I'm breaking this scene into parts because it's easier to make it more detailed and longer that way, vs just writing one 10k word chapter and having people skip parts to get to the end quicker

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Yoongi could hear Namjoon's shouts and the rattling of the door as the pornstar tried to break it down growing fainter and fainter as Holden dragged Yoongi up the stairs and shoved him inside the mans bedroom.

As warm as his heart felt knowing Namjoon was trying desperately to save him, he wished the boy wouldn't.

Yoongi was doing this to save Namjoon after all, he didn't want it to be the other way around.

He had been through this countless times already, what was once more? Especially if it meant sparing beautiful Namjoon any pain.

So when Holden shoved Yoongi onto his back on the bed, Yoongi didn't even bother to get back up. He laid there silently, watching as Holden stood over him, already trying to disassociate.

Holden thought about what he wanted to do as he gazed down at the pretty boy on his bed.

He had missed Yoongi more than he had previously realized, and didn't want to waste this opportunity. He wanted to do something big, to make up for all the lost times they could have been together before Yoongi had unearthed some blackmail on him.

But what?

"Stay." The man growled, pointing a warning finger at Yoongi before walking to the closet. Opening it, he scanned his various toys.

Ropes and chains were always his favorite, he loved seeing the various ways Yoongi could be held down, pinned up, spread flat or stuck in place. All tied up with nowhere to go, just waiting for Holden to do whatever he pleased with his helpless body. Loved the way the boys sugary white skin got marked up so easily. Loved tying him up in a position that presented Yoongi out fully, leaving no place for modesty to hide. Leaving no spot safe from the camera.

Holden grabbed down a few coils of black rope and a few chains. The contrast of Yoongi's pale skin and the dark restraints was always beautiful.

What else should he use?

Gags were optimal for many reasons as well. He liked knowing his toys couldn't speak unless Holden wanted them to. And Yoongi's cute little mouth always looked debauched whenever something was shoved in it. Whether it was a panel gag to muffle the boys cries and tearful moans, or a ring gag to force the pouty mouth to stay open so Holden could cum down the boys throat, the man never regretted using either.

He grabbed one of each down, also in black, except for the ring gag which was metal, and scanned the shelves for more.

A blindfold? Sure, why not. It was hot to see how scared Yoongi got whenever he didn't know what was coming next. He wouldn't use it the entire time though, he loved seeing those cat like orbs fill with fear and tears.

What else...

He was about to skip over the dildos, since he planned to fuck Yoongi with his cock, but then paused at a particularly large one Vylette had bought a few months ago. He grabbed it, deciding to use it in case he needed a break and didn't want to leave Yoongi empty.

Speaking of that, Holden grabbed down a matching plug as well. It was a vibrating one, and after checking to make sure it was fully charged, the man added it to his growing bundle as well.

Holden hovered at the various paddles and whips before passing over them. They were mostly used for punishments, since Yoongi hated and feared pain, and today wasn't a punishment.

Today was a joyous occasion. A reunion. A long overdue one too.

Holden wanted to make the little traitor miss their time together as well. Wanted him to come again and again, drowning in the pleasure that only Holden could give him. Feel guilt and horrible confusion as his body orgasmed again and again, a slave to the man's fingers and cock. Make him want to destroy those pictures so that they could be together again.

He knew Yoongi never touched himself, having grown a fierce aversion to orgasms after being molested by his adoptive parents for years. He knew Yoongi even closed his eyes when changing or showering sometimes as well, often wearing the same baggy clothes day after day. It couldn't be good for the boys help to not get off, so Holden figured Yoongi must be dying on the inside to finally come again after so long.

The man grabbed a bottle of lube, and a box of aphrodisiac pills, as well as a Viagra for himself. Now they could go all night.

Even as he thought about Yoongi, Holden's mind drifted to his newest toy. The one tied up in the basement.

He already knew all of the pornstar's kinks and turnoffs, and wondered how great it would feel to finally use them against the beautiful boy. The photo he had taken of the two boys kissing had already gotten a lot of comments and likes on his dark web page, and he planned to record more scenes between the two.

A lot of comments were elated that Yoongi was back, asking why Holden had stopped uploading videos of him. Of course they didn't know about the blackmail and Holden wasn't going to tell them. How could he admit the little fuck doll had pulled one over on him? That he had lost control of the dynamic to a tiny teenager? He couldn't admit that, he would be laughed at and criticized.

The viewers had still enjoyed the other captives Holden had recorded in the past, both male and female, and had especially commented eager praise about Namjoon, demanding more content of the camboy.

And Holden would deliver it, in due time.

But right now, he had some catching up to do with his son.

Turning back to the bed, he was a little surprised to see Yoongi hadn't moved in the slightest. Didn't even sit up or twitch a finger.

And when he got closer, he saw why.

That familiar glassy look in Yoongi's eyes meant only one thing.

"Fuck, you little shit!" Holden dropped his armload and grabbed Yoongi's shoulders, hoisting him up a foot off the bed. "You're not doing this again, not this time!"

And he backhanded Yoongi across the face.

Yoongi's head snapped to the side, and he blinked a few times. The glassy look faded a few degrees as the pain brought the boy back to reality.

"Stop it," Holden scowled, hating whenever Yoongi mentally retreated. It was never as fun.

Yoongi looked at him, a pink spot growing on his pale cheek from the slap. He didn't cry out though, his brain still partially somewhere else.

Holden was about to slap him again, when the idea struck him.

A better way to prevent Yoongi from disassociating.

Grinning at how genious his ideas were, Holden went to his computer and pulled up moonchilds private profile. He went to the boys videos and selected a playlist he had personally made of his favorite ones. The ones that were kinkier than the others, the ones that went on for hours, the ones that showed why Namjoon was the most viewed camboy in the business.

"Come here," Holden barked at Yoongi, snapping his fingers.

Yoongi acted on autopilot, crawling over to the desk.

Holden made quick work of ripping off the boys clothes, leaving Yoongi sitting naked on the carpet.

"Present." He snapped his fingers twice, and smirked at the way Yoongi still remembered all the commands.

All those years of intense training was still ingrained in the boys mind, even after all this time.

Yoongi pressed his face against the soft carpet to hide as he propped his ass up to the man, listening as Holden walked back to his pile of dropped items, grabbing a few of them.

Holden sat down beside him and popped open the bottle of lube, upending it over the boys ass. He squeezed, letting the clear liquid drip down to cover the boys pale skin, as well as the rounded tip of the plug, before pushing it into Yoongi's hole.

Yoongi gasped at the sudden object being shoved into him without warning or any stretching. The lube made the slide easier, but didn't help with the burn of his muscles being forcefully stretched all of a sudden.

"Come on." Holden lifted Yoongi up easily and sat him down on the chair, facing the computer desk. He turned the computer screen away, not wanting the boy to see what was on it just yet. Holden wrapped the black rope around Yoongi's wrists, tying them to the back of the chair. With more rope, he spread the boys legs and tied them apart to the legs of the chair.

Yoongi shifted a little, getting used to the feeling of being restrained again. He knew there was no way to break out of the ropes, so he didn't bother to try. He just focused on mentally escaping this room.

His happy place was an all white room, a place where no stimulation of any sort existed. No sound, no sights, no smells or tastes. Especially no touch. A place where Yoongi could exist without feeling anything.

As he felt the familiar small pills of the aphrodisiac being pushed into his mouth, followed by a stream of water to wash them down his throat, Yoongi focused on building the white walls.

One constructed...two...the floor...

The physical room around him warped and flickered as Yoongi's brain built up his white room. He didn't feel the chair beneath him anymore, nor the ropes digging into his skin. Holden's presence slowly started to vanish too, as well as the lingering taste of the drugs on his tongue.

Holden finished tying Yoongi to the chair and stood up, looking the boy over. He could see the way Yoongi's eyes were glossing over again, almost fully gone, and he turned the computer screen back around and pressed play.

"Good evening, lovelies."

At the sound of Namjoon's voice, Yoongi's construction abruptly halted.

Holden watched with a smirk as Yoongi slowly raised his head, eyes widening when he saw Namjoon on the screen.

The pornstar's face wasn't revealed, of course, always maddeningly out of frame, but the boys broad chest, exposed torso and thick thighs were in 1080p.

Yoongi's white walls shattered as his brain took in Namjoon, unable to focus on both at once.

Namjoon's deep voice, rumbling out sexy talk and deep chuckles, his cinnamon skin flexing over strong, bare muscles-

Reality crashed back in around Yoongi, and he could feel the chair and ropes again.

"Figured I'd tie you to an anchor that will keep you in the present," Holden's smirk was audible in his tone. "Don't want you to miss our long awaited reunion, after all."

He checked his watch. "I'm going to take some time for myself before we begin, so you just sit tight and enjoy seeing your crush on the big screen, in his element."

And he turned the vibrator on.

Yoongi couldn't formulate a reply, his heart beginning to pound as he watched Namjoon seductively run his beautiful hands up and down his toned chest.

He tugged on his bound hands, trying to escape the chair, but the knots held, keeping him on the vibrating plug.

And then Yoongi remembered the drugs he had been forced to swallow, and his heart raced more.

What if Namjoon found out Yoongi watched his videos? And not only that- but got hard to them? What if he got angry? Assumed Yoongi was objectifying him just like the man did? He would hate Yoongi, and Yoongi would lose his only companion in this hell house.

Tears welled up in the boys eyes, spilling down his cheeks, but he still couldn't bring himself to look away.

He shifted, and the plug twitched inside him. Fuck, it was too easy to imagine that was Namjoon's cock, or even his manicured fingers, and Yoongi blushed bright red.

There was no way he could escape to his white room now, there was too much holding him to reality.

Realizing he would have to be present for every horrible thing the man was going to do to him, Yoongi started screaming as panic took over.

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Holden tossed back his Viagra with a bottle of water and listened to the sounds of Yoongi's screams with a chuckle.

Finishing a quick lunch, he sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone, calling his boss.

"Hey, my tire just blew out on the highway." He lied. "I'm at the auto shop to get a replacement but it's going to take at least four hours, they said. They're waiting on a delayed shipment or something, I dunno. By the time I get back to work it'll be the end of my shift, so I'm not wasting my time coming back."

He listened to the sound of his boss ranting at him, yawned, and hung up.

Standing up, he stretched for a few moments, ready to have some fun.

He was about to head up the stairs, but the constant banging sound coming from the basement made him pause.

He knew Namjoon wouldn't be able to break it down, Holden had it reinforced with steel. Even with the boys impressive muscles, he was going to be trapped down there until Holden unlocked the door.

Deciding he didn't want to let his toy continue to potentially harm himself, Holden changed his course. Yoongi could deal with his situation a little longer, give the pills time to kick in.

"Get away from the door before I shoot you!" Holden shouted unlocking the basement door.

The banging abruptly stopped, and Holden chuckled to himself.

That threat always worked.

He stepped inside, seeing Namjoon had retreated to the bottom of the steps, his eyes red rimmed from crying.

Holden raised an eyebrow when he saw the boy had somehow gotten his tied hands out in front of him.

"You know, I'm getting real tired of you doing shit like that." He sighed, nodding at the boys arms. "You did that on day one as well, in my trunk. Next time I'll tie your arms to your legs if that's what it takes."

Namjoon ignored all that. "Where's Yoongi?"

"Upstairs," Holden leaned against the doorway. "Why, you wanna join him?"

"Leave him alone, you've hurt him enough."

Holden just chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, if you really cared about his wellbeing, you would get him to tell you where he hid those photos."

Namjoon blinked. "Why... why would I do that?"

"Because if I can't have Yoongi, I'm going to have you."

"Maybe I'd rather you have me than abuse Yoongi more." Namjoon glared, despite his heart pounding.

"Maybe you'll be saying something really different after you and I finally get to spend some alone time together." Holden grinned. "Hear Yoongi screaming? That'll be you, but worse, if you don't get me those photos."

Namjoon pressed his lips together, shaking his head. He couldn't betray Yoongi like that, not beautiful Yoongi, who had already been put through so much.

Holden shrugged. "Your call. Either way, I'm going to have my fun."

He eyed the boys neck. "You know, I ordered you a collar a few days ago. It'll be here soon. I can't wait to put it on you, show everyone you're my owned little pet. Mine forever."

Namjoon knew the man was just spurring him on, trying to get a reaction out of him so he could punish Namjoon for it later, and he refused to get goaded into it. But that didn't stop the hot anger from blushing up his cheeks.

"A cute puppy," Holden continued, coming down the stairs. "And Yoongi will be my little kitten once again."

"Not while he has those photos of you cheating on your wife." Namjoon stood his ground as the man advanced, standing in front of him. "You can't touch him."

"And yet, I'm about to do nothing but touch him," Holden laughed. He cocked his head, thinking. "You know, he can't tell Vy about the affair or give her the pictures if he's constantly tied up and gagged. Damn, why didn't I think about that before?"

"Don't!" Namjoon gasped, hands jerking against their bonds. "You can't! You'll be in trouble if your wife finds out you've been keeping Yoongi all for yourself; a-and I'll tell her about the affair myself if I have to!"

"I'll say I sent him to boarding school, to keep him out of our way." Holden grinned. "She'll fall for it. And she'll be excited too, since that means no interruptions while we devote all our attention to our new toy." He reached out and pinched Namjoon's cheek.

Namjoon shoved the man away, but Holden grabbed up the boys tied wrists and pinned them down.

"So, either Yoongi can live in a cage even smaller than yours for the rest of his life, or you can get him to tell you where those photos are." Holden's tone was dangerous, and Namjoon found himself staring in terror at the mans eyes.

The pornstar swallowed hard, shaking. "Even... even if he does tell me... and I tell you... then you're just going to destroy the photos and resume hurting Yoongi like before. How is that a better life for him?"

"He will be able to continue to go to school and stand up and talk." Holden hummed. "Otherwise, the other choice is to stay locked up in a cramped, cold cage day after day, mouth and assed stuffed. Forced to watch as you get to stretch out and get pleasured every day by me- we'll do it right in front of him. And I'll make sure to remind him every day that the reason for his new accommodations are all thanks to his cute little crush- famous camboy Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon was shaking with fury now. "You're not human, you're a monster."

Holden laughed. "Ha, you're right. I am." He shoved Namjoon suddenly, making the boy stumble and fall back on the mattress.

The man walked over to the cage, dragging it over and unlocking it.

Namjoon scrambled to his feet, hastily backing away. "S-stop- no, don't-"

"I'll give you a taste of what Yoongi will experience if you don't get me those photos." Holden said as he grabbed Namjoon's sweatshirt, dragging him across the floor to the cage.

He threw the boy inside, kicking Namjoon through the open door until the boy withdrew his legs inside the cramped quarters, before slamming the door shut and locking it.

Namjoon struggled to breathe; the cage was too small for him and didn't allow him any room to uncurl. His lungs felt squished, breathing heavily as panic set in. He was forced on his side, his legs drawn up to his chest. His back was pressed uncomfortably against the bars of the cage, his lungs struggling to expand, pressing against his thighs at each inhale. Already, he could feel his arms and legs going numb.

"I hope we'll be in agreement tomorrow." Holden hummed, heading back to the basement door without a care in the world, locking it behind him.

Despite the sounds of his growing distress, Namjoon could still hear Yoongi's screams and cries perfectly.