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Jung Hoseok watched as the city lights drowned the stars in the sky. Cars passing by, no time for the weak as the busy Seoul waited for no one. He had anticipated this evening. An event like any other for a man with a prestigious company like him. But this one was special. A guest waited for him ; the man didn’t know it yet, but Hoseok was going to show him he was the one he was waiting for all along. He couldn’t wait to meet him again. Finally the car he was sitting in came to a stop. 8 pm, time for the show to begin.
The black Mercedes parked in front of the grand hotel, and the driver went to open the door to the prestigious CEO. The man was alluring ; dressed in a black suit, his dark stare towards the entrance enough to make his faithful employee silent, fearful of breaking the trance his boss was in.
Jung Hoseok was young, too young to the eyes of his critics, and a prodigee for anyone lucky to be on his side. He was not a saint ; he had earned his empire with his bare hands, but only so much could be accomplished with fairness and respect for the laws. He threw a glance at his driver, and the man drove off in the night. He exhaled, impatient to meet again the delicious creature that had caught his eye, a month before. He slowly climbed the stairs, a handful of admirers and potential future associates immediately came to see him, praise him, and just as if they were birds he could throw bread at, he sent them to close associates of his company.
If money was what they wanted, he could provide. But there was a level where everyone was rich ; and bills couldn’t bring you the best deals anymore. Some egos were thougher to break, Hoseok thought with a sneer. In front of him, sipping his champagne next to the buffet, was none other that Kim Chungho. Hoseok had wanted to buy parts of his company for a while : as the man grew older, he saw the opportunity to rise to the top and take the company from him once he was deemed too senile to manage it anymore.
But two obstacles were in his way. The grandpa’s ego, and his son, Kim Namjoon. A liability in the business, if you were to ask Hoseok. The boy had no experience in running a empire as big as the Kim’s one, and would run it to the ground. He was an arm candy, a pretty thing to lure in customers, but no CEO. He didn’t seem to realise it though, standing next to his father with a confident smile.
Jung Hoseok was selfish but he could be generous when it benefitted him. He would make Namjoon realise his true nature, and make him love himself as the true slut he was. And if it made Jungho and his associates realise who was meant to be his successor, well, Hoseok would gladly show this condescending son of a bitch that he raised a whore.
He walked towars them, chuckling as Chungho finally saw him and frowned in distaste. His son seemed much more pleased to see him, fliddling with the collar of his shirt. He excused himself and walked towards his father’s opponent, a smile on his face under the disapproving glare of his father.
« -Nice to see you again, Mr Jung. I believe the last time we met was a month ago, isn’t it ? At the charity event my father organised.
-Indeed, and I’m pleased to see the pretty boy that had me mermerised in an instant… »
Like a flower blooming under the sun, Namjoon blushed at the praise. Compliments were the way to go, luring him in. He would soon train him, though. Teach him that he needed to earn to earn the reawards by pleasing him. No one ever made the promotion of a useless toy, after all.
« -Would you like us to go somewhere more private ? I would like to resume the conversation we last had.
-My, how forward are you tonight ! It would be my pleasure, as I would hate to make you wait, you surely seem eager.
-Eager is a strong word, Mr Jung. I just think a business man like you would be perfect to teach me the ropes of the field. »
Their conversation had mostly been Namjoon sucking him in the toilets, really. It was that night Hoseok realised the true potential of the boy, and had wanted to awaken the slut in him ever since.
Namjoon took him by the hand, and led him upstairs, where his father had booked him a room for the night. Hoseok cornered him against the door, in the hallway. Namjoon moaned as the older buried his face in his neck, hot breath against his jugular. Hoseok’s hand felt him up, slowly making him aroused. He couldn’t come downstairs anymore, not without relieving himself first. He whispered, afraid someone might come upon them :
« -I’ve brought toys with me. »
The other man smirked, delighted. Namjoon just made his plan easier, while still remaining oblivious. They entered the room and Joon wasted no time, throwing himself at the bed and reaching under it. He took a black box, opened it, and shyly glanced at Hoseok to gauge his reaction. Inside were multiple toys, and Hoseok admired how advantureous the boy was. But there was so much more to discover… The older man didn’t hide his smirk and approached his prey, delighted. He cilmbed on the matress and took Namjoon in his arms, taking the box away from him.
« -Tonight we play by Daddy’s rules, hm ?
-O-Okay…
-Good slut. »
He put his hand on his chest, savouring how his pecs were firm against his hand, but plush at the same time. His nipples were erect and he could feel it even with his shirt still on. He pushed him and got him to lay down, Namjoon glancing up at him like a deer in the headlights. For a few seconds they stared at each other, Namjoon now caged between Hoseok’s arms. Then his gaze shifted ; the boy wanted to get the upper hand again, it seemed. Too bad the dumb baby couldn’t read the atmosphere ; Jung Hoseok was here on a mission, and Namjoon wasn’t here to be seduced, he was the feast for him to devour. He planned on destroy him, picking him apart piece by piece to put him together in the perfect doll for him.
He started to undress him. Namjoon licked his lips and went to remove his shirt but Hoseok’s hands stopped him before he could even touch the fabric. With one hand he put his hands on top of his head, pressed against the bed. With the other he proceded to open his fly and feel him up over the underwear. He smiled at the half chub the other was sporting, and proceeded to get him fully erected. Namjoon stiffled a moan.
« -More…
-You take what I give you, Kim. »
He didn’t miss the mewl Namjoon let out, the spoiled heir obviously not used to being bossed around. The other’s body tensed for a second before relaxing completely, submitting to the older man without a second thought. Kim Namjoon might not realise it, but he was made for this. Sensing the other was not resisting anymore, Hoseok removed the hand holding his wrist and continued to undress him until he was completely naked. He was sure Namjoon realised by now they weren’t playing by the same rules, as Hoseok was still fully dressed to impress, while him was left bare to shiver on the silk sheets like a cheap whore.
Hoseok took the box and took his sweet time thinking on which toy he should take. He threw a longing glance at the cock ring ; but it would be for another time as tonight’s goal was to make Namjoon realised how debauched his true nature was. He picked a simple but effective vibrator, and he was surprised to also find some restraints. The boy didn’t seem so new to the type of play, it seemed. He ran his hands over his stomach, chest, neck and reveled in the shivers that followed.
« -Now, sweet thing, before we get to the real play, I shall put you to the test. I’m going to put this toy… »
He showed the bright pink silicone vibrator, and with the other hand, teased his rim with a finger.
« -...Here, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you ? Because you want to make me proud, because this is all you’re good for. Thinking about business, running your father’s company, it’s all too complicated isn’t it ? It’s so much simpler to surrender to daddy and be a dumb baby... »
He leaned into his neck, and whispered in a breath :
« -Forever. »
Hoseok took a bottle of lube from the box and poured it in an obscene amount on his ass, admired the shiny aspect his skin now had ; the boy so filthy before it even began. The boy mewled when he felt two fingers into his hole. The intrusion burned so good, and the CEO moved his fingers just right. He moaned loudly when he grazed his sweet spot, and felt a third finger joining the others. His legs arched in the air, toes curling in pleasure. He couldn’t wait to have his dick inside him. From their previous encounter, he got to experience first hand how big Hoseok was, and dreamed of it ever since. Hoseok removed his fingers. Earger for the main course, he moved to get up and get to the other’s pants, but the man pushed him harshly, and took the vibrator left next to him. He touched his lips with it, like he would with a lipstick, without trying to push it in. Namjoon remained still to regain his breath. Hoseok looked down at him and sneered.
« -I suggest you put you mouth to good use, or it will hurt. »
The problem was ; Namjoon had a small mouth. He first started by small kitten licks, tried to get used to the shape of it. He then took the head into his mouth, the task being already challenging on his jaw. Hoseok let him take it at his own pace, endeared by the whole ordeal. Seeing the dumb baby struggle so much, he decided to help him and slowly pushed the whole lenght down his throat. The slut choked a little and he took pity ; there would be plenty time to train him after. He took it back a little, only to push it further down, and fter doing it a few times, he finally took it out.
Namjoon breathed heavily, tried to catch his breath. The tears in his eyes gave him a pretty, vulnerable look. He wiped the drool that had started leaking on his chin, but just after his gesture, Hoseok took the toy again to wipe it on his cheeks. His face was blotchy, wet with tears and drool. The baby pouted, upset that the man ruined all his efforts to look at least a little bit presentable.
« -Shhhh, baby… Not your role to think, remember ? Now spread your legs, Daddy has a gift for you.
-You’ll let me come, after ?
-Yes, yes, of course. But only if you’re a good boy. »
Namjoon mumbled something he couldn’t catch, but he let it slide for the time being. He put the toy to his entrance, and pushed it in in a hard thrust. The man under him screamed, the brun unexpected but so good at the same time. His legs tensed in the air, but he didn’t dare move his ass. Seemed like the boy was learning to take what he was given.
Hoseok made a few thrusts with the toy, watched with amused eyes the sweet thing writhe under him. Quickly though, he became bored. Soon Namjoon would understand that his pleasure didn’t come first, that if he was to cum, it would be to service him. He pushed the toy as far as it could go, and he stepped off the bed.
He checked his watch, and ignored the questions in Namjoon whimpers. He took Namjoon’s tie discarded on the groud and went to tie him up on the bedhead. The knot was well-made, but he knew Namjoon could escape if he wanted to. It was part of the challenge, after all. Make him willing of the humiliation, make him aware that he was nothing but a horny slut.
« -Now, I should go back to the party. I didn’t come only to entertain cheap whores like you, you now. Some of us have real jobs. But I’m not cruel either ! If you stay here and endure it like a good boy, I promise you’ll be rewarded. Daddy trusts you, okay ?
-Promise ? »
Oh, how naive. Hoseok always kept his promises. But like any good business man would do, he kept the clauses of the contract in tiny, tiny lines dumb babies couldn’t read.
« -Promise. »
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The evening was going well, as more and more potential partners swarmed around Hoseok. He indulged them, talking about his future projects, and potentials partnerships.
He could see Kim Jungho across the room, talking animatedly with his close coworkers. He seemed anxious, angry ; had reasons to be, as Namjoon was missing since two hours. He seemed to finally lose his calm, went upstairs in big strides. Hoseok excused himself with a smirk and followed him, a little jump in his steps as he just couldn’t wait.
Namjoon couldn’t take it anymore. The vibrations were so strong, the setting on the highest level. He was spread out in his own cum, already three orgams in. He drooled on the pillows, worried Daddy was going to scold him for making such a mess. But he hadn’t move, didn’t he ? He was being a good boy. His brain was so mushy, his mind clouded by the numbing pleasure. He couldn’t think when each shiver, each caress of the silk sheets were so intense on his skin. He was so oversensitive, his dick spent but getting no rest.
Heaven came to him in the sound of the doorknob clenching. And just as he thought he had to stand up to open the door to daddy, the door opened.
Oh. Hoseok didn’t lock it out on his way out, he must had forgotten…
« Namj- Oh MY GOD ! NAMJOON !
-Oh Dad I can explain, I can- ! »
He went to cover himself but his wrists were still tied. There, in all his filthy, naked glory, he was bare against the horrified stare of his father.
« -You’re calling for me, baby ? »
As his father stood petrified in the doorway, Hoseok entered past him and sat on the bed. He put his hand on his baby’s thigh to keep him grounded. Namjoon had started crying, but his cock was still red, standing proudly in spite of it all. He untied his tie and sat his spent body on his lap. His baby was so tired he didn’t even struggle, despite their unwilling spectator.
« -Daddy came for your reward, baby. But first, I think we owe an explanation to your father, don’t we ? He must be upset he didn’t realise sooner what a needy slut his precious only son was. »
To his greatest shame, Namjoon let out a moan at his words, brain too out of it still. The creeping shame and anxiety only a distant storm.
« -What is the meaning of this…
-Now, Jungho, you’ve saw that maybe Namjoon wouldn’t be the best choice to take the Kim’s company after you. And I think I’ve made myself pretty clear these last fex months… Now, if you don’t want to, that’s okay. Just keep in minds that tabloids could pay well to see pictures of your pretty son putting on a show for me. What do we think of it, hm ? »
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The rest was history. Kim Jungho disowned his son, and Jung Hoseok was deemed good enough to be the new CEO of the Kim firm, who would soon be a distant memory as it would merge with the Jung corporation.
Namjoon undertood his true calling. He was now the pretty secretary of Jung Hoseok, and a sweet little thing always willing to help others. It was in the contract after all :
Always keep yourself available to service others.
So it wasn’t rare to see him on his knees under Jimin’s desk, as the perfect cockwarmer. He was too dumb for intellectual tasks, but he was very diligent in his work. His mouth was small but he made up for it with his tongue. He wanted to earn his employee of the month title, after all ! When he did, all the people present in the office would cum on his face as a reward, making him the prettiest of all.
When he hadn’t anything in his mouth, he just walked around the building, a bright lollipop in his mouth and a diamond buttplug in his hole. He needed to be ready at all time, after all ! And it kept his daddy’s cum warm inside him. Everyone knew of it ; knew of his purpose, and Yoogi loved to keep him to himself for hours, on his lap, thrusting nto him lazily to keep him on edge. He was the meanest, but deep down Namjoon liked him the most.
But most of all, he loved his daddy. With his big mansion, his pretty smile and focused eyes. His hands on his waist as he fucked him against the wall of his office. But really, his knowledge. Because he was so angry and scared at first ; thought he had nowhere to go and blamed Hoseok for it. He tried to run away, but also wanted to remain in his comfort zone of luxury. And Daddy had been there, showed him the way, fucked him rough and trained him to see there was nothing wrong with being the eye candy at his side. There was a place in the world for dumb boys like him.
Daddy knew best.