I'm sick :c

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Namjoon awoke to soreness everywhere on his body.

He was cold, having been dumped on the floor without the blanket. However, that quickly became the least of his problems when he tried to sit up and sharp pain shot up his spine. 

He gasped, realizing he had been fucked. Hard. And over and over again. 

He vaguely recalled Yoongi saying something about that. Brief moments of consciousness where the doms face took up Namjoon's vision, saying cruel words in a comforting tone, before sharp pain would drag him under again. 

His ass hurt when he tried to sit, so he leaned forward on his shins to try to alleviate the ache.

His skin was sticky, and when he looked between his legs, he saw splatters of dried cum. He smelled of it and gagged at how disgusting he felt. 

Yoongi had never left Namjoon like this after a scene before; unwashed, naked, cold, without any food or water. This was exactly what Namjoon had wanted, what he envied for that other sub in that porno he had watched. When he risked looking down again, his dick was half hard and he didn't know if it was residual arousal from last night or because he was a debauched pervert.

Namjoon wasn't stupid enough to think he could get away with touching himself, so he looked away and tried to ignore it.

He checked his ankle and saw he wasn't chained, so he crawled to the bathroom and started the shower. He climbed inside the tub and let the spray wash away the dirt, sweat and cum. 

His ass stung, but he was too weak to stand. Cupping his hands under the water, he gathered some water and drank until he felt sick.

He rested his head against the tiled wall and tried to catch his breath, arms crossed over his chest.

Yoongi had the power to drug Namjoon and knock him out at any time. He could simply tie him up and gag him, drugging him over and over, fucking him non stop. And Namjoon wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him. 

After a minute of thinking about everything, Namjoon started to cry.

-

He didn't know how long he was in the shower for, but he was startled when the door was suddenly kicked open and Yoongi entered.

"I didn't realize I would have to issue a rule on how long my toy gets to shower for," he grumbled. "Should only take it a few minutes, all it has is 2-in-1 and soap."

He sat down at the edge of the tub and reached in, grabbing Namjoon's hair. He pulled off the pink bow that had still been clipped there. "And it didn't even wash itself? We have a busy schedule pet, why is it being slow and stupid?"

If he noticed Namjoon's teary eyes, he didn't acknowledge them.

"Do I need to start washing it from now on?" Yoongi demanded, grabbing the bottle of shampoo and conditioner. He squirted some directly onto Namjoon's hair and began scrubbing. "How useless can a simple toy be? I've barely given it any rules to follow, and not only has it broken most of them, now I've got to implement more."

Namjoon winced at the hard strokes, trying not to move too much and jostle his sore ass. "Dom... it's sorry..."

"Hmph." Yoongi dragged Namjoon's head under the spray, rinsing out the white bubbles from its hair. "It doesn't know the meaning of the word."

Namjoon cried out when Yoongi suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, exposing his neck from the harsh angle. Water ran down his face, stinging his eyes.

Yoongi pressed his lips against the toys ear, not caring the water was getting him wet.

"If it ever pisses me off, pet," he whispered dangerously. "It'll discover the true meaning of how sorry something can possibly be."

-

After Namjoon was dry, Yoongi chained him up again in the bedroom and pulled a pair of simple black shorts up its long legs. The material was leather, and stretched to show off every feature hidden behind it.

Namjoon winced as the tight shorts covered his still red ass. He didn't know what Yoongi had planned for today, but he hoped he would be given an easy time after all he had been through last night.

"It's going to have to work extra hard today, pet." Yoongi said, immediately shattering Namjoon's hopes. "From now on, every time we go live, it will be its personal responsibility to get more views and money than the previous stream."

So... they were streaming again today then? Namjoon's heart sank. Why couldn't Yoongi to work and leave Namjoon alone for the day?

Yoongi unchained him. "Come on, breakfast needs to be fast today. Our guest will be here soon."

Namjoon took his usual place under the table, waiting for Yoongi to finish cooking. When the dom sat down, Namjoon dutifully lowered his pants and boxers and took Yoongi's cock in his mouth.

His ass still hurt, so he rested on his knees and hands to give it a break.

"Fifty thousand views last night," Yoongi said from above him, fork scraping against the plate and Namjoon's stomach rumbled. "And ninety thousand dollars. It'll be tough to beat that today, pet, but I'm sure it'll try its best." The doms voice darkened. "It doesn't want to find out what will happen to it if it doesn't."

Namjoon closed his eyes and tried to breathe deep through his nose. He consoled himself with the fact he would be getting fed soon. 

A sudden kick to Namjoon's arm made him buckle and nearly fall.

"Suck." Yoongi commanded. "And don't waste time doing a terrible job first, I can kick much harder."

Namjoon winced and balanced on one hand, holding his bruised arm while he began to suck the doms cock.

"While my toy works hard to make its dom money, I'm going to be working on its new daily schedule." Yoongi continued, settling back in his chair with a sigh. "It's going to have every hour of its day planned from here on out. That way it won't have any time to get into trouble."

Yoongi ducked under the table to grin at Namjoon. "See? I'm helping my toy. No trouble means no punishments. Doesn't that sound nice, pet?" 

He straightened back up. "I'd make it thank me, but I can see its mouth is full."

Namjoon tried to tune out the cruel laughter.

-

After eating the doms cum covered left overs and drinking water out of a bowl again, Namjoon was back in his bedroom, watching in confusion as Yoongi removed the wooden stockade.

"It cheated last time." Yoongi said, carrying the heavy stand out of the room. "By locking its opponent in this and letting the time run out. That's not going to work if it wants to beat fifty thousand views, pet. So we'll try this again. And this time, give our viewers a show. After all, they gave it so many gifts. It would be rude to cheat them a second time."

"So you want me to get raped, then?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

The collar was off for the impending scene and Namjoon was going to take full advantage of it.

"Our guests know of the one rule." Yoongi huffed, as if Namjoon was being selfish. 

"Yeah, and the first guy tried to break it fifteen minutes in." Namjoon crossed his arms. "Is this new client of yours not even going to last ten?"

"Why is it so touchy about this?" Yoongi set the stand down in the hallway and checked his watch. "It's just a dumb toy anyways, sex is what it's made for."

"You don't believe that." Namjoon shook his head. "You wouldn't let anyone go that far with me. You're far too possessive anyway, even out of domspace."

"Maybe I'll just get another toy." Yoongi grinned at him as he set up the camera in the corner again. "Let my high paying clients rape the toy all they want while me and my better sub spend the night together in our old bed."

Namjoon still didn't believe the dom, but it definitely hurt to hear that. Imagining someone else with Yoongi felt like a knife to Namjoon's heart.

"Besides, it shouldn't rely on trapping its opponents all hour." Yoongi rolled his eyes. 

"What do you want me to do then?" Namjoon snapped. "Beat them up?"

"I want it to put on a show." 

Namjoon was surprised when Yoongi stepped up to him, the doms hands going to Namjoon's shoulders, sliding up his neck and cupping his cheeks. Namjoon blinked at the strangely affectionate action, until Yoongi slammed their lips together, kissing him forcefully.

Namjoon opened his mouth, letting Yoongi slide his tongue inside as they made out. Yoongi pushed Namjoon against the wall, the younger male letting out a soft moan of pain as his sore tattoo was bumped. 

He wanted to put his hands on Yoongi too, but he was sure the dom would punish him for that, so he struggled to keep them down as Yoongi deepened their kiss. Yoongi moaned into Namjoon's mouth, pressing himself against the toys strong body. His hands slipped, wrapping his arms around the toys neck instead, one hand tangling in the toys freshly washed hair, the other gripping its back.

As suddenly as it had started, it ended as Yoongi abruptly pulled away.

"Our guest should be here now." Yoongi said, a little breathless. He fixed his hair and pulled out his phone, leaving the room.

Namjoon stood there, lips pink from the kiss, staring after the dom. 

He knew Yoongi would say he had only kissed him as a show to the camera of who owned Namjoon, but the boy liked to think of the kiss as a small apology for the dom saying he would replace Namjoon.

A tiny smile on his face now, Namjoon waited for the next contestant.

-

Namjoon stood across the room from another unknown male. 

This new person was about the same build as Kyangho had been, so Namjoon wasn't too worried. He had defeated that guy thoroughly, after all.

But this new guy was more concerning; he kept licking his lips as his eyes never left Namjoon's exposed body.

"Pervert." Namjoon hissed at him as soon as Yoongi left the room and locked the door behind him. He crossed his arms over his bare torso. "Stop staring at me."

The man touched himself through his green cargo pants and chuckled. "I paid twenty grand to stare at you, princess."

Namjoon didn't know what he hated more; the nickname or the man saying it. 

"My name's Jung." The man said, walking closer. "No need to introduce yourself, I know all about the scene's most popu-"

"Most popular sub, yeah, yeah." Namjoon snapped. "I get it, people know about me. God forbid subs have a personality, right?"

"Not at all." Jung smiled. "I'm glad you're the way that you are. Other subs are so boring."

"You don't need to insult others just to praise me." Namjoon walked backwards as the man kept advancing. He knew this pervert had watched the previous stream, so he couldn't use any of the moves he had done on Kyangho; Jung would be anticipating it. 

"If you don't like 'The Scene's Most Popular Sub', there's another name that's been floating around now." Jung said. "They're calling you the sub that dominates doms. Because you beat Suga before, and then Kyangho."

Namjoon stopped. "Don't talk about the rumor. And I thought Kyangho was a switch?"

Jung shrugged, not caring either way. "Let's just get to it, princess. This is the most expensive hour of my life, I don't want to waste a second."

Namjoon smiled at him. "Of course. You're totally right."

Jung paused at the personality switch. "...huh?"

Namjoon stalked over to him, putting some sway into his hips. "Thank you for buying me today, dom." He flashed his dimples at the shocked man. "I'm so honored, I love big strong men."

Jung stood there, blinking in confusion as Namjoon draped his arms over the mans shoulders. 

"This is a trick, isn't it?" Jung asked, putting his hands on Namjoon's hips.

"No trick." Namjoon hummed, turning around so his ass was against the mans covered dick. He bent at the waist, pressing his ass against the man more. "You're right after all, I'm a sub and you're the dom."

"But..." Jung was finding it hard to think as all the blood rushed to his other head. "I thought this was, like, a competition or something. Aren't I supposed to... overpower you or whatever?"

"We can, if you like that." Namjoon straightened up and laid his wrists together, pressing them to the doms chest. "You can capture me if it'll turn you on, dom. I like to be tied up."

"Um, okay, but..." Jung still sounded confused as he hesitantly grabbed the boys wrists in one hand.

"Do you prefer rope, dom?" Namjoon asked, stepping close to lean against the man. He pouted, making sure to press his chest against the doms. "Or do you like chains?"

"I... both are... wow." The dom coughed as he stared at Namjoon's piercings, his cock growing. 

Namjoon pushed his pecs together with his arms, making them look bigger and fleshier, effectively capturing the mans full attention. 

"Want to touch?" He whispered. "You paid for them, after all, dom."

"You're tricking me somehow..." Jung stared at the boys chest.

"Touch me, dom."

And suddenly Jung ceased to care about any tricks. He grabbed the pecs, one in each hand and squeezed. He pinched the boys nipples and twisted the silver barbells. His fingers massaged the flesh around them. He groped and grabbed and gripped, turning the cinnamon skin a blotchy red.

Namjoon moaned, tossing his head back as his own cock stirred. The only rule Yoongi had was that the contestants couldn't fuck him, but he never said Namjoon couldn't cum from these sessions. 

"Fuck, touch me more." Namjoon demanded. He grabbed one of Jung's hands and removed it from his pec, instead placing it over his cock. 

Jung didn't even seem to notice he had gone from being the one serviced to the one servicing as he pinched the boys nipple and rubbed his palm in tight circles over Namjoon's cock.

"Praise me." Namjoon ordered, keeping his hands on Jung's waist to steady himself as his knees grew weak.

"Fuck, uh, you're so hot." Jung tried, more distracted with touching Namjoon's cock. "I like your sexy tits, I want to cum on them."

"Not like that, idiot." Namjoon snapped. "Praise me, not my body."

Jung blinked, slow. "Like... your insides? Your pancreas?"

"Ugh, forget it, you're too stupid." Namjoon huffed, guiding the mans hand to touch him the way he wanted. "Just shut up and let me use you to get myself off."

He could feel himself getting close, so he pushed Jung down to the floor, following him. He laid on his back, legs spread around the sitting dom. 

"Put your mouth on me." He demanded, and the dom quickly obeyed. He kissed, licked, bit and sucked the boys thighs and covered cock. He tried to remove the leather shorts a few times, but Namjoon stopped him each time by hitting his head.

"Fuck, right there." Namjoon's chest rose and fell rapidly as the dom found a particularly sensitive spot on his inner thigh, pushing the shorts up more to reveal more skin. Namjoon reached out and tangled his fingers in Jung's hair, guiding the doms head the way he wanted as the dom worked to get him off with his mouth and hands.

His orgasm grew, easily spurred on by what had happened last night. All that stimulation yet not being able to get off, it carried over easily into todays session and Namjoon could feel himself reaching the peak.

He came into the shorts just as the door slammed open.

Yoongi stormed over and grabbed Jung's hair, yanking him up by his head.

"Ow- ow, hey- ow!" The dom complained and Yoongi threw him out. "Suga, chill! I still have a few minutes left!"

Yoongi growled and slammed the door shut in his face.

Namjoon sighed in satisfaction from his orgasm. He sat up, smiling coyly at the angry dom. 

Yoongi snatched the camera off its stand and switched it off, ending the stream abruptly.

"I hope it enjoyed that orgasm." Yoongi said coldly, his back to Namjoon.

When he turned around, his eyes were a fiery black.

"Because that was the last one it will ever have."

-

Namjoon was chained once again with his arms up, watching as Yoongi knelt in front of him with a steel device that didn't look comfortable.

He had been cleaned off with a damp towel and the shorts were removed, exposing his cock to the dom.

"Good thing we're implementing its new schedule starting tomorrow." Yoongi said, pushing Namjoon's balls through a steel ring. He held up the cock cage and Namjoon was offended at how small it looked. "It's been too disobedient for far too long. This daily planner will keep it in check."

Namjoon, who now had the collar on again, said nothing as he watched Yoongi lock the cold metal around his cock. It was tight and uncomfortable, and he immediately wanted it off.

Yoongi held up a silver key for Namjoon to see, tied to a loop of string. Yoongi smiled and placed it around his neck, tucking the key behind his shirt. 

"Your orgasms belong to me now, pet."

He stepped up, trailing a finger along Namjoon's lower lip.

He leaned in, stopping just before they could kiss.

"And I've decided I won't ever give you any more."