Yoongi's warnings to Namjoon double as a warning to readers; FYI.

I won't be putting tags or scene warnings at the beginning of chapters for this story, so read at your own risk. Dark themes ahead. Not tagging it as noncon on ao3 since the bet was made with full consent, but there will definitely be some extremely dubious consent scenes later on.

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Namjoon woke up with a yawn, stretching out on the comfortable bed as he slowly blinked open his eyes.

To his surprise, Yoongi wasn't in bed with him.

Usually, the little dom started his day by kissing Namjoon awake, making them both breakfast, and taking a shower together that was either kinky or relaxing, depending on the type of dreams they had the night before.

Namjoon wondered if this was part of the bet as he sat up and pushed the covers off.

Reflexively, he looked down at his boxers, lifting the hem up to make sure Yoongi hadn't locked a cock cage on him while Namjoon was sleeping.

Thankfully, his dick was free, and Namjoon wondered how long that would last.

Swinging his long legs off the bed, Namjoon raised his arms above his head to pop the remnants of sleep from his joints.

Sighing, he trudged down the hallway and stepped into the bathroom.

Yoongi wasn't there either, and Namjoon started to grow nervous as he brushed his teeth and hair.

He didn't want to think what the dom would be up to if he was in the red room.

Morning duties done, Namjoon headed down the stairs to the kitchen, surprised further by the fact Yoongi wasn't in this room either.

Looking over his shoulder, Namjoon poured himself a bowl of cereal, wondering if he was breaking a rule somehow. He sat at the table, muscles tense as he ate quickly, eyes trained on the doorway in case Yoongi suddenly entered.

He couldn't believe how fast he was growing paranoid.

He finished his breakfast and started washing the dishes, not wanting to give Yoongi an excuse to punish him.

What if Yoongi had left for work already?

Namjoon glanced hopefully at the time, but his heart seized when he saw it was only eight in the morning. Yoongi didn't leave until eight thirty.

Well, at least he had a small reprieve to look forward to- from nine to five, Monday through Friday Yoongi would be away at work.

Sure, the dom would probably have rules set in place for Namjoon to obey while he was gone, but the worst long distance punishment wouldn't be half as bad as a punishment given by Yoongi in person.

He only had to survive mornings, evenings and weekends.

And if Yoongi ever took days off.

And holidays.

Namjoon felt a little less better.

"There you are."

Namjoon yelped in surprise, the bowl tumbling from his hands to rattle around loudly in the sink.

"On edge, pet?" Yoongi smirked, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

Namjoon scowled, ignoring how sexy Yoongi looked like that, especially when he ran a pale hand through his long black hair.

"Where are my thirty good morning kisses, asshole?" Namjoon scowled. "It's past eight and I'm already in a deficit."

"You really think you'll be getting morning kisses from me while the bet is active?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

"You really think you'll be able to stop yourself from giving me a few?" Namjoon laughed. "Kissing me is your favorite hobby."

"I don't think reality has set in yet for you, pet." Yoongi pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket and showed Namjoon the car keys he was holding. "Let's go."

"Go where?" Namjoon was immediately on edge. "To work with you?"

Yoongi chuckled. "I'm not going in today. My bratty sub and I have something much more important to do."

Namjoon looked down at himself, trying to pretend his heart hadn't just started to race. "Can I change first?"

"It doesn't matter what you wear." Yoongi pushed himself off the doorframe and walked out of sight.

That didn't bode well. Did that mean he was going to be naked?

Namjoon felt self conscious as he climbed into the car, wearing only his sleep shorts and a plaint T shirt.

"What, you're not going to make me lay in the trunk?" Namjoon scoffed as he pulled on his seatbelt.

"Maybe next time." Yoongi didn't look at him once as he drove. "Teach you that you're just a toy to be stored out of sight when I don't need you."

Namjoon looked at the doms hands. One was on top of the steering wheel and the other rested on the gearshift between their seats.

He wanted to reach out and grab Yoongi's hand and kiss his palm, to bring it up to his cheek and feel Yoongi's fingers brush over his dimple softly, cooing compliments and words of praise to him like Yoongi always did.

But Namjoon didn't. Because Yoongi was his enemy again.

He looked out the window, seeing they were heading into the city.

"Wow, let me guess." Namjoon huffed, leaning back in the seat and crossing his arms behind his head. "Shopping again? Pft. You're so predictable."

Yoongi stayed smiling, and the lack of response worried Namjoon more than if Yoongi had spoken.

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Yoongi parked at what looked like a professional office building, and Namjoon wondered if this was where the dom worked at his new role of an interpreter for the government.

"Let's go, pet." Yoongi was already halfway to the front door while Namjoon was still taking in the large skyscraper. It was all windows, showing a reflection of the outside instead of any insight as to what the inside was.

He climbed out of the car and hurried after the dom.

They went up the stone stairs and entered the lobby.

People were milling about, and a small bar was installed at the back of the vast, marble floored room.

Yoongi led Namjoon past all that and into an elevator.

The bellhop in the elevator nodded at them.

"Mr. Suga."

And Namjoon felt a knot tighten in his stomach.

If this guy knew Yoongi's BDSM alias, then this place wasn't going to be a good place for Namjoon.

"Lee." Yoongi hummed. "Basement level, please."

Namjoon looked at the buttons, but there wasn't one for a level lower than where they were now.

Until the bellhop took out a key card from his pocket and swiped it at a panel on the wall. It slid open, revealing six new buttons, two sets of three in a line going vertically.

Lee pressed the last one on the right and the elevator descended.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Namjoon muttered.

"You'll do well to bite your tongue while we're here, pet." Yoongi warned him as the elevator came to a halt.

Namjoon snorted, crossing his arms. "Bite my ass, perv."

The doors slid open and they stepped into the lower floor.

The walls were painted black and there were no windows. Soft bass music thumped from hidden speakers, set to a low volume. Rows and rows of sex paraphernalia ranging from latex suits to paddles to heavy chains went as far as the eye could see. The employees all wore skimpy black underwear with matching black collars and harnesses. They were all topless, even the women.

Namjoon bit his tongue.

"Wearing bras and panties will look like a vacation after today." Yoongi said, pushing Namjoon deeper into the room with a firm hand on the boys back.

Namjoon didn't doubt him; there wasn't a single item in here that seemed tame.

Not that he would admit that to the dom, of course.

"Welcome in, sir." A teenage boy in latex shorts and no shirt hurried over to them, ignoring Namjoon and bowing to Yoongi. "My name is Ezra. May I be of any assistance to you today?"

He was short, barely over five feet tall, and held a small tablet in his pale hands, which were shaking slightly. His nails were painted black with red tips.

Pouting he had been entirely dismissed, Namjoon glared at him. "You kiss your mother with that same mouth that kisses so much ass?"

To his great shock, a sudden kick to the back of his knees sent Namjoon crumpling to the floor.

Yoongi stood over him, a hand in the boys hair to keep him down. "My apologies, Ezra. It's still learning how to be a proper and polite submissive. Apologize, pet."

"Ow! Fuck you! Bastard!" Namjoon scowled, turning some heads in the normally quiet store. "That hurt!"

The hand in his hair tightened. "You will apologize to Ezra, pet. One way or another." Yoongi warned in a tone that didn't bode well for Namjoon.

The brat snorted and looked away, crossing his arms. "Never."

For a moment there was silence, and Namjoon wondered if Yoongi was going to kick him again.

"Very well, pet. You've made your choice. Don't say I didn't give you the chance to take the easy route." Yoongi faced the worker again. "I have a list of items I'd like to purchase, will you be able to assist me in locating them all?"

Ezra nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, sir! It would be an honor! What's the first item?"

"A corset."

Namjoon scoffed. "What am I, a girl?"

"They're right this way, sir!" Ezra was eager to help, and it annoyed Namjoon. "Down this aisle, allow me to show you!" He scampered off in excitement.

"Up, pet." Yoongi yanked on Namjoon's hair, pulling him to his feet.

"Ow, hey- OW!" Namjoon shouted, shoving Yoongi off. "What the hell, that actually hurt!"

"Walk." Yoongi nodded in the direction Ezra had gone.

"Fuck you."

"Sir?" A timid female voice asked, and they both turned to see a woman standing nearby, also holding a tablet.

Namjoon glared when he saw Yoongi's eyes drift down to her exposed chest.

"Yes?" Yoongi smiled politely.

She held out a set of padded cuffs. "These have our most durable chains, wrapped up in padded black leather for the sub's protection. If you would like to use these on your slave, these are our newest and best selling model of restraints. You can give them a free trial while you shop, and if you would like to purchase them, they're currently 15% off."

"Slave?!" Namjoon stared at her in disbelief. "Is that what you fucking think I am to him?"

"Those look perfect." Yoongi accepted them and she beamed proudly.

Namjoon stepped back as Yoongi held them up. "And what about my opinion, huh? What if I don't want to wear those?"

"Stop being difficult, pet." Yoongi huffed. "You're making a scene."

"Good!" Namjoon backed up as Yoongi advanced. His back hit a shelf and he could go no further, so he kicked out at the dom instead. "I'm not wearing those!"

"We offer fast acting sedatives too." The woman called.

"You shut up!" Namjoon growled. "Go put a fucking shirt on."

Yoongi acted with lightning speed; he grabbed Namjoon's hand while the boy was distracted and locked one cuff around his wrist.

"Ah! Damnit, you asshole!" Namjoon kicked at him again, holding his free hand as far away from Yoongi as he could reach.

Yoongi yanked the boy close and when Namjoon stumbled, he kneed the boy in the abdomen.

Namjoon choked as the breath was forced from his lungs, falling onto all fours on the ground.

Several people had come to watch the scene, and Namjoon's cheeks burned as they idly stood by and observed as Yoongi grabbed Namjoon's other hand and yanked it behind his back, cuffing his wrists together.

"The more difficult you are, the harsher I will act." Yoongi whispered in his ear. "I'll give you a hint right now, pet. Do everything I say, exactly when and how I say it, and your life will be relatively easy. Every time you disobey, things will only get worse. Compoundingly worse."

"Get off me, you bastard." Namjoon tried to headbutt him, but Yoongi was already standing. He hauled Namjoon to his feet, one hand on the boys cuffed wrists, the other on his neck.

"Can we resume our shopping without any further interruptions?" Yoongi asked sweetly.

"Kill yourself."

"Miss," Yoongi looked to the woman again. "I couldn't help but notice there is no key for these cuffs."

"Yes, I will show you how they lock and unlock." She hurried over to stand behind Namjoon, whispering something to the dom.

Namjoon tried to wrench his hands free when he felt the cuffs loosen slightly, but then they were tightened harder than before and he growled. "Get these fucking things off me!"

"Wonderful," Yoongi purred. "Thank you for your assistance. We will definitely be buying a few pairs. Would you mind setting up a bag and tab for me? Put three- no, four of these cuffs in to start."

"Right away, sir!" She tapped on her device, nearly giddy with the fact she had pleased the dom.

Namjoon hated that he didn't know how these cuffs worked and he didn't like that people were still staring at him.

"What? You've never seen a sub with a backbone before?" He snapped at them.

"Come along now, pet." Yoongi steered the boy with the hand on his neck down the aisle. "Apologies for the wait," the dom told Ezra, whose eyes were wide open. "Like I said, he's still learning."

"That's alright, sir." Ezra only had eyes for Yoongi, ignoring Namjoon as if he wasn't even there. "And, sir, if I may be permitted to ask a personal question...?"

"Yes?"

"Are you, by chance... the famous dom? Suga?"

Ah, so that explained it. The boy was a fan. Namjoon rolled his eyes at how lame Ezra was acting in front of Yoongi.

"Don't tell me you like this pervert!" He scoffed.

Yoongi slapped a hand over the boys mouth. "Yes, that's me. Forgive me, I don't recall you having a session with me before."

"Oh, no," Ezra blushed. "I didn't, I already have a dom. Two actually, they're married. I was their pool boy, until one thing led to another and, well, you don't care about that. I just wanted to say I've heard and read a lot about you, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He finally looked at Namjoon. "And you must be his sub. I heard about you as well. The incident at the mansion, about Caine and Varia. And how you're the worst behaved sub in the world."

"Ezra, go jump off a fucking building." Namjoon groaned.

"Did you want an autograph?" Namjoon could hear the smirk in Yoongi's tone and it set his teeth on edge.

Ezra blushed bright pink. "I would love that, sir, truly. But actually, I was wondering, I mean, I know you have a partner already, but if would be okay with you-"

"Spit it out already!" Namjoon stomped his foot. "I'm tired of this place!"

Ezra was startled, but the jumpscare helped to get his words out.

"C-could I have a kiss, sir? On the cheek?"

"What?!" Namjoon exclaimed. "No! He's my fucking boyfriend!"

"Behave, pet." Yoongi put his hands on the boys shoulders and pushed hard until Namjoon was forced to sit on the floor.

"Yoongi! What the fuck- don't you dare kiss him!" Namjoon shouted as he watched in horror as Yoongi stepped in close to the boy.

The dom leaned down and placed a hand on Ezra's shoulder, tilting his head slightly to press a soft kiss on his cheek.

Namjoon stared, mouth open.

Ezra blushed harder, hiding his face in his hands. "Thank you sir, thank you! I can't believe that happened- the other subs won't believe me!"

"A small thank you for having to deal with my bratty pet." Yoongi shot Namjoon a look. "Maybe now it'll realize the game it's playing. After all, I gave it the chance to apologize and it didn't take it, so I did it instead."

"So this is my fault?" Namjoon bared his teeth. "You kiss another guy right in front of me and I'm the one to blame?"

"Yes." Yoongi said simply, reaching down to haul him up by his hair again.

Namjoon quickly stood, not wanting a repeat of last time. His head still ached from it.

"So, the corsets." Ezra turned and faced the rack of clothing. "Do you know what size your slave is?"

"I'm not his fucking slave, god damn it!"

Yoongi put a hand over Namjoon's mouth again. "It doesn't matter, we want a tight one. Preferably black. No lace."

Ezra leafed through the corsets before pulling out two, one in each hand. "Let's try these on to start, then."

Namjoon stepped back as Ezra advanced with them, but he backed into Yoongi and had nowhere else to go, so he watched with hatred as the employee wrapped the corset around his torso. The strings in the back got tightened, and then tightened more, and then another yank tightened it further until Namjoon was struggling to breathe.

"What do you think?" Ezra asked as Yoongi came to stand in front of Namjoon, head cocked as he looked the dimpled boy over.

"Hmm, not bad. What size is it?"

"A medium, sir."

"Let's try a small."

"You're trying..." Namjoon gasped out, jerking his hands apart as far as the small chain would allow in an attempt to break them. "To... kill me."

"Don't be so dramatic, pet. Woman wear these all the time, even to sleep. They wear them while at work and when taking care of children. Even while exercising. You're fine."

"We should take his shirt off, so we can get a better estimate of the fit." Ezra informed Yoongi.

"Good idea. Got a knife?"

"You fucking would," Namjoon glowered at Ezra, who had the nerve to smile back.

A box cutter was produced from another employee, who stayed to watch while Yoongi removed the corset and cut through Namjoon's T shirt easily.

Namjoon stayed still, eyeing the sharp blade. The old Yoongi never would have cut him, but Namjoon wasn't too sure about the intentions of the new Yoongi.

Yoongi noticed Namjoon's gaze and smirked. He held the blade up to the boys face and leaned in close.

"If I thought you would look good with scars, I would." He whispered, reading Namjoon's mind. "Don't piss me off or I might just change my mind."

The shirt fell in strips to the floor, and then Namjoon was bare chested like all the employees.

The second corset was leather and smaller than the first one.

"It's a waist corset," Ezra explained as he pulled it tight around Namjoon's stomach. It reached from the top of his navel to just below his pecs. As the strings in the back were pulled tight, the leather constricted against Namjoon's abs and pushed his pecs up.

Yoongi reached out and placed his hand over one, squeezing the newfound flesh. "We'll take this one, Ezra. The brat will wear it out of the store. Add it to my tab."

"Yes, sir." Ezra tapped happily on his device and Namjoon wanted to kick him. "What else is on your list, sir?"

"A cage."

Namjoon shot a look at Yoongi immediately. "I know that's not for me."

"Quiet, pet. Unless you're going to apologize, or offer to suck my cock, I don't want to hear any words out of you." Yoongi didn't look at him as he pushed Namjoon after Ezra as the boy led them down an aisle.

"Fuck you, pervert bastard." Namjoon snapped. "And fuck this pervert shop. I hate it here."

"We have a vast array of cages, sir." Ezra was eager to help the dom, once again ignoring Namjoon. "What size were you looking for?"

They stopped in front of a wall that was lined with cages, ranging from metal bars to plastic kennels, small enough to fit a bunny in to large enough to fit five standing people.

Yoongi looked Namjoon over. "Small. Metal. Preferably painted black. We're going for a matching aesthetic for all its new toys."

Ezra checked his tablet. "We have a four feet by four feet in black, would you like to try it out?"

"No." Namjoon butted in. "We would not."

As if Namjoon hadn't even spoken, Ezra looked only at Yoongi and waited for his confirmation.

"Yes, please." Yoongi said, hands crossed behind his back.

Ezra quickly located the cage and brought it out to them. It was small, with black bars running vertically from the flat base of the bottom up to the equally flat roof.

"It's made of titanium aluminum, so it won't rust if it gets wet, and has a ten year warranty for free oil check ups on the hinges." Ezra listed off the other features as Yoongi studied it.

Yoongi nudged Namjoon with his shoe. "In."

"You're out of your damn pervert mind if you think I'm willingly crawling in there." Namjoon snorted and turned his head away.

"Would you like a gag for him, sir?" Ezra asked hopefully.

"Will you shut up already?" Namjoon demanded. "He's not going to fall in love with you if you find him the perfect pervert toy to use on me- go back to your dom pair or clean a pool or some shit."

"A gag would be lovely." Yoongi said, once again putting his hand over Namjoon's mouth.

He faced the sub as Ezra scurried off. "You're really bratting it up today, pet."

He removed his hand so Namjoon could talk.

"Why did you kiss him?" Namjoon demanded. "The bet didn't say you could cheat on me! You gave him my morning kiss!"

"Do you admit defeat?"

"Fuck no! Fuck you, asshole. Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou-"

"This one is also a new item of ours," Ezra returned, holding up a roll of thick black tape and a small vial of clear liquid. "Its glue is 20 times stronger than normal duct tape, so it can't be worked off with jaw motion or tongue use. You can rip it off for a pain slut, or to remove it without that you just put a few drops of this solvent over the tape. It seeps through and disables the glue. The tape will fall off the skin on its own after a minute or so."

"Interesting." Yoongi took the tape and ripped off a strip.

Namjoon shook his head wildly. "No! Do not put that on me Yoongi, I swear to God-"

"So you'll behave and be quiet then?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, holding up the tape as a warning.

Namjoon hesitated, before giving a small nod.

"Apologize to Ezra."

"Hell no! Fuck that guy!"

Yoongi's hand whizzed through the air, slapping the tape diagonally over Namjoon's lips before the boy even had time to flinch.

"Mmph!" Namjoon stumbled back, his bound hands unable to help balance him and he crashed onto his ass on the floor.

Yoongi was straddling him instantly, ripping off another strip to place diagonally over the first piece, effectively gagging Namjoon's mouth with a black X.

Namjoon tried to kick him, but with Yoongi sitting above his legs it looked more like he was throwing a tantrum- which he was.

"Now," Yoongi calmly stood up and opened the cage door. "In."

Humiliated and angry, Namjoon decided he just wanted to get out of his place as fast as possible, and he crawled into the cage.

The door swung shut behind him, clicking into place to leave him trapped inside. It was small- even with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head bent to rest on them, he was still squeezed on all sides from the walls of the cage. With the corset on, Namjoon was finding it hard to breathe.

Yoongi walked slowly around the cage as Ezra babbled off more details about it. "Very good. We'll take it. As well as one in the next size up. I assume that one is five by five feet?"

"Yes sir. We have a sale going on- buy one cage get one free!"

Yoongi chuckled. "I'll pay full price. Keep the extra as a tip."

"Wow- thank you so much sir! You're really as kind as everyone says you are!"

Namjoon, in his present condition, did not agree.

Thankfully, the cage was unlocked and carried away to be shipped to Yoongi's house with same day delivery.

Namjoon was relieved as he was finally able to straighten out. He inhaled deeply through his nose, wanting this stupid, restrictive corset off already.

He wanted to ask Yoongi if they were done yet, but his question was answered when Yoongi asked his next question.

"Where are the high heels?"

Mentally groaning, Namjoon followed them to another aisle, very aware of the fact people were watching them, whispering as they pointed to the way he was gagged and bound.

There were exposed tits out and yet Namjoon was still the main attraction.

"We have wedges and pumps too!" The ever eager to please Ezra said, showing Yoongi the rows and rows of shoes.

"What do you think of these, pet?" Yoongi held up a pair of matte black three inch heels.

Namjoon just blinked slowly at him, wanting this day to be over.

"You're right, why am I bothering to ask a lowly slave what its opinion is?" Yoongi laughed and grabbed the four inch heels. "We'll take these."

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After adding some more shoes, ropes, plugs, chest harnesses, a carton of aphrodisiac powder and a set of dildo gags to his tab, Yoongi finally dragged Namjoon to the register.

"Last chance to apologize, pet." Yoongi said as the items were scanned and bagged.

The last thing Namjoon wanted to do was say sorry to the guy who had been kissing Yoongi's ass all day, the same boy who Yoongi had kissed, and he shook his head defiantly, glaring at Yoongi to show him how stubborn he was going to be about this.

Yoongi shrugged. "We'll come back here, pet. And you'll regret not listening to me the first time."

Namjoon believed that, but he still didn't change his mind.

"Here you are, Mr. Suga, sir." Another topless girl was handing Yoongi his bags. "Can I carry them out for you?"

"We parked outside," Yoongi smiled in apology. "Maybe next time."

She looked genuinely upset that she couldn't help Yoongi further.

"Let's go, pet." Yoongi guided Namjoon back to the elevators.

Namjoon had expected to be freed from the tape, corset and cuffs when they rode back up to the first floor, but Yoongi ignored him.

"Mmff!" Namjoon stomped his foot when Yoongi stepped off the elevator after the doors opened.

"Come on," Yoongi raised his hand above his head, snapping his fingers, not bothering to turn around.

His cheeks burned red as Namjoon took in all the people walking around, but he finally stepped out and hurried to catch up with Yoongi. Despite being taller than the dom, Namjoon tried to hide behind him as people turned to stare at him as they walked across the foyer. Despite this building being a business place for the sex field, people still had their attention caught by people who were dressed like Namjoon.

Namjoon raced down the steps and kicked at the car as Yoongi took his sweet time unlocking the doors. He had never been this publicly humiliated before.

Yoongi put the bags in the backseat and slid into the drivers spot. He started the car and adjusted the radio before finally reaching across to open Namjoon's door for him.

Muffled angry shouts drowned out the radio, but Yoongi ignored them as he pulled Namjoon's seatbelt on for him and shut the door.

He drove until they hit a red light, congested with traffic, before pulling out the solvent vial. Yoongi tipped it over his finger, letting a few drops gather before he rubbed it over the tape on Namjoon's mouth.

"Be funny if this didn't work, huh?" Yoongi grinned.

Namjoon knew he had to wait a minute before the tape was disabled, but he still struggled with it relentlessly until it finally peeled off.

"I'd ask if it had fun today, but I don't care about its opinion." Yoongi said, focusing on the road as the light turned green.

"You're changing my pronouns to 'it', now?" Namjoon growled, still struggling with the cuffs.

"Of course. I told it, it's my toy."

"Yeah? You think you're making it harder for me, but you're actually only making it worse for yourself. All this degradation is going to eat at you until you crack. I know you feel guilty about that kiss. I bet it's eroding your heart right now. I bet you wish you had kissed me instead. Kissed my dimple and called me your favorite, sweet boy. I know you're dying to do that. You're always dying to do that."

"It's projecting."

"This is the longest you've gone without kissing me." Namjoon gave him a smug smile. "I know you miss it. You love loving me. You won't be able to resist calling me sub again, or caressing my face or gently brushing my hair."

He settled back in his seat with a sigh. "You'll cave in sooner than later, Min Yoongi."

And despite all that had happened this morning, Namjoon closed his eyes with a confident smile.