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Yoongi hadn’t ever thought he’d see himself do a scene with Matthew Kim, but here he was. After his scene with V, he’d been exploring pain more and more with the women of the studio- hey, he wanted to be comfortable! But lately, Jessi and CL weren’t doing it for him. They were submissive. They couldn’t dominate a room. And it showed in the way they degraded him and attempted to cause pain. It usually looked good on camera, but it always felt lackluster.
He needed to do another pain scene with a Dom. And this time, he wanted to see just exactly how Matthew might break him. The man had promised he would at their poker game after all. Yoongi was coming to terms with the fact that he was pansexual. He liked anything that got him off. That probably wasn’t the official definition, but that was his.
Approaching Matthew was going to be humiliating, however. He needed advice from someone who was regularly bitched out. That was Park Jimin. “Hey, Kitty Killer.” They were wrapping up a scene with Jimin and RM, and RM looked exhausted. Jimin wasn’t lying about his stroke game, and anyone who went against it was left defeated by his prowess.
“Sup, Suga?” Jimin didn’t even sound out of breath, nothing like after his scenes with Taehyung.
“I need advice. Wrap up your aftercare with RM. He looks like he’s going to cry. And then come find me.”
“I am not about to cry!” RM protested weakly, throwing his arm over his head as he shuffled on the couch he was bent over.
When Jimin found him, Yoongi was in his office editing their video without a care in the world. “Hey, mini boss.”
“We’re the same height…”
“What did you need?”
“Well, I want to do a scene with someone. But I’m nervous about how they might react.”
“I see we’re using they pronouns. Is it me?” Jimin wore a shit-eating grin now.
“No, you little shit. It’s-,” Yoongi sighed, “It’s Matt. I really want a real pain scene. And V is away doing collabs in Canada right now. So…”
“Aww, Jessi not hitting you hard enough, hyung?”
“C’mon, bro! What do I say?!”
“Just be really rude and bratty about it. Matt loves breaking disrespectful little shits, so if you approach him from the side, he’s going to snap.”
Yoongi side-eyed him, muttering to himself. “Alright. The three of us are getting lunch at two, so be ready.”
“Why am I involved?” Yoongi ignored him, putting his headphones on to begin editing again.
Lunch was lowkey. The three of them got along well, with their (mostly) dominant personalities. Matt was a true Dom though. He would never submit to anyone in the company for cash or otherwise. Everyone accepted that.
“Yoongi, why did you invite us to lunch today? Not that I don’t appreciate the invite, it’s just… we never really have lunch together.”
Yoongi glanced at Jimin, who sent him a thumbs-up. “I can’t want to have lunch with my favorite coworkers?” Jimin scoffed.
“Yoongi, last week you threatened to key my car because I drank your coffee by accident.” Matthew laughed.
“That wasn’t an accident, you asshole. I know you did that intentionally.” Yoongi’s eye twitched in annoyance, remembering his lost coffee. “I can invite you to lunch whenever I please; it’s not like you have a life.” Yoongi leaned back in his chair and sighed disappointedly.
“Yoongi,” Matthew said his name sternly, brows furrowed.
“Anyways, that was nice. This restaurant has such a nice view. You’ll catch the bill, won’t you?” Yoongi and Jimin stood in unison and swiftly left the restaurant, leaving Matt sitting there in shock.
Yoongi had told J.Seph his plan, and the other man was totally on board with a scene with Yoongi and Matt. Yoongi continued to poke Matt for the next week, waiting for him to snap. “If you keep antagonizing me, I’m going to beat your ass!”
“Is that a threat? All I did was clean up this old coffee…” Yoongi had, in fact, poured a cup of coffee he had just seen Matt get down the drain.
“It’s a promise, you little twink!”
“Prove it.” Yoongi made direct eye contact with Matt.
“Get your camera and meet me in the red room. I can prove it.” Matt’s eyes glistened with challenge.
Setting up the camera while he watched Matt lay an arrangement of tools out made Yoongi slightly nervous and regretful of how he had behaved the past week. But this would all be worth it. He needed release, damn it.
“I’ve seen your other scenes with Jessi and CL. I’ve seen your scene with V. I know you’re a weak little bitch, but I want to know how far I can take it.”
“Nothing hits my asshole, or my balls. My safeword is red. You’re not going to break me.” Yoongi sneered at the other man, who giggled. It wasn’t a fun sound. Yoongi shuddered and finished setting up before setting the camera to roll.
“C’mere.” He hesitated, nerves balling in his stomach. “Come the fuck here!” He flushed and walked to stand in front of Matt. “Everything off. I don’t want a show.”
He unbuttoned his jeans as quickly as possible, watching as Matt kept a steadfast gaze on the clock in the room. He shrugged off his shirt and then pushed down his boxers.
“That was thirty seconds. Cane or paddle?”
“Uh, cane?”
“Yikes. Bad choice. Go bend over the bench. I’m gonna have you bawling, boy.”
From the first swing of the cane, Yoongi could tell he’d made a very bad choice. It was stingy, and not in a fun way like the flogger. It cut into the flesh of his ass harshly, and he had to steel himself to remain strong.
“I think we can start with thirty, with the cane. For the thirty seconds you made me wait watching you undress. Is that fair?” The cane sizzled through the air and landed on his ass a fifth time, making him clench and grab tightly to the straps of the bench.
“Yeah, sure!”
“What the fuck type of answer was that? Nah, maybe forty is better. Tell me Yes, Sir, forty is amazing to start.”
“Y-Yes, Sir, forty is amazing to start.” Yoongi breathed out in a shuddery voice.
“Good, let’s get started then.” Wait, he hadn’t started yet?!
The “first,” swipe of the cane was harsher than all seven that had landed before, and Yoongi found himself wailing. The next four came in quick succession, and Yoongi jumped out of position, tears streaming down his face. “Please! I-”
“Get back in position. Are you safewording?” Matt tapped the cane on the floor menacingly as he waited for an answer.
“No…” Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to get back over the bench, glancing between it and Matt in anticipation. Matt sighed and came to Yoongi, dragging him bodily back to the bench and bending him over it.
“Count. You have thirty-five left. Miss one, I will give it to you again.”
“One!”
“You missed.” How had he missed?! Yoongi searched his brain, trying to figure out what he had missed, but he was too slow as the cane was landing on him again.
“O-one?”
“Ah, can’t give it to you. I’ll give you a hint. What’s my title in here?”
And the cane was coming down again, a third time, for the first time. “One, Sir!”
It continued. Yoongi felt his resolve breaking into pieces, but finally they were at, “T-thirty-five, Sir.” His voice was but a whimper as he lay his head against the bench.
“You have two choices now. You can get fucked, on your raw, caned ass. With a cock cage. Or you can get twenty with the cane on your hand. And then I fuck you with no cock cage.”
“Please, I-. Please don’t hit too hard?” Yoongi wanted to cum thank you very much.
“You’ll be fine, Suga. No need to worry.” Matthew’s voice wasn’t very convincing, but Yoongi tried to comfort himself that it was only twenty. “No need to count. Ten on each hand. And then you can cum.” His voice was expectant.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Hold out your hands.”
It was worse. It was worse than the caning on his ass! Yoongi steeled his abdomen against the bench as he forced himself not to snatch his hands back. He was sobbing now. He couldn’t see anything in front of him, as tears poured out of his eyes in rivulets.
“Didn’t I say I’d have you bawling?” Matt accented his words with two hits of the cane. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you.” Yoongi was floaty. He was in so much pain, but he was honestly grateful to Matt for bringing him to that point. It was a headspace he had only ever encountered once before. And he knew he was addicted. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I’m gonna go get you some water, stay right there.”
Yoongi didn’t know how long he floated, but by the time he came to, he was no longer over the bench. He was curled into a ball on the couch in the red room, with Matt sitting beside him.
“Did you turn the camera off?”
“You think I’m an idiot, Yoongi? Yes, I did. Drink some water. How was it?”
“It was great… thanks.”
“You can just ask next time. You don’t have to make me so angry.”
“Advice from Jimin.”
“That’ll do it.”