"Namjoon, I rescheduled your dinner with Park Jimin for this Wednesday, so don't forget." Mrs. Kim scolded as Namjoon slung his backpack over his shoulder. "You're lucky I covered for you so well that they gave us a second chance. Don't you dare miss this opportunity again, you understand?"

"Just because we eat together once doesn't mean we're gunna be soulmates." Namjoon rolled his eyes and yanked the door open.

"Not with that attitude." She snapped. "He's a very prestigious influence and-"

"Perfect, because that's what I look for in someone- yeah right." Namjoon muttered, walking outside and sliding into his car before she could argue with him more.

He would give Jimin a chance, because he suspected the boy was a lot like him in the fact that his parents were strict as well and didn't give him freedom like the other kids had.

But right now, the only boy Namjoon was thinking of was Min Yoongi.

And after school today would be their first session, at exactly 3:00.

He smirked as he started the car and backed down the driveway, looking over his shoulder as he did so.

He couldn't wait.

-

"My favorite Joonie bug!" Hoseok raced up to the boy while Namjoon was putting his bag into his locker. "What's up, boo?"

"Why do you always insist on being so annoying?" Namjoon sighed, pulling out his notebook.

"Why do you always insist on bringing that cake everywhere with you?" Hoseok replied, slapping the boys ass.

Namjoon growled, kneeing Hoseok in the abdomen suddenly.

Hoseok wheezed and doubled over, arms wrapped around his middle. "Worth...it..." He coughed.

"Damn, and here I was, hoping you weren't going to show up today." A voice said, and Namjoon's mood darkened when he saw Taehyung walking up to them, his arms crossed.

"Even if I was dead you still would never get that number one spot, secundom locum." Namjoon snorted.

Taehyung glared. "That can be arranged, tertio loco."

Namjoon and Kim Taehyung had been competing against each other since sixth grade for the top spot in classes. Namjoon had come in first place every single year and obviously Taehyung was pissed.

Namjoon didn't give a fuck. If Taehyung wanted to be #1 spot so badly then he should be a better student than Namjoon. And he wasn't.

Hoseok straightened up and threw his arm around Namjoon. "Hey, keep walking, Taeloser. My genius Nyumjoobie can never be defeated! By anyone ever! So accept the fact you'll be #2 forever!"

Namjoon shook the boys arm off of him. "I can fight my own battles, shut up."

"Mid terms are coming soon." Taehyung reminded them. "We'll see if you're still in the top spot then." He spat on the ground by Namjoon's shoes before stalking away.

"You're #2 because you're shit!" Hoseok shouted after him.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and slammed his locker shut, and Hoseok hurried to catch up to the boys long strides as he walked to class.

"Jungkook is sick, by the way." Hoseok explained. "Wanna come to his house with me after school and surprise him with some get well soon gifts?"

"I have plans." Namjoon shook his head.

"More important than visiting your sick friend?" Hoseok frowned. Then his eyes widened. "Wait- is it with Jimin?!"

"No, that's on Wednesday." Namjoon said, sitting down in his seat.

"Please let me come with!" Hoseok begged. "He's literally my everything, no cap deadass."

Namjoon was annoyed with the boys constant begging and ignored him, pulling out the homework that was due for today.

"Oh shit, I forgot about that!" Hoseok quickly whipped out his own blank page. "Can I copy-"

"No." Namjoon stood up and handed the assignment up to the teacher before Hoseok could steal an answer.

Hoseok was obviously irritated when Namjoon walked back to his seat, rubbing his fingertips over his forehead. "Why. Just...why."

"Do your own work." Namjoon retorted. "That's the whole fucking point of all this."

"I really wonder why I continue to be your friend." Hoseok muttered, filling out the paper last minute.

"Who said you were my friend?" Namjoon scoffed, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. "I'm still not over what you did two days ago."

"What? You mean when I signed you up with a professional dom?" Hoseok smirked. "You could use a good dick up your ass, maybe it'll dislodge the stick you have shoved up there."

If Namjoon wasn't on school grounds he would have attacked Hoseok right then and there.

He seethed and glanced at Hoseok's paper instead. "You've got them all wrong, stultus."

Hoseok scowled and stood up, deciding to just turn it in anyways. "Fuck you." He chuckled. "Oh wait, Yoongi will do that, and I bet you'll beg and moan like a fucking bitch when he does, spread out on the floor like a-"

Namjoon stuck his foot out and tripped him, smirking when Hoseok yelped and fell to the floor.

Who's on the floor now, moechor?

Fuck Hoseok.

Fuck Taehyung.

Fuck Yoongi.

When would people learn that Namjoon never lost?

-

They didn't talk for the rest of class, and when school was finally over at 2:30, Namjoon quickly gathered his things and headed to his car. It was about fifteen minutes to Yoongi's house, so he couldn't picture himself ever being late and having to get punished for it.

He snorted to himself as he started the car and pulled out of the school's parking lot. What would Yoongi even do for a punishment? Spank him as if he was five years old?

Yeah, Namjoon had this bet in the fucking bag.

He was already planning on where he would keep Yoongi after he won. In a cage? At the foot of his bed? Would they both live at Namjoon's house until Namjoon graduated and got his own place? Would they stay at Yoongi's place and Namjoon would pay the mortgage since Yoongi would no longer be allowed to have a job or access to money? Would he make Yoongi sell his house and give all the money to Namjoon? So many ideas...

He still had a month to figure it all out, and Namjoon had always loved planning things.

-

He pulled into Yoongi's driveway at 2:50, and shut the car off and leaned back in his seat, staring at the inviting house in front of him.

It looked normal, as if sins that would make the devil himself cry didn't take place inside it's white walls.

There was no point in delaying the inevitable, and he left his stuff inside the car as he locked it and walked up to Yoongi's door, ringing the doorbell.

A few moments later it opened, and Yoongi smiled at him. "You're early. Eager to start, are we?"

Namjoon pushed himself inside without answering, and he noticed how Yoongi immediately stepped back, as if he would burn if he and Namjoon were to touch, and he frowned, wondering what that was all about.

Yoongi closed the door behind the student. "There's snacks and drinks on the table if you want any."

Namjoon didn't know why Yoongi would be nice and lay out food and drinks for him, especially since every conversation he's had with the dom was a battle and it was obvious they weren't friends.

He sat down on the couch and eyed the spread of chips, crackers, fruit and water and juice. "Let me guess, this is all drugged with aphrodisiacs?"

Yoongi burst into laughter, sinking into the chair by the couch. "I don't need to cheat to get you hard, sub."

Namjoon believed the man hadn't drugged the food, since his ego was so big, but he still didn't take any of the snacks or drinks, because Yoongi hadn't denied it either.

Yoongi crossed his legs on the chair, his knees barely brushing against the two plushy arm rests and Namjoon took in just how small the dom really was.

The student was taller, broader and heavier than Yoongi, and he suspected so were the majority of the doms clients. And yet Yoongi had them all whipped and trained, despite his small stature.

Obviously Yoongi relied on something other than strength to dom his clients, and Namjoon knew if he could figure out exactly what it was, he could win the bet.

Yoongi held up his wrist and checked his watch. "We have six minutes until 3, so we should use this time to get to know each other."

Namjoon snorted, leaning back and crossing his arms. "That's not in the contract. I'm not telling you anything about me that you don't have to know."

Yoongi smirked, resting his cheek on his fist. "Why? Scared to let someone in?"

"If I tell you things about me, I know you'll find a way to turn it against me." Namjoon retorted.

Yoongi chuckled. "I'm flattered you believe I'm capable of that."

When Yoongi reached out and grabbed a apple slice from the tray on table, Namjoon confirmed to himself that his prediction was correct, since once again Yoongi didn't deny it.

"Well, if you don't want to talk, then I will." Yoongi said, swallowing the fruit. "My name is Min Yoongi, I'm twenty five and I've been in the sex business since I was eighteen."

"Whore." Namjoon muttered under his breath.

"I know it's hard for your little sub brain to comprehend," Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "But a dom doesn't get fucked. He fucks. Understand? I'm not a whore, but in less than a month you will be, so watch your mouth before I stuff it."

Namjoon just smiled.

We'll see.

"How many clients have you had in the past?" He asked.

Yoongi thought. "Close to a hundred. Some are regulars, and some just came by once or twice." He grinned. "My regulars were very upset that I had to cancel them for a month. You're making me lose a lot of money, sub."

"You'll lose a lot more once you lose this bet." Namjoon said and now it was Yoongi's turn to smile.

We'll see.

Yoongi checked his watch again. "Anything you wanna say or do in your last ten seconds of freedom?"

Namjoon shrugged one shoulder. "Do whatever you want, doesn't matter. I'll always be a better man than you."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Yoongi's watch went off, signaling the start of the 3:00 hour, and the doms cute grin was gone in a flash, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with a dark glare.

"Get the hell off my couch, you unworthy, disgusting cockslut." He growled coldly.

Namjoon was surprised at the sudden change, and he only paused a second before sliding off the couch and sitting on the floor.

At first he leaned against the furniture, but then thought better of it and scooted slightly forward so he wasn't touching either the couch or the table.

"Don't hide, crawl out here." Yoongi commanded, rising from the chair and snapping his fingers. He pointed to a spot by his feet, and Namjoon swallowed his anger at the degradation, but obeyed all the same, crawling on his hands knees to kneel in front of Yoongi.

Yoongi bent down mockingly, exaggerating the difference in their positions, as if Yoongi was miles above Namjoon, and Namjoon was dirt beneath the doms shoes.

He gripped the students face and was surprised to find out the boys cheeks were squishy. "You say you're a better man than me?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, tilting Namjoon's head up. "Baby, when you're in this house, you're not even considered a fucking human being. Furniture is for people who aren't stupid, dirty whores like you. Pets don't deserve to sit on soft cushions, got it? You ever try to act like a human being again and I'll remind you of your place in a way you'll never forget it ever again. Understood?"

Namjoon couldn't really nod his head with Yoongi gripping it so tightly, so he spat out an; "Alright."

Yoongi laughed. "Oh no, sub. That kind of language won't do. Here's your first lesson. In this house, you'll only ever refer to me as either dom, master, sir or daddy. Failure to follow that simple rule will result in a punishment. Secondly, you will always ask for permission first to do anything. Starving? Ask your master for food. Sleepy? Ask me for permission to sleep. And of course you will not ever come unless I allow it. If you break this rule, I can guarantee you'll regret it. You'll only speak when spoken to, and God forbid you ever piss me off by using any kind of attitude in your tone. Got it?"

Namjoon fought his anger for a good few long moments, before finally speaking.

It's only for an hour, it's only for an hour, it's only for an hour-

"I understand, sir." He tried to keep his voice neutral but he suspected Yoongi still heard the hatred in his voice, and the dom smirked at it.

He patted the students cheek. "Good boy. He's learning."

The dom straightened up and eyed the students posture. He shook his head and sighed. "And this position won't do either."

Before Namjoon could even ask what he meant, and then remember he wasn't allowed to speak first, Yoongi was already moving.

He kicked the students knees apart, making the boy spread them with a grunt of annoyance.

Sitting back on his toes, Namjoon seethed as Yoongi walked around him and grabbed his wrists, laying them over each other behind the students back.

"This is called position A." Yoongi told him, gripping the students hair and yanking his head back so their equally competitive expressions could meet. "Whenever you come into my house, you will immediately get into this position at 3:00 exactly, or else. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." Namjoon growled.

Yoongi laughed, sinking down slowly behind the student and running his other hand down Namjoon's neck, his fingers tightening slightly when he got to the base. "You're this pissed already, baby? We're not even at position B yet!"

With the hand around Namjoon's neck, Yoongi shoved him forward, and the students hands flew out in front of him to break his fall.

Yoongi grabbed Namjoons thighs and pushed them apart, raising the students ass into the air.

He reached out and slammed the boys forehead back onto the carpet when Namjoon tried to get up and look behind himself.

"Palms flat on the ground, sub." Yoongi ordered. "And spread your legs more like the bitch we both know you are."

Almost shaking with his anger, Namjoon did as Yoongi instructed, resting his forehead to the floor and shuffling his legs further apart, feeling the mans gaze on his exposed ass.

"This is position B." Yoongi cooed, running his hand over the students covered ass. "Whenever I snap my fingers once I expect you to immediately get into this position, and if you don't want a punishment, you'll stay like that until I say you can get up. Can your tiny sub brain understand that?"

"Yes." Namjoon said, slightly muffled against the floor. "Sir."

"Have a little variety in your names." Yoongi chuckled, patting the students ass as he stood up. "I call you a plethora of things, you could throw in a 'master' or 'dom' once in a while."

Namjoon chose not to respond, and wondered how much time he had left to endure of this session.

Yoongi walked back to the front of the boy and watched him for a few seconds, seeing if he was smart enough to stay down.

Namjoon didn't move, and Yoongi grinned. "Up, pet."

Namjoon finally raised his head, straightening up and sitting back. The fury in his eyes was almost enough to make Yoongi laugh.

"Good boy." Yoongi cooed. "I'll let you stand up for today, since it's day one and it'll take too long to have you crawl everywhere. I have a lot to show you, so stand up."

Namjoon rose to his feet, towering over the dom, who didn't look intimidated in the slightest.

"Follow me." Yoongi said, turning around and heading up the stairs.

Namjoon followed, flexing his fingers into fists repeatedly to try to relieve his anger.

Yoongi opened one door to reveal an average looking bathroom. "If you ever need to use this, the shower, the sink, the fucking scale, you will ask me for permission first." He said, eyeing the way the student's facial expression betrayed how much he very much didn't like that idea. "And whether I say yes or no to anything you ask, you'll thank me, understand?"

"Yes, sir." Namjoon forced out, purposely using the same title over and over. To him, sir seemed like the least kinky name, since he could say it to almost anyone and didn't hold that much authority compared to the other names.

Yoongi walked a little further down the hall and opened another door, revealing a clean guest bedroom, the same one Namjoon had woken up in the first time he had been in this house.

"This is your room." Yoongi explained. "Whenever I tell you to go to your room and do something, you'll come here."

Namjoon glanced at the bedroom, unimpressed.

It was basic, with just a bed, a dresser with a mirror attached, a small bedside table and a closet. There wasn't a connecting bathroom or anything personal in the room.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the boys silence. "Are you not going to thank your master for giving you your own room?"

"Thank you, sir." Namjoon kept looking at the room to avoid having to make eye contact with Yoongi.

Yoongi sighed. "We'll definitely have to work on that." He shut the door and led Namjoon a little farther down to another door.

This one, he did not open.

"This one is my bedroom." Yoongi said, his voice deeper. "You are never allowed in this room, understand? If I catch you in here there will be hell to pay."

Namjoon was a little surprised, but he didn't really care he wasn't allowed inside. "I understand, sir."

Yoongi led him back down the hall and to the stairs, where they passed the living room and kitchen again, and walked past Yoongi's office.

The dom went down a different set of stairs, and Namjoon saw the basement was small, just a hallway that held two doors, one on each separate side of the hallway.

Yoongi pointed to the one on the right. "This room is where we'll have a few sessions, ones that are a bit...kinkier than normal."

Namjoon scoffed. "Is it your sex dungeon?"

He was slammed against the wall before he even realized Yoongi had moved.

His head spun with disoriented confusion and he gasped out when Yoongi's hand choked his cock through his jeans, nails digging tightly into the students dick.

"Do I even need to say what you did wrong, sub?" The dom spat.

Namjoon's first instinct was to shove the man off of him, but he forced that down and scraped his nails against Yoongi's wall instead and his fingers curled into fists.

"No sir. I'm sorry, sir." Namjoon glared, not sorry at all.

Yoongi could tell, so he tightened his hold, smirking when the boys face twisted into an uncomfortable expression.

He wasn't allowed to hurt Namjoon, since the boy had put down in the contract he was against pain play of any kind, but there was definitely other ways to make the student regret disobeying. And right now, having his cock in Yoongi's hand was clearly pissing the boy off and Yoongi took satisfaction in the boys growing anger, both of them knowing there was nothing Namjoon could do about it.

Not for another forty five minutes, anyways.

"Do you really want a punishment on your very first day?" Yoongi questioned, tilting his head. "Genuine question, sub. You don't seem to be even trying to follow the simple rules. Only brats purposely break the doms rules because they're sluts who want to get fucked. Are you a bratty slut?"

Namjoon shook his head, anger surging through his veins at the feeling of Yoongi's hand gripping him like this. It was humiliating. "No sir."

"Do you think I'll go easy on you for punishments just because it's day one?" Yoongi continued. "Because I'll tell you right fucking now that I won't ever go easy on you."

"No, sir." Namjoon fought the urge to shove him away. "I am sorry, sir."

"Then prove it to me." Yoongi released him and stepped back, crossing his arms as he waited for the sub to make it up to him.

Namjoon seemed confused for a second, like he wasn't sure what Yoongi wanted. Then his expression hardened when he realized what he had to do.

With a glare that could set people on fire, the student sunk to his knees, bowing deeply to the older man. His forehead touched the floor in a show of submission, his fingers curling into the carpet angrily.

"I'm sorry, sir." He snarled, glad his voice was muffled.

"Sorry for what?" Yoongi prompted, glancing down at him, one eyebrow raised, unimpressed.

"For...being a disrespectful brat." Namjoon growled.

"Admit you forgot your place, pet." Yoongi ordered.

"I forgot my place, sir." Namjoon was so angry.

"Which is?" Yoongi prompted.

"Beneath you, sir."

Yoongi smirked, letting the boy stay in the position for a few moments longer.

Finally, he reached his foot out and nudged the student with it. "Stop groveling, you pathetic excuse for a slut."

Namjoon raised his head and stood up immediately.

"Come on, stop wasting time." Yoongi sighed, walking to the last door.

Namjoon followed, his cheeks puffed out in barely contained anger.

Yoongi knocked on the last door, and the student noticed it had a lock on it, just like all the other rooms except the bathroom and his own room.

"This room," Yoongi said seriously. "Is the punishment room. I call it the red room. I guarantee you you don't ever want to find yourself in this room. Think we can agree on that, sub?"

"Yes sir." Namjoon said, actually meaning it. Not because he was scared of it, because he wasn't, but he wasn't eager at the idea of Yoongi having full permission to do things to him in a room like that.

"Keep acting up like how you did and I don't care if it's only day one," Yoongi warned him. "I'll shove you in this room no hesitation. Do you believe that?"

"I do, sir." Namjoon said.

Yoongi smiled. "Good boy. You're slow, but you're still learning nonetheless."

Namjoon fought the urge to roll his eyes as Yoongi led him back to the living room.

"Position A." Yoongi said, sinking onto the couch and grabbing the TV remote.

It took Namjoon a heartbeat, but then he remembered and dutifully sunk to his knees, spreading them apart and holding his hands together behind his back, facing Yoongi.

Yoongi switched on the TV and grabbed a water bottle from the table, not even looking at him. "Get up."

Before Namjoon could even fully do so, the dom barked out, "Position A."

Ticked off when he realized what the man was doing, Namjoon bit his cheek and lowered himself back down.

His knees had barely touched the carpet before Yoongi was ordering him back onto his feet.

The sub obeyed, and as soon as he was upright Yoongi called out, "A,", still not even sparing him a glance as he flipped through the channels.

Namjoon sunk back down, wondering how much time was left for the hour-

"Have some fucking self respect, slut." Yoongi sighed in fake disgust. "Stand up for God's sake."

Namjoon's thighs started to burn when Yoongi ordered him back down again, and by the time he had been told to get up then back down ten more times, he was sweating and his calves were hurting as well.

He knew that was the whole reason Yoongi was making him do this, to make him break the rule of not being allowed to speak unless spoken to by asking to stop or for some water, and Namjoon refused to let that happen.

If he had to do this a hundred more times then he would.

By the time he had lost count of how many times Yoongi had bossed him up and down, his legs were shaking, and the sheen of sweat over his face and down his neck was obvious. He felt so hot in Yoongi's house, and wondered if the man had turned up the heat before this had started.

Yoongi finished the waterbottle and tossed it aside. "Down, slut."

Namjoon fell back to his knees, panting slightly as he placed his hands together behind his back.

He had almost risen back to his feet before he realized Yoongi hadn't told him to.

"Think you got that memorized by now?" The dom asked, finally looking at him.

"Yes, sir." Namjoon huffed, trying to hide how out of breath he was.

"It better be second nature to you, even more than breathing and blinking, got it?" Yoongi ordered.

"Yes, sir."

"Position B, whore."

Namjoon sighed, turning around and grudgingly presented his ass to Yoongi.

"Slut, if you don't spread your fucking legs to the full extent we both know you can, I'll drag your ass straight to the red room." Yoongi snapped, sounding genuinely pissed off.

Namjoon forced his knees farther apart, feeling the strain in his already exhausted thighs, and dipped his back to push his ass a little farther out as well.

He expected Yoongi to make him stand up and then get back down in this position like he had done with the first one, but Yoongi said nothing and Namjoon listened to the TV switch between channels.

He closed his eyes, trying to even out his breathing while he had the chance to.

He wasn't unfit in any way, but he also wasn't used to doing that many squats in that long of a time span as well.

Yoongi finally settled on a channel, and Namjoon listened to the sound of whatever crime drama was playing.

"I'll give you a choice sub," Yoongi spoke up after a few minutes, and Namjoon briefly wondered if Yoongi had been staring at him in this position the whole time or if he hadn't even shot the boy a single glance.

"Yes, sir?" Namjoon asked into the beige carpet, his legs aching to sit normally.

"You can either stay like that for another twenty minutes, or I'll let you sit on the couch for the remainder of the session." Yoongi said, getting up.

"What's the catch if I sit on the couch?" Namjoon asked. "Sir."

Yoongi chuckled. "You answer every question I ask you honestly."

Namjoon debated in his head.

On one hand, his muscles were begging for relief, and the couch seemed heavenly, since he knew he wouldn't normally be allowed on it.

But on the other, he didn't like the idea of Yoongi learning things about him.

He sighed, feeling the blood slowly gather to his head and he knew for his own health he needed to take the second option. "I'll answer your questions honestly, sir."

Yoongi smirked and got up, walking back to his chair and popping a cracker into his mouth. "Then get up, slut."

Namjoon did, feeling cool relief on his face now that it wasn't pressed into the floor. He was a little light headed, and stumbled once, before sinking onto the couch. He rubbed his forehead, feeling the sweat there.

"What's your name?" Yoongi asked, studying him intently.

Namjoon right away the dom was asking him obvious questions to see how Namjoon looked and sounded when he was telling the truth, so he could compare his reactions when he asked the boy a question he didn't already know the answer to.

"Kim Namjoon, sir." Namjoon replied.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen. Sir."

"Are you a boy or a girl?"

Namjoon could hear the cheeky grin in the doms tone and he glared. "Boy. Sir."

Yoongi acted surprised. "Wow. Really? You sure on that?"

"Yes, sir."

Yoongi chuckled to himself at how his sub was obviously trying to control his anger. "Just checking. I didn't really feel anything when I was touching you back in the hallway so I had to clarify."

Namjoon jumped off the couch, eyes blazing. "Shut the fuck up, you stupid pervert! I'm-"

He froze, realizing too late how much he had just fucked up.

Yoongi raised one eyebrow, barely able to hold back his excited smirk at all the things he could now do to the beautiful student.

Namjoon quickly sat back down, as if that would fix things. "I'm sorry sir, I forgot my place, sir. It won't happen again, master."

Yoongi could have laughed out loud at the 'master'. A pathetic attempt to try and get out of trouble.

"We didn't even get to get to the real questions." Yoongi sighed, faking huge disappointment.

Although he was a little disappointed he wouldn't be learning anything new today about the boy, he was far more excited to punish him.

"I'm sorry, master." Namjoon slid off the couch and bowed deeply again, clearly trying to backtrack, or at least stall for another fifteen minutes.

But Yoongi wasn't about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

"Oh don't worry," Yoongi chuckled. "I'll make damn sure you will be."

He snapped his fingers twice. "Get up."

Namjoon hesitated for a quick second, before obeying.

"Get to your room." Yoongi ordered.

Namjoon was briefly confused, having expected to be told to go to the red room, but he wasn't going to argue.

He quickly walked up the stairs and entered his room.

Yoongi didn't follow, and Namjoon glanced around the room, inspecting it a little more than he had the first time.

He sat on the bed, then quickly jumped up when he remembered he wasn't allowed on furniture.

He didn't know what Yoongi wanted him to do, so he just sat on the floor, hands in his lap as he waited for Yoongi to come in.

He wasn't scared, but he would be lying if he said his heart wasn't pounding a little faster than normal.

I mean, if their positions were switched, Namjoon would have gone all out on Yoongi, punishing him in every painful, humiliating and degrading way he could think of, and then he would get creative. So he was expecting the professional dom, the one who did this for a living, do to the same.

Yoongi took his time coming in.

He barely glanced to the boy on the floor as he shut the door before walking over.

He squatted down in front of the student, his hand holding something behind his back.

"What did you do wrong, sub?" He cooed gently, reaching his hand out to brush his fingers through the boys hair.

"I was disrespectful to my dom and broke a rule." Namjoon heavily sugarcoated his mistake, trying to force guilt he didn't feel into his tone. "I'm deeply sorry, master."

He wasn't, he'd do it again in a heartbeat, but Yoongi didn't need to know that. He just needed to last another ten minutes and then Yoongi wouldn't be able to punish him.

Yoongi chuckled, not believing the students apology at all. "Remember when I said I wasn't going to go easy on you just because it was your first day?"

"Yes, sir. I do." Namjoon let the man pet his hair, hoping the dom was calming down enough to rethink things.

Nine minutes...please...

"Did you think I was lying?" Yoongi asked, tilting his head.

Namjoon shook his head. "No, sir. Absolutely not."

"And yet you acted out like that anyways." Yoongi said.

"Yes sir," Namjoon forced himself to look into Yoongi's eyes and was surprised to see how excited the man looked. His heart pounded a little faster. "I made a mistake, sir."

Yoongi laughed. "Oh yes, you really did, sub."

Eight minutes...

"You realize that now I have no choice but to punish you, right?" Yoongi cooed, tugging on the boys hair.

Namjoon winced. "Yes, sir. I understand my mistakes have consequences."

"Good boy."

Yoongi released him and stood up. "Get up and face the mirror."

Namjoon obeyed, not hurrying but also not going too slow for Yoongi's liking.

Through the glass, he watched the older man approach him, keeping whatever was behind his back hidden.

Yoongi placed his hand on the students upper back, pushing him to bend over slightly, until Namjoons hands hit the top of the dresser.

He stood next to the sub, knowing Namjoon didn't like the close proximity. He hummed as he raised his free hand up, gently brushing his fingers up the students neck, feeling him swallow nervously, and tucking some stray hairs behind the boys ear, leaning in close to whisper as he did.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before you screwed up," Yoongi whispered softly, his breath hitting the boys ear. He made eye contact in the mirror with Namjoon as he gently nibbled the students ear lobe, grazing it with his teeth and making the boy shiver.

Keeping his lips pressed to the boys skin, Yoongi moved down Namjoon's neck, softly licking, sucking and biting at various places along the way.

He stopped at the base of Namjoon's neck, not being gentle this time as he bit the skin, smirking when the boy gasped softly, stiffening up.

Yoongi made sure to suck on the spot longer than usual, wanting the deep red and purple mark to stay prominent for weeks.

With his free hand, he reached around and slid the students shirt up, letting his hand roam free over the boys abs and chest.

Namjoon squirmed and Yoongi bit down harder to make him keep still.

He took his time making the hickey, loving how he could feel how fast the boys heart was beating.

The sub had a sensitive neck.

Very good to know.

His hand roamed farther down, teasing the boys jeans waistband, barely running his fingertip back and forth along the tan skin just above it.

Namjoon swallowed, wanting to shove Yoongi off of him, but knowing he couldn't. And he wanted to know what the fuck the man was hiding behind his back, but Yoongi didn't seem to be in a hurry to show it.

As Namjoon watched the dom through the mirror, he wished his skin would stop tingling from both Yoongi's teeth and the mans hand, his heart pounding less in anxiety and more in arousal as Yoongi continued to tease him.

Slowly dragging his tongue over the mark he had made, Yoongi's free hand finally slipped further down, his long fingertips exploring the skin behind the boys boxers.

He diverted his hand to the side quickly, when Namjoon jolted his hips up right before Yoongi's fingers could touch his dick, instead rubbing the curve of the students thigh.

The never ending soft licks and nibbles to the sweet spot on his neck, and the fact the doms fingertips were soclose to his cock had Namjoon parting his lips to breathe a little louder, his eyes now wide in the mirror as his fingertips gripped the edge of the dresser tightly.

He couldn't believe he was starting to get hard from just this.

Yoongi was barely doing anything. Wasn't even touching his cock and yet Namjoon could feel his pants tightening and he closed his eyes, willing his erection to just go away.

Yoongi promptly bit him, glaring when he saw the boys eyes shut.

"Watch." He growled, and Namjoon forced his eyes back open, trying not to move his hips as he felt more than saw Yoongi's fingers slowly brush over his inner thigh, tracing circles there with a touch so light, one could barely feel it.

But Namjoon felt it.

He felt it so sensitively, and his cock twitched, begging the hand to come just a little bit closer, just a tiny little bit-

The fingers went back up the students thigh, stopping just at the very top of the students dick for a few long moments, before Yoongi finally let the pads of his fingertips slowly drag down Namjoon's cock.

Namjoon bit his lip, sweating again as he forced himself to watch, trying to hold back his sounds and not buck into the doms palm.

Yoongi took his time to finally reach the tip, before pausing for a few moments and then slowly brushing his fingers all the way back up to the base.

He could feel the student hardening at his touch, feel the blood pumping through the boys neck as he slowly sucked on the sensitive spot there.

Finally, his trailed his soft lips back up the boys neck, and Namjoon gasped when he saw the obvious hickey on his skin.

Yoongi smirked at the boys reaction, before going back to nibbing the students earlobe, tugging softly on the plain silver small hoop earring that hung there with his tongue.

His other hand didn't stop it's slow journey up and down the boys cock, so soft and unhurried that he knew it was driving Namjoon insane.

As much as he would love to keep edging the student, he didn't have unlimited time, and there was more than one part to this punishment.

He released the student completely, and Namjoon looked confused, and, very briefly, a little disappointed Yoongi didn't jerk him off.

"Thank me for giving you your beautiful hickey." He commanded.

Namjoon swallowed hard for a moment.

"Thank you sir, for marking me as yours." He finally got out.

Yoongi grinned, knowing Namjoon hated it. "You're welcome, sub."

He grabbed the boys shoulder and spun him around, so he wasn't facing the mirror anymore.

"Now close your eyes and cover your face with your hands." Yoongi commanded.

Namjoon looked like he wanted to argue, but then sighed and listened.

Once he made sure the student wasn't cheating and peeking somehow, Yoongi got to his knees in front of the boy and unzipped Namjoon's jeans, yanking them down to the floor.

Clearly startled, Namjoon tried to back up, and Yoongi was quick to grab the boys thighs, holding him steady in place.

Keeping his grip on the students thick thighs, Yoongi squeezed them as he leaned in, mouthing at the boys boxers covered erection.

Namjoon jolted again, a soft sound escaping his lips, obviously wondering how this was a punishment. Was Yoongi going to bite his dick or something? Leave a hickey there too?

Yoongi licked the boy through his underwear, gently nibbling and sucking against the rapidly hardening cock. He nuzzle his face against the boys front, letting his fingertips tease the boys inner thighs as he worked.

When he deemed the student to be fully hard, he leaned up and bit the waistband of Namjoon's boxers, dragging them slowly down.

Namjoon was embarrassed at the way he felt his cock spring up, clearly aroused to his fullest extent, and wondered if Yoongi's goal was to humiliate him.

The cool air did nothing to help him, and Namjoon waited with a racing heart for Yoongi to put his mouth back on his aching cock.

Nothing happened for a few long moments, and Namjoon was about to open his eyes, when something cold and metallic suddenly clicked into place over his cock.

Gasping in shock, the student removed his hands and looked down in horror to confirm that Yoongi really had just locked him into a cock cage, trapping him hard and leaking.

Yoongi stood up, smirking at his work. "Pull your pants back up, you look like a slut."

Namjoon blinked a few times, grabbing the chastity device in disbelief.

He couldn't come.

He was extremely hard, horny, turned on, aroused, all of the words for it- and. He. Couldn't. Come.

Yoongi snapped his fingers a few times, snapping Namjoon out of his horrified trance. "I gave you an order, sub. Put your fucking clothes back on."

Now Namjoon understand the punishment.

Numbly, he obeyed, sliding the fabric over the very obvious and very uncomfortable bulge in his pants.

"You're going to leave that on all night and day tomorrow." Yoongi said to him. "Not that you can take it off anyways, since I have the only key for it." He held up the small silver thing to prove his point. "And if you try to pleasure yourself in any other way, I'll know." He tapped their matching watches.

Namjoon was speechless. He had never been locked in chastity before. He never even watched that category on pornhub because it wasn't something he was into.

The thought of having to get through classes tomorrow with this on, or even just having to fall asleep rock hard was making him consider throwing himself to Yoongi's feet and beg for a second chance.

But only for a moment.

He regained his composure and wiped his sleeve over his ear, where Yoongi had bit him. "Yes, sir."

"Thank me for punishing you." Yoongi smirked.

Namjoon almost told the man to go to hell, before he caught himself.

"Thank you for punishing me, sir." He grit out.

"You're welcome, sub." Yoongi cooed.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

It was 4:00, their watches simultaneously informed them.

Namjoon didn't waste a second bolting out of the room and racing down the stairs.

He quickly yanked his shoes on, his cheeks burning red in embarrassment when he could feel the cage with every step.

It was so fucking obvious, and he covered his front with both hands as he dove into his car, thankful no one was outside to witness his humiliation.

He started the car, wanting to get as far away from this place as he could, and saw Yoongi waving to him through the window with a smirk on his stupid face.

Seething, Namjoon backed out of the driveway and floored the car down the street, wondering how the hell he was going to explain the hickey to his parents and classmates.

But more importantly, how the hell was he going to survive tonight and tomorrow when all he could think about was coming?

"I fucking hate you, Min Yoongi." He growled, his hand pressed firmly over the mark on his neck.

The dom may have won today, but the student still had 29 more chances.

The war wasn't over yet.

Not by a long shot.

-

It was as Namjoon finally collapsed onto his bed after sneaking past his parents and locking his bedroom door that he suddenly realized it.

The way Yoongi controlled his clients without physical strength.

Unpredictability.