Namjoon was surprised when Yoongi sat him down in front of the coffee table in the living room.

"I know it didn't sleep well last night." The dom said, crouching down to tie Namjoon's hands to the heavy table leg. "So I'll give it a really easy task to work on today."

He held up the small remote and pointed it at Namjoon, who flinched in anticipation of a shock.

Nothing came.

"I turned it off, pet." Namjoon could hear the smirk in the doms tone, and he didn't like how Yoongi was amused by Namjoon's fear. "I want you to tell me what your task is. I already told you what it was earlier, so let's see if my toy was listening."

"Dom..." Namjoon tested his voice out. It was raspy and ragged, but it didn't hurt as much to talk after having some water.

Yoongi reached a hand out to grip Namjoon's jaw tightly, turning the boys head slightly as he inspected his toy. "Yes, pet?"

Namjoon lifted his face out of Yoongi's grasp and glared. "How long are you going to cheat by hiding in domspace?"

Yoongi pulled back, tilting his head as he regarded the toy. The night in the cage had dampened Namjoon's stubbornness. But only for a few hours. He had rebounded from it and had already taken the first chance he got to act out.

Yoongi smiled, brushing the boys hair back with his fingers. "It's not cheating, pet. You're just mad you can't do the same thing." His grip tightened, yanking on Namjoon's hair. "You're worried because now you feel like you might lose." He flicked the boys forehead. "I tasked you with thinking about how to best please me when I return." Yoongi stood up and brushed himself off. "Think you can handle that, pet? If you do a good job tonight, I will reward you. If not, well... I'll have a lot of fun if you don't."

Namjoon watched as Yoongi grabbed his phone and car keys and, without looking back, left the house.

Namjoon sat for a few minutes, listening to the quietness of the house as he slowly evened his breathing out. The shock collar always raised his heart rate when it electrocuted him.

He tugged on the ropes that tied him to the table, briefly wondering why Yoongi hadn't chained him up instead, or put him back in the cage. Yoongi had to know Namjoon could get out of simple rope knots. After all, one didn't move in with a bondage enthusiast and not educate himself on how to get untied.

His fingers began working on the knot. He had decided he was going to sneak out of the house today to meet with Yoongi's former clients. Although, 'sneak out' wasn't entirely correct. Yoongi hadn't stated it was a rule that Namjoon couldn't leave the house. All Namjoon had to do today was 'think about how to best please Yoongi', which he could do while heading to the client's houses.

The ropes fell limply to the carpet, and Namjoon stood up and stretched. His muscles still ached from being cramped for so long, but at least they didn't burn in agony as the blood reignited his nerves.

First, Namjoon went back to the kitchen and got himself glass after glass of water. Then he made himself two sandwiches and downed them both. He felt a little paranoid as he checked the corners for hidden cameras, and even though he found none, he still cleaned up the kitchen to hide any evidence of his disobedience.

Reciting the client information he had memorized, Namjoon ordered an Uber to pick him up and pulled on the one normal outfit he had left; the shirt and shorts from the closet, and waited for the car to arrive.

When it did, Namjoon paused for only a second at the threshold of the front door, and then left.

-

Yoongi pulled his phone out of his pocket when it vibrated.

An alert showed on his screen, telling him the front door had been opened after he had locked it.

But not from someone breaking into the house.

And Yoongi smirked.

-

The Uber dropped Namjoon off in front of an average looking home in the middle of an upper middle class neighborhood.

Namjoon hurried to the front door, hoping the person he wanted to talk to hadn't left for work yet. He rang the doorbell, shifting from foot to foot nervously. The plug in his ass refused to go unnoticed, and the lacy panties were scratchy, but he didn't want to risk readjusting them in public. The harness was slightly see through due to the white shirt he was wearing, and he hoped the homeowner wouldn't be looking too closely at his chest.

The door opened and a man in a business suit, who didn't look that much older than Namjoon, stood there.

"Yes?" He looked confused to see Namjoon on his doorstep.

"Mr. Lee Hyung?"

"Yes, can I help you?"

"Hello, sir." Namjoon wasn't sure how to explain this. "My name is Kim Namjoon. Um, it's my understanding you used to have a... professional relationship with a man named Min Yoon-"

The mans eyes widened and he quickly stepped back, holding the door open for Namjoon. "Shh! Don't say his name- get in!"

Surprised, Namjoon quickly hurried inside.

Hyung shut the door behind them, then peered out the window.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I'm not a weirdo creep, I swear. It's just that this neighborhood loves their gossip, and if they found out I used to pay another man to physically dominate me... well, my marriage would be over."

"You're married?" Namjoon's eyes fell to the mans hand, and he saw the ring on his left finger.

"Yes, to a woman. I love her very much, don't get me wrong. I'm bisexual." Hyung sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. How did you even know about Yoongi and I?"

"I'm... another of his clients." Namjoon lied. "I was hoping you could answer some questions I have about him."

Hyung checked his watch. "I have a few minutes before I have to leave." He looked up. "Tea?"

"Thank you." Namjoon nodded, taking a seat on the couch. He bounced his leg as he waited for the man to return.

He had a lot of questions to ask.

-

In the kitchen, Hyung pulled out his phone and scrolled down to Yoongi's contact.

He hadn't talked to the dom in three years, since their last session ended. Hyung had finally given in to the guilt of cheating on his wife and had cancelled their sessions, but he always missed the little dom. Hyung was bisexual, and though he preferred women in some ways, he preferred men when it came to the bedroom. And Yoongi had given him everything his wife couldn't. Hyung had kept Yoongi's number despite ending their business relationship, just in case.

Now, 'just in case' had finally happened.

-

Yoongi's phone buzzed again, and he pulled it out to see he had a new text from an old contact.

A boy named Namjoon is at my house, sir. He's asking questions about you. What do you want me to tell him, sir?

Yoongi chuckled.

Tell him what he wants to hear. I'll be there in an hour.

Did you want me to keep him here for you, sir? I can drug his tea.

No need. Let him run if he figures it out. It won't matter, he can't escape me.

-

"Thank you." Namjoon graciously accepted the hot tea mug.

Hyung sat down beside him. "I couldn't help but notice your collar."

Namjoon winced. "Yeah, I'd remove it if I could."

"Yoongi's doing?"

"Well I certainly didn't come up with the idea to put a shock collar on myself." Namjoon couldn't help but snap. Then he felt bad. "Sorry, I just really hate it."

Hyung chuckled. "I get it. Why not tell Yoongi to take it off then?"

"He won't." Namjoon blew on his tea then sipped it. "We have a bit of a wager going, and this collar is part of it. If I want to win, I have to endure it." He looked to the older man. "That's why I wanted to talk to you. What was Yoongi like as a hard dom? I usually only experience his softer side."

Hyung sighed at the memories. "He was everything I wanted, which I liked, and also everything I needed, which he liked. He pushed me out of my comfort zone with every session, and that's how I discovered new things, what I liked and didn't like. He was very... controlling."

"How, specifically?"

"How? Well, about everything." Hyung thought back. "Eating, standing, speaking, I mean there wasn't a single thing I could do on my own. Of course, that was to be expected, since I had paid him to do that." He smiled at Namjoon. "I signed up for his sessions under the category of slave."

"What did he do in the sessions?" Namjoon asked.

"Things he knew I wanted. And always at least one thing new. The first time, it was hitting me with a riding crop. I had put that down as a maybe when I was filling out the forms, because I wasn't sure if I would like it or not. Turns out, I love it." He chuckled. "But mostly, he just took all my privileges away, like a true slave owner. He really gets off on being the one in charge."

"Was he always in a dom headspace for your sessions?"

"Always? No. Sometimes though, yeah. I could see the change in him. He always seemed to slip into one whenever we were about to do something new."

Interesting. Namjoon thought it over. Yoongi went into dom space when there was a chance he was about to do something to someone that they might not like. Because he cared about each of his clients, and if he was about to hurt them in some way, he wanted to be disassociated from it.

And since he loved Namjoon, Yoongi would have to be in the headspace for the entirety of the bet.

Could he really keep it up that long? Non stop? Even when he was away at work, he would still have to have it up, since his rules and orders to Namjoon would still be in effect even when he left the house.

Namjoon didn't have a submissive headspace, so he didn't know what it was like to slip into a different mentality. Was it easy? Or did it require effort to keep it up? He would have to research it and find out. If he could knock down Yoongi's mental walls and get the dom to see him once again as his baby instead of a toy, then Yoongi would crack and give up the bet.

"Can I use your phone?" Namjoon asked him. "I need to look something up."

Hyung smiled sadly. "No, sorry Namjoon. But that won't be happening."

"What do you mean?"

The door suddenly opened and Namjoon whipped around, shocked to see Yoongi entering.

Hyung jumped up from his chair. "Yoongi! Sir, it's so good to see you again."

"Thanks for keeping my toy here for me." Yoongi walked into the living room, his dark eyes never leaving Namjoon's stunned face. His smirk seemed like a new permanent fixture.

Namjoon rose off the couch slowly, still trying to process how Yoongi had found him.

"It was an honor, sir." Hyung was immediately submissive in front of the dom. "I was glad to help you out, I would do it any time!"

"Still pathetic, I see." Yoongi's gaze to him, and the man winced like he had been physically injured.

"You... sold me out." Namjoon realized. "You told him I was here."

"Anything to get back in my good graces." Yoongi chuckled. "He always knew I didn't like how he had quit on me the way he did."

"It wasn't right to cheat on my wife." Hyung mumbled.

"No, it wasn't." Yoongi agreed. "But you still did it anyways. Then when you told me you wanted to quit, I told you that you should tell your wife instead. Work it out. You needed to talk to her and tell her the truth about why you were doing this, or else your life would go back to being mundane and unfulfilling. But you were too much of a coward. And how's your life now, hm? Still boring?"

Hyung sniffed, looking at the ground.

Yoongi ignored him, turning his attention back to Namjoon. "Come on, pet. We're going home. You have a special punishment waiting for you."

"Punishment for what?" Namjoon demanded. "I didn't break any rules by leaving the house, you never said that was a rule!"

"For eating and drinking without doms permission." Yoongi's eyes narrowed. "And using the bathroom without asking first."

Namjoon blinked. "How the hell did you know I did that?"

"Because you just confirmed it for me now."

Shit. Namjoon's mouth twisted in an angry frown, mad at himself.

Yoongi stepped up to him, and Namjoon stood up straight, expecting another shock, so he was taken off guard when Yoongi instead ripped the shirt Namjoon was wearing off over his head.

"Hey!" Namjoon's arms wrapped around himself quickly, embarrassed to be exposed in the harness in front of a stranger.

"Shorts off, pet."

"No! Fuck y- ah!"

The collar jolted him, and he stumbled back onto the couch. Yoongi was on him in an instant, yanking the shorts off his legs to reveal the black panties.

Namjoon brought his legs up to cover himself, hating the way Hyung was staring wide eyed at him.

"I turned the collar back on, pet." Yoongi hummed. "Speak all you want, you won't get many words out. But that's fine, a dumb sex toy like you doesn't have anything important to say." He pulled his car keys out of his pocket. "Let's go."

Namjoon, not wanting to give in that easily, refused. He crossed his arms and remained on the couch, glaring at Yoongi.

He didn't like that Yoongi seemed happy about this.

"Hyung, do you still have that gift I gave you?" Yoongi asked the man.

Hyung nodded, immediately rushing up the stairs to retrieve whatever it was.

"You know, pet." Yoongi stalked over to Namjoon, leaning over the boy to cage him in on the couch. "No one said you couldn't have a headspace as well. I think if you developed a subspace, it would make this bet a lot easier for you."

Namjoon shook his head so hard that it hurt. There was no way he would do that- he might as well just give up the bet now. A subspace meant it would be easier for him to accept what Yoongi was doing to him, slowly break down his defiant walls. Sure it might help him survive, but at the cost of his pride, personality and freedom.

"Suit yourself," Yoongi ran a finger up and down Namjoon's chest. "I'll sleep easy knowing I gave you the option."

"Here!" Hyung called, hurrying back into the room. There was a box in his hands, and he gave it to Yoongi. "I kept it all these years."

Yoongi ignored him, opening the box to pull out coils of deep red ropes. "My toy is being disobedient on purpose. I think it likes to be tied up and dominated."

Namjoon shook his head again, but neither of the two men cared about what he thought.

Together, they grabbed Namjoon and forced him onto his front on the carpet. Yoongi sat on Namjoon's back and tied his hands together while Hyung wrapped a rope around Namjoon's ankles and thighs.

Namjoon struggled, but with their combined weight and hands on him, he couldn't shake them off.

Yoongi reached out and grabbed his toys ass, gripping and playing with the firm flesh. "Help me get him into the car?"

Hyung, who would do anything for the dom, nodded vehemently.

Together, they lifted a squirming Namjoon and carried him outside, to where Yoongi's car was parked in the driveway.

Namjoon tried to kick at them when he saw the trunk opening, but they easily lowered him in, and Yoongi's grin was the last thing Namjoon saw before the trunk closed over him and he was thrown into darkness.

He heard muffled voices as the two men talked, then the car shifted as Yoongi slid inside the drivers seat. The car started and Namjoon lurched as the car started moving.

He struggled to get free of the ropes in the small space, kicking at the walls and groaning in frustration.

Fucking Hyung, Namjoon glared. Fucking simp.

"Comfortable, pet?"

Namjoon was startled at the sudden noise, looking around the darkness for the source of Yoongi's voice.

"Speaker and a camera." Yoongi said by way of explanation. "I like keeping an eye on my toys no matter where they are. The best part about this is that you're the one who gave me the idea, pet."

He chuckled, and Namjoon groaned, flashing back to yesterday when he and Yoongi were driving to the sex store. He wouldn't have made the comment about being transported in the trunk if he knew Yoongi was going to steal the idea.

"I'm a little disappointed in you, pet." Yoongi continued as the car made a turn. "You didn't question why I only restrained you with simple ropes? It didn't occur to you I hadn't made it a rule to not leave the house, when I put such strict rules in place for everything else?" He sighed. "Don't tell me I dumbed you down already."

Namjoon kicked out again, unable to reply back when he knew the collar would just shock him.

"I wanted you to leave the house, pet." Yoongi said. "Your collar doubles as a tracking device. I knew where you were at all times. I let you go because I wanted to see what you planned to do. Speaking to my former client? Tsk tsk, pet. Very naughty. That means you looked up his information on my computer. You know, that's the very same thing that got you in trouble the first time. You just don't learn, do you? That's fine, though. Gives me more excuses to teach you some lessons. Speaking of, you're going to learn a hard one once we get home. I hope you gained something useful out of your little adventure, because you won't be having another one. Ever."

The speaker clicked off and Namjoon was left in darkness and silence, thinking about what was waiting for him at home.