Apologies for the long wait, the new medication I'm taking makes me dizzy and nauseous so I don't eat and not eating makes me more dizzy and nauseous so I continue to not eat and- you get the cycle

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From where his hand was resting on the doms shoulder, Namjoon could feel the way Yoongi tensed upon hearing his confession. It lasted only a second, so fast Namjoon had to judge if it had really happened or not.

Then Yoongi turned to face him, a cold smile on his face and a bottomless pit in his eyes.

He rose, knocking Namjoon's hand off him. "Oh, pet." He sounded sad as he shook his head. "I told it what would happen if I didn't like its show."

Namjoon stayed on the floor, watching as Yoongi walked to the door. The dom paused in the threshold and looked over his shoulder. 

"Stay here, pet. We're having a talk when I get back."

Namjoon watched Yoongi shut the door and listened to his footsteps slowly falling away. He got to his feet and walked to the door, but when he tried to open it he found it was locked.

Namjoon took a step back, barely feeling the plug shift in his ass. He was a little uneasy now, his heart starting to pound in his chest.

Yoongi had seemed too calm upon hearing Namjoon's confession. The dom was extremely possessive, and having his property taken by another dom, especially Yoongi's best friend, was exactly the thing that would piss the dom off the most.

That was why Namjoon had said it, after all. 

But instead of screaming or hitting, Yoongi had smiled and decided to talk about it, which was pretty much the complete opposite of what Namjoon had theorized he would do.

Had he pushed Yoongi too far? Had his comment turned the dom psychotic?

The door opened and Namjoon saw Yoongi step back into the red room. His clothing had been fixed and his hair brushed back. He carried two water bottles and an apple in his hands.

To Namjoon's surprise, the dom tossed one of the water bottles to him.

At the boys suspicious look, Yoongi huffed and rolled his eyes. "Drink it, pet. I can't talk with my pet if it dies of dehydration, now can I?"

Yoongi cracked open his water and Namjoon reluctantly followed suit. The seal was unbroken which calmed Namjoon's fears somewhat. Besides, he was thirsty after his performance and he didn't think Yoongi would drug him before they were able to have a talk, like Yoongi wanted. 

Gratefully, he twisted the cap off and tossed back half of the bottle.

Yoongi watched him, taking a large bite of the apple.

Namjoon was envious, wishing he had been given food as well.

"Does it think I'm a gullible?" Yoongi sighed. "Really? Making up such a blatant lie just to get a reaction from me?"

"You don't believe me?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "Ask Sai."

"I don't need to. Sai would never cross that line."

Namjoon shrugged. "I told you I did a bad thing."

"It's always doing bad things; breaking my rules, being a bad toy. It can't even properly clean the house still yet it wants me to believe it found the time to have a tryst?" Yoongi chuckled.

"You kissed Ezra." Namjoon reminded him. 

"And my toy kissed Kade." Yoongi blew his hair out his eyes. "And anyways, kissing and fucking are two completely different things."

"Cheating is cheating."

"Not when it was established at the beginning of this bet that nothing was off limits."

"I think you just want to cheat your way to a win and would have claimed to dislike my performance no matter what I did." Namjoon accused.

Yoongi pushed himself off the wall and stalked over. Namjoon forced himself to stay in place and not scramble away as Yoongi knelt down in front of him. 

Namjoon winced when Yoongi harshly grabbed his jaw, his fingers digging into his cinnamon skin and holding him in place. He glared at the dom, refusing to submit.

Yoongi ghosted his lips over Namjoon's. "It's just my property. Accept the fact I can and will do whatever I want, pet. It can't change the fact I own every inch of it. "

Namjoon tried to keep the dom in his vision, but it was getting fuzzy at the edges. He felt light headed as Yoongi's fingertips tilted his chin up.

Realization hit, but it was already too late to do anything about it.

"Bastard!" Namjoon slurred, losing feeling in his legs and arms. "You fucking... drugged me! Again!"

He tried to push Yoongi away, and it took a few times before the dom was actually moved.

Namjoon grabbed the water bottle, confused as to how it could have been tainted when the seal hadn't been broken.

Yoongi didn't confirm or deny it, just watched as Namjoon suddenly grabbed the label that wrapped around the bottle and yanked it off.

A tiny pinprick spurted out water, no longer held back by the adhesive that stuck the wrapper to the bottle.

"Stop fucking drugging me!" Namjoon demanded, but it came out more faint and breathy than he wanted.

He collapsed to the floor, his eyelids fluttering shut. He felt Yoongi kiss him, and the last thing he heard was the doms words following him into unconsciousness.

"And my property doesn't get to cheat."

-

With a groan, Namjoon came back to life.

His head pounded and he felt dizzy, a side effect of the drug.

He took a moment to take stock of his surroundings. He was a few feet off the ground, and when he looked down he saw he was on the padded breeding bench. His arms and legs wouldn't move, and at first he thought the drugs were still in his veins, but then he realized he had been strapped down to the bench.

There was a sticky sensation on his inner thighs and his ass felt empty, and he discovered Yoongi had removed the plug and let his cum freely dribble out of Namjoon's hole, debasing him further.

He had been stripped naked and his wrists, biceps, back and ankles were held down to the padded leather, forcing him to be on all fours. There was normally a strap for his thighs as well, but that one hadn't been applied.

A gag had been stuffed in his mouth, reducing any and all words into muffled sounds.

Namjoon slowly raised his head and saw Yoongi lounging on the love seat in front of him.

The dom was stretched out leisurely, playing idly with a heavy leather paddle in his hands.

Namjoon's eyes widened when he saw it and his heart pounded.

It wasn't a toy they used often, because it hurt.

"Awake?" Yoongi looked over at him, rising slowly from the loveseat.

Namjoon tried to move away when Yoongi approached, but the straps held him down.

Now he realized why Yoongi had left his thighs exposed instead of strapped.

He tried to speak and the gag muffled him.

"Welcome to the afterparty, toy." Yoongi said, drifting somewhere behind Namjoon.

Shit. Namjoon had really fucked himself over this time.

He jumped when a hand placed itself on his bare ass, relaxing only slightly when the hand simply rubbed itself over his skin.

"Dom has something to do soon." Yoongi said. "But first I have to take care of my naughty pet."

He sighed deeply, doing nothing to ease Namjoon's fears.

He tried again to speak, unintelligible sounds not escaping the strong gag.

Yoongi ignored him entirely, focusing his attention on the exposed and restrained ass presented before him.

The cinnamon skin shone under the red overhead lights. The cum on its thighs glistened, still marking the toy as Yoongi's whether it was inside the toys ass or not.

"Remember this toy, pet?" Yoongi placed the paddle against the toys ass, lightly rubbing it back and forth.

He could feel it shaking, clearly remembering the last time they had used it very well.

It had only been used for punishments, back when Yoongi actually used to punish Namjoon. They both quickly found out how easily Namjoon's skin bruised, how quickly it turned red after being struck. After quickly becoming enamored with the dimpled boy, however, all the paddles, whips and belts had been stored away in the attic, completely forgotten about.

But there had never been a more appropriate time than now to bring it back into their circulation of sex toys.

"I've missed this." Yoongi admitted, still sliding the paddle over the toys ass. "I always liked leaving my mark on my pets skin. Of course, after finding out how much of a pillow prince whiney baby spoiled brat you are, I had to resort to marking you with hickeys and collars. But now that this bet has waived away your pesky little rights, I can finally have some fun around here."

The toy tried to say something but it was muffled, and Yoongi simply ignored it. He grabbed the remote that controlled the lights and switched it from red to white, so he could see better.

The toys tanned skin stood out better in this lighting, all the better to see it get ruined.

Yoongi admired it for a moment, taking in how unblemished and even the skin tone was, before suddenly striking the leather paddle as hard as he could against the toys ass.

Namjoon screamed at the sudden explosion of pain, lurching forward against the restraints. "Mmph!"

He tried to shield himself from the blows, but he was strapped down and naked, and Yoongi had ensured he wouldn't be going anywhere as the dom repeatedly lashed him with all the strength he had- which was a lot.

"Mff! Nhh!" Namjoon cried, begging Yoongi to stop, or at least give him a break. His ass was on fire and it had only been spanked a few times so far. He knew Yoongi wouldn't be stopping this early. 

Minutes later, Yoongi finally slowed down before halting. He leaned in and inspected his work. 

The toys ass was red in every place the paddle had struck, contrasting with the still unblemished cinnamon tone. It would all be red eventually, however. Yoongi didn't plan to miss a single spot.

"This is how doms treat their subs." Yoongi explained to the crying toy. "Real subs don't get bubble baths and massages and five course meals. They get punishments for being little shits to their doms."

"Mff!" Namjoon cried out.

The paddle had hearts carved onto its surface, and when it had been slapped against the toys skin it left heart indents on its ass. Yoongi smiled at them. "Cute decorations, toy." He knew Namjoon could feel it.

Tossing the paddle aside, Yoongi let the toy think they were done as he browsed the array of toys he had set up behind his pet- where it couldn't see the full scope of punishment it was strapped down for.

He picked up a wooden paddle and admired the heft of it, before facing his bound project again.

Namjoon had just gotten his breathing under control when another powerful smack jolted him.

"Nnnffhh!" He screamed, again scrambling desperately to get off the bench, to cover himself. 

This paddle was denser, and it was striking already inflamed skin, so it hurt far worse than the first one did.

Yoongi ignored his cries, methodically working the paddle over every inch of Namjoon's ass, only stopping briefly to strike at the boys thighs as well until they were a matching red shade.

Namjoon sobbed, feeling his flushed skin pulse in time to his heart beat. He wouldn't be able to sit for a week- maybe even a month.

He heard a shuffling noise, like clothing rustling and his eyes widened. 

He begged Yoongi but the gag muffled him and he could only listen as Yoongi slid his belt off. He felt fingers part his cheeks, wincing in pain as the digits pushed into his abused asscheeks and parted them, exposing his hole completely.

"Now remember," Yoongi chided. "This hurts me more than it hurts you."

And he whipped the metal buckle of his belt against Namjoon's hole.

Namjoon screamed, the sound breaking through the gag and echoing in the room.

Yoongi didn't stop, focusing on hitting the throbbing rim over and over again, until the toy was bucking in its restraints. It was thrashing hard enough Yoongi thought the bench might fall apart.

He released the toys ass then, smirking when it whimpered in pain at even that slight movement.

Yoongi grabbed out a key and reached under his toy, unlocking the cock cage.

The toy tensed in realization and its begging and crying began again. 

Yoongi knew it was going to say its safeword, and as much delight as he took in making it use up another free pass, Yoongi wanted to finish having his fun first. So he left the toy gagged as he set the cock cage aside and picked up a much smaller item to use.

It was a black leather riding crop, shrunken down to be about six inches tall. Perfect for striking naughty subs' cocks.

He grabbed the half hard dick in his hand, knowing it wouldn't be hard at all after Yoongi was through with it.

The toys cries rose in pitch, desperation wafting off its body like a physical stench.

"This is a proper punishment, pet." Yoongi said coldly, his dark eyes boring into the toys terrified, teary ones. "Actions have consequences, and I won't tolerate filthy lies coming from my property's pretty mouth."

And he struck the toys tip as hard as he could.

Namjoon bucked and screamed and cried as Yoongi worked his cock over, making sure to strike every inch and angle, until his dick felt like it was on fire. He jerked against the straps, begging to get free, for just a small break, for the chance to apologize.

Yoongi tuned out the ruckus, making sure to strike the now throbbing cock from balls to tip, over and over again, until he was sure bruises would form. Then he turned his attention to his toys balls and struck them even harder.

The toy passed out a few times, waking up quickly from the new hits, only to pass out again from the overwhelming agony.

Yoongi only stopped when his arm got tired, and he sat back with a sigh, wiping sweat off his forehead.

The toy was passed out again, trembling even while unconscious.

Pleased with his work, Yoongi held a hand over the toys ass, feeling heat radiating off it.

He locked the toys cock back up, smiling when it woke up from the pain of being touched. It could barely raise its head to look at Yoongi, tears blurring its vision and running down its cheeks.

The gag was soaked when Yoogni finally removed it.

"...'atis...satis, please, satis." The toy cried weakly, voice hoarse from its screams. "Please, Yoongi, stop, satis..."

"Yeah, I figured you would say that." Yoongi smiled.

"You only have one safeword left, pet. Better make it count. You haven't seen nothing yet."

-

After chaining the crying toy back up in his room, Yoongi got himself some water and a late dinner, before grabbing his car keys.

He had an errand to run before the night was through.

-

Namjoon sobbed, holding weakly onto the bed to keep himself upright as waves of pain crashed through him.

He couldn't lay on his front- the pain of putting weight on his abused cock was unbearable. And laying on his back or sitting down was completely out of the question. He didn't think he would ever be able to do those things ever again.

Especially since Yoongi had forced him into boxers and shorts, and the clothing rubbed against his inflamed ass and made new pain erupt on his skin with every small movement.

He had been given a shirt to wear too, which didn't make sense; Yoongi loved having him naked and exposed, or dressed up in a demeaning way. Wearing normal clothes didn't fit the doms pattern, but Namjoon was in too much pain to think about it.

His legs were shaking and he wanted to pass out, but that would mean laying down in some way, and he was too uncoordinated to attempt laying down on his side just yet.

Desperate to calm down and get himself under control, Namjoon thought about how he had used up another safeword tonight.

He only had one more chance to save himself, and then Yoongi would have free reign to do whatever he wanted with Namjoon.

And the boy didn't think he could handle it.

-

"A visitor at the door for you, sir." The servant bowed at the doorway of Sai's office.

Sai gave him a nod. "Thank you, Mr. Lee. I'll be right there."

The servant bowed again before leaving.

Sai was about to get up when another figure appeared in the threshold. He looked up, surprised to see Yoongi.

"Ah, Suga." He gave his friend a warm smile. "I-"

The punch was unexpected and the dom had no time to block it.

Pain erupted on his cheek as Sai was knocked to the ground.

Surprised, he placed a hand over the stinging area and looked up, seeing Yoongi standing coldly over him.

His friends hands were balled into fists at his sides, and there was a glint of malice in his catlike eyes.

"Yoongi- what-"

"You both think I'm stupid, don't you?" Yoongi sneered. "Acting like you were concerned for me this whole time when all you really wanted was to steal my sub. I saw it from a mile away, but I never thought you would stoop so low as to go behind my back. I thought you were my friend."

"I am your friend, and I don't know what you're talking about." Sai stated firmly. "I-"

"Punishments aren't just for subs, you know." Yoongi said idly, picking up a sharp letter opener from the doms desk.

Sai felt his heart skip a beat as the blade was pointed at him. "Yoongi, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Yoongi just advanced towards him, and the blade got ever closer. There was a determined look in his eyes that turned Sai's bones to ice.

"Yoongi? Yoongi! Yoon-!"