As much as Parker wants to, he can't bring himself to have Brett spend the night, not when he's so sure it's all an act. While it didn't take much convincing to agree to let the contract run its course, he doesn't want to risk getting attached when he's certain Brett won't look his way after the finals.

Parker must settle for living in the moment and he couldn't be more pleased with how easy it was to get Brett to wear the belt. He was ready to unveil the sex video, but was glad he didn't have to. It's easy to attribute meaning to Brett's compliance, but that's a recipe for heartache.

Still, imagining Brett, squirming around in bed, sexually frustrated, is the most arousing thought that has ever crossed Parker's mind. It gets better. The vibrating beads are pressure sensitive, so he always knows when they're inside of Brett because of a LED on its remote. That alone, is a comfort that allows him to close his eyes with a wide smile.

The only thing Parker regrets is only having one class with Brett. Though, he wouldn't trade Health for all the other classes combined, given the subject matter.

With Health class after lunch, the remote has been burning a hole in Parker's pocket all day. He met with Brett before school to make sure he was probed and ready. He even assured him the off switch on the belt would prevent him from being messing with. To keep up that guise, Parker resisted using it on him all day, waiting patiently for Health class instead.

Brett, being the popular class clown with plenty of real-life experience, always has plenty to say in class. Parker plans to use this to his advantage and can hardly conceal his excitement. He skips lunch to wait outside of the classroom and takes a seat in the back corner to have full view of Brett, no matter where he chooses to sit.

———

Students pour into the room, thoughtlessly grabbing seats with whoever they came in with. Brett, flanked by two football buddies, shows up seconds before the bell and forces a couple to move and sit separately, so they can all sit together in the second row. Close enough to cause trouble, but not the first to be called on.

Parker sends a pulse on the lowest setting as Brett sits down. Gentle enough to be mistaken as product defect, but still enough to get a reaction from him. Brett's head turns on a swivel toward Parker whose empty hands are laid flat on the desk. He's pretending to squint at the board to read the lesson plan.

The topic? Teen pregnancy. The first half hour consists of flipping through a textbook while Mr. Derpen shouts warnings and testimonials to scare them into abstinence.

Offhandedly, he says, "Let's see a show of hands for anyone who knows or knows of a teen mom or dad?" Most students raise their hands. "Now, leave them up if you think that has affected their lives for the better." Most hands drop, not Brett's. "For the better, huh?"

Brett, unable to resist, nearly shoots up from his seat, raising his hand higher with a smug grin. Parker sends a perfectly timed pulse that has him clenching up and plopping his butt back down to his seat.

"No, go on Manning, let's hear it." Mr. Derpen with the unintentional assist.

Brett clutches his side with one hand as he waves him off with the other. The way his lip trembles as he bites down on it is proof the remote works perfectly. To anyone else, he might just seem restless.

"Manning, stand up!" Mr. Derpen beckons, walking up to his desk. "I want to hear how having a child out of wedlock with no means to support it can make life better for the mother, or the child!"

Mr. Derpen slams his hands down on Brett's desk. He's clearly been waiting for a chance to serve the class clown and this seems like an argument Brett can't win, bead interference aside.

Brett stands up from his chair, white knuckling the edges of the desk to maintain balance. Parker turns up the pulse and Brett lets out a long moan. "Mmmm... let me think on how to.... Mmm.... Uhh, word it right."

Mr. Derpen crosses his arms, tapping his foot at Brett, clearly intent on hearing his answer or letting time run out waiting on it.

"R-Remember, Tiffany Fields?" Brett asks, panting heavily, "Ohhhh, yeah Shane's sis?"

Mr. Derpen nods, furrowing his brows, not sure where he's going with it.

"Well, she was like four hundred pounds when she got knocked up," Brett squeals, "then she lost a ton of weight due to morning sickness."

Brett's faithful burst out laughing, taking the focus off him for a moment. One says, "Yeah, Tiff's down to two-ten now. I'd fuck her. All that loose skin, it's like her body's made of vaginas."

Another says, "It'd be like 50 first slays."

Brett falls out laughing, but it turns to groans as Parker turns the setting to max. He blurts out, "Yeah, Tiff could've died of heart disease, so pregnancy literally saved her life. I gotta go take the biggest shit, so peace out Derp."

Brett sprints out of the classroom without looking back at Parker. He should've waited. The belt is stuck on that setting and he's locked in it with two options: endure or go home. Having a vibrator rattle around in his pants isn't an option. Not even Brett Manning could survive that.

*****

Class lets out and Parker rushes off to find Brett before he leaves. He doesn't have to go far. Brett is waiting outside the door for him, with his butt flat on the floor. He has AirPods in, so it'll look like he's jamming out instead of ass-spasming. Parker bites back a grin.

Brett springs up from the floor and seemingly slams Parker against a row of lockers, it's all noise from his forearm making impact though.

"Turn it off," he whispers frantically, "please."

Parker listens. He definitely wanted to punish him for being a jerk, but it was never his intention to keep it going.

Brett gasps with relief. "Come on," —He grabs Parker's arm— "We're going home."

Parker wrests his arm free. "We still have two periods. I won't mess with you anymore."

He follows Brett's eyes as they dart down to his own shorts. There is a large wet spot on the front near his crotch.

Parker laughs. "Did you?"

"No, but I want to," he says, "I literally can't think of anything else. So, there's no point in being here."

"Ok, but I'm turning it back on then."

"Fine, but let's go."

Parker turns the vibrator on a medium setting as he walks behind Brett on their way to the parking lot. Out of view, it doesn't seem to bother him as much. His only tell is how his legs get a little shaky mid-stride.

———

They park their cars in their respective driveways and Brett beckons him inside. Parker's dad is home until 8PM, but Brett's parents both have nine-to-fives. He rushes up to his bedroom and Parker comes trailing behind about thirty seconds later.

Brett is naked, lying on his side, clenching a forefinger between his teeth with his legs pressed together. He says, "I want to cum, Master. I'll do anything."

Parker shakes his head. He loves seeing Brett so hot and bothered. He can't imagine a single thing Brett could offer that could top that. He lays down beside him, staring intently as he raises the setting.

Brett's face reddens, but in the safety of his bedroom, he lets loose and gives into it. His body relaxes as he stops fighting against the throbbing beads inside him. "Fine, what does Master want then?" he asks, the intense vibrations can be heard in his voice.

"I just want to watch you. I want you to suffer and beg," Parker says, maxing out the setting.

Brett, stubborn as always, clenches his jaw, rocking back and forth to find a rhythm with the beads. Parker catches him staring at his crotch. It might've been on purpose since Brett licks his lips when their eyes meet.

"Come on, there must be a way," Brett says, "Master, you have to give me a chance or at least a reason why I'm being punished. Don't just deny me like this."

Parker doesn't know the rules of BDSM, but he decides the complaint is legitimate. "You were with Tracy last night and you tried to throw the game or you would've lobbed it."

"Lobbed it!" Brett shouts, breaking his submissive act, shaking his head like he's laying beside a complete idiot. "The ball was going to Hopkins who's five foot five. A lob would've made it a jump ball, which he'd have lost every time. Don't come at me about football! Anything else fine, not that."

"So, there wasn't a part of you that wanted to lose?" Parker asks, propping himself up on an elbow, completely attentive and eager to believe him.

"No, none," Brett says, "Do you have any idea how hard I work at football?" Parker shrugs, not having looked at it from his perspective. "I can't un-suck your cock, after doing it once, it's not something I'm going to throw ten years of hard work away to stop."

Parker nods, fully convinced. "What about Tracy? I know you were with her."

Brett shrugs. "That's not against the rules. You said I couldn't cum and I didn't."

"But you tried to."

"But I didn't. And now that you have this belt, it's a non-issue."

"Fine, go shower. I'll come up with something by the time you get back." Parker turns off the beads and lets his head hit the mattress to stare up at the ceiling.

When Brett returns, Parker says, "Two truths and a lie. If you fool me three times, I'll let you cum." Brett shakes his fists in excitement. "But everything you say has to be about me."