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A few months after Taehyung turned sixteen, his parents decided to take a trip abroad. He couldn't go with them as school kept him behind but the thought of leaving their son alone for months unsettled them.
Fortunately, Taehyung's uncle agreed to take him in until they returned.
Which is how Taehyung finds himself standing beside a parked car, waiting for a man he barely knows.
His uncle, Jeon Jungkook, was his mother's younger brother. At thirty-six, he was perpetually busy and almost always absent from family gatherings.
He thinks they've only met once or twice when he was little. Beyond that, he has no idea what to expect.
The car window rolled down smoothly. “Taehyung?"
Jungkook's voice was gentle; surprisingly so, a stark contrast to his appearance. From where Taehyung stood, he couldn't help but notice the way Jungkook's forearms flexed against the steering wheel, the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt revealing one arm wrapped in an intricate sleeve of tattoos. His dark hair was slicked back, and a few silver piercings caught the afternoon light, sharpening already striking features.
Despite the resemblance, he looked a little different from the photos Taehyung's mother had shown him. Then again, those pictures were years old, so he wasn't all that surprised.
"Ah... Uncle Jeon?" Taehyung greeted, dipping into a small bow to meet the older man's gaze.
"You can just call me Jungkook," he said simply as he unlocked the trunk. "Go ahead and put your luggage back there, then hop into the passenger seat."
Taehyung pursed his lips. The idea of calling someone twenty years older than him by name, especially a relative, felt almost disrespectful. But refusing after being told otherwise didn't seem much better.
With little choice, he did as he was told.
The moment he settled into the passenger seat, Jungkook pulled the car onto the road.
"'Noona let you travel here by yourself?'" Jungkook asked, his eyes never leaving the road.
Taehyung glanced at him. Despite the age gap between Jungkook and his mother, the resemblance was uncanny. If she hadn't been much older, he’s sure most people would've mistaken them for twins.
"I insisted." Taehyung turned his attention back to the passing scenery outside. "I mean... I'm not a kid anymore. I was against this whole arrangement in the first place. I can take care of myself just fine."
A quiet chuckle escaped Jungkook. "Typical teenager."
Taehyung wasn't quite sure how to take that, so he let the comment pass. He was still trying to figure out how he was supposed to act around the older man.
Upon arriving at Jungkook's place, Taehyung finds himself staring at the sheer scale of the apartment. It is spacious enough for a family of four, yet Jungkook lives here entirely alone. The interior feels neat, dark, and carries an undertone of profound loneliness.
Taehyung remains lost in thought, unaware that Jungkook is scanning him with an intense, hungry gaze. Jungkook's eyes linger shamelessly on the curve of Taehyung's hips and the swell of his ass. Licking his lips, Jungkook begins to loosen his tie. "You can take the guest room right across from mine. I'll cook us dinner."
"You cook?" Taehyung finally meets his eyes. His gaze drops instinctively to the exposed skin peeking from Jungkook's now unbuttoned shirt, which clings tight against his physique.
Jungkook just hums and leaves him alone as he stride toward what Taehyung assumes is the kitchen.
After unpacking and making himself at home, Taehyung makes his way toward the same area Jungkook disappeared into. When he reaches the dining area, he finds Jungkook arranging the dishes he prepared across the table. "Can I help?" he asks, stepping into the warm light of the kitchen.
"I'm almost done. Just take a seat." Jungkook glances up at him, and Taehyung finally notices something unsettling. Jungkook's gaze doesn't just meet his eyes; it drags over his body with a heavy, deliberate slowness. It feels invasive, as if Jungkook is stripping him naked right there in the middle of the room, but Taehyung forces the thought aside. There's no way, he tells himself.
They eat in silence. The pasta Jungkook prepared is excellent, but as Taehyung sips his drink, something feels off. It has a strange, syrupy consistency and leaves a sharp, tangy aftertaste on his tongue. He hesitates for a moment, but decides against saying anything.
Jungkook has already offered him a place to stay and free food, and Taehyung genuinely appreciates how the other man is letting him adjust at his own pace without pestering him with questions. Even though they are family, Taehyung feels that the least he can do is be a good guest and not cause any unnecessary fuss.
After eating, Taehyung insists on helping Jungkook with the dishes. But as they work, a sudden, overwhelming drowsiness crashes over him. His limbs feel like lead, and his vision blurs at the edges. With heavy, half lidded eyes, he glances at Jungkook. "Sorry... but can I go to my room now? I want to rest." Each word feels like it costs him an enormous amount of effort to push past his lips.
"Hmm. You must be tired from traveling all this way. You should get some rest." Jungkook responds casually — almost too casually. But Taehyung is too far gone, his brain unusually fogged to notice anything wrong with the tone.
The math doesn't add up in his fading mind. The train ride was only thirty minutes, and Jungkook's drive lasted less than an hour. He shouldn't be this exhausted, but he lacks the mental energy to question it. His body demands sleep, and he follows that urge, stumbling toward the guest room to collapse into bed.
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Jungkook first saw Taehyung when the boy was only seven years old. Back then, he hadn't given him a second thought. Jungkook had always maintained a cold distance from his family, attending their gatherings only when their relentless pestering became too irritating to ignore and even then, he only showed up to shut them up. Like any other relative, Taehyung was nothing more than a face in a crowd, someone who barely registered in his mind.
The second time he truly noticed him, however, was when Taehyung turned fourteen. The boy was growing up, his body beginning to shed its childhood softness for something far more interesting. Though still underdeveloped, Taehyung's frame was beginning to settle into something far more enticing, his waist narrowing noticeably, while the soft, supple curves of his hips began to taper outward with an unexpected grace.
Jungkook found himself stealing second glances, his eyes locked onto the way Taehyung's tight jeans clung lewdly to the swell of his hips and the firm shape of his ass. A dark, violent impulse flared in his gut; he had wanted to slam the boy down onto whatever table was nearby and fuck him senseless right then and there. But he restrained himself. The instinct to maintain his detached persona with his family was stronger, so he forced those filthy impulses back into the shadows.
Still, he couldn't completely erase the image. Later that night, alone in his room, Jungkook found himself stroking himself while his mind replayed the image of Taehyung's mouth. His fantasies were vivid and obscene as he imagined those pretty lips stretching wide to accommodate his cock, the boy's throat working desperately as he took him deep. He pictured Taehyung's mouth wrapped tight around him, helplessly drinking in his hot, potent cum. But once the release came, he pushed the lingering arousal aside, forcing himself to forget the teenager and return to his usual state of indifference.
He hadn't allowed himself to entertain those thoughts again until a few weeks ago, when his sister approached him with a request that felt strangely deliberate. She asked him for a favor: to look after her son. Jungkook suspected she could have asked anyone else in their family, but he sensed this was her clumsy attempt to bridge the distance he so adamantly maintained from his family.
Under any other circumstances, he would have declined without hesitation. But this time, something in him shifted; he saw it not as a burden, but as a perfect opportunity. If only she knew the depraved thoughts that had festered in his mind since he last laid eyes on her son.
So Jungkook didn't bother to waste a single moment. Once he was certain the boy was settling in, he moved with cold, practiced efficiency, spiking Taehyung's drink with enough drugs to ensure he wouldn't fight back. He waited patiently, listening to the silence of the apartment while he waited for the chemicals to take hold and drag Taehyung into a helpless stupor.
Humming a soft, casual tune as if he hadn't just committed a violation, Jungkook retreated to his own bathroom. He took a warm bath, letting the steam loosen his muscles while his mind raced with increasingly obscene images. When he finally stepped out, he left his clothes behind, walking toward the guest room with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, his cock already stirring with a hard, demanding ache.
He flipped the light switch, flooding the room with brightness. He wanted no shadows to hide the prize; he wanted to see every inch of Taehyung's soft, vulnerable body as he prepared to fuck him senseless in the dead of night.
His hungry gaze immediately locked onto the sleeping teenager. Taehyung lay there, his chest rising and falling in a slow, unconscious rhythm, his lips parted slightly in sleep. He looked pathetic, soft, and utterly unaware of the monster standing over him, ready to tear through his innocence and claim him in the most depraved way possible.
Jungkook's hand slid down the teenager's thigh, his fingers caressing the skin to revel in how impossibly smooth and silky it felt beneath his palm. The sensation was intoxicating, igniting a fire in his gut. With a slow, deliberate motion, he spread Taehyung's legs wide, kneeling himself between them like a worshiper at an altar of sin. His pulse hammered against his ribs as his palm pressed against the boy's crotch, expecting to feel the familiar twitch of a bulge beneath his grip. Instead, his eyebrows furrowed when his hand met only a soft, yielding mound.
His lips parted in surprise, but curiosity quickly twisted into something far more lewd. Slowly, almost reverently, he peeled away the shorts Taehyung was wearing, propping the boy's legs up higher to expose him completely.
His breath hitched audibly when he finally saw what lay between those pale thighs. Glistening, pink folds stared back at him, wet and inviting in the harsh light a tight, delicate slit that looked far too innocent to be so fucking delicious. The sight of those slick, swollen lips made his cock twitch violently against his thigh, throbbing with an immediate, painful need to fuck that hole until it screamed. This was better than any fantasy; the reality was more obscene than anything his mind could have conjured.
A new, twisted curiosity took hold of him, and he wasted no time in hiking up Taehyung's shirt to expose his torso. Just as he had suspected, the boy's chest wasn't flat; there was a small, soft pair of breasts swelling there, a delicate curve that had been hidden from view by his clothing. They were small and subtle, but the swell was unmistakably there.
As the cool air of the room hit his bare flesh, his perky nipples immediately reacted, twitching and hardening into tight, pink buds. The sight of those sensitive points standing erect made Jungkook's mouth water.
He licked his lips greedily, his mind already racing with the filthy image of sucking those hardening nips between his teeth while he worked his way down to ravish the cunt between his thighs.
"Fucking hell," Jungkook cursed under his breath, his voice thick with arousal as he yanked the towel from his hips and tossed it carelessly aside. His cock was swollen to the point of pain, throbbing with a desperate need to be buried inside something.
A groan escaped him as he pressed his cock against Taehyung's cunt, rubbing the slick length of himself along those swollen folds. He let out a low, needy hum when he felt the delicate lips of the cunt instinctively clench around his girth, the sensitive tissue hugging him like an invitation.
As the head of his cock repeatedly nudged and ground against Taehyung's clit, the teenager's body responded involuntarily, producing more slick that mixed with Jungkook's leaking precum, making his cock slide against the wet slit with obscene ease.
Taehyung's lips remained parted, soft, helpless moans escaping him as his body betrayed him in his deep slumber. Despite being completely unconscious, his nerves reacted to the friction, his hips making tiny, unconscious twitches. A pitiful, broken whine left his throat when Jungkook's cock deliberately rolled over his swollen clit again and again, tormenting the sensitive bud.
Driven by a more sadistic hunger, Jungkook leaned down, capturing one of Taehyung's perky nipples between his lips. He didn't treat it with tenderness; instead, he bit down hard, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh until Taehyung whimpered in pain. Only when the boy's reaction became too pronounced did Jungkook soothe the sting, licking the nipple sensually as if to coax more pleasure from the violation.
Another broken sob escaped Taehyung's lips as his head tossed to the side, his eyes remaining closed. He remained blissfully, tragically unaware of the monster hovering over him, his body being handled like nothing more than a filthy fuck doll about to be utterly wrecked.
"You little slut," Jungkook growled, his voice a dark, gravelly rasp in the quiet room. "I can't believe you've been hiding this pathetic, lewd body under those clothes this whole time." His hands moved to Taehyung's small breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh roughly. He twisted the perky nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them painfully hard while his cock continued to grind against the teenager's now soaking wet cunt. "All this time I thought you were just some innocent kid, but you're fucking dripping for me already, aren't you?"
He leaned down, gathering a thick glob of saliva in his mouth before spitting directly onto both of Taehyung's nipples. He watched with hungry satisfaction as the spit glistened over the pink buds before he went back to tormenting them with his fingers. "Look at you. So fucking obscene. Just laying here, cunt wide open and tits hard, begging to be fucked by your own fucking uncle." He let out a deranged chuckle as he felt the wetness of the cunt coat his cock more thoroughly.
"We're going to have so much fun, Taehyung," Jungkook purred, his voice dripping with predatory promise. He reached down, his rough fingers hooking under Taehyung's chin to force his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. Leaning forward, he crashed his mouth against the boy's lips in a hard, bruising kiss.
“We should probably start by getting to know each other's bodies a little closer, shouldn't we?" he muttered against those swollen lips, his breath hot and demanding.
Taehyung could only respond with broken whimpers. His lips remained parted, involuntary moans spilling out as his body continued to react to the torment despite his drug induced stupor. His eyebrows furrowed in a pitiful display of confusion, his unconscious mind unable to process why his body felt like it was being consumed by fire and pleasure simultaneously. He looked small, fragile, and utterly helpless beneath the weight of Jungkook's obsession.
Jungkook pulled away with a hungry growl, his hands sliding down to grip Taehyung's thighs with bruising force. He shoved the boy's legs back toward his own chest, splaying him open completely until the swollen, glistening slit of his cunt was presented like an offering.
Jungkook didn't hesitate; he leaned down between those pale thighs, his tongue darting out to deliver a long, wet stroke directly across Taehyung's clit.
A strangled cry escaped Taehyung as Jungkook descended fully, burying his face between those thighs to devour him. He began to eat the boy out with a ravenous intensity, his tongue lapping hungrily at the soaking wet folds.
He shoved two fingers deep into the tight, slick opening while his tongue worked relentlessly against the swollen bud of the clit, sucking on it like a desperate animal. Jungkook made obscene noises as he tasted the salty sweetness of Taehyung's arousal, his tongue swirling deep inside the cunt to explore every inch of the sensitive interior. "Fuck, you taste so fucking good," he growled against the wet flesh, his tongue flicking faster, driving the unconscious teenager closer to a breaking point he wouldn't even remember.
When Taehyung's entire body suddenly seized, his back arching off the mattress in a helpless, drug addled spasm, Jungkook didn't pull away. Instead, he pressed closer, determined to savor every second of the violation. As the boy's pussy convulsed beneath his mouth, milking itself in a desperate, unconscious climax, Jungkook lapped hungrily at the slick folds. He didn't waste a single drop of the precious cunt juice spilling from the teenager's spent slit, his tongue working feverishly to catch every rivulet of arousal that leaked from the twitching cunt.
With a satisfied, guttural sigh, Jungkook finally pulled away from the bed, leaving a trail of saliva glistening on Taehyung's inner thighs. He stood up, his cock standing rigid and angry at the sight of the boy's vulnerability. He walked toward the bedside table to reach into the drawer. He retrieved the camera he had carefully prepared this morning specifically to document every filthy detail of his plan.
His cock throbbed violently with anticipation as he returned to the bed, positioning himself between Taehyung's splayed legs once more. He angled the camera with practiced precision, framing the shot to capture the full horror and beauty of the scene: the way Taehyung's pale, delicate body continued to shiver from the aftershocks of his climax, his chest still heaving in shallow gasps. He ensured the lens focused on the aftermath the way the boy's swollen, spent cunt remained parted and dripping, and how his cock now rubbed obscenely against the soaking wet flesh, ready to claim the ruined prize.
"Such a beautiful slut, you are," Jungkook murmured, his voice dripping with a sick, reverent hunger. Without another moment of hesitation, he sank his entire cock into the tight, slick cunt in one violent, aggressive motion. The sudden, deep penetration was devastating; it forced a loud, broken moan from Taehyung's lips as his back arched off the bed in a painful spasm, his body struggling to process the overwhelming collision of searing pain and unwanted pleasure.
Taehyung's eyes fluttered open, though his vision was blurred and his mind felt like it was drowning in cotton. He let out a weak, terrified whimper as consciousness slowly clawed its way back through the haze of the drugs. His brain struggled to make sense of the reality before him the harsh light, the unfamiliar pain between his thighs, and the terrifying weight of the man looming over him.
"Say hi to the camera, Taehyung," Jungkook commanded coldly, his voice devoid of any real concern for the boy's terror. Instead of comforting him, he casually adjusted the camera angle, angling the lens directly toward Taehyung's tear streaked face. "Say hi to your new audience."
Jungkook began to fuck him with a steady, relentless rhythm, his hips driving forward with casual cruelty. He didn't even look at Taehyung directly; instead, he watched through the camera's small screen, mesmerized by the digital image of his prize. He watched with dark satisfaction as Taehyung's body was tossed up and down against the mattress with every powerful thrust, the teenager's small breasts bouncing lightly with each impact. He captured every detail: the way Taehyung's eyes rolled back in confusion, the way his lips trembled in fear, and the way his helpless body was being systematically broken by his uncle's cock.
"What... please..." Taehyung managed to choke out between broken, hysterical sobs. His throat felt raw, his voice cracking as the reality of his violation crashed down on him. "Stop... stop it!" In a desperate, instinctive surge of panic, he tried to force his limbs to move, his weak hands coming up to press against Jungkook's broad chest to push him away. But it was utterly futile. His muscles felt like lead, his coordination shattered by the drugs coursing through his veins. Every movement was sluggish, pathetic, and ineffective against the solid, immovable wall of Jungkook's body.
Jungkook didn't bother to stop; in fact, he let him try. He watched with a sick, twisted smile, his eyes fixed on the camera screen as he documented Taehyung's futile struggle. He found it amusing the way those small fingers clawed weakly at his skin, the way Taehyung's body bucked in a desperate attempt to escape without actually gaining any ground.
He continued to fuck him relentlessly, ignoring the pleas, filming the way his cock disappeared repeatedly into the warm, soaking hole of Taehyung's cunt, which continued to milk him desperately despite the boy's conscious protests.
"How does it feel, Taehyung?" Jungkook asked, his voice a dark, amused purr that cut through the sound of Taehyung's weeping. He drove himself forward with increasing force, each thrust punctuating his question.
“How does it feel to have your fucking uncle's cock buried so deep inside you?" With each word, he slammed his hips harder against Taehyung's pelvis, making the teenager's hips bounce off the bed with wet, obscene sounds. "Does it feel good? Being claimed like this? Being used like the little slut you fucking are?"
"Please, Uncle... stop... please..." Taehyung's voice was nothing more than a broken whimper, a pathetic plea that shattered against the walls of the room. His fingers clawed desperately at the bedsheets, twisting the fabric in his hands as he searched for any kind of anchor in the nightmare. His head thrashed against the pillow, his hair matted with sweat and tears as he tried to escape the sensations ravaging his body.
In a desperate, instinctive attempt to halt the violation, his cunt involuntarily spasmed, squeezing around Jungkook's cock with punishing intensity. But instead of stopping him, the tight clenching only served to ignite a fresh wave of arousal in the predator above him.
"Fuck, that feels so good," Jungkook groaned, his voice thick with obscene pleasure. The sensation of Taehyung's cunt milking him so fiercely even as the boy begged for mercy was more intoxicating than any drug. He felt the heat of the boy's internal walls grinding against his sensitive cock, and it drove him to a state of near madness.
Ignoring the wet sobs and the way Taehyung's eyes welled with fresh tears of pure terror, Jungkook abandoned any pretense of restraint. He began to fuck Taehyung with a brutal, unrelenting ferocity. His hips slammed against the teenager's ass with bone jarring force, each thrust sending a wet, slapping sound echoing through the bedroom.
He drove himself deeper with every stroke, determined to bottom out against Taehyung's cervix, caring nothing for the pain he was inflicting.
The camera captured it all. The way Taehyung's small frame shuddered under the onslaught, the way his mouth remained open in a silent scream of agony, and the way Jungkook's cock disappeared completely into that sobbing, milking cunt over and over again.
"What did I tell you, Taehyung?" Jungkook growled, the words punctuated by each punishing thrust that drove his cock to its full length inside the boy. "I told you to fucking call me by my name." His grip on Taehyung's thigh tightened painfully as he hauled the leg higher, pushing it forward to expose the boy completely and allowing himself to drive even deeper into that tight, abused cunt. "Come on, you little slutty whore. Moan my fucking name like you mean it."
"Jungkook... please stop, ah !" Taehyung's desperate plea was violently severed. His voice broke mid sentence as Jungkook's hand abandoned the boy's leg to seize his clit with cruel precision. With a thumb that felt like hot iron, Jungkook began to grind and flick against the swollen, hypersensitive bud.
The betrayal of his own body was instantaneous and devastating. The sob that had been building in Taehyung's throat was forcibly twisted into a high pitched, keening moan that he couldn't suppress. His hips bucked upward involuntarily, seeking the very friction that was destroying him. Tears continued to stream down his flushed face, but they were now accompanied by wet, obscene sounds that betrayed his arousal.
"That's it," Jungkook purred darkly, watching through the camera lens as Taehyung's expression fractured between terror and unwanted ecstasy. "Let it out. Show the camera how much you love being fucked like this." He increased the pace of his fingers, rolling the clit between his rough skin while his cock continued its relentless assault inside. "Fuck, you're so fucking responsive. Even while you're crying, your cunt is fucking screaming for more of me."
"No! Please-" Taehyung's protest died in his throat as a fresh wave of overwhelming sensation crashed over him. His entire body seized in an uncontrollable tremble, his back arching violently off the mattress as his climax tore through him for the second time that night.
It was a cruel, forced ecstasy; he let out a sound that was simultaneously a high pitched moan and a broken, gut wrenching sob, his body convulsing around Jungkook's cock while his mind screamed in horror.
Jungkook didn't slow down; he leaned into the violence of it, driving his cock through the waves of Taehyung's orgasm, savoring the way the boy's cunt clamped down on him in desperate, involuntary spasms.
As the aftershocks of the climax merged with the lingering fog of the drugs, something inside Taehyung finally snapped. The war between his terrified mind and his betraying body became too much to bear. The light in his eyes began to fracture and dim, his pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the irises entirely.
The panic that had been driving his movements began to drain away, replaced by a terrifying, empty numbness. His gaze became unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling as his consciousness retreated into some dark, unreachable corner of his mind to escape the trauma.
The resistance died and the weak attempts to push Jungkook away ceased entirely. As his mind drifted away into a haze, his body began to surrender to the assault, his hips starting to roll in weak, mindless synchronicity with Jungkook's thrusts.
Taehyung is no longer fighting the violation. His moans become hollow and repetitive as he sank into a state of pure, reactive instinct.
"That's more like it," Jungkook purred, his voice dripping with triumph as he noticed the change. He slowed his pace deliberately, savoring the delicious sensation of fucking a boy who was no longer truly there.
“That's my good little doll." He watched through the camera as Taehyung's expression settled into a vacant, beautiful emptiness. "Open your mouth for me."
A dark chuckle rumbled in Jungkook's chest when Taehyung obeyed immediately. Without a shred of hesitation or thought, the boy's lips parted obediently, his jaw dropping open as if waiting for instruction.
Leaning down, Jungkook gathered a thick glob of saliva and spat directly into Taehyung's waiting, empty mouth, watching with perverse satisfaction as the boy swallowed without protest.
Jungkook's pace accelerated violently, his hips slamming against Taehyung's ass with the force of a hammer. He was chasing his own release now, his breathing becoming ragged and desperate as he neared his breaking point. "You have no fucking idea how badly I've been waiting to do this," he growled between clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust. "Ever since your mother gave me that call... I knew I had to have you like this."
Frustrated by the barrier of the camera, Jungkook finally tossed the device aside, letting it clatter onto the mattress. He needed to feel every inch of his nephew.
He grabbed both of Taehyung's legs, hauling them up and over his broad shoulders. His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of Taehyung's thighs, leaving angry red marks as he pinned the boy's legs open. This position allowed him to bottom out completely, driving his cock as deep as it could possibly go into the abused, soaking cunt.
Taehyung remained completely gone, his mind shattered beyond repair. He couldn't think and he couldn't feel fear anymore. He could only feel the friction. His moans had grown louder and more constant, his voice now completely drenched in raw, mindless arousal.
His body had become a slave to the sensation; his cunt gripped Jungkook's cock with every thrust, milking him in a desperately and involuntarily. His entire existence had been reduced to the feeling of that thick cock inside him.
"I'm going to fucking ruin you, Taehyung..." Jungkook promised darkly.
Leaning down, he pressed his mouth against the pale skin of Taehyung's inner thigh. He began to suck on the flesh with bruising force, leaving dark, purple marks that would serve as permanent reminders of this night. "I'm not going to stop until you're the one begging for it. Until you're screaming for my cock to come back inside you."
As the pressure became unbearable, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's leg and shoved it forward one last time, driving his cock to its absolute limit. "Fuck!" he roared as his climax finally tore through him. He didn't stay buried inside; instead, he yanked himself out with a wet, sucking sound. He kneels over the boy, his cock twitching as he began to cum violently. Thick, hot ropes of cum spurted out, splattering across Taehyung's pale stomach in messy streaks. Some of it flung upward, clinging to his sensitive pink nipple, while more landed across his face, coating his chin and dripping onto his parted, slack lips.
Taehyung didn't flinch when the hot cum splattered across his skin. He lay there completely still, his body still twitching faintly from the residual aftershocks of his own climax. His eyes remained unfocused and glassy, staring at nothing as the white fluid coated his features like a grotesque mask. He didn't try to wipe it away or swallow it; he simply existed in that empty state, his breathing shallow and uneven.
Jungkook hummed deeply, watching the mess he'd made. "Come on, swallow it," he muttered, swiping a finger across Taehyung's lips before shoving it into the boy's mouth. "It's your reward for being such a good slut."
Jungkook's pupils dilated as he watched Taehyung obey without hesitation. The boy began to suck on the finger with pathetic desperation, humming like a whore as his tongue worked to lap every drop clean.
As Taehyung licked Jungkook's fingers clean, his tired, hazed eyes finally drifted upward to meet Jungkook's. The stare was empty and vacant, the gaze of someone who had been completely hollowed out.
"Good. We'll talk tomorrow," Jungkook said flatly. He stood up without a second thought for the ruined boy beneath him, making no attempt to clean Taehyung up. He simply grabbed his camera from the mattress, picked up the towel he'd tossed aside, and walked toward the door. With a casual flick of the switch, he turned off the light and left the room to head to his own.
Taehyung was left alone in the dark, abandoned and exposed. His mind remained completely shattered, trapped in the haze of being mind fucked and cock drunk. As the exhaustion finally took over, a numb, empty sleep began to swallow him again, leaving his broken body to wait in the silence for whatever came next.
—
When Taehyung finally drifted back to consciousness, his body felt unbearably sticky and heavy, as if his limbs were made of lead. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind his eyes, and his throat burned with every swallow, raw from the screaming and sobbing of the night before.
With what little strength he could muster, he forced himself to sit upright, only to freeze when he realized he was wearing nothing but a shirt; his lower body was completely bare, exposed to the cool morning air. His heart hammered against his ribs in panic, but before he could even process the shame, a sound pierced through the silence: a low moan and the wet slap of skin against skin.
His blood ran cold when his eyes landed on Jungkook. His uncle was sitting casually in a chair beside the bed, focused on the screen of his camera. As the muffled sounds from the device filled the room, the muddled fragments of last night came crashing back in Taehyung’s mind. The violation and the feeling of being used like an object. The memories hit him like a physical blow, leaving him gasping for air.
Jungkook finally looked up, a calm smile gracing his features. "Good morning, Taehyung." He stood up smoothly and leaned over the bed to press a quick kiss to Taehyung's lips. When Taehyung recoiled in disgust, Jungkook's expression darkened instantly. He reached out, fist tightening painfully around a handful of Taehyung's hair, and yanked his head back to crash their lips together with brutal force.
Taehyung fought back, using every ounce of his remaining strength to shove at Jungkook's chest, but the older man didn't even flinch.
Jungkook merely chucked, releasing his grip with a mocking pat. "We'll have to work on that." He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning closer to force Taehyung to look at the camera screen. "Look."
Taehyung's breath hitched as he saw himself. On the screen, he was being brutally fucked, his body bucking helplessly while his mouth hung agape in mindless moans. He felt the hot sting of tears welling in his eyes, but he found himself unable to look away from the evidence of his own humiliation. "Jungkook-" he whispered, his voice cracking.
"You have two choices," Jungkook interrupted, his tone conversational as if they were discussing something trivial.
“You can leave, go tell everybody or whatever you want to do, but do expect this to be everywhere on the internet the moment you step outside of my apartment." He set the camera down on the mattress, his eyes locking onto Taehyung's with terrifying certainty. "Or... you can stay. But if you stay, you'll have to do exactly as I say."
Taehyung's blood ran cold as the implications sank in. "No," he cried out, the word cracking with desperation. "Please, Jungkook, don't do that. I'm begging you, I won't tell anyone "
"So you'll stay?" Jungkook asked, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across his face.
Taehyung bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as tears streamed down his cheeks. His mind kept replaying the horrors of the night before, each memory making him feel more contaminated.
He could still feel the dull, throbbing ache between his legs and the tacky sensation of dried cum clinging to his skin and face. He felt filthy, as if the violation had seeped into his very bones. He desperately didn't want this to happen again, but the threat in Jungkook's voice, no matter how soft or casual it sounded, was unmistakable. The thought of that footage leaking made his stomach churn with nausea.
It wasn't just about the defilement of his body; it was also about the exposure of his deepest secret. If that video went online, everyone would see more than just his humiliation they would see the truth about his body that he had spent his entire life hiding. He couldn't bear to imagine the judgment or the horror on the faces of his friends. The social death would be worse than the physical one.
The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Taehyung stared at Jungkook, his throat tight and his chest aching with terror. He was caught between two hells, paralyzed by the impossible choice, and he couldn't bring himself to speak the words that would seal his fate.
"Fine. Do what you want and I'll do what I want," Jungkook said smoothly. He reached down and turned off the camera, the screen going black as he stood up with an air of casual dismissal.
Taehyung panicked. The thought of that video existing as a weapon he hadn't yet surrendered to was unbearable. "I I'll stay," he blurted out before he could stop himself. More tears spilled down his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the shame of having just given up his autonomy.
"That's what I thought." Jungkook's smile was bright and terrifyingly genuine. He reached out and ruffled Taehyung's hair affectionately, mimicking the warm gesture of an uncle comforting a nephew. It was a grotesque parody of familial love, performed by the same man who had thoroughly fucked him senseless until his mind had shattered.
Jungkook stepped back, regaining his composure as he prepared to leave the room. "Go clean up. You still have school in a few hours." He began to walk toward the door, but paused midway, turning his head to glance back at the broken boy on the bed.
"Ah, I also bought you some pills." He motioned lazily toward the bedside table. "Take them properly. Unless you want to get pregnant." A dark, amused glint entered his eyes as he tilted his head. "Can you even get pregnant? I wasn't really sure, but I bought them anyway."
When Taehyung remained frozen in silence, unable to even process the threat, Jungkook continued conversationally, as if discussing the weather. "It's not like I care, but I'm trying to be considerate here, you know?" He gave a casual shrug that made his words feel even more sinister.
“Because next time, I won't stop myself from filling you to the brim until you're fully stuffed with my cum." With that final, graphic promise hanging in the air, he turned and finally left the room.
Taehyung collapsed inward, the silence of the room feeling heavier than before. He wept silently, his shoulders shaking with the force of his despair. He dreaded every moment of his future, knowing he was now trapped in a cycle of violation where his own safety was a bargaining chip. The reality of his situation that he was now owned felt like a physical weight crushing his lungs.
Yet, beneath the terror and the grief, something far more humiliating was happening. His body was betraying him. At the mere graphic image of Jungkook's words, his cunt began to throb with an involuntary, traitorous heat. Despite his mind screaming in horror at the thought of being stuffed full of seed again, his clit pulsed and his slick folds twitched with arousal. He hated himself for it, feeling sickened by the way his body responded to the very man who was now destroying his life.