BDS&M Mini Series Pt.4: Continuation of SS&C #TaeKook

Hobi's words came back to him, "He gives a lovely sadistic twist to his exams, so be prepared."

Jungkook shivered, pulling the sheets closer around him, his gut churned with anxiety as he envisioned various scenarios involving speculums and enemas.

He'd never been much into medical play, but a real Dom could infuse any situation with erotic intensity.

Even his brief introduction had been enough to see the Doms at the Poison Blossoms being of a different calibre and intensity than he was used to.

Hopefully, he'd be able to handle whatever was thrown at him without making a total fool of himself.

It was now well past midnight, he was physically exhausted, but his mind continued to replay the evening's events, Master Taehyung was looming large in his thoughts. He eventually closed his eyes, though there was no way he would ever be able to sleep.

When he opened them again, the late morning sun was streaming in through his bedroom window.

He went into the office for a while, mainly to distract himself. Just because Mr Kim had given his Friday off didn't mean his work had somehow completed itself and if anything, there was more crap piled into his email inbox.

Even though it's a weekend there were several other associates and colleagues in the office, all trying to catch up on their heavy workloads.

As time passed, his thoughts kept drifting back to the Poison Blossoms, but after a while, he would shake his head and recenter himself. His work took over again, his focus required for the intricacies of the new design proposal for a baby's room.

Somehow, he got through the day. He briefly toyed with the idea of going to one of the local clubs, but it would be better to get a good night's rest.

Jungkook woke early Sunday morning, too excited, he opened the window in his tiny living room, letting in the fresh air.

Dressed in jogger pants and a loose tee, he pulled his hair back into a tiny man bun and put on his running shoes. He slipped his keys and cell phone case, which also contained his wallet, into a small runner's pack around and left the apartment. He would take a run and treat himself to some breakfast at his favourite brunch cafe by the Han river.

Once outside, he jogged to a nearby park and ran until he was pleasantly fatigued. He made his way to his favourite cafe. Though it was early, there were already plenty of people, the place smelled of fresh bread and strong coffee.

He thought about getting some breakfast, but found his belly too full of butterflies. Instead, he just ordered a large coffee, light and sweet, along with a glass of ice water. After gulping the water, he sipped his coffee while standing up at one of the tall tables set along with the window, after admiring the river he went home to clean up.

~~~

When the club driver pulled up to the curb, Jungkook climbed into the back seat. He exchanged pleasantries with him.

The drive was quicker on a Sunday morning, the traffic light, within fifteen minutes, they pulled into the garage, "Good luck," he said as he climbed out of the car, "You're to go right inside. Someone will be waiting to take you to your appointment."

"Okay. Thanks," Jungkook managed, his mouth suddenly going dry.

Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door that led into the house, it pulled open. To his delight, Hobi stood, a big smile on his face. He was still mostly naked, only he now wore a frilly black apron and a little cap on his head.

Pointing to his apron, "It's cleaning day," he said with a grin, then continued, "Master Namjoon will be here shortly. He loves to play the evil corrupting of the innocent maids. He comes every Sunday morning for a little romp with the serving sub," he chuckles, "He's a darling. I love scening with him."

After that Hobi led him to a small, narrow room off the kitchen, "You can leave your civvies (civilian clothes) and your stuff in one of the lockers. It'll be perfectly safe there."

Hobi followed him into the small space, watching as Jungkook removed his clothing, "It's good you're comfortable with full nudity. Some newbies have a little trouble with it, at least at first.."

Jungkook shrugged, "I've never been particularly shy about my body. I've scened enough in my life that it's no big deal for me."

"Not to mention, you have a killer bod," Hobi said with an approving smile, "Your tiny waist and asscheeks are to die for. I wish mine were all like yours are," he cupped his own with his hands, pushing them upward, prompting them both to laugh.

After a few minutes, Jungkook puts away his clothes neatly and follows Hobi out of the room to what turned out to be a small elevator. Hobi tapped a few numbers into a keypad set into the wall by the door, it slid silently open.

"Wow," Jungkook said, impressed, "Fancy."

"It is pretty sweet," Hobi agreed as they stepped into the elegantly wood-panelled compartment.

"Where are we going?"

"U-3, the third underground floor. That's where the medical exam playroom is."

When the door silently slid open, they stepped out into a long hallway, the floor thickly carpeted, then Hobi stopped at the third door on the right and gave a small knock.

The door was opened almost at once by a man dressed in a white nurse's uniform, the top several buttons opened to reveal substantial collarbones, white high-heeled mules on his feet. With large hazel eyes and platinum blond hair, his generous mouth was luscious with a shiny glossy pinkish-red tint.

Master Seokjin's eyes narrowed as they moved appreciably over Jungkook's body, he glanced toward Hobi. "You may go, Hobi. Please send Jackson in to run the blood sample to the lab."

"Yes, Master. Right away," Hobi replied with a slight curtsey before scurrying off.

"Come in, Jungkook," he says, stepping back and gesturing Jungkook into a room that looked exactly like a typical medical diagnostician's office, except for a small camera perched high in one corner of the room, a light blinking red above the lens.

There was a high counter with a sink set into it, various jars and bottles lined neatly alongside. The exam table was fitted with stirrups and covered with a clean, white fitted sheet. Jungkook's gut clenched a little at the sight, wondering what exactly was in store for him.

Master Seokjin relays, "I'm a registered nurse and I will be assisting Master Namjoon today. Hop on the table, I'll get your vitals then draw some blood for analysis. We have an arrangement with a lab, we can get the results back within the hour that's also sent directly to Master Namjoon's phone."

Heart thumping, Jungkook did as he was told. Master Seokjin performed a basic physical then took a quick verbal medical history, tapping information into an iPad. He then had Jungkook extend his arm for the blood test.

Jungkook is squeamish around needles, he closed his eyes tight as the needle slid into his vein. Master Seokjin was, fortunately, a good nurse, he drew the blood without any pain. He slipped the blood vial into an envelope and wrote something on the front of it.

A moment later, there was a light tap at the door, "Come in, Jackson," Master Seokjin said, turning toward the muscular guy in his mid-twenties who stood there.

Jackson wore a pair of black spandex shorts that hugged his prominent package, along with gold hoops pierced nipples. He had on a necklace with a ring hanging from it in the same design as the ring Hobi wore - a hammered platinum band with a gold O-ring dangling from it.

"Take this down to the lab. They're expecting you."

"Yes, Master," Jackson replied, he then stole a glance at Jungkook as he took the envelope, giving him a quick, shy smile.

As he left the room, a man entered from a side door, Master Namjoon was dressed in blue scrubs and held a stethoscope around his left hand.

Jungkook had been expecting him, his eyes were deep cognac browns, his lips curled in a devilish smile, deep dimples on each cheek. His skin was golden tan and his light brown hair had streaks of blond in it as if he spent a lot of time outdoors.

At first glance, Master Namjoon came across as the studious boy next door with a sunny and playful vibe, he was a very good-looking guy.

Master Taehyung's handsome face flashed into his mind's eye, the physical contrast between the two Doms immediately apparent.

If he'd propositioned him for a scene at a public club, he probably would have refused. There was something hard in his eyes, something dangerous that sent a shiver through Jungkook's core but now he had no choice but to submit.

Master Taehyung, on the other hand, with his reserved manner, unsmiling countenance and piercing dark eyes, might be perceived as the more forbidding of the two.

Yet, something powerful had passed between them when he'd appeared beyond the two-way mirror where he'd been teetering on the edge of failure, his kind, centring gaze had given him the courage to continue.

Master Namjoon fixed his gaze on Jungkook, "Wait up," he directed.

Jungkook slipped from the exam table, standing as directed he raised his arms over his head, clasping each wrist with trembling hands. He was both turned on and incredibly nervous about whatever was to come.

Unfortunately, the nerves were getting the upper hand.

Master Seokjin smiled, placing a hand lightly on Master Namjoon's arm, "He's still a newbie, Namjoon. Cut him some slack."

Reaching around, he gave him a sudden, vicious smack on the ass that brought tears to his eyes, he managed to maintain his position, arms overhead.

Master Namjoon shrugged, "Much better," he says, moving to stand directly in front of him.

"Good boy," he said, taking a step back, "Now, let's see what we've got here," gripping his ass, he squeezed and kneaded the flesh until he gasped in pain.

Despite his fear and uncertainty, Jungkook was incredibly aroused, his erect nipples poked hard against his chest, his cock throbbed and ached, his breath catching in his throat.

"Very nice," Master Namjoon said in a low, sexy voice, "I see what Taehyung means," he added softly, as if to himself.

All at once, he let him go, taking a step back, "We have an exam to complete," he lightly kicked at Jungkook's ankle with the toe of his leather loafer, "Spread those legs, nice... and wide."

Moving closer, he gripped Jungkook's cock firmly, rubbing his palm against the head, "You're leaking, little slut," he said playfully, dimples out, his smile knowing, "You need this, don't you, Jungkook?"

Master Namjoon's touch was almost rough, but whatever he was doing felt so, so good.

If Jungkook wasn't careful, he was going to come right there, "Yes, Sir," he managed to gasp, a climax rising quickly inside him.

Before he could tumble into orgasm, he abruptly let him go. He regarded him a moment as he struggled to catch his breath, "He'll do nicely, I think, nurse," he said, glancing toward Master Seokjin.

"Very nice indeed, doctor," Master Seokjin replied with a giggle, "Shall we get him up on the table for the full exam?"

"Yes," he turned to Jungkook, "Up you go. Lie on your back, feet in the stirrups."

Jungkook's mouth had gone dry and his pulse was hammering fast, for the second time he had no control over the direction of a scene.

He understood at that moment that whatever he'd been doing at the public clubs, it hadn't been true submission.

He was both wildly turned on and utterly terrified.

Was he going to blow this by backing out?

You're here because you want to be, he reminded himself urgently.

This is fully consensual.

More than that, he understood he was still being tested.

This was an extension of the audition, Jungkook desperately wanted to succeed.

Though he was trembling, he managed to get himself onto the exam table. He scooted down to place his feet in the stirrups, they were set wider than he was used to seeing at a doctor's office.

"Strap him down, nurse," Master Namjoon said matter-of-factly as he pulled on a pair of purple surgical gloves.

Master Seokjin leaned over, his expression kind, he stroked an errant curl from Jungkook's cheek, the touch at once maternal and somehow sensual.

"Shh," he said gently, "Just relax. This is all good. The straps are for your good, we can't have you wriggling around during the exam."

He continued to stroke Jungkook's cheek, his touch calming, "Breathe, Jungkook. Nice, slow, deep breaths. That's it. Focus on your submission, remember why you're here."

Master Seokjin's calming words brought Jungkook back to himself, his panic ebbing away. He was courageous and strong, he could handle whatever this pair dish out.

He would do it for himself.

He would do it for Master Taehyung…

"Yes," Jungkook whispered, he amended his statement, "Yes, Master."

Master Seokjin's smile broadened, "Good boy."

Wide canvas straps were dangling from one side of the table, Master Seokjin brought one across Jungkook's waist, the other above his chest.

Securing and adjusting them so Jungkook was immobilized, there were slender straps on the stirrups, which he secured around his ankles. He then pulled his arms back over his head and secured them with wrist cuffs attached to the table.

Jungkook had thought he couldn't feel any more vulnerable, but he was wrong.

Master Seokjin moved to the end of the exam table and turned a crank, causing the stirrups to ratchet wider. He continued until Jungkook was fully exposed, with absolutely nothing left to the imagination.

The full helplessness of his position hit him hard, leaving him shaken, his mouth dry, his heart palpitating.

Don't blow this, he silently urged himself.

You've handled tougher scenes than this.

"Time for your genitourinary and rectal exam," Master Namjoon said, appearing beside him.

A large tube of lubricant in his hand, his tongue moved sensually over his upper lip as his gaze swept his bound, naked body.

"You'll find my exam methods aren't quite… orthodox. There will be pain as well as pleasure too," his eyes hooded, darkening as his lips lifted in a slow dimpled smile, "I have just one rule - make sure you get permission before you come."

~~~

Surrendering to the situation, Jungkook let his head fall back to the table.

As Master Namjoon poked and prodded, he stared up at the ceiling and noticed that a sky mural was painted, he calmed as he regarded it. He then flexed his hands above the restraints, the only thing he could move freely.

He visually and physically examined his hardening cock and scrotum, checking for any conditions such as a hernia, tumour or undescended testicle.

"Good skin elasticity," he commented as he moved his fingers, down to his balls, "Healthy tissue, everything's normal,"

He was performing an actual exam, Jungkook presumed, but, at the same time, he was doing something with his palm against the head of his cock that sent shivers of pleasure through him.

The stark contrast between his calm, professional tone and what he was doing was at once confusing and highly erotic. If Master Namjoon didn't stop his palm, he was going to come.

Jungkook was aware self-control was called for but was having a hard time focusing, given the thrillingly bizarre situation.

Jungkook braced himself by redirecting his mind for a distraction, he tried to think about the stacks of work waiting at the office. He was losing the battle, an orgasm loomed and threatened to overwhelm him at his expert touch.

But then, all at once, his hands fell away.

Jungkook was startled, Master Namjoon had slid a lubricated finger into his anus, "The anus is very tight. Tell us, Jungkook," he asked in a matter-of-fact tone, "have you fucked this past week?"

It took Jungkook a second to switch gears.

Master Namjoon went from typical doctor to Dom mode without even a change in the inflexion of his voice.

Trying not to read anything into the remark, Jungkook answered truthfully, "Yes, Sir."

"Excellent," he eased a second finger into his ass, making him grunt at the added pressure, "That'll make the next part of the exam a little easier for you."

Jungkook drew in a long breath and let it out slowly, an effort to calm himself. Lying strapped down and naked on an exam table with two sadistic Dominants was not exactly relaxing.

Master Namjoon pulled his hands, "Your hole could use some stretching. Nurse, bring over the toys. I'll grab the cane," he added as if an afterthought.

The cane?

Alarmed, Jungkook lifted his head again, Master Jungkook was in the process of stripping off his surgical gloves, a small smile on his handsome face. He dropped them into a small trash receptacle and then washed his hands in the sink.

Master Seokjin was taking some things out of a cabinet, "These should do nicely," holding up a large cock pin, a dildo and a scary-looking butt plug. His eyes were glittering, his nipples now prominent beneath his white uniform.

Master Namjoon came to stand by Jungkook's head, he pulled something from his white lab coat, which Jungkook saw was a black satin sleep mask.

"It's distracting when you keep lifting your head, it tells us you're anticipating. Properly trained subs don't anticipate - They submit. This blindfold should help take away that temptation."

Master Seokjin slipped the mask over his eyes, adjusting the elastic at the back of his head.

Jungkook's sense of helplessness pierced at his sudden blindness, his other senses instantly on high alert.

A moment later, he gasped at the press of a finger, something cold and gooey was lathered on his anus, his heart tapped against his ribs as the butt plug was eased slowly inside.

"That's it," Master Seokjin cooed from between his legs, "You're doing very well. You just need to relax."

Jungkook yelped at the sudden, sharp flash of pain as the cock pin was introduced, he slowly pushed it in, but the pain was gone in an instant, replaced by a sense of fullness.

The pin was bigger, cold and harder than anything he had experienced, that was for damn sure, Jungkook grunted at the intense pressure.

"Just relax," he soothed, "Show us your grace, Jungkook. Your body exists to please and serve us. Remember that."

Fortunately, Master Seokjin was careful and slowly twisting the pin further, after a while he did manage to relax.

"If you get some pleasure along the way, that's all well and good. But your focus should be on serving. If that doesn't work for you, you might need to rethink what you're doing here," Master Namjoon interjected.

Jungkook realized that he was right, if he was going to move from part-time player to full-fledged submissive, he needed to keep his focus on that goal.

No way was he going to blow this chance because of a stupid little butt plug.

The effect from both toys heightened his overall pleasure and at the rate it was going, his orgasm was building, dangerously at a fast rate.

Master Namjoon's 'rule' flashed into Jungkook's mind - Don't come without permission.

He repeated the directive, determined to obey, to succeed, to get past this phase of the audition.

Suddenly, a pair of lips closed over one of his achingly hard nipples, sucking it into a warm, wet mouth. He didn't know whose mouth it was, but it felt wonderful, a sensual tongue flicking on a sensitive nub. Then it was replaced by teeth, biting lightly then harder, the sensations action directly shot through to his cock, drawing him closer to orgasm.

Just as he opened his mouth to beg permission, a sudden stinging flick of a cane crashed down against the bare sole of his foot. He yelped as pain exploded along his nerves, his climax forgotten.

The mouth continued to suck and tease on a nipple and then the other, while a hand removed the plug and replaced it with a dildo. The toy started to whir inside him, the cane came down after, this time on the other foot.

Fire seared underneath his skin, soles of both feet were now throbbing in protest. He'd never had his feet caned before, the pain was tenfold that on his ass.

Jungkook yelped again, tears pricking beneath closed eyelids, "I can't," he panted, trying to draw a breath, "I'm sorry. I just can't," he wailed.

Panic threatened to overwhelm him, even as he was furious with himself for losing it.

Was he going to blow it all by shouting the club safeword?

Jungkook stiffened, clenching his teeth in his determination to handle the painful strike, but instead, he heard movement and then the vibrating toys embedded inside him went still.

Someone stroked his cheek, the touch gentle and soothing, "Calm down, Jungkook. Breathe." Master Namjoon lifted his sleep mask from his wet eyes.

Jungkook squinted up at him, more tears filming his vision at the thought he had probably just ruined everything.

But his expression was kind, showing a dimple on his cheek, he continued, "Let's take a few seconds out while you get yourself back under control."

He nodded, blinking away the tears as his panic receded.

"You're doing fine, Jungkook," Master Seokjin said from the other side of the table with an encouraging tone, "You are. You show great potential. You just need to trust us and yourself, more. I say 'just' but I know how hard that can be."

"Especially with people you've only just met. A lot of intense and unexpected stimuli are being thrown your way right now and while it may seem random or just designed for our amusement, there is a method to our madness," Master Namjoon added.

"Your formal audition on Friday and what you're experiencing right now with us isn't just about us testing you or getting our rocks off. The process is designed to give you a more direct understanding of what you might expect as a Poison Blossoms submissive. Even at the pleasure level, a club sub is expected to submit with grace and courage to whatever is asked of them."

He paused to look him in the eye and continued, "Though we do play hard, we're not just a bunch of weekend cruisers. All Doms and subs here are committed to responsible, risk-aware consensual kink but we're not for everybody. This is your chance to assess if this is right for you. And if you decide it's not... then that's good to know upfront, don't you agree?"

"Yes, Sir," Jungkook whispered, much calmer now.

"So, what's it gonna be? Do you want to continue? There's no shame in stopping and there's no right or wrong here. Just what works," Master Seokjin asked.

Both Master Namjoon and Seokjin were right, he didn't have to continue, he didn't have to stay.

This was his choice to make, as much as theirs.

There was no denying that it was far scarier and more difficult than the auditions had been so far but Jungkook had never felt so alive. He understood he could no longer casually leap into the safety net of his public club scene days, when he'd used his safeword at the slightest provocation, with little thought or hesitation.

He was definitely outside his comfort zone now, but that was a good thing, a necessary thing if he wanted to move toward a more genuine experience.

"I want to continue," Jungkook said, pleased that his voice came out reasonably steady.

"Good. Then we continue," Master Namjoon replied.

He lowered the sleep mask once more over his eyes, a moment later the toys whirred to life again. He drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he tried to prepare for the next painful blow to the sole of his foot. But, instead, Jungkook felt the flicking tap of the cane along his left inner thigh.

While it stung, it was much easier to take than his feet. He refocused on the pleasure from his cock and on the mouth that had returned to kiss and tease his nipples.

The cane whistled and snapped, catching the part of his ass that was exposed at the edge of the table. The sting sank deep into his psyche, layering the rising pleasure inside with erotic pain that compounded through its impact.

After a short pause, he was momentarily distracted by the sound of a door opening and closing, but his focus soon returned to the steady caning, juxtaposed with the climax rising inexorably.

Jungkook didn't just want what was happening - He needed it

The pleasure and pain were no longer distinguishable as separate sensations. His ass and thighs were on fire, the fire in his belly steadily built itself hotter, goosebumps painting his sweat-slicked skin.

Yes, yes, yes, something dark deep inside Jungkook devilishly chanted.

"Oh, fvck," he heard himself moaning, he hadn't meant to speak, "Please. Please, Sir, may I come?" he shouted, the words bursting from his lips in urgency, hands clenching, his restraints shaking and as his toes curl.

"Yes, Jungkook. You may."

Jungkook's brain sputtered a moment, catching on to that voice.

Though it was male and certainly familiar, that hadn't been Master Namjoon speaking... Master Taehyung?

His thought was cut short as his body took over, hurling over the edge of a stiff cliff. He felt himself tip over, a euphoric falling casting all over his body from his violent release, he sailed high into the heavens, the orgasm going on and on until he thought he might die from the dark, perfect pleasure of it all.

Jungkook came back from his euphoric high as the toys were pulled carefully off his body, then the stirrup legs had been returned to their normal position.

A warm, damp cloth was run gently over his skin, wiping away the excess lube, a soothing salve was smeared over his welts, especially on his soles.

Finally, the straps were removed, his wrists freed as he laid on the table, limp like a ragdoll, too pleasantly spent to move.

After a moment, hands on either side of him helped to sit up, though the blindfold remained in place. He was assisted from the table to the floor, firm hands supporting him all the while.

As Jungkook had surmised, the salve was already working its miracle and he was able to stand flat on his feet without too much discomfort.

Then a hand pressed against his shoulder, Master Namjoon said, "Kneel here on the mat," as he was guided down, "Back straight, hands resting comfortably on your thighs."

Jungkook followed as directed, his heart kicking up again as he waited in the strange silence for whatever came next.

"We have the lab results back," Master Seokjin said from somewhere nearby, "I'm pleased to inform you that you have a clean bill of health."

"And you have passed the exam," Master Namjoon added, he touched his shoulder, a smile in his voice as he added, "Congratulations, Jungkook. Welcome to Poison Blossoms."

Warmth and excitement flooded through Jungkook's veins at the announcements.

The unbridled joy rising inside told him that he wanted this, possibly more than anything he'd ever wanted in his life. He was dying to rip the sleep mask from his face but didn't quite dare.

He managed a response, "Thank you, Sirs."

He was rewarded for his patience as Master Namjoon continued, "Your mentor is here. Are you ready to meet him?"

"Yes, Sir," Jungkook replied, his voice breathless with excitement.

The sleep mask was pulled away, Jungkook squinted as his eyes adjusted to the light. His heart leapt then stopped, mouth falling open as he took in the tall, broad-shouldered man with dark, wavy hair and piercing grey eyes standing in all his glory before him.

"Hello, Jungkook," Master Taehyung's deep, sultry voice said.