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It’s been five hours on the road and Jungkook can’t take it anymore.
During his last pit stop at the gas station, he thought himself too high and mighty to use the grimy restroom, buying a coke and leaving, and for the first three hours it was fine. But by the fourth hour, he was really starting to push it.
He even considered pissing inside the empty coke bottle because he didn’t know what to do, couldn’t find anywhere to stop and take a proper piss.
Now, it’s been five hours, and his bladder is begging for mercy. He squirms around in his seat, trying to get comfortable, but regrets it when all it does is send a sharp twinge of pain (arousal?) down his spine.
He can feel the heavy pressure in his lower abdomen, can see the way his belly is slightly distended due to the sheer amount of liquid inside him. It’s almost funny to him that he’s somehow managed to push his body to the point where he can literally see the consequences of his actions.
At one point during the fourth hour, he just drove around with one hand on the wheel and the other stroking at the skin underneath his navel, freakishly fascinated with the odd bulge protruding from his otherwise flat stomach (minus the abs, of course). He had even pressed down on his lower belly but then he felt his cock kick against his jeans and stopped right away, scared of its implications.
But he’s over it. Finding the nearest exit, he pulls out of the highway and onto a long gravel path lined with trees on the right, and trees on the left.
Perfect.
It’s around six in the evening, meaning it’s still bright enough for him to be seen, meaning he’ll have to find a spot further down the road unless he wants to let the world watch him piss all over a tree.
For a fleeting second he feels his stomach dip at the thought of someone watching him piss all over himself like an animal, but he quickly shoves that away for a later time. The pain is already bad enough after holding it in for so long, and the last thing he wants is to have to piss while his dick is hard.
He drives for a few more minutes, and then yelps as he drives over a particularly large rock, feeling some piss leak into his boxers, bladder jostled by all the movement.
Moaning in surprise and huffing in embarrassment at the thought of pissing his pants, he finally pulls the car over, turning on his hazard lights, and all but running out, stumbling behind a few large trees.
He unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out, shoving his boxers just underneath his heavy balls with a hiss.
As soon as his cock is out, he finally lets go, groaning loudly from the relief.
“Hhn.. fuck-”
The sensation of his bladder emptying is near orgasmic. He leans forward and rests one forearm on the trunk of a tree, lest his knees give out on him at the sheer amount of pleasure.
Jungkook just stands there, head tipped back, reveling in the feeling. For some odd reason, he finds his palm flat against his lower stomach, rubbing over the skin like before, and his breath hitches when he can feel the bulge disappear as the seconds pass.
Why does he feel a little sad at the loss of that soft bulge? What the fuck.
He looks down and watches his stream taper off, leaving a trail in the dirt.
Dirty just like a dog, huh? he thinks, smiling to himself at the bizarre thought.
Pissing all over yourself like a whore.. where’s your self control Jungkook? What would the fans think if they saw you like this? Got your wet cock out in the middle of nowhere…
He slides his wrist down and shakes his cock once, emptying his urethra, and moans at the slide of his dry palm down the length of his cock.
And then his cock, the most responding and ever disobedient part of him, chubs up at all the stimulation.
Well, how long has it been since he’s touched himself?
He does remember waking up with a boner this morning, then rolling over and thrusting into his pillow, cumming all over the sheets, but that was, like, 10 hours ago.
10 hours too long.
He takes in his surroundings. He can see trees everywhere, can hear the birds and crickets chirping, and the wheels of the occasional car pass by. If he leans back and squints hard enough he can see his car, hazard lights still blinking. The sun is starting to set, and the wind is cool.
Not a bad spot to rub one out, right?
He flicks his wrist up, and then traces down that one vein, moving his hand in ways that he knows will get him hard in seconds.
Once his cock is up and throbbing, dribbling all over his fingers, he slides his palm back up, cupping the head of his cock and rolling his palm over the tip.
He shudders at the feeling, using his precum as lube, sliding his palm down and up once, then again. Now his cock is wet with the remnants of his piss, and his precum.
“Uhnng.. Jungkook you’re so dirty.. you really are just a dog.. no control and no shame.. fuck!” he groans loudly, eyes shut tight.
There’s just something about the thought of someone catching him like this, ass out, balls out, cock pink and throbbing, that makes him even harder.
What would people say if they knew that huge global pop star Jeon Jungkook jerks off behind trees in his free time? What if someone took a picture of him? Would his fans recognize him? How would they feel?
All of a sudden his hyungs come to mind. Any of his hyungs, really. Opening up twitter to see a blurry picture of their maknae with his hand around his dick, cumming all over a tree. What would his hyungs say?
They’d probably print the picture out and hang it up on his wall. Would never let him forget it. Fuck
Maybe they would corner him and make fun of him. Would they make fun of his dick? Jungkook is proud of his dick, though, so that wouldn’t work.
Would they call him names?
Oh Jungkook, our little whore… what were you doing in that forest all alone? Really had to cum that bad? Oh, you had to piss? Less control than my dog, baby.. maybe I should train you.. and maybe Jungkook wants that. Weird.
He decides that there’s no harm in entertaining the thought, though. He’s already here, jerking off in the middle of nowhere. It can’t get any worse than this.
He keeps the pace slow, wanting to drag this out, wanting to remember this for future jerk off sessions.
I really am just a whore..
He cups his balls with his other hand, squeezing them to relieve some of the pressure, whimpering when he squeezes too hard. The hand on his cock continues its slow pace up and down his length, occasionally pressing a thumb into his slit, and he hisses at the burn.
Should we get you a collar, Jungkook? A pretty golden one that glitters.. pretty just like you.. would you want that? Hyung would tie you to his chair when he’s at the studio, and you can sit in his lap like a good boy.. but you’re not a good boy, right Kook? You’re just a messy little thing..
Jungkook has no control over the moans and whimpers that slip out of his open mouth. He pants, leaning heavily against the tree until his knees completely give out and now he’s on the ground, jeans tight around his flexed thighs, body curled forward.
Our poor Jungkookie.. on the ground like the puppy he is.. you’d probably hump all over my leg, isn’t that right? You and your wet little cock.. you never learned self control, hmm puppy?
“N-no I haven’t, hyung… will you teach me?” he whispers to himself, entirely out of it.
Aww, puppy wants to be good for us? You want to be good for hyung? What a good boy! But I think we’ll have to send you to puppy school, baby.. you have a lot to learn.
Jungkook's breath hitches at imaginary hyung’s words.
“No puppy school, hyung.. Kookie is a good boy,” he cries softly, hand moving faster around his cock.
Really? But I’ve never met a puppy who gets off without their owner’s permission, baby.. you didn’t even ask but you’re already seconds away from cumming aren't you?
“Yes! Yes, yes I wanna cum! Hyung please I just–” he cuts himself off with another whine as his balls tighten up and his palm moves faster.
Good boys ask first, puppy. You need to ask me. We don’t want to put you in a cock cage, right? Where only hyung controls when puppy pees and cums… do you want that, Jungkook?
Jungkook’s hand falters against his throbbing length as he imagines himself, naked, spare for a pretty golden collar around his neck, and a pretty golden cage around his cock. He can see himself on his knees, back straight as his hyung plays with his chest, his sensitive nipples, or maybe shoves a thigh between his own, teasing the little puppy who isn’t allowed to cum.
His cock gets impossibly harder.
“No hyung, I don't want a cage! I’m good, I'm a good puppy, I don't–” his words get stuck in his throat when he realizes he’s about to cum.
Beg puppy. You can’t cum until you beg.
He whines loud, huffing as he tries to form words
“Please hyung! Please– wanna– puppy wants to cum! Please? Hyung, can I? I’m good, Kookie is good! I wanna cum..” he’s really crying now, hiccuping through every breath, tears rolling down his face as his cock leaks copious amounts of precum, making the slide faster and wetter.
He's thrusting into his palm, hips jerking wildly out of control as he struggles to breathe.
Hmm… puppy hasn’t been good, but, hyung is nice… I think maybe..
“Yes! Hyung is the best! I love hyung, I love you, please, hyung–” his breathy moans get higher in pitch as he waits for imaginary hyung to allow him. He’s been so good for hyung, can’t he see that? Why won’t hyung let him–
Cum, puppy.
Jungkook’s eyes roll back into his skull as he feels the first few ropes of cum spurt all over his body, cumming hard enough that some of it hits his chin.
He shudders and sobs, unable to think any coherent thoughts as a satisfied whine leaves his throat.
He's panting, chest heaving, eyebrows furrowed, and he never wants this feeling to end. He's never cum so hard in his life.
He strokes himself slowly as his cock continues to pulse out rope after rope of cum, dribbling down his fingers and his wrist, wetting his jeans.
His eyes are shut tight, and his breath comes out uneven as he rides out the last of his orgasm with a quiet moan.
He cradles his cock in his palm for a few more comforting seconds before letting go.
Leaning forward heavily, he takes a deep breath, grounding himself, then opens his eyes and glances down, takes in his current state.
His cock is soft, blushed red where it hangs between his thighs. His jeans are beyond the point of an easy clean, cum all over the crotch like he really did cum in his pants. His shirt is messy too, streaks of cum running down the center of his chest.
He suddenly notices the small amount of cum on his chin, and slowly brings a few fingers up to swipe away at it.
That's when he sees his right hand, the black ink of his tattoos layered with the sticky white fluid, and what he does next is completely against his own will.
Clean up, puppy.. good boys clean up after themselves. You want to be good, right Jungkook?
Jungkook whimpers and brings his fingers up to his lips, pushing them in without a second thought. His tongue rolls over the first few fingers, collecting, and then swallowing the tangy cum. He groans, not bothered at all by the taste.
Good boy. So good for me.
He messily slurps down each and every one of his long tattooed fingers, and then turns his palm over to lap against the back of his hand. Saliva is running down his wrist, but the thought of how messy he is only makes his spent cock twitch against his thigh, and he lets out a soft whine. His eyes are shut again, but his breathing has softened, the repetitive motion of sucking effectively calming him down. He doesn’t even realize he’s humming softly against his hand until there's no more cum left to swallow, and now it's just Jungkook, one-third naked, on his knees, in a forest, in the middle of nowhere.
He should feel shame, or embarrassment, or maybe even disgust at whatever just happened, but he feels none of that. All he feels is a sense of calm and bliss. Sleepy even. The sun is setting, and the sky is a beautiful orange-pink as Jungkook tucks himself back into his boxers and zips up his jeans.
He stands up slowly and stretches his arms up over his head with a sigh. Taking a deep breath, enjoying the fresh, cool air, he smiles, feeling quite pleased with himself.
His bladder is empty, his mind is calm, and there’s only an hour left of his road trip before he gets to see his hyungs again.
And he can’t wait.