Using this picture yet again because I'm OBSESSED c:

The choker, the smile, the dimple?????? Iconic. Love babyjoo in white uwu

Me: I'm sick so I ain't gunna update

Me an hour later: so here's an update-

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Namjoon wrapped the blanket around himself and curled up against the wall, keeping his eyes on the door.

The apple had been eaten quickly, and the boy was still hungry after exerting so much energy during the last punishment. But he knew Yoongi wasn't going to cook him anything, especially not while he was so upset.

The dom had left him alone for hours now. Namjoon wasn't sure how long exactly, but the chain around his ankle didn't let him go over to the window to check. With the heavy curtains blocking out the sun, Namjoon didn't even know if it was night or day.

Speaking of days- what day was it? His sense of time had been skewered since the last punishment. He didn't know how long he had been out for, so he wasn't sure if a day had passed or not. Or maybe even two? Was it the weekend? Monday? He had no idea. Though, he supposed it didn't matter.

All that mattered was winning this bet and proving to himself and to Yoongi that Namjoon had earned the right to win the bet the first time. That he was strong. That had beaten Yoongi fairly, and had not been given the win easily by Yoongi falling for him.

He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, grateful for the warmth. He supposed the best thing to do right now was to try and sleep.

He knew he would need the energy for the next time Yoongi came into the room.

-

The sound of the door unlocking made Namjoon raise his head.

He hadn't been sleeping- the uncomfortable floors and wall had made that impossible. But he had managed to be not fully conscious for periods of time.

Yoongi entered and ignored Namjoon; walking past him to the closet.

Namjoon watched him open the black doors and rifle through the hanging fabrics.

"Look decent, pet." Yoongi pulled down a white miniskirt and looked it over. "You have company."

Company? Namjoon wondered who was over.

He prayed the dom hadn't brought over Namjoon's friends. He didn't want to be seen like this by Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook.

Especially not Hoseok.

Yoongi tossed the miniskirt to him. "Put it on. Dress yourself, we don't have time for the chains."

Namjoon had to wait for Yoongi to unlock his ankle before he could slide the tiny piece of cloth up his long legs.

It came with underwear built in- regrettably they were panties, but Namjoon supposed they were better than nothing- and that helped obscure his dick from view, since the length of the skirt brushed the tops of his thighs and left an inch of his ass exposed no matter how much he tugged and pulled on the end of it. The material was swishy, and moved at the slightest motion of Namjoon's hips.

A knock pounded on the door. "Suga, is he ready?"

Namjoon didn't recognize the voice, but he could tell it was a male.

The fact this mysterious man had called Yoongi as Suga indicated he knew the dom through BDSM.

And that didn't bode well for Namjoon.

"You can come in." Yoongi grunted, setting up the camera tripod from Namjoon's first punishment.

Namjoon took a step back when the door opened and a male he had never seen before entered.

The man raked his eyes over Namjoon and whistled, eyebrows raised. "Wow... you're even sexier in person."

"Who the hell are you?" Namjoon demanded, then remembered the collar. But a shock didn't come, and the boy realized Yoongi had turned it off at some point.

He hated when the dom switched it on and off without telling him.

"Pet, this is Kyangho. Kyango, this is my sex toy. It doesn't have a name. Call it whatever you want."

Kyangho smirked, shutting the door behind him as he stepped into the room. "That skirt is delicious, Suga."

"Well you're the one that paid me to make him wear it." Yoongi adjusted the camera and stepped back, and Namjoon noticed the red light was on.

"Wait, what?" Namjoon, no longer in fear of being shocked, had a lot to say. "What do you mean he paid you to make me wear a skirt? Who is he? What's he doing here? Why's he so ugly?"

"You're as feisty as the rumors stated you were." Kyangho kept advancing and Namjoon kept taking steps back. "This is going to be a dream."

"Fuck off pervert." Namjoon snapped, crossing his arms. "If you think you're going to touch me, you'll be disappointed to learn you're only going to leave here with nine broken fingers."

"And the tenth?" Kyangho raised an eyebrow.

"I'll leave that one intact so you have something to shove up your ass when you think of me."

"Enough." Yoongi pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, surprising Namjoon. Yoongi didn't smoke- he had expressed his dislike for the hobby numerous times.

Yoongi put the cigarette in his mouth, cupping his hands around the end of it as he flicked the lighter on and used the flame to ignite it. "The camera is rolling. You have one hour, Kyangho. No penetration." He exhaled a stream of gray smoke.

"What's going on?" Namjoon wrapped his arms around his bare torso. 

"You haven't figured it out yet? Your dom is whoring you out, princess." Kyangho grinned. "I paid him ten thousand bucks for the chance to dominate the scene's most popular and bratty sub. And everyone is watching. Suga had been posting about this event for days now."

Namjoon glanced at the camera that was steadily recording everything. He didn't know what he was more shocked at; Yoongi selling him to strangers, the fact he was bought for only ten grand or this idiot thinking he could actually beat Namjoon.

"The rules are simple." Yoongi took another drag. "Anything is allowed. Hitting, biting or beating must be kept to a minimum to lower the risk of scars or unsightly bruises. The only thing I won't permit is hole penetration. It's just a sex toy but it's my sex toy, and I won't tolerate other cocks in its ass. Blowjobs are fine. And don't block the camera, we have people paying to watch and I don't issue refunds."

"Yoongi..." Namjoon didn't even know what to say, and he winced when he remembered he wasn't allowed to call the dom that anymore.

Yoongi glared at him, before stalking over. Namjoon's back was pressed against the wall and Yoongi leaned, blowing out a nicotine laced breath of smoke in the boys face.

"Feel like using up one of your safewords, pet?" He asked. 

Namjoon set his mouth in a line. "Why waste it? This isn't a challenge."

The corner of the doms mouth almost moved, as if it was about to smile. 

"You have one hour." Yoongi called to Kyangho, still not taking his eyes off of Namjoon. "Try not to embarrass yourself too much. We already have over thirty thousand viewers."

Namjoon gazed at him until Yoongi turned away. He watched the dom walk out the door, shutting and locking it behind him, and then Namjoon was left alone with a stranger with bad intentions. 

Namjoon pushed himself off the wall, not wanting to be caged against it, and Kyangho circled him.

"You were at the mansion for the last event." The man said, getting closer to the boy with every carefully placed step. "I saw you in that white skirt and all I could think about for months afterward was seeing you in it again, but a much shorter version this time. The moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were special. I had to have you. But then I saw you were with Suga, and I thought I'd never get a chance. After all, he's known for not sharing."

"Get in line." Namjoon retorted. "You think I give a damn about you or what you want?"

"I know you don't." Kyangho smiled. "That's why I had to pay to take it by force. You're the total opposite of the average submissive; you talk back, you argue with your dom in public, you don't submit, you don't take no for an answer, you're spoiled beyond all belief-"

"Take a look around you," Namjoon interrupted. "Does this bedroom look like it belongs to someone spoiled? I literally sleep in a cage."

"-and that's all everyone talks about when they're talking about you." Kyangho continued. "I'm a switch, but I prefer to top. I know that if I can top you, my status will shoot up in the community. I'll be as popular as Suga, maybe even more so. Thank god for that rumor, huh?"

"Rumor?" Namjoon stopped.

Kyangho cocked his head. "What? Did Suga not tell you?"

"Tell me what?" Namjoon demanded. 

The man chuckled. "Oh no, you won't get information from me for free, princess. Come here and suck daddy's cock and maybe I'll let you in on the big secret."

"Die, go to hell and get shit on by Satan." Namjoon snapped. 

"If you were my sub, I'd whip you for disobeying me." Kyangho was closer now, trying to get behind Namjoon but the boy was constantly turning to keep the man in his sights. 

"If you were my dom, I'd press a pillow down over your face at night-"

Kyangho suddenly leaped at him, his outstretched fingers just scraping Namjoon's bicep as the boy spun out of the way. His skirt flared up as he moved, giving the viewers a shot of what they paid to see.

"-to end your mortifying existence!" Namjoon pressed his palm over the long scratches, wincing in pain. "Fuck! You repugnant, revolting, repulsive reptilian!"

When he removed his hand, his palm had three thin streaks of blood glistening on it.

It wasn't a lot, nor were the wounds deep, but Namjoon was furious this pervert had harmed him. 

Kyangho chuckled, raising the fingertips that had scratched Namjoon to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Mm, you smell good, princess. Like sweat and fear. I like it."

"Kill yourself, you anomalous, abnormal aberration." 

"The alliteration is a cute feat, princess. They said you were a genius." Kyangho stopped, preparing to lunge at him again. "But that won't save you."

Namjoon was ready for him this time, and instead of dodging again, he let himself be tackled. The man was shocked when they started to fall, but Namjoon wasn't and he spun them around, slamming the man down on his back. He pinned Kyangho's wrists to the floorboards, his legs pinning the mans legs together.

Kyangho struggled, knowing he was stronger than the boy, but he had the breath knocked out of him and couldn't focus his attacks.

Namjoon raised his fist and bent his arm, driving his elbow with all the force he could muster into the mans nose.

Kyangho cried out when the bone shattered and blood spewed over both of them. "Fuck! You stupid sub! I'll fucking kill you, you stupid brat! You-"

Namjoon hit him again to shut him up, then switched to using his fist to punch the mans throat, effectively cutting off further insults. Kyangho gasped for breath underneath him, eyes wide. 

Breathing hard, Namjoon sat back, glancing at the camera. Its red light flashed slowly back at him. 

Namjoon smiled and blew it a kiss.

Despite how Yoongi had let strangers pay to try to dominate Namjoon, the dom hadn't bothered to tell them Namjoon was the top student of his self defense classes.

Namjoon didn't know how much longer he had to wait before the hour was up, but he assumed he still had a good forty minutes left. Thirty at least. Just enough time to figure out what that rumor was.

Getting off the choking man, Namjoon smoothed down his ruffled skirt and brushed his hair with his fingers, making sure he still looked good. He checked his injured arm again, seeing the thin scrapes had already stopped bleeding.

"You wrecked my perfect skin." Namjoon growled, walking around Kyangho. "You'll pay for that."

When the man tried to sit up, Namjoon aimed a powerful kick to his ribs, and Kyangho went down again.

Namjoon knelt down and grabbed him by the armpits, dragging him to the corner of the room where the stocks Yoongi had bought sat. 

It was difficult to maneuver the heavy man, who was basically dead weight, into the appropriate spot, but after a few minutes of struggling and swearing, the boy managed to fit the mans wrists and neck into the wooden slots. 

He closed the top down over Kyangho, locking him in a bent over position. 

With a deep sigh, Namjoon turned around and draped himself over the mans back, smiling when the switch stiffened at the compromising contact.

"Thousands of people are watching," Namjoon reminded him, looking up at the ceiling as he leaned against the stuck man. "You wanted to beat the scene's most notorious sub, but instead you yourself got beat. That's pretty humiliating... it's all anyone's gunna be talking about for at least a few weeks. But at least you still have your clothes on. Unless..." 

He turned back around, his stomach pressing against the mans back as his nimble fingers looped under Kyangho's hips and worked at his belt. 

The man struggled. "Hey- what the hell are you- fucking don't do that!"

The belt fell to the floor, and Namjoon's fingers went to the man's pants unzipping them and popping the button. 

"S-stop it!"

"If you don't want everyone to see you get bitched by a bratty sub, you'll start telling me everything you know about the rumor." Namjoon hummed, slowly hooking his two fingers between the mans jeans and hips. Unhurriedly, but deliberately, he started dragging the pants down.

Kyangho cursed and struggled, snapping his hips to try and stop it, but Namjoon could easily overpower him when the man couldn't use his arms or hands. "Stop it, you brat! I'll rape you!"

Namjoon laughed, tossing his head back as he continued to slowly remove the mans pants and boxers, exposing his thin trail of hair that led to his cock. "Worry about that happening to you first, oh powerful and mighty switch that you are. You're the one bent over and in danger of having his ass out, not me. I've got a dildo that would rip you in half, you rebarbative, putrid, contemptible pervert."

The man struggled some more, working up a sweat as he swore and screamed, but when the waistband was lowered to the point it showed the base of his cock, he seemed to realize he wasn't in a position to win this. 

"Okay- okay!" he said, alarm in his voice. "Just- stop for a second! Stop! I'll tell you what I know!"

"I didn't hear a please." Namjoon smiled sweetly. "Surely a big strong top like you knows his manners? You treat subs with respect, right?"

"Stop! God- please!"

Namjoon tugged on the jeans a tiny bit more before releasing the man and stepping back. 

He walked around the stockade and grabbed a fistful of Kyangho's hair, lifting the mans head up. 

"Tell me." Namjoon demanded.

Kyangho swallowed, darting a nervous look at the camera. 

"Oh well," Namjoon said, dropping him. "Time for the final yank."

His hands reached for the mans pants again and Kyangho screamed, pressing his thighs together. 

"No! Fucking- okay! Damnit, you brat! I'll tell you what I know! Just don't fucking touch me anymore!"

Namjoon sat back and raised an eyebrow. "Well hurry up."

Kyangho sighed, hanging his head to mumble. "I don't know who started it or when, exactly. I just overheard some people talking about it at a club. They were saying a bet of some sort had been made two years ago, between Suga and his sub. Everyone knew Suga had stopped his domming services because of some kid, but no one knew it was due to a bet. Then people started saying he had lost the bet. I don't even know if it's true or not."

He raised his head, meeting Namjoon's eyes with a smirk. "But since he went from being possessively protective of you to whoring you out overnight, one could logically conclude that he heard about the rumors and got mad people were saying he lost. Is that why your dom is acting the way he is now? To try and prove he's a big tough dom who didn't lose everything important to him to a bratty little shit fucker?"

A slap to the mans cheek put an end to the insults. 

"What club?" Namjoon asked.

"The hell you mean?"

"What was the club you heard these people talking about the rumor in?"

"I don't know, go fuck yourself."

Namjoon grabbed the mans pants again and tugged on them, lowering the waistband down enough to expose half the mans cock to the camera and everyone watching. 

Kyangho screeched, struggling hard enough in the stocks to rattle them. If it wasn't chained to the floor, it would have broken by now. 

"It was Charm! The club- it's called Charm!" The man shouted. "On 3rd street! Stop!"

"Who were the people talking about it?"

"I don't know, seriously!"

Namjoon continued reaching for the mans pants and the male panicked. "I don't know- I swear! Stop, please! I've never seen them before, I'm serious! I don't know them!"

"I believe you." Namjoon hummed and Kyangho sighed in relief. Namjoon let him believe he was safe for a moment, before suddenly yanking the mans pants and boxers all the way down to his ankles.

Kyangho screeched, trying desperately to his exposed dick and balls from the camera, but it was futile.

"That's for saying you were going to rape me." Namjoon glared at him. "When you eventually get out of here, get yourself castrated. Or else I'll find you and cut it off myself with the dullest spoon I can find."

Kyangho sobbed in humiliation, knowing thousands had watched him get out-dommed by the brattiest and most spoiled sub.

The door opened and Yoongi leaned against the doorway.

"Are you done wasting time?" The dom sighed.

"I still have ten minutes." Namjoon sniffed. 

"Not anymore. The people want to see you naked and bound, pet. Not some random worthless fuckdoll." Yoongi tossed his cigarette to the floor and stubbed it out with his boot.

He walked over and Namjoon backed up to watch as Yoongi freed the man from the stocks. 

Kyangho fell to the floor once he was released, sobbing as he yanked his pants back up.

"Get the hell out of my house." Yoongi kicked him.

Kyangho scrambled to obey, cursing them both.

"And no refunds!" Yoongi shouted after him.

Namjoon crossed his arms and faced Yoongi. "Really? Ten grand? That's it?"

"It always thinks it's more special than it is." Yoongi sighed. He shook his head, meaning to walk away. "Don't expect a reward for winning against someone so pathetic and lame, you're still-"

"Yoongi." Namjoon reached out and grabbed the doms arm to stop him. "You should talk to the people at a club called Charm. It's where the rumor may have started at and-"

Before he even realized what was happening, Yoongi had slammed Namjoon's front against the wall. Namjoon gasped as the air was forcefully expelled from his lungs, unable to kick or swing at Yoongi when the dom was behind him, pinning his arms behind his back.

"You think just 'cuz you beat that weak bastard that means you could ever beat me as well?" Yoongi hissed in his ear. He tightened his grip, his nails digging into Namjoon's skin hard enough to make the boy cry out. "You never did then, and you never will now. The only reason you won was because I gave up the bet on purpose. You beat me because I allowed it, toy. But that won't happen this time around. Do yourself a favor and get a subspace. You're going to need it for what's ahead, pet."

He released him and Namjoon stumbled, biting back tears.

"Yoon- ahh!" Namjoon cried in pain when the collar suddenly shocked him hard enough to bring him to his knees.

"I turned up the voltage." Yoongi said as he walked away without bothering to look back. He stepped in front of the camera, knowing the lens had captured that whole scene. "I told you not to call me that anymore."

He turned it off, and the blinking red light vanished. He knew he had just made close to a hundred thousand dollars tonight with this first episode.

There would be many more to come, and ten grand would seem like nothing in comparison to what the hardcore doms would pay for a shot at Namjoon. 

He wondered how many Namjoon would beat before he lost.

Namjoon seethed as he watched Yoongi open the door, his fingers curling into the floor hard enough to leave scratches in the black paint. Through the painful shocks he managed to grit out; "I...f-fucking...helped you."

Yoongi tossed him a smirk from over his shoulder. "Even as I take away your rights one by one, dehumanize you and sell you to perverts, you still wanted to be on my side. I lost the first bet because I loved you." Before he slammed the door shut and locked it, he said;

"Now you'll lose the second bet because you still love me."