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Min Yoongi never complained. Not when his mother married Kim Taehyung, not when he was introduced to Taehyung’s son Namjoon, not even the night he saw Namjoon naked in his room: thick, veiny cock hanging heavy between strong thighs, head red and glistening with precum. The only thing that drew a treacherous moan from him was the violent spasm of his hole at the sight, clenching like it already knew exactly what it craved.
Namjoon caught him staring. Instead of covering up, he gripped his shaft and started stroking slowly, eyes locked on Yoongi. The wet, slick sound of skin on skin filled the hallway. Thick strings of precum dripped in long, glistening threads.
Yoongi couldn’t hold back. He yanked his pants down. His small cock sprang free, rock-hard and leaking. He spat a thick glob onto two fingers and shoved them into his ass without prep. The hole opened eagerly, swallowing them to the knuckles with a filthy squelch. He moaned low, rubbing his prostate while Namjoon jerked faster on the other side of the half-open door.
They masturbated knowing the other was watching. The voyeurism made them both leak harder, dirtier.
Yoongi didn’t hear the front door. He didn’t feel Taehyung until the stepfather was pressed against his back. Taehyung unzipped with a metallic rasp and pulled out a massive cock—thicker than Namjoon’s, throbbing hot against Yoongi’s shaved ass. He grabbed Yoongi’s throat and kissed him violently: tongue invading, biting lips until they bled a little. Yoongi moaned into his mouth, opened wider, and sucked Taehyung’s tongue like it was dick.
Taehyung kicked Namjoon’s door open. While devouring Yoongi’s mouth, he watched his son’s gaze drop to those milky, shaved legs and the pink hole greedily swallowing fingers. Namjoon’s cock throbbed harder instantly.
“What a shameless little spy, Yoongi,” Taehyung growled, pulling away with a thick string of spit connecting their lips. “Apologize to Namjoon properly.”
He shoved Yoongi to the floor. Yoongi hit his knees with a moan of pain and pleasure. Taehyung fisted his hair and forced his face up toward Namjoon, whose leaking cock was already inches from Yoongi’s swollen lips.
“Apologize, slut.”
“No…” Yoongi whispered, but a second later his tongue flicked out and lapped the salty precum from the tip, swallowing it like nectar.
A brutal slap across the ass made him scream. Taehyung kept spanking without mercy: slap after slap until the cheeks were purple, burning, perfectly handprinted.
“We need to re-educate you, whore. You don’t know how to behave,” Taehyung said. “Namjoon, come here. Fuck him like I fucked you every summer night.”
He sat in the chair, stroking his dripping cock slowly while watching.
Namjoon obeyed. He kissed his father deep, tongues tangling, spit shared. Then he tied Yoongi’s wrists with rough rope that bit into the skin.
“P-please…” Yoongi started.
Slap to the right cheek. Slap to the left. Lips swelled instantly.
“Shut up. You’re nothing but a cheap, filthy whore,” Namjoon spat, twisting Yoongi’s nipples until they bruised purple.
Yoongi’s cock leaked harder at the words. Taehyung’s deep, gravelly laugh made him shake his ass like a bitch in heat.
Three fingers slammed in. Four. Then the whole fist. Yoongi screamed, hole stretched to the absolute limit, inner walls quivering around Namjoon’s arm. Tears streamed down his face, but his dick was harder than ever, pooling precum on the floor.
“What a disgusting slut you are,” Namjoon said.
“Fuck me… please… ruin me…” Yoongi begged, voice broken.
“Prep him properly, Namjoon,” Taehyung ordered, cock drooling in his fist. “Because you’re going to taste Daddy’s meat.”
Namjoon pulled his fist out with a wet pop. He hoisted Yoongi by the legs, pressing him chest-to-chest. Taehyung stepped in front. Together they pushed: Namjoon first, then Taehyung. The hole stretched impossibly, burning pain and sick pleasure exploding. Two thick cocks inside, rubbing against each other, walls stretched to breaking point. Yoongi screamed, cried, but his cock jumped with every thrust.
Two minutes later they started moving. Brutal rhythm, alternating, slamming deep. Namjoon moaned and stuck out his tongue; Taehyung spat into his mouth and kissed him hard while they double-fucked Yoongi like animals.
“Daddies… harder… I want to come with your cocks inside me…” Yoongi begged, tongue lolling, eyes rolling back, drool dripping down his chin.
“Whore, that’s exactly what you are,” Taehyung growled. “From now on your hole stays open and lubed when I get home from work and when Namjoon comes back from the gym. Understood, slut?”
He shoved two fingers into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi sucked them like cock, moaning around them.
Namjoon pictured coming home to find his father wrecking Yoongi’s ass. He lost it. Thrust like a madman, balls slapping wetly against Yoongi’s.
Taehyung wasn’t far behind. They came almost together, hot thick ropes flooding the hole until it overflowed, white cum dripping down pale thighs.
“Tomorrow you eat our cum from breakfast to dinner,” Taehyung said, pulling fingers from Yoongi’s mouth.
“Yes, Daddy…” Yoongi panted.
“Good boy.”
Namjoon came inside with a roar. Taehyung slapped Yoongi’s cheeks several times.
“Good son,” he said with a sadistic smile. “Forget school. I already found you a new job: full-time Kim family whore.”
He zipped up.
“I’m going to sleep. Namjoon, eat that ass clean. I want it spotless when I get back.”
He kissed his son deep and left.
Namjoon lifted Yoongi’s hips and buried his face between the cheeks. Tongue plunged deep, slurping the thick cum cascading from the loose, red hole. Wet, obscene sucking sounds. Yoongi moaned into the floor, ass trembling.
Taehyung went to Yoongi’s room. Rifled drawers until he found a massive black dildo, veined and horse-sized.
“That’s why the fist went in so easy,” he muttered, jerking furiously.
He came all over Yoongi’s bed: thick white ropes soaking the sheets. Didn’t clean it. He knew Yoongi would lick it dry.
He lay back, cock still hard, listening to Yoongi’s desperate moans as Namjoon ate him out and started fucking again.
He closed his eyes and pictured the two of them on their knees, sucking him together, staring up hungry. He came again, splattering the floor.
In the hallway, Namjoon pressed tighter against Yoongi, kissing his neck, twisting a nipple.
“Since when have you thought about me like this?” Namjoon asked.
“Since the day I saw you,” Yoongi gasped. “But I didn’t want to ruin my mom’s marriage to your dad.”
Namjoon laughed.
“You just fucked both of us. I think your mom stopped being a priority a long time ago.”
Yoongi laughed through moans. He’d always wanted to feel like this: stuffed to bursting, used without mercy, wanted as a whore. With his mother on constant work trips, he could live with the Kims’ cocks inside him every single day.