[Day Seven] Lucky One
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playboys0408Title: Lucky One
Kink: Chastity devices
Pairing(s): Everyone/Kai
Word Count: 10928
Rating: nc-17
Warnings: multiple partners, collar, obedience play, orgasm denial/delay, barebacking, cum play, tunnel plug, some finger fucking, prostate milking, dirty talk, humiliation, a bit of voyeurism
Summary: A day off for Exo means a day of getting off for Exo.
Author's Note: Almost 11k of pwp, I'm never writing smut again, lol. Also, this is pure filth I'm gonna see myself off to hell now, bye.
This is what the cock cage looks like (pic stolen from a sex toy site, pic is just the toy no dick but still nsfw, I guess)
A huge thank you to the mods who were very patient with me.
Joonmyun wakes up to a knock on the door. Lifting his head, he sees Jongin peeking in and asking if he's awake. When Joonmyun mutters an affirmative, Jongin comes into the room. Joonmyun is surprised that Jongin is already awake as he usually sleeps in until past midday on the rare occasions that they have a whole day off.
Joonmyun is just about to heave himself up on his elbows, gathering the will to actually get up, when Jongin gets on his bed, climbs over him and spreads out on top of him, flattening him back into the mattress. Joonmyun's attempt at getting up is thoroughly ruined but his morning wood doesn't go unnoticed by Jongin who ruts against the hardness with soft, little motions while peppering short kisses on Joonmyun's lips. Joonmyun laughs between them. “This is a nice way to wake up.”
He manages to grab the curtain and pulls it open, letting morning light stream into the room. It pours warmly over the curves of Jongin's back and Joonmyun lets himself admire the view for a while, glad that Jongin came to him wearing nothing but boxers. Jongin keeps rocking on him until he's content with Joonmyun's level of arousal, straining and rock hard against the confines of his sleep shorts. He sits up on Joonmyun's thighs then, runs an appreciative hand over the line of his hardness, and wriggles onto his lap until Joonmyun's erection is nestled right between his butt cheeks.
With Jongin's warmth and heaviness pressing on his cock, Joonmyun can feels his breath already getting laboured. A glance at the front of Jongin's boxers tells him that the younger is barely starting to get hard yet. Only the tremor in his thighs and the flush in his cheeks betrays his arousal. He can barely control himself, and yet he does. They trained him well.
Joonmyun touches Jongin's small, still mostly soft cock through the fabric of his boxers, pets it. When he finds the head, he rubs the pad of his thumb over it repeatedly. Jongin makes a strained sound. In his concentration to fight against his arousal, he clenches his butt cheeks hard. It feels amazing around Joonmyun's cock and he thinks he should tease Jongin a little more.
“Hyung, please!” Jongin whines and hurries to push something into Joonmyun's hands, a black leather band with an open buckle. It's Jongin's collar.
“This is what you want today?” Joonmyun asks to make sure.
Jongin nods and cranes his neck towards him, lowering his head so Joonmyun can fasten the collar on him.
“You want to be my pet?” Joonmyun clarifies, holding the buckle open. But Jongin shakes his head this time, leaning even further down, until he's nuzzling the side of Joonmyun's head, lips brushing over the shell of his ear as he whispers.
“Everyone's.”
Jongin's crotch is pressed into Joonmyun's lower stomach, so close that Joonmyun can feel Jongin's cock twitch when he says it, filling with blood until he's half hard. Joonymun smirks. Jongin is so good at controlling himself that it's all the more beautiful when he slips up.
“Everyone's pet,” Joonmyun confirms and fastens the buckle on the outermost hole so that the collar is resting loosely on Jongin's clavicles. It's not meant to be uncomfortable; he'll be wearing it all day. It's meant to be a symbol.
Jongin breathes in and lifts his head to meet Joonmyun's gaze. Joonmyun can see how dark and heavy-lidded his eyes are, closing even more as he leans down and presses his full, warm lips on Joonmyun's. He melts on top of Joonmyun, opening up pliantly for his exploring tongue. A glowing thank you for the collar.
Joonmyun smiles into the kiss, whispers. “I should punish you, not reward you, you know? Getting hard without permission. Don't think I didn't notice.”
He grabs Jongin's hips and thrusts up hard, once, to underline his point. Jongin yelps at the short bout of pressure on his half-hard cock, chubbing up a bit more. He clenches his fists into the bedsheets and pushes himself up into a sitting position, eyes squeezed shut as he concentrates on willing his erection down.
“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.”
“Oh, I'm sure. And yet you did,” Joonmyun teases, stroking Jongin's cock lazily, ruining his efforts. “Were you thinking about it? What being everyone's pet means? Being handed around, passed from one to the other, fucked whenever they please? Made you so hard that you can't even obey a simple rule anymore.”
“Hyung, please,” Jongin cries out. His legs are squeezing tightly around Joonmyun's hips as he hangs on to his last bit of control, but he's fighting a losing battle. It's all being unmade by Joonmyun's hand jerking him off. Joonmyun only lets go when Jongin is quite hard.
“Okay, I'll let it slide this time. I can't really be mad at you. You just want to be fucked by everyone so badly.”
Jongin blushes a beautiful shade of red when he's embarrassed.
“Go shower and clean yourself up well, pet.”
If anything, Jongin's blush deepens. “I already did before I came here. I'm fully prepped.”
Joonmyun raises an eyebrow. “Hm, is that so? Let me check.”
Jongin squirms around on Joonmyun's lap, unsure where to put his hands, where to look. It's so cute. He settles on asking. “How... how do you want me?”
“On my lap, right where you are is perfect.” Joonmyun sends him a reassuring smile, catching his restless wrists to stroke over their insides where the pulse point is. His hands wander up Jongin's arms, massaging his thumbs in little circles over his veins, all the way up to the shoulders. There, Joonmyun runs his fingers just under Jongin's collarbones and strokes up the sides of his neck, right where he can feel the blood pumping under his fingertips.
As though hypnotized, Jongin's eyes never leave Joonmyun's. His breaths fall in heavy, strained puffs from his parted lips.
Joonmyun curls his arms around Jongin's waist and pulls him down into a hug, letting his hands roam over the beautiful expanse of Jongin's back, aimlessly at first, just caressing and appreciating, but then with more purpose. He follows the dip of Jongin's lower back and slides his hands under the elastic band of his boxers, pushing them over the swell of his ass. The elastic digs into the crease where the backs of his thighs meet his ass but around the front it still covers his hard dick fully. It's a reminder that Jongin can't touch himself – not that he needs one, but Joonmyun knows he wants that feeling of someone else being in control.
If Jongin says he's prepped, then he is. Joonmyun has no doubt about that. The check is just an excuse to touch him. He takes two fingers and presses them between Jongin's ass cheeks without warning. They sink deep into his lubed, well-stretched hole, sending a jolt through Jongin. He clenches around Joonmyun's fingers, breath hitching.
Joonmyun allows himself to let out an appreciative moan as he moves his fingers against the slick heat and tests the weak resistance. “I love it when you come to me like this. I could almost imagine that this is your natural state, so loose and dripping wetness, just ready to be fucked at all times.”
Jongin whimpers and hides his face but he's moving his hips relentlessly, fucking himself back on Joonmyun's fingers.
“I knew you'd love that.” Joonmyun smiles and presses a kiss to the shell of Jongin's ear. He takes his fingers out of Jongin's ass as suddenly as he put them in, watching Jongin buck his hips up against nothing a few times before he stills, lying hot and sweaty on top of Joonmyun.
“Up, come on. You know what to do,” Joonmyun coaxes. He takes one of Jongin's hands and kissed the middle of his open palm sweetly. Jongin lifts himself up, a few hairs already sticking to his forehead with sweat but he's nodding. He discards his boxers and pulls Joonmyun's sleep shorts off, as well. They're both so hard. Joonmyun will get his release soon, but Jongin won't if Joonmyun doesn't allow him.
Jongin takes Joonmyun's cock in his hand to hold it up and lifts himself above it, legs spread as wide as he can and hand positioned in such a way that Joonmyun has a perfect view, because he knows Joonmyun loves to watch himself breach Jongin's opening. Jongin loves feeling so exposed and dirty, loves how it makes him burn with shame when Joonmyun's eyes never leave his ass as it takes his cock.
Joonmyun makes him go so slow that his thighs start trembling and it feels like an eternity until he's fully seated. And then he's not allowed to move.
Joonmyun presses his fingers up against the underside of Jongin's balls and lifts them up out of the way so he can see better. Jongin's rim is stretched taut around his cock and feels so good that Joonmyun has trouble not pulling out to fuck him wildly.
He knows just lying still gets Jongin impatient because with every moment that passes when he's tucked balls deep into his hole, Jongin becomes more aware of what's filling him. They've done this often enough and yet Jongin still gets adorably shy over it. He starts squirming, red-faced, as he registers the girth, the heat and hardness in him.
“Hyung, please-”
A squeeze to his balls shuts him up quickly, his insides clench around Joonmyun's cock, drawing a low moan from Joonmyun. Jongin clenches again, voluntarily this time, trying to get Joonmyun to move but all Joonmyun does is pet over his balls in featherlight caresses.
“Please move, please, hyung.” Jongin's voice comes out small, and he's aware that he's whining.
Joonmyun hears him well enough, heart blooming with overwhelming affection, but he thinks Jongin can take a little more. He keeps stroking his balls. They're so pretty, even on both sides, small and tight and smooth under his fingers; Joonmyun loves them, reveres them.
Jongin lets out a sob. “I can't, I can't hold out any longer! Please let me-!”
It's endearing how despite all of Jongin's directness at any other given time, he can never bring himself to say words like fuck and cock and cum out loud. Joonmyun smiles and takes his teasing hand off Jongin's balls, puts it on the side of Jongin's waist instead in a reassuring hold.
“Not yet, beautiful. Ride me first. Can you do that for me?”
Jongin nods in a daze and repositions himself so that he's on his knees, still seated on Joonmyun's cock. He starts raising and dropping his hips, without much finesse, just up, and then letting his weight drop him down. It spears Joonmyun's cock deep in him, punching the breaths out of his lungs every time. They soon become moans.
“Ahh, Joonmyun!” His name is a drawn-out whine on Jongin's lips and Joonmyun has to clench his jaw so he doesn't come right away. “Ahh, so deep!”
Jongin is just too sexy for his own good. Joonmyun snaps his hips up, meeting every drop with an upward thrust of his own, giving it to Jongin. He's proud when Jongin doesn't attempt to speak anymore, can only moan and drop his head back on every bounce, exposing the curve of his neck and his divinely crafted jawline. The collar, starkly visible against Jongin's smooth, sweaty skin, means Joonmyun doesn't have to hold back so he comes in Jongin, fucks his seed as deep into him as he can. Then he aligns their movements, going up when Jongin does and down when he does, his cock barely moving anymore inside Jongin.
He slows down their movements to a minimal rutting, giving Jongin no choice but to go along with it. Jongin sounds so sweet letting out inarticulate, frustrated sobs at the loss of friction but torturous fullness. Wetness drips from the tip of Jongin's throbbing, achingly hard cock but he doesn't have permission to touch himself so he doesn't. He thinks he's so desperate he could come hands free, just sitting there on Joonmyun's softening cock, insides full of cum.
“Think the others are up for breakfast?” he hears Joonmyun say and pouts at him. Who can think of breakfast now?
But Joonmyun just slaps his flank lightly and says. “Up, up, come on. When you get up and my cock slips out of you, I want you to clench your ass muscles nice and tight. I want to sit at the breakfast table knowing that you're fucked full of my cum so don't let any seep out, okay?”
Jongin nods eagerly, ears burning at how dirty he knows he's being. He squishes his ass cheeks together as hard as he can the moment he lifts up and lets Joonmyun's cock pop out, pressing his fingers between his legs to check for spillage. His behind is a slick, wet mess but he hopes it's just the lube from earlier, not Joonmyun's cum.
“Will I get a reward?”
Joonmyun leans over to peck him on the lips, chuckling. “Of course.”
Joonmyun has cleaned himself up with tissues from the bedside table and is digging in his closet for something to wear. Or so Jongin thinks, but Joonmyun opts to stay in his sleepwear, throwing the shirt he found at Jongin. It's a large, thin, white shirt with a neckline that's wide even on Jongin and a hem that falls down just over his still hard cock but doesn't exactly cover his ass fully. Jongin searches for his discarded boxers between the bedsheets but Joonmyun takes them out of his hands with a meaningful look and pushes him gently towards the kitchen.
That's how the others lay their eyes on him, all long naked legs and loose white shirt that barely covers anything. In unmistakeable contrast to the white, Jongin's sleek black collar stands out. Jongin stops self-consciously in the doorway as their chatter dies down and one after the other they turn their eyes to him; gazes sweeping over him that catch on the collar. Lecherous smiles bloom on their faces as the meaning of that collar clicks. Jongin served up on a silver platter.
Jongin's cock twitches and he blushes, trying to hide the spot where his erection is tenting the fabric of his shirt. He feels so exposed under their gazes, it makes goosebumps erupt all over his skin. The shudders pull his nipples tight, as well, and they poke so visibly through the simple shirt that they draw all eyes. Jongin feels like he might cry from the humiliation and his cock keeps jerking. He needs to come so, so badly.
“Damn, Jongin,” Sehun drawls out, “it's not even ten and you're already all fucked out. How many cocks have you had?”
Joonmyun saves Jongin from having to answer by coming up behind him and placing a sweet kiss on the nape of his neck which is flushed and crawling with shame.
“Only mine.” Joonmyun smiles. “Now be nice to our pet.”
“I'm gonna be so nice,” Chanyeol leers, ready to draw Jongin into his lap. “Everyone knows I'm the nices- hey!”
Yixing beats him to it, one fluid move and he's out of his chair, has sneaked his arms around Jongin's waist and is kissing him against the kitchen counter. Jongin sighs into Yixing's plush mouth, loving his soft but insistent kisses, especially the skillful press of his cushioned lower lip. Jongin's eyes slide close as he lets himself melt into Yixing's embrace, going willingly as Yixing hoists him up onto the counter. The marble is cold under his bare ass but it serves as a reminder to keep his cheeks clenched. He needs to keep Joonmyun's cum inside, after all.
“Chanyeol, fucking move. You're blocking my view.” Jongdae's trademark whine has Jongin opening his eyes. Before he notices that Yixing is pulling his cock from his unzipped pants, he sees the remaining members scooting their chairs and pushing each other to get a good view. Jongin's heart rate picks up, nervous as always when he's about to be fucked in front of an audience.
His eyes dart around, finding Joonmyun leaning casually against the counter to his right. Jongin stretches out his hand and feels anchored when Joonmyun takes his hand and squeezes.
“Colour?”
Jongin is glad Joonmyun asked. It means he's safe, always. Just a word and everything will come to a stop. Jongin doesn't want it to stop. He has to give Joonmyun a colour, and it's 'green', but that's tantamount to admitting out loud that he wants to be fucked by Yixing in front of their seven other team mates, their gazes leaving pinpricks of shame on his skin.
Jongin swallows.
“Green.” His voice comes out hoarse.
Yixing's going to fuck him in front of everyone. And he just admitted out loud that that's what he wants. How can he show them such a lusty, indecent side of himself? He doesn't think he's ever felt so ashamed. Through the rushing in his ears, he barely notices Joonmyun pressing a kiss to his knuckles and giving Yixing a nod that he's good to go.
Yixing pulls Jongin to the edge of the counter by the hips and lifts one of his legs over his shoulder so that he's on full display before he presses into him with one fluid thrust. Jongin needs no time to adjust, so Yixing falls into a steady and powerful rhythm right away. Thrusting into Jongin's slick hole, especially as sloppy seconds, produces lewd, squelching sounds that are just too audible in the kitchen. Turned on beyond belief, Jongin can only dig one hand into Yixing's shoulder, holding on for the ride, while his other hand is pressed over his eyes. Someone starts wolf-whistling and others join in.
“Fuck that sloppy hole.”
Humiliation makes Jongin's guts churn so painfully that he doesn't know what he's doing anymore, clenching around Yixing as hard as he can. Yixing grunts as he pushes through.
Yixing's tempo slows which is how Jongin knows he's close and after a few hard shoves, he stills inside Jongin and comes with a content sigh. Jongin slings his arms around Yixing's head, ruffling through his hair and pressing their foreheads together as he imagines Yixing's cum spilling into him. That intimate moment is always his favourite part.
Yixing parts with a kiss, cleans himself up with some kitchen paper towel, and goes to sit down at the table.
Joonmyun tickles the side of Jongin's neck around the collar to get his attention and when Jongin looks over to him, dazed but happy, he says. “I think they all liked your little show very much. I saw some of them touching themselves through their pants. Wishing to use your mouth or lining up to take turns fucking you right there on the counter after Yixing. But they all know you want to have breakfast first so they're going to wait until later.” Joonmyun glances over at the other members who nod their agreement jovially. “See? They're so sweet on you. Aren't you going to thank them? How about you show them how hard you got from being watched?”
Jongin flushes beautifully down his neck and gets too shy to answer in words, but he lifts the hem of his white shirt up high and lets his legs fall open. His cock twitches under everyone's gazes.
“Touch yourself, just lightly. We don't want you to get off yet,” Joonmyun continues. If his voice is a bit breathy, no one comments on it. They're all watching equally turned on as Jongin puts the hem of his shirt between his teeth, takes a hold of his cock and strokes slowly with his fingertips.
“Now rub the tip.”
Jongin does it, biting back a whimper. After being aroused for so long without reprieve, every touch on his oversensitive cock is almost torturous, but the tip is the most sensitive.
“Are you getting wet?”
Jongin nods and his blush deepens as his cock twitches again. The drops that are forming at the tip transfer to his fingers, leaving a glistening sheen.
Joonmyun licks his lips. “Rub it on your nipples. I bet they'll look cute with your precum all over them.” Jongin hisses and lets his head fall back. His cock is twitching madly at every flick of his fingers.
“Good. Keep going until they're nice and hard. You love that, huh? You've always been such a cum lover. If you could, you'd have it all over your body. Got two nice loads in your ass, too. You're gonna keep it all in like you promised, right?”
“Yes!” Jongin moans, and more precum dribbles from his tip.
“Nng, fuck,” Chanyeol bursts out. He's got his cock in his fist, jerking himself off furiously. “Jongin, come here, I need your mouth on my dick right now.”
Jongin pushes himself off the counter and is on his knees between Chanyeol's long legs in an instant, mouthing at his cock. Little kitten licks at the underside elicit an “ohh, yeah” from Chanyeol who jerks off into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Joonmyun sits at the table, getting a nudge from Jongdae who is grinning impishly. “I didn't know you could dirty talk like that.”
“Me neither.” Joonmyun chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “I was really bad at it in the beginning but he's so into it, how can I not try my best?” He nods over at Jongin, watching lovingly as he pushes Chanyeol's hand away and takes Chanyeol's cock fully into his mouth.
Chanyeol groans, threading one hand through Jongin's hair, guiding his head a bit, and using the other hand to play with his collar. Jongin sighs with a content hum, like there's nothing in the world he'd rather do than suck Chanyeol's cock against the roof of his mouth and massage the underside with the flat of his tongue. Chanyeol curses under his breath. It doesn't take long for him to spill into Jongin's mouth.
Jongin takes it all in greedily. He can feel hot spurts hitting the back of his throat until his mouth is full and Chanyeol pulls back. Jongin follows him and licks his cock clean, lapping up every drop he can get. Chanyeol watches him, preening at how obviously Jongin likes his cock, but at some point he gets oversensitive and tucks himself back into his pants. Jongin remains kneeling between his legs, leaning his cheek against the inside of Chanyeol's thigh. He closes his eyes, letting his other senses overwhelm him. Smelling and tasting only Chanyeol, he slides his tongue around in his mouth to feel the slimy texture until he finally drinks it all down.
He opens his eyes and, smiling bashfully, places a small kiss on Chanyeol's clothed bulge.
In the meantime, some of the others have filled everyone's bowls with rice and stew, and when Jongin is seated, they start eating. The usual chatter fills the room, but every now and then, heated gazes are thrown in Jongin's direction. They're thinking about Jongin, naked safe for the collar, laid out on various surfaces, so sweet, obedient, fuckable, his body all warm, golden skin.
Jongin tries not to look up and meet their eyes because what he'd read in them would surely reduce him to a boneless, shuddering mess of anticipation. But sometimes he can't keep his gaze from flickering up, and what he sees then makes him duck his head back down, cheeks flaming hot and blood pulsing to his cock, never letting it go completely flaccid.
He's still half hard when he gets up along with the others, clearing their empty bowls, glasses, and used cutlery from the table. In the ensuing chaos, Joonmyun finds him and puts an arm around his shoulder, steering him towards the chair he sat on. Jongin looks at the seat Joonmyun is pointing at. On the polished wooden surface, spots of a milky white liquid are clearly visible. It's cum.
Jongin's stomach drops. During breakfast, he didn't notice leaking any cum but now that he's aware, he thinks he can feel some running down his inner thighs, too.
Jongin turns to Joonmyun remorsefully and although he's taller, he manages to make himself small and look up at Joonmyun with big, pleading eyes. “No punishment?” he pleads in a small voice.
Joonmyun is weak against those puppy eyes. He pets over Jongin's hair and agrees. “No punishment.”
Jongin plants a quick kiss on Joonmyun's lips, relaxing visibly. Joonmyun knows he did the right thing. Still, there should be some sort of consequences and, thinking quickly, he comes up with the perfect solution.
“You didn't earn your reward, though, you know that, right? I was going to let you come but now I had to change the plans a little. Baekhyun?” he calls over the general noise. “We'll need you in Jongin's room in a sec.”
Baekhyun's eyes light up and he darts off. Some of the others follow him with jealous gazes but the day is still long and they know they'll get their play time with Jongin, too.
“But first,” Joonmyun turns to Jongin, “I want you to clean those cum stains you left on the chair. We can't have you dirtying all the furniture just because you've got such a loose ass.”
Jongin's throat is suddenly dry. He swallows hard and rasps. “How do you want me to do that?”
A smile blooms on Joonmyun's lips. He steps closer to Jongin, cupping his jaw in one hand gently. “I think you know how. You wouldn't want to waste any of Yixing's or my cum.” His thumb runs meaningfully over the petal-soft curve of Jongin's lower lip.
Jongin understands. Shame makes his cock throb as he sinks to his knees and presses his mouth to the seat of the chair, tongue darting out to lick up the drops of cum.
“Very good,” Joonmyun praises and pets Jongin's hair again, combing silky strands behind his ear. Then he takes Jongin's hand and leads him to his room where Baekhyun is already waiting, sitting on the bed.
Joonmyun makes Jongin take off the white shirt and get on the bed on all fours. His behind is turned to Baekhyun, and Joonmyun sits down at his head. He and Baekhyun are only in their pyjamas, too lazy to get dressed properly on a day off, but even pyjamas still serve the purpose of clothes versus Jongin's nakedness. He's between them buck naked, feeling vulnerable and exposed. It's one of Jongin's favourite feelings and his cock is already filling between his legs although he tries hard to keep it down.
He looks up at Joonmyun who's been silent since they've entered the room. Joonmyun leans down and captures Jongin's lips in a heated kiss, then he moves over to Baekhyun and whispers instructions in his ear. With everything set up, he retreats into the background, getting a few items from their toy box for later and sits in a chair to watch.
Baekhyun inserts one finger into Jongin. The rim is still slick and accommodates his long, thin digit easily. Jongin lets out a surprised sound but he realizes quickly that he's only being teased since one of Baekhyun's thin fingers can hardly give him any stimulation. He resigns himself to the situation with a little whine and lowers himself on his elbows, rocking his hips back. A slap from Baekhyun's free hand warns him not to move too much.
Baekhyun curls his finger and prods his inner walls, seemingly searching for something. When Jongin feels a bolt of intense sensation that makes his whole body jerk forward, he realizes what. Baekhyun lets out a triumphant laugh and feels around for that spot again.
“Now don't move,” he tells Jongin as he prods the same spot over and over again. Jolts of pleasure shoot up Jongin's spine. It keeps building and building, and Jongin needs release but Baekhyun keeps stimulating him without pause.
“Baekhyun-hyung, I can't-!” Jongin cries out.
“Of course you can, baby,” Baekhyun laughs, not once stopping the movement of his finger. He keeps hitting Jongin's prostate until Jongin is a sobbing mess.
“Hyung, stop! I'm going to pee, please don't make me do this!”
His attempt to wriggle out of Baekhyun's grasp is prevented by Joonmyun who's out of his chair in one swift motion and places a cool, steady hand on Jongin's lower back.
Jongin looks up at him with teary eyes and says in a tiny, desperate voice. “Please, hyung, I don't wanna-”
“Shh, love. Baekhyun isn't making you pee,” Joonmyun says soothingly, “he's milking you. What you're feeling is the prostate gland swelling. In a moment, you'll be releasing a lot of ejaculate fluid. Baekhyun, use less pressure, it can help Jonginnie feel less like he has to pee. Is that okay?”
Jongin leans into Joonmyun's hand that is now petting his hair again, a touch that always reassures him. He trusts Joonmyun to know what he's doing, so he croaks. “Yeah.”
“Just relax. When you feel it coming, just let it flow out. Prostate milking produces a lot more fluid than an orgasm but don't worry, I'll help you not make a mess.”
Joonmyun points Jongin's cock into an empty jar and holds it there, just stroking featherlightly with his thumb. When he has the chance, he always lavishes attention on Jongin's cute cock. Joonmyun doesn't have big hands by any means but Jongin's cock, even fully erect, fits right in his palm.
Baekhyun is focusing diligently on stimulating Jongin's prostate. Joonmyun can see his delicate wrist moving just beyond the swell of Jongin's ass. It's a beautiful picture, complimented by the soft moans Jongin lets out now that he's not worried anymore. His whole form is pliant in his hyungs' hands, having given himself over to them and the sensations they arouse in him.
A surprised shout falls from his lips when a huge amount of semen gushes unexpectedly from the slit of his cock. He tenses up but Joonmyun rubs his lower back and tells Baekhyun to keep going. At every third or fourth jab to Jongin's prostate, another small trickle flows out. Joonmyun catches it all in the glass jar.
“Ahh, why isn't it stopping?” Jongin gasps and presses his face into the sheets. He's struggling to pinpoint the sensations that are assaulting him. The feeling of fullness he associates with a fat cock ploughing into him isn't there at all, and neither is the usual stretching to his rim that he craves. There is only that deep pressure in him that's overwhelming at the same time as it isn't enough. It like a constant release without the final relief of climaxing and it's driving him mad. In his desperate need for more, he's trying to fuck himself on Baekhyun's one finger but it's not helping. At least Baekhyun lets him now that he's gotten sure enough in his skill to locate Jongin's prostate that even the minute rocking of his hips doen't make him lose his aim.
Joonmyun and Baekhyun can keep Jongin there for as long as they like, ass up and face down, with a few drops being milked from his cock every now and then. Baekhyun smirks at Joonmyun, planning to keep going for as long as his wrist doesn't cramp. Jongin has taken to babbling repeating strings of “no, please, stop, I don't have any more in me, hyung, no, please...” But Joonmyun only smirks back at Baekhyun, both of them knowing that if Jongin really wanted them to stop, he'd be using the colour code.
In the end, they leave Jongin completely drained, turning him to lie on his back so that he can rest even while Baekhyun, who's gotten painfully hard during the whole process, can easily drag Jongin's limp legs onto both sides of his hips and rut into his ass sloppily with the single purpose to get off.
“Hyung, what'd you do to me?” Jongin slurs, turning to Joonmyun. “I feel so horny but there's... there's just nothing building.”
“Perfect.” Joonmyun smiles. “Don't worry, that feeling will come back soon. But right now, you can't orgasm. We milked you dry. I think we should do this more often. You look so sweet and innocent with your cock soft even though you're getting your ass fucked.”
Jongin manages to raise his head enough to cast a look at his lower stomach where his cock is resting. He touches it, lifts it up, but it only gives a weak twitch and remains flaccid. Jongin whimpers mournfully.
Baekhyun keeps thrusting into him and there's nothing to distract Jongin from the feeling now. His focus is automatically on Baekhyun's cock, every inch of it sliding all to easily along his inner walls. He tries to clench for Baekhyun but his slack muscles don't obey him. Embarrassment heats his face as he wonders what Baekhyun must be thinking.
“Hyung,” he whimpers, waving for Joonmyun to lean down until he can whisper with his lips are pressed to Joonmyun's ear.
“Hyung, I'm so exhausted I can't...” He moans. “I can't tighten my ass. And I already had you and Yixing-hyung in me, do you think Baekhyunnie-hyung will think I'm a w- whore?” He flushes bright red for speaking such a word.
Joonmyun takes Jongin's head in his lap, stroking sweaty hairs out of his forehead and plays with the collar, pretending to think about it.
“I don't know, pet. Why don't you ask him?” he suggests softly.
Jongin nods. In a shy voice, he calls. “Baekhyunnie-hyung. Am I...” He takes a shuddering breath, arousal swirling in his gut. But he chickens out using that word again and chooses a different phrasing instead. “Am I tight enough?”
Baekhyun grins. “No, you're fucking loose.” He lifts up Jongin's hips, bends his knees towards his chest and leans over him, fucking into him with the aid of gravity. Jongin lets out a squeak of surprise.
“Can you feel how deep inside I am?” Baekhyun moans, shoving hard. His balls are pressed against the soft curve of Jongin's ass and his cock is sheathed fully inside. Like that, he comes, spilling his seed in Jongin. He pulls out gently and helps Jongin place his legs back down on the bed.
Jongin feels completely, bonelessly fucked out. His ass is hot and a little sore but it feels wonderful. He lets his eyes fall close, slides a hand between his legs, and plays with his hole. There's a bit of cum leaking out, dripping over his fingers, and he pushes it back inside just past the rim. He keeps two of his fingers there, plugging himself up.
“Can I take a nap?” he mumbles, cheeks comfortably warm. There's so much cum inside him.
“I don't think so,” is Joonmyun's reply, but Jongin can't bring himself to open his eyes, not even when he feels hands on his cock, pulling and prodding. They seem to be working something onto it but Jongin doesn't mind. He's already halfway to falling asleep, content with wriggling his fingertips inside his ass just past his entrance so he can imagine that he's feeling Baekhyun's cum sloshing around. Maybe there's even a bit of Yixing's and Joonmyun's left. By the end of the day, he wants his stomach to hold everyone's cum, keeping all of his team mates' little sperm cells safe and warm inside of him.
He can hear Joonmyun and Baekhyun talking amongst each other but he doesn't pay it much attention. Joonmyun is asking. “What do you think?”
“It looks cute. Suits him.” Baekhyun is taking Jongin's cock in his hand and it feels weird, different than usual.
A little worried now, Jongin lifts his head to check out what's making it feel so strange. What he sees is his cock locked away in chastity. A stainless steel tube is enclosing his whole shaft in a snug fit, held in place by an attached steel ring that goes around Jongin's balls. It's closed with a little padlock and Jongin can only guess that he's not going to be the one who gets to keep the keys. His heart jumps into his throat and thrums nervously. At least there's an opening in the front which means he'll be able to go pee if he has to without begging someone to unlock the cock cage first.
One thing's for sure, though, even if he could after that prostate massage he's not going to get it up wearing that thing. The tight fit of the steel tube doesn't allow for any swelling no matter how aroused Jongin is and additionally, the heavy, unforgiving weight ensures that his cock is going to hang straight down between his legs.
“What is this?” he asks with the slightest bit of panic in his voice. It excites him.
“Look who woke up and decided to show an interest in what's happening to his junk.” Baekhyun drums his fingers on the steel tube around Jongin cock. Jongin's brow creases. That's the weird feeling. He can tell his cock is being touched but any direct sensation is blocked.
Grinning at him, Baekhyun adds.“Not that you have any say in the matter.”
“You really can't seem to listen today – you know not getting hard is one of the basic rules and usually you at least try – so we decided to take things into our own hands and lock your naughty bits away. How is that?” Joonmyun searches Jongin's gaze since this is the first time they're trying chastity. He has to know how Jongin is feeling about it. “Colour?”
“Yeah, green,” Jongin breathes. He can feel a throbbing in his crotch as his arousal pools but it doesn't reach his cock. It's such an unfamiliar, thrilling feeling, much better than he had expected. “Last time we talked about this I said I wanted to try it. You remembered and got this for me, didn't you?”
“Ah... yes,” Joonmyun admits and chuckles sheepishly when Baekhyun whispers “whipped” in the background. Not that Baekhyun or anyone else for that matter is less whipped.
“Anyway, the keys,” Joonmyun says and drops them into the jar that he placed on the bedside table. The jar that contains the fluid Baekhyun milked from Jongin with his prostate massage.
“You can earn them at the end of the day, if you're good. But if not...” Joonmyun hums. “You're going to stay locked away, for a week maybe. Or a month.”
Jongin makes a sound in light protest that he knows will be useless. He can feel the throbbing intensifying. Already, he wants to beg Joonmyun to take the cage off and let him come. How would he ever make it through a month of this?
“No, you can't do that! I swear I'll be good, I'll be at my absolute best. Just please take it off tonight. Hyung, I always listen to you, sometimes I just can't-”
“Can't keep my cum in you when I explicitly told you to? And Yixing's, too. What do you think we put it in you for? For you to go walking around dripping from your slutty hole?”
Jongin's stomach clenches and heat shoots into his cheeks from shame. “No, I-”
Joonmyun doesn't let him speak. “And Baekhyun, too. He was so kind to fill you back up but we can't trust you not to have it running out of you the next moment, now can we? So we're going to solve that problem for you and plug you up.”
“Thank you, hyung,” Jongin whimpers in a small voice.
Joonmyun is just about to get the last toy he prepared when the door opens and Minseok comes in. Naturally, Jongin's head turns to him first.
“Hey guys, we're going to watch a movie in the living room, wanna join us? Chanyeol and Sehun want to go out and buy snacks, and Yixing and Kyungsoo offered to get drinks.”
“Chanyeol and Sehun? I should go with them before they buy all kinds of things we don't need,” Baekhyun says and pushes himself up off the bed. But his gaze lingers on Jongin's spread-out form.
“Like you're going to make more reasonable choices,” Minseok teases Baekhyun as he approaches the bed, casting curious glances at Jongin. He runs a light fingertip up the inside of Jongin's leg. “Pretty. You look and smell like sex.”
Joonmyun decides to go with Yixing and Kyungsoo so that Jongdae and Minseok can have some alone time with Jongin if they want. Minseok in particular because he's the most reserved about having sex with him in front of everyone. But Joonmyun knows Jongin will be in good hands. There's just one thing he has to finish before he can leave and Baekhyun agrees to go tell the others to wait for him.
Jongin waits with bated breath for the plug Joonmyun promised him. He really likes being filled with cum and then having something shoved in his ass to stop it from dripping out. Usually, the thought alone would make him hard and he'd jerk off to it. On play days when he's not allowed to touch himself, it results in him having to walk around with an aching hard-on and then getting some form of 'punishment' for violating the basic rule that he needs permission to even get hard. Right now, though, that's no issue because he's in a cock cage. No matter how turned on he gets, he can't get hard. A plug in his ass would mean he won't be able to use it to service the other members, he could only offer his mouth and hands. His lower body would be completely useless. It's an arousing thought.
However, the plug Joonmyun has in mind serves a very different purpose. He holds it up and turns it slowly in his hands so that Jongin can get a good look at and understand what it will do. It's a tunnel plug. Shaped like a normal, albeit quite girthy butt plug, it's hollow inside from the tip to the base.
“Hyung, no!” Jongin scoots up the bed towards the headboard. “You said you'd plug me up. Not with that thing! I'm going to- Everything's going to leak out. I don't want it.”
Minseok's eyebrows rise as Joonmyun approaches Jongin despite his protests and tugs on his leg. Joonmyun sighs.
“Look, baby, you're scaring Minseok. I think he's getting the impression that you really don't want it. Can we have your colour again?”
Jongin scrunches his face up, blushing again, and he flops onto his stomach to press his face into the sheets, sobbing. “Gree-een!” He raises his hips as high as they go and wiggles his butt impatiently.
“Wow, damn, okay.” Minseok relaxes and smiles at Joonmyun. “Go on.”
Joonmyun spreads Jongin's ass cheeks and pushes the plug in. It's not easy because it lacks the tapered tip most normal butt plugs have, and because anticipation makes Jongin's stomach muscles and butt clench rhythmically. Drops of cum are pushed out and run in a sticky trail over his perineum and balls. Joonmyun spreads them over Jongin's balls, the part of his genitals that isn't covered by the cock cage, and the unexpected contact makes Jongin gasp. Joonmyun uses the distraction to force the tunnel plug in.
“Beautiful, let me see,” Joonmyun coaxes and taps the insides of Jongin's thighs as a sign for him to spread his legs wider. Jongin whines but complies, secretly loving the filthiness of it all. Nestled between his ass cheeks is the plug that keeps his hole open and between his legs hangs his caged cock, unable to get hard.
“It's all going to seep out,” Jongin sobs and reaches a hand around to touch the rim of the plug. With a shaking finger he explores the width of the opening. It's so big!
“It was going to seep out anyway,” Joonmyun says, “because you can't keep your slutty hole shut. Plug or no plug, it makes no difference with your gaping piggy hole.”
Jongin lets out a long moan and reaches between his legs, wanting to tug on his cock and get off so badly, but he only touches metal. Right, the cock cage.
Seeing Joonmyun pulling some clothes from the wardrobe and turning to the door, Jongin cries. “Hyung, don't leave me here like this!”
But it's in vain. The door clicks shut behind Joonmyun, leaving Jongin alone with Minseok. There's some muffled conversation in the hallway as most of the others get ready to leave for their small shopping trip, but Minseok pays them no mind. The scene he just witnessed turned him on more than he thought it would, but with the reassurance Jongin gave that he likes it, Minseok pulls his fly down and frees his cock without any bad feelings.
He jerks off lightly while kneading his other hand into the plump flesh of Jongin's butt. The generous opening of the plug is visible between his cheeks, and Minseok is amazed that something so big can fit into Jongin's small ass.
He clears his throat but his voice still comes out as a croak when he asks. “Can I try something?”
Jongin spreads out his fingers that he had clenched in the sheet earlier. “Sure,” he says and looks over his shoulder so he can smile at Minseok. “Preferably if it ends in us having sex.”
That makes Minseok smile, too. “Yeah, that was the plan.”
He shucks off his pants and underwear and gets on the bed behind Jongin, taking him by the hips. His stiff cock is lined up easily with Jongin's spread hole, and he pushes. It's a very tight fit but ever so closely his cock slides through the inside of the tunnel plug.
“Ahh!” Jongin moans and flushes deep red when he realizes what's happening. Minseok is fucking into him through the hollow of the plug, and judging by the moans he tries to bite back it's really getting him off.
Minseok stops and pulls out just before he reaches his climax, and places the tip of his cock right at the opening of the plug, jerking off with fast movements. His cum shoots into Jongin spurt after spurt. The dribbling rest that Minseok squeezes out with a few last strokes along his shaft slide down the inner walls of the plug and pool together with the rest inside of Jongin.
For a while, only their pants can be heard, then Jongin lets out a frustrated sound. “Can you take off the cock cage? I want to come.”
“No.” Minseok smiles and touches the steel tube around Jongin's cock, turning the little padlock between his fingers. “I don't even know where the keys are.”
“They're in that jar on the bedside table.”
“Is that cum in there? I'm not sticking my fingers in there. Beside, I already said no. You have to listen to me because I'm your hyung and because you're our pet.”
“Okay, hyung,” Jongin says meekly and deflates a little.
Minseok hums, thinking about what to do next. It's a bit awkward without his clothes now that he came, so he takes them back on first of all. The he says. “Come on, let's check out if Jongdae needs any help in the living room.”
He's halfway to the door before he notices that Jongin isn't following him. He turns around with a questioning look. Jongin is lying on the bed in a positing on his side that looks awkward, with one of his legs bent to keeps his hips as raised as possible. He looks up at Minseok with an embarrassed grin.
“I can't stand up when I'm wearing that tunnel plug. Your c- It'll start dripping out of me.”
“Oh? Then walk on all fours.”
Minseok isn't expecting it but Jongin actually does. He gets on his hands and knees, keeping his back curved and his shoulders as far down as possible so that his ass points up. Looking at Jongin with big eyes, Minseok has to shake off his surprise before he hooks a finger under Jongin's collar and walks him to the living room.
“Puppy!” Jongdae exclaims in delight and pats the empty spot next to him on the couch. Jongin hops up and loops his arms around Jongdae's thin waist, nudging his face into his crotch.
“Straight to the point.” Jongdae laughs. “But you know I'm a cuddler. Give me some kisses first?”
He spreads his arms and lets Jongin crawl into them, lying down more comfortably with Jongin on top of him. Petting Jongin's hair, he meets Jongin's lips for many little kisses, short and playful at first, then longer and more languid as he starts to let his hands roam over Jongin's whole body. One kiss, he runs his fingertips over the shell of Jongin's ear. The next kiss, he slings his arms around Jongin's ribs in a bear hug, all but squeezing the air out of his lungs and leaving them huffing with laughter. A teasing flick of his tongue over Jongin's lips while he grazes his knuckles down the curve of his spine to the cleft of his ass.
Jongin wishes he could purr like a cat because that's what Jongdae makes him want to do. He rolls off him and squeezes into the gap between Jongdae's body and the back of the couch. There's just enough space for him to wriggle into, lying on his back. He takes Jongdae's hand and guides it to his front, arching his chest up, wanting to be touched.
Jongdae notices the cock cage and takes an interest in playing with that first. He takes the steel tube Jongin's cock is trapped in and flops it this way and that against Jongin's stomach. Then he strokes over Jongin's balls and further down, making a curious sound when he touches the plug. He leans up and scoots between Jongin's legs, telling him to hold his legs open by the knees. Doing so, Jongin can feel cum starting to drip out of his open hole, staining the couch. He sucks his stomach in, trying to keep the cum inside, but it's no use. Ashamed, he has to admit to himself that he can't do anything to stop himself from dripping.
Jongdae didn't expect him to be wearing a tunnel plug on top of the collar and the chastity cage but he's actually pretty kinky and can get on board with almost anything. Without preamble, he pushes two fingers into Jongin's sloppy opening and fucks him on them. And while he does that, he lowers his head and licks over Jongin's exposed balls, kisses up his stomach, and sucks on his nipples. The tiny nubs turn hard in his mouth as he flicks his tongue over them and pulls with his teeth until Jongin is keening and pressing his chest up against Jongdae's face.
Jongdae only releases his nipples when they're both swollen and red, moving on to bite a hickey into the side of Jongin's neck right under the collar. The sting of it elicits a shout of pleasure from Jongin.
He sinks back into the couch cushion, panting, when Jongdae lets go of him to push his sweatpants and boxers down.
“Cuddler, my ass,” Jongin says with a mock pout and slaps Jongdae's arm. They both end up laughing.
“Suck my dick.”
“I'm going to.”
“Okay.” Jongdae laughs, flopping down on top of Jongin with sparkling eyes and stealing a bunch of kisses more from his lips.
When he deems Jongin thoroughly kissed, he gets up with his knees on either side of Jongin's shoulders so that he can push his hard-on between Jongin's lips. He even places a pillow under Jongin's head so he's lying comfortably with Jongdae's dick in his mouth.
Jongin slurps around him and hums happily. He loves how playful and hot Jongdae can be at the same time. And he loves that Jongdae isn't impatient during blowjobs, he just keeps his hips still and lets Jongin set the pace. It means Jongin can really taste and feel him, swirling his tongue around the bulbous head and letting his lips slide over the veiny texture of the shaft. He can hold Jongdae's cock in place with his lips to the very tip and suck hard until Jongdae moans almost painfully and Jongin feels the first spurt of precum cover his tongue.
He can almost hear Joonmyun say. “You really love cock.”
It makes arousal prickle under Jongin's skin. Jongdae's hard shaft feels so good in his mouth that he has to take his caged cock into his fist, moving his fingers over the smooth steel pretending he could jack off right now with Jongdae's dick gliding in and out of his mouth.
Jongdae comes with a shout and fills Jongin's mouth. Jongin swallows it and worships Jongdae's softening cock with his tongue until Jongdae pulls out. A string of cum mixed with saliva connects his cock and Jongin's lips for a second before it breaks and lands on Jongin's chin. Jongdae pulls his pants back up and cuddles up to Jongin, turning his face towards him so he can lick the dribble off his chin. He kisses Jongin, swirling his tongue in his mouth. It makes Jongin a bit shy because he's not used to it. The other members don't like the taste of cum too much; it's only Jongdae who shares this kink with Jongin and loves tasting himself or the others on Jongin's tongue.
Tangled on the couch and exchanging deep tongue kisses, that's how the other members find the two when they return with snacks and drinks. Minseok appears, freshly showered, just in time for everything to be set up and the movie started.
It doesn't take long for some of them to get distracted, though. Sehun who is usually one of the first ones to claim play time with Jongin has not yet been with him today, and he's been eyeing Jongin since they came back from the shopping trip. Kyungsoo casts glances between them and it's as if he and Sehun can communicate without words. With a few exchanged looks and nods of their heads they devise a plan which they carry out in a heartbeat.
They clear the snack bowls from the coffee table and with their combined strength lift Jongin by the arms and legs over from the couch onto the table. The polished wood feels smooth under his naked skin and warms up quickly. It's not uncomfortable. Besides, Jongin loves to be manhandled a bit, especially by Kyungsoo who is smaller than him but has bulked up so nicely now.
Jongin lets his legs fall open for Kyungsoo but he, like Jongdae, examines the cock cage first. At Jongin's head, Sehun is already fumbling with his zipper, opening his fly and pulling his boxers down just enough for his huge cock to spring free. Jongin swallows down saliva. The sight of Sehun's cock has always made his mouth water, even though it's too long for him to take it all in. Jongin has tried deep-throating but his gag reflex is too strong and no matter how they tried to train it out of it, it just won't go away, so he gave up eventually. For Sehun, it doesn't detract from the fun because he loves bragging about being so big that Jongin can't take all of him.
Sehun could have Jongin's ass, as well, if he wanted but he has a thing for Jongin's lips and he enjoys showing off how Jongin is already at his limit after half or two-thirds of his cock. Today, he also grabs a handful of Jongin's hair and turns his head to the side so he can feed his dick into Jongin's mouth.
In the meantime, Kyungsoo is wiggling the butt plug, trying to pull it out. He and Yixing are the girthiest members and there's no way for him to fuck Jongin through the opening the way Minseok did. The plug comes out with a lewd, sucking sound and leaves Jongin with the strange feeling of having his mouth filled to the brim and his butt achingly empty, tender and loose. It doesn't stay that way for long, though. Kyungsoo thrusts into him, and even after everything Jongin has already taken today, Kyungsoo still stretches him out so perfectly. He fills him and snaps his hips hard enough that he would have Jongin screaming in pleasure if his mouth weren't stuffed with Sehun's huge cock.
Each of Kyungsoo's thrusts has him moaning in the back of his throat, sounds muffled because his mouth is so full. Sehun groans as the vibrations travel up his cock. He jerks off the rest of his cock that doesn't fit into Jongin's mouth in a firm grip between his fingertips, groaning stings of “ohh yes, nng, fuck yes” under his breath.
Kyungsoo is silent during sex but his thrusts are relentless, sweet torture, every single one scraping over Jongin's prostate, driving him crazy. Kyungsoo keeps going until little drops of sweat pearl on his forehead, unaware of the admiring onlookers on the couches who have long since ditched the movie and watch Jongin getting fucked in both holes instead.
When Kyungsoo comes, he does so with a grunt, clenching his teeth so hard that his jaw muscles stand out. He pulls out of Jongin just in time because he prefers to shoot his come all over Jongin's stomach.
“Uhh, fuck,” Sehun drawls, and Jongin can feel his dick twitch in his mouth. He doubles his efforts sucking Sehun's cock, knowing that he's close and wanting him to come in his mouth. But Sehun pulls out just like Kyungsoo and jerks off furiously, brows creased in concentration, until his load joins Kyungsoo's, streaking Jongin's skin.
Jongin pants and moans, imagining the others who are jerking off where they're sitting on the couch would stand in a circle around him, all jerking off on him, splatter after splatter of cum landing on his skin. His stomach is fluttering as he imagines how hot the pools of fluid would feel on his skin, drowning in the smell wafting around him. He feels heat in his cheeks and his groin and he's sure if he could he would come right now.
The flutter in his stomach muscles isn't stopping and he lets his head fall back, mouth opening as he moans freely. What an utterly perverted picture he must be giving the others now. He remembers Joonmyun's words from earlier and lets his legs fall open wider, dragging his fingertips through some of the come on his stomach and rubbing it on his nipples. They're still sore from the rough treatment Jongdae gave them earlier, making them all the more sensitive. Every flick sends jolts of pleasure-pain through Jongin. He doesn't stop, can't help moaning louder, winding on the table until suddenly the feeling peaks and his muscles clamp up.
When they relax and he falls back limply, panting, he realized he's just experienced a mind-blowing dry orgasm. Still, it feels a bit incomplete somehow, like it won't satisfy him for long when he can't come for real, out of his dick, the way he's used to.
“Can you unlock the cage, please? I wanna... I need to come, please.”
He didn't address anyone in particular but everyone's heads turn to Joonmyun, leaving the decision to him as he usually takes the lead. Joonmyun takes a breath, preparing himself to get into character.
“You just did, and now you want it again?” he says. “So greedy. Want us all to watch again? Don't think we didn't see you spreading your legs wide, probably imagining us taking turns between them. It's amazing you can even come without something stuffed up your slutty hole.”
Jongin whimpers. The feeling of humiliation that turns him on so much washes over him again.
“But, alright,” Joonmyun continues, “I said you can earn the keys at the end of the day and I think you've been good. Does anyone disagree?”
“I think Jonginnie has been very bad and needs to stay in that cute cock cage forever,” Baekhyun says, grinning broadly. “And I think Joonmyun-hyung has been keeping one part of that plug from you that goes in the front, a thin little rod that can be pushed through that opening right into your urethra. Gonna plug up your penis hole on days that you're really naughty, right?”
Jongin feels his breaths go shallow and his heart hammering in anticipation as he imagines what Baekhyun is talking about.
“We'll see about that. If our pet continues to be good, there'll be no need for that. And I take it he's been good since there are no serious objections,” Joonmyun says with a little jab at Baekhyun. “So, Jongin, you can have the keys. But you've got to get them out of the jar yourself.”
He pulls the same jar out from under the table into which Baekhyun had milked him. The keys are clinking in the bottom when Joonmyun swirls the glass jar.
“There's so much,” Jongin breathes, sitting up on the edge of the table and taking the jar from Joonmyun. He doesn't remember his own ejaculate fluid to fill it to that level.
“Everyone donated a bit because you like cum so much.”
Jongin blushes to both ears. Sticking his fingers in the jar, he doesn't reach the bottom and can't fish the small keys out. The only option is to pour them out. He knows where this is going. A shudder runs down his spine, making heat pool in his lower stomach. God, he just wants to get rid of that cock cage so bad, then he can get hard again. It's so frustrating! He needs to get off, no matter what kind of embarrassing things he has to do for it.
“I have to-” he swallows, “d- drink this, right?”
Joonmyun smiles.
Jongin puts the jar to his lips and tips it up slowly. It's like everyone is holding their breaths watching until the first bit of thick liquid spills into his mouth and then Jongin is swallowing, swallowing. If he's working his throat slowly, it's surely not because he's savouring the feeling, the taste on his tongue, and the shame swirling through his gut. At last, the little keys drop into his mouth, and Jongin spits them into his hands, fumbles at the padlock with frantic, cum-slicked fingers. It finally clicks open and he can undo the ring around his balls, slide the steel tube off his cock.
He can almost feel the blood rushing, filling up his cock in no time, and then his hands are on it pulling at the best speed he can manage. He's panting so hard that his chest heaves, the collar feeling heavy on his clavicles. There's still the taste of cum on his tongue, his stomach is full with it, so dirty, all the sperm of his team mates mixed together, his ass is fucked raw, and he hasn't felt a single touch on his dick all day that even the slightest contact is heavenly. He pulls faster, moaning, aware that everyone is watching him, and he's coming; he's never come so hard before.
He stays doubled over, just catching his breath, and for a little while his dick still keeps twitching and spurting a little cum on his closed thighs. When someone pushes his sweaty bangs out of his forehead, he looks up and finds a glass of water offered to him. He takes it gratefully and gulps it down. And then he starts feeling a little awkward and embarrassed in a non-sexual way about his nakedness.
But this is the part Joonmyun had promised him to take care of, too, when they started playing and discussed the general process. Joonmyun covers Jongin up in one of the blankets from the couch while Jongin opens the buckle of the collar and takes it off.
Jongin takes a shower first, while Joonmyun draws him a bath with lavender and chamomile. As Jongin soaks in the bath, Joonmyun sits on the edge of the bathtub, drawing his fingertips idly through the water, and they talk.
Joonmyun always feels the need to apologize for all the things he says during their play time. Jongin waves him off, laughing, because he honestly gets off on the way Joonmyun dirty talks and knows that nothing Joonmyun say during that time reflects what he really thinks of Jongin. They talk about things Jongin liked and things he didn't like, things they want to try in the future and things they'd rather avoid. They all talk to each other openly about these things but since Joonmyun and Jongin have the longest history together, Joonmyun always takes extra good care of Jongin.
Letting the water relax his aching muscles, Jongin thinks about having such amazing team mates who let him fool around with them and indulge all of his kinks, and he feels truly lucky.
When he's washed all the sweat and grime from his body and soaked up so much bath water that his hands and feet are pruny, Chanyeol comes in and announces that three huge pizzas are on the way per delivery service.
Jongin loves play days.
Kink: Chastity devices
Pairing(s): Everyone/Kai
Word Count: 10928
Rating: nc-17
Warnings: multiple partners, collar, obedience play, orgasm denial/delay, barebacking, cum play, tunnel plug, some finger fucking, prostate milking, dirty talk, humiliation, a bit of voyeurism
Summary: A day off for Exo means a day of getting off for Exo.
Author's Note: Almost 11k of pwp, I'm never writing smut again, lol. Also, this is pure filth I'm gonna see myself off to hell now, bye.
This is what the cock cage looks like (pic stolen from a sex toy site, pic is just the toy no dick but still nsfw, I guess)
A huge thank you to the mods who were very patient with me.
Joonmyun wakes up to a knock on the door. Lifting his head, he sees Jongin peeking in and asking if he's awake. When Joonmyun mutters an affirmative, Jongin comes into the room. Joonmyun is surprised that Jongin is already awake as he usually sleeps in until past midday on the rare occasions that they have a whole day off.
Joonmyun is just about to heave himself up on his elbows, gathering the will to actually get up, when Jongin gets on his bed, climbs over him and spreads out on top of him, flattening him back into the mattress. Joonmyun's attempt at getting up is thoroughly ruined but his morning wood doesn't go unnoticed by Jongin who ruts against the hardness with soft, little motions while peppering short kisses on Joonmyun's lips. Joonmyun laughs between them. “This is a nice way to wake up.”
He manages to grab the curtain and pulls it open, letting morning light stream into the room. It pours warmly over the curves of Jongin's back and Joonmyun lets himself admire the view for a while, glad that Jongin came to him wearing nothing but boxers. Jongin keeps rocking on him until he's content with Joonmyun's level of arousal, straining and rock hard against the confines of his sleep shorts. He sits up on Joonmyun's thighs then, runs an appreciative hand over the line of his hardness, and wriggles onto his lap until Joonmyun's erection is nestled right between his butt cheeks.
With Jongin's warmth and heaviness pressing on his cock, Joonmyun can feels his breath already getting laboured. A glance at the front of Jongin's boxers tells him that the younger is barely starting to get hard yet. Only the tremor in his thighs and the flush in his cheeks betrays his arousal. He can barely control himself, and yet he does. They trained him well.
Joonmyun touches Jongin's small, still mostly soft cock through the fabric of his boxers, pets it. When he finds the head, he rubs the pad of his thumb over it repeatedly. Jongin makes a strained sound. In his concentration to fight against his arousal, he clenches his butt cheeks hard. It feels amazing around Joonmyun's cock and he thinks he should tease Jongin a little more.
“Hyung, please!” Jongin whines and hurries to push something into Joonmyun's hands, a black leather band with an open buckle. It's Jongin's collar.
“This is what you want today?” Joonmyun asks to make sure.
Jongin nods and cranes his neck towards him, lowering his head so Joonmyun can fasten the collar on him.
“You want to be my pet?” Joonmyun clarifies, holding the buckle open. But Jongin shakes his head this time, leaning even further down, until he's nuzzling the side of Joonmyun's head, lips brushing over the shell of his ear as he whispers.
“Everyone's.”
Jongin's crotch is pressed into Joonmyun's lower stomach, so close that Joonmyun can feel Jongin's cock twitch when he says it, filling with blood until he's half hard. Joonymun smirks. Jongin is so good at controlling himself that it's all the more beautiful when he slips up.
“Everyone's pet,” Joonmyun confirms and fastens the buckle on the outermost hole so that the collar is resting loosely on Jongin's clavicles. It's not meant to be uncomfortable; he'll be wearing it all day. It's meant to be a symbol.
Jongin breathes in and lifts his head to meet Joonmyun's gaze. Joonmyun can see how dark and heavy-lidded his eyes are, closing even more as he leans down and presses his full, warm lips on Joonmyun's. He melts on top of Joonmyun, opening up pliantly for his exploring tongue. A glowing thank you for the collar.
Joonmyun smiles into the kiss, whispers. “I should punish you, not reward you, you know? Getting hard without permission. Don't think I didn't notice.”
He grabs Jongin's hips and thrusts up hard, once, to underline his point. Jongin yelps at the short bout of pressure on his half-hard cock, chubbing up a bit more. He clenches his fists into the bedsheets and pushes himself up into a sitting position, eyes squeezed shut as he concentrates on willing his erection down.
“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to.”
“Oh, I'm sure. And yet you did,” Joonmyun teases, stroking Jongin's cock lazily, ruining his efforts. “Were you thinking about it? What being everyone's pet means? Being handed around, passed from one to the other, fucked whenever they please? Made you so hard that you can't even obey a simple rule anymore.”
“Hyung, please,” Jongin cries out. His legs are squeezing tightly around Joonmyun's hips as he hangs on to his last bit of control, but he's fighting a losing battle. It's all being unmade by Joonmyun's hand jerking him off. Joonmyun only lets go when Jongin is quite hard.
“Okay, I'll let it slide this time. I can't really be mad at you. You just want to be fucked by everyone so badly.”
Jongin blushes a beautiful shade of red when he's embarrassed.
“Go shower and clean yourself up well, pet.”
If anything, Jongin's blush deepens. “I already did before I came here. I'm fully prepped.”
Joonmyun raises an eyebrow. “Hm, is that so? Let me check.”
Jongin squirms around on Joonmyun's lap, unsure where to put his hands, where to look. It's so cute. He settles on asking. “How... how do you want me?”
“On my lap, right where you are is perfect.” Joonmyun sends him a reassuring smile, catching his restless wrists to stroke over their insides where the pulse point is. His hands wander up Jongin's arms, massaging his thumbs in little circles over his veins, all the way up to the shoulders. There, Joonmyun runs his fingers just under Jongin's collarbones and strokes up the sides of his neck, right where he can feel the blood pumping under his fingertips.
As though hypnotized, Jongin's eyes never leave Joonmyun's. His breaths fall in heavy, strained puffs from his parted lips.
Joonmyun curls his arms around Jongin's waist and pulls him down into a hug, letting his hands roam over the beautiful expanse of Jongin's back, aimlessly at first, just caressing and appreciating, but then with more purpose. He follows the dip of Jongin's lower back and slides his hands under the elastic band of his boxers, pushing them over the swell of his ass. The elastic digs into the crease where the backs of his thighs meet his ass but around the front it still covers his hard dick fully. It's a reminder that Jongin can't touch himself – not that he needs one, but Joonmyun knows he wants that feeling of someone else being in control.
If Jongin says he's prepped, then he is. Joonmyun has no doubt about that. The check is just an excuse to touch him. He takes two fingers and presses them between Jongin's ass cheeks without warning. They sink deep into his lubed, well-stretched hole, sending a jolt through Jongin. He clenches around Joonmyun's fingers, breath hitching.
Joonmyun allows himself to let out an appreciative moan as he moves his fingers against the slick heat and tests the weak resistance. “I love it when you come to me like this. I could almost imagine that this is your natural state, so loose and dripping wetness, just ready to be fucked at all times.”
Jongin whimpers and hides his face but he's moving his hips relentlessly, fucking himself back on Joonmyun's fingers.
“I knew you'd love that.” Joonmyun smiles and presses a kiss to the shell of Jongin's ear. He takes his fingers out of Jongin's ass as suddenly as he put them in, watching Jongin buck his hips up against nothing a few times before he stills, lying hot and sweaty on top of Joonmyun.
“Up, come on. You know what to do,” Joonmyun coaxes. He takes one of Jongin's hands and kissed the middle of his open palm sweetly. Jongin lifts himself up, a few hairs already sticking to his forehead with sweat but he's nodding. He discards his boxers and pulls Joonmyun's sleep shorts off, as well. They're both so hard. Joonmyun will get his release soon, but Jongin won't if Joonmyun doesn't allow him.
Jongin takes Joonmyun's cock in his hand to hold it up and lifts himself above it, legs spread as wide as he can and hand positioned in such a way that Joonmyun has a perfect view, because he knows Joonmyun loves to watch himself breach Jongin's opening. Jongin loves feeling so exposed and dirty, loves how it makes him burn with shame when Joonmyun's eyes never leave his ass as it takes his cock.
Joonmyun makes him go so slow that his thighs start trembling and it feels like an eternity until he's fully seated. And then he's not allowed to move.
Joonmyun presses his fingers up against the underside of Jongin's balls and lifts them up out of the way so he can see better. Jongin's rim is stretched taut around his cock and feels so good that Joonmyun has trouble not pulling out to fuck him wildly.
He knows just lying still gets Jongin impatient because with every moment that passes when he's tucked balls deep into his hole, Jongin becomes more aware of what's filling him. They've done this often enough and yet Jongin still gets adorably shy over it. He starts squirming, red-faced, as he registers the girth, the heat and hardness in him.
“Hyung, please-”
A squeeze to his balls shuts him up quickly, his insides clench around Joonmyun's cock, drawing a low moan from Joonmyun. Jongin clenches again, voluntarily this time, trying to get Joonmyun to move but all Joonmyun does is pet over his balls in featherlight caresses.
“Please move, please, hyung.” Jongin's voice comes out small, and he's aware that he's whining.
Joonmyun hears him well enough, heart blooming with overwhelming affection, but he thinks Jongin can take a little more. He keeps stroking his balls. They're so pretty, even on both sides, small and tight and smooth under his fingers; Joonmyun loves them, reveres them.
Jongin lets out a sob. “I can't, I can't hold out any longer! Please let me-!”
It's endearing how despite all of Jongin's directness at any other given time, he can never bring himself to say words like fuck and cock and cum out loud. Joonmyun smiles and takes his teasing hand off Jongin's balls, puts it on the side of Jongin's waist instead in a reassuring hold.
“Not yet, beautiful. Ride me first. Can you do that for me?”
Jongin nods in a daze and repositions himself so that he's on his knees, still seated on Joonmyun's cock. He starts raising and dropping his hips, without much finesse, just up, and then letting his weight drop him down. It spears Joonmyun's cock deep in him, punching the breaths out of his lungs every time. They soon become moans.
“Ahh, Joonmyun!” His name is a drawn-out whine on Jongin's lips and Joonmyun has to clench his jaw so he doesn't come right away. “Ahh, so deep!”
Jongin is just too sexy for his own good. Joonmyun snaps his hips up, meeting every drop with an upward thrust of his own, giving it to Jongin. He's proud when Jongin doesn't attempt to speak anymore, can only moan and drop his head back on every bounce, exposing the curve of his neck and his divinely crafted jawline. The collar, starkly visible against Jongin's smooth, sweaty skin, means Joonmyun doesn't have to hold back so he comes in Jongin, fucks his seed as deep into him as he can. Then he aligns their movements, going up when Jongin does and down when he does, his cock barely moving anymore inside Jongin.
He slows down their movements to a minimal rutting, giving Jongin no choice but to go along with it. Jongin sounds so sweet letting out inarticulate, frustrated sobs at the loss of friction but torturous fullness. Wetness drips from the tip of Jongin's throbbing, achingly hard cock but he doesn't have permission to touch himself so he doesn't. He thinks he's so desperate he could come hands free, just sitting there on Joonmyun's softening cock, insides full of cum.
“Think the others are up for breakfast?” he hears Joonmyun say and pouts at him. Who can think of breakfast now?
But Joonmyun just slaps his flank lightly and says. “Up, up, come on. When you get up and my cock slips out of you, I want you to clench your ass muscles nice and tight. I want to sit at the breakfast table knowing that you're fucked full of my cum so don't let any seep out, okay?”
Jongin nods eagerly, ears burning at how dirty he knows he's being. He squishes his ass cheeks together as hard as he can the moment he lifts up and lets Joonmyun's cock pop out, pressing his fingers between his legs to check for spillage. His behind is a slick, wet mess but he hopes it's just the lube from earlier, not Joonmyun's cum.
“Will I get a reward?”
Joonmyun leans over to peck him on the lips, chuckling. “Of course.”
Joonmyun has cleaned himself up with tissues from the bedside table and is digging in his closet for something to wear. Or so Jongin thinks, but Joonmyun opts to stay in his sleepwear, throwing the shirt he found at Jongin. It's a large, thin, white shirt with a neckline that's wide even on Jongin and a hem that falls down just over his still hard cock but doesn't exactly cover his ass fully. Jongin searches for his discarded boxers between the bedsheets but Joonmyun takes them out of his hands with a meaningful look and pushes him gently towards the kitchen.
That's how the others lay their eyes on him, all long naked legs and loose white shirt that barely covers anything. In unmistakeable contrast to the white, Jongin's sleek black collar stands out. Jongin stops self-consciously in the doorway as their chatter dies down and one after the other they turn their eyes to him; gazes sweeping over him that catch on the collar. Lecherous smiles bloom on their faces as the meaning of that collar clicks. Jongin served up on a silver platter.
Jongin's cock twitches and he blushes, trying to hide the spot where his erection is tenting the fabric of his shirt. He feels so exposed under their gazes, it makes goosebumps erupt all over his skin. The shudders pull his nipples tight, as well, and they poke so visibly through the simple shirt that they draw all eyes. Jongin feels like he might cry from the humiliation and his cock keeps jerking. He needs to come so, so badly.
“Damn, Jongin,” Sehun drawls out, “it's not even ten and you're already all fucked out. How many cocks have you had?”
Joonmyun saves Jongin from having to answer by coming up behind him and placing a sweet kiss on the nape of his neck which is flushed and crawling with shame.
“Only mine.” Joonmyun smiles. “Now be nice to our pet.”
“I'm gonna be so nice,” Chanyeol leers, ready to draw Jongin into his lap. “Everyone knows I'm the nices- hey!”
Yixing beats him to it, one fluid move and he's out of his chair, has sneaked his arms around Jongin's waist and is kissing him against the kitchen counter. Jongin sighs into Yixing's plush mouth, loving his soft but insistent kisses, especially the skillful press of his cushioned lower lip. Jongin's eyes slide close as he lets himself melt into Yixing's embrace, going willingly as Yixing hoists him up onto the counter. The marble is cold under his bare ass but it serves as a reminder to keep his cheeks clenched. He needs to keep Joonmyun's cum inside, after all.
“Chanyeol, fucking move. You're blocking my view.” Jongdae's trademark whine has Jongin opening his eyes. Before he notices that Yixing is pulling his cock from his unzipped pants, he sees the remaining members scooting their chairs and pushing each other to get a good view. Jongin's heart rate picks up, nervous as always when he's about to be fucked in front of an audience.
His eyes dart around, finding Joonmyun leaning casually against the counter to his right. Jongin stretches out his hand and feels anchored when Joonmyun takes his hand and squeezes.
“Colour?”
Jongin is glad Joonmyun asked. It means he's safe, always. Just a word and everything will come to a stop. Jongin doesn't want it to stop. He has to give Joonmyun a colour, and it's 'green', but that's tantamount to admitting out loud that he wants to be fucked by Yixing in front of their seven other team mates, their gazes leaving pinpricks of shame on his skin.
Jongin swallows.
“Green.” His voice comes out hoarse.
Yixing's going to fuck him in front of everyone. And he just admitted out loud that that's what he wants. How can he show them such a lusty, indecent side of himself? He doesn't think he's ever felt so ashamed. Through the rushing in his ears, he barely notices Joonmyun pressing a kiss to his knuckles and giving Yixing a nod that he's good to go.
Yixing pulls Jongin to the edge of the counter by the hips and lifts one of his legs over his shoulder so that he's on full display before he presses into him with one fluid thrust. Jongin needs no time to adjust, so Yixing falls into a steady and powerful rhythm right away. Thrusting into Jongin's slick hole, especially as sloppy seconds, produces lewd, squelching sounds that are just too audible in the kitchen. Turned on beyond belief, Jongin can only dig one hand into Yixing's shoulder, holding on for the ride, while his other hand is pressed over his eyes. Someone starts wolf-whistling and others join in.
“Fuck that sloppy hole.”
Humiliation makes Jongin's guts churn so painfully that he doesn't know what he's doing anymore, clenching around Yixing as hard as he can. Yixing grunts as he pushes through.
Yixing's tempo slows which is how Jongin knows he's close and after a few hard shoves, he stills inside Jongin and comes with a content sigh. Jongin slings his arms around Yixing's head, ruffling through his hair and pressing their foreheads together as he imagines Yixing's cum spilling into him. That intimate moment is always his favourite part.
Yixing parts with a kiss, cleans himself up with some kitchen paper towel, and goes to sit down at the table.
Joonmyun tickles the side of Jongin's neck around the collar to get his attention and when Jongin looks over to him, dazed but happy, he says. “I think they all liked your little show very much. I saw some of them touching themselves through their pants. Wishing to use your mouth or lining up to take turns fucking you right there on the counter after Yixing. But they all know you want to have breakfast first so they're going to wait until later.” Joonmyun glances over at the other members who nod their agreement jovially. “See? They're so sweet on you. Aren't you going to thank them? How about you show them how hard you got from being watched?”
Jongin flushes beautifully down his neck and gets too shy to answer in words, but he lifts the hem of his white shirt up high and lets his legs fall open. His cock twitches under everyone's gazes.
“Touch yourself, just lightly. We don't want you to get off yet,” Joonmyun continues. If his voice is a bit breathy, no one comments on it. They're all watching equally turned on as Jongin puts the hem of his shirt between his teeth, takes a hold of his cock and strokes slowly with his fingertips.
“Now rub the tip.”
Jongin does it, biting back a whimper. After being aroused for so long without reprieve, every touch on his oversensitive cock is almost torturous, but the tip is the most sensitive.
“Are you getting wet?”
Jongin nods and his blush deepens as his cock twitches again. The drops that are forming at the tip transfer to his fingers, leaving a glistening sheen.
Joonmyun licks his lips. “Rub it on your nipples. I bet they'll look cute with your precum all over them.” Jongin hisses and lets his head fall back. His cock is twitching madly at every flick of his fingers.
“Good. Keep going until they're nice and hard. You love that, huh? You've always been such a cum lover. If you could, you'd have it all over your body. Got two nice loads in your ass, too. You're gonna keep it all in like you promised, right?”
“Yes!” Jongin moans, and more precum dribbles from his tip.
“Nng, fuck,” Chanyeol bursts out. He's got his cock in his fist, jerking himself off furiously. “Jongin, come here, I need your mouth on my dick right now.”
Jongin pushes himself off the counter and is on his knees between Chanyeol's long legs in an instant, mouthing at his cock. Little kitten licks at the underside elicit an “ohh, yeah” from Chanyeol who jerks off into his mouth.
Meanwhile, Joonmyun sits at the table, getting a nudge from Jongdae who is grinning impishly. “I didn't know you could dirty talk like that.”
“Me neither.” Joonmyun chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “I was really bad at it in the beginning but he's so into it, how can I not try my best?” He nods over at Jongin, watching lovingly as he pushes Chanyeol's hand away and takes Chanyeol's cock fully into his mouth.
Chanyeol groans, threading one hand through Jongin's hair, guiding his head a bit, and using the other hand to play with his collar. Jongin sighs with a content hum, like there's nothing in the world he'd rather do than suck Chanyeol's cock against the roof of his mouth and massage the underside with the flat of his tongue. Chanyeol curses under his breath. It doesn't take long for him to spill into Jongin's mouth.
Jongin takes it all in greedily. He can feel hot spurts hitting the back of his throat until his mouth is full and Chanyeol pulls back. Jongin follows him and licks his cock clean, lapping up every drop he can get. Chanyeol watches him, preening at how obviously Jongin likes his cock, but at some point he gets oversensitive and tucks himself back into his pants. Jongin remains kneeling between his legs, leaning his cheek against the inside of Chanyeol's thigh. He closes his eyes, letting his other senses overwhelm him. Smelling and tasting only Chanyeol, he slides his tongue around in his mouth to feel the slimy texture until he finally drinks it all down.
He opens his eyes and, smiling bashfully, places a small kiss on Chanyeol's clothed bulge.
In the meantime, some of the others have filled everyone's bowls with rice and stew, and when Jongin is seated, they start eating. The usual chatter fills the room, but every now and then, heated gazes are thrown in Jongin's direction. They're thinking about Jongin, naked safe for the collar, laid out on various surfaces, so sweet, obedient, fuckable, his body all warm, golden skin.
Jongin tries not to look up and meet their eyes because what he'd read in them would surely reduce him to a boneless, shuddering mess of anticipation. But sometimes he can't keep his gaze from flickering up, and what he sees then makes him duck his head back down, cheeks flaming hot and blood pulsing to his cock, never letting it go completely flaccid.
He's still half hard when he gets up along with the others, clearing their empty bowls, glasses, and used cutlery from the table. In the ensuing chaos, Joonmyun finds him and puts an arm around his shoulder, steering him towards the chair he sat on. Jongin looks at the seat Joonmyun is pointing at. On the polished wooden surface, spots of a milky white liquid are clearly visible. It's cum.
Jongin's stomach drops. During breakfast, he didn't notice leaking any cum but now that he's aware, he thinks he can feel some running down his inner thighs, too.
Jongin turns to Joonmyun remorsefully and although he's taller, he manages to make himself small and look up at Joonmyun with big, pleading eyes. “No punishment?” he pleads in a small voice.
Joonmyun is weak against those puppy eyes. He pets over Jongin's hair and agrees. “No punishment.”
Jongin plants a quick kiss on Joonmyun's lips, relaxing visibly. Joonmyun knows he did the right thing. Still, there should be some sort of consequences and, thinking quickly, he comes up with the perfect solution.
“You didn't earn your reward, though, you know that, right? I was going to let you come but now I had to change the plans a little. Baekhyun?” he calls over the general noise. “We'll need you in Jongin's room in a sec.”
Baekhyun's eyes light up and he darts off. Some of the others follow him with jealous gazes but the day is still long and they know they'll get their play time with Jongin, too.
“But first,” Joonmyun turns to Jongin, “I want you to clean those cum stains you left on the chair. We can't have you dirtying all the furniture just because you've got such a loose ass.”
Jongin's throat is suddenly dry. He swallows hard and rasps. “How do you want me to do that?”
A smile blooms on Joonmyun's lips. He steps closer to Jongin, cupping his jaw in one hand gently. “I think you know how. You wouldn't want to waste any of Yixing's or my cum.” His thumb runs meaningfully over the petal-soft curve of Jongin's lower lip.
Jongin understands. Shame makes his cock throb as he sinks to his knees and presses his mouth to the seat of the chair, tongue darting out to lick up the drops of cum.
“Very good,” Joonmyun praises and pets Jongin's hair again, combing silky strands behind his ear. Then he takes Jongin's hand and leads him to his room where Baekhyun is already waiting, sitting on the bed.
Joonmyun makes Jongin take off the white shirt and get on the bed on all fours. His behind is turned to Baekhyun, and Joonmyun sits down at his head. He and Baekhyun are only in their pyjamas, too lazy to get dressed properly on a day off, but even pyjamas still serve the purpose of clothes versus Jongin's nakedness. He's between them buck naked, feeling vulnerable and exposed. It's one of Jongin's favourite feelings and his cock is already filling between his legs although he tries hard to keep it down.
He looks up at Joonmyun who's been silent since they've entered the room. Joonmyun leans down and captures Jongin's lips in a heated kiss, then he moves over to Baekhyun and whispers instructions in his ear. With everything set up, he retreats into the background, getting a few items from their toy box for later and sits in a chair to watch.
Baekhyun inserts one finger into Jongin. The rim is still slick and accommodates his long, thin digit easily. Jongin lets out a surprised sound but he realizes quickly that he's only being teased since one of Baekhyun's thin fingers can hardly give him any stimulation. He resigns himself to the situation with a little whine and lowers himself on his elbows, rocking his hips back. A slap from Baekhyun's free hand warns him not to move too much.
Baekhyun curls his finger and prods his inner walls, seemingly searching for something. When Jongin feels a bolt of intense sensation that makes his whole body jerk forward, he realizes what. Baekhyun lets out a triumphant laugh and feels around for that spot again.
“Now don't move,” he tells Jongin as he prods the same spot over and over again. Jolts of pleasure shoot up Jongin's spine. It keeps building and building, and Jongin needs release but Baekhyun keeps stimulating him without pause.
“Baekhyun-hyung, I can't-!” Jongin cries out.
“Of course you can, baby,” Baekhyun laughs, not once stopping the movement of his finger. He keeps hitting Jongin's prostate until Jongin is a sobbing mess.
“Hyung, stop! I'm going to pee, please don't make me do this!”
His attempt to wriggle out of Baekhyun's grasp is prevented by Joonmyun who's out of his chair in one swift motion and places a cool, steady hand on Jongin's lower back.
Jongin looks up at him with teary eyes and says in a tiny, desperate voice. “Please, hyung, I don't wanna-”
“Shh, love. Baekhyun isn't making you pee,” Joonmyun says soothingly, “he's milking you. What you're feeling is the prostate gland swelling. In a moment, you'll be releasing a lot of ejaculate fluid. Baekhyun, use less pressure, it can help Jonginnie feel less like he has to pee. Is that okay?”
Jongin leans into Joonmyun's hand that is now petting his hair again, a touch that always reassures him. He trusts Joonmyun to know what he's doing, so he croaks. “Yeah.”
“Just relax. When you feel it coming, just let it flow out. Prostate milking produces a lot more fluid than an orgasm but don't worry, I'll help you not make a mess.”
Joonmyun points Jongin's cock into an empty jar and holds it there, just stroking featherlightly with his thumb. When he has the chance, he always lavishes attention on Jongin's cute cock. Joonmyun doesn't have big hands by any means but Jongin's cock, even fully erect, fits right in his palm.
Baekhyun is focusing diligently on stimulating Jongin's prostate. Joonmyun can see his delicate wrist moving just beyond the swell of Jongin's ass. It's a beautiful picture, complimented by the soft moans Jongin lets out now that he's not worried anymore. His whole form is pliant in his hyungs' hands, having given himself over to them and the sensations they arouse in him.
A surprised shout falls from his lips when a huge amount of semen gushes unexpectedly from the slit of his cock. He tenses up but Joonmyun rubs his lower back and tells Baekhyun to keep going. At every third or fourth jab to Jongin's prostate, another small trickle flows out. Joonmyun catches it all in the glass jar.
“Ahh, why isn't it stopping?” Jongin gasps and presses his face into the sheets. He's struggling to pinpoint the sensations that are assaulting him. The feeling of fullness he associates with a fat cock ploughing into him isn't there at all, and neither is the usual stretching to his rim that he craves. There is only that deep pressure in him that's overwhelming at the same time as it isn't enough. It like a constant release without the final relief of climaxing and it's driving him mad. In his desperate need for more, he's trying to fuck himself on Baekhyun's one finger but it's not helping. At least Baekhyun lets him now that he's gotten sure enough in his skill to locate Jongin's prostate that even the minute rocking of his hips doen't make him lose his aim.
Joonmyun and Baekhyun can keep Jongin there for as long as they like, ass up and face down, with a few drops being milked from his cock every now and then. Baekhyun smirks at Joonmyun, planning to keep going for as long as his wrist doesn't cramp. Jongin has taken to babbling repeating strings of “no, please, stop, I don't have any more in me, hyung, no, please...” But Joonmyun only smirks back at Baekhyun, both of them knowing that if Jongin really wanted them to stop, he'd be using the colour code.
In the end, they leave Jongin completely drained, turning him to lie on his back so that he can rest even while Baekhyun, who's gotten painfully hard during the whole process, can easily drag Jongin's limp legs onto both sides of his hips and rut into his ass sloppily with the single purpose to get off.
“Hyung, what'd you do to me?” Jongin slurs, turning to Joonmyun. “I feel so horny but there's... there's just nothing building.”
“Perfect.” Joonmyun smiles. “Don't worry, that feeling will come back soon. But right now, you can't orgasm. We milked you dry. I think we should do this more often. You look so sweet and innocent with your cock soft even though you're getting your ass fucked.”
Jongin manages to raise his head enough to cast a look at his lower stomach where his cock is resting. He touches it, lifts it up, but it only gives a weak twitch and remains flaccid. Jongin whimpers mournfully.
Baekhyun keeps thrusting into him and there's nothing to distract Jongin from the feeling now. His focus is automatically on Baekhyun's cock, every inch of it sliding all to easily along his inner walls. He tries to clench for Baekhyun but his slack muscles don't obey him. Embarrassment heats his face as he wonders what Baekhyun must be thinking.
“Hyung,” he whimpers, waving for Joonmyun to lean down until he can whisper with his lips are pressed to Joonmyun's ear.
“Hyung, I'm so exhausted I can't...” He moans. “I can't tighten my ass. And I already had you and Yixing-hyung in me, do you think Baekhyunnie-hyung will think I'm a w- whore?” He flushes bright red for speaking such a word.
Joonmyun takes Jongin's head in his lap, stroking sweaty hairs out of his forehead and plays with the collar, pretending to think about it.
“I don't know, pet. Why don't you ask him?” he suggests softly.
Jongin nods. In a shy voice, he calls. “Baekhyunnie-hyung. Am I...” He takes a shuddering breath, arousal swirling in his gut. But he chickens out using that word again and chooses a different phrasing instead. “Am I tight enough?”
Baekhyun grins. “No, you're fucking loose.” He lifts up Jongin's hips, bends his knees towards his chest and leans over him, fucking into him with the aid of gravity. Jongin lets out a squeak of surprise.
“Can you feel how deep inside I am?” Baekhyun moans, shoving hard. His balls are pressed against the soft curve of Jongin's ass and his cock is sheathed fully inside. Like that, he comes, spilling his seed in Jongin. He pulls out gently and helps Jongin place his legs back down on the bed.
Jongin feels completely, bonelessly fucked out. His ass is hot and a little sore but it feels wonderful. He lets his eyes fall close, slides a hand between his legs, and plays with his hole. There's a bit of cum leaking out, dripping over his fingers, and he pushes it back inside just past the rim. He keeps two of his fingers there, plugging himself up.
“Can I take a nap?” he mumbles, cheeks comfortably warm. There's so much cum inside him.
“I don't think so,” is Joonmyun's reply, but Jongin can't bring himself to open his eyes, not even when he feels hands on his cock, pulling and prodding. They seem to be working something onto it but Jongin doesn't mind. He's already halfway to falling asleep, content with wriggling his fingertips inside his ass just past his entrance so he can imagine that he's feeling Baekhyun's cum sloshing around. Maybe there's even a bit of Yixing's and Joonmyun's left. By the end of the day, he wants his stomach to hold everyone's cum, keeping all of his team mates' little sperm cells safe and warm inside of him.
He can hear Joonmyun and Baekhyun talking amongst each other but he doesn't pay it much attention. Joonmyun is asking. “What do you think?”
“It looks cute. Suits him.” Baekhyun is taking Jongin's cock in his hand and it feels weird, different than usual.
A little worried now, Jongin lifts his head to check out what's making it feel so strange. What he sees is his cock locked away in chastity. A stainless steel tube is enclosing his whole shaft in a snug fit, held in place by an attached steel ring that goes around Jongin's balls. It's closed with a little padlock and Jongin can only guess that he's not going to be the one who gets to keep the keys. His heart jumps into his throat and thrums nervously. At least there's an opening in the front which means he'll be able to go pee if he has to without begging someone to unlock the cock cage first.
One thing's for sure, though, even if he could after that prostate massage he's not going to get it up wearing that thing. The tight fit of the steel tube doesn't allow for any swelling no matter how aroused Jongin is and additionally, the heavy, unforgiving weight ensures that his cock is going to hang straight down between his legs.
“What is this?” he asks with the slightest bit of panic in his voice. It excites him.
“Look who woke up and decided to show an interest in what's happening to his junk.” Baekhyun drums his fingers on the steel tube around Jongin cock. Jongin's brow creases. That's the weird feeling. He can tell his cock is being touched but any direct sensation is blocked.
Grinning at him, Baekhyun adds.“Not that you have any say in the matter.”
“You really can't seem to listen today – you know not getting hard is one of the basic rules and usually you at least try – so we decided to take things into our own hands and lock your naughty bits away. How is that?” Joonmyun searches Jongin's gaze since this is the first time they're trying chastity. He has to know how Jongin is feeling about it. “Colour?”
“Yeah, green,” Jongin breathes. He can feel a throbbing in his crotch as his arousal pools but it doesn't reach his cock. It's such an unfamiliar, thrilling feeling, much better than he had expected. “Last time we talked about this I said I wanted to try it. You remembered and got this for me, didn't you?”
“Ah... yes,” Joonmyun admits and chuckles sheepishly when Baekhyun whispers “whipped” in the background. Not that Baekhyun or anyone else for that matter is less whipped.
“Anyway, the keys,” Joonmyun says and drops them into the jar that he placed on the bedside table. The jar that contains the fluid Baekhyun milked from Jongin with his prostate massage.
“You can earn them at the end of the day, if you're good. But if not...” Joonmyun hums. “You're going to stay locked away, for a week maybe. Or a month.”
Jongin makes a sound in light protest that he knows will be useless. He can feel the throbbing intensifying. Already, he wants to beg Joonmyun to take the cage off and let him come. How would he ever make it through a month of this?
“No, you can't do that! I swear I'll be good, I'll be at my absolute best. Just please take it off tonight. Hyung, I always listen to you, sometimes I just can't-”
“Can't keep my cum in you when I explicitly told you to? And Yixing's, too. What do you think we put it in you for? For you to go walking around dripping from your slutty hole?”
Jongin's stomach clenches and heat shoots into his cheeks from shame. “No, I-”
Joonmyun doesn't let him speak. “And Baekhyun, too. He was so kind to fill you back up but we can't trust you not to have it running out of you the next moment, now can we? So we're going to solve that problem for you and plug you up.”
“Thank you, hyung,” Jongin whimpers in a small voice.
Joonmyun is just about to get the last toy he prepared when the door opens and Minseok comes in. Naturally, Jongin's head turns to him first.
“Hey guys, we're going to watch a movie in the living room, wanna join us? Chanyeol and Sehun want to go out and buy snacks, and Yixing and Kyungsoo offered to get drinks.”
“Chanyeol and Sehun? I should go with them before they buy all kinds of things we don't need,” Baekhyun says and pushes himself up off the bed. But his gaze lingers on Jongin's spread-out form.
“Like you're going to make more reasonable choices,” Minseok teases Baekhyun as he approaches the bed, casting curious glances at Jongin. He runs a light fingertip up the inside of Jongin's leg. “Pretty. You look and smell like sex.”
Joonmyun decides to go with Yixing and Kyungsoo so that Jongdae and Minseok can have some alone time with Jongin if they want. Minseok in particular because he's the most reserved about having sex with him in front of everyone. But Joonmyun knows Jongin will be in good hands. There's just one thing he has to finish before he can leave and Baekhyun agrees to go tell the others to wait for him.
Jongin waits with bated breath for the plug Joonmyun promised him. He really likes being filled with cum and then having something shoved in his ass to stop it from dripping out. Usually, the thought alone would make him hard and he'd jerk off to it. On play days when he's not allowed to touch himself, it results in him having to walk around with an aching hard-on and then getting some form of 'punishment' for violating the basic rule that he needs permission to even get hard. Right now, though, that's no issue because he's in a cock cage. No matter how turned on he gets, he can't get hard. A plug in his ass would mean he won't be able to use it to service the other members, he could only offer his mouth and hands. His lower body would be completely useless. It's an arousing thought.
However, the plug Joonmyun has in mind serves a very different purpose. He holds it up and turns it slowly in his hands so that Jongin can get a good look at and understand what it will do. It's a tunnel plug. Shaped like a normal, albeit quite girthy butt plug, it's hollow inside from the tip to the base.
“Hyung, no!” Jongin scoots up the bed towards the headboard. “You said you'd plug me up. Not with that thing! I'm going to- Everything's going to leak out. I don't want it.”
Minseok's eyebrows rise as Joonmyun approaches Jongin despite his protests and tugs on his leg. Joonmyun sighs.
“Look, baby, you're scaring Minseok. I think he's getting the impression that you really don't want it. Can we have your colour again?”
Jongin scrunches his face up, blushing again, and he flops onto his stomach to press his face into the sheets, sobbing. “Gree-een!” He raises his hips as high as they go and wiggles his butt impatiently.
“Wow, damn, okay.” Minseok relaxes and smiles at Joonmyun. “Go on.”
Joonmyun spreads Jongin's ass cheeks and pushes the plug in. It's not easy because it lacks the tapered tip most normal butt plugs have, and because anticipation makes Jongin's stomach muscles and butt clench rhythmically. Drops of cum are pushed out and run in a sticky trail over his perineum and balls. Joonmyun spreads them over Jongin's balls, the part of his genitals that isn't covered by the cock cage, and the unexpected contact makes Jongin gasp. Joonmyun uses the distraction to force the tunnel plug in.
“Beautiful, let me see,” Joonmyun coaxes and taps the insides of Jongin's thighs as a sign for him to spread his legs wider. Jongin whines but complies, secretly loving the filthiness of it all. Nestled between his ass cheeks is the plug that keeps his hole open and between his legs hangs his caged cock, unable to get hard.
“It's all going to seep out,” Jongin sobs and reaches a hand around to touch the rim of the plug. With a shaking finger he explores the width of the opening. It's so big!
“It was going to seep out anyway,” Joonmyun says, “because you can't keep your slutty hole shut. Plug or no plug, it makes no difference with your gaping piggy hole.”
Jongin lets out a long moan and reaches between his legs, wanting to tug on his cock and get off so badly, but he only touches metal. Right, the cock cage.
Seeing Joonmyun pulling some clothes from the wardrobe and turning to the door, Jongin cries. “Hyung, don't leave me here like this!”
But it's in vain. The door clicks shut behind Joonmyun, leaving Jongin alone with Minseok. There's some muffled conversation in the hallway as most of the others get ready to leave for their small shopping trip, but Minseok pays them no mind. The scene he just witnessed turned him on more than he thought it would, but with the reassurance Jongin gave that he likes it, Minseok pulls his fly down and frees his cock without any bad feelings.
He jerks off lightly while kneading his other hand into the plump flesh of Jongin's butt. The generous opening of the plug is visible between his cheeks, and Minseok is amazed that something so big can fit into Jongin's small ass.
He clears his throat but his voice still comes out as a croak when he asks. “Can I try something?”
Jongin spreads out his fingers that he had clenched in the sheet earlier. “Sure,” he says and looks over his shoulder so he can smile at Minseok. “Preferably if it ends in us having sex.”
That makes Minseok smile, too. “Yeah, that was the plan.”
He shucks off his pants and underwear and gets on the bed behind Jongin, taking him by the hips. His stiff cock is lined up easily with Jongin's spread hole, and he pushes. It's a very tight fit but ever so closely his cock slides through the inside of the tunnel plug.
“Ahh!” Jongin moans and flushes deep red when he realizes what's happening. Minseok is fucking into him through the hollow of the plug, and judging by the moans he tries to bite back it's really getting him off.
Minseok stops and pulls out just before he reaches his climax, and places the tip of his cock right at the opening of the plug, jerking off with fast movements. His cum shoots into Jongin spurt after spurt. The dribbling rest that Minseok squeezes out with a few last strokes along his shaft slide down the inner walls of the plug and pool together with the rest inside of Jongin.
For a while, only their pants can be heard, then Jongin lets out a frustrated sound. “Can you take off the cock cage? I want to come.”
“No.” Minseok smiles and touches the steel tube around Jongin's cock, turning the little padlock between his fingers. “I don't even know where the keys are.”
“They're in that jar on the bedside table.”
“Is that cum in there? I'm not sticking my fingers in there. Beside, I already said no. You have to listen to me because I'm your hyung and because you're our pet.”
“Okay, hyung,” Jongin says meekly and deflates a little.
Minseok hums, thinking about what to do next. It's a bit awkward without his clothes now that he came, so he takes them back on first of all. The he says. “Come on, let's check out if Jongdae needs any help in the living room.”
He's halfway to the door before he notices that Jongin isn't following him. He turns around with a questioning look. Jongin is lying on the bed in a positing on his side that looks awkward, with one of his legs bent to keeps his hips as raised as possible. He looks up at Minseok with an embarrassed grin.
“I can't stand up when I'm wearing that tunnel plug. Your c- It'll start dripping out of me.”
“Oh? Then walk on all fours.”
Minseok isn't expecting it but Jongin actually does. He gets on his hands and knees, keeping his back curved and his shoulders as far down as possible so that his ass points up. Looking at Jongin with big eyes, Minseok has to shake off his surprise before he hooks a finger under Jongin's collar and walks him to the living room.
“Puppy!” Jongdae exclaims in delight and pats the empty spot next to him on the couch. Jongin hops up and loops his arms around Jongdae's thin waist, nudging his face into his crotch.
“Straight to the point.” Jongdae laughs. “But you know I'm a cuddler. Give me some kisses first?”
He spreads his arms and lets Jongin crawl into them, lying down more comfortably with Jongin on top of him. Petting Jongin's hair, he meets Jongin's lips for many little kisses, short and playful at first, then longer and more languid as he starts to let his hands roam over Jongin's whole body. One kiss, he runs his fingertips over the shell of Jongin's ear. The next kiss, he slings his arms around Jongin's ribs in a bear hug, all but squeezing the air out of his lungs and leaving them huffing with laughter. A teasing flick of his tongue over Jongin's lips while he grazes his knuckles down the curve of his spine to the cleft of his ass.
Jongin wishes he could purr like a cat because that's what Jongdae makes him want to do. He rolls off him and squeezes into the gap between Jongdae's body and the back of the couch. There's just enough space for him to wriggle into, lying on his back. He takes Jongdae's hand and guides it to his front, arching his chest up, wanting to be touched.
Jongdae notices the cock cage and takes an interest in playing with that first. He takes the steel tube Jongin's cock is trapped in and flops it this way and that against Jongin's stomach. Then he strokes over Jongin's balls and further down, making a curious sound when he touches the plug. He leans up and scoots between Jongin's legs, telling him to hold his legs open by the knees. Doing so, Jongin can feel cum starting to drip out of his open hole, staining the couch. He sucks his stomach in, trying to keep the cum inside, but it's no use. Ashamed, he has to admit to himself that he can't do anything to stop himself from dripping.
Jongdae didn't expect him to be wearing a tunnel plug on top of the collar and the chastity cage but he's actually pretty kinky and can get on board with almost anything. Without preamble, he pushes two fingers into Jongin's sloppy opening and fucks him on them. And while he does that, he lowers his head and licks over Jongin's exposed balls, kisses up his stomach, and sucks on his nipples. The tiny nubs turn hard in his mouth as he flicks his tongue over them and pulls with his teeth until Jongin is keening and pressing his chest up against Jongdae's face.
Jongdae only releases his nipples when they're both swollen and red, moving on to bite a hickey into the side of Jongin's neck right under the collar. The sting of it elicits a shout of pleasure from Jongin.
He sinks back into the couch cushion, panting, when Jongdae lets go of him to push his sweatpants and boxers down.
“Cuddler, my ass,” Jongin says with a mock pout and slaps Jongdae's arm. They both end up laughing.
“Suck my dick.”
“I'm going to.”
“Okay.” Jongdae laughs, flopping down on top of Jongin with sparkling eyes and stealing a bunch of kisses more from his lips.
When he deems Jongin thoroughly kissed, he gets up with his knees on either side of Jongin's shoulders so that he can push his hard-on between Jongin's lips. He even places a pillow under Jongin's head so he's lying comfortably with Jongdae's dick in his mouth.
Jongin slurps around him and hums happily. He loves how playful and hot Jongdae can be at the same time. And he loves that Jongdae isn't impatient during blowjobs, he just keeps his hips still and lets Jongin set the pace. It means Jongin can really taste and feel him, swirling his tongue around the bulbous head and letting his lips slide over the veiny texture of the shaft. He can hold Jongdae's cock in place with his lips to the very tip and suck hard until Jongdae moans almost painfully and Jongin feels the first spurt of precum cover his tongue.
He can almost hear Joonmyun say. “You really love cock.”
It makes arousal prickle under Jongin's skin. Jongdae's hard shaft feels so good in his mouth that he has to take his caged cock into his fist, moving his fingers over the smooth steel pretending he could jack off right now with Jongdae's dick gliding in and out of his mouth.
Jongdae comes with a shout and fills Jongin's mouth. Jongin swallows it and worships Jongdae's softening cock with his tongue until Jongdae pulls out. A string of cum mixed with saliva connects his cock and Jongin's lips for a second before it breaks and lands on Jongin's chin. Jongdae pulls his pants back up and cuddles up to Jongin, turning his face towards him so he can lick the dribble off his chin. He kisses Jongin, swirling his tongue in his mouth. It makes Jongin a bit shy because he's not used to it. The other members don't like the taste of cum too much; it's only Jongdae who shares this kink with Jongin and loves tasting himself or the others on Jongin's tongue.
Tangled on the couch and exchanging deep tongue kisses, that's how the other members find the two when they return with snacks and drinks. Minseok appears, freshly showered, just in time for everything to be set up and the movie started.
It doesn't take long for some of them to get distracted, though. Sehun who is usually one of the first ones to claim play time with Jongin has not yet been with him today, and he's been eyeing Jongin since they came back from the shopping trip. Kyungsoo casts glances between them and it's as if he and Sehun can communicate without words. With a few exchanged looks and nods of their heads they devise a plan which they carry out in a heartbeat.
They clear the snack bowls from the coffee table and with their combined strength lift Jongin by the arms and legs over from the couch onto the table. The polished wood feels smooth under his naked skin and warms up quickly. It's not uncomfortable. Besides, Jongin loves to be manhandled a bit, especially by Kyungsoo who is smaller than him but has bulked up so nicely now.
Jongin lets his legs fall open for Kyungsoo but he, like Jongdae, examines the cock cage first. At Jongin's head, Sehun is already fumbling with his zipper, opening his fly and pulling his boxers down just enough for his huge cock to spring free. Jongin swallows down saliva. The sight of Sehun's cock has always made his mouth water, even though it's too long for him to take it all in. Jongin has tried deep-throating but his gag reflex is too strong and no matter how they tried to train it out of it, it just won't go away, so he gave up eventually. For Sehun, it doesn't detract from the fun because he loves bragging about being so big that Jongin can't take all of him.
Sehun could have Jongin's ass, as well, if he wanted but he has a thing for Jongin's lips and he enjoys showing off how Jongin is already at his limit after half or two-thirds of his cock. Today, he also grabs a handful of Jongin's hair and turns his head to the side so he can feed his dick into Jongin's mouth.
In the meantime, Kyungsoo is wiggling the butt plug, trying to pull it out. He and Yixing are the girthiest members and there's no way for him to fuck Jongin through the opening the way Minseok did. The plug comes out with a lewd, sucking sound and leaves Jongin with the strange feeling of having his mouth filled to the brim and his butt achingly empty, tender and loose. It doesn't stay that way for long, though. Kyungsoo thrusts into him, and even after everything Jongin has already taken today, Kyungsoo still stretches him out so perfectly. He fills him and snaps his hips hard enough that he would have Jongin screaming in pleasure if his mouth weren't stuffed with Sehun's huge cock.
Each of Kyungsoo's thrusts has him moaning in the back of his throat, sounds muffled because his mouth is so full. Sehun groans as the vibrations travel up his cock. He jerks off the rest of his cock that doesn't fit into Jongin's mouth in a firm grip between his fingertips, groaning stings of “ohh yes, nng, fuck yes” under his breath.
Kyungsoo is silent during sex but his thrusts are relentless, sweet torture, every single one scraping over Jongin's prostate, driving him crazy. Kyungsoo keeps going until little drops of sweat pearl on his forehead, unaware of the admiring onlookers on the couches who have long since ditched the movie and watch Jongin getting fucked in both holes instead.
When Kyungsoo comes, he does so with a grunt, clenching his teeth so hard that his jaw muscles stand out. He pulls out of Jongin just in time because he prefers to shoot his come all over Jongin's stomach.
“Uhh, fuck,” Sehun drawls, and Jongin can feel his dick twitch in his mouth. He doubles his efforts sucking Sehun's cock, knowing that he's close and wanting him to come in his mouth. But Sehun pulls out just like Kyungsoo and jerks off furiously, brows creased in concentration, until his load joins Kyungsoo's, streaking Jongin's skin.
Jongin pants and moans, imagining the others who are jerking off where they're sitting on the couch would stand in a circle around him, all jerking off on him, splatter after splatter of cum landing on his skin. His stomach is fluttering as he imagines how hot the pools of fluid would feel on his skin, drowning in the smell wafting around him. He feels heat in his cheeks and his groin and he's sure if he could he would come right now.
The flutter in his stomach muscles isn't stopping and he lets his head fall back, mouth opening as he moans freely. What an utterly perverted picture he must be giving the others now. He remembers Joonmyun's words from earlier and lets his legs fall open wider, dragging his fingertips through some of the come on his stomach and rubbing it on his nipples. They're still sore from the rough treatment Jongdae gave them earlier, making them all the more sensitive. Every flick sends jolts of pleasure-pain through Jongin. He doesn't stop, can't help moaning louder, winding on the table until suddenly the feeling peaks and his muscles clamp up.
When they relax and he falls back limply, panting, he realized he's just experienced a mind-blowing dry orgasm. Still, it feels a bit incomplete somehow, like it won't satisfy him for long when he can't come for real, out of his dick, the way he's used to.
“Can you unlock the cage, please? I wanna... I need to come, please.”
He didn't address anyone in particular but everyone's heads turn to Joonmyun, leaving the decision to him as he usually takes the lead. Joonmyun takes a breath, preparing himself to get into character.
“You just did, and now you want it again?” he says. “So greedy. Want us all to watch again? Don't think we didn't see you spreading your legs wide, probably imagining us taking turns between them. It's amazing you can even come without something stuffed up your slutty hole.”
Jongin whimpers. The feeling of humiliation that turns him on so much washes over him again.
“But, alright,” Joonmyun continues, “I said you can earn the keys at the end of the day and I think you've been good. Does anyone disagree?”
“I think Jonginnie has been very bad and needs to stay in that cute cock cage forever,” Baekhyun says, grinning broadly. “And I think Joonmyun-hyung has been keeping one part of that plug from you that goes in the front, a thin little rod that can be pushed through that opening right into your urethra. Gonna plug up your penis hole on days that you're really naughty, right?”
Jongin feels his breaths go shallow and his heart hammering in anticipation as he imagines what Baekhyun is talking about.
“We'll see about that. If our pet continues to be good, there'll be no need for that. And I take it he's been good since there are no serious objections,” Joonmyun says with a little jab at Baekhyun. “So, Jongin, you can have the keys. But you've got to get them out of the jar yourself.”
He pulls the same jar out from under the table into which Baekhyun had milked him. The keys are clinking in the bottom when Joonmyun swirls the glass jar.
“There's so much,” Jongin breathes, sitting up on the edge of the table and taking the jar from Joonmyun. He doesn't remember his own ejaculate fluid to fill it to that level.
“Everyone donated a bit because you like cum so much.”
Jongin blushes to both ears. Sticking his fingers in the jar, he doesn't reach the bottom and can't fish the small keys out. The only option is to pour them out. He knows where this is going. A shudder runs down his spine, making heat pool in his lower stomach. God, he just wants to get rid of that cock cage so bad, then he can get hard again. It's so frustrating! He needs to get off, no matter what kind of embarrassing things he has to do for it.
“I have to-” he swallows, “d- drink this, right?”
Joonmyun smiles.
Jongin puts the jar to his lips and tips it up slowly. It's like everyone is holding their breaths watching until the first bit of thick liquid spills into his mouth and then Jongin is swallowing, swallowing. If he's working his throat slowly, it's surely not because he's savouring the feeling, the taste on his tongue, and the shame swirling through his gut. At last, the little keys drop into his mouth, and Jongin spits them into his hands, fumbles at the padlock with frantic, cum-slicked fingers. It finally clicks open and he can undo the ring around his balls, slide the steel tube off his cock.
He can almost feel the blood rushing, filling up his cock in no time, and then his hands are on it pulling at the best speed he can manage. He's panting so hard that his chest heaves, the collar feeling heavy on his clavicles. There's still the taste of cum on his tongue, his stomach is full with it, so dirty, all the sperm of his team mates mixed together, his ass is fucked raw, and he hasn't felt a single touch on his dick all day that even the slightest contact is heavenly. He pulls faster, moaning, aware that everyone is watching him, and he's coming; he's never come so hard before.
He stays doubled over, just catching his breath, and for a little while his dick still keeps twitching and spurting a little cum on his closed thighs. When someone pushes his sweaty bangs out of his forehead, he looks up and finds a glass of water offered to him. He takes it gratefully and gulps it down. And then he starts feeling a little awkward and embarrassed in a non-sexual way about his nakedness.
But this is the part Joonmyun had promised him to take care of, too, when they started playing and discussed the general process. Joonmyun covers Jongin up in one of the blankets from the couch while Jongin opens the buckle of the collar and takes it off.
Jongin takes a shower first, while Joonmyun draws him a bath with lavender and chamomile. As Jongin soaks in the bath, Joonmyun sits on the edge of the bathtub, drawing his fingertips idly through the water, and they talk.
Joonmyun always feels the need to apologize for all the things he says during their play time. Jongin waves him off, laughing, because he honestly gets off on the way Joonmyun dirty talks and knows that nothing Joonmyun say during that time reflects what he really thinks of Jongin. They talk about things Jongin liked and things he didn't like, things they want to try in the future and things they'd rather avoid. They all talk to each other openly about these things but since Joonmyun and Jongin have the longest history together, Joonmyun always takes extra good care of Jongin.
Letting the water relax his aching muscles, Jongin thinks about having such amazing team mates who let him fool around with them and indulge all of his kinks, and he feels truly lucky.
When he's washed all the sweat and grime from his body and soaked up so much bath water that his hands and feet are pruny, Chanyeol comes in and announces that three huge pizzas are on the way per delivery service.
Jongin loves play days.
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Date: 2017-07-29 09:15 pm (UTC)