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Jungkook was only given a cropped blazer to wear with nothing underneath. Above him, the AC blew cold air onto the vertical strip of revealed flesh down his front. He shivered, feeling naked and exposed, sitting on a faux leather couch in a bare office room.
He didn’t know he’d ever get to this point, but his steady diet of instant ramen once a day was taking a toll both on his physical and mental health. He’d much rather have steak.
So, he had asked around, attached a photo of himself to his inquiry (a shirtless mirror selfie with really good lighting) and within a week, before he could change his mind, he had booked a job.
It was one of those popular casting couch videοs for newbies to the industry. The title was going to be ‘first time bottοming’ and it’d actually be true.
As he sat there on the couch, shivering, he kept telling himself that it wasn’t that bad. It was only sex on camera. Everyone was on OnlyFans these days, weren’t they? What was the difference?
The producer named Taehyung was charming, very easy on the eyes, and seemed nice and warm enough for Jungkook to get comfortable.
He’d been thoroughly briefed on what he was supposed to do, how he was supposed to act, how much he was going to get paid, and all the terms and conditions beforehand. Jungkook felt safe. And yet, there was this nagging feeling somewhere by his temple, a cough that couldn’t be coughed at the back of his throat. What was he doing here? Never mind that this was going to be behind a paywall, it was still the internet. And the internet is forever.
“All good?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook’s apprehension must show on his face. But at this point, with the cameras on and pointed at him, the contract signed and notarised, there was no turning back.
Taehyung was perched on the desk in front of Jungkook, his posture relaxed and casual. Something about that calmed Jungkook down. There was one camera in Taehyung’s hand, positioned on Jungkook’s face, and another set on the desk behind him, ready for use later. The red dot, indicating that he was recording, shone like a threat.
“What’s your name?” Taehyung asked. Of course he knew this already, it was for the benefit of the audience.
“Jungkook.”
“Are you feeling nervous right now, Jungkook?” Taehyung’s voice was like silk.
“Yeah.” He chuckled, trying to hold his voice from cracking.
“Don’t be. I know you’ll do amazing.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
From behind the camera, Taehyung smiled at that, endeared. “Tell us about yourself.”
Jungkook had practised this last night, had a whole fake backstory written up, but now that the cameras were on him, the words slipped away one by one, forgotten.
“Go on,” Taehyung urged gently.
“Well, I,” Jungkook stammered. “I’m twenty-three.” True. “I’ve done some modelling before.” Half-true. It was a friend’s school project. “I’ve only dated girls but I’ve always been interested in guys too.” True.
“Hold on,” Taehyung interrupted. He leaned forward. “You’ve never been with a guy before?”
“No,” Jungkook confessed, shaking his head.
“You didn’t tell me that.”
“I did,” Jungkook muttered.
“You said you’ve never bottomed. I assumed you’ve been with guys.”
“Oh, sorry. No, I haven’t.” Jungkook twisted his fingers in his lap.
“No need to be sorry.” Taehyung had a wolfish grin on, like he’d just hit the jackpot.
Jungkook bowed his head, tightened the blazer around his torso. The material was rough and uncooperative. Probably 100% polyester.
Taehyung hopped off the desk and made his way to a cowering Jungkook. Taehyung towered over him with a camera in one hand. Jungkook looked up at him; like this, he felt so small.
“Let’s not waste any time,” Taehyung announced, crowding him.
When Taehyung unzipped his pants and took his cock out, Jungkook almost audibly whimpered. Even soft, he was huge. Much bigger than Jungkook was. He had no idea how he was supposed to take that in his ass, no idea what faces he’ll make, what sounds, how it’ll feel, if it’ll hurt. Jungkook was terrified.
Taehyung watched Jungkook’s expressive face as he jerked himself off to hardness.
“It should kick in right about now,” Taehyung said. He was talking about the viagra he had taken earlier. And that terrified Jungkook even more. Who knows what that meant for his asshole.
Taehyung pointed his half-hard cock at Jungkook’s mouth, lining his closed lips with the tip. “Open your mouth and suck,” he commanded.
Jungkook opened his mouth and Taehyung shoved what he could of his length inside.
Immediately, Taehyung's cock poked the back of his throat and Jungkook gagged. It was humiliating, but Taehyung seemed to like it, liked how inexperienced he was, how in over his head he was. He pulled his cock out to the tip and shoved what could fit inside until Jungkook choked on it again.
“Look at the camera with my cock in your mouth,” Taehyung commanded. Jungkook did so, flitted his eyes up and eyed the cold, intimidating lens. “That’s it, pretty.” Taehyung smoothed back Jungkook’s hair, tucked a lock behind his ear.
Saliva pooled in Jungkook’s mouth, dripped down his chin and neck as Taehyung hardened in his mouth. He didn’t give Jungkook enough time to breathe before he began to brutally fuck his face. Tears stung Jungkook’s eyes, his throat spasmed as his gag reflex was jabbed repeatedly.
When Taehyung pulled out next, his cock was hard, wet, and shiny with Jungkook’s saliva. He slapped his dick on Jungkook’s cheeks, zooming in on his debauched face as he did. They were just getting started.
—
“That’s a nice little hole,” Taehyung sneered. His breath was warm over Jungkook’s ass. “Have you ever had anything in here?”
Taehyung had Jungkook take all his clothes off and position himself on the couch. With one camera perched on a ledge in front of Jungkook and the other held in his hand, Taehyung palmed Jungkook’s asscheek, pulled it to one side to expose his virgin hole.
How many people were gonna see this? Jungkook wondered what he must look like down there, what were the shapes, what were the colours. He was naive enough not to check, not to fix himself up apart from the basic hygiene guidelines he had been given.
Jungkook came here in the same state as he was before he had considered porn. Taehyung pried open his asscheek even more, thumbing Jungkook’s dry hole open. He felt like throwing up at the thought of the camera pointing and zooming in there. But this was what he had signed up for. On his hands and knees and with a contract signed somewhere in this dingy office, there was no backing out.
“Speak up,” Taehyung said with a quick slap to Jungkook’s hole. “Have you ever had anything in here? Fingers? Toys?”
“No,” Jungkook squeaked. “No, I haven’t.”
“Fuck. That’s perfect.”
Jungkook shivered. He twisted back to look at Taehyung.
“Don’t be scared,” Taehyung said, reading his expression. It must register on camera too. “I’ll open you up real good.”
Taehyung placed the camera on a nearby tripod and quickly returned to Jungkook’s waiting ass. This time with both hands, he pried Jungkook’s asscheeks apart. His hot breath tickling Jungkook’s most sensitive area. After a few seconds of intense anticipation, Jungkook felt the wet swipe of a tongue over his pulsing hole. Taehyung was eating him out.
Jungkook whimpered when Taehyung poked his tongue inside, slipping and sliding against his plush walls. He shut his eyes tight. He had never been eaten out before and the feeling was so strange, so humiliating, so dirty, but so fucking good. Taehyung sucked on Jungkook’s rim, licked the edges, drenching it in his saliva. Pleasure overtook Jungkook’s senses. His thighs wobbled, his muscled arms holding him up shook and quaked.
When he opened his eyes it was too the same blinking red light of the camera pointed at his face. Shit, he had forgotten it was there. What faces was he making just now? He couldn’t even recall.
Jungkook’s mind numbed further as Taehyung inserted the tip of a finger into the tight ring of muscle.
“You taste amazing. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“I can’t wait too,” Jungkook murmured cutely, not knowing what took over him.
Taehyung scoffed and Jungkook could feel it at his rim.
At that point, Jungkook couldn’t see, but he could hear. He heard a bottle cap open, heard liquid squirt out lewdly, and heard Taehyung whistle like a wolf. And then Taehyung was rubbing cool gel into his tight hole, inserting a finger to the knuckle. He fucked Jungkook with his long middle finger.
“How does this feel?”
“Strange,” Jungkook confessed.
Taehyung pulled out the finger and then poked it back in. Soon, he developed a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out. Jungkook could feel how long his finger was inside of him.
Taehyung pulled out abruptly and gestured for Jungkook to stand. Pliant from the ass eating he just took, Jungkook stood up. He waited for instruction, instinctively covering his dick. Taehyung swatted his hands away, wanting to get a good shot of Jungkook’s hard cock on camera. With the position they were in, he hadn’t seen Taehyung’s cock for a good minute and man, it had grown. It looked so red and angry and ready to tear Jungkook apart.
Taehyung sat on the couch. He motioned for Jungkook to sit on his lap and Jungkook went to straddle him.
“The other way, baby,” Taehyung instructed.
Jungkook followed and sat on Taehyung’s lap, facing away. He pressed his back onto Taehyung’s front, felt his monster cock poke his back. In front of him, the camera stood on a tripod. Jungkook’s whole body was fully exposed to his future viewers. How strange a feeling it was. To be filmed so intimately. It was frightening. It was exhilarating.
“Lift your body up,” Taehyung said from behind him.
Oh, they were doing it. They were doing it now.
Jungkook hesitated and Taehyung smacked his ass in response. It jiggled humiliatingly.
“Come on. Lift your body up and sit on my cock.”
Jungkook squatted on the couch, feet on either side of Taehyung’s thighs. Taehyung wrapped an arm around Jungkook’s cinched waist and aligned his cock to his hole.
“Sit down.”
Hesitantly, Jungkook let go of some of his weight. He felt the head of Taehyung’s cock poke at his rim.
With the arm around his waist, Taehyung pulled him down until his cock breached Jungkook’s tight virgin hole. Jungkook whimpered. Taehyung’s cockhead was so thick and hot as it inched inside, and Jungkook squeaked, instinctively pulling away, but with an arm around his waist, Taehyung had him locked in place.
“Oh, you feel heavenly,” Taehyung hissed.
“It hurts. Don’t move, hyung, please,” Jungkook begged, his toes curling, knees aching.
“I won’t. I know what to do, baby boy.”
“It hurts.”
“I know, I know.” Taehyung rubbed gentle circles onto Jungkook’s shoulder. “Just gotta ease you in.” He poured more lube onto his cock to help with the glide. “You have to relax. The more you relax, the less painful it’ll be.”
Jungkook forced his muscles to loosen with a deep breath.
“There you go. Shh.” Taehyung slid up another inch. “Come on. Sit down. You can do that, can’t you?”
Jungkook nodded, determined. It seemed never ending as Jungkook slid downwards, his legs spread wide for the camera, taking more and more of Taehyung’s cock inside his hole. He gritted his teeth. His ass felt so full, like he was being filled to the brim and split into two. When he looked down to check, Taehyung still hadn’t bottomed out; he was only halfway. The man was so thick, so huge. Boss level for Jungkook’s first time.
Jungkook took a breath through his nose and out through his mouth. Taehyung used this momentary relaxation to surge upwards, and Jungkook screamed.
“It’s okay. You’re doing great,” Taehyung reassured.
“Hurts,” Jungkook whimpered.
“It’ll feel good soon.”
Jungkook twisted back to look at Taehyung.
“Don’t look at me. Look at the camera,” Taehyung commanded. “You have the most perfect expressions. Don’t waste it.”
“Okay,” Jungkook responded meekly.
‘Soon’ was an overestimation because Jungkook had Taehyung’s entire cock up his ass, it’d been several minutes of fucking, and it still hurt. Taehyung kept fucking into him without any remorse. At that moment, Jungkook regretted doing this; thoughts of how the money wasn’t worth this pain and humiliation spiralled in his mind. Jungkook’s face crumpled in pain. He would wince with each of Taehyung’s upward thrusts, get a brief reprieve when Taehyung would pull out to the tip, but then he’d be back a moment later, making a home for himself in Jungkook’s guts. His hole must be so red, so swollen and beaten right now and it was all in full view of the camera.
“Time to use these thick thighs of yours. Ride me,” Taehyung commanded. He squeezed the meat of Jungkook’s thighs and Jungkook squeaked.
Jungkook nodded. He sank down on Taehyung’s cock, his thighs quaking, and then he carried himself back up. He repeated the motion over and over again, riding Taehyung mechanically while facing the camera. It still didn’t feel good, but it was slightly better at this more leisurely pace.
Until he repositioned himself with a slightly different angle, a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, his elbow jutting outwards.
“Oh,” Jungkook squeaked. He’d finally found some pleasure in this. He repeated the same motion, dragging his body upwards and then sinking back down. That same spark of pleasure erupted in his gut. Jungkook moaned lewdly. To think, all it took was a slight angle change. As soon as he got his bearings, he began to bounce on Taehyung’s cock, making sure to hit the same spot over and over again.
Taehyung seemed unaware of Jungkook’s new found pleasure. He pinched Jungkook’s waist, urged him to go faster, go deeper. Jungkook gleefully complied. He bounced on Taehyung’s lap with his legs spread wide as his own hard-on remained useless, pointing at the camera.
Jungkook’s eyebrows knitted in consternation as he rode Taehyung. With Jungkook in control, he could take what he wanted from Taehyung, let that big cock pleasure him in ways he’d never been pleasured.
On Jungkook’s upward bounce, Taehyung held him there for a moment as he squirted more lubricant onto his cock. They’d been fucking for so long now, he was beginning to dry up. Jungkook was thankful for the extra slide when he sank back down. It felt so good that Jungkook, without his consent, spurted come onto the floor in front of him.
Taehyung saw it. “Did you just— Are you coming?”
“I don’t know,” Jungkook mumbled. “I think so.” But nothing followed after that first spurt.
“I’m close,” Taehyung hissed.
Jungkook thought he was too. His left eyelid twitched uncontrollably as he bounced on Taehyung’s dick until his eye shut completely. He only had his other eye to see through, and with it, he stared the camera down.
Taehyung didn’t give him any warning as he came inside his ass; spurt after spurt filling up Jungkook’s devirginised asshole.
They gathered their breaths for a moment as Taehyung pulled out and threw Jungkook back onto his hands and knees on the couch. A second later, he was back with his camera, zooming it into Jungkook’s filled up and defiled hole. He felt so swollen and puffy down there. It’d be sure to hurt for days.
“Try pushing the come out,” Taehyung said, breathless.
Jungkook did so. He could feel a warm, wet strip of semen spill out his asshole, down his perineum, and balls.
“Did I do good?” Jungkook asked. He hadn’t orgasmed himself, but that tiny spurt earlier was enough.
“The very best,” Taehyung said with a smile in his voice.
When Jungkook turned around to smile back, he saw that, despite coming inside him, Taehyung’s cock was still very hard and very angry.
Taehyung must have read his confused expression. He said, “We’re not done here.” Jungkook’s eyes widened as Taehyung shoved his cock into his sloppy, puffed up hole.
—
“How’d you like your first cock?” Taehyung asked, zooming in on Jungkook’s fucked out face. He was boneless on the couch, truly debauched and filthy with Taehyung’s come inside and on him. They’d been fucking for hours and Jungkook had already come twice.
“Loved it,” Jungkook said into the camera. His voice was hoarse and strained. “Loved it so much.”
“We’ve got a cockslut everyone,” Taehyung exclaimed with a laugh. “Think you’d like to get fucked again?”
“Definitely.”
“By me?”
“Yes.”
“Such a good boy.” Taehyung reached over to caress his cheek.
“Thank you for casting me, hyung.”