Changbin’s laptop lit up, a loud ringtone blaring through his speakers, and a solitary answer button appeared on screen. Changbin’s breath hitched, and he answered the call as calmly as possible. He was shortly connected with the faces of the two most beautiful men he’d ever laid eyes on; one was his sugar baby, and the other was a professional findom.
The two stared straight at him with hungry eyes, the camera angle positioned so he could only see them from the chest up. They were wearing sexy semi-sheer silk robes, clearly doing everything possible to make it difficult for Changbin to make rational decisions.
He then caught a flicker of a smile on Hyunjin’s face, which put him slightly at ease.
All of this had been Hyunjin’s idea, and it hadn’t taken much at all to convince Changbin. He’d been spoiling his baby for years, and luckily for Hyunjin, no matter how much he spent, Changbin’s wallet stayed very, very full. The findom they found together was strict and selective, but he agreed to their plan the moment he saw Hyunjin’s photos. From there, the findom devised the whole scenario and all the rules both would need to follow, and Changbin was simply instructed to be ready at a certain time.
Now they were here, staring at him hungrily, sizing him up.
Changbin didn’t dare speak first.
“Don’t relax, little pig,” the findom, Felix, finally said. His voice was thunderously deep and commanding, and Changbin jumped slightly and found himself sitting up straight at attention once more.
“That’s better. You should feel scared right now, Hyunjin told me he doesn’t want me to go easy on you, as if I’d ever do that anyways.”
“Sorry, Binnie,” Hyunjin said with faux sympathy. “But I told him everything about you.”
Felix tutted and faced Hyunjin, tapping his plush lips once with his pointer finger. “Remember, love, he’s not ‘Binnie’ here, he’s our cash slave, and we’re his mistresses,” Felix removed his hand and glanced back at Changbin. “Isn’t that right, pig?”
“Yes… Mistress,” Changbin blurted out with some discomfort-- he was much more used to being the one everyone called sir or master, but he’d play along, for now.
Felix snorted. “At least you’re quick to follow orders, maybe you’re not as stupid as I thought. Why don’t you prove it to me and send us our first transfer now, hm?”
“Better make it good, piggie!” Hyunjin added, uttering the nickname a little too gleefully.
Changbin felt the slightest twinge of anger, not used to his usually sweet baby disrespecting him like that. He set his jaw, and saw a popup appear on his screen. When Felix cleared his throat, he jumped slightly, and moved his cursor to the blank space prompting him to transfer money to both Felix and Hyunjin’s bank accounts. He quickly typed in $200 into both, and then sent it off, looking at them with unsurety.
Felix frowned.
“Hm,” Felix hummed. “I thought you said his wallet was stacked, Hyunnie. Why’s he being so stingy?”
Hyunjin co*cked his head, a sly smile curling up onto his lips. “I think he wants a punishment, Lixie,” he said, his tone sugar-sweet.
To Changbin’s own surprise, the words went straight down to his co*ck.
Felix scoffed. “That’s what he wants, and bad dumb dogs don’t get treats without doing tricks. Hey piggie, you get off on cuckholding, no?”
Changbin bit his lip.
“Answer me, mutt,” Felix snarled.
“Y-yes, Mistress,” Changbin mumbled. That was true.
“Well then, If you don’t increase your transfers, we’ll end this call here and I’ll f*ck your baby into the mattress where you won’t be able to see.”
Changbin saw Hyunjin’s expression falter slightly, and Changbin felt another wave of arousal. Felix was somehow pushing him into an unfamiliar headspace, and for some reason, he didn’t want to fight back. He typed a few numbers in, and a bright light illuminated both men’s faces.
This time, Felix didn’t frown. “Not terrible. What do you say, Hyunjin, has the dog earned it’s first treat?”
Hyunjin, looking about ready to jump Felix at any moment, nodded enthusiastically.
Felix cooed and held Hyunjin’s face in his hand, still glancing at Changbin. “Your baby seems rather eager for me, you must not be f*cking him well enough.”
Changbin felt a twinge of shame wash over him that went to his dick again. He was not above begging at this point. “Could you please touch each other, Mistresses?”
Felix smirked. “Hands on the table where I can see them, I hope you remember the rules, you stupid f*ck. Don’t you dare get the idea that you’re in control here.”
Changbin’s hands flew up to rest on the table and he leaned into the screen, wishing he could resist his biological urge to blink.
Felix reached out and held the back of Hyunjin’s hair, tugging him back gently to present his throat for him, then leaned in and started nosing along his neck and jawline. Hyunjin melted into his touch, his eyes fluttering shut, letting out the softest, prettiest moan. Changbin groaned in response, his body automatically reacting to his baby’s noises. When Felix started leaving open-mouthed kisses along his throat, Hyunjin reached out and placed his hands on his chest to steady himself, enjoying the slow, feather light touches Felix was providing him.
“M-more,” Hyunjin whimpered, barely audible.
Felix abruptly pulled back, dropping his hands and leaving both Hyunjin and Changbin in a daze.
“If you want more, angel, the piggie has to pay for it, you know the rules.” Felix said, his timbre low and seductive.
Hyunjin turned his head and looked at Changbin menacingly. Changbin jolted and typed some random numbers in, desperate to not lose the opportunity-- his head already felt fuzzy in his drunken stupor of arousal.
Felix only glanced at the money and then raised his eyebrow at Changbin, awaiting his next request.
Changbin’s face went red hot, his words coming out shakier than he expected. “Can Mistresses makeout, please?”
Hyunjin flashed him a look of approval before facing Felix, looking at him expectantly with his irresistible doe eyes. Felix wordlessly reached out for Hyunjin, one hand snaking around his neck. “Send three more big transfers while you watch so I know you aren’t touching yourself.”
Changbin nodded, his ability to speak hindered by his foggy headspace, and his dick throbbed in anticipation.
Hyunjin’s cheeks were a gorgeous rosy-pink, his lips parted slightly as he waited for Felix to make his first move. Then, Felix leaned in slowly, holding Hyunjin’s neck firmly to make sure he stayed in place. He barely brushed their lips together, then quickly moved his other hand down to his waist to pull him closer, eliciting a sharp gasp from Hyunjin. Now practically chest to chest, Felix finally connected their lips, kissing him slow and ever so softly, their mouths sensually moving together. Changbin could hear Hyunjin’s soft pants whenever their lips disconnected, and he had to squeeze his hands into fists to keep himself from losing it.
Felix deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Hyunjin’s mouth and greedily swallowed up all the beautiful noises he let out. Hyunjin draped his arms around Felix's shoulders, and the wet, heated noises coming out of Changbin's laptop speakers were positively sinful. Everything about the scene was driving Changbin insane--
So much so that he forgot about the transfers Felix had ordered him to make.
Felix finally pulled away from Hyunjin, a string of spit connecting their mouths. Hyunjin looked dazed, his eyes refusing to move from Felix's face, his hands still clinging onto his shoulders.
Felix turned back to the screen, raised an eyebrow, and Changbin's stomach dropped.
f*ck.
"I see you're intent on not listening to orders.”
Instead of cursing at him, Felix's tone was stern, and it somehow affected Changbin even more than before.
"I-I'm so sorry, Mistresses, I forgot," he had to avert his gaze from Felix’s piercing eyes. “I’m so f*cking stupid.”
An amused grin appeared on Felix’s face. “Go on.”
Changbin felt his entire upper body burning up. "I'm so stupid, just a dumb, perverted animal, I'm not worthy to be sitting in front of either of you…"
He trailed off, distracted by a small whimper that came from Hyunjin. He then noticed how Felix's hand was now down below the camera angle, his arm movements matching Hyunjin's twisted expression.
Changbin sputtered. "N-no amount I send you will be good enough, ever, all I'm good for in life is spending my money and I can't even manage to do that--"
Hyunjin's brow twisted together, little moans escaping his lips, and Felix's arm moved faster and faster. Changbin crossed his legs and rubbed his thighs together, desperate for the slightest amount of friction he could give himself without getting caught.
"You're right, pig, at least you know your place," Felix said in that same stern tone. “This gorgeous whor* here deserves much better, I don't understand why he chose a vermin like you when he could've had his pick of the world."
Hyunjin clung to Felix’s arm, burying his face in his neck, his upper body shaking with every twist of Felix’s hand.
“You’re clearly not even that rich, or good at f*cking, look at how your pretty thing is falling apart for me,” Felix looked down at Hyunjin who’d started sucking on his neck, leaving a pretty little bruise on his skin. “I should keep him, save him from an ugly c*nt like you.”
Changbin felt tears pricking at his eyes, and at this point he didn’t know if it was from shame or his intense arousal. He wanted Felix to degrade him more, to take everything he had. “I-I know, Mistress, I know, you should, you should--” he babbled.
“Can’t even speak now, huh? I haven’t even touched you, and you look like you’re about to f*cking cum.”
Changbin groaned in pain, if he could only just reach down and touch himself once--
“You know what I want, right?” Felix interrupted.
“M-my money,” Changbin panted out.
“And how much do I want, you stupid bitch?”
Changbin gulped, “All of it.”
With a shaky hand, Changbin managed to look up at his screen, and he copied the number in his bank account, pasting it into Felix’s. After taking a deep breath, cherishing the feeling, he clicked send.
“That’s right, paypig.”
Changbin’s org*sm hit him like a tidal wave, and he came hard in his pants, completely untouched. His body went still and he threw his head back, moaning long and low, his lower body quivering with his release. Through his brain fog, he heard Hyunjin moan Felix’s name loudly through the speakers, while shaking and clinging to him for dear life.
When Changbin had mostly recovered, he saw droplets of white on Hyunjin’s heaving chest, his entire upper body pink with the afterglow.
Felix cleared his throat. “Your time is up, so I’d suggest you straighten yourself out before filing for bankruptcy. Now if you’ll excuse me, 'Binnie',” he said, his tone venomous,“I’m not done with him yet.”
“W-wait, Hyunjin, baby?” Changbin mumbled, only slightly starting to come up.
Hyunjin didn’t even look at him, just clung to Felix as he stood from the screen, their faces now out of frame.
“Shut up and f*ck off.”
With that, Changbin’s screen went black, his dumbfounded expression reflecting back at himself.
He was already hard again.
