“Gentlemen, we are going to begin shortly. Please let there be decorum” the master announced with a wide grin, his eyes scanning the powerful men in the room.

He was going to make a whole lot of money from this group of men, and he was pleased. After they settled down, he left to get the boys.

The room was filled with eight men of caliber. Some were politicians, some were drug lords.. but one in particular was feared by them all. He was a fearless leader of a dangerous dynasty. A dynasty that produced gold and diamond. A dynasty that had the government in its palm.

Jeon Jungkook.

He was as charming as he was deadly. Perfectly chiseled chin, brown eyes that would make anyone fall at his feet, a physique that made people compare him to a god and a dangerous attitude. He's an handsome devil.

He was cold-hearted, and killed humans like they were flies.

Today, he wanted to get himself a puppet, a sex toy that he could use as he pleased, anytime he was aroused.

This wasn’t his first time getting a slave from this school, he had come almost three times and none of the boys he picked lasted a year in his arms. He either got tired and killed them off, or they died from the numerous rape encounters.

Jungkook sat by the corner of the bar, with a cigar in his mouth. He watched the other men talk and laugh while he puffed out smoke.

He was a man of few words and no friends. No one dared to walk up to him to say anything.

The front door flung open and the master entered, followed by eight boys, all tied up and blindfolded. They were only permitted to wear a tight pant in front of the masters, to make them appealing.

The boys staggered in, trotting behind each other in fear. Macho was behind them, pushing them in like bags of rubbish.

“These are the finest boys we produced this year. I believe they’ll serve you well” the head master introduced the boys.

“Please sir” he turned to where Jungkook was sitting.

“Would you do the honor, of making the first choice” he said stepped away, going to stand beside Macho who smiled at him.

The boys whimpered and shivered, unable to tell what was going on. Jimin was at the extreme, standing very still, trying to make sense of everything.

Jungkook removed his cigar and put it in the ash tray on the desk. Then he stood up, his mighty aura, made the room go cold.

He walked slowly, every step he took was fearful, until he got to where the boys were standing. His hands were in his pocket as he walked from boy to boy, examining them closely.

He got to where Jimin was standing and stopped. What caught his attention was the way he stood still. Others were scared and some were crying, but he showed no atom of fear.

“You’re not scared? Do you even know the kind of men before you right now?” Jungkook’s voice came out husky. It was the first time he spoke since he got here.

“There’s no point in being scared. Whatever is going to happen, will happen. Why should I stress over what I can’t control?” Jimin said, rather boldly, and to the surprise of everyone. Jungkook smirked.

“This boy is going to get us into trouble. Does he even know who he’s talking to?” Macho hissed.

“Quiet. Sir might get angry” the head master hushed him.

“You think you’re smart and clever?” Jungkook asked.

“I can’t wait to clip those wings of yours and make you crawl at my feet” he added, grabbing him by the hair very harshly. Jimin winced.

“Get him ready to leave with me” he ordered and without another word, he left the place with his bodyguards scurrying behind him.

Two of his men carried Jimin out with them while the other masters rushed to pick their own slaves.

Macho and the master were happy that they had gotten Jimin out of their hair.

“Stop! You’re hurting me!!” Jimin’s cries could be heard for miles as the cruel man dragged him along by his hair. He was one of Jungkook’s men, and he was just as brutal.

“Quiet!” He barked at him. He dropped him harshly on a cold floor and slapped him hard across the face.

“Sit here quietly and don’t make another sound!” He yelled and shut the iron door loudly. That was when Jimin realized that he was inside a truck. He was still blindfolded, and bleeding slightly on his forehead.

The truck started to move and he fell down on the cold, aluminum floor. He remained there for the rest of the journey, wondering what his new master would do to him and where they were taking him.

After six long hours, Jimin felt the truck finally coming to a halt.

“We must have arrived at my master’s place” he thought.

He flinched when he heard the door snap open. Immediately, a large hand grabbed him by the arm very tightly and pulled him out forcefully, making him fall to the ground. He panted fearfully.

The hand grabbed him up again and started pulling him along with him. He didn’t dear to say anything because the slap he received earlier was still ringing in his ear.

They entered the main gates, which revealed a very beautiful mansion. It was gigantic, but had a dark feeling hovering over it.

There was a fountain in the middle of the compound, which further spread out into a quadrangle. Each passage of the quadrangle led to different parts of the mansion. But the huge man holding Jimin, took the path that led into the main house.

The extremely tall, wooden door pushed open, revealing one of the fanciest living rooms you’d ever see. The floor was tiled with pure silver, with little details of gold. The sofas were made only of the finest silk material and expensive foam. The colour was dark black with gold encrusted on the armrests. The very big gold chandelier hanging from the middle of the room was absolutely beautiful to behold.

Jimin was still blindfolded, but he could sense that he was surrounded by wealth.

The man still dragged him up the beautiful array of stairs and into a long hallway. Until they came to a halt in front of a wooden door. It was Jungkook’s room.

The man knocked three times before opening the door, he threw Jimin in and shut the door. He fell on the hard surface and winced painfully. He had already been through a lot on the journey here, but what was coming, was worse.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t.. mr clever” Jimin recognized the voice. The same husky voice he heard back at the boarding school. He shivered.

Jimin felt his cold hands run through his hair and then, he tore the blindfold off forcefully.

“Arrgh!” He yelled, shutting his eyes. He hadn’t seen light in a long while and it hurt his eyes. He blinked rapidly for a few seconds before getting used to the light.

He had earlier been untied by the huge man.

Jimin slowly lifted his face to look at his master. He was shocked to see the sexy god staring down at him. He wasn’t expecting to see such a young and handsome man.

He looked away immediately because his eyes pierced him.

“strip” the command came. Yes, Jungkook was a man of few words.

“I don’t understand” Jimin was clueless about what his job was.

A defeaning slap landed on his right ear and he screamed. He had never been slapped that hard before.

“When I give you an order, you do it without questions. You’re not allowed to speak unless I permit you! This isn’t some fairytale, you’re my slave! My sex toy!!” Jungkook thundered and he cried.

That was when it dawned on him, the reason he was being trained all these years. Is to serve as a sex slave.

“strip.. now!!” He ordered again.

Hesitantly, Jimin got up on his feet and began to pull off his clothes. With tears in his eyes, he was beginning to accept his life and situation.

Jungkook smirked, with lust in his eyes, staring at the ethereal beauty before him. His fragile delicate body was very inviting and he couldn’t wait to eat him up.

He pushed him to his desk and made him lie on it with his butt facing him. Jimin wept bitterly, awaiting the pain.

Without sympathy, Jungkook slammed his mightiness into him with so much force that he squealed in pain. Jimin tried to get up but he grabbed his hands and crossed them at his back. Then he continued slamming recklessly into him while he wailed.

Jimin felt dirty that moment, he had been defiled, but the monster didn’t seem to care. He thrust harder and harder, faster and faster until he came inside of him.

He threw him aside like a piece of trash.

“Get your clothes and get out” he ordered coldly and entered the bathroom.

Jimin laid there, in a pool of his own tears. He felt pain in his butt and his shoulders. He wished for death, it would be better than going through this for the rest of his life.
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⏹️ TBC ⏹️