Dom

Chapter 4

Namjoon groaned, seeing it was nearly three in the morning and he hadn't been able to sleep at all.

The ring around his cock made sure of that.

Unable to stop feeling aroused, the students mind kept drifting to dirty, kinky images despite him constantly shoving them quickly away.

The last thing he needed was for his heartbeat to spike and alert the watch, making him lose the bet not even twelve hours into the month.

He pressed his wrists against his closed eyes, kicking off his blankets.

It was far too fucking hot for them.

He had taken off his pants an hour ago, but refused to remove his boxers, not wanting to see his caged humiliation.

The fact Yoongi was sleeping peacefully right now pissed Namjoon off so much.

"Bastard," he muttered, finally rising out of bed and padding to his door. "Fucking bastard."

He opened it and peered up and down the hall, making sure his parents were asleep, before going to the medicine cabinet and stealing two of his moms sleeping pills. She had occasional insomnia and they helped her fall asleep and Namjoon hoped they would do the same for him.

He took them dry and went back to bed, praying he wouldn't have a wet dream and wake up even hornier.

The pills finally kicked in half an hour later, and Namjoon grudgingly drifted off, hating Min Yoongi every second of the way.

Three hours later, his alarm went off for school.

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Namjoon was tired, sexually frustrated, painfully aroused and unbelievably angry as he slid into his seat for his first class.

He couldn't wear his usual skinny jeans because of the God damn stupid fucking cock cage, and sweatpants were too dangerous, so he went with normal jeans and a large hoodie that covered his ass and front.

He had used his moms makeup to hide the hickey on his neck, but the mark was still visible so Namjoon had pulled up his hood.

If Hoseok tried to touch him inappropriately like usual today, Namjoon would have no choice but to snap the boys bones in half to protect his dignity.

But after the bell rang, and neither Hoseok nor Jungkook raced in last minute, Namjoon finally released a breath, relieved to be alone.

He wasn't paying attention to the lecture at all, too distracted, so when the teacher called on him, it took a few moments to realize his classmates were all staring at him.

He snapped out of his thoughts quickly, glancing up at the board. "Huh- oh, yes, of course."

He stood up and tugged on the hem of his hoodie, making sure it was still covering him completely, and awkwardly made his way up to the front.

He was panicking that his classmates could notice something was up with the way he was walking, and he forced himself to calm down.

It wasn't like he had a giant ass dildo shoved up his hole, he was walking just fine and he needed to pay attention to the problem on the board and solve it.

He blinked once.

Twice.

He held the piece of chalk up, but he couldn't write with it, because all he could think of was sex.

Finally getting relief.

Revenge fucking Yoongi.

Hot girls, skirts, tits, slim waists, asses, moaning, cocks pounding into holes, into mouths, fucking machines, bondage-