Namjoon kicked and struggled in the confined space of the trunk all the way back to Yoongi's house.

He knew it was better to save his energy, but he was mad he had been betrayed and wanted to damage Yoongi's expensive car. He hoped he had managed to stomp on the camera- wherever it was installed.

The car parked and Namjoon went still, preparing to jam his bound legs into Yoongi's face the moment the trunk opened.

When it did, Namjoon was surprised to see only the bright blue sky.

He sat up and was suddenly attacked from behind. An arm wrapped around his neck while something sharp pierced his arm.

"Ah!" Namjoon cried out, throwing Yoongi off him. "What-"

The collar delivered a powerful zap to him, and Namjoon clamped his mouth shut.

"Small sedative," Yoongi spun the needle around his fingers as he watched Namjoon already struggle to keep his eyes open. "Don't worry, pet. It won't last long. I have to get back to work soon so I didn't want to waste time dealing with your pointless struggles."

Namjoon fell back inside the trunk when he lost the ability to move his muscles. His vision wavered and turned blurry, but didn't vanish.

He felt hands on him, lifting him out of the trunk. He was half carried, half dragged up the driveway to the house.

If any of the neighbors happened to be watching, Namjoon knew they were used to this kind of scene from Yoongi.

The dom dragged the boy through the living room, past the office, down the stairs and into the red room.

He dropped Namjoon to the ground and began assembling something in the corner.

Namjoon couldn't make out what it was with his imperfect vision but he knew he wasn't going to like it. He tried to move his legs, to sit up, to wiggle a finger, but the sedative weighed heavily in his veins.

Finally, Yoongi came back. He dragged Namjoon to the corner, pushing the boy to lay on his front. Yoongi untied the ropes, setting them aside.

"Put on a good show, pet." Yoongi ordered, but Namjoon wasn't sure what that meant; they were alone in the room.

Something heavy was set up behind him and thick straps around his thighs and ankles bound Namjoon to whatever it was. Another strap was wrapped around his hips, lifting them up so Namjoon was forced onto his hands and knees. His ass was facing the door and his head was to the wall, and Namjoon didn't like that. He couldn't see 99% of the room, and anyone coming in could see him exposed immediately.

Scissors entered his vision before cutting the panties off him, and Yoongi undid the harness at his chest so that Namjoon was naked, except for the collar.

A spreader bar for his hands kept them shoulder width apart, then Yoongi bolted it to the floor.

By now, the sedative was wearing off, but the restraints held Namjoon on all fours.

Yoongi tied a rope around Namjoon's neck loosely, connecting it to a hook in the ceiling so that Namjoon couldn't lower his head.

"I'm turning off the collar, pet." Yoongi informed him as he worked. "I want to hear your pretty moans and cries."

Namjoon assumed it was some sort of fucking machine behind him, based on the position he was in, and he snorted.

Really? Overstimulation? That was his whole punishment? Sure it would be a lot to endure every now and then, but Yoongi hadn't put a cock ring on him, so Namjoon could cum as many times as he wanted. Besides, his stamina had increased after living with Yoongi for so long; he was confident he could handle this punishment. And, even better, he was already stretched from the plug so whatever dildo Yoongi chose wouldn't be that bad.

Namjoon fought the urge to smirk.

Yoongi was loosing his touch.

That, or his domspace was starting to crack.

The dom surprised the boy by gently reaching out to brush Namjoon's hair out of his eyes.

"I'm going to do you a favor pet. I'm going to gag you so you can't say your safeword. Believe me, it's a kindness. What I'm about to do will make you want to safeword to end it. But I won't give you the chance to say it. Because you're going to want to save it for later. All three of them."

"Wait- what?! Yoongi- !"

A ring gag was forced into his mouth and Namjoon let out a muffled protest as Yoongi locked the buckle in place behind the boys head.

He didn't like gags that held his mouth open; he was unable to swallow and hated the debauchery of having his own drool run down his face and chest.

His heart started to pound at the dom's words. Was this not going to be a simple overstimulation punishment then? Yoongi couldn't just prevent him from safewording! That defeated the whole purpose of the safeword!

Namjoon shifted his weight nervously, knots forming in his stomach when he started to think he bad underestimated the dom once more.

Yoongi attached something to the wall in front of Namjoon's face, and in the dark red light Namjoon was confused to see it was simply a piece of string with a clip on the end.

Then Yoongi reached two fingers into Namjoon's forced open mouth and grabbed his tongue, pulling it out.

"Ahff!" Namjoon tried to move away, but all the restraints held him immobile, and he could only watch helplessly as Yoongi clipped the string to the tip of Namjoon's tongue; forcing it to be held out of the boys mouth.

Already, the drool began to spill from the corners of Namjoon's mouth.

Humiliated, Namjoon glared up at Yoongi.

Yoongi checked his watch. "For the next six hours, have fun, pet."

With the string and clip in place, Namjoon couldn't turn his head to look behind him, so when the plug was suddenly pulled out of his ass, he cried out in surprise.

Something much bigger than a plug pushed at his entrance, and Namjoon stiffened when the true size of it was revealed as it went deeper and deeper inside of him.

The dildo was ribbed for extra sensation, and Namjoon felt it finally halt deep in his guts. His rim fluttered around the end of the toy, stretched and full.

A mechanical noise was heard as Yoongi adjusted the machine, raising the rod and dildo higher so that Namjoon was forced to lower his chest and raise his ass. Just when the boy thought the dildo was going to rip a new hole for him, Yoongi stopped the adjustment.

Finally, the dom set a tripod up a few feet away from Namjoon, angling the lens to get a good picture of his current state.

Namjoon felt uneasy knowing he was being recorded. This must be what Yoongi meant by putting on a good show.

He whined, drool running down his chin to the floor.

"Dom is going back to work now." Yoongi finally spoke to the boy. "This punishment is not an excuse to slack on your task today, pet: think about how you can best please me. Moan nice and load for the ladies and gentlemen watching you, pet. They have high standards. When I get back, I'll see if you learned your lesson about disobeying me. If not, I'll leave the machine on all night and check on you in the morning."

He fiddled with the machine, and the heavy, large dildo started to move.

Namjoon heard Yoongi walk away, heard the door open and shut, then lock, and then all he could hear was the machine as it started to pump into him.

At first it wasn't bad, the ribbed texture felt delicious against Namjoon's walls, even if the tip of it was poking his lungs with every thrust.

His tongue hurt from the clip but even that was still manageable. The drool was irritating and embarrassing, but Namjoon ignored it, as well as the camera.

He could feel his orgasm build as the large toy fucked him so well.

It continued at a slowly increasing pace, until Namjoon was being pushed forward with every thrust.

He huffed around the gag, sweat starting to form on his bare skin. The chill of the room left quickly as his orgasm rose. He tried to reposition his hands and knees, but couldn't.

Then, just before Namjoon could cum, the toy changed angles. Its base rose higher in the air, aiming diagonally into Namjoon's ass now.

It suddenly pushed deeper into him, until part of the rod itself was in the boys ass.

Namjoon gurgled around the gag, gasping for breath and the abrupt and complete fullness.

The dildo then vibrated at such an intensity that the machine itself was shaking, rattling on the floorboards.

Namjoon's vision whited out as he came suddenly, forcefully, fully, and untouched.

He moaned, arms shaking as the toy continued to vibrate so hard and so deep in him. It felt like his bones were rattling from the powerful toy.

Namjoon was immediately oversensitive, whimpering through the gag as the toy kept shaking his walls. The ribbing on the toy was suddenly Namjoon's biggest enemy.

Then the dildo stopped vibrating and resumed pounding into the boy harder, enough to jostle him in the heavy restraints.

Namjoon moaned again, closing his eyes as reality set in.

The toy was on a cycle; Namjoon had to endure the combination of fucking and vibrating for the next six hours.

The dildo punched deep into him again as the powerful vibrations shook Namjoon's entire body from the inside out and Namjoon came yet again, still untouched.

Namjoon whimpered at the growing puddle of cum, sweat, tears and drool slowly surrounded him.

The camera stood nearby, steadily recording his bitching.

And Namjoon now understood why Yoongi wouldn't let him safeword.

-

Unbeknownst to Namjoon, Yoongi was watching the stream from his phone at work.

Comment after comment poured in, with monetary donations rising every second.

Yoongi smiled, lazily stroking his cock from the privacy of a bathroom stall as he read the shocked and horny comments.

Again, many of them were talking about Namjoon and how they wanted to own him and fuck him.

"Too bad," Yoongi sighed as he tossed his head back. "He's mine. It's all mine."

He came at the same time Namjoon did on screen. But unlike the bound boy, Yoongi stopped his own stimulation and cleaned himself up.

Five hours to go.

-

Yoongi checked on the stream throughout the day, watching as the white puddle beneath the toys abdomen expanded with every orgasm it was forced through.

The toys whimpers and moans were picked up nicely by the camera, and its cries brought Yoongi to another orgasm.

Eventually, the toy was shuddering through dry orgasms, having long since run out of anything more to give.

The comments were still pinging Yoongi's phone every second, and the money counter on the side was rising, rising, rising.

Not that the dom needed extra income, of course. He just liked the idea of buying items for his toy with the money brought in by the toy making sex tapes. Especially when the toy wasn't even aware of it.

And then Yoongi got the text.

Assuming it was from Hyung, Yoongi was about to swipe it away, but then he saw it was from Sai.

With one last look at Namjoon sobbing brokenly through another dry orgasm, Yoongi tapped on the text and it loaded his messages app.

Sai was another dom in the BDSM community and one of Yoongi's good friends. He had even watched over Namjoon for a weekend while Yoongi was away on business.

Sai: I hope this Thursday afternoon is finding you well, Suga. I noticed the livestream, and though I'll admit I'm a little concerned at the extremity of it, I trust you know what you're doing. Do bring Namjoon back over sometime, I miss the little sub. I also wanted to talk to you about something. Are you free tonight for dinner?

Yoongi: Tonight is a little tight. What did you need to talk about? I can take a fifteen minute break from work.

Sai: It's not something I'm eager to share over the phone. I have reservations at Accardi's at seven for us.

Yoongi chuckled. As a fellow dom, Sai wasn't used to being denied.

Yoongi: Alright, I'll be there. Our usual spot?

Sai: You know it. Give Namjoon my best regards. Also, a very thorough bath. Poor thing looks like he really needs it. xx

-

Namjoon was trying so hard to pass out, but everytime his arms started to give out, the rope around his neck choked him, bringing him back to nightmare that was the present.

He sobbed, wet with drool, sweat, cum and tears. The puddle of cum his hands and knees kept sliding on had started to dry, since he had no more to give.

His arms and thighs were shaking with the strain of keeping himself up as the toy drained his energy.

The dildo vibrated again and Namjoon suffered through another dry orgasm that brought him down once again. The rope yanked on his neck, and he forced himself back up. He didn't have any more tears, and could only breathe heavily through the gag, eyes half closed.

The whir of the machine was loud, and he didn't hear the door unlock or open, and was only roused from his mindless suffering when hands touched him.

He moaned as the clip was removed from his tongue, and when the rope was untied he collapsed immediately. He couldn't even cry out when the dildo started vibrating again, shuddering his whole body.

By the time the toy was powered off, Namjoon was unconscious.

-

Yoongi stood by the camera, still set up on the tripod.

After a moment, he reached out and turned it off.

He knew the comments would be upset at the sudden end of the stream, but that was the last thing on the doms mind.

He walked over to the passed out boy and knelt down, hovering on his toes to avoid putting his knees in the puddle of fluids.

He removed the straps and spreader bar, freeing Namjoon. He grunted as he pulled the boy off the dildo, a little amazed at the sheer length of the toy.

Namjoon moaned when he was finally rid of it, but didn't open his eyes.

With a sigh, Yoongi set him down and walked to a spigot on the wall. It was connected to a long hose, and when Yoongi turned it on and gripped the handle, a powerful spray of water shot out.

Yoongi aimed it at the puddle of cum and sweat, clearing it away to be washed down a drain installed in the floor. He made sure he got every last bit, before aiming the nozzle at Namjoon.

His hand shook as he wrapped his fingers around the handle again, but he couldn't make himself press it. Couldn't blast Namjoon with the water.

With a huff, Yoongi tossed the hose aside and walked to the boy. He gathered him in his arms and carried him to the bathroom, laying the boy down inside the tub.

Namjoon moaned as he was jostled, but didn't wake up.

Yoongi crouched down outside the tub, unlocking the collar from the boys neck.

The skin was pink there and Namjoon shuddered when Yoongi trailed his fingertips over it.

Standing up, Yoongi went to the cabinet and pulled out the first aid kit. Opening it, he took out the tube of burn cream and a small bit of gauze.

Back at the tub, he squirted some cream onto Namjoon's neck and rubbed it over the inflamed skin. Prying the boys mouth open, Yoongi dabbed at his tongue, where the clip had made it bleed.

He turned the water on and grabbed a washcloth, scrubbing off the sweat from Namjoon's body. Cum slid off the cinnamon skin, swirling in gobs around the drain before falling through. Yoongi carefully cleaned Namjoon's face off, pausing to briefly hold the boys jaw in his hand and stare at his lips.

He cupped some water in his hands, carefully tilting an ounce at a time into the boys open mouth. Reflexively, Namjoon swallowed it, coughing slightly. Yoongi repeated the action a few more times, until he was sure the boy had replenished enough fluid.

Shutting off the water, Yoongi rubbed towels over Namjoon's body. When he got to the boys cock, he grabbed it and stroked it with mild interest, watching as Namjoon winced, then panted out soft gasps, then tensed as his whole body seized with another dry orgasm.

Chuckling, Yoongi tossed the towels aside and lifted Namjoon out, carrying him back up to his bedroom.

He laid the boy down on the floor in front of the cage and reapplied the collar, making it a tiny bit looser this time. He grabbed a chain that was connected to the wall and locked it around the boys ankle, ensuring Namjoon couldn't reach the window or the door.

Yoongi checked his watch; 6:30. He would have to leave now if he wanted to be on time to dinner.

With a last look at the passed out boy, Yoongi left.

-

Accardi's was packed when Yoongi got there, but the hostess knew him and guided him past the line of people waiting all the way to a private booth in the back corner.

The leather seats were red and a lit candle in the middle of the table offered a warm glow.

Sai smiled at him, setting down his menu. "Suga, it's so good to see you again. How have you been?"

"Fine, the usual." Yoongi slid in beside him and grabbed a glass of wine.

"The usual being Namjoon?"

"He's a handful." Yoongi tossed back the glass. "But I wouldn't have him any other way."

"I understand, I can see why." Sai set his own wine glass down. "Suga, I wanted to talk to you about a rumor."

Yoongi frowned. "Really? You brought me out here just for some gossip? This could have been said over the phone, I'm not interested in who is cheating on who, or who got a boob job."

Sai shook his head. "I wouldn't waste your time with pointless things like that. The rumor is about you, Suga."

Yoongi was surprised. "Me?" He shrugged. "I don't care what people think or say, it's always been like this. I'm small, so I must be a submissive. I'm pretty, so I must be dumb."

"Actually, it's about you and Namjoon." Sai clarified, then leaned in, and Yoongi followed suit. "The rumor is that you two had a bet going on two years ago."

Yoongi laughed and waved it off. "We did. So what if people know? I knew it might piss off some of the community by making a wager about BDSM, but-"

"They're not talking about that aspect of it." Sai was frowning. "They're saying you lost."

The din of the restaurant suddenly faded into nothing, and all Yoongi could hear was the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.

How... how could anyone have found out about the bet? More importantly, how could anyone know the results...? Only Namjoon knew the results- Yoongi didn't even know. He hadn't seen the papers, the ones that held the final accounting of the BDSM tests Namjoon had taken. Namjoon was going to tell him, but Yoongi had interrupted before he could. To Yoongi, it didn't matter who won or lost. He just wanted to be with Namjoon.

And Namjoon had agreed, because he left the papers out in the rain to get destroyed.

Yoongi had never thought about the results again.

Had he... had he lost?

All this time... Namjoon had been living with the dom... knowing he had won... never saying anything about it to Yoongi...

All this time...

Sai was still talking. "It's all the doms and switches are talking about. They're saying if such a well known dominant like you could make such a serious bet and then lose it to a bratty sub, a boy not even out of high school yet... that, well... you don't deserve to have the status of a dominant anymore."

A hand touched Yoongi's, bringing him back to the present.

"Yoongi," Sai's tone was serious, his expression grim. "They want to take away your dom privileges."

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Torn between having soft dom yoongi appear occasionally cuz I live vicariously thru him and I miss kissing/babying/spoiling Nyummie but also hard dom yoongi is the whole plot and I have so many ideas I wanna get to HNNNNNNNNNNNNN-

What do yall think about the chapter titles uwu