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From the moment he saw Lee Heeseung’s cute little braces at the top of his ‘at risk students’ profile, he knew that he had to be his next boyfriend.

He was surprised about that too. He wouldn't usually go for the fugly nerds. Sunghoon’s type was more drop dead jailbait twinks who looked more suited to be in a bukkake gangbang JAV video than in a classroom doing math. But there was just something about how his little teethes spilled out just over his top lip and exposed a little bit of the old school metal wiring of his braces that made him wish that Principal Kim wasn't there so he could pull out his dick and jizz all over the black and white headshot.

That was five days ago. And rest assured that he had had plenty of opportunities to cum all over his photos since then.

The drawer in his office could attest to that. It was packed to the brim with pictures he had ejaculated on, taken from government documents and school newspapers and his mother's Facebook and even one taken from a very hidden idol stan Twitter account that Sunghoon was pretty sure he committed a couple of laws to attach to Heeseung, where he was smiling up to the camera braces fully out wearing a white tee so tight his nipples were poking out, next to a boringly attractive girl smiling who Google said was Sieun from the idol group StayC. His favourite was definitely that one but all of his jizzed on photos was special to him and every day before he left work he leafed through them and came on a new set of Hee pics while looking at his previous handiwork, in what was truly the Inception of ephebophilic depravity. It made the sting of not being able to see Heeseung go away somewhat, at least until the next day when he would do it all over again.

See Park Sunghoon was a guidance counsellor for the typical high pressure Korean high school and if anyone needed guidance right about now it was definitely Lee Heeseung. Yes right now, not a week after Principal Kim gave him his file and sent him on a Heeseung shaped spiral. Stupid school. Sunghoon needed to save the boy with his dick immediately not in a week’s time Christ.

Poor boy. Poor dumb boy. Poor slutty boy.

He was a failure all around.

He had so failed his academic career that he was a part of a few disgraceful individuals who was never going to see the inside of a Csat hall lest they drag down the school scores and fuck up funding and deals and all the other good shit that made schools funtion. He failed so hard the last time he was in a test hall, the resulting anxiety attack kept him in a hospital for three days and led to a bunch of ‘testing bad’ news articles about the school, the likes of which Principal Kim is still pissed about.

He was a failure in the looks department too. He was only attractive in that weird MC Escher only pretty in certain angles if you were squinting way, with his acne ridden and scared face, his cold eyes, his bunny teeth with the metal braces, his too lanky and the odd way clothes hung on him like they were simultaneously too big and too small for him. Of course, because Sunghoon was a degenerate scumbag with kinks not even he understood, all of those ugly features made him ridiculously attractive to the point of constant ejaculation like he was 13 all over again to the older man but even Sunghoon wasn't delusional enough to not consider him a complete fugly human being.

And his personal life just was one big contrast failure woof. Thanks to his extensive stalking of the boy, Sunghoon knew all about Heeseung’s dead father, his loony evangelical mother, his current living situation which was a tiny little basement apartment with his mother and her family that included a gaggle of below aged five cousins and a senile grandparent and his fanatical love of idol girl groups, with stupid names like Itzy and StayC and Weeekly with three es and æspa with the a and e attached. One of those things would have been bad enough but all four? Just a disaster.

But the worst thing about Lee Heeseung was that he was so so so very naughty.

He hid it well but underneath the ugly nerd aesthetic Heeseung was quite the little bicycle. Sunghoon had found this out on his first day of stalking him. He had followed the boy out of school but instead of going to the apartment Sunghoon knew he lived at, he went the other direction to an abandoned children’s playground. There waiting for him was someone he thought was a friend but then they both pulled out cigarettes and Sunghoon’s entire naive image of Heeseung forever shattered.

It became so clear to him then about Lee Heeseung’s true nature that he was blinded to before . Friend, what friend? The dumb one in the bleach blonde cut and the iljin getup wasn't his friend. Friends don't play with each other's hair and touch cigarette tips in a highly erotic fashion and give each other flowers. Friends don't sneak under the slide to make out with tongue. What the hell!

Sunghoon felt ill then. He felt genuinely ill. Heeseung was just like all the rest of them.

And yet...

Sunghoon still got a boner from this realisation. His zit filled face and metal braces and wide eyes still made him want to squirt buckets like a girl in a sleazy JAV tape, even though he knew he couldn't do that because he wasn't a girl and because squirt was piss and he wasn't a toddler. He wanted to punish Heeseung so bad, for being a whore in disguise, for pretending to be someone he wasn't, for bewitching him with nothing but a flash of his teeth in a photo he probably took under duress.

He hated Heeseung so much. He was so bad.

He loved Heeseung so much. He wanted to make him so good.

And so the stalking continued and he found more instances of the dork faced brat being a slut that made his dick hard. When he played hooky with his boyfriend (who Sunghoon found out was called Jongseong and was a certified chaebol, all relevant information for when Sunghoon finally beat his ass to a pulp for even talking to Heeseung) in the old showers that were supposedly haunted and no one went to anymore, Sunghoon was there to film their making out session on his phone. When he was in his bedroom prancing around in a cheap silk lingerie set, Sunghoon was there mastubating furiously to his full screen tv as his secret cameras filmed it all. And when he met up with the foreign exchange student Katashi in the back of the gym and played the coquettish trollop act up until the Japanese student kissed him and then he cried and told Jongseong about it which led to the great Math Corridor Beat-Them-Up of September 2021, Sunghoon was there, just observing, waiting for a chance to pounce, to teach this boy a lesson, to teach the world a lesson for intruding one what was meant to be his.

But finally it was time.

Heeseung’s counselling session was today. Not only today but in ten minutes! Sunghoon has had the time memorised since he got it the time slot a week ago. 2:15 to 3:30. An hour and 15 minutes. where his favourite boy Lee Heeseung was going to be near him and acknowledging him and talking to him and telling him all his feelings and hugging him and kissing him and going down on his knees for him and blowing him and crying on him and bleeding on him and and and.

Welp he just came again. Thank god he was in his raincoat get up or his nice suit would have been ruined. That would have so terrible imagine Heeseung not seeing him at his best.

He took off his raincoat, put on a new pair of boxers to replace his soiled ones and put back on his nicest suit, a three piece affair with a beige blazer with Burberry Check panelling, a matching tie and a beige waistcoat and freshly pressed slacks. Then he started to mix his ‘potion’ and was halfway through the steps when suddenly-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

It was 2:07. A whole 12 minutes before Heeseung was meant to be in his classroom! Not only that but the knocking showed that he really wanted to be with Sunghoon in his office, early even! This was the best day of his life! He eagerly rushed to the door and unlocked it quickly and when he opened the door-

Oh.

“I am told that this student is meant to be with you this period, yes or no?” said a very stone faced Kang Taehyun, math teacher, with a very resigned looking Lee Heeseung right behind him.

It didn't feel as earth shattering to finally see him in the flesh as Sunghoon thought it would. But at least if he died now he could confirm that Lee Heeseung looked just as fucking drop dead gorgeous up close as he did from afar.

“Yes,” Sunghoon said carefully, making sure to take short glances at the boy whenever he could without getting caught. “Yes his session is now.”

“Wonderful,” Kang Taehyun said, clapping his hands and pushing Heeseung towards the guidance counsellor roughly. Sunghoon had the sudden urge to do the same back to him. He pushed it down. He didn't want to lose his job after all.

The maths teacher then turned around to face Heeseung. Kang Taehyun wasn't a very happy person on the best of days but right now he looked like he legitimately wanted to slap the angel boyslut. There was no telling about what Sunghoon would do to him if he did. No one will ever touch his boy ever again and get away with it.

“I want to see you in my office first thing tomorrow, Lee, and there will be consequences if you don't.” He said harshly. But why though? What happened between them? Why was Heeseung being escorted to his office by a teacher five minutes before he was meant to come by himself? Sunghoon was confused.

“Excuse me,” he said in his best teacher’s voice “Um can I ask why you brought him here?”

Kang Taehyun rolled his eyes and turned his back to the guidance counsellor as he made his way out of the little nook in the corridor where the door to Sunghoon’s office sat. The disrespect. “He tried to escape from school using a teacher’s pass. So I was here to make sure his untrustworthy self couldn't try it again. Good day to you Dr Park.”

And then he left.

A moment between Sunghoon and Heeseung where they did nothing but kinda kind of looked into each other's eyes awkwardly. Sunghoon could count every single one of Heeseung’s spots and zits and acne scars from here. He wanted to kiss all of them but they’d have to go inside first.

“Well, you can go in Heeseung,” Sunghoon said awkwardly. Gosh he was already messing up, he was going to have be better than that if he had any chance of making him want to bump uglies with his teacher. At least he didn't say anything and just walked into the room.

And Heeseung didn’t hear the door lock too. Maybe things were really looking up and he was finally going to get what he wanted for once.

“I always make a hot drink for my students at the beginning of a session to help them settle into here.” Sunghoon said, his voice smooth and silky or at least his idea of smooth and silky. He pretended to look through his small cupboard. “I have hot chocolate, green tea, ginseng, buckwheat te-”

“That last one.” Heeseung interrupted. It was the first words he had said to Sunghoon. His voice was like honey. Sunghoon wanted to taste it. Whatever that meant.

Sunghoon made the tea like an expert. How could he not have? He had been practicing how to make buckwheat tea for a whole week, since he read in his various profiles that it was Heeseung’s favourite drink. And it was going to be the best cup of buckwheat tea ever! His boy deserved nothing but the best!

And also he needed to drink down the potion for Sunghoon’s plan to begin to work. That too.

But thanks to the interruption he hadn’t managed to mix the potion into a fine enough powder and so parts of it was still very chunky.

Oh well. Sunghoon hoped that Heeseung would just mistake it for the buckwheat at the bottom of the glass cup that somehow managed to float up. He was so bone stupid, that was a legitimate possibility.

“Here you go Heeseung,” the guidance counsellor said as he handed the cup to the boy. He wanted to have their hands touch in a totally movie cliche moment but the angle of the cup plus the way Heeseung was looking at him, unblinkingly like he was just waiting for him to mess up, made him abandon that plan. Oh well. There was plenty of time for them to hold hands.

“Thank you Mr Park,” Heeseung said flatly, like he was reading from a script. He put the cup down without even taking a sip.

“That’s okay Heeseung. And please call me Sunghoon.”

“Okay Mr Park,” Heeseung said deliberately, his eyes darting around the room. He seemed very twitchy. And hostile towards him. That wouldn't do. Please be my friend, Sunghoon wanted to say. I’d do anything if you were my friend.

“What would you like to talk about, Heeseung,” Sunghoon said, taking a biscuit from the plate on the table separating the two of them and swirling it in his tea. “I try to not lead the therapy sessions. Many of my students feel silenced in their everyday lives and I find allowing them the opportunity to speak freely really helps.” He sipped his tea, hoping that it would lead to a monkey see monkey do effect. It didn't. “Would that help you?”

A beat passed.

“I hate Mr Kang.” Heeseung said quietly, his hands falling to his lap and his eyes on my floor. “He’s such an...urgh,” He grunted at no one in particular and dramatically slumped.

“You can swear if you want.” Sunghoon could get behind a bitch session about Kang Taehyun. If there was ever a man with a stick up his asshole it was him. Plus Heeseung looked kind of hot when he was mad. His eyes kind of scrunched up. He opened his mouth wider and showed off his braces. That kind of thing.

“He’s an asshole.” Heeseung’s eyes lit up. It was almost as if not being able to swear was a weight on his shoulders. “He has it out for me I swear.” He grabs a pillow from the floor and hugged it aggressively. It was impossible to fall more in love with him.

“Is there any reason why you think that Mr Kang doesn't like you?” Sunghoon said trying to hide his lovesick smile from view.

“Well it's very obvious,” Heeseung said almost proudly “I’m fucking stupid and he doesn't like fucking stupid people.”

He sounded so sad when he said that. Poor boy. Sunghoon decided to take his first shot at this whole winning him over thing. Sad boys were always the best targets.

“I don't think you're stupid Heeseung,” he said firmly to the boy who was currently looking to the floor.

“I mean, that's just your opinion Mr Park.” the seventeen year old said simply as if it was just a fact of life. “Everyone’s seen my grades they know what I am. I know what I am. It's fine.”

For a split second Sunghoon thought he saw tears welling up in Heeseung’s tears. But then the moment passed and his eyes were drier than the Sahara. Maybe he just hallucinated that part to make himself feel like he was actually getting somewhere with Heeseung? That would explain a lot.

“You’re not your grades Heeseung,” Sunghoon said emphatically. He got up out of his chair and made his way onto the couch where Heeseung was sitting in. He sat down on the far end on the couch trying to weasel his way closer to the boy. “You’re not ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’ or ‘useless’ just because you can't do tests. And anyone saying that to you is the stupid one.”

Another beat passed.Sunghoon hoped that this meant that Heeseung was so full of emotion thanks to his self esteem boosting words of encouragement.

He wasn't that lucky.

“Thank you Mr Park.” Lee Heeseung said as if nothing had happened. It was like Sunghoon’s kind words meant nothing to him and he was only saying thank you because that's what a human would say in that situation.

Then Sunghoon’s hope died.

“My boyfriend says stuff like that too. But he‘s so smart and gets the best marks every single time so he doesn't get how that kind of talk doesn't help me.”

Boyfriend.

How dare he mention the good for nothing iljin cunt who stole Heeseung away from him? This conversation had nothing to do with boyfriends of any kind so why did the boy bring him up? Sunghoon was so angry right now.

“Um, you're not going to tell anyone that I said boyfriend right?” Heeseung looked so scared and fearful and he was biting his nails like crazy. He looked so hot. Sunghoon wanted that exact expression to stay on his face forever.

Sunghoon tried to remain calm, tried to go back to his good doctor Park persona but something had irrevocably changed. The air . He was breathing heavily now, sweating even and even oblivious little Heeseung had noticed. Sunghoon could feel it. He was going to do something that he couldn’t take back very soon.

And he couldn’t wait.

“Tell me more about this boyfriend of yours,” he simpered as Heeseung looked more and more uncomfortable. “What’s his name?”

“Jay.”

“Ah. Jay. Nice name. How does such a good boy like you get such a bad boy like Jay to be your boyfriend huh?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Heeseung snapped indignantly. Mouthy cunt, Sunghoon thought meanly as he moved closer and closer to the dork boy on the couch, crowding him against the armrest of the couch. There’s less of that fear he craves from him. He needs it to come back.

He has to make him scared. His hard on depends on it.

“I mean we all know that boys like him only want one thing especially from ugly little disasters like you.” Their faces were touching now. His dick was so rock hard it hurt and Heeseung could probably feel it pressing onto his leg which could explain the sudden vigorous struggling from. Oh God.

“I mean we all know that boys like him only want one thing especially from ugly little disasters like you.” Their faces were touching now. His dick was so rock hard it hurt and Heeseung could probably feel it pressing onto his leg which could explain the sudden vigorous struggling. “So tell me sweetheart cause I’m just dying to know. Does he prefer your mouth or your cunt?”

And that’s when he fully straddled the younger boy, pushing his full weight onto him and making him unable to move. It was so intoxicating. The feeling of another human body under him. The power coursing through his veins felt so potent. It felt better than all the drugs combined.

Then he felt a wet glob of spit slide down his face. That was a bad move on Heeseung’s part. Like c’mon, how was that supposed to make his dick less hard?

“We don't do stuff like that you PERVERT! LET ME GO! HELP! HELP ME SOMEONE! MR PARK IS RAP-

Sunghoon didn't realise that he punched the boy in the face until he noticed that the boy had shut the fuck up and the sudden angry red mark on his pretty little face. And that's when he thinks he lost it for real. Seeing his handiwork reflected on his Heeseung’s face was just too much to handle.

Sunghoon didn't realise that he punched the boy in the face until he noticed that the boy had shut the fuck up and the sudden angry red mark on his pretty little face. And that's when he thinks he lost it for real. Seeing his handiwork reflected on his Heeseung’s face was just too much to handle.

He wanted to do it again. And again and again. And again and again and again, until Heeseung learnt his fucking lesson until Heeseung got it through his thick skull that he was Sunghoon’s and Sunghoon’s alone.

And so he did.

“You know that's not an answer right?” He said mockingly as he slapped Heeseung on the check.

“I don't get why you never do as you're told,” he said as he backhanded the boy several times in quick succession. This caused Heeseung to shed his first real tears, which made Sunghoon want to cum immediately. His tears were the stuff of his dreams. So gorgeous.

“That’s the real reason why you're so ‘fucking stupid’ baby,” Sunghoon said as he dug his one of his fingernails into a particularly bubolous zit of hers and dragged it down, just to see what you would happen. “You just don't listen. Bad boy.”

Then he dragged his fingernail down Heeseung’s tear-stained face, making sure to dig deep as he did so. He wanted to see the boy bleed and he did but it wasn't enough to sate his bloodlust. He was so far gone at this point he didn't know what would.

And maybe Heeseung was too far gone too?

After all he wasn't struggling as hard as he was before. And what was that Sunghoon felt as he pressed his palm over his school issued slacks? My oh my...

“Oh my god you're so hard Lee Heeseung my special boy.” He panted into the teenager’s ear, probably spraying bits of spittle on him. God he was acting like such a slimeball right now. It was like he had become the purest most undiluted version of himself. “We make each other feel so good, don't we?”

Sunghoon didn’t know what he expected but it sure wasn’t hearing Heeseung’s loud, annoying hiccuping sobs that was honestly more irritating than heartstrings tugging. And the less said about his snot and mucus covered face the better.

His baby boy had really worked himself up into a state hadn’t he? Sunghoon wanted his tears but he was looking ugly and sounding uglier. He needed to make it stop.

“Mr Park,” The teenager hiccuped out as tears streamed down his cheeks. “I don’t like it here, I want to go home.”

Sunghoon tried to comfort him but for some reason Heeseung flinched when he put a soothing hand on his face. Okay fine, Sunghoon thought like a bratty child, last time I do that, you ungrateful brat. But before he could admonish the boy, he spoke again.

“Mr Park, please let me go-“

“You know why that can’t happen.”

“I won’t tell anyon-“

“Are you sure about that?”

He wanted to toy with the boy. This was always the best part of the making a boyfriend experience. The mind games. The broken promises. The process of making a boy his. It usually worked better when they had the potion in them but there was something particularly sweet about breaking this strong-willed boy and moulding him into the perfect boyfriend while he was completely aware and unable to do anything. It was positively panty wetting.

Then he got an idea.

Sunghoon hit him again, this time whacking his clothed thigh, mostly as a warning and because he could. Then he put his hand out on Heeseung’s fat little chin, feeling how he shook with fear. Then he squeezed his chin and whispered into his ear:

“I might let you go if you follow my instructionsand answer all my questions truthfully. Are you willing to do that?”

The boy nodded eagerly.

“Say it.”

“I’ll do anything you say Mr Par-”

“Sunghoon,” Sunghoon insisted as he ran his free hands through Heeseung’s greasy mop of hair. “Call me Sunghoon instead. Mr Park was my father's name.”

“Okay. Sun-gho-on,” He said before he was taken by a giant coughing fit that led him to spray more blobby spit on himself like a baby. Disgusting.

But disgusting looked good on Lee Heeseung. And so the teacher tightened his grip on his student’s chin and ‘asked’ his first ‘question’.

“How wide do you gape after that degenerate Park Jongseong is done with you?” He spat out both those words and phelgm onto the boy.

“I don't, m-me and Jay don't do that stuff-”

WHACK! This time the hit landed on Heeseung’s already abused cheek and he cried out predictably.

“Didnt I fucking TELL NOT TO LIE, YOU STU-”

“But I’m not lying Mr- I mean Sunghoon please believe me!” The whore cried and pleaded, even putting his hands up in a praying position. For his efforts Sunghoon backhanded him, making sure to grind his almost uncomfortable hard bulge on the hysterical boy’s thigh at the exact time the hit connected for his maximum pleasure

“God doesn't like it when you lie, Heeseung-ah.”

“But I’m not lying please we haven't even had sex yet!”

Heeseung was curled into one side of himself like one of those scared dogs in those unskippable commercials for animal shelters that played in front of his favourite television show for jacking off Produce X 101 or something and sobbed uncontrollably as he felt the weight of Sunghoon crashed down harder on him harder.

The teacher’s anger was fading. There was a chance that Lee Heeseung wasn't a whore. There was a chance that he was a pure boy. Oh gosh.

Did those words mean that dumb bastard hasn't touched his precious little angel? Maybe. Heeseung was a liar, mostly cause all people were liars but still.

His mood was improving. It was time to change tack with Heeseung. Be nicer. Comfort him.

“What do you mean by that angel?” He said in a sugary voice. He took out a floral handkerchief out of his now real dishevelled blazer pocket and delicately daubed at his tears. Somehow that just made him cry harder.

Of all the things Sunghoon thought the Lee Heeseung would be -angel, good boy, nerd, dork, liar, bad boy, whore, home wrecker, gold digger, devil worshiper, idol stan- a crybaby wouldn't have made his list but here they were.

Pussy.

“Please don't hurt me Sunghoon! It's just that Jay wanted my first time to be special!”

Wait, first time?

Does that mean? Like really?

Virgin?

He's a virgin?

Maybe God really did love Park Sunghoon despite all he's done. After all He’s delivered a fresh never been fucked maiden directly to his little sanctuary where he could do whatever to the sweet little thing. If that wasn't love, he didn't know what was.

Sunghoon’s mind was reeling, flipping through increasingly more fucked up fantasies of what he was going to do with the boy now currently sprawled halfway off the loveseat like his mind was a VHS player and his deep darkest desires taken from his favourite mean JAV videos was a constantly skipping tape.

Some were hazy unrealized unclear videos like the one of him branding his initials on Heeseung’s hips with a white-hot knife and watching as the blood from the wound poured out of him like he was a girl with a particular heavy period flow and hearing his painful screams.

Others were daydreams so vivid, like the one of Heeseung being dragged into an alley and made to service nearly a dozen old decrepit men and Sunghoon jacking off furiously as they forced him to take four cocks in his tight little asshole at once spreading his legs so wide he was doing the splits on the dirty broken glass filled trash bags and forcing him to take two more dicks in his mouth both at the same time til he vomits up cum and finally gets drenched in cum from their swollen cocks, that he thought they were real until he snapped out of it long enough to realise that it was a product of his depraved mind and not a real gig.

Others still were the fantasies he wished to reenact and would do in the future. The one where Sunghoon made Heeseung take his cock right in front of that prick Park Jongseong’s dumb face. The one where Heeseung cleaned his house in nothing but a sheer apron and sucked his cock as he ate his favourite breakfast bacon and barbeque sauce baguette. Or, his favourite, the one where Hee got on his knees and told his teacher how much he loved him and why and let himself get kissed and babied and pampered. Those fantasies were nice and all but he brought himself back to earth.

There was so much more to be done.

His dick was throbbing. He was about to cum real soon he could feel it. He was halfway gone and he needed release fast.

Sunghoon suddenly lunged forward and wrapped a hand around Heeseung’s neck. He squeezed and squeezed and waited to hear his angel choked gasp before he deliriously spat out his request, both figuratively in describing the words fell out of his gaping maw of a jaw and literally because he sprayed poor Heeseung with enough (again) spittle to make the boy a human spitton.

It went well all things considering.

“Hey hey hey Heeseung I know a way that could get you out of here you know you know so here's what you have to do take your hand the left one I know you're left handed and what I want you to do is put it in your mouth and get your hand all nice and wet hey hey hey are you listening to me you better be because you need to know what to do next so after that I want you to slip your head into my trousers and make me cum you know how to do that innocent little baby boy right even a boy like you must have masturbated at least once right?”

Heeseung didn't move a muscle. Sunghoon took that as consent.

He grabbed the boy by his hair and dragged him into a sitting position. He made a token little moaning sound but that was about it. Maybe his dumb little nerd boy wasn't so dumb after all. A dumb boy wouldn't have moulded himself into a perfect little doll made to be posed and used by his owner and nothing else.

Sunghoon then grabbed his hand and moved it so it was caressing Sunghoon’s face. He snuggled into his student’s strawberry hand cream smelling palm and manoeuvred his fingers into a whole fist before sweetly moaning:

“Open your mouth baby.”

The boy did as he was told. The moment Sunghoon saw sweet little Lee Heeseung’s braces in the flesh he immediately wanted to spray his jizz all over them. But that wasn’t in the plan just yet. Wait he pleaded to himself and also to his erection. There was still so much time left it was only 2:45.

And so he shoved the fist into the boy’s own mouth, making sure to choke hard enough to make drool come out. He liked his handjobs wet and disgusting and sloppy and Heeseung’s struggling mouth was providing that in spades. He looked like a dream with his watering red eyes and his running nose and his puffy face.

But he was so close to cumming and he couldn’t wait any longer.

So he withdrew the hand from the boy’s mouth and pretended he didn’t hear Heeseung’s sharp gasp of air for his own sanity.

“Sweetie sweetie my Heeseung,” he panted out pathetically as some of his own drool joined the mess on Heeseung’s nasty as fuck hand. “You know how to stroke a dick right?”

He wasn’t even paying attention, the stupid dolt. Too busy focusing on staring at the drywall and using his dry hand to attempt to clean his ruined little face.

SMACK

There. Now he’s paying attention.

Sunghoon stood up, deliberately towering over him in an attempt to intimidate Heeseung. It was definitely working judging by the hardcore cowering he was doing. Then he grabbed the boy’s chin and started moving it up and down in a mockery of speech.

Then he started speaking a squeaky stereotypical nerd voice. Anything to make Heeseung feel just that little bit smaller. “Yes Mr Sunghoon I do know how to jerk off big powerful men with even bigger dicks. How do you think I managed to stay in school despite being the stupidest bitch ever who doesn't even know the answer to 4 x 7? Oh gosh your dick is so much bigger than Jongseong’s little toothpick, it's almost as big as my arm! Give it to me daddy!”

As he was saying that, he had been trying to take off his belt one-handedly but it was going less than swimmingly. Turns out using your dominant hand to be a dick can in fact have consequences. But then he felt slimy slender fingers on his slacks going towards his zipper.

“Oh gosh,” Sunghoon took his hand off Heeseung’s chin and moved it to his head and patted it lovingly. “You want it don't you?”

He said nothing but he didn't need to. His unzipping of Sunghoon’s trousers was all the agreement they both needed.

For three minutes Park Sunghoon was in heaven.

Just nothing but slimy palms and long fingernails gliding up and down on his erection. Heeseung was clearly a novice at this but his nervousness made it so much better to Sunghoon. A whore would have given him his handjob in a perfect factory standard and as someone who has paid for his fair share of handjobs he'd take Heeseung’s amateur dick rubbing any day of the fucking week.

Sunghoon was falling apart now. It took nothing but a fucking hand for him to feel so fucked dumb. He was drooling like a dog, panting like a man parched in the desertSunghoon was falling apart now. It took nothing but a tiny little palm for him to feel so fucked dumb. He was drooling like a dog, panting like a man parched in the desert, crying like there was something to cry about. His mind was cloudy and his thoughts were empty like his soul was probably.

And it was all for Heeseung.

He made him like this.

But he knew he needed something more. Something to really push him over the edge.

Heeseung opened his mouth and Sunghoon got his idea.

He pushed the boy, cause he could and dropped to his knees. It was only then that Sunghoon took his proper look at what he did to Heeseung’s face for the first time. He marvelled at the bleeding cut on his cheek that must have been the result of the first time he was disciplined. He stared in awe at the mess of snot, sweat, tears, saliva, phlegm and pus splattering Heeseung’s Schrödinger's Cat paradox of a face like paint on a Pollock piece. He looked at it all with the incisive eye and care of an artist inspecting a half finished work of art. He wanted to stay gazing upon his unfinished masterpiece forever but he was this close to nutting and he had A Mission.

“I really want you to open your mouth Hee,” Sunghoon giggled weirdly as he started touching his companion’s lips. “Let me see your braces, sweetie.”

Slowly but surely Heeseung opened his pouty mouth and Sunghoon nearly fainted when he got the first true look of the braces. It look like real molten silver had been melted down for the sole purpose of keeping Heeseung from looking any more like a rabies riddled Bug Bunny and it was so smooth and flawless that even the parts that weren’t so flawless served to make him even more irresistible to him like the piece of lunch meat stuck in between the front wire and his nasty breath.

And he just glided his hand through Heeseung’s mouth making sure all the way to finger every last one of his rubber bands. He could feel his dick dribbling out precum and that’s when he knew he had to stop fucking about.

“Oh fuck!” He moaned out as he very reluctantly took his hand out of Heeseung’s mouth and hurriedly took his belt off and pull down his slacks and boxers down to his lower thighs. “I love you Hee I really do!”

Heeseung had a look on his face that made him look like he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic but that didn’t matter. All that mattered right now was getting Heeseung’s hand on Sunghoon’s cock and Sunghoon’s hand in Heeseung’s mouth.

“Keep your mouth open and finish me off.” He cried. He was this close to cumming. It was an almost Herculean task for him to not orgasm at that very moment but he had to make his most relentless wet dreams from this week come true so it was worth it.

So worth it.

Heeseung grabbed between his legs gingerly. Sunghoon shoved his hand into the boy’s mouth. These two things happened at the same time, possibly in the same moment in what would be a hilariously cliche Kodak moment if Sunghoon wasn’t so far gone.

Again. Again.

“I. Love. You. I. Love. You. I. Love. You,” He chanted as he edged ever closer to his release. He felt like he was flying, like his legs didn’t touch the ground, like he was floating through space. The only thing connecting him to earth was the feeling of Heeseung’s teeth and braces through his fingers.

Coarse. Strong. Like pretty steel and satin.

So good. So hot.

He was going to get everything he’s ever wanted.

But then it all went terribly wrong.

He didn't feel the sharp sting of long fingernails digging deep in him at first, too busy feeling woozy off the anticipation of a good orgasm. What he did feel immediately was Heeseung’s dirty mouth clamping down on his hand and teeth meeting flesh. Then the pain in his dick hit. Joy.

He couldn't comprehend anything but the pain. At some point he ended up on the ground but he couldn't tell you how. He moved into the fetal position and clutched his abused penis like it was the ark of the covenant. It was SO embarrassing. And the worst part was that he could hear everything.

The loud rattling of the door. Heeseung screaming that he needed help. The loud quietness of everything not involving those two sounds. He could hear it all.

He was full of so much anger it was hard to even quantify. How dare he do that? After all the fun they had. Was his consent a lie? To fuck him on this? Was he a lie?

Nothing was coherent at this point. He let the anger wash over him like he was being baptised and tried to make it so the anger in his soul replaced the pain in his body. It kind of worked, if you had a broad definition of the word ‘worked’. Sure his dick still felt like it had been ran through by a fork and his fingers were still smarting and felt so hot but it didn't matter.

Because Heeseung needed to be beaten right now and everything else could wait.

He managed to crawl himself up on the couch and lie there for a few precious moments. He tried to calm down using the breathing exercise techniques all the new age-y yoga YouTube channels he watches most days after he gets home from work and it managed to work long enough for him to feel good enough to stand up.

He threw off his pants because it’s not like he was going to need them and took off his blazer because why not at this point and his Oxfords because he hated having sex with his shoes on and also cause he wanted to. He did this as silently as possible because he wanted to scare Heeseung as much as possible because fuck him that’s why.

He always did want to play at being Jason Voorhees. Pity he didn’t have a hockey mask to complete the look.

He walked silently, making sure to sink his feet deep into the shag carpet to damper his footsteps further. He got closer and closer to Heeseung who is too busy banging on the locked door with his fists and screaming pathetically for help in a scratchy voice to no one. Sunghoon had made sure to splash out on the good insulation and soundproofing measures for situations such as this one and the hyperactive bustle and deafening loudness of over caffeinated seventeen year olds rushed out of their classrooms had made sure to drown out the rest of his yells.

Sunghoon wondered Heeseung knew how to futile it all was. Sunghoon wondered if it would as be as sweet to this gloat this fact to his face as it was to watch from behind.

He didn't have to wonder why the sickeningly crunchy sound of Heeseung’s nose hitting the hinge of the door made him immediately cum into his silk boxers though. He knew that was going to happen.

“FUCK YOU! Let me go, let me go, you rapi-”

THWACK!

Heeseung fell on the coat rack next to the door, getting his right cheek snagged on a unruly hook adding more strawberry red blood to his gorgeous little paint palette face. But still he moved and tried to get up and at this fucking point Sunghoon wanted nothing more than for him be still.

“I’m not a rapist you WORM.” He hissed poisonously as he dragged Heeseung’s hair by the roots and made him crawl. “You’re just a bad boy who needs a big strong father to put you in your place.”

And boy did he ever do that.

Just went to town on his little student.

You think he would have savoured it more. Committed to having every hit every slap every kick etched into his memory to use as jack off material for when he was truly lonely and without a boy. But he didn't. He was too far gone to even properly gone to realise what he was even doing most of the time.

He only retained in his brain the most extreme images of the acts that he inflicted onto Heeseung. The glint of his metal belt buckle as it hit the boy’s back and how his skin tore and split open and bubbled when it did. The shade of dark pink his face turned as Sunghoon occasionally strangled him in five second intervals with the selfsame belt. The way his bruise cut lips spewed out coopery blood and as it was abused by Sunghoon’s pearly white dentures in his idea of a quote on quote ‘kiss’. The hilarious hiccuping half crying sound Heeseung made as he was pushed into the bookcase at the right end of the room and beaten over the head with a Women's Reproductive Health textbook he somehow had in his shelf.

He finally got back to some form of stable reality to the sight on Heeseung bent over on the small coffee table where it all started. His hands were tied behind his back with his own school blazer while Sunghoon’s tie was shoved in his mouth secured with sellotape at the corners of his mouth.

He was staring up at Sunghoon with pleading doe eyes. What a sweet sight for sore eyes he was. Lee Heeseung was the prettiest little nerd boy the world had ever seen. So pretty in fact that the guidance counsellor was very much considering letting him go, or least taking out of his uncomfortable restraints but then he spied a not so pretty sight.

The buckwheat tea.

The symbol of Heeseung’s disrespect towards Sunghoon.

He picked the cup and put a finger in it. Ice cold as expected.

He spent hours trying to make that fucking thing. Practicing and practicing until he learnt how to drain the buckwheat in the exact right way to extract it of all its juices and how to present the tea in the most Instagramable way and the ungrateful little shit didn't even touch it! Sunghoon spent valuable time he should have spent fucking a fleshlight to Nam Doyhon compilation videos on making one of the nastiest tea types ever and Heeseung stuck his nose up like the haughty little bitch he was.

God he felt so bipolar when it came to Lee Heeseung. He wished he either loved or loathed him this whole flip flopping emotions thing hurt Sunghoon deeply.

But now he was on the loathe side and he was going to make the boy wish he had appreciated Sunghoon’s hard work.

“You're an disrespectful little brat Heeseung. How dare you treat me like this?!”

Then he suddenly grabbed his student’s messy dried blood matted hair by the root and slammed his face onto the oak table top hard enough to make him openly dizzy and woozy and even led to a cut forming on his temple and blood dripping out. How Heeseung hadn't passed out yet was beyond him. Maybe he did pass out during Sunghoon’s own fugue state? Who knows?

During Sunghoon’s pondering about whether or not the boy had severe brain damage, Heeseung had somehow managed to wiggle hard enough to untie the blazer wrapped around his wrists. The teacher only noticed this once he heard the sound of ripping sellotape and the slight yelp coming from him.

Immediately his hands grabbed at Heeseung but the boy actually surprised him by pushing at him roughly and trying to beat him with his fists. Sunghoon dodged that and instead flung him to the ground.

Heeseung stared at him with a look of pure indignant rage. Sunghoon wanted to slap that look off his stupid mean face and so he dropped to his knees and did so. He liked hitting the boy but the evil look of his face remained. Drat.

“You’re a piece of shit Park Sunghoon,” He spat out as he tried to wipe of the disgusting muck on his face with a tissue that came out nowhere. “Creep!”

“This wouldn’t be happening to you if you had an ounce of respect,” Sunghoon muttered weakly as he grabbed the pack of baby wipes off the mini fridge and then dropped to his knees next to Heeseung.

Heeseung spat in his face like a stupid mean ungrateful selfish slutty ASSHOLE CUN-

“There! How does it feel, you disgusting-“”

“I was only trying to help-”

“HELP?!” He screamed. He was shaking and trying to hit his teacher and was in general very hysterical. Idiot. “How can literally anything you've done ever could ever be considered HELP you piece of shit?! Are you stupid? You're sick in the fucking head!”

“You’re being hysterical right now. Calm down.” Sunghoon cried as he tried to hold Heeseung in his arms even as the boy tried to squirm out of his grip.

“Oh SURE. I’m totally going to believe the rapist when he tells me to calm down you’re just so comforting, Mr Park,” He said, his ugly words with the most venomous of sarcasm.

How dare he say that word, Sunghoon thought as he unconsciously tightened his hand around some strands of Heeseung’s hair. Say one of the worst words in the history of words just to make him feel bad.

“Oh yes I know you don’t like the word rapist,” Heeseung said like a condescending prick even as his hair was actively being ripped out by an extremely agitated Sunghoon, “However some of us aren't lying liars who lie and I know what you are Mr Park. Maybe if you didn't want to be called a rapist, you should of thought of that before you beat and raped me you RAPIST!”

How dare he turn this around on Sunghoon? How dare the little slut have this level of control over him. He needed to take the power back and he was all out of options so he elbowed Heeseung in the mouth and hoped the ensuing pain shut him up.

It did not.

“Let me go you piece of shit.”

He needed a way to make Lee Heeseung compliant again.

“You know that you can't keep me here forever right?”

Sunghoon did know that. But he didn't want to let him go just yet.

“I have Hagwon class in ten minutes. And my boyfriend will come here if I don't meet him behind the school cause I told him that my last lesson was is in Room 116. Then he'll break in and beat you so bad you wouldn't believe.”

Then he got an idea.

“He’ll make so you'll never teach again and send you to prison for being a RAPIST you MONSTER!” Then Heeseung screamed loudly and animalisticly in a very annoying attempt to scare him. But no matter.

Sunghoon’s gloriously evil idea was going into effect now.

He let the boy go. He immediately bolted to the locked door and tried to open it in the exact same way he tried to open it the last hundred times. How naive of him. And how arrogant he was too, for ever thinking his dumb blustery barely even constituting a threat spiel of nonsense would ever convince Sunghoon to let him go.

After all the only reason he took his hands off Heeseung was so he could look through the pile of his crumpled clothes to find his phone. He did and so and thus his plan could go through.

He went onto the photo section and put on the flash. Then he walked up to Heeseung and took a picture in his face, making sure to aim the flash right in his eyes to disorientate him.

Then, because at this point Sunghoon was truly obsessed with the image of Heeseung being injured by his hand, he punched the boy in the nose so hard his nose immediately started squirting blood out like a wrongly torn ketchup satchel.

The look of pure shook and pain of Heeseung’s face was like an injection of uncut serotonin to the dick in Sunghoon’s eyes. His dick flagged so hard as he dragged Heeseung to the couch that even the hysterical boy noticed and that made him cry even harder like the true pussy he was.

“That’s for making me listen to your bullshit Hesseung.” Sunghoon said spitefully as he buttoned his dress shirt. He had gotten blood on it, darn it. Now he was going to have dry clean it.

“None of this would have happened if you hadn't been such a ungrateful disrespectful rude haughty evil little boy. I hope you understand that you did wrong and are planning on fixing your attitude.”

Heeseung did nothing but glare inefficiently at him though the fact that he had so much gunk on his face it kind of made him look like nightmare boy Jason in the lake turning over the boat in the original Friday the 13th did kind of made him look more intimidating.

“You don’t need to say anything. Quite frankly I don’t need to hear your ugly shrill voice ever again.”

Sunghoon walked up to his mini fridge and picked up the baby wipes pack that was on top of it. He was planning on wiping all the murk off his boy’s face but he had a better idea. He took a bunch of the wipes and stuffing them into Heeseung’s unwilling mouth, strangling the boy in order to keep his mouth open.

Heeseung looked so pretty like that, all trussled up and helpless and scared. Sunghoon wanted to be so evil to him.

To be cruel to his little bitch boy was too intoxicating.

“That was a nice story you told. It's a wonder you're failing Literature with skills like that.”

Heeseung looked away. That wouldn't do.

“Look at me when I'm talking to me,” He shouted into Heeseung’s ear as he sunk his long fingernails into the boy’s neck. He did so and Sunghoon stopped the torture and continued on like it had never happened “Good. Anyway we both know that your little threat was a pack of lies meant to scare me.”

He started groping the boy’s thigh, moving his hand in circular motions. He made his mouth fill up with gloppy saliva and let it spill out onto Heeseung as he whispered into his little dork boy’s ear:

“Do you wanna know how I know that, Lee Heeseung?”

He sneezed and sprayed out green snot. Such a gross nasty boy, Sunghoon thought as his dick chubbed up hard at the sight of it.

Even so this was less of the fearful reverence he was hoping for. But still he moved on. His plan had already been derailed enough by Heeseung not reacting in the way he ought to have had and he wanted to do his whole Super Smart Sherlock Speech already!

“I know that your Jongseong has rugby practice today and he's working extra hard because he has a game against YG Secondary so he wouldn't try to get out for the likes of you. Sure you made plans to cheer him on in the bleachers but he knows you don't really like sports so it's not really surprising that you're not there. And you didn't tell him you were coming here because you TRIED TO ESCAPE YOU DUPLICTIOUS-” The anger overwhelmed him so hard that he bent Heeseung’s fingers back, watching in euphoric glee as tears flooded his eyes and bite down hard on the bundle of wipes in his mouth. “Sorry baby. You did really bring this upon yourself by trying to escape. How do you think this made me feel when you did that?”

He tried to comfort the boy but he turned his head away. “Fine be like that. I’m not done demeaning you yet.” He said sounding remarkably like he was mid temper tantrum. He really was a child wasn’t he?

“And you don't have cram school, stupid. You didn't even apply for it! You just pretended to so your mother wouldn’t notice you sneaking away for hours after school to slobber on Jongseong’s mediocre little penis. For shame Heeseung. For fucking shame.”

Heeseung spat out the bundle of wipes in his mouth and started sputtering on about how Sunghoon should not talk about his mom or maybe it was the talk about him deepthroating that little wormboy Park Jongseong’s two inch wonder that got him into a tizzy, Sunghoon didn’t know and he didn’t care. All he cared about was shutting Heeseung up forever and so he walked up to the kitchen area of his office, picked up one of the sharp knives he had in his cutlery drawer and pricked his middle finger with the tip of it until it drew blood, making sure that Heeseung could see everything.

He sure shut up then, didn’t he?

He moved quickly and in less time it takes to blink, he was straddling the boy, holding the knife up to Heeseung’s throat as the boy shivered and trembled and tried to pretend as if he wasn’t scared shitless.

The teacher was ecstatic about this new turn of events. All Sunghoon ever wanted was to make Heeseung do whatever Sunghoon wanted and while he was never actually going to use the knife it was a real motivator.

Sunghoon wondered at what point in any of this was it too late to go back to his life before Heeseung darkened his doorway. It was probably way before he was holding a truly debased teenager at knifepoint so he could Bond Villian Speech at him and molest him further. Maybe it was when he whipped the boy with a belt or when he made him give him a handjob or hell maybe just the act of accepting Heeseung into his office, Kang Taehyun be damned.

It probably didn’t matter. He was destined for a spot in jail and hell even before Heeseung darkened his door.

“Suck my finger Heeseung and if you bite me again I’ll rip your fucking throat out,” He jammed his finger down the boy’s throat and he immediately got to work slobbing all over it. How great of him. Maybe he was finally learning.

“Good boy.” Sunghoon cooed while patting the boy’s head like he would a pathetic flea riddled one legged dog. “Where was I? Ah yes. And you're not going to tell the police shit. For one, me and you both know that the police don't even care about cute little girls getting raped in alleys so your faggot ass won't even get a look in. And for another...”

Sunghoon monumentally took his middle finger out of Heeseung’s, wiped all the spit off on his very dishevelled dress shirt and picked up his iPhone off the table. He unlocked it (making sure that Heeseung had no way to see the lock code) and strolled through his photos app until he found the video he wanted. Then he shoved the screen into Heeseung’s stupid face.

The reaction was immediate and magnificent to watch. All his thrashing about and baring his teeth antics made Sunghoon drip out precum from his red and stain his already extremely stained underwear. And why would Heeseung do anything but? After all it must be really distressing to see a video of yourself obviously using a Lotte Department Store gift card to line up piles of cocaine so you could snort them while wearing nothing but a My Little Pony bikini and an unzipped frilly denim skirt that was so short it looked more like a belt.

But he was getting dangerously close to being annoying again so Sunghoon pressed the knife to his neck hard enough for tiny droplets of blood to form and told him no uncertain terms to shut the fuck up.

He did.

“Heeseung I'm so disappointed in you. You're a nice smart healthy boy, why are you getting into that junkie lifestyle? Have the multiple school assemblies on the dangers of drugs taught you nothing? Silly boy...”

“Where the fuck did you get that?” The boy spat out. Sunghoon put his knife into a different spot and pressed deep and shoved his still bleeding finger into the boy’s dumb mouth.

“I ask the questions around here, you stupid idiot! I just don’t get you Lee Heeseung. Even the stupidest mutt understands what not to do after he’s been beaten for it enough times but here I am with a knife to your fucking throat and here you are still talking like I care about what you have to say! Why don’t you just shut up and do as I say? Are you that in love with your own stupid voice?”

Heeseung said nothing and tried to turn his head away from the phone screen with the video of his misdeeds still playing. This made Sunghoon angry. At this point Heeseung’s very presence made Sunghoon angry and he needed to fix that because how could he do all of his fantasies with the boy if he made his blood pressure go up. He needed to get a move on.

“No you watch this,” He told a hold of Heeseung’s hair and turned his head back to the screen. “Best part’s coming up, I wouldn't want you to miss it.”

Heeseung turned white and was rendered speechless when he saw ‘the best part’ and, though it wounded him deeply to admit it, that’s when Sunghoon finally knew he had found the in to Heeseung’s cooperation.

He knew what to do now.

On the screen now was Park Jongseong (slimy chaebol fuckboy) snaking his filthy (painfully shirtless) arms around Heeseung’s chest as his special boy snorted a line of the white devil stuff. They were giggling. They looked happy. It was sickening. Even when video Jongseong moved his hands towards video Heeseung’s bikini clad pecs and started playing with them the way infantile creeps in 480p JAV videos play with the breasts of their spaced looking co-star, the only reaction video Heeseung had was to actually kiss him on the forehead as if this entire thing wasn't horribly gross!

It looked so very horribly domestic and Sunghoon wanted to hurl at the sight of it. The only thing keeping the vomit at bay was the fact real life Heeseung looked like he was about to hurl too, though obviously it was for very different reasons. At least now they were both suffering together.

The good only thing about that stupid video was that it was very effective blackmail material and even then it made Sunghoon sad to deploy it. But he had to if there was any chance of him being able to explore his Heeseung’s body in peace.

It was worth it, really it was.

“Your Jongseong comes from a meaningful family doesn't he?”

Heeseung looked as if he had had an entire system overload and was shutting down. It was a sight to see.

“They have restaurants in 33 countries, Google tells me. A fortune in the several billions. Generational wealth going back to the Joseon period. And yet what is their heir doing in the prime years of his life? Having a homosexual affair with a dumb drug taking cross dressing dropout.”

Heeseung looked away but not before Sunghoon caught a great big eyeful of the tears streaming across his dried goo filled face.

“I wonder what would happen if I sent this video to them. The consequences that would fall on his pretty little head. It makes me shiver just thinking about it. And you of course wouldn't be having an easy time but I know that young love dictates that you must care about him more than you care about yourself. How selfless of you.”

Then Heeseung did something very unexpected but most definitely welcome.

He started unbuttoning his shirt.

And that's when Sunghoon came into his boxers. It didn't really feel like much. Maybe he had already cum at some point during this whole affair and he hadn't noticed. Maybe he was going to cum again judging by how fast his dick chubbed up afterwards like he was a teenager all over again. Maybe he ought to just go with the flow.

He waved the knife he somehow still had in his hand in Heeseung’s face. “I’m glad you're cooperating Heeseung. I'll make you feel so good I promise.”

Then he pressed the knife to the boy’s cheek and made sure to draw blood. “I hope I don't have to tell you twice that if you try to bite me or hit me or scratch me or run away again, I'll fucking cut you into pieces and throw you into the Han River and then send every single one of your slutty videos to everyone you've ever known so even in death you’ll be known as a faggot little dumb bitch.”

Then he pressed the knife in further to make that point. Heeseung nodded furiously and cried harder and promised that he wouldn't do anything wrong and unbuttoned his shirt fully so Sunghoon could marvel at his milky skin and the zits and birth marks and spots that littered his young twinky body.

Sunghoon then saw a tiny puddle forming on the couch and dripping down to his expensive ass carpet and got more excited than he had ever been.

“Awwwww. My baby pissed himself. Dirty boy...” He cooed ecstaticly as Heeseung threw his hands over his face and cried harder. “Do you want me to clean you up dork boy?”

Sunghoon rolled off the boy’s lap and wiggled his way out of his sticky stained silk boxers. He giggled wildly as he scruched his underwear in a ball and stuffed it into Heeseung’s crying mouth and watched lustfully as the boy shed even tears and shivered violently and even circled himself in the fetal position in an attempt to make the abuse stop. Futile task right there. How could Sunghoon ever stop tormenting him when the results were such a delight to watch?

Besides he hadn't ‘cleaned’ his little boy yet.

He grabbed the forgotten cup of buckwheat tea that he had made so lovingly so long ago. He annoying tapped the rim of the mug and took a long gulp of the digustingly cold tea.

Sunghoon then dragged Heeseung up by his hair into a sitting position and then spat out the tea right into his eye. Then he held the cup over the boy’s head and he started ranting again, somehow sounding even less coherent than he did the last half dozen times.

“I made this for you Heeseung. Searched and searched for your favourite drink. Searched high and low. And then I found it. Buckwheat tea. I typed it into YouTube so many times. It's etched into my brain now. Look I can spell it! B-U-C-K-W-H-E-A-T-T-E-A. And then I practiced and practiced. Made buckwheat tea every day for a week until I got it exactly right. And it was all for you!”

DRIP! DRIP!

The drink was finally on Heeseung and Sunghoon stared fascinated at the sight of the liquid dripping down his face and chest. It looked so mesmerising, how his skin glistened and his white shirt clinged to his chest like he was in a Men’s Health photoshoot, how even the contempt oozing of him made him look like something out of a wet dream.

But Sunghoon wanted to rid the boy of his prissy fucking attitude so he punched Heeseung for what felt like the 50000th time and threw him onto the ground.

“Crawl you mutt.” He snarled as he dragged the boy by his ear to the fridge? The fridge yeah he’ll go with that. Heeseung immediately dropped to his knees and though it was difficult to maintain his grip on the boy’s ear while he was on the group, Sunghoon managed to do so and they fell into a uncomfortable rhythm.

“You ungrateful swine, you prissy little slut. I broke my back to make this awful tea because you liked it but you didn't even DRINK IT. I hate you!”

Heeseung crawled pathetically on his hands and knees, looking more and more like an abused dog by the second (the kind that got euthanised immediately not the ones who were pretty enough to feature in animal shelter adverts that played regularly in front of Sunghoon’s favourite ever YouTube video ‘NAM DOHYUN BEST MOMENT [ PRODUCE X 101 ]’). He tried to keep up with Sunghoon’s fast pace but thanks to the fatigue that was surely setting in he was moving too slow for Sunghoon’s taste. A kick to his back solved that problem.

They made to the fridge area and Sunghoon made so the position the boy was in would trap Heeseung in the claustrophobic space between the fridge and the table next to the fridge just so the boy wouldn't get ideas. You're less than dirt, Sunghoon thought nastily as he pumped his dick to the sight of Heeseung sobbing hard enough to soak and bite through Sunghoon’s now sodden boxers, You’re worth less than the shit on my show.

“I know you haven't been to church in a while but I'm sure you're familiar with the concept of repentance. Nod if you understand.”

Heeseung nodded as so Sunghoon continued:

“To repent means to acknowledge and apologise for your crimes before you could even be considered to be forgiven. You understand that right?”

Heeseung nodded again, this time staring at the ground which annoyed Sunghoon. He grabbed a hold of the boy’s hair and made him to look up at him.

“In order for you to repent, you need to repeat my words after me. The words will be your crimes and I want to put FEELING into those words. Otherwise you can't be reborn as a good boy. Do you get it?”

Sunghoon then released his hand from the boy’s hair and took the underwear out of his mouth. Heeseung took a loud exaggerated breath when the nausea inducing cloth finally exited his mouth. Then he said the words that moved nations:

“I get it Park Sunghoon-ssi.”

Sunghoon’s grin split his face. His Heeseung was finally beaten down enough to be the boy he thought he was when Sunghoon saw his ‘at risk’ profile. And his braces was very visible. His pretty fucking braces. The thing that drove him down this road.

It was like Christmas and his birthday all at once.

“I love you Heeseung.”

Heeseung didn't react to that but no biggie. That could easily be added to the list of things he needed to repent for.

“Repeat after me. I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for not saying ‘I Love You’ back to Park Sunghoon.”

Heeseung hesitated for a second, his eyes darting from left to right. He looked like he was going to do something he wasn't meant to but all Sunghoon had to do was raise his arm up slightly and Heeseung fell back into his role as Sunghoon’s abused little braceface bitch boy.

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for not saying ‘I Love You’ back to Park Sunghoon.”

It sounded good enough for Sunghoon’s tastes so he continued on with the ‘repentance’.

“Again. I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for not looking Park Sunghoon in the eye when he speaks to me.”

Heeseung made a point to look at Sunghoon unblinkingly with his now dead fish eyes when he parroted those words back to him.

“There! You really are learning aren’t you? Your sins will be forgiven in no time!” Sunghoon said in a voice that made him remember that summer internship at that daycare in Andong all those years ago and the way he used to talk to the student. Ah those days. Back when he was actually going somewhere in life and fucking people his own age. Back when Jaeyun was there to kiss him and wait on him hand and foot and to ride fat dildos to an live-streamed audience of dozens as Sunghoon forced him to choke on his dick until watery vomit came out. Good times.

But it was unwise to reminisce so he stopped doing that. Besides he had Heeseung now. Way better than Jaeyun.

“Say ‘I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for not drinking the amazing buckwheat tea Park Sunghoon made me’ now.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for not drinking the amazing buckwheat tea Park Sunghoon made me.”

And it went on and on and on.

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for acting so disrespectfully.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for bringing such shame to this school by being a crybaby every time I step foot into an exam hall.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for letting that loser Park Jongseong stick his pencil dick up me.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for trying to escape from Park Sunghoon’s office.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for fucking old men for money.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for using the money my mother gave me in order to pay for my sorely needed education to buy overpriced idol albums from stupid groups like StayC, Itzy, Weeekly, Aespa, (G)-Idle, Fromis_9, Loona and IZ*ONE.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for playing with myself while wearing slutty lingerie I brought on Aliexpress.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for fucking myself with the handle of my hairbrush while wearing lingerie I brought from Aliexpress.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for being so dumb.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for not being a useful member of my family and ditching my cousins and lying to my aunt in order to suck Jongseong’s mediocre dick.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for causing my grandma to have a heart attack thanks to God punishing her for my slutty ways.”

“I, Lee Heeseung, am sorry for being such a disappointment that if my junkie father was to rise from the grave tomorrow he’d immediately kill himself again if he had to witness what his son has become.”

That was the line that broke Heeseung as Sunghoon predicted it would be. He couldn’t even make it half way through reciting it before he collapsed into a crying fit, sobbing and wailing and curling up into the fetal position. He looked so ugly. He looked so beautiful.

He was so worked up that not only did he not react badly when Sunghoon fell to his knees and started hugging the boy, he actually hugged Sunghoon back, sobbing into his chest and everything.

God things were going so right.

“Please forgive me, please I repent, I’m so sorry for being wrong, please forgive me God.” Heeseung babbled into Sunghoon’s neck, smearing all the muck on his face onto his teacher’s bare chest as he did so. Not that Sunghoon cared. He called me God, he thought to himself like he was some teenage girl who’s crush just asked for a pencil in science class. I’m his GOD.

“Okay sweetie, I know you want to repent and you do look very sorry.” Sunghoon said patting his head and being all nice and paternal and acting as his dick wasn’t hard and he wasn’t naked and that he didn't know that mentioning his father in those terms would cause Heeseung to break and in fact wanted it to happen. “And you're nearly there baby. But you have to do one more thing.”

He stood up then, still holding Heeseung’s ruined face by the chin so the boy was looking up at him. Then, while making sure to keep his eyes on the boy, Sunghoon opened his fridge one handed and took out a litre of milk.

“Now I know what you're thinking, Heeseung,” Sunghoon said to the boy’s stony face. “What does milk have to your repentance? Well...”

Sunghoon tried to think of a reason that was godly, scientific or at least not about milk equaling semen and the Vibatro music video but he took one look at Heeseung’s dumb adoring desperate face and knew he didn't even have to try that hard to make one of his many fantasies come true. That no matter what he said, he'd be pouring milk on his pretty dork boy princess while Heeseung was sucking him off in no time.

That was the best confidence booster ever. Where was this level of reassurance when Sunghoon was stressing out about his exams for his license?

“For your repentance to fully go through, you need to be baptised with the milk of the innocent. Do you understand?”

Heeseung noted vigorously, which surprised Sunghoon because even he didn't understand the slop of bullshit that spewed from his mouth. What a good boy.

Sunghoon was going to come at any moment. Fuck any explanation. He needed Heeseung’s mouth on his dick right now!

GULP

In a flash, Sunghoon had grabbed the back of the boy’s head and violent pushed him towards his bare precum dripping dick. He expected some resistance to the blowjob, but no Heeseung had opened wide like a whore and his hot wet mouth had enveloped his cock instantly.

It felt like heaven and hell, sugar and spice everything nice. He never wanted it to end.

But the end was coming. Sunghoon was always more of a minute man especially when pretty boys and their cute braces were slobbering all over him. The fact that he hadn’t already blown his load all over Heeseung’s face like a one-man bukakke video showed how much inner strength he had let’s be real.

But it was time.

He unscrewed the cap of the milk bottle. It was way heavier than he realised and he nearly dropped it. Thank god he didn’t.

Milk milk milk milk. Semen semen semen semen. Cock. That was all the words Sunghoon’s poor little brain could come up as he rushed closer and closer to his orgasm, as his vision got spotty, as his breath got laboured.

GAWK! GAWK! GAWK!

He was cumming. It was time.

He poured the milk down directly onto Heeseung’s head. Just seeing the milk spill out onto his best boy’s face like as he was John the Baptist and Lee Heeseung was Jesus himself made Sunghoon cry out of sheer orgasmic joy. It was so embarrassing but who cared? Not Heeseung who was being a good little boy as he did what he was told, sucking on his teacher’s penis with all the enthusiasm of a boy and his favourite hard candy.

Sunghoon could hear the loud choking and wet sounds echoing through his body like a scream in a tunnel. It felt and sounded so out of this world it was hard to handle. It was like he had died and gone to the ninth circle of heaven, which was a circle made just for him where he’d get to stick his five dicks into the asses of nubile pale boys with braces on their fucked up teeth.

Heaven really was a place on earth, wasn’t it?

Then the smell hit him.

“Ewwwwwww! Gross!” Sunghoon squealed like a child when he finally looked down and saw brown chunky vomit covering Heeseung’s mouth and the small pile on the floor next to him. “Couldn’t keep your fucking lunchmeat down huh? Silly boy.”

Then he smelt the milk waifing through the air like napalm in a house fire. And actually took a good hard look at the empty milk bottle in his head. ‘Expires on 09/15’ fuck. He had week old expired milk in his fridge, how could he have not noticed it? And he used that on the buckwheat tea how stupid was he? Aw shucks.

But even so Heeseung looked so pathetic and sad and pitiful that even the sight of nasty puke couldn’t make Sunghoon take his eyes off him.

He vowed to be nicer to his broken doll. After all his baby’s fuckup wasn’t his fault for once. And Sunghoon really wanted Heeseung to give his ass up as easily as he did his mouth and he only did that cause he turned nice.

He ruffled Heeseung’s messed up grimy still bloodstained hair and gave him long gentle caresses. Then he started his little game again.

“But it wasn’t your fault sweetie.” He said while kissing his grimy cut riddled temple. Remember when he slammed Heeseung’s head on the coffee table? That felt so long ago even though it’s only…

“4:40 huh? Wow the time has flown hasn’t it? I don't want to have to keep you any longer it’s just that you haven’t been fully forgiven yet and you wouldn’t want to leave without that happening right? The vibes would totally be off balance. Don't fret though. You only have to do a couple more things for me and I’ll clean you, how does that sound?”

“Good,” Heeseung muttered into Sunghoon’s chest as he snuggled closer. His baby was pretty tired. All the fight had left his body. In fact most of what made Heeseung Heeseung had left, leaving behind only the bare bones moldable husk that Sunghoon preferred of all his boyfriends.

They both stood up and walked to the sink, or rather Sunghoon walked and pulled Heeseung gently by his hand because the boy was so unsteady on his feet. He wobbled about like a newborn lamb trying to walk after coming straight out of its mom’s cunt. How cute.

The sink was full of sponges and washing up liquids and aqueous cream and a six pack of his trusted baby wipes and with those tools at his disposal he got to work removing his violent handiwork off his most priced masterpiece’s face. Scrubing all the spit, blood, vomit, snot, sweat, tears, saliva, phlegm and pus from his breathtaking face until what remained was a still bruised but smoother cleaner more presentable Lee Heeseung.

Then he got to work on the rest of his body. Heeseung actually tried to object when Sunghoon unbuttoned his by now disgusting looking school shirt but one well placed squeeze on his arm made Heeseung retreat back to obedience like a good little dog. Then he took off all the boy’s clothes and washed as best he could all the fly away murk residue and dried piss from his tiny little crane body. Sunghoon didn't jack off over his angel’s naked body which counted as an achievement of some kind he was sure given how fuckable Heeseung looked.

After all of that he looked red but healthy and he stayed on the ground, unconsciously rubbing his ass against the shag carpet and probably getting some painful damn rug burns. Sunghoon was opening drawer after drawer trying to remember where he put the costume when he should have realised that it was under the cum pictures drawer. Silly Sunghoon he was always so clumsy like that. At least this kerfuffle reminded him that he really should show the cum tributes to his boy and so he piled those pictures on those of the brown paper bag and walked over to the boy and put on his excited Disney Dad voice.

“Heeseung don't you want to look at what I got you?”

Heeseung looked less than impressed at the sight of the baby blue silk spilling out of the flimsy ass hell bag. This annoyed Sunghoon deeply.

“Don’t give me that look I spent 250K on this just for you. You’ll li-”

“What are those?” He said in a scratchy quiet voice, pointing at the photos on top, reaching a hand out to them.

“A sign of my affection.” Sunghoon said simply. “Don't interrupt me.”

Somehow Heeseung had managed to grab a hold of a stray polaroid and the moment he saw it, he immediately recoiled and dropped it like a baby. Urgh.

“You know I love you Heeseung. This is what I do when I love someone.” Sunghoon said while picking the poloroid up off the ground. It was his favourite one, the one with the perky nipples and idol girl. How could Heeseung not like this one?

“Where the hell did you get that?” Heeseung whispered as he tried to turn his back on his teacher. A firm foot to the back stopped that plan.

“From Twitter Account @Sieunstoenail.” Heeseung looked resigned and not surprised at the fact that Sunghoon knew his private account. Why not at this point eh? It's not as Sunghoon didn't know everything else about him. “You really shouldn't put your personal information up on the internet Heeseungie. Someone could do something terrible with that.”

Good. Sunghoon preferred him quiet and compliant.

“Now I know you like dressing like a girl and why wouldn't you, you look gorgeous when you dress up in your little skirts and bralettes don't be ashamed.” Sunghoon said sweetly as he pulled the outfit out of the bag slowly and carefully.

“So I brought something for you!” He held out the outfit in his hand. “Doesn't this look gorgeous?”

Heeseung did nothing.

“I don't know why you're not jumping for joy. Look at this! I had an exact replica of Sieun’s (your favourite member!) cheerleader costume from the Stereotype music video made and tailored exactly for you! I thought you were trying to repent Heeseung, not be the ungrateful little bitch you were before!”

He raised his hand and that's when Heeseung snapped out of whatever funk he was in, immediately standing up and bowing and subserviently praising and thanking Sunghoon for his gift while he put on the cropped deliberately two sizes too small blue halter top and his practical a belt matching skirt and let Sunghoon try to pull up the zippers at the back of both of them. He only managed to pull them up three-quarters of the way there but it's not like that was a boner killer for Sunghoon or anything.

He also went on about how Stereotype was the song of the year and so good though Sunghoon tuned most of that out because not even Heeseung’s fuckable nipples that made him look like he had tiny pretty a cups or the way he actually looked like he had a pretty peach ass instead of the flat pancake ass he usually had in the cheerleading outfit could make him give a shit about the delusions of an idol fan.

“I don't think StayC are ever going to top So Bad. ASAP and Stereotype are boring songs that are just there.” Sunghoon said to interrupt Heeseung’s bullshit and also to be mean. Heeseung’s mood deflated and he went back to being the Sunghoon’s approved version of himself, a compliant calm fuckdoll.

“Just for that nonsense, you don't get to wear the panties I brought you. Let it hang all out. It'd teach you to yak on about stuff no one cares about.”

Heeseung stood silently as Sunghoon pulled his short hair into two pigtails with some oversized eighties neon blue scrunchies to complete his little slut cheerleaders look. He looked like the wettest of all wet dreams.

Not even the prettiest girl ever could compare to Lee Heeseung.

“Heeseung pose for me,” Sunghoon said as he grabbed a random armchair with Tayo branded cushions and sat down on it, one hand on his phone the other on a bottle of cheap discounted Chamisul that he took large gulps of. He felt like a mob boss in a movie, being all cool and collected as he made a stripper dance for him in a smoky shady club. He felt for once that he was the boss of his own universe.

“Make sure I can see your braces and your tits.” He ordered as the boy started ‘posing’ though it was less top model and more camgirl hentai whore. That slut. His pretty little slut. They were perfect for each other.

Not enough braces exposure for Sunghoon’s liking though. That needed to change.

Sunghoon started pulling up YouTube on his phone until “StayC girls it's going down” could be heard coming out of the speaker. Heeseung immediately turned white at the sound of it for some reason but still he posed awaiting his teacher's next instructions.

“I want you to dance your little heart out to this song and all the other songs to follow until I feel like telling you to stop. Only then can you truly be forgiven for your sins.”

He turned the song up higher and drank in the sight of an extremely uncomfortable Heeseung twirling and gyrating about in random ways. It'd be almost funny if it didn't want to make his dick explode.

But there was still something missing.

“Heeseungie baby I want you to sing along too. I know you know every line.”

“I'm not a good singer.” He mumbled as he rubbed his hand up and down his chest.

“Like I give a shit. Do it.” Sunghoon said sternly in a tone of voice that suggested consequences if that wasn't the end of the conversation. Heeseung wasn't dumb and so he started singing in a weak wobbly voice that sounded like he was constantly five seconds from crying.

“Don’t look with your tinted glasses on,”

In a psych class he took long ago, they did a whole lesson about some rapist murderer from one of the Americas who's name Sunghoon forgot who used psychology to get into his victims’ head and burrow there. He used to make the victims talk at every turn, often making them say repetitive every day phrases like ‘I love you’ or ‘Merry Christmas’ and so on. It was a three-fold manipulation tactic: first was to make it so the victim couldn't dissociate from the acts and thus couldn't forget it, second was to pervert happy words by associating it with their brutal bus stop rape and the third was to constantly make the victim relive their traumatic assault every time they hear those regular everyday phrases.

And not to openly compare himself to a murdering rapist but Sunghoon could see a lot of similarities in what he was doing with Heeseung. And who says he learned nothing at school.

“I’m a good girl yeah,”

He started masturbating to the sight of his angel boy swaying from side to side and hitting his bare toes on the ground in what was apparently meant to be actually choreography from the real song, not Sunghoon could tell by how badly he was doing it. Whatever he looked cuter doing that.

“If you hold me too hard, it’s suffocating,”

His dick needed to be in Lee Heeseung’s ass right this second. No ifs no buts no nothing.

“Oh baby baby baby,”

He stood up from the chair with a loud embarrassing screech. Who cares. Not Sunghoon surely, who was now making out with Heeseung in a disgusting (even for Sunghoon) manner, all globs of runny spit and snot as Sunghoon kissed Heeseung with a ferocity even Sunghoon didn't know he had. He ran his tongue all over the boy's magnificent braces and savoured the taste of metal and wire and snaking his tacky precum coated hands underneath the crop top so he could twist and play with his cute little nipples in a way that was clearly painful for Heeseung, not that he had any say in this.

Sunghoon pulled away from the kiss so he could pull Heeseung by the nipples (actual tears started forming in the boy’s eyes which made Sunghoon harder like the degenerate he was, go figure) back to the mini-fridge, where a tiny amount of vomit was still there taunting them both. The guidance counsellor pushed his patient to the ground next to it and manoeuvred him into a doggystyle position with his pale spotty ass and winking asshole all the way up and visible.

“I am going to fuck your ass now. Problem is that I don't have lube. I'm sure you can put two and two together.”

Sunghoon punctured that by pulling up his mini skirt and giving him a great big spank on his left cheek that was so forceful he left a big angry palm print on his special boy’s tight derriére.

Judging by the tears in his eyes and the shaking of his head, Heeseung sure did put two and two together and made four.

“Mr Park, Sunghoon, daddy please, don't make me touch that and-”

“And what? Make you stick your dirty puke up your ass so you could have a nicer slide and less tears?” He said as he held his curved dick in his hand and used it to toy with the boy’s asscrack, sliding it up and down his hole as a not so subtle threat.

“Fine be like that. Guess you like it the old fashioned way.” That's when he tried to push in dry but he didn't get too far before both his dick and Heeseung were screaming in pain.

“I’LL DO IT I’LL DO IT PLEASE DADDY NOT THAT PLEASE!” He screamed out, shoving his hand in the vomit as a show that he was really going to do it promise. Sunghoon didn't know when Heeseung decided to stop calling him daddy but his dick welcomed it so it was all fine with him. Plus he could always exploit Heeseung’s latent daddy issues later. When he had all his supplies maybe.

“Good boy.” He said lovingly as he spanked the other cheek with the same level of ferocity he did the first one. He then grabbed his throat and said in the same tone of voice “If you get vomit on any part of your costume, I’ll fuck you wide open with my broken soju bottle and take you to the tent city where all the bums live and let them make you into their fucking urinal, do you understand me?” Heeseung nodded fearfully and Sunghoon let him go.

The boy took a dollop of the brown puke and, clearly not seeing the point in delaying the inevitable, shoved his fingers right into his hole. It was obviously still painful for him judging by the groans of pain but he must have seen it as a lesser evil, given that he went back for more and more and more until all that remained of the vomit pile was a nasty dry stain that was going to need a shitload of Febreze and detergent to get out.

Sunghoon was stroking his dick the whole time, making sure to coat his dick in his spit and precum because there was no way he was getting more chunky vomit on his cock than he absolutely had to. After all it wasn't his punishment.

“My Heeseung, always good at doing what he’s told, isn't he?” He murmured as his fingers went into his angel boy’s mouth. Heeseung’s braces will never lose its lustre to Sunghoon, would never be anything less than a pure shot of blood to his cock. Just rooting around in his metal mouth made the teacher want to squirt.
But he had to do something first.

“Spread your hole, sweetie. Shake your ass. Twerk even. Show daddy the goods.”

Wow he sounded so cliche there. Not even the dudes in porn said shit like that anymore.

But still Heeseung did it. He looked so hot. Even with the vomit. So pink and juicy. So hot. So fine. So FHJCHDDHOKFSFJIVJOH!

That was the sound Sunghoon made as he shoved his way into Heeseung’s hole. Yep just like that. He couldn't wait any longer.

That was maybe a bad idea. But maybe it was the best idea?

On the bad idea side, Heeseung was in enormous amounts of pain. He was screaming like he was being murdered, blood was just gushing out of his hole and every time Sunghoon thrusted, the ensuing pain led to the boy biting his fingers by accident and not even several slaps to Heessung’s face and butt could stop that from happening again and again. The vomit might have been better than nothing when it came to lube but it was still closer to nothing than was advised and that just sucked.
But on the best idea side, god was Lee Heeseung the tightest piece of ass that Sunghoon had ever sampled at the buffet. It felt like he was sticking his dick inside a slowly melting butter block. Heeseung was so smooth and velvety and hot and amazing and honestly the blood made it better and he wasn't about to pretend otherwise!
He came in no time flat and pulled out almost immediately after he had shoved enough jizz into the boy’s hole for his liking, which was a blessing for the both of them really. Sunghoon got to nut into a warm reciprocal, Heeseung got to not have his guts torn open for more time than was necessary. Win-win huh?

Well not really a win for Heeseung, who was crawling on his hands and knees and weeping in pain. Sunghoon tried to grab a hold of him but he wiggled out his teacher’s grasp and managed to get to the black couch where he lied down there and tried to make himself as small as possible.
Sunghoon silently walked towards him, holding his half full soju bottle in one hand and a pack of ice in the other.

“Let me go,” Heeseung croaked out when he saw Sunghoon. “You’ve gotten what you've wanted, why can't you let me go?”

That was a question. What did Sunghoon need Heeseung for anymore? He didn't want to come again, he didn't want to talk to him, why shouldn't he just let him go?

Okay okay, fuck it! He was going to let Heeseung. He just needed to fix him up enough, threaten him with all the incriminating videos and make sure he came back next week. What could possibly go wrong?

Sunghoon walked over to the couch and put the hand with the ice pack right in between his legs. The only reason he didn't make to Heeseung’s asshole was because the little twerp pushed his legs together and trapped Sunghoon’s arms between him and the armrest.

Bitch.

“I was going to tell that you had been fully forgiven. I was going to try and help you not hurt anymore you idiot.” Sunghoon spat out before hitting the boy’s bare stomach with his fist and watching blissfully as Heeseung groaned out in pain.

Heeseung opened his legs accidentally and that's when Sunghoon shoved the ice pack against his asshole. The boy hissed and shivered but the longer it was pressed up towards him the more he seemed to, ironically enough, melt and before long, he was arching himself towards the ice pack and trying to take it from Sunghoon’s hands. No dice though.

It was while Heeseung was canting his hips towards the ice pack like a true whore that Sunghoon made his move. He took his pinky finger off the ice pack and instead let it move up and up until it reached the boy’s entrance.

“Don't tense up,” Sunghoon said as Heeseung did so. “I just want a taste.”
“I just want to go home Mr Park.”
“Stop being annoying and I'll let you.” Sunghoon said huffingly. God Heeseung was so annoying. ‘Oh I wanna go home sob sob’ what a crybaby.

“Like I don't even want to finger you. I just want to taste my cum out of you gosh.” He whined as Heeseung took a gulp of the soju bottle Sunghoon left on the table.

“And I'm not going to fucking rim you. Who do you think I am, a farmer? I just want to see your fucking hole spit out my cum is that so much to ask?!”

Sunghoon was actually genuinely angry now and he didn't even know the reason why he was so pissed. Boredom maybe? Tiredness perhaps? Lack of Snickers in his diet? All of those were possibilities.

He tried to think of the nastiest thing imaginable, just so Heeseung would look at him fully and not wander off into space as Sunghoon wasn't there. “You know, sometimes I really do wish you were a girl so I could pump you full of my kids and fuck your breastmilk spilling nipples as you push another kid out of your cunt.”

Heeseung gave the dirtiest look the world had ever seen. “You're such a disgusting piece of shit Mr Park.”

He was going to make some witty retort that would probably be very entertaining to hear but then he saw the white spot on the cheerleader outfit (that again he spent 250k on let's not forget) and that's when he lost it for real.

“FUCK YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WORM HOW DARE YOU SPILL SEMEN ON THE OUTFIT I BROUGHT YOU FOR 250,000 WON YOU-”

“Maybe you should have worn a condom then-”

“SHUT UP YOU WHORE!” Sunghoon screamed as he suddenly pulled Heeseung’s hair and dragged him off the couch and towards the door. Heeseung shrieked and screeched but Sunghoon got him to stop with a kick to his back.

“I hate you! You monster! I tell them everything I don't care about the fucking videos! I make everyone know exactly who you are!”

“Shut up.” Sunghoon said simply and without looking at him. He took the keys from out of the book he had been hiding it and unlocked the office door. Then, just because Heeseung had annoyed him so badly, Sunghoon pulled him up and then threw him down onto the hard floor outside of the door, smirking at the sound of Heeseung’s head knocking against the linoleum.

Then Sunghoon ran to Heeseung’s discarded school uniform and smart shoes behind him, gathering it in his hands and tossed it onto the boy’s twitching body. Wouldn't want to keep his piss coated clothes or anything.

“You’re out now,” Sunghoon said in a tone of voice that even he thought was petulant and lame. “Now run little fairy. Fuck off.”

Heeseung pulled himself off the floor and touched his now reopened bleeding cut on his temple in a confused manner. He stared up at Sunghoon with pure hatred in his eyes. Prissy little nerd bitch. Sunghoon hated him and hated that he loved him.

“Oh and Heeseung?”

Sunghoon had reopened his phone and was now playing a video, one of him and Jongseong (cunt) kissing in the abandoned playground where Sunghoon learnt of Lee Heeseung’s true nature. Tears sprung to the boy’s eyes and he sobbed in his destroyed shirt.

“You're very cute when you say stuff like ‘I don't care about the video, you don't scare me.’” Sunghoon’s voice got squeaker as he fed off Heeseung’s pure despair. “But we both know you do. Tell Jongseong that I know where he lives.”

Then Sunghoon turned his back on his pretty little crying brace-faced slut boy and moved to close the door.

He knew what the last word on this whole thing would be:

“See you next Wednesday Heeseungie.”