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"We have only one more step before officiating you as a member of Neozone."

Mark stood with his hands behind his back in a respectful manner while Johnny sat across from him in his office, tapping his nails on the wooden table while his eyes closely inspected Mark's every reaction.

"What would that be, Sir?"

Johnny lets his eyes linger on Mark's smaller but built frame, eyeing him up and down before stopping at his visibly anxious eyes.

"I'll have my name tattooed on your ass."

Mark sputters a bit, mouth opening and closing like a fish, but no words come out. When he kissed his previously normal life goodbye and decided to be part of the Mob, he knew situations like this might arise, hell he had even been expecting to get the Neozone Mob logo tattooed on his back or something like all of the other members of the Mob but–

His boss had taken a special liking to him ever since he had begged Johnny to let him be a part of his Mob, even without any previous training or knowledge on guns and fighting, which was usually the basic requirement.

Mark had stumbled upon Johnny finishing off some guys in the back of an alley while he was on his way to deliver pizza on his trashed motorcycle. A dog's life he lived, struggling to pay the bills.

Mark was at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and that meant that Johnny had to finish him off too. Witnesses are too much of a hassle to deal with.

Mark had begged for his life, he promised his undying loyalty and whatnot to the tall handsome criminal he had never seen before.

When Johnny had just looked at him with something dark in his eyes and told Mark,
"I'll find a use for you," before shooting two guys dead, Mark knew that him getting hard over Johnny cocking a gun meant he was a little fucked up in the head.

Johnny then took Mark under his wing. He had his best men teach him how to fight, how to work with a gun, how to properly hold a knife. Gave Mark his own room, new clothes and honestly a little bit of excitement he had been missing in his previous boring life. He didn't really have friends or family anymore, so it was easy cutting ties and entering this new life knowing he'd have someone – Johnny – caring for him, he’d never had that before and it makes him feel drunk under Johnny's attention.

Johnny liked observing him a lot, Mark noticed. He always sat through Mark's fight lessons when he had the time, and thoroughly enjoyed seeing Mark pinned down by bigger and built men. He liked to see Mark struggle, but always shot blinding smiles his way when Mark managed to win a fight, it made Mark feel tingly on his insides and weirdly proud of himself.

After, he would tend to Mark's wounds and pet his head, telling him he was doing a good job. It felt weird at first, he felt like he was being treated like a dog, but when Johnny kept doing it over and over again… He stopped putting up a fight against the compliments and pets, he just started accepting them in silence.

Mark would go back to his quarters and masturbate furiously in the shower, replaying Johnny's voice in his head telling him, "You did good today."

Mark was something akin to the Mob Boss's pet.

Everyone in the area knew not to mess with Mark, he was Johnny's favorite. They knew not to make a move or look at him for too long if they didn't want their brains spilled on the floor.

Word gets around the Neozone quarters that Mark is sleeping with the boss.

"Did you know Mark sucked Johnny off to be allowed in?"

"I heard Johnny treats him like a sex pet in private and that Mark used to be a hooker."

"He's just Johnny's new plaything."

None of these were true. Ever since Mark joined Neozone six months ago, Johnny had never once laid his hands on Mark, not like that at least, to Mark's displeasure.

Oh, how he desires to be Johnny's whore. He wishes those rumors were true and that Johnny was bending him over his office's desk like people thought he did every day. He's not sure when his feelings evolved to this but every day he's hit with an urge to please Johnny.
Mark yearns for Johnny. He longs to be used like a meaningless pet for his owner. He wants Johnny to close that small gap in their relationship, wants to cross the platonic line Johnny had set early in their relationship, if you could even call it that.

He wants to take whatever Johnny gives him.

Six months.

That's how long they've been doing this. Today Johnny called him into his office to talk about the final test.

Mark wasn't treated like the other members, so of course the tattoo would be different too.

"Y-your name on my ass?"

Johnny leans back in his black leather chair.

"How else will people know you belong to me?"

'Everyone already knows that,' Mark wants to answer but he doesn't say anything so as to not upset Johnny.

Johnny beckons him over to his side, on his knees, just like he likes Mark to sit with him during meetings. It was a bit humiliating but fuck if Mark didn't get off to the humiliation…

Johnny petted Mark's head like he always did after his fighting lessons while looking down at him kneeling next to his chair.

"You're curious why you're not getting the Neozone logo tattooed, right?"

Mark nodded, his eyes meeting Johnny's. That was another thing too, he was the only one allowed to meet Johnny's eyes in the Mob besides Jaehyun and Yuta – Johnny's closest friends.

"Well, that's because you're different. You're not only a member in Neozone," Johnny lets his knuckles caress the high of Mark's cheekbones and the boy can't help but shiver at the end of his Boss's stare, feeling the cold rings of Johnny's fingers grazing against the heated skin of his red cheeks, "You're my property. I Own you and my pet gets my signature on their most private part."

Oh, Gosh.

Mark was painfully hard.

*

Johnny scheduled an appointment with the tattoo artist. He had chosen a vacant day so he could sit through the appointment with Mark, watching him like he always did.

Mark was very on edge the whole week leading up to the appointment. He fingered himself in his room more often than not, thinking about Johnny's hawk eyes on him. He got so loud to the point that Donghyuck, his next door neighbor in the newbies quarters, smacked his fist against the wall screaming at him to shut the fuck up.

Mark came with Johnny's name on his lips.

*

A day before the appointment, Mark made sure to get waxed everywhere. Johnny would be watching him the whole time and he wanted to be as appealing as he could be. Then maybe, just maybe, Johnny would finally get his hands on him the way he'd been craving.

He wakes up on the scheduled day to find a paper bag in front of his room with a 'to Mark' written on the white Calvin Klein package.

He brings it inside and opens it carefully to see a black jockstrap inside along with a note:

'Wear this for our appointment today, I'll pass by the dorms at 11am. Don't be late.

- Johnny'

It wasn't a request, it was a demand.

Mark figures he still has plenty of time to get himself off before Johnny comes to pick him up, it was only 9:57am after all.

*

He barely makes it in time. He should have known better than to finger himself, he always loses track of time when he does that.

It's already 10:50 when he finally checks the time again after cumming for the third time in a row with fingers up his ass. He didn't eat breakfast, he just laid in bed taking the edge off for almost 2 hours.

Mark might be a little hypersexual but that's between him and his sore wrist.

Fuck. Johnny will be here at any moment.

Mark runs to take a quick shower and wash off the residual cum and lube before putting his black jockstrap on. He looks at his ass in the mirror. His ass looks splendid in it and he blushes thinking about if Johnny will think so too. The jockstrap really doesn't hide anything but that's okay, he got waxed for a reason.

When he hops inside Johnny's Porsche he's still a little red in the face and a little dumb from all the time he spent playing with himself.

"You're glowing today."

"Uh, thanks, Sir."

"Had fun earlier?" Johnny gives him a lopsided smirk before starting the engine again. Mark giggles, startled, and looks away. Maybe it was his flushed face and dazed smile that gave him away?

"Yeah, that I did."

"I see…" Johnny drapes one hand over the steering wheel and reaches over to wrap the other around Mark's thigh, strong long fingers digging into his skin, making Mark squirm, still sensitive from his early endeavours. Johnny's touch makes his heart beat a little faster and his thighs snap closed.

"Had any breakfast yet? We still have 40 minutes to kill before we have to be at the studio, we can go to a diner."

"I didn't. I got distracted earlier."

"Yeah, I heard. You do know Donghyuck has started bringing the noise complaints directly to me now, right?"

Oh so it was Lee Donghyuck who gave it away. That bastard.

"He did what?!"

Mark is gonna skin Donghyuck alive with his new knife handling skills when he gets back later.

"I regret giving my phone number to that little shit, all he does is spam my phone with complaints."

"He has your number..?" He tries not to let the jealousy bleed into his words but fails miserably.

Johnny scoffs at Mark. Gosh the younger one is adorable. Johnny wants to eat him up.

"Jealousy looks good on you, but let me be the possessive one, okay?"

Mark has embarrassed himself, hasn't he?

"Nah– It's not like that, uh, sorry."

Johnny takes a left turn, pulling up at a diner.

"It's okay. That means my pet is still interested in me." How could he not be? Johnny walks around looking like a greek god, tattooed body sculpted and with a dark dominant energy… He's been the main character in Mark's daydreams – and wet dreams – ever since he threatened to shoot him dead. "But I guess my step brother needs to have my contact info otherwise we can't schedule family meetings. Believe me, I wish he didn't have it. If I have to hear Donghyuck whining about being put in newbie quarters one more time I'm making him deal crack one street away from a police station." Johnny laughs at his own joke.

Oh.

Step brother?

Okay Mark feels even stupider now.

*

It's embarrassing.

Being laid down ass up on a tattoo table with your butt cheeks out for the world to see. Well, not really the world, only Johnny and the tattoo artist.

Ten, was his name. He was a bit shorter than Mark and his arms and neck were filled with tattoos.

Johnny had introduced them earlier, and apparently, Ten was responsible for Johnny's arm pieces and his back tattoo too. A truly remarkable work, indeed.

"You see Mark, I don't really work with lettering–" Ten began explaining while cleaning the area to be tattooed, "I usually work with bold lines, as you can see from my artworks on Johnny and– oh? You're already waxed, that's good, it saves me time, material, and some awkward shaving haha." Mark nodded at him, glancing up at Johnny who sat to his right and lifted one eyebrow at the mention of his intimate waxing job. "–anyway, big boy over there asked me to do him a favor since you're his favorite pet–" Ten carefully applied the stencil of Johnny's signature on the lower half of his left ass cheek. Johnny scoffed at Ten's rambling. "–and he doesn't trust just anyone to touch you."

Mark blushed furiously at that. He knew Johnny was possessive of him but having it laid out to him like that got him a little hot under his shirt collar.

"Is that so?"

"Mmhm and he threatened to kill my family if I mess up this tattoo!" It could have been a true statement, knowing Johnny and his homicidal tendencies, but the laugh Ten lets out indicates it's a joke so Mark laughs along.

"Okay, the stencil is on. Johnny? Care to come and check if it's to your liking one last time?"

Mark watches as Johnny walks over to stare at his ass. It's involuntary, the way Mark clenches from being observed, after all his hole was… Right there for Ten and Johnny to see. It was a bit nerve wracking and he's pretty sure he's still tender, red and stretched from earlier and Johnny can probably see that.

Sensing his nervousness, Johnny caresses his right butt cheek, telling him to relax. Mark almost feels dizzy from the attention and the gentle way Johnny handles him. It's so different from the way Johnny treats anyone else around him, almost like Mark is made of porcelain and could break at any moment.

Mark is definitely not made of porcelain, but he still wants to be shattered by him.

Mark inhales sharply one more time before letting out all the air he'd been holding in his lungs, completely sagging against the tattoo table.

"Yeah, I really like the placement."

"Okay, I'll start then."

Johnny returns to the chair on Mark's right.

"Are you okay, Markie?"

"No, this is scary. I've never had a tattoo done before and when I was researching I found out that the ass is literally one of the most painful areas to have tattooed."

His nose scrunched up adorably.

Johnny giggles – fucking giggles – at Mark's mannerisms. Johnny was also pretty fucking cute for a man who had a body count so high, and not just his sex related body count. His eye whiskers gave away his age, but they also made him look younger when he laughed, so it was a constant whiplash for Mark.

"I'll be here with you the whole time, I'll even hold your hand if you need to but, really, as someone who has two thirds of my body tattooed… It really isn't as bad as people make it sound."

Mark scoffs.

"Yeah you say that, but I'm really sensitive," Mark startles a little at the sound of the tattoo machine starting.

Johnny grins at that new piece of information.

"Are you, now?" Mark nods, looking up through his lashes coyly.

'I'm gonna get this dick today or so help me God' is what he told himself after every time he threw ‘fuck me eyes’ Johnny's way.

"Good to know."

Mark yelps at the first touch of needles to his skin.

It hurt.

It hurt like a bitch.

He couldn't even hold his whimpers as Ten began. Mark is known for being loud but this– this is embarrassing. Two minutes in and he already has tears gathering in his eyes as Ten goes to town on his ass, and not in a good way.

"Stop clenching your butt, Mark. It'll hurt even more. Relax."

Mark wishes he could relax but his breathing was a little ragged already and his vision was blurred by tears. He couldn't stop quivering in pain.

'How does anyone do this? How does Johnny have half his body tattooed if the pain is this bad?'

His thoughts are interrupted by a finger hooking under his chin, tilting his head and making him look up with shiny eyes.

"Relax for me, pet."

It's almost as if Johnny put a spell on him, like he can't physically disobey his boss even though he feels like he's getting murdered through his ass.

His whole body sags against the tattoo bed. Johnny keeps his hand on Mark's head, petting him like someone would while trying to appease a scared dog at the vet. Then he mutters, "Good boy," and Mark is done for.

He can only close his eyes and pray his boner goes away before the tattoo is done. Being praised by Johnny while he moans and whimpers in pain with his ass out was something he did not expect to enjoy, but here they are.

Johnny looks so unaffected by the situation as Mark trembles under his hands and thinks about how he's the only one exposed in this situation. Johnny just stands there looking down at him with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

'He's breaking me, this is the start,' that thought makes him want to vibrate out of his own skin in horniness.

He's just Johnny's pet and Mark would bend and crumble for him in the blink of an eye and enjoy every second of it.

Ten occasionally lifts his face out of his ass to look up and ask if he's still okay, if he's still breathing and, jokingly, if he's still alive.

Mark thinks he's dead, he died and is now in a messed up limbo between heaven and hell.

Hell is the way his ass burns, heaven is the weight of Johnny's hand on his head.

"Yeah, I'm more than okay."

His answer would have been more believable if his voice didn't crack midway.

*

Trying to pray his hard on away didn't work when Johnny kept his hands on him the whole appointment.

By the time Ten was done with him, one hour later, he was rock hard and twitching where he was pressed against the tattoo table.

He was too embarrassed to move, they would know the moment he stood up.

Mark now has Johnny's mark, Johnny's signature on his ass. It was exciting and he didn't know what to expect next. Would Johnny finally fucking touch him? He already had his mark on his body, so why not just claim him whole already?

"I wanna take a picture of it."

Johnny is taking a picture of his ass? Okay, okay. Cool.

"Neat."

Mark is so lame. Neat?!?

Apart from the humiliation of having to stand up and basically flash Johnny and Ten his boner, he now had to bend over a little on the table for Johnny to photograph his signature tattooed boldly on his ass.

Mark moved awkwardly, trying to hide his dick, but the ridiculous jockstrap did nothing to hide the tent.

Ten looked awfully amused at them while putting away all his material and disposable gloves. He snorted at Mark's obvious arousal about being owned. Johnny would have a good time with this pet, he thought.

"Okay, Mark. Remember to hydrate really well these next few days. No pig meat or seafood for at least fifteen days and avoid alcohol for twenty four hours. No sun exposure directly to the tattoo even though I'm pretty sure you won't be walking around with your ass hanging out–" Ten glances at Johnny, "Unless big guy here makes you," he laughs at his own joke. "Just kidding. Also, no cum rubbed into that area for God's sake, and no flavored lube if you'll be getting up to what I think you will."

Mark felt his face burn in shame as Johnny mutters, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Your tattoo will itch for at least a week while it's in the first process of healing, please do not scratch it and rub vaseline or just sunflower oil on it if it gets to be too much. Got any questions?"

Can you leave the room so Johnny can bend me and fuck me over the tattoo bed?

"Nope."

"Good, ask Johnny to text me if you have any problems while healing. I always check my phone between appointments. I'm gonna throw the garbage out, but feel free to put some clothes on while I do so, I'll be back in five minutes. Oh! And for at least a week it would be wise to not sit directly on your tattoo and go commando for a while."

Going commando. Got it.

Johnny leans over to Ten for a firm handshake.

"Thanks Ten, I already deposited the money in your account. We'll keep in touch in case anything happens."

Ten replies with a simple, "No problem, sweetie," before heading out of the room quickly.

Now it's just Mark, Johnny, and Mark's obvious boner in the room.

"Bend over."

Mark does so without questioning.

He hears the click of a camera before curving his back even more and pushing his ass out while looking back over his shoulder to look even more appealing.

"Like this?" He whispers. It's obvious he's trying to seduce Johnny and by the way he smirks knowingly, Johnny can tell. Mark is too cute.

And he's Johnny's now.

Johnny orders, "Spread your legs a little more," while manhandling him into leaning his forearms on the table while pushing his back to curve even more. It had to be uncomfortable, but he loved to see Mark struggling to keep the position while Johnny fished his phone out of his back pocket and used the other hand to spread Mark's cheeks apart just for fun. He really didn't need to do that to take the picture but who cares? Mark's his property now, officially. If he wants to take a picture of his hole to keep for himself Mark's surely not going to stop him.

And yes, that is what it was, just an excuse to take a picture of Mark Lee's spread ass.

Mark didn't seem to mind if the way he was blushing staring back at Johnny with unfocused eyes, looking 5 seconds away from begging Johnny to fuck him was any indication.

Johnny wouldn't. Not today.

After a final click from the phone's camera Johnny, unfortunately, let go of his ass with only a final pat to the cheek that wasn't tattooed.

"We're done here. Get dressed."

Mark's back was straight in a second.

"What? I- I thought you! Uh, we were…"

Mark was flustered to say the least, how could Johnny do this?! Get him hard and leaking, give him a small taste of what being with him would feel like and then… Just fucking stop.

Johnny just gave him an amused look, putting his phone back inside his pocket while lifting one eyebrow Mark's way.

"Oh, you thought so? Too bad, baby. Put your pants on, we're heading out."

Mark's mind took a few seconds to register the order before nodding and following.

"Good boy."

The broken moan Mark lets out is ignored by Johnny who just walks out the door like nothing happening, just expecting Mark to follow behind him.

Mark follows behind.

*

"What do you mean he hasn't fucked you yet?"

Liu Yangyang, a recently initiated member, scoffed at him. Everyone and their mom seems to think they're fucking but… They're not! Unfortunately.

"It means he hasn't fucked me yet, for some reason."

"You had his signature tattooed on your ass yesterday. By this time I thought you'd be limping back to your headquarters and not on my dealing corner complaining about not getting any dick."

Mark sadly chews on his bottom lip, leaning against a lightpost while Yangyang exchanges weed for some cash with a random pothead that approached them earlier looking for "something fun".

It's a good thing this time they didn't mistake Yangyang for a hooker, last time he had to punch a guy who got too handsy with him and the aftermath wasn't fun.

"Like, you can't judge me, I don't see you limping around for Renjun either and I don't comment on that."

Yangyang pockets the money.

"That's because he's the one limping, you fool."

Mark scoffs at that.

"Yeah, right. Anyway, I can't believe I went through the trouble of waxing down to my asshole only to get zero action, none, nada."

"TMI, dude. TMI."

"Please, I've had to hear worse from you about your weird ass tentacle fantasies so you're gonna have to hear about my waxing experiences and–" Mark's phone vibrates in his pocket, "Oh! It's Johnny."

He doesn't waste time picking it up. He tries to breathe a little to regain his composure.

"Hello, Sir."

"Mark, It's 11p.m. and the phone tracker app says you're not in your room."

Ah, yes. That was a thing. Johnny had an app that kept track of Mark's phone. It's like a tracking collar, except on his phone, or so Johnny had told him. Like an actual pet. Hot.

"Ah, yes, Sir. I'm at Yangyang's corner tonight, sorry I didn't tell you."

"Mm, be careful. Don't want you getting caught by the cops, I'd have to bribe a lot of people to get you out."

Mark winces a little at the thought of getting arrested. He doesn't want that, but he feels safe knowing Johnny has his back.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind. Is there something you need, Sir? Or were you just worried about me…?"

The question hangs in the air and Mark grips his phone harder, tummy fluttering when Johnny breathes a laugh into the phone.

"A good owner is always worried about their pet, no?"

Yangyang looks at him in disgust, making fake gagging noises and commenting on how Mark is almost leaking on the floor before Mark kicks him in the shin.

"I suppose so."

Silence.

"So, how's the tattoo healing?"

They still haven't talked about what happened in Ten's tattoo studio, about the line they never crossed and if it’s up to Johnny, they probably never will.

"It's very itchy. I've been using vaseline to help with the itch but it's not cutting it, I guess. I also can't sit properly."

Johnny hums, it's such a pleasing sound. Mark wants to fall asleep to his sounds.

"Come by my office tomorrow during lunchtime and we can order in. I have some leftover sunflower oil from my own tattoos and I can give it to you."

"Oh, I can just buy it myself. It's okay, Sir. I don't wanna bother you. I know you've been busy–"

"I'm not asking. I'm telling you."

Mark could cum on the spot.

"Be here by 12:45. I'll be waiting for you."

It's all Johnny says before ending the call.

"He'll be waiting for me."

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There's a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Mark walks into Johnny's office and immediately smiles when he sees his Boss.

"Hi, Johnny!"

On good days Johnny didn't mind the slip up, Mark was supposed to call him Sir or Mr. Suh like every other person working under him. Johnny, truth be told, liked having the younger say his name like this, only close friends and his brother were allowed to call him Johnny.

"Hey, Markie. I ordered us some food just now."

"Cool."

Mark walked to his usual spot, kneeling next to Johnny. As if on reflex Johnny rests his hand on Mark's head, stroking his hair while Mark basks in the attention, coochie eyes in full effect. Johnny's eyes linger on Mark's pretty collarbones when his shirt slips to the side showing the unblemished skin begging to be marked. He'll have to do something about that some other time. He was only wearing a simple black shirt and loose grey sweatpants so his tattoo could breathe properly during the healing time, forgoing underwear completely. But Johnny didn't know about his lack of underwear, at least not yet. Mark's head was tilted back as he looked up and Johnny's eyes immediately fell to his neck, pretty. It would look even prettier with a collar around it.

"So how's your tattoo? Still itchy?"

Mark nods, "Itchy as fuck, sir. I feel like clawing my skin off." Johnny laughs at that.

"We can't have that. Up, let me rub some of that oil I told you about on it."

Mark's eyebrows shoot up.

"W-wait, dude. You're rubbing it on me? I thought you were just going to lend me some."

Johnny only taps the top of his thighs, beckoning him closer and says, "Just making sure my pet does it properly," while making direct eye contact with Mark.

Something inside Mark burned with desire. He was going crazy, he wanted Johnny so much, so bad. He wanted to be touched and marked over and over again. The possessive edge of every word Johnny directed to him always kept him on his toes. He needs Johnny.

"Come here, sweetheart."

Mark climbs into Johnny's lap, straddling his thighs, hovering over Johnny while looking down with hooded eyes, trying to convey some of his desire towards the older man.

Johnny takes the liberty of running his hands up Mark's thighs, still covered by sweats. Johnny smells so good from this distance, it's the closest they have been, and Mark just wants to shove his face into Johnny's neck and inhale him whole. He doesn't. He sits still like a good boy letting Johnny cop a feel.

Johnny's hands caress him up to his ass, as gentle as always. Mark wishes he was a little rouger.

In opposition to Mark's wishes, Johnny drops a soft kiss to his sternum. Mark's heart skips a beat and his breath stutters.

If Johnny looked down now he'd see Mark tenting in his grey sweatpants. It really didn't hide anything and he can only hope he doesn't get a stain on the front; it'd be awkward to walk out of Johnny's office later with an obvious stain.

The way Johnny looks at his body is intense as he pushes Mark's sweats down, leaving him exposed in Johnny's office.

Dick hard and leaking, it hits his still clothed stomach, making him twitch in Johnny's lap. His ass was out too, if someone walked in on them right now they would get a whole vision of Mark's naked and tattooed ass. Hole, balls, everything.

Johnny doesn't make any motion to touch Mark where he's dripping. It's okay, Mark doesn't mind if he just uses his hole and then walks away later. He just wants to sit on that cock. He has learned to come untouched from the amount of past hookups that didn't bother to touch his dick at all, so it wouldn't be a problem if Johnny was that type of guy.

Mark leans in for a kiss and–

Johnny dodges him.

Uh.

Okay.

That's a little embarrassing.

The younger one just buries his face in Johnny's tattooed neck. He smells of sandalwood. Johnny lets him and doesn't comment on his whining.

It's all going so slow. Why won't Johnny just stick his dick in him?!

Mark is starting to become impatient and Johnny seems to pick up on it. He uses one of his hands to soothe Mark's eagerness, stroking over his back, while the other hand opens the bottle of oil.

Finally! Mark has been waiting for this for a long time. Johnny was about to finger him and this whole 'let me rub oil on your ass' is just an excuse to fuck Mark, right?

Wrong.

With oiled up fingers Johnny strokes over his tattoo. Mark can't help the confused little noise that escapes his mouth.

What?

It feels quite good. The warm oil soothes the itch and Mark's body feels so finely-tuned and strained that every touch Johnny gives him might be the one that makes him snap. Johnny is playing with him again, giving him a taste of what he could have and then pulling away the treat like he's trying to either teach him a lesson or humiliate him, Mark is still not sure which one it is.

It's time to push back, be a little rebellious to see if he can get anything out of it, and so Mark – hugging Johnny's middle, with his face still tucked in his Boss's neck and cock trapped between himself and Johnny's hard clothed abs – decides to do what he's been doing best lately and push his luck.

Mark grinds down on Johnny, letting his cock smear precum all over the man's white dress shirt. Johnny was dressed surprisingly formally compared to what he usually wears and it makes Mark wonder for a moment if he had meetings earlier or if he'll have them later this afternoon.

Mark's concerns are practically confirmed when Johnny's hands on his body freeze and he tsks in annoyance in a way that makes Mark stop his ministrations immediately in fear of the powerful man who could snap him in half at any given opportunity.

Johnny sighs audibly, reclining back in his chair making Mark untuck his head and look at his displeased face.

"What am I going to do with you, Markie? Look at the mess you're making. I have a meeting later and you're acting like a bitch in heat, getting wet and leaking all over my shirt."

Mark is ashamed, he's getting scolded instead of fucked, but fuck… he's beyond frustrated. He hasn't had sex since he's joined the mob because the only time he tried to get it on with a coworker, said coworker was found dead in a ditch a few hours later. Poor Baekhyun was such a nice dude, Mark will miss him.

It was a clear message from Johnny to all of his underlings: Do not touch what is mine. And a clear message for Mark: I'm the only one that gets to have you like this.

And it has been like that for months. Mark Lee only had his hand and his dildos to satisfy him since his Boss was having too much fun edging him and making him slowly descend into madness. Johnny was all he could think about for months. It was almost as if Johnny did it on purpose to condition Mark to be this obsessed with him, but Mark doesn’t care, he wants Johnny and he knows Johnny wants him too. What had started as admiration for the hot older man slowly turned into an obsession and Mark feels groundless when he's denied the pleasure he seeks. It's off-putting, but it makes him want Johnny even more.

Still, the humiliation and the negative reaction makes him emotional. He can barely look Johnny in the eyes right now when he knows his ears are flaming red and his eyes are tearful from not getting what he wants. His plans backfired.

"Do I need to train you, is that it? Have you locked in a cage so you'll learn how to properly obey me?"

Mark's eyes are as wide as saucers and he quietly shakes his head no. His face must show the guilt consuming him inside because Johnny tips Mark's head up again with faux gentle fingers – ones that could slap him as easily as caress his skin – to stare him down, observing his high cheekbones and regretful eyes only to sigh once again before bringing his other hand down hard on Mark's right buttock, the non-tattooed one, making the boy cry out in surprise and tip forward, hiding his face against Johnny's shoulders in shame.

Johnny's hand imprint sits red on his skin and now there's no way Mark will be able to sit this week from the abuse his ass has endured these last few days.

"I'll only give you this one as a warning since you're usually such a good obedient boy. I'm not sure what came over you today, baby, but I'll train the brattiness out of you if I have to." Johnny hugs and caresses Mark's back while his pet starts sobbing quietly, staining his white shirt even more, but Johnny doesn't comment on it this time. "It's okay, you're okay now. You took your warning well. My poor baby…" he forcefully turns Mark to face him, "Such a dumb little mutt…You don't know any better, do you?" Mark shakes his head no, sniffing, trying to hold back a fresh wave of tears at being talked down to like this. The humiliation burns deep in his chest and his erection flags miserably, but his head feels fuzzy in a way it hadn't ever before and Johnny is here to pick his pieces back up again.

He stays on Johnny's lap, bottom half naked, cuddling and silently crying until he physically can't cry anymore while Johnny coos at and comforts him, hands caressing every bit of his body.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I won't do that again."

"There's the good boy I know. If you pull something like this again your punishment won't be half as light or short as this one."

Mark nods in understanding.

"And Mark?"

Mark's voice sounds wet.

"Yes?"

"I might give you privileges compared to the rest of your coworkers but that doesn't mean you can go around doing whatever you want."

Mark nods, still hiding, but Johnny uses both hands to force Mark into an unwavering eye contact. He has a harsh look on his face and his voice is dead serious.

"You're still my bitch and my pet's place is right below me. You do what I say, you go where I tell you to, and you do not question me. Know your place."

Mark couldn't look away even if he wanted to, not with the grip Johnny had on his face and in his heart.

"I spared your life and I could just as easily take it away."

"I understand, sir."

*

Mark Lee didn't understand.

He was up to something once again. If offering himself up to Johnny and getting naked on his lap didn't work like he wanted to, maybe making him jealous would.

Maybe Mark is crazy, maybe he doesn't have anything to live for anymore besides Johnny, or maybe he just has a death wish, because showing up on a friday night in one of Johnny's many clubs to flirt around would definitely get him in trouble.

The Mad City Club was Johnny's biggest and most prized club, and everything going on in there was anything but legal. What happened in the backrooms, stayed in the backrooms. From tax fraud to drug use and illegal prostitution, everything went down inside the tall walls of Mad City.

Mark has unlimited access to all of Johnny's clubs, but he usually didn't take advantage of that privilege, being the homebody that he is.

Today is different. Mark knows Johnny's schedule like the back of his hand, Johnny always makes sure to keep him updated. Today is Friday, which means Johnny takes a well deserved rest at his favorite club in the V.I.P elevated area, looking over the dance floor from above.

Mark for once doesn't text Johnny telling him his night plans, which doesn't mean he doesn't know his exact location since Johnny can just check the phone tracker app, but his boss still sends a displeased message asking Mark why he's not answering his messages.

Mark's bad choices led him to the dance floor of the Mad City Club, making direct eye contact with his boss who was sitting on the top floor while he let some stranger grind on him from behind.

Mark is not new to the art of seduction, he's had plenty of partners in his life before, but he also never had to ask for their time, people just naturally flock his way demanding attention. Mark Lee is a magnet to people around him and Johnny notices that when Mark lets the random stranger grope his whole body on the dancefloor. It's an infuriating sight and Johnny wants to chop the dude's dick off and make him swallow it, choke and die.

He would have to schedule that for later that night.

When Mark stepped out of his apartment earlier he had set his mind on doing anything to get a piece of Johnny. Be it dressing like an actual whore with a black long sleeved mesh shirt that showcased his brownish nipples and slim-fit body just right or wearing the shortest dark blue jean skirt from the women's section of some trendy Y2K online store he found weeks ago that contrasted his skin just right.

It's been 15 days since he had the tattoo done, and while the skin didn't itch as badly anymore, he still wanted some breeze for his new tattoo, so he paired the skirt with the black jockstrap Johnny gifted him. He's been going commando the past few days but he can't really do that with a skirt that reaches only a few centimeters past his butt cheeks, so for the sake of public decency he puts on the jockstrap that keeps his balls in place.

His outfit is paired with knee-high black heeled boots and a shimmery eye makeup that made him look delectable, and that's why the strangers around him on the dancefloor wanted a piece of his ass. Mark hadn't been touched for so long, he can't help but get aroused when someone gropes his thigh, or when some other stranger runs their hands up his chest, all while Johnny watches from afar. The bass boosting in the club and the crazy colorful lights make him a little dizzy, but not dizzy enough to kiss the stranger in front of him when they lean forward. Mark didn't want to kiss anyone but Johnny so he avoids the kiss and gently pushes them away.

When Mark looks up to the V.I.P. area, Johnny looks furious sitting there observing his every move as if daring Mark to do something he'll regret. Even from afar Mark can see the way Johnny's hands grip the drink he's holding and maybe if he clutched it any tighter it would break. The rhythmic tapping of Johnny's foot gives away his annoyance.

It's working. Johnny's jealous.

Mark grins to himself at how visibly affected he made Johnny, a change from how things usually go for them.

It's still a wonder Johnny hasn't come down and dragged him away from the hands of the dancing strangers around him.

Well, that means he's gotta push his luck just a little bit more.

And so Mark throws the rest of his drink back and grabs the first person he sees, gripping their shirt bringing them closer and closer, he's only a few centimeters away from kissing a stranger when he feels a light tap on his shoulder. He lets go of the stranger and looks back at the body guard that usually accompanies Johnny in the V.I.P room.

"Mark Lee? Mr. Suh is waiting for you in the V.I.P. area."

*

"Mark, did you know I was an only child for the longest time?"

Mark is kneeling between Johnny's long spread legs, grinning hard where he sits on his heels.

Johnny didn't say much after the bodyguard guided Mark towards him. He just ordered Mark to kneel and proceeded to finish his drink. Whiskey on the rocks, like always. Mark knew that since Johnny often would order him to serve him back in his office.

It was almost scary how unusually silent Johnny was being. Johnny doesn't take being challenged well, but he certainly doesn't lose challenges, so seeing him just sit back and drink quietly, observing him, makes Mark anxious.

He expected a big reaction, he expected Johnny to shoot the people he'd been dancing with dead in the middle of the dance floor. He expected shouting and maybe for Johnny to spank him on the ass again, but this time harder.

Mark didn't expect to be ignored yet again.

No matter what he does he can't seem to push Johnny to do what he wishes.

"What about Hyuck? I thought you grew up together-"

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

He usually didn't need that.

"Uh sorry I-" Johnny’s eyebrow shot up and that was enough to make Mark’s mouth snap shut.

"He was raised in another home, he never lived with me, and to be honest we never had a lot in common, he was just a child of one of my father's side whores. We only got in touch after Father's funeral, when he asked to join Neozone." That explains how unattached to Donghyuck Johnny is, but Mark is still not sure where Johnny is going with this.

"But what I mean by this is that I don't share well. I've never had to share and I sure as hell am not planning to start doing so." His boss was now glaring at him.

"I thought I was very clear last week when I told you to not go against my orders."

"You never gave me direct orders against going out and having fun."

In a split second Mark has a gun to his forehead.

"I'll repeat this one more time: I did not give you permission to speak."

Johnny has that look in his eyes Mark had only seen every time he was about to shoot someone dead.

Mark was hard again and his short skirt didn't hide a thing.

"Do you have a death wish, Markie? Last week you were behaving just fine, but now you're always going against my orders. I might actually have to put you in a cage. I'll train you and you won't be able to disobey me anymore once I'm done with you."

More. Mark wanted more. He wanted to tip Johnny over the edge and make him either kill him or fuck him.

"You never touch me so I had to take drastic measures, Sir."

Johnny cocks the gun and in an involuntary response Mark moans loudly, spreading his knees on the floor even more. Surely Johnny has taken notice of his aroused state by now.

"You're sick." Johnny looks disgusted and he spits in Mark's face.

Mark feels like his dick could cut through a diamond.

"For you I am." Mark smiled in the face of danger.

Johnny isn't any better than him, and he would be a hypocrite to shame Mark for being fucked up.

"Please fuck me."

Johnny snorts.

"You think you deserve it after misbehaving like that?"

Johnny runs the barrel of his gun down Mark's cheeks as if caressing him. He uses the tip of the gun to tilt Mark's chin up. The eye contact is intense and Mark has to look away first in submission when Johnny's eyes prove themselves to be relentless.

Johnny is pleased that Mark seems to not have forgotten his place completely.

"I asked you a question."

Mark shakes his head.

"I'll give you something else instead. It seems I've been neglecting my pet lately and now I have to make up for it somehow."

The faux sympathy in his words is whimsical, but there's nothing playful about the way the gun runs down Mark's neck.

The barrel is cold and Mark shivers, closing his eyes.

"I like your outfit."

Mark nods in acknowledgement but he's too distracted by the way his boss runs the gun down his body. He yelps when Johnny rubs it against his nipples which are almost completely exposed by his mesh shirt.

His nipples are his weak spot, and Mark trembles when Johnny keeps on stimulating them. His thighs are unsteady and his moans could surely be heard throughout the V.I.P. area.

The other patrons did not seem to mind a trembling and hard Mark kneeling on the floor since he was accompanying the Johnny Suh.

"Please."

He doesn't really know what he's begging for. Maybe for a touch, for release. His dick poking through the skirt wasn't subtle at all and Johnny laughs at him, a full on cackle when he uses his shoe to lift the skirt completely and reveal Mark's poorly hidden cock still covered by the black jockstrap.

"You're almost pitiful."

Mark knows that. He's so horny he would lick the club's nasty floor if Johnny asked him to.

Johnny taps the barrel against Mark's parted lips.

"Let me occupy that mouth of yours since you can't keep silent."

Mark gets the message and opens up beautifully for him. Mark's pretty pink tongue licks the edge of the barrel as if to mirror what he would do to Johnny's cock if Johnny gave him the chance. He's humiliated, but still set on convincing Johnny to fuck him, so he keeps his eyes hooded and mouth open, inviting.

"Who do you think you are? Letting them touch what's mine."

Johnny slowly slides the gun barrel inside Mark's mouth. Mark's lips stretch like he was taking an actual cock and not a cold piece of metal.

"If you plan on acting like a desperate little bitch, I'll make sure to treat you like one."

Oh god, Mark hoped that meant Johnny would fuck him with abandon, but there's always a twist when it comes to Johnny Suh.

Johnny slowly fucks the barrel in and out of Mark's plaint mouth. Mark's eyes are watering already and the way Johnny forces the gun past his gag reflex makes his stomach tighten and his dick twitch. Johnny presses the bottom of his shoe to Mark's pathetic cock making the boy whimper with a mouthful of metal.

"Let's play a game, Markie."

Huh?

"This gun's cylinder holds six bullets, but it's currently loaded with only two. If you let me shoot, and it doesn't have a bullet, I'll let you get off using my feet like a good pet."

Mark whines something along the lines of 'but I want your cock,' but it's muffled around the gun fucking in and out of his mouth. Johnny pulls it out and strikes Mark across his face with his empty hand. It was all so sudden Mark's head whipped to the left with the force of the blow.

Johnny's never done this to him before. Even if his rage is contained, it means Mark has really done it this time and actually pissed Johnny off.

He's shocked to say the least. His right cheek burns and blooms a violent red, his eyes prinkle with tears, and he's suddenly in that same fuzzy state of mind he was in back at Johnny's office after one spanking.

"You're in no place to make demands."

Mark nods, sniffling.

"Good pet." Johnny strokes Mark's hair soothingly when he sees Mark has learned his lesson about not talking back unless given permission. It almost feels like a treat. He feels like a dog in training.

"What do you say? Are you up for the challenge? I won't touch you if you say no, so you have a way out."

Mark feels a tear run down his face. He's conflicted. He doesn't really have anything to lose.

Okay maybe he's just horny, but the idea that Johnny could actually shoot him dead makes his dick leak against his will, and with his fuzzy mind he would agree to anything Johnny said right now.

And so he agreed.

Johnny uncocks the gun and spins the cylinder. Mark now understands the thrill of playing Russian roulette.

Johnny cocks it again when it stops spinning. The way Johnny smoothly handles a gun is almost hypnotizing, he looks so hot Mark could cry.

"Open up."

Johnny places the barrel between his lips again and shoves it inside roughly, triggering his gag reflex. Mark struggles to keep breathing while Johnny looks 2 seconds away from palming himself to Mark's agony.

"I'll count to three."

Mark nods as well as he can with a gun in his mouth.

"One."

Mark’s jockstrap was completely soaked through with precum by now.

"Two."

He can't believe he's doing this.

"Three."

He could cum untouched right the fuck now.

Johnny pulls the trigger.

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The gun was never loaded to begin with. But Mark doesn't need to know that.

The boy relaxes his whole body against Johnny's leg, gasping and panting as if he’d run a marathon.

"Good pet. Want your reward now?" Johnny lets the barrel slide out of Mark's open mouth, watching the excess saliva drip down his chin.

Even though Mark Lee is not dead, he feels like his soul left his body for a few seconds.

"Please!"

Mark is on the verge of tears, but his dick is still hard from the adrenaline of almost being shot dead. Johnny was one crazy motherfucker, but Mark was too valuable for Johnny to get rid of, the boy was his pet after all and even if Mark went repeatedly against his orders, it's nothing a little training couldn't fix.

The unloaded gun should have been noticed by Mark if his gun training was worth anything, but Mark’s head was so floaty he never bothered to check. Well, it's not like Johnny would bother to tell him now anyway.

A scared pet is an obedient pet. But a trained pet is a loyal one.

Johnny could fix Mark using a domestic training with a basic reward system:

1.You do what you're told, you get a treat.

2.You go against orders, you get a punishment.

3.You receive your punishment well, you get a reward.

Mark has received his punishment well, it's time for a reward.

Johnny for the first time ever since starting his sadistic game of physical and emotional edging with Mark seemingly lets Mark have his way. "Go at it." Johnny presses the heel of his boot against Mark's hard cock, leaking through his underwear. Mark's body almost convulses, curving like a comma and the boy pants and squirms in place before fully grasping the meaning of Johnny's words.

Johnny gave him the green light, and in this room full of people watching Mark on his knees, he tucks his face against Johnny's strong thigh and fucks forward. Mark's face is bright red and the sweet mixture between humiliation and sensuality of this situation made it hard for him to breathe, so he’s left panting like a dog while humping his owner's expensive leather boot.

"You're doing so well, pet. Keep going." One could forget about Mark's previous gun facefucking punishment by the way his owner treats him so well after. It keeps Mark on edge knowing Johnny hits just as hard as he caresses.

Johnny pets his head and scratches right behind his ear and Mark feels his whole body tremble from how turned on he feels. In the back of his mind he wonders if someone slipped something in his drink for him to be this desperate tonight, but he knows that's just the effect of Johnny Suh on him and no drug can compare to the feeling of being under this man's strong hands.

The contact on his cock and the heel of Johnny's boots is frustrating, maddening. It's not that good and that's what gets him off, being treated like his pleasure didn't matter that much, like he's here only for Johnny's and his patrons’ viewing pleasure. His cock rubs against the sole of Johnny's shoe and the humiliation strikes him across the face as hard as Johnny's hands had. He wants to come so desperately that it hurts. The stimulus on his cock is not nearly enough to feel truly good, though it's just enough to have him seconds away from cumming.

It's delicious yet he feels mortified when he senses all the eyes in the V.I.P. lounge on him.
Mark’s loud cries could be heard even over the blasting music.

"Show them what a desperate little fuck toy you long to be. You want me so bad, baby. Isn't that right? I know you do." Johnny's words went straight to his cock and Johnny's every touch left a burning sensation behind. His face and hair constantly being caressed as if he were a dog getting scratches, Mark nuzzles the hands that play with his fate.

"Are you gonna cum on my boot like a fucking dog? Is that what you are? Just a bitch in heat that wants to be touched so badly…"

"Nhgnn."

His words were less than coherent but his brain was scattered all over the place. What even are words anyway? He may or may not resort to barking to express his emotions from now on. He wouldn't, not yet at least.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure to treat you like you deserve, once you're properly trained, that is. You want my cock so bad, don't you? You're gonna have to work for it, baby."

Mark moans. Yes. He wants Johnny's cock so bad. In his mouth, splitting him open, rubbed all over his face. He wants Johnny's hands all over him and inside him. He wants to be stuffed so full of Johnny he can barely think.

Mark ruts down on Johnny's feet like he’s trying to breed his fucking boot and that thought makes him cackle like a manic for a few seconds while Johnny looks down at his strange little pet, so desperate, so horny, so… Fucked up in the head, honestly.

Mark was perfect for him.

Mark's eyes meet Johnny's and a needy little whine unconsciously leaves his mouth, there was no holding it back when his owner looked this intense at him. Mark's cries get louder and his hips stutter signaling his nearing climax. All it takes is Johnny lacing his fingers through Mark's silky brown hair, and pulling so hard Mark bares his neck for him as he says firmly, "Come for me, pet." Mark lets go and comes undone right before Johnny's eyes.

He bucks his hips forwards riding his high and smearing his cum on the underside of Johnny's boots, wetting the sole with it.

Johnny milks him by rubbing back and Mark thinks it's too much, too much , but he can’t get enough. He's been waiting for so long that he's willing to take the overstimulation, he's willing to let Johnny press further and step on his cock as a way to extend his orgasm. It hurts so good.

Mark cries when it gets uncomfortable. Johnny lets him cry for a second then finally lets up on his cock. His pet looked so messy kneeling on the dirty floor, eyes bloodshot from crying, thighs spread and bulging where the thigh high boots hugged it beautifully. Cum spoiling his skirt and Johnny's boot but his boss didn't care about it at that moment. Mark looked wrecked, so stunning and his only.

"Up." His owner beckons him.

In three seconds Mark is straddling Johnny. It feels familiar, he's done this before, the cuddling. He basks in being taken care of.

"You did so well today, I'm proud."

You receive your punishment well, you get a treat and pettings.

Johnny gives his pet silent permission to rub his face all over his chest for comfort. Mark feels way too out of his mind, like he's watching the scene from afar.

Johnny tips Mark's face up and the boy is startled by the softest, lightest kiss being placed on his lips by his owner.

It's so peaceful and quiet, like suddenly there's no music booming in the club and it's only him and Johnny kissing. Or more like, Mark being kissed, Johnny pacing the kiss slowly on purpose and Mark feels like he could vibrate out of his own skin. Mark's mouth falls ajar for Johnny to fuck his tongue in, but Johnny only gives him a brief lick inside before pulling back and huffing a laugh at Mark's blissed out face.

His hazy mind can only focus on Johnny, Johnny, Johnny!

He wants to stay like this forever. He wants to be in Johnny's arms for as long as he can, feeling this floaty sensation and knowing his owner is here to take care of him when he comes back from wherever his mind wandered off to.

His daydreaming is shattered by Johnny's deep voice, he can feel the vibrations of it through his ribcage.

"Let's get you home, baby. I gotta make sure you make it home alright. I don't want you alone in a club when you're like this."

Mark whines, but a hand gripping his thigh and another squeezing his ass just over where Johnny's tattoo signature sits possessively warns him to not push his luck again. He lets his whine die in his throat before nodding at Johnny's words.

"I'll take you back to headquarters and– Don't look at me like that, you're not coming to my place, not for now at least."

Right… There's a training he has to go through first. Mark wonders what Johnny means by training, he already passed all the tests he needed to become a member.

"I'll clear your schedule this next week and have Yangyang handle the arrival of the cocaine container instead. You'll come over on Monday and we'll see how it goes. I expect you to be in my office at 6 am, sharp. Wear light clothes since you'll be taking them off anyway. Keep yourself clean and groomed, you'll keep me company during a few meetings and I'm not about to showcase an unkempt pet."

Mark nods even though he has no idea what Johnny means, but his horny monkey brain hyperfocuses on the 'taking clothes off' part. Monday needs to come faster.

"But before we go, what do you think I should do to those people that couldn't keep their hands to themselves downstairs? Do you think they deserve my mercy?"

It's a test, Mark knows it is. He shakes his head no.

"You should cut their hands off." Mark's grin is contagious and Johnny briefly thinks this might be love.

"You're perfect for me."

As they leave the club, Mark in hand with Johnny, all they can hear are desperate screams and the gushy sounds of hands being cut off by Johnny's men.

They had it coming.

You don't mess with Johnny's pet and come out unharmed.

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The phone rings and Johnny picks it up right away when he sees the name "TEN" bright across his phone screen.
"Hi, Johnny! Just saw you called me like an hour ago. I couldn't pick up, I was busy finishing this sick blackout tattoo, I just wrapped everything ."

"That 's fine. I know those take a lot of time, how long did it take you?"

"Hmm, about 7 hours? My back hurts like a bitch! Got booked for the whole afternoon, painted his whole left arm black, it looks sick! I'll post a picture on Instagram later."

"Nice, maybe I should get one of those later on in life."

"And cover the days worth of work of art I carefully put together on your arms? I forbid you, John Suh."

Johnny chuckles at the end of his line and leans back on his office chair.

"Anyway, I'm sure you didn't call me to ask about my latest work. What's up?"

"I need to ask you a favor."

"That'll be 10k on my account."

"Ten!" Johnny whined, Ten has ways of bringing out the most childish parts of Johnny, maybe it was all those years together that made them create such bond.

Ten had been his first crush, his first boyfriend, first everything but as time went by, both figured they worked better as close friends, time did pull them apart a little bit but they are still in touch and Ten is the only Tattoo artist Johnny lets get close to his skin, or his pet's skin.

"Just kidding!" He sing-songs into the speaker "But seriously now, what do you need?"

"I need your help training my pet."

*

There's a knock on the door and Johnny has to take a deep breath to contain his excitement.

"Jonh– uh, Mr. Suh? Can I come in?"

Johnny closes his laptop and takes off his reading glasses. He'd been waiting for this.

"Sure, come in."

Mark walks inside, eyes on his worn sneakers holding a black velvet box, feeling queasy.

"Uhn hi!"

Johnny wants to squeeze him.

"Hi there, baby."

"Uh,where… How do you want me?"

Johnny leans back on his black leather chair. He'd been nursing a glass of whiskey on the rocks while working and Mark feels himself twitch at the sight of Johnny sipping while taking a sleazy once over at him.

"Did you get the box I sent you?"

Mark's cheeks immediately color, he's still unable to make eye contact when out of his element. They'll fix that, he needs a confident pet by his side.

"Yes. I did, Sir."

"Hmm did you like what you found inside?"

Mark paces towards Johnny's office until he can lean on the wooden table, finally looking up.

"I… Did you want me to wear it or more like use it?"

"I did, yes. Did you?"

"I wasn't sure how to…"

Johnny spreads his legs and taps on his thighs.

"C'mere. Let me show you."

Like he'd been waiting for that, Mark makes himself at home in Johnny's lap and places the box on top of the table. The boy almost shaking with excitement.

"Have you ever seen one before?"

Johnny runs his hands up Mark's back, he has chosen a crop top so he's immediately met with a large expanse of smooth skin and a thin waist above the boy's baggy jeans.

"Only in porn…"

"I see. Let's get you ready then. Strip for me."

"Everything?" Coy.

Johnny tries to identify if it's that weaponized coy act he puts on when he wants something or if he's genuinely shy.

"Everything off, baby."

"Okay."

Mark starts with his shirt, slowly lifting it up until his pebbled nipples greet Johnny.
Once his shirt is off he haphazardly folds it and puts it on top of the desk, he knows Johnny has a strong dislike for cluttered messes but Mark is by nature, unorganized.

He stands up to take off his pants, unzipping it slowly, hands trembling a little bit. In all his attempts to seduce his boss, he had never felt so scrutinized and it was because something feels different this time, he had no wiggle room to act out anymore, Johnny made sure he knew that.

Once his pants drop on the floor, Johnny hums pleased.

Mark is wearing a jockstrap again. The blue ones that hug his hips nicely. He knows Johnny likes it, he cannot even look away.

"Turn around for me, hands on the table"

Mark takes a deep breath and complies, kicking his pants to the side, if Johnny disliked that, he wasn't complaining at least.

He feels hands groping him from behind, large warm hands caressing his narrow hips until they settle on his ass.

Johnny's signature sits there, fully healed.

Johnny squeezes the meat of his ass, spreading it just to see it bounce when he lets go.

Mark starts feeling affected by all the touching, swiftly leaning on the desk to make his ass pop, allowing Johnny to explore further.

Johnny, clearly enjoying the view, spreads it once again, thumb hooking on the edge of his puckered hole and Mark feels himself go weak on the legs.

Mark is unable to hold back noises when a dry thumb presses in just barely. He'd been waiting for this.

Suddenly the hands stop.

"Why are you loose?"

Mark takes a deep breath and looks behind his shoulder.

"I… I fingered myself before coming here."

He observes as Johnny's eyebrows momentarily twitch as if holding back… something.

"Of course you did…" Mark yelps when Johnny's right hand comes down hard on his right ass cheek."

"Insatiable. That's why we're doing this today."

Johnny pulls on Mark's hips until he's carelessly thrown back on his lap. Back to chest.

His owner noses the skin of his neck until Mark feels dizzy with desire, dick already standing proud right on their sight.

He observes as Johnny carefully pulls Mark's underwear off and hums.

"You were supposed to be soft for this but my bitch can't help himself. Isn't that right? What should I do…"

Johnny ponders for a few seconds, then reaches for his whiskey glass.

He reaches inside it and pinches the cube shaped large ice out of the cup with three fingers. Expensive whiskey dripping down his forearms.

Mark observes and resists the urge to lick the liquid off his fingers.

Johnny then does something that makes Mark squeal, he reaches down with his left hand to hold Mark's cock while the other hand ices the prominent vein underneath his cock.

The direct touch of ice, burns and hurts. His thighs shake in a poor attempt to withstand the pain as his hard on miserably flags.

A mewl of pain rips out of Mark's chest. Johnny demands him to shut up and keeps rubbing the ice against his penis until it shrivels to its natural soft state. It hurts so bad.

Johnny then opens the black velvet box to reveal a small sized metallic cockcage.

Mark immediately hates it, if there's anything he hates more than being denied of Johnny's cock is being denied the feeling of a proper orgasm.

"Sir…"

Johnny squeezes his thigh in warning as he works the cage open.

"I don't want to hear any more complaints, do you understand?"

Mark nods, even if he doesn't agree. His opinion in this matter was irrelevant.

There's a click sound and then Johnny is grabbing his dick to fit inside the small cage.

Mark pants and quietly whines when the cold metal meets the sensitive skin of his raw cold dick, it folds his penis in an unnatural position. It would have been painful to fit a hard cock in such a bent shape.

When the cage is in place, key on Johnny's back pocket, his dick hurts and his balls are clad in metal tight to his body.

Mark is trapped.

Johnny leans back to watch Mark uncomfortably shift on his ass, unconsciously teasing him further.

Mark visibly hates it. Good.

"It seems that with the shit you've pulled lately, you have forgotten who you belong to."

"Sir, I- I didn't mean to -"

Johnny cuts him off with an annoyed tsk and a harsh stinging slap to Mark's right tight.

Mark shivers at the feeling of Johnny's tented cock against his ass. Whines when Johnny forces him in a bow until his forehead meets the edge of the wooden desk.

"I don't want to hear excuses, Markie. I'm going to fix your behavior, like it or not. And since you're a horny little bitch let's see how well you'll like being denied for as long as I wish."

Mark shudders at the tone. His dick makes a sad attempt to continue hard. Instead, all he feels is uncomfortable in the enclosure.

Wanting to avoid further punishments, Mark nods, blinking away the urge to cry.

It's hard to hold himself back as Johnny touches his body like he owned it. He did.

Mark's body was for his pleasure only, he had made that very clear.

"My bitch looks so good" Mark can feel himself slipping a bit as long bony fingers caress his thighs up to where his cage sits.

"You look absolutely delectable. You're making me hard just by looking at you."

"Mr. Suh…"

Mark whimpers.

"I didn't say you could talk, pet. Want me to bring you a gag to shut you up for good?"

Mark shakes his head. He doesn't need it, he could be good.

"Alright then, let's get to work. Kneel."

Mark doesn't think twice, he drops to his knees between Johnny's legs.

"Hands to the front where I can see them."

Mark complies.

"Good pet. Here's what you're going to do. I'll feed you my cock and you'll keep it warm for me while I go through some documents."

Mark salivates at the thought of finally having Johnny inside his mouth. God knows he's daydreamed about it for months now. It feels like a reward, even if he's caged, getting a taste of Johnny's dick makes its way up on the pro's list of his punishment.

Johnny unbuckles his black leather belt slowly, pulling it through the belt loops of his slacks to make makeshift handcuffs.

He brings Mark's hands up to further immobilize him and oh god if that wasn't making things harder on him. At this point Mark had come to terms of being used like a sextoy, unable to talk, unable to move, unable to cum.

Once Johnny is happy with his cuffs, he makes work of unbuttoning his pants and pushing down the zipper.

Mark moans at the sight, Johnny's lips curl up satisfied.

"Like what you see?"

He says just as he takes his cock out.

Liking would be an understatement. Mark absolutely loves it.

He wasn't one to believe in love at first sight but boy was he wrong. He's thick, long and cut. His head is an angry red.

Mark immediately drops his mouth open, saliva dripping on the floor. He couldn't control it, he wanted it so bad.

Johnny gracefully strokes himself to the raw need of Mark's visible desperation.

He wants to beg, he wants to plead Johnny to just impale him with his fat cock.

He can't, Johnny didn't give him permission to do so. He's left drooling, pink pointy tongue eagerly hanging out in a poor excuse of a silent plea.

"Dumb pet. Can't help but salivate at the sight of cock, huh?"

Mark nods eagerly in a transe.

"You'll do a lot of cocksucking today, I hope your jaw is ready."

Mark feels absolutely insane.

"Do exactly as I say. Take just the head for now."

Mark leans in and does exactly that. The tip of his tongue going in first to have the first taste of Johnny.

"Mhmm just like that baby, put that tongue to work, taste it."

Mark runs his tongue in a circle to catch the drops of Johnny's precum, moaning explicitly at the tangy taste. Closing his eyes in delight.

"Shit you're really a cock-slut, huh? My little bitch likes how I taste?"

Mark nods eagerly as he takes the head of Johnny's dick between his lips and sucks.

"Fuck, you're a menace baby. You've been wanting this for months now, right?"

Mark nods, eyes opening to a glazed look. Mark didn't need to utter a word to beg, his eyes had that begging for cock quality on its own.

He tries to take Johnny further in his mouth but is met with a harsh pull on his hair.

"Did I give you permission? You want me to pull out?"

Mark wants to shout please don't but he remembers the rules and shakes his head no.

"You've been a little too out of control lately. I gotta teach you some manners. Have you obey me like before. You used to be so good to me… I must have gone too soft on you."

Mark feels shame burn low in his stomach, his eyes water but he doesn't move, doesn't say anything trying to make up for his brattiness.
There's nothing in this world he hates more than disappointing Johnny.

Johnny starts slowly feeding his cock deeper inside Mark's mouth, so deep he gags, struggling. It's a lot to take in.

Johnny hisses above, throwing his head back. Fuck, Mark had such a tight throat spasming around his shaft.

Johnny almost wants to give in to the pleasure but he had a goal here and his main attraction wasn't here yet.

Mark's actively crying and choking on his dick and that's a little distractive, still Mark powers through, never pulling back.

Slowly Johnny pulls out until the tip of his shiny with spit length is cushioned between small plump lips.

"I really need to work on this," he points at his work table "drop your mouth."

Mark complies and Johnny is inside again, shallower.

Once he's about halfway inside, he stops and accommodates Mark's head on his tight.

"Stay."

Mark stays put. Blinking slowly.

After a while of Johnny flipping through documents, signing a few, Mark's knees and jaw start aching. He still doesn't move, doesn't want to give Johnny any reasons to stop petting his hair.

Johnny's dick grows softer, a half-mast, and all Mark can smell and taste is Johnny Johnny Johnny.

The kneeling boy is a mess, his chin dripping with saliva and he is unable to do anything but sit there and take it.

A ping sound resonates through the room, bursting the delicate subspace bubble around them. Johnny leans in to catch his phone and suddenly he's moving inside Mark's mouth again, pulling the boy out of the trance he'd been for the last hour or so.

"Suck for me, sweetheart.".

Mark slurps loudly, feeling Johnny fill his mouth again, getting harder.

"Drop your jaw."

Johnny fucks his throat harder hitting the back of his throat each time, Mark has a hard time trying not to choke and he feels so horny but at the same time his dick is inside that damned cage. It hurts.

He wants it so bad.

He grows more desperate each second and then-

There's a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Mark makes to pull out but Johnny's strong hand pulls him right back into place.

"Heyyy, Johnny!"

"Fashionably late as always, Ten. Good to see you. How you've been?"

Ten paces Johnny's office, taking a seat on the brown leather sofa close to Johnny's desk.

"Same old, same old. I see you've already gotten started without me?"

Mark is motionless. Blinking away tears, he doesn't understand the situation.

"Aren't you going to say hi to Ten, Mark?"

He pulls Mark off his cock, just enough for him to mutter "Hi, Ten." His unease obvious to both men above him.

"Hi, cutie. Having fun?" He glances down to Mark's cage. "Huh, I guess not that much fun. Is he being hard on you, baby?"

Mark isn't sure what to respond, he glances up to Johnny looking for guidance with bright tearful eyes.

"We're starting on his training. Had to do something about my pet being unable to not touch himself. A little lesson about self restraint."

"Ohhh I see."

Mark sits on his ass even more confused.

What is happening? Why is ten here?"

"C'mon Johnny, tell him what we're doing. I can see question marks jumping off your pet's head." Ten says, grinning, making himself cozy on the sofa.

Johnny hums, looking at Mark's confused face.

"He'll find out soon enough."

Anxiety sinks on his stomach like a ship dropping its anchor.

"Mmmkey. He's so cute though, sitting there like that. Reminds me of my own pet."

"Ah, right. How's Xiaojun doing?"

"He's doing fine, I left him at Taeyong's so they can have a little fun together while I'm here having some fun of my own…"

He purrs with a sly grin getting up and walking all the way to Johnny to lean against the desk.

From Mark's perspective, even though ten is tiny in frame and height, he looks powerful and threatening.

Like he fills every bit of his skin confidently with conviction of his own power. Is that what Johnny likes?

"Let's get this started, shall we?"

Mark is not sure what's there to start but he feels awfully bare compared to them.

"Alright, Johnny. I brought you the thing you asked me to."

At that Johnny perks up.

"Oh, I didn't know it would be done so soon."

What is it? Mark wants to scream. Why are they talking like he isn't kneeling butt naked on the floor.

He still doesn't say anything as Ten pulls out a fancy-looking bag from behind himself.

"Here," he hands Johnny the bag "I hope you don't mind, I already took a peek at it. They make the best jewelry so I got something I thought was to your taste with the specifications you asked."

Mark is intrigued.

Johnny doesn't open the bag and Mark is consumed with curiosity.

"Okay, let's leave it for later."

Later after? What exactly?

"Mark, go sit there in the corner."

Johnny points to where he's supposed to sit.

Mark crawls with difficulty, hands still bound together, not bothering getting up if he'll be kneeling again soon.

As soon as he's sat properly ten makes a move to toy with Johnny's hair.

Something ugly grows in Mark's gut.

Johnny leans back when Ten sits on his lap, right where Mark was earlier.

What the fuck is going on?

Mark sits there stunned and outraged as Ten leans in to kiss his owner.

Mark gasps, a choked sob threatening to make its way out of his throat.

This can't be it.

Every touch feels like a stab to his chest and Mark feels liquid regret run down his face. He's getting a taste of what he put Johnny through.

Johnny grabs Ten's slim waist, the kissing grows rougher, there's hands everywhere, groping.

Johnny leans down to kiss Ten's neck and his eyes meet with the most pitiful version of Mark.

Crying, jealous, sobbing silently, naked and kneeling on the ground with bound hands and just a cockcage on.

Poor thing.

Johnny feels himself grow harder at the sight.

Ten does as they previously agreed to, doesn't undress Johnny just kisses him until their mouths are raw.

Johnny's cock is still hanging out so Ten jumps on the opportunity to take a long stroke.

"Mmmfuck Johnny it's been so long since we've done this I forgot how big you are."

Mark closes his eyes, be doesn't want to look, he doesn't want to see Johnny with anyone else. He feels absolutely powerless.

Still, Johnny's eyes never leave him.

"Pet, open your eyes."

Mark does so just because Johnny's tone left no space for discussion.

"I want you to look at what you could have if you behave."

Mark's bottom lip trembles slightly, his face red with shame.

He watches as ten seductively undresses, teasingly.

His body is lean like a dancer's, skin tattooed with intricate realistic flowers. He looks soft, beautiful even. He looks just like Johnny's type and Mark feels awful from wanting to kick his ass.

And then.

Ten has a plug in, a plug that Johnny pulls out only to fill him back up with his own cock.

Mark wants to die. He wants to scream and beg Johnny to pull out and fuck him instead.

To stop whatever fucked up game they're playing but… At the end of the day he's at Johnny's mercy and Johnny is not known for being kind.

Ten moans beautifully but Mark is not able to enjoy it.

So this was his punishment.

Johnny is so mean.

Ten fucks himself back on Johnny's cock and Mark, as asked, doesn't look away but his vision is clouded with tears, tears that run down his face without permission.

"Awn look at him, Johnny-boy. Look how pathetic your pet is." Ten purs. "Ahn! I bet, fuck, I bet he wants to rip my throat out."

Oh, Mark did. With his training he could dismantle Ten easily but he's not allowed to.

"Are you jealous, Mark?" Johnny directs the question at him.

Mark doesn't want to admit.

Johnny fucks Ten harder, really putting his hips into it, nails digging into Ten's inked hips making the beautiful man throw his head back in pleasure. Johnny makes sure to meet Mark's eyes the whole time.

Mark pitiably nods.

"Tell me."

Mark talks, his throat raw.

"Yes, I hate it! " Sobs out.

"Mmmyeah? You want it to be you instead?"

"Yes, yes please. Sir, please"

His shoulders shake and he has to look down.

"There's only one way you're getting this baby"

Mark is hanging on to each word.

"What-" he sniffles "what do I have to do? I'll do it, please, please tell me" he squeezes his hands into a painful fist, the leather of Johnny's belt digging so hard on his skin he could feel himself start to bleed from the force of his rage. Of his need.

"You have to be a good pet for me. You have to obey."

"I'll obey you, I will, I promise I'll never–"

He can't finish his sentence.

Johnny taps twice on Ten's leg, getting closer to the edge.

"I'll give you my cum now, I'll fuck you every day but you'll have to keep the cage on. You won't come. Still want it?"

Ten looks down at Mark, expecting an answer.

"I… yes I want it. Whatever you want I want it too, Sir."

Johnny grins, pleased. He's got Mark right where he wanted.

"Come here, pet. Crawl."

Mark crawls over to them, knees knocking on the hardwood. Red wrists begging to be set free.

Ten merely stands up and sits on the table, cock in hand, stroking himself to Mark's misery.

A sadist. If Mark had ever met a sadist worse than Johnny, it'd be Ten. He seemed to be enjoying his pain all too much.

"Come, I'll let you finish me." Johnny brings Mark's attention back to him.

Mark nods.

"Johnny is being so nice to you, Markie. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Sir."

Johnny caresses Mark's cheek, the first gesture of tenderness coming from him, mark's still sniffing, hiccupping a bit, trying to get his tears to stop.

"You look beautiful when you cry."

He leans down to kiss Mark on his mouth, it's all tongue and teeth, tasting the saltiness of his despair. Johnny was devouring Mark in every sense. In every action, in every look, in every way he took Mark for himself and made sure the boy knew that without Johnny, he was nothing.

He was at the devil's mercy. And he was fucked.

When they part, Johnny brings mark's to his cock again, forcing him to take what he gives.

Mark is grateful, so grateful to have Johnny back inside him again, it was him, not Ten, that got to be Johnny's pet.

Mark chokes hard but Johnny's cock is only met with the hardness of his roof and softness of his cheeks.

He tries with all his being to be good. To be the best so Johnny doesn't have to look at anyone else, doesn't have to fuck anyone else. So he only focuses on Mark.

He could be the best behaved, the perfect pet.

He sucks and then when Johnny asks him to, opens his throat to welcome him and his wet pulse of Cum down his throat.

Mark struggles, body convulsing and throat closing desperately. It hurts, so much.

Johnny doesn't let him pull out until the last drop.

Mark cries and in a desperate attempt to breathe, he chokes harder, unable to stop how the cum painfully makes its way up his nose.

Johnny pulls him away and Mark immediately sneezes and coughs.

There's a second where the three of them are motionless and a single drop of blood runs down Mark's nose. Or more like, a pink mixture of cum and blood.

Johnny immediately pulls his head back, Mark's a mess of hiccups and tears.

Feeling broken down and useless.

"Thank you, Sir! I'm so sorry!"

"Shshh come here" he manhandles Mark until he's sitting on his lap again, hands tilting his head back to stop the bleeding but Mark doesn't stop muttering. Johnny digs his thumbs on Mark's hollow cheekbones to ground him back to reality.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry please I'll be good, I will."

"It's okay, pet. You took your punishment well, made your owner proud."

Mark doesn't stop crying, if anything he sobs harder, blood gushing out while Johnny tries to contain the damage he had just inflicted on his pet.

He had Mark right where he wanted him.

"You did so good." He kisses mark's stained red face, "You were perfect for me." He wipes mark's puffy undereyes "You took my cock so we'll, pet." Mark choked sobs die down to a sniffle. "You are my perfect slut, aren't you.?"

Mark nods yes.

"This is what you were made for, darling. Let your Owner take care of you. As long as you're good, I'll give you the best treatment."

Johnny's nose rubs against his just and Mark sags on his lap, relieved and mutters:

"I'll be good. I'm owner's good pet." He seals his promise with a bloody kiss, Johnny indulges him and cradles Mark's body close to his own.

His precious pet.

Soon Ten is standing next to him, already clothed, with tissues helping Johnny Clean the mess of snot, cum, tears and blood.

Mark feels so physically and emotionally drained he lets himself be taken care of by Johnny with Ten's help, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.

"That's right, Markie. You did so good. Making your owner proud huh?" Ten joins in the praise and scratches his scalp in a way that makes his toes curl and thighs tingle, cock still painfully caged.

Once the comes to, he's leaning on Johnny's chest, lulled in and out of consciousness by their soft conversation."

He hears the distant sounds of a door closing and Johnny's hands running from his neck, to his hair. Ten's gone. It's just Johnny and Mark.

It feels nice.

"Mark?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm proud of you."

Mark smiles weakly. A bit shy.

"I have a present for you."

"Wuhh?"

He raises his head from Johnny's chest.

And is met with the sight of the most beautiful golden colar he has ever seen hanging off Johnny's hand.

It sparkles with diamonds in the dim light of Johnny's office.

"For me?"

"Yes, pet. If I'm training you I gotta collar you properly so everyone knows you belong to me."

He makes Mark take the collar into his hands so he can feel the weight of the 18k gold collar. It's heavy and it has a small plack on the center with Johnny's name on it.

"Johnny Suh" he reads out loud.

"You're my possession, don't ever forget that."

Mark's eyes sparkle, not by the gold, not by the diamonds, he was never one for opulence. His eyes sparkle because he will be carrying Johnny's name on his neck and on his ass for as long as Johnny wants him.

"I love it, Sir. Thank you."

"Here, let me put it on you."

Mark stands on his newborn fawn legs and turns around. Johnny stands behind him, hand coming up to close around his throat.

He gives it a small squeeze, a reminder and finally attaches the piece of heavy jewelry on his neck.

His owner kisses the back of his head.

"Stunning, darling boy. This made for you. Can't wait to show you around."

Mark can't wait to be shown around as Johnny's property, properly collared.

"You're coming home with me tonight. Your training has officially started."
Johnny whispers, kissing behind his ear.

Mark feels like a phoenix.

“Once I'm done with you, you'll be perfect.”

He is dying to be born again, this time, molded to Johnny's liking.

Reborn as a pet.