Something had been bugging Taecyeon.

The manager didn't bring it up - mostly because things that

bugged Taecyeon usually annoyed the fuck out of him when he started explaining. The manager
had his own shit to worry about without hearing Taecyeon talk his ear off about his members and
their bullshit problems.

Honestly, if Taecyeon didn't take dick so good, the manager probably wouldn't have bothered
stringing him along this much. He was sweet and a little dumb - or, not dumb, because he did say
shit sometimes that the manager couldn't even wrap his brain around, but too trusting. He also
sucked cock like he was born to be on his knees, and the manager couldn't say no to that, not when
all he had to do was supply alcohol to their little dorm parties and occasionally give Taecyeon some
cuddle time when he was feeling needy.

Which was now, apparently, because Taecyeon didn't do anything else but toe off his shoes and
drop his bag before crawling on the couch with the manager, molding himself up against the
manager's side. "Can I talk to you?"

"What's up?"

Taecyeon squirmed. He'd say he wanted to talk, and then it took an hour to pry what he wanted to
say out from his mouth. "I just... remember what I said last week, about how I've been feeling tired all
the time?"

Vaguely. "Sure, baby. I told you if you wanted you didn't have to come over every night." It was true,
he had - because Taecyeon was great to have around to fuck, but he got exhausting in large doses.

"Yeah but." Taecyeon shrugged, turning his face into the manager's neck, and grinned into his skin.
"I want to be here with you."

The manager looped his arm around Taecyeon's shoulders and skimmed his fingertips gently over
Taecyeon's arm. "I appreciate that. But you've got to get enough sleep, and I don't mind."

"Well, maybe I won't have to, and we can do both." Taecyeon sat up, shifting around to face him on
the couch. He was nervous - his big brown eyes kept darting away from the manager's face to settle
in his lap. "I went to the doctor. You know I didn't come over on Thursday last week? I was having a
sleep study."

"A sleep study." the manager had no idea where this was going and was trying to figure out whether
he should even care. "What did they say?"

"Something about sleep phases, and how I'm not reaching the right one, or at least not staying there
long enough - anyway, they gave me a prescription. For um, sleeping pills."

Sleeping pills, holy shit. Now the manager was paying attention, and it was his turn to try and seem
more casual than he really was. "You think it'll help?"
"The doctor said they should." Taecyeon shifted again, sucking his lip into his mouth to bite down on
it, and if the thoughts starting to stir at the back of the manager's mind hadn't been dirty before, they
were now. "Thing is, I have to take it kind of early. Like, nine. Or else I might not wake up in time to
go to class - these things are supposed to have me dead to the world for like ten hours."

Oh, hell, there went the manager's heart rate. He casually turned on the couch, propping one leg up
against the back cushions in a move that would hopefully hide the semi he was sporting. "That's kind
of early." He put a little doubt in his voice, frowning. "I mean, you usually roll in around seven. That's
barely enough time to eat, and then we wouldn't have time for-"

"-Sex. Yeah." Taecyeon was turning pink, in that really cute way he did where it crawled across his
face from his cheeks to the bridge of his nose. "Not while I was awake, anyway."

Oh, hell. He couldn't have just said what the manager thought he said - couldn't have just handed
that over on a silver platter. He- "Come again?"

"I mean." Taecyeon licked his lips. "I mean, if I'm going to be asleep, and the doctor says these pills
are really going to knock me out, you could just... I mean, you could... do what you wanted."

The manager took it back. Sometimes things that bugged Taecyeon didn't turn out to be the worst
thing in the world, because fucking damn, that was a blank check. He wasn't stupid enough to take
full advantage of it right away, but there was a whole list of things he could do with 'do what you
wanted' that Taecyeon had probably never even imagined. He let himself smile real slow, waiting
until Taecyeon's nervous eyes darted back up to his. "That's kind of hot," he said, and
understatement of the fucking century because the manager could flip Taecyeon over and fuck him
stupid right now, that's how hard he was.

"Yeah?" Taecyeon asked, sounding a little hoarse.

"Yeah. I mean, you already like it when I get pushy with you in bed. You don't think it'd be hot to be
completely under my control?" the manager leaned into Taecyeon's space, putting his hand on the
couch for balance right between Taecyeon's thighs. "You wouldn't be able to say anything once you
were out. You wouldn't be able to tell me to stop or say you didn't want to."

Taecyeon was breathing harder. He leaned in, trying to nose at the manager's face to get him to turn
his head to kiss, but the manager pulled back, making him chase it. Taecyeon whined - the manager
did this to him, now and again. Made him say what he wanted out loud, because it made Taecyeon
squirm.

"C'mon." Taecyeon practically huffed. He got desperate so fast. The manager was going to love
being able to take his time, play Taecyeon's body like he'd wanted to since he first pinned him up
against the wall. "Kiss me?"
The manager kissed him with his mouth already open, biting at Taecyeon's lips and, when he
opened his mouth in turn, his tongue. Taecyeon clutched at him, hands sliding under the manager's
shirt, clawing at him - The manager flinched. Taecyeon had sharp nails, and goddamn, he was going
to have such a good time tonight he didn't even care for once.

"Don't you have shit to do?" the manager pulled back from Taecyeon's clutching, panting grasp and
flashed the grin that made Taecyeon weak in the knees. "Go do your college shit, we'll eat, you'll
take your medicine. Then I'll get to do what I want with you."

Taecyeon sounded like he could barely suck air into his lungs. "What are you going to do?" He was
staring at the manager with breathless eagerness.

the manager's grin got wider. "Mm. No, I'll just surprise you, I think. Maybe one time I'll film it, and
you can see."

That made Taecyeon's mouth fall open on a shocked little noise. "God."

"Yeah? You like that?" the manager took a breath, then another, and pressed the heel of his hand
against his cock. He had to calm the fuck down. "Taecyeon, shit, you'd better do your thing or I'll
wear us both out before we get to the good part."

"I'm not even going to be awake, I won't-"

"You won't know if I get you off, or if I just fuck you without caring whether you get hard. Kind of the
point here."

"Jesus." Taecyeon's eyes were huge.

"You still okay with that?" the manager leaned back, settling back on his side of the couch and
picking the remote up again.

Taecyeon wiggled and squirmed on the other side of the couch, rubbing at the front of his jeans for a
minute before he snatched his hand away like he hadn't realized what he was doing. His whole face
was pink, from the backs of his ears down to the tip of his nose.

"Yeah," he finally said. Taecyeon was looking at the couch, not at the manager. Ashamed of how
much he wanted it, probably.

It wasn't the manager's job to coddle him through whatever personal freakout he was having over his
kinks. "Make sure you eat something first. I don't think you're supposed to take that kind of thing on
an empty stomach."

The manager started the show he'd been watching again, and Taecyeon got up to wander into the
kitchen. He bumped into the door frame on the way and let out a soft little swear, looked back over
his shoulder at the manager like he was waiting for the manager to say something else. The
manager pretended like he hadn't noticed, and eventually Taecyeon vanished into the kitchen.

It didn't take very long after that for Taecyeon to come back out of the kitchen and lean over the back
of the couch to kiss him. "I'm, uh. Going to bed."

"I'll be there in a bit," the manager said, grinning up at him and leaning up to give him another peck
on the lips. Taecyeon returned the grin, a little shaky, but the manager figured it was nerves.

He gave it another hour, just to be safe, but it was a lot harder to concentrate on following a
storyline, even a simple one, when he knew what was waiting for him in the bedroom. It was also
kind of hard to concentrate when he kept getting hard in his pants thinking about it.

The bedroom was dark when the manager finally opened the door. Taecyeon was curled up under
the blankets, the top of his head and one limp hand visible at the top edge of the comforter. The
manager pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants as he crossed the room to the bathroom,
looking for the prescription bottle Taecyeon must have left there.

He found it on the counter, a little orange bottle with a safety top. The label said lorazepam 3mg
orally once per day in the evening before sleep. Take as instructed. Do not drive or operate
machinery. On the back, the label listed a whole host of possible side effects, like over-sedation,
drowsiness, and a strong warning not to mix with alcohol.

Tonight would be like a test run. The manager needed to see how deeply sedated the medication
would make Taecyeon, and how much he'd remember the next morning. He had plans beyond that,
but this first night would be key.

The manager kicked off his boxers as he went back into the bedroom and finally walked over to the
bed. Taecyeon hadn't moved at all since the manager came in, but that was expected - normal lights
and sounds wouldn't wake him in this condition. The manager just needed to see what else wouldn't
wake him.

He pulled the blankets away first, a short, soft laugh escaping him when he saw that Taecyeon was
naked, not even wearing the soft T-shirt and boxers he usually wore to bed. Slut, the manager
thought fondly, and crawled onto the bed beside him.

The difference in temperature didn't seem to register. Taecyeon didn't twitch as the manager pulled
the last of the blankets away and shoved them down to the end of the bed. The manager touched
his face first, gentle and cautious, trailing his fingers over Taecyeon's cheek and lips. He peeled one
eyelid open and held it there for a couple seconds, watching the erratic twitch of Taecyeon's eye, the
iris rolled back and the white underside visible. His pupils were dilated and didn't react to the change
in light. The manager's pulse sped up. He let Taecyeon's eyelid fall closed and reached down to
squeeze hard at the base of his own cock. He had plans, and he wasn't going to let over-eagerness
ruin them.
He closed his hand around Taecyeon's wrist and moved the arm that was tucked up under his chin,
shifting and pulling at Taecyeon's body until the manager had him rolled over onto his back. His
arms lay splayed wide where the manager dropped them, his legs spread, his lips parted on soft,
regular breaths. The manager took a long moment to just look at him and touch, running his hands
over the smooth, pale skin of Taecyeon's chest, the undersides of his arms, his inner thighs.
Taecyeon's breathing didn't even change. He was completely unaware, under farther than the
manager had even expected.

The manager slipped one finger behind Taecyeon's bottom teeth and pulled, opening his mouth. He
ran the pad of his finger around Taecyeon's teeth and over his tongue, then added another, shoving
far enough back to hit the soft place where his tongue met the back of his throat.

Taecyeon gagged, his throat constricting at the touch of the manager's fingers. His mouth closed,
catching the manager with his teeth, and the manager hissed. He wasn't biting down that hard, and
he hadn't moved otherwise - an unconscious gesture, then, not anything that was going to wake him
up. The manager pried Taecyeon's mouth open and pulled his fingers out, pinching viciously at one
of Taecyeon's nipples in retaliation. He watched, fascinated, as the muscles in Taecyeon's chest
jumped from the pain, but the rest of him made no move to protect the tender spot. The manager
twisted the other nipple just to watch it happen again, greedily taking in the contrast between the
flinch of his pectoral and the slack expression on Taecyeon's face.

The biting reflex could get annoying, but the complete lack of pain response was intoxicating. And
the manager could fix the biting with an open-mouth gag, something that would let him fuck
Taecyeon's throat while he was helpless to do anything but take it.

The manager raked his fingernails over the tender skin of Taecyeon's stomach, watching the pink
lines slowly appear in their wake while Taecyeon lay still and unaware. His cock was soft between
his legs, resting against his thigh. The manager covered it with his palm, rubbing a little, idly
wondering if Taecyeon could get hard with the drugs in his system. The manager watched
Taecyeon's face as he pulled his hand back and slapped, the smack sounding loud in the silent air of
the bedroom. There was no change - Taecyeon's face was still blank with sleep, eyes closed. The
manager did it again, harder this time, unable to stop himself from watching Taecyeon's limp dick
bounce when he hit it. The manager rubbed the heel of his hand over it, pinched the head between
his thumb and forefinger and rolled his nail over the slit. Still no reaction besides the twitching
muscles of his thighs.

God. The manager slapped him again, harder than he'd intended to, feeling the sting of the blow in
his own palm. Taecyeon's dick was pink from the abuse but hadn't gotten hard, flopping against his
stomach with every blow. The manager's mouth was watering, so he leaned down and sucked at the
soft, unresponsive flesh. Taecyeon's whole cock fit easily in his mouth like this, resting on his
tongue. He scraped his teeth over the shaft and bit lightly at the tender head, staring up the length of
Taecyeon's body and moaning around the soft mouthful when he just continued to sleep peacefully.
He'd wake up sore in the morning and he wouldn't know why. He'd probably think the manager
jacked him off, made him come while he was asleep.
The manager groaned again and let the limp cock slip from his mouth. He sucked at Taecyeon's
balls, playing with the shaft, rubbing gently instead of cruelly now, but no amount of tongue or fingers
made Taecyeon get hard. His dick twitched against the manager's fingers like it was trying, but the
medication kept him soft and vulnerable.

He pushed Taecyeon's legs farther apart by shoving at the undersides of his thighs, bending his
knees until they splayed open far enough to give the manager a good view of Taecyeon's pink hairy
hole. The manager didn’t made him shave regularly, liked him a little hairy. Taecyeon gave in easily
whenever the manager made sex conditional on what he wanted.

The manager was tempted to shove his fingers back into Taecyeon's mouth, to rub all over his
tongue until Taecyeon was drooling, but he still had little imprints of Taecyeon's teeth. Instead he
stuck them in his own mouth, getting two thoroughly wet before he pressed the tips against
Taecyeon's asshole and shoved.

There was no resistance. Taecyeon was so relaxed in sleep he took both fingers all the way to the
base without a twitch. The manager groaned aloud, twisting his fingers, withdrawing until he could
catch the rim and pull. The manager would bet he could fist Taecyeon while he was under and
Taecyeon wouldn't wake up for it. He could stretch Taecyeon's ass open until it gaped, until any
come he'd filled Taecyeon up with leaked right out of him.

He would have plenty of chances to do that, some other time when it didn't feel like his cock was
going to fall off with how hard he was. Taecyeon always complained when the manager didn't use
enough lube or spend enough time opening him up, but this time Taecyeon just laid there, his ass
opening up nice and easy around the manager's fingers with only spit to ease the way.

It made the manager wonder whether he'd stay tight if he was fucked too regularly, or if he'd have to
start wearing plugs because he was so stretched out and ruined. The thought made the manager
groan out loud, grinding against the sheets. He was going to find out exactly what Taecyeon could
take and then he was going to push it even farther. Taecyeon wouldn't be able to tell him no, not
when he was like this. The manager was going to wreck him, and by the end of it Taecyeon would
be so fucked up he'd stay, he'd let the manager do anything he wanted.

The manager had to take a long, deep breath and remind himself he had to start slow. If Taecyeon
woke up too sore, he'd get prissy about it, and might not come back to the manager's place while he
was still taking the pills. He leaned over Taecyeon's still, motionless form to grab the nearly empty
tube of lube from the bedside table. Getting his cock wet with it was torture, and the manager only
gave himself a couple strokes to spread it around before he pushed into Taecyeon's ass.

He wasn't as tight as he was when he was awake. His hole took the manager's cock in like it was
greedy for it, the rim stretching easily. The manager stared at Taecyeon's face in fascination as he
pushed his cock in with one long, slow thrust. Taecyeon's mouth was open again, saliva slipping out
of the corner to pool on the pillow. The manager pulled back and fucked into him again, with enough
force to jostle Taecyeon on the bed. A huff of breath left him, like the manager was fucking the air
right out of him, but otherwise he didn't move.
"Fuck." The manager grabbed Taecyeon's thighs and pulled him down to meet the next thrust. It felt
too good to try and draw it out, but next time the manager was going to switch between fucking and
fingering Taecyeon for hours, until his ass was loose and wet with lube, good for nothing but taking
cock. He would need that for what the manager had in mind for the future. Plans were starting to
form as the manager's thrusts got harder, Taecyeon's ass hot and snug around his cock, slippery
with lube but not nearly as wet as Taecyeon usually had him get before a fuck.

The manager let go of Taecyeon's thighs and grabbed his jaw, opening his mouth until the manager
could see his pink tongue and the soft insides of his cheeks. The gag would make him perfect, open
and ready to get fucked on either end all night. The manager had eight hours before the pills wore
off. Maybe later tonight he'd jerk off all over Taecyeon's face, make him wake up with come sticking
his eyelashes together and the taste of cock in his mouth.

His balls pulled up tight and he groaned as he ground in deep and came hard, his eyes fixed on
Taecyeon's open mouth. Taecyeon would wake up with come dripping out of his ass and still only be
able to guess at what the manager had done to him. That made the manager's cock twitch and spurt
another tiny bit of come in Taecyeon's insides, and the manager leaned down over Taecyeon's body
to pant for breath as he went soft. He kissed Taecyeon's slack, open mouth and bit at his lower lip,
breath puffing over Taecyeon's face. He pulled out slow and easy, pushing Taecyeon's thighs up
again so he could see come dripping out of his wet hole. The manager gathered up the escaping
fluid and shoved it back into Taecyeon's ass, then gave Taecyeon's cock another couple slaps for
good measure, just to watch it flop against his stomach and turn pink again.

He rolled Taecyeon back over onto his side and arranged him in an approximation of his position
before the manager had fucked him, then pulled the blankets back up over them both. Taecyeon
slept through it all, still blissfully unaware of the success of the manager's test run and the filthy
plans running through his mind as he drifted off with his hand cupping Taecyeon's ass possessively.

The manager was awake the next morning when Taecyeon finally came out of his drug-induced
sleep, his eyes opening slowly, a bleary look of soft confusion on his face. the manager watched that
expression morph into surprise as he shifted around, his hand going between his legs almost
immediately.

"You," he gasped, bright pink. "Oh my god, hyung"

"You said I could do whatever." The manager leaned in and kissed him, slow and dirty, because he
didn't know how else to keep the smirk off his face.

"I know, I just." Taecyeon squirmed, plainly feeling the come sliding out of his hole. "Wow."

"You still good?" Not that it really mattered if he wasn't, but the important thing was that Taecyeon
thought it mattered.
Taecyeon didn't answer him right away. He tossed the blankets off and rolled onto his stomach so
he could reach the crack of his ass better, fingers slipping through the sticky evidence of what the
manager had done to him while he was drugged to the gills. The manager waited, trying to keep a lid
on his impatience. Maybe he shouldn't have stayed in bed while Taecyeon woke up. Then Taecyeon
could have had his little freakout and the manager wouldn't have to coax him through it.

It turned out he didn't need to worry. "Jesus this is so hot." Taecyeon rolled back over to face him,
his eyes flicking from the manager's face down to the blankets like he couldn't quite face up to how
much he wanted this. "I'm- yeah, I'm good, I'm fantastic. Will you record it next time so I can see?"

The manager wondered if it was possible to die from too many boners, and pinned Taecyeon to the
mattress, rubbing his cock on Taecyeon's stomach. "You want to see what you look like, or do you
want to see what I do to you?"

Taecyeon gasped, like he hadn't thought of the fact that fucking him might not have been all that the
manager did. "Both?" He pushed his cock against the manager's, and for a second the manager was
put off to feel it hard. He would have to get that cock cage. The idea of only letting Taecyeon get
hard when the manager wanted him to was looking more and more appealing.

"We'll see. Why don't you jerk off and tell me what you think I did?"

"Oh, fuck." Taecyeon's grabbed his dick immediately, hand moving quickly up and down the length.
"You- you fucked me."

"Easy one," the manager said, clicking his tongue. "Obviously I fucked you, there's come in your ass.
What else?"

He watched Taecyeon's eyes travel down his own body, searching for any sign to interpret. "Did you
make me suck you?"

"Hard to do that when you're too drugged up to suck."

Taecyeon groaned, his hand moving faster. "Did I get hard?"

"No," the manager said, leaning in with a wide, wicked smirk. "But I played with your cock anyway.
It's cute when it's all soft and small."

That hit something. The manager could tell by the look in Taecyeon's eyes, how they went wide and
nearly hurt but hot with lust at the same time. He could especially tell by the way Taecyeon curled
up, tucked his face in the crook of his neck, and came in stripes over his chest.

"Hyung. hyung holy shit."

"That was hot, baby." the manager kissed at Taecyeon's neck until Taecyeon turned his head and
they kissed. Taecyeon was panting against his mouth, wrung out and winded like he always was
after an orgasm.

"You're hard." Taecyeon's limbs made a couple abortive jerks toward trying to coordinate motion. "I
could get you off."

"Don't you have class soon? I'll be fine. I got mine last night, remember - and I'll get to do it again
tonight. If I want." the manager shrugged like he couldn't really give a shit about fucking Taecyeon or
not, and watched Taecyeon's face fall out of the corner of his eye.

"Come on," Taecyeon said, his voice taking on a begging edge. "Let me suck you off. I'll swallow."

You will if I want you to, the manager thought. An image of Taecyeon's face striped with come, more
come than just one load, flashed through the manager's head.

"You're going to be late," the manager said, rolling off of Taecyeon and swinging his legs out of bed.
He moved too quick for Taecyeon to grab him and reel him back in, grabbed his bathrobe, and
slouched out into kitchen. A couple minutes later, he heard the shower running.

The manager let Taecyeon down easy that evening when he tried to climb in the manager's lap and
dry hump him until the manager stopped watching TV. That night, he put Taecyeon on his stomach,
spreading his legs open as wide as he could force them. He would need a spreader bar, to keep
Taecyeon in place for however long the manager wanted his legs spread. He added that to his
mental shopping list along with the gag, the cock cage, and a few different sizes of butt plugs. As he
fucked Taecyeon like this, face down in the mattress, completely dead to the world and drooling
open-mouthed onto the pillowcase, the manager thought he might also want some rope, just in case.

He left bruises the next night - hickeys on the back of Taecyeon's neck and shoulders, finger-shaped
marks around his hips and wrists. That evening, he caught Taecyeon staring at them, pressing his
fingers against the marks on his throat and staring at the manager with a desperate hunger in his
eyes.

The open-mouth gag was a genius decision. With Taecyeon's mouth pried wide open by the wicked
looking metal prongs between his teeth, the manager could fuck right down his throat. It was messy -
Taecyeon drooled everywhere, gagging occasionally when the manager thrust, soaking the pillow -
but it was worth it to shove his cock in until his balls sat against Taecyeon's chin and shoot down his
throat. The next night, he pulled out and came on Taecyeon's face. Taecyeon was so turned on the
next morning he pleaded for the manager to touch him, face still covered in dried come, his cock so
hard it leaked. The manager jerked him off one-handed, barely paying attention to how he writhed
and whimpered, and made Taecyeon lick his hand clean when he was done.

The cock cage came in the mail two days later. It was stainless steel and fitted perfectly over
Taecyeon's soft cock. The manager strapped it in place that night, staring at how the cage held
Taecyeon's cock, how it would pinch if he tried to get hard, how the little padlock holding it together
meant Taecyeon would have to beg him to take it off.

The manager spent hours that night playing with Taecyeon's hole, pushing first three, then four
fingers deep inside him and pressing them against Taecyeon's prostate. He fitted his thumb
underneath Taecyeon's balls and rubbed it from the outside, too, watching in rapt fascination as the
limp dick locked away in its cage dripped clear fluid. The next morning, Taecyeon gasped when he
saw what was between his legs, staring desperately at the manager.

"Are you going to take it off?" he asked, quiet. He'd learned over the past week that being a whiny
brat about what he wanted got him nowhere.

"I kind of like it," the manager said, reaching down to cup the cage with his palm. "You can only get
hard if I let you, now."

From the way Taecyeon's hips jerked against his hand, he wanted to get hard. He was always horny
in the morning after getting fucked during the night, even the times the manager wouldn't tell him
what he'd done. But Taecyeon didn't ask to be let out of the cage and the manager didn't offer, and
that night when Taecyeon took his pill, he still had it on.

It was as good a time as any to start making recordings. The manager made sure to get Taecyeon's
caged cock in the frame when he fucked him that night, on his back with one leg tossed over the
manager's shoulder. The video was silent except for the sloppy sounds of lube in Taecyeon's ass
and the slap of skin on skin. Taecyeon's body opened up for the manager like it always did now, a
smooth, easy slide that looked amazing on camera. The manager pulled out to catch the money
shot, coming on the cock cage and on Taecyeon's fucked-out ass, and then panned slowly up
Taecyeon's naked body to his face, still fast asleep.

It took Taecyeon three days to figure out the manager had locked him out of his laptop. "What's the
new password?"

"Sorry, babe. We've got a new consultant doing audits on all the computers that have any kind of
company data on them. If they ever figure out I let you use it, I could get in deep shit." the manager
didn't take his eyes off the TV as he spoke. Taecyeon was curled up on the couch next to him, his
head resting on the manager's shoulders.

"Oh." Taecyeon set the laptop aside. "That sucks. Guess I'll just use my phone."

The manager had filmed Taecyeon a handful of times in those past three days. The videos ranged
from the manager fucking him to fingering him to taking the cock cage off and playing with his limp
dick. He was in the middle of editing, and didn't need Taecyeon wondering why he was doing
anything else but filming them. He was almost done re-cutting the first video to take out the times
he'd swept the camera over Taecyeon's face - not for the version that would go public, he wanted
Taecyeon's face in that one. The recording Taecyeon would see, though, would just be those long
minutes of the manager's dick in his ass.
He let Taecyeon's cock out of its cage before he cued up the edited version of the first video on the
TV. Taecyeon watched with his hand shoved down the front of his jeans, pleading written all over his
face, groaning the manager's name as he stroked himself. "I need you," he whined, bucking his hips.
"I want to get you off. I know you play with me all the time but I- I want to see you come, please,
hyung."

In the video, the manager panted harshly into the camera's speaker and pulled out. Taecyeon made
a wrecked sound when he saw the manager painting his limp cock with come and stiffened, coming
in his pants.

"You saw me," the manager said, smirking at him. "Ready for the cage to go back on?"

"hyung please," Taecyeon whispered. He slid down off the couch onto his knees, crawling between
the manager's legs. His eyes were wide and wild-looking. He set his hands on the manager's thighs,
but stayed sitting back on his heels, so tense he was practically shaking and waiting for the manager
to give him permission.

The manager ignored him for a couple minutes just to watch him squirm and chew on his lips out of
the corner of his eye. Then he slouched down and spread his knees wider, unbuttoning his jeans
until he could pull his cock out. "Go on."

It was a little pathetic and really fucking hot at the same time, how Taecyeon just dove for his cock at
that, cramming as much as he could fit into his mouth on the first go. His fingers clutched at the
manager's thighs through his jeans, and he sucked at a nearly frantic pace. The manager dropped
one hand to Taecyeon's head, grabbing a generous handful of hair and holding on while Taecyeon
drooled and gagged around his cock. With the other hand, he grabbed the remote and turned up the
volume, watching the show instead of watching the mouth on his dick. He got plenty of chances to
watch himself slide down Taecyeon's throat. This was throwing the kid a bone, so he'd keep coming
back and the manager could keep making good on his plans.

Splitting his attention as he was, it took him a long time to get off. Taecyeon was making desperate
little noises by the end, his face red, his chin wet with spit. The manager bet his jaw was sore and
his throat hurt, from how hard he'd been trying to deepthroat the manager's cock down to the base.
He was trying so hard to get the manager's attention. It was almost cute, in a slutty, pathetic kind of
way.

The manager tightened his grip on Taecyeon's hair and rolled his hips up, fucking Taecyeon's mouth
for a handful of vicious thrusts that shoved him all the way inside and made Taecyeon gag so hard
he retched. The manager held him down through it, coming down Taecyeon's throat with a long,
satisfied sigh. He pulled Taecyeon off his cock by the hair and looked down at him, taking in how
fucked out he looked.

"Your face is a mess. Probably want to go shower before you go to bed."

Taecyeon was limp in the manager's hold. The manager was sure the grip on his hair hurt, but he
was leaning into it with his eyes closed, panting for breath. the manager wondered if he'd gotten
hard again while he was sucking cock.

"Thank you," Taecyeon croaked. He smiled, a little shaky and a lot desperate, leaning up against the
hand in his hair, craning his neck. The manager sighed and leaned down, giving him a quick peck on
the lips. Taecyeon shuddered all over, like the manager had done a lot more than just kiss him.

"Go get yourself cleaned up. I'll come to bed after a while."

The manager watched Taecyeon stagger off toward the bathroom. Denying him sex - or any kind of
intimate touch - while Taecyeon was awake had made him fragile and dependent on the manager's
good word. The times the manager did touch him, Taecyeon acted like angels had descended from
on high and answered all his prayers. At this rate, the manager could probably talk him into anything.

Good thing, too, because with the growing library of videos of Taecyeon getting fucked in his sleep
ready to go live to the internet at large, the manager was sure he would get more than a few
depraved fucks wanting to get their dick wet. The ones that were willing to pay for it might even get
to fulfill their little fantasies.

A couple hours later, the apartment was quiet. The manager picked up the camera, whistling
cheerfully as he walked back into the bedroom, shedding his clothes as he went. The website he'd
tossed together was almost ready. It just needed a few final touches, and tonight seemed like a good
night to record himself fucking Taecyeon's mouth with the gag in.

He was going to make a killing on this sweet little ass.