babydoll 1/4?
Title: babydoll 1/4?
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If one of the boys had a amateur porn site, I wouldn't have enough money to even bribe them to be mine for a day.
Summary: Jaejoong runs an amateur porn site. His identity is a secret, but one particular customer has him squealing and masturbating more than usual. He meets Shim Changmin, a famous entertainer, never even thinking that his two worlds were about to collide.
Warnings: Toys, voyeurism, probably a bit of bondage, selling porn online, age gap (10 years), ass gape
Part 1:
TUESDAY
Jaejoong watched the video again, start to finish, from the moment he slipped the tight red briefs over his ass to the last breathless gasp as the long blue dildo slipped from his body, leaving his ass open and slick with lube, pulsing on the screen. Squirming, he moaned as his ass clenched in tandem to the moment on the video that was only a half hour ago. That was his favorite dildo with a long thick shaft and a unproportionately wide head. Well, it was one of his favorite dildos. It was hard to choose.
But Jaejoong had once again been distracted, his eyes glued to his own abused ass, and he had to watch it again to see if he had inadvertently shown his face during the twelve-minute video.
Jaejoong made a few final edits to the video before posting it, including adding his standard voice filters and editing out any personal effects that may have shown on the walls of his room.
During recording, he had fucked himself mostly on his hands and knees, so the viewers had a perfect shot of his ass. He was sometimes embarrassed about his little whimpers and sounds he made when he had a dildo inside of him, but there were lots of comments about how much men liked them.
The only time he was facing the camera was to jerk himself off. He had gotten close to his orgasm and then carefully turned around so his dick was in view instead of his ass. The end of the dildo was obviously visible from between his spread legs as he tugged at his dick. He liked doing that, tightening himself up so much that the dildo stayed inside him. His dick wasn’t large by any means, but again, his viewers loved that, and they loved watching how much he could come with a large dildo inside him.
There were plenty of sick fucks that left comments about covering him in bruises and gagging him with their cocks, using him as just a hole to fuck and use.
But sometimes their comments had him blushing and almost squeeing in eagerness. He once recorded himself reading comments. The camera was not his face like always, but aimed right on his dick so that the viewers could really see which ones made his dick twitch.
Mostly they were the ones that called him adorable and talked about wanting to touch him and pleasure him and make him happy. And he had jerked off afterward, replying to them, about how much he wanted done to him all the things they had said.
In the video, when he had finished coming, he fucked himself with the dildo a few more times, moaning when spunk pulsed from his dick. And he moaned out loud too. He loved watching himself on camera. So many men wanted him. The last thing he did was turn his ass back to the camera and let the dildo slide from him, no hands, the sound dirty and the thunk of the blue dildo loud. He had gripped his own ass, spread himself open and showed off how much he gaped and how the muscles were still pulsing for something inside him.
He was gasping in the video, fingers spinning around his entrance, and he said, “Soon, soon, I’ll have someone again to fill me up and lick at me while I’m so wide open.”
He frowned and thought of editing that out, but decided to leave it. His viewers knew he no longer had a boyfriend since he’d talked about it on his tumblr.
Finally, he uploaded the video. While it loaded, he put some of the screenshots up on his tumblr with a link to his main page. In a caption, he said, “Coming soon! Sometimes I want to jerk off after editing these things. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did and still do!” He added a bunch of hearts and his standard signature, “Always love, from your babydoll.”
With a sigh, he checked the upload progress and left the computer to get ready for his day job, or night job. Well, his real job. He worked at Petals, a high-end restaurant that catered to the young, rich, and beautiful. Technically, he wasn’t old enough to work there by their standards, but the owner Kim Heechul saw him at a cafe making lattes and offered him a job on the spot. Jaejoong was their head host. The job worked much better with his college schedule, letting him take classes during the day and work at night.
Halfway through his before-work beauty procedure, the computer beeped, signaling that the video was uploaded. He took just enough time to add a brief summary of the video before posting it to his website.
My favorite dildo, as you all well know. It is going to have to suffice until I find some gorgeous amazing lover to fuck me over in all the right ways. Question time! I have lots of toys. What’s your favorite? Always love, from your babydoll.
Before he left for work, Jaejoong checked his page, biting his lip and holding his breath. He would never admit out loud that he was waiting for one particular comment from one particular user, but well, he lived alone and there wasn’t anyone else to see him, so he let his hands shake and his breath go wild as he checked his inbox. He was not disappointed, and he let out a little squeal of happiness.
From Maximizer88: How do you end up being more alluring and sexy with every video? You know my favorite toy is that big red plug you have. I will never tire of watching you fuck your hole open, and I will never tire of wanting to be the one that gives you so much pleasure and that holds you close while you recover from it.
Jaejoong’s face flushed and he buried his whimper in his arm.
He almost broke his own No Contacting The Customers! rule about once a week when it came to Maximizer88. Of all his followers, Max is the one that who had been following him the longest, that he knew of anyway. Max was part of Jaejoong’s original tumblr followers and the one that suggested he make his own porn site. No use giving away shit for free when you can earn money off of it, Max had told him.
Max had offered to build him the site, but Jaejoong had declined.
So for almost four years, Jaejoong had been so tempted to give Max his real name, give Max his phone number, give Max ... anything. Max sent him private messages that sometimes included his dick covered in come, and Jaejoong wanted that cock inside him so badly. He was thick and long, veiny and gorgeous. The head was so perfectly shaped, Jaejoong just knew it’d fit into his mouth in all the right places. And his throat. And his ass. God, his ass would suck that thing down on the first try, and if Max was lucky, Jaejoong would never, ever climb off him.
With shaking hands, he replied, “BLUSHING!” and then he key smashed. Because it was Max, and this was ... ugh. Jaejoong was so in love with him and it was horrible.
Max was probably ugly. Like Jaejoong’s videos and pictures, Max’s pictures never showed his face. Just his firm, tight chest and abs, and his thick beautiful cock, and his thighs. Sometimes his firm, muscley ass. God, Max was strong. But he was probably ugly. Knowing Jaejoong’s luck.
Max never overtly mentioned wanting to meet. Max never begged for his phone number. Max never plagued him with questions about his age. Max never asked for a picture of Jaejoong’s face.
Jaejoong had asked him why he didn’t bother him with questions one day, and Max’s reply was, “You’ve chosen privacy, and I respect that. I would not say no if you offered, it’d be nice to have a face to my nightly orgasms, but no. You will do what you will do and I will respect that.”
And Jaejoong had almost sent him one that day.
He wanted to meet Max badly. But he was also not stupid. Max could be crazy. He could be violent. He could be ugly. The caring, perfect persona on the Internet could have easily been fake. Jaejoong assumed that the “88” in Maximizer’s name was his birth year, which made him almost ten years older than Jaejoong. Which meant that as a twenty-six year old, Max had been following a sixteen-year-old kid on tumblr who was begging to have his virgin ass fucked open. Jaejoong did not want to admit that to him. He did not want Max to leave his site, and if he did ever meet in person, he would have to, out of a sense of duty.
Better that Max be but a dream.
---
Jaejoong shifted behind his podium. It was nearing one a.m., the night was almost over and the crowd dispersing. He was sore and tired. His morning play session had been longer than he expected and that final position of fucking himself before he orgasned had stretched his arm in a weird way. His asshole was still clenching sometimes and his dick twitched when he thought of Maximizer jerking off to the video. He needed to learn not to make a video when he had to work the same night.
Jaejoong had been hired for his cool blank expression, and that was ruined when he was flushing at remembering the feel of a thick, eight-inch dildo inside him and the echoes of his own moans rattling around his head.
He could not be caught being anything but perfect at this job. Especially if Kim Heechul found out. The man was brilliantly ruthless and if anyone could find Jaejoong’s hidden site and Jaejoong’s connection to it, it was Kim Heechul. The blowback of being known to have a home-made porn site was not worth it. He’d lose his job and probably get kicked out of college, and then his entire life would spiral out of his control.
No one knew that he was “babydoll” except for one person, his ex-boyfriend. Sometimes he wondered if Jang Suwon still watched his videos. He was sure that the man did. He had promised when they broke up that he would not spill his secret.
Jang Suwon hadn’t minded the porn site, and had encouraged him, and even let him put up a few videos of them fucking, of Suwon sliding into his ass and spanking handprints into his skin.
They’d parted when Jaejoong started college. Jang Suwon wanted a pretty slave, a pretty bottom, a pretty submissive, and Jaejoong wanted a career, either in manufacturing engineering or electrical engineering. He didn’t really know yet. He was taking mostly physics and math classes now, to set up a base for his future studies. He’d started his website with the intention of paying his way through college and making it so he didn’t have to suffer later on in life. The job at Petals was really just a cover. He didn’t actually need the money.
Jaejoong also had a tumblr page that was free. He put up images and gifs of himself, and then had a link to his main page that required a subscription. He’d built the website himself, and sometimes he wondered if maybe he shouldn’t be going into computer science and coding instead.
Though maybe he’d just stick with porn. There were so many subscribers to his site that he was able to live extremely comfortably.
As they say, sex sells.
“Hello, beautiful,” a deep voice said near him.
Jaejoong yelped and jumped, spinning to the side.
A tall man stood next to him, a smile widening on his face. Jaejoong remembered seating him and his party, like he could forget someone that was so attractive. He looked familiar, though Jaejoong wasn’t sure why. Maybe he was an actor? A singer?
Jaejoong didn’t watch TV or see movies outside of anime, and he he didn’t pay attention to any idol group outside of SHINee.
The man wore a tailored black suit, black shirt, and a red and black patterned tie. His hair was a little long and styled in fashionable waves on his head. He obviously had a stylist of some sort. His skin looked flawless, and god, he was tall. Taller than Jaejoong anyway, and long legs, firm thighs, the suit so perfect that it just clung in the way that said the man was built like a greek god underneath it.
Jaejoong realized he was staring at the man’s crotch and then looked back up at his eyes and tried not to blush.
“Well that answers that question,” the man said with another disarming smile. “My name is Shim Changmin, and I have about ten more seconds to ask you out on a date before people realize what I am doing.”
Jaejoong’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. “W-what?”
“A date,” Changmin repeated. “I would love to take you on a date.”
Jaejoong glanced around the restaurant, and sure enough, there were interested gazes coming their way.
Shim Changmin must have been famous somehow.
“Um, I ... think ... wait ... I ...”
Changmin chuckled. “I’ll leave my card on the table. Call me with your answer.” And Shim Changmin walked away from him, going back to a table that had two gorgeous women sitting at it. One leaned in just as Shim Changmin sat down and said something harshly to him.
Shim Changmin shook his head and smiled over at Jaejoong, who probably still looked silly with his mouth open and his eyes wide. He was really, really shocked. That was all. Just ... and god, Changmin was gorgeous.
Jaejoong finally turned away, used the podium to keep his knees from collapsing, and tried to concentrate on the last hour of work.
---
When Jaejoong got home, he had another message from Maximizer. A private one.
Fourth orgasm of the night. Fuck. Look what you do to me. Would you be a good babydoll and clean me up? And he sent a picture of his rock hard cock absolutely covered in come, with more curling over his fingers, and a thick dollop of it at the slit.
Jaejoong licked his lips and replied, God yes. That looks delicious.
He didn’t hit send though. Wired from work, and with the vision of that gorgeous man in his eyes, Jaejoong pulled out his cock and jerked himself off there on his chair. With Max’s picture in full view, it was easy to come again. He didn’t bother to stop his release from staining his clothes, and it took a few seconds for his hand to settle enough to snap a non-shaky picture of him all covered in come.
He added, What about me? to his message and he sent it to Max before he could talk himself out of it. He rarely ever sent Max personal pictures. But he did not send personal pictures to anyone else.
He did not want to wait like an eager comment slut for his reply, so Jaejoong got up and undressed, tossing his soiled clothes into his laundry bucket. He moved around the apartment before sitting back at his desk and flipping Shim Changmin’s business card over.
On the back, he’d written in a firm thick stroke of ink, Call me at any time. with his cell number.
Jaejoong wondered if that meant at two in the morning, so he did. He was not surprised when the machine picked up.
He did not know what to leave as a message, so he stuttered, “Um ... hi, this ... Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong. I ... you left me your card. Sorry. I’m not good at shit like this. Fuck, I shouldn’t swear. Fuck. Hell, just ignore this. I did not call. Bye.”
He hung up and put his hands on his flushing cheeks. God, he was such an awkward fuckup sometimes.
Jaejoong read through some of the comments on his newest video, liking the ones that were positive comments about him or the video, and ignoring the more violent and crazy ones about covering him in bruises and pissing all over his face.
He didn’t mind kink, but no thank you to the psycho shit.
A lot of men talked about how much they liked his big red plug. Jaejoong was a bit surprised. He’d thought the metal anal balls would have been their favorite. He was always so stretched wide after he used those.
He ignored the notification that he had a new private message the best he could, but finally he clicked on it.
From Max. Of course.
Another picture, but not of his dick. Of his back, and his ass, and god, he was beautiful. With shadowed skin from ankle to neck. He was curled slightly around a pillow in a green pillowcase, but his face was hidden from view. Jaejoong licked his lips and let his gaze trail over and over his body. God, he looked tall. And so strong. His thigh muscles were no joke, and his arms were bulging a bit in the way that fit men’s muscles bulged when they weren’t flexing. He dragged his finger over the picture. All the way up to the back of his head, wondering what it would be like to tug on it while he laid over him. The caption said, After such an amazing orgasm, we should both be here, lying together, and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Jaejoong’s throat tightened, and he tried not to coo out loud. He failed miserably. Under the sweet message was, (I’m not going to tell you how long it took to get this picture right. Time delay FTW!)
And Jaejoong laughed. Against his better judgement, he practically jumped up from the bed and went to his toy drawer. He pulled out the red plug, dropping it in his haste. He stripped down and positioned himself on the edge of the bed, at just the right angel to show his ass, and then he turned on the video recording. Moaning, he lubed up the plug, and then slipped the toy inside him. He gasped loudly and pulsed around it. Too tight with no prep. He’d thought he’d be okay.
“Oh, god,” he whispered and pulled the toy out with a dirty squelch. He ran the tip around himself and then pushed it back in a few times, stretching his rim with the widest part. He pushed it all the way into himself and then released the toy, just showing off the red base sticking out of his ass. He rolled his hips a few times, clenching and whimpering. God, it was tight. He spread his knees and lowered his face to the bed, knowing from experience that his full cock would be visible between his legs. He curled his hips down, in a quasi-thrust that would have pushed him back onto a dick. His body pulsed around the toy, and he felt precome slip out of his slit.
With another small moan, he crawled across his bed and curled up with his own pillow. He hoped the angle of the camera still showed off his ass. He lay there, breathing for a moment, and then squirmed a little, spreading his legs and lifting his hips with a whimper. He’d only meant to tease himself, for a short video or pictures to send to Max. It took too many brain cells to force himself to stop, to go back to the computer and stop the recording.
He sat on his ass, eyes shutting as the toy was jostled inside him. With slightly blurry vision, he went about editing the video, especially a part near the end where his face was showing. He copied a small clip near the end of his ass in the air, the plug a bright circle of red between his flushed buttcheeks. He moaned in the clip, said, “god, yes,” and then his hips lowered. He did not add any of his normal filters.
While the short video uploaded, Jaejoong edited the rest of it. He’d probably post it tomorrow.
He was shaking when the uploading tone sounded. He did not do this. Not for anyone. But it was Max, and well, he was mostly in love with Max.
He added the caption, “That sounds fucking amazing. Maybe one day ... Although, I’m not really sure we’d actually sleep if we were in the same bed together.”
He hit send before could talk himself out of it.
The reply was almost instant.
My God, babydoll. Which is redundant. Given the chance, I’d worship every single inch of you.
Jaejoong flushed and whimpered, squirming. He turned around again, set his camera to take a picture every half a second and pulled the toy out of his body. His hole was gaping for a few moments and then tightened shut with a deep breath, and then again. It took too many long moments to be calm enough to go through the images. He picked two, one of the toy at its widest point inside his ass, and the other of it out, and his asshole a perfect open circle, shimmering with lube.
He sent them both to Max and said, Inside and out?
Again the response was instant. And over and over again.
Jaejoong groaned and threw himself back onto his bed. God, his dick was so hard.
Fuck it. He reset the camera to record, laid down on his aback, and then scooted close to the laptop so he could pump the plug in and out of his body and jerk himself off. He did not bother to muffle his cries, and he bent his knees and supported his feet on the edge of the bed so he could lift himself up and down on the plug. It stretched him way too much sometimes, but with his mind full of Max’s cock and his sexy body, Jaejoong was eager, open, and gaping enough for even his largest toy. He heard himself murmur something that sounded like Max’s name, but he didn’t care. Not this time. His orgasm was strong and painful, but only painful because he did it himself and didn’t have Max there with him. His whimpers as he pumped out his release sounded like sobs, and he didn’t even try to stop himself from shouting “Max” as he quaked through the pleasure and covered his stomach and hand in his release.
“Shit,” he whispered, holding his dick up and feeling heavy pools drip down toward his balls.
“Definitely going to have to edit that out,” he said to himself.
And then he let his dick go and used his clean hand to pull the plug from his ass and then the dirty hand to play with his stretched opening. He easily slipped all of his fingers into himself, moaning at the dirty squelch the combination of lube and come made. He trailed his finger around the reddened rim for a little bit and then teased himself with the tip of the toy. Back and forth, toy and then fingers. He felt himself clenching, opening and closing, and he loved the feeling of pleasure zinging through his skin.
“Fuck, I’m such a fucking slut,” he said. “Even after that and I want more. I want a dick inside me. A fat load of come all over my slutty hole. Fuck.” Jaejoong slid the toy back inside himself with a groan. He forcibly removed his hand, keeping the toy there, still pulsing around it, and then he brought his hand up to his mouth and made a messy sounding show of licking it clean.
“And a fat load of come in my face and throat.” With one last sign, Jaejoong sat up without taking out the plug and he sat on the bed, his legs off the end, the camera right between them. On the screen was his bright red dick, still dirty with come, and Jaejoong wiped it up with his fingers and licked them clean.
“I’m such a fucking slut for something big inside me. I’ll probably sleep with this inside me.” Jaejoong moaned and rocked his hips back and forth. HIs cock throbbed and another dollop of come dripped from the slit. “Such a fucking slut.”
He fell back to the bed, lifted his legs, gripping behind his knees, and pushed the plug out of his body. It thunked on the padded chest and then fell to the floor. Jaejoong moaned as his body tried to clench around nothing, his channel gaping and wide. He tensed up to show how the muscles clamped shut for a moment and then just opened right back up. He was going to title this post, Ready For More.
---
After three a.m., Jaejoong was finally sliding into bed to sleep. He’d been so wired, heart racing, that he’d just edited and posted that video anyway. God, he was sore, and he was ready to pass out for a few hours.
Then his phone rang. The noise startled him and he fell onto his bed with a gasp and scrambled across the mattress to the nightstand where his phone was.
He didn’t recognize the number at first, and then realized that it was Shim Changmin.
Fuck, Jaejoong should not have called him at two in the morning. Shit. Fucking hell!
Shaking, Jaejoong managed to answer it, and say hello, soft and breathy.
“Hello, beautiful,” Shin Changmin said.
Jaejoong whimpered out loud (he really needed to work on that) and sank back into his bed. “H-hi. Hi.”
Shim Changmin chuckled. “So about that date?”
Jaejoong swallowed. “Um, yes. Yes. Okay.”
“I have to be discreet,” Changmin said carefully. “I’d love to show you off to the world as you deserve but in my work, ... I cannot. I apologize for that in advance.”
Jaejoong made an agreeing noise. In his “work,” he had to be discreet too. He understood. “That’s okay. I ... I understand.”
“How old are you?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong cringed, but stammered, “T-twenty. I ... I was born in 98.”
“I knew you were young, but that young?”
“Um, sorry?”
Changmin chuckled again. “That isn’t a problem, beautiful, at least not to me. What about to you? I’m almost thirty.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened. Shim Changmin had not looked over twenty-five. “N-no. Not a problem. Not for me.”
“Good. It’s getting to be too early in the morning. Are you free for lunch tomorrow?”
Jaejoong had to swallow again. “Yes. Yes, I’m free.”
“At one? There’s a really amazing cafe near the studio that I can meet you at.”
“Studio?”
Changmin chuckled. “You haven’t googled me yet?”
“N-no.”
“You should do that, so you know what you’re getting yourself into. I’ll text you the name and address of the cafe, okay?”
“Y-yeah, yeah okay.”
“See you tomorrow, beautiful. I’m looking forward to it.”
Jaejoong stared at his phone long after the screen went dark, eyes wide, mouth open, still gasping a little bit. And then he flung himself on his back, kicked his legs up in the air, and screamed.
Part 2: Three Dates
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If one of the boys had a amateur porn site, I wouldn't have enough money to even bribe them to be mine for a day.
Summary: Jaejoong runs an amateur porn site. His identity is a secret, but one particular customer has him squealing and masturbating more than usual. He meets Shim Changmin, a famous entertainer, never even thinking that his two worlds were about to collide.
Warnings: Toys, voyeurism, probably a bit of bondage, selling porn online, age gap (10 years), ass gape
Part 1:
TUESDAY
Jaejoong watched the video again, start to finish, from the moment he slipped the tight red briefs over his ass to the last breathless gasp as the long blue dildo slipped from his body, leaving his ass open and slick with lube, pulsing on the screen. Squirming, he moaned as his ass clenched in tandem to the moment on the video that was only a half hour ago. That was his favorite dildo with a long thick shaft and a unproportionately wide head. Well, it was one of his favorite dildos. It was hard to choose.
But Jaejoong had once again been distracted, his eyes glued to his own abused ass, and he had to watch it again to see if he had inadvertently shown his face during the twelve-minute video.
Jaejoong made a few final edits to the video before posting it, including adding his standard voice filters and editing out any personal effects that may have shown on the walls of his room.
During recording, he had fucked himself mostly on his hands and knees, so the viewers had a perfect shot of his ass. He was sometimes embarrassed about his little whimpers and sounds he made when he had a dildo inside of him, but there were lots of comments about how much men liked them.
The only time he was facing the camera was to jerk himself off. He had gotten close to his orgasm and then carefully turned around so his dick was in view instead of his ass. The end of the dildo was obviously visible from between his spread legs as he tugged at his dick. He liked doing that, tightening himself up so much that the dildo stayed inside him. His dick wasn’t large by any means, but again, his viewers loved that, and they loved watching how much he could come with a large dildo inside him.
There were plenty of sick fucks that left comments about covering him in bruises and gagging him with their cocks, using him as just a hole to fuck and use.
But sometimes their comments had him blushing and almost squeeing in eagerness. He once recorded himself reading comments. The camera was not his face like always, but aimed right on his dick so that the viewers could really see which ones made his dick twitch.
Mostly they were the ones that called him adorable and talked about wanting to touch him and pleasure him and make him happy. And he had jerked off afterward, replying to them, about how much he wanted done to him all the things they had said.
In the video, when he had finished coming, he fucked himself with the dildo a few more times, moaning when spunk pulsed from his dick. And he moaned out loud too. He loved watching himself on camera. So many men wanted him. The last thing he did was turn his ass back to the camera and let the dildo slide from him, no hands, the sound dirty and the thunk of the blue dildo loud. He had gripped his own ass, spread himself open and showed off how much he gaped and how the muscles were still pulsing for something inside him.
He was gasping in the video, fingers spinning around his entrance, and he said, “Soon, soon, I’ll have someone again to fill me up and lick at me while I’m so wide open.”
He frowned and thought of editing that out, but decided to leave it. His viewers knew he no longer had a boyfriend since he’d talked about it on his tumblr.
Finally, he uploaded the video. While it loaded, he put some of the screenshots up on his tumblr with a link to his main page. In a caption, he said, “Coming soon! Sometimes I want to jerk off after editing these things. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did and still do!” He added a bunch of hearts and his standard signature, “Always love, from your babydoll.”
With a sigh, he checked the upload progress and left the computer to get ready for his day job, or night job. Well, his real job. He worked at Petals, a high-end restaurant that catered to the young, rich, and beautiful. Technically, he wasn’t old enough to work there by their standards, but the owner Kim Heechul saw him at a cafe making lattes and offered him a job on the spot. Jaejoong was their head host. The job worked much better with his college schedule, letting him take classes during the day and work at night.
Halfway through his before-work beauty procedure, the computer beeped, signaling that the video was uploaded. He took just enough time to add a brief summary of the video before posting it to his website.
My favorite dildo, as you all well know. It is going to have to suffice until I find some gorgeous amazing lover to fuck me over in all the right ways. Question time! I have lots of toys. What’s your favorite? Always love, from your babydoll.
Before he left for work, Jaejoong checked his page, biting his lip and holding his breath. He would never admit out loud that he was waiting for one particular comment from one particular user, but well, he lived alone and there wasn’t anyone else to see him, so he let his hands shake and his breath go wild as he checked his inbox. He was not disappointed, and he let out a little squeal of happiness.
From Maximizer88: How do you end up being more alluring and sexy with every video? You know my favorite toy is that big red plug you have. I will never tire of watching you fuck your hole open, and I will never tire of wanting to be the one that gives you so much pleasure and that holds you close while you recover from it.
Jaejoong’s face flushed and he buried his whimper in his arm.
He almost broke his own No Contacting The Customers! rule about once a week when it came to Maximizer88. Of all his followers, Max is the one that who had been following him the longest, that he knew of anyway. Max was part of Jaejoong’s original tumblr followers and the one that suggested he make his own porn site. No use giving away shit for free when you can earn money off of it, Max had told him.
Max had offered to build him the site, but Jaejoong had declined.
So for almost four years, Jaejoong had been so tempted to give Max his real name, give Max his phone number, give Max ... anything. Max sent him private messages that sometimes included his dick covered in come, and Jaejoong wanted that cock inside him so badly. He was thick and long, veiny and gorgeous. The head was so perfectly shaped, Jaejoong just knew it’d fit into his mouth in all the right places. And his throat. And his ass. God, his ass would suck that thing down on the first try, and if Max was lucky, Jaejoong would never, ever climb off him.
With shaking hands, he replied, “BLUSHING!” and then he key smashed. Because it was Max, and this was ... ugh. Jaejoong was so in love with him and it was horrible.
Max was probably ugly. Like Jaejoong’s videos and pictures, Max’s pictures never showed his face. Just his firm, tight chest and abs, and his thick beautiful cock, and his thighs. Sometimes his firm, muscley ass. God, Max was strong. But he was probably ugly. Knowing Jaejoong’s luck.
Max never overtly mentioned wanting to meet. Max never begged for his phone number. Max never plagued him with questions about his age. Max never asked for a picture of Jaejoong’s face.
Jaejoong had asked him why he didn’t bother him with questions one day, and Max’s reply was, “You’ve chosen privacy, and I respect that. I would not say no if you offered, it’d be nice to have a face to my nightly orgasms, but no. You will do what you will do and I will respect that.”
And Jaejoong had almost sent him one that day.
He wanted to meet Max badly. But he was also not stupid. Max could be crazy. He could be violent. He could be ugly. The caring, perfect persona on the Internet could have easily been fake. Jaejoong assumed that the “88” in Maximizer’s name was his birth year, which made him almost ten years older than Jaejoong. Which meant that as a twenty-six year old, Max had been following a sixteen-year-old kid on tumblr who was begging to have his virgin ass fucked open. Jaejoong did not want to admit that to him. He did not want Max to leave his site, and if he did ever meet in person, he would have to, out of a sense of duty.
Better that Max be but a dream.
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Jaejoong shifted behind his podium. It was nearing one a.m., the night was almost over and the crowd dispersing. He was sore and tired. His morning play session had been longer than he expected and that final position of fucking himself before he orgasned had stretched his arm in a weird way. His asshole was still clenching sometimes and his dick twitched when he thought of Maximizer jerking off to the video. He needed to learn not to make a video when he had to work the same night.
Jaejoong had been hired for his cool blank expression, and that was ruined when he was flushing at remembering the feel of a thick, eight-inch dildo inside him and the echoes of his own moans rattling around his head.
He could not be caught being anything but perfect at this job. Especially if Kim Heechul found out. The man was brilliantly ruthless and if anyone could find Jaejoong’s hidden site and Jaejoong’s connection to it, it was Kim Heechul. The blowback of being known to have a home-made porn site was not worth it. He’d lose his job and probably get kicked out of college, and then his entire life would spiral out of his control.
No one knew that he was “babydoll” except for one person, his ex-boyfriend. Sometimes he wondered if Jang Suwon still watched his videos. He was sure that the man did. He had promised when they broke up that he would not spill his secret.
Jang Suwon hadn’t minded the porn site, and had encouraged him, and even let him put up a few videos of them fucking, of Suwon sliding into his ass and spanking handprints into his skin.
They’d parted when Jaejoong started college. Jang Suwon wanted a pretty slave, a pretty bottom, a pretty submissive, and Jaejoong wanted a career, either in manufacturing engineering or electrical engineering. He didn’t really know yet. He was taking mostly physics and math classes now, to set up a base for his future studies. He’d started his website with the intention of paying his way through college and making it so he didn’t have to suffer later on in life. The job at Petals was really just a cover. He didn’t actually need the money.
Jaejoong also had a tumblr page that was free. He put up images and gifs of himself, and then had a link to his main page that required a subscription. He’d built the website himself, and sometimes he wondered if maybe he shouldn’t be going into computer science and coding instead.
Though maybe he’d just stick with porn. There were so many subscribers to his site that he was able to live extremely comfortably.
As they say, sex sells.
“Hello, beautiful,” a deep voice said near him.
Jaejoong yelped and jumped, spinning to the side.
A tall man stood next to him, a smile widening on his face. Jaejoong remembered seating him and his party, like he could forget someone that was so attractive. He looked familiar, though Jaejoong wasn’t sure why. Maybe he was an actor? A singer?
Jaejoong didn’t watch TV or see movies outside of anime, and he he didn’t pay attention to any idol group outside of SHINee.
The man wore a tailored black suit, black shirt, and a red and black patterned tie. His hair was a little long and styled in fashionable waves on his head. He obviously had a stylist of some sort. His skin looked flawless, and god, he was tall. Taller than Jaejoong anyway, and long legs, firm thighs, the suit so perfect that it just clung in the way that said the man was built like a greek god underneath it.
Jaejoong realized he was staring at the man’s crotch and then looked back up at his eyes and tried not to blush.
“Well that answers that question,” the man said with another disarming smile. “My name is Shim Changmin, and I have about ten more seconds to ask you out on a date before people realize what I am doing.”
Jaejoong’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. “W-what?”
“A date,” Changmin repeated. “I would love to take you on a date.”
Jaejoong glanced around the restaurant, and sure enough, there were interested gazes coming their way.
Shim Changmin must have been famous somehow.
“Um, I ... think ... wait ... I ...”
Changmin chuckled. “I’ll leave my card on the table. Call me with your answer.” And Shim Changmin walked away from him, going back to a table that had two gorgeous women sitting at it. One leaned in just as Shim Changmin sat down and said something harshly to him.
Shim Changmin shook his head and smiled over at Jaejoong, who probably still looked silly with his mouth open and his eyes wide. He was really, really shocked. That was all. Just ... and god, Changmin was gorgeous.
Jaejoong finally turned away, used the podium to keep his knees from collapsing, and tried to concentrate on the last hour of work.
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When Jaejoong got home, he had another message from Maximizer. A private one.
Fourth orgasm of the night. Fuck. Look what you do to me. Would you be a good babydoll and clean me up? And he sent a picture of his rock hard cock absolutely covered in come, with more curling over his fingers, and a thick dollop of it at the slit.
Jaejoong licked his lips and replied, God yes. That looks delicious.
He didn’t hit send though. Wired from work, and with the vision of that gorgeous man in his eyes, Jaejoong pulled out his cock and jerked himself off there on his chair. With Max’s picture in full view, it was easy to come again. He didn’t bother to stop his release from staining his clothes, and it took a few seconds for his hand to settle enough to snap a non-shaky picture of him all covered in come.
He added, What about me? to his message and he sent it to Max before he could talk himself out of it. He rarely ever sent Max personal pictures. But he did not send personal pictures to anyone else.
He did not want to wait like an eager comment slut for his reply, so Jaejoong got up and undressed, tossing his soiled clothes into his laundry bucket. He moved around the apartment before sitting back at his desk and flipping Shim Changmin’s business card over.
On the back, he’d written in a firm thick stroke of ink, Call me at any time. with his cell number.
Jaejoong wondered if that meant at two in the morning, so he did. He was not surprised when the machine picked up.
He did not know what to leave as a message, so he stuttered, “Um ... hi, this ... Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong. I ... you left me your card. Sorry. I’m not good at shit like this. Fuck, I shouldn’t swear. Fuck. Hell, just ignore this. I did not call. Bye.”
He hung up and put his hands on his flushing cheeks. God, he was such an awkward fuckup sometimes.
Jaejoong read through some of the comments on his newest video, liking the ones that were positive comments about him or the video, and ignoring the more violent and crazy ones about covering him in bruises and pissing all over his face.
He didn’t mind kink, but no thank you to the psycho shit.
A lot of men talked about how much they liked his big red plug. Jaejoong was a bit surprised. He’d thought the metal anal balls would have been their favorite. He was always so stretched wide after he used those.
He ignored the notification that he had a new private message the best he could, but finally he clicked on it.
From Max. Of course.
Another picture, but not of his dick. Of his back, and his ass, and god, he was beautiful. With shadowed skin from ankle to neck. He was curled slightly around a pillow in a green pillowcase, but his face was hidden from view. Jaejoong licked his lips and let his gaze trail over and over his body. God, he looked tall. And so strong. His thigh muscles were no joke, and his arms were bulging a bit in the way that fit men’s muscles bulged when they weren’t flexing. He dragged his finger over the picture. All the way up to the back of his head, wondering what it would be like to tug on it while he laid over him. The caption said, After such an amazing orgasm, we should both be here, lying together, and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Jaejoong’s throat tightened, and he tried not to coo out loud. He failed miserably. Under the sweet message was, (I’m not going to tell you how long it took to get this picture right. Time delay FTW!)
And Jaejoong laughed. Against his better judgement, he practically jumped up from the bed and went to his toy drawer. He pulled out the red plug, dropping it in his haste. He stripped down and positioned himself on the edge of the bed, at just the right angel to show his ass, and then he turned on the video recording. Moaning, he lubed up the plug, and then slipped the toy inside him. He gasped loudly and pulsed around it. Too tight with no prep. He’d thought he’d be okay.
“Oh, god,” he whispered and pulled the toy out with a dirty squelch. He ran the tip around himself and then pushed it back in a few times, stretching his rim with the widest part. He pushed it all the way into himself and then released the toy, just showing off the red base sticking out of his ass. He rolled his hips a few times, clenching and whimpering. God, it was tight. He spread his knees and lowered his face to the bed, knowing from experience that his full cock would be visible between his legs. He curled his hips down, in a quasi-thrust that would have pushed him back onto a dick. His body pulsed around the toy, and he felt precome slip out of his slit.
With another small moan, he crawled across his bed and curled up with his own pillow. He hoped the angle of the camera still showed off his ass. He lay there, breathing for a moment, and then squirmed a little, spreading his legs and lifting his hips with a whimper. He’d only meant to tease himself, for a short video or pictures to send to Max. It took too many brain cells to force himself to stop, to go back to the computer and stop the recording.
He sat on his ass, eyes shutting as the toy was jostled inside him. With slightly blurry vision, he went about editing the video, especially a part near the end where his face was showing. He copied a small clip near the end of his ass in the air, the plug a bright circle of red between his flushed buttcheeks. He moaned in the clip, said, “god, yes,” and then his hips lowered. He did not add any of his normal filters.
While the short video uploaded, Jaejoong edited the rest of it. He’d probably post it tomorrow.
He was shaking when the uploading tone sounded. He did not do this. Not for anyone. But it was Max, and well, he was mostly in love with Max.
He added the caption, “That sounds fucking amazing. Maybe one day ... Although, I’m not really sure we’d actually sleep if we were in the same bed together.”
He hit send before could talk himself out of it.
The reply was almost instant.
My God, babydoll. Which is redundant. Given the chance, I’d worship every single inch of you.
Jaejoong flushed and whimpered, squirming. He turned around again, set his camera to take a picture every half a second and pulled the toy out of his body. His hole was gaping for a few moments and then tightened shut with a deep breath, and then again. It took too many long moments to be calm enough to go through the images. He picked two, one of the toy at its widest point inside his ass, and the other of it out, and his asshole a perfect open circle, shimmering with lube.
He sent them both to Max and said, Inside and out?
Again the response was instant. And over and over again.
Jaejoong groaned and threw himself back onto his bed. God, his dick was so hard.
Fuck it. He reset the camera to record, laid down on his aback, and then scooted close to the laptop so he could pump the plug in and out of his body and jerk himself off. He did not bother to muffle his cries, and he bent his knees and supported his feet on the edge of the bed so he could lift himself up and down on the plug. It stretched him way too much sometimes, but with his mind full of Max’s cock and his sexy body, Jaejoong was eager, open, and gaping enough for even his largest toy. He heard himself murmur something that sounded like Max’s name, but he didn’t care. Not this time. His orgasm was strong and painful, but only painful because he did it himself and didn’t have Max there with him. His whimpers as he pumped out his release sounded like sobs, and he didn’t even try to stop himself from shouting “Max” as he quaked through the pleasure and covered his stomach and hand in his release.
“Shit,” he whispered, holding his dick up and feeling heavy pools drip down toward his balls.
“Definitely going to have to edit that out,” he said to himself.
And then he let his dick go and used his clean hand to pull the plug from his ass and then the dirty hand to play with his stretched opening. He easily slipped all of his fingers into himself, moaning at the dirty squelch the combination of lube and come made. He trailed his finger around the reddened rim for a little bit and then teased himself with the tip of the toy. Back and forth, toy and then fingers. He felt himself clenching, opening and closing, and he loved the feeling of pleasure zinging through his skin.
“Fuck, I’m such a fucking slut,” he said. “Even after that and I want more. I want a dick inside me. A fat load of come all over my slutty hole. Fuck.” Jaejoong slid the toy back inside himself with a groan. He forcibly removed his hand, keeping the toy there, still pulsing around it, and then he brought his hand up to his mouth and made a messy sounding show of licking it clean.
“And a fat load of come in my face and throat.” With one last sign, Jaejoong sat up without taking out the plug and he sat on the bed, his legs off the end, the camera right between them. On the screen was his bright red dick, still dirty with come, and Jaejoong wiped it up with his fingers and licked them clean.
“I’m such a fucking slut for something big inside me. I’ll probably sleep with this inside me.” Jaejoong moaned and rocked his hips back and forth. HIs cock throbbed and another dollop of come dripped from the slit. “Such a fucking slut.”
He fell back to the bed, lifted his legs, gripping behind his knees, and pushed the plug out of his body. It thunked on the padded chest and then fell to the floor. Jaejoong moaned as his body tried to clench around nothing, his channel gaping and wide. He tensed up to show how the muscles clamped shut for a moment and then just opened right back up. He was going to title this post, Ready For More.
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After three a.m., Jaejoong was finally sliding into bed to sleep. He’d been so wired, heart racing, that he’d just edited and posted that video anyway. God, he was sore, and he was ready to pass out for a few hours.
Then his phone rang. The noise startled him and he fell onto his bed with a gasp and scrambled across the mattress to the nightstand where his phone was.
He didn’t recognize the number at first, and then realized that it was Shim Changmin.
Fuck, Jaejoong should not have called him at two in the morning. Shit. Fucking hell!
Shaking, Jaejoong managed to answer it, and say hello, soft and breathy.
“Hello, beautiful,” Shin Changmin said.
Jaejoong whimpered out loud (he really needed to work on that) and sank back into his bed. “H-hi. Hi.”
Shim Changmin chuckled. “So about that date?”
Jaejoong swallowed. “Um, yes. Yes. Okay.”
“I have to be discreet,” Changmin said carefully. “I’d love to show you off to the world as you deserve but in my work, ... I cannot. I apologize for that in advance.”
Jaejoong made an agreeing noise. In his “work,” he had to be discreet too. He understood. “That’s okay. I ... I understand.”
“How old are you?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong cringed, but stammered, “T-twenty. I ... I was born in 98.”
“I knew you were young, but that young?”
“Um, sorry?”
Changmin chuckled again. “That isn’t a problem, beautiful, at least not to me. What about to you? I’m almost thirty.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened. Shim Changmin had not looked over twenty-five. “N-no. Not a problem. Not for me.”
“Good. It’s getting to be too early in the morning. Are you free for lunch tomorrow?”
Jaejoong had to swallow again. “Yes. Yes, I’m free.”
“At one? There’s a really amazing cafe near the studio that I can meet you at.”
“Studio?”
Changmin chuckled. “You haven’t googled me yet?”
“N-no.”
“You should do that, so you know what you’re getting yourself into. I’ll text you the name and address of the cafe, okay?”
“Y-yeah, yeah okay.”
“See you tomorrow, beautiful. I’m looking forward to it.”
Jaejoong stared at his phone long after the screen went dark, eyes wide, mouth open, still gasping a little bit. And then he flung himself on his back, kicked his legs up in the air, and screamed.
Part 2: Three Dates
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