Sugar Daddy | Johnil

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Smut (?) 💦 Warning
Part One

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"W--"

"Ahh tsk tsk baby boy, this is where your freedom of speech is cut off. Daddy has all the say, now arms out." Youngho says calmly, waiting for Taeil to cooperate with him. He wanted to try his luck one more time and protest but the look he was getting from Johnny made him instantly forget what he wanted to say. "Remember you said I could do whatever the fuck I want, so don't even try."

He held his arms out slowly as he looked down at them, Youngho sighed as he elevated his arms more and started to tie his arms together into a stylist knot. The rope wasn't very long or thick so at least he knows he won't be hooked up or dangling off of anywhere. Plus it was his favourite color, though that didn't make the matter anymore better.

After his arms were tied together Youngho let go of them to walk over to the light switch, dimming it as Taeil got full view of what was behind him and he stopped breathing for a couple of seconds. The taller walked back over to the younger as he held the remaining rope to lead him to the bed like a puppy on a leash, the shorter's eyes still lingering at the items he saw.

Youngho stood by the side of the bed, body language telling the medical student to climb on so he did, lifting one leg after the other onto the firm mattress. "Kneel in the center of the bed. Face to the headboard. Hands on your thighs." And he did just that, obediently. He sat on the calves of his leg, back straight with his hand on his thighs as he gave the intricately designed, glazed wooden frame his full attention. Taeil seemed relaxed and nonchalantly but he was nowhere near such feeling.

Contrary to him though, Youngho seemed a bit off. Other from himself seeing the latter somewhat smile, his demeanor seemed a bit too calm and... blithe. Even though it wasn't much to consider a difference, he was way too happy in Taeil's eyes. This wasn't what he saw on an almost daily basis, so for the tall, impassive, expressionless being beside him to give the slightest smirk actually scared him.

"Close your eyes." Slowly, he did just that, darkness taking over his vision as his senses heightened to the unknown feeling as to what is to happen. He didn't hear when Youngho moved but he did based on him hearing the dresser draw being opened and closed shortly after. Taeil definitely didn't quail at the sudden sound he heard. Twice.

A second later he felt a silk fabric being placed over his eyes and tied around his head, and he definitely  didn't whimper at the foreign feeling engulfing him either.

"Is it too tight?" The CEO asked,

"No... daddy." Youngho hummed as he went onto his hands, bringing them forward for some reason. The elder tied the ropes to the headboard, pulling it slowly until Taeil's back was hunched and the shorter gulped. Was breeze supposed to be blowing against his ass? He shifted forward to accommodate the distance, his back going back to its original position and he sighed in relief when the cool air stopped blowing against his butt cheeks.

"Listen carefully princess, I won't repeat myself." Princess?

"Firstly, I don't want to hear anything out of you in the first round. There are three rounds which will vary in density and of course your compliance." Youngho walked over to the navy blue seat and took up a paddle, running the smooth surface against his hand slowly.

"Secondly, if you make any form of whimper, scream, hum, sound or noise in general the spanks rise by ten. If you do make a sound of some sort the second time, it raises by fifteen. Each time you make noise, five will be added to the amount before and I start from the beginning. So twenty on the third mess up, twenty five on the fourth and so forth."