University student Kim Namjoon closed his heavy textbook with a thud, leaning back in his chair with a long sigh.

Finally, his research paper was done, and it felt like a large weight off his shoulders.

Despite being an honor roll student, and in the top ten of his 3,647 classmates at Seoul International, a college for the smartest people around, despite their nationality, he wasn't actually a fan of doing homework or studying. Sure, he found it to be important, but that didn't mean he liked typing up essays or computing complex math equations.

He ran his fingers through the sides of his hair, pushing it back as he hummed in the quiet room, closing his eyes to rest them briefly.

After gathering his thoughts together, he sat upright again and pulled back the dark blue sleeve of his hoodie to check his smartwatch, seeing it was a little past nine.

Not that late, he could record a quick video before bed. He had a late start tomorrow anyways, so it was a good opportunity to upload something tonight and begin reaping in the rewards by the time his alarm went off the next morning.

Pushing his chair back, he hurried up the stairs of his apartment to his bedroom. It was small, but he was the only one living here, so it worked out to fit him perfectly.

Plus it was only fifteen minutes to the campus, and half of that time by bike.

He showered quick, toweling off his hair before tying the fluffy white fabric around his waist as he padded into the bedroom.

Water ran in rivulets down his tanned six pack, getting absorbed by the towel by the end of their journey.

As he set his laptop up, he debated in his head what he wanted to do tonight.

More money would come in if he used a toy, of course. And he had been teasing his viewers with an unopened box of a brand new, twelve inch dildo that he had dropped hints that he could fully take. But he was saving that for this weekend, when he could dedicate more time to it. Maybe he would just masturbate and tease them with it. Stop a couple of times to edge the horny men and woman alike before finally releasing.

He chuckled softly to himself at the thought of all the live comments pouring in, begging him. Or the ones who acted so dominant who loved to try and tell him what to do.

Namjoon was neither a sub or a dom, or a bottom or a top. He always just did things by himself. It was just the way he preferred things.

In the end, a long yawn settled his decision for him, and he decided it would be just a quick video tonight. He let the towel fall to the floor and pulled on a pair of short, tight black boxers on, so that he could tease the viewers by slowly taking it off.

He went to the porn site and logged in, clicking the icon to make a new video. He selected 'live camera', and tilted the laptop screen down a little, so the image only showed him from the collarbone down. His torso took up most of the space, as he wouldn't show the parts the viewers really wanted to see until a little later.

He went to Twitter, switched from his main one to his private business one, and posted that he was going live.

In less than a minute he had nearly a hundred interactions- with the tweet and users logging onto the stream.

He grinned as the comments started to show, gradually going faster across the screen as more and more people joined.

"Hello," he purred, his voice deep in the still and quiet house. "Glad you could make it. Though, I bet some of you wouldn't miss this for the world."

He never bothered to alter his voice, as he didn't have to. His voice was naturally very deep, and at school or with friends and family he always had to raise it to be understood.

Here, alone with a thousand viewers (and climbing), he could really be himself.

The comments made him smirk, like usual.

They were all either compliments or the doms stating what they would love to do to him. Namjoon loved to tease the alpha males especially, since he knew they couldn't do anything about it.

"Let's wait a few more minutes, give some more people some time to log on." He said, watching the viewer count steadily grow. A little over three thousand already.

At five thousand he would start.

As he waited, he read some comments and answered them. Despite it being a porn live stream, some of the comments were asking him about his day, or asking for birthday shoutouts. He had been in the porn business for three years now, and had grown quite a following. Some of his fans he talked to on an almost daily basis, and considered them almost like his friends. They didn't know his real name or what his face looked like, of course, but not everyone cared. A lot liked him for his personality and the fact he was actually very smart- as intelligence wasn't always something that was correlated with sex, for whatever derogatory reason.

It wasn't long before the viewer count reached over five thousand, and Namjoon began.

He regretted not rubbing some lube over his pecs and abs to make his skin glisten but then decided it would have been a pain to wipe off, especially after he had just showered.

"Just a short video tonight," he told his viewers, watching as they donated money despite him not even doing anything yet. "I have school tomorrow so I don't want to stay up too late."

Of course, then comments poured in asking about his schooling, which he ignored, as he wasn't about to give any hints toward his personal life.

A lot of people were commenting about his nipples, since that was one of the main things they could see, wanting him to touch and pinch them, or even pierce them.

"Guys, I've said this before," he huffed. "I don't have sensitive nipples, so I don't do much of anything with them, please stop asking."

He didn't own anything centric toward his nipples for that reason, and yet some people still never seemed to get the hint.

"If you're still dressed at this point, which I don't know why you would be, take your clothes off now." He commanded, angling the screen down a little more to show his boxers and the prominent bulge of what laid behind it. "Except for you sorry chastity fucks, maybe some other time, if you beha-"

He thought he heard a door open, and he looked up from the screen at his bedroom door.

All was silent, the door firmly shut just like how he had left it, and he slowly returned his attention back to the stream.

"Sorry, my cat is doing...cat things." He set the laptop down onto the bed and scooted back slightly, making sure his face never entered the frame. He spread his legs, his right one sliding off the mattress so that his toes touched the hardwood floor. "Anyways-"

His bedroom door burst open so suddenly, so loudly in the quiet house that it shocked Namjoon, and he could only stare in stunned disbelief as a man clad in all black clothing charged at him.

Reality finally sank in, and he dug his heels into the bed, kicking himself backwards until his back hit the headboard just as gloved hands descended upon him. They grabbed him- his shoulder and his hair, and Namjoon flinched, screaming in confused terror as his own hands rose against his attacker, struggling to push the heavy man away from him.

The live stream was entirely forgotten- the only that mattered right now was his life.

It seemed like the man was everywhere- his arms, his hands, his chest- every time Namjoon tried to scramble away, something was in his way, blocking him in and pressing against him.

"Ngh, ah! S-stop, get off me!" He shouted, fighting blindly with the man, who, Namjoon realized very quickly, was stronger than him.

The man yanked him off the bed, throwing him onto the floor.

Namjoon tried to catch himself, his brain scrambling in panic to figure out what to do. He was still trying to grasp the fact someone had broken into his house. That wasn't something that happened to him, that was something you always heard about happening to someone else!

He scrambled to crawl to the door, a terrified sob escaping, but then hands grabbed his ankles, yanking him back.

He screamed, fingernails digging into the wood beneath him as a heavy weight straddled his legs, ceasing his useless kicking. "No! No- let me go!"

"Quiet, boy." The gruff, slightly muffled voice retorted, and Namjoon felt a sharp pinch on the back of his thigh.

Only when the item was tossed aside, rolling under the bed, did Namjoon realize it was a small needle, and he felt like hyperventilating.

He sobbed, still trying to crawl away despite the heavy weight on him.

Suddenly, it lifted, and Namjoon took off.

He managed to get to his feet and raced to the door.

The only thing his brain could think about was to just get out and fucking run. Don't stop running.

The weight was back, slamming into him and knocking him against the wall so hard that a framed picture fell off its hook and crashed to the floor.

The air was punched out of his lungs and Namjoon couldn't even scream or sob as he felt hands grab his wrists, pulling them behind his back. It felt like rope as something was wound around them, being pulled tight.

Maybe it was the way he had hit his head against the wall when he was body slammed, maybe it was a side effect from whatever drug had been injected into him, but his vision was becoming blurry, and he was finding it hard to speak.

"P-ple...ease..." he whimpered as strong arms grabbed him, pushing him out of the bedroom and down the hallway. "S-stop, oh God, please..."

The man ignored him, yanking him throughout the house until they arrived at the front door, which was still wide open from when the attacker had entered.

A car that didn't belong to Namjoon was parked just outside, its engine still idling even as the headlights were off.

The man passed by the doors and unlocked the trunk instead, and Namjoon felt like hyperventilating again.

He was pushed backwards inside, landing painfully on his bound arms, and before he could even get a last look at the moon, the trunk closed over him.

He barely managed to hear the sound of it locking as he sobbed, tears blurring his already barely there vision.

He tried to twist or turn around in the small space, but it was too cramped to change his position, and when he felt the car start to move, he gave into his fear and just sobbed.

The darkness seemed to press in around him on all sides, and then it finally took over.

Namjoon's eyes closed against his will, and all feeling began to fade away.

The car drove silently down the dark street.