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The room was loud, filled with the usual chaos that all eight of them being in the same room brought. Sometimes, Jisung even contributed to the loudness, but not today.
Not when he had his dom's full attention, which rarely happened. Especially when Seungmin and Hyunjin were around.
Jisung melted against Chan's warm, broad chest, his arms and legs wrapped around him like a needy koala. He was already in that sleepy, floaty, dream-like space that he so easily fell into when Chan held him like this.
The younger tucked his face into the space between his dom's ear and shoulder, mouthing sweetly at the flesh there.
A soft rumble of a laugh reverberated through Chan. “Is my baby getting subby?” Jisung nodded, kissing the older’s neck. It wasn't unusual for him to go nonverbal when he got like this, boneless and melted into a pile of human goo. “Alright, you can sleep. No biting, though. Got it?”
Jisung nodded groggily. He knew sometimes he nipped at Chan when he floated away, an unconscious grounding behavior.
“Words, baby. Use them, then you can go under,” Chan instructed.
“Yes, sir. No biting, I promise.”
Then he let go, semi-aware of the happenings around him, but like he was submerged in warm honey. He could stay like this for hours.
Chan was soft on him, everybody knew it. They even teased the pair from time to time about how Jisung never got punished.
The thing was, though, Jisung didn't need to be punished. He may have whined a bit more than he should have, but that was it. One stern look or warning touch, and he melted into submission. He liked it that way.
He was Chan's perfect submissive, his sweet boy. He never understood why the other subs enjoyed being naughty sometimes. He was content to be pampered just like this.
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The next time the group all got together, he asked his fellow subs. Well, the two that were available, anyway. Felix could rarely be found apart from Minho, who maybe even spoiled him more than Chan did Jisung. Jisung knew if he looked over into the next room, he'd see Felix kneeling in front of Minho, his cheek resting on the older’s plush thigh while his dom stroked his hair.
“You don't get it, Sung,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. They spoke quietly so their doms wouldn't catch wind. “It's the thrill of it all. Being naughty and being put in my place is fun.”
Jisung did not understand. Not one bit.
“Have you seen how hot Changbin is when he punishes me?” Seungmin added. “The way he rolls up his sleeves and cocks his head. God, I'm getting worked up just thinking about it.”
“Yes! And how they handle you when you're being punished is so sexy, Sung. You should see Jeongin when he gets mad. I could cum on the spot when he takes off his belt,” Hyunjin said, a visible shiver of delight coursing through his being.
Seungmin and Hyunjin shared a knowing look between one another. “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Seungmin said with a smirk.
“Most definitely,” Hyunjin agreed. The pair rose from their spot in the kitchen, where their doms had instructed them to relax for a bit.
Jisung sat alone, considering their words for a moment. Then, he rose, walking into the room to kneel by Chan.
The two had been in this arrangement for quite some time now, and it worked well for them. Chan helped Jisung remain punctual, tidy, and organized. He really improved Jisung's life, and he seemed happy to do so. In return, Jisung was always good for him, sugary sweet, halting under his touch.
It had always been like that with them. He didn't need anything to change…right?
Chan placed a warm hand on Jisung’s back, rubbing it soothingly. In turn, he leaned his head on Chan's muscular thigh. Just like always. He watched as Hyunjin started his and Seungmin’s little game. He began to whine that he was bored and demanded to be entertained.
Seungmin had already started the process of testing Changbin’s patience, poking and prodding at him. Then, he and Hyunjin collaborated.
“Shut up, Hyunjin. No one cares that you're bored,” Seungmin sang, mischievousness practically seeping out of him.
“Fuck off!” Hyunjin retaliated, sitting up to glare at him. Changbin and Jeongin both sighed in unison. Jisung almost felt bad for them. More than anything, he was curious, though.
The duo slung insults back and forth, ignoring their dom's warnings. Then, suddenly, the air in the room changed. Seungmin was already firmly wrapped in Changbin’s arms, his thin arms held behind his back and his slender throat between Changbin’s thumb and forefinger. Even though it was futile, Seungmin fought his dom's hold.
“Keep that up and see what happens,” Changbin warned.
Jisung's wide eyes traveled over Changbin, taking in his bulging muscles and how thoroughly trapped Seungmin was. He imagined Chan doing that same thing to him, and to his surprise, a small feeling of excitement washed over him.
He moved his gaze to Jeongin and Hyunjin. The young dom had just removed his belt and pulled Hyunjin over his lap. Jisung watched as pretty red welts appeared over Hyunjin's skin with each strike, reminders of his dom's touch that would last for days–if not weeks.
Jisung felt a strange bit of longing unfurl in his chest. How would it feel to be handled like that? To have little reminders he could feel and see.
The desire didn't fully solidify until Changbin asked for Chan's help with Seungmin. Even though they all had their own unique dynamics, they all saw their group as a bit of a polycule. If needed, any of the doms could step in to care for any of the subs, and occasionally, the doms even subbed for one another.
“Channie, can you hold him in place while I secure his gag? Changbin asked. Little mutt is feeling feisty today apparently.”
Jisung whined as Chan's touch left him. Usually, he would pout and turn away when Chan had to leave him, curling into a sad little ball. However, this time he watched.
He traced each of his dom's muscles as they flexed beneath his shirt, admiring the way he was so calm when holding Seungmin in place. Desire began to make its home inside of Jisung. He realized, for the first time, that he wanted that.
He wanted to try being a brat.
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Jisung went back and forth for a few days, debating with himself. Could Chan even handle him if he acted up? He was such a soft dom, always so sweet and gentle. Even with the other subs, he never raised his voice or struck them if he didn't have to, leaving that to their primary doms. He had never hit Jisung as a punishment, only a light maintenance spanking to ground him or a harsher spanking during a scene. That was different, though.
He decided he would test the waters a little bit, see what happened when he acted out. If he thought Chan couldn't handle it, he'd stop immediately. He couldn't deny the curiosity that had been gnawing at him any longer.
He started small, something he knew Chan would notice, but wouldn't be too earth-shattering. When he arrived home that day, he didn't put his shoes away, leaving them in the middle of the welcome mat. Chan would arrive home shortly after.
Anticipation and thrill surged through him as he waited. He'd also decided to skip his usual routine of kneeling by the front door, knowing Chan would be home within minutes after him. It wasn't a command, but more of a routine they'd both come to anticipate. Instead, Jisung sprawled out on the couch lazily.
The last bit of his plan was to get into the more sugary snacks that Chan kept control of, the ones that made his mind race and his stomach hurt. He grabbed a few, shoving them into his mouth and pointedly leaving the wrappers on the couch beside him.
His heart picked up pace when he heard the telltale sound of Chan typing in the code to their shared apartment. He did his best to appear nonchalant, probably failing spectacularly.
“Sungie, baby, I'm home,” Chan called in his usual, sweet greeting. Jisung remained silent, waiting. A small ‘hm’ came from the doorway as Chan undoubtedly paused to put Jisung's shoes away. “Baby, where are you?”
Jisung hummed in response, leading Chan into their living room. His eyes widened slightly when he took in the sight, moving from Jisung’s face to his slumped posture, and then to the wrappers.
“Are you alright, Jisung?” Chan asked, his eyes full of genuine concern, to find his sub so out of routine. “Do you feel ill?”
“I'm fine,” Jisung said, maybe a little snappy.
Chan's eyebrow rose.
“Didn't feel like waiting for me before getting your snacks today? You know that isn't allowed, baby. I'm going to have to take them away for a few days until you remember self-control.”
Jisung sighed. Was this it? All he could get out of Chan was concern and snack restrictions? Maybe he needed to try harder. Take a few notes out of Seungmin and Hyunjin's books.
“I don't care about the snacks, Chan,” Jisung grumbled.
Another eyebrow raise. Jisung never called Chan anything other than ‘sir’ or the occasional ‘hyung’.
“Do you need to go down for a little bit, baby?” Chan asked, knowing that going into subspace was often grounding and comforting for him. Today, though, he didn't want to be comforted.
Chan had already moved to scoop him into his arms when Jisung kicked at him, swatting his hands away. Chan tutted, clearly confused and not impressed.
“Han Jisung, what has gotten into you, hm? What happened to my sweet subby boy?”
Jisung almost cracked right then and there. Almost. On any normal day he would have.
When he was met with nothing but an indignant huff, Chan continued on. His voice was calm, soothing still. “Do we need to have a discussion, Jisung?” What's going on?”
“I don't need to talk to you about anything!” Jisung said, his voice raising slightly. That was unheard of in their dynamic.
Chan's eyes widened. He reached for Jisung again, more firmly this time. “Jisung, sit up. We need to talk.”
At the feeling of Chan's hands on him, he began to flail, resisting the assistance. Then, suddenly, he was still. Not by his own choice, but because he was being held still.
Chan had twisted Jisung's arms behind his back, pressing him down into the sofa gently. The older had straddled his thighs as well, effectively rendering him still.
A small sound escaped him as the air was pushed from his lungs, whiny and pathetic. “What has gotten into you, Jisung? You know better than this. If something is wrong, good boys use their words. Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?”
Jisung shook his head ‘no’. He was firmly trapped by the weight of Chan, and he couldn't fight even if he wanted to.
“If we can't communicate, then I'm not comfortable domming you tonight, Ji. If you don't want to talk, that's fine. I'll give you some space by going over to Changbin and Seungmin’s place.”
With those words, Chan's weight began to lift off of him, which meant he was going to leave. Jisung felt panic surging inside of him. He turned onto his back, reaching out to catch the older’s sleeve in between his fingers. He looked up at Chan, pleading. No scheme was worth being without Chan.
The older softened as he took in Jisung’s panicked expression. “Baby, I don't want to leave you, either. But you know how important communication is. Please, tell me what's got you acting this way.”
“Hyung,” Jisung whined, attempting to cover his face with his hands. Chan caught them, holding them in his own. He sat down beside Jisung on the couch, watching him intently. Now that he had to face Chan like this, it was too much. “It's embarrassing to say.”
“Jisung, communication isn't embarrassing. The way you have been acting is embarrassing. You can tell me anything, okay?” Chan assured him, just as sweet as always.
“I–I want to try a new dynamic. Just–just to see if I like it,” Jisung squeaked out. “If that's okay.”
Understanding bloomed over Chan's face, a small, knowing smile on his lips. “I suppose you want to try being a brat then, hm? If your behavior tonight tells me anything.”
“Yeah,” Jisung admitted quietly. “But…if it's too much for you, it's okay. You're always so soft and sweet to me so I'm worried you won't be able to do it.”
Chan raised an eyebrow at him, nodding sagely. “I see. And all your limits and hard nos are the same?”
“Of course, hyung. I'd tell you if one of my limitations changed.” Jisung nodded. He'd always had incredibly wide and loose boundaries. They'd never had reason to test them before, though, since Jisung was always so well behaved.
Chan smiled, reaching out a hand to stroke over the curve of his cheek. “Very good. And how do you get me to stop if something is too much?”
Jisung had to resist the urge to melt under the soft touch, blinking slowly up at Chan. He focused himself, forcing the words to come out of his mouth. “If I say stop, you will stop. Any other word or form of ‘no’ means you keep going.”
“Perfect,” Chan cooed. He took Jisung's chin between his fingers, tracing his thumb over the younger’s plump bottom lip. “And if you can't speak?”
“I tap you wherever I can reach three times. If I can't move or speak, I blink three times quickly.”
“Good,” Chan praised. He tapped Jisung on the cheek before standing to his feet and walking over to the kitchen to make a drink.
Jisung watched him as he went, anticipation spreading through him. He had no idea what to expect, and it was thrilling.
However, after Chan made his drink, all he did was turn to face Jisung, leaning against the counter and sipping his drink. His eyes remained trained on Jisung, making the younger squirm.
“I knew it was a bad idea. You're too soft,” Jisung said, trying his luck. Maybe the ball was in his court, and he needed to make something happen. “I'll just ask Changbin, he'll be able to handle it.”
Chan took another long drink before setting it down on the counter with a clink. “If that's your choice, I won't stop you. But we both know that's not what you want, baby.”
He walked slowly over to Jisung until he stood over him. “You want your dom to put you in your place. Not just anybody. Now, I'm going to use the restroom. By the time I get back, I expect you to have cleaned up your mess and positioned yourself by the door in a kneeling position. Then you'll greet me properly, like you failed to earlier.”
Jisung bit his lip, watching as Chan moved out of sight and to the bathroom. Now, he had a choice. He could be the perfect, good boy he always was. Or, he could disobey. See how serious Chan really was. A shiver of anticipation shot down his spine.
The thrill of being a brat was addictive already. He shook with it, his limbs trembling slightly with each moment that passed. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears when Chan returned after washing his hands.
Chan's expression was calm but calculated. He approached Jisung, the younger’s eyes staring up at him curiously.
The older’s hand tangled in his hair, yanking it harshly, making him look downwards. “Don't look at me, brat. You don't deserve to look your dom in the eyes.”
Jisung whimpered, the pain surprising him, but the excitement overtook any discomfort he felt. He trusted Chan completely, and he knew how to make it stop if he wished.
“Get up,” Chan commanded, pulling upwards on Jisung’s hair. “Don't make me repeat myself.”
Jisung hesitated for a moment before a sharper yank made him scramble to his feet. He stood before Chan, his eyes cast downwards.
“Strip.”
Jisung's breath hitched, the tone of Chan's voice setting his nerves wild. He slowly lifted his shirt over his head, setting it aside. He then moved to his pants and boxers, peeling them away.
Chan clicked his tongue. “I shouldn't be surprised that a brat like you is also a slob. Fold the clothing and then come stand by the couch,” Chan said, his voice mean.
It was strange, the power that he held. The push and pull of this new dynamic was tantalizing. He slowly knelt to the ground, folding the clothes neatly. He then stood and walked over to stand beside the couch, eyes still cast downward.
“Stand still while I get everything ready,” Chan instructed. “Shoulders back, hands clasped.”
Jisung assumed the position, but he couldn't resist the urge to peek over his shoulder to see what was going on. He was curious what Chan had in store for him. Chan met his eyes, and a firm “eyes down” was all he responded with. Thrill tangled through Jisung as he quickly turned away from the older.
When Chan returned, it was with a bottle of lube and a small plug. Then, Chan sat on the sofa and patted his legs. “Over my lap.”
Jisung obeyed, sprawling himself carefully over the older’s lap. He felt himself flushing as his cock pressed against Chan's thigh, pinned between his body and the fabric of the olders's pants. It was a familiar position, the same as when he had his maintenance spankings. This time, though, the air was charged with something new.
“If you want to act like a brat, then I'll treat you like a brat,” Chan said, punctuating his words with a harsh slap to Jisung's ass.
He expected to feel more hits, but instead, he was met with the sound of Chan uncapping the lube. Then, two cold fingers prodded against his rim, pressing in without the gentle preamble that Jisung was used to. He hissed at the sensation, Chan's fingers already pushed to the hilt. It burned slightly, the motion meant for prep, not pleasure.
Then, without wasting any time, Chan pressed the plug into his hole, the fit snug. It stung briefly, but it passed quickly.
The dom then slapped his ass, the plug nestling deeper, making Jisung yelp.
“Sit up,” Chan instructed, a sharp pinch on his ass motivating him to move quickly. Jisung scrambled up, going easily as Chan pulled him into his lap. “Hold still and put your arms behind you. Rest them on my knees.”
Jisung did so.
“We need to work on your self-restraint, clearly,” Chan said. “If you move your arms to touch yourself at all you will not cum tonight. Not even once. Do you understand?”
“I understand, sir,” Jisung said, quiet and respectful. Even if he didn’t use it often, Chan had trained him properly. He knew how to be good.
“Ah, so you can be good,” Chan said, not kindly. Jisung kept his eyes cast downwards, still. The older uncapped the lube again, drizzling a small amount directly onto the younger’s cock, which had started to stir to life. Jisung flinched at the sensation of the cold liquid trailing down his flushed cock.
Chan slowly stroked him to full hardness, the slick sound of lube and Jisung's breathing the only noise in the room. It felt amazing, Chan stroking him in exactly the way he liked–just like always.
He did his best to keep himself upright through the waves of pleasure, keeping himself in the position his dom wanted him. So far, his punishment seemed more like a reward.
The older continued stroking Jisung, slow and sensual, taking his time. He brought Jisung right to the edge, pleasure coiling tightly in his gut. A small moan left his lips, his abdomen tensing as he prepared for his orgasm to hit.
Then–nothing. Chan removed his hand just as Jisung was about to cum, leaving his cock twitching and straining desperately between them. Jisung uttered a pitiful-sounding cry as his orgasm faded away. It took everything in him not to attempt to touch himself–to finish the job.
After a few moments, Chan's hand resumed his slow, torturous movement up and down Jisung's aching length. Jisung breathed a sigh of relief, his dom finally giving him some relief.
However, the relief didn't last. Just as Jisung was about to release, the pressure building even stronger this time, Chan stilled his hand.
A desperate, upset whine left Jisung. “Sir…”
Chan pinched the flesh of Jisung’s outer thigh with his free hand in reprimand. “You'll take what you're given. You're lucky your dom is touching you at all.”
Jisung whimpered but didn't fight it. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” He knew he was trying to be a brat, but more than anything right now, he just wanted Chan to keep touching him. He would do just about anything in this moment to get relief.
In reward, Chan resumed his hand's movement. Jisung had hoped that he'd be allowed to cum like this. When he was good, Chan would stroke his cock so sweetly like this and he'd let him cum whenever he wanted. Things were different, it seemed, when he chose not to obey.
Again and again, Chan brought him to the precipice of bliss, only to deny him at the critical moment. He kept him teetering on the edge with his maddening touch.
Jisung registered that tears were forming in his eyes, a few rolling down his cheeks as he blinked desperately at Chan.
“Aw, is my poor little baby getting overwhelmed? Is it too much?” Chan cooed meanly. “Should I let you cum, then?”
“Please, sir. Please!” Jisung cried.
Chan didn't respond, just started stroking Jisung in that same slow pace, making Jisung tremble with want. This was finally it. Chan had deemed that he'd had enough, and he would let Jisung cum. He had to.
Another moan slipped from Jisung as Chan flicked his wrist in just the right way. He rose closer and closer to his climax, his entire body shaking in anticipation. He felt it building, Chan bringing him just to the edge without stopping. This was it! His body shook as he prepared to cum harder than he ever had in his life.
Then, Chan gripped the base of his cock tightly, cutting off his orgasm and forcing an agonized cry from Jisung. Actual tears started to stream down the younger’s face now, his desperation and overwhelm finally getting the best of him.
His hands twitched where they leaned against Chan's knees behind him. He so desperately wanted to take matters into his own hands and finish the job. Chan was being so mean. But surely if he just stayed well-behaved a few moments longer, he would finally let Jisung cum…right?
Wrong.
Chan patted the younger’s thigh in a silent signal to stand up. Jisung did so, his legs wobbling and his heart sinking in his chest. Chan had never edged him and then denied him like this. Jisung sniffled quietly, waiting for Chan to give him further directions.
“I think we'd better get this place tidied up,” Chan said, rising to his feet. Jisung blinked in confusion. Well, that certainly wasn't what he'd expected to happen next. “Why don't you go get the clean laundry from the dryer and fold it for me?”
“But sir–,” Jisung started to complain, but was rendered silent by the stern, warning expression Chan leveled him with. “Yes, sir.”
Jisung walked quickly to the laundry closet, retrieved the basket of clean laundry, and returned to the living room. It was a little uncomfortable, his cock still erect and the plug nudging deep inside of him. He did his best to ignore it.
Chan sat, phone in hand, not paying a bit of attention to Jisung. He didn’t even look up as he spoke his next instructions.
“You are to do chores for the next thirty minutes. Stand at the table and fold them all. Then do the dishes. If you need more tasks, I'll provide them to you. No touching yourself and no cumming, or your time starts over.”
“Yes, sir.” Jisung couldn't imagine why the last two rules would be needed. He resisted the urge to pout as he set to work folding the laundry the way Chan had taught him he liked. Soon, the task became mindless. He worked through the first few minutes in silence, zoning out slightly.
His cock, finally, mercifully, started to deflate, and his thoughts began to wander as time went on. He almost forgot the frustration of not being allowed to cum. Almost. It seemed Chan wasn't feeling merciful today, though. Jisung never should have doubted him.
Jisung yelped as the plug inside him started to vibrate suddenly and intensely. It nudged against his prostate maddeningly, making his knees buckle. He dropped the towel he'd been folding, gripping the table for support.
“Keep working, Jisung,” Chan said, his voice completely uninterested. He didn’t even spare the younger a glance.
Jisung resisted the urge to pout or make a sound of upset as he returned to his task. He bent over to retrieve the towel he'd dropped, the plug nudging his prostate just right and causing him to make a sound between a yelp and a moan. Chan still didn't look up.
It was humiliating and infuriating at the same time, to be ignored and toyed with like this. Yet his thrill intensified with each passing minute. The push and pull of this dynamic was new and exciting, and he intended to enjoy his time thoroughly.
Jisung finished up the laundry, doing his best to appear unbothered as the plug’s vibrations rose and fell in intensity, making him want to squirm out of his skin. Any other day, he'd beg his dom for mercy, to allow him to cum. He'd promise to be good. Today was different, though.
He returned the basket of folded laundry to their bedroom before returning to the living room. Chan motioned him over with a silent gesture, and Jisung went easily. The plug turned off as he approached.
The older stroked down his side and over the swell of his ass, patting lightly. It was nonverbal praise and a chance to check in, make sure everything was okay. Jisung filled with warmth at the gesture, which lasted only a few moments before Chan's hand returned to his phone. “Go on and finish your chores.”
Jisung turned to make his way to the kitchen, nearly crumbling to the floor when the vibrator buzzed back to life on full blast. He cried out, taking a moment to steady himself. “Fuck!”
The younger froze as soon as the word had slipped from his mouth. He'd just slipped up. Chan didn't like for him to curse on a normal day. This was uncharted territory. He waited to see what the dom's response would be.
“What was that, Jisungie?”
Jisung couldn't read his tone. He turned around sweetly, blinking innocently at Chan. “N-nothing, Sir.” Maybe he hadn't heard him. Jisung hoped that was the case as he committed to his lie. The plug quieted down to a low rumble.
Chan's eyes narrowed slightly. “You're sure you didn't say something, baby?”
“Uh uh, nothing Sir,” Jisung confirmed, his eyes casting downward and to the side. His heart fluttered nervously, he'd never lied to his dom before.
“Hm, that's funny because I could have sworn that I heard you say a bad word. Last chance, Jisung. Tell the truth.”
Jisung swallowed a lump in his throat, his nerves skyrocketing. He felt excited, he and Chan both knew the truth. He knew he would be getting punished either way, and if he told the truth now, he would likely get a lesser punishment. However…the same itch he'd felt all day persisted.
“I didn't, Sir. Promise.”
Chan clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Jisungie, I thought you knew better than to lie to me. Come here please.”
Jisung shivered as white-hot shame mixed with the thrill of being bad washed over him. He shook his head ‘no’, taking a step backwards. He was about to make another very bad decision.
“No?” Chan questioned, his eyebrow raised. He was not amused, clearly. “You won't like it if I have to stand up, Jisung. I suggest you think hard about your next decision. Now, come here, please.” His tone left no doubt that the ‘please’ was not offered out of pleasantry.
It felt like adrenaline was coursing through his veins as he shook his head once more, solidifying his fate. His heart pounded as he watched his dom's reaction carefully.
Chan stood silently, flicking the vibrator to full blast before tossing his phone aside. He rolled up his sleeves, the muscles of his forearms tensing as he did. Jisung swallowed down the moan that threatened to escape from the stimulation and the sight.
Seungmin and Hyunjin were right. This is fun.
Just as Chan took a step forward, Jisung bolted. He knew he couldn't get far in his state, but he could prolong the inevitable. Jisung made for the kitchen, which had an island in it that he hoped to utilize to avoid the man. Each hurried movement nudged the plug deeper, making him shake with each step.
Chan moved quickly, already hot on his trail, his expression neutral, which was somehow scarier than if he looked angry. Jisung successfully looped his dom around the island exactly one time before Chan faked him out, his strong fingers wrapping around Jisung’s wrist firmly.
“Sorry, Sir, sorry. I'm sorry!” Jisung whimpered as Chan pulled him closer. A startled yelp ripped out of him as his dom lifted him easily, laying him over the cool countertop. He hissed as his flushed skin pressed against it, his aching cock trapped against the wooden corner painfully.
“The time for ‘sorry’ is long over,” Chan hissed. The older grabbed Jisung’s arms and pulled them behind his back. Jisung listened as he heard a drawer–their junk drawer, he thought– open and Chan rummage around in it with one hand.
Jisung flinched as he registered a zip tie being secured around his wrists, snug enough to immobilize his arms. He whimpered in response. “Sir…”
He was met with a sharp slap to his thigh. He jolted as the plug delved deeper, causing him to cry out. “Hush. I don't want to hear anymore words from you until this punishment is through. If I hear one more word apart from counting, I'll gag you. Nod if you understand.”
Jisung nodded, resigned to his fate. He'd been bad, after all. He remained still, awaiting his punishment.
“You only had fourteen minutes left and you couldn’t even last that long without being a brat. You will receive one spank for each minute you had left. You will count them. When we are done, your timer will start over,” Chan stated, tone cold. Jisung shivered in anticipation.
Chan rummaged around in a different drawer for a few moments before returning with a wooden spoon. Jisung swallowed down his whine. The spoon always hurt more than his dom's hand. Even if he’d never had it used on him as a punishment, he’d been spanked with all manner of items during their various scenes.
Chan smoothed his hand over Jisung's back, hooking one of his fingers into Jisung's where they were bound. A small, grounding touch. One of the little reasons why Jisung loved him so, so much.
Then, without warning, the first hit landed. Jisung cried out, his body tensing. The mixture of pleasure and pain was already overwhelming, and it was only the first hit.
“One,” Jisung counted. He braced himself as the next swing landed on the other cheek, sharp pain blooming there. The plug nudged directly against his sweet spot each time he clenched, pleasure mixing with the pain. “Two!”
Chan continued his task, delivering blow after blow, only stopping when Jisung had verbally counted to ten hits. His eyes were blurred with tears now, his system completely overwhelmed from the dual sensations. His cock leaked pathetically against the hardwood of the cabinet.
Jisung sniffled as his dom set down the wooden spoon, moving his hand to rub over the blooming bruises and welts soothingly. “Don't forget, no words baby. I'll do the last four with my hand since you've been good.”
Jisung was thankful for the reminder and the small mercy Chan allowed him. While his hand still hurt, it wasn't even close to as painful as the spoon. The next spank came soon after, Jisung struggling to get out a coherent “Eleven”.
Chan directed the next few hits to Jisung’s thighs, causing him to sob audibly as pain bloomed over the tender flesh. Even so, he still called out his number. “Thirteen!”
What had once been pleasure was now torturous, the vibrations becoming almost painful. Each time he clenched from a hit, it only grew worse. Jisung couldn't wait for his punishment to be over so he could finally cum. Hopefully on Chan's cock, if he was lucky.
“Last one,” Chan said, smoothing his hand over the tender flesh of Jisung’s ass and thighs before delivering the final blow to the meat of Jisung’s ass.
“F-fourteen!” He cried out, his voice breaking. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his body trembling as Chan cut the ties holding his wrists and scooped him up. He carried him to the couch, where he retrieved his phone and switched off the plug. The older pulled Jisung into his lap.
“Did so good for me, baby,” Chan praised. He rubbed his back soothingly, whispering little praises to him. Jisung hid his face in Chan's neck, basking in the comfort of his dom until his body finally calmed, his tears halting. Chan didn’t ask a single thing of him until he was ready, knowing that the younger often needed breaks during scenes to calm down and remember he was loved. Jisung felt incredibly safe with him.
Soon, he lifted his head, peeking at the older. Chan smiled, his first smile since their scene began. Jisung couldn't help but smile back.
“Hi, my Jisungie,” Chan murmured. He tucked a strand of Jisung’s unruly hair behind his ear, the younger leaning into his touch. “Do you want to finish your punishment? Or do you need to be done? You know both options are completely fine, and I'm so happy to have you as my sub either way, right?”
Jisung melted from the sweet words. Chan always knew exactly what he needed. He knew what his answer was, though, without a doubt. “I… I want to keep going.”
“Alright,” Chan nodded. “Do you want to start now, or do you need a few more minutes?”
“I'm ready now,” Jisung confirmed, a small grin forming on his face.
Chan patted his thigh, signaling for him to stand. “Since you've been good, I've decided to only make you finish out your thirty minutes. You will complete chores for fourteen more minutes. You are not to cum and I expect you to be on your best behavior. If you can do this, I will consider giving you a reward. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Jisung nodded. He turned and made his way to the kitchen, the plug humming to life as he reached the sink. He set to work scrubbing the dishes clean, his cock stirring back to life once again. He was so pent up at this point that it was almost painful, but he found that he liked it.
He finished the dishes successfully, managing not to break one or cum without permission the entire time. Jisung turned to Chan, tilting his head in silent questioning. He knew he was allowed to use his words, but they felt too hard to grasp at the moment, like they were tangled in sticky goo.
“Five more minutes, baby,” Chan said. “Wipe down the counter for me, okay?”
Even though it would have been nice to have a task to distract him from the ebb and flow of pleasure and pain, Jisung wanted to be done. It was the most intense scene they'd ever done, and Jisung could feel himself draining, emotionally and physically.
“Channie, it's only five minutes,” Jisung whined petulantly. “Please can I just be done?”
Chan raised an eyebrow at Jisung and leveled him with a calculating stare.
“I–I mean sir. Can we be done please, sir?” Jisung corrected himself quickly. He didn’t mind completing the task, but he did want to push his dom just a little further.
“It's only five minutes, Jisung. Wipe the counters.”
“Sir, please,” he whined louder, stomping his foot and crossing his arms like a child. “Please.”
“What did I say, Jisung?” Chan asked, voice level and calm.
“You aren't listening to me!” Jisung snapped.
“One more word, Jisung,” Chan said, threatening. “If you want to cum I suggest you fix your attitude. Five. More. Minutes.”
Jisung wanted to argue further, but thought better of it. Instead, he huffed, stomping back to the sink to retrieve a dish towel to wipe the counters. He completed the task while Chan watched. Jisung could feel his eyes on his back, trailing him around the kitchen.
Finally, mercifully, his timer ended. Jisung collapsed to the ground as soon as the plug turned off. His legs felt like jelly, and Jisung wasn't even sure if he could stand if he wanted to. He didn't even look up when Chan approached him, picking him up and setting him on the counter.
Kisses were peppered over his cheeks as Chan praised him. “My good boy, Sungie. You did so well.”
Jisung preened. The praise felt even more meaningful when he'd completed such a tough scene. They completed it together, and Jisung felt even closer to Chan because of it.
“Do you want your reward, now?”
“Please,” Jisung breathed. “Will you fuck me, sir? Please? I want to feel you instead of this toy.”
“I'll help you cum, but I won't fuck you, baby,” Chan informed him. Jisung felt like his world was crashing down around him. He opened his mouth to question, but Chan spoke again. “Next time, if you want your dom's cock you will complete your tasks without arguing, hm? Only good subs who listen get to cum on their dom's cock.”
Jisung didn't like that answer. Chan had never denied him like this before. However, he supposed this was the price he paid for being a brat…and he still got to cum, so it was well worth it.
“Yes, Sir,” Jisung answered.
“Now, go bend over the kitchen counter again,” Chan instructed. Jisung was confused as to why he was going to the kitchen, but he trusted Chan. He did as he was told, ass on perfect display for the older.
Chan retrieved the lube he had used earlier, the sound of the cap clicking open sending a thrill down Jisung's spine. The plug was removed, leaving Jisung feeling open and vulnerable. Soon, two lubed fingers were inside of him, petting over his walls. Jisung yelped when the older bore down on his prostate, still sensitive and swollen from earlier.
Then, Chan's fingers were gone. Instead, Jisung felt the polished, round handle of what he assumed was the thick wooden spoon Chan had used to spank him with earlier. It breached his rim, sliding to the hilt easily. Chan set a fast pace from the start, punching loud moans out of the younger.
It was pathetic, to be so pent up that a handle felt good as it fucked into him, but he couldn't help it. He'd been denied for so long. Jisung rutted against the firm wood of the counter, his cock aching as it was trapped by the weight of his body.
“Just imagine how much better my cock would feel right now. Remember that next time you decide to be a brat.”
He wouldn't last long after all the teasing he'd endured. Jisung could already feel the familiar tension building in his gut. He didn't dare cum without permission, though.
“S-sir?” He asked, his voice breaking on a moan. Chan paused the thrusting motions, pressing the handle all the way in and moving it in slow circles. Jisung felt like his brain would melt out of his ears. Chan hummed in acknowledgement. “Can I cum please? Please?”
“Yes, baby, you can cum. Thank you for asking so nicely." With that, Chan started fucking him with the handle in earnest, grazing his sensitive prostate with every thrust.
Jisung gripped the edge of the counter tightly, his hips rutting painfully against the wooden cabinet as he fucked himself back onto the handle. His movements were messy and desperate as he chased his high, his entire body locking up as he finally came with a loud cry.
His orgasm was intense. It lasted far longer than he expected it to, draining him of every drop. Once his body relaxed again, Chan pulled the handle out, tossing it into the sink.
Jisung didn't register much after that, but he knew they had moved to the couch. He was in that floaty headspace he loved so much, and Chan had him curled in his lap.
He stayed like that for what felt like hours until he started to resurface. Memories of the day slammed into him, reminding him how bad he'd been.
“Am I bad?” Jisung whimpered. He was especially delicate in this state.
“Sweet boy, you aren't bad. We just tried something new, remember? You are so good. My perfect, good boy.”
Jisung did remember. He was filled with warmth hearing Chan call him good. “Wanna kneel for you. Can I please?”
“Of course, baby,” Chan assured him, helping him get situated in a kneeling position between his legs, his head on his dom's thigh.
It still wasn't enough, though. He fidgeted restlessly, struggling to get back to the pleasant floating feeling. He felt sluggish as he pawed at Chan's pants, attempting to fish his cock out.
Chan understood, helping to free himself enough that Jisung could take his soft cock into his mouth. He laid his head against Chan's inner thigh, enjoying the grounding feeling.
The older threaded his fingers through Jisung's hair. “My perfect boy, Sungie. You're such a good boy for me. I love you so much.”
Finally, Jisung relaxed, allowing himself to float away for a few hours, safe in Chan's care.
Jisung liked being a good boy best, but now on special occasions, he knew just the way to get under Chan's skin. The next time all eight of them gathered, Jisung couldn't wait to show off his new skills.