Cannibal ⚣ Vkook

05

Present day.
Thursday, 9:30 am.

Taehyung undid his tie, throwing it aside and moving to unbuckle his pants.

"S-Sir, I-"

"Get undressed, Jungkook."

Jungkook couldn't resist. The dominance that dripped off of Taehyung's tongue made him feel so small— So submissive. He felt like a fuck-up.

"Yes, Sir," Jungkook answered with a lowered head. He stood up, and began to strip.

First, his bloodied shirt. Second, his wrinkled pants. Next, his dirtied shoes. And Fourth — the part he was most nervous about — he slowly pulled down his underwear.

Taehyung wasn't going to lie... The way the little criminal called him "Sir" turned him on. And now this strip tease? The boy did rip his brother to shreds, yes. Would he forgive him? No. Is he hot? Most definitely.

Now that he was naked, he was even hotter. His physique was incredible and his face was adorable. Even his thick cock was cute. Jungkook was just all around cute. And Taehyung was starting to like the thought of it.

By then, Taehyung was already stripped as well, staring Jungkook up and down.

"So pretty... It's a shame, though. A little bitch like you won't see the light of day in a long while."

Bitch. That word was like white noise that vibrated in your head for hours even after you hear it. Bitch, bitch, bitch. He felt his dick hardening at the sound and he went to hide himself, before the investigator caught him by his hand.

"Tsk, tsk. Be a good boy. Why would you try to cover yourself up? You're so pretty, you should be proud. Why don't you present yourself? On the table."

The venom in Taehyung's voice was evident as ever, and he couldn't help but obey.

"Y-Yes, Sir."

He sat himself up and turned over, his thick cock hardening by the second. He presented himself, ass in the air and head against the hardwood of the table. "All f-for you, Sir." He felt so dirty, still.

"Perfect. What do you think about me going in raw? You don't have much a choice, anyway, do you?"

Taehyung was probably one of the most emotionless, sadistic people anyone wouldn't have the pleasure of meeting. Even his friends and coworkers would tell people to stay away from him, unless they're ready for Taehyung's odd methods, strange behaviors, and degradation. But his friends stuck around anyway. But... that's a story for another time.

"S-Sir, please." Jungkook didn't know what he really wanted at the moment. His mind was telling him to run — the door was right there — but his body was telling him something else. His thoughts were shrouded in a mist of confusion and pleasure. His cock was beginning to leak. "Need your-" He spoke without thinking.

"I know, I know, slut."

There it was again. The degrading... Jungkook shuddered, a wave of pleasure sweeping through his body.

"I'm going in raw, okay? Get ready," he said as he positioned himself in front of Jungkook's entrance. "Look at you... your ass presented for the world to see. Such a whore. Anyone could walk in at any time... But you'd like that wouldn't you?"

Wow. Every single one of his kinks were being brought up and Jungkook was shuddering. "P-Please!" He let out a broken sob.

Then, Taehyung rammed in. "Fu-uck-"

It burned and it burned bad. But it felt so good, too. The pain was delicious and the relentless snapping of the investigator's cock in Jungkook's ass was too much to bare. He began to sob, begging and crying for more. His little dick dribbled pre-cum as he cried. "Please! S-Sir!"

Taehyung loved the way "Sir" rolled off the younger's tongue. It was delectable... but he wanted more. "It's Master, pet." He spat, continuing to thrust.

"Yes! Master! Ahh-" God, it felt even better. Jungkook found himself fucking back onto him. "F-Feels good- Master!" Everything felt so foreign to him. This new feeling- The feeling of a dick brushing past his prostate- The feeling of just being so submissive- It was amazing.

And ever so pathetically, the cannibal's body jolted and streaks of white spurt from his cock. He screamed as Taehyung didn't stop ramming into him. It felt like he was going to burst as wave after wave of pleasure hit him.

"I never gave you the permission to cum, you fucking cock-slut," Taehyung panted. "But since you like cumming so much, I'll make you cum again and again and ag-" He was cut off from the sound of his phone ringing. "Shit. Guess you're let off the hook for now, cum-whore."

Jungkook tried to silence himself. He really did. But he couldn't stop the pathetic whine that escaped his lips as Taehyung quickly finished inside him, hips stuttering and filling him up.

"Lucky I brought this, too," the officer said, pushing something into Jungkook's ass. "Don't take it out."

"Y-Yes, Master." What was it? Some sort of- Oh. A butt plug. Jungkook didn't know how to feel.

His body was covered in a thin coat of sweat. He felt gross, but good. Relieved.

The younger turned himself around to be met with Taehyung putting his clothes on and picking up his phone.

"Hello? Yes, okay. Be there soon." And then he hung up. "Keep that in. If it comes out, I'm fucking you senseless and you're not going to cum for three days." He then turned around and left, slamming the door behind him.

Jungkook shuddered. He was trapped there for who knows how long, dirty and afraid.