Parker hangs up the phone with in high spirits. In two short days, a high-tech chastity belt with an RC vibrating probe will arrive. Without getting into gory details, it'll all but ensure Brett is ready for him.

The hard part will be getting him to wear it. Everyone has a line they won't cross and wearing the Lord Of all Submission Torture Devices (aptly named Lost D) is a thousand miles past Brett's, especially given what Parker glimpsed from his window, minutes after their time together.

The good part about being Brett's neighbor is being able to look through his window and know when he's home.

The bad part about being Brett's neighbor is being able to look through his window and know when he's home, fucking the bejesus out of a girl to get the gay out of his system.

Parker never thought his heart would ache so much from seeing that, it never has before, but things have changed. Now that Brett is his, he doesn't want him doing anything with anyone without his permission, which he'd never give, not unless he had to give it to himself on some bullshit technicality. All he knows, the damn belt can't come fast enough.

Parker doesn't know much about BDSM relationships, especially one like his, so he's not sure it's fair to punish Brett for his affair, no matter how badly he wants to. He looks online and learns that contracts are an actual thing. While a contract can't hold a stone to using freedom as leverage, Parker wants one as a compromise. It's better than Brett deserves, but this isn't about him.

———

Parker shows up at school with ultra high hopes, desperate to broach the topic. While school is a safe zone, he figures a contract will come as welcomed news. It'll give Brett peace of mind, knowing he can limit what happens to him. Of course, Parker won't talk details, but he wants Brett to start thinking about it.

Parker spends the morning searching him out in between classes, but he's nowhere to be found. Parker doesn't make the connection until he sees his empty spot in the cafeteria.

Brett skipped school.

More so, Brett, known house burglar, skipped school the day Parker's dad is out of town, the day his house is empty and unattended, the day after Parker made him suck his cock.

His heart sinks, knowing it's overwhelmingly likely that Brett is at his house, turning the place over, destroying everything in search of evidence he will most likely find.

In hindsight, Parker feels pretty stupid for not having password protection on his laptop, but it seemed wholly unnecessary since his dad is computer illiterate. Putting in a password every time it idled was annoying as fuck.

Parker's stomach knots up to the point where he can hardly stand. Breathless, he stumbles out into the hallway. His legs buckle as he bumps into a wall of lockers, sliding down to the floor, butt first.

He should've planned ahead, but that damn belt and that damn BDSM contract were the only two things on his mind. He was dumb to everything else in the world.

Parker catches his breath and rises to action. He steadies himself long enough to make it out to his car and floors it all the way home. His house looks completely normal, but it doesn't make him any less suspicious. Brett wouldn't make a break-in obvious.

He opens the front door and locks it behind him, scanning the living room and kitchen for signs of forced entry. His heart settles as he confirms that everything is as he left it. Yet, he still has to check upstairs.

He creeps up the steps, listening for activity. Everything is silent and still aside from his labored breaths. He clears the bathroom and then, the master bedroom, leaving his room for last. He figures that's where Brett will be, if he's anywhere at all. In his mind, waiting Brett out will take away the element of surprise, but that's bullshit, he's just scared shitless.

It takes an embarrassingly long time to build up enough courage to enter his quiet room, so long in fact, the information has since been redacted. He sidles past the door without disturbing it to find his laptop setting open on his office desk, exactly where he left it. He sits down in his rolling chair to check his documents. It's there. It's still there.

He raises his fists in triumph, flooded with relief, chuckling at how paranoid he's been.

His celebration is cut short when half of his drone slams into the back of his head. Before he can think of defending himself, Brett is on top of him, wrestling his phone away. It's wrestling in the sense that it hurts. There was no struggle. Brett took it faster than if he'd been given it. Parker winces his eyes closed.

The cloud. It was always Brett's intention to ambush him if he assumed the video was on the cloud. It's not. Parker couldn't risk it going to the wrong device. He couldn't risk sharing leverage, sharing Brett, with anyone.

*****

Brett presses his forearm to Parker's neck. "I warned you. I told you it'd never work. It's over now, so open your fucking eyes before I cut the lids off them."

Parker trembles underneath him, too scared to speak, to explain anything—as if he could. Brett isn't waiting for an answer, he motivates with pain, pinching and twisting skin.

Parker scream-opens his eyes to a digital padlock unlocking his Home Screen. Brett searches the phone while keeping Parker's chest pinned under his knees.

The pain is incredible. Parker can barely breathe. It feels like his rib cage is seconds away from cracking underneath the weight.

"Please Brett," he begs, "You're crushing me."

Brett shifts, pinning his arms instead. "Make a move and you're done."

Parker nods obediently. He has no idea why Brett showed mercy, but now isn't the time to overthink it.

Brett puts down the phone. "Okay, where is it? Don't make this harder on yourself. It'll end in pain if you lie to me."

"Will you leave peacefully if I tell you?"

Brett laughs. "Oh, you're getting punished, you earned that, but tell me and I won't beat the shit out of you."

Parker stares into his cool blue eyes. Seven years of torment gave him a knack for knowing when he's telling the truth. Brett never beat him if he did as he was told. Trust. That's the reason Parker put the urinal cake in his mouth. He trusted that Brett's first option was always the least painful.

Parker says, "I only have it on the laptop. The screen is already up." Brett looks at him skeptically. "If I had it on my phone, I wouldn't have ditched school to come home."

Brett nods as he releases him to go over to the desk. "Go get a cup, two actually."

Parker stares at the ceiling, wondering what he could possibly need cups for. Brett claps his hands, jolting him to action. Mindlessly, he rushes to the kitchen to retrieve them.

Owning Brett was fun, but back to reality, back to being a powerless bitch, too pathetic for him to waste energy pummeling. That's how it's always been. As cruel as Brett has been over the years, he's never once struck Parker with a closed fist.

Parker returns with the cups and an excuse, a half truth to feed his ego. "I like you, I mean, obsessed. I wasn't actually g—."

"Save it!" Brett shouts, "One more word and I'll fuck you up so bad your mom won't recognize you, if the bitch ever comes back."

Parker's blood boils, but he remains still. He thinks, attacking would be suicide without the vid—. "Oh, Wait!" he shouts.

Brett looks at him with frenzied eyes.

Parker folds his arms across his chest. "Load up ESO. It's on my desktop." Brett's lips go taut. "Trust me, you'll want to look" —He chuckles to himself, thinking about — "you're gonna laugh."

Parker helps Brett get to his chat log, then waits impatiently on the bed. Brett carefully reads through it, turning only when he's finished. He's not laughing. His pale-faced expression is everything.

"I'm glad you're here. We have the place to ourselves tonight." Parker smiles as he strips his lower half. "Your game's in three days, don't make me ask."

He's impressed, but not surprised by how quickly Brett's mouth warms his cock, forcing moans out of him. Given Brett's latest stunt, living between Parker's legs is the best he can hope for. Added bonus? Brett left the laptop open and guess where the webcam is facing.

Parker has a feeling Brett will be signing a contract before the night's over. Just a hunch.