A story about K-pop stars craving white cock. Some names may seems oddly familiar.
Contains: orgy, white/Asian, old/young, pussyboys, chastity, fisting, piss, drugs. Knowledge of k-pop terminology helps but isn't required.
K-Pop Slut Boys Get Fucked
Yesterday, the members of Korean pop craze Monday2Friday had celebrated their third album along with their fans, named "Dailies", who'd each shilled crazy money to get a high five and gush over them for ten seconds.
In moments like those, Minsu truly felt like God's favorite, as his Dailies lovingly called him.
Today held a different contractual duty.
Luxury hotels always provided excessive amounts of space, the penthouse's bedroom accommodating a king sized bed along with two lounges that could have been full beds in their own right. It hadn't stopped the five men from jockeying for the best spot on principle.
Monday2Friday's eldest member S.Core had claimed most of the bed for himself. With a strong, powerful build and a square jaw he was almost too beef-cake-y for the k-pop industry.
His hazel-dyed hair, seeming even softer atop his pale skin, along with large eyes and red lips, helped S.Core stay marketable as a teen heartthrob even at 21. He blamed his love of soccer for the thickness of his lower body which added curviness to the otherwise sharp masculinity.
(Any time the stylist put S.Core's glutes in tight pants, Minsu asked for something more daring – sleeveless, crop top, open shirt. Whatever pulled Daily eyes back to him.)
As team leader, S.Core projected an image of a strict, hard-to-please top dog, with just enough hints of softness to keep the Dailies crazy for him.
If the fandom could see him now, without the pecker, all that careful image building would be fucked.
S.Core had his legs spread, his smooth, artificial pussy lube-slick and dildo-widened. He fucked himself in the ass with a much bigger pink tool that reached his third hole, an edge of desperation on his face.
Bands of pink ribbons decorated his knee-high, translucent socks and the choker around his thick, short neck. Another pink ribbon sat firmly in his hair.
It helped S.Core get in the mood. Officially the "S" stood for Solar - on nights like these it meant sissy.
Seeing how far S.Core was already pushing his ass, triggered Minsu's competitive nature. He wasn't ready to go bigger yet, so he fucked himself faster instead, making eye contact with the leader and blowing a kiss.
S.Core made a two fingered up-your's gesture, then his gaze snapped to the door.
Minsu sat up, expecting their manager AJ to say something. AJ had entered but was only looking at his phone. He wore a vest that said "staff" and didn't close over his naked tummy.
Minsu's eyes were drawn to the cargo shorts as if he could see the manager's dick through the pants. Clearly, AJ's "special tea" was kicking in for him.
Apropos... those ultra-deep moaning sounds... Winner was switching to a bigger toy.
Already sitting up, Minsu checked on the member sharing his lounge while continuing to fuck himself open.
Winner had his knees on the floor and his chest on the lounge. As the regrettably straight member, he enjoyed the privilege of a fuckmachine and some company approved porn on AJ's tablet.
Long limbed and slender, but just serious enough about the gym, Winner was the "dark, mysterious, stoic" type who the stylists couldn't pile enough leather jackets onto. Catperson and bookworm, those were all the Dailies really knew about him. Winner hardly needed to give more, with his face and body landing modeling contracts and brand deals without end.
(Minsu had more of both, though. Slightly.)
Minsu ruffled Winner's black hair between the cat ears of the headband. "How's our kitten-hyung holding up?"
Winner looked up from the tablet where a Japanese twink was getting bear ravaged. His light skinned, ultra-pretty face was distorted by the ring gag keeping his mouth open. Within it was a removable ball gag with a slit shaped like a pussy. Winner drooled from the black plastic cunt, eyes glassy. The extra scoop of "sugar" in AJ's tea was helping the straight kitty relax.
Minsu reached over and ran his hands along the lean, narrow back. He gave Winner a pat on the ass, and increased the machine's fuck speed. The stoic man groaned abyss-deep through his mouth pussy, his ass and package jiggling.
Winner wore a black Cobra N, which he only used in the lead up to these events. Winner was naturally blessed with the smallest peen in Monday2Friday.
(Minsu was still figuring out how he'd leak that information credibly if he ever saw reason to. Of course he adored his members, venerated them, practically. But this was still a popularity contest and Winner had way sharper abs.)
Minsu finally switched to a bigger plug with a dramatic, beautiful sigh. (When his sighs on the Gentle Breeze EP had been called beautiful online, he'd practiced sighing for a week.)
No matter how many plugs he went through, however, there was no catching up to Dash.
Supine on the other lounge was their maknae - the groups' youngest member.
Dash was boyish even for a k-pop artist, his face, body and sometimes mannerism making him even younger than he was. Fake blond and angelic to death.
He'd almost been left out of the group, not quite finished with school by the time of debut. But he had agreed to hand boss total control, becoming a pussyboy even ahead of S.Core.
"That's our little Dash again," Minsu said, "working double time. Always setting an example."
"Thanks, hyung," Dash moaned as he double-dildo fucked himself, one for each hole, opening himself like he was going to be god's own cocksleeve.
And he was easily the most talented and driven guy in M2F, working when everybody else was ready to drop.
Suddenly holding both dildos deep within his ass and his fake pussy respectively, Dash was apparently orgasming already, his face scrunched up so cutely it gave Minsu a spark of envy. He started turning red.
"Breathe," Minsu said with a chuckle. "Don't get knocked out from the Dash-gasms."
"Yes, hyung."
In contrast to the youthfulness, Dash wore a leather harness across his slim chest and a matching choker to establish a more experienced vibe.
To the noise of Winner's dark grunts, S.Core's softer gasps and Dash's mini-moans, Minsu went one plug size up and added his own sounds.
(After their company boss had told him not to whine so much, he'd practiced moans, listening back to them, refining, rechecking.)
AJ wasn't budging yet.
Minsu rose – plug digging around within him - and waddled to the one member who wasn't making a sound.
Rhyme sat on the edge of the bed, his ass just far enough off the mattress he could dip a plug in and out of his hole.
The half white Rhyme was a wasian Michelangelo statue come to life. Long limbed and slender in a way that would have looked scrawny on less ideal proportions, with a face elegant as fuck (and without as much as a single scalpel cut) and with a casualness that made people think he was from California rather than Melbourne.
(He was tied with Minsu for most beautiful Monday2Friday member in most Daily circles. However, Minsu had been voted #3 most popular k-pop artist among gays, where S.Core was #16 and the other members even further behind. Good enough.)
Rhyme wore metal. Leather-cushioned wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, and his custom urethral cage, with only a thin titanium line visible if you really looked, leading to the ring - most of the "cage" inside him. The key dangled on AJ's lanyard.
(Minsu had considered a cage like that, the minimalism making it hot as fuck, but he was too afraid of piercing needles.)
Rhyme preferred a more punk aesthetic than a k-pop company was comfortable with but he'd been allowed a brow piercing and nipple rings as long as he never showed his chest in public. The Dailies had clued in, recently. Too many thin shirts.
The half-Aussie mostly expressed his rebellion with psychedelic clothes. The sneakerhead had picked rainbow running shoes today, the most colorful object in the room.
(When Rhyme's riotous colors got too much attention, Minsu requested his own hair get dyed something wild. For whatever reason, Rhyme couldn't stand hair dye.)
"Spacing out, Rhyme?"
The second youngest in M2F snapped around to face Minsu. He answered in English. "Uh, just getting' my cunt in the mood, bro." He switched back to Korean. "But it doesn't take much. After two month locked, everything looks like tits, cunts and cocks."
Minsu patted the man on the hair he kept in a more western style and dropped himself between S.Core's thick legs, nuzzling his head just near the fake pussy.
With the scent of the leader's personalized cherry flavor lube in his nose, Minsu looked up at the mirror ceiling, laying eyes on his own perfect face.
Minsu's golden, evenly bronzed skin was beautiful on its own but contrasted excellently with the pale leader – the Dailies called them "vanilla caramel" or "gold marble". Minimal fillers had made his flawless features, uh, flawless-er.
He was the tallest member, tall even for a k-pop artist, but he didn't stand out so much it was an issue with choreo. He was probably more muscular than S.Core but his frame let him retain a boyishness second only to Dash.
He'd put the most effort into his attire tonight.
Crystal studded gold. Well, the gold was spray paint, since he'd had to buy it himself. All sparkling and shimmering to complement his perfect, big but slim, masculine but graceful body. An anklet, an earring, a flexible cockring where his soft dick rested.
The coup d'état was a wide collar, with little chains dangling, and a tag saying M2F underneath their logo – a five-ray sun halfway over the horizon line.
He was the ultimate idol, as their CEO had called him before fucking his face the first time.
Well, his abs could be sharper and his quads had grown slower than the adductors lately and his knees were weird and his shoulders weren't as broad as-
S.Core patted him on the cheek. "Hey little pup, looking good, looking ready."
Minsu beamed. It was a genuine smile but he was also trying to communicate "more more more".
Minsu wasn't straight, gay or bi. He was an attention whore. Girls complimenting his style? Journalists praising his rapping? The members humiliating him on national TV? Old men spitting in his face? He craved being seen.
Minsu placed a kiss on S.Core's thigh. "No one's looking more ready than you, slut."
S.Core took on the challenge. "You're already looking fucked out, overgrown corgi."
With how horny he already felt, Minsu went rock hard in a heartbeat. An okay 13 centimeter, looking smaller on his big body.
He could have opted for chastity, but where his members needed the buildup, it was optional to Minsu. He sometimes joked that he could cum on command, which wasn't far off.
(There'd been that time he'd kept loosing mini games against the others on a life broadcast and they'd bullied and teased him so much he'd creamed twice. He'd had to change his underwear in the car on the way to their photoshoot scheduled right after.)
"Okay bitches," AJ said. "Investors have settled in. We're getting this show on the road."
He'd used English, since these were American investors. Minsu's English was good enough these days, but his accent was too thick. He hoped it was one of the flaws that made him cuter.
The members slid off their various stretching toys with squelching slurps and put their hands together. "M2F, Fighting!"
They filed into the penthouse suit's living room by age, hand in hand, and stood in a neat row before the double sofas, with AJ behind them.
They wore extremely tiny panties with the M2F logo, tied with a bow on the side.
And they wore warm smiles of relief and glee. They all practiced those smiles. Winner's smile was a bit loopy. He had a blindfold on, the cunt-gag hanging around his neck.
Their latest title track from the Fifth Season album was playing, to be followed by more fuck-conductive rap, EDM, Trance...
Their other manager, TJ, had put up promo banners, showing the boys in intimidating poses, suggesting nebulous mystery, sanitized gang violence, or a fight for independence against nothing in particular.
Like this was some kind of fan meeting.
With eyes on him, Minsu effortlessly maintained his little erection.
The Americans wore animal masks across the eyes, topped by balding heads or gray hair, with their fat, rugged bodies wrapped in hotel bathrobes. Despite the nod to anonymity, Minsu could instantly tell which were new.
The big projector screen cycled thought M2F music videos, all fire and chains, dominance and rebellion. The TV showed episodes of their online show "On Weekends We...". It was Episode 23, where Minsu had delivered a paintball performance so competent he'd shocked himself.
AJ and TJ gave the okay.
Coquette S.Core oozed confidence as he counted them in. "Three, two, one."
Full English into. They'd practiced this one a zillion times.
In unison, the boys stretched the right hand forward, fingers splayed, the other hand raised into a tight bicep flex. "Annyonhaseo! We are M2F! Slide on in!"
S.Core undid his pantie and swiped it behind him, legs wide to let his cunt shine. He tapped the thumb of his still-splayed hand.
"Mondays are for lips that taste like cherry. I'm Choi Sang-Chul, call me S.Core, the sunshiny lead rapper."
The moment S.Core froze into a cutesy pose, Winner swiped his own pantie away and tapped his pointer finger.
With a voice deep as the abyss, the cat eared man said, "Tuesdays is for petting kitties. I'm Jang Won-Jun, call me Winner, M2F's low tone rapper. Meow meow."
AJ helped him put the pussy gag back in.
As Winner left his un-extended hand in a kitty pose, Minsu started. Pantie off, dick bouncing, bright smile, body subtly flexed. A tap on the middle finger, then his own chest.
"Wednesdays are for looking at Meee-nsu." (He liked the English into for letting him squeeze his name in. He was glad boss hadn't made them change their taglines for this album.) "I'm Kim Min-Su, high tone rapper and face of the group."
He gave his jaw a stroke, making bedroom eyes. With the seven investors this close he couldn't stare off into the distance, he had to make eye contact. He picked the familiar "Mister Tiger" as the most neutrally positioned.
Rhyme spoke English natively. His introduction felt utterly smooth. Minsu made his hard dick bob to draw attention.
"Thursdays are for dressing up," Rhyme said with a mix of energy and laid-back-ness. "I'm Choi Han-Sik, call me Rhyme. English rapper and multi-talent." He flicked both nipple rings and let his smile slide into a smirk.
Dash's voice wasn't quite as high as it had once been but still stood out as he touched his pinky. He rolled his body, almost seeming to turn liquid with insane body control.
"Fridays are for dancing. I'm Lee Cheng, call me Dash. Main dancer with an attitude. Maknae on top and-" He was allowed to deviate from the official intro. "-passionate pussyboy."
They all high-fived the air in front of them. "We are Monday2Friday!"
As it came up well timed on the playlist, they sang the chorus of their title track, "We Tear Down The Stage" (English name "Chili Pepper Firepower"), the lyrics coming as close to "suck my dick" as sanitized mass appeal allowed, a hymn of fierce, violent defiance in musical metaphor.
The five Korean rappers walked around, serving champagne and mineral water with smiles and winks while AJ and TJ handed out magic pills to the investor animals.
Bathrobe were opening as dicks hardened. Looking turned into groping.
The members found their places. Winner was being led by S.Core toward "Mister Wolf" (the hairiest animal, which was quite an accomplishment) who liked some reluctance play.
Minsu sat down with one thigh over that of the unfamiliar shark, the other over the well-acquainted tiger's. It was like two mall Santas gifting him what he wanted most – attention.
He threw his arms around their shoulders as their hands wandered his frame and tugged his jeweled collar's little chains.
He felt crazy beautiful like this. Dailies had said online that seeing him next to normal men was like a demigod stuck in a goblin swamp. He loved to stand out, to contrast. It made people look.
"Annyeong hyung-nim," Minsu said. (He could have gone with "hello gentlemen" or something but these guys wanted the Korean experience.) "So glad you could join us for the album celebration."
He caressed tiger as tiger flicked his nipples back. The animal flashed coffee-stained teeth. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, golden boy."
Minsu did his best to enunciate. "Especially glad to have you back, Tiger-nim. If this wasn't all such a secret I would have texted or called."
Meanwhile he kept one hand on shark's thigh, tantalizingly close to where the belly chub obscured the man's hard-on.
Tiger chuckled into Minsu's neck, beardburning him slightly. "Don't lie to me, boy."
Minsu giggled. People loved his giggles.
"I never lie, sir. I think about you lots. You were so sweet to me at the club."
"You were a fantastic pole dancer. Didn't know you had it in you, to swing our ass like that."
"Thank you sir, I'm so happy you liked it that much. I hope I can dance just for you some day."
"Fuck, you're really riling me up already, bitch."
Minsu had another one ready. "I would have worn the jockstrap you sent me – thank you so much for that – but some cherry-tasting guy stole it and... uh, a spot you can't find?"
"Misplaced?" tiger suggested.
More giggling, a bit more open mouthed and with eye contact, as if walls were coming down. "Yes, thank you, Tiger-nim, sir."
The accused jockstrap thief S.Core was cuddling up to owl. The oldest among these investors first tasted the leader's lips, then his vulva. Minsu knew exactly what owl was whispering to the pale, sunshine-smiling Korean – cherry was his favorite flavor.
The investor with the tiger mask was leaning more and more toward Minsu's face, one rough, worn hand on the golden pecs, the other playing with the chains on the collar.
But Minsu needed to make him crave it.
He turned to the other guy as if tiger had suddenly vanished. "But you're new, Mister Shark-nim. We're so happy to have your... investment, hehe."
Doing double entendre in a language he was only semi-decent at was clumsy but he figured his face was speaking for itself. His hand went to shark's dick at last and gave it a squeeze.
He looked down and let out a genuine gasp. "Shark-nim, you're huge."
"Just eight inches, pup, but the girth is giving some bitches a run for their money."
"Girth," Minsu repeated slowly. "Difficult word for me, haha, but sexy."
S.Core had two fingers in his cunt by now. Should Minsu win on speed or on teasing? Anything but first or last place didn't stand out.
Shark put his hand on Minsu's hand, which was rubbing the rod's glistening head. "How about thickness? Is that easier to say, pup?"
"Thickness," Minsu repeated. "Yes sir, thank you lots for helping me."
Shark leaned in more, his double chin trembling with anticipation.
Minsu let his eyes wander over shark's body with bedroom eyes. "Hm, I like your cologne, sir. Good choice."
At least American animals didn't all chain smoke like the Chinese ones.
"Ha, it's just what my wife likes."
"I have a lot of colognes from all the brand deals," Minsu said, leaning in while his free hand was with tiger instead. "You can try some new ones at my place if boss lets us."
He'd bring his company one-on-one money with at least one of these animals.
"You're such a greedy flirt, Minsu."
"Ah, thank you, Mis-"
Violent gagging noises.
Dash was first. His head was practically drowning between the fat, jungle-y thighs and belly rolls of Mister Bear, who'd chosen his animal well. Dash was gagging himself to the base with no need for bear to do a thing. The noises soon calmed down as Dash found a rhythm.
Shark was fascinated. "Fuck, that cuntboy is loving it. Hey Minsu, should I leave your ass behind and try pussy?"
A transparent attempt to make Minsu work harder for attention, but being jealous of his members was a bad look for the M2F brand. They only ever praised each other.
"Sure, why not?" Minsu said. "Dash has a great cunt. We've all, uh, ran him through? Is that how to say it?"
"All of you?"
"Yes, sir. Even S.Core before he got his own. It's fun."
Shark didn't know how to respond with anything but fidgeting.
Minsu bend down to get shark cock in his mouth but tiger pulled him back.
"Not so fast, pup. You're such an eager slut, aren't you?"
"Yes sir, Tiger-nim, Minsu is a slut for American cock. Can Minsu please suck cock."
Shark laughed. He whispered in Minsu's ear. "Such a good girl, always ready to ride daddy's dick."
Minsu could work with that. "Yes daddy. Minsu wants to be a good girl for daddy. Daddy's cock looks so big and tasty."
"Fucking slut. Dumb little bitch girl only thinking about cock."
Minsu felt his gift awaken. "I'm... I'm gonna cum... if you keep humiliating me, sir."
Tiger eyes met shark eyes. They whispered. "Slutty little girl." "Cock brained hole." "We'll show all your Dailies how much you crave daddy cock." "Bronzed himbo bitch."
Minsu wasn't entirely registering all that English. He got the vibe, though, and it was enough for him to flex that muscle everybody else swore was purely involuntary. A shot of thick, creamy cum burst onto his abs, followed by a dribble down his shaft.
Physically it wasn't much but mentally it was everything.
"Oh fuck fuck, yes." (The room needed to hear him. He'd practiced those "fucks".) "Oh fuck I'm cumming. Just from teasing, fuck."
It got him attention.
Bear was now face fucking Dash from above with the boy on the sofa, while finger-banging Dash's pussy. But he glanced over.
S.Core was giving owl a lap dance. Lion was making out with Rhyme who giggled in that unrestrained way that was clearly not practiced. Both owl and lion looked over.
Only wolf and alligator were too busy pinching and slapping Winner who was holding perfectly still on all fours. TJ hovered to make sure Winner wouldn't come away with marks visible on stage.
Tiger forced Minsu on the floor and beardburned his ass crack. Shark went down and started feeding Minsu his cock. It really was a girth beast. Minsu wasn't sure he could keep his teeth a hundred percent in check.
"Fuck me," S.Core said. "Please, fuck me. Ass.Core is ready. Ass.Core is desperate." He was incredibly good at sounding belligerent in a submissive way without being whiney.
Minsu could hear the groans of S.Core and owl as the penetration party started. The leader was riding reverse cowgirl, getting fucked in the cunt.
Not to be outdone, Minsu arched and reached back to spread his cheeks.
"If I may," said the voice of a suddenly appearing lion. He managed to be scrawny despite some chub and had a beard that couldn't have fit his face worse.
"Go on," tiger replied.
Minsu got to look back and saw lion lining up. "Yes sir, lion-nim, please fuck this pup hole."
There was no reason to start slow, they were all well prepared.
"You like that, k-pop whore boy?"
"Sir... kamsahamnida... neomu joha..."
Minsu was getting shaken. Lion was using his whole body to powertop into Minsu. Sucking shark was hard enough with the size of the tool, now he couldn't control the pace either. He almost fell into a vibrational trance.
After a minute or so, lion pulled Minsu up on the sofa, with them laying on their sides, lion pumping from behind. Minsu kept a leg in the air and twisted around to make out with the old but energetic man.
The eye masks were coming off as inhibitions left.
Tiger had gone over to fuck Rhyme instead, the half-white folded with knees nearly touching shoulders, the ankle cuffs linked to the collar while his hands were free to caress tiger's body.
The top kept both hands on Rhyme's neck, occasionally using one to slap the rapper, occasionally spitting in his mouth, frenching between thrust spurts.
(The first time this had happened, Minsu had wondered if he'd messed up, but as much as tiger liked to sample them all, he clearly liked talking to Minsu most.)
S.Core was also getting fucked on his back now, owl drilling into his asshole, fingering pussy and lips of the thick-thighed rapper. Owl towered over him, one foot forward, to put into S.Core's mouth when he wasn't sucking fingers.
(Seeing the leader's gloriously thick lower half, Minsu almost regretted talking S.Core into becoming a never-dieting, body positivity advocate, but at 5% less body fat then now, S.Core's definition had stolen the show too much.)
The much bigger bear had facefucked Dash so much, the boy already looked a bit destroyed but soldiered on with a loopy smile. He was almost doing a handstand, bear now jackhammering into him from above, fingering the pussy at the same time. Half twisting, Dash managed to lick bear's feet as instructed.
Seemed like the guys with the most stamina had found each other.
Winner had let his walls down - half according to plan, half as an effect of AJ brand sugar – after a lot of kissing, teasing, pinching. The blindfold was off and he was getting throat-fucked through the pussy-gag by wolf, his face vanishing between the forested, pallid legs. Alligator fucked him while ball spanking the orbs below the nano cage to get more of a reaction.
If any of them had known what investor meetings would entail, they'd have never signed the contract (except maybe Dash).
Minsu was so glad to have been deceived into this. The attention was delicious. He twisted around and met lion's tongue. It made lion pull the golden collar to force Minsu's face off the sofa, onto the floor.
He caught a glimpse of the projector wall where a different Minsu in a metal jacket was swinging a baseball bat at the camera for his part in the "Victory Never Ends" music video.
After a moment he realized lion's gaze was on the TV screen and episode 5 of "On Weekends We..." where a Minsu in fuckboy gym attire flexed his biceps for a gaggle of ecstatic Dailies.
Real Minsu now flexed his arched back and humped into lion's crotch, moaning. If his fans could see him like this, they would lose their minds. It worked on the investor. Lion restarted the assfucking and Minsu did his best to beg for harder thrusts.
God's favorite could do it all. Just why the CEO had called him the ultimate idol.
He hadn't listened in too much on the English conversations but the animals were trading bottoms all at once.
Tiger and shark were ganging up on the thrilled Dash. Shark's mega-dong going in anally and seemingly starting a chain of Dash-gasms. The boy's face contorted totally out of control. It was hot, yes, but Minsu would have tried to stay pretty, too.
Tiger was taking on Dash's pussy. The maknae vanished between the thick men, kissing and licking whatever skin was in reach.
Rhyme was still getting pounded with rainbow-sneaker-clad legs in the air, now by alligator. Did they like looking at his face that much? Then why weren't they treating Minsu this way, too?
Owl appeared in front of Minsu's recently vacated face, his reddened rod and wiry pubes glistening with the lube from within S.Core.
Owl ruffled Minsu's hair. "Sang-Chul was such a fun fuck. What's my big boy Min-Su going to be like?"
"Mister Owl-nim, sir, Minsu wants to be a good big boy for daddy. That's what M2F is all about. Slide on in, daddy."
The cherry flavor of S.Core's lube was a bit too sweet and artificial for Minsu so he tried to suck it off as quickly as he could. He got gagged hard enough that spittle and mucus were easy to come by.
He was pulled around to lay on his back, without owl cock ever leaving his mouth.
Someone fucked him in the ass and started spanking his balls. "What a dumb little slut." Wolf's voice. "Thinks it'll get to fuck with that tiny Asian dicklet. Too dumb to lock it like a good girl."
Minsu was rapidly getting hard. The pain in his balls was a bit distracting – wolf was snipping harder and more frequently than what Minsu enjoyed – but being overwhelmed was nice.
He started pumping his dick just by flexing while his hands remained on wolf and owl.
A Monday2Friday song came on in the playlist.
Lead singer S.Core was getting fucked by bear from behind, with the American sitting and the Korean in his lap bending down. He rapped along with the recording. "Look at me from all that way below, S.Core gonna be on top, I always told you so." He continued the Korean part until it was time for Rhyme.
Alligator's foot remained in Rhyme's face but stayed out of his mouth for the rap. Rhyme waved his hands like the chill rapper fuckboy he was. "M2F rulin' the world, ain't no motherfucker stop us. (Us!) My team blastin', bouncin', spittin', we the kings tonight, just trus'. (Trus'!)"
Winner's part came on but his gag was in and he was vibrating from lion's rapid fucking. He tried gag-mumbling along anyway and everyone laughed.
The others, including Minsu, were singing the fanchant along to punctuate Winner's non-sentences. "On top!... Don't stop!... Chillin'... Feelin'... that's me, that's me, Winner!"
Minsu had pulled off owl's dick since his part was coming up. He did the choreo along, as far as he could getting fucked. Plenty of Korean, then, "We on fire, ever higher. Lovin' life from the peak, got that alpha physique. You can't be more wronger, there's nobody stronger."
There was more Korean but owl pulled Minsu into a kiss. A bit awkward with Minsu on his back but the attention worked wonders. He was about ready.
"Oh fuck, Wolf-nim, sir, thank you so much for the great fuck. Owl-nim, you're so sexy, so tasty. Gonna cum. Daddy is so good to this little pup."
He'd started blabbering a bit early. He needed ten more seconds, but eyes weren't going to be on him for that long. Time to use the vocab lessons Rhyme had given him.
"Ffffuck my asscunt, gonna cum so hard, daddy. Rape this cunt bitch. Rape me, Wolf daddy, yes, fuck fuck."
The squirt reached to the top of Minsu's abs, while the follow up trickle was nicely spread around by the rhythmic fucking. Laughter, approving nods and an impressed owl making out with him.
S.Core groaned. From the splashes he was pissing himself. The crowd was pleased. Outshined by the sunny cherry, once again. On some level Minsu knew their "competition" was all in his head, but sometimes he wondered.
Minsu put on his most innocent voice. "Mister Owl, Mister Wolf, sir, this little puppy is all messed up with cum. What can we do about that?"
Wolf looked to the side and nodded.
Dash crawled up to them. He'd been double fucked so hard his legs were shaking even on all fours. Owl pulled Dash in by the blond hair and made him lick Minsu's abs clean.
Dash loved cum. It was the nectar of life to him and the recurring animals knew that. Minsu sweetly giggled as Dash's tongue danced over him. They wiggled in an improvised choreo, Dash's tongue "pulling" Minsu's abs into a wave like marionette strings.
The song ended and the playlist went silent. AJ clapped for attention. "Bitches and gentlemen, the bedroom is ready."
It wasn't a hard stop but the fucking wound down.
"Hey, where's this one from?" alligator asked. "I thought I'd seen all of them."
He was looking at the muted projector wall where Monday2Friday was singing a ballad, clad in pastel suits before a wall of flowers.
S.Core was extracting the lube-soiled ribbon from his hair. "It's an OST for a romcom, sir."
TJ, carrying water bottles, said, "They made some forays into bubblegum pop. Not so much these days."
"They still call us variety kings," S.Core said.
"Variety sluts, more like," lion said.
Some of the members giggled. Not Minsu. Laughing at jokes too bad made any laughter seem less sincere. Instead he leaned into alligator, almost shoving him with that "overlarge puppy energy" his fans loved about him.
"Oh wow, Mister Alligator, sir, you much have spent a lot of time learning about us. I'm impressed. Are you a Daily?"
The man chuckled. "Me? Well actually, is this a bad time to ask for an autograph for my daughter?"
A much better joke that Minsu was happy to be part of. He giggled and beamed and happy-waddled behind the investors.
Continuing the fan meeting theme, the managers had set up more photo banners in the bedroom, contrasting a hyper-virile bad boy Minsu with the fucked out, slutty real deal.
A few things stayed behind. The animal masks, empty glasses and a lot of lube that had dripped from holes. Also S.Core's knee highs had gotten ripped off.
"So I have a question about Cheng and Sang-Chul," lion said, leading the unsteady, gag-drooling Winner along. "Stop me if that's insensitive but how does a pussyboy become an idol?"
AJ scoffed. "Chengie will be happy to talk about that."
"Yes daddy, sir," Dash said. He was annoyingly good at English. "When little Lee Cheng joined the company they were actually looking for boys to secretly forcefem."
"Easier to control," AJ said. "Street casting isn't a perfect profiling method, though. It got complicated."
Dash leaned into an investor. "The k-pop thing was just to get the attention of gentlemen like you, sir. But then we were really good at it. Don't you agree? We got so popular that all the femming got canceled."
AJ hummed. "Not canceled, just on ice."
The bedroom had all shutters closed. Music came back on.
S.Core added, "But we were almost canceled after all the delays. I aged out of where they wanted to start. But being a pussyboy gives boss security. He can kill my career anytime."
"You better work hard then, slut," owl said. "Cause I want to see you again."
The leader gave the animal a hug. "Thank you, sir. I will."
He was shoved onto the bed for his efforts.
Lion led Winner to the prepared noose and put it around the member's neck. Winner was forced onto his tippy toes. His wrists were tied in the small of his back. Shark dick went into his ass.
Through the plastic cunt gag, the straight boy on drugs sounded like he was a pig getting slaughtered, all the dark depth of his voice replaced by panic. It was a bit unsettling but the member's knew he sounded like that when he was having the time of his life. He wasn't just losing control, he was shedding it.
Dash and S.Core lay on their backs, side by side on the bed. Their heads hung over the edge to suck anyone interested but mainly they had their legs on the shoulders of wolf and tiger. Wolf fucked S.Core's ass, one foot forward on the leader's face. Tiger fucked Dash into whichever lower hole.
Rhyme was put into a sling, the metal on his limbs making him easily snapped in. Owl was responsible for entertaining the ass of the rapper in sneakers, telling him to "take my massive cock, you dumb gook fuck," and having Rhyme praise daddy for the topping skills.
Bear shoved Minsu onto the bed, on all fours, wedged between his members, their faces looking at the ceiling past his hips. Bear fucked his way in.
Minsu let out his pretty moans. "Oh yes Mister Bear-nim, wreck my hole, it's burning so good. It's... oh, shit, it is burning. Warming lube?"
"Tingling lube," bear corrected. "You moan so pretty. I want to hear more."
Minsu's cock went painfully hard. He moaned more. "Sir... daddy... yes."
"You're such a good girl, slut. With your whorish jewelry, letting every white men ram it into your tight hole."
Somehow the words worked even better than they should have. Minsu felt his "involuntary" muscle tense. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, bear, sir. O-odi..." His English failed briefly. "Where do you want your slut to cum, sir?"
Bear grabbed S.Core's and Dash's hair with his massive hands and pushed their faces underneath Minsu.
With a held breath and a flex, Minsu sprayed whatever cum bear fucked out of him onto his members. Cum-lover Dash licked the rod clean and kissed S.Core's face spotless.
Splashes and high-pitched, breathless whimpers told Minsu that Winner was pissing himself with shark cock pleasure.
"Uuuuh," Bear said. "Unloading. Take my cumshot k-cunt."
"Yes sir, thank you so much Mister Bear, please please please."
"N-no," Dash said with playful despair. "Give me the cum, daddy. Jebal... juseyooo..."
The huge man pumped into Minsu with a chuckle and a sigh. As soon as he pulled out, Dash was licking the rod and Minsu's dripping ass crack.
Meanwhile alligator had appeared and face fucked S.Core who was still getting anal from tiger.
Minsu turned over, meeting his own fucked-out gaze on the ceiling mirror and broke into a chuckle – barely controlled. "Jeongmal daebak... Minsu is wrecked, sir, but a good girl can always take more."
He had said it to the room as a whole and as he'd hoped he was getting attention. Alligator left the leader's ass and dipped into Minsu's throat. Ha, a score against S.Core as he liked to say. The cherry flavor was a lot more subdued now – a win all around.
Wolf creamed into Dash and let the maknae have the cum load out of his own ass.
"So where's the tat on this one?" bear asked. He was groping and looking over Minsu. "They all got one, right?"
"Yes sir," S.Core said. "We all have a little M2F tattoo. Even the Dailies haven't seen all of them."
"Yours is clear as day, slut," owl said, now joining by the bed.
S.Core had M2F written above the mound, here his pubic hair had been before removal.
"Pussy on Ass.Core, ankle on the mixed cunt," Owl commented. "Where is it on the little one?"
Not enough eyes on Minsu. He giggled with his most innocent voice. "On his foot sole. It's almost rubbed off. But I bet you won't find mine."
The men met the challenge and half a dozen hands roamed Minsu while alligator finished into him. He giggled his heart out, fighting them weakly.
As they were about to turn him around, tiger had an idea even while fucking into S.Core, still. He pried Minsu's mouth open and dug his fingers around everywhere. "Gotcha."
It said M2F on the inside of Minsu's lower lip.
(The tattoo had hurt enough he blamed half his fear of piercings on it.)
"Wow, Mister Tiger. Nobody has figured that out. You're amazing. Isn't it clever?"
"Yeah yeah, ugh I'm cumming." Tiger unloaded into S.Core's guts. "Take that you clit bitch."
"Kamsahamnida, sir, Mister Tiger," S.Core mumbled with playful submission. "My cherry lips are yours to wreck."
Praising noises came from the crowd.
(That had been a great sentence. Minsu would have to ask Rhyme to figure out something equivalent for him.)
Before Minsu could do anything to regain the upper hand, Rhyme squeal-screamed in his sling. Lion had managed to get his fist into the half-Aussie.
Rhyme was going crazy with joy and struggle.
"Okay," Minsu said, overly loud, "time to get serious for the rest of us, too." He tried to sit up but wolf was there to push him back into the mattress by the jeweled neck.
"Not so fast, bitchboy," wolf said. "Mister Tiger solved your riddle, you owe him a wish. Don't we agree?"
"Yes of course sir, thank you for reminding. This pup is too silly."
Shark had finally creamed into Winner and lowered the noose. As Winner stopped clenching, the cumshot dribbled out. Dash crawled off the bed to start licking the floor over there.
"You've not been much of a pup tonight," tiger said. "Bark a little while I think of my wish."
Minsu giggled. "Arf arf." Then with more confidence. "Arf! Grrrrrarf!"
"What kind of dog is he?" shark asked, helping Winner out of the predicament bondage.
Minsu giggled some more. "The Dailies can't make up their mind. It changes every..." He pretended to count on a splayed hand. "...Wednesday." He folded all but the middle finger to flip off the men around him.
Serval men called him a bad pup and began slapping him, pushing him down by the neck. He fought them weakly, barking more aggressively. The slaps got harsh, ringing his skull. Tiger put his feet on Minsu's face to keep him down. Minsu giggled and barked through the prison bars of toes, licking them playfully.
S.Core leaned in and whispered in Korean. "Such a good puppy princess. Everyone's looking only at you."
"Bad doggy, we'll punish you." "S.Core-daddy's sweet little pup." "Dumb dog bitch only good for breeding." "Lovely little Labrador. Beautiful Beagle baby." "Fucking dumb sloppy cunt pup licking alpha cocks." "We're all enjoying seeing such a happy puppy."
He owed S.Core one for this wonderful experience. They were a great team after all.
Minsu felt the orgasm approach. Not just a handsfree cumshot but a no-touch orgasm. His face slipped out of tiger's feet and he lost control of his expression for split second, mostly from surprise. He saw his grimace in the ceiling mirror. The vulnerability gave him a rush of panic that made him despair for the safety of feeling desirable.
He pulled his knees in but annoyingly nobody was lined up to fuck him right away. He managed to make himself look just unhinged enough to still stay pretty in the mirror. "Fuck fuck I'm cumming. Arf arf Grrrr Arf!"
It was only a trickle, not enough left for a shot, but enough to pool between his abs and excite the crowd.
Dash was instantly by the bedside to clean it up but bear pulled him back by the collar. "One second, cumslut."
Bear slurped the shot off Minsu's abs and forcefully spat it into the tall rapper's tan face. Minsu flinched, then giggled. "Thank you, Mister Bear-nim. This puppy loves to mess around."
Dash got to kiss and lick Minsu's face clean but the animals were whispering to each other.
Someone pushed Dash to stay on all fours, his face above Minsu who was still on his back. S.Core's face was pushed toward them on the other side. Were the three supposed to make out or...
Tiger was first to start pissing, followed by wolf. The team of Monday, Wednesday and Friday let as much as possible hit their tongues. Alligator pissed all over them from behind. Bear shoved Dash's face into his crotch and made the boy actually swallow the stream.
TJ supplied wipes and towels to the white men and their smiling piss bitches.
Meanwhile the animals congregated around Winner who was back in a much looser noose, now with ankle spreader. A large Y-plug had spread his ass while Shark had been busy elsewhere but now the animal was working a fist into the straight member's ass. To his credit, Winner arched perfectly.
Rhyme had been getting bliss-out fisted the whole time. He was again too quiet when he zoned out.
Minsu used the moment to fix his hair in the ceiling mirror.
Someone's hand slapped his ass. He rolled over to see tiger and made himself beam brightly. "Have you come up with a wish, Tiger-hyung. This pup really wants to make you happy. You're such a good top."
"You don't have a dick cage handy, do you?"
"We do," AJ answered for the rapper.
Minsu felt conflicted but kept his smile wide. He dropped to his knees. "Wow, thank you, sir. That's a really good idea. That's exactly what this pup wants. You're great, thank you."
Afraid he'd laid it on a little too thick, he leaned down to kiss tiger's feet. Meanwhile he flexed his own thighs to make sure his semi-erection was going away. He slipped out of the loose, bejeweled cockring.
Minsu's chastity cage was gold, studded with crystals – obviously. It was a customized Cobra S. He couldn't go smaller without a piercing to secure it.
He struggled into it with shaky hands.
And struggle was the right word. He was disappointed nobody rushed to help but that might have made it worse. He had no practice with the cage, too horny to need them.
By the time Minsu was "dressed", Rhyme had felt the fists of most animals, except the ones with the biggest hands – bear, lion and shark.
Shark was preoccupied with Winner's hole instead, popping past the knuckles. Full body shakes ripped through the bound low tone rapper.
Both fisting stations were getting more serious. Staying in for longer, pumping, moving deeper. The two fist bottoms' moans filled the space, drowning out the music.
With natural confidence, Minsu moved to the slings and pulled himself up. "Hyung-nim! Can someone please help this puppy? Arf arf."
Several man helped him put one thigh into each sling and make them comfortable, then tied his wrists into the other two slings.
Once secured, the animals and staff pulled him up into the air. Minsu was left slowly rotating, wrists near his head, legs spread wide and angled, open and vulnerable.
Owl was first, slipping in casually, just to feel out the territory. Minsu moaned and barked. He naturally had a loud voice (he was good enough at toning it down he was no longer getting scolded for it unless that was his angle) and now let himself sound it out with his whole chest.
Arching to be pretty, he barked as owl's entire fist made it in easily. Then came depth. He just had to take it slow. It was starting to feel amazing, though, so his sanity was slipping. His English too but he hoped that was cute.
"Sir... so good... so much fuck... Minsu good puppy?"
"Yeah boy, Minsu is a good fisting puppy."
"Arf arf arf, thank you so much for the fisting, sir. Minsu good puppy, Minsu happy puppy."
He didn't have the wherewithal to come up with great speeches as his mind slipped into physical bliss but he had one big gun left. Something everybody wanted to hear but you couldn't use it too soon. You needed a situation like this to make it feel real.
"I love you. Arf arf. I love you, Mister Owl, sir."
"John. Call me John, pup cunt."
Motherfucking Jackpot. Personal connection, authenticity, bonding. Minsu was so good at this. He'd get praise from the managers later.
"Yes John, sir. I love you, John, I love you so much. Kiss me, please."
John pulled out, leaving Minsu to bask in the after-quakes, and pulled Minsu's face down by the sparkly collar as much as the tied wrists let that happen.
They shared a passionate kiss. Minsu lowered his voice to a whisper so it would feel more personal (and so he could reuse the technique with another animal later). "You're my favorite. You were from the start, John. You're so fucking hot. You have to come again."
He hoped the practiced words weren't coming too easily after his English skills had been briefly knocked out. No, by owls' grin he'd made it seem natural. He was going to get at least one investor to praise him personally to the boss.
The only thing that could sweeten a victory like that was... "Please, more fist, John-hyung."
But owl wasn't alone anymore, joined by lion with bigger fists. Lion worked his way in and Minsu put on a controlled display of losing control, only slightly exaggerated from how good it felt. He wished he could have finished fixing his hair.
Rhyme was taking wolf's arm to the elbow. He'd gone still in bliss, breathing slow and deep, his eyes wide with terror, fixated on wolf's gaze.
Dash was on the ground, on all fours, face under alligator's foot, ass raised as far as he could. He was getting double fisted into the ass by tiger and AJ. The manager was jerking himself hard. Dash's cunt was squirting lube drops as his body flexed under the internal fist-pressure.
S.Core had his big thighs in slings like Minsu but held onto the ropes with unbound hands. He was losing his mind as bear's massive hand entered him. He struggled to breathe. There was nothing idol-like left in his face, demeanor or babbling.
TJ was beside him, stripped out of the staff vest and already precum dripping.
Minsu sounded much sexier with his moans and barks than any of his members' wheezing. He felt like grinning in victory but kept his face in the slightly-wrecked bedroom eyes state.
Lion was getting in deep. The puddle of lube below Minsu warranted a quick mop swing from TJ so lion could keep working. He was well past the second hole and Minsu was starting to explode in waves.
AJ entered Dash's pussy from behind with a long sigh. The boy and the manager exchanged a knowing glance, like they shared a secret.
Alligator moved on to work with wolf, alternately punching into the trembling mess that was Rhyme.
Winner was bent over, still in the spreader but out of the noose again, cat ears hilariously askew. Shark held the tied wrists with one hand and fisted with the other, leaving Winner drooling and crying and dancing so hard the ring gag popped out, dangling drool-slick around his neck.
Dash mumbled the usual "So good, so fun..."
TJ's cock entered the hovering S.Core's cunt from the front. The leader – legs spread in the slings – couldn't have stopped him if he'd wanted to. Instead, the rapper embraced TJ for a kiss.
The managers didn't only go for pussy but Minsu had neglected to be proactive about them. If he wanted special privileges he had to show his appreciation – and oral skills – any chance he got. He filed the lesson away for later.
Winner glanced up, as if seeing the room full of fisting and fucking for the first time. He wasn't fully cleared up but his eye contact was firm.
"Chengie," the rapper started between anal shark punches. He spoke Korean. "How good is a pussy?"
Dash was a bit out of it. "Huh? What do you mean, Won-Jun-hyung?"
"Should I get one?"
S.Core leaned over TJ's shoulder. "Is this what we talked about?"
Wait what? When?
"It's amazing," Dash said in thickly accented English, as tiger double fisted his ass, AJ's cum dripping from his cunt.
"But..."
The eldest and youngest M2F rappers were spilling. "It's improved sex a thousand percent." "I'm so confident with myself and I look so good." "It's so much fun to have this little secret the Dailies don't know." "It's so hot that the CEO totally owns me." "You should join us, hyung."
"Fffuuuuck," Winner said with utter conviction, and it wasn't from the assgasm clearly ripping through him. Something in him had broken. "AJ, TJ... I'm saying this in English so the animals can all hold me to it, too. I'll be a pussyboy by the next album."
"That's so hot," Rhyme said. "Whaddaya think, Ali, isn't that hot?"
"Yeah, extremely," alligator said, starting a round of approving mumbling. He made out with the sneakerhead again while wolf now double fisted the artist.
"Won-Jun... you sure?" S.Core asked, caring about his youngers even as bear slid further into him, turning the leader's expression into ugly horror for a moment.
Winner met his eyes. It was back to their native language. "This is my life. I get that. I choose that. Sitting on the edge is making me depressed. I have to go all in."
S.Core asked TJ, "Is that still complimentary?" and got a nod. It was sweet of the leader to be concerned about that. They were all massively in debt to the company, from the cost of their training. Royalties never passed through the artists' accounts on the way to the CEO.
Minsu couldn't stand being left out, but he knew when to shine by hyping up others. "Winner, my brother, my roommate. I love you. I'm so happy for you giving your best."
Nobody reacted to that. Not a glance his way. And he hadn't even lied about the sentiment, which made it hurt all the more.
"Neat," shark said, pumping into Winner all the same. "Get the locked bitch castrated. Just another fucked up, sloppy cuntboy."
Universal agreement.
S.Core applauded lightly. Rhyme gave a thumbs up from underneath his spare top tonguing him. Dash mumbled a, "Kitty-hyung, fighting."
None of Minsu's cumshots had ever met as much support as this announcement. And it had somehow been a long time coming? Out of some secret conversations? No! He was getting left behind by his own members. If three of them were pussyboys, would he still stand out proudly with his jizz magic, or would he become the leftover failure?
Lion's big hand and thick forearm inside Minsu were joined by owl's slimmer hand working inward along the lion's pole. But even the most mindblowing sensation couldn't stop the tall, golden rapper's heart from running cold. Somehow the insane bliss flipped to panic and back every few seconds.
"Me too," he shouted. Too loud and desperate. He fixed his volume. "Make me a pussy boy."
"Aww," owl said. "But I like your little cock and cumshots."
"Yeah," lion agreed.
"Hm, he could do without," shark said.
"Or a cage like Han-Sik, uh, Rhyme," Minsu said, aware he was blabbering, sounding desperate. "Locked up."
"Where's the fun in half measures," shark said. "One in the group's fine for variety but..."
"You're not the understated type," wolf told him from Rhyme's asshole.
"But what about your cumshots?" owl asked.
Fuck. Miscalculation. This was all wrong. Fit on or stand out? He needed to become a pussyboy but his cock wasn't allowed to vanish but chastity stopped his cumshots but but but-
Except, on that note, a sensation rose in him. Naked panic, shame, fear – and fisting pleasure at the edge of the humanly possible – mixed into horny horror.
The muscle responsible for his half-voluntary cumshots was flexing so much it hurt. He'd never felt it act up while being chaste.
Confusion and more fear and more pleasure as lion jiggled inside him with owl adding pressure. Minsu's brain was in overdrive. The sensation of a hands-free cumshot was approaching. It was minuscule compared to the anal assault but Minsu was attuned to the details right now.
A solution he hadn't known possible was kindly presenting itself.
He blurted out in Korean, talking like his fastest raps.
"I'll get an innie cage, totally flat like what S.Core-hyung had before getting his cunt. I'll get pierced and wear the tiniest cage. Minimal unlocking. And I'll get even better at cumshots. AJ-hyung, TJ-hyung, translate and tell boss and make everyone hold me to it and look at me look at me lookatmeeeee..."
Minsu reached a degree of tension he'd never known. He was pretty sure he tore multiple somethings and one of them might well have been his cumshot muscle. He orgasmed so hard his chest stopped moving and darkness crept into his vision.
His cumshot splattered messily from his sparkling cage. Even with the erection only half-forming while the shot was already underway, it still hurt pressing against the lose-fitting device.
He felt himself sag, his weight caught by the wrist- and thigh straps, and the two fisting tops who pulled out in a hurry.
The cumshot pain-pleasure was pushed out by an assgasm that eclipsed it like an ocean rushing over a puddle. He felt himself start pissing before he lost consciousness.
Apparently he'd only spent a minute knocked out. He'd been moved to a lounge in front of the bed, with both managers hovering.
Tiger was the first by his side when he tried and failed to sit up.
"Oh sir, you really care, don't you? Neomu neomu kamsahamnida."
"Shh," tiger said and stroked Minsu's hair. "You did so good, my pretty pup."
Minsu beamed honestly. He checked that nobody but the staff was in earshot – especially not Mister "John" Owl who was fucking the whining Rhyme in the sore hole with his reinvigorated cock.
"Sir... I love you, you've always been my favorite."
Tiger chuckled. "You're not just saying that?"
"No no, I seriously love you... uh, Mister Tiger?"
"It's... Derrick."
Minsu smirked. He pointed a thumb at himself. "It's Minsu. Hehe. I love you, Derrick, sir." He had the wherewithal to nuzzle into Derrick's crotch. "I hope I see you more in the future. I just have to work hard to stay popular."
The American's hands were all over Minsu and his dick was hardening. "I'll make sure to help with that."
Minsu caught AJ giving him an impressed glance and a thumbs up. Excellent. Score against S.Core, too, unless the leader had somehow charmed three men in one night.
Finally rising, sitting on the only edge of the bed that wasn't piss-wet, Minsu did his best to fix his hair and return to his radiant, 0.001 percent looks. He felt mostly there.
The fisting had wound down early. Well, round one at least. The animals were returning to the living room for refreshments. After hydration, Monday2Friday would perform a few songs - lip-synched with their throats as banged up as they were - then play some silly games like oiled up twister with plenty of cunt fiddling and the occasional "accidental" fisting.
And they'd suck whatever senile cock managed to get hard again. Then it was maybe the bedroom a second time before good night cuddles. A lot of these investors couldn't handle an all-nighter.
Minsu looked across his members. Some of the most beautiful, driven, talented, kindhearted boys in Korea. Naturally their destiny was to be worshipped by the masses. Sometimes this meant entertaining guests, of course. And to maybe get rid of their dicks one way or another.
This was him. This was them.
"M2F. Slide on in."
This story wasn't like my usual writing in some ways but I hope somebody out there was having fun along with me.
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