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Namjoon paced the dimly lit hotel room in Newark, the city lights flickering through the curtains like distant fireflies. His phone clutched tight in his hand. That damn viral clip still looping in his mind - Seokjin on stage, all confident swagger in that oversized jersey and loose basketball shorts, arms raised, and then there it was: the thick, unmistakable outline of his cock pressing against the fabric, swinging free like a taunt to the world.
Fans screaming, cameras flashing, pictures taken, video being recorded. It has Namjoon’s blood boiling.
That was his cock. HIS!
His boyfriend’s body, not some public spectacle for thirsty fan girls to drool over.
Seokjin has always been the picture of conservative elegance back home - buttoned-up shirts, tailored pants that hid every curve. Hell, the man has one shirtless picture, and it was of his back.
But, now. Now, America had turned him into this teasing exhibitionist, and Namjoon was done sharing. He needed to show his hyung whose body, whose cock it belongs to.
The door clicked open, and there he was; Seokjin, his Jinnie, fresh from the concert, sweat-slicked hair tousled, still in that cursed outfit. The jersey clung to his broad shoulders, arms flexing with residual adrenaline pump from the performance, those basketball shorts riding low on his hips, the fabric thin enough that even now, in the low light, Namjoon could trace the soft bulge nestled there.
Despite what this outfit caused, he had to admit, his hyung looked good in it. His own cock twitched, agreeing with his thought.
“Joonie?” Seokjin was surprised to see his boyfriend, but happy nonetheless. “What are you doing here?” His voice laced with a post show high. A tired grin on his face. “Miss you, Joonie, Tour’s killing me, but damn, the crowd was wild tonight.”
Namjoon didn’t smile back. He quietly stepped forward, hand grabbing Jin’s wrist in a vice grip, yanking the older man inside and slamming the door shut. “Wild, huh? Yeah, I bet. You see, hyung, I was just minding my own business, scrolling through Twitter. And, all of a sudden, there’s my Jinnie, flashing his dick print to half the fucking world.” His tone was low, dangerous, eyes darkening as he shoved Jin against the wall, pinning him there with his own body.
Jin’s breath hitched, the older man’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opened, ready to argue. “Don’t talk, Jinnie.” Namjoon whispered, lips trailing down Jin’s face. “Let me show you.” Unlocking his phone, the clip was still playing from when he was watching earlier, looping it over and over. He turned the phone over, showing his boyfriend what he had done.
“You’re getting cocky, Jinnie.” Tucking his phone back in his pants’ pocket, Namjoon’s hand roamed over the older man’s body, fingers glazing his nipples, light and teasing just enough for it rise to a tight peaked before trailing his fingers lower to the now slightly hardening bulge, barely concealed by the now famous basketball shorts. “Over 10 years since we debuted, not even a shirtless picture or even a scandal and now.” Fingers teasing up and down the confine length, turned into a firm grip around his cock and balls.
Namjoon could feel the telltale twitch in his palm - Jin was getting hard. “Joon-ah, what - it’s just clothes, I didn’t mean -” Jin stammered out, but was silenced with a harsh kiss, teeth nipping at his plump lower lip until it bloomed red.
“Shut up, Jinnie.” Namjoon growled, voice deep with a hint of that dark side that no one, but Jin got to see unleashed. “You think you can prance around like a slut, showing off what’s mine? Lifting your arms, letting everyone see the outline of your fat cock swinging in these shorts?” Jin whimpered as the hand holding his cock hostage, gave it a warning squeezed. “Fuck that. No one’s supposed to ogle you, but me. I think it’s time to remind you who owns this body.”
He dragged Jin away from the wall, pushing the older man down on the bed. Jin gasped, but didn’t resist - this is what they agreed on years ago. Behind closed doors, in their own privacy, his body belonged to Namjoon. To do what he wished, whether it was pleasure, pain, even punishment.
“Strip” Namjoon ordered.
Jin obeyed with trembling hands, peeling off the jersey to reveal his toned chest, nipples already pebbled into a tight peak from anticipation. The shorts came next, sliding down to reveal his black boxer brief. The shorts did nothing to hide the hardening bulge. The front of his boxer brief now wet with his precum, cock straining wanting, needing to be out in the open air. Casting a glance toward Namjoon, whose eyes had yet to stray away from his body, Jin shoved his boxer brief down his legs, freeing his cock. It slapped against his toned stomach, half-hard, thick and veiny, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Turning around to rummage something in a bag that Jin failed to notice was there. He gulped, knowing that his boyfriend had come more than prepared to punish him and to show exactly who he belonged to. Jin’s eyes widened when he saw the items that the younger man had brought with him. Black nylon rope, his cock cage, butt plug, a vibrator, and his punishment brush.
“Joon-ah…” Jin breathed. His boyfriend didn’t plan on taking things easy at all. He was in deep shit. “I…”
“Are you refusing to be punished?” Namjoon asked, eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer. Jin sighed and shook his head no. Eyes cast downward, hands fisting the bedsheets tightly. A few seconds passed before Jin took a deep breath, posture and hands relaxing, accepting whatever punishment the younger man had in store for him. “I need words, Jinnie.”
“No, Joon.”
Namjoon nodded, placing the items on the bed apart from the sleek, silver cock cage, the metal glinting in the soft light of the room. “Look at me, Jinnie.” Namjoon commanded, voiced low and authoritative.
Jin lifted his head, his eyes meeting Namjoon's gaze. Namjoon smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down Jin’s spine. "You understand why you need to be punished, don’t you?" he asked, his voice a low purr.
Jin nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Joonie.” He whispered, his voice trembling slightly. Not from fear, but from anticipation. It's been too long since he was last punished. It seemed like they both needed this.
Namjoon reached out with his free hand and cupped Jin’s chin, his thumb brushing lightly over his plump lips. “So good for me, Jinnie.” Namjoon murmured, his voice now soft and soothing. He then took a step back, his eyes never leaving Jin’s. “Stand up,”
Body trembling with anticipation and nerves, Jin obeyed. Namjoon’s eyes roved over the older man’s body, taking in every inch of him. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” Namjoon asked, voice a low growl. Jin nodded, voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Joon.”
Namjoon smiled, hand reaching out, finger brushing teasingly over Jin’s cock causing the older man to jump. “And this is mine too, isn’t it?” Jin nodded, breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Joon.”
Satisfied with his answer, Namjoon stepped forward and knelt in front of Jin, closed enough to feel the heat radiating off his body. His own breath steady, but laced with intent. “Stay still for me.” Namjoon murmured, voice a low rumble as he set the sleek, stainless steel cage, a custom piece, on the floor. Grabbing a small bottle of lube, Namjoon squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. The scent of it clean, slightly sweet, filled the air as he rubbed it between his fingers. His hands moved with precision, one gripping the base of Jin’s cock firmly, thumb pressing just under the head to keep the girthy length in place.
Jin inhaled sharply at the touch, his hips twitching instinctively. Namjoon tsked, his grip tightened just a fraction. A silent warning to be still. With his free hand, Namjoon picked up the base ring of the cage, a smooth polished metal about an inch and a half in diameter, tight enough to ensure control without cutting off circulation. He slid his lubed fingers along Jin’s shaft first, coating the skin with a thin, slick layer to ease the process, his touch deliberate, almost clinical, though the tension in the room was anything but. He worked the ring down slowly, guiding it over the head, past the sensitive ridge, until it nestled snugly at the base, encircling both cock and balls. Jin let out a shaky breath, the metal cool against his warm skin, the weight of it already grounding him in a way that made his pulse quicken.
Namjoon adjusted the ring with a practiced hand, making sure it sat flush against Jin’s body, tight enough that only a fingertip could slip underneath, perfect for safety but unyielding for control. He gave a light tug to test it, watching Jin’s face for any sign of discomfort. There was none, just a faint flush creeping up his neck. Satisfied, Namjoon reached for the cage portion, a short, curved tube with tiny ventilation holes, designed to keep that impressive length contained. He aligned it with the ring’s pegs, but first, he bent Jin’s cock downward gently, guiding it into position with his slick fingers. The head brushed against the edge of the cage as he eased it in, the metal dragging slightly against lubed skin, a teasing friction that made Jin bite his lip.
“Almost there,” Namjoon said, voice rough now, as he pushed the cage fully onto the ring, the two pieces clicking together with a faint metallic snap. He took extra care to avoid pinching any skin, running his fingers along the edges to check for gaps, smoothing everything into place. The cage hugged Jin’s cock tightly, compressing it into a confined curve, the tip barely visible through the slotted end. Namjoon grabbed the small padlock from the table, threading it through the designated hole at the top where the cage met the ring. With a slow, deliberate turn of the key, he secured it, the lock clicking shut with a sound that seemed to echo in the charged silence. He pocketed the key, a smirk tugging at his lips as he met Jin’s wide eyes.
“All locked up and mine,” Namjoon drawled, running a single finger along the cage, tracing the outline of Jin’s trapped length through the metal. The touch was light but electric, making Jin hissed softly, his body already reacting despite the confinement.
“This will stay on until the tour is ove..” He stood, towering over Jin again, letting the weight of his words and the cage sink in as he admired his handiwork. The steel gleamed under the hotel room light, a stark contrast to Jin’s flushed skin, a perfect symbol of who owned every inch of him.
Jin moaned, “Joon…Joonie…I….I can’t.”
“Yes, you can and you will.” Namjoon fondled his exposed balls, squeezing it every so lightly. “Unless, you can’t take your punishment, hyung. Tell me now. I’ll stop.”
Jin shook his head no. “No….no…I can take it.”
“Are you sure?” Namjoon withdraws his hand, wanting to give his boyfriend a clear head to make a decision. He loved Jin, loved the little game they played. But, he wasn’t about to do something that Jin is not comfortable doing. “Do you want me to stop, baby?”
Meeting Namjoon’s gaze, Jin nodded. “No, don’t stop, please. I’ll take the punishment. I can do it. I want to be your good boy again.” His ears reddened at the admission.
“Of course, baby.” Namjoon stepped closer, brushing a piece of fallen hair away from Jin’s forehead and placing a soft kiss there. “You are my good boy, despite what you did today.” Jin whined and buried his face into the crook of Namjoon’s neck.
Namjoon chuckled, hand rubbing up and down his naked back a few times. “Now, are you ready to continue?” A soft nod of his head, Jin mumbled, “Yes.”
Pushing himself away and stepping back from his now clingy lover, Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest, eyes raking over Jin’s naked form, the broad shoulders, the taunt muscles, and that gleaming steel cage trapping his thick cock. The air in the room now felt heavy, charged with anticipation. “Good. Now get on the bed. Face down.”
Jin obeyed instantly. His bare feet padded softly against the carpet as he moved, climbing onto the king-sized bed with a slight tremor in his limbs, the metal around him clinking faintly with each motion. Jin lowered himself carefully, chest pressing into the cool, crisp sheets, his cheek resting against the fabric as he settled face down. The position made the cage dig slightly into his pelvis, a constant reminder of his restraint, while his ass lifted just a fraction naturally, vulnerable and exposed.
Namjoon watched every move with a predatory glint, grabbing a bundle of soft, but sturdy nylon rope, black, sleek, already pre-cut into manageable lengths for this exact purpose. He approached the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he knelt near Jin’s head first.
“Arms out,” Namjoon instructed, voice clipped as he took Jin’s right wrist in his firm grip. He looped the rope around it twice, creating a secure cuff with a quick, practiced knot, an overhand variation that wouldn’t slip or tighten on its own. Tugging the free end, he stretched Jin’s arm toward the corner of the bed frame, tying it off to the sturdy wooden post with a taut line that left no slack. Jin’s breathing hitched slightly as the rope pulled his arm straight, but he didn’t resist. Namjoon mirrored the process on the left wrist, pulling it to the opposite corner, ensuring both arms were spread wide, muscles tensing under the strain of the position. The bed frame creaked faintly as the ropes held firm, Jin’s upper body now pinned in a vulnerable ‘Y’ shape.
Satisfied with his work, Namjoon moved to the foot of the bed, grabbing another length of rope, his long fingers working deftly as he seized Jin's right ankle. “Legs apart,” he commanded, nudging the limb outward with a rough push of his hand before wrapping the rope around it snugly. He tied it with the same precision, securing the end to the bedpost, so Jin’s leg was stretched out at an angle, fully extended. The left ankle followed suit, roped and tied until both legs were splayed wide, completing the spread-eagle position. Jin’s body now formed a perfect ‘X’ on the mattress, every limb immobilized, his pale skin stark against the dark sheets.
Eyeing the extra pillow, Namjoon grabbed the pillow, fingers tapping a soft command at Jin’s hips. “Raise up, a little. Good boy, Jinnie.” Namjoon hummed as he shoved the pillow under his hips, making his ass slightly elevated.
Namjoon stood at the foot of the bed, his gazed heavy and deliberate as he soaked in the sight before him. Jin, bound spread-eagle face down on the hotel sheets, was a vision of submission every inch of him exposed and at Namjoon's mercy. The black ropes held his wrists and ankles taut, stretching his limbs to the corners of the bed frame, muscles flexing faintly under the strain. The pillow propped under his hips did its job perfectly, lifting that sculpted ass just enough to present it like a damn offering, while his broad back dipped into a subtle arch, skin glistening with a thin sheen of nervous sweat.
Namjoon's eyes lingered on the details, drinking in every nuance. That tight, pink rosebud of an entrance was on full display between Jin’s spread cheeks, untouched for now but practically begging for attention, puckered, delicate, and framed by the pale, unmarred skin around it. The contrast of vulnerability and raw exposure had Namjoon's pulse kicking up a notch. His gaze drifted lower, catching the glint of the steel cock cage trapped between Jin’s body and the pillow. It pressed awkwardly into the fabric, squishing that thick length into an unnatural curve, the metal biting just enough to remind Jin of his confinement with every tiny shift. Even soft, the outline of him strained against the cage, a tantalizing hint of what was locked away, owned solely by Namjoon.
A low hum of approval rumbled in Namjoon's throat as he tilted his head, stepping closer to trail a slow finger along the rope binding Jin’s ankle, appreciating how it bit just slightly into the skin without leaving marks. “Fuck, Jinnie, you look good like this,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger, almost to himself. “Spread out, helpless, that pretty little hole just waiting for me. and this…” he tapped the edge of the cage lightly through the gap between thigh and pillow, making Jin flinch with a muffled gasp—“all caged up where no one else gets to touch.” His smirk was audible, possessive as hell, as he straightened up, ready to take this masterpiece of control to the next level.
Namjoon stood beside the bed, the wooden hairbrush in his grip, a sturdy, old-school piece with a flat, polished back, perfect for what he had in mind. It’s the one Jin hated the most as it delivered the best sting, always leaving his pale ass a nice shade of red. The sight before him was to die for Jin spread eagle, ass slightly raised, pink rosebud exposed and vulnerable. The cock cage gleamed between his body and the sheets, a constant reminder of his submission. Namjoon's eyes burned with intent as he dragged the bristles of the brush lightly over Jin’s left cheek first, teasing the skin into goosebumps before flipping it over to the hard, unyielding side. “You’re gonna count every one,” he growled, voice low and commanding. “Don’t fuck it up.”
Without warning, he brought the brush down with a sharp crack across Jin’s right cheek, the sound slicing through the tense hotel room air. A bright red mark bloomed instantly on the pale skin, and Jin’s body jerked against the ropes, a choked gasp escaping his lips. “One,” he managed, voice already trembling. Namjoon didn’t let up, landing another strike on the opposite cheek, just as hard, watching the flesh jiggle slightly under the impact. Two,” Jin bit out, fingers curling against the restraints.
Namjoon alternated sides with ruthless precision, each hit echoing three, four, five, until he reached ten, Jin’s ass a patchwork of fiery welts, his counting growing shakier, laced with whimpers. sweat beaded on his back, his breathing was ragged, but Namjoon’s focus was ironclad, though the sight of that trembling, reddened skin had his own blood running hotter than he’d admit.
He set the brush aside on the bedside table with a deliberate clink, letting Jin think for a fleeting second that the torment was over. The older man’s shoulders relaxed just a fraction, a soft exhale slipping out as if relief was near.
Big mistake. Namjoon's lips curled into a wicked smirk as he flexed his long, deft fingers, stepping closer to the bed. “Jinnie” he taunted, voice dripping with dark amusement. “You think I was done? Nah, baby, we’re just getting started.” He chuckled and spat directly onto his right hand, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room, rubbing it between his fingers to slick them up before positioning himself right behind Jin. His left hand gripped one bruised cheek, spreading it slightly to expose that tight, pink hole even more, glistening faintly with sweat under the dim light.
“Joon? Wh…What are you…”
Without hesitation, Namjoon brought his right hand down hard, fingers splayed, landing a sharp, wet slap directly over Jin’s entrance. The impact made a lewd, echoing smack, and Jin yelped, body arching as much as the ropes allowed, the sting radiating from such a sensitive spot straight through him. “Fuck—” he gasped, voice breaking, but Namjoon didn’t give him time to recover as another slap, harder this time, fingers catching the edge of that puckered ring with pinpoint accuracy, the wet heat of his hand mingling with the burn on Jin’s skin.
“Count again,” Namjoon ordered, unrelenting, as he delivered a third strike, this one grazing lower, teasing the perineum just above where the cage trapped Jin’s squished cock. “One,” Jin stammered, barely audible through gritted teeth, as the hits kept coming two, three, four, each one centered over that exposed hole, making it twitch and clench instinctively under the assault.
By the fifth slap, Jin was a mess, moaning low into the sheets, ass glowing an angry red, the skin around his entrance hypersensitive from the direct contact. Namjoon's fingers lingered after each hit now, dragging over the heated flesh, pressing just enough against the rim to hint at intrusion without giving in, driving Jin wild with the mix of pain and denied need.
Namjoon’s own breath hitched mid-strike on the eighth count, his focus faltering for a split second as raw arousal hit him like a freight train. Watching Jin writhe under his hand, hearing those broken whimpers, seeing that hole flutter with every slap—it was too much.
He paused, stepping back just enough to adjust himself in his tight jeans, his erection straining painfully against the zipper. With a quick, frustrated tug, he shifted the bulge to a less torturous angle, muttering a low “Damn” under his breath before returning to his position. No way was he letting his own need derail this punishment.
He finished the set at ten, each final slap harder than the last, leaving Jin trembling, voice hoarse as he counted out “Ten” in a near whisper.
Namjoon stood behind Jin, his own breath heavy after delivering those sharp, wet slaps to the now swollen, red hole. Jin’s ass was a mess of angry welts and handprints, his tight entrance, slightly swollen, twitching from the abuse, glistening with sweat and the faint sheen of spit from Namjoon's fingers. Bound spread-eagle face down on the hotel bed, ropes taut at his wrists and ankles, Jin whimpered softly into the sheets, the steel cock cage trapping his thick length against the pillow under his hips, ensuring he stayed denied. Namjoon's eyes darkened with raw lust, his erection straining hard against his jeans, he was done holding back.
“Good boy,” he rasped, voice thick with lust now, barely hiding how turned on he was. “but don’t think this is over. I’ve got more for you.” The promise hung heavy, leaving no doubt that Jin’s punishment was far from done.
He knelt down behind Jin, hands gripping those bruised cheeks and spreading them wide, exposing that tender, reddened hole fully. without a word, he leaned in, dragging his hot, wet tongue over the swollen rim in one slow, deliberate lick. Jin gasped sharply, body jerking against the restraints, the sudden warmth and softness after all that stinging pain sending a shockwave through him. Namjoon didn’t stop, circling the sensitive flesh with teasing flicks, tasting the heat and salt of sweat, humming low in his throat as Jin moaned brokenly, overwhelmed by the contrast. “Fuck, you’re so messed up back here,” Namjoon murmured against the skin, voice rough with want, giving one last broad lick before pulling back, leaving Jin shuddering and desperate for more.
“Please, Joonie.” Jin whimpered. “Please…”
“Don’t worry, Jinnie. You get what you want soon, baby.”
Standing up, Namjoon unbuttoned his jeans with quick, impatient movements, shoving them down just enough to free himself. His cock sprang out, thick and heavy, the length impressive, easily nine inches, with a girth that promised a stretch, veins prominent along the shaft. He spat into his hand, slicking himself up with a few rough strokes, eyes locked on Jin’s vulnerable form.
“Gonna feel every fucking inch of me,” he growled, positioning himself between Jin’s spread legs, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lined up, the blunt head of his dick pressing against that still-twitching hole, not pushing in yet, just letting the pressure build as a cruel tease. Jin moaned, body trembling in anticipation.
Then, with one brutal thrust, Namjoon drove in deep, burying half his length in a single move. Jin cried out, voice raw, body arching uselessly against the ropes as the sudden stretch burned through him.
“Oh god, fuck!” he gasped, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the sudden, overwhelming intrusion. It hurted so bad, yet so so good.
Namjoon didn’t pause, pulling out slightly only to slam back in harder, faster, setting a ruthless pace that rocked the bed frame with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, loud and obscene, mingled with Jin choked moans, each one high-pitched and broken, spilling from his lips uncontrollably. “Please—ahh, too much!” he sobbed, tears streaking down his cheeks now, voice cracking as he trembled under the assault. Namjoon only gripped his hips tighter, fingers digging into bruised flesh, relentless as Jin’s cries turned into whimpering moans, a mess of pain and denied pleasure with every deep stroke.
Each stroke forced Jin to feel it all, the sheer length reaching impossibly deep, the thickness splitting him open, the girth dragging against his inner walls with relentless friction.
Worst of all was how Namjoon’s cock rubbed insistently over his prostate, hitting that spot with punishing accuracy over and over, sending white-hot jolts of pleasure through him that had nowhere to go. Cock trapped in the cage, Jin couldn’t get hard, couldn’t cum, just had to endure the maddening build-up with no release, whimpering helplessly as his body clenched around Namjoon.
Sobbing louder now, “Joon fuck, I can’t, it’s too good!” his voice wavered between moans and cries, head thrashing against the sheets, completely broken under the brutal fuck while namjoon growled above him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Namjoon rasped, hands gripping Jin’s hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the already tender flesh as he pounded in without mercy. Sweat dripped down his forehead, the room thick with the scent of musk and lube, the air heavy with their combined heat. He shifted angles slightly, driving even deeper, making sure every thrust tortured that sensitive bundle of nerves inside Jin, watching with dark satisfaction as the older man writhed and sobbed into the sheets, overwhelmed by the brutal fuck.
“Can’t even get it up, can you? That’s right, baby. Be a good boy and just take it," Namjoon taunted, voice cutting through the haze, each word punctuated by another punishing thrust.
It didn’t take long for Namjoon to hit his edge, watching Jin fall apart under him, feeling that tight heat clench around his cock, it was too much. With a guttural groan, he slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard, spilling deep inside. Hot spurts filled Jin, the sensation overwhelming as it coated his insides, making him whimper through tears while still denied any relief. Namjoon stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, cock twitching with aftershocks before slowly pulling out, a trickle of cum leaking from Jin’s stretched hole as it clenched around nothing.
But Namjoon wasn’t done. Reaching for the thick, black silicone butt plug, two inches wide at its thickest, tapered with a flared base, he grabbed the lube bottle from the bedside table, squirting a generous amount over it until it dripped.
“You're keeping this in ‘til morning,” he said, voice firm and unyielding as he spread Jin’s cheeks again, pressing the slick tip against that abused, leaking entrance. Jin whimpered, oversensitive and raw, but Namjoon didn’t ease up, pushing it in slow and steady. The widest part stretched him painfully wide after the brutal fucking, drawing a broken moan from Jin’s lips until it finally settled into place with a wet pop, the base snug against his skin, trapping everything inside.
Jin’s breath hitched, body trembling hard against the ropes as he lifted his head slightly, voice hoarse and pleading. “Please, Joonie. Please, I can’t take it anymore,” he begged, tears still wet on his cheeks, desperation lacing every word. “Just let me out of this cage for a second—I need to cum, I’m fucking dying here. Please, please I’ll do anything.” His hips twitched uselessly, the plug shifting just enough to draw a pained moan from his lips, voice raw from crying through the pounding he’d taken.
Namjoon crouched down beside the bed, leveling his face with Jin’s, a cold smirk curling his lips. He reached out, brushing a tear off Jin's cheek with a deceptively gentle thumb before letting his hand drop to grip the older man’s chin firmly. “Listen close, Jinnie,” he said, voice low and cutting, each word deliberate. “that cage stays on until the last damn show of this tour. You don’t get to cum, not now, not tomorrow, not ‘til I decide you’ve earned it. You’re mine to control, and this,” he tapped the base of the plug hard, making Jin jolt with a choked gasp, “Stays in ‘til morning. Don’t even think about touching it. If I find out you’ve disobeyed, I’ll make today look like a fuckin’ warmup.”
He stood back up, crossing his arms, towering over Jin with pure dominance radiating off him. “If you behave, if you keep your hands off and take this punishment like a good boy maybe, just maybe, I’ll milk you dry in the morning. But that’s only if I’m feeling generous. Fuck around, and you’ll be locked up even longer. understand?” Jin nodded weakly, a broken “Yes” slipping out between shuddering breaths, tears still leaking as his body sagged against the restraints, utterly defeated.
Namjoon gave one last possessive look over him bound, caged, plugged, marked inside and out before stepping toward the bathroom door. “Get some rest, hyung. You’re gonna need it.” he flicked off the main light, leaving just a dim lamp on, the room heavy with the scent of sweat and musk as Jin lay there, whimpering softly into the silence, owned in every sense.