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Namjoon can't think straight.
His life has a been a mess these last few months; pulling all-nighters to complete essays and assignments, finals are in another couple of months, his hot-as-fuck Business professor has been giving him "fuck-me" eyes, clubs and extracurriculars bringing him up, down, left and right for activities. Goddamn me, Namjoon thinks, for having such a big brilliant brain. On campus he is in high demand for being the whiz kid, parents wanting their kids to be friendly with "Top 1% Kim Namjoon". Namjoon groans as he lands face down on his bed, groaning in frustration. The young man is reminded of his number one factor of stress, persistent where it rests in his briefs.
Oh yeah... That...
Namjoon hasn't gotten off in three months and it is driving him fucking insane. His bitch of a roommate always bursts in the minute Namjoon's ready to nut, pants around his ankles, stroking furiously. He's got one of the worst cases of blue balls he's ever seen in his life, not counting the one time he witnessed Taehyung's mental breakdown when the older walked in on him masturbating in the bathroom of Namjoon's dorm. Namjoon stops his thoughts there not wanting to relive the short-comings of his fellow lad. The twitching of his stiff cock in his jeans reminds him of how said jeans need to come off like, now. Namjoon rips off his trousers, boxers flying off with them and sits on his comfy bed, wondering how to solve his "hard" problem. He can almost see the imaginary light bulb that blinks beside his peach-coloured hair.
Pornhub, a man's best friend in the most dire times of need.
The young man reaches into his bedside table, retrieving his trusty-but-three-quarters-empty lube and grabs his laptop. He adjusts the pillows behind him and settles into a comfortable position. His roommate has gone to her parent's house in Busan for the week so he should be able to wank in peace. Namjoon scrolls through the website not finding much interest in the "SLUTTY TWINK GETS FUCKED ROUGH BY HOT BEAR"'s or the "DADDY TEACHES STEPSON A LESSON"'s. His porn feed is looking kind of dry until... Holy Shit. Namjoon opens the video in a new tab, squirting some of the pineapple-flavoured lube (what? it was on sale, alright. don't judge him.) onto his fingers and turning the volume up to one hundred.
The video begins with a slender but toned man dressed formally, tying up an older looking man with a special-looking kind of rope. The video suddenly cuts to the older man begging for his orgasm while the dominant strokes him hard and fast. Namjoon's mouth waters and his eyes widen in surprise. Oh shit, that looks good. Namjoon can't help but lean closer to the laptop screen. The video continues with more short clips of different scenes until the final cumshot and Namjoon is ready for that shit, fist pumping his dick. As soon as the older man in the video screams in orgasm the video fades to black, with a small message on the screen that tells him he has to pay to view the whole forty-five minutes of the scene. The young man feels like screaming as well, opting to yell out "Take my money, goddamn it!" instead.
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Five hours later, an empty container of lube and two hundred dollars broker, Namjoon lies on his bed in a disheveled state. He isn't sure what happened after he purchased his seventh video but he somehow has cum in his hair so, yeah, fun times. Man, his wrist is killing him and he's sure his ass got flatter from sitting here for so long. Through his lust-stricken haze, the peach haired man notices a message pinned to the top of the channel's feed. "PLEASURE DUNGEON IS LOOKING FOR HOT MEN TO STAR IN OUR VIDEOS. PLEASE CONTACT US AT *** *** **** OR DM US ON INSTAGRAM FOR MORE INFORMATION."
Namjoon shouldn't, right? He has a bright future ahead of him as the CEO of his father's software company and if something like this ever got out to the public, Namjoon would be shunned. His family name would most likely be ruined and he would be disowned. The young man contemplates his decision, thinking back to all the people who kiss his ass, let him get away with everything he says and treat him like a king. That's not what he wants. He wants someone to manhandle him, put him in his place, smack him around for talking back at them.
Meh, the peach haired boy thinks, whatever. He reaches for his phone that landed on the floor in the middle of his jerk-fest and dials the number of the website.
"Hello, This is Master Jung's Pleasure Dungeon. Kang Seulgi speaking."
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Namjoon finds himself sitting across from possibly one the sexiest men he's ever met in his life in a bibimbap restaurant booth somewhere in Seoul. The younger man couldn't help the way his jaw dropped when he first saw Jung Hoseok in person, the older man shaking his hand firmly and smiling with a thousand watt smile. This cannot be the same guy that he watched edge a man until he cried. Namjoon stutters an introduction, stunned at the duality of this man. He even tells Namjoon to just call him 'hyung' for fuck's sake. How could someone hold such an intimidating aura while brightening up the room by one-thousand per cent. Namjoon breaks out his stupor when he realises that "Hoseok-hyung" is asking him a question.
"W-what? Sorry, could you repeat the question?" Hoseok lets out a light chuckle, adjusting the circular glasses on his face and removing a wool knit beanie from his auburn coloured head. "Namjoon-ah, you don't have to be shy about what you want. I asked you why you requested my services, that's all." Namjoon is glad that Hoseok took his bizarre behaviour as being shy and he is quick to reply to the older man, "No, no I'm not shy, don't worry. I just... I want someone to own me. To put me in my place, to make me beg until I can't speak. I want that, no, I need that." The young man feels like he's run a marathon when he completes his rant, cold sweat dripping down his back, hands quivering slightly on his thighs. He just told a complete stranger his deepest, darkest secret. Fuck.
Hoseok leans back in his corner seat staring intensely at the boy in front of him, deep in thought. Namjoon squirms slightly under the man's scrutiny and holy shit, his duality is on another level. Namjoon has quickly learned that Hoseok can go from Sunshine™ to serious and businesslike. As Hoseok opens his slightly pouted lips to speak, the server comes with their food. "Let's chat about this more after dinner, okay?" the older man gives Namjoon a dimpled smile and the younger man nods coyly in reply.
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Namjoon stands in his assigned position, naked and bent over at the waist. His hands grasp his calves and his head faces the ground beneath him. His chest is flushed and his nipples are swollen from the clamps that are fastened tightly around them. The masquerade eye mask placed over his face fails to hides the blush that has risen to his face ever since the scene started. The position is slightly humiliating, leaving nothing to the imagination. Thank God I shaved before this, the young man muses to himself in his head. He feels a slight stretch in his limbs where he stands but he enjoys the feeling of the vulnerability that fills him.
Namjoon's thoughts are cut off by the clicking of shoes that are headed in his direction. He's filled with a sense of anticipation, heart picking up its pace as the clicking gets closer and closer. The young man tenses slightly when a calloused hand runs up the back of his neck to cup his exposed ass cheeks. "What a filthy slut we've got here..." Master Jung breaks the silence in the room, hand stroking Namjoon's cheeks.
"Oh!" a smack fills the air, causing Namjoon to wobble slightly from the slap the older man lay on his right ass cheek.
It doesn't stop there, though. Master Jung continues to spank the younger man with his bare palm, alternating from left to right cheek. Namjoon can't help the choked moans and wails that leave his throat as he embraces the pleasure-pain that explodes in his ass. When it begins to feel like too much, Namjoon instinctually reaches his arm back to block the sharp hits to his backside. Master Jung is quicker though, grabbing the offending arm and dragging him into an upright position by his hair.
Namjoon lets out a pained whine at the stretch in his neck, the feeling of the older man's breath against his face makes his body tense and hot. Master Jung strikes his palm down onto his erect cock, making Namjoon jerk in surprise and let out a squeal of pain. "You think you can do whatever you want, huh slut? You're already being punished for being such a stubborn whore, do not make me angrier. Understood?" the threatening tone in Master Jung's voice sends a shiver of excitement through the young man's body, a harsh yank is given to the chain connecting the clamps on his sensitive nipples. Namjoon whines out a "Yes, Sir." in a high tone before he's shoved to the floor, landing harshly on his hands and knees.
"Get back in position before I make you, slut." Master Jung spits the words out through gritted teeth, his hazel eyes blazing intensely.
Namjoon scrambles back into his original position, legs spread wider to display his hunger for the older man. His cock hangs between his thighs, wet and leaking precome. Master Jung notices his erection and chuckles lightly, taking the dick into his hand and stroking harshly. "You're not supposed to enjoy your punishment whore." Namjoon's thighs tense for a moment, hips kicking forwards into the fist around his cock and letting out a needy whine. "Don't worry baby, Sir's gonna take good care of you now." The older man moves his hands to stroke over the younger man's flushed ass, spreading him open and landing a glob of spit right onto his hole.
Namjoon lets out a purring moan, pushing his ass back in a way to beg for more. "Hold yourself open for me slut, I'm gonna fuck that tight little hole real good." Namjoon whines wantonly at the salacious tone of Master Jung's voice, wiggling his hips in anticipation as he reaches back to hold himself open. Wet, sticky fingers push their way inside Namjoon's ass, pumping roughly. The younger man wails in pleasure when the digits press harshly against his swollen prostate, letting out broken pleas and groans.
It's almost as if time stops when the mushroom head of Master Jung's fat cock stretches Namjoon's hole open. He lets out a drawn out "fuck~" when the older man pushes his dick inside further, his hole swallowing the cock inch by inch. Master Jung teases his cock in and out, rocking his hips skillfully. Namjoon whines in frustration as he attempts to push his hips back, only to be stopped by the hands that grip his waist tightly. "You want all of my big dick inside you, baby... you're gonna have to beg for it."
Fuck, that's hot, a hot flush runs over Namjoon's body at the words and he whines pathetically. This is exactly what he wanted, to be made to beg, to be owned by someone. "Fuck, please Sir! I'll do anything, please just fuck me. Please fill me up with your fat cock, please Sir!" Master Jung lets out an animalistic groan before grabbing the submissive by his hair again and forcefully shoving him all the way down his dick. Namjoon's glad that he has a mask on his face because he's certain that the face he makes is incredibly embarrassing. His eyes cross and his mouth drops into an 'O' shape as he lets out a loud scream of ecstasy.
Master Jung has him bent over horizontally at the waist, hands gripping his hair so that the younger man's neck stretches back. The dick is so good that Namjoon doesn't know what to do with his hands, they just flail in the air as he grunts and groans from the intensity of the pleasure. Master Jung moves one hand down to the younger man's neck, momentarily cutting off his air supply. Namjoon's mind goes fuzzy as his entire body starts to shake, he's so close he can taste it. The constant pressure against his prostate sends him into a frenzy, body trembling harder and mouth opening in a silent moan.
Namjoon's world whites out as he comes untouched, a scream ripping out of his lungs as Master Jung releases his throat. Electricity races through his veins from head to toe, eyes rolling back into his skull. His thighs shut and his legs collapse beneath him from the power of his orgasm. Master Jung holds him up by his hair and roughly fucks him through his orgasm, the younger man's body jerking from the overstimulation. "Puh-please! Please stop~ I-I can't!" Namjoon whines out, voice shaking from the power of Master Jung's thrusts. He can already feel another orgasm building in his gut and he doesn't know if he'll be able to handle it.
"If you thought you could cum without permission, then you can cum as many times as you want to, whore." Master Jung growls menacingly into Namjoon's ear, panting heavily as he never slows his harsh thrusts. The older man's fist wraps around his leaking cock, rubbing over the sensitive tip and frenulum. His other hand toys with Namjoon's swollen nipples, the younger man lets out a cry of pain from all of the overstimulation. Namjoon shudders and his hole clenches tightly around the bare cock that fills him so well.
It isn't long before Namjoon feels another release coursing through him. It's so intense that it hurts, it's gonna kill him, he can fucking feel it, he's so close. The combination of the wet, squelching noises that his hole makes, the slapping of skin and against skin, and Master Jung's wild grunting and groaning sends Namjoon over the edge.
His body locks up again, the intensity of his release sends him flying. His hips rock back and forth between both stimuli that he's receiving from Master Jung. His cock spurts out white jets of cum, spilling all over his belly and Master Jung's hand. His entire body quakes as he orgasms, only able to let out breathy whines and pathetic sobs of pleasure. Master Jung works him through his orgasm, stroking the younger man's cock at a leisurely pace as he comes down from his high.
He lets out a soft whine from the sensitivity when Master Jung pulls out of his aching hole. "Get on your knees whore." The dominant orders, his voice thick with lust. Namjoon shudders once again, dropping harshly to his knees in front of the older man. He feels his softening cock jerk in response to Master Jung's degradation. The younger man opens up his lips, sticking his tongue out to invite the dominant into his mouth. His red rimmed eyes reach the older man and Namjoon nearly moans when his eyes meet Master Jung's wet cock, long and thick with precome beading at the throbbing head. The older man smirks when Namjoon licks his swollen lips subconsciously. "Yeah baby, you want Sir's cock in your whore mouth don't you?" The submissive only whines desperately, sticking his tongue out further and squirming in his place on his knees.
A hot spike of pleasure runs through Master Jung as he takes in the younger man's now-hard cock twitching in his lap. He feeds Namjoon his dick roughly, slightly gagging the younger man. Namjoon hollows his cheeks around the thick cock in his mouth, eyes fluttering at the hot, heavy feeling that he hasn't enjoyed in a while. The taste of Master Jung's dick between his lips is driving him crazy, he hasn't been so cock-hungry like this in so long. The older man is still fully dressed, to add to Namjoon's embarrassment.
"Fuck baby, you're being such a good whore for me, aren't you? Love this big dick in your mouth hm?" Master Jung drawls in a dark, lust-filled tone, fucking deep into the younger man's mouth. Namjoon can only moan in reply, taking the dick in his throat so well. He chokes slightly causing saliva to bubble around his plump lips and tearing a guttural moan out of Master Jung.
The older man takes Namjoon's head into his hands and pushes him further down his cock until his nose brushes against the button of his leather trousers. Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut as his oxygen is cut off, struggling to breathe through his nose while his mouth is full of so much cock. Master Jung smacks Namjoon's cheek harshly, "Fuckin' look at me, slut." He commands in a rough voice. Namjoon opens his eyes as best he can, peering through the slightly tilted eye mask with teary eyes. It's as if something snaps inside Master Jung when he makes eye contact with Namjoon, his usual composure breaking when he shakily yells out a "Fuck!" and starts to thrust his hips frantically. He holds Namjoon's head in place, his heavy balls slapping against the younger man's chin, a sloppy trail of saliva creeping down his balls. The filthy, vulgar sounds of sex fill the room, Namjoon's loud, guttural choking and the wet slap, slap, slap of Master Jung's balls against the younger's face.
"Fuck! I'm gonna fuckin' come!" The dominant yelps, tearing Namjoon's mouth off of his cock. The younger man gasps in a deep breath of air, coughing noisily as he regains his oxygen. Master Jung strokes his spit slicked dick furiously as his orgasm builds in his gut, grabbing Namjoon's wrist with his free hand and bringing it to his cum filled balls. "Open your slutty mouth, lemme cum all over that pretty face." Master Jung speaks in a strained, hurried tone. Namjoon complies, hands still toying the heavy balls, too far gone to think about anything but tasting the older man's cum.
The almost pained moan that leaves Master Jung when he reaches his release sends a wicked thrill into Namjoon's gut. He feels the first warm shot of cum slide down his throat as the older man's cock spurts cum sporadically. Shot after shot lands all over Namjoon's face, throat and chest and he lets out a loud moan. Master Jung groans throatily through his powerful orgasm, knees buckling slightly as his fist squeezes his shaft under the head of his pulsating cock, emptying his balls all over the younger man beneath him. When Namjoon's plump lips suck at Master Jung's sensitive head, the older man vibrates from the overstimulation. He watches the younger man rub his fingers through the cum coating his face and suck them into his mouth teasingly.
"Fuck..." Master Jung feels his cock twitch in response when he sees that Namjoon has come untouched once again.
"Okay~... cut!"
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Hoseok carries Namjoon bridal style to the bathroom after their scene, holding the younger man close. "Hyungie you didn't have to carry me here, y'know?" Namjoon slurs sleepily into the older man's neck. Hoseok just snorts a little laugh, placing Namjoon into the ready-made bathtub. He sneaks in behind him and hums a little when the warm water hits his naked skin. "Just relax, okay baby? Hyung wants to make his baby boy feel special." Hoseok's warm tone makes Namjoon feel things and he giggles shyly into the older man's bare chest. Hoseok wraps his strong arms around Namjoon's body, placing a soft kiss on his temple. The smell of rose and lemon is relaxing as both men take comfort in the silence that fills the bathroom.
Hoseok takes his time scrubbing Namjoon's body from head to toe, focusing on raking his fingers through peach hair when he hears the younger's soft sighs of satisfaction. When the bathtub runs slightly cold, the older man helps Namjoon out of the tub and into the shower. Their wandering hands and lingering eyes lead to a quickie in the shower filled with slow hands and sweet whispers of praise, leaving both men even more satiated.
When they both get dressed Hoseok hands Namjoon a bag of aftercare essentials, leaving the younger with a soft kiss and a wish of good health.
As soon as Namjoon reaches the reception he immediately books another appointment. "I'm sorry Mr. Kim but Master Jung isn't available for the next two weeks." The pretty receptionist lady tells him and Namjoon is ready to give up hope. "But.." She trails off as the young man turns to leave. He eyes the woman, Seulgi, inquisitively. "Master Park has an opening for next Tuesday. I can notify him if you would like me too." Namjoon immediately nods in affirmation, "That would be amazing." He tries hard not to sound too excited but is sure he failed.
Namjoon leaves the building with a new appointment and a bounce in his step. He's got a good feeling about Master Park.