It is 2015 and Kim Taehyung had just experienced the pressures of being a K-pop idol. His group, BTS, broke through the Korean mainstream media and was enjoying commercial prosperity. But with that success came with a price. To escape the overwhelmi...
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Taehyung's throat became dry and his lips parched as he took in the specimen's beauty splayed before him. His own member trembled beneath the towel that hung low on his hips.
But he couldn't betray his excitement. The night's still young, and Taehyung wanted to take it slow like an animal carefully surrounding his prey. He tugged at the chain that connected the nipple clamps and Jung-kook let out a feeble grumble.
Perfect! Taehyung thought, at least the man didn't tell him to stop. What he did not realize was in fact, the bound creature had been waiting.
What's taking the woman so long? Jung-kook wondered. He strained to hear the sounds of feet shuffling, but there were hardly any that he doubted there was anybody in the room with him. His eyes pressed against the blindfold, but he could not detect any movement. Jung-kook was tempted to call out and have the cloth removed but was afraid of what he might see.
During this time, Taehyung had walked back to the table and picked up a ceramic bowl filled with foam and a small brush. He returned to where Jung-kook stood, placed some shaving cream onto the brush, and lightly tapped it against under Jung-kook's arm. Taehyung continued in a circular motion and covered the area completely. Then he wielded a blade and angled it against the curve.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Jung-kook asked hesitantly.
Taehyung said nothing except place his lips close to Jung-kook's ear and nibbled it.
Jung-kook let out a soft moan and Taehyung took this as a signal to proceed.
Taehyung slowly pared down the hairs peeking under both armpits until they became smooth and hairless. Once he was done, Taehyung put his face underneath and flicked out his tongue.
The wet sensation against his body was enough to make Jung-kook scream silently in pleasure. The onslaught of Taehyung's tongue was making him hard. He wanted more. Jung-kook licked his lips.
"Please do that again," Jung-kook begged, but Taehyung merely smiled as he had other plans.
Taehyung dragged a small stool with him and settled it in front of the oblivious man. He sat down and placed a dollop of thick foam just below Jung-kook's navel and paused, waiting for the man's reaction.
Jung-kook's mind raced as he struggled to keep himself from panting heavily. But his nipples, along with his cock, were getting erect every time he felt the soft, frothy substance on different parts going lower until it rested at the base of his proud penis.
