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Jimin woke up curled around his fluffy blanket in his crate. He yawned, scrubbing at his eyes, and wondered when he’d gotten here. Last he remembered was the car ride home from the play date. Had Jungkook really carried him inside without him waking? Jimin flushed, grinning stupidly into his blanket.
Rolling onto his side, Jimin grabbed for the water through the bars of the crate. He took his time to slowly wake up and stretch through his sore muscles. He was still wearing the belt, thick ring around his cock and balls and exposed hole. A thrill went through him as he thought about everything yesterday. Absentmindedly, he brushed his fingers over his sensitive nipples, letting his eyes roll back in his head.
He knew he wasn’t supposed to touch himself, but he was bored. It was so easy to feel pleasure, so nice to simply allow himself to. He laid back, letting his eyes flutter closed as he played with his nipples and the small amount of fat accumulating under them. They weren’t breasts, not yet, but the sensation was changing nonetheless.
Thankfully, it wasn’t long before Jungkook opened the basement door. Excited, Jimin jumped to his knees, all but wagging his tail.
“Good morning, Pet,” Jungkook greeted. He sounded like he was in a good mood, which made Jimin happy.
“Good morning, master,” Jimin replied dutifully. He leaned against the cage with his arm, letting Jungkook easily kneel down and inject him with his daily shot of whatever. It was just simpler to let him do it, and Jimin hardly even noticed the pinch any more.
With a grin, Jungkook unlatched the crate and locked a leash on Jimin’s collar.
He led him out, pulling the Pet on hands and knees over to the table before gesturing that he get up. Jimin stood and crawled onto the table without a word.
“Sleep well, hm, Pet?” Jungkook asked, turning away to grab something.
Jimin blushed. “Yes, master. Thank you.”
“You just looked so content. I tried not to wake you,” Jungkook explained, sounding sweet. He’d returned with a different belt—the one with the small white tail and huge vibrating plug. “Did you like your play date?”
Jimin nodded as Jungkook started unclasping the belt he currently had on. “Yes, master.”
“You like Yoongi?”
“Yes,” Jimin replied tentatively, unsure of what the right answer was. “It was good to see another . . . dynamic.”
Jungkook made a noise of agreement, pulling the belt off him completely. “Hoseok and Yoongi have been contracted for a while now, and he’s very well trained.”
The silence stretched on for a moment long enough that Jimin had to ask the question on his tongue. “Do you think I’m well trained, master?” His voice was meek.
Jungkook pressed a lubed finger to Jimin’s hole. The Pet squeaked, curling his toes. His master slowly started working him open, pressing one finger in and out. Jimin tried not to fuck his finger, digging his fingers into the table in an attempt to stay still.
“I think you’re getting there, Pet,” Jungkook answered after a long time. “I’m impressed by how well you take everything, but I’m still worried.”
Jimin stilled, his brain working overtime while pleasure pulsed through him. “I—I want more,” Jimin whispered.
Jungkook added a second finger, just to make Jimin keen. “More what, Pet?”
“More training, if you’re worried,” Jimin said, a little breathless. “I want to be—be good for you.”
Scissoring his fingers wider inside Jimin, Jungkook hummed in agreement. “You’ve come a long way, Pet. But don’t worry. I’m going to mold you perfectly.”
Jimin nodded, wriggling slightly against Jungkook. He was doing more than prepping now, pulling in and out decadently, curling his fingers inside to hit that perfect spot.
Groaning, Jimin panted out what he’d be wanting to say for a while, “Ma-master, I’m your Pet.”
Jungkook let out a little breathy noise. “Yes you are, baby,” he replied, sounding like he was smiling, fucking his fingers in and out of Jimin’s wet hole.
“I want—” Jimin started, arching his back against the glorious stretch of Jungkook’s fingers. “I want to be yours. In every way,” he managed out, letting his head look back, panting with every thrust.
“You’re such a good boy, hm, Pet?” Jungkook mused, voice light and edged with a headiness of possession. “You are mine in every way. I own you, Jimin.”
Jimin drew in a quick breath, gasping both of the growl of his name off of Jungkook’s lips and the addition of a third finger fucking his hole. “Yes, master!” he squealed out.
“I own your orgasms,” Jungkook continued, ruthlessly slamming his hand in and out, one hand pulling at the crease of Jimin’s hip, stabilizing him. “I own your ass and your cock and every inch of your skin. I own your mouth and what goes in it and what comes out of it. I own you, Pet.”
Jimin was shaking, his words and his fingers bringing him closer to the edge with every curl of his knuckles and slam of the hilt of his hand against Jimin’s hole. “Yes, master!”
“Even at Hoseok’s house. Even when that Pet was balls deep in you, I own you. I’m the reason he got to do that. I’m the reason we went there at all, and I don’t leave you in this basement to go crazy,” Jungkook explained, never stopping or slowing down against Jimin. “You are mine. All of you.”
“Yes, master! Thank you, master!” Jimin panted out. He was on his elbows now, unable to hold himself up against the onslaught of Jungkook’s fingers. “You own me.”
“Good boy,” Jungkook praised. His other hand moved from Jimin’s hip to wrap deliciously around the head of his cock, already dribbling precum. “Now, come for me, Pet.”
Jimin let out an inhuman noise, pure animalistic desire building inside his stomach as his master, his owner, slammed his fingers into that perfect spot and stroked his cock to blindingly perfection.
In the next breath, Jimin was screaming through his orgasm, ropes of hot cum emptying onto the table as the Pet shook on his wobbly legs and elbows, body spasming with the strength of it. Jungkook fucked him through it, rocking him through the aftershocks, his dick spurting the dredges of his load.
“Good boy,” Jungkook whispered, pulling his fingers from his ass and pressing a kiss to his ass cheek.
Jimin stayed in his presenting position, felt a flicker of embarrassment, and let it die as he settled into it. This is what he was meant to be doing, why would he be ashamed?
Bleary in his post-orgasm high, Jimin hardly realized what was happening until Jungkook was sliding the massive vibrating plug into his hole. Jimin let out a noise, wriggling slightly against the pressure, and then it was seated, stretching him even more than Jungkook’s thick three fingers. Another tight ring was slipped around his cock and balls, leaving them exposed and drooping from his orgasm.
Slowly, almost lovingly, Jungkook locked the belt onto his Pet, making sure it was snug against his skin, unable to budge from the tight position above his hips.
Jungkook got a leather leash and clipped it onto Jimin’s collar, the Pet baring his neck so his master could more easily attach it. Grinning, Jungkook tugged Jimin forward, leading him over to the staircase.
Stopping in his tracks, Jimin looked wide eyed at his master, taller than ever on two steps above him, leash taught between them. “Master?” Jimin whispered.
“You’re coming upstairs, Pet. It’s almost time for lunch.”
Jimin swallowed, nodding and following up the steps, slowly and apprehensive. He’d spent nearly every second in the basement of the last month, and now he was being led upstairs? His knees were knocking together.
“I got you a bed for up here, Pet. But you’ll still be sleeping in your crate at night. At least until I can trust you up here,” Jungkook explained as he pushed open the basement door.
The first thing Jimin had to do was cover his eyes, blinking in the sudden sun. It was so bright. Big, shiny clear windows let in swathes of warm sunlight that baked into the floor.
The space was large, impressive marble flooring covered with intricate-looking rugs and a huge L-shaped couch in front of a massive flat screen TV. It was open concept, so the kitchen backed up to the living area, a huge dining table set with candles and flowers spilling across the center and impressive rows of slate gray cabinetry.
Taehyung grinned from where he was lounging in a fluffy blue dog bed at the end of the couch. He had a similar collar and tag at his throat and was wearing a cute set of pale blue lingerie, thin straps accentuated against his golden skin.
Taehyung sat up, his eyes glimmering with interest as Jimin padded into the living room behind Jungkook, his leash tugging every other step as he spent too long admiring the room.
“Hi, boy,” Jungkook greeted warmly. He knelt down and scratched Taehyung’s head, where the Pet grinned and leaned into his master’s touch. “You excited to see your brother? He’ll be spending some time with us up here, now.”
Woofing what sounded like an affirmative, Taehyung stretched himself out of the dog bed, padding over to Jimin on his hands and knees, metal dog tags jangling at his throat. Taehyung got nose to nose with Jimin and cocked his head, leaning in close to his neck and taking in a sniff. Taehyung gave him a secret smirk, one that Jungkook couldn’t catch before sidling over to Jimin’s back end. Sitting back on his heels, Taehyung reached a hand out to pull on the fluffy tail of the belt, causing the plug in Jimin’s ass to move and his dick to twitch in response.
Taehyung must have made a face at Jungkook while Jimin shuddered and stared at his hands on the floor, because Jungkook laughed. “It’s not play time quite yet, pup. But we can get you two some time to cuddle, if you want.”
Jimin looked over his shoulder to see Taehyung nodding with a grin on his lips. That didn’t sound like a bad plan to Jimin himself, either, even if the gleam in Taehyung’s eyes was hungrier than he would’ve expected. His body was to be used, and who was he to deny his brother some new plaything fun?
“First we need to eat,” Jungkook announced, walking over to the kitchen and preparing something Jimin couldn’t see.
While Jungkook was busy, his two Pets waited behind him on the kitchen floor, both sitting back on their knees. Taehyung was just an inch or two behind Jimin, but it was enough for the other Pet to start running his fingernails across Jimin’s ass.
Jimin shot him a look over his shoulder, then back to Jungkook, who didn’t seem to notice. Taehyung smirked, his nails digging in as he trailed them across Jimin’s creamy skin. Jimin couldn’t help the warmth spoiling in his low stomach, the hardness jumping to his cock. He was so on edge for pleasure all the time that it only took a touch to have him reacting.
Jimin was squirming in his place by the time Taehyung was pulling and pushing on his tail, shoving the massive plug in and out slightly. And then Taehyung ran a finger up the sole of his foot, and Jimin squealed.
“What’s happening, boys?” Jungkook snapped, looking over his shoulder from his cooking to see his sheepish Pets. Jimin had one hand braced on the floor in front of him, having shot forward when Taehyung tickled him. And Taehyung had two fingers looped around Jimin’s tail.
Jungkook sighed, but it was fond. “You two are such good playmates, hm?” He put down his cooking utensils and turned to face them fully. “You two can play for a bit while I finish cooking, but don’t think you’re getting out of a punishment after we eat.”
They nodded dutifully at him, and as soon as Jungkook grinned and went back to his cooking, Taehyung was shoving Jimin down to the ground and onto his back. Jimin hardly had time to react before Taehyung was swallowing down his cock.
“Ahhnng!” Jimin let out a strangled noise, bracing himself on his elbows to stare at the pup working his lips up and down his dick. It looked pathetic in comparison to the heavy cock between Taehyung’s legs, but the other Pet was determined.
Even though it had been maybe ten minutes since his last orgasm, Jimin was panting from Taehyung’s ministrations quickly. He had both his elbows pressed hard into Jimin’s thighs, keeping his legs spread and pinned down on the floor. Taehyung pulled up and off Jimin’s cock with a vulgar pop before grabbing at his balls with one hand, grinning devilishly when Jimin bit his lip. The other Pet went back to work with his mouth on Jimin’s cock, stars bursting behind Jimin’s eyelids.
Taehyung reached up, still bobbing up and down, his fingers finding the small fat that could hardly be called a breast upon Jimin’s chest. Jimin bucked against his mouth, dropping his head back while keening. He was so sensitive there, and as Taehyung flicked a finger over his nipple, Jimin cried out.
“My boys,” Jungkook said warmly, suddenly having stepped away from his cooking. “You’re just making this look like two much fun.”
And then before Jimin could process what was happening, Jungkook was dropping his pants and kneeling over Jimin. His master guided his massive cock into Jimin’s mouth, smirking down at him, puny and pathetic between his strong thighs. Jimin opened hungrily, panting around the hard length, letting his jaw go lax as Jungkook wrapped a big hand around the back of his head. Almost in rhythm with Taehyung working on Jimin’s cock, Jungkook fucked himself into Jimin’s mouth.
He was pliant under both of them, a doll for them to use and abuse however they liked, his pleasure curling rapidly in his stomach.
Eyes flying open, he gripped onto Jungkook’s thigh, blinking at him from around his cock, nostrils flaring. He was going to come. He was soft and tense and so, so close to falling over the edge into his pleasure.
Jungkook grinned down at him, grinding his face into the dark hair at the base of his cock. “You can come, Pet. And you may swallow, Tae baby,” he threw over his shoulder.
Taehyung made a noise and doubled his efforts, working just as fast as Jungkook pistoned himself into Jimin’s throat. Even around his master’s thick cock, Jimin cried out, moaning as he spasmed into Taehyung’s mouth, back arching between the two of them, fingers digging deep into Jungkook’s thigh.
Pleasure swirled around him as Taehyung lapped up his cum, loudly moaning before kitty licking the tip of Jimin’s cock to catch the remaining spunk. Jimin groaned around Jungkook’s dick, the head slamming into the back of his throat as he stayed pliant and perfect for his master.
“Taste good, Taehyung?” Jungkook asked, panting through his words as he fisted his fingers in Jimin’s hair.
“Yes, master. Thank you, master,” Taehyung replied, somehow his voice still edged with greed, even as he stared at the Pet he’d just ruined.
“Ah, your mouth is just so perfect, Pet,” Jungkook groaned, adding his other hand to the back of Jimin’s neck and snapping it back and forth like a doll. Jimin, spent from his own orgasm, just twitched his fingers against Jungkook’s thigh and let himself be still and easy.
Jungkook slammed his cock all the way to the base, Jimin’s nose flaring against his master’s skin, the head of his cock far down his throat. Tears sprung to Jimin’s eyes, unable to stop himself from gagging slightly on the huge dick.
And then Jimin was sucking in a short breath, jumping from Taehyung’s hands pitching at his nipples. Jungkook let out a light laugh, looking over his shoulder to his other Pet, fingers unable to be kept to himself. “You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you, Tae baby? Can’t help yourself around our new pretty Pet, hm?”
Taehyung whined, asking for something with his eyes, which Jungkook just laughed and nodded. Then, Jungkook was pulling himself out of Jimin’s mouth, trails of saliva drooling off his red, hard cock.
Greedily, with bright, mischievous eyes, Taehyung took Jungkook’s spot, knees on either side of Jimin’s torso, dick heavy between his legs, a bead of precum already shining. And then Jungkook saddled up behind Taehyung, pushing him forward gruffly. In the next moment, Taehyung was bracing himself on his hands, splayed next to Jimin’s head, and Jungkook was thrusting his cock deep in his ass.
Taehyung’s face was beautiful to watch, screwed with pleasure, panting through the pain of the stretch while Jungkook inched himself to be fully seated for a moment. After a deep moan from Taehyung, he shoved one hand under Jimin’s head, guiding his mouth up to his dick, careful not to move his own hips too much.
Jimin had to strain up to take the full length in his mouth, coming up on an elbow to give him better leverage. As he adjusted how he was taking Taehyung’s length, Jungkook rammed himself hard into his Pet, pistoning the dick straight into the back of Jimin’s throat.
“Uunh, uh, master,” Taehyung managed out on a breathless moan. “So big.”
Jungkook made a noise of approval. “Feeling good, Pets?”
Taehyung nodded frantically, grinding down into Jimin’s face. “Yes, thank you master!”
In a moment, Jimin was properly crying, tears streaming down his cheeks while Taehyung clung to the back of his head, rutting into his face like a dog while being fucked like one. While Jungkook was girthy, Taehyung was smooth and long, the head of his cock slipping down the back of his throat with every slam of Jungkook’s cock into his Pet. All Jimin could do was try and drop open his jaw and breathe through his nose.
Taehyung beamed down at him, open-mouthed and blown with bliss, the Pet started getting sloppier with his movements. Or was it Jungkook pounding into him with reckless abandon, chasing his own orgasm? Jimin couldn’t tell, but his ears felt full of cotton as the two men exchanged panted words above him.
In the next minute, Taehyung was falling forward, groaning as he spasmed his load into the back of Jimin’s throat. He shook, still slamming into Jimin’s mouth as Jungkook stuttered his hips deep into his Pet.
Jimin struggled to swallow, tears still dripping down his face with the salty cum drooling from his lips. Mercifully, Taehyung dropped Jimin’s head, gripping with both his hands against the tile of the kitchen floor.
Jimin’s head lulled to the side, exhaustion aching in his bones as his master and his brother fucked above him. There was a twinge somewhere inside of him that wondered what the fuck he was doing, splayed on his back on the kitchen tile, covered in cum, while two men groaned above him. The reply was a resounding certainty in his own head, although it sounded a lot like Jungkook’s voice. You are a Pet. You’re doing exactly what you’re meant to.
Jimin didn’t want to think more about why this wouldn’t be what he wanted. So he just reached down and palmed his own dick, already hard again, just watching Taehyung and Jungkook above him. He knew he wasn’t supposed to touch himself, but he was already getting punished for Taehyung wanting to play early, so why not make the most of it?
It was quick work, getting himself to the edge, especially with Jungkook dragging his nails down Taehyung’s back, fingers reaching back up to loop under his collar. Taehyung arched his back, pushing himself even deeper against his master’s cock, panting around the pull at his throat. And in the next moment, Jungkook was slamming himself deep against Taehyung’s ass, moaning low in his throat as his Pet got full with his cum.
Jealousy bloomed low in Jimin’s stomach. He wanted to feel full with his master’s cum, wanted to be stretched by his massive cock, wanted to be pliant and good for him. He took his hand off his own dick, knowing he wasn’t allowed to cum for himself, even though he could’ve reached it in moments.
“Fuck, boy,” Jungkook groaned, squelching as he pulled his cock out of Taehyung’s ass. “You’re always such a good ride.”
Taehyung grinned widely, pupils blown, pleasure settling into his features.
Jungkook stood and raised an eyebrow at Jimin’s hard, leaking cock. “Got yourself worked up again, hm?” he asked, chastising Jimin. “Think you deserve to cum again, Pet?”
“Whatever master wants,” Jimin breathed, laying still on the floor. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach the end of his pleasure.
Smiling, Jungkook knelt back down, this time between Jimin’s legs. “Help clean your brother up while I finish you off down here.”
Taehyung smirked down at him, and then crawled up so his knees were beside his head, and sat his ass down. Jimin wasted no time and lapped at Taehyung’s rim, tasting salty sweat and heady cum, the skin warm and sensitive from the sounds the other Pet was making.
Then Jungkook wrapped a hand around Jimin’s cock. It was simple, really, an easy handjob, especially with Jimin already so close to the edge. But it made Jimin squirm, the tenderness and care that Jungkook showed through his fingers working up and down on his length.
Jimin latched his hands around the front of Taehyung’s thighs, anchoring himself to piston his tongue through the thick muscle of the Pet’s hole. Jungkook said something, but he couldn’t make it out while wearing Taehyung’s thighs like earmuffs.
In the next few breaths, Jimin was twitching, his orgasm pooling quickly in his stomach. Jimin wrenched himself from Taehyung’s ass, frantically asking, “May I cum, master?”
Jungkook let out a huff of a laugh and said yes, and the next moment, Jimin was shoved his head back through Taehyung’s thighs, arching his spine from the floor, spasming through his orgasm. A small amount of cum spurted onto his stomach, his balls scrunching to empty themselves fully.
He felt boneless, collapsing under the weight of his endlessly chaseable pleasure. Both other men chuckled at him, Taehyung’s careful tongue cleaning the cum off his stomach.
It was probably a few minutes, but it felt like seconds to Jimin, blissed out and far away, when he was being nudged to move. Lunch was ready.
Jimin climbed to his knees, feeling wobbly and drunk. In front of him was a shining silver bowl, etched with a J and a paw print. One next to it with a T sat in front of Taehyung. The other Pet wasted no time in walking on his hands and knees to the bowl, dipping his head, and slurping down the noodles. Jimin was a bit more delicate about it.
He padded up to it, and he had to admit it smelled delicious. The embarrassment settled as his hunger swelled. He dropped to his elbows and took a messy bite. A moan almost escaped his lips. Real, honest-to-god food. Not cereal or protein bars or cum. Real food.
That evil little voice in the back of his head—the one that remembered his life before Jungkook—hissed that it was a tactic to keep him docile and weak, hungry for anything he could get. Now that he was behaving better, he was allowed to eat sustaining food. Jimin swallowed down the next bite and the nudging voice along with it.
He was where he was meant to be.
The meal was delicious, and Jimin didn’t stop himself from licking the bowl clean. Jungkook grinned down at him wickedly, an almost impressed expression on his face.
“Good lunch, boys?”
“Yes, thank you, master,” they both replied, almost eerily how in sync their voices were.
Jungkook nodded. “Good. Now stay right there and don’t move an inch.” He reached down for the bowls and let them clatter into the sink, both his Pets watching him from their all-fours position.
It was punishment time, both of them knew that, and there was nothing they could do about it. Jungkook grabbed a wooden spoon out of a drawer and Jimin stiffened. Their master swung one of the big dining room chairs around to face them, and he took a seat, lightly whacking the spoon against his own palm.
“Taehyung first, since it seemed like you started it,” Jungkook said darkly, eyes narrowing on his Pet. Taehyung, the strange creature he was, just grinned back up at him. “Come on up.” He patted his lap.
Jimin watched in scared fascination as Taehyung draped himself across Jungkook’s lap, hands flat on the floor, toes digging for purchase, ass up.
Jungkook wasted no time in swinging the wooden spoon down to meet the perky, tan skin of Taehyung’s ass. The Pet hissed at impact, his whole body jutting forward. Jungkook put a hand to front of Taehyung’s throat, holding his Pet where he wanted him, and bringing the spoon down four more times. Taehyung squealed for each of them, toes curling, eyes squeezing shut. His ass was already red and raised with the outlines of where he’d been smacked.
“Are you going to be good, Taehyung?” Jungkook growled out, putting the spoon down for a moment to rub his hands across the hot skin of his ass.
“Yes, master!” Taehyung panted out, wiggling against him. “I’ve learned my lesson!” He sounded repentant, but Jimin could see the smirk on his lips and the spark in his eye.
Jungkook spanked him hard on each cheek with an open palm, the noise of skin on skin loud and clapping. Taehyung jumped and groaned, his hand coming over to wrap around Jungkook’s ankle, trying to find purchase. Their master landed six more blows with his hand, turning the whole of Taehyung’s ass a shiny, painful red.
“Do you think that’s enough? Are you going to be good?” Jungkook asked again, running his fingers across his skin again.
“No, master,” Taehyung breathed. “Give me more. I need as many as you want to give me.”
Jimin was shocked by his answer. The man looked ruined, panting out every breath, his ass beaten well. Was it a trick? Was that the answer Jungkook wanted? Jimin started to get even more nervous, palms sweaty against the kitchen tile.
“That’s a good boy,” Jungkook praised, raining down four more open-handed spanks in quick succession, Taehyung groaning after each one. “Now keep your hands to yourself unless I specifically say it’s playtime, okay?”
Taehyung nodded quickly, sliding himself back against Jungkook’s lap to kneel on the other side of him. “Yes master,” he said diligently. Then he looked over at Jimin with a smirk. “I’ll try.”
Jungkook let out a low laugh at that, leaning over and grabbing Taehyung’s chin for a rough kiss.
And then Taehyung was slowly padding over to where Jimin was stock still, scared for his own turn. Jungkook just raised an eyebrow and patted his lap. Jimin took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for the duration of the punishment.
It was awkward to get up on Jungkook’s lap. He wasn’t as tall as Taehyung, and his fingertips just barely brushed the floor while his toes were struggling to get a grip.
Jungkook ran a hand up and down Jimin’s spine, sending chills across the Pet’s skin. He trailed down to his ass, grabbing at the ample flesh there—the belt he was wearing covered very little. With a deceptively gentle hand, Jungkook snaked his arm under Jimin’s collarbones, propping him up. Jimin scrambled to grab ahold of the bottom rung of the chair, unable to reach the floor.
And then Jimin was flying forward into Jungkook’s arm, the sting erupting in his ass after a breathless moment. Jimin gasped, eyes wide and unseeing at the floor beneath him. Was he crying? He wasn’t sure. Another whack had a scream erupt from his throat, the wooden spoon biting into his skin.
Jungkook rubbed a soft, open palm across his ass, and to Jimin’s horror, his dick twitched. He’d been spanked before, and it had felt marginally good, but the spoon was so intense it blurred everything. The sting now dissipating through his own body made him hot.
“You’re such a good boy,” Jungkook whispered, taking a completely different tone with him than he had with Taehyung. “And you’re so pretty when you cry.” He tilted Jimin toward him, holding him gently on his lap while the tears rolled down Jimin’s cheeks.
He let him center himself again before whacking his ass again with the spoon, eliciting a gasped cry from the Pet. It hurt so bad, but something swirled devilishly in the bottom of his stomach. He didn’t know how much of it he could take.
Another two hits before Jungkook was rubbing his calloused hand over the heated skin again, and Jimin was still crying. Silently, big tears streamed down his cheeks, pinking his skin elsewhere than just his sensitive ass.
“You’re taking it so well, Pet,” Jungkook murmured, gentle across his skin. “You know what would help?”
Jimin didn’t have the capacity to respond, but had a sinking feeling that nothing was going to help—especially not whatever Jungkook had in mind.
His master shifted slightly underneath him, reaching for something in his pocket below Jimin’s hips. Something clicked softly and then Jimin was bucking himself forward into Jungkook’s strong arm still holding him mostly upright.
Jungkook turned on the vibrator sitting pretty in Jimin’s hole, locked and latched by the belt he was wearing.
Instantly, Jimin let out a moan, unable to deny that curling swirl of pleasure in his low gut any longer. He’d almost forgotten how huge that damn plug was. Jimin felt like he was going to vibrate right into pieces.
And then Jungkook smacked his ass with the wooden spoon again, igniting a hot pull of pleasure straight to his dick.
“Taehyung, hands off,” Jungkook warned, the Pet glancing over through tears to see Taehyung pull his hand away from his own dick.
Another hit and Jimin was hanging his head over Jungkook’s arm, unconsciously grinding back into his master’s lap, aching for some friction. His dick was hard and aching between his legs, the fire on his ass making him all that more sensitive. He could hardly even believe his body had the energy to get hard again, after all the playing they’d already done today. But his body was to be used, and he couldn’t help himself from responding in kind.
“It’s more fun this way, isn’t it?” Jungkook whispered cheekily. “You’re just such a good boy, Pet.” He rubbed on Jimin’s inflamed skin again, trailing his nails across his ass, making the Pet shiver.
He brought down his open palm against the skin of Jimin’s very upper thigh, ricocheting through the plug, forcing it to jostle even deeper as pain bloomed through him. It morphed so slowly into a desperate sort of pleasure, Jimin gasping through his tears.
“You’re going to think of this every time you get spanked now, Pet,” Jungkook murmured, palming his dick between his legs. Jimin squirmed, so many sensations erupting through him. His ass was stinging, hot and sore. His hole was stretched and vibrating, that perfect spot inside him just a tiny bit away from making him come. And his dick was hard and only jumping more in his master’s hand.
Jungkook rained down another four spanks with his open palm, Jimin squealing with each one. At least his hand didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the wooden spoon; the pain settled into the cacophony of his pleasure easily. And then his master was wrapping his hand around Jimin’s hard, weeping cock, mixing the lines of what he was feeling even more.
“Are you going to be good? Keep your hands to yourself unless I say so?” Jungkook asked, his voice firm, edged with devilishness.
“Yes, master!” Jimin keened, knuckles going white on the rung of the chair, trying to keep himself upright. “You’ve taught me well!”
Jungkook grinned at that, working Jimin’s pathetic dick even harder. “You are a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, master!” he yelled out again, clenching his toes and gasping. He was in the middle of a punishment, so he didn’t know if he could ask to come. But it would be worse not to say anything. He panicked, opening his mouth to ask, but in that moment, Jungkook took his hand off Jimin’s cock, bringing it down for two more loud spanks instead.
Jimin screamed with each one, knowing he was being louder than he ever thought he’d been, but unable to do anything about it. Jungkook’s hard spanks pushed the plug even further into him, his hole clenching hard around the massive vibrator.
“Do you want to come, Pet?” Jungkook asked, smoothing his hand across the angry skin.
“If-If you want me to, Master!’ Jimin managed out breathlessly, trying not to get tricked into earning more spanks.
“I have taught you well, hm, Pet?” Jungkook sounded impressed, running his hands across the backs of Jimin’s thighs, just to watch the Pet squirm. “You may come,” his master replied with a smile, grabbing onto his dick again, working his hand up and down at a brutal speed.
In only a few moments, still swirling with pleasure and pain, Jimin was tipping right over the edge, his orgasm scarily intense, his eyesight blinking in and out as he spasmed on Jungkook’s lap. He didn’t have any cum left to lose, his dick just twitching painfully in his master’s hand.
He was breathing raggedly, hardly able to fill his lungs up as the vibrator kept making him clench around it, his dick worthless and his pleasure spiralling the drain. Thankfully, mercifully, Jungkook turned the vibrator off once Jimin really thought he was going to start crying again, his pleasure so raw and his pain still stinging through him.
“Good boy,” Jungkook murmured, slipping his other hand underneath Jimin’s hips and shifting so he could pick the Pet up while he stood. “You deserve some rest, hm?”
Jimin nodded sleepily, still trying to regulate his breathing as he clutched onto the front of Jungkook’s shirt. “Thank you, master.”
This is what he’d asked for, isn’t it? More training to be the perfect Pet for him? If Jungkook wanted to teach him to come untouched from a spanking, then this was exactly the way. He wanted to behave but only enough that he could have his fun with his Pets and take them into his own hands after it all. Jimin was content in a way he hadn’t been in a long time. He dropped his head against Jungkook’s firm chest, taking comfort in his familiar scent, heady as it was with sex clinging to him.
In the corner of the L-shaped couch, a soft pink dog bed was waiting for Jimin. Jungkook laid him down gently, petting his hair out of his face, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Good job today,” he whispered sweetly. “I’ll wake you up for dinner.”
Jimin made a noise of agreement, and was asleep before he could even murmur out a thank you.