Hyunjin sat in the passenger's seat of Jeongin's car, doing his best not to take mental notes of how many blocks away from the dorms they were getting or which turns they were taking. Even if he opened his eyes, he couldn't see past the opaque blindfold the fox-faced man had tied around his sunglasses hidden under a black baseball cap. He adjusted himself to try to get comfortable, but he couldn't help but feel his cheeks burning. After having his porn put online without his permission, he didn't really feel up to any more surprises. Hyunjin hated feeling out of control of his life, but for as little trust he had left in Jeongin, it was enough for him to believe he was in for something fun. "I promise," the model persisted, "you're going to love this."
When they finally stopped, Hyunjin knew not to remove his blindfold just yet. He waited for Jeongin to come around to open the passenger door, the younger man helping him into a pair of 6-inch stilettos and leading him inside a quiet, empty-sounding building, the echo of the heels reverberating off the walls. "This way," Jeongin said, taking the idol's hand. It was shaking from nervousness. Hyunjin wasn't used to that.
Jeongin stopped at a point, taking his lover's shoulders and positioning them toward a certain point. From behind he slowly removed Hyunjin's designer trench coat, revealing a beautiful, black lace lingerie coordinate underneath. It was soft and flush against the idol's glowing skin, Jeongin running a hand up his side, gripping his waistline. "You look beautiful," he said in awe. "Just wait for a moment." Hyunjin could hear rustling around the room, things being adjusted into place. Jeongin made doubly sure of every single detail; everything had to be perfect. "Ok," he said returning, removing the cap from Hyunjin's golden hair. "This is going to sound strange, but lean forward and duck your head and keep your feet in place."
Hyunjin cocked an eyebrow, doing as he was told. His arms reached out in front of him and he felt a space in what seemed to be a wall in front of him. He leaned into the space, holding his breath, but feeling some kind of supportive, flat cushion underneath his torso. "You can relax on it," the model said, Hyunjin doing his best to do so. He heard Jeongin walk away only to hear a door open on the other side of the wall and what he hoped were still the younger man's footsteps. His wrists were suddenly bound in front of him, thick leather handcuffs allowing him just enough range of motion to maybe push his hair back or scratch his face.
Jeongin removed the blindfold and sunglasses, fixing Hyunjin's hair as the idol blinked and looked around. "Innie, what--" "No, call me 'the fox,' remember? That's important." Hyunjin looked up to see Jeongin wearing a very ornate, lace mask with fox ears. His hair was slicked all the way back and he wore nothing but a silky, black robe. "Our guests are filing in, now." Jeongin adjusted a black, velvet curtain on this side of the wall, covering the edges of the hole in it. Hyunjin could see now he was laying on what appeared to be a mini massage table, only the lower half of his body sticking out of the other side of the wall. His heart began to race as he heard a cacophony of footsteps and men's voices just on the other side. His eyes widened as he looked up. "In... Fox, what's going on?"
"Shhh..." Jeongin knelt down to kiss Hyunjin's blushing lips, pressing against them tenderly, running a thumb along the idol's chin. "I'm playing host, tonight, so all will be explained, shortly. Just know, it's all about you, so please just focus on thoroughly enjoying yourself." The idol's heart slammed in his chest, a mixture of excitement and arousal stirring through his entire body as he finally realized what was about to happen. He felt himself start to harden as Jeongin went out to address the crowd, a smile curling at the edges of his mouth.
"Gentlemen, welcome!" Hyunjin could hear Jeongin's voice easily, from the other side of the wall, meaning he was close. "Thank you all for coming and for all your support, as you are the top fifty contributors to our page, The Fox and Angel, on your favorite site! We appreciate your patronage, and as a very special thank you, we've arranged this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity... to do what you've only fantasized about." Hyunjin felt a hand run along the side of his lower body, as if showing it off. He arched his back and bit his lip, knowing 50 men were now staring him down. His cock was fully erect, now. "I, the fox, present to you, your angel. Each of you will get at least one turn to breed him. Condoms are optional but not required, as each of you has passed the prior screening, which we thank you for completing before your arrival, today. After leaving your seed, you may get back in line, kneel and perform your favorite oral activity, or play with one another, but when the clock strikes the 3-hour mark, you will have to take your leave, so we encourage your to make the most of your time, here." Jeongin's fingers slid the g-string lace to the side and pressed against Hyunjin's hole, leaving it slick with lubricant. Hyunjin began to tremble at the teasing sensation, his eyes already rolling back. "Please, mind the cameras, and worry not, as we will blur your faces for the next video." 'The fox' patted Hyunjin's backside, the trained idol jiggling slightly for dramatic effect to look even more enticing. "Now please, single-file... enjoy!"
Before Jeongin returned, the sound of fifty men lined up behind Hyunjin's body had the idol beyond eager. "Fox," he said, reluctantly upon Jeongin's return. "How did you--"
Jeongin bent over, pulling Hyunjin by the hair to look up at him. "You told me, you missed out on your deepest fantasy, didn't you? Allow me to give this to you. It's safe, I promise. No one will find out, no one will judge you, everyone has been tested, there is nothing but pleasure to be had, here, so be sure to let it all out, baby." He gingerly released Hyunjin's hair, pulling up a seat in front of his 'angel.' "However," he continued, undoing his robe, leaning on an elbow, "I'm the only one who gets that pretty mouth of yours."
Hyunjin took Jeongin between his lips, but he couldn't hold in his moaning as the first cock penetrated his tight boy pussy, nor with the next cock, or the next. About ten minutes in, he felt warm, slick liquid start to squirt from inside him with each pump, his fans obviously just as excited as he was. "Thank you, angel!" Words of praise, aggressive grunts and whines of pure pleasure were all he could hear. His eyes struggled to stay open as he felt a tongue lap at his balls, a mouth running along his shaft, and another suckling at the tip all at the same time, his entire manhood pulsating and ready after a few men already had their turn fucking him, his legs shaking in bliss. "Fox," he choked behind the model's dick in his mouth. "I'm... I'm going to--"
"Just let it happen," Jeongin said, running a hand through the idol's hair. "Let this be your first of many, tonight." Hyunjin bucked his hips back and forth, each of the men currently having him moving a bit less as Hyunjin pumped a fresh load of cum down a stranger's throat. "Mmm, delicious, angel," the disembodied voice encouraged, licking the tip of his cock just a bit more before moving on, another man taking his place as another cock slid inside him, forcing more cum to seep out of Hyunjin's sullied hole with every thrust. Hyunjin had never felt more alive, more admired, more desired in his life. Jeongin pulled out, standing and taking a fistful of the angel's hair, forcing him to look up at him. "Hold out your tongue for me," he commanded, Hyunjin doing as he was told, his body being pushed back and forth as he was pumped full of another man's cock. Jeongin jerked himself off, staring back down at his lover as he came all over the angel's face. "Just because I cum doesn't mean you get to stop sucking," he said, "but I'm going to go tend to our guests." He pulled out a quality digital camera, smiling as he held it up. "I'll be right back."
Hyunjin felt another dumping of cum deep inside of him, bouncing on the next man's exceptionally thick cock. It was like a dream, there was no possible way this scenario was real. It was too good, he thought. He cried out as he pushed himself down onto the stranger's dick, someone still licking his own. The sensitivity didn't bother him, anymore. He was in heaven, an angel, indeed. He lost count of how many cream pies he'd received, hearing the camera shutter go off every few seconds. He arched his back, tightening himself to each new cock that pushed inside him. Jeongin returned a while after, holding up his cock to Hyunjin. There was fresh cum all over it. "Clean me up, angel," he said, sweetly. Hyunjin wasted no time, holding the cum-covered dick at the base before licking and sucking the fluids off. They were sweet, salty, and bitter at the same time. Hyunjin didn't care who they were from, he simply swallowed it all as the fox began to harden in his mouth, again. Jeongin held the back of Hyunjin's head, pumping in and out as he pulsated, throwing his head back as he released inside of his boyfriend. "What a good little cum-dumpster," someone cried out from behind him as another man came in his ass. Hyunjin couldn't hold it in, again, and he didn't want to, fighting back a scream as he did the same, the man behind him jerking him into someone's mouth, his tight little orbs still being lapped up by a pair of greedy tongues. A couple of men came up on either side, shooting their loads across his back, unable to contain themselves. There were hands, mouths, cocks, and fluids absolutely everywhere. The lack of control Hyunjin felt had shifted into a willingness to let anything and everything happen, that night.
And it would be the performance of his lifetime.
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