Sub

The First Day

Yoongi was leaning back on the couch, his legs propped up on the coffee table. A laptop sat on his thighs while pale, nimble fingers tapped away at the keyboard.

Namjoon watched him from his spot on the floor, a foot away.

He had been stripped of everything he was wearing and Yoongi had reapplied a strip of tape to the boys mouth. Yoongi had given him the option of not being cuffed again, in exchange for behaving nicely with his hands in his lap, and Namjoon had agreed, fed up with those cuffs.

He watched the dom scroll on the computer, wondering what he was up to. Yoongi had spent the whole afternoon browsing online and didn't spare Namjoon a single look, or even acknowledge he was there. He was treating Namjoon like he was an inanimate object.

Like he was a toy.

Yoongi grabbed his phone and raised it up, snapping a picture of Namjoon.

Namjoon wanted to ask what that was for, but the tape prevented him from separating his lips. He resisted the urge to flip the dom off. Sitting here being ignored and feeling hungry was the most tame thing Yoongi was going to do to him, Namjoon knew.

"You should thank me, pet." Yoongi said, alternating between typing on his phone and the laptop. "I just bought you something very special."

Even if he could speak, Namjoon wouldn't have thanked the dom. He knew whatever the item was, it wasn't going to help him win this bet.

His hands itched to remove the tape, and he drummed his fingers impatiently on his bare thighs. His desire to cuss out Yoongi was nearly a physical thing.

The sound of the doorbell ringing made Namjoon jolt out of his thoughts.

Thankfully, Yoongi didn't seem interested in letting strangers see his sub naked. "Go into my office, pet. Sit on the floor in position A and wait for me to come get you. I think it goes without saying that you won't touch yourself?"

Namjoon shook his head. He knew he was going to have to pick and choose his battles wisely, and right now he didn't need to get off. Besides, there was something he wanted to do while he had this short break.

He got up and hurried to the office, peeking out through the nearly closed door to see a delivery man dropping off the two cages Yoongi had bought this morning. There were other large boxes as well and Namjoon wondered what else the devious dom had purchased.

He shut the door and quickly took a seat at Yoongi's desk. He knew the doms password, and he logged onto the computer.

He knew Yoongi would be changing the password soon, so he went right to the most important part of Yoongi's hard drive while he still had access; his private former client files.

Though Yoongi had given up his old job after meeting Namjoon, he still had hundreds of old client information stored in his computer. Videos and pictures and names and addresses. He was in the process of emailing all that information back to the clients and informing them he was deleting his copy and retiring from domming, but it was taking a while to get through.

Yoongi had them organized by kinks, and Namjoon clicked right to the 'slave' folders. He didn't want to risk writing the names, addresses or phone numbers down, so he memorized as many of them as he could.

He wanted to ask these people what Yoongi was like during their sessions. What Namjoon could expect from the dom. What information Namjoon could use to beat Yoongi.

He kept an ear trained on the door, listening to the muted tones as Yoongi and the delivery man talked. There were quite a few packages, it seemed. And Yoongi had paid for express shipping.