A/N: TW for rape

Dae

It's weird, but I feel a sense of accomplishment when Master François tells me I passed my training and he's happy for me to be a non-contracted Platinum sub. Maybe because it means he trusts me to be good enough not do anything that will embarrass the good name of the club, or maybe because I actually achieved something for the first time in my life; I passed something.

Whatever it is, I can't tell Master François, a matter that I know would make him furious if he knew, that part of the reason I'm so proud is because I haven't even had to change or pretend to do it. Unlike everything else in my life. Even if I never saw myself in this position, here I am, being me. And right now, this position is tied to a wide table with a huge plug up my ass. My arms and legs are spread wide, cuffed to the four corners, and I'm skipping and bucking, trying to increase the incredible sensation from being so full.

Crack! The crop isn't that painful, but the sharp slap on my belly, dangerously close to my leaking cock, is shocking and I finally remember I'm meant to be still.

"Sorry, Sir," I whimper, but Master Chase is grinning down at me.

"I love that you're such a horny little slut, Pretty Boy, but remember that you have to be perfect for the show. It's impressive that Master François has asked you and Nikolai to perform publicly so soon after being certified but it does put pressure on you both to meet his expectations."

"And on you, Sir," I bite my lip cheekily at him, but he just grins again.

"Yes, Dae, and me. And Master Landon. So behave yourself or you'll be getting heavy punishments from three pissed Doms." I gulp at that. He might be smiling, but I know he's not joking. Instead, I try to focus as he walks me through the main steps of the show before fucking me until I'm almost crying in pleasure.

* * * * *

After I get home much later I'm almost crying again. But it's fear this time. Chul-Moo is waiting in my darkened apartment, an ankle crossed over his knee, his almost-black eyes glowering right at me when I flick the light switch on.

"Do you have what I want amkae?"

"Not yet, Chul-Moo. Please, you have to understand, I need time."

"I have to understand nothing, sonyeon. You have a simple job to perform, and, so far, you are letting me down." He stands and approaches me, running a finger down my cheek, making me shudder. "You don't want to let me down, do you, nae salang?"

"No, gyeong."

"Oh! Gyeong? I like that. Perhaps we can incorporate that." He pulls my bag out of my hand, throwing it to one side, turning me so my cheek is pressed against the door, as he slides his hand into my jeans. I thank god I had a long shower before leaving the club, but I know he still won't like what he finds.

"Uff, you're so loose," he complains angrily, "are you letting them fuck you with rolling pins little amkae?" I just shake my head, choosing not to mention the somewhat expansive size of Master Chase's cock that was filling me with so much joy only an hour earlier. Chul-Moo could be blessed with something from a pack mule and I know it still would be incapable of bringing me as much pleasure. It's not what you have, it's how you use it. He proves that now, moving selfishly inside me, totally uncaring of my desire, and I can simply be thankful that, even from earlier in the evening, Master Chase's prep was thorough enough that at least I don't feel physical pain, although the screaming inside my head gets very loud when I feel Chul-Moo's filthy burning seed coat my insides. 

A/N: translations

amkae  - slut

sonyeon - boy

nae salang - my love

gyeong - sir