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After that night, in the weeks that followed, what had begun as punishment evolved into a routine that Jinu no longer questioned. On stage, he was the team’s beloved leader, their charismatic frontman. But backstage, Jinu would find himself on his knees in their private dressing room, the lock clicking behind him as his bandmates entered one by one.
Here, in this room, he was their leader who only existed only to serve.
"Man, another packed house tonight," Romance said with a low whistle, loosening his tie as he glanced at Jinu already kneeling in position. "If only the screaming fans knew what their idol really does backstage."
After concerts, after rehearsals, after interviews. It never mattered where. The routine remained unchanged. Sometimes in hotel rooms, sometimes in venue bathrooms with the door locked, sometimes in their practice studio late at night. Jinu served without complaint, his resistance long since broken.
"What time are the stage managers coming?" Romance asked, checking his watch.
"I told them midnight," Abby replied, watching Jinu's throat work as he continued swallowing. "Wanted to give us some private time first."
Jinu's eyes shivered slightly at the mention of visitors.
"Remember," Abby said, grabbing Jinu's hair and pulling his head back once Baby finished, forcing eye contact. "They use your mouth only. Your ass belongs to me alone. Understand?"
"Yes, Abby," Jinu whispered, his voice raspy.
"Louder."
"Yes, Abby. Only my mouth." he repeated, louder this time.
Later that night, as promised, ten staff members arrived, entering the dimly-lit dressing room one by one. The group included the lighting director with his sharp features and calculating eyes, a burly sound engineer whose hands were calloused from years of equipment setup, the stern-faced stage manager clutching his clipboard, and four backup dancers with their athletic builds still glistening from post-performance sweat.
They stood in an awkward semicircle at first, shifting their weight from foot to foot, eyes darting between the Saja Boys and Jinu who was already positioned on his knees in the center of the room, completely naked. The air was thick with anticipation and the lingering scent of cologne and stage makeup.
A heavy silence hung in the room until Romance stepped forward, clapping one of the dancers on the shoulder. The initial discomfort quickly dissolved into lewd smirks and hungry stares when they fully realized why they had been summoned to this private after-hours gathering.
"Consider this your performance bonus, gentlemen," Romance told them with a theatrical laugh, gesturing toward Jinu like a ringmaster introducing the main attraction. "Our esteemed leader is very talented with that mouth. Much more talented than you'd ever guess from just watching our performances."
The youngest dancer, a muscular man with bleached blonde hair and multiple ear piercings, stepped forward first. His eyes were wide with disbelief and dark with desire as he unfastened his belt buckle, the metal clinking loudly in the tense silence.
"Been watching him command the stage for months," the dancer admitted, his voice slightly breathless as he approached Jinu. He reached out to touch Jinu's perfectly styled hair, marveling at the softness between his fingers. "All those female fans screaming his name, throwing themselves at him... Never thought I'd see the great Jinu like this."
The dancer's fingers tightened in Jinu's hair as he pulled him closer, his breathing becoming more rapid with anticipation.
"Show me what that famous mouth can really do," he said.
Jinu's eyes watered as he took his cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and working his tongue along the underside of the man's shaft. The lighting director watched from nearby, stroking himself in anticipation of his turn.
"Fuck," he hissed, tightening his grip on Jinu's hair. "Your mouth feels even better than I imagined during all those rehearsals."
An impatient sound engineer roughly shoved the dancer aside. "My turn now, pretty boy." He grabbed Jinu's jaw, forced his mouth open and thrusted into him.
"Been watching that pretty mouth during soundchecks for months."
Between each staff member, Jinu was given mere seconds to catch his breath before the next took position. His throat felt raw, lips chapped and swollen from overuse. Someone handed him water at one point, which he gratefully sipped before being pulled toward the next waiting member.
"Fuck, that's good," someone hissed, watching Jinu's face contort with the effort to please him. "Worth every minute of overtime."
Jinu's jaw ached as he worked methodically through the crowd, the men already forming a line. As each staff member took their turn, they gripped his hair with varying degrees of force, some gentle in their approach while others were rough and demanding. His once-perfectly styled hair was now damp with sweat and matted with their fluids. Hours of practice with the Saja members had made him efficient at this task, but tonight seemed endless as man after man stepped forward, some taking their time to savor the experience while others rushed to completion.
Abby leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes never leaving Jinu's face. His possessive gaze tracked every movement, every grimace, every involuntary moan. Unlike the others who saw only a celebrity brought low, Abby saw his property being used exactly as intended.
One by one, all ten men finally finished. Jinu had dutifully swallowed each of their bitter release, chin slick with cum and saliva. By the time the last staff member stepped away with a satisfied grunt, Jinu was barely upright, already panting, his weight supported only by the stage manager's grip in his hair.
Abby finally pushed off from the wall, approaching with measured steps. The room fell silent as he surveyed his band's leader, now reduced to a gasping, trembling mess on the floor. His lips curved into a cruel smile.
“Done already?” Abby chuckled darkly. "You can piss on him too.”
The staff members exchanged glances, uncertainty giving way to dark excitement as they realized the extent of their permission. Jinu's eyes widened momentarily before dropping in submission, already resigned.
Romance and Mystery exchanged knowing glances, their lips curling into identical cruel smiles. Baby, always the most resourceful of the group, disappeared momentarily behind the costume rack, returning with a clear plastic funnel that he twirled between his fingers.
"Look what I found in the prop department," Baby announced, his voice lilting with dark excitement. "Perfect for our little toilet here."
The staff members, who had been preparing to leave, stopped in their tracks. One of the dancers let out a low whistle as his eyes fixed on the funnel, understanding immediately dawning across his face.
"Holy shit," the lighting director breathed, his cock already beginning to stir again despite having just finished. "Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"
The stage manager, emboldened by what they'd already witnessed, stepped forward with a wicked grin. "Hey, put this in him. Let's make him a real urinal, the complete package."
Without waiting for further invitation, the stage manager grabbed Jinu roughly by the shoulders, manhandling his exhausted body until he was flat on his back. He pushed Jinu's knees up toward his chest. This position left Jinu completely exposed, with his ass tilted upward toward the ceiling, and vulnerable for ready for whatever they planned next.
"Hold yourself open," Baby commanded.
Jinu, beyond resistance now, grabbed his knees with trembling hands, keeping himself folded and presented as commanded. His hole twitched involuntarily as cool air hit the sensitive skin.
"Perfect," Baby purred, approaching with the funnel. He knelt beside Jinu's folded form, sliding his fingers teasingly around the rim of Jinu's exposed entrance.
Baby then positioned the narrow end of the funnel against Jinu's hole. He pressed forward, watching with fascination as the tight ring of muscle resisted briefly before yielding to the intrusion. Jinu bit his lip hard, his eyes squeezing shut as the plastic tube slid inside him.
"Look at how well he takes it," Romance commented, adjusting himself through his pants as he watched.
The wide mouth of the funnel now protruded obscenely from between Jinu's legs, creating a perfect receptacle. The sight was so debauched, so completely humiliating, that several of the staff members couldn’t help but laugh loudly.
"Who wants to christen our new urinal?" Abby asked, already unbuttoning his fly.
One by one, they gathered around Jinu's folded body. The first stream of hot urine hit the funnel with a loud splash, flowing immediately down into Jinu's stretched channel. He gasped at the warmth filling him from the inside.
"Look at his cock," a back-up dancer observed with cruel amusement. "He actually likes being filled up like this."
Jinu wanted to deny it, but his member had begun to harden again, rising against his stomach as more of them took turns directing their streams into the funnel. The sensation of being filled with their hot release, of being used in the most degrading way possible, was triggering something primal within him.
"My turn," Baby announced eagerly, positioning himself over the funnel. His stream was forceful, causing some of the liquid to splash back against Jinu's thighs. "Take it all, leader. Not a drop wasted."
Jinu could feel the funnel being filled, but he dared not release his grip on his knees or move from his position.
Romance chuckled darkly. "Better hope that funnel doesn't slip out, or you'll have quite the mess to clean up, hyung."
Jinu whimpered at the thought, clenching desperately around the funnel as more and more liquid was added to the reservoir his body had become. The pressure inside him was overwhelming now, a constant, burning fullness that made his thighs shake with the effort of maintaining his position.
Abby stepped forward last, his eyes never leaving Jinu's face as he aligned himself with the funnel. "This is what you were always meant to be," he said softly, almost tenderly, as his stream joined the rest inside Jinu's trembling body.
Once he finally finished, Abby's voice dropped to a command. "Hyung, what do you say to these gentlemen?"
"Thank you very much," Jinu whispered hoarsely.
Abby had taught him to express gratitude whenever his body was used as a receptacle.
With that, Abby was finally satisfied, zipping his cock back into his pants.
"You may leave," he told the staff members dismissively. "Same time after tomorrow's show."
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"Abby, I don't want this anymore," Jinu begged. "Please don't let them come again tomorrow."
Jinu shifted on his knees, fighting the urge to cover himself. He'd been kneeling there for almost twenty minutes since his shower, waiting for Abby to acknowledge him. When the staff members and other Saja Boys left, Abby had taken him back to his hotel suite. The air conditioning raised goosebumps across his naked skin despite the warmth still radiating from his freshly showered body. His hair was still damp, droplets occasionally sliding down his neck and spine.
Abby lounged on the leather couch like a king on his throne, legs spread casually, one arm stretched along the back cushions. He flipped lazily through a tabloid magazine, browsing through an article about dating rumors between Rumi and Jinu.
"Hmm?" His lips curled into a smirk. "What was that, hyung?"
Abby's eyes finally lifted from the magazine, raking over Jinu's naked form in amusement. His gaze lingered on the water droplets still clinging to Jinu's freshly scrubbed skin, noting how he had diligently washed away all evidence of the earlier degradation. "You look much better now."
"Please," Jinu tried again, his hands curling into fists against his thighs. "About tomorrow..."
Abby closed the magazine with a snap. "Hyung, I already promised the staff."
Fear coiled in Jinu's stomach. He was fine with the Saja boys but the thought of facing those men again made him feel physically ill. He couldn't do it again. Wouldn't survive it with any shred of dignity intact.
"I'm not going to see her again, I promise," Jinu blurted, desperation making his voice crack. His eyes were wide, pleading.
Abby laughed. "Do you?"
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, bringing his face closer to Jinu's. "Promises from your pretty mouth don't mean much these days, do they?"
Jinu's throat tightened. "I promise," he whispered. "I'm... I'm yours. No one else's." His voice broke again. "Please don't let them touch me again."
Something dark flickered in Abby's eyes. "Prove it," he challenged softly.
Without hesitation, Jinu rose from his knees and approached the couch. His legs trembled, but his movements were fluid, practiced. He knew what Abby wanted. What Abby always wanted.
The leather couch squeaked beneath his weight as he straddled Abby's lap. He braced his hands on Abby's broad shoulders for support, fingers curling into the expensive fabric of his shirt. He then reached down between them to unzip Abby's pants, freeing his already hardening cock.
Jinu positioned himself and then sank down slowly, his body stretching to accommodate Abby. The burn was immediate, intense. He had prepared himself, lubing his hole after showering, but Abby's size had always been difficult for him to take. Still, Jinu didn't flinch. He couldn't afford to.
Jinu began to move, lifting himself up before dropping back down, establishing a rhythm that had Abby's breath quickening. The leather beneath them protested with each movement, the sound obscene in the quiet room.
"Who do you belong to?" Abby demanded, suddenly thrusting upward with punishing force, breaking Jinu's rhythm and drawing a gasp from his lips.
"You, Abby," Jinu gasped, his nails digging crescents into Abby's shoulders as he fought to maintain balance.
Abby seized Jinu by the back of the neck, pulling him forward and crashing their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Jinu whimpered against Abby's lips as the younger man bit down hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste spreading between them.
"You won’t ever think about her?" Abby growled against Jinu's mouth, his hands sliding up to grip Jinu's hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. "You won’t ever think about what it would be like to fuck a human instead of being my little demon whore?"
Jinu shook his head frantically, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "No. No I won’t."
His words dissolved into a strangled cry as Abby suddenly stood, lifting Jinu with him before slamming him down onto the coffee table. Glass bottles and magazines scattered to the floor as Jinu's back hit the hard surface. Before he could catch his breath, Abby was on him again, gripping Jinu's thighs and pushing them up toward his chest.
"You think I don't see the way you look at her? Like she could save you?"
Without warning, Abby thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal movement. Jinu's back arched off the table, a hoarse scream tearing from his throat. The angle was deeper than before, Abby hitting places inside him that made stars burst behind his eyelids.
"Nobody saves you from being a demon."
Despite the pain, despite the humiliation, Jinu found himself hardening again, his cock leaking against his stomach as Abby pounded into him relentlessly. Each thrust pushed him further across the table, his shoulders eventually hanging off the edge, head tipped back in a position that left him completely at Abby's mercy.
"Please," Jinu gasped, his voice barely audible as Abby maintained his relentless pace. "I'll be good... I promise..."
Abby's hand wrapped around Jinu's throat, squeezing just enough to make breathing difficult. "You'll be whatever I want you to be."
Jinu's vision began to blur, both from the lack of oxygen and the tears streaming down his temples. The coffee table creaked dangerously beneath them, threatening to collapse under the force of Abby's thrusts.
"Tell me what you are," Abby demanded, releasing his grip on Jinu's throat just enough to allow him to speak.
"Your demon... your toy... whatever you want me to be," Jinu choked out, gasping for breath.
A satisfied smile spread across Abby's face. He leaned down, his movements becoming more calculated, more precise. His lips brushed against Jinu's ear, his breath hot and heavy. "And those humans? Those staff members?"
Jinu shuddered, knowing what Abby wanted to hear. "They can use me too... if that's what you want."
Abby rewarded him by wrapping a hand around Jinu's neglected cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. "Good boy," he purred. "You're learning."
The dual stimulation was too much. Jinu felt the familiar heat building at the base of his spine, his muscles tensing as he approached his climax. "Abby, I'm going to—"
"Beg me," Abby commanded, his own rhythm becoming erratic as he neared his peak. "Beg me to let you come."
"Please," Jinu sobbed, beyond pride, beyond dignity. "Please, Abby, let me come."
With a satisfied smirk, Abby released his grip on Jinu's cock and resumed stroking, his pace brutal and efficient.
Jinu's release hit him like a tidal wave, his back arching off the table as he came with a hoarse cry, painting his chest and Abby's hand with thick ropes of white. The intensity of his orgasm triggered Abby's own, and with a guttural groan, Abby buried himself deep inside Jinu, filling him with his hot release.
For several long moments, they remained frozen in that position, both panting heavily, bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. Then, slowly, Abby withdrew, causing Jinu to wince at the sudden emptiness.
Abby tucked himself back into his pants before regarding Jinu with a calculating stare. "Clean yourself up," he said finally, his voice returning to its usual cool detachment. "I'll tell the staff there's been a change of plans for tomorrow."
Relief washed over Jinu so intensely that fresh tears sprung to his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice ragged.
"Don't make me regret it," Abby warned as he headed for the door. "And hyung? If I ever catch you with that woman again, what happened tonight will seem like a mercy compared to what I'll do to you."
The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving Jinu alone on the ruined coffee table, his body aching and his mind reeling with the knowledge that he had narrowly escaped an even worse fate, and that his reprieve was only temporary.
Because in the world of demons, nothing was ever truly forgiven. Only postponed.