Kim Namjoon was 29 years old as of today; September 12th.

His six roommates had thrown him a huge party in their shared penthouse apartment, starting early in the morning as they woke up him with a shower of songs and gifts, partied all through the afternoon with drinks, music and dancing, and an expensive lunch at his favorite restaurant, and now they were finally back home, though Namjoon had a feeling the festivities weren't over just yet.

He loved his roommates, they were like his six best friends. Despite Namjoon only meeting them a few years ago when he first moved in, they all made him feel welcomed and loved. The others had been living together for longer, and at first Namjoon was worried he would forever be an outsider, but they dismissed that notion on day one.

There was the oldest, Kim Seokjin. Extremely handsome, easy going, a good person to have personal talks with and confide in. Cute laugh.

Min Yoongi was the second oldest, and the one who Namjoon knew the least about. The enigmatic boy usually stayed in his room and kept to himself, but when he opened up, Namjoon found him to be a lot like himself; smart, speculative, witty. And when Yoongi got drunk, he was the cutest out of all of them. He wasn't dark or cold, but Namjoon still found it a little intimidating whenever he wanted to make small talk with the second eldest.

Jung Hoseok was Yoongi's opposite; loud, extroverted and constantly moving. He and Namjoon were born in the same year so he was the most casual with Hobi hyung.

Park Jimin was younger than Namjoon, though he acted like he was older. The smallest of the six was supermodel gorgeous, and though he was a bit of a diva at times, he was really down to earth and could talk with Namjoon for hours about any subject.

Kim Taehyung was a little younger than Jimin, and Namjoon had struggled to get along with him when they first met. Not because Taehyung was a bad guy at all- he was great! He was just different than Namjoon, was all. But they both loved to act childlike and carefree and found a chemistry together that no one in the house could replicate.

The youngest was Jeon Jungkook, and he was somehow the most precious little baby and also the biggest, baddest, motorcycle riding, swearword using, perverted thought having male in the whole penthouse.

Namjoon loved them all.

The others all had jobs and they split the rent between the six of them. Namjoon was the only one who was still going to school, pursuing a masters degree in business at the University down the road.

He felt bad not being able to pay rent, since he didn't have a job, and instead donated the small allowance his parents sent him monthly to the richer men.

They of course wouldn't accept the feeble money at first, (which was such a small amount that it would barely even make a dent in the expensive rent, but Namjoon wanted to contribute what he could- he wasn't a lazy freeloader!), but after seeing how much it bothered Namjoon that he wasn't helping out as much as the others were, they finally relented and allowed him to pay 50$ towards the 10k$/month rent.

The penthouse was large and right in the middle of the city, which was why Namjoon had picked it. He had planned out a business repayment plan to pay back the rent once he graduated and got his degree, with interest and fees included, but the others had shoo'ed that document away and allowed Namjoon to live with them for free.

He still wasn't sure why they had taken him in when he applied for their vacant room, but something in the way their eyes all lit up the moment they saw him was what finalized their decision.

They were a group of fun loving, relaxed, chill guys and Namjoon grew to like them immediately. He suspected they didn't even put his 50$ towards the rent at all, but instead just pocketed it. Which was fine with him, whatever made his friends happy. He still planned on secretly paying them all back after he got a job anyways.

All of them were rich, though Namjoon wasn't quite sure what they all did for a living. Seokjin had connections all over the globe, it seemed. And Jungkook had a start up company going for a software project, Jimin was in finance, Hoseok worked at a TV studio, Taehyung owned some businesses and as for Yoongi, well, Namjoon had no idea at all what the quiet hyung did.

Namjoon collapsed on his bed with a sigh, ready to relax and have some time to himself for the rest of his birthday.

He had just cracked open the book his mom had bought him when there came a knock at the door.

With a little frown at the interruption, Namjoon put the book down and answered the door.

To his surprise, all his roommates were crowding around the door, big smiles on their faces.

"Uh, hey." Namjoon took a step back, wondering why all of them were leaning in so close to him.

"Happy birthday, Joonie." Hoseok said for the millionth time today.

"Thanks." Namjoon replied for the millionth time.

"We have one more present for you, Joonie." Jimin was grinning and it made the older boy suspicious. He knew all of their smiles and this one was Jimin's special grin; it meant he was up to no good.

"You guys have done enough for me." Namjoon said, eyes narrowing.

"Actually, we have two more gifts for you." Seokjin hummed.

"But, I-"

"You only get the second gift after you accept the first one." Yoongi warned.

Namjoon blinked. "Huh?"

"Come on." Jungkook grabbed Namjoon's hand, bouncing eagerly. "Let's go!"

"Go where?" Namjoon looked longingly over his shoulder at his book, but the others all hurried him out of the penthouse and into the car, squishing themselves into the backseat so Yoongi could drive and Namjoon could have the passenger seat to himself.

They almost never traveled this way, especially since all six of them owned their own cars, but clearly they wanted to stick together for some reason.

Namjoon's instincts told him he should be very suspicious of their motives. After years of living with only men, one grew to anticipate pranks, crazy things that bordered on being illegal and practical jokes that almost always went sideways.

"What's going on?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at the five crammed into the backseat.

Jungkook and Jimin giggled from where they were sitting on Hoseok's, Taehyung's and Seokjin's laps.

"You'll see when we get there, Joonie." Taehyung promised, which didn't make Namjoon feel any better.

"Get to where, exactly?" He asked.

They all just giggled in response and Namjoon groaned, settling back in his seat to brace for the inevitable.

-

To his surprise and confusion, Yoongi parked in front of a hospital.

"What are we doing here?" Namjoon frowned as they all climbed out of the car.

"Come on, it's almost time." Jungkook hurried him inside.

Namjoon followed at the back of the group as they walked up to the front desk. "Time for what?"

"Kim Namjoon is here for his four o'clock appointment." Seokjin told the receptionist.

"What?!" Namjoon was bewildered and he took a step back. "I don't have an appointment!"

"You're all checked in." The receptionist smiled at them. "You can have a seat in the waiting room, the doctor will be out shortly."

"What are you guys doing?" Namjoon hissed as they led him to the quiet waiting room. "I swear to God, if you idiots signed me up for a sex change surgery-"

Hoseok laughed loudly. "It's not a sex change surgery- no surgery at all, even."

"Yeah, we definitely don't want to lose your dick." Taehyung smiled, staring blatantly at Namjoon's jeans and it made the dimpled boy blush.

It didn't help that he had a crush on all his roommates. They were all so attractive, and each in their own special way.

"Then what?" He growled as he sat down in a chair and the others immediately took seats around him.

"You'll see." Jimin sang.

Namjoon looked to Yoongi for help but the black haired boy just gave him a smile.

"Mr. Kim?" A voice called out, and a man in a white doctors coat came into the room.

His roommates all jumped up and lifted Namjoon out of his chair.

"Right here." Seokjin said, leading the way.

"I'm nurse Lee, and..." The nurse frowned. "And... all of you are coming with?"

"Yessir, we are." Taehyung nodded.

"Um... usually friends and family wait out here..." The nurse implied with a raised eyebrow.

"You're right." Yoongi gave him a patronizing tone. "They usually do wait outside. Good for you, you're so smart."

After a small staring contest, the nurse sighed. "Alright, follow me."

He led them to a private room and shut the door behind them. "I have to grab your medical records, Mr. Kim. I'll be right back." He pointed to the paper lined medical cot, where a bundle of cloth sat. "If you wouldn't mind changing, we can begin as soon as I get back with the doctor."

Namjoon picked up the cloth in confusion, seeing it was a hospital gown. "What is this for? Why do I need to change into it?"

There was muffled snickering behind him, and he turned to see his roommates struggling not to laugh.

"Okay, what is it?" Namjoon crossed his arms and glared at them.

"It's your gift, Joonbug." Hoseok giggled.

"Tell me what this appointment is all about." Namjoon demanded. "Or else I'm walking out of here."

"Are you walking home, too?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, reminding the boy who had driven him here.

"Just put the gown on and we'll tell you." Seokjin said. "I promise."

Namjoon supposed there was no harm in just putting on the clothing, he could always just yank it right back off anyways. And Seokjin always kept his promises, so Namjoon huffed but grabbed the gown.

"You have to take your clothes off first." Taehyugn called when Namjoon was about to just slip it on over his shirt and pants.

"I'm not going to do that." Namjoon snapped, fiddling with the strings that tied the back of the gown together. "Hey, someone do this for me."

"It's the doctors rules." Jungkook argued.

"Yeah, why would they give you that just to put on over your clothes?" Jimin shook his head.

"Just tell me what's going on." Namjoon huffed, giving up with the strings.

"After you put on the gown." Seokjin said.

"It is on."

"The right way."

Namjoon groaned loudly. "Oh come on-"

"The nurse told you to wear it." Yoongi said. "And he'll be back soon. It's rude not to listen."

Namjoon glared at him, but then quickly looked away when Yoongi's steady gaze made Namjoon feel butterflies erupt in his tummy.

"Fine. But turn around, you perverts."

More giggling, but then his roommates dutifully turned around.

Grumbling, Namjoon slid off his shirt, then whipped around.

"Damnit Jimin- I said no peeking!"

Cackling, Jimin turned to face the wall again.

Namjoon slid off his pants, a little frown on his face from the fact that Yoongi hadn't peeked.

"There." He stated once the gown was on. "I'm wearing your stupid garment. Now tell me what you freaks have planned."

True to his word, Seokjin helped him tie the strings in the back of the gown. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the door opened and the doctor stepped in.

"Hello, Namjoon." She smiled. "I'm doctor Lim, I'll be looking you over today."

At the sight of the woman, the six roommates paused, before failing to hide large grins and smirks.

Namjoon wasn't sure if it was because of how attractive she was, or the fact he still didn't know why he was at a hospital, or some combination of both, but now his heart was starting to pound.

"H-hello." He managed to stammer out.

"If you'll take a seat." She motioned to the cot and Namjoon reluctantly sat down on the crinkly paper.

The fact he was almost naked and on the table while his roommates were fully clothed and safely seated on the plastic chairs against the wall made Namjoon swallow hard.

It's a birthday present, he reminded himself. It has to be something good then, not bad. Maybe the doctor is actually a stripper, and she's going to give me a birthday lapdance or something. That would make sense why they wanted me to take my clothes off.

After going through the basics of asking about his medical history, she took his temperature, blood pressure and checked his ears, eyes and throat.

Wondering when she was going to get to the stripping, Namjoon glanced at his roommates, all of whom were stifling laughter behind their hands and looking eagerly at him and the doctor. So far this medical appointment seemed to be just that- a medical checkup without any sexy removal of clothing.

Except for my own, Namjoon realized, looking down at the skimpy gown he was in.

"Alright, Namjoon." Lim finished typing up some notes in his chart. "I'll have you bend over the table now."

Namjoon blinked. "What for?"

Hoseok laughed loudly and Seokjin shushed him, though the oldest looked two seconds away from doing the same thing.

"Have you done this before?" Lim questioned, grabbing a pair of latex gloves and snapping them on.

Namjoon hadn't experienced a lapdance before but he knew what it was, why was she asking? Did she do something new for beginners? And if she was going to straddle him, why was he supposed to bend over the table? How would that work?

At his confused expression, she took that as a 'no' to her question. "Don't worry, it's not painful."

Well of course it's not painful- it's sexy, Namjoon thought.

She grabbed a small bottle and flipped the cap open and Namjoon watched as she squirted some clear gel onto her gloved hand.

"What's that for?" He asked, confused as to why she would need lotion for a lapdance. Where was it supposed to go?

Jimin couldn't hold back his laughter anymore and burst into loud giggles, and Jungkook and Taehyung followed.

"If you three are quite done, this is a serious medical procedure." Lim glared at them. "You can wait outside if you're going to act immature."

"I'm sorry, really, we're done." Jungkook grinned and wiped the tears from his eyes as he resumed his seat. "Apologies, it won't happen again."

Serious medical procedure? Namjoon cocked his head. That didn't sound like a strip show.

Lim came over to Namjoon, rubbing her gloved palms together to spread the gel around. "I need you to bend over, please, Namjoon."

Slowly, Namjoon did, looking over his shoulder at the attractive stripper.

She glanced down. "Namjoon, I need you to remove your boxers."

Blush crept up his cheeks. "Uh, why?"

For a lapdance, wasn't she supposed to be the one removing clothing?

Now Seokjin was laughing muffled into his hands while Hoseok shushed him.

"What's going on?" Namjoon demanded, suddenly having a very bad feeling this wasn't going to be sexy at all.

"This is your prostate exam appointment," Lim huffed. "I can't check your prostate health if you have your boxers on."

"WHAT?!" Namjoon shrieked and scrambled away, running to the other side of the table to hide from her gloved hands.

Now all six of his bastard friends were laughing their asses off, tears running down their cheeks as they pointed at him and cackled some more.

"You assholes!" He snapped. "What the fuck kind of birthday gift is this?"

Oh God, and it was supposed to be done by a gorgeous, stunning, well educated female. There was no way a bisexual disaster like Namjoon could endure his prostate getting rubbed by a supermodel- he would have a premature ejaculation and embarrass himself in front of everyone in the room!

"Mr. Kim, really now," she frowned. "Lots of men get this procedure done, it's important for your health. You'll never know if you have cancer unless you get the test done."

"C-cancer?" Namjoon asked feebly.

"And if you're all here to just waste my time, I'll be filing a complaint with the management of the hospital." She snapped at all of them. "I'm very busy and have a lot of patients to see, and you took this appointment slot away from someone who clearly needed medical attention more than you! If cancer is a big funny joke to you all, you can just leave and never come back!"

Her angry speech sobered up his roommates, at least.

"We're sorry, doctor." Yoongi apologized. "We didn't mean this as a prank, we truly wanted our friend to get this procedure done."

"What?!" Namjoon dug his nails into the table. "Why?!"

"For your health." Jimin piped up.

"And other reasons." Hoseok said ambiguously.

"We won't waste your time, doctor." Taehyung said seriously. "Namjoon will get it done, then it'll be a real appointment."

"Now wait a minute-" Namjoon started to argue.

"Namjoon, don't be rude." Seokjin scolded.

"Yeah, take off your underwear and let this nice lady stick her fingers up your ass." Jungkook added.

"You assholes pull this shitty prank that backfires on you all and yet I'm the one who has to suffer by going through with it?" Namjoon glared.

"Yes." Yoongi nodded.

"Uh huh." Hoseok nodded.

"Sounds about right." Jimin nodded.

"You got it exactly." Jungkook nodded.

"Yup." Taehyung nodded.

"Take off your boxers." Seokjin nodded.

Namjoon opened his mouth to argue more but after seeing the furious look on doctor Lim's face, he slowly closed it. It wouldn't be a good idea to piss off the person who was about to put their fingers inside you.

"Fine." He gritted his teeth. "But you fuckers have to wait outside."

They protested at that but after they also caught a glance at the doctors face, they hurried out of the room.

"Dicks." Namjoon muttered, crossing his arms.

"Can we get on with this now?" Lim sighed. "I have other patients waiting."

Namjoon's heart pounded and he slowly removed his boxers. The gown covered him, but as soon as he bent over, the curtains in the back would part and he would be exposed to this pretty woman.

Feeling ashamed at his friends behavior, Namjoon hung his head and shyly walked back around the table.

"I'm sorry, doctor." He said softly.

Her glare softened. "It's alright, you're nervous. Everyone is. Don't worry, it's a fast procedure and it won't hurt a bit."

Maybe not, Namjoon thought as he bent himself over the table, feet planted on the ground. But it will be mortifying.

"First, I will be checking your prostate gland." She explained, placing a warm hand on Namjoon's lower back. "To make sure there is no swelling, soreness or lumps."

Namjoon braced himself, gripping the table tightly as he felt a warm finger push into his hole.

If she was surprised by how easily it went in, she didn't remark on it.

As a bisexual, Namjoon was used to having things up his ass whenever he had a one night stand at a guys house, or at a goth girls house and her collection of pegging paraphernalia. He also had some dildos at home that he used whenever he didn't have a partner.

He knew it wouldn't be painful, and that was the problem. It was going to be pleasurable and he was terrified of cumming in front of this attractive doctor.

The finger bumped his prostate and Namjoon stuffed his fist in his mouth to keep from moaning.

She rubbed her finger around, massaging the gland as she felt for bumps or swelling.

Sweat broke out on the boys forehead as his dick stirred in interest at the touches. She was touching his walls too, running her finger around every sensitive nerve in Namjoon's ass as if she was looking for something.

Namjoon knew she was just looking for cancer but if she didn't hurry up she would be finding an orgasm instead.

He groaned, wishing he could close his legs to hide his semi hard dick from view.

"Are you alright?" She asked softly, still fingering his prostate.

"F-fine," Namjoon whispered, not wanting his friends to hear as he knew they would be eavesdropping right outside the door.

"I'm almost done."

Namjoon held back another groan, biting into his fist again as he screwed his eyes shut. He tried to think of gross things to take his mind off the pleasure, but his brain kept going back to Lim's pretty face, and Jungkook's cute smile and... Seokjin's pink lips... and Yoongi's... pale skin and... and dark eyes, and... Jimin...

His body tightened up when a wave of pleasure crashed through him and he gasped in humiliation when his ass clenched around her finger.

"Relax." She rubbed his back with her free hand. "I'm nearly finished."

"I... c-can't." Namjoon admitted, his face red with humiliation.

"Yes you can, just take a deep breath."

"N-no," Namjoon buried his face in the table. "I can't relax, I'll... I'll cum."

She was silent and Namjoon's embarrassment grew.

He heard his bastard friends laughing from right outside the door and he scowled, pleasure fading a little as annoyance seeped in.

She used that opportunity to quickly remove her finger and Namjoon gasped at the jolt of pleasure that raced through him from the friction. He tensed up harder and held his breath, waiting for the wave to pass.

Thankfully, it did and he was able to keep his orgasm at bay.

Lim stood up and removed her gloves, tossing them in the trashcan. Namjoon sighed in relief that it was over.

And then Lim snapped on a pair of fresh gloves and Namjoon's eyes widened.

"I have to check your penis now." She explained upon seeing Namjoon's expression.

He straightened up immediately. "What- why?" He whined, knowing he sounded like a child.

"It's part of the exam." She huffed. "You would have known that if you were taking this appointment seriously."

"But I- my friends-" Namjoon stammered, then realized there was no point in arguing. He was already halfway done, might as well finish it. At least then he wouldn't have a black mark on his record for wasting a doctors time.

With a pout, he sat down on the cot, feeling the traces of lube trickle out of ass and onto the paper that was layered over the surface of the table.

He was going to kill those bastards.

She stood in front of him. "I need you to spread your legs."

Namjoon's thighs parted a fraction of an inch.

"A little more, please."

Another tiny movement.

"Mr. Kim." She sighed with a glare.

Wincing, Namjoon spread his thighs fully, feeling the gown ride up and expose his cock to her.

It wasn't small by any means, and he wasn't embarrassed by it. He had the biggest dick in the house, an unimportant achievement that he took with extreme pride.

But he was embarrassed because he was half hard from the first part of this exam, and now she could see it for herself.

With professionalism, she didn't comment on his aroused state and took his dick into her hands.

Namjoon bit his lip and kept his eyes closed as she inspected, prodded and gently squeezed his shaft, then his tip, then his balls.

It took every effort to not make any noises as she examined him, his fingers digging into the table.

Just when he thought this was going to last forever, she finally released him.

"Good news, Mr. Kim." She said as she disposed of those gloves as well and washed her hands in the sink. "I didn't see or feel any cancerous lumps, and there is no swelling or signs of rash. You are perfectly healthy."

"Thank you." Namjoon managed to say.

"You may get dressed." She nodded to his clothes as she dried her hands. "Do you have any questions?"

"I do!" The door burst open as his six stupid friends barged back in.

"Ah!" Namjoon gasped from where he was in the middle of pulling his pants up. "You assholes- shut the door!"

"What's the point, the good bits are already covered." Hoseok grinned.

"I have a question." Taehyung raised his hand.

Lim didn't look like she wanted to answer it and be forced to spend more time in their company. "Yes?"

"Is it true that men don't have to cum?"

Lim blinked. "Uh-"

"Like, it won't be bad for their health if they had blue balls for a while, right?" Jimin clarified.

"Why are you asking that?" Namjoon asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Blue balls is not a real phenomenon, if that's what you're asking." Lim said. "It's true that nothing harmful will come from a male not ejaculating for a while, but holding it in for long periods of time is not something I would recommend."

"Why is that?" Seokjin asked.

"It's simply not what the male human body was made and equipped to do. Testicles were not made for storage. However, if they were forced to do so, everything else in the body would still work as normal, although sensations would be heightened from oversensitivity. As long as one got regular monthly checkups, there's nothing wrong with not ejaculating."

His roommates were all grinning at this news and Namjoon had a sinking feeling.

-

"I can't believe you fucking assholes did that." Namjoon growled as they drove back home. He crossed his arms and glared out the window. "That was the most embarrassing shit that ever happened to me in my whole entire life! And you fuckers did it on my birthday too! How was that supposed to be a birthday gift?!"

"Speaking of birthday gifts, there's one more waiting for you at home, Jooniebear." Jimin sang.

"I don't want it." Namjoon scowled.

"Aw come on, it was for your health." Seokjin said. "Cheer up, you're cancer free!"

"I never had cancer in the first place." Namjoon grumbled.

"You didn't know that for sure." Taehyung said. "But now you do! You're welcome."

"Yeah? If you all did this for the sake of my good health then why didn't all of you get it done too?" Namjoon whipped his head around to glare at them.

"Because it's not our birthdays." Jungkook gave him a cute smile.

Namjoon faced the front again, glaring out the window. "Fuck you guys."

"Aw come on, Joonie," Hoseok reached over to push him playfully.

Namjoon shoved him off.

"Don't be mad, you still have another gift to open." Jimin said.

Namjoon ignored him.

"You would have had to get that exam done later in life anyways." Taehyung tried. "We just saved you a few years."

Namjoon glared at him through the mirror.

The car grew silent as they all realized Namjoon was serious about being upset.

Yoongi parked the car in the driveway when they arrived, and Namjoon climbed out quickly and slammed the door shut behind him as he stormed into the house.

He stomped up the stairs to his room, vowing never to trust his so called friends ever again.

He didn't see what was so funny about being publicly humiliated. If they were the ones who had been embarrassed and touched by a stranger, they wouldn't be laughing.

He threw himself on his bed, grabbing his pillow and squeezing it tightly as he glared at the wall. His birthday was almost over and it was the worst one yet.

And to think it had started out so amazing...

A soft knock on his door made him scowl.

They couldn't just leave him alone, could they? Didn't they understand he didn't want to hear their lame apologies or insincere excuses anymore?

"Joon?" Yoongi's voice drifted through the wood. "Will you come talk to us for a minute? We have something to tell you."

Namjoon was about to yell at them to go away, but something in Yoongi's tone made him answer the door instead.

He cracked it open, seeing his six roommates standing crowded in the hallway, looking ashamed and downcast.

He opened the door a little wider. "What?"

"We're sorry about what we did." Seokjin apologized. "It was easy for us to laugh when we weren't the targets."

Namjoon felt a little better that they realized what his own thoughts had just been.

"We thought about it, and we realized what we did wasn't a laughing matter." Hoseok added.

"Yeah, we didn't even think about how the doctor would feel about our childish intentions." Taehyung nodded.

"And doing it on your birthday was extra shitty of us." Jungkook sniffed.

Namjoon smiled, pleased they had come around to see his side of it.

Jimin held up a small white box, whose lid was decorated with a big red bow. "If you still want your second gift, you can have it. No strings attached, I promise."

Namjoon eyed it, thinking that nothing humiliating could fit in such a small container.

He grabbed it, and then a hand covered his own.

Namjoon looked up to see Yoongi looking at him.

"One more thing." He said. "We decided it was only fair for karma to do her thing."

Namjoon was confused, and he watched as they all dug out their phones and showed him their screens.

"Wha..." Namjoon squinted at the brightness, then his eyes shot open wide when he saw they had all made appointments to get their own prostate exams done.

"We scheduled them on our birthdays, too." Hoseok said. "For extra fairness."

"Easy for you to say." Jimin muttered, looking at the floor. Since his birthday was in October, he was the next one on the list to get his prostate jabbed.

"We even made the appointments with female doctors." Jungkook grinned. His birthday had just happened two weeks ago, so he would be the last one to have to suffer the humiliation.

Typical golden maknae.

"Wow..." Namjoon didn't know what to say. "You guys didn't have to do this."

"So we can cancel them?" Taehyung asked hopefully, since his birthday was in December.

"No." Seokjin shook his head. "That wouldn't be fair. If Joonie did it, we all need to do it." He looked at the birthday boy. "Will that make you forgive us?"

Namjoon smiled. "It will. Thank you."

"Open your gift!" Jimin squealed.

Namjoon chuckled. "Fine, fine." He pulled the top off the box and looked down to see something metallic nestled among the white tissue paper.

He looked at it for a moment, and then realization hit.

"God damnit- what the fuck!" He cried, dropping the gift like it was a bomb.

"Careful!" Hoseok quickly picked it up.

"I should have known not to trust you assholes again." Namjoon growled. He was about to slam his door shut but a hand shot out and stopped it.

"Hear us out." Yoongi said, and Namjoon found himself captivated by the boys dark eyes.

"Fine." Namjoon snapped. "You have one minute."

"This was the reason we had you get that exam done in the first place." Jimin purred, holding up the cock cage with both hands.

"To make sure you were totally healthy and clean." Taehyung added.

"Why would I need to be healthy and clean?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "I'm not wearing that thing."

"Don't be rash." Seokjin scolded. "It was you who crashed our office computer from downloading all those porn videos. We saw the kind of stuff you're into."

Namjoon hesitated, blush creeping up his cheeks. "I... that was one time!"

"If you liked to be edged and teased you could have just told us." Hoseok smirked.

"Wh- why would I do that?" Namjoon stammered, backing up as he felt the air around him get hot.

"So you wouldn't want to be brought to the brink of orgasm again and again?" Yoongi asked, stepping closer. Namjoon's mouth went dry as he stared at the secretive boy and his cat like eyes. "Deliciously tortured over and over again until you're begging us to let you finally cum? Denied and edged more and more every time you plead and cry for mercy, until we finally let you have your release with our permission, carefully cultivating every ounce of your pleasure to make you white out from the pure orgasmic sensations?"

Namjoon was hard.

"Uh... I... what was the question?" Namjoon stepped back more and more and his roommates followed, until the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell onto his back.

They crowded him instantly, hungry looks in their eyes.

"We've always liked you, Joonie." Seokjin hummed, brushing his lips over Namjoon's cheek.

"You... really?" Namjoon was finding it hard to hear them over the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears.

"Of course, why do you think we let you live with us when you couldn't afford it?" Hoseok smiled.

"My business repayment plan..." Namjoon whined, a little embarrassed to know they never took him seriously.

"We don't want your money, Joon." Taehyung whispered.

"We just want you." Jimin tilted Namjoon's head up with the tips of his fingers.

Namjoon stared, completely shocked at this revelation.

Yoongi laughed. "He really had no idea."

"We told you we were all gay or bi or pan on day one." Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you were just really open." Namjoon blushed.

"We walk around shirtless whenever you're around." Jimin said.

"It's hot in the summer." Namjoon defended himself.

"We've all admitted we would sleep with you." Taehyung pointed out.

"We were all drunk then!" Namjoon protested.

"We said it sober too." Yoongi reminded him.

"Well, I... I..." Namjoon didn't know what to say.

"God is fair." Seokjin smiled. "He gave you dimples and a fat ass, but zero powers of observation."

Namjoon shivered under their hungry gaze. He had always been attracted to them too, but never acted upon it because... well... hmm...

Why didn't he? He knew they were all shades of gay, and they knew he was bi, and he had seen Jimin and Taehyung kissing before, walked in on Jungkook blowing Seokjin once and overheard Yoongi and Hoseok showering together. Why did it never occur to him that he could have joined them?

He glanced down at the metal cage Jimin was still holding. "What's this all got to do with that?"

Jimin held it up. "We want you to wear this."

"For a whole year." Taehyung added.

"So we can really get you riled up." Hoseok grinned.

"And we want to tease your denied little cock every single day, three hundred and sixty four of them all in a row." Yoongi said.

"To make you writhe in pleasure and beg us so prettily to let you cum." Seokjin smiled.

"And we won't let you out until you're thirty!" Jungkook finished.

Namjoon stared at them, mouth open and cock dripping in his underwear.

"The doctor even said it would be okay." Taehyung added when Namjoon was silent.

"Yeah, and we'll make sure you get monthly checkups like she suggested." Hoseok said.

"And if you ever want to stop, we'll let you out." Seokjin promised.

"But you won't want to end it once you experience how good it feels to let us control your orgasms." Yoongi said.

Namjoon shuddered at their words, especially Yoongi's. "I..."

"We'll take real good care of you, Joonie!" Jimin pleaded. "Please!"

"We'll make sure you and the cage both get cleaned daily!" Jungkook nodded. "And like Jinnie said, we'll end it if you really want to quit."

The way they were all looking at him with hope and longing made Namjoon's dick twitch. They really, truly, desperately wanted to devote an entire year to pleasuring him.

He couldn't believe it.

"Why are you all such fucking perverts?" He finally managed to say.

"Sounds like a yes to me!" Hoseok declared.

"Wait, wait, wait- no!" Namjoon hastily scrambled away when they all reached for him. He sat against the headboard and drew his legs up to shield his cock from their grabby hands.

"I want to lay down some ground rules first." He said sternly.

They all nodded enthusiastically.

"First, when I say a safeword, this ends." He said. "Immediately."

"What word?" Yoongi asked.

Namjoon thought about it. "A simple, easy one. Red."

They all nodded again.

"So even if you say things like 'no, stop, don't', we can still keep going?" Jungkook asked.

"Those are reactionary words, I don't think I'll be able to not say them, especially if I'm out of my mind with the edging." Namjoon said. "So yes, you can keep going if I say that kind of stuff."

"But if you say red, we'll stop touching you and unlock the cage ASAP." Jimin nodded.

"Second- you all still have to keep your appointments." Namjoon said.

They grimaced, but nodded.

"It's only fair." Seokjin reiterated.

"Third, we make an appointment once a month to make sure my health is fine." Namjoon said. "I don't care what the doctor said, she doesn't have a dick."

Taehyung snickered. "Deal. We want you to be in good health too."

"And fourth, I don't want any hot wax dumped on me, or anything that will cut me." Namjoon said. "Nothing painful. And no God damn piss kinks."

"Agreed." Jimin grinned.

"What if we explore it one day and kink at a time?" Yoongi asked. "We'll offer up something and you can decide then and there if you want to try it or not. Minus the stuff you already said was off limits."

Namjoon nodded in agreement. "Yes, that sounds good."

"Any other rules?" Jungkook asked, placing his hand on Namjoon's thigh.

The dimpled boy thought about it. "I still have to go to school. If this interferes with my classes then we stop."

"Deal." Seokjin said. "Your education is more important."

"Any more rules?" Hoseok whispered, running a hand up Namjoon's chest.

Namjoon shivered as they all began touching him. "Uhn...n-no..."

"Good. Now it's your turn to listen." Yoongi said, swiping his thumb across Namjoon's bottom lip.

Namjoon wasn't sure how well he could concentrate when he had six gorgeous men all staring at him hungrily and touching him, but he tried his best.

"You won't try to cum." Jungkook whispered.

"No trying to touch yourself through the cage." Jimin said, running a finger up and down Namjoon's sensitive neck.

"All of your orgasms and pleasure will belong to us solely." Yoongi's deep voice rumbled as his pale hand flicked open the button of Namjoon's jeans.

"That means no more putting your naughty little toys up your cute ass." Seokjin winked at him, and Namjoon's cock dribbled more precum.

"You have to tell us immediately if something feels wrong, or if you want to stop." Taehyung said sternly, helping Jungkook pull off the boys pants.

"You can't have any other sexual partners while you're with us." Hoseok removed Namjoon's boxers as well.

Namjoon's heart was hammering now as they pulled off his shirt too and let their hands roam all over his body.

"And of course," they added, "you have to listen to any rules we make."

Hands brushed over his nipples, pinching and twisting them to make him arch off the bed. He moaned, cock leaking profusely as they stroked it, reigniting the pleasure from his exam. Fingers spread the pre cum around while warm palms rubbed his shaft. Hands cupped his balls, massaging and squeezing them.

He whined in pleasure, head tossed back as the endless hands found every sensitive part of his body. His ass and thighs were grabbed and squeezed. Tongues laved over his nipples and cock while fingers probed into his still lubed ass. Lips pressed to his pecs, his neck, whispered praise and naughty things into his ears.

His orgasm grew fast, his body clenching in anticipation of the wave. It exploded outward as he came all over the hands that were still touching him and he cried out from the intense sensations.

Exhausted, he let the hands clean him up. They rubbed damp cloths over his sweaty skin and wiped away the cum. They yanked the dirty sheets off the bed and tucked him in under clean, warm blankets.

"Hope that was a good enough orgasm to last you one full year, Joonie."

He barely felt it when something hard and cold was fitted over his cock, but he heard it loud and clear when it was clicked shut.

Namjoon passed out as a key locked the cage closed, giving himself up to the enveloping blackness of sleep.

From deep in the penthouse, there came a chiming sound as the clock struck midnight.

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Tried and immediately failed to not let Namgi bias this story

I know 99% of yall are NOT dick owners, so this disclaimer is just for any reader who DOES have a dick; I have no idea at all what men's health is like. Do not listen to Dr. Lim. This story is vastly exaggerated from reality in order to let porn prevail. I have no medical license and make it a point to stay away from dicks, so I am the least qualified person in the entire world to talk about men's health uwu

I'm just a girl 🎀