Late disclaimer cuz I forgot to put it in the previous chapter but don't believe anything I write about BDSM rules and shit, I'm literally making it all up for plot purposes.

Despite popular belief, I am not a member of the BDSM community. I just like writing Namgi smut uwu

Stop being mean to Sai >:c he's literally been nothing but a gentleman and helped out Namgi since day 1 yet summayall just be accusing him and being suspicious of him when he literally did nothing wrong smh yall STINKY

NJ: *forces himself on sai*

Y'all: mhm, yeah, this is totally Sai's fault.

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Yoongi sat at the red light, tapping his finger impatiently on the wheel as he waited for it to turn green. 

His toy had no doubt realized by now what its new life was going to be like, and Yoongi smirked. The schedule had taken him hours to make but he was proud of it. 

His mind drifted away from home and again towards the rumor. 

He still wasn't entirely convinced Caine and Varia had nothing to do with it, but he had no proof. He needed a new lead.

His eyes flicked up to the red light, car idling as he waited for it to change.

A new lead... or... follow up with one he already had.

The light finally switched, bathing the car in a green glow.

Instead of keeping straight, towards his home, his toy and the dinner that was waiting for him, Yoongi suddenly jerked the wheel, instead turning down a new road that would take him to a club called Charm.

-

"You still haven't told me the other process." Namjoon said as they drove down the dark road. He looked at the dom. "For when a dom becomes a sub."

"It's not a pleasant story." 

"I can handle it."

The man sighed. "It's the worst thing that could ever happen to a dom."

Namjoon tensed and his heart started to pound. "What is it?"

"It's called bitching."

-

Yoongi parked in front of the club, looking up in disgust at the dingy building. Heavy bass leaked through its lopsided brick exterior and cracked windows. 

Above the music, the sounds of arguing and vomiting were heard by the patrons milling around, carrying bottles of alcohol.

They stared at his fancy car, clearly wondering what someone like him was doing at a place like this.

Locking his door behind him, Yoongi left the vehicle and entered the club.

-

The word sounded vaguely familiar, but Namjoon didn't know what it meant.

"The community is strict about its labels." Sai explained. "People don't usually switch from one to the other. So, when it rarely does happen, a protocol is set in place. When a dom becomes a sub, two things happen. First, something triggers the change. Like a dom not being able to control their sub or subs, or for being proven as weak or incapable of the responsibilities that come with the title. In this case, it was the rumor."

"So anyone can just start a rumor and ruin someone's life?" Namjoon glared.

"In any world, not just the BDSM one." Sai nodded. "But in our community, a rumor isn't enough. Usually they just fizzle out as time goes on, but with this one being so dramatic and enthralling, it has stuck around, doing more damage to Yoongi's reputation by the day. I'm sure the counsel has heard of it by now."

"The counsel?"

Sai nodded. "Remember the mansion? The one Yoongi owns a part in? That place is owned by the members of the counsel. It's made up of seven members; doms, subs and switches, male and female. They oversee the community, make sure people follow the rules, kick out anyone who breaks them."

Namjoon thought back. "So, Yoongi is part of the counsel then?"

"And me." Sai gave him a smile. "It's not easy to get on the counsel, you have to be a part of the scene for years and have a spotless history and reputation."

"But... will they kick Yoongi off it now?" Namjoon worried. "Since... the rumor?"

Sai turned the wheel as he talked. "They might. Yoongi deserves a hearing first, to prove if the rumor is true or not. They'll have to bring in a replacement member, since the counsel must have an odd number of people in it, so that there will never be a tie in voting. I've been doing my best to keep the other members from hearing about the rumor, but it can't be kept from them forever."

"What's the second part?" Namjoon asked. "That comes after the trigger?"

Sai winced. 

"That's the bitching."

-

Yoongi entered the club, stepping around a couple making out at the entrance and a passed out guy on the floor.

He looked around the club, seeing a packed dance floor full of drunk people groping each other more than dancing. Heavy music shook the walls, and the velvet couches in the corner were stained and ripped. 

Yoongi turned his back to it, knowing this was exactly where the rumor had started. Only the lowest members of the community congregated here. 

He stepped up to the bar, taking a seat on the least disgusting looking stool that was available.

"Whiskey." He nodded at the bartender.

The big man looked him over. "Aren't you a little... submissive, to be ordering a big boy drink like that?"

"Shut up and do your job." Yoongi snapped.

The bartender laughed. "I've seen a lot of people come in here, but never a little sub who thinks he can boss around someone like me."

Yoongi cocked his head, realizing this man was probably the best person in this whole club who could help him.

"Did you see someone in here last week?" Yoongi asked, leaning in. "Talking to other people about a rumor?"

"I've seen a lot of people gossiping here." The man scoffed. "Have you seen this dump?"

"This one would be different. They would be talking about the rumor of a dom who lost a bet to a sub." Yoongi prayed the man wouldn't know it was about him.

The bartender thought about it. "Yeah, actually. Some guy was in here last week. He seemed more clean and sophisticated than this crowd, so he caught my attention. I overheard him talking to a couple at the bar, saying something about a bet."

"Do you know who he was?" Yoongi's heart pounded.

The man shook his head. "Never saw him before and never saw him again. But he was definitely a dom."

Yoongi sat back, thinking about this new information. "Can I get that drink now?"

"I got it." A new voice said, draping an arm over Yoongi's shoulder. "Get this cutie the drink, put it on my tab, Adrian."

Yoongi shook the man off in annoyance. "I can and will pay for myself."

The man took a seat beside him, grinning. "I don't doubt, I saw that flashy car you arrived in."

"Then leave me alone." Yoongi took the drink the bartender set in front of him. 

"But why pay for things when you can get them for free?" The man scooted his chair closer. "You're gorgeous."

"I'm also not interested." 

"My name's Pilsung."

"Cool, your mom give that to you?"

"Yeah. I also got a huge cock from my parents, wanna sit on it?"

"I'm not a sub." Yoongi growled, tossing back the drink. 

"People lately have been saying otherwise."

"People are small minded and way too into other peoples business."

"You need a dom, babygirl." Pilsung rubbed his hand over Yoongi's thigh. "I'll gladly take that role for you."

"I don't need a dom because I AM a dom." Yoongi snapped. He grabbed the mans middle finger and yanked it back, breaking the small bone.

Pilsung screamed, barely catching anyone's attention in a place like this. He clutched his injured hand, shaking and sweating.

Yoongi signaled the bartender for another drink. "Still on his tab."

He smiled at the crying man. "Still want me?"

A heavy hand came down on Yoongi's shoulder, nearly knocking the little dom off the stool.

He looked up to see a man standing over him, one hand gripping Yoongi's shoulder tightly, the other grabbing himself through his tattered jeans. 

The man grinned. "If he don't want you, I'll take ya, princess."

-

"They'll rape him?!" Namjoon gasped, eyes wide in horror. 

Sai nodded grimly. "The worst thing that can happen to a dom. Get taken by other doms. And they'll do it again and again and again, until he admits he's a sub. Then, because the rules are that a sub can't be without a dom, they'll argue over who gets to keep him. Which will result in more sexual violence on Yoongi as they prove who is the biggest dom. Finally, the winner will take him home and mark Yoongi as his sub, privately and publicly, usually by branding a mark onto the new subs skin."

Namjoon felt nauseous. "That... can't be legal."

"It's a form of consensual non consent. Every dom signs their name in the rulebook when they first arrive on the scene. Of course, no dom ever agrees to be bitched, but they all sign the book anyway to be let into the community, and never think that will happen to them. And it is very rare, this hasn't happened in all my years of being in the scene."

"So they can just rape Yoongi and kidnap him and force him to be a sub and not get in trouble for any of it?" Namjoon couldn't believe it. 

"Essentially, yes. They can do the same to you, as well."

"What?! Me? Why?"

"Because you're his sub. When a dom gets bitched, any subs of his are suddenly without a dom anymore, making them free game."

Namjoon felt like puking up his dinner.

"But we have a loophole."

"Loophole?"

"The counsel only allows a bitching after a dom has been proven to have failed in his or her duties. Since they haven't given Yoongi the opportunity to defend himself yet, he is not considered a sub. Therefore, anyone who touches him, or you, without his consent right now, or yours, will be subject to banishment for breaking the rules."

"I don't think mere words on paper are going to be enough of a deterrent to these people." Namjoon said. 

The dom sighed, pressing his foot down on the gas pedal and the car shot down the road like a bullet.

"Unfortunately Namjoon, I think you're right."

-

The man yanked Yoongi off the stool, throwing him backwards into the crowd of people.

Yoongi stumbled, falling against bodies. Hands grabbed his arms, holding them back and pinning him in place.

"Get off me." Yoongi demanded, attempting to jerk his arms free. "I am not a sub, and what you are doing is illegal."

"Looks like a sub to me." The man called with a grin as he stalked closer. He leaned in, pressing his face against Yoongi's neck and licked his tongue over his pale skin. "Tastes like one too."

Yoongi fought the disgusted shiver that wanted to break through, not wanting to give these people the satisfaction of a reaction.

"Let. Go." He warned the man holding his right arm.

The man just laughed.

"Pretty, pretty," the big man said, trailing his fingers down Yoongi's cheek. "These lips are going to look so good wrapped around my cock."

"You're making a mistake-"

"Hush now babygirl, these doms just want to have a good time with you." The first man made a show of looking Yoongi over. "After all, it's the first time most of us get to witness a dom becoming a sub."

As if he said the magic words, the clubs music changed to a fast, beating tempo, electrically charging the patrons inside. The lights flashed brighter, following the new beat.

The man grabbed Yoongi's neck tightly, grinning as he watched the defiant flame in the doms eyes slowly get replaced by fear as the crowd closed in on him.

"It's bitching time."

-

Sai pulled up the dingy bar and parked.

"Let's go." Namjoon was already slipping off his seatbelt, eager to race out.

"Wait." Sai locked the doors and Namjoon was left to tug on the handle uselessly.

He whined, facing the dom. "What?"

"Subs aren't allowed alone in there." Sai nodded at the building.

"Who cares about their rules?" Namjoon snorted. "Come on, let me out! Yoongi might be in there!"

"I'm protecting you as well as Yoongi." Sai unclipped his seatbelt. "If the dirty doms in there see us together, there will be talk. And since you're wearing my jacket, they will think I stole you from Yoongi, which will only fuel the rumor and hurt his reputation more."

"Then I'll take the jacket off." Namjoon huffed, already shrugging it off.

"That's worse. Then your tattoo will be on full display and everyone will know for a fact you're Yoongi's sub, and that you came into this bar with a different dom. You need to stay in the car."

Namjoon stared at him in disbelief. "Sai..."

"I'm sorry, Namjoon." The dom said firmly, exiting the car. "But you're waiting in here." He shut his door.

"No! I don't want to! Let me go in!" Namjoon shouted, banging on the windows.

But the dom just double locked the car as he walked away.

Desperate, Namjoon could only watch as the man disappeared inside the club, alone.

-

His phone was the first thing to be taken from him.

They slipped it out of his pocket and Yoongi never saw where it went. He could hear them joking about missed calls and worried texts, but the dom had more important things to keep his attention on as the crowd pressed in on him, grabbing him, touching him, degrading him.

His wrists had been snatched and handcuffed behind him, taking away his ability to fight back.

"Don't touch me!" He shouted, panic beginning to take over when all his attempts to break free failed. "Stop!"

"Be quiet, sub. Your new doms don't want to hear it."

Tape was produced and slapped over his mouth. It wound around his head, over his hair, again and again to ensure his speech had been fully taken from him as well.

"Such pretty hair," someone said, running their fingers through his long black strands. Their grip tightened painfully, yanking his head back. "It'll be fun to tie it back so I can watch you choke on my cock, sweet thing."

"Gorgeous eyes," Said another, tracing a finger over Yoongi's eyebrow. "I like the way they tear up."

"Put this on him!" Someone called, and Yoongi saw a blindfold get tossed to the man in front of him. He shook his head wildly, but they held him down and wrapped the fabric over his eyes, taking his vision.

Yoongi screamed behind the tape, a muffled sound that fell on deaf ears as the music pounded the walls.

Someone grabbed his ass and he flinched from the contact, falling into another strangers arms.

"I can't wait to try his mouth out." A woman sighed, grabbing Yoongi's neck and forcing his face between her tits. "I'm going to sit on his face and finally experience that tongue technology I've been hearing so much about."

"Hands off lady," a man grabbed Yoongi from her. 

"Hey, he's mine!" Another body grabbed Yoongi, ignoring his muffled protests.

"Give him to me!"

"Mine!"

Yoongi stumbled, unbalanced with his tied hands as he was snatched from person to person. He felt sick and dizzy.

"He's mine." A voice boomed, and Yoongi felt a rope get tied around his neck. 

"You just grabbed that from the back room," a voice complained. "It's not a real leash."

"You're just mad you didn't come up with it."

More rope followed as everyone tried to claim him first and Yoongi feared they would choke him to death in their rampage. As the crowd argued, the rope was tied to somewhere from above, Yoongi discovered when he found he couldn't walk more than a foot in any direction without the cords tightening around his neck.

Hands grabbed his shirt, tearing it off. They grabbed his pecs and pinched his nipples. They bruised his hips with their strong grip. They marveled at his slim waist and squeezed it. They dragged their palms across his flat stomach. They bit his shoulders and collarbones. They scratched their nails down his back.

Multiple fingers grabbed his belt, ignoring his struggles as they slipped it off. The button of his jeans was popped open and the zipper yanked down. His pants were tugged down, baring his V line to everyone.

"My bitch." Hot breath in his ear made Yoongi turn sharply away, but someone else just grabbed his face and forcefully kissed him over the tape, leaving a lipstick stain.

Hands were fighting each other to grab him through his jeans, and every direction Yoongi went to escape them only brought him into the grasp of another. The ropes choked him, making his chest heave as he tried to breathe.

"Get these off already." And then his jeans were yanked off completely.

His legs were wrenched apart and he was forcefully bent at the waist.

They slapped his ass, some of the blows hard enough to make his knees buckle. They grabbed his thighs, kissing, biting and bruising them. They pressed themselves against him, rubbing their prominent erections over his ass and thighs.

Yoongi screamed through the tape again, tears falling down his cheeks from behind the blindfold. 

Someone spat on him, landing on his cheek.

The arguing over who was going to fuck him first was as loud as the music and drowned out Yoongi's cries.

He never should have come here alone.

-

Namjoon pounded desperately on the window, futilely trying to smash it.

He grabbed at the lock, trying to yank it up and unlock it manually, but it was sunk deep inside the door and he couldn't grip it.

"Sai!" He shouted, twisting in his seat to kick at the door. "Let me out! I need to help Yoongi!"

The parking lot was empty now- everyone had rushed inside once the lights and music had changed, and Namjoon wondered what that was about.

Giving up trying to break out, Namjoon started searching the car for anything that would help him.

He opened the glove box, expecting to find a spare set of keys, and gasped at what he found instead.

-

The hands never stopped touching him- they were endlessly everywhere. Grabbing his hair, pressing over the tape, running their fingers over the ropes around his neck, touching his chest, squeezing his hips, grabbing his ass, groping his thighs, palming his cock, holding his ankles apart, taking hold of his boxers-

"ENOUGH!"

A voice boomed out, and the music halted.

In the abrupt silence, the arguing grew quiet and Yoongi could hear footsteps marching over.

Some of the hands released him, and Yoongi fought to catch his breath while he had a small break.

"What do you savages think you're doing?" The voice demanded. "Ganging up on someone who hasn't given their consent? You will all be banished for this!"

"Yeah?" A man scoffed. "What are you gunna do, tattle on us to the counsel?"

A sharp slap of skin on skin and the crowd gasped.

"I am the counsel." Sai growled.

More tears spilled from behind the blindfold when Yoongi recognized his friend's voice. Saving him again.

"Release him immediately." Sai commanded. 

Yoongi could hear some people dispersing and he tried to stand upright but a hand on his neck forced him back down. 

"We're not done with him." Someone said. "We're bitching this sub."

"You're raping a dom." Sai snapped. "Who is also a member of the counsel, I will add."

There was some nervous whispering and the hand on Yoongi quickly released him.

Yoongi straightened up, sucking in air.

"That so?" A cocky voice asked. It chuckled. "How nice; two doms of power for our bitching pleasure."

"You can take one and I'll have the other." Someone else laughed. 

"It's cute that you came to save your friend." Another voice said. "Maybe we'll let you two kiss before we bitch the both of you. You can hold hands while I bury my cock in your ass."

"I will remember you," Sai told him in a serious tone. "And you will be the first to be punished for your actions here tonight."

"Ooo, big scary dom you are." The voice laughed. "Hey, after I make you my bitch, do I get to take your spot on the counsel?"

"He's got pretty skin, I can't wait to cum on it."

"Me first!"

Yoongi's heart pounded when he heard the crowd shuffling, leaving him to surround Sai. He thrashed against his bondage, managing to make the blindfold slip.

He blinked at the suddenly bright lights, seeing the crowd was mostly gone, but those who stayed were cornering Sai, who didn't seem bothered by being outnumbered.

He shouted behind the tape, hurting his throat from the force of it.

Sai looked at him, and that moment of distraction was enough for someone to smash a glass against his head.

Yoongi's eyes were wide as he watched his friend go down, his heart pounding hard enough to hurt. He watched helplessly as they grabbed him, dragging the dom over to Yoongi and shoving him down at his feet.

Sai groaned in anger, pressing a hand to his temple, where the cut on his temple was leaking blood down his face.

"You idiots... are only making things worse." The dom growled.

"Ah shut up, who's gunna stop us?" The man chuckled, undoing his belt as he stood over Sai. "A third counsel member?"

"How about a sub?" A voice called.

Everyone turned around, seeing Namjoon standing there, a gun pointed at the crowd.

-

Namjoon held the weapon steadily, training it on the face a man who seemed to be the leader of the criminals.

"Namjoon," Sai gasped. "How- why-"

"You should know by now I always get what I want." Namjoon told him. "Sorry, I shot your window out by the way. But if you had just let me come in with you in the first place, that wouldn't have happened."

The scratches and cuts on the boys legs and hands was proof he really had shot the window and climbed out of it to escape the car.

"You're not gunna use that thing." The man stared.

Namjoon fired, shooting the bullet between the mans feet.

The crowd screamed, pushing each other out of the way in their haste to escape. Namjoon let them leave, keeping the gun trained on the man until the coward ran from sight.

Namjoon raced over to the doms, helping Sai to his feet.

"You're injured." Namjoon gasped when he saw the blood.

"I'm fine. Please give me the gun."

Namjoon did, and Sai quickly ejected the magazine and shoved the gun in the waistband of his suit.

With a cry, Namjoon threw himself at Yoongi, hugging him tightly.

"What did they do to you?" He gasped, wiping the spit off the doms cheek. "My baby dom..."

"Namjoon, these first." Sai instructed, untying the numerous ropes from Yoongi's neck.

Namjoon quickly helped, though his shaking hands didn't undo as many knots as the dom did.

As soon as he was free, Yoongi collapsed and the two were quick to catch him. 

"Get the tape off." Namjoon begged as Sai half carried, half dragged the man out of the club.

"In the car, I want to get out of here first. Grab his pants, too." 

They went to Yoongi's car instead, since Sai's passenger seat was covered in broken glass. Namjoon dug in Yoongi's pocket and pulled out the car keys and unlocked the vehicle.

Sai laid Yoongi across the backseat and Namjoon climbed in while the dom got into the drivers seat and started the car. He floored it out of the parking lot, making a mental note to have his own car towed back to his house later, if it wasn't stolen by then.

"Yoongi, oh, Yoongi," Namjoon was crying, petting the doms hair with trembling fingers. "He won't open his eyes!"

"Is he breathing?"

Namjoon pressed two fingers to Yoongi's bruised neck, feeling a soft pulse. "Yes."

"Then he's just passed out. Those ropes were cutting into his circulation, and all that tape wasn't helping. I'll head to a hospital now to get him looked at. Why don't you work on getting it off him while we drive?"

Namjoon sniffed, working to remove the tape as gently as possible. It was difficult, since it had been wound over the doms hair, and Namjoon didn't want to hurt him.

He pressed his face against Yoongi's neck, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and holding him tightly as the car shot down the road.

He pulled back, a confused look on his face. "What...?"

"What?" Sai called over his shoulder.

"Yoongi just spoke in his sleep..."

"What did he say?"

"That a dom started the rumor."