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Hoseok’s waiting in a cage in his new home. Just a day before he was with his father, who, unfortunately, has sold him off.

He's all out of tears as one of his six owners approaches the cage and crouches down in front of it. “Hungry?” Yoongi asks with a slight tilt of his head. The calf’s lower lip quivers as he slowly nods. They've been kind to him so far, ignoring the whole cage thing. At least he has a mat and blanket to lay on, so it's not all terrible. Yoongi's gone to get the boy some food, leaving him alone again. The others pass by the cage, though they hardly acknowledge Hoseok's existence, laughing and chit-chatting with one another. Hoseok's thankful for this. He's still heavily uncomfortable and bothered by everything. He softly sighs as he finds a comfortable position to curl up in, throwing the blanket over his small figure, though his tail pokes out.

When Yoongi returns, he's asleep. Yoongi's lip curls in annoyance. He sits the dog bowl down, then begins jostling the wire enclosure.

Hoseok wakes with a jump. “Here,” Yoongi says simply, opening the cage to sit the bowl full of sliced fruit next to the boy. Hoseok hesitates, glancing up at the man, then back down at the pet bowl. “Whenever you're ready,” Yoongi shrugs, backing away from the enclosure. Hoseok begins to nibble on a slice of pineapple. Three sticky-sweet slices in, and there's another figure looming over him. 

“Yoongi left you something nice, huh?” Namjoon casually says, nodding towards the bowl. Hoseok stays still, “you'll get used to things around here. We're not as bad as you might think.” Joon gives a soft, but predatory smile. “You'll figure it out, and,” his smile drops, “you'll learn to behave.” he says in an eerily calm tone before walking off. 

The sweetness of the fruit sours on his tongue at that. His appetite fades all together. He ends up wrapped in the blanket in the corner of his cage, his eyes closed as he tries to imagine himself anywhere but here. Unsurprisingly, he falls asleep again. This time though, he's awoken by Yoongi pulling him out of the cage, “come on, it's time for a bath,” Hoseok yawns, and holds onto the older, his legs weak and wobbly. 

He's led to the bathroom, the tub already half-full with perfectly warm water. “Get in,” Yoongi orders, his tone leaving no room for arguments. Hoseok squeezes the blanket covering his body, “Don't make me repeat myself,” Yoongi says softly, though there's a lingering sharpness behind his words. With trembling hands, Hoseok obeys, dropping the blanket. He steps into the water and sits, Yoongi watching him carefully. He rolls his sleeves up and retrieves a washcloth from a stack by the door. 

He dips it in the water and laves it over the boy with clinical precision. “You have a nice body,” he hums, running the towel down one of Hoseok's smooth legs. “Thank you…” he mumbles, silently shocked by the compliment. Yoongi starts cleaning between the calf's thighs, rubbing the rough-textured cloth between his folds and against his little clit. There's a sharp intake of air from Hoseok, “hush.” Yoongi continues to rub the towel on his clit, watching how Hoseok's hips jerk and how wide his eyes get. “Wait– wait ,” he chokes, grabbing for Yoongi's wrist, but before contact is made, Yoongi's hand has retreated. 

“That's enough,” Yoongi stands, “get out and dry off. There's clothes on top of your cage.” He tosses the washcloth in the hamper on his way out. Getting out the tub, Hoseok finds a large towel and wraps himself in it. He leaves wet footprints behind on the cold floor as he walks out the bathroom and to the edge of the kitchen. He gives himself a short wipe down, then folds the damp towel and places it atop the cage. Next to it are clean clothes:

A pair of latex shorts and a tiny little top. There's a black collar with a cowbell hanging on it that matches. 

Hoseok finds it confusing as to why they'd dress him up just to have him get back in this cage. Regardless, he pulls the clothes on and crawls back into his enclosure. The house seems empty now. He could roam, though he doesn't want to imagine what kind of punishment would be in store for him if he disobeyed so quickly. Soon he hears footsteps approaching, it's Yoongi again. He kneels down and locks the cage, “sleep tight.” 

Hoseok tries, but he tosses and turns. Yesterday, he had the same issue. A soft, frustrated ‘moo’ leaves him. He lies still until a dreamless rest overtakes him. 

a kick to his cage a couple hours later wakes him with a jolt.

It's just Namjoon. He's standing there in his robe, toothbrush in his mouth. He takes it out for a moment to speak, “it's unlocked, come wash-up.” he says with sleep still evident in his voice. Hoseok nods, pushing the wire door open and getting out. Today, Hoseok's chest is a little larger than it was yesterday. Joon drags him to the bathroom by the arm, his little bell jingling the whole way. Hoseok stands to the side while Joon finishes brushing his teeth. Once done, he reaches into the medicine cabinet and takes out a packaged toothbrush. It's pink and princess themed. 

Joon opens it and puts just a dollop of mint toothpaste on the bristles. 

Hoseok stands in front of Joon with his mouth open, the man brushing his teeth for him. A firm hand holding his throat. He spits when Joon tells him to, “stick out your tongue,” and he obeys again without fault. He gags when the brush nears the back of his throat. An agitated sigh from Joon signals the end, “you’d better be able to keep your sick down, when it matters at least,” he lowly laughs.

Hoseok soon finds out just what Joon meant.

Hours later, Hoseok is doing his best to hold his bile down. Yoongi's cock is prodding the back of his throat, “since you've been good thus far, I won't make you swallow the whole thing–though, you won't get so lucky with the others.” Hoseok's eyes are watering, “tighten your lips– suck ,” Yoongi gives him some direction. Hoseok takes a deep breath, then puts Yoongi's advice to use. “Remind me to get your uvula removed, wouldn't want you getting punished for not being able to keep your food down, hm?” It's almost sweet. 

“You have to suck harder , move your tongue.”

Hoseok's jaw is starting to hurt.

“If you tried harder, we'd be done by now.”

Hoseok rubs his tongue over Yoongi's pisshole.

“Ah–that’s it,” Yoongi breathes, pleasantly surprised by the increase in effort. The calf swirls its tongue around the man's cock head, finally catching on. He then laps at his sensitive urethra until Yoongi's holding him there, stifled groans leaving him as he spills in the boy's mouth. 

Hoseok's left alone for the rest of the day, being allowed to sit on the couch now.

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Namjoon wakes, and brushes his teeth for him, then Yoongi comes and bathes him again.  

“I think you'll really like the outfit Koo picked out for you,” he grins, running the washcloth over Hoseok's shoulders. “If you do good today, you won't have to sleep in that cage anymore,” Yoongi tells him with a stroke of the cheek. “Really?” Hoseok perks up, his spotted ears following along. You've got to celebrate the small things when in a predicament like this.

“Really, but only if you're good . Behave .”

Hoseok nods with determination. He can be good! 

He's been behaving so far. How hard could it possibly be?

After getting out and drying himself off, Hoseok puts on the dress left out for him. He winces when the fabric touches his nipples. It's about that time.

He's invited to the couch after leaving the bathroom. When he goes to sit on one of the dark green cushions, Namjoon stops him, “here,” he says, patting his lap. The others snicker, except for Yoongi, who's on the brink of falling back asleep. Jungkook moves from one couch to the other to sit beside Joon, “can you talk?” he asks the calf. “ yes ,” Hoseok softly says, rather than nodding. Without warning, Joon pulls the top part of Hoseok's dress down, his tiny breasts now exposed. “You're making milk already?” Joon teases, flicking one the younger’s leaky nipples. Hoseok gasps, they're sensitive and ready to be emptied. Koo takes his index finger and swipes up a droplet, then brings it to his mouth. 

“Well?” Joon looks expectantly at Koo, “it's too sweet,” he answers, rubbing his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “It'll mellow out when he gets older,” Joon says matter-of-factly. He then latches onto one of the boy's swollen nubs, eliciting a high-pitched whine that trails into a breathy ‘moo’. Hoseok involuntarily starts grinding down on Joon's lap, uncontrollably moo’ing. Koo joins in, slurping on the calf's other nipple, even though he's not fond of the taste. Hoseok sobs out, experiencing his first orgasm. His wetness gets on Joon's thighs as they haven't, and most likely never will provide him with underwear. 

The two men stop, and Joon pushes Jungkook away, “you can have your turn later.” he hisses, and Koo rolls his eyes, moving back to the other sofa.

Joon opens his robe, a pair of tight boxers underneath. He keeps one hand on Hoseok's hip, using his other to get his cock out. “You know what this is for, don't you? I know you helped Yoongi with his yesterday, with your mouth,” Joon slides Hoseok's dress up, “it's for, um, babies?” The calf shrugs, unsure of his answer. “Aren't you smart?” Joon dryly chides, a slight grimace going across his face. “Well, we won't be making any babies just yet–it’s just for…for fun ; to feel good.”

“um, okay,” Hoseok's a little confused. Feel good? His parents nor teacher ever mentioned that sex would feel good . 

Joon puts both hands on Hoseok's hips, then lifts him over his cock. He carefully lowers the boy, steadily pressing against his moist hole. Hoseok whines when Joon pops in. It stings, but he keeps his complaints quiet for now. He's pushed down inch-by-inch until Joon's fully inside of him. It feels strange. it doesn't hurt, it's just…strange. There's a bump in his tummy where Joon is buried. Joon exhales through his nose, the younger's cunt squeezing him like no other has. Rather than sliding Hoseok up and down, he grinds the boy around on his cock, swirling up his sticky insides.

Hoseok grips onto the man's shoulders, his mouth open in shock. This sensation has gone from strange to a pleasure unlike anything he's ever felt. Could it get much better than this ?

Maybe this tragic situation isn't all so bad if this is what it entails. 

Hoseok cums quick, a shuddering breath being the give away. He expects Joon to stop like he did before, but he keeps his hands on his hips, only moving Hoseok with more urgency. Joon opens his mouth only to let out a low, guttural sound, then his mouth is all over Hoseok's. The younger mewls, his tongue getting furiously attacked, along with his cervix. Joon jabs the back of Hoseok's throat with his tongue, dragging it across his palate, then entangling their tongues once more. Hoseok doesn't know why, but since they've started kissing, the warmth spread across and inside his cunt has noticeably increased. 

Jungkook's watching with jealousy pooling in his gut. He distracts himself by looking over at Seokjin’s phone.

Joon breaks the kiss, a line of saliva connecting the breathless two. Hoseok moos, starting to move his hips himself, his bell loudly jingling. Joon's hands grab his sweaty waist, pleased with the boy's change in behavior. “Almost,” Joon raggedly breathes. The calf moans, a thin, wavering sound.

Suddenly, Joon's holding him still. Hoseok shakily gasps at the liquid warmth painting his insides. Joon lays his head back on the couch with a huff. Seconds later, Joon fixes the calf's dress. “All done,” he rubs him on the head. Joon helps Hoseok off his cock, then tucks it back in, tying his robe and sinking down on the couch. 

Hoseok sits beside the man in shock. His pussy is still throbbing. Joon stopped just as he was on the verge of his second orgasm. 

Eventually one of the men, Taehyung rises from his spot with a yawn, “I'll start breakfast,” he speaks with a hint of annoyance. He shuffles to kitchen, the smell and sizzle of oil permeates the air about 20 minutes later. Hoseok tries not to get his hopes up. They probably won't allow him to eat that . He silently sighs, turning his eyes to the television. It's the morning news, and for a boy his age, it's quite boring. When Tae calls them to eat, Hoseok nearly gets up, but stops himself. Realizing this, Yoongi snatches him up by the wrist, “you aren't a slave, you know?” He scoffs. 

Hoseok anxiously sits at the table. Tae prepares the boy a plate, everyone else fills their own. 

Before Hoseok can take a bite, he's being spoken to.

“Why so quiet?” Taehyung asks as he spreads jelly on a crispy slice of toast. Hoseok shrugs, “I don't know.” he stares at his steaming plate. “I've only heard you cry and moan so far, do you really not have anything to say?” Tae continues, smearing butter and jelly on another slice of toast. 

“How do you like it here?” Seokjin chimes in with a warm smile, “hopefully Joon hasn't been too mean to you!” Another shrug from Hoseok, “he– he made me feel good.” is meekly said. 

“...Cute,” Jin beams, shutting up. 

Noon comes with a low, needy mewl. 

It's shushed.

Again already, Hoseok's pussy is full. He isn't getting fucked or anything, just…sitting there. He's in bed with Jungkook, the adult’s cock buried in to the hilt while they watch a movie on his laptop together. “Stay quiet,” Koo whispers when the younger takes in a shaky breath. He idly squeezes one of the little cow’s tits, his eyes never leaving his laptop screen. Hoseok's cunt is aching, a frustrated frown on his face. He attempts to watch the movie again, but Koo readjusts, making his dick rub against Hoseok's walls. 

The boy holds a hand over his mouth as he cums again . 

“It's almost over,” Koo quietly says. 

When the movie ends, Hoseok is allowed up.

Until dinner comes, he spends time watching TV, lying on the rug. Everyone except for Yoongi and Jungkook are at work, so it's quiet for the most part. 

Feeling overly satisfied, Hoseok falls asleep on the soft rug. 

Sometime later, he's getting softly nudged in the side by a foot. “Seokie?” It's Jin. He's wearing a plain white T-shirt with black sweatpants. He changed out of his scrubs just minutes ago. 

“Hm?” Hoseok lifts his head, the scent of something salty reaches his nose, “food,” Jin says, shaking a bag as if he's calling a cat. 

Back in the kitchen, Hoseok's taking a big bite out of a burger, “I wasn't sure if you'd be okay eating… beef ,” Jin awkwardly laughs. It's just the two of them as it's late now, almost 2AM. “It's okay!” Hoseok says with a mouthful of the savory, onion-loaded burger. It's only his third day here, but he feels comfortable already, especially since he won't have to stay in that cage anymore.

After licking the sauce off his fingers, “where am I sleeping?” is what the calf asks next. “With me, unless you want to sleep in the couch,” Jin offers since the others are most likely asleep.

Hoseok settles on sleeping with Jin, he's, admittedly, scared of the dark. It was scary for the last two nights he slept in that cage alone. Back home, he still slept in the bed between his parents. 

He bins the burger wrapper and bag, then follows Seokjin to his room. It's upstairs. He hasn't been up there yet. 

In bed, Hoseok cuddles up to Jin's chest. It doesn't take long for him to drift off to sleep, the warm embrace of another lulling him.

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Hoseok awakes in Jin's arms, currently getting carried downstairs. “Well, hi, sleepyhead,” Jin softly chuckles. “I noticed the mess between your legs,” he says as they reach the bottom of the staircase. He looks away from the younger for a moment, an amused exhale leaving him. Not only is Joon's dried seed between Hoseok's thighs, but as of this morning, Jin's own cum as well. He couldn't help himself.

He'd woken up with a nagging erection, and Hoseok was splayed out beside him with his dress hiked up. Jin took this chance to gently spread the calf's legs, and slide his sweats down. He then did the obvious, and jerked off at the sight of the cow's adorable little snatch. He came right on it , and for just a while, was able to go back to sleep.

It's five and the others don't usually get up until nine or ten. 

Jin sits him on one of the couches, then goes to draw him a bath. He makes sure the water is just warm enough while Hoseok struggles to stay awake on the sofa. He plays with his hands and nearly passes back out. Luckily, Jin retrieves him at the right time. 

In the bathroom, Hoseok sluggishly undresses and sinks into the steaming water. He closes his eyes as Jin starts bathing him. The man hums a soft tune while washing the boy. It's hot in the enclosed room, sweat beads on Jin's forehead, his face taking on a light pink tint. His humming stops when he squeezes the towel out and tosses it in the hamper, “I'll get you some clothes, just be dry by the time I'm back.” It'd be so nice just to go back to sleep.

Hoseok sulks out of the bath and lazily dries his body. He sits on the bath mat with his back against the basin, towel wrapped around his damp frame as he waits. On the verge of unconsciousness again, Jin jostles him, a pastel yellow nightgown thrown over his forearm. “You can go back to bed after slipping this on,” Jin drops the piece of clothing on Hoseok's knees. 

Jin returns to bed by himself.

Looking down, Hoseok grumbles to himself at how short it is. His privates are just out . At least it's cute. 

He trudges out and back upstairs to join Jin in bed. He's out as soon as he makes contact with the bed, drooling on the wrinkled sheet.

Later on in the morning, all seven of them are having breakfast. They leave Hoseok alone this time, focused on eating.

Things aren't peaceful for very long.

Come afternoon, Hoseok's got Taehyung’s cock down his throat. Not only that, but they're on the back porch. It's fenced off, but still exciting nonetheless. Tae's in a brown deck chair, the younger down on his knees, gagging between his legs. “Weather’s nice today, isn't it?” Tae asks, taking a sip of his ice cold lemonade after. Hoseok isn't supposed to answer, his mouth is already doing what it's supposed to in this situation. Jimin peeks out the sliding door, sunglasses atop his head, “having fun?” He asks with a teasing smirk, stepping out. 

“Not really, he's awful at this, y'know?” Tae hikes his shoulders. “Good thing you've got his mouth then,” Jimin quips, walking around behind Hoseok. He bends his knees and pulls the calf's lower half up so he's in doggy. “Can't believe Jinnie has you walking around with your goods out like this ,” Jimin playfully tsks, humping Hoseok's bare ass. A muffled whine comes out around Tae's cock when Jimin's slid into their plaything’s pussy. Of course, Hoseok's tummy gets pushed out by the man's girthy dick.

Hoseok's eyes roll back as he gets taken from both ends. Jimin's fucking him like dog, wet slaps filling the previously serene silence. Jimin grabs his breasts and squeezes , milk stains and seeps through the thin gown fabric. Seokie even squirts, his inexperienced body overwhelmed by the assault. Tae eventually pushes his mouth off his cock, seeing as how he's so distracted from getting his cervix rammed into. With his mouth free, loud moans spill out. 

Taehyung begins jerking off, dick aimed at Hoseok's lewd face. 

“I'm gonna–!” Hoseok doesn't even know what it's called, “it's–” he keens, Jimin grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. He speeds up, slick gushing and oozing out around him. The calf goes silent, nothing but heaving breaths spilling out as he's pushed over the edge with a yelp. He grits his teeth as Jimin continues raping him, fucking all his sense away. Hoseok's face is suddenly coated in Tae's spunk with no warning, some landing on his flailing tongue. 

Hoseok sobs. Jimin's released his hold on the boy's hair and instead grabs his wrists, holding them behind his back. “You could've waited a little longer!” Jimin scolds Hoseok as he pisses on his cock, “hnh, sorry?” Seokie pants. It's not his fault, Jimin's cock was stabbing his bladder! 

Finally, Jimin cums, filling up Hoseok's small womb. He returns the favor too, by pissing inside. 

The younger collapses when Jimin releases him and stands. He goes back inside, only stopping to pat Tae on the shoulder halfway in. 

Nothing interesting happens for the remainder of the day.

Hoseok spends the night in Taehyung's bed.

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“Already?” Yoongi asks with feigned surprise at the sight of Hoseok between Jungkook and Seokjin on the couch. 

Jin's hair is wrapped in a towel and he only has on a pair of  jeans, which are halfway down his legs. Unlike Jimin, he's a lot gentler with his thrusts, but Koo is fucking the boy's face with a raw fervor. Oral-wise, Hoseok's skill is increasing. If he were to get his throat used like this three days ago, he would've vomited for sure. When he finds the time, he'll thank Yoongi for the warning and small lesson he provided. 

“Hurry up ,” Jimin whines to Koo, leaning over the back of the sofa. “I'm- I'm trying ,” Jungkook breathlessly replies, raking his fingers through his damp, jet-black strands. He tugs on Hoseok's hair as he cums. Straight down his throat, so there's no issue with swallowing. Jimin climbs over the couch and shoves Jungkook back, replacing the vacancy in Hoseok's aching throat. Like yesterday, Jimin's just as ruthless as he was then. He only pulls out an inch or two, rutting into the calf's wet face. Hoseok feels indescribably relieved when Jin finishes. Now, he can focus on using his mouth properly, even with Jimin's aggression. 

The clock just hit noon and Hoseok's getting dressed at last. Yoongi couldn't be bothered to give him a proper bath, simply wiping a soapy towel between his legs and leaving it at that. 

Today's dress is longer than yesterday's, yet somehow more revealing. Due to its sheer nature and heart-shaped keyhole cut over Hoseok's chest, there would be essentially no difference if he wore nothing. 

Namjoon approaches him, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, a small box in one hand and a short bottle in the other. “Bend over,” is the only command he gives.

Hoseok does as he's told and lifts his dress while bending over the coffee table. His breath hitches when he feels something cold dripping down between his cheeks. Joon spreads the clear liquid around with his fingers, then presses two fingers against the boy's pucker. “Push,” Joon instructs, never letting up. The calf chokes when the digits delve into him, then spread, scissoring him open. It's uncomfortable at first, but eventually, a warmth starts to form in his cunt. 

“You like this ,” and it's phrased like a question, though it's not. Hoseok's little cunthole has a string of clear grool hanging out of it. He keeps quiet until Joon's fingers are removed, and something else is pressing into his slimy hole. It's cold and increases in thickness halfway in, stretching him wider than Joon's fingers did. A meek whimper escapes Hoseok when it's fully inside, lube leaking out from under the flared base. 

Namjoon pulls his dress back down, “that's all,” and Hoseok looks at him confused, “is this s’posed to just- just stay in my,” he blushes, “ butt ?” Hoseok finally spits. Joon dryly laughs at the boy's immature word usage, “yeah, keep it inside, be a good boy.” 

The object in his ass keeps a bothersome ache going in his clit. Sitting on the couch, he squeezes his thighs together, his wetness staining the green fabric. It seems he's alone now, Joon left to go run some errands, so it won't hurt to just–

He's humping his palm, his other hand squeezing one of his slightly swollen breasts. 

he won't stick his fingers, no, that might get him in trouble. He feels as if he's taking a big risk by doing this already, but he's just so wet. A stifled groan comes out when his hole clenches around the plug. It's really good . He wishes one of his owners was fucking him right now, getting slutty, watery ‘moos’ out of him. 

Wait, what?

He freezes at the thought. 

He wants what?

Hoseok should still be crying, heartbroken over being sold by his parents, but instead his lusting over these men. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to make himself feel any kind of sorrow, but all he feels is the steady throb in his pussy.

There's not really anything he can do about this, so he throws his shame away for the moment and continues pleasuring himself. 

A shuddering cry leaves him at his peak. 

He wipes his hand off on his thigh, disgust almost creeps up on him, but he swats the icky feeling away. 

“Seokie?” 

Hoseok quickly turns his head in the direction of the voice. It's Seokjin.

“Hi,” Hoseok gently says, genuinely happy at seeing the man, a small smile coming across his face. “Joon texted me, told me to come check on you,” Jin explains, taking a seat beside the younger. “something about a toy,” Jin holds in a laugh. “Right,” the boy turns his back to the older, and bends over the armrest, then lifts his see-through dress. “What a sight, I'm sure Joon won't mind if I just–” Jin starts pulling on the base of the toy, licking his lips as it slides out. The calf's hole tries to grip down on every slick inch of the crystal plug. A glob of lube drips from the twitching, slightly gaping orifice. 

“It's better if I stretch you here,” Jin teases the hole with a thumb, “my friends can be careless and rough.” Hoseok agrees with a silent nod. His scalp is still sore from Jimin pulling on his hair yesterday. And this morning, it seemed Jungkook was trying to kill him via suffocation by cock. Jin's been the gentlest so far.

Seokjin wouldn't want his housemates taking Hoseok's anal virginity. They'd really rape him, leave him crying and bleeding. Like this, the boy is at least prepped and’ll be stretched enough so their ministrations won't be as damaging or painful. Slowly, Jin penetrates him. He has to shush Hoseok's uncomfortable whimpers with sweet words, but even his voice is strained. It's tight . And practically sucking him in . Jin holds in a groan when he bottoms out, Hoseok's rim choking the base of his cock.

A minute passes.

Jin starts moving, Hoseok's voice high and pitiful on every thrust into his wet hole. “D’ya like it?” Jin questions, getting a quick answer in the form of a panted ‘ uh-huh . ’

Hoseok would've never imagined having something up there would feel even remotely good. He starts moving his hips back to meet Jin's thrusts that gradually increase in speed. A soft moan comes before Hoseok's untouched cunt is gushing on the cushion below. He sucks in his bottom lip, looking back at Seokjin with a lustful grin. Jin returns the grin, now grinding into the smaller’s ass. His cock twitches for a second before spurting hot cum all over the boy's rectum. Jin pulls out, breathless as he observes the mess he's made of Seokie’s hole.

This calls for a bath.

Seokjin bathes him just before the others get home, then he leaves for work.

Joon checks Hoseok's ass, initially looking pleased at with seemingly unmoved plug. Later on, Joon calls Jin on his break, and as expected, gets confirmation that Seokjin did fuck him.

The night is spent with Hoseok being Jungkook’s little spoon, nothing can ever be innocent with them, so of course Seokie is filled with his cock.

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Hoseok wakes to Jungkook leisurely fucking him, his arms tight around the boy's waist. He's still half-asleep, though he's too hard to even think about going back to sleep.

When that's done, Koo rolls away from him and is soon loudly snoring again. Hoseok's tits are swelling again, so he creeps out of the bed and room to the bathroom to take care of himself. He looks his body over in the mirror, then gently gropes his chest. He applies pressure until his nipples are dripping with his sweet milk. From there he pinches his puffy nubs, having to hold in what would've been a guttural moan. Down between his thighs, wetness is forming–it’s so odd, the things that happen to his body. Before coming here, he had no idea he could feel this good. He didn't even start producing milk until Joon had taken his virginity. 

He rubs and tugs on his drippy nipples until he's cumming, slick sliding down his inner legs. His clit thrums enough for him to decide to keep going.

He moves his hands to his sopping pussy, rubbing his clit with the heel of his palm until a jet of slick is forced from his insides. He stops holding his sounds in, his brain feeling too good to do so anymore. Soon, he's got three fingers buried in his cunt and another two in his mouth, gurgled moans spilling out around his thrusting digits.

He freezes someone appears behind him in the mirror. 

“Couldn't wait?” Yoongi Laughs, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, “am I–in trouble?” Hoseok asks, covering his chest.

“Trouble? Why would you be in trouble? ” Yoonie comes closer with his hands, “because I…touched myself…?” Hoseok awkwardly shrugs, eyes shifting from side-to-side. “Anyways, you'd better get dressed; there's clothes for you in my dresser, go pick something out.” Hoseok slides past him, softly thanking the man. He's not been to Yoongi’s room yet, so he peeks around until he finds it. He goes through the drawers of the older”s dresser as he was instructed ‘til he finds the one with ‘his’ clothes. It's nothing appropriate. Everything's too revealing, at least for the public eye. “Gosh,” he says, pulling out a piece of lingerie. Much less transparent than it was yesterday, and white. 

He slides it over this head, then checks himself out in Yoongi's full body mirror. He's okay with it. His creativity is limited.

When he enters the front room, Yoongi and Taehyung are playing some fighting game on the TV. He sits on the other couch, opposite of them, watching as they playfully bicker game after game. 

Distracted by his thoughts, Hoseok's given a small scare when Taehyung taps his shoulder, holding his controller out. “Wanna play?” He offers with a warm smile. With a slow nod, Hoseok accepts. For his fighter, he picks a character named John Goodman. Tae sits beside him, directing and aiding him through a couple fights. “Seokie, you're playing reall y well,” Taehyung praises as he grabs the boy's waist with one hand. “You think so?” Hoseok nervously giggles, leaning into the adult's touch, “normally, good players are rewarded,” Tae pushes on, pulling up Hoseok’s little dress. “I guess we're done playing,” Yoongi shrugs, getting up and leaving the touchy two alone.

Taehyung slides Hoseok back into his lap, his pants already down his hips, pre dribbling down his fawn-colored shaft. It juts out from between the calf's warm, plump thighs.

This time, rather than penetrating Hoseok, Taehyung holds him by the hips, keeping his thighs squeezed around his cock. As he begins sliding him up and down his sticky shaft. With every movement Hoseok's clit is stimulated, getting needy cries out of the boy. Tae makes him lay back against his chest, hands encapsulating the cow's tiny tits. “I saw the mess you made on the couch yesterday, aren't you ashamed?” Tae hisses, Hoseok's moving by himself now, hands braced on the sofa. “I-I didn't mean to,” he whines. Tae begins assaulting his nipples, making the younger let out a string of high-pitched moos mixed with piggish snorts. “Who would've thought you'd turn out to be such a slut ?” Tae breathily chuckles.

The constant grinding on his clit becomes too much to withstand. Hoseok sucks in air as steadily as he can manage. “Inside,” he wavers, tears brimming his lidded eyes, “put it inside,” a gasp, “ please please please ?” he keens when Taehyung pinches his nipples to the point of a pleasant pain. “Only because you're being so polite.”

Taehyung lifts Hoseok, then sinks him down on his pulsating cock. They groan in unison, a dumb smile going across Hoseok’s face. They're both close, so it doesn't take very long for either of them to cum. Hoseok finishes first, Taehyung quickly follows behind, sighing in relief. 

Hoseok slides forward until he's off Tae's lap. His pussy is twitching, a few drops of Taehyung’s cum escaping. “Don't stain the couch this time,” Tae teases as he pulls his pants up, stands up, then goes to the bathroom. Hoseok reaches for between his legs and scoops the cum out, then brings the cooling seed to his mouth. 

He suckles on his fingers, enjoying the slight acidic taste. Now he wishes that all those times his throat was cum down, it was just his mouth.

The rest of the day goes as usual.

At night, Hoseok sleeps with Yoongi, who keeps his hands to himself for the most part.

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Hoseok wakes with a stretch, Yoongi clinging onto his side and softly snoring. He returns to his slumber, there being no disturbance this particular morning.

An hour comes and goes before either of them are up.

During breakfast, Hoseok’s fed while sat on Joon's cock. A throaty, muffled sound comes out around a spoonful of blueberry oatmeal. “Chew. Swallow. You make things so complicated,” Joon chides, a soft scold as he dips the spoon back into the steaming bowl. Complicated? Right - just eat . When another spoonful is brought to Hoseok's lips, he opens his mouth, panting. Joon grips his jaw with his other hand, “is it good?” He asks, grinning at Hoseok’s disheveled appearance.

It's too early for this; for getting miserably teased while trying to eat.

“ Yuh-yeah, it's -” Hoseok swallows, “it's really good,” he slowly nods. He wants to eat and cum but- but one of those can wait. He's just not sure which one.

Fifteen minutes later and Hoseok's lips are quivering, the bowl empty now. “Can I- Can I,” he's crying. Right there! Joon just needs to move a little, touch his clit, nipples- it doesn't matter! 

“ Cum ? Is that it, is that what you want?” Tae asks from across the table, his own plate clean, nothing but a few crumbs and traces of jelly remain. “Uh-huh, can I cum ?” That's the word, finally. That feeling that could make him climb the walls and sends volt after volt of electricity through his body.

“You shouldn't be so cruel,” Yoongi sighs, “let him cum.” Joon looks down at Hoseok who seems to be progressively getting further and further away from reality. He can only focus on the thrumming in his cunt, that's all that matters right now, and his wish is granted when Namjoon pinches his clit. That's enough to send him over the edge. He silently chokes as the strongest orgasm he's experienced so far washes over him. He slumps back on Joon's chest, relieved and thoroughly satisfied.

Namjoon takes it upon himself to give Hoseok a bath. It goes just as well as it could.

“Stop!” Hoseok whines, splashing in the water as Joon rubs his clit raw with the washcloth. “You wanted to cum, right?” Joon teases, increasing intensity. “I’ll make you cum as many times as I want.” 

Hoseok's legs are left trembling. He sits on the back porch, still recovering from the multiple orgasms he'd just been forced through. A plush pink robe is wrapped around his spent figure. No clothes today, or at least not for now. He closes his eyes for a moment, inevitably falling into a light nap.

Minutes later he wakes to Jimin sitting in the chair next to him. “Not bothering you, am I?” Jimin wriggles his eyebrows, his arms folded behind his head. “You're fine,” Hoseok shrugs, “‘s your house anyway…” he yips when Jimin playfully shoves his arm, “I mean, you do live here too.” He throws a small smile to the younger. “Um, thanks,” Hoseok flushes, the corner of his lips curling up the slightest.

Things are sweet but only for a moment as Hoseok ends up on his knees, his head steadily bobbing between Jimin's legs. Jimin’s hands rest on the boy's head, thumbs massaging circles into his scalp. “Sorry, we all have needs,” the adult softly snickers, bucking his hips up against Hoseok's mouth once. It's still early and Jimin’s still a little tired, so this suffices for now. Hoseok pulls off to plant wet kisses along Jimin's saliva slicked shaft, paying special attention to the drippy head, teasing his frenulum with the tip of his now nearly expert tongue.

“Careful,” Jimin hisses, a hand over his eyes. Was that too much? Hoseok wonders, sucking the head back into his mouth. He uses his hand to stroke the rest, his jaw starting to ache. 

Thankfully, Jimin doesn't last much longer, gifting Hoseok with that deliciously salty cream he adores. He rubs his tongue against the roof of his mouth, savoring it before he swallows. Jimin nudges the boy's crotch with his foot, “you good?” he asks, giving a subtle tilt of his head. How generous. “Mhm,” Hoseok hums as he stands, then stretches, bending back with his arms to the sky. He rubs his jaw as he goes back into the house. 

He's not allowed out the front yet–or even tried to go out. Maybe he's getting too confident, he hesitates as he reaches for the bronze doorknob, “are you really going out in that ?” Yoongi, holding a glass of what looks to be wine, asks. “Can I…?” Hoseok asks back, “sure, whatever you want, just come back,” the older shrugs, coming near and opening the door. “Don't go far either, otherwise we'll probably have some issues.” 

Hoseok looks at him wide-eyed, he could just—

He changes his mind, maybe tomorrow.

Later on, they dress him in an adorable pair of strawberry print panties. Just those.

Everytime Jungkook or Namjoon happen upon him throughout the day, they can't help but to grope and touch the calf all over.

He's on the verge of cumming sometime after dinner. Luckily or unluckily, he joins Joon in bed. Who, obviously, rubs Hoseok through his panties until he's sobbing, voice cracking as he begs as quietly as he can manage—though, soon those words have turned into dumb, animalistic sounds.

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The day starts off in a hurry.

Hoseok wakes up to a dress being pulled over his head, “huh?” the boy tiredly mumbles, blinking the blurriness out of his vision. Someone, presumably Jungkook, says something, though it sounds muffled and incoherent to the younger.

After waking up a little more, Hoseok speaks, “are we goin’ somewhere?” Is something happening?” Then, as expected, he yawns. “Yeah, sure, something like that.” Koo answers, fixing up the back of Hoseok's dress, “where?” he curiously asks. Silence passes, then “you'll see,” Jungkook gets dressed himself after finishing with Hoseok. While waiting on Koo's bed, he can hear the others scuffling and getting ready downstairs.

“You've got to behave,” Yoongi says, fixing his coat at the front door. “Okay.” Hoseok shrugs, fiddling with the dark buttons on his own coat. 

The seven stuff themselves into the navy blue SUV that sits outside the garage, next to Seokjin’s reddish-orange car. Hoseok's sandwiched between Tae and Jimin. If it weren't cold out, they'd be all over him. Even so, Namjoon’d be pissed if the seats were to get wet. And that'd be inevitable.

Hoseok silently waits for them to arrive, listening to whatever boring conversations the adults are having.

Soon Namjoon’s pulling into a parking lot. It belongs to a sex shop that is much too big.

After they all enter, Hoseok is stunned by the all the toys hanging on the walls and sitting on the shelves. “Pick out whatever you'd like,” Jungkook whispers with a pat on the boy's shoulder before going his own way. Whatever he wants? He hardly knows anything about sex to be given this kind of freedom. He idly browses, in awe at one peculiar display— a mannequin dressed in a gimp suit, mask and all. Do people- are they really into that kind of thing. Hoseok wonders, he doesn't think he could handle that much . 

Something familiar catches his eye. boxes of varying sized and shaped buttplugs. He reaches for a medium, sparkly grey one. “Isn't that a bit big for you?” Yoongi asks, passing through the section. Hoseok stares at it. It's whatever. He thinks it's cute…not like he'll have to use it, no? Next he picks up a clear bottle of some thick, slightly opaque fluid. The label say it's strawberry flavored. Hoseok thinks strawberries are pretty good, so he continues on with it.

A few shelves down:

“Lamb?” He mouths, looking at a black box of, “condoms?” He says curiously, rotating the box in his hand. A voice scoffing spooks him. Taehyung circles him, snatching the box of contraceptives out of the younger’s hand, “really?” Tae says, amused. Hoseok shrugs, then looks off to the side, “I was just looking,” he innocently admits.

“Right, you were. Sometimes I forget you're just a calf ; you don't know stuff,” Tae trails off, putting the unnecessary condoms back in their place. “I'll leave you alone then.”

With that, Hoseok is left on his own again. He goes back to the front of the store to grab a handbasket; he's getting tired of walking around with his two items cradled in the crook of his arm.

He starts down a different aisle, eyes wide at the cases of metal and silicone rods. Some are beaded, or vibrate. He takes a box, just in case. Then he finds a selection of collars and leashes, a mannequin dawning one in the center of the display. “Wow,” he quietly says, then moves on. That's all he wants. He just needs everyone else, his owners, to check him out now. He wanders in search of them, humming to himself. 

After a little while of walking he ends up finding them all.

They're now standing in line together, each with a basket of things to their liking. “That's it?” Jimin asks, one brow raised at Hoseok's basket. Only three things. “Yeah? Should I…get more?” Hoseok shrugs, “nah, we've got you covered.” Taehyung chuckles, giving the boy a wink.

Oh? 

Hoseok finds out what they got him as soon as they get through the front door, all of them eager to show him.

“I don't think this one'll hurt too much,” Joon grins, stroking the protruding spikes on the metal paddle he's presenting, “um,” Seokie looks nervous. Just imagining what that's for and could do hurts him, “ kidding !” Joon throws his hands up, laughing, “for now.” Next, “these’ll make milking your tits much faster,” Tae says, a milking machine sitting on his lap.

At least that's helpful. 

Yoongi holds up a light blue wand , turning it on briefly, “nothing too special.” He shrugs. “It's, uh, it's pretty,” Hoseok smiles, raising a shoulder. There's that, then, “here,” Jimin lays a ring gag in Hoseok's lap. He looks at it, confused. Jimin doesn't explain further.

That's all they show him for now, leaving whatever else they bought in their bags. 

Hoseok nearly freaks out when the gag is put on him, unsure of its use, “it's gonna get uncomfortable,” Jimin says, tightening the strap around the younger’s head. The boy wiggles his tongue, his lips stretched around the silicone O-ring, saliva drips from his unclosing mouth. “Perfect,” Jimin smirks at the uneasy calf. His dress is pulled off, leaving him chilly, and feeling unusually exposed due to lacking control over his mouth. 

He's pulled into Jungkook’s lap, who holds his arms behind his back. Hoseok tries to say something, but he only gurgles and flails his tongue in the attempt. Yoongi starts, holding the vibrating wand to one of the calf's nipples. The reaction is immediate, Hoseok's head going back as a sharp gasp leaves him. That trails into desperate, gargled moans. While Yoongi does that, Joon starts teasing Hoseok’s clit, his mouth latching onto his exposed throat. He suckles hard, making sure he'll leave a mark.

Hoseok’s hips jerk as he tries to get away from the torturous pleasure. Tears spill from his eyes, tracing wet paths down his flushed cheeks. Jungkook nips at his ear, tightening his hold on Seokie’s arms. Suddenly, it all stops. His head lolls forward as he's given a break, drooling uncontrollably. “You're overreacting,” Joon lowly says, standing and dropping his pants. He pulls Seokie forward by the hair, then, without hesitation, starts fucking his face through the gag. The boy gags and chokes around Joon's cock, he was doing so good the other day. It seems he can't control his gag reflex today.

After a while of that, Jungkook yanks his head back. Hoseok coughs, his breathing ragged. “I want his ass,” Seokjin announces while undressing, “in that case, we can share,” Taehyung snickers, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Hoseok looks frightened at that. Can he- is that even…? “Don't look so worried. You did pick out a toy, didn't you?” Koo says from behind him, his voice eerily friendly. Seokie nods, that being the only other way he can communicate. Yoongi finds Hoseok’s bag, and takes everything out, “sounding?” He scoffs, taken aback, “he doesn't even know what sounding is ,” Tae interjects, defending the calf. “You don't, do you?” Hoseok shakes his head, “uh-uh!” He garbles. “See?” Yoongi rolls his eyes, then tosses the buttplug and bottle of lube to Tae. 

“Strawberry?” Tae reads aloud from the lube. Hoseok groans, his head falling back against Jungkook’s chest.”someone's impatient,” Koo gives a half-smile. 

Hoseok waits in Jungkook’s grasp, until he's being repositioned on the sofa into a face-down-ass-up doggy. Koo moves, leaving the boy as he is. “ I'll do the honors,” Namjoon holds his hands out towards Taehyung expectantly, “eh, go ahead,” he hands the plug and lube over. It's no biggy for him. He isn't too good at prep anyways. Joon sits behind Hoseok, and squeezes a hefty amount of the flavored lube down the cleft of his ass. He puts only a little on the plug, then spreads it all over. He sits it aside, and begins sliding finger after finger into Hoseok's hole. He stops at four, the boy's legs shaking already. Hoseok's eyes squeeze shut when the cold, wet plug is pushed against his decently prepared hole. He grips the cushion when he's stretched around the widest part, his ears flat on his head. It stings only for a little, and then it feels incredibly uncomfortable when it's all the way in. 

They settle on using Seokie’s other holes until that one is for sure molded to the plug, and readily gaping.

Joon's already buried in his cunt and Tae in his throat. The gag has been sat aside for now, though it makes no difference in this situation. Seokie's jaw aches as it's stretched around Tae's cock. His mouth could use a serious break right about now. He coughs and sputters when Tae finishes, switching out with Jimin, he's given only a second to catch his breath. He can hardly do that with Namjoon's unforgiving rhythm seemingly knocking the breath out of him on every thrust. There's no exchange of words as they all take turns using his two free holes, ruining his pussy with load after load of hot cum. His lips are left swollen, throat just as sore as his jaw.

He's thankful, but his relief doesn't last very long. He'd somehow forgotten the initial plan was to use his ass.

The calf winces as it's pulled out, “wait,” he rasps, getting sat up by Yoongi. “Hm?” Jimin hums with a raised brow, the others giving him a similar quizzical look, “can this wait until tomorrow?” Seokie hopefully asks, rubbing his throat. “Tomorrow, huh?” Namjoon sneers, “no,” Yoongi firmly says, flipping the younger around on his back. From there, Taehyung slides underneath him, and holds Hoseok's legs open and back against his chest. The calf feels unusually bare, it's humiliating . His pussy oozes cum down over his slick winking hole. 

Seokjin presses his cock against Hoseok's hole alongside Tae's. The uncomfortable calf whimpers as he's spread further than even the plug stretched him. There's barely just enough lube remaining to make it slightly bearable. When both the men are fully inside, Seokie’s holding back tears. “Aw, does it hurt?” Jin coos, “n- no,” Hoseok murmurs, his eyes glassy.

With that settled, they start moving. Gentle to start, the intensity quickly increases, leaving Hoseok breathless and in a strange place between pain and pleasure. Every breath he takes is either a moan or mewl. A steady dribble of slick starts trailing from his cunt, his clit engorged and pulsing from the assault on his ass, begging to be touched.

He squeezes around them when he cums, making it impossible for either men to move. His legs would be flailing if it weren't for Tae holding them back, instead, they just tremble within his grasp. Once he comes down, the two continue wrecking his slick hole, getting another orgasm out of him before he's filled with their cum.

When they pull out, Hoseok whines, both his cunt and ass are trickling seed. 

It seems everyone's thoroughly satisfied and fully satiated.

[The author doesn't know how to end this]

[The End]