Being on stage for a concert is the ultimate surge of adrenaline. When the boys of D.Zire finally finish their performance, they’re wrecked; soaked with sweat, exhausted, and high on the feeling of being in front of a crowd, adored and uplifted by thousands upon thousands of eyes. They collapse together in the sleekly-decorated greenroom backstage, laughing and boneless, flopping down onto trendy, armless couches.
Chaejin collapses sideways across Daeryong’s lap, arms slung over his shoulders, and begins making out with him sloppily. At nineteen, Chaejin is the youngest and most childlike of the five members of Korean pop sensation D.Zire, with short, pink-streaked hair. He’s lithe and androgynous, but then they all are; they’ve been selected for that quality. He and Daeryong aren’t dating—technically, none of the boys are. But of all of them, Chaejin is the one most likely to initiate kissing and the most eager to be sat on someone’s lap. Even now the other boys watch chuckle as he squirms and grinds on Daeryong’s crotch, whining at the back of his throat.
The boys of D.Zire are not what one would call friends, exactly. It’s tough to form real friendships in the factory farm that is the idol training business: hundreds of teens and young adults training side by side to sing, dance, and keep every aspect of their personal lives and desires hidden behind carefully-groomed PR. You never knew, coming up in the system, who you could really count on. Who you would be selected to be with, who would be deemed the most “compatible” group. So it was easy to stay aloof.
That said, these boys—Chaejin, Daeryong, Seojun, Jaeho, and Min—have been performing together now for just over three years, and touring for the last eight months. They’ve gotten a good idea of how compatible they are.
Seojun staggers over to the two of them and leans his weight heavily against Chaejin’s back, face buried in his neck. He sticks both of his hands down the back of Chaejin’s tight leather stage pants and grabs one of his buttocks in each hand, kneading them possessively as he sucks a hickey onto Chaejin’s soft, pale neck. Chaejin moans his appreciation.
Jaeho rolls his eyes from his seat on the couch across the room from them and shrugs out of the leopard-print, metal-studded jacket he’d been wearing for the show. He’s the oldest among them at 25, and perhaps the most jaded. “Aren’t you guys getting ahead of yourselves?” he says with a raised eyebrow. “Do-yun isn’t even here yet with the entertainment.” Next to him on the couch, Min lies on his back, breathing hard and laughing quietly to himself.
Daeryong tears his mouth off of Chaejin’s for long enough to look over Chaejin’s shoulder at Jaeho. His pupils are blown wide, his expression almost stoned. “I’m wired tonight,” he mutters. “When Do-yun gets here, let’s do something special. Tell him... tell him to get us something new. Something we haven’t tried before.” And then he’s distracted by Chaejin’s tongue slipping back into his mouth.
“What’re you talking ab-” Jaeho starts, but he’s interrupted by the door opening as Do-yun enters.
Do-yun is, as always, impeccably dressed in a neat suit. If there is one thing that can be said of their manager, he takes his job seriously. He is always immaculately groomed, and never bats an eye at anything he sees. The secrets that man could tell, if not for his iron self-control and apparent determination to suffer torture rather than spill even the tiniest fragment of information. He's a company man, through and through, and his loyalty is utterly unquestionable. It's no wonder they assigned him to D.Zire specifically.
In front of him, Do-yun is pushing a young child. The pop stars don’t know where the little boy came from and they don’t ask: as long as they do what they’re told, perform on stage and keep all their proclivities under wraps, their production company is happy to provide them with whatever they want to sate their desires behind the scenes. In fact, some of the boys privately believe that this is why they were all matched together in one group under their label; the fact that they have similar fetishes means that it’s easier to please them all together, rather than having to cater to them separately if they were in different bands.
Jaeho casually takes hold of the little boy's arm as he’s ushered in, grabbing him up easily and placing him on his lap, facing outward. He grinds up against the little boy’s buttocks, already half hard.
“Ooo,” says Min next to him, looking up at the child, “Do-yun got us an extra cute one this time! Everyone say thank you to Do-yun! Thank you Do-yuuuuun!”
None of the others join in, but Min is just like that. He’s always been the manic one among them; his hair is currently dyed bright blue, but he changes it at a rate of nearly once a week. Even having known him for years, it’s always a little difficult to tell when he’s serious and when he’s joking.
“Do-yun,” Daeryong calls to him eagerly from underneath Chaejin. He has to lean slightly to the side to be seen around Seojun, who has worked his hands down deep enough into Chaejin’s pants to start lightly fingering his asshole under his clothes. “Do-yun, Do-yun, come here!”
The stoic manager strides across the room, coming to a patient halt next to the writhing pile of three of his charges. He says nothing, waiting to hear Daeryong’s request.
“Get us-” Daeryong cuts off in a moan as Seojun’s weight pushes Chaejin down against his cock. When he gets his breath back he continues. “Get us something we haven’t done before. Get us...”
“A black guy,” Chaejin murmurs against his neck, rubbing himself up against Daeryong like a little kitten and lifting up his ass to give Seojun as much access to it as he can.
“Yeah!” Daeryong agrees enthusiastically. “A black guy. Biggest dick you can find. Send him to us.”
Chaejin moans. “I bet a big, thick, black dick would feel real good up my ass.”
Seojun snorts. “You think anything feels good up your ass.”
Chaejin looks back over his shoulder at him, batting his eyes flirtatiously. “What’re you gonna do about it, huh?”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Do-yun says stoically, ignoring the rest of the back and forth. “Would you like me to take back the child?”
“Nah,” says Jaeho. He’s already started to pull the kid’s pants down. “Leave him here with us. We’ll use him while we’re waiting.” Privately, he has little interest in sex with an adult stranger, but he wouldn’t mind seeing him dick down Chaejin, or any of his other groupmates for that matter.
“Hey,” says Min from beside him as the door shuts behind the departing Do-yun. “Lay him across us.” He sticks three fingers in his mouth and laves them theatrically with his tongue. “I’ll start prepping his little hole while he blows you.”
Jaeho nods and manhandles the kid into position so that he’s kneeling with his face over Jaeho’s crotch and his ass next to Min’s head where he’s still lying on his back next to them. As Min raises his dripping fingers towards the boy’s rear, Jaeho manages to finally get the way-too-tight show pants down far enough to free his member. It springs into the open air right in front of the kid’s nose.
The child clearly has no idea what is going on; he looks panicked and on the verge of tears. But this is fairly standard for the children Do-yun brings them, so Jaeho pays it no mind as he forces the child’s mouth down onto his rigid cock, burying himself in the soft orifice with a sigh. Next to him, Min slides two fingers around between the boy’s cheeks until he finally finds the hidden ring of muscle nestled there. Once he finds purchase he begins to sink the fingers into him, causing the boy to whimper and cry out around Jaeho’s cock, sending pleasant ripples of vibration up the length of his member.
Jaeho leans back comfortably into his seat and watches the young men across the room. Daeryong has his head thrown back across the back of the couch behind him, and looks almost like he could be asleep. His hands roam aimlessly up and down Chaejin’s sides as he and Seojun divest themselves of their clothing and pull down Daeryong’s pants as well for good measure.
“There’s lube on the table,” Jaeho points out. With his free hand not holding down the head of the child in his lap, he gestures at the glass coffee table between the two couches. Amidst the bottled water and bowl of mixed nuts sits a small pump-action bottle of lubricant, no doubt left there for them by Do-yun in anticipation of their needs.
“Thanks,” says Seojun, reaching back for a squirt of the stuff in each hand. When he returns he scoots as far forward onto Daeryong's lap as he can, coaxing Chaejin to stand up on his knees so he can use one hand to rub the lube simultaneously on his own and Daeryong’s cocks. He squeezes them together as he pumps up and down, and uses his free hand to slather the stuff in and around Chaejin’s eager hole.
“You want both of us?” he murmurs in Chaejin’s ear. Chaejin groans and wriggles his ass further down onto Seojun’s fingers. “Mmm, yes please. Fill me up.”
They barely bother to prep him before lining their dicks up under his hole and starting to lower Chaejin down onto them. He’s an old champ at this, though, and merely gives a happy little moan as the heads of two cocks fight to be the first to enter him. He slips inside the first and then, with a little effort, the second, then sinks down, his hole devouring both members inch by steady inch until he’s seated in their laps and they are seated inside him.
Jaeho licks his lips at the sight and forces his dick deeper into the throat of the boy in his lap, shoving him down as far as he can go. The boy chokes and gags, but Jaeho ignores it, grinding him back and forth like he’s juicing a lemon on his cock. Beside him, Min fits a third finger into the little boy’s hole and raises himself up on one elbow to watch closely as his digits disappear into the well of flesh.
“What a cute hole!” Min enthuses. He sits up abruptly. “Okay, cute hole! Time to meet Min!”
He strips his pants off in record time and kneels behind the boy on the couch, stuffing his cock eagerly into the child’s ass without warning. It’s so tight he barely manages to get the head inside, especially with such inadequate lube as spit. But he continues regardless, shoving himself forward bit by unforgiving bit. The boy’s scream quivers around Jaeho’s cock where he’s trapping the sound in his throat. Every time Min thrusts, another inch of flesh disappears inside the child, carving him open.
“It’s nice to meet you!” Min enthuses as he finally sinks the last little bit of his cock into the boy, bringing his balls flush with the tight young ass. “Please enjoy!” And then he pulls out a little bit and begins to thrust with abandon.
Speaking of abandon—Jaeho’s eyes return to the threesome on the couch opposite, where Chaejin is happily bouncing up and down on the cocks of his group-mates. Daeryong’s head is still flung back, displaying an open V of flesh between the large lapels of his bright orange satin jacket and deep-necked white shirt. Seojun’s hands roam up and down the planes of Chaejin’s nude body, feeling everything they can reach but not hindering his movement as Chaejin cheerfully fucks himself upon them. He reaches around to Chaejin’s chest and tweaks at his nipples, causing Chaejin to moan and giggle in equal measure.
The greenroom clock ticks the minutes steadily by as the boys continue to vent the manic energy of the concert through the medium of their flesh. Daeryong and Seojun fuck Chaejin until Daeryong comes inside him, and then Seojun lifts him up to finish fucking him against the wall. Meanwhile, Jaeho gets bored with forcing the unnamed child’s head up and down on his dick and turns to Min. “You almost done?” he grouses. “I’d rather come in his ass than his mouth.”
“Almost- there-” Min says through clenched teeth, before his hips start to buck. He thrusts back and forth wildly a few times before his balls clench and he empties his load up the little boy’s virgin ass. Well, Jaeho assumes it’s virgin, anyway; after all, he has no idea where Do-yun keeps getting them these children to fuck.
When Min finally slumps backwards, his softening cock slipping out of the little kid’s ass, Jaeho picks the kid up, yanking his cock abruptly from the child’s throat, and positions him once more over his lap. He makes a quick alignment, adjusting the boy and lowering him just enough that the very tip of his erect cock just barely slips inside the abused ring of muscle. Then, abruptly, he lets go and lets the boy’s weight sink him down, fully impaling him on Jaeho’s cock. He smiles in satisfaction as the child cries out, and begins his thrusts.
It’s been roughly half an hour since the end of the concert. Jaeho is still fucking the child in earnest, Min half-asleep next to him, when the door opens again and Do-yun returns.
As promised, trailing behind him is a towering black man, a full head and a half taller than their manager, hair tight to his skull in neat cornrows. He’s built, too—bulging muscles like those of a bodybuilder straining the tight tank-top shirt under his jacket. The pop stars all turn to look at him as he enters, a sudden hunger sparking in their eyes. Their gazes drop to his crotch, which sports a sizable bulge. The man smirks, apparently well-aware of the effect he has.
“This is Ken,” says Do-yun, gesturing to him. “He has signed the NDA paperwork, so do what you like.” He steps aside so that Ken can enter the room and then moves out, closing the door behind him and leaving the Korean boys with their new guest.
“Fuck,” says Seojun suddenly, and turns his attention back from the new arrival to Chaejin, fucking him hard with another two thrusts before coming in his ass. Next to him, Daeryong has lifted his head and is gazing at Ken with the rest of them, assessing.
Of course, Chaejin is the one to make the first move. As soon as Seojun lets him down from where he was pinning him to the wall, Chaejin saunters his way over to their visitor, not even hesitating before grabbing the waistband of the man’s slacks. “Let’s see what we’re working with,” he purrs before pulling them down.
The boys gape. The man’s cock is monstrous. The bulge in his pants was already comically large, and it looks like he’s not even hard yet. Chaejin’s eyes widen; he looks like he’s practically drooling.
“Oh yes,” he groans, “get that in my mouth, please. I want to choke on it. Jesus.”
Kneeling in front of the man, Chaejin lifts the enormous cock worshipfully, rubbing his soft face against it and running his hands up and down the length. He has to use both hands to hold it, in order to lift it to his face and finally work his mouth around the tip.
He has to really work to fit it in too, straining his jaw wide; the cock is a beast in girth as well as length. Once in, Chaejin does his best to swallow it down, working more and more of the flesh down his throat until he’s fully deep-throating at least seven inches of it and he still doesn’t have all of it in him. Chaejin whimpers, and the others can see his throat convulse as he does his best to swallow around the massive member.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Min mutters from the couch. Jaeho glances over from where he’s been bouncing the child up and down on his cock to see the other young man rise up from where he was seated and go to kneel on the floor behind Chaejin. His cock is hard again, curving up towards his belly with excitement. Without much preamble he grabs Chaejin’s hips, canting them up towards himself before plunging his cock into the well-used and dripping hole between his buttocks. The harshness of his thrust has the effect of impaling Chaejin another inch deeper on the cock in his throat.
Chaejin starts to gently, carefully draw himself back off the cock in his mouth and bob his head back and forth on it the best he can, but it’s clearly more than he can realistically handle. The other boys laugh and cheer him on as he tries to swallow and move his tongue around it. He chokes, but keeps working at it with admirable tenacity. Meanwhile, Min fucks him sloppy and uncoordinated from behind, looking almost drunk with exhaustion.
This double-dicking is apparently altogether too much for Chaejin. His whimpers grow in frequency and volume until his legs are shaking and his face is pink from lack of breath. Finally he comes, his cock untouched and flooding seed onto the floor underneath him. He yanks himself back off the cock in his mouth with a wrenching motion, gasping for air.
“I can’t,” he wheezes. “It’s so good, but it’s so big! Ah! A~aaah!” His hips buck with the last spasms of his orgasm.
“Squeezing me real tight, kiddo,” Min mumbles, and then it looks like he’s coming as well, thrusting in deep and blowing his second load of the night into Chaejin’s ass to join the other two helpings of cum already deposited inside him.
It’s all a little too much for Jaeho, who wrenches the child all the way down onto his lap and comes as well, emptying his balls into the young passage. He sighs with satisfaction.
“Oh, I know,” says Min, breathless, “let’s fuck the little kid on his dick next.”
Chaejin laughs. “No way! There’s no way it’ll fit! That thing’s practically bigger than the kid himself!”
Min grins crookedly, that strange manic gleam back in his eye. “Only one way to find out,” he points out.
“I got it,” says Ken, still smirking, the first thing he's said since his arrival. His voice is deep and rich. “You just watch. I can make him fit.”
Jaeho raises his eyebrow skeptically, but lifts the child up off his dick and carries him over to where Ken plops himself down onto the far couch next to Daeryong.
“Well, here,” concedes Chaejin, “you’ll never manage it without at least some lube.” He crawls to the table and squirts some into his hands, then, not bothering to stand, crawls over to between Ken’s legs and starts to lube him up, rubbing worshipfully up and down his enormous cock.
Daeryong looks up at Seojun standing next to him and grins, pointing at his lap. “Want a better view?” he asks. Since coming in Chaejin the first time, he’s grown hard again.
Seojun rolls his eyes, but goes to the table to get his own handful of lube. He kneels on the couch, straddling Daeryong, ignoring the show beside them for a moment as he takes Daeryong in hand and slides his grip confidently up and down the man’s cock. Daeryong visibly swallows. Then, satisfied, Seojun turns around and slowly sits down on Daeryong’s dick, sinking smooth and steady lower and lower until he’s fully seated in Daeryong’s lap. Daeryong grabs him around the chest to hold him in place as they both turn their attention back to Chaejin.
Chaejin himself is just finishing up his job, leaving Ken’s behemoth of a cock slick and shining. “Okay,” he says cheerfully, standing up and making his way to Ken’s other side. “Go for it, I guess.”
The child is fully crying by this point, but he’s also too exhausted to struggle, so Jaeho doesn’t have to fight him much. Ken lifts the head of his cock in one hand, gesturing for Jaeho to place him on it. Facing him away from Ken and holding one of the child’s buttcheeks in each hand to spread them wide, Jaeho places the pucker of the child’s anus at the tip of the man’s member and starts to push him down.
It’s a struggle to even get him over the head, but once he’s on the tip Ken grabs the child around the waist and starts pulling him back. On either side of the man, the boys on the couch crane in to get a better view of the penetration, their eyes widening in amazement.
“No way it’s going in,” Chaejin whispers reverently. He sticks his face in close, nose practically touching Ken’s dick. There’s room for his entire head between Ken’s torso and the point of penetration where the child is impaled on his dick. He reaches in and grabs the kid’s buttocks, pulling them apart so he can better watch as the hole gasps and spasms around the flesh embedded inside it.
“Told ya,” says Ken, and continues to pull the child further and further back onto the spike of his cock.
Jaeho’s eyebrows rise practically to his hairline. The kid already has a visible bulge in his torso just under his stomach from how deep the man has forced his way inside, and he’s barely halfway down on the thing. It’s unlike anything he’s ever seen.
Seojun laughs from where he’s still seated on Daeryong’s cock. “Holy shit. If someone fucked his face right now, I bet you could touch the tip of your dicks together inside him he’s so deep.”
“Bet!” says Min, and steps abruptly between Jaeho and the child. Somehow, he’s already hard again, and Jaeho watches as he mercilessly forces his whole dick into the boy’s mouth in one sharp thrust. Min grins. “Here,” he says, “I’ll help you push.” He grabs the boy’s shoulders and uses the pressure of both his hands and his cock to jam the child further and further down the enormous cock.
Jaeho comes around the side to get a better view, folding himself down onto the couch behind Chaejin. As he does so he notices a generous amount of cum dripping from Chaejin’s asshole, so he cheekily reaches behind him and inserts his fingers into the sopping hole, casually finger-fucking him. Chaejin gives a little shudder and wiggles his ass around the intrusion, but his attention remains focused on the penetration.
Together, Ken and Min slowly push the little boy further and further down along Ken’s cock. Jaeho wonders if they aren’t doing him some kind of permanent harm. Chaejin had been exaggerating before, but not by much; the man’s cock is nearly half the child’s size. It’s unbelievable to think his body can house such a thing, and yet inch by inch it continues to disappear inside him.
Eventually, what feels like hours later, a cheer goes up around the room as Ken finally, finally bottoms out inside the boy’s ass. The D.Zire boys go crazy, whooping and clapping as Ken just sits there with an enormous smile on his face like the cat who got the cream.
“Oh, I feel it,” groans Min, “I feel our dicks touching!” So proclaiming, he proceeds to fuck the child’s face, slamming in and out of his mouth with abandon. Ken himself sets a much milder pace, since he can barely move inside the tightness of the kid, pulling out only an inch or so before slamming himself back into the little body over and over again, his thrusts shallow but forceful.
Jaeho is hard again. Mouth watering from watching this display, he casually pulls Chaejin back towards him, back flush against Jaeho’s chest, slipping his cock easily into the accommodating hole. After all, he can’t be the only band member not to come inside him tonight. He times his thrusts to match Ken’s pace, fucking Chaejin slow and leisurely, making sure he gets as deep inside as he can go at the height of each thrust.
He fucks Chaejin nice and easy while Daeryong does the same to Seojun. Seojun, for his part, jacks himself off as Min absolutely ravages the young child’s face. All of them do their best to hold out, to wait for Ken, but the man’s stamina is absurd. He fucks the kid over and over and over until first Min, then Seojun, then Daeryong and even Chaejin finally come. Chaejin barely has to touch his own cock before he’s exploding, turned on beyond imagining by watching this child impaled upon such an enormous member as he himself is fucked from behind.
This leaves only Jaeho holding out. He keeps fucking Chaejin on and on, a point of pride, every part of him desperately trying to not to come as he continues to watch Ken drill the little kid. He bites his lip; he’s not going to make it. There’s no way he can possibly hold on any longer.
And then, out of nowhere, Ken stills, grabs the kid, yanks him halfway up off his dick and then slams him with as much force as he can all the way down onto the spear of flesh, fully sheathing himself in the kid and letting out a single low groan as he pumps his cum endlessly into the boy’s ass. The sizable visible protrusion in the child’s torso swells even larger as a massive dose of cum floods into him, filling up his insides. The others cheer once more.
With a gasp of relief, Jaeho lets himself empty the fourth load of cum that night in Chaejin’s ass, coming so blindingly hard he sees stars. It seems to go on and on as he releases wave after wave of the stuff into his bandmate.
Finally, all of them are left panting and exhausted, coming down from the intensity of their experience together. Ken pulls his dick out of the limp child, who immediately collapses to the floor and passes out. Chaejin pats Ken’s shoulder companionably.
“I really want to try housing your dick too,” he admits, “but I’m so tired and full of cum right now, I don’t know if I could give it a proper shot. We’re still in town for another two nights. Wanna come back tomorrow and try again? I wanna feel you fuck me proper with that thing.”
Ken grins. “Happy to do so. Who’d turn down backstage access like this, right?”
Chaejin turns around, cutely presenting his sloppy, wrecked hole as it oozes cum. To emphasize his point, he sticks four fingers inside himself at once; they slide in easily with the copious lubrication of the night’s leavings. “Mmm,” he teases, “you can access my backstage any time you like.”