This guy...they had him rigged up on some sort of pleasure machine.

His cries of ecstasy reached me and I couldn't help but love his voice. He let quiet curses leave his lips occasionally and that drew my attention to his mouth.

The machine had a long metal rod on it, moving back and forth at different speeds. On the end of the rod a big, blue dildo pounded relentlessly into the beautiful guy's hole. He was on his knees, arms tied behind his back.

All we could do was watch and try not to blow a load in our pants.

I looked around at all the guys like me, the ones who come for the shows regularly. They all seemed as astonished as me.

We hadn't ever seen this beauty before, so he had to have been new, but most newbies can't take the abuse his hole is currently going through.

"More!" The beauty cried out, "Give me more!"

He was like a nympho in dude form, maybe even the very definition needed to be changed just because of this guy.

"I'm cumming!" he cried out, making all of us pay close attention.

I watched him wiggle around, his toes curling and body tensing. His fucking thighs. I internally groaned, sweeping my eyes over every muscle he had.
Six pack, perfect calves, rippling back muscles, perfect biceps-

His cry of pleasure tuned me back in to the world and I suddenly felt my bulge start to grow.

After his orgasm, the place went quiet, the only sound his heavy breathing.

As per usual, people turned to leave. I stayed a bit, watching as the people who owned the shows and beauties in it came to untie the god I saw before me. I was requesting him next time, so I needed to know his name.

I watched him stumble away, being held up by the man who came to untie him.

Once they disappeared behind the curtain, I realized I was the only one left standing there. I sighed and made my way over to the owner's office.

I had no reason to knock, so I went straight in and took a seat.

"Oh, hello Mr. Jeon, how was the show?"

I stayed quiet and he chuckled.

"Yeah I know. That kid's insane...well he's not a kid to you, but to me he is. So, how can I help you?"

"I want him," I flatly stated.

He chuckled again and leaned forward in his seat, "I'm sorry, no can do. Jimin's going to be bringing in a lot of our money for a while. The promo we sent out got a lot of attention."

"How much?" I asked calmly.

"Look, you're one of our favorites around here," he sighed, "You pay your dues, you're respectful to the staff and show boys...but we're goin' under and we need this kid."

I stalled at that. I really liked this place and the people who ran it, but I also really liked Jimin's ass. "I'll pay your bills for the next six months," I offered.

"Sorry, Jungkook, but we're so far in debt that no amount of money could replace him. We'd need charity and Park Jimin."

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So I came back every week, hoping Jimin would be showing. Three out of four times he was and that's when the house was packed. Jimin did two shows on those days just to cycle everyone in.

If you saw the show both times, you paid double the second time around, which I didn't mind since I got to witness perfection twice in three hours.

"His body is perfect," one guy next to me said, talking to a friend who stood on his other side.

I agreed with him, though. I got a little angry once it hit me that more people were seeing Jimin than just me. I guess I was too lost in his performances to realize it before.

"Ah!" Jimin's final moan of the night echoed loudly around the room then silence over took the space and men started to leave.

I stayed like I usually did and watched Jimin's aftermath.

I knew the girls that worked here were watching me from behind the curtain, but I didn't care. I stayed and watched Jimin get up, a little shaky like normal, before he walked to the curtain.

"Thanks for coming to see me, Mr. Jeon," he said then left me standing there, dumbfounded.

Mr. Jeon. The way it left his lips was orgasmic in itself.

I turned towards the owner's door, seeing it open, and I made my way over to it. I got close enough to hear someone say "want him" which made my blood boil. Jimin was mine.

I walked into the room and quietly took a seat, making the short blonde haired guy glare at me.

"I'm sorry Yoon Gi, but right now this young man is our top bidder. Once Jimin's contract is up, he'll be the first one consulted."

"How much is he offering?" Yoon Gi crossed his arms.

"Whatever it takes," I interjected.

Yoon Gi looked back to the owner then dropped his arms back to his sides, "When is his contract up?"

"Two months. We should be back on our feet with the amount of money he brings in every night."

"Then I'll talk to you again in two months," Yoon Gi sated flatly then left the room.

I rolled my eyes and looked to the owner.

"You mafia leaders sure are bossy," he ran a hand through his hair.

"Part of the job," I shrugged, "I don't care who he is, he's not getting Jimin. I'll make sure of that."

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For two months, I came to watch Jimin twice every week. I always stayed until he left and he always thanked me for coming. It wasn't much, but the simple acknowledgement from him set my groin on fire.

I had to relieve myself in the car before I could drive the short distance to my apartment.

When I got home one night, I stared around at the large space. I felt so lonely here, the only thing to cure it was thinking of Jimin.

I laid in bed, daydreaming of holding him and making him laugh...making him moan.

This guy was older than me, but he was so much of a bottom it made my head spin. I just thought of all the shows I watched, all the things I've seen him do. He seems to just love being touched or filled. I could do plenty of both, if I could just have him.

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Yoon Gi walked up to me before Jimin's show started, eyeing me up and down before scoffing.

I rolled my eyes and checked my phone for any updates on my group's shipment.

"Boss man said he might let each of us keep Jimin for a week and then Jimin can decide who he wants to be sold to."

I nodded in acknowledgment, signaling that I heard him.

"Any objections?" He asked.

"Yeah," I put my phone away and turned to him, "I'll just take Jimin and you can fuck off."

He chuckled at that, "I guess you got appointed leader for a reason."

"I don't have a problem telling people what I want," I turned forwards and started to wait for Jimin.

Soon enough everyone quietened down and I saw Jimin come out from behind the big curtain. He was dressed down today compared to his usual button up shirt and dress pants. He simply rocked a pair of black skinny jeans and a loose tank top.

From no where, another guy appeared and the two of them sat down on the sofa that was sat facing the audience.

"Now we get to see him in action," someone mumbled, to which another viewer chuckled.

The guy with him had red hair, a blue bandana tied around his head. His clothing was similar to that of Jimin's, only he had a t-shirt instead of a tank top.

I didn't like him as much as Jimin, he wasn't as small and didn't look as cute.

Nevertheless, I jealously watched Jimin work his magic with a handjob, a blowjob, and lastly I witnessed how beautiful he looked on his back.

He looked good from a side angle, but being on top of him and inside him was a whole other fantasy.

Somehow an hour and a half passed quickly.

Today was Jimin's last day, so this was his last show. I didn't get all of my time in with him that I wanted.

I still stayed after everyone else left, watching that guy help Jimin off the couch.

"Thanks for coming to see me, Mr. Jeon," Jimin said as usual.

I stayed quiet like normal and let him go behind the curtain before I rushed to the owner's office.

Yoon Gi was already there, a stack of money in his hand.

"Thirty thousand," the short blonde said, a smirk on his face, "For keeps."
I smirked back, "I paid forty thousand in advance. I have another ten right here," I reached into my pocket and threw the stack on the desk in front of the owner, "If we play for keeps, you lose."

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It was a bit awkward and quiet as I drove Jimin to his apartment. He said he didn't need to go, but I wanted him to get some of his things that would maybe help him feel more at home.

"So...do you just want me for sex?" He asked.

I glanced at him, then shrugged a bit, "I don't know. I just know that I want you."

"Well...I...I've always liked sex. So that's how I ended up working there. I enjoyed it."

"You won't have to work anymore. I'll take care of you," I said, as reassuring as I could.

"Thank you Mr. Jeon," he said respectfully.

"Just call me Jungkook," I stated, hitting my turn signal as I switched lanes.

"Okay," he nodded, "I...can I bring some...toys back with me?"

I glanced at him again, seeing him staring out the window, "I don't see why not. I won't be around all the time anyway."

"Then I'll definitely need them," he mumbled, "How much will you be around?"

"As much as possible. I like to rest if I don't have important things to take care of. Saturdays I usually spend with my hyung though, so you can do whatever you want then."

"Oh," he said understandingly, "I have a younger brother. He's really adorable, but he doesn't really like my job selections."

Jimin laughed a bit and it made me chuckle, "That's the cutest laugh I have ever heard."

"No, it's ghastly," he covered his smile.

"I think you're perfect," I shrugged and looked back to the road.

He happily hummed, "Thanks. You're hot yourself. Got a nice voice, too."

"Thanks," I turned my eyes away from him, trying not to let an erection become a problem.

After that it was kind of quiet, then his phone buzzed in the cupholder. He checked it then sighed, throwing it in the backseat.

"Someone you don't like, I presume?"

"Yeah, my stupid ex boyfriend. I don't know how he got my new number, but he is pretty well known so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised."

"What's his name? Maybe I know him, too," I took a right as he instructed me with hand signals.

"Min Yoon Gi. He's like...a vice leader of some gang or something now."

"Is he short and skinny?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's him. Have you seen him recently? He always changes his hair color; I wonder what it is now."

"Blonde," I said, "I saw him today actually. I...paid more money for you than he did."

A soft 'Hm' came from Jimin and then he sighed, "I broke up with him because he was getting way too into his job. He didn't spend enough time with me and there's only so much I can do for myself."

"I understand that completely," I agreed and stopped in front of the building he pointed to.

"Speaking of, I'll be right back with all the...essentials," he laughed and got out of the car, "Stay here. My roommate might be home."

I nodded as he shut the door and hurried over to the building. The thought crossed my mind that he might not come back, what with his other option being taken against his will.

But I still waited, for twenty minutes I had a text argument with Jin hyung about our weapons shipment. He said it didn't arrive today, but it was supposed to have. I hated when things got off schedule, it only made things harder.

Jimin came back, pecking the window and motioning for me to open the trunk for him.

I did, then watched as he picked up a big box and carried it to the trunk. He came back and got a small suitcase, throwing it into the cargo space as well.

He came back to the passenger seat after closing the back door and sighed as he plopped down, "Jin Chi told me you were bidding on me so I was practically already packed up and ready to go."

"And you didn't protest it?" I asked as I put the car in drive and pulled back out on to the road.

"I did at first, but then I figured out who you were and I noticed you staying after the shows. It was kind of nice to have someone interested in me."

"Was?"

"Is," he corrected himself, "It is nice. I like the positive attention."

I nodded in understanding, letting it go quiet. I didn't have any other questions, but I wanted him to keep talking so that he could get comfortable around me. "Tell me about you."

"Huh?" He cutely said, "You wanna know about me?"

"Yeah, that's what I said," I chuckled, glancing over at him.

"Oh well...my name's Park Jimin...uh, I'm twenty three, I'm from Busan-"

"No way," I interrupted, "Me too. What brings you to Seoul?"

"I originally came to be a dancer. I went to school for it and everything...and then I lost my virginity and all I could ever think about was sex, so I dropped professional dancing and started stripping. Weird right? But...anyway after that...one of the guys at the strip club recommended the live shows to me. He said he went occasionally, and it was really nice. And then I just did the shows and here we are."

"I would've liked to see you strip," I commented.

"Well, maybe I'll show you sometime," he laughed, "I mean, they're'll be plenty of chances."

"Yeah," I nodded, glancing over at his thighs. They were a force to be reckoned with.

"So, why are you in Seoul, Jungkook?"

"Um...running an underground business," I stated, sort of unsure about my answer.

"Is it like...black market trade or...drugs or something?"

"A little of both actually. Plus some more side stuff that isn't very pleasant."

"If you had to give your job a name, what would it be?"

"Mafia leader," I said quietly although clearly.

"Oh...so you're one, too," Jimin seemed a little bummed out.

I chuckled a bit and shook my head, "Yoon Gi isn't as high in ranking as me. He never will be because he doesn't own the group he's in. My group is my lineage."

"So you own the Jeon Mafia?"

"Yeah, and all the people in it."

I let him mull that over and he suddenly inhaled, "That's actually kind of hot."

I smirked and dropped my eyes to my hands for a couple seconds, "You have fetishes for just about everything, don't you?"

"In simple terms, yes. But if you want to get technical, I just love the thought and the feeling of physical and mental ecstasy."

"Well, things like that can be arranged," I smiled to him and he exhaled.

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"Mm," Jimin whimpered in my ear as I slowed my pace, being more forceful with my thrusts.

His arms were wrapped around my neck so tightly that I couldn't put space between us. And when I tried to lift myself up, he just pulled me down, whispering "Stay close" into my ear.

His thighs were my main focus, as always, and I kept caressing his skin whenever I had the chance. The feeling of pure muscle under my fingers drove me insane.

"Jungkook," he breathed out my name, starting to pet my hair and move his hips in sync with my thrusts.

"Tell me what you want," I huffed out some air.

"Inside," he muttered, "Cum inside."

That sounded like a great idea for me, so I picked up my pace, wanting to satisfy him faster.

I knew from watching him pleasure himself at the shows that I wouldn't even have to touch his dick. He could get off by just shoving things inside himself.

"Shit," he breathed out, tightening his arms around my neck, "Shit, yes! Fuck, Jungkook, I'm so close! Don't stop, please!"

I didn't; I hadn't even thought about it. I'd been holding myself back, wanting to know how it felt around my length when he came.

"God!" He grabbed my bicep and started to kiss my neck.

I closed my eyes and let him experiment, not seeing what harm could come from it.

He lightly moaned, but it was muffled against my skin.

"Jimin," I whispered, "I'm close, too."

"Ah!" He groaned and pulled his lips off me, "Don't tell me that! Especially in that sexy ass voice."

I chuckled into his ear, "Glad you like it."

"Fuck, I got goosebumps," he laughed a bit before his next moan.

I swept my hand over his stomach, feeling his abs, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't push me towards my climax even more.

Another one of his lewd moans broke through to me and I focused my eyes back on his.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I breathed out, "Moan more."

He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled my hips forward, slamming me into him.

A string of moans left him as he came, white liquid staining his abs. I started to move as he clenched around me, wanting to cum inside him while he was still on his high.

"Yes, just like that," his arms left my neck and his hands scratched across my back.

I dropped my head, pressing our foreheads together as I came.

He moved to kiss my neck as I breathed heavily. I felt his tongue traveling across my skin and I shivered.

I pushed myself up, slightly shaking my head, "That...That's too much Jimin."

He giggled, "Did I tire you out Mr. Jeon? I'm sorry, let me make it up to you," he held out his arms and I leaned back down, expecting the heated make out session I'd been wanting since I first saw him.

He wrapped me in a hug then flipped me on to my back. As he raised up, I let my eyes devour him. He looked so nice from this angle.

"You're still hard, so let's go again," he bit his lip.

"Do you ever calm down?"

"Nope," he smiled proudly, "I'm always horny."

I reached out and grabbed his hips, slowly moving him back and forth on top of me, "How did you get such a great ass? I mean, it's perfect."

"Good genetics baby," he placed his palms on my chest and started to bounce on my length.

I watched his brow furrow then he dropped his head, a small whimper leaving his lips.

I stared at him as he went. Every kilogram of his weight was pure muscle by the looks of it. When he dropped his hips back to mine, the only thing that moved was his perfect ass. His hair was still nice looking despite all the wiggling he did against the pillow earlier.

His face was perfectly structured as well and his jawline...oh my god that jawline.

"You're driving me crazy," I quietly admitted.

"H-How so?" He looked up to me.

"You're so sexy and your voice, your moans," I couldn't find a word that fit good enough to describe it.

"You have a nice voice, too. Especially when you whisper in my ear, that's what really gives me goosebumps."

I lifted my knees up and he reached back, putting his hands on them to help pull himself up.

"Can we do this every night?" He asked before he moaned and stopped bouncing.

I gripped his hips tighter and rubbed circles into his sides, "If you can take it."

"I don't care if I can take it. I just really fucking want it," he whimpered.

I shrugged, "I wouldn't turn down the opportunity."

"Fuck yeah," he threw his head back, starting to bounce again, "God, you're so big."

Ah, the words every top loved to hear. My ego was boosted so much with those three words.

"I don't know if I've ever been this full," he breathed out, dropping his head forward, "It's great."

"Get down here," I motioned for him to lean down to me.

He did so, his bouncing coming to a halt as I slowly thrust into him. He