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Mr. Jeon, I expect to see you this afternoon during my office hours. We need to talk about your ... assignment.
Those were the exact words Mr. Park had said to him at the end of class this morning, precisely with that little, pregnant pause before the last word, as if he had temporarily been at a loss for the appropriate term – or as if an involuntary, possibly salacious thought had distracted him for a moment. Since then, Jeongguk hadn’t been able to wipe the smug grin off his face. Much to his delight, his fabulous plan had worked. Jackpot!
Two weeks ago, Jeongguk had gained a very interesting insight by accidentally eavesdropping on a private phone call from the instructor for one of the courses in his master’s degree in creative writing. Until that day, he had wrongly believed that the incredibly sexy lecturer – if you asked him, Mr. Park was by far the hottest member of the faculty at Columbia – was straight, because he had never responded to any of Jeongguk’s numerous attempts at flirting, neither in class nor in random encounters on campus. And the student wasn’t usually one to be ignored, at least not when men were part of the prey scheme.
Jeongguk didn’t want to sound conceited, but false modesty rarely got anyone anywhere in life. No matter what type of man someone was into, they definitely wouldn’t push him out of bed. He was a twelve out of ten, surely no one would argue about that. He was athletic and fit, muscular without being overly burly, and comparatively tall – especially by Korean standards. He had full, silky hair, golden skin, large, dark eyes and a smile with which he could easily wrap anyone around his little finger. On top of that, he was charming, intelligent, had a sense of humour and he could cook. He was also extremely well-hung and a generous lover. In short, Jeongguk was the subject of many people’s wet dreams while at the same time, every mother wanted him as their son-in-law.
Accordingly, Mr. Park’s persistent disinterest had led him astray and Jeongguk had resigned himself to merely undressing the older with his eyes rather than actually tasting the delicious treat. He’d obviously been mistaken, though. Because in said call, Mr. Park had suggested meeting someone at Euphoria of all places, a small yet very popular place for queer people in Brooklyn. Jeongguk had been there more than once with his best friend, Hoseok, to hook his next one night stand when he urgently needed to release some of the pent-up exam stress. Anyone who chose to sip their drinks in that bar was definitely not just interested in the opposite sex.
Jeongguk had been thirsting for his luscious, dainty lecturer all semester and now that he knew Mr. Park’s diet was less unilateral than he’d thought, he was determined to savour either those plush lips or that plump ass before spring break. Since his previous attempts had failed – Perhaps his way of philandering was too subtle for Mr. Park? Or maybe the other was a little obtuse in that regard? – Jeongguk had decided to act more offensively and much more bluntly. Which didn’t mean he’d forgo a classy approach. After all, he wanted to leave a lasting impression.
Instead of simply hitting on Mr. Park in an unmistakable way, Jeongguk had planned to use their shared passion for the written word to get his message across. He had a talent for writing. His teachers in high school had already told him so, even though they probably didn’t expect him to focus on spicy stories because he loved and excelled at weaving vivid sex scenes – thanks to his extensive wealth of experience. In fact, he had acquired a relatively large following on Wattpad after he’d started posting short, saucy love stories and a few months ago, he had signed with a small, up-and-coming literary agency that specialized in romance novels. His new agent was acutely committed and in the middle of negotiating a deal for his first official novel: a gay romance spy thriller.
Many of his readers had repeatedly not only praised his fluid and cheeky writing style, but also confided to him how much the intimate scenes affected them. Some had put it rather demurely and said that he had left them ‘hot and bothered’ and that they had to take a cold shower after reading. Others had been less prudish and had outright admitted that they masturbated to his stories, claiming they were ‘better than porn’. Not that Jeogguk prided himself upon that achievement. Well, maybe a little.
However, it was this very talent that he now wanted to put to good use regarding Mr. Park and his perky little ass. Although those lush lips were also truly incomparable. Gosh, just the thought of Mr. Park kneeling in front of him, wrapping them around his cock and then looking up at him through his long lashes, round librarian glasses on his cute button nose, almost made him hard. Who knew, with a bit of luck this fantasy might very soon become reality. It didn't seem too far-fetched to him while he was on his way to Mr. Park’s office in the liberal arts department to ‘discuss’ his assignment.
At the end of the semester, every student had to submit a 50-60 page novella as their final paper for the course. The theme was ‘the pain of unrequited love’. Jeongguk had submitted his synopsis last night and it could be said that he took the artistic freedom to interpret the theme broadly, yet without completely moving away from it. Unrequited love didn’t always mean admiring someone from afar. One could be close to the person and still unhappily in love, namely if the other person did not reciprocate one’s feelings. In this respect, he was free to create a main character who regularly hooked up with the object of his desire – or was dominated by him – wasn’t he? A little bit of kink never hurt.
Truth be told, Jeongguk liked the story he had conceived explicitly for Mr. Park – for obvious reasons – so much that he considered offering it to his agent. It revolved around the thirty year old (blond and dainty) law professor Nam Jaemin who gets involved in a secret affair with his ambitious (athletic and dark-haired) twenty-five year old student Yeonjun. The two gravitate towards each other from the first moment and although they initially try to resist it, at some point they can no longer withstand the attraction and rising tension between them. They repeatedly give in to their desires in Prof. Nam’s office in the evenings and Jaemin eventually develops deeper feelings for his student, who, opposite to him, is not interested in a committed relationship – so this is where the required ‘unrequited love’ comes into play. And to spice things up, their relationship is shaped by a strong dom/sub-dynamic – with the professor as the devoted sub, of course.
Along with the short synopsis, Jeongguk had submitted a twenty-page excerpt to give Mr. Park a more accurate idea of the nature of their relationship; to ‘illustrate’ the dynamics, so to speak. And, as a matter of fact, the best way to do that was with a sex scene that just happened to take place in the professor’s office in the evening after his office hours. The possibility of being discovered through the loud, lewd moans of the professor, who was being whacked by his dedicated dom with a ruler to relieve some stress, gave the scene – and their relationship in general – an extra thrill.
Obviously, any similarities between the characters and real people were not purely coincidental. Mr. Park must have recognized this immediately; otherwise he could have simply given Jeongguk the revised synopsis back instead of summoning him to his office, especially on a Wednesday where his regular office hours were from 6-8 pm, so at a time when there were conveniently very few people left in the faculty.
Jeongguk’s whole body was thrumming with anticipation at the prospect of finally dicking down Mr. Park in merely a few minutes. He couldn’t wait to grope that gorgeous ass and sink his fingers deep into it until the alluring lecturer begged him to rail his brains out. Maybe he even dolled up for his student and wore lingerie? Fuck, if Jeongguk kept letting his mind wander, he’d have a bulge in his jeans before he even got into the office.
Once he’d rounded the next corner, Jeongguk could see light coming from the open door of Mr. Park’s office at the end of the deserted hallway and heard the familiar clicking of a keypad being busily typed. Slightly quickening his steps, he cast a glance at the watch on his wrist – five minutes to 8 pm, perfect. After all, they wanted to be undisturbed. The potential possibility of being discovered might give him a kick, but actually being caught in the act and questioned afterwards? Not so much.
Since Mr. Park hadn’t noticed him standing in the doorway yet, Jeonggk took a moment to survey the tidy room before making his presence known. The office was furnished with sturdy, dark wooden furniture that gave a sublime impression. At first sight, Jeongguk could only see one plant: a small palm tree in the back right corner which gave the room a little splash of colour. Certificates and diplomas hung on the walls in frames as deep brown as the furniture. The sconces mounted in between provided only dim light, in contrast to the much brighter desk lamp illuminating Mr. Park’s concentrated face. Overall, the room seemed somehow out of time, as if it came from an old film. If he didn’t know better, Jeongguk would expect to see a 60-year-old professor with grey hair and beginning baldness sitting in the upholstered leather chair behind the massive desk rather than a young, dynamic lecturer in his early thirties. In spite of that, Mr. Park somehow fit in without seeming much older. Maybe because of his immaculate clothes which mostly consisted of brown and beige shades.
Slowly getting impatient, Jeongguk rapped his knuckles on the frame to draw attention to his presence and the other invited him to come in even before turning his head towards the door with a gentle smile. When he spotted Jeongguk, something about Mr. Park’s expression changed imperceptibly, although the student couldn’t quite put his finger on what. Perhaps it was his tantalizing outfit. He had thrown on his favourite pair of tight, ripped blue jeans that showed off his muscular thighs particularly well. On top he wore a simple black shirt that was loose around the stomach but form-fitting on the chest, emphasizing his sculpted pecs, while also being short enough to reveal a small sliver of skin above his waistband.
“Ah, Mr. Jeon. Please close the door.” The older prompted as he gathered the corrected papers spread out on the table in front of him into a neat pile and put them to the side.
Jeongguk could barely stop himself from bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement as he complied with the request. Asking him to close the door could only mean one thing: that his lascivious dreams were indeed about to come true. He zeroed in on the key and after a furtive peek over his shoulder, he turned it, locking the door with a clarion sound.
Mr. Park regarded him with dark eyes and one scarcely raised brow as Jeongguk spun around and strolled towards him, slightly swinging his hips and deliberately licking his lips to draw the other’s watchful gaze to his mouth. In lieu of inspecting the room, the student now studied the handsome man in front of him whose tie was no longer around his neck as usual but already resting loosely on one side of the large desk. The top buttons of his crisp shirt were undone, revealing a slice of his smooth, toned chest, and his sleeves were rolled up, showing off his sinewy forearms.
With a cheeky grin, Jeongguk braced himself with both hands on the desk surface. He ignored the empty chair in front of it and leaned forward, invading Mr. Park’s space, hoping to fluster the cute lecturer with his flirty attitude and tint his round cheeks a rosy colour. Instead of backing away timidly, as Jeongguk had expected, Mr. Park tilted his head upwards, an almost menacing glint in his fathomless eyes as he stared him down. His whole aura changed, the soft, patient demeanour disappearing and being replaced by an intimidating authority that sent a cold shiver down Jeongguk’s spine. He swallowed audibly while his confidence faltered and his complacent grin began to crack around the edges.
“Sit.” The older commanded in a deep voice, his tone neither mellow nor teasing, but dark and dominating, brooking no argument.
A jolt went through Jeongguk and he obeyed immediately, flinching back as if he had reached out to a flame and burned himself. Tension crackled in the air, reminiscent of the static buzzing when a thunderstorm approached, and he discreetly wiped his clammy hands on his jeans. Just a few seconds ago, he wanted to feel Mr. Park’s eyes on him, wanted them to rake hungrily over his body, to undress him. Now Jeongguk could hardly stop himself from squirming under the piercing gaze that peeled him like an onion, making him feel exposed and vulnerable.
“Would you like to explain the reasons for your equivocal synopsis?” Mr. Park asked, his head supported in one hand, his thumb placed under his chin, his index finger grazing his temple and his middle finger resting between his nose and upper lip.
His tone was as sinister as his scowl and it was clear that he was expecting an answer, but Jeongguk could only blink at him and stutter, dumbstruck. “W-what?”
“Explain yourself.” This time it sounded like an order again.
“I-I ... the ex- ... erm ... I-I ...” Jeongguk shifted in the chair as he struggled for words, his heartbeat accelerating.
A derisive scoff made him glance up, but he was unable to maintain eye contact. Dammit! What was happening here? Why was he suddenly rendered speechless because of sheer nervousness? He had imagined this encounter completely differently.
“Cat got your tongue?” Mr. Park mocked as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I expected more from you, Mr. Jeon.”
Unhurriedly, the other stood up, sauntered around the desk and came to a stop in front of Jeongguk, looking down at him.
“Then I’ll tell you what I think.”
With these words, Mr. Park raised his right leg and placed his foot on the seat of the chair, directly between Jeongguk’s thighs. A single bead of sweat was forming at the younger’s hairline, running down his temple. The tip of the polished black Chelsea boot pricked his crotch uncomfortably and he wasn’t sure if Mr. Park would have cared if he had accidentally – or purposely? – stepped on his best piece.
Before he spoke again, the older rested his elbow on his knee and leaned closer until their faces were only inches apart. “I think you wanted to tease me. I think you hoped your blatantly ambiguous summary and that little snippet you included would make me hard while thinking about you, isn’t that right? Did you think just because you could write a passable sex scene, I would summon you to my office and beg you to bang me? Huh?”
The crude words made the younger’s breath hitch and his cock twitched involuntarily. When he remained silent, Mr. Park grabbed his hair roughly and jerked his head back, forcing Jeongguk to train his eyes on him. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes.” That one single word of affirmation was all he could muster. His head was spinning as a heat began to spread through his veins that felt suspiciously like arousal.
Mr. Park snorted. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how often you stared at me in class. Or should I say, my ass? How you drooled over me instead of paying attention to my lesson? Such naughty behaviour is not appropriate, Mr. Jeon. Hasn’t anyone taught you that, yet?” He shook his head in disapproval. “How many times have you thought about fucking me? Hm? Did you jerk off to the idea of my lips sucking you off or my ass clenching around your pathetic cock?”
The images Mr. Park evoked made Jeongguk’s mouth water and his pants became almost painfully tight. So the other had sensed his hungry looks. Somehow he liked that. Did the older also think about Jeongguk from time to time when he touched himself?
“Answer me!”
The harsh slap to his cheek demonstrated that Jeongguk had forgotten to reply again and he hastened to nod, his hands clutching the armrests.
“Be more precise. I certainly shouldn't have to explain to a master’s student that you can’t respond to an either/or question with yes or no, do I?” Mr. Park mocked in a deeply condescending tone as if he couldn’t believe what a stupid student he was dealing with.
Jeongguk gulped, searching his memories for the original question. “Both.” He breathed as soon as he remembered. It was impossible to ogle Mr. Park in all his glory multiple times a week and not fantasize about both his lips and his ass.
The older’s mouth curled into a wicked smile. He pinched Jeongguk’s chin and lifted it until the younger met his gaze. “You realize that’s not going to happen, right?”
Ashamed, Jeongguk averted his eyes and nodded meekly. He had completely misjudged his lecturer. To his astonishment, being humiliated didn’t make him any less horny, quite the opposite. In an attempt to hide the most obvious sign of how much this treatment was affecting him, the student tried to squeeze his thighs together. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that Mr. Park’s foot was still resting between them, so the movement automatically drew his focus to the younger’s groin.
“What’s this?” He wanted to know as he deliberately used his toe cap to poke the visible bulge in Jeongguk’s pants. “Are you hard? Seriously? Don’t tell me you’re already leaking.”
Jeongguk writhed under the older’s pointed stare and heat stained his face, probably turning not only his cheeks but also his ears flaming red. A sigh of relief escaped his throat as Mr. Park retracted his foot and took a step back to recline against the desk. Jeongguk didn’t dare look at him, yet he could feel the other’s keen gaze roving over his body.
“Stand up.”
Jeongguk complied instantly and was about to bow, assuming that Mr. Park would now dismiss him and he could rush away with his tail between his legs, when the next words made him freeze.
“Show me.”
Jeongguk blinked, taken aback. “W-what?”
He was sure he had misheard. Certainly Mr. Park hadn’t just asked him to expo-
“You heard me. Show me your weeping little cock, Jeon. Come on.”
For a split second, Jeongguk considered ignoring the order and taking flight. Mr. Park didn't seem like he was going to stop him. But another part of him, a far stronger part, urged him to find out what the older would do if he didn't.
Head lowered with embarrassment, Jeongguk brought his trembling fingers to his waistband, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled on the zipper. Taking a shaky breath, he hooked his thumbs under the material of his pants and boxers and pushed them both down until his boner popped out, bouncing against his belly.
As Mr. Park took a step towards him, humming absentmindedly, Jeongguk’s gaze darted back to his siren eyes and he thought he recognized something like amusement in them.
“I have to say, I’m not impressed. I would have guessed someone so arrogant would be better endowed.” The older mused before flicking his finger against the flushed tip, indifferent to the sudden twinge of pain that sent Jeongguk reeling.
The younger knew that his cock was by no means small, especially not fully erect. In fact, he was pretty sure he was well above average but the demeaning words turned him on – more than he ever deemed possible. Arousal coiled deep in his guts and simmered beneath his skin. Clenching his fists, Jeongguk lifted his head and sought eye contact to fathom what the older really thought, to no avail. His expression was inscrutable.
With a lopsided sneer, Mr. Park grasped the hem of the younger’s shirt and hoisted it, inspecting his taut stomach.
“Just a six pack? Why aren’t there eight? I thought you exercised, Jeon.”
Jeongguk knew the disappointment was only an act to taunt him. If there was one thing he was most proud of, besides his writing skills, it was his body. He worked out every day and he knew it was paying off. Despite his nasty words, Mr. Park undoubtedly liked what he saw. The younger was sure to detect hunger in his eyes as he licked his plump lips. But for some reason, Jeongguk enjoyed being talked down to. Goose bumps spread over his golden skin and he wondered if Mr. Park realized what effect his degrading remarks were having on him. Jeongguk definitely hadn’t seen it coming.
“Bend over the table.”
The student’s eyes widened at this command and what it alluded to. Mouth agape, he stared at the other incredulously. Did this mean Mr. Park intended to f-
“Don’t make me tell you twice.”
The threatening undertone made Jeongguk stagger hastily to the desk, his pants slipping down a little further. He was still struggling to process what was happening. All of this was new to him. He didn’t lack sexual experience, but he had never been compliant. Until now, he had always been the one in charge. Jeongguk was usually the one who told his partners what to do or manhandled them – though he prided himself with being a service top and making it a point to make them cum first. He had never considered submitting to anyone. Nevertheless, giving up control was somehow intoxicating.
He heard Mr. Park open and close a drawer as he laid down with his upper body on the tabletop, his chest and cheek pressed to the smooth wooden surface. Shortly afterwards, the older placed a small bottle of lube right in front of his nose.
“Now finger yourself.”
“What?” Jeongguk couldn’t help but sputter. He had already understood the words the first time, he had just trouble believing them. His mouth went dry and for a moment, the pounding of his heart drowned out every other sound. He had never done this before, not really. Of course, he had touched himself countless times, even there, though never with the intention of actually prepping himself for someone. And he’d for sure never imagined having an audience while doing so.
“Don’t make me repeat myself. I know you’re not stupid. Conceited, presumptuous and impudent, definitely, but not stupid.” The older sneered disdainfully as he strode across the room. A creaking sound followed by the hushed rustling of fabric indicated he had sat down behind Jeongguk, the seat offering him an unobstructed view of the younger’s bare butt.
“Hurry up, Jeon, I don’t have all night.” Mr. Park added impatiently, his voice low and husky, demanding obedience.
As if in a trance, Jeongguk scrambled to follow the order, even though he found himself unable to understand why he was doing it all, especially since he had come here with an entirely different plan. No one had ever spoken to him like that. Mr. Park’s imperious attitude made him feel small and inferior. It was exciting. With bated breath, he wondered what would happen next and craved to be dominated even more. What else would the older command Jeongguk to do? And, more importantly, what would Mr. Park do to the younger himself?
Jeongguk’s hand was shaking as he reached for the bottle and generously coated his slender digits. He spread a dollop of the cold liquid between his ass cheeks and circled his fluttering rim with the tip of his middle finger a couple of times before eventually wedging it through the tight ring of muscles. After taking a deep breath, he slowly began to move in and out as he reminded himself to relax, trying to ignore the fact that someone was sitting behind him, watching him like a hawk. In spite of that, Jeongguk wished he could see Mr. Park. Was he turned on by the sight? Was he biting his lip or maybe even palming his cock?
Lost in his thoughts and the feeling of his own finger inside him, Jeongguk became less and less aware of his surroundings. On the edge of his consciousness he heard a familiar sound, but couldn’t quite place it and was therefore unprepared for the blow that suddenly landed harshly on his ass. A startled yelp erupted from his throat and his finger inadvertently slipped out. He was about to put his hand on his hurt cheek to soothe the tingling, still processing the first strike, when another hit the exact same spot even harder, knocking all air out of his lungs.
The sizzling pain brought tears to his eyes and he gripped the edge of the table so firmly that his knuckles turned white, yet his cock twitched with interest. Merely a heartbeat later, Mr. Park ran the buckle of his belt over the abused area, teasing him. Jeongguk’s muscles flexed, the sensation of the cold metal against his burning skin making him shiver. Before he could adjust, the unyielding leather blemished his ass again, this time on the left side, tearing another cry from him.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Mr. Park reprimanded, the annoyance in his voice almost more threatening than the aching impact that accompanied his words.
Not daring to waste any more time, Jeongguk inserted his finger and resumed pumping it in and out of his hole. Soon after, he wriggled a second digit inside and started stretching his rim, reminding himself of the whole point of the exercise. If Mr. Park intended to do what Jeongguk thought – hoped? – the older was going to do, he was far from ready.
Three more whacks rained down on him while he twisted and scissored his fingers inexpertly, leaving him dazed. The intervals became shorter and shorter and Jeongguk unravelled in the exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain that Mr. Park was inflicting. The tears brimming in his eyes finally spilled from the corners and he fidgeted on the desk, his sore ass surely blooming red by now. He winced slightly as two small hands gently stroked the throbbing skin.
The giggle his inadvertent reaction had provoked was rather devilish than mellifluous. “You deserve this punishment, don’t you? For submitting such a synopsis?” Mr. Park murmured as he squeezed the sensitive curves, eliciting a hiss from the younger.
“Yes.” Jeongguk breathed, answering immediately. Regardless, a violent lash followed his affirmation and he gritted his teeth to hold in the scream that threatened to escape. He didn’t even want to imagine how much harder Mr. Park would have hit him if he had remained silent.
“And how many strikes do you think you deserve for your licentious manners, hm?” The older queried as he brushed the belt buckle over Jeongguk’s battered butt once more.
Jeongguk halted, holding his breath. That was a trick question, wasn't it? Would Mr. Park double the number if he said too little? Triple it? It was becoming increasingly difficult for the younger to think clearly and the chastising lash that followed when he hesitated for too long didn’t make it any easier. A rough hand threaded savagely into his dampening hair and craned his neck until he was forced to look at Mr. Park, who was staring at him with a sternly quirked eyebrow, waiting for – no – demanding an answer.
“As many ... ngh ...as many as you see fit ... sir.” Jeongguk had no idea where that address had come from, but it felt strangely fitting and the dark flash that appeared in Mr. Park’s eyes as he said it made him tremble.
“Accurate.” The older praised with a devious grin, his fingers loosening their unrelenting grip. Jeongguk’s eyes fluttered shut as they gently scratched his scalp before retreating altogether. The tiny touch of affection tempted him to stop thinking and just follow orders, whatever they might be.
“Now let’s see how well you paid attention, Jeon. From now on you will count and if you don’t tell me the right number, we’ll start over.”
The menacing words were followed by another merciless whack, the leather bruising his chafed skin. Jeongguk’s mind was spinning. How many have there been so far? Eight? Nine?
“T-ten?” There was uncertainty in his tone, but it must have been the right number given he heard Mr. Park mutter something akin to ‘what a shame’ behind his back. Jeongguk exhaled shakily and braced himself for the next blow, his fingers stopping on their own accord.
The ensuing strike hit both of his ass cheeks at the same time and he cried out in pain. “Eleven!”
“Good boy.”
Contrasting starkly with the ruthless treatment, the velvety words tasted sweeter than honey. Goose bumps erupted all over Jeongguk’s skin and a sigh tumbled from his parted lips. He wanted to hear more praise, wanted to please Mr. Park, but he failed miserably when several lashes pelted down on him in a row and he couldn’t keep up with counting. He wailed in distress and his fingers slid out again, leaving him empty and panting on the dark table.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You strutted in here like Goddess’ gift to humankind, yet you can’t even prep yourself properly. Seems like I have to do it myself.”
Jeongguk had to bite into his bottom lip to keep himself from sobbing because of the glaring displeasure in Mr. Park’s voice, which was no longer soft but cutting, welting his spirit instead of his skin. In a pathetic attempt to make amends for his wrongdoing, he tried to bring a hand back to his entrance only for the other to rudely smack it away.
He heard the click of the bottle’s cap, followed by the squelching sound of the lube before three fingers forcibly entered Jeongguk’s hole at the same time, instantly starting to open him further. With the other hand on his back, Mr. Park pressed him harder to the desk, the thin layer of fabric insufficient to keep his nipples from shaving unpleasantly over the rigid wood. Jeongguk tried to prop himself up a little, but the older promptly leaned his weight on him, pinning his chest against the smooth surface.
When Jeongguk squirmed back and forth to relieve at least some of the pressure, Mr. Park pulled his fingers out and spanked his ass, even harder than with the belt. Without any prior warning, he then breached the younger’s tight rim with four digits at once, pushing them in with one fierce motion instead of slowly winding them inside. The sudden stretch burned intensely and Jeongguk had half a mind to writhe again, so he grabbed the edge of the table to stop himself, not wanting to risk further punishment. However, he couldn’t suppress the lewd moan that was lured out of him as the discomfort subsided. The marvellous feeling of nails scraping against his walls drove him more and more into ecstasy and the mere thought of them being replaced by something else fuelled his waxing desire immeasurably.
Never ceasing to penetrate him with nimble fingers, Mr. Park draped his body over him and nuzzled his neck. His mouth roamed over the younger’s sweaty nape, licking and nipping at the delicate skin at his convenience. Unhurriedly, he trailed his fervent lips to Jeongguk’s ear and flicked his wet tongue around the lobe before biting down harshly, relishing the student’s sharp inhale, his hole clenching involuntarily around the probing digits.
“Now tell me, Jeon, will you be a good boy for me?” Mr. Park whispered, plump lips mouthing along his jawline.
Unable to form a coherent sentence, Jeongguk settled for nodding vehemently, fingers itching to touch his pulsing cock. One or two strokes would probably be enough to make him spill, but he knew instinctively that Mr. Park would not approve of such behaviour.
A doubtful hum reached his ear as Mr. Park buried his face in his black hair. He angled his wrist and a few prods later, he drilled his searching fingers relentlessly into the younger’s prostate. The unexpected stimulation sent Jeongguk lurching forward and his swollen cock slammed violently against the edge of the table, causing him to yowl pitifully.
Mr. Park chuckled but didn’t stop hitting the younger’s sweet spot dead-on. Although Jeongguk tried to muffle his high-pitched cries, he got louder with every passing second and the older was forced to slap a hand over his mouth to shut him up.
Overwhelmed by the foreign sensation he’d never experienced before, Jeongguk began to shudder. Massaging his prostate himself hadn’t ever come close to this blissful feeling. He’d never comprehended how his partners had been able to come solely from being fingered. Now, he was almost inclined to say that it was better than getting head. Every fibre in his body was tense and the arousal flowing through his veins felt like scorching lava.
“Please, can I-? ... Let me ... please.” Jeongguk babbled incoherently, desperately hoping Mr. Park would understand him anyway. He wanted to cum, needed to cum. He was so close that he could feel the relief on the tip of his tongue, but something was holding him back. He couldn’t figure out what it was until Mr. Park gave it to him: permission.
“Aw, I like hearing you beg, Jeon. Now cum for me.”
Jeongguk nearly bit into Mr. Park’s hand when he finally snapped and white ropes spurted out of his twitching cock, soiling the wooden surface. His legs jerked and his entire body vibrated as an overpowering wave of pleasure washed over him and dragged him with it, his drawn-out groan only stifled by the fingers still covering his mouth. His eyes rolled back and his toes curled in his chunky boots as he slumped onto the table, frazzled by the mind-blowing orgasm that had been better than any he'd ever had while fucking someone.
With his chest heaving from his laboured breathing, Jeongguk whined petulantly when Mr. Park withdrew his skilful fingers. He disliked the sudden emptiness and for a fleeting moment, he irrationally feared that Mr. Park had already had enough of him. His worries turned out to be unfounded, though.
“Don’t worry, Jeon, you’ll be stuffed full again in a few seconds.” Mr. Park assured with an ominous snicker.
Jeongguk could hear the telltale sound of a zipper opening, followed by the crackling of a plastic package. He considered turning around because he wanted to see Mr. Park’s cock before it would be sheathed by his insides, wanted to survey the size and shape to replace the blurry images from his reveries with the sharp reality. But Jeongguk failed to push himself up in time. He was still mustering the strength to do so when the other abruptly gripped his hips and a bulbous tip levelled with his quivering hole, demanding entrance.
Even though Mr. Park had opened him up thoroughly, Jeongguk wasn’t prepared for the large length that now forced its way inside his snug walls. The unfamiliar stretch stung and when Jeongguk realized with a slack jaw just how girthy it was, he understood why the older had ridiculed his cock earlier. Inch by inch the other screwed his length deeper into him, unremittingly. At some point, everything just seemed too much and the adrenaline in Jeongguk’s body caused his flight instinct to kick in.
Once more, he placed his hands on the desk to push himself up and put more distance between them, but Mr. Park reacted fast. He grabbed Jeongguk’s arms and twisted them behind his back so that his upper body fell back onto the table. One of the other’s small yet surprisingly strong hands held the younger’s wrists together, the other applied pressure to his lower back to hold him steady while the hard length continued to advance relentlessly, indifferent to Jeongguk’s half-hearted resistance.
“Wait ... ah ... it’s too big ... I’m-“ Jeongguk’s feeble pleas were cut off by his own mewling as Mr. Park eventually bottomed out, his pubic area flush against the younger’s ass.
The other’s huge cock reached farther inside than he thought possible and Jeongguk could feel its weight tantalizing his hyper-sensitive prostate without any of them moving at all. He inhaled deeply and tried to relax, mistakenly believing that Mr. Park was giving him time to adjust. The quiet rustling of fabric was the only clue to the older’s true intentions before a piece of soft silk was wrapped tightly around Jeongguk’s wrists, decisively preventing him from any further attempt to use his arms to right himself. Instinctively, he tried to free himself from the restraints, without success, earning him a smug chuckle.
“Remember you came here for exactly this purpose – more or less. Now be a good boy and take what you’re given.”
Without further ado, Mr. Park clasped the younger’s waist fiercely enough to leave bruises on his unblemished skin and started railing him like there was no tomorrow, ruthlessly plunging his entire length in and out of Jeongguk’s fluttering hole at a merciless pace. Cunning like a fox, the older had deliberately positioned his feet with Jeongguk’s sandwiched between them, disabling him from spreading his legs farther apart and thus making him even tighter. The feeling of the tip scraping against his warm walls was driving him out of his mind, almost as much as the veiny shaft that was unyieldingly prodding at his maltreated prostate.
Jeongguk was hard again and he could feel drops of precum dribbling down his own length, leaving similar marks in their wake as the tears that began to flow down his red cheeks. Saliva trickled from his open mouth onto the tabletop and for the briefest of moments he wondered how he ended up here; how it was possible that the small, cute lecturer had flipped a switch and made him bend over, tricking Jeongguk into being the one who probably wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. Anyhow, the constant stimulation progressively robbed him of the ability to dwell on his jumbled thoughts as he writhed on the dark wooden surface. Sensual ‘ahs’ and ‘ohs’ rolled off his tongue and the desire to cum for a second time was so bone-crushing that he began to beg.
“Please ... sir ... I ... please.”
“What are you begging for, Jeon? I’m already fucking you better than anyone ever before, aren’t I?” The older asked, his voice dripping with more than just a pinch of scorn.
A particularly harsh thrust made Jeongguk cry out and he pleaded even harder, unable to form complete sentences in his dizzy state.
“What? Want me to stop? Is that it?”
“No!” Jeongguk wailed in distress, frantically shaking his head. The visceral yearning to reach another climax was all he could think about.
“What then, huh? Want to cum?” Mr. Park went on without ever faltering in his tireless rhythm, pounding his pelvis against the younger’s ass over and over.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please.” Jeongguk wanted to cum so badly but the bond made it impossible to touch himself to quicken the process. He was wholly at the older’s mercy.
“I won’t stop you. You can come whenever you want.” Mr. Park taunted with a wicked chortle, as if he didn’t know exactly what Jeongguk was getting at, clearly entertained by the wails that followed his jeer.
“What? You want me to touch you? Want me to jerk you off? To wrap my hand around your weeping little boner, circle my thumb around the tip, press it into the slit?”
“Yes! Please! Please! Please!” Jeongguk begged louder than ever. The voluptuous images Mr. Park had conjured made his neglected cock twitch. He was in desperate need for some friction, knowing that the slightest touch would most likely be enough to make him come undone.
Jeongguk held his breath as the older brought his mouth to his ear, hoping Mr. Park would announce that he’d finally indulge him. “I won’t.”
The pitiless refusal rattled the younger’s whole body with delirious sobs and he whined in agony. Jeongguk had never been this vocal during sex before but he was too wrecked to feel embarrassed or to focus on anything other than his withheld orgasm. He didn’t even care if he was loud enough to attract unwanted attention despite the late hour, as long as he would finally find some relief.
A choked moan erupted from his throat as Mr. Park once again smacked his hand over his mouth to stifle his lustful noises. He drilled his cock into the student with new vigour, tightening the grip on his waist until Jeongguk could feel nails digging into his skin. With each snap of the older’s proficient hips, the imposing length abused Jeongguk’s sweetest spot unerringly, driving him further to the edge of insanity. The pent up arousal was making his cock throb and Jeongguk was so close to spilling he could practically taste it on his tongue. All he needed was one final push that eventually came when Mr. Park wove a hand into his dishevelled hair, clutched a tuft between his short fingers and pulled firmly.
With a deep, drawn-out moan, Jeongguk fell apart. His twitching cock spurted cum all over the place and his body convulsed, his rim clenching so excessively that Mr. Park groaned into his ear, his incessant thrusts becoming erratic. Still, he continued impaling his student on his impressive length until his hips stuttered and he emptied his load into the thin layer of latex separating them, cussing under his breath.
“Fuck. This was …” He paused, at a loss for words for the first time that evening. “Fuck. You tightened so heavenly around me, Jeon.”
After his cock stopped squirting, Mr. Park collapsed on top of the younger, gasping for air, and Jeongguk preened on the fact that he’d made him feel good – and that the other didn’t seem as composed and unaffected by their tryst as he’d feigned. The older continued to grind his pubic area against Jeongguk’s sore ass, riding out his orgasm, while he removed his fingers from the younger’s head to untie his wrists. It wasn’t until he dropped the piece of cloth onto the table next to them that Jeongguk identified it as the striped tie Mr. Park had worn to class today.
Without making any move to pull out just yet, Mr. Park guided Jeongguk’s arms back onto the table and gently massaged the redness around his wrists, his face buried in the younger’s messy hair. Jeongguk appreciated the gentle touches. With a pleased sigh, his eyes fluttered close, a dopey smile adorning his blissed-out features. Before he could doze off, the other’s lips found their way back to his nape, warm tongue licking over it as if the thin film of sweat was a delicious frosting. One spot seemed to be particularly appealing to him and all of a sudden, Mr. Park sucked so vigorously on the flawless skin that Jeongguk whimpered beneath him. Nonetheless, the younger welcomed the pain that accompanied the unflinching treatment, for it led him to believe that the older wanted to leave a lasting mark on him; a proof of what had happened here tonight – and also a proof of the position Jeongguk had taken.
They stayed like that for a while, bent over the table on top of each other, the silence broken only by their heavy breathing and the smacking sounds of Mr. Park’s lips nibbling on his pierced ear. Then a rash movement tugging at his sensitive rim made Jeongguk wince. It caused the older to pull out carefully and Jeongguk missed the feeling of being full straightaway. Mr. Park made up for the loss by littering the crook of Jeongguk’s neck and his shoulders with hickeys, dragging the collar of his shirt down to expose more of his smooth skin. The languid caresses were so comforting that the younger had almost forgotten where he was when the other’s deep voice brought him back to reality and he became aware of the hard tabletop beneath him, among other things.
“I hope that taught you a lesson and next time you think twice about what kind of assignment you submit, Jeon.” The older rasped into his ear before straightening up and stepping away, taking the cozy warmth with him along with the weight of his body.
Jeongguk kept lying there, still somewhat disoriented. Blinking, he struggled to clear the dizziness from his mind and find the strength to lift himself up. For a heartbeat, the younger feared that the lecturer would either throw him out now or leave him behind, but he was mistaken again. Warm hands gingerly grabbed his hips and pulled him back a little, creating enough space to cautiously clean his entrance and his spent cock. Afterwards, they tucked his length heedfully back into his boxers and hauled his pants up.
Jeongguk let all of this happen without a word and didn’t fight back when the same hands wrapped around his upper arms and brought him back to a standing position. His legs were still a little wobbly as Mr. Park turned him around, so he clutched his hands in the older’s now wrinkled shirt to steady himself. Eventually, Jeongguk lifted his gaze to meet the other’s eyes, finding them looking back at him with an amused sparkle.
“You’re tongue-tied, huh? I have to admit, you’re kind of cute when you’re wrecked, Jeon.” Mr. Park mused with a giggle, though this time it was soft and mellow, lacking any trace of malice.
Before Jeongguk could say something, the older placed a hand on the back of his neck and yanked him forward, closing the remaining distance between them to capture his lips. Stunned, it took the younger a couple of seconds to react, but as soon as he’d recovered, he snaked his arms tightly around the other and melted into the kiss, longing for affection after having his brains fucked out this coarsely. Their mouths slotted together perfectly and when Mr. Park’s tongue teased his lips, Jeongguk didn’t hesitate to let it delve inside. Small hands threaded into his unruly strands and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, taking the control that Jeongguk was all too willing to relinquish. Damn, if he would be rewarded with a kiss like that, he never wanted to be in charge again.
When Mr. Park tried to pull away, Jeongguk chased after him, emboldened enough to slip his tongue between the other’s lips. For a brief moment, the older let him have his way, then he sank his teeth into the younger’s bottom lip in warning, eliciting a tormented whimper to which he responded with another snicker. Sluggish, Jeongguk blinked his eyes open and almost believed he saw something like fondness in the other’s gaze, but the expression disappeared before he could take a closer look.
With an appearance way more proper than Jeongguk thought was appropriate under the given circumstances, Mr. Park strode to a closet at the other end of the room, fished out a shirt and handed it to Jeongguk.
“Here. To cover up the mess you’ve made.” The older remarked while gesturing towards the younger’s crotch. Jeongguk’s cheeks were ablaze as he glanced down in bafflement and noticed the splatters of cum on his pants and the bottom hem of his shirt.
“Can’t have you walk out of my office looking like you got the best dick of your life, hm, Jeon? We don’t want to ruin your reputation, do we?” Mr. Park quipped with barely disguised glee, failing to bite back a mischievous grin.
Flushing even more, Jeongguk sprang into action and accepted the piece of clothing. He could tell at first sight that the size was a little too small for him and that it wouldn’t cover his groin, so he tied it around his hips instead, hoping the knot and sleeves would be enough of a distraction if he happened to run into someone on the way back to his dorm.
He was standing in the quiet room a little hesitantly, unsure whether he should just leave now, when Mr. Park turned to him again. He stopped in front of the younger, his head tilted to the side, and regarded him with unfathomable eyes before placing a hand on Jeongguk’s face. Tenderly stroking the cheekbone with his thumb, he leaned in to press his plump lips softly onto the student’s one last time. Then he broke away and Jeongguk could watch his demeanour change, as if he had flipped a switch once more. His eyes became dark and piercing, his voice sharp and menacing.
“I’m expecting a serious synopsis early next week, Mr. Jeon. Are we clear?” Mr. Park said in dismissal, his tone stern, leaving no doubt that he wouldn’t tolerate any contradiction. In spite of that, tranquillity and kindness had returned to his stance, more reminiscent of the lecturer who taught Jeongguk several times a week and less of the indomitable man who’d just fucked him senseless.
Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to withstand another punishment – at least not this evening – Jeongguk nodded compliantly. He had no intention of actually obeying, though. And if he was truly honest, he wasn’t entirely sure Mr. Park really wanted him to. Admittedly, Jeongguk was the one who had very unsubtly made ambiguous innuendos and had definitely come here today with sexual ulterior motives. But Mr. Park hadn’t had to acknowledge it, in any form. He could have simply given his student an earful, hauling him over the coals for his inappropriate behaviour or even reported him to be temporarily suspended or something similar. Yet he had done nothing of the sort. Instead, Mr. Park had turned the tables and made Jeongguk submit to him so he could use the younger’s body for his pleasure. Not that Jeongguk would dare to complain about it. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t been the only one who enjoyed this unexpected turn of events. And perhaps he wasn’t the only one who wouldn’t object to a repetition either.
“See you on Monday … sir.” Jeongguk said in passing, unable to resist adding the last, teasing word.
In a way it had been a test and he internally rejoiced when it ignited the desired result. Mr. Park’s eyes flashed dangerously and a muscle in his face twitched, implying that this address wouldn’t leave him completely unfazed after tonight. Oh, Jeongguk couldn’t wait to use it in class and observe the older’s reaction. Hopefully it would not only evoke the memory of this evening, but also the urge to punish Jeongguk again for his naughty behaviour.
His mind was reeling the entire way home and he instantaneously opened his laptop to type the first notes of his alternative submission. The story he now had in mind was about the forbidden relationship between a charming, dark-haired twenty-something music student named Jeongsik, who falls unhappily in love with his handsome, blonde thirty-something professor named Kim Changmin and settles for being his devoted rope bunny because he believes his rigger will never reciprocate his deeper feelings. And, of course, Jeongguk would add a first, even filthier excerpt to the revised synopsis, which, to round it off, would contain an elaborate bondage scene. The only difference was that this time he no longer saw himself in the role of the dominant top while writing.
And, oh boy, did Mr. Park punish him that next Wednesday evening for misbehaving! In fact, he ravished him so rigorously that Jeongguk was limping for days, prying eyes following him down the hallways wherever he went. But he didn’t regret it for a second.