"First things first." Yoongi said, now that they had moved to Namjoon's room in the doms house. "Only subs who aren't fucking intolerable whores like you deserve clothes, so fucking strip."

Namjoon huffed but yanked his shirt up and over his head, discarding it to the floor. "You know, it's not 3 yet, technically I don't have to do a damn thing you say."

"We've been over this already," Yoongi glared in annoyance. "My rules last the whole month. If I fucking tell you to do anything, you'll do it. Unless you want to be punished, and I'm done fucking around, sub. Three o'clock is only when you're supposed to physically be here, but for the rest of the time, I'll be in your head, all day and night. Keep breaking rules, sub, I'm keeping track of it all and I guarantee you won't be able to handle the karma when I drop it all on you in the red room."

Namjoon decided not to argue until he took another long look at their contract and stepped out of his jeans. He was about to pull down his boxers, but Yoongi holding up his hand stopped him.

The sub watched as the dom walked to the bed, where the items he had grabbed earlier laid. He picked three large coils of heavy black rope, and Namjoon wondered how that was all going to even fit on and around his body.

"Position A." Yoongi instructed, and Namjoon slowly let himself fall into that position, taking his time.

The student had never been tied up before, but as he watched Yoongi weave the rope around his right leg, tying the backs of his thigh and calf together with nimble, pale fingers so expertly, it was obvious Yoongi was far more experienced with ropes than the student was.

Namjoon would never admit it, but he was slightly fascinated as Yoongi worked so fluidly, his fingers never missing a beat as he tied the students leg up in a diamond pattern up his thigh, tying off the rope in a tight knot.

Yoongi grabbed the second coil and Namjoon tested the rope, trying to stretch his leg out. To no one's surprise, he couldn't move it an inch.

He briefly wondered what Yoongi was going to do to him once he was fully immobilized. The dom was clearly pissed off and had almost total free reign to do anything to the student, and they both knew Yoongi was going to use his authority to the fullest extent he could.

Namjoon wasn't scared of Yoongi, but having no control in a situation and being in the same room as someone who wanted to hurt him did made his heart speed up a little bit.

Yoongi did the same thing to the other leg, and Namjoon wondered how the hell the dom managed to keep up his fast pace when his eyes closed briefly when he yawned, still not messing up the diamond pattern.

After Yoongi finished with that, Namjoon wrongly thought they were done. He tried to stand up, and the scratchy ropes dug into the tops of his thighs, and he gave up after just a few tries.

Yoongi was smirking as he watched the boy struggle. "Keep trying, sub. It's hot." He laughed and Namjoon glared, cheeks pink, and made himself still, thinking this was all Yoongi was going to do.

But then Yoongi picked up the third coil and Namjoon's shoulders sank.

He already felt ten pounds heavier with the ropes on him, and he just knew carrying all this extra weight for hours was going to be hell.

Yoongi sat down in front of him and reached one hand out, cupping the boy slowly between his spread thighs with a warm hand.

Namjoon could keep his moans and soft pants trapped inside, and he forced himself to stay still and not buck into Yoongi's palm, but he couldn't stop his cock from hardening at the doms touch.

Yoongi kept palming and stroking the boys cock until he deemed the student to be fully hard.

Namjoon knew from the start that Yoongi wasn't going to let him come, and he wouldn't have wanted to sit in a pair messy, come filled boxers anyways, but he was still annoyed when Yoongi took his hand away right before the student was about to come.

Yoongi grabbed the last rope and slid in under the tied up students ass, pulling it up tight against Namjoon's sensitive cock.

Namjoon let out a muffled noise, quickly biting his lip, and sat still as Yoongi started winding the rope around his chest, going up to his torso and shoulders.

Namjoon felt his arms get pulled tighter and tighter against his back, his wrists forced together and his fingers curling into fists. Yoongi took his time winding the rope around the boys sides and chest, until Namjoon was finding it a little hard to breathe.

The ropes were heavy duty and Namjoon struggled to carry them, feeling sweat form already on his exposed skin.

At this rate, he could cancel his gym membership, because he was working out at Yoongi's place so much lately.

Yoongi pulled the rope tight and Namjoon whined at the rope moving under his neglected cock, digging into it painfully.

The dom smirked to himself at the sound and knew the rope was at the perfect position around the sub, and he tied it off.

He wasn't done yet after that, and after he grabbed a few more things off the bed he returned to the slightly struggling sub.

Yoongi held up a thick black leather choker so the boy could see it clearly. "You wanna know why this one is my favorite, sub?"

Namjoon didn't reply, but Yoongi turned it around anyways, showing off the doms name scratched into it in gold.

Yoongi's.

He locked it around Namjoon's neck, fixing it so it was perfectly in place, showing off who the sub belonged to.

"Your master gave you a gift, sub." Yoongi reminded him, loving Namjoon's hateful expression.

"Thank you for the gift, sir." Namjoon said, venom dripping from his tone.

"You're welcome baby." Yoongi picked up the next item, and Namjoon's eyes widened and he tried to scramble away from it. He didn't get far with the ropes hindering his legs, and he fell onto his back, hissing in pain when he crushed his bound arms underneath him.

Yoongi laughed at the scene. "Calm down, sub. I'm not shoving this up your ass. Yet."

He grabbed the rope around the subs chest, yanking him back upright.

"Don't worry, I know you're too virgin for this just yet," Yoongi cooed, tapping the end of the thick dildo against the boys pretty lips. "And I've got a whole week planned for how I'm gong to stretch you out."

Namjoon glared, pressing his lips tight together. "Not a virgin, perv."

Yoongi allowed him to speak, since he was curious about Namjoon's personal life, and he would be punishing the student for everything he had done wrong so far soon enough.

"You're bi, I remember your friend told me that." Yoongi said. "Did you lose your virginity to a boy or a girl? Tell me sub, did you give it or take it?"

Namjoon didn't answer, his mouth clamped shut against the large dildo, and Yoongi shrugged. "I'll get my questions answered one way or another, sub." His gaze darkened. "Now open."

Namjoon leaned back, obviously not wanting the toy in his mouth, and Yoongi reached his free hand down to squeeze the boys hard cock.

"Ah! Fucking bas-" Namjoon choked when Yoongi immediately shoved the toy into his mouth, shaking his head and trying to spit it out.

Yoongi grabbed the boys hair, yanking his head back and holding it there, while his other hand pressed flat against the students mouth, not allowing Namjoon to spit it back out.

"Breathe through your nose, relax your throat." Yoongi murmured in the struggling students ear, pressing his soft lips against Namjoon's cheek to calm him down. "I know it's scary when you can't breathe baby. You can do it."

It took a few moments, but finally Namjoon stopped resisting Yoongi and relaxed his throat, letting the large toy rest partially down it, and learned to breathe around it, through his nose.

It was definitely a new experience, and not one Namjoon enjoyed at all, but then Yoongi was crossing two pieces of black duct tape in an X shape over the end of the toy, forcing it to stay in place in the students mouth, smoothing the ends of the tape over the boys cheeks, kissing the boys cute button nose teasingly before pulling back.

"You wanted cock so badly, so here's one you can suck on for hours." Yoongi said, getting up and brushing his hands off, as if Namjoon was dirty. "A disgusting slut like you isn't worthy of my cock, not by a long shot. But after you're trained in well enough, maybe I'll let you sit on it if you beg me properly."

Namjoon struggled, with the ropes and with trying to spit the too big toy out, but the preventative measures Yoongi had put in place wouldn't let him and he shouted curses, muffled by the dildo.

"You're welcome, sub." Yoongi smirked, knowing full well Namjoon wasn't thanking him. "You're going to have so much fun getting used to this."

Namjoon continued to struggle and fell on his back again, rolling over as his muscles strained against the thick black ropes, groaning when the part around his sensitive cock was pulled tight.

Yoongi could have watched this hot scene for hours and hours, but he had other things to attend to as well.

He sighed as he walked over and hooked his fingers around the rope, yanking the boy back upright and dragging him to the end of the bed, leaning the student's back against it.

He fetched one last rope and wound it around the bed frame, connecting it to the ropes around Namjoon's leg, and then did the same to the other side, keeping the boys legs spread wide, showing off his pretty, tied up cock.

Yoongi placed his foot against the boys bulge, teasing him in slow circles as he rubbed the students erection, watching Namjoon's reaction with a smirk.

The boy was obviously trying not to react to Yoongi's touches, his angry eyes hidden by his hair hanging in his face, but that only lasted a minute before Namjoon's hips snapped up, bucking against Yoongi's foot for better friction.

Yoongi yanked his foot back and kicked it against the boys rope decorated chest, knocking him flat against the bedframe. "Ah, ah, ah, sub. You know you're not allowed to come. You just sit there and feel every inch of that toy down your throat and all the weight of these ropes presenting you out on display like the whore you are. It's ten o'clock, and you'll be staying exactly like this until it's 4, so for the next six hours."

He smirked at Namjoon's muffled groan. "I told you to get used to it, sub. This is all you'll be doing after I win, and this is just the first part of your training."

Namjoon ignored him, trying not to move and jostle the rope that was already slightly digging into his cock. He tried to tell himself six hours was nothing, that it would pass in no time.

As he lied to himself, he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

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Yoongi headed to the door and flicked the lights off, shutting the door behind him.

It was as he was halfway down the stairs that he heard the doorbell go off.

Changing his direction, he walked to the door and opened it, breaking into a large grin when he saw his best friend Kim Seokjin standing there.

"Jinnie!" Yoongi laughed as Seokjin surged forward, picking the little dom up off his feet and hugging him tightly.

"My Yoongichi," Seokjin cooed, nuzzling his face against Yoongi's neck. "I haven't seen you in like a whole week! What the hell!"

Yoongi wrapped his arms around the taller boy, his feet dangling nearly a foot off the floor. "Sorry Jinnie, I've been busy." He apologized, feeling his friend carry him to the couch.

He curled up against the older boys chest, smiling when Seokjin pulled a blanket over them, happily cuddling against his favorite person in the whole world.

"You cancelled our sessions for the whole month but didn't explain why." Seokjin pouted.

The two boys had been closer than best friends for years, with Yoongi domming him for free for years now. Occasionally, when Seokjin felt like it, he would switch their positions and take the lead in the bedroom, but mostly Yoongi did that. He was a professional, after all.

"I can't really explain," Yoongi sighed, rubbing his nose when the fuzzy blanket tickled it. "I made a contract with this boy and it's against the rules for anyone but me and him to know about him getting sessions with me for a month. If anyone finds out, I lose the bet."

"A whole month?!" Seokjin exclaimed. "I can't come over and have you fuck me stupid for a whole ass month?"

Yoongi giggled. "You can still come over, just not during the 3:00 hour, and I can't fuck you or do anything sexual with you, or anyone else, for the month. But we can still hang out and cuddle like this."

Seokjin sighed. "What's the bet exactly? He's gotta be the hottest piece of ass ever for you to give up me."

"I do miss you already," Yoongi confessed, trailing his fingers down the attractive male's cheek. "And he is good looking. A total brat and annoying as all fucking hell, but delicious all the same. The bet is that if I can break him into a sub in one month, he'll be my pet forever."

"Really?" Seokjin blinked down at him. "How old is he?"

"Eighteen."

"And he's willing to give up his future just like that if he loses?" Seokjin couldn't believe it.

Yoongi shrugged. "He's the one who proposed the idea, not me." He explained the deal as much as he could without breaking it.

Seokjin frowned, hugging Yoongi tighter as if protecting him. "I dunno, Yoongichi. This doesn't sound right to me. Why would he do that when he barely knows you? In fact, all he knows about you is that you're a professional dominant, and he still made this hardcore bet just a few hours into knowing you?" He shook his head. "I don't trust him."

"He's just cocky." Yoongi rested his cheek against Seokjin's chest, laying his hand over the boys heart. "I wish I could show you him now. He's definitely not winning today, I can tell you that. Not yesterday either and definitely not tomorrow."

"What happens if you lose?" Seokjin realized.

Yoongi was hesitant to tell him, but he couldn't keep anything from Seokjin.

"The roles are reversed, basically." Yoongi said. "He'll own me instead, and I'll have to quit and give up everything to him, including wearing a cock cage for the rest of my life."

"What?!" Seokjin screeched, jumping up.

Yoongi fell against the couch. "Jin-"

"Why the hell would you ever agree to that!" Seokjin jumped on Yoongi, pinning the boys wrists to the couch. "Yoongi! No! You can't do any of that!"

"It's okay," Yoongi tried to tell him. "I agreed to it and added my own terms in as well. You know me, I didn't just dive into this without thinking, and I never would have said yes if I wasn't confident I would win."

"You can't do this," Seokjin argued. "What if you do lose? Huh? What if he pulls something and beats you? You're only twenty five, you can't give up your life to a fucking arrogant high school brat who doesn't know shit about true BDSM! I won't allow it!"

"I appreciate your concern for me, Jinnie," Yoongi assured him. "But I've got him under control. Trust me, I know he can't work with unpredictability and that's what I've been throwing in his face nonstop. He hasn't won a single battle in two days, and I fully intend on keeping this streak going for twenty eight more days."

Seokjin still didn't like this idea. "There's gotta be a way to get you out of this stupid bet."

"If we both agree to dissolve the contract it'll become void." Yoongi confessed. "But honestly, neither of us want that."

Seokjin sighed. "Yoongi"

"I'll be fine," Yoongi smiled at him, taking in the boys worried expression and soft, full lips. "I wish I could kiss you, Jinnie..."

"I wish so too." Seokjin finally let him up. He yanked the smaller boy into a crushing hug. "Please, Yoongi, for me, and especially for you...win."

Yoongi closed his eyes, melting into Seokjin's warm comfort.

The thought of losing had crossed his mind more than once, and the dom always made plans to stop Namjoon from getting any upper hand, but nothing was ever guaranteed and Yoongi refused to get comfortable or cocky around the student.

They hung out for a few hours longer, until it was getting close to 3, and Yoongi had to make the pretty switch leave so he didn't break the rules of the contract.

Seokjin hung by the door, still not liking the deal between Namjoon and Yoongi. "Yoongi...I've always wanted to..."

He looked into the little doms beautiful kitten eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. "Uh, I mean, take care, okay?"

Yoongi smiled. "You too, Jinnie."

Seokjin walked away, wrapping his pink hoodie tighter around his thin body, inhaling Yoongi's familiar scent.

"Min fucking Yoongichi...why the hell would you made this stupid, dangerous bet with a random jackass high schooler...when I'm the one who's so fucking in love with you?"

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I do be shipping Sin when I'm not tearing my heart out for Namgi or crying over Namjin doe 🖤💖