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Jungwoo looks out the window of the sports car he is sitting in. The city rushes by as they head to the suburbs, filled with gated mansions. Only an hour ago he had been sleeping peacefully in the rare few hours he has to himself in the brothel. He was supposed to have the morning off before being put on shift to cater to a bunch of old fat men as per usual. But Kun had shaken him awake and left a white silk robe and a pair of lace panties for him to put on before telling him to prepare himself and be ready to go in an hour.
So Jungwoo got up as asked and went to shower and clean himself up before putting on the outfit chosen for him today. He didn't often get special requests but sometimes a high-value client would ask for one of the workers to be brought to them. Jungwoo guessed he'd been specifically selected as Kun gave him no choice in the matter but to get into the car, despite his protests over being woken up with no information on his client.
The car pulls up to the front of a lavish-looking house, one Jungwoo definitely hadn't been to before. Kun turns to him, "Listen, these are important clients, I mean very important, so please behave yourself and do as you're told."
Jungwoo rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Maybe I would be more cooperative if you actually told me what was going on. You dragged me out of bed during my time off, sue me if I'm not particularly in the mood today."
Kun's face darkened before he grabbed Jungwoo's hair roughly and turned his head to look at him. "Listen here brat, you're lucky I even let you have time off. I've been pretty nice letting you work off your debts, most people would have taken a hand by now, and I would have already for your attitude, but nobody wants a whore who can't even give a handjob."
Kun let's go of Jungwoo's hair to point at the house. "These clients? We need to make a deal with them, one that would affect the entire company so you better behave because if not we might just decide a hole doesn't need hands."
Jungwoo looks down at his lap in submission and nods wordlessly. Kun smirks then looks at his watch, "Good boy. Now, this isn't a one and done visit. You'll be catering to these clients and these clients only for the foreseeable future."
Jungwoo looks up in shock, "What?!"
Kun huffs before continuing. "As a part of the trade deal, they asked to have our prettiest whore as a token of good faith. I tried to offer them Winwin since I know he would behave better, but as soon as they saw your picture they demanded you be given as a gift."
Jungwoo looked back at the house in trepidation for what would await him inside. Kun looks at his watch before moving to open the door. "It's time, let's go." They both get out of the car and Jungwoo pulls his flimsy robe around himself to block the chilly breeze. Soon enough they're let in by staff and led down an ornately decorated hallway with antique guns hung up, lining the walls. The staff stops in front of a door and knocks before opening the door to let Kun and Jungwoo inside.
Jungwoo walks into the room, looking around it seems to be a large study with shelves of books lining the walls almost like a library. He stops in his tracks and freezes when his eyes land on the people in the room. On the couches and armchairs congregated in the centre of the room sit eight men of various ages. At Jungwoo's hesitation, Kun pushes him roughly into the centre of the room.
Jungwoo falls to his knees abruptly and his eyes tear up at the pain. Kun says, “I told you to behave." Before turning to the men, "I’m sorry he’s being bratty today.”
The eight men all look at him hungrily, still saying nothing until one leans forward. “Jungwoo, I’m Taeyong. It’s nice to meet you.” Jungwoo doesn’t respond, looking down at his knees. “I hope you’ll like it with us here. We’re all looking forward to getting to know you.”
Taeyong sits back for a moment contemplating. “Before I buy him, I want to take a look at what I’m paying for.”
Kun smirks “Of course, take him for a trial run, on the house. Just call me when you make a decision. But don’t damage him too much, if you don't want him he'll have to go back to the brothel.”
“Oh don’t worry, we’ll take good care of him,” smirks Taeyong. He jerks his chin to dismiss Kun, who backs out of the room before closing the door behind him.
Taeyong then turns to a man next to him and gestures to Jungwoo. “Doyoung if you would.” Doyoung walks to Jungwoo and looks down at him. “Get up.” Jungwoo doesn’t move, staring at his hands folded in his lap.
“I said get up,” Doyoung says with irritation in his voice. When Jungwoo still doesn’t move Doyoung grabs him roughly by the hair and yanks him into standing. Tears form in Jungwoo’s eyes and he gasps at the pain but stays standing up.
Doyoung slaps him in the face. “Do as your told and this will hurt a lot less.” Jungwoo nods subtly in resignation, still looking towards the floor. A man with long blonde hair and sharp features looks at him hungrily and says to the man next to him, “I think he wants it to hurt, don’t you Jeahyunnie?”
The handsome man laughs and says, “I think he likes a bit of pain Yuta.”
Taeyong just stares at Jungwoo contemplating, “Doyoung please continue.” he says. Doyoung takes the tie of Jungwoo’s robe and pulls it loose, sliding the cover from his shoulders and letting it drop onto the ground. They all stand back and look at him. “He’s perfect,” Says the tallest of them in awe.
“Johnny, would you like to lead?” Taeyong asks him. Johnny shakes his head, “I want to watch for now.”
Doyoung proceeds to slip his hands into the waistline of Jungwoo's panties, running his fingers along the edge, teasing. Doyoung says, "As cute as you look in these, they need to go." before he roughly pulls the panties down to the floor. Jungwoo gasps as he is suddenly stood bare in front of all the men. He rushes to cover his cock but Doyoung is beside him, grabbing his wrists to hold his hands back.
“Would you look at that?” Says a short blonde one. “So small, but a decent sized cock.” Yuta turns to the younger, “Calm down mark.” The oldest of the group next to him also adds “Yeah, you’ll make Haechan jealous.” looking towards a very pretty brunette with tan skin.
Haechan scoffs, “Please, I want to sit on that dick as much as Mark wants to suck it, Taeil.”
Taeyong holds his hands up silencing them all. “Let’s see what we’re working with first. Doyoung, bend him over.” Doyoung moves to walk him over to a large desk on the side of the room and looks at him expectantly. When Jungwoo doesn’t move immediately he grabs the back of his head and shoves it into the wooden surface. He is quick to bring his hand down on Jungwoo’s ass, turning his cheeks pink. Doyoung gives him several firm hits before Taeyong interrupts, "Stop."
Taeyong stands and walks up slowly before kneeling beside Jungwoo's head. He looks over at Jungwoo's groin only to smile slowly as he sees the younger is hard as a rock, his cock angry and red just from the rough treatment. He turns back and looks slowly into Jungwoo's watery eyes. “If you stay with us we can keep you safe. You won't have to go back to that vile brothel to be used by whatever scum crawls their way into your bed. You’ll have a home and as long as you behave you'll be given everything you could want. So Jungwoo, do you want to stay or should I call Kun back?” Jungwoo looks into his eyes and shakes his head frantically upon hearing Kun's name.
Taeyong stokes along Jungwoo's back, “I need to hear you baby, use your words”. Jungwoo looks up and speaks for the first time since entering the room. “Please, I want to stay with you.” Taeyong nods, satisfied and turns. “Johnny?”
Johnny walks up to Jungwoo and looks at him bent over the desk in contemplation. He motions for Doyoung to hold Jungwoo's cheeks open so he can thumb around his hole. “He's so tight. He's barely stretched himself properly, knowing what he was walking into. I think you’re right about the pain Yuta.” He grabs a bottle of lube on the desk and squeezes a generous amount onto Jungwoo’s hole. Jungwoo gasps at the cold sensation before hearing the sound of a belt opening and a zipper, he looks around to see Johnny pulling his massive cock out. Seeing the size he pulls away in panic before Doyoung moves to hold his hands behind his back and pushes him more firmly onto the desk, keeping him still.
“Don’t worry baby Johnny is going to stretch you open for us, sorry but we’re a little impatient. Ever since Kun sent us your picture all of us have been dying to get a taste.” Doyoung gives Jungwoo one last good slap to his ass before Johnny is lining himself up and pushing into Jungwoo slowly.
Johnny groans as his cock disappear into Jungwoo's heat. Jungwoo cries out in pain and whimpers as Johnny finally enters him completely. He sits for a moment, balls deep, letting Jungwoo get accustomed to his size. He finally can't wait a moment longer and pulls out before slamming back into Jungwoo. Johnny keeps up a steady rhythm, his balls audibly slapping into Jungwoo's ass as Jungwoo continues to cry out and moan in pleasure underneath him.
Johnny finally grunts and thrusts one last time before unloading into Jungwoo, filling him up. Johnny stills and slowly pulls out of Jungwoo before zipping himself back into his trousers. Jungwoo whimpers as he feels cum begin to drip down his legs.
“Someone come shut him up please, I'm tired of his whining.” Says Doyoung.
“I can," says Yuta, "but you got to move him to the couch. I don’t want splinters in my dick from that old ass table.”
Doyoung scoffs but pulls Jungwoo up from the table and moves him to the couch Yuta is sitting on. Doyoung pushes him onto all fours in the centre of the couch and removes his own trousers and boxers before moving behind Jungwoo. Doyoung teases the head of his cock along Jungwoo's crack, spreading Johnny's cum along his cock. Once he's slicked up he pushes into Jungwoo in one motion.
Jungwoo begins to whimper again at the sensation until Yuta kneels in front of him, one knee on the couch and one on the floor. “Open up,” he says before he grabs Jungwoo’s face roughly and squeezes until his mouth pops open. He lightly slaps his tongue with his dick before smearing precum all over Jungwoo's pretty lips.
Doyoung begins to move and before Jungwoo can make another noise, Yuta pushes into his mouth roughly. Jungwoo gags on his cock, but Yuta doesn’t let up, thrusting in and out of his mouth with abandon, the tip of his dick hitting the back of Jungwoo's throat repeatedly. Doyoung begins to pick up the pace, thrusting into Jungwoo wildly, close to climax.
Yuta’s breathing gets heavier the more Jungwoo gags. He finally pulls him down till his nose is touching his pelvis and moans as he unloads into his throat. When Yuta finally pulls out, Jungwoo coughs and stutters cum onto the fabric of the couch, gasping for air. Doyoung thrusts one final time before he too cums into Jungwoo, adding to Johnny's mess.
Before Jungwoo can catch his break Mark pipes up, “Hyung, I really want to come on his face, can I? Please?” Mark says as he moves closer to Jungwoo hesitantly. “I want to ruin him.”
“Me too," says Jaehyun.
Taeyong sighs at their eagerness, “Fine Mark-"
“I want to join too Hyung!” Shouts Haechan, interrupting Taeyong.
“No sweetie you didn’t behave yourself today so you’re going to suck Taeil off while Jeahyun, and Mark come all over his pretty little face.”
Taeil begins to protest at not getting a chance to have a go with Jungwoo. Taeyong silences him with the wave of a hand, “No, I don’t want to tire him out too much and we all know how rough you can get Taeil.” Taeil just nods in resignation and grabs Haechan to push him to his knees in front of the couch. Haechan eagerly mouths at his hyung's cock.
Jungwoo is distracted from the sight by the two men walking up to him, pulling their dicks out. Jaehyun says “Why don’t we make it a race, Mark. First to come gets priority to his tight little ass tomorrow.”
Haechan, who at this point had already freed Taeil from his jeans and was eagerly deepthroating the oldest, pulls off Taeil to say “Why would you want to be the fastest to come-“ before Taeil roughly grabs his hair and moves him back over his cock only shove his head down and all the way back to the base of his cock, making Haechan gag.
“It’s a race,” says Mark solemnly. Jaehyun moves Jungwoo from where he had collapsed on the couch and guides him to kneel on the floor in front of them. Jungwoo looks up expectantly with tears in his eyes and cum and spit dripping down his chin. The two men stand above him, looking at him hungrily before they begin to jerk themselves off over his face.
Jungwoo turns to the buff one, liking the way his abdominal muscles contract, showing his abs as he jerks off. He begins to lick the head of his dick. “No fair!” whines Mark. Jaehyun just smirks and jerks himself more furiously.
They both continue, breaths rough, occasionally grunting or moaning as jerk themselves over Jungwoo's face. Sensing Jaehyun is close, Jungwoo pulls back and opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Jaehyun finally moans one last time and spurts thick white cum over Jungwoo’s cheekbones. Jungwoo closes his eyes as he feels cum hit his eyelashes. Jaehyun misses his mouth but Mark doesn’t as he reaches his climax and unloads all over Jungwoo’s mouth and down his chin. By the time both of the men have tugged themselves to completion, Jungwoo is covered in cum, panting.
Taeyong, walks up to Jungwoo with his cock already out, slowly jerking himself and asks, “Can you take one more?”
Jungwoo nods enthusiastically, so Taeyong lays him on his back on the floor and pulls his legs over his shoulders exposing Jungwoo's dripping hole once more. Taeyong, who is the last to, go can't wait a moment longer. He pushes into Jungwoo in one swift motion, his cock squelching as he slides into Johnny and Doyoung's cum.
Taeyong begins to push in and out of Jungwoo, slowly pulling out only to thrust in sharply. Jungwoo moans at the antagonising pace until Taeyong reaches for his neglected cock, tugging it gently. Taeyong picks up the pace, continuing to jerk Jungwoo off in time with his thrusts. Jungwoo gasps and moans at the sensation as Taeyong hits his prostate with every thrust while moving his hand up and down his cock mirroring his brutal pace.
It doesn’t take much time for Jungwoo to cum long ropes up his chest. Taeyong continues thrusting, taking his time. Jungwoo begins to wail as he pushes him into oversensitivity. Tears drip down Jungwoo's face at the overstimulation before Taeyong finally releases into him, adding to his load of come. They both lay there panting for a minute before Taeyong turns to Doyoung.
“The pink one please."
Doyoung nods and opens a velvet chest, pulling out a bright pink plug. He hands it to Taeyong who pulls out of Jungwoo and slides the plug into him trapping their cum inside.
“Maknaes, clean him up please and show him to his room." Taeyong stands and adjusts his clothes before he goes to leave the room.
Haechan looks up from his where his head was resting on Taeil's thigh. "Hyung, where are you going?"
Taeyong turns in the doorway, "I have to make a call. I'm letting Kun know that we have a deal, and we’ll be keeping him."