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cock stepping, cock rings, choking, Yoongi is just generally rough (slapping, pushing/shoving, dragging etc), degrading, bondage, facials, blowjob, knives are used but it's not for knife/pain play, sounding, blindfolds, biting, ruined orgasm, dry orgasm, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degradation, humiliation, spanking, spitting, plugs, someone will drop and use their safe word, no aftercare (but it will be in the next part)

P.s. - it's written to seem forced since it's like "Namjoon struggled against Yoongi" but it's not noncon since he could say his safe word if he wanted to stop uwu just keep that in mind if u don't like noncon

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"Hey baby," Yoongi pressed a kiss to the boys cheek as Namjoon entered Yoongi's house after school. "I have to finish up some work so we'll be having a late start. You can start your homework and I'll come get you when I'm done."

Namjoon scoffed, following Yoongi back to his office, letting his backpack fall to the floor. "Yeah, right. And pass up an opportunity to annoy you?"

While Yoongi sat at his desk, Namjoon wandered around the room, judging the dom's space.

He scanned the bookshelf, reading the titles of all the different genres.

"Don't touch those." Yoongi said, not looking up from his work. "They're a gift from a switch in Singapo-"

Namjoon immediately ran his hands all over the books, pulling some out to drop them to floor with a loud noise, then switching to doing one at a time to make the annoying, loud act last longer.

Yoongi sighed. "If you're going to be a pain I'm going to tie you up in the corner for the whole session."

"Bet, pervert. I tied all your good ropes into knots last time you left me unsupervised." Namjoon tilted all the hanging framed pictures on the wall, making them crooked.

He crawled to the doms desk, opening the drawers and rummaging though them loudly.

Yoongi kicked him away lightly. "You're being a brat today, sub."

"I'm a brat everyday, pervert." Namjoon quickly crawled back, messing up the order of the files in the drawer.

"Is baby upset that dom is paying more attention to his laptop than to him?" Yoongi teased. "Is that why he's acting out like a little kid? Do you want some Play Doh, little fussy baby?"

Namjoon scowled, not letting the teasing distract him from distracting Yoongi. He grabbed the stapler and emptied it out on the carpet. "Not a baby."

He straightened out all of Yoongi's paperclips.

Yoongi huffed at the mess in his normally clean office. He stood up and grabbed the boys backpack, pulling out Namjoon's mini laptop.

"Here, write an essay. I'll be done soon." He powered it on and sat it on Namjoon's lap.

"Don't wanna." Namjoon grumbled, clicking through his downloads.

He had already finished all his homework for the month anyways. There was nothing to do.

He glanced up at Yoongi, peering at the doms screen.

He had always wondered what the dom kept on his computer. He knew it had to be something good, maybe even something scandalous.

If he could have just two minutes alone with it...

"I'm hungry." He said loudly.

Yoongi sighed but pushed his chair back. "I'll get you a snack, baby. Want a sandwich?"

"Not a baby." Namjoon called as Yoongi went to the kitchen. "And cut the crust off!"

As soon as the coast was clear, he quickly sat on Yoongi's chair, clicking through the saved files on the doms desktop.

Most were just digital contracts of his clients, and he clicked out of them, not caring.

He went to the doms video's and his eyebrows shot up when he saw quite a few sex videos saved.

He knew he shouldn't watch them, they were between Yoongi and his clients and it would be a severe invasion of privacy.

But if he just played the audio...

He clicked the first one and skipped to a random part, turning around in the chair so he couldn't see the screen.

Smack!

A voice yelped in pain, whimpering softly.

It was muffled, so Namjoon assumed the client was gagged in some way.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Yoongi's deep voice hissed, making Namjoon jolt in the chair. "I told you to count. Or are you too much of a useless fuck toy to even do that?"

Namjoon peeked slightly at the computer, unable to resist seeing Yoongi in domspace.

The client had his hands chained above his head, his back to the camera. He was naked, and Namjoon was shocked to see red slashes down the mans back.

Yoongi walked by, flicking blood off the black whip in his hand casually. "If you can't count properly we'll start all over. And if we run out of room on your back, I'll start whipping your pathetic cock."

The man moaned, trying to say whatever number they were on, but the gag in his mouth made it impossible to understand.

Yoongi sighed. "Guess we're starting over. What a shame, a man who's only good for this, yet still can't even count past twenty."

Namjoon skipped to the next one, wanting to see more.

It was a girl this time, blindfolded and tied down to a bed, screaming and thrashing as Yoongi calmly held a vibrator between her legs.

"P-please, sir!" She was begging. "N-no more! I c-can't- ah!"

"Of course you can, you love it when you're forced to come over and over again." Yoongi laughed. He pulled the toy away, and she sobbed in relief.

Namjoon didn't know how many times she had come already, but he knew Yoongi, and knew it had to have been a few over her limit.

Yoongi suddenly slapped her pussy, making her cry out, trying to close her legs but he was between them, and he did it again, harder this time.

"You don't want the toy anymore?" He called over her sobbing. "Fine, then I'll make you come this way instead."

He didn't stop, slapping her hard and fast, until she cried out and convulsed, finally coming again.

The release was weak, but it still splashed a little on Yoongi's face, and the dom wiped it off calmly with his thumb, bringing it to his mouth to taste.

Namjoon knew he shouldn't be watching this, but he couldn't look away. He had never seen Yoongi like this before. Even in the beginning, when Yoongi wasn't as soft, he had never been this hard on Namjoon before.

"What are you doing?"

Namjoon nearly fell off the chair when Yoongi surprised him.

"Y- Yoongi! You didn't make a sound..." He gasped, clicking out of the videos as Yoongi walked over, plate in hand.

Yoongi set the food down on the desk, eyes narrowed as he looked at Namjoon being on his computer. He knew the brat had done something while he was gone.

"I heard the video, Namjoon. What were you watching."

It wasn't a question, but a demand.

Namjoon bit his lip, but slowly pulled the videos back up.

Yoongi watched the scenes of him and past clients, his expression set in a hard glare.

"This wasn't for you!" He hissed, slamming the laptop closed.

"Sorry." Namjoon shrugged, knowing Yoongi wasn't going to punish him. "But I only watched a few-"

"You think that matters?" Yoongi snapped, yanking Namjoon's head back by his hair. "I have dom-patient confidentiality! You can't break into their privacy like that! They trust me to record their sessions for them so they can watch it, it's not. For. You."

Namjoon winced at the sudden pain, not expecting it. "Ah, I won't tell anyone! I didn't even see their faces, I don't know who they were!"

Yoongi slammed his foot down between the boys spread legs, leaning into it to add more weight against the boys cock.

Namjoon gasped, hands immediately shooting out to try to push the shoe off him. "Yoongi!"

Yoongi yanked the boys hair harder, and Namjoon's wide eyes saw how angry Yoongi really was as the older man caged him in the chair.

"You always break the rules and expect to get away with it." Yoongi growled, his other hand wrapping around the boys neck, slowly tightening. "And I'm getting real sick of it."

Namjoon was speechless, and not just because the dom was choking him.

"I'm so fucking lenient to you, letting you prance around the house and order me around as if a bratty slut like you has any authority, but I'm not going to pretend that's true anymore." He leaned in, his grip tightening on Namjoon's neck. "Here's your reality check, sub; this is my house, you're my property, and I'm done playing your stupid, childish game."

He shoved Namjoon off the chair roughly, and the boy crashed to the carpet, gasping for air now that he was released, barely feeling it as the chair toppled over on top of him.

"Now we're playing my game."

Yoongi kicked the chair away, knocking it against the bookshelf, making it wobble from the force.

Namjoon hastily scrambled to get to his feet, failing a few times as he tried to get his mind to work again.

The pain on his dick was distracting.

Yoongi stormed over and grabbed Namjoon's shirt, ripping it apart with strength Namjoon didn't realize the dom had.

"Ah!- Yoon-"

"Get in the fucking red room." Yoongi ordered, shoving Namjoon back to the floor.

Namjoon barely caught himself in time, still reeling from how the dom had changed so fast.

It was like the beginning, when Yoongi had no problems putting Namjoon beneath him, and Namjoon didn't realize how much he had liked that until he felt his bruised cock start to harden.

He knew he shouldn't anger Yoongi more, he knew it was a mistake to watch those videos, but he still couldn't submit easily.

"Fucking make me!" He challenged, getting back up.

Yoongi's eyes were dark, the usual warm smile he always had when he was looking at Namjoon long gone, and the student knew he was only pushing Yoongi further into his dom headspace by being defiant.

It spurred him on, sparking excitement.

"Fucking make me, pervert!" He taunted, walking over to the dom. He raised his hand to condescendingly pat Yoongi's head, but he never made it that far.

Yoongi reacted quicker than Namjoon had ever seen him move; he grabbed the boys hand and yanked his arm behind his back, turning around to shove the boy against the wall, shaking the framed pictures he had messed up earlier.

Namjoon gasped in pain as his other arm was wrenched behind his back as well, held with just one of Yoongi's hands. "Fuck-"

Yoongi grabbed Namjoon's hair with his fist, slamming the boys temple against the wall. "I didn't give you permission to speak. Every word you say from now on will be another day you get to spend in chastity."

Namjoon groaned as pain exploded in his head from the blow, barely feeling it as Yoongi grabbed his jeans, yanking them down the boys legs. He dropped to the floor when Yoongi released him.

The dom stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

Namjoon stayed on the floor for a few moments, rubbing the forming bruise on his forehead.

Was that it? Was Yoongi walking away to cool down?

Namjoon hoped not, he was finally getting what he wanted after so long.

He got to his feet and hurried to the door, ready to chase Yoongi down and push his buttons some more.

The door was locked.

Namjoon tried the handle a few more times in disbelief.

He pounded on the door and kicked it. "Hey, pervert asshole! What the fuck- open the fucking door! Let me out, you-"

It opened, and Namjoon stumbled back, barely avoiding getting smacked in the face with it.

Yoongi dropped the heavy chains to the floor, holding one in his hand as he advanced.

"You want me to make you?" His voice was deep. "Make you enter the red room?"

Namjoon's heart skipped a beat, but he still held his head up defiantly, crossing his arms. "Try your best, perve-"

Yoongi suddenly kicked out, knocking the boys feet out from under him.

Namjoon lost his breath when he landed flat on his back, and Yoongi took advantage of his distracted state to clamp the heavy chain around the boys upper thigh.

It was locked tight, squeezing the tanned flesh like a garter from hell.

Yoongi walked over to where Namjoon's white shirt had been ripped into two pieces, picking them up. He looped one into a knot, sitting beside the dazed boy to grab his wrists together and tighten the cloth around them.

Namjoon shoved him off with his bound hands. "Fucking asshole-!"

Yoongi stuffed the other piece of cloth into the boys mouth, shutting him up.

He stood up, brushing his hands off as he walked back to the chain, picking it up.

"This isn't even my best, sub." Yoongi said as he calmly started to drag the boy out of the office by the long chain.

Namjoon groaned at the carpet friction against his skin, arching his back to try to relieve it.

He tried flipping onto his front, his bound hands making it difficult to maneuver himself, grabbing onto the doorway of the office to stop himself from being dragged.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Don't be a coward, we both know how much you want to be used like the useless whore you are."

He yanked harder and Namjoon's grip slipped from the wood trimming of the doorway.

He shouted and protested behind the gag as Yoongi dragged him down the hall, kicking open the door to the red room, and when the crimson light washed over him, Namjoon realized Yoongi wasn't going to go easy on him this time.

He raised his tied hands to his mouth, spitting out the cloth. He bit at the knot, attempting to rip it apart with his teeth.

Yoongi shut the door and Namjoon heard it lock.

Yoongi walked around, and Namjoon felt the chain get tugged a little, heard it get clicked into place somewhere. He struggled to sit up, hands finally free, and blinked as he got used to the dark red light.

Getting back to his feet, his hands went to the chain around his thigh, uselessly trying to pry it off.

"Going to have fun with you." Yoongi said, a smirk in his voice as he moved things around in the room, and Namjoon didn't doubt it.

The dom stepped behind the chained boy and Namjoon was startled when a blindfold was wrapped around his eyes, cutting off his vision completely.

"Fucking pervert!" Namjoon raised his hand to rip it off, but Yoongi stopped him suddenly, and another chain was locked around his wrist, opposite of the chain on his thigh. It was too short to reach more than a few inches off the floor, and he was forced to sit on his knees.

He frowned, sitting still now in the dark. He didn't try to move his other hand, knowing Yoongi probably had another chain at the ready, and he would rather have one arm free than have his vision as he listened to Yoongi walk slowly around.

"Always getting off when you come here." Yoongi shook his head as he circled the kneeling boy, smirking at the way Namjoon tensed when he got too close. "Always getting massages and warm baths, like a spoiled princess. You let it get to your head, sub. Should've just trained you from the beginning how to be a real sub, one who knows their place is secondary to their dom. Come to think of it, you haven't pleasured me once yet. I don't think we'll let that streak continue for one more day. Not for another minute, even."

Namjoon's heart pounded at what that meant, but then he heard a zipper being pulled down.

A hand grabbed his jaw, startling him, and Yoongi tightened his hold to keep him in place.

"No teeth." Was the only warning Yoongi gave before he shoved his cock into Namjoon's forced open mouth.

He choked, expecting Yoongi to pull out to let him catch his breath, and his cock hardened when Yoongi didn't.

Yoongi fisted the boys hair as he pulled back halfway, letting Namjoon think he was actually going to get the luxury of breathing for a moment, before he slammed his hips forward, fucking the students throat.

Namjoon choked, trying to shake his head out of the doms grip, but Yoongi held him in place, using the boys mouth to get himself off.

Yoongi sighed as he abused the warm hole. "Wow, what a disappointment. Your mouth always looked so pretty, with your dimples and thick lips and smile, thought it would be the best blow job of my life, thought it would be worth the wait. But this? Fucking pathetic. Your ass better be a lot better, or you'll be in real trouble, sub."

Namjoon's free hand shot out, gripping Yoongi's thigh as his lungs ran out of air.

He tried inhaling through his nose, but Yoongi had not only his mouth stuffed, but his throat too, and the air wasn't getting through like Namjoon needed.

Yoongi knew Namjoon was choking, and he kept his pace up as he watched the boy struggle, his chained hand in a fist, slowly weakening. His lungs burned, chest heaving as he tried to suck in a breath, even just a little one, but nothing was coming through, and his brain went from a panic to...nothing.

Yoongi released the boys hair and Namjoon's head fell back, unable to support it himself anymore.

The action pulled his mouth off the doms cock- not all the way, but enough for air to rush in, and he coughed, coming back from the brink with a choked gasp.

Yoongi gave him three seconds, before shoving himself back in.

"Why are you breathing when I haven't come yet?" He shook his head. "Terrible excuse for a sub. You were clearly never trained a day in your life. That changes now."

Namjoon weakly pounded his free fist on Yoongi's hipbone, trying to push him off, but Yoongi chuckled and ignored it, finding the small resistance adorable.

Though he had put down Namjoon earlier, the dom was actually getting close to his climax, and he groaned, tossing his head back as he sped up his pace.

"Don't even deserve my come." Yoongi muttered, hips stuttering.

He pulled out suddenly, and came all over the boys face, painting the cinnamon skin white.

Namjoon barely felt it, too busy sucking in air with pained gasps.

His throat felt raw, like he had the flu.

Finished, Yoongi released him and stepped back, and Namjoon collapsed to the floor, shuddering as he took deep breaths.

Yoongi knelt down to study him, smirking at the sight of his come slowly dripping down the boys face in thick drops. Namjoon's mouth was open, a small pool of drool forming on the floor.

He got to his feet, walking over to grab his next tools as he pulled his pants back up.

Namjoon felt his thoughts slowly come together, his brain trying catch up to normal speed as his lungs finally got back in the pattern of breathing.

He wanted to move, wanted to take the blindfold off since he could reach now, but he felt weak, and it was hard to move his arms, or anything, really.

He felt more than heard Yoongi's presence beside him again, and then he was shoved onto his back.

"Stay still." Yoongi ordered in a deep voice, and then Namjoon felt something sharp poke his side.

He froze, knowing instantly it was a knife.

Yoongi wouldn't actually hurt him, even after what Namjoon had done...right? It was in their contract that the dom couldn't, but it was then, chained and weak and blindfolded, that Namjoon realized how stupid it was to believe a simple piece of paper was going to protect him.

His watch flashed when his heartbeat started to spike.

But then the knife wedged itself between his skin and his boxers, and Yoongi sliced through the fabric easily.

Yoongi cut the garment off, tossing it and the knife away now that they were no longer needed.

He parted the boys asscheeks, seeing the plug still nestled there from where he had put it in yesterday.

He pulled out the cockring he had grabbed- the thick steel one that made grown men cry and scream, and held the boys cock, sliding the ring down to the boys base, twisting it to make sure it was on tight.

Namjoon gasped in discomfort, pushing Yoongi away. "N-no!"

"Stuttering already?" Yoongi chuckled.

Namjoon ground his teeth together, forcing himself to sit up. "Fuck you, asshole."

"A worthless cumdump slut like you could never."

Hot breath on his neck, and then teeth grazed his skin at the base of his neck, slowly biting into it.

Namjoon grunted at the bite, raising his fist to punch the dom off, but the chain stopped him, and he flushed when Yoongi chuckled at his failure, feeling the vibrations.

Yoongi bit harder, not enough to draw blood, but definitely leaving an imprint of his teeth on the boys neck. It wouldn't fade as quickly as a hickey and Yoongi wanted everyone to know who tamed this beautiful brat.

He grabbed the boys cock, teasing the head with his thumb as his hand jerked the shaft.

Namjoon bucked at the unexpected pleasure, his chained limbs struggling again to try and get away.

"What are you doi- stop!" He groaned, forcing his hips to not chase the pleasure.

Yoongi watched him as he worked the boys cock, feeling it slowly harden more against Namjoon's will, not stopping as he felt the student getting closer and closer.

"Don't come." He ordered, knowing Namjoon would defiantly come just to disobey him.

Namjoon grunted, as if on cue, and let himself fall into his climax.

Instead of pure pleasure washing over him, his orgasm was cut off with a painful digging into his cock, his balls staying tight as they wanted to release but the cockring wouldn't allow it.

He cried out, riding out the painful dry orgasm, shaking on the floor of the red room.

Yoongi chuckled, picking up the lube and the small silver rod he had grabbed. "Oh, did I forget to finish that sentence? Don't come- because it will hurt."

Namjoon huffed, trying to get his breath back as the pain slowly ebbed. "You...fucking...asshole..."

"I'll be fucking your asshole." Yoongi agreed, lubing up the rod. He grabbed the boys cock, ignoring Namjoon's hiss of oversensitivity, and lined up the rod with the boys small hole.

He let an inch slide in before grabbing the rod to stop it from falling in further.

"Aaaah!" Namjoon cried out in shock at the foreign intrusion. "What- what the fuck is- take it out!"

"Ungrateful sub," Yoongi scolded, slowly letting the rod fall in deeper. It had a small ball at the top so it wouldn't fall completely into the boys cock, and Yoongi kept going until that ball rested on the boys tip. "Getting the honor of having his useless cock stuffed and doesn't even say thank you."

Namjoon struggled and spat at him. "Fuck you! You say I'm a useless sub? Well you're a degenerate, vitiate, egotistical bastard calling himself a dom who can only get sex if people have to pay for it!"

Yoongi stood up, letting his black sneaker rest on the boys hard cock, slowly adding pressure. "What was that, sub? I thought you said, 'thank you master', because if you didn't, well..." He chuckled, adding a little more weight as Namjoon groaned beneath him, letting him get the message.

Namjoon pressed his lips together, refusing to say it.

Yoongi sighed, removing his shoe to nudge it at the cockring, very softly kicking it. "I can last a lot longer than you can, sub."

Namjoon moaned as the wand was jostled in his oversensitive cock, trying to shuffle away from Yoongi's shoe, but the chain around his thigh was pulled tight and he could go no further.

Yoongi didn't let up with his kicking, and finally Namjoon couldn't take it any longer.

"Fuck! S-stop! Please- thank you! Thank you, master!" He cried, desperate for the pain to stop.

Yoongi smirked, finally removing his foot. He walked over to the boys side, setting his shoe on the boys chest, leaning down to drape his forearm over his knee as he viewed the student cough for air.

"There, was that so hard?" He cooed. "Just submit, Joon."

"Fuck off. Fuck you."

Yoongi let the tip of his sneaker trace up the boys chest to his neck, stepped softly on it.

Namjoon snarled, tilting his head away as Yoongi applied just enough pressure to block about half his airflow. He didn't want to be choked fully again, however, so he laid still.

"Looks like you still haven't learned yet." The dom sighed in fake disappointment. He raked his eyes over the boys sweaty body, his stuffed cock and the way Yoongi's come was drying on his face. "You look good like this, sub. But you still have two holes we could fill."

The pressure on his neck was lifted and Namjoon sucked in a deep breath, cherishing air. He had really taken for granted how much he liked breathing unrestricted.

He heard Yoongi moving things around but he didn't focus on it, too distracted with whatever was shoved in his cock as he sat up. Wincing at the pain in various parts of his body, he rubbed the back of his head.

Yoongi picked up the small, padded block of wood, walking over to drop it beside Namjoon without warning.

The boy jumped in shock and Yoongi laughed.

He knelt down and kicked the boys side, knocking him onto his front.

As expected, Namjoon shouted at him and picked himself up onto all fours, and Yoongi pushed the block under the boys torso, straddling him to force him to lean on it.

"Ah- fucking pervert- what the fuck are you doing?" Namjoon kicked, rattling the chains, but he couldn't reach Yoongi when the dom was on his back. "Fucking depraved waste of human organs! Sex addicted profligate! Reprobate ass! Fuck you!"

Yoongi ignored him, strapping the boys thighs with the leather straps that were on each side of the block, holding his legs open.

He turned around and did the same to the boys biceps, strapping him to the block.

He sat up, letting Namjoon struggle with that while he rummaged around for his spreader bar.

He found it and turned back to the cursing, panting sub, kneeling behind the boys spread ass to cuff Namjoon's ankles to each end of the thick, long bar, holding his legs open wide.

Namjoon grunted at the stretch, cheeks turning red as his ass was unwillingly presented out for the dom, his fingers curling into the floor as he hoped the red lighting would hide his humiliation.

"What were you saying, sub?" Yoongi hummed, running his hands over the exposed ass. "Realized yet that big words aren't going to save you?"

Namjoon knew it was useless to struggle but he did anyways, not wanting to give in. "Realized yet that you can't understand big words, you vacuous, ignoramus, bitch."

The hand left and Namjoon wondered where Yoongi had gone since he didn't hear any footsteps-

Smack!

Namjoon gasped, jolting his hips forward, banging them against the block as Yoongi spanked him- hard.

He could feel the handprint forming on his asscheek already.

"Funny you wanna preach about who's smarter like it's going to change the fact you're a strapped bitch and I have all the control." Yoongi laughed, slapping him again.

Namjoon bit his bottom lip harshly, not wanting to give the dom the satisfaction of hearing him cry or moan.

He didn't want to come- he knew he couldn't- but for some reason the abuse on his ass was stirring up his cock that couldn't soften due to the cockring, and the wand inside of him mimicked the feeling of a cock up his ass and fuck he was hard.

He groaned, feeling his balls tighten painfully as another dry orgasm overtook him, but Yoongi still didn't stop.

Yoongi wasn't kind- he spanked the boy relentlessly, not giving him a second of relief, and his hits kept escalating in power, until each hit felt like fire on his ass, and Namjoon finally couldn't take one more.

"Stop!" He cried out, hanging his head. "Fuck- you're going to break the skin!"

"Your ass is mine to break," Yoongi growled, grabbing the boys cheeks, one in each hand and Namjoon wailed as the doms nails dug into the red flesh. "Stupid slut, accept it already. Useless whore."

Namjoon ground his teeth together, trying to ignore the pain. "Fuck you."

Yoongi sighed, tired of hearing that.

He stood up again, ready to end the boys defiance.

He dug in his drawer of gags, taking his time picking out the one he wanted. He finally decided on a ring gag- one that would keep the boys mouth stretched open.

He walked to the boys front, smirking as the blindfolded boy tensed when he heard Yoongi getting near.

He crouched down, lifting the students head up by his hair to shove the ring in his mouth, yanking the straps behind the boys head to lock them together.

Namjoon shook his head near painfully, trying to dislodge it. He couldn't swallow with the ring holding his mouth open, and he felt debauched when he couldn't stop the drool from spilling down the corners of his mouth.

He knew he still had Yoongi's come on his face, and now, fully bound with his ass exposed and the humiliating wand in his cock, Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold, starting to regret pushing Yoongi so far.

Why didn't he ever learn? Why did he have to be so stubborn? Why did he continue to think he could beat Yoongi? Why was he such a slut for Yoongi treating him like this?

Yoongi squirted some lube on his palm. Not a lot, but enough for the stupid brat.

He pulled his cock out, rubbing the lube over himself as he got to his knees behind the boy, lining up his tip with Namjoon's hole. He grabbed the base of the plug and yanked it out, not going slow.

Namjoon stiffened, knowing the dom was going to fuck him and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Yoongi slid in, groaning at the tightness as he slowly worked himself in to the base.

"Fuck, tight whore." He grabbed the boys red asscheek, hearing Namjoon's muffled moan. "The perfect bitch for me."

He slid back out, keeping just the tip in, before slamming back in, catching Namjoon off guard at the rough force. He didn't wait for the boy to get used to it, just started fucking into him with abandon, using him only for his own pleasure.

Namjoon choked, fingers curling into the floor as drool dripped down from the gag as Yoongi fucked him roughly, his hand on the boys hip tight to hold him in place.

"Should just keep you strapped down forever, only fuck you when I feel like it." Yoongi grunted, working up his orgasm. "A brat like you doesn't even deserve to get fucked with my cock, but dom knows how desperate you are for it. All the toys in the world and you still want my cock in your slutty hole. Can't act right without it."

Namjoon let out a muffled cry when Yoongi jabbed his prostate, clenching up around him.

Yoongi laughed, leaning forward to rake his nails down the boys back, scraping his name down Namjoon's spine.

"You're a useless sub, but my useless sub all the same. And you should be damn grateful, slut."

Namjoon was finding it hard to stay coherent, wanting to just let go and give in to the growing pleasure.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew it would hurt to come dry again, knew he would be submitting to Yoongi that way, but then his eyes were fluttering, his pleasure growing fast after all the stimulation.

"Bet you're going to come again," Yoongi taunted, fucking into him harshly, thoroughly ruining the boys hole. "Bet you love all of this, fucking whore."

Namjoon cried at the abuse against his prostate, shaking his head, but it didn't matter; he couldn't stop Yoongi.

Yoongi was growing close, especially after Namjoon clenched up around him again as he rode out another painfully dry orgasm.

Swearing under his breath, Yoongi felt his own release coming, and he gripped Namjoon's hair, yanking the boys head back.

He spat in Namjoon's mouth just as his orgasm crashed into him.

He came with a groan, spilling into the boys hole, painting his walls white.

Releasing him, Yoongi caught his breath, pulling out.

He eyed the way his come slowly trickled out of the abused hole, and reached for the plug from earlier, shoving it inside with his whole palm, making Namjoon cry and jolt at the overstimulation.

Finally, he pulled his pants back up, walking over to the boys front.

He untied the blindfold, letting it fall to the floor.

He wordlessly undid the boys gag as well, the images of everything he had forced his baby to endure colliding in his mind.

He felt lightheaded as his heart pounded.

"Namjoon, are you okay?" He murmured, pulling the key to the chains out of his pocket.

It slipped through his suddenly weak fingers, bouncing on the floor.

"Y-yeah." Namjoon tried to wipe his mouth off on his strapped bicep.

And he was, strangely. As much pain as he had been through, and though he had come close to crying, he had loved Yoongi being harsher with him, loved being stubborn even as he was being punished.

He wanted this fucking stick out of his cock though, and he felt he deserved to finally come, but other than that.

The dom swayed on his feet, falling to his knees and barely catching himself with his hands in time.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon was alarmed, straining in his restraints to reach the dom. "Yoongi!"

"'s good you're okay," Yoongi slurred, reaching out to undo one of the straps around the student's arm, and Namjoon didn't miss how much Yoongi's hand was shaking. "Because...I...red."

And then he collapsed.

"Yoongi!" Namjoon shouted, alarm shooting through him.

He tried to reach the dom, but he was still chained, and one arm was still strapped to the block, and he couldn't reach.

And that was when the panic really set in.

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