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I don't own BTS but I own this specific plot. Any attempts at copying my work in any shape or form will result in me reporting your book and account and calling you out for plagiarism. 

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I'm Namgi biased of course but I'll try to make this book as OT7 as possible, with every joonie centric ship. Tbh if yall have scenes u wanna see, lmk cuz like I said before, writing smut is hard so I would appreciate the help of yalls ideas (I don't write any ABO nasty shit, nothing gross or abusive, no pregnancy kinks, no pain/blood/knives, NO TOP JIMIN (he can ride but he does NOT fuck) and nothing with minors or animals, and no "littles/subspace" because im personally not an age regressor nor caretaker and I dont have a subspace so i dont want to blindly type up a whole chapter about a subject that I know nothing about and potentially disrepect anyone. I don't mean to be exclusive, I just don't want to offend anybody) ((also non-consent doesn't apply here since Namjoon agrees to the year long chastity challenge, but admittedly there will be a few times when he thinks about changing his mind/doesn't want to stay locked up any longer, but there won't be any straight up noncon))

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Kim Namjoon was 29 years old as of today; September 12th.

His six roommates had thrown him a huge party in their shared penthouse apartment, starting early in the morning as they woke up him with a shower of songs and gifts, partied all through the afternoon with drinks, music and dancing, and an expensive lunch at his favorite restaurant, and now they were finally back home, though Namjoon had a feeling the festivities weren't over just yet.

He loved his roommates, they were like his six best friends. Despite Namjoon only meeting them a few years ago when he first moved in, they all made him feel welcomed and loved. The others had been living together for longer, and at first Namjoon was worried he would forever be an outsider, but they dismissed that notion on day one.

There was the oldest, Kim Seokjin. Extremely handsome, easy going, a good person to have personal talks with and confide in. Cute laugh.

Min Yoongi was the second oldest, and the one who Namjoon knew the least about. The enigmatic boy usually stayed in his room and kept to himself, but when he opened up, Namjoon found him to be a lot like himself; smart, speculative, witty. And when Yoongi got drunk, he was the cutest out of all of them. He wasn't dark or cold, but Namjoon still found it a little intimidating whenever he wanted to make small talk with the second eldest.

Jung Hoseok was Yoongi's opposite; loud, extroverted and constantly moving. He and Namjoon were born in the same year so he was the most casual with Hobi hyung.

Park Jimin was younger than Namjoon, though he acted like he was older. The smallest of the six was supermodel gorgeous, and though he was a bit of a diva at times, he was really down to earth and could talk with Namjoon for hours about any subject.

Kim Taehyung was a little younger than Jimin, and Namjoon had struggled to get along with him when they first met. Not because Taehyung was a bad guy at all- he was great! He was just different than Namjoon, was all. But they both loved to act childlike and carefree and found a chemistry together that no one in the house could replicate.

The youngest was Jeon Jungkook, and he was somehow the most precious little baby and also the biggest, baddest, motorcycle riding, swearword using, perverted thought having male in the whole penthouse.

Namjoon loved them all.

The others all had jobs and they split the rent between the six of them. Namjoon was the only one who was still going to school, pursuing a masters degree in business at the University down the road.

He felt bad not being able to pay rent, since he didn't have a job, and instead donated the small allowance his parents sent him monthly to the richer men.

They of course wouldn't accept the feeble money at first, (which was such a small amount that it would barely even make a dent in the expensive rent, but Namjoon wanted to contribute what he could- he wasn't a lazy freeloader!), but after seeing how much it bothered Namjoon that he wasn't helping out as much as the others were, they finally relented and allowed him to pay 50$ towards the 10k$/month rent.

The penthouse was large and right in the middle of the city, which was why Namjoon had picked it. He had planned out a business repayment plan to pay back the rent once he graduated and got his degree, with interest and fees included, but the others had shoo'ed that document away and allowed Namjoon to live with them for free.

He still wasn't sure why they had taken him in when he applied for their vacant room, but something in the way their eyes all lit up the moment they saw him was what finalized their decision.

They were a group of fun loving, relaxed, chill guys and Namjoon grew to like them immediately. He suspected they didn't even put his 50$ towards the rent at all, but instead just pocketed it. Which was fine with him, whatever made his friends happy. He still planned on secretly paying them all back after he got a job anyways.

All of them were rich, though Namjoon wasn't quite sure what they all did for a living. Seokjin had connections all over the globe, it seemed. And Jungkook had a start up company going for a software project, Jimin was in finance, Hoseok worked at a TV studio, Taehyung owned some businesses and as for Yoongi, well, Namjoon had no idea at all what the quiet hyung did.

Namjoon collapsed on his bed with a sigh, ready to relax and have some time to himself for the rest of his birthday.

He had just cracked open the book his mom had bought him when there came a knock at the door.

With a little frown at the interruption, Namjoon put the book down and answered the door.

To his surprise, all his roommates were crowding around the door, big smiles on their faces.

"Uh, hey." Namjoon took a step back, wondering why all of them were leaning in so close to him.

"Happy birthday, Joonie." Hoseok said for the millionth time today.

"Thanks." Namjoon replied for the millionth time.

"We have one more present for you, Joonie." Jimin was grinning and it made the older boy suspicious. He knew all of their smiles and this one was Jimin's special grin; it meant he was up to no good.

"You guys have done enough for me." Namjoon said, eyes narrowing.

"Actually, we have two more gifts for you." Seokjin hummed.

"But, I-"

"You only get the second gift after you accept the first one." Yoongi warned.

Namjoon blinked. "Huh?"

"Come on." Jungkook grabbed Namjoon's hand, bouncing eagerly. "Let's go!"

"Go where?" Namjoon looked longingly over his shoulder at his book, but the others all hurried him out of the penthouse and into the car, squishing themselves into the backseat so Yoongi could drive and Namjoon could have the passenger seat to himself.

They almost never traveled this way, especially since all six of them owned their own cars, but clearly they wanted to stick together for some reason.

Namjoon's instincts told him he should be very suspicious of their motives. After years of living with only men, one grew to anticipate pranks, crazy things that bordered on being illegal and practical jokes that almost always went sideways.

"What's going on?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at the five crammed into the backseat.

Jungkook and Jimin giggled from where they were sitting on Hoseok's, Taehyung's and Seokjin's laps.

"You'll see when we get there, Joonie." Taehyung promised, which didn't make Namjoon feel any better.

"Get to where, exactly?" He asked.

They all just giggled in response and Namjoon groaned, settling back in his seat to brace for the inevitable.

-

To his surprise and confusion, Yoongi parked in front of a hospital.

"What are we doing here?" Namjoon frowned as they all climbed out of the car.

"Come on, it's almost time." Jungkook hurried him inside.

Namjoon followed at the back of the group as they walked up to the front desk. "Time for what?"

"Kim Namjoon is here for his four o'clock appointment." Seokjin told the receptionist.

"What?!" Namjoon was bewildered and he took a step back. "I don't have an appointment!"

"You're all checked in." The receptionist smiled at them. "You can have a seat in the waiting room, the doctor will be out shortly."

"What are you guys doing?" Namjoon hissed as they led him to the quiet waiting room. "I swear to God, if you idiots signed me up for a sex change surgery-"

Hoseok laughed loudly. "It's not a sex change surgery- no surgery at all, even."

"Yeah, we definitely don't want to lose your dick." Taehyung smiled, staring blatantly at Namjoon's jeans and it made the dimpled boy blush.

It didn't help that he had a crush on all his roommates. They were all so attractive, and each in their own special way.

"Then what?" He growled as he sat down in a chair and the others immediately took seats around him.

"You'll see." Jimin sang.

Namjoon looked to Yoongi for help but the black haired boy just gave him a smile.

"Mr. Kim?" A voice called out, and a man in a white doctors coat came into the room.

His roommates all jumped up and lifted Namjoon out of his chair.

"Right here." Seokjin said, leading the way.

"I'm nurse Lee, and..." The nurse frowned. "And... all of you are coming with?"

"Yessir, we are." Taehyung nodded.

"Um... usually friends and family wait out here..." The nurse implied with a raised eyebrow.

"You're right." Yoongi gave him a patronizing tone. "They usually do wait outside. Good for you, you're so smart."

After a small staring contest, the nurse sighed. "Alright, follow me."

He led them to a private room and shut the door behind them. "I have to grab your medical records, Mr. Kim. I'll be right back." He pointed to the paper lined medical cot, where a bundle of cloth sat. "If you wouldn't mind changing, we can begin as soon as I get back with the doctor."

Namjoon picked up the cloth in confusion, seeing it was a hospital gown. "What is this for? Why do I need to change into it?"

There was muffled snickering behind him, and he turned to see his roommates struggling not to laugh.

"Okay, what is it?" Namjoon crossed his arms and glared at them.

"It's your gift, Joonbug." Hoseok giggled.

"Tell me what this appointment is all about." Namjoon demanded. "Or else I'm walking out of here."

"Are you walking home, too?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, reminding the boy who had driven him here.

"Just put the gown on and we'll tell you." Seokjin said. "I promise."

Namjoon supposed there was no harm in just putting on the clothing, he could always just yank it right back off anyways. And Seokjin always kept his promises, so Namjoon huffed but grabbed the gown.

"You have to take your clothes off first." Taehyugn called when Namjoon was about to just slip it on over his shirt and pants.

"I'm not going to do that." Namjoon snapped, fiddling with the strings that tied the back of the gown together. "Hey, someone do this for me."

"It's the doctors rules." Jungkook argued.

"Yeah, why would they give you that just to put on over your clothes?" Jimin shook his head.

"Just tell me what's going on." Namjoon huffed, giving up with the strings.

"After you put on the gown." Seokjin said.

"It is on."

"The right way."

Namjoon groaned loudly. "Oh come on-"

"The nurse told you to wear it." Yoongi said. "And he'll be back soon. It's rude not to listen."

Namjoon glared at him, but then quickly looked away when Yoongi's steady gaze made Namjoon feel butterflies erupt in his tummy.

"Fine. But turn around, you perverts."

More giggling, but then his roommates dutifully turned around.

Grumbling, Namjoon slid off his shirt, then whipped around.

"Damnit Jimin- I said no peeking!"

Cackling, Jimin turned to face the wall again.

Namjoon slid off his pants, a little frown on his face from the fact that Yoongi hadn't peeked.

"There." He stated once the gown was on. "I'm wearing your stupid garment. Now tell me what you freaks have planned."

True to his word, Seokjin helped him tie the strings in the back of the gown. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the door opened and the doctor stepped in.

"Hello, Namjoon." She smiled. "I'm doctor Lim, I'll be looking you over today."

At the sight of the woman, the six roommates paused, before failing to hide large grins and smirks.

Namjoon wasn't sure if it was because of how attractive she was, or the fact he still didn't know why he was at a hospital, or some combination of both, but now his heart was starting to pound.

"H-hello." He managed to stammer out.

"If you'll take a seat." She motioned to the cot and Namjoon reluctantly sat down on the crinkly paper.

The fact he was almost naked and on the table while his roommates were fully clothed and safely seated on the plastic chairs against the wall made Namjoon swallow hard.

It's a birthday present, he reminded himself. It has to be something good then, not bad. Maybe the doctor is actually a stripper, and she's going to give me a birthday lapdance or something. That would make sense why they wanted me to take my clothes off.

After going through the basics of asking about his medical history, she took his temperature, blood pressure and checked his ears, eyes and throat.

Wondering when she was going to get to the stripping, Namjoon glanced at his roommates, all of whom were stifling laughter behind their hands and looking eagerly at him and the doctor. So far this medical appointment seemed to be just that- a medical checkup without any sexy removal of clothing.

Except for my own, Namjoon realized, looking down at the skimpy gown he was in.

"Alright, Namjoon." Lim finished typing up some notes in his chart. "I'll have you bend over the table now."

Namjoon blinked. "What for?"

Hoseok laughed loudly and Seokjin shushed him, though the oldest looked two seconds away from doing the same thing.

"Have you done this before?" Lim questioned, grabbing a pair of latex gloves and snapping them on.

Namjoon hadn't experienced a lapdance before but he knew what it was, why was she asking? Did she do something new for beginners? And if she was going to straddle him, why was he supposed to bend over the table? How would that work?

At his confused expression, she took that as a 'no' to her question. "Don't worry, it's not painful."

Well of course it's not painful- it's sexy, Namjoon thought.

She grabbed a small bottle and flipped the cap open and Namjoon watched as she squirted some clear gel onto her gloved hand.

"What's that for?" He asked, confused as to why she would need lotion for a lapdance. Where was it supposed to go?

Jimin couldn't hold back his laughter anymore and burst into loud giggles, and Jungkook and Taehyung followed.

"If you three are quite done, this is a serious medical procedure." Lim glared at them. "You can wait outside if you're going to act immature."

"I'm sorry, really, we're done." Jungkook grinned and wiped the tears from his eyes as he resumed his seat. "Apologies, it won't happen again."

Serious medical procedure? Namjoon cocked his head. That didn't sound like a strip show.

Lim came over to Namjoon, rubbing her gloved palms together to spread the gel around. "I need you to bend over, please, Namjoon."

Slowly, Namjoon did, looking over his shoulder at the attractive stripper.

She glanced down. "Namjoon, I need you to remove your boxers."

Blush crept up his cheeks. "Uh, why?"

For a lapdance, wasn't she supposed to be the one removing clothing?

Now Seokjin was laughing muffled into his hands while Hoseok shushed him.

"What's going on?" Namjoon demanded, suddenly having a very bad feeling this wasn't going to be sexy at all.

"This is your prostate exam appointment," Lim huffed. "I can't check your prostate health if you have your boxers on."

"WHAT?!" Namjoon shrieked and scrambled away, running to the other side of the table to hide from her gloved hands. 

Now all six of his bastard friends were laughing their asses off, tears running down their cheeks as they pointed at him and cackled some more.

"You assholes!" He snapped. "What the fuck kind of birthday gift is this?"

Oh God, and it was supposed to be done by a gorgeous, stunning, well educated female. There was no way a bisexual disaster like Namjoon could endure his prostate getting rubbed by a supermodel- he would have a premature ejaculation and embarrass himself in front of everyone in the room!

"Mr. Kim, really now," she frowned. "Lots of men get this procedure done, it's important for your health. You'll never know if you have cancer unless you get the test done."

"C-cancer?" Namjoon asked feebly. 

"And if you're all here to just waste my time, I'll be filing a complaint with the management of the hospital." She snapped at all of them. "I'm very busy and have a lot of patients to see, and you took this appointment slot away from someone who clearly needed medical attention more than you! If cancer is a big funny joke to you all, you can just leave and never come back!"

Her angry speech sobered up his roommates, at least.

"We're sorry, doctor." Yoongi apologized. "We didn't mean this as a prank, we truly wanted our friend to get this procedure done."

"What?!" Namjoon dug his nails into the table. "Why?!"

"For your health." Jimin piped up.

"And other reasons." Hoseok said ambiguously.

"We won't waste your time, doctor." Taehyung said seriously. "Namjoon will get it done, then it'll be a real appointment."

"Now wait a minute-" Namjoon started to argue.

"Namjoon, don't be rude." Seokjin scolded.

"Yeah, take off your underwear and let this nice lady stick her fingers up your ass." Jungkook added.

"You assholes pull this shitty prank that backfires on you all and yet I'm the one who has to suffer by going through with it?" Namjoon glared.

"Yes." Yoongi nodded.

"Uh huh." Hoseok nodded.

"Sounds about right." Jimin nodded.

"You got it exactly." Jungkook nodded.

"Yup." Taehyung nodded.

"Take off your boxers." Seokjin nodded.

Namjoon opened his mouth to argue more but after seeing the furious look on doctor Lim's face, he slowly closed it. It wouldn't be a good idea to piss off the person who was about to put their fingers inside you.

"Fine." He gritted his teeth. "But you fuckers have to wait outside."

They protested at that but after they also caught a glance at the doctors face, they hurried out of the room.

"Dicks." Namjoon muttered, crossing his arms.

"Can we get on with this now?" Lim sighed. "I have other patients waiting."

Namjoon's heart pounded and he slowly removed his boxers. The gown covered him, but as soon as he bent over, the curtains in the back would part and he would be exposed to this pretty woman.

Feeling ashamed at his friends behavior, Namjoon hung his head and shyly walked back around the table.

"I'm sorry, doctor." He said softly.

Her glare softened. "It's alright, you're nervous. Everyone is. Don't worry, it's a fast procedure and it won't hurt a bit."

Maybe not, Namjoon thought as he bent himself over the table, feet planted on the ground. But it will be mortifying.

"First, I will be checking your prostate gland." She explained, placing a warm hand on Namjoon's lower back. "To make sure there is no swelling, soreness or lumps."

Namjoon braced himself, gripping the table tightly as he felt a warm finger push into his hole.

If she was surprised by how easily it went in, she didn't remark on it.

As a bisexual, Namjoon was used to having things up his ass whenever he had a one night stand at a guys house, or at a goth girls house and her collection of pegging paraphernalia. He also had some dildos at home that he used whenever he didn't have a partner.

He knew it wouldn't be painful, and that was the problem. It was going to be pleasurable and he was terrified of cumming in front of this attractive doctor.

The finger bumped his prostate and Namjoon stuffed his fist in his mouth to keep from moaning.

She rubbed her finger around, massaging the gland as she felt for bumps or swelling.

Sweat broke out on the boys forehead as his dick stirred in interest at the touches. She was touching his walls too, running her finger around every sensitive nerve in Namjoon's ass as if she was looking for something.

Namjoon knew she was just looking for cancer but if she didn't hurry up she would be finding an orgasm instead.

He groaned, wishing he could close his legs to hide his semi hard dick from view.

"Are you alright?" She asked softly, still fingering his prostate.

"F-fine," Namjoon whispered, not wanting his friends to hear as he knew they would be eavesdropping right outside the door.

"I'm almost done."

Namjoon held back another groan, biting into his fist again as he screwed his eyes shut. He tried to think of gross things to take his mind off the pleasure, but his brain kept going back to Lim's pretty face, and Jungkook's cute smile and... Seokjin's pink lips... and Yoongi's... pale skin and... and dark eyes, and... Jimin...

His body tightened up when a wave of pleasure crashed through him and he gasped in humiliation when his ass clenched around her finger.

"Relax." She rubbed his back with her free hand. "I'm nearly finished."

"I... c-can't." Namjoon admitted, his face red with humiliation.

"Yes you can, just take a deep breath."

"N-no," Namjoon buried his face in the table. "I can't relax, I'll... I'll cum."

She was silent and Namjoon's embarrassment grew. 

He heard his bastard friends laughing from right outside the door and he scowled, pleasure fading a little as annoyance seeped in.

She used that opportunity to quickly remove her finger and Namjoon gasped at the jolt of pleasure that raced through him from the friction. He tensed up harder and held his breath, waiting for the wave to pass.

Thankfully, it did and he was able to keep his orgasm at bay. 

Lim stood up and removed her gloves, tossing them in the trashcan. Namjoon sighed in relief that it was over.

And then Lim snapped on a pair of fresh gloves and Namjoon's eyes widened. 

"I have to check your penis now." She explained upon seeing Namjoon's expression.

He straightened up immediately. "What- why?" He whined, knowing he sounded like a child.

"It's part of the exam." She huffed. "You would have known that if you were taking this appointment seriously."

"But I- my friends-" Namjoon stammered, then realized there was no point in arguing. He was already halfway done, might as well finish it. At least then he wouldn't have a black mark on his record for wasting a doctors time.

With a pout, he sat down on the cot, feeling the traces of lube trickle out of ass and onto the paper that was layered over the surface of the table.

He was going to kill those bastards.

She stood in front of him. "I need you to spread your legs."

Namjoon's thighs parted a fraction of an inch.

"A little more, please."

Another tiny movement.

"Mr. Kim." She sighed with a glare. 

Wincing, Namjoon spread his thighs fully, feeling the gown ride up and expose his cock to her.

It wasn't small by any means, and he wasn't embarrassed by it. He had the biggest dick in the house, an unimportant achievement that he took with extreme pride.

But he was embarrassed because he was half hard from the first part of this exam, and now she could see it for herself.

With professionalism, she didn't comment on his aroused state and took his dick into her hands.

Namjoon bit his lip and kept his eyes closed as she inspected, prodded and gently squeezed his shaft, then his tip, then his balls.

It took every effort to not make any noises as she examined him, his fingers digging into the table.

Just when he thought this was going to last forever, she finally released him.

"Good news, Mr. Kim." She said as she disposed of those gloves as well and washed her hands in the sink. "I didn't see or feel any cancerous lumps, and there is no swelling or signs of rash. You are perfectly healthy."

"Thank you." Namjoon managed to say.

"You may get dressed." She nodded to his clothes as she dried her hands. "Do you have any questions?"

"I do!" The door burst open as his six stupid friends barged back in.

"Ah!" Namjoon gasped from where he was in the middle of pulling his pants up. "You assholes- shut the door!"

"What's the point, the good bits are already covered." Hoseok grinned.

"I have a question." Taehyung raised his hand.

Lim didn't look like she wanted to answer it and be forced to spend more time in their company. "Yes?"

"Is it true that men don't have to cum?" 

Lim blinked. "Uh-"

"Like, it won't be bad for their health if they had blue balls for a while, right?" Jimin clarified.

"Why are you asking that?" Namjoon asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Blue balls is not a real phenomenon, if that's what you're asking." Lim said. "It's true that nothing harmful will come from a male not ejaculating for a while, but holding it in for long periods of time is not something I would recommend."

"Why is that?" Seokjin asked.

"It's simply not what the male human body was made and equipped to do. Testicles were not made for storage. However, if they were forced to do so, everything else in the body would still work as normal, although sensations would be heightened from oversensitivity. As long as one got regular monthly checkups, there's nothing wrong with not ejaculating."

His roommates were all grinning at this news and Namjoon had a sinking feeling.

-

"I can't believe you fucking assholes did that." Namjoon growled as they drove back home. He crossed his arms and glared out the window. "That was the most embarrassing shit that ever happened to me in my whole entire life! And you fuckers did it on my birthday too! How was that supposed to be a birthday gift?!"

"Speaking of birthday gifts, there's one more waiting for you at home, Jooniebear." Jimin sang.

"I don't want it." Namjoon scowled.

"Aw come on, it was for your health." Seokjin said. "Cheer up, you're cancer free!"

"I never had cancer in the first place." Namjoon grumbled.

"You didn't know that for sure." Taehyung said. "But now you do! You're welcome."

"Yeah? If you all did this for the sake of my good health then why didn't all of you get it done too?" Namjoon whipped his head around to glare at them.

"Because it's not our birthdays." Jungkook gave him a cute smile.

Namjoon faced the front again, glaring out the window. "Fuck you guys."

"Aw come on, Joonie," Hoseok reached over to push him playfully. 

Namjoon shoved him off.

"Don't be mad, you still have another gift to open." Jimin said.

Namjoon ignored him.

"You would have had to get that exam done later in life anyways." Taehyung tried. "We just saved you a few years."

Namjoon glared at him through the mirror.

The car grew silent as they all realized Namjoon was serious about being upset.

Yoongi parked the car in the driveway when they arrived, and Namjoon climbed out quickly and slammed the door shut behind him as he stormed into the house.

He stomped up the stairs to his room, vowing never to trust his so called friends ever again.

He didn't see what was so funny about being publicly humiliated. If they were the ones who had been embarrassed and touched by a stranger, they wouldn't be laughing.

He threw himself on his bed, grabbing his pillow and squeezing it tightly as he glared at the wall. His birthday was almost over and it was the worst one yet.

And to think it had started out so amazing...

A soft knock on his door made him scowl.

They couldn't just leave him alone, could they? Didn't they understand he didn't want to hear their lame apologies or insincere excuses anymore?

"Joon?" Yoongi's voice drifted through the wood. "Will you come talk to us for a minute? We have something to tell you."

Namjoon was about to yell at them to go away, but something in Yoongi's tone made him answer the door instead.

He cracked it open, seeing his six roommates standing crowded in the hallway, looking ashamed and downcast.

He opened the door a little wider. "What?"

"We're sorry about what we did." Seokjin apologized. "It was easy for us to laugh when we weren't the targets."

Namjoon felt a little better that they realized what his own thoughts had just been.

"We thought about it, and we realized what we did wasn't a laughing matter." Hoseok added. 

"Yeah, we didn't even think about how the doctor would feel about our childish intentions." Taehyung nodded.

"And doing it on your birthday was extra shitty of us." Jungkook sniffed.

Namjoon smiled, pleased they had come around to see his side of it.

Jimin held up a small white box, whose lid was decorated with a big red bow. "If you still want your second gift, you can have it. No strings attached, I promise."

Namjoon eyed it, thinking that nothing humiliating could fit in such a small container.

He grabbed it, and then a hand covered his own. 

Namjoon looked up to see Yoongi looking at him.

"One more thing." He said. "We decided it was only fair for karma to do her thing."

Namjoon was confused, and he watched as they all dug out their phones and showed him their screens.

"Wha..." Namjoon squinted at the brightness, then his eyes shot open wide when he saw they had all made appointments to get their own prostate exams done.

"We scheduled them on our birthdays, too." Hoseok said. "For extra fairness."

"Easy for you to say." Jimin muttered, looking at the floor. Since his birthday was in October, he was the next one on the list to get his prostate jabbed.

"We even made the appointments with female doctors." Jungkook grinned. His birthday had just happened two weeks ago, so he would be the last one to have to suffer the humiliation.

Typical golden maknae.

"Wow..." Namjoon didn't know what to say. "You guys didn't have to do this."

"So we can cancel them?" Taehyung asked hopefully, since his birthday was in December.

"No." Seokjin shook his head. "That wouldn't be fair. If Joonie did it, we all need to do it." He looked at the birthday boy. "Will that make you forgive us?"

Namjoon smiled. "It will. Thank you."

"Open your gift!" Jimin squealed.

Namjoon chuckled. "Fine, fine." He pulled the top off the box and looked down to see something metallic nestled among the white tissue paper.

He looked at it for a moment, and then realization hit.

"God damnit- what the fuck!" He cried, dropping the gift like it was a bomb.

"Careful!" Hoseok quickly picked it up. 

"I should have known not to trust you assholes again." Namjoon growled. He was about to slam his door shut but a hand shot out and stopped it.

"Hear us out." Yoongi said, and Namjoon found himself captivated by the boys dark eyes.

"Fine." Namjoon snapped. "You have one minute."

"This was the reason we had you get that exam done in the first place." Jimin purred, holding up the cock cage with both hands.

"To make sure you were totally healthy and clean." Taehyung added.

"Why would I need to be healthy and clean?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "I'm not wearing that thing."

"Don't be rash." Seokjin scolded. "It was you who crashed our office computer from downloading all those porn videos. We saw the kind of stuff you're into."

Namjoon hesitated, blush creeping up his cheeks. "I... that was one time!"

"If you liked to be edged and teased you could have just told us." Hoseok smirked. 

"Wh- why would I do that?" Namjoon stammered, backing up as he felt the air around him get hot.

"So you wouldn't want to be brought to the brink of orgasm again and again?" Yoongi asked, stepping closer. Namjoon's mouth went dry as he stared at the secretive boy and his cat like eyes. "Deliciously tortured over and over again until you're begging us to let you finally cum? Denied and edged more and more every time you plead and cry for mercy, until we finally let you have your release with our permission, carefully cultivating every ounce of your pleasure to make you white out from the pure orgasmic sensations?"

Namjoon was hard.

"Uh... I... what was the question?" Namjoon stepped back more and more and his roommates followed, until the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell onto his back.

They crowded him instantly, hungry looks in their eyes.

"We've always liked you, Joonie." Seokjin hummed, brushing his lips over Namjoon's cheek.

"You... really?" Namjoon was finding it hard to hear them over the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears.

"Of course, why do you think we let you live with us when you couldn't afford it?" Hoseok smiled.

"My business repayment plan..." Namjoon whined, a little embarrassed to know they never took him seriously.

"We don't want your money, Joon." Taehyung whispered.

"We just want you." Jimin tilted Namjoon's head up with the tips of his fingers.

Namjoon stared, completely shocked at this revelation.

Yoongi laughed. "He really had no idea."

"We told you we were all gay or bi or pan on day one." Jungkook raised an eyebrow. 

"I thought you were just really open." Namjoon blushed.

"We walk around shirtless whenever you're around." Jimin said.

"It's hot in the summer." Namjoon defended himself.

"We've all admitted we would sleep with you." Taehyung pointed out.

"We were all drunk then!" Namjoon protested. 

"We said it sober too." Yoongi reminded him.

"Well, I... I..." Namjoon didn't know what to say. 

"God is fair." Seokjin smiled. "He gave you dimples and a fat ass, but zero powers of observation."

Namjoon shivered under their hungry gaze. He had always been attracted to them too, but never acted upon it because... well... hmm...

Why didn't he? He knew they were all shades of gay, and they knew he was bi, and he had seen Jimin and Taehyung kissing before, walked in on Jungkook blowing Seokjin once and overheard Yoongi and Hoseok showering together. Why did it never occur to him that he could have joined them?

He glanced down at the metal cage Jimin was still holding. "What's this all got to do with that?"

Jimin held it up. "We want you to wear this."

"For a whole year." Taehyung added.

"So we can really get you riled up." Hoseok grinned.

"And we want to tease your denied little cock every single day, three hundred and sixty four of them all in a row." Yoongi said.

"To make you writhe in pleasure and beg us so prettily to let you cum." Seokjin smiled.

"And we won't let you out until you're thirty!" Jungkook finished.

Namjoon stared at them, mouth open and cock dripping in his underwear.

"The doctor even said it would be okay." Taehyung added when Namjoon was silent.

"Yeah, and we'll make sure you get monthly checkups like she suggested." Hoseok said.

"And if you ever want to stop, we'll let you out." Seokjin promised.

"But you won't want to end it once you experience how good it feels to let us control your orgasms." Yoongi said.

Namjoon shuddered at their words, especially Yoongi's. "I..."

"We'll take real good care of you, Joonie!" Jimin pleaded. "Please!"

"We'll make sure you and the cage both get cleaned daily!" Jungkook nodded. "And like Jinnie said, we'll end it if you really want to quit."

The way they were all looking at him with hope and longing made Namjoon's dick twitch. They really, truly, desperately wanted to devote an entire year to pleasuring him. 

He couldn't believe it.

"Why are you all such fucking perverts?" He finally managed to say.

"Sounds like a yes to me!" Hoseok declared.

"Wait, wait, wait- no!" Namjoon hastily scrambled away when they all reached for him. He sat against the headboard and drew his legs up to shield his cock from their grabby hands.

"I want to lay down some ground rules first." He said sternly.

They all nodded enthusiastically.

"First, when I say a safeword, this ends." He said. "Immediately."

"What word?" Yoongi asked.

Namjoon thought about it. "A simple, easy one. Red."

They all nodded again.

"So even if you say things like 'no, stop, don't', we can still keep going?" Jungkook asked.

"Those are reactionary words, I don't think I'll be able to not say them, especially if I'm out of my mind with the edging." Namjoon said. "So yes, you can keep going if I say that kind of stuff."

"But if you say red, we'll stop touching you and unlock the cage ASAP." Jimin nodded.

"Second- you all still have to keep your appointments." Namjoon said.

They grimaced, but nodded.

"It's only fair." Seokjin reiterated. 

"Third, we make an appointment once a month to make sure my health is fine." Namjoon said. "I don't care what the doctor said, she doesn't have a dick."

Taehyung snickered. "Deal. We want you to be in good health too."

"And fourth, I don't want any hot wax dumped on me, or anything that will cut me." Namjoon said. "Nothing painful. And no God damn piss kinks."

"Agreed." Jimin grinned.

"What if we explore it one day and kink at a time?" Yoongi asked. "We'll offer up something and you can decide then and there if you want to try it or not. Minus the stuff you already said was off limits."

Namjoon nodded in agreement. "Yes, that sounds good."

"Any other rules?" Jungkook asked, placing his hand on Namjoon's thigh. 

The dimpled boy thought about it. "I still have to go to school. If this interferes with my classes then we stop."

"Deal." Seokjin said. "Your education is more important."

"Any more rules?" Hoseok whispered, running a hand up Namjoon's chest.

Namjoon shivered as they all began touching him. "Uhn...n-no..."

"Good. Now it's your turn to listen." Yoongi said, swiping his thumb across Namjoon's bottom lip.

Namjoon wasn't sure how well he could concentrate when he had six gorgeous men all staring at him hungrily and touching him, but he tried his best.

"You won't try to cum." Jungkook whispered.

"No trying to touch yourself through the cage." Jimin said, running a finger up and down Namjoon's sensitive neck.

"All of your orgasms and pleasure will belong to us solely." Yoongi's deep voice rumbled as his pale hand flicked open the button of Namjoon's jeans.

"That means no more putting your naughty little toys up your cute ass." Seokjin winked at him, and Namjoon's cock dribbled more precum.

"You have to tell us immediately if something feels wrong, or if you want to stop." Taehyung said sternly, helping Jungkook pull off the boys pants.

"You can't have any other sexual partners while you're with us." Hoseok removed Namjoon's boxers as well.

Namjoon's heart was hammering now as they pulled off his shirt too and let their hands roam all over his body.

"And of course," they added, "you have to listen to any rules we make."

Hands brushed over his nipples, pinching and twisting them to make him arch off the bed. He moaned, cock leaking profusely as they stroked it, reigniting the pleasure from his exam. Fingers spread the pre cum around while warm palms rubbed his shaft. Hands cupped his balls, massaging and squeezing them. 

He whined in pleasure, head tossed back as the endless hands found every sensitive part of his body. His ass and thighs were grabbed and squeezed. Tongues laved over his nipples and cock while fingers probed into his still lubed ass. Lips pressed to his pecs, his neck, whispered praise and naughty things into his ears.

His orgasm grew fast, his body clenching in anticipation of the wave. It exploded outward as he came all over the hands that were still touching him and he cried out from the intense sensations.

Exhausted, he let the hands clean him up. They rubbed damp cloths over his sweaty skin and wiped away the cum. They yanked the dirty sheets off the bed and tucked him in under clean, warm blankets. 

"Hope that was a good enough orgasm to last you one full year, Joonie."

He barely felt it when something hard and cold was fitted over his cock, but he heard it loud and clear when it was clicked shut.

Namjoon passed out as a key locked the cage closed, giving himself up to the enveloping blackness of sleep. 

From deep in the penthouse, there came a chiming sound as the clock struck midnight.

Chapter Text

While Namjoon slept, the others gathered in the living room with the lights dimmed and celebratory wine glasses in their hands. 

"Good work, everyone." Seokjin clinked glasses with Yoongi as they stood in front of the warm, flickering fireplace. 

"I really thought we lost him after we got back from the hospital." Taehyung settled back against the couch and took a long sip. "He was sooo mad."

Jimin sat down beside him. "Maybe we should have told him from the beginning what the appointment was about."

"Then he never would have gone and our adventure would be over before it started." Hoseok disagreed, lounging on the loveseat.

"Besides, we made it up to him with our own appointments." Jungkook said. 

"Gloater." Jimin muttered, still upset the Golden Maknae got to have almost a full year before having to go in, while Jimin was the next one in line. 

"Boys, let's focus now." Yoongi finally spoke, setting his wineglass down on the mantel. 

The others quickly followed his lead and huddled close together. 

"I've been thinking," the second oldest said, his voice deep in the darkened room. "And our Joonie is going to be pushed to his limits this year. In order to make him last until the end, I vote we offer him an incentive to keep going. We don't want him to quit, after all."

Seokjin nodded. "I agree. If he demanded to be released we would have no choice but to give him the key and all our hard work would be lost. What incentive were you thinking?"

"Since we'll each be putting our Joonie through an intense routine, we should each give him something." Yoongi said. "I think that something should be one million dollars."

The others nodded along easily. After all, for them, that was pocket change.

"Six million dollars is a good incentive to keep anyone going strong." Hoseok agreed. "Should we pay it out daily or give it to him in a lump sum at the end?"

"Let's do it weekly." Jimin decided. "I think being given part of the money at the end of each week will motivate our Joonie more than just imagining it all at the end."

"Okay, so six million divided by 52 weeks..." Jungkook pulled out his calculator. "...rounding up the change it's $115,385 a week."

"A very good incentive." Taehyung grinned. "He definitely won't want to quit now."

"Wait..." Jungkook thought hard. "Doesn't this mean we're technically paying him for sexual favors? Aren't we just making him a prostitute?"

They were all silent for a few long moments as they thought this over.

"Anyways," Yoongi leaned forward again. "Since there are seven of us I think it works out well that we each have a full day of the week with our Joonie. And for one of the days, he should get it to himself so he can recuperate and focus on his schoolwork. His day will be a break day and I think it should be in the middle of the week- Wednesday or Thursday."

"I like that." Seokjin nodded. "I claim Sundays. That day works best with my schedule."

"I want Mondays then!" Taehyung declared. "I wanna be the one to start our Joonie's week."

Yoongi had taken out his Samsung and was using the stylus to scribble this all down in his notes. "I'm taking Fridays to start off his weekend."

His tone left no room for argument over the popular day and the others scrambled to claim the remaining options.

"Saturday!" Jungkook shouted, arm raised. "Dibs! I called it!"

"I'll have Tuesdays, then." Hoseok said with a nod. "Second earliest day."

"Namjoon should have Thursdays off." Jimin, the practical and kind one, decided. "Since that's in the middle of the week. I'll take Wednesdays then."

Yoongi wrote that down. "Lastly, we just need to agree on which part of him we'll each be focusing on. I of course will be claiming his cock."

"Aw, what!" Jungkook immediately whined. "No fair! I want-"

"Jeongguk." Seokjin said in a warning tone.

Jungkook saw Yoongi's eyes were smoldering and he swallowed hard and backed down. "Uh, I mean, I'll take his ass then. Ass is good, I like his ass." He brightened up. "Hey, his hole counts as ass! I get both!"

"His tits are all mine." Hoseok rubbed his hands together like a villain.

"Thighs!" Jimin's hand shot into the air. "I want his thighs!"

"You animals." Taehyung shook his head. "Claiming his body like he's a piece of meat at the butcher shop."

Hoseok snorted. "What are you claiming then- his hands? Feet?"

"Neither." Taehyung sipped his wine. "I'm claiming his wardrobe."

"His closet?" Jungkook couldn't believe it. "What does that even mean?"

"You'll appreciate my choice when you see him wearing sheer panties, mini skirts, harnesses, thigh highs, lingerie, heels and collars." Taehyung smirked.

Jimin drooled. "I can see it already. Damn, Taehyung. You're an artist for real."

"Thank you, Minnie." They clinked glasses.

Yoongi looked to the eldest member. "What is your choice, hyung?"

"I'm more in line with Tete's idea." Seokjin hummed. "You can all clamor over his body all you want. I'm going to select... his lifestyle."

"Lifestyle..." Jungkook whispered, eyes wide as he tried to figure out what that entailed.

"Sex isn't just physical touch." Seokjin reminded him. "You'll see what I mean on Sunday."

"Next Sunday, that is." Hoseok said, since today had been Sunday but since it was past midnight, it was now Monday morning.

Taehyung grinned. "I have a lot to get started on tonight. I want everything to be ready for our Joonie when he wakes up in a few hours."

"Once again, gentlemen," Yoongi held up his glass and the others all followed. "Congratulations to us. And above all, for our Joonie."

"For our Joonie." They chorused, toasting their wineglasses.

And into the night, they celebrated.

Chapter Text

Namjoon was woken up by a commotion, but he couldn't see what it was until he had sat up, scrubbed his eyes, and looked to his left, where he was surprised to see clothes being thrown out of his closet. 

His clothes. 

"Taehyung?" He asked, voice heavy with sleep. "What are you doing in my closet?"

A shirt went arcing out of the walk-in, landing on a pile of discarded clothing.

Taehyung leaned back, poking his upper body out of the closet space. 

"Getting started. Don't mind me, Joonie. Go back to sleep."

But Namjoon was suspicious now. 

"Hey, you little weasel, don't touch my-"

He threw off the covers, ready to confront the younger, but paused when he realized he was still naked from last night. 

He looked down, startled to see gleaming metal encasing his dick. He vaguely remembered it being locked on him as he was falling asleep. 

He grabbed it in his fist, immediately trying to tug it off. 

"Ow!" He exclaimed, surprised at the sudden pain around his balls.

"Yeah, it only comes off with a key." Taehyung didn't look up as he continued to throw clothes. "Pulling on it just tugs on the ring around your balls, which, as you just found out, hurts."

"You pervert bastards." Namjoon gritted out. 

"You agreed to it." Taehyung reminded him. He finished whatever he was doing and stood up, brushing his hands off. 

"I was coerced." Namjoon missed his dick. The cage made it look small and it was humiliating, especially when he knew he was the biggest in the house. 

"If you want me to take it off, I will." Taehyung pulled a small key out of his pocket. "We all have one."

Namjoon reached for it but Taehyung yanked it back. 

"Wait, hear me out first." The younger said, and he was so attractive with his messy, dark hair that Namjoon listened. 

"We thought you might change your mind," Taehyung said. "So Yoongi came up with an incentive to keep you going."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Namjoon rolled his eyes. "A gift set of variety dildos and vibrators?" 

"Uh, no." Taehyung quickly made a mental note to pick a different gift idea for the boy's Christmas present. 

He dug into his other pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. 

He handed it out and Namjoon took it with a look of suspicion. 

"Open it, pussy. I didn't hide a loaded gun in there." Taehyung huffed. 

Namjoon opened the folded paper and was surprised to see it was a check. 

A check for $115,385. 

Made out to him. 

He stared, mouth falling slightly open in shock. 

"A little weekly incentive to keep you in the game." Taehyung batted his eyelashes. 

"W... weekly...?" Namjoon blinked hard, staring at the number as if expecting it to suddenly change. "But... but that's-"

"Six million dollars." Taehyung nodded. "Tax-free and all for you." 

The check was suddenly yanked out of his hands. 

"Hey-!" Namjoon tried to snatch it back but the younger boy was faster. 

"You'll get this back on Sunday," Taehyung told him. "Provided you don't take the cage off or have an orgasm." 

"I can't have an orgasm without taking the cage off." Namjoon reminded him. 

"Exactly. So if you really want this back..." Taehyung held out the little golden key on his palm, and the check in the other. "It's your choice, Joonie."

"I'm not your prostitute." Namjoon said, despite knowing damn well which option he was taking.

For six million dollars, there wasn't much he wouldn't do.

With a grumble, he pointed to the check. "I want that."

"Good. Then do as we tell you to and if you make it until midnight on Sunday, you'll get this back, signed from all of us." Taehyung pocketed both items for now. "And at the end of the year, you will be six million dollars richer."

"Those checks better not bounce," Namjoon warned. "If I miss out on a year's worth of orgasms for nothing, I will kill you all." 

"And that would be fair." Taehyung hummed in agreement. 

"All that still doesn't explain why you're trashing my closet." Namjoon crossed his arms. 

"It was full of last season's fads." Taehyung snorted. "It was lucky I didn't set it on fire."

Namjoon frowned. "My mom got me a lot of that stuff."

"And bless her lower middle class self." Taehyung put his hand over his heart. "Anyways, since I get you all to myself on Mondays, I'm starting step one of my-"

"Wait," Namjoon interrupted. "What? What do you mean you get me on Mondays?" 

Taehyung huffed at the interruption. "Did you expect us to all fight over you all day, every day, for a year straight?"

Namjoon blinked. "I didn't expect anyone to fight anyone over me, ever."

"Namjoon, you're a sexy, tall, golden-skinned, intelligent polyglot with huge muscles, a radiant smile, and a deep, unique mind who has a way with words that no one else can replicate and speaks in an alluring, deep voice. You have fat tits, a thin waist and thick fucking thighs. Not even mentioning the dragon eyes or lethal face card." Taehyung rolled his eyes. "And you live in a house with six horny gay men. Did you really think we would all keep our hands off you?"

Namjoon preened, stretching his arms out. "Huge muscles, you say?"

"We each get you for one day a week, except Thursdays, which will be your day off to focus on school." Taehyung explained. "On each of our respective days, since we each claimed a part of you, we get you all to ourselves."

Namjoon scowled, his good mood popping. "Hey, I'm not a piece of meat for you perverts to just pass around and claim."

Taehyung held up the check again, eyebrow raised. 

"Just call me beefcake." Namjoon took a seat on the bed. 

His heart started to pound- partly in nerves but mostly in arousal. He wondered what his roommates had all planned out for him. 

"So what part of me did you pick, then?" He asked as he watched Taehyung return to his closet. 

"Of your body?" Taehyung hummed as he discarded more clothing. "Nothing."

Namjoon frowned. "What? You just gave me like twenty compliments five minutes ago, yet you didn't want anything to do with any part of me?"

"Now, I never said that." Taehyung began hanging up the now empty hangers back on the rail. 

"Stop bullying my closet." Namjoon growled.

"If it's anything like you, it likes the abuse." 

"That was one video!" Namjoon protested. 

Damn, he really needed to start clearing his search history. 

Taehyung turned around, and in his hand was a small white box, wrapped up in a light blue ribbon bow. 

"What's this?" Namjoon was suspicious again. 

"A gift." Taehyung blinked innocently, offering it up. 

"I don't trust you." Namjoon grumbled but snatched up the present anyway. He grabbed one end of the bow and tugged, unraveling it. He grabbed the top of the box and lifted it, peering in to see a sparkling, diamond necklace draped over a bundle of white tissue paper. 

He blinked, not expecting that. 

"Oh..." He set the box down on the bed and carefully lifted up the necklace. It was surprisingly heavy, with a gold clasp in the back. It glittered under the sunlight that streamed through the window, reflecting light across the walls. 

"Those are real Swarovski white diamonds." Taehyung stated proudly. "And, if you look closely, it says a message."

Namjoon leaned in closer, eyes narrowing as he inspected it up close. 

Then he realized what it was: some of the diamonds had gold flecks, barely noticeable unless you were examining them closely, and they were placed in such a way that Namjoon could make out letters.

O...u...

"Our Joonie." Taehyung smiled. "A secret message just the seven of us will know about. You can wear it out in public for everyone to see, but only we will know what it says. And it's a collar, fitted perfectly for your neck. Not too tight, not too loose." 

Namjoon didn't know what to say. He knew he was holding millions of dollars in his hands, and it would take him a week to count every diamond there was. It was beautiful... but Namjoon didn't think he was beautiful enough to wear it. 

"Tae... I can't accept this." Namjoon lowered the choker to the bed. 

"Why not?" Taehyung walked over. 

Namjoon was embarrassed, a pink blush forming on his cheeks. 

"Joonie," Taehying picked up the jewelry and stood behind the boy, facing him towards the floor length mirror. "You can accept this because it is you. Shining, radiant, strong, beautiful, unique, golden, perfect, one of a kind, priceless- need I go on?"

He wrapped the choker around Namjoon's neck, clasping it in place.

The fit was immaculate; loose enough to let him breathe normally but tight enough to stay in place and be a constant reminder that it was there. It was heavy, but a good kind of heavy. 

Namjoon stared, bringing his fingertips up to gently run them across the glittering diamonds. He could make out the secret golden letters. 

Our Joonie. 

It made him feel... worthy. Loved. Beautiful.

It made him feel at home. 

"Thank you." He managed to get out, his voice filled with emotion. 

Taehyung leaned in and pressed a kiss to the back of Namjoon's neck, where his mole was. 

"Go show it off, beautiful." 

-

Taehyung had allowed him to grab a T shirt and shorts from his ravaged closet, and Namjoon had suspicions that would be changing sooner than later. But for now he was fully clothed and he was going to enjoy it while he could. 

He stepped into the hallway, shy and self-conscious of his new jewelry. He wanted to show it to the others but he was also feeling timid about doing so. 

Playing with his fingers, Namjoon took little steps down the hall until he got to the staircase, where he peered down into the living room. 

He could see the others milling about, talking and laughing as they watched TV. 

Heart pounding, Namjoon slowly descended the stairs. He was only halfway down when Jimin turned and spotted him. 

"Joonie!" The smallest boy raised his arm up in greeting, where he was holding a glass of wine. "Come here, gorgeous." 

Smiling, Namjoon hurried down the rest of the stairs where Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok all were gathered. 

"We were just celebrating," Jimin explained as he welcomed Namjoon into their circle. "Jungkookie's start-up just got the greenlight!" 

"Congratulations!" Namjoon beamed, though he wasn't sure what that meant. 

"Our tech is projected to replace Microsoft by 2030." Jungkook grinned. He grabbed a glass off the table and poured wine into it before handing it to Namjoon. "Cheers!"

Namjoon toasted his glass with the others, proud of his friend's success.

"But enough about me," Jungkook said as if his major achievement wasn't life changing. "Look at you!"

Namjoon blushed as they crowded in, ooh'ing and ahh'ing over his new necklace. He clasped his hands together in front of him, a bashful smile on his face as he rocked on his heels. 

"It looks so gorgeous on you." Hoseok praised, lightly tilting the boy's head up by pressing his fingertips to Namjoon's chin. "Pretty boy." 

"Taehyung did well." Jungkook agreed, looking up and down Namjoon's body with deliberate slowness. 

Jimin ran his finger along the diamonds. "Our beautiful Joonie. All for us. Dressed up in his pretty collar."

All the attention and compliments had him blushing harder, and, for some reason, his dick twitched in its cage. 

"Where are Jin and Yoongi?" Namjoon finally managed to ask, his voice slightly high-pitched. 

"They're both at work," Hoseok said, still cupping Namjoon's cheek. "Jin should be back soon though, not sure about Yoongi."

Namjoon felt a small twinge of disappointment that his two hyungs weren't around to see his new jewelry. 

"What does Yoongi do?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch. 

Jungkook had fired up the gaming console and he and Jimin started playing a racing game, being loud and obnoxious immediately. 

Hoseok shrugged, taking a seat beside him. "Truth be told, I don't even know. Something with finance, I think." 

"No, it's with production," Jimin said, poking his tongue out in concentration. "Damnit Jungkook! You crashed into me on purpose!" 

Jungkook remained standing, easily flicking and hitting the buttons on the controller as his eyes remained fixed on the screen. 

"It's not production, it's theater. There's a difference." The youngest said. 

Namjoon wondered how it could be that no one knew what Yoongi did for a living. "Did anyone ask him?"

Hoseok chuckled and sipped his wine. "You haven't. Why is that?" 

It was because Yoongi had a black aura about him that quietly demanded privacy and respect, but Namjoon didn't want to admit that. 

"You're all his best friends, you should know more about him." Namjoon argued. 

"If Yoongi hyung wanted us to know, he would tell us." Jimin said. "God damnit- fuck you, Jungkook!" 

Namjoon watched as Jungkook's car easily won the race. "You drive about as bad as me." 

"Oh that's mean." Hoseok laughed. "Diss him again." 

"Okay speed racer," Jimin tossed the controller to him. "You beat him." 

And as Namjoon drank and laughed with his friends, he forgot about the cage around his cock entirely. 

-

"Yah!" Seokjin's yell came from the foyer. "Which one of you keeps leaving his shoes in the way of the door instead of stacking them on the rack?!" 

Namjoon leaped up from the couch, eager to show the older man his new choker. 

"Hey, welcome back." 

Seokjin looked up and smiled. "Hello gorgeous. You're looking extra beautiful today." 

Namjoon preened and tilted his head, catching the light from the window on his collar.

Seokjin stepped up to inspect it. "Ah, Taehyung wasn't lying when he said he designed the greatest gift of all time."

Namjoon was surprised. "Wait, he made it?"

Seokjin nodded, picking his briefcase up as he headed into the house. "Of course. He's always been a designer at heart."

Namjoon followed him, feeling a deeper affection for the younger boy. "I didn't know... I thought he worked in business."

"He owns businesses, all of them a variety." Seokjin hummed, walking up the stairs to his bedroom. 

Namjoon followed him again, like a little kid after their mother. "What about Yoongi? What does he do?" 

Seokjin tossed the briefcase on his bed and started undoing his tie. Namjoon watched the red fabric get tossed around effortlessly between nimble fingers. 

"Yoongi? Don't know."

Namjoon blinked. "But... aren't you his best friend? Since forever? How can you not know?"

Seokjin shrugged. "Never came up in conversation." 

He smirked at the younger male. "You know, if you're that curious, you could just ask him."

Namjoon blushed, immediately shy at the thought. 

"See?" Seokjin chuckled. "He'll tell us if he wants to. Until then, we respect his privacy."

"What time does he get back?" Namjoon sat on the corner of Seokjin's bed and bounced up and down. 

"Yoongi?" Seokjin cocked his head. "He's been home all day."

-

Namjoon stood outside Yoongi's bedroom, looking at the closed door. It was painted black, even the handle. 

He raised a timid fist, hesitated, then knocked softly. 

His heart pounded and he wondered why he was always so shy when it came to the second oldest. 

The door cracked open, revealing a dark room and a narrowed eye. Yoongi realized it was Namjoon and pushed the door open wider. 

"Joonie." He smiled. 

"H-hi." Namjoon had to tilt his head down to make eye contact with the smaller man, but even then his heart still pounded. 

"Ah," Yoongi noticed the choker and stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him. "Look at you." 

Namjoon did his signature small smile. "Do you like it?" 

"I love it, Joonie. Our Joonie..." His pale fingertips traced over the diamonds. 

There was a possessive note in Yoongi's deep voice that had Namjoon's cock twitch again. 

And he still had 364 days to go. 

-

Laying in his bed that night, Namjoon's hand drifted down to his cock, grabbing the metal cage. 

With a small frown, he tugged lightly on it, and even that small pressure made him wince. 

The combination of everyone calling him "ours" and the fact they had been the ones to lock the cage on him had Namjoon feeling like he was owned. He supposed, with the collar, he was "theirs". 

And that was just fine with him.

Besides, if every day was going to be like today- getting a meaningful gift, being the center of attention and showered with praise and love- Namjoon decided this might not be such a hard year after all.

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Namjoon slept with the collar on, enjoying the heavy and tight feeling when he awoke the next day.

However, that feeling was quickly shattered when he realized he needed to use the bathroom.

He was about to head to his connected bathroom when he remembered the cage.

Looking down, he wondered how he was supposed to use the toilet with it on. He hadn't needed to go yesterday so the thought never occurred to him, but now it was definitely an urgent matter.

Hoseok knocked on the door loudly before bursting it open.

"Good morning Joonie!" He chirped. "Ready for breakfast?"

"How do I piss?" Namjoon asked, frowning at his dick.

Hoseok chuckled, walking over. He reached under his shirt and pulled out a small key, similar to Taehyung's that hung on a string around his neck. "I can help you with that, baby."

Namjoon followed him to the bathroom, a little self-conscious to be naked and caged in front of a fully clothed man.

Hoseok stopped in front of the toilet and gave Namjoon a stern look. "Are you going to be a good boy and not touch our community cock?"

"Your what?!" Namjoon spluttered, his cheeks turning red immediately.

"No illegal cummies." Hoseok tsk'ed and shook his head.

"Give me the fucking key or I'll quit." Namjoon growled.

He knew Hoseok had a kink for humiliating but damn, he didn't know it was so strong.

"Say it." Hoseok dangled the key. "Say you'll be a good boy and not touch our community cock or have any illegal cummies. Then you can go potty."

"Listen, asshole-"

"Ah, too bad." Hoseok shrugged and tucked the key back under his shirt.

"Hey!" Namjoon exclaimed as Hoseok left the bathroom. "Let me piss!"

"Not until you say the magical words to unlock our naughty and slutty community cock." Hoseok was smirking and it was dangerously attractive.

"Say that shit again and I'll knock you out." Namjoon warned, straightening himself up to be his tall, broad and muscular self.

That ego was promptly deflated when Hoseok flicked his eyes down to Namjoon's caged cock and smirked harder.

"Tiny little thing in there, isn't it?"

"Hey!" Namjoon's cheeks were dark red and the blood in his veins shot straight to his dick. "I'm bigger than all of you!"

"Not right now." Hoseok's best friend, the smirk, grew wider.

Namjoon, not having a comeback, grit his teeth. He crossed his arms. "Let me piss or I'll make it everyone's problem."

Hoseok shrugged, walking backwards to the bedroom door. "Quit. Go ahead. Tell them you're giving up after just one day. I'll go down in history as the one who made you give up without even having to do anything."

It would have been easy to end it all right now, to be freed, to use the bathroom, to grab himself and finally jerk off. But something in him made Namjoon hesitate.

He didn't want to quit this early. There would be so much he would miss out on. And what if his roommates would all be disappointed in him?

"Please just let me use it." He muttered, looking at the floor. "Please, Hoba?"

Hoseok walked back over and cupped Namjoon's cheeks in his hands, forcing the boy to look up and make eye contact.

"Say it."

Namjoon flushed, his heart racing. His mouth opened, but he couldn't make himself say the humiliating words.

He squirmed in the older boys hold. "I... I can't..."

Hoseok tightened his hold on the boy's face. "You can say it. Come on now, it's easy."

Namjoon whined, his cheeks slightly squished. "It's embarrassing."

"That's the point, baby."

Namjoon shifted his weight from foot to foot, fingers nervously fiddling with each other. He couldn't say it- he just couldn't.

"Say it, Joonie."

Hoseok's insistence was starting to become a turn on for Namjoon, who started to feel smaller under the older boys commands.

Hoseok sighed at Namjoon's silence. "Oh well."

He released the boy and stepped back. "Today is Tuesday, baby. You know what that means?"

"It's your day?" Namjoon rubbed his slightly sore cheek.

"Damn right." Hoseok grinned and patted Namjoon's bed. "Lay down, baby."

Namnoon frowned. "But I have to pee still."

"You know what you need to do to get unlocked." Hoseok patted the bed again. "Until then, come lay down."

Namjoon stood for a moment, torn between his urge to relieve himself and his stubbornness at saying such a humiliating statement.

Stubbornness won, and Namjoon walked over to the bed.

He settled on his back, apprehensive of what the older boy had planned.

"Be a good boy now and don't touch that slutty little cock." Hoseok said, heading to the door. "I'll be right back."

"It's not slutty." Namjoon muttered, childishly.

To be petty, he grabbed the metal, but it didn't do anything to relieve his bladder or his slight arousal.

Hoseok returned a few moments later, a small bag in hand.

"Arms up." He directed, pulling out a coil of rope.

"What's that for?"

Hoseok rolled his eyes. "Oh these are the new windows to be installed. What do you think?"

Namjoon scowled as the boy grabbed his wrists and tied them to the headboard with the rope. "Diva."

Hoseok tied the boys ankles as well, leaving Namjoon spread wide and tied down.

The smirk had returned as Hoseok straddled Namjoon's abs, setting his bag on the mattress beside the boys head.

"Had to get a few things first since your attitude changed my original plan." Hoseok said as he dug an arm into the bag. "But I'm creative."

Namjoon's stomach lurched at that, his heart beginning to beat faster.

"As you know, we each claimed a part of you." Hoseok explained. "And I had dibs on your sweet tits."

Namjoon sighed. "I should have known. You perverts are all obsessed with my chest."

"Your tits." Hoseok clarified.

As if Namjoon needed a demonstration, Hoseok grabbed a pec in each hand, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh.

Namjoon squirmed beneath him. "Ugh... pervert."

His cock twitched from its confines as his nipples were rubbed.

Hoseok sighed in contentment, still playing with the boys chest. "I'd buy you some bras for these massive tits, but I love that you go free style and I get to watch them bounce when you move and see your cute nips poke against your shirt."

He lowered his head to Namjoon's chest and smothered his face between the boys pecs, squeezing them.

Namjoon's heart raced harder at the arousal, and he could feel his cock attempt to harden.

"Surprised you're not an ass man," he managed to get out.

"I'm that too." Hoseok mumbled into Namjoon's pecs.

He finally pulled back, his hair slightly askew.

"Anyways, I'm combining our first day with your first punishment." Hoseok smirked. "I'm proud to be the one that gets to deliver your first one."

"What?" Namjoon exclaimed. "Why am I being punished?"

"You didn't listen to me and say the words." Hoseok shook his head. "You're gunna go potty sooner than later, Joonie."

Namjoon scowled, face red. "Don't say potty. I'm not an infant."

"You act like one." Hoseok dug into his bag again and pulled something out.

Namjoon recoiled when he saw the metal ring gag. "Where did that come from?"

"Well gee, they were having a sale on them down at the local girl scouts stand." Hoseok rolled his eyes as he forced the metal ring into Namjoon's mouth. "Obviously I bought it at a sex store."

Namjoon shook his head and glared, but the ring forced his mouth to stay open, rendering him speechless.

Hoseok pulled out the next item, and though it was the most harmless thing, Namjoon still struggled under the older boy.

Hoseok chuckled as he cracked open the water bottle. "Figured it out, huh genuis?"

He gripped Namjoon's hair in one fist, keeping the boys head in place as he dumped a few streams of water into Namjoon's mouth.

He went slow, letting it wash down the boys throat before adding more.

"Good boy," he praised, dumping the last of the bottle. "You're gunna go potty so well for me, aren't you, Joonie?"

Namjoon shook his head wildly, but already he was aching to go, and the added water wasn't helping him remain stubborn.

"Let's not forget about our regularly scheduled activity just because you're being punished." Hoseok hummed and reached into the bag again.

He pulled out two small clamps, holding them up for Namjoon to see before bringing them to the boys chest.

He clipped the rubber tipped tongs to the boys nipple, letting go and watching in fascination as Namjoon's chest heaved from the strong pinch.

"There there," he patted Namjoon's abdomen. "We haven't even added any weights yet."

Instead of clipping the next one, he took out another water bottle and cracked it open.

Namjoon shook his head wildly, but Hoseok just grabbed his head again and held him down.

"Swallow." He commanded as he poured the water into the boys mouth. "Keep swallowing. Good boy. Almost done, baby."

Namjoon coughed once he was finally able to breathe again, torn between focusing on his filled bladder or his pinched nipple.

"Next one!" Hoseok said cheerfully. He grabbed the second clamp and made it bite the boys other nipple, satisfied at the long whimper Namjoon let out.

He cupped the boys clamped tits, pressing them together and jiggling the flesh. Namjoon moaned as his sore nipples were jostled. He struggled under Hoseok but the hyung had tied his ropes tightly.

"Look at you," Hoseok cooed, still playing with the boys tits. "All helpless and clamped beneath me. Letting me play with your beautiful, fat titties. What a good boy you are, Joonie. Good little slut for me."

Namjoon didn't know why his dick was responding to that, but it certainly was.

Hoseok finally released his chest, making Namjoon think he was getting a break, but then he pulled out a third water bottle and the tied up boy groaned.

"You gotta learn to listen to your hyungs." Hoseok scolded as he tipped the water into the boys mouth again. "When they tell you to admit you have a slutty, little, community cock that belongs to your roommates, you agree with them."

Namjoon felt like he was going to burst. He had been desperate at the start already, but as Hoseok started pushing against Namjoon's lower abdomen, as if encouraging the water to flow down faster,
Namjoon knew he didn't have a choice.

Hoseok finished the third bottle and tossed it aside before unbuckling the gag.

"I have more bottles," he warned. "Unless you're ready to be a good boy."

Namjoon groaned, trying to bring his legs together against the undeniable urge to piss. "Please! Unlock me!"

"What do you say?" Hoseok asked sternly.

"Hoseok! I can't! Please!"

"Say it."

Namjoon writhed, struggling as much as he could against the ropes and Hoseok's body. "Let me go!"

Hoseok reached down and tugged lightly on one of the clamps, adding to Namjoon's struggles.

"Ah!" He gasped, arching. "Stop!"

"Say it." Hoseok resumed his playing with one hand, his other reaching back for his bag.

Fear struck Namjoon.

"No! Don't! I can't take another one!"

Whether it was another water bottle or another clamp, Namjoon was serious about both.

Hoseok said nothing, just reached into the bag further. He pressed himself down and leaned back, adding pressure to the tied up boys full bladder.

Namjoon moaned, sweat breaking out at his temples. He couldn't hold it. He couldn't fathom being stuck like this, so desperate and full, for a single second longer.

"It's slutty! It's slutty!" He cried out. "My- your- our cock! The c-community cock! It's a- a good boy and won't have any- a-any-..." He couldn't remember what the rest of it was.

Hoseok was amused. "Won't have any illegal cummies."

"Yes, that!" Namjoon nodded vigorously. "Please! Let me go!"

"Say the last part." Hoseok cracked open the fourth water bottle. A drop of condensation ran down it and dropped directly between Namjoon's tits.

"Illegal cummies!" Namjoon shouted, thrashing. "I won't! I swear!"

Hoseok chuckled. "Not bad for your first time, baby. We'll make improvements, however."

He slid off the boy and untied his ankles and the rope from the headboard, but kept Namjoon's wrists tied together and kept the clamps on.

"Come on, baby." Hoseok guided the boy to the bathroom and stood him in front of the toilet. He brought out the necklace key and knelt, inserting it into the small lock on the underside of the cage.

Namjoon groaned when he was released, feeling cool air on his cock.

"Someone enjoyed that," Hoseok smirked at Namjoon's red and slightly erect dick.

Namjoon ignored him, reaching his bound hands down to grab himself, but Hoseok grabbed his tied wrists and pinned them, grabbing the boys cock with his free hand.

Namjoon gasped at the sudden contact, bucking his hips. "What are you-"

"Remember the rules, baby," Hoseok whispered, pressing his lips to Namjoon's ear. "You don't get to touch your cock. It's ours now, remember? Our shared, community cock."

Namjoon groaned, unable to form a reply as his bladder finally released.

Hoseok helped him until the boy was done, then guided him to the sink and untied him. They both washed their hands, and then Hoseok guided the now soft cock back into the cage, and Namjoon watched as it was locked back up.

Hoseok led them back to the bed, laying Namjoon down again. He climbed in beside the boy and turned to face him, playing lightly with Namjoon's clamps.

"You are such a good boy for me." Hoseok sighed in contentment. "So pretty and sensitive. Such reactions! A very good boy for letting me play with him so well."

He pressed a kiss to Namjoon's dimple and the younger couldn't resist a small smile at the praise.

"You're still a dick for all that." He said, settling back.

"I know." Hoseok kissed him again.

Namjoon started to like the soft weight on his nipples. The initial pain had faded, leaving a pleasant ache and dull heaviness to his very sensitive chest.

His collar was still heavy to him as well, and Namjoon found something arousing in the way he felt weighted by his roommates' accessories.

He was surprised when Hoseok suddenly removed both clamps.

"Hey," he sat up, rubbing his empty chest.

"Hey yourself, brat." Hoseok dropped them back in the bag.

Namjoon frowned. "You're done?"

Hoseok chuckled. "Today was our first day together, baby. Of course we're going to start small and test your limits."

Namjoon supposed that was the right thing to do, but after everything that had happened so quickly, he was a little... disappointed to be done with it all.

"I'll see you in a week." Hoseok said, sliding off the bed. He picked up his bag and headed to the door. "Remember, you know what you need to tell your hyungs when you need to use the bathroom again."

And Namjoon realized saying that humiliating statement was just the beginning.

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That night, the roommates minus Namjoon gathered again in the living room.

While the dimpled beauty slept, the others lounged on the sofas and recliners or stood in front of the flickering fireplace. The lights were dimmed, as they did not want to wake up their Joonie.

"So, are we just going to gather every night?" Jungkook questioned, before tossing back his drink.

"Only when need be." Seokjin said. "I can't imagine we would have to meet up in secret every single time our Joonie goes to bed."

"I like it." Hoseok grinned, settling back against the large couch as he got comfy. "Feels like we're an elite mystery group."

"Why did you call us to meet?" Yoongi asked Taehyung.

"Few things." Taehyung set down his wineglass and stood up, walking to stand in front of the fireplace, and everyone gathered together on the couch to pay attention. 

"First," he stated. "I've been thinking, and I know we're starting off light with our Joonie, but once we get into the more hardcore stuff, we should meet daily, but at least weekly, to discuss how he handled the more extreme sessions and gauge where he's at mentally, physically and emotionally."

Jimin was nodding. "That's a great idea, Tae."

"I completely agree." Seokjin said. "We don't want to overwhelm him or push him too far."

"I also agree." Yoongi leaned back. "We should all be on the same page regarding his status, and if we have any concerns after our sessions with him, we will immediately contact the others and confer on a course of action."

"It's no fun if he's not enjoying it," Hoseok added. "Send a text to the group chat first, then we'll all hop on a call if we can, and from there we'll have a meeting that night."

Taehyung nodded. "Also, I had an idea regarding that weekly check we give him. Since it's not valid until/unless we all sign it, we should make him do something we each want before we each add our signature to it."

"Like what?" Jungkook questioned.

Taehyung shrugged. "Anything. Within reason, of course. Like, since I have him on Mondays, he has until midnight to get my signature. Then he'll need Hobi's, then Jimin's, and so on."

"But what if he doesn't do it?" Jimin asked. "I mean, it's unfair for us to say we'll give him a check for a certain amount but then snatch it back if he fails one of our tests or refuses to submit. Because it's not valid unless we all sign it, so if he's successful 5/6 times, it's unfair to make him lose it all over just missing one, you know?"

"Oh, we'll always sign it." Taehyung assured him with a smile. "He just won't know that. He'll think there's real risk involved and therefor will push himself, which is what we want. In moderation, of course. No one do anything crazy."

Yoongi nodded slowly. "It could work as a tool to get him to take a difficult step. Let's do it, but if genuinely upsets him we'll tell him the truth."

"Plus he'll feel a bigger sense of accomplishment when he earns each signature, and therefor the entire amount on the check." Hoseok said.

"And if he fails an initial test, we'll make another one for him, but an easier version." Seokjin said, and everyone agreed.

They clinked their glasses in cheers, and though they were all excited, none were more excited than Jimin, whose turn with their favorite boy would start in just a few hours.

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It had only been three days since his last orgasm and Namjoon was already getting irritated.

Multiple times a day, his hand drifted to his cock, only to be reminded he couldn't access his own pleasure. The metal prevented any skin to skin contact, making his frustration grow both sexually and emotionally.

He huffed, flopping back on his bed, limbs spread.

Remember the check, he thought to himself. Six million by my next birthday.

He resolved his strength and pushed his desire away. The money was more than worth it. He just had to distract himself.

Which was hard to do when his roommates all were dedicating a whole year of attention to his dick.

Speaking of, today was Jimin's day, yet Namjoon had yet to see any sign of the smallest member.

Suspicious, he slid off the bed and walked to the door, peeking into the hallway.

There was no sign of Jimin, so Namjoon ventured to the boys room. The door was shut and he raised a hand to knock.

"Jimin?" He called. "You in there?"

"Come in, Joonie!" Jimin called.

Namjoon opened the door, surprised to see Jimin in front of a large whiteboard.

"What's this?" He asked as he walked over. It was a maze of color and columns. He noticed a section dedicated to his turn ons and turns offs, where someone had written 'piss' in the turn off section. He didn't know why that was funny, but it was. There was also a list called 'Expectations', and under it was written 'for bathroom - say I'll be a good boy and not touch your community cock or have any illegal cummies'. Namjoon cringed at that, knowing he would have to say it every time he wanted to use the bathroom from now on- not just when he was with Hoseok.

"That fucking pervert." He muttered.

"We made a schedule for you, Joonie." Jimin hummed, adding the last touches to it. "It's color coded and sorted by category. Each of us filled in our respective days with our current weekly plan."

Namjoon looked it over, a frown on his face. "Why does it say 'signature - 2/6'?"

"Because you've obtained one third of the signatures needed for this week." Jimin smiled.

"For what?"

"For the check."

"The check?!" Namjoon's eyes widened. "My check?!"

"Taehyung and Hobi were kind enough to add theirs for you, despite you not having to do much for them." Jimin said. 

"What are you talking about?" Namjoon demanded, sensing something had taken place without him present. "What did you dicks decide?"

"It was Tae's idea." Jimin sat on the bed. "Bend over."

"I- what?" Namjoon blinked.

"Turn around and bend over." Jimin said, relaxing in his spot. His wandered slowly down Namjoon's body. 

Namjoon crossed his arms. "No. Tell me what's going on."

"I will. Once you bend over." He smirked. "I wanna see those big, juicy thighs that I own."

Namjoon's face flushed with embarrassment. Something about Jimin being younger than him was fueling it the most.

"Come on, Joonie." The smaller boy urged, waving his hand. "The sooner you do, the sooner you'll have answers."

"You fucks better not be messing with my money." He warned, but turned around. It was easier to bend over when he couldn't see the younger male's face, after all. 

Heat burned on his cheeks when he felt Jimin's eyes on him- specifically on his ass and thighs- as he leaned down, putting his hands on his knees for balance. He could feel the tiny shorts Taehyung had given him ride up.

"You know those checks aren't valid until they're signed." Jimin said. "And since it's got all our names on it, all six of us have to sign it for you before you can cash it."

"Then I'll forge your signatures." Namjoon muttered.

Jimin chuckled. "That might work... until we call our banks and report the check as fraud. Then you can explain to the cops why we were writing it in the first place. They won't believe you until you drop your pants and show them your cute little caged cock."

Namjoon groaned, trying to look behind himself. "You assholes can't keep changing the rules on me- that's not fair!"

"Relax, that's why Taehyung and Hoseok already signed it for you." Jimin drank in the sight of the boys presented ass and spread thighs. "On each member's respective day, you'll do something for them to get their signature. If you're a good little slut for us, that won't be a challenge at all."

"No god damn piss kinks." Namjoon warned. 

Jimin chuckled, pulling out his phone as he opened the camera, aiming it as the boys ass. He started recording a video, zooming in so only Namjoon's ass and thighs were in the frame. "Don't worry, the way to get a signature will be easy. We don't want you to quit, after all."

Namjoon huffed. "So what do I have to do to get your signature?"

"You're already doing it." Jimin sent the recording to the group chat- the one without Namjoon in it- and went back to the camera to take another video. "Listening so well for me. Let's try out a few more poses, huh Joonie? Straighten up and face me."

Namjoon did, only because he wanted to get out of that bent over position.

"Raise your arms above your head," Jimin commanded, keeping the phone up with one hand. "Cross your wrists over each other. Good... good...stay still, stay just like that. Tilt your head back a little, yeah, like that. Good boy."

Namjoon blushed at the way Jimin was obviously recording him, trailing the phone slowly down. "I thought you just wanted my thighs. Not all this... mannequin shit."

"Of course I want your thighs. I love your thighs." Jimin sent that recording to the chat too. "Now stay like and spread your legs a little. Little more, perfect. Good boy, Joonie."

Namjoon felt his dick try to harden at the attention and the filming and the pet names and the praise. His cheeks were flushed at the slight shame he felt, but it also felt good in a way he couldn't describe. He was still wearing the diamond choker and the sunlight from the window sparkled off it, making him feel like he was on display.

At least Jimin wasn't getting between his spread legs and filming up Namjoon's shorts.

"But just because I like your thighs so much doesn't mean that's the only thing I can have." Jimin continued. "Take off your shirt."

Namjoon felt his heartrate pick up at the command, but he followed it anyways. He slid the shirt off and let it fall to the floor. 

"Beautiful boy." Jimin cooed, zooming in on the boys chest with the phone. "Good boy, Joonie. Earning that signature very well. Now put your arms behind your back at the base of your spine, one on top of the other, and stick your chest out."

Namjoon did, looking away as pink color his cheeks.

He swore he could feel the camera lens on his pecs, despite Jimin still being a few feet away on the bed. 

"The others are going to love this." Jimin grinned. "Gunna love seeing you pose so pretty, Joonie. Our pretty doll."

Namjoon didn't know how he was going to survive the year when his cock was already trying to get hard just from this. He wasn't even being touched! He supposed it was good to know that being filmed was a turn on for him, though. And posing. Was there a name for that? 

"Okay, last one. Come to the bed."

Namjoon's heart skipped a beat at that, but he still made his way over to the bed.

Jimin scooted over to give him room. "Okay, lay on your back. Shoulders against the headboard- good. Now put your hands together behind your head. Yes, like that. Now spread your legs and bend your knees a little."

Namjoon did, his blush intensifying when Jimin sat between them, filming up his torso. 

"We came up with an idea." Jimin said, raising his free hand to gently touch his fingertips to Namjoon's inner thigh. He trailed them slowly along, barely touching one of Namjoon's most sensitive parts.

Namjoon tried not to react, but it was torture to remain still and spread while stimulation was so close to his cock and making him fight shivers.

"Do as we say and you'll get rewarded." Jimin was saying, and Namjoon tried to listen. "Signatures, praise, gifts, et cetera." He filmed the way he was teasing Namjoon. "But if you disobey us, there will be consequences. Punishments, humiliation, infantilization."

The last word snapped Namjoon back to reality.

"Infant- what?"

Jimin grinned, peeking out from behind the phone. "That caught your attention, didn't it?" He laughed. "Hobi noticed how you didn't like it when he used baby talk with you yesterday, so we decided that when you're being naughty, we'll treat you like a baby. Discourage that type of behavior."

Namjoon glared. "What's wrong with you fucking weirdos? Normal people don't think like this."

"Pretty dolls don't talk." Jimin placed a finger over his lips. "Pretty dolls lay there and let their bodies be seen and touched."

Namjoon opened his mouth to retort, then decided he cared more about the signature than snapping at Jimin. Besides, he definitely did not want to be treated like a baby.

"Good boy," Jimin murmured as Namjoon fell silent. He placed a warm palm on the boys thigh, slowly sliding it up and down as he recorded. "Good doll, being so pretty and obedient. Close your eyes, Joonie. Our beautiful Joonie."

There came that warm, cloud-like feeling again. It was easier to let himself fall into the comfort of the praises and touches than to face reality and be embarrassed by it all. His dick still tried to get hard, straining against the cage whenever Jimin's hand got close to it.

Jimin finished the recording and sent it off, knowing the others would appreciate that. 

"Good boy," he smiled down at the collared boy before him. "You earned my signature, Joonie."

Namjoon sighed in relief, sitting up, He was glad that hadn't been so bad. But it did make him wonder what the other's would have in store for him. He was worried about Jungkook- he knew the youngest would definitely be wild and creative. Seokjin wouldn't be too hard on him, he was a soft and kind hyung. And as for Yoongi? Namjoon had no idea what the man would do.

"Yoongi has the checks in his room for safe keeping." Jimin said, grabbing a marker and facing the board. "I'll let him know you passed today and he'll take it out so I can sign it tonight for you. Enjoy your day off tomorrow, Joonie."

Namjoon was glad to have a reprieve from his perverted roommates. He had a lot of homework to catch on.

With embarrassment, he watched as Jimin wrote 'filming/posing' in the turn ons category. He hadn't realized it had been obvious that he was enjoying it.

He quickly grabbed his shirt off the floor and yanked it on. He was about to head to the door when an idea came to him. He stopped and turned around.

"Hey, you guys aren't the only ones who are allowed to add on new rules." He said.

Jimin cocked his head. "What did you have in mind?"

"I get vouchers." Namjoon decided. "They'll be like a get-out-of-jail free card. If I don't want to do something or fail a challenge, I give you one of those and you can't make me do it but still have to give me my signature."

Jimin considered it. "I suppose that's fair. I'll let the others know and put it on the board. But how do you plan on earning these vouchers? They won't be easy to come by, that's for sure."

"I should earn one whenever any of you six fuck up." Namjoon crossed his arms. "If you forget something important that negatively impacts me, or interrupt my free day on Thursdays, or go too far in something, then I should get compensation for it."

Jimin was texting this new development to the group chat. "Jin agreed to that, and Yoongi said it was fair. Jungkook is asking if there are levels to the fuck ups. Like, does one bad deed pay out more than one voucher, versus a lesser bad deed?"

"Yes." Namjoon decided. "Anything that causes me pain gets me three vouchers- like doing something that I already said was off limits. Anything that hurts my health is two- like neglecting my cage hygiene. And anything generic is one- like bothering me on my day off."

"Hobi said that works and Tae said they'll follow that system but also wants it to be where the amount of vouchers paid out is up to the discretion of whoever is giving them out. Like, if you think it was just a generic fuck up and only wanted one voucher, but if Tae felt really super bad about it, he can decide to give you two instead."

Namjoon nodded. "That's fine. Give me a million, I'm cool with that."

Jimin chuckled. "You won't get that many, Joonie. Don't expect to gain a lot of these vouchers. We all have high desires."

That sent a delicious thrill down Namjoon's spine, but he tried not to show it. He didn't want his asshole roommates to know he was secretly enjoying this.

"By the way, Jin said your cage hygiene will be done on his days." Jimin said. "Unless you want any of us to do it early, or twice a week."

Namjoon nodded. He didn't feel dirty in it, since he always cleaned it when he was showering, but he looked forward to being able to get it unlocked and clean it from the inside as well.

"Don't forget my signature." He said, leaving.

He paused, before ducking back into the room. "And Jimin?"

Jimin looked up from his phone.

"Send me those videos." Namjoon hastily requested.

Jimin grinned.

Chapter Text

Today was Thursday- Namjoon's day off.

He slept in, grateful for the chance to be alone and not have to deal with his perverted roommates for a while.

He showered, once again fiddling with the cage in an attempt to secretly take it off, and was thwarted by the locked metal yet again.

After drying off and getting dressed, Namjoon logged into his online school account and started on his homework. It was hard to focus when he was very aware of the cage between his legs, and he was constantly thinking about tomorrow and what would be in store for him.

Yoongi was his most enigmatic hyung, so Namjoon couldn't even begin to speculate on what the older boy would do. He wondered what body part Yoongi had claimed, or if he had chosen something else like how Taehyung had chosen Namjoon's wardrobe.

Speaking of that, he looked down at the outfit he was wearing. Taehyung had tossed most of Namjoon's old clothes, filling his closet with new, sexy outfits and lingerie. Today Namjoon had pulled out a pair sweat shorts that loved to ride up whenever he bent over and sat down, and a crop top, which was one of the most non-revealing articles of clothing he had left.

He squirmed in his seat, feeling the urge to use the bathroom. God- he hated that stupid humiliating phrase he had to say.

But since today was his day off- shouldn't he be exempt from the rules?

He closed out of his homework and stood up, wincing as the shorts rode up his ass.

"Hey!" He called, opening the door. "One of you fuckers come unlock me!"

He hoped Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook wouldn't come, those three were the biggest little shits.

Thankfully, it was Seokjin who came down the hallway, and Namjoon was relieved.

Seokjin, Yoongi and Jimin were the kinder ones.

"You want to quit?" Seokjin asked. "Already?"

Namjoon shook his head. "No, I just wanna be unlocked so I can piss."

"You know what you have to say if you want potty privileges." Seokjin wagged a finger in his face.

Namjoon glared. "Not on my day off, I don't."

"Rules are rules, Joonie." Seokjin reached a hand out, trailing his fingertips along Namjoon's diamond collar.

Namjoon didn't let it phase him. "Not on my day off." He repeated. "That's the whole point of a day off. I get a break from you perverts."

Jungkook had been eavesdropping and he poked his head out from his bedroom, a few feet down the hall.

"Nuh uh!" The youngest argued. "The rules always apply once they're made!"

"Not on my day off!" Namjoon huffed and narrowed his eyes at him.

"What's going on?" Jimin came around the corner.

"Joonie thinks he can ignore the rules just because today is Thursday." Jungkook crossed his arms.

"The rules don't apply to me on my day off." Namjoon said.

Jimin tilted his head as he thought about it. "I'm with Joonie on this. A day off is a day off."

Jungkook gasped at the betrayal. "No! Jin- what do you think?"

The eldest smiled. "I think it's time for court."

-

"All rise." Seokjin stepped up to the large bookshelf he had moved to the middle of the living room. "Honorable Kim Seokjin presiding in the matter of Kim v. Jeon."

Namjoon and Jimin stood up on the right side of the room, where they had a couch and a coffee table in front of them.

On the left side, Jungkook and Taehyung stood up as well, also accommodated with a couch and table.

Yoongi and Hoseok stood on either side of Seokjin- a panel of three judges. A tribunal.

"Now," Seokjin shuffled the papers in front of him. "The council has read both parties motions. We are ready to hear oral arguments. The plaintiffs may begin first."

Jimin buttoned up his blazer and stepped up to the table. "Your Honor, as you recall, it was my idea in the first place to give our Joonie a day off so he could have a reprieve from all of us. Focus on his schoolwork, which we all agreed was important. Everyone needs a break now and then, and to intrude on my clients peace during his day off is a violation of his well deserved right; a right we all agreed on. How can our Joonie focus on relaxing and his homework when he's being forced to obey rules and restrictions? Imagine going on vacation and still having to clock in for work. It's egregious!"

Namjoon nodded along firmly, supporting his mock lawyer.

Jimin bowed. "Thank you. If it pleases the court, the plaintiffs rest."

The judges nodded, murmuring amongst themselves.

"Alright." Seokjin raised a hand for silence. "The defense may state their argument."

Taehyung stood up. "Your Honor, the defense states for the record that they also agree a break is important. However, following the rules does not stop the plaintiff from having a day off. In fact, the plaintiff agreed to the rules in the beginning. He agreed to obey all of our rules, and none of those rules stated that they would be unenforceable simply due to it being Thursday. If it was so important to the plaintiff to get an excuse from the rules, he should have stated that at the beginning. His failure to decide what would be important has backfired and should not be blamed on the defense. Thank you."

Jungkook clapped for his fake attorney as Taehyung sat down.

"Alright." Seokjin scribbled down notes, as did Hoseok and Yoongi. "Council has heard all arguments and we will retire to deliberate."

The three eldest walked to the kitchen, out of earshot of the four youngest, and sat down at the dinner table.

"Well?" Seokjin asked. "I'm torn between both arguments so I'm willing to be swayed by your opinions."

"I'm on Jungkook's side." Hoseok said. "We never said the rules would stop being applied just because it was his day off. We agreed he would get a break from us as in we wouldn't touch him or have a session with him. If he truly wanted a break from everything, he should have stated that in the beginning."

Seokjin nodded as he considered it.

"I disagree." Yoongi said. "Like Joonie said: a day off is a day off. It is automatically implied that he would get a break from everything. Otherwise it's not a day off at all, it's more like working from home."

"That's true." Seokjin said. "I myself was under the impression he wouldn't have to follow the rules on Thursdays."

"But that was never stated." Hoseok pressed. "He's only saying this now as a way to weasel out of his obligations!"

"No, I think he genuinely believed he would get a break from everything on his days off." Yoongi argued. "That's why he never specified it in the beginning, he was under the impression it was going to be a full break."

"I gotta say, I'm leaning towards Yoongi's argument." Seokjin admitted.

"But that undermines our whole mission!" Hoseok protested.

A knock on the wall made them turn to look, seeing Taehyung and Jimin standing there.

"If it pleases the court," Jimin said as Taehyung slid a paper over to the judges. "The parties have agreed to a stipulation."

-

Back in front of the bookshelf, Seokjin looked at Namjoon.

"Is this true?" He asked. "You are willing to follow the rules?"

"For today only," Jimin inserted. "My client still insists all Thursdays be a complete break. He just wants to be able to choose if and when and which rules he wants to follow on his break times, in return for a voucher."

"I'll follow the rules on my day off, on the one condition that I get a voucher for each rule I follow." Namjoon stated. "And I get to decide if I want to follow them at all on Thursdays. I can choose not to."

"The defense agrees to this." Taehyung said. "The plaintiff can pick and choose when to follow rules when it's his day off. But he must follow all the rules on all the other days. And the one rule he can't go against, even on Thursdays, is to not have an orgasm."

"My client agrees to this." Jimin said. "He doesn't wish to break rules, only to have a break from them on his well deserved days off."

"Thoughts?" Seokjin turned to Yoongi and Hoseok.

"I agree to this." Yoongi said. "Our Joonie consents to all of it, and everyone is okay with it."

Hoseok nodded. "I agree as well."

"Perfect." Seokjin picked up a hammer and hit the top of the bookshelf with it. "The judgment is final: the plaintiff reserves the right to not follow rules on his day off, and any rule he decided to follow on those days must be rewarded with at least one voucher. The plaintiff agrees to follow the rules on the other six days of the week, as well as to follow the main rule of no orgasms, even on his day off."

Relieved, Namjoon jumped up, needing to go to the bathroom even more now. That was the main reason he decided to stipulate with Jungkook on this issue.

"Good, and since you all are my witnesses, here goes." Namjoon took a deep breath in preparation, hating this. "Please let me use the bathroom, I promise not to touch the community cock or have any illegal cummies."

He cringed, keeping his eyes closed.

Hoseok cackled, clapping. "It gets better every time!"

"Come on, Joonie." Jimin led the boy to the bathroom. "I'll unlock you. Now, about my attorney fees...."

"Don't let him touch our community cock!" Hoseok shouted, chasing after them.

Seokjin faced Yoongi. "I suppose we need to make vouchers now."

Yoongi nodded. "They should be a physical thing, so we can keep track of them."

"I'll put it on the whiteboard!" Jungkook raised his hand, before skipping away to do that.

"I want to make the vouchers." Taehyung said.

Seokjin nodded. "You're the artsy one, go ahead."

"Don't make too many!" Yoongi called after the younger boy as Taehyung skipped away.

Seokjin chuckled. "This arrangement keeps getting more and more interesting." He looked at the second oldest. "You got tomorrow planned yet?"

Yoongi reached down his shirt collar, pulling out the key that he wore around his neck.

He smiled as he held it.

"Hyung... I have all my days planned."

Chapter Text

Namjoon took a calming breath, sitting cross legged on his bed with his eyes closed. 

Today was Yoongi's day, and Namjoon was more worried than he thought he would be. 

Yoongi was one of the nicer hyungs, but all day yesterday Namjoon's mind began to run wild, thinking of what if's that led to dark thoughts. 

What if Yoongi was actually the most sadistic one? He was the quietest one, and wasn't that a common trait for psychopaths? 

He scolded himself for having that thought. None of his roommates were psychos, he just needed to calm down. 

He took another deep breath, preparing himself for today. 

As a consolidation, he looked to his dresser. On top of it sat a small ticket, made by Taehyung. 

Seokjin had given it to Namjoon last night. It was a small paper with gold leaf, with black ink stamped on it that read 'voucher' in large block letters. In cursive, underneath that read 'given to our Joonie this day of September 16th, 2025' and was signed by Jungkook. 

At the very least, if Yoongi turned out to be horrible, Namjoon had a ticket to get out of it. 

Though, he knew he could always end this crazy deal he had with his roommates at any time, but a part of him that was slowly getting bigger did not want to. 

He wanted to prove it to his roommates that he could handle this challenge. He wanted to prove it to himself as well. 

And mostly he wanted the money. 

With that in mind, he steeled himself. Ready to enter Yoongi's room and-

A vibration made him open his eyes. Namjoon grabbed his phone and saw it was a text from Yoongi. 

Come to my room at 11pm. 

Namjoon looked at the current time- 8:00 in the morning. 

Well. 

He sighed, flopping back in his bed. 

Too bad he couldn't jack off to pass the time. 

-

It was finally 10:55pm, and Namjoon was hovering nervously outside Yoongi's black door. 

Was it too early to knock? Yoongi specifically said 11:00, should he just wait 5 more minutes? But 5 minutes standing outside Yoongi's door like this would feel like a lifetime, and maybe Yoongi would appreciate it if Namjoon was a little early? Or maybe he should- 

The door opened and Yoongi stood there, dressed in all black like usual.

The hyung smiled. 

"Joonie. Come in." 

-

Namjoon stepped inside, surprised to see the lights were dimmed and multiple candles were lit and placed around the room. Red petals were littered over the bed and Namjoon could smell that perfume had been sprayed in the air. 

A digital clock had been set on the nearby desk, facing the bed.

It was... romantic. Which was the very last thing Namjoon expected from his most reserved hyung. 

"What's all this?" He asked. 

Yoongi rolled up his sleeves and pushed his hair back, tying the black hair up in a bun. "If you trust me, you'll take your clothes off and lay on the bed." 

Namjoon blinked, not expecting that. 

He trusted Yoongi, of course. But he had no idea what the man was planning. 

To fuck him? That's what it seemed like. But that didn't make sense- Yoongi wouldn't just dive right in to something so intimate and crazy like that. 

Yoongi waited, and Namjoon found he was too shy to meet the mans gaze. 

Well, if Yoongi truly was going to fuck him, Namjoon didn't mind that. 

He pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants and boxers. He was glad the room was dark- he was always embarrassed by the cock cage. 

Namjoon stood there, waiting for some kind of instruction or direction from Yoongi, but the hyung just watched him. 

11:04pm, said the clock.

Tentative, Namjoon crawled onto the bed, settling on his back over the rose petals. 

Yoongi chuckled. 

Namjoon looked at him. "What?" 

"Lay on your front, Joon." Yoongi whispered, sending butterflies to Namjoon's stomach. 

Namjoon obeyed. He supposed Yoongi must prefer doggy style over missionary. 

He got comfortable, picking up a stray petal and played with it. He glanced at the clock; 11:08pm.

Yoongi moved, and Namjoon looked up to see the man had grabbed something off his desk. Yoongi walked over and climbed onto the bed, between Namjoon's spread legs.

Namjoon's face burned at the view Yoongi must have of his ass. Was that the part of him that Yoongi had picked?

To his surprise, Namjoon heard the sound of a cap flicking open. He tried to look over his shoulder to see what Yoongi was doing. 

"Is that lube?" He asked. 

Yoongi chuckled again, a deep sound in a quiet, dark room. 

"Why would it be lube?" He asked.

Namjoon blinked, his mind temporarily going blank. "What else could it be? You made this room all romantic, asked me to take my clothes off and get on the bed and now you're sitting basically on my ass and opening a bottle of liquid."

Yoongi smiled. "It's not lube, Joonie."

"Well then what is it?" Namjoon demanded.

"Did you think I was going to fuck you?" Yoongi asked, and Namjoon could hear the smirk in the boys tone, despite not being able to see his face.

"Anyone would have come to that conclusion." Namjoon scowled, cheeks pink. He ripped the petal to pieces.

"I'm honored you would acquiesce so quickly and easily at that." Yoongi grinned, rubbing a warm hand up Namjoon's bare leg. 

"Why did you tell me to come here so late?" Namjoon huffed, wanting to change the subject. "You got a whole day with me, why did you decide to limit it to just one hour? It's over at midnight, right?"

He looked at the clock again, seeing it was already 11:12.

"You're right." Yoongi squirted whatever the liquid was onto his palm, before setting the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together.

"Then why?"

"Because I only needed the one hour, Joonie."

Before Namjoon could reply, he felt wet but warm hands touch his back. He paused, feeling the hands spread the slippery liquid over his skin. A waft of vanilla scent hit him. 

"Is this..." Namjoon sniffed, confused. "Massage oil?"

"It is." Yoongi hummed, working his fingers into the dimples at the base of Namjoon's spine.

Namjoon frowned, unsure why Yoongi was giving him a massage. Not that he really minded, it felt nice. 

But there had to be a catch- Namjoon needed to get Yoongi's signature before the clock hit midnight. Was that part of Yoongi's plan? Distract him until time ran out? Keep him guessing?

He debated standing up, but something told him that would be the wrong move. And Yoongi's gentle pressure and soothing motions was making it hard to want to leave.

"Why did you make the room all... romantic?" Namjoon asked, grabbing another petal. 

"A hyung can't put effort into his day with the world's most special boy?"

Namjoon couldn't hide the small smile that took over his face. "I suppose you can."

He relaxed at the feeling of the massage, trying not to fall asleep. Was that Yoongi's plan? He still had no idea what part of him Yoongi had claimed- if it even was a part of him at all. Was he supposed to guess? Was this massage just a red herring? Had he picked a non-physical thing like Taehyung? 

"I can tell when you're thinking hard." Yoongi murmured. "You tense up."

Namjoon rubbed his petal too hard and it ripped. He discarded it and picked up a new one. "Well, you're giving me a lot to think about."

11:16.

"Am I?" Yoongi drizzled a little more oil onto the boys back. "I'm not doing much."

"That's the point." Namjoon gathered another petal and played with them together. "You're making my mind race and leaving me to guess."

"Ah." 

"Is it intentional?"

"My intention is exactly what I stated at the beginning."

Namjoon's face scrunched as he thought it over. What had Yoongi said at the beginning? Actually- what was the beginning? The beginning of this challenge? The beginning, when they first met? No, that seemed too far back. The beginning of today, when Namjoon got the text? The beginning of this session?

11:20.

Namjoon tried not to look at the clock anymore. Time seemed to be going too fast. The clock wasn't rigged... was it?

What had Yoongi said? To get naked and get on the bed? Since Namjoon did that, did that mean he won? And the massage was his reward or something? Despite making sense, it didn't sound right.

Yoongi chuckled. "Stop thinking so hard."

"Just tell me." Namjoon whined. "I don't get it."

"You can do it, Joonie. Our smart, beautiful boy."

Namjoon tried not to let his praise kink distract him as he thought and thought.

The clock seemed to have a magical spell on his eyes, dragging them back to its red screen.

11:22.

Tick, tock.

Yoongi had said something else at the beginning. Shit, what was it?

He grabbed a handful of rose petals, rolling them between his fingers as he thought. It turned his fingertips red. 

"If you trust me..." 

That was what Yoongi had said at the beginning. 

Well of course Namjoon trusted Yoongi- he trusted all his roommates. He wouldn't be naked in a room with his hyung if he didn't trust him.

But how was trusting Yoongi going to lead to Namjoon getting the man's signature? And how could he get it with less than half an hour left?

He breathed deep, taking a moment to relax and clear his mind. This was simple. He was just overthinking it. 

Yoongi was simple. Yoongi wouldn't want to put a lot of energy into something- the decorated room was about as far as Yoongi, whose favorite sport was sleeping, would go. So, what was so simple about trust?

He risked a glance at the clock, cursing under his breath when he saw it was already 11:35.

"That clock is fast." He complained, tossing his petals down.

Another deep chuckle. "It's not. I promise you that."

Namjoon scowled. "Well it feels like it, and that should count for something."

He tried to get back to his thought process. What would Yoongi want Namjoon to trust him about? It had to be this massage- that was the only thing Yoongi was doing. And that was what he had said- to get naked on the bed if he trusted Yoongi.

The warm hands rubbed over his shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Namjoon tried to concentrate. 

Submitting to Yoongi? Was that it? Namjoon was underneath him, after all. And he was naked, that left him in a vulnerable state. 

11:40.

Trusting Yoongi to not hurt him? The hyung was behind him- Namjoon couldn't see what Yoongi was going to do until Yoongi did it.

11:45.

Namjoon took another calming breath, focusing on Yoongi's calm, assured hand movements.

He had to admit; the massage was nice, even if it was taking up all his time.

It hit him then like a bolt of lightning.

He gasped softly, his petals scattering from his sudden movement. 

"Big reaction." Yoongi grinned, running his fingertips down Namjoon's spine.

"I figured it out." Namjoon smirked, finally truly relaxing. He grabbed a nearby pillow and tucked it under his head, hugging it. 

"Did you?" Yoongi resumed the massage.

"Yes." Namjoon let his eyes close. "I trust you."

Ten minutes later, the alarm went off.

Yoongi finally removed his hands from Namjoon's body, wiping them off on his jeans before standing up. He grabbed the clock and turned it off.

Namjoon opened his eyes, watching in the candle light as Yoongi walked to a drawer. He pulled out a key from his pocket, a different one than the key to his cock cage. Yoongi slid the small key into the lock, opening the drawer. He reached in and pulled out something small. He grabbed a pen off the desk and scribbled on the item.

Namjoon sat up as Yoongi came over.

Yoongi held out the check, now including his signature.

Namjoon reached for it-

Yoongi flicked it up at the last moment. 

"How did you figure it out?" He asked.

Namjoon stretched, relaxed. He hoped Yoongi would touch him like that again soon.

"You told me your intention was to get me to trust you. I started to not trust you when the time got lower and lower, and I still had no idea how I was going to get your signature. That was when I realized the massage was the trust test. You wanted me to still trust that you would give your signature to me, even though it wasn't seeming like it. Even though it seemed like I was losing. The message of this exercise was to let me know that even when things seem bad, it'll all work out as long as I trust you and don't listen to negative thoughts."

Yoongi smiled. "My smart Joonie." 

He handed the check out again. "Keep it safe. You still need Jungkook and Seokjin's signatures."

Namjoon took it, feeling proud of himself.

"Go to bed now, Joonie." Yoongi picked up the boys clothes off the floor and handed it to him. "You're going to need your rest."

Namjoon yawned, knowing he wouldn't have any troubles falling asleep tonight. He pulled on his pants, not bothering with the shirt since it was a short walk back to his room. 

He paused at Yoongi's door, looking over his shoulder. "Hyung... did you choose a part of me to have, like Hobi and Jimin did?"

Yoongi smirked, walking over. He reached a hand out, tapping his finger once to Namjoon's nose.

"You can trust that if I did, I picked the best part."

"What about Jungkook? What did he pick? Do you know what Jin chose?"

"Goodnight, Joonie."

-

Laying in his bed that night, Namjoon stared up at the ceiling as he thought.

He trusted Yoongi, all right.

Trusted that that hyung was keeping a lot of secrets, that is.

He rolled over and drifted off to sleep, still wondering what tomorrow would have in store for him.

Chapter Text

Namjoon wasn't sure how it happened- one minute he was reading in his room, the next, he was whisked away in a whirlwind all the way to Jungkook's bedroom.

"Look what I got!" The excited maknae was practically vibrating in place as he pulled Namjoon along to the closet.

Namjoon followed him all the way to the back wall of the massive walk-in, his bratty remark falling into silence as he stared in shock.

"You like?" Jungkook preened, proud of his new installation.

The wall had been modified to have a built-in section, covered in red velvet. Shelves lined it horizontally in even intervals, and a bright light shone from the top, illuminating it all.

That wasn't what made Namjoon pause, though.

Lined up on every shelf was a series of plugs, ranging from extremely small to massively large. They were all black and made of silicone.

The plug in the very middle stood out. It was the only red one in the set.

Namjoon blinked. "I know those aren't going in me."

"Look at this!" Jungkook grabbed a random one and showed the base to Namjoon. "They're engraved with your initials!"

Namjoon was stunned as he took in the sight of the plugs base, where a circle of white was stamped into the material and a glittery KNJ made from tiny diamonds sparkled at him.

Jungkook grabbed a few more ones at random, showing how all of them had the same diamond studded base.

Namjoon didn't know what to say. He wondered how much this had cost.

He wondered where the hell Jungkook had even gone to get a custom set of engraved diamond buttplugs.

"We'll start with this one." Jungkook put them all back in their proper spots, then plucked the top left one off the shelf- the smallest one. "And work our way up. They go up in very tiny increments, to maximize the stretching. By the end of the year you'll be a well trained anal slut, Joonie. Taking our cocks so perfectly."

Namjoon shook his head, his cheeks bright pink. "Jungkook- look at that last one! It's the size of a fist! That's never going to work!"

"Obviously not just yet," Jungkook rolled his eyes. "But after a few months you'll be loosened up."

"I'll never go back to normal size after that!" Namjoon exclaimed.

"So?" Jungkook shrugged.

"So?!" Namjoon screeched.

"What do you need to be at normal size for?"

Namjoon was speechless.

"We're the only ones who are going to fuck you anyway, Joonie. You're ours, remember?" Jungkook explained. "No one else gets you. And we all want you loose and ready for us at any given time, which means you need to train your hole to permanently gape for us."

"What if I don't want a permanent gape?" Namjoon growled.

"You don't want us to randomly grab you, bend you over the nearest surface and shove our cocks up your stretched hole?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to prep yourself every single morning by filling your hole with lube for us? You don't want to live everyday knowing any of us can and will use you suddenly and without warning? You don't want to enjoy maintaining yourself for our pleasure, knowing we can fuck you, fill you with our cum and leave you still locked up and denied?"

Namjoon leaked into his tight boxers.

Jungkook pointed to the red plug in the middle. "This one is specially marked for that exact reason. Most people who get stretched up to this point start reporting that their hole doesn't go back to normal size after using it. If you really don't want to continue, we'll stop before getting to this one, okay?"

After a few long moments of mental debate, Namjoon snatched the small black plug out of Jungkook's hands. "One of these days I'll use chili powder lube and burn your dicks off."

Jungkook skipped happily alongside Namjoon as they returned to the bed. "Speaking of lube, I ordered enough for all of us to use for the whole year! I brought some bottles to every members room, plus stashed some throughout the house for convenience."

Making his point, he grabbed a bottle of lube off the dresser and popped it open.

"You're all perverts." Namjoon muttered. "Depraved freaks."

He was about to sit on the bed when he saw the black straps attached to it. "Hey, what's all this?"

"Lay down and I'll show you." Jungkook beamed.

Namjoon frowned, sensing a trap. "No."

Jungkook shrugged. "Then you won't get my signature."

With a huff, Namjoon laid on his back on the bed.

"Clothes off." Jungkook reminded him.

Namjoon kicked off his shorts and boxers and pulled off his shirt, letting the clothing fall to the floor.

"I'm going to be the one training your ass to take all our cocks." Jungkook explained as he wrapped the strap around Namjoon's ankles and wrists. He tightened them, limiting the collared boys movements. "And for that, you need to be in the correct position."

Namjoon snorted. "If you're going to shove toys up my ass, why am I laying on my back?"

Jungkook answered that question by bending Namjoon's legs at the knees and pushing them back, nearly to his ears.

"Hey!" Namjoon gasped, surprised at his own flexibility.

Jungkook secured the ankle straps to the headrest, same as the wrist restraints were.

Namjoon squirmed in embarrassment at how exposed he was to the younger. His legs spread, cheeks parted to show off his hole, his caged dick fully on display.

"Anymore questions?" Jungkook asked sweetly as he popped open the cap of the lube.

"Don't take any pictures of me like this." Namjoon warned. "I'm serious, I'll quit and move out."

"I won't." Jungkook hummed. "But can I ask why? Jimin showed us the pictures and videos he took of you on Wednesday and you seemed to really enjoy that."

"That was different. I was fully clothed and not tied up, for one." Namjoon muttered, looking away to hide his blush.

"Well I won't do anything you don't want me to." Jungkook promised. "You good in that position?"

Namjoon wiggled, testing his limited range of movement. It wasn't uncomfortable, but he knew if he stayed like this for a while, his legs would start getting sore- his thighs specifically.

"Yeah. Just make it fast."

Jungkook chuckled as he held the plug by the base, holding it over Namjoon's ass as he poured the lube over its rounded silicone tip. The excess lube immediately ran down and rained over Namjoon's bare ass.

"There's no such thing as fast in our sessions, Joonie. We'll go slow and take our time teaching your little ass to take whatever I give it."

Namjoon glared, trying not to reveal that turned him on. "It's not like I've never had things up my ass before. I'm bi, remember?"

The lube trickled down his ass and sides, making him squirm. "And you better clean me up good after this. I don't wanna be lube drenched."

"Of course I'll take care of you, Joonie." Jungkook lowered the tip of the bottle to Namjoon's hole. "And you haven't had anything up in this greedy little hole in a while, I can tell."

Namjoon couldn't deny it because it was true. School had been more difficult than usual lately, taking up all his free time so he couldn't go on dates or pleasure himself.

Tightly bound, Namjoon could do nothing but watch as Jungkook upended the bottle of lube into his ass.

"Ah!" He groaned, feeling the weird sensation of liquid slowly rolling down his hole. "Not so much!"

"Hush, Joonie. Hyung knows what he's doing."

"Hyung?!" Namjoon snapped.

Jungkook pressed the tip of the plug to the boys hole, slowly pushing it in. "Breathe out."

Namjoon did, though it wasn't necessary since the plug was small and popped in easily.

Jungkook patted the boy's ass gently, smearing the slippery lube around the tan skin. "Good boy. Took his first plug so well. You earned my signature, Joonie."

"Whatever." Namjoon just wanted out of this embarrassing position.

Jungkook slid off the bed and Namjoon watched him head to the bathroom, returning a moment later with wipes.

It was equally embarrassing to have the younger boy scrub the wipes all over his ass and thighs to clean up the lube, Namjoon discovered.

To his surprise, Jungkook didn't untie him after throwing away the dirty wipes.

"Hey!" Namjoon demanded, hating how the base of the plug was so very visible in this position. "Untie me now!"

He was very self conscious of his diamond initials glittering in the overhead light. It felt like his choker and his plugs were some sort of diamond costume to wear as a sign that he was the slut of an obviously rich Dom.

Six rich doms, that is.

"What's the rush?" Jungkook asked as he slid into his gaming chair, facing his computer setup. "There's no such thing as speed here, remember?"

"Tell that to the cramp that's forming." Namjoon snapped, struggling against the bonds.

"You need to train your muscles too." Jungkook booted up a video game and Namjoon could hear the sounds of it, though he couldn't see the screen. "You'll need to be flexible for us, since you'll be doing a lot."

Namjoon huffed in annoyance. He knew he could say his emergency word and get untied immediately, but he didn't want to use such a drastic exit strategy for something admittedly so trivial.

"How long do I have to stay like this?" He asked.

Jungkook concentrated on his game. "We'll only do five minutes to start. Every week we'll add five more minutes to train your muscles to be more flexible. We'll go up one size of a plug every week as well."

He looked away from the game to smile at the tied up boy. "It'll teach you to accept that humiliated feeling I know you have right now at being so exposed."

Namjoon spat at him, but that was all he could do.

Jungkook chuckled, holding up his phone, which Namjoon could see was set to five minutes.

"The time will always start after I put the plug in." He said, pressing the button.

Namjoon groaned, squirming. "No fair! I've already been laying like this for a while! That should count!"

"Hush, Joonie. Or hyung will gag you." Jungkook resumed his game.

"You're not my hyung." Namjoon sniffed, childish.

He quickly grew bored with the position. The humiliation didn't waver, even though Jungkook wasn't looking at him. He clenched on the plug, barely feeling it inside him. He knew the first handful of plugs would be easy like this one. It was towards the middle that Namjoon feared his ass would reach the point of no return.

Did he really want to pass that point? He could always drop out at any time, he knew.

But a part of him did want to go through with it. The idea of always being available to be suddenly used and abused by his roommates was deliciously appealing. Even the idea of lubing himself up every morning, working it into his schedule and maintaining his hole for them was a turn on that had him leaking into his cage.

He decided he would at least give it some thought. He had a few months before he would have to make a decision anyway.

"What if I have to shit?" He called out.

"Then you alert one of us to take the plug out for you." Jungkook didn't take his eyes off the screen as he played.

"What?! Namjoon exclaimed. "No way!"

"You have to do that already with your little cock cage." Jungkook reminded him. "We'll remove the plug for you, relube it, and insert it back in after you're done."

"I want privacy from you freaks." Namjoon growled.

"Not gunna happen, Joonie. Not for a whole year."

Namjoon hated the smirk in the boys tone.

-

Five minutes later, Jungkook was back on the bed.

"I'm untying you, but the plug stays in." He said, freeing the tied up boy from the straps. "I'll come grab it tonight before you go to sleep. Later we'll experiment with keeping the plugs in longer, as well as overnight."

Namjoon groaned as he stretched his limbs out. "It's so tiny I can barely even feel it."

"You won't be saying that about the later plugs." Jungkook warned him, and Namjoon knew he was right.

"Don't forget to sign my check." The dimpled boy warned him as he stood up.

Jungkook gave him a salute. "Hyung won't forget."

"You're not my hyung!" Namjoon hissed, slamming the door shut.

As he stomped down the hall back to his room, Namjoon was just relieved he had used the bathroom before going to Jungkook's.

He was looking forward to Thursdays now more than ever.

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Namjoon had only just fallen asleep when soft hands were gently shaking him awake again.

"Sorry, Joonie." A voice whispered. "But we have to take it out."

He blinked his eyes open, seeing Seokjin hovering over him, while a nervous-looking Jungkook stood a few feet back.

Namjoon sat up. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, just forgot a teensy weensy detail." Jungkook hurried over. "So if you don't mind taking off your pants-"

"Jungkook here was more focused on his video games than on his duties." Seokjin's voice was stern. "It's nearly midnight and he almost went to bed without removing the plug. Not only does that leak onto my scheduled time with Joonie, and extend what he was originally supposed to comply with, but it also compounds what he has to go through. Completely unacceptable."

Namjoon kicked off his pants. "Oh, yeah. I forgot about it too. It's so small I barely even feel it."

"I'm glad you weren't suffering, but the point here is that Jungkook fucked up." The oldest glared at the youngest. "Remove it and be damn thankful our Joonie is so forgiving."

"Sorry," Jungkook bowed meekly. "It won't happen again, I promise. I feel horrible for forgetting."

Namjoon got onto all fours, showing his ass to the other two. He felt Jungkook grab the base of the plug and gently work it free. It popped out easily, being so small. 

"Another fuck up like this and you won't get Joonie privileges," Seokjin warned him. "And for the next two weeks, no more video games for you."

Jungkook nodded sadly. "I understand. I won't make another mistake, I swear!"

"Apologize to Joonie."

"I'm sorry, Joonie. I really am." Jungkook faced him, looking at the ground in shame.

Namjoon honestly hadn't cared about this at all. He had forgotten he was even wearing the plug and was about to fall asleep with it. Quite honestly, he was surprised Seokjin was taking this so seriously. It was a tiny mistake, in Namjoon's opinion.

"It's okay, really. It's not a big deal. I'm fine. Don't worry, Kook, we're all good."

Jungkook smiled at him, and Namjoon was reminded of how much he cared for the youngest, cutest member. 

"Give it to him." Seokjin crossed his arms.

Jungkook reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper. He handed it to Namjoon, who opened it to reveal that it was another check, made out from Jungkook's solo bank account, for $500.

"What's this for?" Namjoon was surprised to see it was already signed and ready to be deposited. 

"A token of Jungkook's sincerity," Seokjin said. "It's only fair a fuckup comes with a reward."

Namjoon perked up. "Do I get a voucher too?"

Seokjin smiled. "You got your check, Joonie."

Namjoon pouted. "But a voucher is worth more!"

"Like you said, the plug was small." Seokjin chuckled. He faced Jungkook. "You're dismissed."

Jungkook quickly hurried from the room, eager to be free from the hyung's reprimands.

Seokjin walked over, brushing his fingers through Namjoon's hair. "Go to sleep now, Joonie. You and I will spend some time together in a few hours."

Namjoon pulled his pants back on and crawled under the covers, watching as Seokjin walked to the door and flicked off the light.

He had always known Seokjin was the nicest hyung.

-

"Good morning, Joonie." Seokjin hummed, entering the living room where Namjoon was sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"Hey." Namjoon powered off the TV. "Sleep well?"

"Mhm. Did you eat breakfast?" Seokjin asked. 

Namjoon nodded. Yoongi had cooked him pancakes with cinnamon and whipped cream, and he was super full now. He hoped Seokjin wouldn't make him do a lot of physical exercise.

"Good. Do me a favor, Joonie. Slide off the couch and get on your knees for hyung."

Namjoon blinked, but obeyed. He settled on the plush carpet, legs folded underneath him. He was wearing shorts and no shirt, courtesy of Taehyung gutting 90% of his closet, but the house was warm so he didn't mind it too much, though he was always catching Hoseok staring at his chest.

"Good boy." Seokjin purred, patting the boy's head. "It makes hyung so happy the way you listen so well."

Namjoon preened at the praise, arching his neck to push his head against the older man's palm. 

He knew things would get more difficult later on, but for now, he liked doing these easy tasks. 

"Do you like being on your knees?" Seokjin asked him, taking Namjoon's spot on the couch.

Namjoon shrugged. "If it's comfortable, I don't mind."

"Are you comfortable?"

Namjoon shifted, testing his position. He nodded. "For now."

"Good. Will you do hyung a favor, Joonie?" Seokjin reached out and petted the boy's hair again.

Namjoon nodded again.

"You can use your words, silly." Seokjin chuckled, and Namjoon blushed.

"Yes, I can do something for you," Namjoon said.

"Thank you Joonie. Hyung wants you to stay on your knees all day. Or at least for as long as you can. Think you can do that for hyung?"

Namjoon was surprised. "That's it?"

Seokjin played with the boy's hair. "That's it."

"Just sit here? All day? Until I want to stand up?" Namjoon was skeptical. 

"Correct."

"And you'll give me your signature?" Namjoon couldn't believe such an easy task. 

"Yes, I will."

"What if I have to use the bathroom?" 

"Then you know what to say. Hyung will let you go." Seokjin turned on the TV again, as if the conversation was so easy he could multitask during it. 

"What's the catch?" Namjoon didn't look at the show. 

"Nothing." Seokjin chuckled. "It just makes hyung happy seeing you on your knees. Stand up whenever you want, but it'll make me happy to see you there as long as possible."

Namjoon still didn't believe it, but as Seokjin made no move to force him to do anything else, he began to relax. He was glad he wasn't going to have to do anything painful or humiliating for today. This was going to be the easiest signature he ever got.

-

It was a lazy Sunday for sure.

The members were all home, mostly doing their hobbies in their own rooms, but occasionally came down to grab some food or join Seokjin on the couch.

Namjoon looked up when Yoongi entered, smiling at the other hyung.

"Pretty baby," Yoongi came over, leaning down to press a kiss to Namjoon's forehead. He trailed his fingertips along Namjoon's diamond collar. 

Namjoon beamed, his caged dick always responding to the praise. 

"Is he behaving?" Yoongi asked, sitting next to Seokjin.

"Of course." Seokjin smiled proudly at the seated boy. "He's always a good listener for hyung."

Namjoon felt shy under their compliments and turned away.

He usually associated being on his knees with blow jobs, but no one had asked or ordered him to do so, so he was starting to mentally drift off, feeling safe that his mouth wouldn't be penetrated.

The hyungs' talking brought him back.

"He looks so good down there." Yoongi was saying, his dark eyes slowly gazing down at Namjoon's body. "A perfect position for a perfect boy."

Namjoon felt his cheeks blush pink, and he looked at the TV, trying to distract himself with the crime show that was playing.

As much as he loved the compliments and praise, he wanted a break from them sometimes because when it got overwhelming, his brain went fuzzy and his cock would get hard, and that felt like dangerous territory.

"Are you hungry?" Seokjin asked.

Namjoon took a moment to respond, not realizing at first that the question was directed to him.

He looked at the oldest. "I guess a little."

It had been a few hours of him sitting here, after all. A snack would kill some time and make the day less boring.

He was about to stand up and immediately noticed the frown on Seokjin's face.

"You're done kneeling already?" Seokjin asked.

Namjoon hesitated, feeling a little sore in his knees. "Uh..."

He slowly sat back down, feeling a warm spot on the carpet from his body heat. "I guess I could do it a little longer."

Seokjin smiled. "What a good boy you are."

There came that fuzz again, threatening to overtake his brain. Namjoon tilted his head back, attempting to clear it.

"I'll go get us some snacks." Yoongi stood up. "You can stay sitting there so prettily for your hyungs, Joonie."

Namjoon decided that was okay. After all, he was only getting a little sore and antsy, he could keep this position a little longer.

He wanted to make Seokjin happy, after all. His kindest hyung.

Yoongi returned not long after with a fondue set. He placed the various little pots on the coffee table, and Namjoon could smell the melted chocolate, cheese, butter, and caramel. Crackers, apple slices, popcorn, marshmallows, and strawberries were laid around the melting pots and there were long dipping sticks to use.

Yoongi handed one stick to Seokjin and kept another for himself.

Namjoon was a foot away from the table, close enough to see the food up close and smell it, but too far to grab anything. He knew he could just stand up, but that didn't seem like the right course of action.

Yoongi reached out and brushed a hand through Namjoon's hair, pushing it back to reveal the boy's forehead, which he planted a kiss on.

"What flavor do you want, Joonie?" The second oldest asked.

Namjoon peered at the selections. He pointed at the sliced strawberries.

Yoongi speared one with the dipping stick. "Do you want it dipped in anything?"

Namjoon nodded. "Chocolate, please."

"Of course. Such good manners, our beautiful Joonie."

Namjoon flushed as he was praised and hand-fed.

Jimin thundered down the steps, tossing his head back with a sigh. "Ugh, thank God. I thought I smelt chocolate." He plopped on the other couch, snatching up a marshmallow and popping it into his mouth. He stabbed another one with a stick and swirled it in the pot of melted chocolate.

Namjoon was glad he was surrounded by his nicer roommates, but then Hoseok came in.

"Popcorn- fuck yeah!" He grabbed a handful of it, then noticed the melted butter. "Ooo, perfect! What movie are we going to watch?"

Seokjin flipped through the channels. "What does everyone want to watch?"

"True crime documentaries." Yoongi said.

"A comedy." Said Hoseok.

"A romance movie." Jimin said.

"An action movie!" Jungkook declared, leaping off the last step to join them.

"No! The Victoria's Secret fashion show just started!" Taehyung hurried after the youngest, beating Jungkook to the spot on the comfy loveseat.

This didn't deter the competitive youngest, who promptly sat on Taehyung.

Namjoon smiled as he watched his roommates all gather around. It would be the perfect end to the easiest Sunday of his life.

While they all bickered over what to watch, Yoongi, who was sitting the closest to him, made sure to keep feeding Namjoon a variety of the fondue snacks.

Finally, a movie was decided on, and everyone chose a comfy spot on the furniture to watch.

At first, Namjoon was about to stand up and join them, but then he remembered Seokjin wouldn't want that.

And after giving him such an easy task, Namjoon didn't want to disappoint his kindest hyung.

So despite his sore legs, Namjoon remained kneeling throughout the movie.

By the time it was over, his legs felt numb, and he had to use the couch to help himself stand up.

Seokjin was quick to help him. "Come on, Joonie. Hyung will bathe you."

Though Namjoon was eager to get clean, he was a little embarrassed to have someone else be in charge of that.

"I can get myself clean, hyung." Namjoon said as Seokjin wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him up the stairs to the large bathroom.

"I know." Seokjin set him down, leaning against the bathtub. He started the water and Namjoon watched him toss in some lavender bath salts. "But today is my day to have you under my care, and your health is my responsibility. Hyung will take care of you, Joonie."

Namjoon supposed he didn't really mind, it was just a bath. And besides, everyone in the house had already seen him naked. It wasn't like he had anything to hide.

He removed his clothes and stepped into the warm water, relaxing his sore legs. He closed his eyes, leaning against the tiled wall.

"Joonie, hyung needs your hands." Seokjin whispered.

Namjoon opened his eyes, confused. Still, he held up his wrists to the older man.

Seokjin guided the boys' hands up, where Namjoon tilted his head back, surprised to see a pair of handcuffs were hanging from the wall, with a suction cup attached to the middle of the chain.

"Because hyung is going to unlock your cage to clean you," Seokjin explained as he locked the metal cuffs around Namjoon's wrists. "And I don't want you to be tempted to touch yourself."

Namjoon pouted, but didn't fight it. He wasn't sure if, once he was finally free, he could hold himself back from finally grabbing his cock and having an orgasm.

He watched, trying not to squirm, as Seokjin ran a soapy washcloth up and down Namjoon's body, scrubbing and rinsing any possible dirt or sweat from the boy's skin.

"Such pretty golden skin," the oldest praised, making Namjoon curl his toes.

Seokjin soaked the washcloth again, this time bringing it below the water to Namjoon's spread legs. Namjoon's heart skipped a beat when the heavy, rough cloth was lightly dragged over his cock.

"Ah- hyung!" Namjoon tried to close his legs on instinct, but Seokjin put a hand on his knee, forcing his legs to remain open.

"Behave, Joonie." He scolded.

The stern tone immediately made the younger boy feel meek. Namjoon bit his tongue, forcing himself to remain still as he watched Seokjin scrub the cloth over his aching cock.

Finally, the torture was done, and Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief when Seokjin removed the cloth and drained the water.

Still handcuffed, Namjoon kept his legs spread as he watched Seokjin grab the metal cage and walk to the sink. The hyung scrubbed the metal clean with soap and rinsed it out with water before drying it.

Heading back to the tub, Seokjin unlocked Namjoon's hands and helped him step out of the tub.

"Legs apart, hands behind your head." He instructed, and Namjoon obeyed.

Locking his fingers together behind his head, he watched with trepidation as Seokjin grabbed the cock cage and a towel. He dried off Namjoon's body- with Namjoon wincing as the rough fabric was rubbed over his sensitive cock- before the metal was once again locked over it.

He sighed, relieved it was over but also sad to be once again denied.

Seokjin dried off the boys hair and let Namjoon brush his hair and teeth on his own, before guiding him back to his bedroom.

"Good boy, Joonie." Seokjin praised as he tucked the boy into bed after dressing him in his pajamas. "You earned all six of our signatures and completed your first week."

"Only 51 more weeks to go." Namjoon muttered, tired.

"Hyung will give you your check tomorrow." Seokjin promised, leaning down to kiss the boys freshly washed hair. "We're all very proud of you."

Seokjin flicked off the light and gently closed the door behind him, leaving Namjoon alone to think.

As pleased as the dimpled boy was that he got through the first week, he wasn't sure if he could handle 51 more. Especially since he knew this week had been the easiest, and that it would only get more difficult from here. Jungkook stretching his ass, Hoseok adding weight to his torture clamps, having to alert someone whenever he needed to use the bathroom, constantly feeling denied and frustrated...

Not to mention how Taehyung was going to dress him up every day and decide what he could and could not wear, and he still had no idea what part of him Yoongi and Seokjin had claimed, and Jimin was kind but also mischievous, and Namjoon knew he could only trust the little one to a certain extent.

Yeah, he was definitely going to ask for a raise.

And with that thought, Namjoon finally fell asleep.

Chapter Text

Namjoon was sleeping, up until he felt the bed dip around him and sensed a presence in his personal space.

Confused, he quickly rose out of his sleepy state, blinking up to see Taehyung on all fours above him, their noses an inch away from touching.

"Good morning, Joonie." Taehyung beamed.

Namjoon sighed and closed his eyes again. "I need a lock on my door."

"Wakey wakey! Hyung has so many surprises and gifts for you today!"

"Hyung?" Namjoon snapped, awake again. He sat up and shoved the younger male off. "Oh no, absolutely not."

"You don't want your gifts?" Taehyung batted his eyelashes innocently.

"How many strings do they come with?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

"Not many." Taehyung gave a :] smile, and Namjoon sighed.

"Fine. Damnit. That's as good as I'm gunna get with you freaks."

Taehyung pulled out two small white boxes, similar to the first gift he had given Namjoon. But these two had different colored bows- one yellow and one black.

Namjoon debated it for a few moments, hand hovering over each one, going back and forth, until he selected the yellow one.

Taehyung practically vibrated in place. "Open it!"

Namjoon undid the bow and set the yellow ribbon aside before taking off the lid.

He peered in, surprised to see white cotton fabric.

He pulled out a sweatshirt that was roughly his size, all white except for large pink letters on the front that spelled out 'Joonie'.

He looked at it, not sure if he hated it or loved it. Maybe somewhere in between.

"What do you think?" Taehying was smiling so hard Namjoon thought the younger man's face would burst.

"Thanks, I guess. I like the white part, but the pink is kinda putting me off. I mean, you could have picked any color in the world, or just left it blank, but you went with pink. And my nickname... I mean, all combined it's kinda childish, don't you think?" He genuinely wondered why Taehyung would get him this. The second youngest had the best fashion sense in the whole house. He knew what Namjoon would like and dislike. "And... I think this isn't even in my size. It looks a little big."

Normally Namjoon didn't mind the color pink, he had a few shirts that were in that color (before Taehyung had thrown them away), and even a pair of shoes once that were the color of bubblegum. But he knew pink was traditionally a feminine color, and the fact Taehyung had chosen this one specifically, and in combination with his cock being locked up, was giving Namjoon a bad feeling for the future.

"Open this one!" Taehyung held up the second gift, ignoring Namjoon's concerns.

More worried now, Namjoon set the hoodie down on the bed and grabbed the other white box. He pulled off the black ribbon and took a deep breath before taking off the lid.

Immediately, he saw that everything inside was pink.

His second realization was that, of the three items inside, two were pink bows that could be clipped into his hair, and the other item was supposed to go someplace far lower.

"Damnit Tae! I am not wearing a fucking thong!" Namjoon threw the box down, where it bounced slightly on the bed.

Taehyung was calm, expecting such a reaction. He picked up the box and put the lid back on.

"Not yet." He agreed. "But you will."

"Will not." Namjoon grumbled and crossed his arms.

The cage was humiliating enough. The only thing that would make it worse was a pink G-string.

"We'll see, Joonie." Taehyung was smiling and Namjoon didn't like it. "Now for your final gift."

"No way, nuh uh, absolutely not, NO." Namjoon shook his head so hard that it hurt. "No more gifts from you. I don't want them."

"You want my signature don't you?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "For this week's check? Come on, how does another $115,000 sound?"

Namjoon glared at him, then finally relented.

"It's $115,385, genius." He grumbled.

Taehyung opened the door, ushering Namjoon out of the room. "I'll let you know when it's ready."

"Wait- what are you-"

The door slammed shut in his face, and Namjoon was effectively kicked out of his own room.

He stood in shock for a moment, then the door opened and Taehyung threw the hoodie at Namjoon's face.

The door slammed closed again.

"Bastard." Namjoon shouted, kicking the door.

With nothing else to do, he finally bent down and pulled on the hoodie.

It was warm and soft and fully covered him. The hem stopped just above his knees, and the sleeves ran down well past his hands. It was at least two sizes too large, which was strange because Namjoon himself was buff and tall, and his roommates all knew his size.

Taehyung had deliberately picked out a too big sweatshirt for him, and Namjoon had a bad feeling about why.

-

"Aww, cutie Joonie!" Hoseok gushed when he saw Namjoon on the couch. "Wookit your widdol outfit! Such a big sweatshirt for such a tiny baby!"

"Shut the fuck up, asshole." Namjoon grumbled, sinking further against the cushions as he used the remote to flick through the channels on the TV. "I'm only wearing this because you jerks turned up the AC and hid all the blankets."

His legs were bent, knees against his chest with his toes hanging over the edge of the cushion. The sweatshirt was pulled over his shins, so that the 'Joonie' lettering was fully visible across his knees.

Hoseok immediately crushed himself against the boys side, cooing and pinching Namjoon's cheeks.

"Eensie weensie widdolest babiest cutie-est sweetest Jooniebaby ever! Awwww, such a good baby! Who's a good baby, huh, Jooniepie? Who's a good little baby for his hyungie-wungies?"

Namjoon scowled and shoved him off. "Man, stop it. I'm taller, stronger and bigger than you. And I hate that stupid baby talk- I'm a full grown man."

"You're younger, and that makes you an isty bitsy baby." Hoseok reached out and ruffled Namjoon's hair, flicking it over the boys eyes.

"If I give you a voucher will you never speak to me again?"

He knew Hoseok had a big kink for humiliation, and a knack for it, and honestly Namjoon had a smaller version of the same kink at times. Occasional degradation and humiliation got him off, but what Hoseok was doing was just straight up embarrassing. All the pink stuff and the baby talk was emasculating, and for Namjoon, that did not fall under the category of humiliation. So he was very grumpy and annoyed with his roommate.

"Cutiepie." Hoseok kissed his cheek. "Cutie cutie cutie."

Namjoon pushed him away again and scrubbed his cheek. "Jung Hoseok- I'm actually going to beat you if you do that one more time. Deadass. I will find the closest weapon I can and physically hurt you with it until you bleed or a bone breaks."

Hoseok grinned. "You gunna hit me with your rattle, baby Joonie?"

Namjoon got up, pulling his legs out from under the large hoodie to walk across the room to the fireplace. He picked up the long, wrought-iron fire poker and faced Hoseok.

"I told you." He warned as he held the stick up.

Hoseok chuckled and relaxed against the couch. "You wouldn't. You're just a cute little baby."

Namjoon whipped the poker through the air and struck Hoseok in the leg with all his might.

Hoseok gasped at the pain, too shocked to cry out as he tumbled off the couch.

Namjoon hit him again and again, over his roommates back, shoulders and thighs.

"Namjoon!" A horrified cry rang out.

Namjoon looked up to see Seokjin running over.

"What the hell are you doing?! Oh my God, Hobi! Are you okay?"

He helped the younger boy up from the floor.

"It's okay, Jin." Hoseok winced as he stretched, cracking his back. "I deserved it."

"Nobody deserves to be beaten." Seokjin glared at Namjoon. "Give me that right now."

Namjoon handed it over. "Hyung, I warned him. He was getting all up in my face and provoking me."

"I believe you, but you can't just resort to violence like that." Seokjin returned the poker to its place. "I should get rid of this. And Hobi, get in the car. I'm taking you to the hospital."

Hoseok held his bruised arm and leaned against the couch. "I don't need a doctor, Jin. I'm fine. It's just bruises. And like I said, I deserved it."

Namjoon smiled at him, and Hoseok smiled back.

He was glad his hyung had realized the consequences of his actions and was being mature about it. Maybe violence had been an over reaction, but it worked. Still, Namjoon decided he wouldn't do it again.

Unless Hoseok was really annoying.

-

"Joonie, your surprise is ready!" Taehyung called, and Namjoon groaned.

He forced himself back up the stairs, where he found Taehyung waiting in front of his closed bedroom door.

"There better not be anything pink in there." He warned the younger boy.

Taehyung just beamed. "Close your eyes."

"No."

Taehyung opened the door and Namjoon stepped inside.

At first, his room looked totally normal. His bed was untouched, his desk was still there, his computer hadn't been stolen or repainted. Even his textbooks hadn't been moved from their stack.

Then he saw it.

In the corner of his room sat a large white vanity, with soft yellow lights around the mirror of it. A small pink stool sat in front of it, and pink bows and ribbons decorated both the chair and the vanity.

"It's fully stocked!" Taehyung skipped over to it. He opened one of the many drawers and Namjoon saw it was full of eyeshadow palettes. The next was stocked with eyeliner, eyebrow pencils and applicators. Another held mascara and false eyelashes. Another was full of foundation, primer, contour sticks and highlighter. Another had an abundance of lip glosses, lipstick, chapstick, lip scrubs and lip plumpers.

Namjoon stared. "Tae... you do know I'm a boy, right? Just because my dick is out of view doesn't mean it's gone."

"This is what you'll do today to earn my signature." Taehyung kept all the drawers open. He gestured to a cup that sat on top of the vanity. It was full of makeup brushes and beauty blenders. "Practice putting on makeup. I want you to watch at least twenty makeup tutorials."

Namjoon frowned. "No."

Taehyung grabbed his hand and led him over to the vanity, pushing on Namjoon's shoulders to make him sit on the plush, pink stool.

"Here, I'll help you." Taehyung grabbed pink bow clips and pushed them gently against Namjoon's black bangs, keeping the hair out of the boys eyes. "There, step one complete."

"I'm not doing this. Ever." Namjoon crossed his arms and shook his head. The length of his hoodie sleeves made his action look more adorable than he wanted.

"Do you really want to use up a voucher for something as simple as this?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "The vanity is staying. If you don't do it today, you'll just have to do it next week."

Namjoon scowled. "I'm a man."

"Yeah, and?"

"I don't want to wear makeup."

"It's light makeup, made to accent your existing beauty. You won't look like a clown, that's what the tutorials are for." Taehyung held up a package of makeup remover wipes. "Besides, it all comes off."

Namjoon glared, but deep down he knew Taehyung was right. Unless he quit this challenge and gave up all that money, he had no choice but to wear makeup. And he didn't want to use up his only voucher so easily, he knew this was lightweight compared to what his asshole roommates were working up to.

"Fine." He muttered. "I'll put on some lip gloss. But I'm not watching twenty videos."

"Fifteen videos." Taehyung negotiated.

"Ten. And I'll use the pink eyeshadow."

"Deal."

Namjoon sighed, facing the mirror. "And nobody is allowed to take any pictures or make fun of me."

"Of course not." Taehyung agreed. He leaned down and kissed the boys hair. "Happy learning, Joonette."

Namjoon punched him.

-

Three uncomfortable hours later, Namjoon's face was slightly red and shiny from scrubbing the remover wipes all over it, and he had learned the right types of brushes to use for applying eyeshadow. He hadn't minded the mascara and eyebrow pencils, because he liked the way those products had made him look. He despised eyeshadow. Eyeliner was okay, as long as it was kept to a minimum and applied right. It was easy to accidentally come out looking emo. He didn't like the bright pink or deep red lipsticks, but he found he enjoyed the lip scrubs and chapstick.

He had gotten Taehyung's signature, and the boy had held up his end of the bargain by not taking any pictures or teasing Namjoon about his look.

Now Namjoon stood in front of Hoseok's door, knocking lightly on it.

Hoseok answered. "Hey Joonie."

"Hey." Namjoon took in the sight of the boys bruises. "I just wanted to come apologize for those. I was mad, but Jin was right. I shouldn't have gone that far."

Hoseok waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, don't even worry about it. I was provoking you, after all. And you did warn me. I had it coming."

Namjoon smiled and held out his fist. "We're cool?"

"As ice." Hoseok fist bumped him.

"Great. I'm heading to bed, I'll see you tomorrow." Namjoon yawned.

Hoseok cooed. "Wittle baby Joonie's bedtime, awww. Need a bedtime story, ickle babyboy?"

Namjoon kicked him, aiming for the bruise on Hoseok's thigh.

"Ow!" The older boy immediately crumpled to the floor.

Namjoon smiled. "Nighty-night, dick."