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It certainly hadn't been Phichit's plan to confess to Viktor that he had any tie to Bangkok's red light district; in reality, there wasn't any tie there, just a fantasy and a curiosity that Phichit wasn't really ever going to get to live out given the relative level of fame he was amassing in his homeland. He had never really been shy about his body, always delighted in sharing with and entertaining others... even though it wasn't exactly highly regarded, sex work had fascinated him for as long as he had known about it.

And so, if he was a little promiscuous with his friends and fellow skaters, that was okay. Yuuri knew about it, and though it had taken him a few days he was ultimately okay. Perhaps he shouldn't have revealed the extent of his interest to Viktor in the middle of one of their games, but it had worked out, at least, because now Viktor wanted to give Phichit the space to experiment with this.

He started the scene by setting up a webcam, although as opposed to broadcasting to a global audience, it was set up for an audience of one, just Yuuri, as long as his friend wanted to see. The point of the game, really, was for the bust by Phichit's guest of honor. He warmed himself up by lining up a few toys, primarily dildos and vibrators, and by checking all of the straps on his suitably kinky lingerie. The plan was for Yuuri to cue Viktor when Phichit was ready, and so excitedly he blew a kiss to the camera in a non-verbal cue.

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Viktor stands just outside the door. Straightening a tie, taking deep breaths. Letting the role of 'doting patron' settle over his mind. Until now blissfully unaware of these exploits. But people are talking. About his boy. It's impossible for these filthy rumors be true. Still, he has to know!

(And it's delicious, imagining the shock. Hard to keep an anticipatory grin back. Good thing Viktor is a professional!)

Of course, Phichit needs to be caught in the act of "entertaining" a client. So Viktor waits for things to start. For the phone to buzz with his own cue...

Once he puts in his cue for Yuuri to get the message to Viktor, he starts the show by picking up one of the dildos, a curved neon purple piece that looks more like it should be a sculpture than any real toy. He grins a bit flirtatiously before he makes a show of sliding his tongue up the length of it and then swirling it around the head. Any minute now, Viktor would burst in and catch him in the act, and the anticipation was enough for a semi to make a bulge in his white panties.

This is allowed to continue for almost a minute. Phichit's framed perfectly, camera lights turning his skin warm and touchable. Begging for hands to run down it. Then that tongue. No wonder he's popular. He belongs in a spotlight, whether on the ice... or a bed.

It's shaping up to be an excellent session - Until the bedroom door booms open.

Viktor's rehearsed several possible entrance lines. Accusatory, shocked, furious. None of them seemed quite right, so in the end he's ad-libbing. Mouth dropped into a perfect 'O' as he takes in the whole scene.

"Phichit!"

Even though he knows it's coming, the bubble of anticipation in his gut bursts when the door kicks open, and Phichit squeaks and startles at the sound. It helps him sell his surprise as candid, as the dildo fall out of his mouth and he gazes up at Viktor, eyes wide.

"Viktor!" He yelps back, hand coming over his crotch as if to hide himself. "What are you doing here? I thought you were out!"

It's easy to sink into the feeling of betrayal, seeing Phichit look so guilty. Trying to cover himself. As if that will help, when he's dressed like a slut and surrounded by an entire toybox.

Viktor's gaze sweeps across the set-up. Lingering on the camera (long enough for the audience to get a good, long look at the handsome interloper.) Then he turns back to Phichit.

"So it's true."

His voice, usually so full of life, comes out flat.

Oh. Viktor is so good at emoting, the stricken expression on his face conveying so much heartbreak and hurt that for a moment, Phichit feels massively guilty. He reminds himself that it's just a game, but tries not to let the relief that though gives him show too much on his face.

"Ah, well... I guess that means you heard about me...?" He mumbles, trying to sound very sheepishly like a boy caught playing in something he shouldn't have been. "Are you mad...?"

Viktor folds his arms.

"I'm disappointed."

Which only plays up the heartbroken parent angle. 'Mad' is one thing, but disappointment lingers. Establishes there are expectations. Which Phichit has willfully disobeyed. And flaunted.

This isn't just sneaking kisses without permission. Or even riding Chris.

"Explain yourself."

In response to Viktor's disappointment, Phichit makes a soft whining noise. He looks down at his lap shamefully, willing his cheeks to burn even though a person can't exactly blush on demand. Against his complexion it's even harder to get color to show.

"I... I just..." Phichit looks up at Viktor from under his thick lashes, his head still mostly bowed. "It makes me feel good to show off my body.."

Viktor begins walking over to the bed. Looming over Phichit. He has command of the room. And anyone watching. Both hands slide to slim hips. Showing off his own figure, even as he keeps rolling with the story.

"You could do that any time. This is to strangers. For money."

If Phichit has hoped to pass this off as a simple hobby? No luck.

"Y-yeah, but..." Phichit trails off, then lets his gaze dart up the length of Viktor's gorgeous body, all the way up to his face which is pinched in a deep frown. Then he adds, "I-It's more fun this way. All my viewers think I'm so sexy."

"Oh? So that's enough for you? Having fun?"

Viktor leans in further. Emphasizing the difference in level, size, and this close he could easily kiss Phichit. Push him down onto the bed. Run delicate fingers over every inch of skin, until the boy's panting and squirming. It's something they've done so many times.

He keeps his hands exactly where they are.

"It's enough not being touched?"

"W-Well, I've never had a guest on my show before... usually I just read the things people write and pretend it's someone else touching me. But... if you will join me, daddy..?" He presses a finger to Viktor's chest coyly, but his expression is still the picture of innocence. "I'd be so happy...!"

"Join you?"

Viktor's keeping his face deliberately in profile to the cameras. Making it hard to read. Phichit, however, will see the interest growing. Competing with the "rage."

"I should be punishing you."

And all that entails.

Phichit squirms, and his cock threatens to bob right out of its tiny panty restraint, although it manages to stay put for the moment.

"Ahh," he whines. "You should be... but joining me would be a lot more fun, Daddy!"

"Hmmmm."

Viktor puts a single finger under Phichit's chin. Allowing himself this much touch, because otherwise he might just tackle his mischievous boy to the bed.

And no one would learn anything, would they?

"Maybe we should ask the audience? Maybe they think you should be punished too?"

Oh, that could be fun, too. If Yuuri's watching, and why wouldn't he be, unless maybe he's overwhelmed, he'd probably enjoy telling them what to do. Phichit tilts his head a little at Viktor's sweet touch, then blinks up at him with a shy nod.

"O-Okay," he agrees. "We can ask them, a-and if they want me to be punished, then Daddy should punish me."

"What do you think," Viktor asks. Sweeping his gaze over to the camera. "He's been talking to strangers! And got an after-school job without asking! Shouldn't a bad child be spanked for that?"

The way the screen is set up, there are only text responses. That's plenty, though!

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Edited 2018-04-22 23:09 (UTC)

When the response appears on the screen, Phichit moans, already imagining the sting in his ass from Viktor's broad strikes. He slowly lets his gaze rake up Viktor's body, until he's looking up at him demurely from beneath his eyelashes.

"Daddy," he gasps. "They want you to spank me good."

With that, Viktor's shrugging out of his jacket. Moves easy and fluid.

"They do. And why should you be spanked? Tell me."

He is not making it an option. After all - if Phichit doesn't know what he did wrong, how can he learn to be better? It's an important part of the training. Also a place for him to expand on his 'crimes.' It's been left open ended...

"Because," Phichit says at length, his eyes trailing Viktor's arms as they work his jacket off and fold it to toss aside. "...Ah, because I showed the internet all kind of private, dirty things... Things that were supposed to be only for Daddy."

"All kinds? Like what?"

Viktor slides down the tie, fingers curved into careless arcs. An elegance that comes only from years of practice. Flipping that aside, he starts work on the buttons. Only a few, giving a glimpse of chiseled muscle.

Phichit's concentration already seems shaky. And this probably won't help.

"Ha..." he breathes aloud, his throat working hard to swallow when he can't help but gaze at the exposed column of Viktor's neck as it leads into his chest. His mouth is already so dry.

"Um... like showing my cock," he mumbles, letting that word sit in his mouth a little, his tongue popping on the last syllable. "A-And... daddy's special entrance..."

Is that too much? It might be. He has to watch Viktor's reaction to be sure.

"Did you show off how much you can fit there? How much you enjoy it?"

With that there's a hand in Phichit's hair. Twisting tight. Forcing him to look up into Viktor's eyes. Part of the game, true, but also so he can watch for warning signs.

They'd brushed on the subject of language. But it's hard to know how far is too much, until they try it.

"Did you show off what a cockslut you are, malysh?"

Phichit's eyes burn a little from the tension at his scalp, and he lets out a little whine. But he's not truly affected yet, and he nods minutely.

"I did. I showed them," he confesses. "With my toys. My big toys."

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