the vibrations teasing him into a leaking mess, unable to come because of the restriction on his cock. He was past his bursting point and I could tell the cock ring was becoming painful, but only he could end it all. He only had to comply with my simple wishes.

Taking mercy on him, I lowered the vibrations giving him a moment to relax and take a breath. I noticed his hands were clutching the railing, knuckles turning white from the pressure. His chest heaved as his body loosened up.

“Please, don’t put it in, Master. I don’t want it,” he pleaded.

“Well, it’s too late for that. You’re option now, is whether or not you want lube. So what is it?”

“Lube, Master.” He was almost there, but he still had bite in him. He was still ready to fight back if he didn’t like something and I wanted him to be fully accepting.

“You’ve got my name right, but you’re still impolite.” I pushed at the beads, feeling the first pass the rim and enter him. He hissed, shifting his hips uncomfortably. I didn’t want to hurt him, but he wasn’t playing along well enough for my liking.

“Please, use lube, Master.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I teased him by twisting the beads and added a few slaps of the riding crop against his thighs to make sure I had his full attention.

He clenched his teeth. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry for being rude. Please, Master, use lube.”

Guiding the bead out of him, I watched his body cower before me. His cock still twitched helplessly against his stomach. A layer of perspiration had gathered across his forehead and chest. The light glistened off of it, making him shine before my eyes, just asking to be licked and caressed. My fingers itched to touch him.

In place of my fingers, I touched the whip to his jaw, gliding it across his cheek. “Seunghyun, do you know why I’m teaching you a lesson?”

He shook his head. “No, Master.”

“So you haven’t done anything I would disapprove of?” I traced random designs across his chest. Guiding the crop up to his arms, I popped the tender flesh of his upper arm and repeated the same motion on the other side. His arms flopped up in protest.

“Please, teach me what I’ve done wrong, Master.” His lips trembled as he felt the sting of my whip strike his arms once again. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I don’t know. I just want to make you happy, Master.” The sight of him gasping and sweating beneath me became too tempting. I needed to touch him, to reassure him that the sting of the whip was merely a form of affection.

Sliding up, I laid myself across his chest, feeling the vibrations from his crotch hit my own, exciting me beneath the tight leather. His body welcomed mine. I felt the thumping of his heart as it pounded against his chest, the rhythm a song to my own heart. Reaching up, I tugged the mask off his face, letting it fall to the side and I rubbed my palms down the undersides of his arms and to his chest.

“Do you know how much I love this body of yours?”

“Is it only my body you love, Master?” I could hear the teasing in his voice.

“No, I love your heart so much that I wish to possess it completely.” Holding myself up on my arms, I watched his face.

“My heart already belongs to you, Master.” His eyes widened, full of honesty. “No one else can have it.”

“Seunghyun, have you been fooling around behind my back?”

“What?”

“I’ve seen you with students. More than once, I’ve seen you kissing and it tends to be the same student.” Sitting up, I placed my palms on his chest, feeling his hard cock slid against my ass.

“Is that what your upset about?” I smacked his chest in annoyance. “Master,” he added for my pleasure. “Can I explain myself?”

“Go ahead.” I wiggled on his stomach, trying to get a bit more comfortable, feeling him twitch beneath me.

He grunted, face fully flushed. “Can you please turn the vibrators off first?”

I shook my head, grinning. “I’m not done playing with you yet.” I clawed at his chest. “You should continue addressing me properly.”

“Yes, Master.” He grinned back, knowing how much I enjoyed this. “Those students were from my Kissing 101 class. They were asking for help, Master. I was just doing my job by assisting them.”

Sitting back, I added pressure to his still trembling erection. “Wrong.” I rubbed against his crotch. “You should have sent them to an upperclassmen for help. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Master. I’ll do that from now on, if it pleases you.” His eyes glazed over as I continued grinding against him.

Placing my fingers on his lips, I dipped them into his mouth, feeling his tongue lap against the tips. “You should know that every part of your body belongs to me. Don’t let others touch you so easily.”

“Yes, Master,” he garbled around my fingers, sucking on them until I decided to drag them out of his mouth.

“These lips are mine.” Leaning forward, I finally kissed him, sucking and nipping until he was left drooling on himself. His tongue darted out, lapping across my lips playfully. He wanted more, so I gave it to him all the while grinding against his erection and feeling the low vibrations flowing through his cock and between his thighs. He shuddered beneath me, unable to release, only oozing slightly out the tip.

“Please, Master,” he begged.

“Please, what?”

“Please,” he breathed out. “Let me come, Master.”

“Oh, you want to come.”

He nodded, arching back into the pillow and raising his hips, practically lifting me off the bed.

“Looks like someone has a lot of energy all of a sudden. Do you want me to help you come?”

He nodded again, but I disagreed. I needed a verbal answer and he knew it. “Please, Master. Help me come.”

Slipping down and between his legs, I felt Seunghyun watching me. Of all the moments he enjoyed during sex, seeing me between his legs was probably his favorite. He liked watching me work and I liked feeling him lose all composure as he succumbed to the workings of my hands and mouth. My hands stroked his thighs as I stared up at him, barely licking up the underside of his cock. The vibrations tickled my tongue as I sucked in his tip. His stomach convulsed as his muscles tensed from the overwhelming feeling of my hot wet mouth against his privates. He struggled to keep his eyes open and focused on me.

Without turning the vibrator on his cock ring off, I began to pull it up his shaft. The moment it hit his tip, he twitched and came immediately while struggling to release completely. I kept the vibrator rubbing against his throbbing erection, helping him rid his body of the fluid built up inside his cock. When he looked spent, I massaged him gently, sucking him in and cleaning him up, trying to soothe the pain from being restrained for so long. His sensitivity had risen after the teasing.

I finished my task of sucking him dry and moved to caressing the welts left from my whipping earlier. I tenderly suckled each marking, lovingly medicating each stinging blemish on his body. He laughed as I cooed over his body each time I inspected a different spot, my breath tickling his skin before cooling the leftover burn from each blow. I tore off the vibrators between his thighs during the process, spending extra time between his legs, finding that I loved the shivering muscles of his thighs begging to squeeze his legs together with each pass of my lips and tongue across his skin.

After finishing my task, I straddled Seunghyun once more and leaned over him, undoing the cuffs on his wrists giving him instant relief as he was finally able to lower his arms. He didn’t waste any time linking his arms around my waist and pulling me in to admire my neck and shoulder with his tongue.

“Have I told you that you look incredible tonight, Master? Absolutely beautiful.” He spoke into my neck, hands gripping my ass and pulling my body flush against his. “You always know how to get me excited.”

Combing through his hair, I kept him close, allowing him to taste my body.

“Did you have fun tonight, Master?”

Pulling back, I examined his face. “What did you learn tonight?”

“That you own me, Master. And I shouldn’t allow anyone else to touch me.” His smile revealed that he had enjoyed himself thoroughly.

“Good, you learned your lesson.” I kissed his chin, biting as I pulled back.

We remained silent breathing in the atmosphere. I rested my head at the crook of his neck, pecking his skin occasionally, leaving small love bites here and there.

“Was I stubborn enough for you?” he asked.

“What?” I feigned confusion.

“You wanted to practice before your lesson tomorrow, right? I take it you’re teaching light-bondage in BDSM. Would you like me to help demonstrate as well?”

“Not needed. I just didn’t want to be rusty in front of the students, but that doesn’t mean you should ignore my lesson. I really hate seeing the students fawn over you, especially those damn first years. I can’t believe we got stuck teaching them just because other professors can’t handle the temptation.”

“Looks like someone’s jealous of the new kids?”

“I’m not jealous. I’m angry. You let their dirty lips taste yours. It’s against the rules, understood?” I chastised. “Don’t let it happen again or I’ll keep you tied up all night without release.”

“Jealous,” he mumbled again, taunting me.

“Do I need to teach you another lesson?”

“Yes, Master. I would love for you to teach me again.” He knew how to play his submissive role so well considering he wasn’t exactly fond of the role in the beginning.

“Okay.” I followed along, pulling his hands away from my body, cuffing them to the bed frame once again. He waited for more as I sat across his stomach, feeling the hardness of his cock against my backside. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Seunghyun.” I drug my fingers down his neck and chest until I reached his bellybutton. Walking them back up his torso, I cupped his chin, debating on whether or not to kiss him. Instead, I slid down between his legs, eyeing the beads I had discarded earlier. Sucking them into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks just the way he liked when I sucked on his cock, I stared at him while lathering spit over the toy.

I cupped his balls, fondling them as I watched his erection perk up again. Positioning the beads between his cheeks, I slowly guided them inside his body, one by one, watching as he sucked them in separately. When all seven spheres disappeared, I grabbed the tape preparing for my next step. Instead of using the cock ring again, I decided to tape one of the vibrators to the underside of his cock and the other one to his balls before turning them on medium power. It was intense enough to tease him, but not enough to push him fully over the edge; his sensitivity levels would have to be raised even higher for that to happen.

I stood at the foot of the bed admiring my handy work. Seunghyun whined at the lack of adequate stimulation, but he deserved it for being so rude to his master, especially after I gave him such a fantastic release moments before.

“You should lay there and think about what you’ve done. I’m going to take a nice long soak in the bathtub since you’ve gotten me dirty again.”

“Jiyong…”

“Ah, ah, ah.” I tutted. “That’s not how you should address me. It seems I’m still a bit rusty and you need to learn your lesson a little better.” Blowing him a kiss, I walked around the end of the bed towards the bathroom, ignoring his pleading and apologies. It was just a tad late for all that and if I gave in to him now, he wouldn’t learn just how serious I am about the student situation. He needed to suffer for a while. I would just have to make it up to him later.