Sweat or Rain

'splish sploosh splash'

Jimin ran down the road in the heavy downpour with great haste, doing his best to shelter his head from the rain that sprinkled the flat landscape as thunder roared above.  He hadn't exactly planned to be caught in a storm in the middle of nowhere, on foot.  He was driving through the flat countryside of the Midwest to meet with his good friend Alice, with whom he currently was having a secret affair with, to enjoy his short vacation from the celebrity life.  Yet few could have foreseen a lightning bolt striking a telephone pole and it falling onto his car as he was taking a piss break off the side of the road.  Well, perhaps he could've foreseen it had he read the weather report that day but such behaviors were below him. 
Now, there he is, lost in the countryside of the United States of America, rain and thunder above and nowhere to find shelter.  He was too afraid to reach for his phone, as it was a badly designed knockoff of an old Nokia and was only meant to be used for his private calls to Alice.  He sighed in despair, his blondish hair being soaked along with all his clothes.  "At least I'm not being held hostage by crazy, cannibal rednecks!" , he thought to himself, reminiscing that one time he watched the Hills have Eyes.
He peered around once more, having walked a further distance, to try and spot any form of shelter.  Then, he saw it.  Through the heavy downpour was what looked like lights from a house, awkwardly placed in the middle of a field, shining like headlights through the storm.  He didn't take long to ponder the situation, and began to make his way towards the lights.
As he approached the house it had a worn-down and rusted metal fence surrounding it, the little gate wide open.  The house itself was weirdly slanted to the left, the foundations having fallen victim to erosion and decay.  It looked like it had been designed sometime in the 19th century perhaps, but Jimin wasn't exactly knowledgeable in historical architecture as such mundane information is best studied by the rabble of society.  He approached the doorsteps leading to the entrance, the wood creaking loudly as he made his way up, which didn't help Jimin's body image.  He tentatively lifted his hand up, and after bracing himself with a deep breath, knocked on the door three times. 
He fidgeted awkwardly, the sound of the rain and thunder suddenly sounding so loud as he waited in anticipation.  He could make out quiet footsteps approaching the door from the other side despite the rainfall, and at last the locks on the other side began to be unlocked.  In that moment Jimin glanced behind him and entertained the thought of just running away, his introversion nearly getting the better of him.  But too late, the door opened up just in that moment with a load creak.
Jimin turned around and gasped in shock and in awe, and staring back at him was his fellow BTS member, Yoongi.  He was dressed in a red velvet colored robe, his stage name 'Suga' sewn delicately and artistically in golden letters on the right side of it.  In his right hand was a pipe with some sort of plant burning inside it, the well sanded wooden design making it appear very similar to the pipe used by Gandalf in the Fellowship of the Ring.  Yoongi's hair was wild and tousled, his eyelids low as his face expressed a certain boredom and distaste for life in general.
"Yoongi?!" , exclaimed Jimin in surprise.  He was in the middle of nowhere, in the United States, surrounded by flatlands with the nearest town lying thirty miles away and so far into the countryside that the locals start looking funny due to excessive inbreeding, and here was a friendly face! 
"Jimin," Yoongi remarked with an expression of mild surprise barely gracing his eyes.  "You are the last person I'd expect to see around here."
The fashionably dressed Popstar glanced around his front yard behind Jimin before placing his pipe to his lips and inhaling deeply, exhaling before wiping his nose.  "Well this is awkward."
"Yeah, yeah it definitely is" responded Jimin, still soaking in the rain as he awkwardly scratches his chin.  He looks over Yoongi's shoulder and into the house, the dry and warm abode appearing so delightful in that moment. Yoongi followed his friend's gaze into his home, taking the pipe out of his mouth as he realizes the situation.
"You, uhh..  You wanna come in?"
"Oh my god, yes!"
The pair entered the house, Jimin looking sheepishly around as he attempted with great difficulty to remove his soaked clothes, the fabric sticking to his skin.  He dressed down into his underpants, so wet with rainfall they resembled a loincloth.  He hurriedly took his clothes while he shivered, goosebumps appearing on his skin as the warmth of the house crawled up his spine, and speed walked to the nearby fireplace and laid out his clothes to dry.  He sighed in relief, pushing his wet hair back to relieve his forehead of the sensation of gross seaweed sticking to his skin. 
He glanced around the house, the fire lighting up the cozy room.  There were two rocking chairs atop of a large polar bear fur rug, each chair having what appeared to be cheetah skins adorning them.  Along the walls of the room were mounted heads of deer, bears and lions and over the fireplace hung the most grotesque trophy; what appeared to be a mutilated elephant skull, its heavy and hypnotic gaze staring across the room.
To say that Jimin was a bit uncomfortable would be an understatement, not to mention the sight of a long elephant rifle leaned against one of the chairs.  As he began to dry off he heard a creaking sound behind him, quickly turning to see Yoongi with his pipe staring down at him. 
"You mind if I ask why you are all the way out here?", the taller one asked, taking a big puff from his pipe.
"I could ask you the same", replied Jimin, slowly going into a fetus position as his discomfort became overbearing.  The dark haired Korean folded his lips into a straight line and nodded his head a bit with eyebrows raised, as if to communicate a 'fair enough'. 
"Well, make yourself at home.  Dry yourself off, wouldn't want to catch a cold, would we?"
Jimin nodded awkwardly, trying to relax himself.  "Why was Yoongi all the way out here, in a crooked house filled with mounted animal heads and skins?", he wondered to himself.  As he listened to his Yoongi's footsteps lead away from the fireplace, he decided that he would try not to stay here too long.  He wouldn't ask any questions and he wouldn't mention this to anyone once he returned to Korea, but he felt an aching fear that placed him into a feeling of great anxiety. 
He reached into his wet pocket to retrieve his shitty phone, opening it up and sighing with relief to see it hadn't short circuited thanks to the rain but frowned with mild annoyance as he saw that there was no signal.  He closed the phone and placed it onto the nearby rocking chair, shifting uncomfortably.  He looked down at his well toned body, thinking about his heart's desire, Alice, and wondering whether or not he'll be able to still visit her now that he's been forced to take a detour. 
Biting his lip he looked to his left, spotting a stack of folded blankets atop a wooden chest.  He got up and approached the stack, grabbing the top blanket and returning to his spot near by the fire place.  He rearranged his soaking clothes so that he had space to lay down, trying his best to get comfortable on the tiger skin carpet.  He pulled to blanket over his body, one leg outside for body temperature regulation, and placed his bicep under his head and got as comfortable as was possible what with the whole line of animal heads adorning the walls and staring down at him.
"Uhh, Yoongi?  I'm just going to go ahead and err, get some sleep", Jimin called in the direction of the living room entrance, shifting to get comfortable again. 
"Yeah, sure."
Satisfied yet still feeling some urgency, Jimin closed his eyes and began to drift into slumber with the sounds of the fire crackling and the rain hitting the rooftop.  He began to get lost in thought thinking about all his anxieties regarding his life in a boy band, thinking about all the limitations and acts he has to follow in order to please the public.  He remembered when he was a teen and had watched The Wolf of Wall Street, thinking of how amazing the rich life was.  But he didn't get to experience any bit of that life.  No cocaine, no hot wife with a thick New Yorker accent, no ecstasy and prostitutes.  He even has to hide his romantic interests simply because it would ruin his career because his fans can't handle the idea of their dream boy having someone to love.
"What creeps", he thought to himself, slowly drifting away.  But just as sleep began to grip him, something hot began to be felt behind his ear, like breathing.  What felt like an arm tried to wrap itself around his waist, but Jimin quickly shot himself away.
"Gah!"
The perpetrator in this very odd engagement was Yoongi, his robe gone and now completely nude, his member stiffened with a semi.  He had a hand holding his head up as his used his right finger to slowly caress the rug in circular motions.  "What's the matter?"
"What's the matter?!", repeated Jimin in surprise, "What are you doing?!"
"Oh, you know..", mumbled the dark haired Korean, smirking a bit with his eyebrows raised, "...just trying to make you feel at home."
Jimin gagged in disgust, looking around in in terror as he began to grip his hair.  He slowly calmed himself down, stuttering a bit as he tried to get his point across. 
"Look, man, I don't know what kind of signals you think I've been sending but I am just not interested in this sort of... thing."
He couldn't help but stare at the long, thick and vein covered manhood that was attached to the well shaped body of his friend.  The head was uncircumcised but it was easily viewable as the sheer size of it pushed away the skin.  A feeling of anxiety crept over Jimin, but he could not keep his eyes away from the erect monstrosity, a slight tingling sensation felt in his own underwear.  He shook his head furiously, trying to banish the thoughts from his mind.
"Please understand, I don't swing that way.  I'm sorry if I come across as such, but I just want to sleep and get on the road again in the morning..."
Yoongi smirked, standing up and leaning on his left leg before gesturing towards the door.  "Well, fair enough Jimin.  But I only have so much space in my home and if I get nothing out of you staying here, then I'm afraid you have to leave".
Jimin rubbed his forehead in frustration.  The rain and thunder was still very discernible from the sound of things, and due to the flat terrain it would just be dangerous to walk around.  Furthermore his clothes weren't dry yet and the rain and darkness would likely give him hypothermia and he was far away from any civilization, his car also destroyed.
He pondered the situation again, disgusted by the way that Yoongi was forcing him into this.  Though he didn't want it, he could tell his frustration was obvious and the other Korean's smirk grew wider and toothier.  Tears began to well in his eyes, but Jimin quickly wiped them away as he took in a deep breath and exhaled in defeat.
"Al...alright then..."
"Splendid!", yelled Yoongi as he clapped his hands together, making Jimin flinch from the sudden change in tone.  The young man strolled on over to the one of the rocking chairs, sitting himself down and grabbing his juicy cock and rubbing his hand up and down the shaft, using his other hand to beckon Jimin over with a smirk.  Though the blondish haired man was very much horrified by the situation, he felt a certain desire drawing him towards his fellow man that he had not realized he had.  He tried to push the thoughts from his mind, but he approached anyways, knowing what must be done and getting on his knees.
"Hmm, hmm..." moaned Yoongi, his grin now wider than ever before as he used his fingers to comb back Jimin's hair, gripping tightly.  He looked disturbingly pleased with himself, something which bothered Jimin as he felt a tear go down his cheek. 
He looked down at the large manhood, remarking to himself about just how perfectly shaped it was, and how ridiculously large it was compared to his own.  Feeling momentarily embarrassed before remembering he's being forced into unwanted sex, he lowered his head until his mouth was directly above the cock.  He suppressed a gag before gently licking the tip, shuddering at the salty taste. 
"Mmmm... You are obviously not very experienced with this, Jimmy ol' boy!", moaned Yoongi, pushing Jimin's head lower onto his cock quickly and without warning, the large shaft quickly hitting the back of the young man's throat making him gag. 
Jimin had to repress the urge to vomit, tears now pouring from his eyes before Yoongi finally lifted his head back up allowing for him to breath.  Saliva now coated Yoongi's cock, drool leaking from the corner of Jimin's mouth.  He began to cough terribly while Yoongi just laughed, not giving the other man any respite before forcing his head back down.
This time however he didn't force it all the way in, allowing Jimin to adjust his mouth to the penis' size.  Trying to get comfortable in this very sticky situation, he began to suckle on the cock, slowly bobbing his head up and down as Yoongi groaned in pleasure.  His tongue circled around the head, tasting and taking in the texture of the flesh as he licked up all pre-cum that leaked out of the dick's entrance.  As he drooled more and more on the dick, it became easier and easier to bob his head and lick it up and down, and when he had just found a routine Yoongi spoke up.
"Haven't you watched any porno's, Jimin?  Don't leave my balls hangin'"
Jimin took his mouth off the cock to look up at Yoongi in disgust, but realizing what he has already been forced to do he didn't have much of a problem at this point following instructions.  He held up the penis and got below it, looking at the hairy, unshaven mess that was Yoongi's ballsack.  He tentatively took one testicle into his mouth as he jerked the cock with his right hand, sucking on it and hearing rewarding moans from the taller asian.  He blew out the testicle from his mouth and moved on the next one, getting the pubes soaked with his saliva as he sucked on the other one as well.
Finally finishing up he moved back up top and bobbed his head on the shaft some more before finally Yoongi pushed Jimin's head away, grinning in satisfaction. 
"I want you to bend over."
Jimin now truly felt the feeling of dread that he noticed when he was first propositioned.  While sucking on the prick was humiliating and disgusting in its own right, what he really feared was having something forced into his rear.  Not to mention just how large it was.  Jimin knew protesting would not work, he knew he had to carry on through with this, and he complied with the demands and promptly turned around and got on all fours, his ass reared in the air. 
He closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in anticipation, the nerve-racking situation getting to him.  Yoongi got out of the rocking chair and onto his knees, aiming his shaft for Jimin's rear before leaning and giving it a good lick, eating out his ass.  Jimin couldn't stop himself from moaning, a sudden sense of naughty pleasure striking his thoughts.  Again, he attempted to force these thoughts from his mind but it was in vain. 
Finally removing his mouth from the asshole with a kiss, Yoongi snickered to himself before pressing his head against the entrance, making Jimin cry out in anticipation, gripping the tiger skin carpet.  Slowly, Yoongi pressed on into the asshole, slowly letting his cock enter the asshole.  Even as Jimin cried out more, he forced his entire size into the hole, moaning out with a guttural growl.  The blondish young man was in pain, but there was a hint of pleasure in the act as the dick pressed against his prostate.  Jimin couldn't help but feel an erection growing between his own legs as Yoongi began to ram with a quick pace into his ass. 
However, while there was some pleasure in this act there still was the problem that saliva is really bad lubricant, and so it quickly dried and shocks of pain began to surge into Jimin with each thrust.  Tears once again began to stream down his cheeks, and as he flipped his head to look in another direction he spotted something that made him jump back into Yoongi's cock, causing another surge of pain.  He saw a western looking man in a fairy outfit rocking on the other chair, looking at the carnal acts in front of him.
"What the hell?!"
Yoongi gripped his temporary steed, forcing him back to the ground as he continued to thrust aggressively into him, blood beginning to coat his prick.
"It's just Chris, don't worry about him"
Jimin looked up with tears in his eyes and teeth gritting as 'Chris' rocked back and forth, not speaking and seemingly just enjoying the show.  All the pain was beginning to become to much for Jimin, as his vision began to fade out, just barely staying conscious.  Yoongi picked up on what was happening to Jimin, and slapped his face awake.  He grinned some more, doubling down on his hard thrusts into the anus.
Jimin was in pure agony.  Any pleasure from the prostate stimulus was long gone and all he could do was cry in pain, his screams filling the house.  He stared up deliriously at the mounted animal heads, his vision impaired by the welling of tears.  Finally, he could feel the dick of his unwanted partner swelling up further, his thrusts quickening and before finally an aggressive groan come from his throat and he felt his ass become filled with warm fluids.
Yoongi pulled his blood and cum soaked dick out of the anal cavity, looking as his man fluids came out of Jimin's ass.  He laughed heartily, stood up, and gave Jimin a firm slap on the ass. 
"Ha-ha!  That was just perfect, I got to pop your boy cherry!", cheered Yoongi, putting on his underwear as Jimin's drew his arms and legs into a fetal position, weeping on the ground. 
Yoongi looked down and spat on his fellow band member, wiping his mouth before grabbing 'Chris'' hand and taking him out of the living room.  He returned shortly after, grinned one last time and said his farewells for the evening.
"Thank you for this wonderful night of pleasure, Jimin".  Yoongi stared at his weeping friend, a flash of concern striking his face before his casual smile returned.  He leaned down once more and whispered "Sweet dreams" into the young man's ear before giving it a lick and departing.
Jimin however could not be bothered to respond, sweating like a dog and bleeding from his ass.  He closed his eyes and just tried to fall asleep, to think of anything else but what just happened.  He began to think of Alice, and he began to think of being with her.  But his thoughts were soon corrupted by Yoongi's aggressive thrusts, and all he could manage to do was weep and cry out. 
Perhaps his love wasn't worth this.