When Holden stepped back inside the room, he was pleased to see the tears running down Yoongi's cheeks.

"You know, you getting off to this makes you exactly like me." Holden said as he approached. He put his hand on Yoongi's hair and grinned when the boy flinched. He tightened his hold in response, loving the rush of power he felt.

Yoongi shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn't speak, his lips pressed together in a thin line.

"Believe what you want." Holden hummed, watching the screen. His cock hardened as he watched Namjoon touch himself, the pornstars deep moans and pants going right to the Viagra he had taken earlier. "Facts don't change based on personal opinions."

Yoongi tried his best to ignore him, but he couldn't ignore the way his own dick was half hard already. He kept telling himself it wasn't his fault, it was the drugs he had been forced to take, that was all.

Holden untied Yoongi from the chair, grabbing the boy by the arm, dragging him to the bed. He left the computer on, Namjoon's voice following them. He knew Yoongi wouldn't be able to disassociate as long as Namjoon tied him to the present.

He tossed Yoongi onto the bed, quickly straddling the naked boy before Yoongi could get back up. He grabbed the boys thin wrists and pinned them to the mattress and grinned.

"P-please..." Yoongi's voice cracked, his cute kitten-like eyes welling up with new tears. "Don't...don't do this."

"Oh, but you know that if it's not you, it's Namjoon." Holden cooed, petting Yoongi's hair back from his face. "Is that what you want? I thought you were doing this to save him. Unless...you changed your mind? Cowarding out again?"

Yoongi bit his lip, shaking as silent sobs wracked his small body.

"Should I bring him in here, then?" Holden asked cruelly. "You can watch as I fuck him, reduce him to tears, knowing you're the reason for every single one that runs down his cheeks. All because you were a little scaredy cat once again."

"No..." Yoongi didn't want that at all- not for anyone but especially not for the beautiful Namjoon.

"Good. Then stay put." Holden straightened up, letting go of the boy.

Yoongi blinked, staying in place as the man climbed off him. He watched with growing fear as Holden picked up the toys he had picked out earlier and walked over to the bed.

"Hands." He demanded, holding up the black rope.

Reluctantly, Yoongi held his arms up, wrists together. He watched as the man tied the rope around them, trying hard to block out the sound of Namjoon's voice coming from the computer.

Holden finished the knot and tied the boys hands to the headboard. He looked at Yoongi, watching the way the boys chest heaved with his shallow breaths.

Holden reached out, placing his hand against Yoongi's cheek for a moment, before sliding his palm down flat over the boys neck. He paused, squeezing slightly just to let him know what Holden was capable of, before lowering his hand more, between Yoongi's pecs, down his pale, slim tummy, over his belly button, and then lower still as he cupped the boy in his hand.

Yoongi bit down hard on his tongue at the contact, fresh tears gathering at the feeling.

The feeling he had hoped and begged and prayed he would never have to experience again.

Namjoon, this is for Namjoon, you can endure it...

"I missed you so much, Yoonie." Holden whispered, lowering his mouth to Yoongi's ear, his body covering the boys. His hand slowly pumped Yoongi's dick, bringing it to full hardness with the help of the drugs. He didn't think it would be possible without the aphrodisiacs. "My favorite boy."

He bit softly at the boys earlobe, tugging on it slightly before releasing it and blowing on the wet spot to make Yoongi shiver.

"Why did you have to do it?" He continued, brushing his lips across Yoongi's cheek, before pressing them against Yoongi's.

Yoongi pressed his mouth shut tightly, disgust making him shudder as he felt Holden's tongue try to gain access.

As expected, Holden tightened his grip on Yoongi's cock to make him gasp, slipping his tongue inside easily now.

Yoongi kept his eyes squeezed shut as Holden kissed him, his heart hammering painfully in his chest.

Holden finally pulled off, trailing his lips down Yoongi's chest.

"Why did you have to ruin our special time together?" He continued in a murmur. "Is your life really so much better now? Having total aversion? Closing your eyes in front of every mirror? Never looking down in the shower? Never feeling any pleasure?"

His hand sped up on the boys cock, and Yoongi bucked his hips up involuntarily, a small sob escaping his pouty lips at the spike of pleasure.

Horror and pleasure mingled together, confusing Yoongi and making him cry. It had been so long, he had almost forgotten what it felt like to experience friction down there. The memory had always been drowned out by the revulsion of it all.

"I can help you remember, sweet boy." Holden kissed Yoongi again before lowering his mouth to take the boys cock fully in his mouth.

Yoongi cried out, knees bending as he tried to find a way to kick the man off of him.

Holden pulled off slowly, hollowing his cheeks to make sure every angle of Yoongi's cock was touched before he sat up.

"Stop it." He commanded, glaring as he grabbed the boys ankles, pinning them down.

Yoongi did, chest heaving with loud sobs.

Holden sighed, sliding off the bed to grab more rope and the gag. He spread Yoongi's legs and tied them down before bringing the gag up to the boys face.

"Open." He demanded.

Yoongi was crying too hard to answer, though Holden could see he was making an effort to calm down.

However, the man was too impatient to wait. He grabbed Yoongi's jaw, digging his fingertips into the boys cheeks to force his mouth open and shoved the ball inside.

Yoongi choked, blinking back blinding tears as the gag was locked together behind his head.

"Much better." Holden sighed, settling himself between the boys spread legs. He looked at the plug that was still in the boys hole. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the vibrator.

Yoongi's muffled cries reached a higher pitch as a reaction, his body tensing against the strong vibrations.

With a smirk, Holden lowered his head again, taking Yoongi in his mouth once more. He swirled his tongue around the boys dripping tip, feeling how Yoongi trembled and arched at the sensations. He opened his eyes, seeing the way the boys chest heaved, knowing Yoongi was close already.

He made to lavish every sensitive part of the boy, spoiling his favorite toy despite its bad behavior.

The combination of the intense vibrations and the mans warm mouth on him made Yoongi's lower abdomen tighten as hot pleasure rose and rose, and the boy cried harder knowing he was about to come.

Holden couldn't hold back a smirk when Yoongi arched, coming hot and fast into his mouth. He kept his mouth on the boy, gently sucking until Yoongi had calmed down and was lurching against the ropes in oversensitivity.

Finally he pulled off, leaning over the boy to spit Yoongi's own come out over him.

Yoongi's muffled cries intensified then, eyes squeezed shut as felt his release splatter over his naked body.

"Dirty slut." Holden spat. "Coming in your own daddy's mouth. What the fuck is wrong with you? Dirty, nasty freak."

The mental torture was half the fun, Holden recalled with a grin when Yoongi's cries turned into choking against the gag as tried to take deep breaths and couldn't.

Holden grabbed the base of the plug, twisting it out and tossing it aside- still buzzing- and grabbed his cock, pumping it quickly to full hardness.

Without giving Yoongi a warning, he slid his tip into the boys lubed and stretched hole, tossing his head back with a groan of satisfaction as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside his son.

Yoongi went rigid, incomprehensible gasps and sobs escaping past the gag as Holden bottomed out.

The man didn't give Yoongi a moment to recover, immediately pounding into the abused hole. He grabbed Yoongi's hips, squeezing hard enough to leave ten little bruises. He lifted Yoongi up by his hips, able to fuck him harder now at this new angle.

Yoongi strained against the ropes, choking on fear and sobs as the mans cock punched into him without reprieve. He knew from past experience that he should relax and it would hurt less, but he couldn't force himself to.

And throughout it all, he could still hear Namjoon's voice.

Holden slammed the boy onto his cock, not caring at all about his wellbeing. He had waited far too long for this moment to give a shit how Yoongi was feeling about it all. His own orgasm grew rapidly, finally getting pleasured in his favorite way after so long.

"Fuck," he growled. "I hate you for keeping this from me for so long. I hate you, Yoongi."

For some reason, those words were what finally made Yoongi's overwhelmed brain suddenly snap and he went lax in the mans hold.

Holden paused briefly at the suddenly limp boy in his hands, but then resumed fucking the boy. The glide was easier now without the feeble resistance, and he pounded into Yoongi harder and faster until he felt his orgasm growing and growing and then he came with a loud and long groan, his come shooting deep inside Yoongi, filling him almost endlessly with come.

After a minute of gathering his breath, Holden shook his head to clear his bangs away from his eyes. He only needed a few moments before he would be ready for round two. He glanced down at Yoongi, who was gazing at something unseen over Holden's shoulder.

Holden didn't care, he just readied himself to go again.

-

Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to take deep, calming breaths in the cramped cage.

His arms and legs had already gone numb from blood loss, his heart was thumping so hard that it was making his chest hurt.

He could hear the repeated smacks of the headboard hitting the wall in the room above him and he tried desperately to drown it out with his screams, but it wasn't working.

Tears pricked his eyes, and all he could imagine was innocent, precious Yoongi getting defiled by that horrible man.

Namjoon was so distracted that he didn't even hear the basement door unlock, crying and sobbing loudly both for himself and his predicament and for Yoongi.

A sudden kick to the cage jolted his eyes open, cutting off his screams.

Shocked, Namjoon looked up into the blazing eyes of Vylette.

"What the hell are you doing?" She demanded. "Why are you down here?"

Namjoon didn't know how to respond, stunned.

She looked at the boys hair and crouched down, grabbing a fistful of it through the cage bars. "And what the fuck is this?!"

She glared at Namjoon, tugging on his hair painfully. "What the hell is going on?"

Swallowing hard, Namjoon's voice trembled against the pain.

"H-Holden... he... came home and... did this."

"That rat bastard!" She screamed, letting go. "He knows damn well I wanted your hair blonde!" She stood up and kicked the cage again, making Namjoon cry out in pain. "And look at this! This one is way too small, now you're going to have ugly bruises! God! I hate that son of a bitch!"

She stormed over to the wall, grabbing a spare key off the hook that was nailed there. Coming back, she unlocked the cage and grabbed the pornstar, roughly yanking him out.

Namjoon gasped as he laid on the floor, finally able to stretch out and fill his lungs fully. Blood rushed back into his limbs, tingling painfully.

Vylette didn't let him recover, grabbing his bound hands and pulling him to his feet. "Come on," She growled, dragging him to the basement door. "We're going to have a little chat with my husband."

Namjoon stumbled along behind her, trying to keep up with numb legs, and wondered how she was going to react when she walked in on her husband in bed with Yoongi.

Holden was tall, strong, smart and fearless.

But despite only knowing this woman for a total of a few hours, Namjoon could tell she was more dangerous one between the couple.

And through her, Namjoon saw his way out.