Brat | Tamer

Brat | Tamer

By Seki

DISCLAIMER

This story is separated into three parts (Morning, Noon and Night) If you love the character buildup and chemistry, then please enjoy from A to Z! If you'd like the sexual content now, please skip to part three (Night)

Everyone depicted in this story is above 21 years of age.

WARNING: This story contains sensitive subject matter and certain triggers. Please avoid reading if you are uncomfortable with: degradation, humiliation, impact play causing bruising, intense domination, name calling, use of faggot slur once, bondage, cum play, CNC, sounding, ass to mouth, spitting, slapping, anal fisting, mention of piss play

Thank you <3

Morning...

Like clockwork, he abruptly burst into my classroom an hour after I started my lesson. Ignoring the other student's glares and mine, he smiled, bowing at an attempt of acting apologetic and then made his way to one of the free seats. He took off his hood, looked straight at me and gave me a thumbs up... I remained composed although my annoyance caused me to bite down on my inner cheek harder than I wanted to. I sighed and continued my class as a professor should, for the sake of the other students.

In the next few hours, as expected, he stayed quiet, yet his unrelenting pleas for attention were oh so obvious to no one else but me. It had grown into a somewhat of a tedious little ritual every Friday.

"Everyone, this assignment will roughly be 15% of your mark for this semester, I suggest you get to work as soon as possible. If you have any questions regarding sub groups or lazy evaluation, please do not hesitate to reach out. Have a great weekend, I'll see you next week." I dismissed my class and started packing up.

"Mister Sullivan, a word please," I mentioned aloud, not even bothering to look up as I put my things in my bag.

While a sea of students stood, putting their jackets on, gathering their things to then walk up to the exit, some waving and wishing me a nice weekend, one pair of legs was lazily making their way to the base of the stairs, to the front of the class. I could feel him nonchalantly lean on my desk and watch as the others left. I pulled up the projector screen and placed whatever remained of my effects in my bag and coat. Finally being the last two in class I looked up, meeting his gaze, which held that same daring smile from when he came in.

"You couldn't at least have waited until I finished my class this time, Liam?" I smiled mockingly.

"Now what kind of student would I be if I didn't interrupt you, Dominic?" he purred back with his usual cheeky tone.

"A good one," I answered dryly. "Even as my student, your only constant was arriving late..."

"I'm incorrigible, I guess..." Liam bit his lip. Brat...

"Liam, you haven't been my student since last August. It is now January. Can't you go bother any other one of your new professors?

"They aren't as fun as you. Plus it's exactly why I come and annoy you every week, Dom..." His smile became a flirty one as he whispered near me, which unwillingly shot a wave of shivers down my spine. "Because I'm not your student anymore..." he breathed out, his tongue clicking in my ear.

"Which makes me wonder why I haven't had you escorted out yet."

"C'mon Dom, you know why. Deep down you love it. You love this game we have going. You love seeing me every Friday, taunting you... must be the highlight of your week, really. But how you haven't snapped yet is beyond me. Your composure is unbelievable! Or maybe I'm losing my touch? Nah that's not it..." he replied to himself with grandeur.

"It's disruptive to my actual students," I objected. "It was cute for the first couple of weeks. Now it's just getting desperate," I lied...

"What you call desperate I call tenacious... And I think... I may be wearing you down. Am I wrong?"

I clenched my jaw and stared at him. He didn't look away, his honey coloured eyes almost piercing through me, daring me to say anything that would lean towards him being right. I slowly shook my head, trying to come up with anything worthy of an argument. Nothing came up.

"You just love pushing my buttons, don't you..."

"Just seeing how far I can push. You know, for research," he chuckled to himself. "And there must be something I'm doing right. My button pushing fingers must be scratching an itch somewhere, Dom... Yet, in all these years, you keep saying you don't want to push back."

"For many reasons you know of."

"But none of which is because you just don't want to, right?" I clenched my jaw again.

"After all this time with you, student or not, I learned some things, you know."

"Oh? Enlighten me." I ordered, a bit peeved. He was getting under my skin but I couldn't find a reason to shut myself up.

"I'm more observant than you think. You loved when I behaved, when I was a good obedient student... but then I noticed that shift in your gaze when I misbehaved." He bit his lip in front of me again, holding my gaze. "It thrills you when I piss you off. And I know the reason why."

I said nothing. I couldn't, not unless I wanted to start blurting out things I'd regret. I let him go on, maybe he'd tire himself out.

"I was just annoying enough to keep your attention on me. I should know, I'm perfect at it," he teased, causing a slight grin to unwillingly appear on my lips, just for an instance. Damn him.

"Dominic, look at me," he asked, pushing himself off my desk and taking a few steps back, presenting himself. His black hoodie was unzipped and I could see a bit of his chest from his tank which at a glance, seemed to be covered with the same beauty marks he showed on his face... I looked at him. And didn't stop.

"Aren't I the least bit attractive to you?" he asked innocently, hiding distinct depravity in the message. I could tell he was running on empty, his last attempt was his physique... I was running out of excuses for him. I didn't want to think about any of it and he was not making it easy. "I swear I'll be worth your time."

"Not the point..." I said a little faster than I wanted to. Closing my eyes, my mind started to race again, emptying every drawer, desperate to find anything worth spitting back at him. All it could find were images of that perfect naked body on his knees looking up at me, pleading. I shook off the thought with everything I had. I was about to rebuttal, but he spoke first, as if reading my mind:

"No. Not the age gap thing. Don't start that whole debate crap with me again," he argued, which was one of my obvious excuses we had spoken about in a previous weekly after class special. I sighed.

"There's nothing I can say that'll make you stop, is there?" I snarled, conflicted between my professionalism and how it was slowly making way for my dominant, frustrated side who wanted nothing more than to say yes and wipe that bratty smirk off his face... I hated how much I wanted it.

He slid his hoodie off, exposing more of his chest, but also his bare arms and shoulders, which I hadn't seen since Summer...

"I guess your only options would be to like you said... call security on me... or... just tell me to stop... but actually mean it," he uttered inches from my face, taunting me yet again. Fucking... brat...

I kept going back to that gorgeous face covered in beauty marks that simply stared at me, trying to keep my never wavering composure in front of him, feeling I was finally facing a losing battle. A thought entered my mind for what I wanted it to be a fraction of a second, but it remained for longer and I let my guard down. My eyes darted to a small beauty mark next to his lower lip, then glazed over his full lips I had obviously never allowed myself to notice until now, but immediately regretted it when I noticed them being grazed by his tongue, then bitten down on. He knew where I was looking. I felt flushed. I was getting pissed at myself. I looked down momentarily.

"You want your hands on me so bad... just to put me in my place," Liam said. Damn him. He was cocky. He was unapologetic. The taunt had gotten to me. Who was I trying to kid, him or myself.

"You'd be begging for it," I muttered under my breath, against my better judgement.

"What was that?"

"You heard me..." I retorted, looking straight at him, my expression stern, unreadable. It caused uncertainty in his face, which I hadn't seen before. It felt good. He wasn't expecting the coldness. I believe it may have even pushed him to question if I was being for real. But the brat had worn me down...

"I would. You know I would," he replied quietly. "I beg... so well, Dom..." his pur lingered my ear, sending yet more unwelcomed shivers down my fucking spine. Yeah, I bet you do...

My heart had inexplicably started to race faster.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," I warned. It was my last attempt at pushing him away... The greedy unhinged part of myself wanted to test him, break him, ruin him and have him beg for more.

"Leave the condescension for playtime, okay? Dominic?" he retorted, almost peeved. Yet the face he shot at me was nothing less than his own brand of condescension towards me. It almost made me grind my teeth in giddiness. I took a deep breath, my brain doing one final lap.

"Give me a sec..." I asked, my head deep in thought, collecting the rest of my papers on the desk.

"Please."

I said nothing.

"C'mon, just say yes."

"I said give me a fucking second."

"You're such a fuckin pus-"

I grabbed his slender throat before he could finish.

"Do I have to put a fucking muzzle on you? I said be quiet." My voice was deceptively soft, each syllable carefully enunciating, like the gentle click of a safety being taken off a gun.

My hand could feel his quickening heartbeat on his neck. He just stared at me. That look alone could have gotten me hard. I was aroused by how he had managed to trigger me. I believe he was aroused by finally seeing this side of me.

"I'm sorry... sir," he whispered through his constricted neck. Hearing those words come out of his mouth like he actually meant them made me dizzy. I let go soon after.

My mind spun at everything that had just occurred in the last ten minutes. I contemplated him for a moment. He cleared his throat, making sure to stay quiet as he was told. Fuck.

"You really want this." I wasn't asking, I was confirming.

He only nodded, his eyes unwavering. My expression softened and I sighed.

"Then come have lunch with me," I simply replied, expecting no other answer than yes.

"Lunch, M. Reed?" his lips curled.

"We need to talk." I started walking to the door. He immediately grabbed his bag and followed. Good boy, I thought.

I was now wide awake. And switched on. Was I really doing this?

... Noon...

The corner Bistro at this time of day was quite busy, so we were led to the back of the restaurant per my request. After glasses of water and menus were placed in front of us, the waiter disappeared.

I assured Liam lunch was on me and he could take what he wanted, glancing at him as he read through the choices. The waiter came back and we ordered, Liam getting something resembling the price of my omelet.

"Considerate. I'm surprised you're not ordering the entire menu," I smiled, crossing my arms.

"I know when to be good," he replied with fake timidness, giving me yet another sass look.

"Unless you're being told no... repeatedly."

"Then I tend to lash out just a bit."

"For months..."

"Perhaps."

"Then get what you want."

"Yup."

"And here we are."

"And here we are," he repeated, content. I slowly shook my head, a hint of a grin showing. He was good, I'll give him that. I could have said he played his role quite well, but it wasn't an act. It's who he was. Seeing him across the table from me, having lunch, calmed me in a way, as if I had finally just decided to let go, and give in, if only for a meal. He had slowly but surely, with amazing tenacity, repaved all of the forked roads I had put up between us and had carefully traced his own decisive path towards me. It flattered me. It excited me. He had put his hoodie back on but I couldn't get his bare skin out of my mind.

Two iced americanos were placed in front of us and we both took a sip. I subtly stared at him, uncertain of how to start this particular conversation. Was it because it was him? I had done this dozens of times before effortlessly. But with him, my judgement and self control were on high alert. I felt the need to tread softly, even though that had never been our style. Was he that forbidden in my eyes?

"So I'll assume you've had these sessions before, given that natural brattiness of yours."

"I make extra efforts for you," he winked. I smiled, raising an eyebrow, letting him continue.

"I've had a few sessions," he grinned, playing with his straw.

"And?"

He shrugged.

"They were kind of boring, predictable. It felt like they either lacked experience, didn't want to push barriers or I was just too much for them."

That last one made me grin.

"You like to challenge them."

"I do."

"And they disappoint."

"They do."

"I may disappoint."

He chuckled. "Right..." he replied in mock surprise. I couldn't keep a straight face at that one either.

"You can't disappoint me. You wouldn't be able to. I know you. You put up a good amount of effort trying to push me away. For my safety I'm guessing. Which entices me even more. Kinda says a lot more about me than you if we're being blunt. Wiser people would have gotten the message at this point." His smile was mesmerizing. Chills crept on my nape just staring at it. I couldn't help but think of the word safety and how I knew it applied to both of us.

"I'm flattered, Liam."

"You should be." He sounded serious, which was a new one to me. Strange how he could never hold a straight face during a single one of my classes, yet here, with me, finally getting his opportunity to state his demands, had the seriousness of a surgeon about to perform an open heart operation.

"So apart from the obvious and imperative taming, what else could I provide you?"

"Degradation and humiliation, mostly. But so much more."

His answer took me aback, however obvious that statement would have seemed to anyone else listening in.

"Past dominants would spank me, and call me names, leave a few marks but it didn't feel like they knew how to handle me, or lacked the experience... and I want it rough. Rough. I think they were scared to push the boundaries even though we had talked about it. I want to feel worthless. I... I want-"

"To be used and abused. Without reservation." I spoke slowly, my tone cold.

His eyes seemed stunned. I could see his throat gulp. He then took his very Liam attitude:

"See, yes. This. This is why I need you," he expressed, gesturing his hands at me. I laughed. "You get it."

"I enjoy hearing you talk. Your straightforward needs. You're very endearing, Liam." I paused. " I'll admit it's quite hard not picturing you..." I trailed off and held my tongue as our food arrived, my eyes still on him. Liam barely waited until the waiter was out of ear reach.

"You seem so certain you'll frighten me away."

"I like to make sure. Hence why I'm now picky about who I choose to dom," I began to eat. "Now let's talk about soft and hard boundaries. I'd like to know more."

And on went our little tête-à-tête. Quiet yet to the point discussions of needs, wants, levels of comfort, hard boundaries, all were laid on the table. A few hours later, we were on our way out of the bistro and he walked with me to my car.

He was the perfect brat. Yet...

"Not quite convinced," I tested one final time, opening my car door. "Any final words?" I airily asked, my eyes glued to him.

He looked at the ground, then around as if in thought but already knowing what he wanted to say.

"I want to be used by you, Dom. And you are dying to use me. You just won't say it out loud."

"You still don't know my levels of deprava-" He slammed my door shut.

"And you don't know mine!" he yelled out, eyes glaring. His breathing had gotten heavier and desperate.

"I dare you to patronize me again, Dom." My dick twitched. Or what, is what I wanted to say so badly. He composed himself. I almost didn't want him to. I could have slammed him into the car and fucked him raw with everyone watching.

"I'm asking you... to ruin me, Dom. I need you... to ruin me." His voice was softer as he pleaded his last word. "Please." God, he was perfect.

I slowly approached him and made sure no one was around when I subtly grabbed the back of his hair and pulled. Hard. Making him wince, pulling him towards me.

"Finally... some actual begging," I growled in his ear, hearing an immediate gasp leave his throat.

... Night

I need you to ruin me... Dom...

His words were still burned into my head as I came out of the shower. His honey-like voice, filled with needy pleas, echoed through my ears. Thinking of any other thing while I got ready was a task in itself. Flashes of that imploring gaze had me lost in thought for the better part of my own prep for the evening. I composed myself as best I could and went to my wardrobe, choosing a chic yet casual style for the night including black pants and loafers, a simple dark gray shirt with my sleeves rolled up, open collar, no tie. I had decided to take off my watch after witnessing myself glancing at the damn thing every two minutes. No one had managed to get me this eager or excited for the past year.

My doorbell rang at 8:05 PM. I opened the door to a handsome man in a black leather jacket and an orange beanie hiding his brown head of hair, exposing his pierced gauged earrings.

"Good evening Liam," I smiled warmly, suppressing slight irritation.

"Good evening, Dominic."

"You're late."

"I know," he smirked. "I waited outside five minutes just to tick you off."

My eyes had already given their first glare of the night and he wasn't even past the entrance yet.

I let him in and took his jacket, revealing a surprising attire I had never seen him in. I was always used to the ripped black jeans with the vintage boots, but the deep green long sleeved rib knit shirt with a perfectly placed zipper going the entire length of the front yet stopping midway, exposing his chest a bit was what caught me off guard, almost making me lose face for a moment. It shaped his body so perfectly. I kept my comments to myself, although it didn't deter my eyes from lingering.

"No one ever told you it's rude to stare, Professor?" he teased. I bit my inner cheek as he looked around.

"Very nice place you got here, Dom. Very you."

I smiled, simply taking into account he had now said my first name twice. I ignored his little jab and gestured to the door on the right.

"No tour?" he asked.

"Are you here for a tour of my house, Liam?

He looked at me, tempted to push a button, but resisted.

"I guess not."

"Do you need to use the washroom before we start?"

"All good, Dom."

I then snickered, giving him a once over.

"Your phone," I gestured. He took it out from his jean pocket and handed it over. I placed it along with mine in my coat pocket, double checking both were on airplane mode.

"So are you ready? You remember everything from our talk today?"

"Yes, sir, I'm ready."

"Alright. The session will start once I step into that room. You will be taking your role as sub."

"Bratty sub," he corrected, a twinge of snark in his smile. I pursed my lips and he adjusted his answer.

"Yes, sir."

"What are your safe words?"

"Green, yellow and red."

"Good, Let's get started."

I opened the door to let him get changed and ready. After a few minutes, I went in, my heart actually racing, which felt almost unnatural. The second I laid eyes on him, I had no choice but to take a deep breath in, then out to desperately try and calm myself. As discussed, he had removed all of his clothes and had placed them neatly on the small table, his boots on the floor. He was kneeling on the towel I had placed on the tiled floor, hands behind his back.

"You actually listened, wow," I said, closing the door behind me. I walked to him, slowly making my way around him, making sure his posture was the way I liked it. I could see a tiny grin curl on his lips as I placed myself in front of him. From anticipation, no doubt.

My eyes took it all in: his smooth naked body, the hundreds of beauty marks I could now fully see everywhere, his beautiful collarbone, down to his chest, waist, belly button... and that adorable dick, which to my surprise, was circumcised. And pierced. This gave me an idea.

"That's a nice surprise," I stared at his crotch. His smile widened a bit, obviously appreciating the compliment.

"Something funny, brat?"

"No, sir." Good. I inhaled and closed my eyes for a moment, letting myself dive into my own role.

"Now. First things first." I looked down at him kneeling on the floor, looking up. The view itself was enough for a satisfactory grin to appear on my face. This view. I had been waiting a long time for this view. Wanting to take my time was an understatement.

"How... many times did you use my first name while being in this house?"

He smirked half in jest, looking up.

"Right. Fuck... Uh, I don't know, I'd say three ti-" before he could finish his sentence, my hand struck his left cheek, forcing his head to jerk to the side. His eyes widened, his jaw clicking as he adjusted to the blow.

"Correct. Now, count with me." I gave him a second to come to and look back at me. I raised a brow, waiting.

"One," he hesitated. I smiled, striking him a second time, only this time a little harder. I could see his cheek already see the instant blush.

"Two."

The last slap came at its hardest, this time I myself felt the burn on my palm. He clenched his jaw and grinned slightly, obviously amused. After hearing 'three' leaving his mouth, I grabbed his jaw, pressing my thumb on his reddened cheek, forcing his gaze to meet mine.

"Good boy," I growled, my expression filled with fire, his a mixture of submission and arousal.

My fingers traced his chin to his neck, almost shaking with anticipation, admiring my toy finally kneeling and willing. I squeezed my fingers around his neck, feeling him gasp.

"Now let's get you ready."

He looked up, smiling. "Yes, sir."

I walked to the wall shelf, yanking a pair of black latex gloves from their box and put them on. I then opened the drawer of a small box containing a bunch of collars of different thicknesses and lengths. A simple black belted collar with a metal loop looked perfect for the occasion. I also took out a slender sounding rod from another sealed box and a KY gel bottle from another shelf.

"Lower your head," I ordered.

Once adjusted to his neck, I couldn't think of a more perfect sight. I stared for a little too long.

"So this is the view you wanted, huh professor?" he dared snap me out of my slight daze with one of his signature bold, cocky remarks. "Perv..." he mouthed, amused.

"Cocky little brat, huh? Please do keep mouthing at me like that but remember, you begged for this. So when you're on the ground, fucked out of your mind, licking my piss off the floor, you can look back at now and decide whether being cute or shutting up was the best way to go." His smile faltered a bit, clearly taking in the imagery. He gulped.

"Anything to add?"

"No sir," he slowly replied. I could see his teeth biting down on his lip. I gleamed.

"Spread your legs a bit for me, let me see your cock," I ordered. I kneeled for a moment and grabbed his flaccid penis, admiring its potential. I slowly unscrewed his barbell and took off his piercing.

"Pretty, but just for safety measures..." I trailed off.

"What are you doing?" He was playing innocent, I loved it.

With him watching me carefully, I poured KY gel onto the thin rod and rubbed it all over, all nine inches of it. I dabbed some with my finger in and around the tip of his dick. I then took him in my hand again, playing with it gently until it started getting a tad hard. I slowly started to press it into his urethra.

"What... the fuc-" he asked, confused, but then gasped.

"Just relax. For this part, we're going to go very slowly okay? Don't be a brat for two minutes... and use your colours if you feel any discomfort. I'm using a very thin one, it shouldn't be too uncomfortable," I ordered. Surprisingly, he was a good boy during this part. No punishment needed. For now.

I ever so gently pushed the rod in deeper, stopping immediately when it blocked, moving it gently around until I was able to push it further in again. I had all the time in the world, I wanted him to feel everything correctly. The moans started coming out the deeper I went, I could tell he was getting used to the sensation. I took my time and once his eyes widened again, I smiled.

"Is it touching your prostate, yet?"

He couldn't talk for a second, which surprised even me, but he nodded quickly, holding in moans.

"Good, we'll stop there for today. We'll leave the bladder for another time. Colour?"

"Green," Liam slowly moaned out, obviously new to the sensation.

"Good boy." I was able to lead it all the way down with ease, causing more moans to come out. I loved the shivers it caused him to have. This was exciting. I couldn't let myself get too eager too quickly, although knowing with him it might be difficult to keep my calm composure until the end.

"That's a good dog," I complimented, as I stood up again.

"Now. I asked you to be clean. Are you?"

"Yes, sir," he answered in a bit of a daze, still looking at the tip of the rod poking out of his urethra.

"Let's see if you're bullshitting me or not. Stand."

He carefully did.

"Now go to the punishment bench and bend over, keep your hands behind your back. Lay your cock on the bench first to avoid discomfort from the rod."

He did as instructed. I then went in front of him and unbuckled my pants, slowly shoving my crotch on his face.

"You enjoy being bent over for me, Liam?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, because this'll be your main position for the evening." I informed him. "I can't seem to locate my bottle of lube so your throat will have to help out," I spoke as I threw the KY gel behind me on the bed. My dick was getting harder as I talked down to him, knowing what I had planned for him. I glanced at his cock.

"Hard already, eager boy?" For once he didn't seem to have a witty remark, albeit he had my bulge in his face. "Worship it before I use it to fuck your face, Liam." I then felt his lips kiss it and grab it through my boxers. Fuck yes... He was getting me hard just by obeying so sweetly.

"You want to suck on your professor's cock, you dirty little fuck?"

He only seemed to be able to nod.

"Say it."

"I want your cock..." he muffled.

"'Down my throat'."

"Down my throat."

"Then open up that throat, you little cock whore." I pushed my head through his lips, directly down his throat, making him gag instantly. I could feel his surprise, trying to clutch at my waist, but I restrained him, pushing his hands on his back. An air of panic washed over him and it was delightful to see. His eyes went wide as he struggled to breathe. I felt a first gag squeezing my head, making me hum. I then retrieved it and let him take a breath, feeling some saliva drip out. I pulled it out and rubbed my now very wet cock against his face.

"Were you about to put your hands on me?" I held my dick there, watching him look up at me.

"Such a disappointing exhibition that was. I thought with all that yapping about how good you were, you could at least take a dick down your throat. Are you that useless?" I mocked, slapping my wet cock against his cheek.

He took an almost irritated look despite his disposition:

"Well if you'd give me a fucking second-," the brat started. I raised my eyebrows, stunned that he was so brave as to inform me of my impatience in his position. He saw my face and regretted uttering those words. Words that I immediately shoved back into his throat, not giving him a second glance. I rammed into his mouth and fucked it deep and hard, feeling him gag again and again.

"You just don't shut up, do you?" I continued slamming my waist into his lips, pounding away at his throat. I then took a break, letting him breath again, This time saliva spilling out on the floor. I hooked whatever was dripping out of his mouth and coated my fingers.

"This should do."

I went behind him and spread his cheeks, admiring the tight asshole in front of me, a few beauty marks sprinkled around it as well. Adorable. I felt his chest fill up as I rammed a finger into his ass, making him flinch, curving his back a bit.

"Sshh, hold still," I ordered, swirling my finger around, filling him as deep as I could. I fingered him for a few moments until I heard him moan.

"Did I say you could moan?" I taunted.

"Don't be so good at it, then," he smiled looking back at me. I smirked back, shoving a second finger in, hard, making him wince as I went faster.

"Be quiet or a third one is going in right away." I snarled, making him shut up. I fingerfucked his ass for a few minutes, feeling nothing but a clean asshole. I took them out and my glove was wet and glossy.

"Good boy. You are clean," I said pleasantly. "You get a reward."

I walked to my shelf and brought a nice thick silicone buttplug, which I shoved into his mouth.

"Get it nice and wet." He obeyed, looking up at me, almost enjoying the toy in his mouth now. "Good and warmed up, are we?" He hummed in approval. Cute.

With a bit of pressure and more wincing from the brat, the plug went right in, gliding through the now more relaxed ring of his rectum.

"I love these wide necked ones, don't you? We'll keep this here while I play with the rest of you."

I slapped his ass. "You enjoyed spanks?"

"Oh was that spanking?" he talked back, a grin appearing on his lips.

"Again with the cuteness." Irritation slightly felt in my voice. I retrieved a flogger from the wall then looked at him, he still smiled. I set it down and took the crop instead, seeing his expression now hesitant.

"Where did the smile go, Liam?"

He said nothing. "Good. Silence." I put the crop under his chin and pulled it up.

"Now. You can make all the noises you want as I do this to you. I enjoy seeing a good bruise," I informed, slowly dragging the crop along his neck, back, ass... hitting his asscheeks with it once, hard. A small moan escaped his mouth. It was cute but not the sound I was looking for. I dragged the crop against his beautiful naked back. I hit the upper back, then hit the lower back, which sent a whimper echoing through the room. There we go. I hit along his spine, making him wince and moan, then went back to his lower body, finally hearing him cry out after hitting him about ten times on that same spot.

"Please, stop!" he suddenly said.

"I'm not done yet," I snarked back, smashing the crop on one of his forearms. And again, catching a glimpse of his eyes shutting. He was about to move his arms away.

"Do not move," I ordered, my voice low. Before I could see if he'd obey, I simply yanked the black duct tape from the table and wrapped it around his wrists, keeping them in place behind his back.

"Aim elsewhere then," he seemed to be ordering me, which made me laugh.

"You did not just order me around, you fucking toy," I snickered. I took the crop to his cheek and slammed it on his face, bruising his lower lip, making him wince in pain. I then held the crop back on those exact spots on his back and arms, hitting harder, which made him cry out. And hit him again. And again.

"Fuck, stop!" he yelled out, yet no safe word. So this is what he meant by rough... he's loving this...

"Shut it," I warned, yanking the plug out of his ass, making him gasp. I started digging my nails around those sensitive spots and heard him whimper again, cussing.

"Please stop!"

I then took a dangerously low tone, one he'd remember for the rest of the night, branding the words into his skull. I pulled him by the hair, no gentleness in sight, my mouth right on his ear.

"In this room, you are an obedient toy." I felt a short gasp escape your lips, reality setting in around the situation he was now in. My glare was unblinking, glued to his gaze. "Repeat."

"In this room... I am an obedient toy."

"In this room. You are a cocksleeve. For me to use as I please."

"In this room... I'm... a cocksleeve..."

"For...?"

"You... to use as you please."

I pulled the ring from his collar and yanked it forward. "Correct." I then spit on his face, saliva sliding down the corner of his eye.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, sir."

"Colour?"

"Green, sir," he immediately replied. I smiled and shoved the plug into his mouth.

"Good. Then shut the fuck up and taste yourself."

I looked over his head and contemplated the red areas of his back, his forearms, his ass, shoulders and put the crop down.

"I'm tempted to continue the impact play or move onto wax, your skin marks so easily... but I think you want something bigger shoved up your ass." I grabbed him by the hair again.

"You want something bigger up your ass, right?"

"Yes, sir," he managed to muffle despite his full mouth.

With my gloved hands, I went under his chest and felt his nipples, which were rock hard and got him to moan from the latex grazing them.

"Sensitive..." I teased, grabbing them with my fingers and pinching, going from light to hard and alternating. His body was fidgeting. His moans were music to my ears. I couldn't get enough of every sound leaving his beautiful lips, pleasured or pained. As I tweaked and twisted his nipples to my content, I took out the plug from his mouth, threw it onto the bed and filled his mouth with cock again, letting him show me what a good toy he was.

"C'mon, brat, no facefucking, just get it nice and hard for me while I play with these sensitive fucking nipples of yours."

I could feel his moans caressing my shaft, obeying ever so fondly to my order. Was he getting docile on me? I pinched his nipples harder and could feel the results around my throbbing dick.

"So sensitive to your tits, Liam... like a bitch in heat," I moaned. "Fuck, you're pathetic."

I returned to my position behind him and spread his ass nice and wide with my thumbs.

"Spread your legs more for me." Nothing. In the heavy silence, I could almost feel his lips curling into a grin

"Liam, " my tone warnful.

"Make me," he bluntly said. He had actually retorted. There he is.

He gently looked back and watched in amusement as I took the spreader bar from the wall and locked it into place, widening his stance.

"Let's see how hard I can use this cocksleeve before he starts talking back again," I pleasantly growled as my hard head slid into his ass with ease, hearing a true moan from him this time. And I went, deep, fast, unrelenting. All I could hear were muffled whimpers as I dug my cock deeper into his eager asshole. My hips pounded onto his delectable red ass, my fingers digging into his sides, adding to his already large collection of markings. This vision, him bent over, my cock deep inside his tight asshole had me absolutely feral. My breathing got heavier as I pounded away, using him like a new cocksleeve needing to be broken in properly.

"Arch your fucking back," I ordered, and as he did, I grabbed him by the throat and fucked him harder, feeling his breath hitch under my fingers.

"Moan for me, cocksleeve."

He did. He was beginning to get it.

"You understand who's in control, here?"

"Yes sir," he breathed out through his choked neck, his breathing as heavy as mine.

"Colour?" I asked, making sure we were on the same wavelength.

"Green," he answered through his drooling mouth. I stared at him, pulling his chin towards me a bit just long enough for an inkling of a smile to appear on his lips. He was eating it up. Such a hungry boy. I loved it.

"How's that rod treating you, huh?" I asked, reaching around to an absolutely rigid cock. I reached for his head and dabbed the tip of the rod with my finger, making sure it was still all the way in. I lightly tapped it with my nail, making it vibrate through his entire length. I immediately felt his ass tightening down on my dick, his throat releasing yet another high pitched sound I hadn't heard yet. His hips greedily pushed into me. I grinned and pushed back harder.

"I'll take that as a good sign then. Where was I?" I asked myself. As if remembering, I rammed into him at double pace, almost feeling as if my pelvis could bruise from the impact. I kept an eye on his hands making sure they were well positioned and not losing circulation.

I took a small break and pulled out, taking a breather. I could tell he appreciated it too. I was still hard as fuck, admiring the nice gape his ass was showing me.

"You are fucking beautiful you know that?" I breathed out. My hand still gripping his ass, I gave it a squeeze.

"In love already, huh?" he teased, out of breath himself.

"And still with that backtalk. You're a tough little nut to crack, huh?"

I walked over to the bed and took the lube. I generously squeezed the bottle onto my hand and placed myself behind Liam again.

"You don't get a break then I guess," I exclaimed, fingering his hole with three of my fingers rapidly, stretching him little by little. He started moaning and panting straight away. I pushed a fourth one in, making him moan louder.

"You're been fisted before, right?" I smiled, obvious condescension felt through my tone.

"No!"

"No? Really? That slutty hole of yours is telling me something else... let's try it, shall we?"

"Fuck. No. Please!"

I clicked my teeth as if asking him to hush already, pushing my knuckles a little deeper in, drizzling on even more lube, having it leak down his ass to his thighs onto the bench and floor.

"C'mon, you can do whatever you want if you put your mind to it, Liam. I have faith in that slutty hole of yours," I growled as I went in and out with all my knuckles finally fitting in, hearing him gasp hard then groan.

"Dom, fuck!" he yelled out. I glanced at his face and it was nothing short of ecstasy, a drooling smiling mess despite the pleas of pain. His ass stretched easily enough, I wasn't worried about a tear. As I felt his anal ring tighten around my wrist, I started going in and out gently, to let him feel my entire hand inside him.

"Such a good toy. All good and broken in."

I kept my wrist in and fisted him faster, but never pulled out completely so he didn't have to feel the stretch of my knuckles too often. "Did you say Dom?" I suddenly recalled, pushing my fist a little deeper than needed.

"Sir! I meant sir! Fuuuuck!" he cried out, an amalgam of short breaths, cries, and sopping moans.

"You are such a good fuck toy, aren't you?"

"I'm gonna come!"

"Don't you fucking dare come without my say so, you fucking faggot," I yelled out, shutting him up. I slowly pulled out and came in front of him. His face was flush red, a sweaty mess. He had dried saliva everywhere on his face. I smiled at that gorgeous sloppy grin. I grabbed my cock and shoved it into his mouth.

"Clean this cock up as you make me unload, cutie. Then, if you do a good job, I'll make you come your fucking brains out," I assured. I started facefucking him again, almost ready to burst. His entire body trembled from overstimulation. His lips tightened around me like he was on a mission. Fuck he was sexy. He looked up at me, tears strolling down his cheeks.

"That's right, just like that. Fuckkk," I groaned out, picking up the pace. I couldn't decide if I wanted to fill his throat or paint his face. Both images had me closer and closer to coming. Pushing it deeper and feeling that throat gag around my cock again was pushing me to the edge. At the last second, I decided to pull out and explode onto his face and lips, covering the bottom half completely, letting out one low moan after another as the ropes of cum piled on. My legs started to shake as I emptied out. Fuck that was good. So good it got me fucking dizzy.

"Godamnit." I looked up at the ceiling, then down at my work of art staring at me. "You are just so cute with my load dripping down your chin... Now eat it up, you dirty little fuck," I ordered. He simply licked his lips clean and smiled in a daze, humming.

"You're welcome. Now. Stand. It's your turn." I got him up, ripped the tape from his wrists and gently pushed him on the bed. I went to my shelf one last time and took a medium sized vibrating plug and stuffed his ass, the vibrations of it hitting his prostate, which in turn was hitting the rod. His eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. I coated his dick with more lube, slowly stroking him, seeing him already uncontrollably shake. With my other hand I played around with the rod, gently grazing his prostate from the inside and swirling it a tad from side to side, gauging his pleasure from the sounds emanating from his poor exhausted throat.

"I'm gonna come... I'm gonna... sir, I'm gonna," he had trouble talking, unable to choose between words and air. I smiled and activated my movement just a tad. Sounding rods did not need much to be effective.

"Did I say you could come?"

"No... but please," he whimpered. So fucking beautiful. "Please sir... please can I come... fuck. Please. Please... I can't take it. Fuck," he pleaded and begged eagerly, louder and louder, eyes watering again. I soaked in his pleas a few more moments until I was satisfied with them.

"Then come. I'm keeping the rod in. I think you can take it. Come, Liam. Come for me. Be a good fucking boy and come for me," I ordered. And like on cue, gripping the sheets and contracting his abs to the max, he groaned at first and then let loose. The whines and high pitched moans that came out of that mouth was otherworldly. I don't think he ever felt such an orgasm before. He kept screaming out, over and over, cussing, panting, letting everything out, as if compensating for his cum, which was being held in. He came and came until I finally started seeing the post orgasm shivers and more shaking. Only then did I slide the rod out, carefully and slowly, only to watch him twitch even more and his eyes going from dizzy and semi conscious to wide again as he watched the flood of cum ooze out of him, covering his abdomen like a fucking lake. He came again, almost blacking out. It was majestic. Finally out of breath and words, his head collapsed onto the bed. I took my time and contemplated him from head to toe. This specimen had just come in my playroom and I was utterly satisfied and overjoyed.

I leaned in and simply whispered, petting his forehead: "Session's over, Liam. I need you to just lay here for a moment and I'll be back, okay?" He simply titled his head ever so slightly and smiled, approving of the request.

I walked out and went to clean myself in the adjacent washroom.

After preheating the oven in the kitchen, I came through the second door of the playroom's bathroom and started a bath. I took out plasters and ointments and placed them on the counter in reach of the tub. With my bare hand I poured salts into the bath and stirred, checking for the proper temperature. Once done, I dimmed the lights of the washroom a bit and went back to the playroom.

Just as I left him, Liam laid on the bed, immobile, his chest moving at a still pace now, as if sleeping. He was beautiful. I sat next to him, softly wiping the cum from his stomach with a wet towel, making him spasm a bit.

"Think you can stand for me, handsome?" I asked, lending him a hand. His eyes slowly opened to meet mine and a half smile formed on his bruised lip. I took another moment to admire my work before taking him around my shoulder, walking him to the washroom. I asked him to sit down on the small stool in the open shower. I had never seen him so quiet. This was obviously a very special occasion, but it almost felt off putting without dodging his witty cocky remarks. He just let me hold him. I started the shower and let the warm water wash over his head, cleaning off any and all fluids from his face and hai, scrubbing gently.

"Just stay put, I got you." A very faint "okay", followed by a dazed smile was all he could conjure and that was fine. I wet a washcloth and asked for his right arm, washing it delicately, avoiding the harder bruises. I looked at him, a warm smile and gaze and kissed his wrist which had been taped for over an hour. He just looked at me. I then asked for the right arm, and did the same. I repeated the same washing pattern with his legs, and his sore dick and balls. I finished with his back, which was all scratched up and marked.

I asked him to stand and helped him. I gently passed the soap on his back, careful to wash his buttocks and ass as well, wiping him clean.

"You're doing very well, Liam. Just a little more, then you can relax," I assured, turning off the shower and leading him to the bath.

"Here, one leg, then the other. Just like that."

Once submerged, his face winced for a moment, his injuries adjusting to the warm water, but slowly relaxing into the salts and powders I had added. He took a very deep breath and quietly exhaled, closing his eyes. It was very peculiar seeing him like this. It was perhaps rewarding for me to see him so vulnerable yet so at peace, it seemed. I was happy. I dabbed a bit of ointment on the bruises of his lip and chin, and placed a bandaid on his jaw.

"Is the temperature okay?"

"Hmm hm."

I got the shower stool and sat next to him.

"Good. Relax for a bit."

I parted some wet hairs from his forehead and pet him, which made him smile, his eyes still closed. I passed a warm washcloth over his face gently, always being mindful. I cupped his face and approached my lips to his ear.

"You were amazing, Liam. You did such a good job," I whispered. "We can talk when you're done, okay," I started to stand but his hand slowly snagged my arm mid way.

"Wait... my... my reward," he gently breathed out. "I've been a good boy..."

"Your reward? You mean the one thing you refused to tell me at lunch? Nothing was agreed upon, you know. Everything that we discussed happened in there," I replied, looking at that angelic fucking face of his through the light fog of the washroom. "What do you want?"

"I want you to kiss me," he simply said. It took me by surprise, but I then smiled.

"I don't kiss my subs, Liam, I could have told you that during our talk."

"For me... please," he muttered under his low breath. He had managed to open his eyes just a little more for them to actually impact me. My heart raced as I contemplated his demand... I stared at him for what seemed like forever. I started to stand again, but stopped.

I then brought his lips to mine and kissed him softly, then deeply, always mindful of where his pains were. I felt his body come alive as he realized what was happening, he slowly sat up straighter and deepened the kiss, his breathing felt overjoyed and excited, as best he could manage given the lack of physical energy he had. I broke the kiss and looked away when I felt his moans enter my mouth. He opened his eyes slightly.

"Thank you..."

I nodded and stood, needing to look away as soon as humanly possible.

"Lay back and enjoy your bath. When you're ready, towels are next to the sink and I put your clothes on the hamper right there and you can join me in the kitchen. If you can't manage yourself, just call out for me, I'll be right on the other side of this door, okay?"

"Okay."

I opened the door.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Can you kiss me again?"

"You're very greedy for a brat who was just put in his place..." I took a deep breath in and gazed at him sitting in that tub... "Maybe when you're finished with your bath, I'll-"

"I'm finished with my bath."

That made me chuckle. "Maybe, when you're finished with your bath, I'll consider it..." I closed the door behind me and exhaled, unable to shake the chills that fucking kiss had just done to me.

I went back to the kitchen and prepared a small chicken pizza and salad with the leftovers in the fridge. As I put the pizza in the oven, I heard some rustling from the bathroom and assumed he managed to get out by himself. I opened a bottle of red wine and poured myself a glass.

I was expecting him to come out wearing the clothes he came in with, but to my surprise, and my cock waking up a bit, he came out wearing a very loosely tied bathrobe. My bathrobe. He yawned and winced a few times, slowly walking towards the bar counter of the kitchen and sat on one of the bar stools, eyes half lidded.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sore..." he licked his bruised lip. He looked at me in a daze and a goofy smile.

"... And like I just fucking ascended," he laughed, seemingly a few braincells missing. I smiled.

"What smells so good?" His voice seemed a tad more awake than before.

"I made us a late night snack."

I took out the pizza and sliced it directly on the cutting board, placing it in front of our plates, drizzling some BBQ sauce on it.

"You made me pizza?" Liam smiled in disbelief.

"And salad. You need nourishment so eat up."

"This looks great... thank you, Dom," he smiled and dug in. I bit my lip, observing his demeanor.

"I'd be lying if I said you calling me Dom didn't grow on me... but forewarning it's to only be used in particular situations. Got it?"

"Like after you've railed me beyond repair and made me pizza?"

"To name a few." We smiled at each other. I poured him a glass. He had just finished devouring his first slice.

"So how was that for you?" I asked.

"It was... intense." he responded, chewing on his second slice, humming in delicious approval, closing his eyes in apparent total bliss.

"Too intense? I marked you pretty good."

"No. I just didn't think you could go that far. I absolutely loved it.

"We both underestimated each other, then."

Liam nodded in agreement, biting his lip as if in thought. I had a hunch as to where he was.

"We didn't do any water sports."

"That's your feedback?" I chuckled. "Your list was pretty fucking long! Including having me call you a f-" I stopped, not even able to say it out of session. Unbelievable, this brat... He chuckled a bit.

"I promise I'll piss in that filthy mouth of yours next time. Deal?" I looked at him with a cocky smile. He nodded, in agreement, then went back to his imagery.

"That was phenomenal," he spoke again. I chuckled as I finished my glass.

"I was... quite impressed by you too, Liam, I'm not gonna lie. I was unaware that's how intense you needed me to go."

"Is that too much for you?"

"Getting cocky already, huh?"

He smiled, mouth full and simply shook his head lightly.

"I think we both got what we wanted." I cleared up.

"Needed," he seemed to correct. I yielded...

"So I have to ask, what's your student headcount? So I know my competition."

"Liam.. you're the first and only student I've ever remotely put my hands on."

He then stared at me, swallowing his bite, eyes getting wider. "No way..."

"Way," I mimicked.

"No, I'm not."

He studied me for a minute, as if trying to make sure I wasn't bullshitting him. He then let out a soft sigh, looking down, the realization sinking in..

"I gotta hand it to you, Dom," he started, serving me another slice on my plate before serving himself, which I noticed. "I'm surprised." He licked some sauce off his finger. "And I have to say... I'm flattered."

"You should be," I responded, Liam catching my reference to his own words this afternoon.

"So... this is happening again?" he asked, eyes radiant.

"I don't see why not." I answered, my eyes revealing a certain hunger coming back.

After I cleared the dishes, I went to get our phones from my jacket while Liam got dressed. It was past midnight. I couldn't hold a grin from forming on my lips.

"Were you getting an Uber, or would you prefer I drive you home?" I asked as Liam appeared in the entrance, zipping up his shirt and adjusting his pants to his waist.

"I'll manage," he started, then turned from the door to face me. "I'm guessing... overnight privileges are out of the question, huh?" he asked nonchalantly, his bratty lips pursing into a smirk.

A jolt shot through me at that moment. I stood there, in silence, taking in what he had just asked, however innocent it had seemed to him. He smiled, shrugged and turned to face the door and opened it, pulling out his phone. It's then that something clicked. Something clicked and it got me nervous.

"Liam," I called out, my voice low. As he turned, my gaze was unwavering and bore through him.

"How long have you been in love with me?"

His smile faltered, his eyes seeming to want to look away but didn't. I felt my heart beat heavier when no immediate denial came. He then turned completely, leaving the door open. He held my gaze as he answered:

"Does it matter?" His faint answer hit me like a punch to the gut. My body clenched as if bracing for impact. Anger took over. Anger, and other, stronger emotions I did not want to let myself feel.

"Of... course it fucking matters," I started, my voice losing composure. I rubbed my hand on my forehead. "We just had a very fucked up session and you-" I stopped myself as my voice cracked. "If I would have known-"

"You wouldn't have agreed to this."

"Exactly!!" I spat.

"And that would have killed me. Way more than this pathetic excuse of an outburst.

"Fuck off Liam, you manipulated me."

"Forgiveness over permission. I'm a brat, Dom, remember? I tend to get what I want. Plus you're one to talk, going through with it despite-"

"I... I don't love you, Liam." Bile rose in my throat, my constant denial tasted like fucking poison.

"Then there are two liars in this entrance right now." Little shit.

"How long, Liam!"

"Long enough to know you'd eventually break your own rules for me."

I went dead quiet. My head hurt. My heart hurt. Why did he have to ask that stupid question? He couldn't have just gone home and spared the both of us? My heart was now beating out of my chest and all I wanted was to scream at it, cuss at it, hell, stab it out myself just to have it shut up. Our game, Our prolonged game of cat and mouse... my decision to ignore all the fucking signs and become selfish myself all bubbling up to the cold surface. Selfish greedy deviant assholes, the both of us.

"How fucking dare you..." I breathed out, just loud enough for him to hear.

He looked at me, through me. All the things I had done to him in that playroom flooded back and I felt like crying, yet all I wanted was to culminate all of it into one word and completely destroy him for what he was making me feel at that moment. Leave, I was begging myself to yell. It'd be over. That's it. Just say it and watch him crumble. That would teach him. That would show the brat not to fuck me over like this... How dared he...

All he did was mouth the words...

"Mean it...". He was ready. He was ready to receive my order, whatever it was as long as it was the obvious truth.

It's who he was and he had me. My eyes seared into his soul, wanting to hate him but couldn't. I was now addicted and he knew. The fucker knew. Who was I trying to kid? Everything about this screamed red flags and yet all I could do was surrender all of it, as did he.

"Close the door."

He backed up into the door and slammed it shut, that infuriating smirk firmly in place and triumphant as my unraveled self rammed into him, lips crashing onto his, brutally claiming what was mine.