BDS&M Mini Series Pt.3: Continuation of SS&C #Taekook

A/N: Here's the moment where I ask you if you've read the W&D. If not, please do.

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"Enter."

"Yes, sir."

Taehyung's cock twitched at the use of the honorific, even if Jungkook only meant it as a term of respect to address a Master.

Taehyung steepled his fingers under his chin and regarded him for a long moment.

What he was doing was very unorthodox, but he'd seen something in him last night - something special.

Jeon Jungkook handled himself well, he was strong and courageous - traits as essential in a good submissive as obedience and grace.

There was more to this boy than meets the eye.

He deserved more than inept scenes with wannabe doms, he deserved a venue that would meet his needs and more.

Taehyung suspected he would do very well as a Poison Blossoms pleasure sub, but this had to be handled delicately.

Being purposely vague, Taehyung continued, "I'm going to offer you an opportunity extended to a rare few. It's not a job matter and it's not something we will discuss here in the office," he paused, looking Jungkook directly in the eyes, "An invite with all the details will be delivered to your apartment later. The contents are for your eyes only. You're free to refuse the offer. I must ask for your absolute discretion in the matter."

He watched Jeon Jungkook struggle with a response, "I u-understand."

Then, with a mischievous sparkle in those seductive, hazel eyes, he added, "I do know how to be discreet."

Amused by his response, Taehyung flashed a grin, "Indeed."

He then rose to his feet and extended his hand across the desk, "It's been a pleasure talking with you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's skin was soft and cool, his hand in his.

Taehyung resisted a sudden, ridiculous urge to bring the hand to his lips, instead, he said, "Thank you for stopping by, Mr Jeon."

"Call me Jungkook."

"Jungkook," Taehyung repeated, smiling.

Taehyung liked the idea of calling him by his name, "I hope to see more of you soon, Jungkook."

Much, much more.

"Now, go and tell your boss and tell him what needs to be completed today. After that take the rest of the day off."

~~~

When Jungkook entered his apartment building, the uniformed guard, Bogum, looked up from his laptop screen.

"Something came for you, Mr Jeon. It was delivered an hour ago. I didn't want to cram it into your mailbox because it looks fancy. Here."

Reaching beneath the counter, Bogum produced a large noir-coloured envelope, Jungkook's heart instantly began to pound. This must be the invitation Mr Kim had alluded to, the meeting this morning in his office had left him completely confused.

Kim Taehyung dressed in his usual snowy-white shirt with a perfectly knotted tie, titanium cufflinks, and expensive suit. But he kept remembering the night before when he'd been all in black, while he safeworded with the wanna-be dom.

He kept cool, calm and collected as always during their brief meeting, but Jungkook sensed a darker aspect lurking beneath - sexy, edgy and possibly dangerous.

The invitation had to do with last night.

It was personal since he'd informed him they wouldn't be discussing the topic in the office.

A thrilling spark shot through him at the thought of submitting to such an exacting man.

Would Mr Kim be as skilled with a cane as he was with a pen?

Would he get the chance to find out?

Jungkook reached out quickly to take it from Bogum. His name was written on the front in a calligraphic script, using gold ink. The envelope had been sealed with an actual blob of gold-coloured wax. There was no return name or address to identify the sender.

He noticed Bogum was still regarding him with curiosity, perhaps expecting him to open it then and there.

He thanked the security personnel and he waited by the elevator banks, he then broke the seal as the elevator doors opened, there were already several people inside. He resisted the temptation to read the contents immediately, instead slid under his arm and waited until the ride up to his floor ended.

Once inside his apartment, he dropped everything at the door and opened the envelope.

He pulled out a single piece of heavy card stock, at the top were the words Poison Blossoms, printed in shiny, engraved black letters.

Beneath, it reads:

The Poison Blossoms is a private, members-only BDSM club with locations around the world.

Everyone associated is experienced in impact play, bondage and discipline.

Our membership is composed of Doms, pleasure submissives, service submissives and 24/7 staff.

You have been identified as a potential recruit and are hereby invited to audition for membership as a pleasure submissive at the Poison Blossoms.

Pleasure subs serve at the pleasure of all dominant members of the Poison Blossoms, with a focus on BDSM and sexual play. While limits are respected, the use of a safeword is permissible if deemed necessary and are expected to submit at all times with grace and obedience.

To learn more about the audition process, you will first need to review and sign the legally binding non-disclosure agreement located at our secure online site.

You will find the link, as well as your one-time access code and temporary password, below.

If you choose to decline, you may simply ignore this invitation.

This invite will not be extended again.

Jungkook stared at the card, mouth hanging open.

Was this for real?

His brain staggered, trying to process the implications of what he'd just read.

Mr Kim wasn't just into the scene.

Kim Taehyung was 'in' it.

Jungkook read the invitation a second time and then a third.

"A pleasure sub at the Poison Blossoms," he murmured, "That sounds fvckin sexy as hell."

Jungkook had been haunting the Seoul BDSM clubs since his younger days.

How come he'd never heard of this place, not even once?

Getting right to it, he retrieved his laptop from his bedroom and opened it. He did a quick search of Poison Blossoms, but nothing that hinted at BDSM. He widened the search, but still, nothing came up.

That must be some crazy non-disclosure agreement for it to have zero mentions or footprint on the internet.

These people valued their privacy.

There was no question of declining the offer.

Jungkook was wildly curious to see what it all entailed.

Glancing at the invitation, he typed in the information necessary to gain access to the Poison Blossoms page.

He was sent directly to the non-disclosure agreement, he quickly scanned it and then reread it, taking his time.

The agreement had been drawn up by an attorney, beneath the requisite legal jargon, it bound the signatory to complete silence regarding the club's activities and existence, except with other approved members. If you were unwilling to sign off, no need to proceed beyond this point.

Jeon Jungkook wanted to proceed further if just to satisfy his curiosity, he typed his electronic signature. After a few seconds, a new screen popped up, informing him. the agreement had been executed.

At the top of the screen it read:

Thank you for signing the non-disclosure agreement. Whether or not you choose to audition, the terms of the NDA will remain in effect.

The audition is scheduled for 8:30 this evening.

If you are unable to make this appointment, please click here to reschedule.

Ignoring the offered link, Jungkook read on.

Proper submissive attire is expected for the audition, a driver in a black S550 Mercedes will arrive at your building at eight o'clock sharp.

Once you arrive at Poison Blossoms, you will submit to an examination by a panel. The audition will include ascertainment of your submissive grace, personal bearing or conduct, demeanour, behaviour and ability to handle erotic pain.

As you a chosen to be a pleasure submissive, you are expected to submit to any Masters in the organization at any time while you are on the premises and granted full membership privileges at all Poison Blossoms locations worldwide.

Specific expectations and details for the position will be further explained at a future date, should you be deemed a good fit.

There were two boxes at the bottom of the screen, one of the boxes read ACCEPT the other was DECLINE.

Jungkook picked up the invitation, reading it yet again.

It wasn't signed, but the timing was too precise for it to be a coincidence.

Mr Kim had sent him home early, not because of a job well done on the previous home design deal but so he could be there to receive the invitation and prepare accordingly.

Would Mr Kim be the one behind the wheel of the black sedan?

Would he be a part of the panel of judges?

Would he expect him to strip in front of him and be put through submissive paces?

Jungkook hugged himself, chills of excitement radiating through him at the thought.

Did Mr Kim own his sub?

Someone he kept naked and in chains at home while he was at work?

Jungkook's mind reeled with questions and possibilities.

Was he supposed to climb into a car with a total stranger to who knew where?

Then faced with an audition that could involve who knew what?

He knew nothing about the people Kim Taehyung associated with in his time.

Even as this absurd thought tried to insert itself into Jungkook's usually cautious brain, he didn't know Mr Kim outside of work, he considered himself a good judge of character.

He'd had ample opportunity to observe the sexy, accomplished Kim Taehyung, and he firmly believed he was a man of integrity.

All rational considerations aside, he was curious about Poison Blossoms.

If the place was legit, he was being handed the keys to a BDSM paradise and possibly a chance to do a scene with Kim Taehyung!

The prospect was deeply intriguing as everyone associated with the Poison Blossoms is experienced.

Despite all the potential risks, it was too great an opportunity to let slip away.

Jungkook's fingers poised over the keyboard and clicked ACCEPT.

~~~

The Poison Blossoms was housed in a private modern Hanok inspired building nestled in a privileged area in Seoul.

There was no outward indication that it was anything other than a private residence.

Taehyung sat alone in the observation room, which was separated from the audition chamber by a mirrored wall.

As the Headmaster who had extended the invitation, Taehyung could have sat on the judges' panel, but he'd declined.

Kim Taehyung preferred to watch surreptitiously from the sidelines, not only for himself but to prevent adding extra stress for Jungkook by making him audition in front of one of his work colleague.

The fact that they worked in the same office complicated things, but Taehyung's commitment to the Poison Blossoms was as important as his career.

Taehyung owed it both to the club and to the submissive he'd observed at the public club scene to provide a chance.

Steady andragogy, a well-trained, committed pleasure subs was vital to the membership.

And someone like Jungkook needed Doms who could give him the BDSM experience he both longed for and deserved.

If Taehyung were a betting man, he would have wagered he wouldn't accept the invitation, but he kept obsessively checking the Poison Blossoms website once he'd been informed the invitation had been delivered to Jungkook's home address.

He'd been delighted when he'd finally hit the ACCEPT button.

Jeon Jungkook might not pass the audition, but at least he was going to give it a shot.

And that pleased him more than Taehyung might admit.

His phone notification rang, indicating a text from the club driver, Taehyung clicked on the screen, he had texted that Jungkook had just climbed into the backseat.

A half an hour later he opens a laptop that was connected to several monitors, each of which afforded a different view, with both audio and visual feeds were available. Moving between screens, he could see the entrance foyer, the main dungeon on the first underground floor, the private dungeons on the second underground floor, and there's also a camera discreetly placed in the auction room.

A few minutes later, the Mercedes pulled into the six-car garage and turned off the engine.

Taehyung sent a text to Seokjin.

"The recruit has arrived."

Rising from the desk, Taehyung moved toward one of the chairs that faced the two-way mirror chamber and settled himself comfortably, eagerly anticipating Jungkook's audition.

~~~

Jeon Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief as the car slid smoothly into a garage beneath an imposing wooden entrance gate.

Along with his initial nervousness was a deep, thrilling sense of excitement and expectation of an adventure.

It made Jungkook realize he'd been coasting in terms of his journey of BDSM lately, as he was engaging in the same old scenes with the same average players at old clubs.

It was hard to believe a year had already passed since he'd broken things off with Lee Taemin.

Dear, sweet and sincere Lee Taemin.

Even after all this time, even though it was the right decision, Jungkook still felt a pang of guilty remorse when he recalls the way he'd crumpled in on himself when he'd handed back the engagement ring, both of them crying by then. They'd been together since the start of their college days.

After graduation, Taemin focused on his dream job with less profit than what Jungkook was making. He'd admired his indifference to money and desire to save the world. Jungkook told himself over and over how lucky he was to have him.

But his ex was handsome, kind, smart, and… painfully vanilla - A textbook 'normie.'

Jungkook understood then that you can't make someone into something they weren't.

You were either hardwired with an interest and a need for BDSM, or you weren't.

That doesn't mean you couldn't play around with fluffy cuffs and pretend spankings, but in the end, that's all it ever could be - a normal kinky play.

Their failed experimentation had convinced Jungkook he had to have more, he needed a Dom who instinctively understood his needs for erotic domination and control.

A Dom who would take what he wanted, without asking Jungkook if he was "doing it right."

It wasn't fair to Taemin or himself to enter into a marriage in which he could never totally be himself.

Once he'd gotten over the guilt, Jungkook's been super excited at his newly single status. He was determined to sample a whole smorgasbord of Doms at the public clubs and underground BDSM clubs Seoul has to offer.

Unfortunately, real-life had gotten in the way of much more than a weekend scene or two.

With Jungkook's demanding job, he barely had a chance to breathe, much less the time to find a meaningful relationship with a 'true' Dom.

He'd put the possibility of a true D/s relationship on hold, telling himself he'd get serious about finding someone once he was more firmly established in his career.

But he still craved the release BDSM gave him, it was the perfect stress relief valve after a gruelling workweek. It was the only time he was able to empty his chaotic mind and truly let go.

Intense erotic pain gave Jungkook a powerful high without the narcotics.

Part of the thrill of the underground club scene was the potential for a new adventure. And this invitation to the Poison Blossoms might just turn out to be the adventure of a lifetime.

The fact that the enigmatic and handsome Mr Kim had been the one to extend it was the icing on the cake.

At the same time, Jungkook was quietly terrified of whatever challenges surely awaited him.

It would be strange and unsettling to be put through Jungkook paces by Mr Kim Taehyung.

No.

Not Mr Kim, sole owner of Kim Design Firm.

He needed to stop thinking of him as his boss' boss if and when he became a Poison Blossoms member.

It was too unsettling to have his two distinct, separate worlds blur into one another.

Not to mention, bad self-preservation policy.

In Jungkook's experience, when there was an affair at an office, it was usually the lesser person who got the short end of the stick when things imploded, which they invariably always does.

Jungkook would think of him as Taehyung, at least for tonight.

Master Taehyung.

It had a nice ring to it and he silently mouthed the words as he waited for the next instruction.

A moment later, the car door opened and the driver dipped his head, his expression impassive, "Leave your coat and purse in the car then follow me."

Heart in Jungkook's throat as he climbed out of the car.

They walked past several other cars to a door that presumably led into the club.

As they reached the door, it swung inward, as if someone was already waiting on the other side.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as she prepared to look up into the handsome face of Master Taehyung but instead, they were met by a stately man in a black evening suit. The unknown man's silvery-blond hair was kept short and stylish, sparkly earrings dangling from his lobes. And his dark eyes were quietly observing but with a twinkle of mischief, over a prominently high nose and a plump, generous mouth.

"Thank you," he said, smiling at the driver, "I'll take Jungkook from here."

As the driver took his leave, the man extended his hand to Jungkook, who took it uncertainly.

"Hello, Jungkook. I'm so glad you could come this evening. My name is Master Seokjin. I'm one of the head Doms here at the Poison Blossoms. I will be a part of the panel overseeing your audition this evening. Please follow me."

Jungkook turned and began to walk away leaving no other room but to follow behind him, as they passed through a large, black and gold marble-floor foyer then to a passageway with big imposing doors at the end.

Jungkook glanced around the space they entered, the back wall was entirely mirrored, the room brightly lit.

Three armchairs faced a wide purple yoga mat on the floor in front of them, beside the mat was a suspension rig, with chains with cuffs hanging from the top bar. To the side were cabinets that housed various whips, floggers, canes and paddles where hung.

Adrenaline shot through Jungkook's system as he took it all in.

His nipples stiffened with anticipation, a hard jolt of arousal started to harden his cock.

This wasn't some elaborate role-play where he was expected to perform along with the others as part of a BDSM game.

This place was the real thing.

There was no going back now.

Jeon Jungkook stood waiting as he unzipped and stepped out of his pleather skirt, the corset came only to his hips, the attached black satin garters holding up his stockings.

Stripped of his thong panties, Jungkook resisted the impulse to cover his cock with his hand, aware that sort of modesty was not appropriate for a submissive.

The submissive in Jungkook reacted to the purposeful objectification of Master Seokjin's appraising gaze, causing Jungkook nipples to tighten and his pulse quickened.

Master Seokjin finally said, "Remove everything but leave the corset on, place them beside the mat. You will kneel, ass on your heels. Knees spread wide, hands resting on your thighs palms up, eyes on the floor. You will wait here until we are ready for you. You're expected to not move out of position until directed. You will not speak unless spoken to and a response is required. Is that understood?"

He looked very pretty in the satin corset, it stopped just above Jungkook's small waist and it nicely displayed his firm, rounded ass, which rested on his heels.

Jungkook's head was slightly bowed, as befitting of a sub who waited on their knees.

"Yes, Master," Jungkook replied, heart racing.

The directives issued had put Jungkook in a submissive frame of mind, no question.

And when it came to the BDSM scene, he had always thought of himself as fearless but whatever was happening was on a whole new level.

He could only pray he dared to go through with this.

And where was Master Taehyung?

Master Seokjin watched as Jungkook followed through with the order and then lowered himself to the mat.

While Jungkook had never been formally trained as a submissive, he'd read enough novels and watched enough videos online over the years. Learning the basics of the various standard sub positions and etiquette.

Even so, he wasn't entirely sure he was doing it correctly.

"Back straighter," Master Seokjin snapped, "Spread those knees wider so we have a proper view of your cock."

Jungkook obeyed, keeping his eyes downcast as heat spread through his cheeks, he wasn't used to having anyone direct him like this. He needed to get a better handle on this blushing business.

Jeon Jungkook was a seasoned player, after all.

But maybe that was at the crux of it, he had always been just a semi-player, used to doing the same scenes with other players whom he forgot almost the instant it was over.

Master Taehyung and Master Seokjin weren't 'would-be' Doms like those he encountered at the public clubs.

They were the real thing.

And he was being allowed to enter their esoteric and thrilling world.

Jungkook spread his knees wider, back straight, chest thrust proudly forward.

"Better. The audition will begin shortly."

The room was silent, he remained still for several long moments, eyes closed as he consciously slowed his breathing and thumping heart rate, emptying his erratic mind.

But, as the minutes ticked by, nothing happened, he opened his eyes and kept them on the floor as two more people entered the room.

In Jungkook peripheral vision, he could see Master Seokjin's black oxfords, the hem of his crisp pant leg swaying as he walked.

"The audition begins now. We will put you through a series of tests. If, at any stage, we find you lacking. Or if you wish to call a halt to the proceedings, the audition will end and you will be driven back home. If you pass the audition and wish to continue, we will move forward. Regardless of your decision, you will be bound to the terms of the non-disclosure agreement, which you have signed."

As the man hadn't asked a direct question that required a response, Jungkook said nothing.

"Lift your head and face us," the deep voice continued.

Jungkook did so, barely able to breathe from excitement and nerves.

He looked from one face to the other, Jungkook's brain not quite computing, the man who just spoke was older, maybe thirty-five or so, with blond hair and an imposing intellectual aura. The other guy was younger, maybe mid-twenties, with light brown hair, cat eyes and a hard mouth.

"I am Master Namjoon," the older man continued, "You have already met Master Seokjin. The man to his left is Master Yoongi."

Jungkook tried to swallow his dismay when he realized that Taehyung isn't part of the panel.

Where the hell was Kim Taehyung?

"First, we'd like to ask you some questions," Namjoon said, "You will look up at us when you answer then lower your gaze when you are done."

"You will answer promptly and honestly," Yoongi continued, "There is no right or wrong answer." he paused for a moment, "How old were you when you first realized you were submissive? Was there a specific event to trigger those feelings?"

Jungkook started to speak, he replied, "I was nine, Sir. The kids were playing a game of tag, a boy was chasing me and I was caught. He pushed down then straddled my waist and told me I was now his and that he could do anything he wanted to do to me. I just stared up at him, unable to say a word, but I felt like I was in heaven."

Seokjin laughed, "How delicious," he said, curiosity lacing his tone, "What happened next?"

Jungkook shrugged, "He got off me after a minute and ran away to chase a girl. I was left lying there, wishing with all my tiny heart he would come back and claim me again."

"Was your feeling sexual in nature?" Namjoon interjected.

"I don't think so, Sir. I was too young to process whatever it was. But that's when I knew something inside me opened. I had to find it again, to try to recapture the same feeling."

"A natural," Namjoon murmured to himself, "A born submissive."

"When did you have your first orgasm?" Yoongi asked next.

"Um.. well," Jungkook paused, trying to recall his memory, "I was about ten, I guess. I was lying in bed one night and I felt this weird pulsing between my legs. I started rubbing at my cock that tented my pants and it felt good and…" he trailed off.

"What did you fantasize about while you were masturbating?" Seokjin queried, eyes twinkling.

"Oh," Jungkook replied with a nervous laugh, "My fantasies have always centred around a strong figure taking full control and leaving me with no choice but to submit."

Taehyung, who was observing behind the two-way mirror, felt delighted and his cock hardened at Jungkook's candid words. He needed to be careful, he was too attracted to this one, he thought, but personal attraction led to personal connections, that could be messy.

If Taehyung did mentor the boy, he would need to be very careful to keep his distance, at least an emotional distance.

The judges asked several more fairly standard questions designed to get at Jungkook's underlying submissive nature, level of experience in the scene, perceived tolerance for erotic pain and what Jungkook's negative triggers were if any.

Jungkook told them he had no experience with needles, knives and fire, while he admitted he was nervous at the prospect of that sort of edge play, he's open to trying it.

Taehyung filed away this knowledge for possible use at a future date.

In his experience, a sub's deepest desires were often hidden inside their greatest fears.

You could take a submissive much further than they thought they could go, given the right training, patience and most of all - Trust.

Next, Seokjin said, "Let's review a few basic sub positions so we can assess your conduct, grace and bearing. You're in what we call 'present' position. If you are inducted, any Master tells you to present, you will assume this position. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master," Jungkook said softly.

"The second position," Seokjin continued, "is called 'submit.' You will kneel forward, face down, arms stretched out on the ground in front of you, ass high in the air, knees spread wide. Go on, assume the position."

Jungkook did, adjusting his body as directed by Seokjin until the Master was satisfied. He was trembling slightly, though whether it was from exertion, excitement or nerves, Taehyung couldn't know for sure. He could still see the mark on Jungkook's hip from that bungled scene at the public club.

Hopefully, it would be the last time she was forced to scene with inexperienced wanna-be doms.

At the Poison Blossoms, whatever marks Jungkook received would be intentional, delivered by trained Doms who consistently practised consensual-risk-aware-scenes.

With Jungkook's ass raised high and legs spread wide, Taehyung leaned closer, his nose nearly touching the two-way mirror, he had an excellent view of Jungkook's pretty cock and balls, he was hairless.

Even from his vantage point, Taehyung could see the pre-cum starting to leak, despite Jungkook's nerves, the boy was turned on - an excellent sign.

Yoongi rose to his feet and walked behind Jungkook, partially obscuring Taehyung's view, bending down, he placed his hand over Jungkook's spread ass.

Knowing Yoongi, he had tested him by rimming and inserted a finger or two inside him.

Jungkook grunted softly as the tremble increased, though he held his position, after a while, he withdrew his hand and returned to his seat, he held his fingers to his nose and closed his eyes as he inhaled.

Based on his limited interaction with Jungkook so far, he knew he kept himself clean at all times and guessed he was blushing.

Taehyung wished he could see Jungkook's face.

Ignoring Yoongi, Seokjin directed, "Next you will assume the position we call 'kneeling.' Keep your legs spread wide and assume a plank pose, then remain on your knees. It can be challenging to hold for an extended period."

Being forced to hold that position for more than a minute was an excellent punishment for naughty subs.

The panel spent the next half hour taking Jungkook through the rest of the twelve basic sub positions used.

Jungkook did well with them all, even the wheel. It was the most difficult position to assume and maintain, the truest test of strength and endurance that requires a sub to assume a backbend, feet slightly apart, hands firm on the ground.

The fact he did them all while constrained in that tight corset made it all the more impressive.

Finally, Jungkook was instructed to stand before them in a wait up position, legs slightly apart, wrists crossed above the head. He did as he was told, as he stood naked before them, Taehyung admired Jungkook's long, slender curves from behind, and his erect posture.

Jungkook had to be fatigued from the impromptu workout, but he stood still, bearing calm.

Not every applicant made it this far but the real test was yet to come.

"You're doing reasonably well to this point," Namjoon intoned, which for the taciturn man was high praise indeed, "This is essential if you are to join our club. We'll now test your ability to handle erotic pain with grace and fortitude."

Yoongi starts, "We will use various impact toys, at our discretion. You may cry out if necessary but we will decide when you've had enough. The club's basic safeword phrase is 'Red Blooms.' If unable to speak, you may open and close your right hand, a universal distress sign. You may use the safeword if necessary. Of course, all action ceases at that moment," he waited before concluding, "You always have the option of using the safeword, but I would caution you to use it only as a last resort. If we determine you stopped the scene without cause, it will heavily affect our decision. We are experienced enough to take you to the edge without pushing you to that last resort. Do you understand what's expected of you?"

"Yes, Sir," Jungkook replied in a whispered breath, some of his poise slipping.

Namjoon rose to his feet, "Stand directly beneath the suspension rack and face the mirror. Lift your arms so we may secure your wrists."

Taehyung's erect cock twitched again, he can feel his balls tightening with lust and anticipation.

Jungkook stood tall, wrists crossed over his head, chest out position showing off his rosy pink nipples that pointed upward. His stomach was tight and flat, his cock bobbed with anticipation. His creamy skin looked soft and his fingers itched to feel along his flanks and cup that sweet ass.

Putting their professional relationship aside, Taehyung desperately wanted Jungkook to succeed.

Taehyung wanted to taste the fruits of Jungkook's submission.

Even if Taehyung did end up mentoring Jungkook, it was a duty with no strings, no expectations, no commitments.

And really, this was the best possible way for him to do a scene with him, keeping everything at arm's length.

In a word, perfect for a man like him.

While Yoongi stood and went to the toy rack to select his implement, Namjoon moved towards Jungkook. Reaching up, he pulled one of Jungkook arms taut and closed a cuff around his wrist. He then secured the second wrist and adjusted the chains until Jungkook was forced onto the balls of his feet, heels off the ground.

Jungkook stood now in profile to him, and Taehyung could see the trepidation in his expression, but also the anticipation.

Though he approached it from the opposite side of the spectrum, Taehyung understood the submissive's need for erotic pain, despite how intense or difficult it might be.

It wasn't just a turn-on for those hardwired as Jungkook was.

It was a requirement.

Yoongi, the most sadistic of the three judges, returned with a cane, his approach was to cut directly to the chase.

For purposes of the interview, his method was the most effective at weeding out the applicants who didn't have what it took to become a Poison Blossoms submissive.

The ability to withstand intense erotic pain was essential, as important as a sub's fortitude, grace and obedience.

"We begin," Namjoon said from behind Jungkook.

Yoongi started with light, snapping flicks of the tip of the cane over Jungkook's ass.

He winced a little at first, but soon adapted to the steady, flicking rhythm then, he pulled back his arm and snapped his wrist, causing the cane to land with a whistling thwack against both ass cheeks at once.

Jungkook gave a startled, anguished cry.

Taehyung leaned closer, his fingertips tingling with the need to stroke away Jungkook pain.

While Yoongi was skilled in his delivery, he lacked finesse.

Taehyung's palms itched with the desire to wield the cane himself, he should be the one to take Jungkook through his paces.

Yoongi struck again, this time across the backs of Jungkook's thighs, he drew in a sharp breath and managed not to cry out this time.

With each stinging stroke of the rattan cane, Jungkook jerked forward, tears in his eyes, face twisted with pain, his hands clenched into fists above the cuffs.

Breathe, Taehyung wanted to remind Jungkook, flow with the pain.

Yoongi was giving Jungkook too much, too fast.

Jungkook had to find a way to deal with it, or all the judges can end the audition just like that. If he couldn't handle an intense caning, he wouldn't last a week at Poison Blossoms.

Jungkook was whimpering now, tears rolling down his red cheeks as Yoongi continued, stroke after relentless stroke. Seeing him dancing on his toes now, twisting to get away from the cane.

Taehyung realized he, too, was clenching his fists in sympathy, he could feel Jungkook rising in panic.

"Be still," Yoongi snapped, while simultaneously striking Jungkook with a whistling crack.

Jungkook wailed.

Would he be forced to use the safeword?

Without intending to, Taehyung leapt up from his chair

Don't give up, Taehyungsilently urged him.

Breathe.

Take it into yourself, let it take you where you need to go.

Jungkook's mouth was twisting now as if trying to form a word—two words—Red Blooms?

"No," Taehyung Breathed aloud, "Don't give up, damn it. You can do this."

Jungkook's eyes widened as Taehyung met his gaze, mouth falling open.

Namjoon and Yoongi, not aware of what had happened, the latter due to his concentration on the caning, continued to whip Jungkook without mercy.

Pressing a switch the two-way mirror changed and Taehyung gazed into Jungkook's surprised eyes, silently willing him to calm himself, he stopped dancing on his toes. Though the caning continued unabated, Jungkook's fingers uncurled, his hunched shoulders easing a little.

"Yes," Taehyungwhispered, keeping his eyes on him.

"Do it," Taehyung mouthed at Jungkook, "For me."

Something changed at that moment.

Jungkook's panic, barely kept at bay ebbed away, his face smoothed, eyes fluttering closed as his chin lifted, he looked euphoric. He no longer jerked or flinched when the cane made contact, he was somewhere else now - in a sacred place where subs sometimes went, into which no Dom could truly follow.

Taehyung stared, rapt.

Jeon Jungkook was so beautiful.

He was… perfect.

He was probably overwhelmed and seeing a familiar face had calmed him.

Taehyung, on the other hand, had no excuse for the powerful visceral response Jungkook's audition had pulled from him.

The realization was gratifying, if disconcerting. He needs to watch his step, or he'll stumble and fall.

"Separate worlds," Taehyungreminded himself in a whisper.

After it all, Yoongi gave the cane to Seokjin who cleaned it with a cotton handkerchief, "The audition's done. Hobi will take you to an aftercare room to care for those welts," he informed Jungkook. To Hobi, he said, "This is Jungkook. See to his welts and bring him back here in fifteen minutes."

"Yes, Master," Hobi said, approaching Jungkook and holding out a hand.

~~~

The four of them discussed the specifics of Jungkook's audition and what the focus on his initial training should be.

They unanimously agreed to make Jungkook an offer.

"I think, with proper training, he would make an excellent addition to the Poison Blossoms. And you, Taehyung, will be an excellent mentor for this young man."

Taehyung didn't respond, he pondered the possibility, weighing the pros and cons until there was another knock at the door.

Seokjin called out, "Enter."

The door opened, Taehyung caught a glimpse of Hobi as he nudged Jungkook forward. He came into the room, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, his doe eyes wide, hair was a wild tumble of auburn clusters that strayed over his ears, covering half of his nape. He was wearing no makeup, it suited Jungkook very well, he was a natural beauty.

Jungkook's mouth fell open slightly as he saw Taehyung sitting there, their eyes met and his cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

Upon seeing Jungkook enter, Namjoon commanded, "Present on your knees."

Jungkook slowly lowered himself to the mat, placing his palms up on his spread thighs. Arching his back, he gave them all a lovely view of Jungkook cock, all the while keeping his eyes properly downcast.

Taehyung's cock nudged in appreciation, he had to cross his legs to hide his rising erection.

"Jeon Jungkook," Namjoon intoned dominatingly, "The judges have conferred, we wish to extend an invitation to join the Poison Blossoms as a pleasure submissive."

Seokjin continued, "One of the prerequisites of membership is a complete physical exam conducted by our club physician. He will be available this Sunday morning at ten o'clock. The exam will include a urine test and blood test to assure the absence of any STD or other illness that might affect your ability to serve."

Yoongi added, "Assuming you pass the physical exam, you will undergo initial training with an assigned mentor, to bring you up to the level required to allow you to serve as a Poison Blossoms sub. As a part of your training, you will receive additional training as deemed necessary by your mentor."

Namjoon concluded the ending ceremony, "As a pleasure submissive, you'll be expected to serve the Masters of the club a minimum of ten hours per month - be it here in Seoul or at one of our other locations around the world. Your service will include intensive impact play, bondage and providing the Doms with sexual pleasure - everything short of sexual intercourse. That's not to say you can't engage in sexual intercourse with a member of the club, but it's 'not' a requirement of being a pleasure sub. And we discourage full-on intercourse in the main dungeon," he then flashed a brief dimpled smile, "There are private areas for that."

Without his permission or consent, Taehyung's libido instantly kicked into high gear.

He could easily imagine strapping the lovely naked Jungkook into the sex sling and pulling him forward until he was impaled on his cock.

That way, Taehyung could stare into Jungkook's eyes as he claimed him.

The fantasy of taking Jungkook to one of the private playrooms for a little intensive one-on-one erotic plays was a powerful one.

Whoa.

Stop.

Bad idea.

Taehyung popped the fantasy, forcing his attention back to the moment.

"Based on what I have described so far, are you interested in continuing?" Seokjin asked.

Jungkook lifted his head at this direct question, "Yes, Master. Thank you.."

He beamed around at them, Jungkook's face a study of wonderment and awe that was heartbreaking in its innocence.

It reminded him yet again just how young he was, even if they didn't have the work conflict, the age gap between them was significant.

"Welcome to the Poison Blossoms," Taehyung said, smiling down at him.

Taehyung held out a hand, he took it, allowing him to hoist him upright. To Jungkook It was surreal to be standing there naked with Kim Taehyung.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you, Sir."

Master Seokjin appeared beside them, he held out a cell phone in his hand, "I already scheduled you in for Sunday morning with Master Namjoon, our physician," Pointing at the other, "The exam will be conducted here on the premises."

"Yes. That works for me, Master."

Master Seokjin added, "Be advised, Jungkook. As with everything at the Poison Blossoms, the exam will be about more than just your physical health. Master Namjoon is a physician, but first and foremost, he's a Dom. Think of the exam as an extension of your audition. Be prepared to submit, not only to the exam but to whatever else might be required of you."

Jungkook's stomach swooped pleasantly as he took in this information. Images of sexy, villainous doctors with sharp objects loomed comfortably in his mind. He was determined to see this through and find out what came next, he thought excitedly, sparing Master Namjoon a look.

"Yes, Master," he said aloud.

Master Seokjin produced a business card from his suit's inner pocket and handed it to Jungkook, "Here's our driver's contact information. Just inform him when you need him for club business, he'll take you wherever you need to go. I'll let him know you'll be needing a ride Sunday morning."

"Thank you, Master," Jungkook replied.

Then all four Doms left the room, a moment later, Hobi reappeared. He took one look at Jungkook's face and held out his arms, "You did it! Congratulations, Jungkook. I'm so happy for you."

After cleaning up and re-dressing, Hobi gave Jungkook one last hug at the garage by the car's passenger door, "See you Sunday. Master Namjoon is awesome. He's known for giving a lovely sadistic twist to his exams, so be prepared."