The Bone Collector - The Watch #1 - Bonus Epilogue (Patreon)

This is super raw. I'll probably edit it again tomorrow when I'm not cross-eued. This is the longest bonus epilogue i've ever written but co

This is super raw. I'll probably edit it again tomorrow when I'm not cross-eued. This is the longest bonus epilogue i've ever written but considering The Bone Collector was my biggest book at 97k words it feels fitting. Unedited/Unbeta'd. 

Gift

Gift slammed his knees shut, lips tight as he fought the moan building at the back of his throat. He could absolutely not make sex noises in a classroom full of his closest friends, even if he was currently in the throes of the most mind-bending pleasure.

Payton side-eyed him curiously from his seat beside him. “Is that burrito from lunch fighting back?”

Gift opened his mouth to reassure him he was fine, but Park chose that exact moment to steal the breath from his lungs, the buzzing little toy inside him intensifying, pulsing against his prostate until goosebumps erupted along his skin. He was almost positive his eyeballs were sweating. Could eyeballs sweat? He felt sweaty. Everything felt sweaty. Sweaty and so good and also so bad. Gift’s brain felt like it was playing tug of war with his pleasure/pain response.

When he remembered, Payton still stared at him, he once more attempted to say he was fine, but instead a strangled sound poured out of him like he was being possessed by a demon and not edged by one.

Payton’s eyes went comically wide. If Gift still had the ability to feel anything but bliss, he might have laughed. Gift had never seen a psychopath look so concerned for another person then the way his best friend looked at him now. And Gift couldn’t even reassure him he was okay. Because he wasn’t okay, he was so far from okay he couldn’t find okay with a GPS.

Instead, he just gave Payton a pained smile and a thumb’s up, his toes curling in his dress shoes as the toy inside him massaged his prostate just right. Gift snapped his gaze to Park when the vibrations leveled up another notch and Gift felt himself leaking into his underwear. He prayed his jacket covered whatever wet spot was surely on his uniform pants by now. There were still forty-five more minutes before class ended. Was he going to force him to come in class? Bastard.

Park sat at his desk, cool as can be, chair reclined, feet kicked up on the desk, ankles crossed. He wiggled his brows at Gift then held the tiny remote up, showing it to him. Gift had never hated someone as much as he hated Park in that moment.

His hand shot up. Park did nothing to hide his amusement. “Yes, Gift.”

“Can I be excused?”

Park blinked at him. “Why?”

“Why?” he echoed.

Park gave him a condescending look that had more pre-cum leaking into his already uncomfortably sticky underwear. “Yes, Gift. Why should I excuse you from this mandatory class that contains a lab that is also mandatory if you plan to pass this class. If it’s not an emergency, then no. You may not. No special treatment. Sorry.”

“Damn,” Dove muttered behind him.

Gift sagged in his seat and glared at Park. Park pretended not to notice, but his fingers curled around the edges of his desk as the toy moved impossibly faster. Fucking sadistic bastard. God, Gift fucking loved him.

When Gift had taunted him about being edge-proof after so many of Park’s sessions, his fiance’s mouth had formed a hard line, and he’d raised a single brow in a way that made Gift’s cock immediately hard. He’d just wanted a spanking, maybe to get bent over a table or the sofa.

He hadn’t thought Park would wake him up with two thick fingers fucking into his tight hole. He’d never expected the tiny bullet vibrator Park slipped inside him. There was no way he could have foreseen Park turning it onto the lowest setting, wrapping a hand around Gift’s hard cock and jerking him just the way he liked. Gift didn’t think he’d get so close to coming he was begging Park for release within minutes. And he definitely wasn’t prepared for Park removing his hand just before he did, slapping his ass and telling him to get ready for school.

Gift had thought he’d be okay. There was only so much range on the tiny remote controlling his torment. Sure, Park had teased him all through breakfast and on the walk to his first class, but that had been fun, pleasurable even once he’d gotten over being blue balled first thing in the morning. They didn’t share another class together until noon—now—Forensic chemistry.

Park was the teacher, he hardly had time to torment Gift, this was important stuff.Poisons and bomb making level important. Park would hardly be irresponsible enough to risk Gift missing such an important lesson. Park was far too responsible for that.  That’s what he’d told himself fifteen minutes ago when he was young and naive and had forgotten his fiance was a sadist.

Turns out, that Park, the love of Gift’s life, the most level-headed man Gift had ever known, was an unconscionable fucking monster. A sick, twisted deviant, who clearly didn’t care if Gift copied down the super important formula on the board that could just, you know, take out a whole city block if done wrong. Sure, Park killed people, but this was so much worse.

From the moment Gift had entered class, Park had been on a mission to force Gift to embarrass himself. And he was seconds away from accomplishing said mission. So far, he only looked slightly insane, like he’d had a bad burrito and was definitely not getting a prostate massage on steroids from a sex toy in front of all of his friends. But that was going to change. Gift could feel it.

Park stood, slipping the remote back into his pocket. “Did everyone get this down?” he asked, nodding his head towards the board.

There was a chorus of tired ‘yes’s’ by everyone but Gift who was starting to sweat through his shirt. He wanted to take his jacket off…and his tie…fuck, and his pants…and underwear. He wanted to wrap a tight fist around himself and jerk off until he finally got the relief he was so desperate for.

But that would hardly be socially acceptable, though he was sure Payton and probably Dove would be on board. Morgan too, most likely. She was a joiner. And a nutbag.

Park seemed to think it was perfectly acceptable to leave that toy buzzing inside him for six minutes. Six minutes and fifty-two seconds to be exact. By the time the toy shut off completely, Gift was breathing hard, his pulse beating in his neck and his blood rushing in his ears. It felt like he had the worst case of the flu ever.

He fidgeted in his uncomfortably hard chair—turned torture device—trying to find a comfortable position, doing his best to focus Park’s words. His very important words. Gift tried, he truly did, but even without the toy, he was so hard that his zipper was going to leave a scar on his already abused and neglected cock.

A white cloth square appeared in front of him. Gift flicked his gaze upwards to see Park standing over him, the corners of his mouth turned up just enough for Gift—and only Gift—to see he was holding back laughter.

When he didn’t take the offering but instead glowered at the older man—the love of his life, the man he would gladly garrote with his own fucking necktie if given an opportunity—Park tilted his head in a way that sent a shiver down Gift’s spine. It was the look. The look that told Gift he was on thin ice, that he was going to get a punishment that would ensure he wouldn’t sit down for three days.

It was usually Gift’s favorite look, but now he wanted to scream or cry or stomp his feet like an errant toddler. Instead, he snatched the handkerchief away from Park and wiped his face with it, before shoving it back in his hand. Only then did he realize the entire class stared at him, all with various levels of curiosity.

He wished he believed in God. Any God. Any higher being he could call on to get him through this without being the weird kid who came in his pants while talking about bombs. He would tell that God that he’d learned his lesson. That he would never, ever taunt Park again. Ever. He wanted to tell Park too, wanted to drop down to his knees and show him that he’d learned his lesson.

But then again, he also wanted to show Park that he wasn’t as weak as he thought he was. Even though he really, really fucking was.

“Are you alright, ouen?” Park asked, voice disgustingly blase about the situation.

Despite his plan just seconds ago to beg Park to forgive him, Gift gave him a petulant glare. “I’m fine, hia.”

“We’re in class, Gift,” Park reprimanded as if the entire school didn’t know they were engaged to be married.

“I am aware of our location, Park,” Gift shot back, popping the p on his name.

Park barked out a surprised laugh. “What did you just call me?”

Gift sat back, crossing his arms. “What did you want me to call you? Mr. Chen? Professor Chen? P’? Sir?”

Someone whistled low behind them. Park didn’t answer, just gave him a grin that had Gift’s insides quivering and heat pooling like warm honey in his belly. God, Gift fucking hated him.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Why was he making it worse?

Gift swore sometimes there was a tiny horny gremlin that lived in his head that would take over the controls of his brain to mouth filter and force Gift to taunt Park into doing terrible, horrible, wonderful things to him for hours on end.

Park sauntered to the front of the room, leaning comfortably against the edge of his desk, his hand sliding back into his pocket as he gazed out over the sea of faces.

“In this line of work, the margin between an effective operation and a catastrophe can be razor-thin.” He looked at Gift, then. “The compound we’ll discuss today is volatile—a blend that, if used correctly, can breach a safe’s door without alerting a neighborhood. However, mishandle it, and the consequences will be devastating.”

The toy started once more…drawing a startled whine from Gift before he could snap his lips shut. Gift flinched when Payton put a hand on his leg, leaning into his space. “Seriously, you don’t look good.”

Gift turned to his friend but couldn’t speak, just gave a manic nod that seemed to make him more concerned, not less. The low pulse was worse than the intense buzzing. The throbbing against Gift’s inner walls was like someone tapping his prostate, while the buzzing was like taking a battering ram to it. If they were alone in their bedroom, with Park’s hand around Gift’s cock or his throat, this would be heaven. Instead, Gift was about to be the devastating consequence Park spoke about.

Park dragged his gaze from Gift, to look over the class once more. “When I say that a misstep can level a city block, it’s not hyperbole. It’s a cautionary fact. Precision is not just a requirement—” Gift gasped as the toy ratcheted up once more— “it’s the only thing standing between a successful extraction and a national tragedy.” He looked at Gif. “Only you can determine the outcome.”

Is that a fucking metaphor? Was Park trying to tell him something? If it’s so dangerous, why would Park not let him concentrate on his school work? Gift dropped his hand to his crotch, pressing his palm to his painfully aching cock, praying Payton did not look down.

Gift needed friction or he was literally going to die. This wasn’t fun anymore. It wasn’t sexy anymore no matter how much his raging boner said otherwise. Fuck it. Fuck this.. Now, he prayed that Payton did look down. He prayed that Payton looked down and was somehow chill with Gift humping Payton’s leg like a dog, embarrassment be damned.

“This compound,” Park said, pointing to the chemical formula on the board. “is sensitive to heat, shock, and stupidity in equal measure. A single extra gram can amplify its effect exponentially.”

Gift couldn’t help but wonder if Park was talking about the compound or if he was talking about Gift’s smart mouth. It felt personal. Or maybe Gift was now too far gone to think of anything but himself. The world had shrunk to just him and that tiny little remote in Park’s pocket, the pocket that also contained Park’s hand.

Gift blinked sweat from his eyes as Park used his free hand to loosen his tie, lips twitching as Gift licked bottom lip. Why was it so hot in there? The tiny bullet inside him increased again, the unexpected intensity drawing a low moan from him. Payton’s gaze snapped to him, giving him an incredulous look, before turning to look at Dove and Morgan behind him, mouthing ‘What the fuck’ as if Gift couldn’t see him.

Park fixed the class with his steely gaze.“You are not chemists by trade, but today you must think as one. You’ll need to understand the reactions down to the atomic level. Because in the field, you won’t have the luxury of second-guessing your knowledge.”

Everyone in the room seemed to stiffen at his words, like they could feel the tension, the electricity of it all. Gift could only slump down in his seat as his evil, malicious fiance slid his hand from his pocket, clearly content to leave Gift to die right there in the middle of class.

Gift swallowed audibly as Park began to role his shirt sleeves up, revealing tanned muscular forearms, and veins that bulged each time he flexed. He loved those veins, got see them up close and personal whenever he wore Park’s hand like a necklace as he pounded into him mercilessly.

Gift wanted to lick them. He wanted to lick Park. He wanted to go to his knees for him while Park made him scream with that remote then fucked him until he blacked out. But he could only stare…and suffer. Was it possible to die of a hard on? Of non-stop prostate stimulation.

He should die on Park. He bet he’d feel really stupid if he edged Gift to death. It would serve him right. Instead, Park acted as if nothing was wrong. Like Gift didn’t look like he was two seconds away from needing a trip to the infirmary. His smooth, devastatingly sexy voice continued the lesson, unbothered, as Gift died a little more each moment.

“Detonation chemistry is not just mixing A and B and hoping for the best. It’s about understanding the why. Why do these reactions occur? What causes the instability? And crucially, how can you control it with absolute certainty?”

How was Park so calm? How could he talk about this so easily while ripping at the very fabric of Gift’s sanity?

Park’s hand returned to his pocket and Gift whined enough to draw the attention of the entire class. Park chuckled infuriatingly. “Did you say something, Gift? Did you have a question?”

Gift clenched his teeth, nostrils flaring, then shook his head, not trusting himself—or Park and his rogue remote—to speak.

Park gave him an affable smile. “Okay, then.”

Yeah, Gift fucking hated Park, hated him with every fiber of his being. Gift’s eyes stung, his clothing stuck to him like he’d worn them into the shower, he was shaking like a leaf and not just because of the toy inside him. He was dizzyingly hard. He contemplated just making a run for it, but he’d have to hide his very obvious hard-on to get to the door. Also, he wasn’t entirely sure his knees wouldn’t give out the moment he stood up.

“For today’s practical exercise, you’ll calculate the precise ratios needed for a contained blast. You will measure twice, mix once, and always be aware of the room’s temperature. Because in this scenario, an incorrect calculation doesn’t result in a poor grade—it results in loss of life.”

The students nodded like bobble heads, their earlier casual demeanor replaced by a sober attentiveness. Must be nice.

“Remember, the goal is to take out your target, not their entire block. Subtlety, stealth, and scientific rigor are the hallmarks of your craft.”

Subtlety, stealth, and scientific rigor are the hallmarks of your craft, Gift mouthed mockingly, sliding lower in his seat when he noted Park’s eyes on him. Good. He needed to know Gift was mad. Super mad. The maddest mad he’d ever been at Park.

He pressed his palm against his dick once more, not to come but just to…survive. In a minute, they were all going to have to walk next door to the lab. Gift looked miserably towards Park, who acted as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

The door to the classroom popped open, Professor Pike sticking his head in and catching Park’s gaze. “Sorry, just saw your text. You needed me?”

Park nodded then looked at the students once again. “Head next door to the lab.” Everyone rose to their feet but Gift. He needed to come up with some kind of…strategy, for how he was going to get through this. When Payton saw he didn’t follow, he slowed, turning to say, “Are you good? Maybe I should take you to the—”

“Payton. Go to the lab,” Park said sharply.

Payton narrowed his eyes at Park, then with one last curious look at his friend, Payton made his way towards the exit with the others. Just before the students made it to the back door that led to the adjoining lab, Park said, “Do not touch anything until there’s someone there to supervise. We don’t want another incident like last time, right Lucy?”

The tiny dark haired psychopath giggled creepily then shook her head. “No, Professor.”

When only Park, Pike and Gift remained, he took a deep breath and let it out, then began to stand. “Stay where you are,” Park snapped, tone leaving no room for argument. To Pike, he said, “Gift’s very ill. I am going to take him back to his room to lie down. Would you mind supervising the students while they try out the formula on the board?”

Gift bit his bottom lip so he didn’t sob with relief at his words. Even if Park really just was taking him to his room, he could jerk off once he left.

Pike looked at Gift, eyes widening at his condition, before nodding. “Yeah, of course. Is he alright?”

Park sighed, his tone frustratingly saccharine as he slipped his hands into his pockets. “I think he might be coming down with something. He doesn’t seem quite himself today.” He looked at Gift. “Isn’t that right, ouen?”

Gift went to speak when the toy flared to what Gift had to assume at this point was level one thousand, a startled cry falling from his lips as he literally slammed both of his fists on his desk. Park turned his face towards the blackboard, probably to hide his smug ass smile from Pike.

Pike winced. “Yeah, no. Go. I got this. Take the rest of the day if you need to. It’s my admin day, I can handle your afternoon classes.”

“Really?” Park said, turning an absolutely bone chilling smile on Gift. “That would be perfect. I’m not sure I feel comfortable leaving him alone. He always seems to get into trouble when left to his own devices.”

Pike frowned, then looked back and forth between the two. “Yeah, right. I got you. Take care of your boy.”

With that, he headed to the lab, leaving only Park and Gift in the large classroom. The toy ceased again, but the damage was done, it was like his body remembered the sensation and was hellbent on making Gift relive it.

A phantom vibrator.

Spooky.

Park marched over to Gift and snatched his bag from the floor, then wrapped an arm around Gift’s bicep, tugging him to his feet. “Let’s go, brat.”

Gift clasped his hands in front of his crotch, doing his best to follow, legs as wobbly as a baby deer. Gift didn’t get what Park was so huffy about. He wasn’t the one being tortured.

He practically dragged Gift out of the education building to staff quarters where Park’s apartment was. When Gift’s knees finally buckled, Park sighed like he was so put upon, sweeping him into his arms bridal style and carrying him the rest of the way.

He didn’t put Gift down until they were in Park’s bedroom, where he tossed him unceremoniously on the bed, staring down at him as he yanked his tie free and let it fall to the floor. “Do you have something to say to me, Kla?” he asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling the remote free.

“Like what?” Gift asked, sulking.

Park snorted, leaning down and wrapping a fist around Gift’s loosened tie tugging him to his knees on the bed, until their faces were so close Gift was cross-eyed. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, baby. It’s up to you. Haven’t you had enough?”

That horny gremlin in Gift’s head was trying desperately to wrestle the mic away from the sane part of Gift’s brain. The gremlin one. “Am I supposed to apologize? You’re the one who just humiliated me in front of thirty of my classmates.”

Park captured Gift’s lower lip between his teeth, then pulled. “You embarrassed yourself, ouen. You were the one who decided you were…what did you call it? Oh, right. Edge-proof,” he growled, before putting his lips against Gift’s ear. “How about now? Do you feel hia has sufficiently edged you this time? Because I can assure you, I can and will do this all night.”

Gift opened his mouth but Park pulled back and pinched his lips together. “And before you let that smart mouth write a check your ass can’t cash, keep in mind, it's barely noon.”

Fuck.

Gift had just wanted to get spanked and fucked. Maybe have Park pull his hair and call him a dirty slut. Was that too much to ask? Instead, he was a sweaty, gasping, horny mess. A literal dirty slut. It was clear being a brat wasn’t going to get him what he wanted. He had no choice but to change tactics.

He let his chin quiver, eyes welling with unshed tears. “I’m sorry, hia.”

Park snorted, clearly not buying it, but dragging his lips across Gift’s anyway. “Mm, that’s more like it, dek dee.”

Gift melted against him as their lips collided again, letting Park control the kiss, his brain going deliciously hazy as he fucked his tongue lazily into Gift’s mouth. “Hia…”

Park’s hand fisted into Gift’s sweaty locks, tilting his head this way and that, kissing him like he owned him, like he needed to taste every bit of Gift’s mouth. He yelped as Park nipped his bottom lip, then sucked it, before wrenching Gift’s head back to suck at his neck.

Gift’s lids fluttered, his cock still straining desperately against his zipper. He whimpered, his hand reaching for his button. Park snagged it. “Oh, no. That’s not happening, love.”

Gift wailed, genuinely distraught over his development. Hadn’t he suffered enough?

Park ghosted his lips over Gift’s as he spoke. “Here’s how this is going to go. First you’re going to undress like a good boy. Then I’m going to restrain you, since it seems you have no self-control. Then I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours until I cum down your throat. Then, and only then, will I touch your needy little cock and maybe let you come. Do you understand?”

Gift whined but he nodded, voice barely a whisper as he said, “Yes, hia.”

“Good. Undress and I’ll be right back.”

Gift stood, but struggled to remove his close, fingers shaking so hard he could barely work open the buttons on his shirt. It took him twice as long to undress as it normally would, still he put his clothes in the dirty hamper and stood waiting for Park.

When he returned, Gift’s heart began to gallop, making him lightheaded. Park had been in the treasure chest. He had the real restraints, the leather cuffs with the soft fur inside. But that wasn’t all. Park had a spreader bar. Oh, God. Gift wasn’t making it out of his alive. They’d never used the spreader bar.

“Hands,”  Park said, voice cold.

Gift put his wrists together, the picture of obedience, letting Park cuff his hands in front of him, heart squeezing as he felt him run a finger along the inside of each one to make sure they weren’t too tight. Park spun Gift away from him, then pressed himself against his back, running his lips across the skin at the nape of his neck, nuzzling behind his ear. “Color, pretty baby?”

“Green, hia,” Gift said, swooning inside.

Park placed another soft kiss against Gift’s fluffy cheek. “Good boy.”

He turned Gift back around, glancing down at Gift’s achingly hard cock, flushed an angry reddish purple, leaking so much it dripped on the floor. “You’re making a mess again, slut.”

“Sorry, hia,”Gift said demurely, erection twitching at Park’s words.

“Mm, I’m not sure you are,” Park said, tone suspicious.

Gift stayed quiet as Park went to his knees. Gift’s cock throbbed as Park’s breath puffed against his erection. For an instant, he thought maybe Park had changed his mind, but that was just wishful thinking. He picked up the spreader bar and secured it between Gift’s knees, sucking in a gasp—not sure if it was pleasure or pain—when Park took the tip of Gift’s dick between his lips giving one hard suck, tonguing at his slit. Before Gift even registered what he’d done, he was standing, licking his bottom lip like he could still taste him.

“On your knees,” Park commanded.

Gift’s knees buckled like they weren’t under his control, hitting the hard floor without thought. Park gripped his hair again, dragging his face to his crotch, letting him nuzzle at the bulge straining behind those perfectly tailored black pants. Gift moaned before Park wrenched him away.

He dropped to crouch before Gift, hand still holding his hair. With this free hand, he stroked Gift’s cheek. “You’re such a needy mess, baby. So desperate for my cock. Bet you’d beg to get your mouth on it, huh, baby?”

“Yes, hia.”

“Then do it. Beg. Show hia what a needy little whore you are. Beg to suck my cock, beg to choke on it.”

Gift flushed, his degradation kink was getting worse daily. He fucking loved when Park talked down to him like this.

“Please, hia. Please let me suck you. I want my mouth on you.”

Park scoffed. “That’s the best you can do? Guess I was wrong about you needing it.”

Gift’s whole body was on fire, his cock throbbing, desperate to please him. “Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, hia. Please let me suck you, let me gag on your perfect cock, please. I will be so good. I’ll be the best. I…Please?”

Park ignored Gift’s begging to ask, “Did you enjoy your lesson today?”

Gift shook his head. “No, hia.”

“Do you know why hia punished you?”

Gift nodded, licking his lower lip nervously before he locked eyes with Park. “Cause I was bad.”

Park tsked. “Mm, you were more than that.”

“I-I was mouthy.”

“Go on,” Park said, expression expectant, like a parent waiting for a child to explain what they’d done wrong.

Gift whined. “I was a mouthy little slut.”

Park gave him a huge smile. “Exactly. And what happens to mouthy little sluts, baby?”

Gift shivered. “They get punished.”

“Mm, that’s right,” Park said, booping Gift on the nose. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, hia.”

“That’s right. Who makes the rules?”

“You do, hia.”

“Right, again. My pretty baby is so smart.”

Gift preened despite the pain in his knees, his aching cock or the tension where Park still fisted his hair.

“Why does hia have make the rules for his baby?” he chided.

“Because cock makes baby dumb,” Gift said.

“That’s right, you get cock dumb and you make bad choices and those bad choices lead to punishments. Like now. You’re lucky you have hia to help you. Say thank you.”

“Thank you, hia.”

Park pulled the remote from his pocket and showed it to Gift who couldn’t stop the wet sob that escaped. Park gave him a pitying look then a gentle kiss. “My poor baby. Don’t worry. It’s almost over.” He clicked the button and the toy whirred back to life inside him, Gift started to sag at the sudden kick of pleasure/pain. He yanked him back up onto his knees, his gaze cold as he looked into Gift’s eyes. “Almost.”

Tears rolled down his cheeks, soft sobs falling from his lips, his cock bobbing uselessly against his belly. Park licked the tears from each cheek. “So pretty. You’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me. When you’re on your fucking knees for me.”

He stood then, releasing Gift’s hair. He slid the remote in his pocket as he undid his belt, pulling it free and letting it coil onto the mattress, before he reached for the clasp on his pants. He didn’t remove them, just opened them enough to pull his cock free, stroking it a few times even though he was already hard.

Gift whined, desperate to get Park in his mouth.

“We won’t be able to use the color system.”

Because I’ll be choking on your perfect fucking dick.

“But if you want hia to stop or slow down, just tap me, okay?”

Gift nodded, sniffling from the tears still spilling down his cheeks. That’s why Park had tied his hands at the front. Normally, when he restrained him, it was with his hands behind his back so Park could hold onto the cuffs as he fucked into him once he was done tormenting him.

“Open your mouth, slut,” Park demanded.

Gift quickly complied, trying to ignore the toy pulsing inside him so he could make Park feel good. He loved making Park feel good. Plus only then would he get his own relief.

He stuck out his tongue.

Park chuckled, slapping the heavy weight of his cock onto Gift’s tongue. “Somebody’s eager.”

Gift hummed, content as Park combed his fingers through his hair, lazily working his cock between Gift’s lips. He rocked his hips, sliding deeper each time until he was pressing into the tight squeeze of Gift’s throat. Park moaned as Gift’s gag reflex triggered and he coughed.

“Breathe through your nose, baby. Relax your throat for hia,” Park coached.

Easier said than done with the toy wrecking his insides, but he hummed to let him know he heard him. Park pulled back and thrust again, fucking into Gift’s mouth in slow, deep strokes that forced Gift to take him deeper each time, forced him to concentrate.

“That’s it, baby. Just let hia fuck that tight little throat. Such a good whore for me. My pretty boy, my needy baby, my perfect whore,” he said, voice strained.

Gift moaned long and low at Park’s words, spreading his knees a little wider as Park’s hips began to move faster, Gift closed his eyes and let his head get swimmy, focused only on making Park feel good. He swirled his tongue around the head, then bobbed his head and sucked, the sounds obscene in the quiet of the room.

Park’s hands locked in Gift’s hair, his sign that he was going to be rough with him. Gift welcomed it. He loved this part, just let himself go, let himself fall into that warm, fuzzy headspace. “Ready, baby?”

That was the only warning he got before Park thrust inside, not stopping until Gift’s nose was pressed against Park’s skin, his mouth stretched around the base. He gagged, his throat convulsing, his air supply completely cut off. The panic kicked in like it always did. He was helpless, a slave to Park’s desires. He could keep him there, he could do anything to him.

Park brought one hand from Gift’s hair to his throat, grinding himself deeper then fucking his throat in short pulses to feel where his cock lodged in his throat. “Look at me.”

Gift looked up at him, trying to imagine what he looked like on his knees, choking on Park’s cock, spit pouring from his lips down his chin, unable to do a thing to stop it. Park looked at him like he was barely able to control himself. Like Gift was one temptation too many. It was a heady feeling, an addictive one. He liked being Park’s sole desire and he’d let him choke him on his dick every day as long as he kept looking at him like Gift was his sole focus. The only thing he needed in life.

As his air supply lapsed, his ears started to ring, his head floaty, his throat raw and aching, tears and snot and spit coating his face. But just when his vision started to pinpoint, Park pulled free. Gift crumpled to sit on his heels, sucking in breaths like a drowning victim finally resurfacing.

Park groaned. “Color?”

“Green,” Gift managed, words sounding distant even to himself. He felt a little…distant, head getting floatier and floatier, grateful for Park’s hand in his hair so he didn’t float away.

Park was suddenly there, crouching before him again, hands on Gift’s cheeks. “Look at me.”

Gift blinked at him, doing his best to focus, but his brain was wrapped in cotton, so beautifully hazy and he didn’t want to come back to the real world just yet. The pulsing inside him no longer agitated him, only made every single nerve-ending feel electrified.

Park frowned. “I think we should take a break.”

Gift shook his head, frantic, tears flowing faster. “No. Please, hia. Please. I’m fine. I’m fine. I love this. I love you. You can be as rough as you want. I love it. I’m a good boy. I need to come. I need you to to come too. Come inside me. I-”

“Shh,” Park said, stroking his thumbs under Gift’s cheeks like he wasn’t an absolute mess. “New plan. Get on the bed.”

Park hauled him from his knees and nodded towards the bed beside them. Gift climbed onto the bed with difficulty, the spreader bar making him feel silly and awkward. He kept his eyes on Park, no longer trusting him to stay and continue their playtime.

Park gave him his real smile, the one that made his whole face transform. “On your back, baby.”

Gift’s heart plummeted into his stomach, a choked sound leaving his throat. “You don’t have to be nice to me. I want-I want you to use me. Please? I’m your needy baby, remember? Your whore? Don’t act like I can’t handle this.”

Park brows shot up as if surprised, then knitted together.

Gift couldn’t fight the panic clawing its way up his throat. “Please,” he said again.

Gift’s head was wrenched to the side, his cheek stinging. It took a full thirty seconds for Gift to realize Park had slapped him. Park had never slapped him before. Fuck he wanted him to do it again. Gift’s cock throbbed and his nipples were hard enough to cut glass. His cheek tingled like when your leg falls asleep then starts to wake up.

“Are you disobeying hia? Again? Did you not learn your lesson this morning? You really are a cock dumb little slut, huh. Get. On. Your. Back. Now.”

Gift moaned, finally complying with Park’s order, planting his heels on the bed, knees bent. Park appeared beside him, bending over him until they were millimeters apart, so close Gift could feel every breath as he said, “Hands over your head, do not move them unless I give you permission. Do you fucking hear me?”

“Yes, hia.”

Gift sucked in a surprised breath as Park smashed their mouths together in a sloppy, violent kiss, all teeth and spit and tongue. “You do not come until I say. Do you understand?”

Gift nodded, once more feeling deliciously woozy. Park showed Gift the remote, clicking it one, two, three times. Gift had thought he was numb to it but he was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. The sound that fell from Gift’s lips was barely human, his cock drooling precum onto his belly. He was crying again. Maybe he’d never stopped. He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything except he felt like he was outside his body, looking down at himself. He would have laughed at the thought if he wasn’t so wrecked.

Park’s gaze raked over him and Gift felt it like a physical touch. “Fuck, baby. Look at you. So wet. So fucked out and cock drunk and I haven’t even touched your dick yet.”

Gift sobbed, then sniffled, not even able to formulate a response. Then, finally, finally, Park’s hand wrapped around Gift’s cock. He cried out, flinching, so far past needing to come that it felt like he actually might die from it.

Park reached over and pulled the lube out from under the pillow, the smell of synthetic strawberries filling the air. He tipped the bottle, letting it drizzle onto his hand and Gift’s cock. He shivered as he felt it drip down his balls onto the comforter.

Park worked it slowly over Gift’s shaft, then started to move, the wet sound of the lube squelching with each stroke and Gift’s broken cries were the only sounds in the room. Each stroke was painfully slow, but devastatingly tight, sending shivers along Gift’s skin like someone stroking him with a feather. Ever movement was heaven. Every movement was hell.

Park wasn’t done tormenting him., it seemed. The toy beat against his prostate in a way that made him taste color and hear sound, but Park’s strokes were either slow and hard or fast and loose and no matter which it was, they only served to push him closer to the cliff’s age, but never throw him over.

Park watched him intently, eyes shiny, lips parted. He loved this almost more than he loved being inside Gift.

Months ago, Gift would have been horrified at being completely naked and tied up with Park fully clothed, studying him like a specimen under a microscope. Now it only added to their playtime. Park laid down on his side, one hand propping his head up while the other stroked Gift, tearing him apart like a house in a tornado.

Gift could see Park was just as hard, but he seemed unbothered, lying there with his dick out. He was always so restrained, so put together. It was as sexy as it was frustrating. Gift wished he could break him like he broke Gift again and again.

Gift didn’t realize he was pumping his hips up into Park’s fist until he took his hand away.

“No,” Gift cried, sobs wracking his body. “Please. Please. I’ve been good. I’m so sorry, hia. I’m so sorry. You are the best at edging. You edge me so well. Please let me come. Please. Please. I’ve been good. I’m a good boy. Right? I’m your good boy…Right?”

Gift had no control over his tongue anymore, the words pouring out of him like a faucet on high. He was too far gone for rationality. He just wanted to come already.

Park sat up to cup Gift’s face. “Shh. Shh, baby. Okay. Okay. Just breathe.”

Gift’s eyes fell closed, nuzzling into Park’s hand like a cat. Then his touch was gone and the bed was shifting. The toy stopped moving entirely. Gift sucked in a breath as it shifted inside him. Park was sliding it out. Oh, thank fuck. Sobs wracked his body.

“Relax, baby. I can’t get it out if you don’t relax,” Park said, gently rubbing his belly.

Gift nodded, doing his best to comply. When the toy finally slipped free, his whole body went limp, the only thing keeping his legs up was the spreader bar. Park laid down sideways on the bed, one hand snaking under Gift’s leg. He kissed Gift’s soft belly. “You can come whenever you want, ouen.”

That was the only warning Gift got before Park swallowed him down, two slick fingers pushing inside his abused hole. He would have shoved his hands in his mouth to keep the sounds falling from his lips, but Park had told him not to move. He wanted to stay quiet but he was too far gone. He probably sounded like he was being murdered to anyone passing by Park’s room. He wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t. He’d never felt anything like this. This pleasure that bordered on pain, like it was so much his brain couldn’t process it.

Luckily, for them, the employee quarters were pretty empty during the day so it was unlikely someone would burst in to try and save him.

Park twisted his fingers, then pulled out, adding another. When he slipped back inside, he aimed for his prostate, massaging it in a way that made Gift feel…euphoric. Park hollowed out his cheeks, bobbing his head, no longer teasing, but looking to make Gift come. .

Gift could feel that steady heat building, feel his toes curl, his legs squirming, pressing his knees into the spreader bar to try to distract himself before he truly did become the explosion Park had discussed in class.

Park pulled off with a pop. “Come for me, ouen. Let me taste you.”

When he took him back in his mouth, he did this thing with his tongue and that was it. “Oh, hia, I-” it was all he managed before he finally came, his whole body locking up, his vision going white and fuzzy, mouth opening in a silent scream as Park continued to suck him through it.

He pulled off before Gift could get oversensitive. When he blinked his eyes open, Park hovered over him. Gift’s tummy fluttered at the way Park looked at him, dick trying to rally. He tugged Gift’s chin down, opening his mouth, he expected a kiss, but instead bitterness filled his mouth.

His cum.

Park was feeding him his own release.

Park dragged his lips along Gift’s jaw. “Be hia’s good little whore and swallow it all.”

Gift swallowed, then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show him.

Park gave him a soft smile. “Good boy.”

Park separated Gift’s restraints on his hands and for a second Gift thought he was taking them off but he just secured each wrist to the spreader bar so that his legs were raised and open. Park didn’t say a word, just slicked up his cock and lined up with Gift’s sensitive hole giving no warning before he slammed home.

Gift cried out, body bowing, pain exploding behind his lids as his cock dragged across Gift’s abused and overstimulated prostate.

“Look at me.”

Gift’s lids fluttered open, gaze locked on his, watching as he wrapped his hands around Gift’s thighs and fucked him. There was no finesse, no teasing, Park was losing it.Finally.

Gift watched, riveted, as Park chased his own pleasure, using Gift to find it. Each thrust made him wince, causing him to clench around Park’s cock, which made Park groan, rhythm faltering just a bit each time.

“You feel so fucking good, ouen. You’re so hot and wet and tight, I could stay inside you forever. Gonna fuck you so full.” He put a hand on Gift’s stomach. “Fill you up until your belly is bloated with it. Till it leaks out of you. Fuck. My perfect boy. My needy little slut. You want hia to come? Make you feel full?”

Gift nodded desperately. “Please. Please. Fill me up. Been-Been so good for you. Please, hia. Make me full.”

Park groaned, his thrusts losing rhythm, then he just ground his hips against Gift’s ass with a growl. He always did that. Always pressed so deep when he came, like he wanted it as deep inside him as he could get, like he thought he could get him pregnant or something.

Park bent and kissed Gift’s knee, then pulled out. Gift whined. He hated that part. He felt Park spread him open, could feel the heat of his gaze on the most intimate part of him as he watched his come leak out of him. “Fuck, your gaping, baby. Your hole looks so pretty when its all fucked out. Should plug you up next time. So you can stay full.”

Gift whimpered. “Please.”

Park released the restraints, rubbing his wrists and knees, pressing kisses to each bit of exposed flesh as he went. “Thirty seconds and I’ll be back, count for me.”

It was what they did now. What Gift needed. His brain hated losing sight of Park after intense scenes like this. Park returned quickly, cleaning him up, then carrying him to the bath. He left him there to soak as he ran to the kitchen to get Gift water and fruit. When he returned he climbed in, feeding him and making him drink, then holding him while they soaked.

“Was it what you hoped it would be, love?”

Gift craned his head to blink heavy lids at Park. “It was perfect, hia. You always know just what I need.”

Gift dozed in the warm water, his head against Park’s shoulder as he washed him with the utmost care, like Gift was fragile, precious, important. To Park, he was all of those things and that never failed to blow his mind.

Park gently shook Gift awake, helping him from the tub, getting him dressed in his comfiest clothes—a pair of worn boxers and a t-shirt of Park’s that had to be as old as Gift—blow-dried his hair, and then took him back to the bedroom. Park had somehow already changed the comforter, lit candles and had the latest episode of The Devil Judge pulled up.

Park tucked him into bed. “Just rest, baby. I’m gonna make you your disgraceful ramyeon.”

Gift snuggled deeper into the plush bedding and stretched until every joint popped. “You’re spoiling me.”

Park kissed his forehead. “You deserve to be spoiled. I’ll be right back.”

As soon as he was gone, Gift rolled over and pressed his face into the pillow, fighting the urge to kick his feet like a teenager with a crush. How was this his life? How had he somehow gotten everything he always wanted? It didn’t seem real.

He laid there like that until Park returned with their food, carefully handing him a bowl. Once they were settled, Park pushed play.

Park watched the show, while Gift watched him. Park smiled when he noticed him staring.

“What?”

Gift flushed. “Nothing.”

Park narrowed his eyes. “It doesn’t look like nothing.”

Gift’s pink cheeks became a deep red. He gestured towards the television. “Pay attention.”

Park leaned over and nuzzled Gift’s neck until he squealed and wiggled away. “You’re going to make me spill my ramyeon,” he whined. “And we’ll run out of bedding.”

Park scoffed. “Fine, keep your secrets.”

“I will,” Gift pouted.

As soon as Park focused on the tv once more, Gift leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Lak, na,” Gift whispered against his ear.

This time it was Park who turned red, all the way to the tips of his cute little ears.  “I love you, too, sweet boy. Now watch the show.”

Gift laughed, but settled in. He had the rest of his life to bother Park. Maybe a hundred lifetimes if Gift had anything to say about it.