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“Would you like a break tonight?” Morgan asked as he snapped the kit shut and returned it to its place.

Ollie was so quiet, so still, that Morgan had to look again. That perpetually sad, soft face. Even now, fresh tears welled, trembling just below the lower lids but never falling.

“Well?” Morgan prompted.

“Y—yes. Yes, please. Can…”

The words dissolved into silence.

As much as Morgan didn’t care to have Ollie around, even he had to admit: Ollie’s obedience? It was more than impressive. So clean. Almost near perfection.

If Lex had even a sliver of it…

As if on cue, Lex dropped onto the bed behind him. The springs creaked when he bounced.

“I’m gonna hate this, aren’t I?”

Morgan glanced over his shoulder. “Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll see.”

Lex was still prattling on as Morgan went back to the other room.

“Are you gonna tell me?”

Unzip the suit case.

“I think I’m excited? Should I be excited or… not…”

Ignore Lex.

“Do you care if I put the video on the TV in here?”

Morgan shook his head, chuckling under his breath.

Even if Lex would never be obedient, at least he was perfectly predictable.

Morgan sorted through folded clothes, vinyl pouches, the dull clink of metal shifting inside. It didn’t take long to find what he needed.

Returning to the second bedroom, he perched on the edge of the mattress. The mini wand clicked on with a soft hum.

“Of course there’s functional fucking batteries in it now,” Lex muttered with a snort.

Morgan held out a hand. “Come here.”

Lex climbed into his lap without hesitation. His legs shook as they straddled him, trembling from adrenaline that hadn’t yet found a place to land.

“Face him.”

“Seriously..?” Lex hissed. He glowered at Morgan, lips pulled tight, the flush in his cheeks deepening.

The irritation was cute, but draining.

Lex asked for death, and Morgan gave. But things don’t happen without consequences .

One day— one day— Lex would learn that power always came with balance. That patience was more important than any other virtue.

Maybe.

But Morgan wouldn’t hold his breath.

“You love a distant audience, why not a live one?” Morgan asked, quieter now. “Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

Huffing, Lex twisted—too dramatic. His shoulders knocked into Morgan’s collarbones with more force than necessary.

Morgan pushed the wand between Lex’s thighs, nestled against his cock with ruthless precision.

The first pass made Lex gasp. The sound was sharp, desperate—ripped straight from his throat. He stiffened against Morgan, a full-body shudder running from his shoulders down his spine.

“Morgan, come on… at least let me t-take off my…”

He trailed off, words collapsing into a soft moan when Morgan turned the dial up one notch.

Take off his what, exactly? Pants, more than likely.

Morgan’s jaw ticked. The thought of someone else seeing Lex naked made the sharper, pointier parts of his soul scrape together. Cold steel dragging across glass.

That wasn’t going to happen.

“Public” sex in their car or in an alley—with the low chance of someone seeing—was one thing.

This was another.

Here, if he looked up, he’d find Ollie’s eyes. Nothing happening in this room would go unseen .

The second pass was when the squirming started. Lex’s hands gripped Morgan’s legs, the sheets, his own thighs. The comforter crinkled, rustling in time with Lex’s frantic breathing.

“Don’t touch,” Morgan murmured, voice low against his ear. “You won’t like what happens if you do.”

Lex whimpered. His head moved back and forth until it found a spot near Morgan’s jaw, burrowed there like he could hide from what was happening. Become that ostrich in the sand for just a moment.

“ Don’t like this now ,” he breathed out, but his hips betrayed him. They rocked into the vibrations—too clumsy, too eager—sneakers sliding against the carpet.

The toy kept pulsing. Small, torturous tremors, set to the highest setting. Morgan pressed it harder, digging the pressure in until Lex had no choice but to grind against it.

Lex’s thighs trembled. Every breath hitched, shallower and shallower—until one caught hard in his throat.

“ Fuck , I—I—”

“And then we keep going.”

“ What ?”

Morgan had to bite down on his lip to keep from laughing.

That almost made up for the recent behavior. That startled sound—equal parts horror and disbelief. Adorable. Completely unguarded.

But almost didn’t count.

Morgan had made a promise. And Lex?

Lex deserved everything coming to him .

Lex came with a strangled moan, curse words and Morgan’s name tangling into something unintelligible, slurred through teeth clenched so hard Morgan was sure they’d crack.

Morgan pressed his lips to that damp forehead, tasting the salt and bitter-sweet flavor of Lex.

His mouth lingered there for a beat before he wrapped one leg around Lex’s to cage him still tighter.

The vibrator slid down the underside of Lex’s cock, buzzing along the oversensitive length, then dragged back up.

Lex bucked, toes of his sneakers digging into the carpet. Just like Morgan knew he would, he tried to squirm away.

Then came the pleading.

“N-no. Stop. Stop, stop, stop. F-for the love of god. I’m gonna die .”

Morgan only held him tighter. His free arm curved around Lex’s ribs and pinned him back. Beneath it, Lex’s heart pounded like it wanted out—hard, rapid slams echoing against Morgan’s bones.

“You’re being so dramatic. I promise you’ll live.”

Morgan dragged it out. Again. Again.

The wand circled the head of Lex’s cock, the pulsing rhythm too high, too much.

Lex rolled and twitched in Morgan’s lap, gasping out soft sobs between each exhale.

His hands were slick with sweat when they found Morgan’s, trembling violently.

By the third orgasm, he was completely gone—sobbing now, begging, face blotched and wet, spit trailing down his chin.

“I can’t—I can’t — please —”

Morgan moved one hand up, wrapping it around Lex’s throat. He squeezed. Just a little. Just an anchor. Enough to remind .

“You can do it for me. Show me you have a little more left, Lex. Keep going.”

Lex keened. The sound cracked apart midway. Desperate. Beautiful. Broken.

“Last time,” Morgan whispered, “you didn’t deserve this. But you’ve been such a spoiled little brat this week, haven’t you? All of your snapping and demanding.”

He gripped the vibrator tight, forcing the tip of Lex’s cock against the pulsing head of the toy.

“So here’s your prize, my sweet. So you remember who you belong to when you’re sore tomorrow.”

Lex came one last time—no sound. Just a silent, choking tremble. His whole body crumpled in Morgan’s lap, spent and ruined, like a doll with the stuffing torn out.

Finally, Morgan clicked off the vibrator.

Whether or not Lex was conscious enough to listen…

Debatable.

But, perhaps the lesson would stick all the same.

Somewhere. Deep in the back of Lex’s wild, over-stimulated little brain.

He tucked the vibrator into his jacket pocket, then lifted Lex—one arm under the knees, the other behind his back. Lex’s head lolled forward against his collarbone, breath shallow, lashes sticky with tears. He didn’t speak, didn’t resist. Just whined once when Morgan adjusted his grip.

In the bedroom, Morgan laid him on the sheets and peeled off Lex’s shirt and pants.

Lex twitched, shook his head violently, when Morgan touched the waistband, but leaving them on would’ve done more harm than good.

Morgan pulled the sheet over Lex and sat on the edge of the bed.

He forced the bottle of water into his hand.

“Drink.”

More head shaking. More refusal.

“You’ll dehydrate. Stop fighting me.”

Lex’s fingers barely wrapped around the bottle, but he tried. Morgan helped tilt it to his lips. Half of it dribbled down Lex’s chin. Morgan caught the worst of it with the edge of the sheet.

When he returned to the second room, Ollie hadn’t moved.

Morgan crouched in front Ollie, slowly nudging at the end of the strip so it didn’t catch eyebrows or lashes.

He removed the strip from one eye. Then the other.

Ollie blinked—slow, frantic at first, then faster, as if trying to clear away what he’d just witnessed. But Morgan saw it. That new kind of fear. The kind that lingered.

Morgan smiled.

Lex claimed he wanted control. That he wanted to do the next game. But he hadn’t quite earned that yet.

“Thank you for your attention.”