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When Heeseung had first laid his eyes on Park Sunghoon, he knew he'd have to have him.
Park Sunghoon was a golden apple. An illegal, but innocent pleasure, waiting to be tainted and defiled by Heeseung's dirty, perverted hands.
Heeseung had waited almost three years before Sunghoon was finally in one of his classes. He just couldn't contain himself when he watched first year Sunghoon, a ripe fifteen year old boy, grow into an attractive seventeen year old who he now has the privilege to teach. God , Heeseung could just cream at the thought of getting to look at Sunghoon sitting in his class in the front row (he kisses his seating arrangement chart).
All of the (sticky) pictures of cute little Sunghoon hiding in the drawer right next to his bed can finally take a break now that Heeseung is an arm away from getting to physically have him. The desperation to have his sick way with Sunghoon grows rapidly everyday he sees the boy sitting innocently in his classroom. All he needs now is a plan to get him alone and pliant.
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"Sunghoon-ssi!" Heeseung calls out before the student has time to make it out the door.
Sunghoon pauses, and swiftly turns to his teacher, a perplexed look on his face, "Yes?"
Heeseung waves him over to his desk as he begins to pull a small stack of papers out of his drawer, "Pull up a stool Sunghoon, and have a seat over here," Heeseung smiles at him, setting the papers on his desk. Sunghoon is seated right next to the teacher, still confused. Heeseung slips a paper out of the pile, and flips it towards Sunghoon, a test paper with a big fat 34% written on the corner in red marker.
Sunghoon's face shifts from confusion to shock, eyebrows furrowing and eyes widening. Then before Sunghoon could say anything, Heeseung takes another paper, last week's homework this time with a 27%, then another test paper, and another and another and another, each paper showing percentages below a sixty. Heeseung sets them all down in front of the student, his mouth agape and eyes blinking rapidly in distress.
"I wanted to show you this, Sunghoon-ah. I didn't want to embarrass you in front of everyone so that's why I called you after everyone left," Heeseung starts, keeping his eyes on Sunghoon, "I was disappointed when I graded the first paper, but didn't bring it up because I assumed it was just a bad day for you. So I let it slide, but it just kept happening." He explains, mouth forming a dramatic frown as he looks through the papers, then back to the skeptical boy.
Sunghoon doesn't say anything, eyes still focused on the paper in front of him. Heeseung smiles, "I was then planning on sending a letter to your father about your grades, but I wanted to ask you about it first before bringing it up to your dad-" Sunghoon immediately jumps at that, almost scooting completely off the stool as he grabs at Heeseung's arm in a tight grip.
Sunghoon lets out a shaky breath, "Please don't tell my dad! I'm sorry, I-I thought I was– I'll-I'll do extra credit! I'll do whatever you want me to do . . . Just don't tell my appa . . . Please . . ." His voice is trembling, just like the hand he has wrapped around the teacher. Heeseung smirks, holding back a deep chuckle. An uneasy feeling forms in Sunghoon's stomach.
The teacher is silent for a moment, squinting at Sunghoon, like he's analyzing the boy. It makes the student uncomfortable. He lets go of Heeseung and apologizes for his reckless reaction. Heeseung sighs softly, and wheels his chair closer to Sunghoon. Breathing down at him, he says, "Ok, Sunghoon-ssi, I have an idea on how you can make up for your grades."
Sunghoon beams at that, and bows at the teacher, grateful, "Thank you ssaem! Tell me what I need to do, and I-I'll do it!"
Heeseung sits back in his chair, not breaking eye contact, "I want you to suck me off, Sunghoon-ssi." Heeseung finally tells him.
The room goes completely silent, the sound of both males' breathing taking up the empty room. Sunghoon gawks at him, rightfully so, the words not registering all the way for him, "W-What? . . ." his quiet voice cracking.
"You heard me. I want you down on your knees in exchange for me changing your grade," The teacher demands, eyes cold and calculating as he stares Sunghoon down, his demeanor different from before.
The student shakes his head, mouth opening and closing like some fish out of water as he tries to collect his thoughts, "Y-You– I'm-I-I'm–" frustrated at his own stammering, Sunghoon takes a breather, "I can't do that! Why would you even– Ssaem please, be serious, what can I really do to–"
"Oh, I am serious, Sunghoon-ah," Heeseung stares at him with wide, crazy eyes, "This a serious trade and a punishment for your poor decisions." The teacher raises his voice an octave, making his student flinch. Heeseung is getting impatient.
Sunghoon wants to throw the papers right back at Heeseung's face. Punishment? Heeseung didn't even tell him he was doing bad in class, how was he supposed to know? So why does he deserve a punishment!?
"B-B-But? . . ."
Heeseung groans and throws his head to the side in annoyance, "Stop stuttering like that. You sound stupid, Sunghoon-ah," his tone is strong and mean, so much more different than how he was speaking to Sunghoon just a few minutes ago. Heeseung stands up and drags Sunghoon up with him, pulling the boy closer to himself.
"Wait– B-But I di-didn't!– You didn't tell me–"
"Yah! Are you really talking back to me right now? Who are you to disobey your elder?" One of Heeseung's hands pulls at Sunghoon's hair, making the boy yelp and thrash against Heeseung's hold, "If I'm telling you to do something, then you listen to me and do what you're told. Understand?"
Sunghoon yelps loudly at his hair being tugged, eyes watering from the pain and from Heeseung's harsh tone. He shuts his eyes tightly and nods his head, terrified of the older man, "Y-Yes, se-seonsaengnim . . . 'm s-sorry . . ."
Fuck, Heeseung's dick almost bursts from its confines at the sight of his teary eyed student. Wants to skip all the foreplay and just rip Sunghoon's clothes off and fuck his stupid brains out. But he holds off.
Instead he pushes Sunghoon to his knees, continuing to grip his hair with one hand as he unbuckles his pants with the other.
Sunghoon's blood runs cold at the scene that's playing out right now. His hands are clammy as they clench on his lap, breathing becomes more difficult when he hears Heeseung lower his fly, the zip making Sunghoon flinch. He thinks he's about to pass out. Sunghoon has been taught his entire life to listen to his elders and superiors, to never talk back and to make sure everyone around him is pleased. He's been taught to obey.
But he's also been taught to never, ever let anyone touch him the way Heeseung is touching him now. His dad is going to be so mad at him.
Heeseung takes his cock out, hard and twitching already. He strokes himself a couple of times before he directs his cock head to Sunghoon's frowning mouths, lips pursed tightly as the younger male looks up at him with watery eyes. Heeseung can't wait to see him cry real tears.
The teacher pushes Sunghoon's face closer to his crotch, making the young boy whimper. Heeseung taps his dick onto his cheek and lips, "Come on, Sunghoon-ah, open your mouth and suck me," he continues to slap the tip against his face. Sunghoon doesn't budge, and Heeseung growls, "Open your fucking mouth or I'll break your teeth in, you fucking slut!" he threatens, raising his hand to backhand Sunghoon, forcing the boy to open his mouth to let out a terrified yelp, allowing Heeseung to quickly shove his cock past the boy's lips.
" Fuuucck," Heeseung sighs, head thrown back in pleasure at Sunghoon's wet heat enveloping his cock.
Sunghoon gags loudly, gurgling at Heeseung's rough thrusting. He whines as his saliva messily drips down his lips and onto his lap, tears now streaming from his eyes at the harsh treatment his throat is getting.
Heeseung doesn't relent, grabbing onto Sunghoon's dark locks, dragging his cock across the boy's tongue. He feels his arousal build up in the pit of his abdomen, "You're such a natural at this," Heeseung moans, shoving Sunghoon further down, "Who's dick have you been sucking for you to be so good?'' The rhetorical question causes a deep, harsh blush to spread across Sunghoon's face. Heeseung laughs at that.
"I think I'm gonna bend you over my desk and fuck you with my cock, how does that sound?" he asks mockingly, tapping Sunghoon's cheek with three of his fingers, "Huh? You'd like that right? Tell me you want me to fuck you over my desk," Heeseung pulls Sunghoon off, a broken whine leaves his dripping mouth.
Heeseung looks down at him expectantly. Sunghoon gives him his big wet eyes, "P-Please . . . I-I want you to f-fuck me over your d-de-desk . . ."
Heeseung groans at his student's shaky, wet voice, "Then you better get it all wet, Hoon-ah, or else it won't fit," he smiles down at him.
The teacher doesn't move his hips this time, and instead waits for Sunghoon to do the work. The boy takes the man's dick back into his mouth shyly, making sure he slicks up his cock with all the drool he could manage, using a trembling hand to help spread it, hoping it's enough as lubrication.
Once Heeseung feels like Sunghoon's done a mediocre job, he grabs the student by his arm and hauls him over his desk, bending him at the waist as he cruelly shoves his face into the wood. Sunghoon starts to thrash and scream when he feels Heeseung start to drag his dress pants down past his thighs, whimpering and begging the older man to stop, twisting from his grasp as he cries.
His struggling stops quickly once a large palm comes in contact with his ass, letting out a yelp at the spank, and sobbing dramatically onto the table.
“Behave, Sunghoon-ah,” Heeseung snaps, squeezing the skin he just hit, “Be a good boy, and I'll let you pass my class, no tests or homework, ok?” He promises, nosing at Sunghoon's tear streaked cheek, giving him a quick kiss, “If you move again, I'll make sure every single person in Korea knows about how much of a cock loving slut you are, got it? ”
The threat gives Sunghoon the urge to vomit everywhere, the breath on his face makes his skin crawl. He believes Heeseung, entirely gullible and at the mercy of his monstrous teacher, nodding his head rapidly at the words echoing in the classroom. He couldn't care less about grades anymore, about passing this stupid, pointless class, but Sunghoon will do anything if it means everything done in this room will be kept between them and only them.
Heeseung grins, landing one more kiss on his face, he pulls back to admire the young boy's backside, spreading his supple cheeks to have a look at his puckering hole. Heeseung spits a glob of saliva right onto it, then spreads it around with his thumb before taking his lubed up cock in his hand, and lining it up to Sunghoon's entrance.
Sunghoon takes him so well, his wailing says otherwise but his hole opens up for him so perfectly, like he's used to being filled up. Finally having the boy of his dreams underneath him, sheathed inside him as he lets out the cutest sounds, has Heeseung's body shaking with adrenaline and excitement. He's waited a long time for this moment.
Groaning, Heeseung takes in Sunghoon's warmth for a couple of seconds before he reels his hips back, until only his tip is left inside, then drives right back home into the hot cavern, eliciting a loud yelp from the boy.
Though his sounds are beautiful, with all the other teacher's roaming around the building and the after school clubs still going on, Heeseung has to regretfully wrap a hand around Sunghoon's mouth to silence him. But no matter, Heeseung will soon get multiple chances to make Sunghoon scream as much as he wants.
Sighing contentedly, the teacher rests his body on top of his student's, embracing him as he kisses the back of the boy's neck, continuing to move his hips hastily and messily, the sounds of skin slapping skin ring throughout the room.
Sunghoon's hole clenches around him beautifully, practically milking him. Heeseung wants to capture this experience, make it timeless, but he knows he has the power to make it a continuous occurrence, so he takes it all in. Sunghoon's rim stretching around his throbbing cock, his teary and fearful expression, his red ass jiggling at each of Heeseung's thrusts. Heeseung could die like this.
With a threat already leaving his lips, Heeseung finally lifts his hand off Sunghoon's mouth, “Tell me you love this,” Heeseung demands, voice breathy with arousal, “Tell me you love my cock, and that no one will be better than me,” he aims a sharp thrust right against Sunghoon's prostate, making the boy jolt with a whimper.
Sunghoon sobs, “I l-love your cock,” he shivers at his own words. They're absurd and vulgar, they aren't meant for Heeseung, they shouldn't be meant for anyone, actually.
“N-No one will be be-better than you . . .” He sniffs, moaning tearfully when Heeseung hits his prostate again. His teacher's cock burns inside him, hurts his rim, and his forceful thrusting causes his hips to bang on the edge of the desk, but it doesn't stop Sunghoon's little cock from standing stiff right against his abdomen, crying hard from the shame.
Heeseung straightens up, and takes Sunghoon's hips in a bruising grip, beginning to pound into him in an animalistic manner, “I've ruined you for other's, haven't I? I'm gonna be the greatest you will ever have, right?” Sunghoon scratches at the table as he tries to hold in his sounds, he nods again, legs shaking uncontrollably.
He needs it to end, wishing and hoping Heeseung is close. Sunghoon pushes his hips back onto Heeseung, wanting to speed everything up and get Heeseung to cum as quickly as possible.
Heeseung laughs at this, squeezing and slapping Sunghoon's ass again, “I knew you'd love this, my pretty little whore, fuck! I'm gonna cum if you keep clenching around me like that,” his thrusting speeds up a bit, the slamming of Sunghoon's hips against the desk echoing.
Yes, exactly, Sunghoon wants to say, clenching even harder. But with the constant pleasure being forced upon him, he can't even move his tongue, let alone use his mouth to form any words. So he continues to lay there and take the pounding.
By the time Sunghoon reaches his orgasm, he's a drooling, babbling mess on the desk, a puddle of spit, tears, and snot formed right under his cheek. When his climax hits, he squeals and scratches at the table as his cocklet jerks out white ropes of cum all over the floor, painting the tiles just as Heeseung's hips start to stutter with the beginnings of his own orgasm.
“God, fuck- I'm gonna cum inside you. Gonna cum so deep inside you, and you're gonna thank me for it,” Heeseung states in a breathy voice, sweat now dripping down the side of his forehead from all the exertion, dick twitching inside the boy.
Heeseung lets out a strained groan, choking on his own breath right as he finally shoots his load inside his crying student, slamming into him until all his cum is drained out of him. There's too much, Sunghoon can feel it, the warmth of it overflows past his stretched rim, and once Heeseung pulls out, his spunk pushes past his opening and some dribbles down his thighs.
“Say thank you,”
Sunghoon remains quiet for a second, “T-Thank you, seo-seonsaengnim . . .”
Heeseung smirks, and humiliation courses through Sunghoon's veins.
But now that it's over, Sunghoon finally relaxes his tensed body, closing his eyes and laying there as he pants while he catches his breath. The moment is short lived though, before Heeseung is grabbing him by his hair, pulling him up from the desk and pushing him roughly onto the dirty floor once again.
Heeseung's foot comes in contact with the back of his head, pushing him down further onto the floor until his face is just inches away from the mess they've made, “Clean it up,” Heeseung demands, putting more pressure onto his neck. Sunghoon doesn't move, keeping his lips pursed.
“Clean up your mess before I shove my stapler up your ass, you dirty whore,” Heeseung snarls, making Sunghoon whimper. The boy hesitantly opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, lapping up the puddle slowly, grimacing at the taste and texture. It's bitter yet salty, making Sunghoon want to immediately choke it back up.
“And make sure no more of my cum spills out of you.” Heeseung adds after a second, landing a small strike to Sunghoon's butt with his shoe for emphasis. And Sunghoon quickly goes to clench his hole, trying hard to keep all of his teacher's ejaculate deep inside him.
By the time Sunghoon has licked up the mess on the floor, Heeseung has already gotten his breathing under control, adrenaline finally seeping out of his body, and he's tucked himself away.
He pulls at Sunghoon's hair one more time, getting the student's face away from the ground to look back up at him, mouth messy from the white substance. Heeseung looks down at him, and gives him an unsettling smile "I want you to be here, same time tomorrow, and the next day, you got that?" He orders, now petting at Sunghoon's head.
Sunghoon's lip wobbles, fear already taking form in his stomach, god , he thought this was over. "I-I can't . . . My-my a-appa–"
"Ask me if I fucking care. You do what I tell you to do!" Heeseung snaps. He's so quick to anger, Sunghoon thinks, such a two-faced person with such a terrible temper. Talking so smoothly and calmly one second, and smashing Sunghoon's head against any surface the next. And it's just so easy for Sunghoon to fall for his rage, so easy for him to cower all over again.
“Now pull up your fucking pants and get out of my classroom.”
Sunghoon doesn't have to be told twice before he's scrambling to get his pants buttoned around his waist, running out the door once he gets his hands on his backpack.
He leaves behind everything that's happened right in that room, but Heeseung smiles, knowing Sunghoon can and will never forget.
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Sunghoon's tears have barely started to dry up by the time he walks up to his door. His lips are still trembling, and he makes sure he wipes his face for any remnants of Heeseung's cum before he pulls his keys out and unlocks his door.
Sunghoon sniffles as he toes off his shoes, walking through the hallway entrance and into the living room, hoping to just lock himself in his room and rot away after taking a quick shower. But when he tries to walk past the dark room, the overhead light suddenly turns on, scaring Sunghoon. He flinches back, running into the small coffee table when he notices his father near the light switch .
It's silent for a few seconds, an audible gulp is heard from Sunghoon's throat, fear evident on his flushed face, "Appa, w-wh–"
"Where have you been?" Mr. Park questioned passively, interrupting his son as he continued to lean on the wall by the switch. His voice is soft and quiet, but Sunghoon can see the coldness in his eyes, can sense the annoyance radiating off his father due to his tardiness.
Sunghoon's body trembles at his father's piercing gaze, "I-I was– My te-teacher– U-Umm," Sunghoon quickly shuts his mouth as his voice cracks through his explanation, discouraged by his stutter. He looks down and away from his father's disappointed stare, frustrated that he can't seem to find an excuse that would ease his father's irritation.
His dad pushes off the wall to move towards him. Sunghoon holds his breath, sniveling as the older man steps into his personal space. Face too close to Sunghoon's.
A hand brushes against Sunghoon's bangs, then rubs the drying tears off his cheeks, "Why are you so late? You know you're supposed to be back before the sun goes down. What have you been doing the last two and a half hours? And don't lie to me, Sunghoon-ah." Mr. Park asks sternly, breath ghosting over Sunghoon's wet lips. Sunghoon stares up at his dad's face with glassy eyes.
"M-Mr. Lee kept me after– after class . . . Appa, I-I'm sorry. I should have told you beforehand that I would be late," Sunghoon sniffed out, voice sweet and wet. He's not lying to his dad, but he's not telling him the whole truth, and he hopes for his teary apology to hide his little secret. His father doesn't need to know everything.
Mr. Park squints at his son, and lets out a soft huff through his nose, "Your teacher kept you after class . . . for two hours?" he asks Sunghoon like he's some child. Sunghoon hesitantly nods at his dad, looking away from him once again. "If that's true, why are you crying? Why are you so scared, Hoon-ah?" Mr. Park continues to pry, watching as his son's lips quiver in front of him, shaking his head, "I-I don't know. I don't know . . . I'm sorry appa." Sunghoon looks up at his dad, hoping that if he plays dumb and shows off his bambi eyes, his dad will let him off the hook, or at least go easy on him.
But none of his crying works.
" Tsk, Why are you lying, Sunghoon? You know, I thought I would be able to trust you to tell me the truth. I thought I raised you better than to be a liar." Mr. Park sighs, shaking his head in displeasure. His words are like an ache in Sunghoon's chest, saddened at being the cause of his dad's disapproval. But he still can't tell him the truth.
The fear of Heeseung hurting him even worse for telling is nestled deep within his mind, and the anxiety of going against his teacher's wishes rattles his bones. He doesn't want to disappoint anyone else.
Mr. Park stares right into Sunghoon's eyes when he asks, "Are you running off to have sex with those other school boys? Is that why you always ask to go over to that Jake boy's house?"
The weirdly sudden accusation makes Sunghoon give his father a wide eyed look. "N-No! Of co-course not!" he exclaims, bordering on yelling.
"I don't think you're telling me the truth. You're letting random boys fuck you, aren't you?”
"I am not! I-I'm telling you the truth! I'm not lying, appa! I swear, it's the tru-"
"Then show me. If you really are telling me the truth, Sunghoonie, you're going to bend over my lap and you're going to show me." Mr. Park demands, tone cool and collected, like this is a normal thing to order anyone to do.
Mr. Park grabs at Sunghoon's arm and begins to drag him over to their bedroom, much to Sunghoon's dismay.
Sunghoon basically allows his father to pull him through the house and into his room, shock from what his father is asking of him still very apparent in his system, stopping him from making any kind of protest.
When they make it into the room, the man locks the door and pulls Sunghoon along onto his large bed. He sits down on the edge and yanks the boy face down onto his lap. Hands grab at Sunghoon's school slacks and he panics. "W-Wait, appa! Please!– P-Please, I didn't do anything! No one touched me, please appa!" Sunghoon cries out, wriggling on his dad's thighs to get away from his hold.
Mr. Park lands a spank on his son's ass, causing the boy to yelp from the sting spreading across his backside. "If you didn't whore yourself out, you would let me check without fighting me." he spanks him one more time and pulls Sunghoon's pants and underwear down all together, exposing his ass to the chilly air of the bedroom. And as expected, he finds Sunghoon's ass red with dried streaks of a white substance all over the back of his thighs.
Mr. Park lets out a low exhale, not surprised by his son's dishonesty. He's pulling apart his son's cheeks to peek at his quivering hole.
Sunghoon—humiliated—shoves his face into his arms and lets out a sob, tears wetting his uniform sleeves and bedsheets.
His father's thumbs dig into his flesh as another finger probes at his sullied hole. Sunghoon flinches, whining as he reaches back one hand to hold at his father's wrist, "Appa please stop! I'm sorry, I didn't want to– ahh!" Sunghoon's begging is interrupted by his father's finger pulling at his opening.
A small stream of cum leaks out of his hole, dribbling past the finger inside him and down his balls. Sunghoon sobs in mortification.
"Yah, Sunghoon-ah. Did you really think I wouldn't find out? Look at your dirty hole! Tsk, what a shame, Sunghoonie, I really thought you were my perfect boy." Mr. Park sighs in disappointment, shaking his head, "But instead, you go and give up your cunt to the first person who gives you attention."
His father stops speaking for a moment, the tension in the air making Sunghoon's heart rate increase.
"Who did this?" His dad asks calmly, but Sunghoon knows he's anything but.
Sunghoon doesn't budge from his position between his arms, ignoring his father. His dad grows impatient and gives Sunghoon a sharp pinch between his thigh and buttock, causing Sunghoon to squeal loudly in pain, legs flailing behind him.
"Who."
He sounds so harsh now, Sunghoon thinks to himself. Unlike before, he can hear his dad become more and more displeased with him, and it upsets Sunghoon to know that his unruliness is the cause of all this. He just couldn't say no to Heeseung, didn't want to agitate or hurt the other man by rejecting him. But now, he doesn't think he can work up the courage to explain to his dad that it was his teacher who did this to him, that it was Mr. Lee who held him down and raped him for almost two hours straight. So he continues his lie.
"I-It was Jake. Jake did it."
His father hums, staring down at Sunghoon's abused ass cheeks, before he turns to look right into Sunghoon's eyes, "Now, what have I told you about letting other people touch you? Hmm? No one but me is allowed to touch you down here," his hand gives a soft squeeze to Sunghoon's butt, "You're not allowed to see him again. Do you understand?"
Sunghoon's breathing stutters for a moment at his dad's words, "B-But he's my bestfriend! You– You can't–" a harsh spank lands onto his bruised skin, halting him mid sentence and making him wail. He shoves his face back into his arms.
"Stop talking back, Sunghoon. Goodness! You are such a disobedient little boy. Stop acting like one or I will be glad to put you back in your place. You are not allowed to see that boy anymore. Do you understand?" Mr. Park repeats once again, slower so this time it hopefully gets through to Sunghoon's little brain.
Sunghoon sobs into his arms, and lets out a breathy yes sir, whimpering at the feeling of his dad's fingers rubbing his skin.
Mr. Park smiles down at him, "Good. Now, it's time for your punishment. It looks though that you've already let that boy hit you, but I'm sure you're still in need of a much more proper spanking," he states, rubbing his palm over the reddened, dirty skin. He brushes a hand through Sunghoon's hair, moving his hair out of the way to get a better look at his weepy face, "Do you want the riding crop, the cane, the paddle, or my belt?"
"A-Appa . . . Please . . ."
"Which one, Sunghoon?" he says sternly.
"Can't I just choose your hand? Please , appa. The other ones hurt so b-"
" No , Sunghoon-ah. You're not getting my hand. You deserve a punishment that will teach you not to disobey me. Now, choose ." His father pinches Sunghoon's thigh a second time, impatiently waiting for Sunghoon to finally answer him.
" The paddle!–" Sunghoon yelps, "T-The paddle," he cries softly as the pain on his thigh eases.
Mr. Park smiles, "Good boy," he says, landing a small kiss on Sunghoon's head, patting him on the butt to make him get up. He tells his son to undress himself fully as he goes to rummage through the closet. Sunghoon does as he's told, timidly tossing his clothes near the corner of the room while he waits for his father to return.
When he does, he's holding a medium sized wooden paddle, then sits back down on the edge of the bed. Sunghoon doesn't wait to be told to lay back over his father's knees, and in doing so pleasing his father greatly.
He strokes the paddle lightly over Sunghoons ass, causing the boy to tremble in apprehension, awaiting the first smack. "How many do you think you deserve? Hm?" Mr. Park asks, tapping the boys behind a couple of times just to see him squirm.
Sunghoon lets out a deep breath, one he's been holding in for a couple of seconds, "T-Twenty? . . ." he says, uncertain. He deserves more. He knows that. But he also knows that it's going to hurt like hell if he's given a reasonable amount.
And his father knows what he's doing. He gives a teasing smile, pulling the paddle back, ready to strike him.
"Forty it is."
The loud whack of the wooden object rings through Sunghoon's ears, but the pain of the hit and the words of his dad don't settle in until after the second spank. Sunghoon shrieks.
Oh god, it hurts . The burning sensation spreads quickly across the stricken area and all Sunghoon can do is scream, kicking his leg out at the pain.
"Count them out, Sunghoon."
The boy groans loudly, then sniffles, " O-One,"
SMACK!
" T-T-Two,"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
A choked, watery wail escapes Sunghoon's mouth at the rapid spanks, a plea already edging itself past his lips, but he stops himself and continues to count.
"Fi- ah-Five!"
They're only at five? Oh god, Sunghoon can't do this, he can't keep doing this another thirty five times. With the fucking Heeseung already gave him not too long ago mixed with the current beating his dad is giving him, Sunghoon knows he won't be able to sit on his ass for at least the next two weeks. And they're not even close to being finished.
" Ap-pa . . Please . . . It's to-too much . . ."
"Yah, Sunghoon. We haven't even started yet. Is this how you're going to keep behaving? Because I won't hesitate to give you an extra twenty hits," His father lands the paddle back down on him, "Now stop crying and take your punishment. Count. " he emphasizes the last word with another spank.
Sunghoon sobs, hands shaking from the pain and the fear of his dad's threat, " Seven. "
The spanking continues, Mr. Park relentless as he beats his son's behind purple. Small welts begin to form on Sunghoon's cheeks and upper thighs, making his ass border on being ripped open. His dad's strikes are so forceful and heavy, Sunghoon can almost feel the skin of his backside rip from the contact.
By the end of it, Sunghoon is a ugly, blotchy, and disgusting mess. His face is covered in tears and snot and sweat, eyes swollen from how hard he's crying, and chin drenched in his own spit. With every inhale or a deep breath, he gags from all of the gross mucus sliding down his throat. He feels embarrassed whenever he feels his dad's eyes on him, not wanting to be seen by the man in such an awful state.
For the last three hits, his father makes sure they land right onto his balls for extra discipline, pulling his legs apart to strike him between his thighs, making Sunghoon shriek. When they're finally done, Mr. Park lets Sunghoon lay across his legs as the young boy catches his breath, loud sniffles and hiccups echoing in the room. Mr. Park starts to caress Sunghoon's ass, rubbing and squeezing the darkened skin in a soothing manner, but it only causes Sunghoon to whimper and thrash around.
Mr. Park stops his groping. "Go get on your knees in the middle of the bed. It's time for your next punishment," he pats Sunghoon's thigh, urging him to move.
Sunghoon looks up at his father with a teary look and a trembling lip, "N-Next punishment?? Appa please! I've learned my lesson, I promise! Please, no more!"
His father doesn't even reprimand him this time, instead pulling him up onto the mattress himself, then moves to undress himself and goes to dig through the drawer next to the bed. Sunghoon weeps quietly as he waits on his hands and knees for his dad to come back. He feels repulsed with himself. Face dripping snot, and Heeseung's cum dried up between his thighs makes him feel disgraceful, knowing his dad is looking and can see him in this shameful state is mortifying.
Sunghoon flinches when he feels his father grip his hips, pulling him closer towards him.
His dad's fingers find their way back to his stretched hole, "You're still so loose, Hoonie. I guess I don't need to prepare you this time, huh? But you are still dirty from all of this disgusting cum inside you," he jabs two digits inside Sunghoon, and begins to scoop the spunk out of him. Sunghoon lets out tiny mewls at his father's fingers accidentally dragging against his prostate with every jab, thighs rubbing together as his small cock hardens from the stimulation.
"I'm going to fuck you back into your place. You disobey me, go behind my back, and let some undeserving boy fuck you," Mr. Park's fingers leave him, taking the bottle of lube he pulled out minutes ago to squirt some onto his stiff cock, then directly onto Sunghoon's hole, "So now, you're going to take a real man's cock, and show me how sorry you are for being such a careless child."
The words stab Sunghoon through the heart, but he doesn't have time to think anything over because he starts to feel his dad's thick cock force itself inside him, the strength of his thrust pushing him forward. He pulls out, leaving only the tip in, then thrusts right back inside, earning the older man a high keen from his son.
The squelching sounds from his dad's cock stuffing him full brings even more tears to Sunghoon's eyes, mouth slack as he produces moan after moan from his dad's hard fucking. His eyes roll to the back of his head when his prostate is hit repeatedly, precum flowing onto the sheets below him.
When Mr. Park's hips come in contact with his son's ass, the sobs that leave Sunghoon's mouth are like music to his ears. Every flinch and every sound, the pain he knows his son is feeling right now puts a warm, and arousing sensation in his chest. This is what he deserves. Ungrateful brat.
Sunghoon cries at the contact on his already torn up ass, "O-Ow! Ooww! Appa! It h-hurts! You're going too hard!" he thrashes his legs in a tantrum.
"Shh, it's ok. I'll put some ointment on your butt when we're done, ok?" he smiles, rubbing a soothing hand over Sunghoon's hip. Sunghoon sniffles, then nods.
"God, Sunghoonie, you're so amazing. You feel so good, my beautiful baby,'' the older man pants, kissing Sunghoon's neck as he grunts into his ear, "Ever since your mother and sister left all those years ago, you've been my boy. You'll always be my special little boy, right, Sunghoonie?"
Sunghoon hisses at the thrust directed right at his prostate, nodding his head and shaking at his father's hot breath against his ear, "Y-Yes, appa. I'm your sp-special b-boy . . ." he moans, voice low and wet with tears.
The older man straightens up again, throwing his head back as he drags Sunghoon's hips onto his dick, rim stretched out all swollen and red around his thick cock. He could cum just from that scene alone.
Sunghoon's breathing begins to speed up. He starts pushing his own hips back to meet his father's fast thrusts, high mewls pouring out of his mouth, "A-Appa . . . 'm s-so-o close . . ." He's not allowed to touch himself without his dad's permission, but his hand is just itching to reach down and jerk himself off.
Mr. Park slaps his palm down on Sunghoon's asscheek, and slows his thrusting, "Tell me your sorry." He demands softly.
Sunghoon whimpers, "I-I'm–I'm s-sorry," he says quietly, rubbing his face against the pillow shyly, humping the sheets below him as he tries to get off.
"No Sunghoon," His dad pushes him down hard onto the mattress to stop his grinding, "Tell me like you mean it. What are you sorry for?"
Sunghoon whines at having his movements paused. He wriggles a bit, but his dad doesn't let up, "I'm sorry f-for dis-disobeying you . . . I'm sorry a-appa for letting another boy to-touch me. I'm sorry, and I w-won't ever do it ag-again!" it's getting difficult for Sunghoon to produce any stable thoughts, his father's animalistic fucking making it so hard. His brain is starting to feel fuzzy, and his vision is beginning to blur.
He's about to cum. But he can't yet, he has to wait until his father is close. Until his father tells him it's ok.
"A-Appa please! Please, can I cum please!!" Sunghoon begs, choking back sobs.
An arm snakes around Sunghoon's neck, and Sunghoon mewls loudly.
"This is supposed to be a punishment, I shouldn't even let you cum. I should lock away your stupid little cock in a cage," His father grunts, chest to Sunghoon's back as he traps Sunghoon in a soft chokehold.
Sunghoon doesn't respond with words, he physically can't, brain having turned into mush already. Instead he drools all over himself, mumbling incoherent sentences he doesn't even understand. His dad tightens his hold around his neck just a little, Sunghoon lets out a choked squeal at that, hands grasping at the bedsheets for leverage.
"Who owns you?"
It takes a moment for Sunghoon to respond, "Y-You appa!"
"Who do you belong to?"
"To you! I belong to y-you!"
"That's right. I made you. I'm the only person deserving of fucking your tight little hole. No one else. Right, Sunghoonie? Remember that."
"Yes appa! Was made only for you! You made me just for you, I belong only to you! F-Fuckk, I'm so close! Please! "
His dad smiles down at him, taking in Sunghoon's sweaty, messy, fucked out face, "Ok. We can cum together then," he nuzzles the side of his son's damp forehead, then speeds up his thrusts.
His cock pulses inside Sunghoon's ass, his loosened cunt twitching around him when he pushes against his sensitive prostate. " Fuck, Sunghoon-ah, I'm going to fill you up now. Cum with me, ok?" Mr. Park breathes out, hips stuttering as his climax builds and builds.
Sunghoon sobs when he finally feels his father spilling inside him, the warmth of the man's semen filling him up is what finally drives Sunghoon into a vision blurring orgasm, his sticky spunk coating his thighs and the bedsheets right under him.
He's loud. So loud, he knows their neighbors can hear them. He knows that they've been hearing them for quite some time actually. Letting his father do the most heinous things to him for years now, turning the other cheek whenever they'd hear Sunghoon's wails on the other side of the walls, or the bed creaking and slamming against their apartment. But after all those years, all of the weird looks he'd get from his neighbors and all of his insecurities, now leave his mind whenever he gets his daddy's thick cock inside his greedy hole. Because now, it's all he needs.
Sunghoon screams into the pillow at the overwhelming pleasure, then goes limp from exhaustion, panting heavily.
His dad drops onto him, squishing the poor boy between the mattress and his body. Mr. Park takes a moment to catch his breath, then pulls out of his son's spasming body, Sunghoon groaning at the feeling of his dad's cum flowing out of his gaping hole.
Mr. Park lands next to the worn out boy, taking him into his arms and pulling him close, rubbing his nose onto Sunghoon's hair, breathing in his smell. "I think you've learned your lesson, don't you agree?" His father asks, petting his hair gently. Sunghoon snuggles up closer under his father's chin, eyes drooping shut, wheezing as he nods his head, " Yes appa, " he whispers, voice broken and completely drained.
His father hums and kisses the top of his head, "Good. And you won't let anyone else touch you down there right? You're mine and mine only, ok?"
"Yes, appa."
"You're still my special little boy, right Sunghoonie?"
Sunghoon doesn't open his eyes, " Yes, appa. I'm still your special little boy " he slurs.
The same thing is most likely going to happen tomorrow. Heeseung's demand is still ringing around in his head. He's gonna have to run back home if he wants to avoid another spanking from his dad. But for right now, he stops thinking about tomorrow's consequences, and instead shuts his droopy eyes, and lets soft, evened out snores leave his now sleeping body.