He slowly lowered his head, but the woman was impatient and yanked him down roughly, her other hand grabbing the back of his neck tightly to keep him there.

Namjoon choked, his face smothered in her cunt and he tried desperately to pull back, to gasp for air. The hand didn't leave his neck, however, nor did the one that was tangled in his hair, and he had no choice but to open his mouth slightly, inhaling the strong scent of her pussy. His hands struggled to break free of the chains so that he could push himself away, but of course the iron didn't bend to his wishes.

He could feel a large presence behind him and cringed, knowing it was the boyfriend, watching him intently. Namjoon's fear for the male far outweighed his disgust in the female and he hesitantly opened his mouth, letting his tongue slide between her wet folds.

"Ohh...God, yes," she moaned, rolling her hips against Namjoon's face. "Fuck, it's just like I always imagined."

Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold, feeling tears spring up as he forced himself to keep going. He nosed his way down a little, teasing her opening with the tip of his tongue.

He could feel himself starting to disassociate from the sick horror of it all, and honestly that was just fine with him.

Wanting to just get this over with quickly, but also not wanting to do a shitty job and not get her off, as he suspected her boyfriend would probably hurt him if he didn't, Namjoon inclined his head slightly, his tongue finding her clit.

She inhaled sharply, yanking him further against her and Namjoon nearly lost his balance on the uneven mattress. Righting himself, he tried to disassociate faster as he flicked his tongue across her clit rapidly.

Her legs squeezed against his sides and her hips kept bucking up, and Namjoon took a small relief in that at least he was doing something right. He prayed she would hurry up and finish so he could sit up and take a breath of fresh air.

He had almost fully disassociated when hands roughly yanked him back.

Holden grabbed the back of Namjoon's knees and shoved them apart, making the boy grunt in surprise and discomfort.

Namjoon felt something like a cuff tighten around his ankle, and then his other, and then he discovered he couldn't close his legs anymore.

With rising panic, he realized the boyfriend had locked him into a spreader bar, and he tried again to lift his head but the girl was stronger than she looked, and kept him pinned down.

Cold hands grabbed the boys raised ass, spreading the tanned cheeks to reveal the plug and Namjoon struggled again, not knowing why this was happening but not liking it.

The base of the plug was grabbed and slowly pulled free. Holden unzipped his pants with one hand, while the other grabbed the bottle of lube and flicked the cap open.

At the sound of that, Namjoon froze, realization hitting.

And when he heard the sound of the mans pants falling to the floor, he knew he couldn't be quiet and submissive anymore.

He had put up with a lot so far, but he drew the line at this.

"No, what are you- please don't!" Namjoon begged, shooting upright as he looked over his shoulder at the man, despite not being able to see anything. "No, no, no- NO! I don't want this! I don't want to! Please!"

"Hey!" Vylette complained, reaching for the boy again. "I wasn't done!"

"No!" Namjoon struggled despite his restraints, rolling over onto his back as he kicked blindly at them. "Don't touch me!"

Holden sighed in annoyance. "What did I tell you about screaming, boy? Shut up and get back to pleasing my lady."

But Namjoon was done being meek and scared. He was still fearful, of course, but the thought of being assaulted by this terrible man had pushed that aside- at least temporarily.

Namjoon quickly dodged the hands reaching for him by rolling himself off the bed, landing on the carpet with a hard thud. He couldn't jump up and run with the spreader bar still cuffed to his ankles, so he had to settle for kicking himself backwards until he hit the wall and attempted to stand.

Vylette scowled, crossing her arms. "Great. Now I'm out of the mood."

Holden glared at Namjoon when he heard that. "Now you fucked up, kid."

He stormed over to the struggling boy and grabbed him by the throat, yanking him to his feet.

Namjoon choked, gasping for breath for a moment before he was thrown to the floor on his front. He didn't get any time to recover before hands were in his hair, yanking his head back harshly.

Holden spat at him. "Fuck you, whore. Ruining our perfect night. You're going to fucking regret it, know that."

Terrified, but angry at his mistreatment when he knew he had never done anything to deserve this, Namjoon spat back at the man. He didn't know if he had actually hit his mark or not, but he hoped he did.

Vylette gasped, but Holden was strangely calm as he wiped it off his cheek. He reached down and grabbed the boys neck again, this time squeezing.

"Let's go." He growled, dragging Namjoon out of the room and down the hallway.

Namjoon struggled to breathe, panic flooding his mind as the strong hand held him tightly, cutting off his air.

He felt it when they bumped down the stairs, painfully hitting each step.

And then he was roughly thrown to the ground and shoved from behind. The cold, hard metal of the dog cage greeted him as he was forced inside, balancing painfully on his knees and his upper chest, as his hands were still chained behind his back.

"Stay, bitch." Holden slammed the door shut and locked it, muttering as he went back upstairs.

Namjoon took a few moments to calm down and catch his breath.

He knew he had fucked up by fighting back, but he didn't regret it. He shifted to lay on his side, giving his knees a break. Now his side was in pain as it took all of his weight, but he knew there was no comfortable position in this cage, and he had to take the lesser of all positions.

At least he had won for tonight.

He wasn't any closer to getting free, but he hadn't just laid there and let the man rape him as if he were just their sex slave.

Despite the consequences, Namjoon was still a little bit proud of himself for finding the courage to-

Holden came back, and Namjoon's heart froze in place when he heard something heavy being dropped.

The fucking machine hit the carpet with a loud thud, and a series of ropes followed suit.

"Stupid bitch." Holden muttered as he pulled out a small black rectangle.

Namjoon had no way of knowing the man was holding this item, until Holden pressed a button and a twitchy line of electricity burst to life between the two short prongs on the end of the taser.

Eyes widening behind the blindfold, Namjoon scrambled to get as far away as he could, which wasn't much when he was trapped in the small cage.

Holden unlocked the cage and swung the door open, ignoring Namjoon's hysteric cries begging him to not do this.

The taser jabbed against the boys thigh, and Namjoon's world lit up.

He screamed, body involuntarily arching as the volts coursed through him, stealing his breath and igniting pain in every cell of his.

It felt like it lasted for an eternity before the device was pulled away, and Namjoon collapsed, not having any energy to do anything but gasp for air.

Holden tossed the taser aside, instead grabbing up the ropes.

"Could have spent the night with us, getting pampered and showered in attention." He muttered. "Stupid bitch, had to ruin everything instead."

Namjoon couldn't fight him as the man tied a rope around each of his ankles, slightly above the cuff of the spreader bar, to the bottom of the cage, ensuring Namjoon couldn't lift his legs up or close them.

After tying those knots tight, Holden moved up and wound a rope around the boys elbows, connecting those two ropes also to the sides of the cage to keep Namjoon in place.

Lastly, he looped a rope around Namjoon's neck, tying it to the end of the cage.

Holden kept grumbling, complaining as he knotted a last rope around the boys mouth, spreading the boys lips as he gagged him.

"Now I have to deal with a pissed off girlfriend because of you." The man was saying as he stood up and walked to the front of the cage. He grabbed the large dildo that sat on the rod and eyed the boys exposed hole in the skirt. He reached up, hooking a finger around the thin g-string of the lingerie to pull it aside as he leaned in and spat at the boys hole.

Namjoon shivered, still too weak to do anything but cry silently as he felt the man spit a few more times.

Holden pulled back and lined up the toy with the boys hole, before pushing it in without going slow.

Namjoon whimpered in pain, as the spit was a poor excuse for lube.

After inserting the dildo, Holden powered on the machine, quickly turning it up to the max setting.

Namjoon cried out weakly as the powerful thrusts pounded into him without remorse.

Holden stood up and watched the scene for a moment, satisfied the punishment would teach the stupid whore a lesson, and headed back up the stairs, after flicking off the light switch to leave the boy in the dark.

-

Namjoon lost track of time quickly, unable to see anything, and unable to feel anything but the painful restraints and the large dildo abusing his hole.

He hadn't fully regained back his energy after being tased, and as the machine continued on unrelentingly, Namjoon didn't think he would at all.

His hole grew sore and sensitive quickly, the friction mingling with pain without any lube, but at least the pain kept any orgasms at bay.

Namjoon couldn't think of anything worse than coming from something these fucked up people did to him.

Exhausted, he was just thinking that he might actually fall asleep, when he heard soft footsteps approaching, and a bright light shone at him, penetrating the blindfold.

He tensed, heart pounding as the person drew close. Was it the man? Or the female? Couldn't they just leave him alone for the rest of the night?

"Hey..." A soft voice whispered, and Namjoon was confused. It didn't sound like either of the adults.

"I'm so sorry..." The voice continued, sounding genuinely heartbroken. "Are you...okay?"

Namjoon just stayed silent behind the rope gag. He didn't know who this person was, or if he could trust them. Also, what kind of stupid ass question was that?

"Please don't be scared of me, I came to help you." The voice whispered, barely audible over the machine. "It's almost one in the morning, they finally went to sleep, so it was safe for me to come down here." The bright light bobbed slightly- was it a flashlight?- and then left Namjoon's dark vision.

A moment later, the machine behind him shut off. The dildo slowed down, eventually coming to a halt, still halfway inside the boy.

The soft voice sighed, and Namjoon felt and heard the heavy machine being pulled back. He whined as the toy was slowly pulled out of him, crying in relief when it was finally gone. His hole fluttered around the newfound emptiness, sore and stretched.

The light returned, signaling Namjoon that the boy had returned to the end of the cage.

"I'm going to take off the blindfold now." The soft voice murmured.

Namjoon laid still, waiting as the boy reached into the cage. He felt fingertips brush against his temple and he flinched.

"I'm sorry." The boy whispered, and worked quickly to yank the blindfold down.

It slid down to hang around Namjoon's neck, and the boy blinked his eyes a few times, getting used to seeing again.

It was dark out, the lights were off and the window showed a star studded night sky.

He looked to his side, where a small boy was sitting, holding his phone up. The flashlight was on, illuminating the boys features.

He had black hair, pale skin, and dark eyes that held nothing but deep feelings and emotions.

The boy reached out again, this time pulling out the rope from Namjoon's mouth, also letting it hang down from the boys neck.

Namjoon sighed in relief, working his jaw to close again.

The boy watched him, looking worried, sad, and a little curious.

His eyes looked Namjoon over, taking in everything about the boy.

"Wh-who...are you?" Namjoon finally spoke.

His voice was raspy and it hurt his throat to talk after so long of not talking, and after being tased.

"I'll get you some water." The boy said, standing up.

He left the phone behind so that Namjoon could see, and he turned his head to the other side to watch the boy walk to the kitchen and fill up a glass of water from the fridge.

The boy walked back and set the cup down on the coffee table.

"Here, it'll be easier if you're out of this." The boy said, and bent down behind Namjoon. He untied the rope around the boys ankles and uncuffed the spreader bar. After untying the other ropes, he helped Namjoon out of the cage. It was awkward, as Namjoon had to shuffle backwards, and putting any pressure on his already sore and abused knees made him cry out in pain, but then he was finally out and he collapsed onto his back on the carpet.

He cried silently as he felt the blood start to run back through his legs. The chains around his arms stayed, since they required a key to remove and the boy didn't seem to have it, but Namjoon was just grateful to be out of that cage with the dildo no longer assaulting him that he didn't even care.

The boy helped Namjoon onto the couch, though he quickly yanked his hands back as soon as Namjoon was balanced, as if he was anxious about touching the tied up boy. It was hard to find a good position when every one of them made Namjoon's ass hurt, but he finally settled on leaning slightly against the back of the couch, knees drawn up to his chest.

"Here." The pale boy grabbed the glass and held it up to Namjoon's lips, helping him drink.

Namjoon took a series of small sips, until the glass was empty.

"I'll get you some more." The boy quickly slid off the couch to hurry to the kitchen, and returned a few minutes later with a new glass, and also a small plate of food. There were a few pieces of toast on it, some fruit and crackers and cheese.

"I figured they probably hadn't fed you much, if anything at all." He murmured, setting the plate and glass down on the table.

Namjoon felt his stomach cramp as he looked at the food. Sure he had been fed a little at dinner, but the fear and the exhaustion of the bedroom and the cage had starved him again.

The boy walked to the wall, slowly dimming the lights back up. He didn't want to risk waking up the adults upstairs, so he only turned them on halfway. He powered off the flashlight on his phone and pressed another button by the lightswitch, and a moment later, fire sprung up in the fireplace.

Despite the couch not being right up against the warm flames, Namjoon felt a little more comforted just watching the fire crackle over the fake logs.

The boy walked back and grabbed a blanket off the couch, holding it up. He looked at Namjoon a little questioningly, and Namjoon nodded. The boy then draped the blanket over Namjoon.

Finally, he sat down on the couch, facing Namjoon, and grabbed the food and drink.

"Who are you?" Namjoon asked again, his voice a little more normal now.

The boy sighed, picking up a cracker. "My name is Yoongi."

Namjoon parted his lips to accept the cracker as the boy- Yoongi- fed it to him.

"I'm their...son."

Namjoon had figured as much.

"They adopted me when I was six." Yoongi murmured, looking down. "But as soon as I turn eighteen, I'm out of here."

Namjoon looked the boy over, thinking. He trusted Yoongi a little bit, since he seemed sincere in his emotions towards helping Namjoon, and for feeding him and comforting him. But he was still the son of this toxic, terrible couple- adopted or not. He knew what they were doing but instead of standing up to them, he sat back and let it happen. Multiple times, it seemed.

"I'm sorry for anything they've done to you." Yoongi's voice was barely audible.

Despite how Yoongi had been nothing but kind to Namjoon, the student grew angry.

"Sorry doesn't help me out here." He snapped, barely keeping his own voice quiet in the dim living room. "Why do they do this? Why me? Why haven't you called the police? I know I'm not the first they've kidnapped and raped! How can you just hide away in your room, knowing damn well what they're doing?"

Yoongi flinched, and Namjoon felt a twinge of guilt at accusing him.

"You're right." Yoongi whispered. "You're not the first one they've hurt." He raised his head, looking Namjoon in the eyes.

"Because I am."