Bad Boys Must Be Punished... Again

Jan 20, 2012 23:28


Title: Bad Boys Must Be Punished... Again
Author: gdontop
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: G-TOP-Ri
Warnings: PWP, light BDSM, language
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Bang, or anything affiliated with them.
Description: Seungri decides to be a bad boy again, and this time Seunghyun joins Jiyong to punish him. You wanted a sequel to Bad Boys Must Be Punished, you got a sequel. Even more depraved than the original. Enjoy!


Just one week after Seungri had been disciplined by Jiyong for saying things he shouldn’t have, he did it again. On purpose. Jiyong had made what was probably a flippant and offhand remark about bringing Seunghyun in to punish him next time he ran his mouth, and the younger man had thought about why he’d found that strangely appealing rather than terrifying for the next five days. On the sixth, he’d figured it out; on the seventh, he’d devised a plan to make Jiyong’s threat a reality.

So when they’d gone for yet another radio interview during their promotions in Japan, and the host had asked who the meanest member of the group was, Seungri had grabbed his mic and given both his hyungs a salacious look.

“Oh, I’d say TOP, without a doubt.”

The others frowned at him, but he kept eye contact with Jiyong, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, and continued.

“Yeah. He often pinches and slaps me, but I think G-Dragon gets it the worst.”

At that, both men sat forward in their chairs, looking for all the world like they wanted to tie Seungri up and gag him. Which is exactly what he was counting on.

“Oh, really?” the host asked. “Why do you say that, Seungri-kun?”

Big Bang’s maknae took in the angry, red faces of Jiyong and Seunghyun, the way they were shaking their heads just slightly, and he laughed.

“Sometimes TOP will go into G-Dragon’s room, and it sounds like they’re fighting. Well, I hear noises like slaps, so I guess he does the same thing to G-Dragon that he does to me, anyway.”

It was a total lie, of course. Had Jiyong not told him what he had at the end of their little… session, then Seungri would never even know Seunghyun was a participant in his bondage games. And that was all he knew, really. He had no idea if Seunghyun was the one to take on the dominant role between him and Jiyong, but the way Jiyong had said what he had made Seungri think he probably wasn’t too far off-base in assuming exactly that.

He was totally prepared for them to do whatever they wanted in order to discipline him for his loose lips… or so he thought.

When they got back to the hostel, Jiyong told Daesung and Youngbae that he and Seunghyun needed to have a heart-to-heart with the maknae about the meaning of the phrase ‘too much information’. He shuffled them into the hallway with apologies, and they left without much protest, although Daesung did throw a glare at Seungri as they walked out the door. As soon as they were gone, Jiyong rounded on the youngest and pushed him down onto the couch. He stood over him, arms crossed, looking like he was about to blow a gasket.

“Did you not hear me last week when I told you to be good, or I was bringing hyung in to help me punish you next time?” He was seething. Last time he’d been angry, but now… Seungri was almost regretting his decision to egg him on. “I know I fucked your brains out, but I didn’t think I’d done it literally.”

“Of course I heard you,” he shot back. “Why do you think I did that, huh? I’m not stupid.”

“No, but you are sexually deviant,” Jiyong snarled back.

Seunghyun, who had up until this point merely been observing them from the loveseat, cleared his throat. Jiyong shut his mouth instantly, dropped his arms to his sides, and looked down at his feet. So Seungri had been right: Seunghyun was the dominant one. A shiver of anticipation snaked its way up his spine at the realization. It was quickly followed by a crushing wave of dread when Seunghyun stood from his seat and towered over Seungri. Jiyong had been the one to discipline him last time, and Jiyong was obviously more submissive than dominant. If Seunghyun had Jiyong so well-trained that even a clearing of the throat could make him behave like a whipped puppy, then what in God’s name was he going to do to Seungri?

“He told you whose idea your punishment was?” Seunghyun asked, deep voice rumbling through every fiber of Seungri’s being. He nodded, too afraid to speak.

“And he told you he was going to have me join him next time?”

Another nod. Seunghyun grabbed Jiyong’s chin in his hand and turned his face up to his own.

“Maknae thinks this is going to be fun, Jiyong. That’s why he disobeyed you.” The older man let his hand slide into Jiyong’s hair, and then he made a fist, and Jiyong closed his eyes and whimpered. Obviously he was in pain, but his arms never came up from his sides, and he didn’t try to struggle. “You said you’d take care of it. You said you’d be able to teach him respect, like I teach you; but you didn’t, did you?”

“Hyung, I-”

Seunghyun tugged at Jiyong’s hair, and he silenced his protest. Seungri watched the display in front of him with wide eyes.

“You failed,” he murmured, stroking Jiyong’s face with his other hand, “and now we’re going to have to teach him another lesson. A much harder lesson.” He looked Seungri in the face when he said this, and the younger man recoiled. Seunghyun’s lips curled up into a mischievous smirk.

“I’ll punish you later, but for now, you’re going to obey everything I tell you,” he whispered to Jiyong, eyes never leaving Seungri’s quickly paling face. He turned Jiyong’s head toward his own and kissed him, hard, and the younger man moaned. Whether it was a pained moan or a pleasurable one, Seungri couldn’t tell. It made his stomach twist itself in knots and his libido shoot through the roof, however, and when they parted he was breathing just as hard as Jiyong.

“Look at him. He wants this.”

Jiyong did as Seunghyun asked. Seungri stared up at him, aroused but nervous. He swallowed thickly, rubbed his thighs together unconsciously. Jiyong leaned his head on Seunghyun’s chest, but kept his eyes downcast.

“What do you want, seonsaengnim?”

Seungri balked at Jiyong’s use of the word teacher. Oh shit, he hadn’t thought this through. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? Seunghyun lowered his face to Jiyong’s and kissed him again, removing his hand from the younger man’s hair and using both of them now to cup his ass, grinding their lower halves together. This time when Jiyong moaned, Seungri knew it was desire, not dread, and he squirmed on the couch. He pushed a tightly clenched fist into the bulge in his jeans and bit his lip to stifle a groan.

“I want,” Seunghyun declared when his lips left Jiyong’s, “you to get my bag out of the closet.”

“Yes, seonsaengnim.”

The eldest turned his eyes to Seungri, who broke out into a sweat at the dark look on his hyung’s face. “And I want you to go to your room. Now.”

The younger man couldn’t move. Not a muscle. His brain had rewired itself watching his bandmates kiss, and now all he could do was rub his fist back and forth over his erection. Seunghyun narrowed his eyes, and then he sprang. He grabbed Seungri under his jaw and lifted him off the couch. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it scared the shit out of him. He’d never realized Seunghyun was so strong. He led Seungri to his room and shoved him onto the bed.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it. If you talk back, or you make me repeat myself, I will punish you. I know you had fun with Jiyong, but I’m not Jiyong, maknae. Do you understand?”

Seungri nodded quickly.

“When I speak to you, you will answer either ‘yes, seonsaengnim’, or ‘no, seonsaengnim’. Don’t speak unless spoken to, and don’t look me in the eye. Do you understand?”

Seungri nodded again. Seunghyun raised an eyebrow at him.

“I asked you a question, Seunghyun.”

Hearing his real name in that deep, deceptively calm, commanding voice made his cock twitch. Seungri stuttered out a ‘yes, seonsaengnim’ just as Jiyong walked in the door. He handed Seunghyun a small, black duffel bag, and the older man caressed his cheek.

“Strip him.”

The man on the bed felt his heart leap in his chest. Last time he’d already been naked when he’d come to; he hadn’t had time to feel the shame and awkwardness of being systematically undressed. Jiyong grabbed his wrists and made him stand, and then he pulled his shirt from his body, and yanked his pants and underwear to the floor in one go. When Seungri opened his eyes again (because he’d closed them somewhere along the way), Seunghyun held a whip in his hands. More of a riding crop, really, but the black leather strip on the end terrified him, whether it was 2 inches or several feet.

“Bend over the bed,” Seunghyun ordered, stepping closer to both younger men.

Seungri shied away. Jiyong had had him bound and gagged, and he’d simply done as he pleased to the younger man’s prone form, but Seunghyun… he was going to force Seungri to submit, to be complicit in his own punishment. Suddenly, this didn’t seem like so much fun, anymore. Both of the other men were still fully dressed, the lights were on, and Seungri’s erection was dying a quick death at the disparity between Jiyong’s idea of discipline and Seunghyun’s.

“Hyung, I… I think I made a mistake,” he let out in a rush, eyes glued to the riding crop that Seunghyun was tapping against the outside of his knee. Jiyong pressed his lips together and gave Seungri a small shake of his head.

“You’d better do what he says,” he whispered. Seunghyun reached out and cracked the small leather strip across the back of Jiyong’s bare arm. He sucked in a breath, but hung his head and backed away from Seungri.

“Did I say you could speak, Jiyong?”

“No, seonsaengnim.”

“And didn’t I tell you to bend over?” he asked the other man, eyes hard. Seungri shook his head and backed up, knocking the clock off his bedside table.

“Please, hyung, I… I’m sorry. I won’t say a word for the rest of the trip, I swear, just-”

Seunghyun grabbed him by the back of the neck and bent him over the mattress. Seungri cried out in shock, truly scared now. Jiyong had hit him, but this quiet, intense promise of retribution for disobedience was much more frightening. He felt the riding crop touch the back of his knees and slide up, scraping gently against his thighs, higher, to brush against his ass, before coming down once with a sharp crack. Seungri cried out again at the sting.

“That’s one for not answering properly.”

Crack.

“Two for talking back.”

Crack, crack, crack.

“Five. You broke every rule I gave you, maknae. Not even Jiyong was that disobedient in the beginning.” He looked up at the man about whom he’d just spoken, and grinned.

“Maybe this will be fun.”

Half an hour later, Seungri could no longer tell up from down, right from left… or right from wrong, for that matter. All he could hear was Seunghyun’s deep voice, and all he could do was obey it. He’d started simple: lay on your stomach; roll over; close your eyes; open them. When Seungri had done everything without question, he’d moved on to more humiliating demands.

“Get on your hands and knees. Good. Now, spread your ass cheeks.” Seungri had hesitated, and gotten the crop to his thigh as punishment.

“Take the middle finger of your right hand, and stick it inside yourself.”

He’d been hit several more times until he wet his finger with spit, and slowly worked it inside his tight entrance. He was embarrassed, and his ass and thighs stung a bit from the riding crop, but he was also mystifyingly aroused. His cock had sprung back to life once he’d gotten over the initial shock of corporeal punishment, and now each slap of the leather against his skin sent a jolt of electric desire straight to his groin. He was going fucking crazy, and he was enjoying it more every minute.

“Good boy. I want you to look at Jiyong and apologize to him for speaking out of turn while you fuck yourself with your hand.”

Seungri turned his burning face to the side and sought out Jiyong. The sight that met his eyes would have given him more pause if he was less aware of the proximity of the riding crop to his very sensitive balls. Jiyong was naked, on his knees, Seunghyun’s cock buried in his throat. Seungri’s finger never stopped moving, but when he opened his mouth to say he was sorry, all that came out was a wanton moan.

How was he supposed to do anything while looking at that?

When he failed to say anything, Seunghyun leaned forward and hit him with his open palm. That shocked Seungri into action.

“I’m s-sorry, Jiyong-hyung. I shouldn’t have said those thi-iiings about you,” he gasped, finger sinking in all the way just as Seunghyun came without warning. Seungri watched Jiyong swallow what he could, and then wipe the rest from him lips and chin, lapping the excess from his fingers. He started to swallow that as well, but Seunghyun grabbed his chin and turned his face toward the man on the bed.

“Kiss him.”

Jiyong didn’t hesitate. He stood, crawled onto the bed, and pulled Seungri forward by his shoulders. The younger man’s finger slipped from his body, and his mouth opened in surprise. As soon as it did, Jiyong brought their lips together, pushing his tongue, and Seunghyun’s come, into Seungri’s mouth. He tried to pull away, pushed himself off the mattress with his forearms, but Jiyong was stronger than he had imagined, and he kept him in place until he swallowed the slightly bitter fluid. Seungri spluttered and tried to clear his throat after Jiyong broke the kiss, the taste of ejaculate new, foreign, and unpleasant.

“Have you ever sucked cock, Seunghyun?” The older one asked, pulling Jiyong back to his side.

“No! And, fuck you, Jiyong!” he shrieked. He coughed and scraped at his tongue with the nails of the hand that hadn’t been up his ass. There was kink, and then there was this shit. “Who does that?! And why would you make him do that?” He rounded on the older men, hissing and spitting like an angry cat.

Seunghyun frowned slightly. He knelt down and rummaged through the black bag at his feet. When he found what he was looking for, he stood and handed it to Jiyong.

“After I tie him up, you gag him. I think we’ve heard enough out that mouth.”

“Yes, seonsaengnim.”

The struggle Seungri put up was brief, and half-hearted at most. He was a little disgusted by what Seunghyun had made Jiyong do to him, but he was still hard, and now Seunghyun was going to tie him up and gag him. All he knew was that meant what came next was completely out of his control. The thought excited him so much that when Seunghyun, still fully-clothed, fastened his arms behind his back, he took the opportunity to grind his ass backward into him. The older man didn’t react. He motioned for Jiyong to place the ball gag in Seungri’s mouth when he’d finished the knots at the maknae’s wrists, but otherwise his face remained emotionless, his voice calm.

“Seunghyun, you’ve disobeyed me for the last time. You talk back, you don’t answer properly, and you disrespected my sub.”

He began unbuttoning his shirt while he spoke, and Seungri’s nostrils flared as Seunghyun’s rarely-seen, smooth skin was exposed. After the shirt and undershirt were laid over the chair at Seungri’s desk, he popped the button on his slacks and watched the youngest man’s eyes follow his fingers as they pulled his zipper down. Jiyong, who had settled on the bed next to Seungri, walked over and sank to his knees. He finished undressing the sandy-haired rapper, and was rewarded with another kiss when he stood.

A few seconds later, Seunghyun grabbed Seungri’s bound wrists and forced his face down into the mattress, legs on the floor, ass high in the air.

“Paddle.”

That single word caused Seungri to panic. He stared in horror as Jiyong handed Seunghyun a wide, flat, square object with a handle. It, like the crop, was covered in black leather. Unlike the crop, however, this thing was dotted with small, dulled, metal spikes on one side. Seunghyun flashed the paddle at Seungri and smirked.

“Don’t worry; I’ll only use this side if you’re a really bad boy.”

The first blow caught him by surprise, and he squeaked at the impact. The second and third fully registered, and they, also unlike the riding crop, hurt. Seungri screamed behind his gag.

“This is your punishment, Seunghyun. You will do what I ask,” he said, following his words with a shockingly hard swing of the paddle.

“You will not talk back to me.”

The next blow had tears stinging the corners of Seungri’s eyes.

“And you will -smack- respect -smack- my sub -smack-.”

He was crying now, tears rolling freely down his cheeks. This was nothing like Jiyong’s spanking. That had been a gentle caress compared to the almost unbearable way his ass was throbbing at the moment. It hurt so badly, and yet... even though the impact of of the paddle was making him cry, it was also turning him on. It was confusing, and disturbing, and the fact that he couldn't understand why being hit frightened and aroused him at the same time just made him cry harder.

Seunghyun, upon seeing the tears, dropped the paddle back into the bag and climbed onto the bed. Jiyong joined him, and together they pulled the youngest onto the mattress. Seungri hissed in pain as Seunghyun dragged him backward to sit between his legs. Jiyong gently wiped the tears from his face, and Seunghyun pulled the gag from his mouth.

“Are you in pain?” he asked. Seungri let his head fall back onto the older man’s shoulder.

“Y-yes, seonsaengnim.”

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?” Seunghyun whispered. His hands strayed down the younger man’s torso until his palm brushed the evidence of his arousal. More tears leaked from his eyes, but he shuddered at the feeling of his hyung’s soft hand on his cock.

“Yes, seonsaengnim.”

Jiyong kissed his cheeks, licked the salty drops of water from his jaw. “Don’t cry, Seungri-yah. Don’t be afraid. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Some people like a little pain with their pleasure,” he explained, moving his lips to the other’s briefly. “Some people are naturally dominant, like Seung- like seonsaengnim. Some people are more submissive, like me… like you.” He kissed Seungri again, deeper this time, and both moaned at the way their tongues slid and curled together.

Seunghyun watched the two make out for a moment, but eventually he grew restless. He grasped Seungri’s cock again, more firmly, and stroked him until he was arching his back, groaning into Jiyong’s mouth. He untied the younger man’s wrists and pushed him forward onto his hands and knees, breaking his and Jiyong’s kiss.

“You said you’ve never sucked cock, so now you’re going to get the opportunity. Jiyong, do you want Seunghyun to give you head?”

“Yes, seonsaengnim.”

Seungri looked up into Jiyong’s bright brown eyes, then looked down at his lap; his heart began pounding frantically at the sight of his leader stroking himself.

“Open your mouth, Seunghyun. Jiyong, tell him what you want him to do while I get him ready for me.”

Neither hesitated to do the elder’s bidding. Jiyong placed his hard length just in front of his lips, and Seungri stuck his tongue out, tentatively licking at the swollen head. Jiyong encouraged him, giving him instructions and running his hands through his black hair. Keep your lips over your teeth. Use your tongue a little mo-ah! Mmm, suck harder. Yeah, just like that, Seungri-yah. Seungri was so into the experience -he loved the noises he could draw out of Jiyong with just his tongue- that when Seunghyun pushed a finger slick with lube into his tight opening, he moaned around Jiyong’s cock. The man in front of him bucked his hips at the vibration, and Seungri grabbed his slim waist to keep him in place.

Seunghyun worked his fingers into Seungri slowly, plying his entrance open with deft digits. When he was relaxed and ready, the older man replaced his fingers with his dick, pushing inside with smooth, even strokes. He started a quick rhythm with his hips, driving Seungri forward with each one. Eventually, Jiyong ended up against the headboard, Seungri’s arms braced on either side of him with his face between his legs, with Seunghyun slamming into the maknae from behind. Moans, sighs, and the sounds of skin on skin pervaded the room.

Jiyong came without warning, and Seungri jerked his head away, startled, after the first spurt of ropey liquid hit the roof of his mouth; the rest landed on his cheek and shoulder. Seunghyun pulled the younger man back to sit on his lap, and he placed his lube-slicked fingers around his erection. The other hand wrapped around his jaw and turned him into a kiss, Seunghyun’s tongue snaking into his mouth to steal the come Seungri’d had no idea what to do with. He whimpered at the depravity of it all: at his hyung fucking him while jerking him off, at the same man licking their other partner’s sperm from his mouth and cheek. The thoughts were what did him in, and he came as well, slumping forward with his release. Seunghyun followed him shortly, lips locking with Jiyong’s as he filled Seungri with his hot seed.

All three lay in a boneless heap; sweaty, sticky, and slick with lube and bodily fluids. Seungri’s ass still hurt, although now for additional reasons, and he was dirty and more tired than he’d ever felt in his life, but he was also unbelievably happy. Sated. Content. He cracked his eyes open and watched Jiyong snuggle up to Seunghyun, and a smile curved his lips when the eldest reached out and pulled him against the leader’s warm back.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Seungri.”

“Yes, seonsaengnim.”

Seunghyun’s handsome face lit up in a wide grin, and he leaned over Jiyong to plant a soft kiss on the youngest man’s lips.

“You don’t have to call me that anymore. Only when I’m disciplining you.”

Seungri glanced down at his ass and winced. He was going to have some colorful bruises tomorrow. Sitting was going to be an adventure. Jiyong rolled over between them and wrapped his arms around his waist, a small smile gracing his delicate features.

“You did much better this time, Seungri-yah. Are you going to be good from now on? We can make you feel so much better if you promise to obey hyung.” He too leaned forward and kissed Seungri. The younger man didn’t know what to think. How could things possibly get better? He didn’t realize he’d spoke aloud until both men looked at each other and chuckled.

“Hyung has a lot more toys in that bag, maknae. That was just the tip of the iceberg.”

Seungri’s eyes shifted to where the bag lay, discarded, on the floor, and he licked his lips.

“I promise, hyungs: I’m going to be very, very good for you.”

The older men took turns kissing him once more before Seunghyun reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, and all three of them curled together under the soiled sheets. Jiyong clasped Seungri’s hands in the darkness.

“We’re going to be good for you, too.”

Seungri was an angel the rest of their time in Japan.

author: g, ot3: g-dragon/top/seungri, #oneshot(s)

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