Yoongi left the toy locked in its room as he went back to his car.

Starting it up, Yoongi pulled up a very old address from his archived emails and began driving.

-

Yoongi stopped in front of a large house, parking in the street since he didn't want to leave his car on the property. Peering out the window, he grimaced at the fancy abode.

He didn't want to go in.

But he needed answers.

Yoongi unclipped his seatbelt, and as he did his eyes caught sight of the paper still resting on the seat next to him. 

The results he had gotten from the courthouse. 

He hadn't looked at them still. Despite winning over and over again against the toy, if it had won their previous bet then it was still winning no matter what Yoongi did to it. Because he couldn't change the past.

Ignoring the paper again today, Yoongi shoved it into the glove compartment and climbed out of the car and hurried up the marbled driveway. On the front steps, Yoongi rang the doorbell and listened to music chime inside.

A few moments later, the door unlocked and opened and for the first time since he had gotten the man expelled from the mansion, Yoongi was standing face to face with Caine.

The man raised an eyebrow as he looked Yoongi over. "Well, well... the infamous sub. On my doorstep."

"Not a sub." Yoongi glared. "And I never was."

"You were for me." Caine grinned, leaning against the doorway. "Once."

"I'm not here to talk about that." Yoongi crossed his arms. "I know what you did."

Caine rolled his eyes. "That was two years ago. And, thanks to you freaking out, everyone knows what I did."

"I'm not talking about the stunt you and your girlfriend pulled back at the mansion." Yoongi snapped. 

"Actually, I'm his wife now." Varia said, coming up behind Caine. She stood on her tip toes and they kissed.

Yoongi groaned. "Of course you are. Psychopaths always get together."

"Why don't you come inside, Yoongi?" She smiled at him. 

"Pass, witch. I'm just here to-"

"Nonsense!" Caine grabbed Yoongi's arm suddenly and yanked him over the threshold. 

"Get off me!" Yoongi shoved him away immediately. He turned to leave but Varia shut the door and stood in front of it, her arms crossed and her red lips smirking. 

"Come on, stay awhile." Caine chuckled. "It's been two years since we saw you and, what's that kids name?"

"Don't pretend you don't remember." Yoongi could feel another headache coming and he pressed his hand to his forehead. He wanted to take a pill but his painkillers had been left in the car. 

"Yeah, you're right. I remember. I remember him a whole lot." Caine grinned. "I remember kissing him and touching him and throwing him on a bed-"

"Shut up." Yoongi growled. "I told you, I'm not here to talk about what happened before."

"You're right, me neither." Caine came up behind him and put his hands on Yoongi's shoulders, forcing a massage on the dom. "You look like you could use a drink. Let's go toss back some scotch and catch up. I've missed you, Yoongs."

Yoongi shook him off. "No. And don't call me that. I didn't come here to stay and chat. I just-"

"I'll get the drinks." Varia skipped off to the kitchen, and a moment later Yoongi heard the sound of glasses clinking.

"Come on," Caine guided Yoongi to the living room. "A lot has changed in two years."

The living room was large, with windows facing their sprawling lawn. A flat screen TV showed a sports game on mute and a fire crackled in the marble fireplace underneath it.

Caine pushed Yoongi onto the couch. "Let's catch up. Don't you want to know how we've been after you got us blacklisted from almost every place coveted by the BDSM community?"

"No." Yoongi stood up. "You deserved what you got."

"You're right about that." Varia said, blocking Yoongi's exit again as she entered the living room holding a tray of drinks. 

Yoongi paused, watching her set the tray down on the coffee table. "You're... glad?"

"Very much so." Caine held his arm out to her and she kissed him again as she hugged him. 

"Ever since that night, we got messages from subs and switches everywhere who had heard about the scene we did with your boy." Varia giggled. "They wanted to experience the same thing."

"So we started charging and planning and one thing led to another and boom," Caine grabbed a drink off the tray. "Now we have hundreds of customers and a big ass house."

"You charge people to fake rape them?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

"It's consensual non consent." Caine grabbed a drink off the tray. "You know the term, don't be judgey. It's more popular than people realize."

"We give them what they want." Varia said. "And what they want is to be overpowered and made to take it."

Yoongi shook his head. "Whatever. I don't care what you freaks do for a living."

Varia grabbed a drink and held it out to him. "Come on, let's celebrate."

"Celebrate what?" Yoongi glared, not accepting the drink. Knowing them, it was probably drugged. "How you're getting back at me by ruining my reputation with that rumor you two started?"

Ah," Caine tossed back his drink and poured another. "Let's talk about that, shall we?"

"Just admit you started it." Yoongi crossed his arms. "You had the means and the motive to want my status reduced in the community."

Caine smiled at him, letting his eyes roam over the dom's body. "Well, I have been saying it since day one. You would make a prized submissive. A true trophy for whatever lucky dom got to hold your leash. You were always the prettiest, Yoongs. Still are."

Before Yoongi could respond, or punch him, Caine continued.

"But I didn't start the rumor, Yoongi. However, I'd sure like to shake the hand of whoever did."

Yoongi stood there, not believing him. 

"It's true," Varia said, grabbing her own drink. "We've been so busy with our new clients that we hadn't had time to hang out in public in months. We stopped in at Charm recently, that was the first time we had a night off."

"And that's where we heard some people talking." Caine stepped closer to him. "Saying things like you and that boy had made a bet."

Varia stepped up to Yoongi too, making the dom take a step back. "A bet about who was more dominant, specifically."

"And that you had lost that bet." Caine was against him now, caging Yoongi between them. "They were saying that Namjoon was more of a dom than you."

"That's not true." Yoongi grit out. He wanted to shove them away, but that would give them the satisfaction of knowing they had made him uneasy. 

"Shhh," Caine cooed, pressing his finger over Yoongi's lips. "You don't have to lie here, this is a safe place for subs to be who they really are."

"I don't have a rape fantasy." Yoongi jerked his head away from the touch.

"But you are a sub." Varia grinned, wrapping her arms around Yoongi from behind. 

"Get off-"

"We've all known it." Caine tilted Yoongi's head up forcefully so they could make eye contact. "It just took a bratty high schooler to prove it."

"I'm not a fucking sub." Yoongi growled. "And that rumor knows nothing about what really happened. I forfeited the bet on purpose, because I fell in love. I wasn't beaten by a high schooler."

"You don't have to lie anymore, Yoongs." Caine smiled at him, patting Yoongi's cheek. "We've been enemies for far too long. Now that the secret is out, you can finally accept your true nature. Come be my sub now. You know Varia and I will spoil you the way a pretty boy like you deserves."

"You're wrong and I'm leaving." Yoongi stated firmly, shoving Varia off him.

He turned to go and was abruptly grabbed. Varia snatched his hands and pulled them behind his back while Caine stood in front of him to block his way and corner him against the wall. 

"What the hell are you-"

"You won't be accepted as a dom in the community anyways." Caine said, grabbing a fistful of Yoongi's hair to roughly jerk his head back. "They're talking about taking away your privileges, I heard it. And a dom who was bitched into being a sub isn't going to have anyone volunteer to be their new dom. No one wants damaged goods."

"Let me go." Yoongi spat. He yanked his head out of Caine's grasp, but Varia was stronger than she looked and tightened her hold. 

"However, a dom that accepts he was beaten and becomes a sub freely..." Caine grinned. "Now that's a sub everyone would love to have. Every dom would love to fuck a former dom. Make themselves seem even more dom-like. I'd ask if you understand, but how could you? You're not a dom." He laughed.

"I wasn't beaten." Yoongi repeated through clenched teeth. "I gave up on purpose."

"A loss is a loss." Varia hummed.

"You won't get a better offer anywhere else." Caine added. "All the other doms out there would love to treat you like shit. Imagine owning the famously dominant Min Yoongi; now a submissive. They'll all strip you and collar you. Humiliate you in public any chance they could get. Fuck you in front of everyone."

"I'm not a fucking sub and I never will be. Fucking get off me!" Yoongi struggled in her hold, nearly breaking free. Caine quickly grabbed Yoongi's untouched drink from the table. He pried open the smaller boys mouth and tipped the alcohol into it.

Yoongi choked as the fiery liquid scorched his throat, distracted by it just long enough for the couple to push him to his back on the carpet. Varia quickly straddled his legs to pin him down, while Caine grabbed the doms arms in a tight grip.

"You're going to need someone to take care of you." Caine said, breathing heavy from the struggle as Yoongi still fought against him. "Once your status is entirely destroyed, you'll be all alone and in a vulnerable state. You'll need us then."

"I don't need anyone because I'm not a sub!" Yoongi shouted, thrashing under them. "They won't take away my status, I've proved time and time again that I deserve to be where I'm at. Let me go!"

"I love breaking new subs in." Varia sighed happily. "It's not the same when they become obedient and boring."

"He'll be more pliant and agreeable after some orgasms." Caine said. 

"Don't fucking touch me! Get off me now or else-"

"Yoongi, listen to me." Caine said, pressing his hand over Yoongi's mouth, as if Yoongi was being an unreasonable toddler. "You need to accept reality. We're doing you a favor. Once you admit you're not a dom then you can be our sub. We'll claim you publicly so everyone knows who owns you, and they'll all leave you alone. The gossip will stop. You won't have to worry about anything, Varia and I will feed you and bath you and clothe you, and fuck you every night. But first you need to stop fighting us and admit you're a sub."

"What was... in that drink..." Yoongi tried to focus but his vision was blurring at the edges. His limbs felt harder to control and his mind was fogging up.

"Something to get you to loosen up." Varia said, and though Yoongi couldn't see her, he could feel her hands start to rub his thighs over his jeans, getting closer and closer to his cock.

He tried to shake her off. "Don't... touch me..."

"Shh, shh, shh." Caine tapped Yoongi's lips with a finger and brushed the doms sweaty hair back. "Just relax, baby. Your doms are going to take care of you now. Gunna give you what you need."

"Don't..." Yoongi tried to roll over but their weight on him was stronger. Hands slipped under his shirt, rubbing his abs and finding his nipples. 

"Get another drink ready." He heard Caine telling her. "We're going to have to make sure we keep him under until he finally accepts he's our sub."

"It'll be hard to keep drugging him this way." The weight off his legs vanished as Varia stood up. "Let's just hook him up to the IV in the basement. We can keep the vibrator on him too to speed things up."

No, no, Yoongi thought as he felt them grab him and lift him up. You can't do this, you can't keep me here. I have Namjoon at home and he's chained...

The doorbell rang, the musical chime making the couple pause.

"Did we have a session today?" Caine asked.

"No. Well, I didn't think so." Varia went to the door and looked through the peephole. "There's a man here."

The doorbell rang again, followed a moment later by impatient knocking.

Caine shifted, holding Yoongi up by an arm around the doms waist and placing Yoongi's arm over Caine's shoulders. "Solicitor. Tell him we're not buying anything and I'll get our new sub to the basement."

Varia opened the door. "We're not interested in-"

"Oh, but I am." The man pushed her aside and stepped in. He looked at Caine and Yoongi, who was still weakly pushing against the taller man.

"Hey! You- you can't break into my house!" Caine blustered.

"And you can't drug people." The man held out his hand. "I'll be taking Suga now."

"How do you know we drugged him?" Caine demanded.

"We're doing him a favor." Varia said. "You don't understand, just get out of our house."

"I understand a lot. It's obvious you slipped him something, since he can't support himself or speak. And judging by the way he's trying to get away from you shows you were the one that took those abilities away from him. One would only do that for nefarious purposes. So, if you don't want me to call the authorities and have you two reported twice for assault, you will give Suga to me."

Caine stared at him. "Who are you?"

"My name is Sai, and Yoongi is my friend." The man said. He held out his hand again. "If you would."

After a long moment, Caine finally dragged Yoongi over, thrusting the drugged dom into Sai's arms. 

The man picked up the smaller dom easily, carrying him back to the front door.

"It was for his own good!" Caine called after them. "He's not a dom anymore, and he'll be deserted by everyone once his status is finally demoted! No dom is going to want him! We're the only ones who would take him in!"

Sai paused, then turned to face them.

"Respectfully, over my dead body."

He slammed the door shut in their faces.

-

He carried Yoongi to his car, laying him down across the backseats. 

Yoongi groaned, trying to lift himself up.

"Don't stress yourself." Sai said, placing a reassuring hand on Yoongi's back, guiding him gently back down. "The drug will wear off and then you can tell me what happened. I'm taking you back to my place for now."

Yoongi sighed but didn't try to get up again. He felt the car rumble as Sai turned it on and drove. His eyes felt heavy, but when he closed them, sleep didn't come. 

"H...how...?" Yoongi managed to get out a few minutes later.

Sai chuckled. "How did I find you? Well, you usually post about Namjoon every hour, and I monitor those since I disagree with how you're treating him. But then a few hours went by and you didn't upload anything, so I had a feeling something was off. I knew you were stressed and angry about the rumor, probably angry enough to do something stupid. I was there for the incident at the mansion with Namjoon and Caine and Varia, so I knew you would think of them as suspects. It was a guess, but I drove by their house to see if you were there to confront them. When I saw your car parked in front of the house, I knew. I'm just lucky to have arrived in time.  A minute later and you would have been in their basement already."

Yoongi sighed, opening his eyes. His vision was still blurry, but not as much as before. It must be a short lasting drug they had used on him. 

"Hate them..." He slurred as the car came to a gentle halt.

Sai parked. "Everyone does."

He climbed out and helped Yoongi again, guiding the dom up the driveway and into the house.

"Here, you can rest until you feel better. I'll get you some water." Sai said as he laid Yoongi down on a bed in one of his spare bedrooms. He pulled the blanket over Yoongi and took off his shoes. "I'll have one of my men pick up your car from their house and drive it back to your place."

Yoongi curled up on the soft mattress, glad to have a moment alone.

As much as he hated Caine and Varia, he believed they hadn't started the rumor. They had motive, since they wanted Yoongi as their sub, but whoever had started spreading the gossip about Yoongi was out for blood. It had malicious intent. Caine and Varia didn't want Yoongi to suffer, they just wanted to fuck him.

So he was back to square one. No suspects.

Unless his toy had been lying.

-

He must have fallen asleep, because when he became aware of everything again he felt that time had passed.

A glass of water sat on the nightstand and once Yoongi sat against the headboard he drank it. It helped to clear his head. 

Checking the time on the bedside clock, he saw he had been gone from the house for four hours. He had to get back to check on his toy. 

The drug made it hard to focus on keeping himself in his dom headspace, and it wavered as Yoongi struggled.

The stress of the rumor, his worry about his status, his anger at Caine and Varia and his determination to win the bet all collided around in his head, each demanding his attention.

It hurt, raising another headache. 

There was a pang in his heart when he thought about Namjoon.

No, it doesn't have a name. It's just a stupid sex toy for me to use and fuck-

I was hurt today, I just want to go to my baby sub and be comforted-

The results, what do the results say-

If I prove to everyone I out-dommed my pet then they'll respect me as a dom still-

I just want to hug him and tell him what happened and kiss him-

I'm too scared to check the results-

"Ah!" Yoongi grit his teeth, throwing the blanket off him. He stumbled off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet and found a bottle of Ibuprofen. Tossing back four, he swallowed them dry and sighed, hanging his head as he gripped the edge of the sink.

Sai appeared. "Suga."

"What." Yoongi didn't look up.

Sai said nothing for a few moments. Then; "Come on. I'll take you home."

-

He parked in Yoongi's driveway. It was dark out now and Yoongi was starving. His car had been delivered to his garage.

"Let's talk tomorrow." Sai said as Yoongi opened his door. "I know you're going to want to talk to someone about what happened. And about your headaches."

"Fine." Yoongi was too tired to argue. He wanted to shower before sleeping, he could still feel dirty hands touching him, grabbing him, running themselves all over him.

Sai rolled down the window. "And, Yoongi! Don't take this all out on Joon. He's suffered enough without having to endure torment for something he didn't do."

"It's my toy, I'll play with it how I want." Yoongi snapped. 

He hadn't been planning on doing anything with his pet for a day or two while the tattoo healed, since he didn't want that to get messed up, but even though Sai had saved him, Yoongi didn't like being told how to treat his sub.

"Yoongi, one last thing." Sai said as Yoongi opened his front door.

Yoongi looked at him impatiently, wanting to eat and shower.

"You owe me." Sai raised his eyebrows at the dom, before backing out of the driveway and pulling away.

Yoongi watched him leave, angry he was right.

He stepped inside and locked the door behind himself. In the kitchen, he downed a water bottle and made himself a sandwich. 

Taking a large bite, he went up the stairs to the toys room. After unlocking the door, he stepped inside to see his toy laying down on top of the blanket, still wearing the red outfit Yoongi had dressed it in and still chained to the wall. 

It must not have wanted the blanket to touch the painful tattoo, Yoongi thought. That's why it's underneath it instead of on top.

The toy raised its head as Yoongi approached. It looked tired and apprehensive.

Yoongi sat down beside it, crossing his legs as he ate his sandwich. The toy watched him, smart enough to know not to ask for a bite. 

Yoongi rewarded it by ripping off a piece and tossing it at the toy. 

The toy looked at it, but didn't grab it until Yoongi nodded. Grateful, the toy snatched it up and stuffed it in its mouth.

Yoongi placed his hand on the toys back, running his cool fingers over the hot skin. He went around the black tattoo, admiring the way it looked. He loved the tattoo, he loved everyone knowing who this toy belonged to.

Yoongi ate the rest of the sandwich until there was only one bite left, and he held it up.

"Did it tell anyone about the bet?" Yoongi asked. "And keep in mind, if I think it's lying I will shove my finger down its throat and make it vomit until it decides to tell the truth."

It shook its head. "No, dom. I swear, I never told anyone."

Yoongi studied it for a long moment, then tossed the remaining piece of sandwich to it.

He stood up as the toy downed the small bit of food. Before he got to the door, it called out.

"What happened to you?"

Yoongi huffed and opened the door. "I know I should have kept the collar on."

"Your hair and clothes are disheveled." The toy said. "And you were gone for a long time. You're agitated, yet distraught. You broke your own rule of one meal a day for me and gave me food. Twice. And you asked me about the rumor again, so it must be related to that."

It was hard to fight the smile, but Yoongi managed it. "It thinks it's so smart."

"You're agitated because something happened that made you angry. You had a suspect in mind that turned out to be false, didn't you? If you talk to me, I can help you."

Yoongi sighed and stepped out. "At this point, I don't think even you can."

-

Later, hiding under the spray of water from his shower, Yoongi cried.