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The company had special rules for minor clients. The guardian is allowed to accompany them during the appointment, the child is not allowed to be fully nude, etc, but this mother didn’t seem to be interested in any of them. Yoongi had explained them all, but she seemed to be comfortable leaving her twelve year old son in the hands of a strange man for an hour.
Not that he minded. In fact, this was ideal for him. The moment he saw that beautiful boy walk through the door, he had to hide behind the counter to hide his excitement. He was thankful no one could hear his thoughts, his sinful thoughts.
“Be a good boy. I’ll be back to pick you up later.” The woman told her son, holding her hand over the microphone of her phone. What phone call could’ve been more important than her son? She was gone soon after that, and Yoongi was left with this doe eyed preteen staring up at him.
“Have you ever had a massage before?” Yoongi asked.
The boy shook his head, “No, sir, but mama said it’ll help with my pain,”
“Pain?”
“I play lots of sports!” Jungkook smiled proudly.
“Ah, a little athlete,” Yoongi chuckled. He lifted up the counter to let the boy pass through, “Let’s get you settled in then, and I’ll take care of you,”
Jungkook is lead to a room in the very back of the spa and ushered in. Yoongi put the “In session. Do not disturb.” Sign on the door and locked it behind them. Then, he explained to the kid that his mother booked him a full body massage so he needed to undress completely and lay on the table. Fortunately for Yoongi, Jungkook wasn’t shy. His mouth watered as he watched the preteen get naked right in front of him, and his day was made even better when he saw that Jungkook didn’t have a dick … he had a pussy.
Once Jungkook was comfortable on the table, Yoongi began. He turned on some music to cover up the sounds Jungkook was bound to make and grabbed the body oil. Jungkook watched curiously as Yoongi poured some in his hands and rubbed them together. He started at his hands first. He chose one and began his usual routine, but the closer he got to the boy’s budding chest, the tighter his pants became.
They had been carrying a small conversation so far. He could tell that Jungkook got chatty when he was nervous, and he enjoyed it. However, when Yoongi’s large hands made their way to his sensitive mounds, he get quiet.
“Is this okay?” Yoongi asked in a whisper as he gently rubbed the muscles.
Jungkook nodded his head, a shaky breath escaping him. His face was getting red, too. It was more than okay. He liked it. Yoongi took his time in this area. It was hard for him not to lean down and suck on his little nipples, but he let his fingers play with them. This made the child squirm a bit, but he never questioned it. He had no idea that his was wrong, illegal even. He should be running to the police right now, but no, he was just laying there and taking it … enjoying it.
Yoongi almost couldn’t wait to get down to his little pussy. He would’ve bet that the boy was already wet just from his nipples being played with a little bit. But he needed to wait. He still had to massage his hips and legs. He did, but he ran through it pretty quickly in order to get Jungkook to turn over onto his stomach.
“I’m going to be a little rougher on your back, so just close your eyes and relax, okay? It’ll make you feel better,”
“Yes, sir,”
Yoongi went on to massage the boy’s arms, shoulders, and back, and then moved to his legs. Once he reached the boys thighs, he informed the child of what a full body massage meant.
“Since your mother booked a full body massage, I will now be touching your bottom. Is that okay?”
“Y-Yes, sir,”
Yoongi’s dick practically exploded from getting what he considered consent from the child. They still had quite a bit of time left, so he took it a bit slow. He took his time in digging his thumbs into the bottom of the cheeks and spreading them and listening to Jungkook’s breath change with every touch, but then it was time to make his move.
“Now, I will be touching your private area. If you could turn onto your back for me please,”
“My private area?” Jungkook questioned as he flipped onto his back again. “Why?”
“It’s just part of the massage your mother chose for you.” Yoongi assured, “It’ll make you feel much better. I promise.”
Yoongi saw the caution and worry fade from Jungkook’s eyes, and the child settled onto his back again.
“Spread your legs for me please,” Yoongi instructed, and Jungkook obeyed, “Good job, thank you,”
He started by massaging the outer areas. The mound above, the creases where his legs met his hips, the little pink lips of his cunt. Then, he tested the waters by gently and slowly rubbing at his tiny clit, and the response he got was more than favorable. Jungkook moaned beautifully, softly. He felt the boy tense up a bit, so he moved on from that spot to prod at the young one’s hole.
“Oh my,” Yoongi tsked, “I found your problem, darling.”
“Wh-What?” Jungkook stuttered worriedly.
“Right here,” Yoongi said, index finger rubbing against his entrance, “is where all your tension is being stored. I need to massage it from the inside in order to relieve it.”
“Oh,” Jungkook breathed, concern written on his face, “and then I’ll be better?”
“Mhm,” Yoongi hummed, nodding his head. “Much better,”
With consent from Jungkook, Yoongi slowly began pushing his finger inside the boy. Jungkook’s breath hitched has his preteen hole was invaded for the first time, and Yoongi’s mouth watered as he felt how wet the boy already was and how easy he opened up around him. He carefully pumped his finger in and out a few times before fake sighing.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s still not working,” Yoongi faked a frown, “I think I need to use something bigger. Can you lay on your stomach again for me?”
While Jungkook did what was asked of him, Yoongi began to undress himself, letting his aching dick spring free in search of a warm, wet, preteen hole to call home. Yoongi poured some oil into his hand and spread it over his cock to coat it.
“Can you sit up on your knees for me? It’ll make it easier, and it’ll help release the tension in your back, too.”
Jungkook pushed himself up onto his knees and bent over forwards, “Like this?”
“That’s perfect,” Yoongi groaned. He was impressed, almost temped to ask if the boy really was a virgin because of how naturally he put his cunt on display for a stranger. “I’m going to get on the table behind you to make it easier for me to massage you.”
Yoongi carefully climbed on his knees behind the child, his cock hanging oh so close to the boy’s cunt. He gripped himself around the base and began to rub the tip against Jungkook’s soaked folds, spending more time rubbing against his clit to make his cunt gush even more.
“Does that feel okay?”
“Y-Yes,” Jungkook breathed, “Feels good,”
“Okay, I will now insert the tool. You’ll feel a bit of tension, but it’ll get better once I start moving it around. Ready?”
“Yes, sir,”
Yoongi grabbed Jungkook’s hip, lined his cock up, and began pushing into the boy’s tiny hole. Jungkook gasped in surprise. It felt nothing like the man’s finger. Tears pricked his eyes as the object moved deeper inside of him until it finally stopped.
“It’s all the way in,” Yoongi informed him. He was breathing deeply now, too. It was taking everything in him not to ruin this little boy, but he didn’t want his coworkers to hear, “Are you okay?”
“Y-Yeah,” Jungkook stuttered, “It’s big, I- Sir,”
“I’m going to start moving it now,” Yoongi said, “It’ll help your pain in no time.”
Yoongi slowly pulled back and pushed back in and set up a slow pace. The little boy began to make the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. This was only Yoongi’s third time fucking a kid, so it was still a new experience to both him and the child.
“Are you feeling any better?” Yoongi questioned, “You’re still a little tight down here. Do I have permission to touch you again?”
“Yes, sir,” Jungkook moaned out, “I’m feeling a little better, but you can touch me again,”
Yoongi loomed over the boy so he could reach around and find his clit again. He immediately began to rub and pinch the swollen bundle of nerves, making the angel under him squirm and sing beautifully. Yoongi loved his job. He got to make people with illness combat them, he got to provide relaxation to struggling mothers, and he got to bring new kinds of pleasure to those that never knew they needed it before.
“Does that feel good?” Yoongi asked the boy, “You like it?”
“Y-Yes~Oh~” Jungkook moaned. Yoongi couldn’t see his face, but he knew it was the prettiest thing the world could ever hope to see.
“Oh, darling,” Yoongi tsked when he felt the boy’s walls start squeezing him desperately. He was about to cum. Yoongi just knew it. It didn’t take long. “You’re still so tense. I need you to let it go. Stop fighting it, okay? Just let it all go for me,”
Moments later, the preteen was cumming on Yoongi’s cock as he assaulted his clit to id him through it. The boy moaned and squealed as his feelings he didn’t know existed before ran through his body for the first time ever. His little feet were kicking in the air as Yoongi rode him through his orgasm.
“Good job~” Yoongi praised, “You did so well for me. We’re almost done.”
“There’s more?” Jungkook panted.
“Only a little more. There’s a special lotion inside this tool that will help you stay feeling good after our appointment ends. I just need to inject it inside you, and then you’ll be all done.”
“Oh,” Jungkook mumbled, “okay, sir, keep going,”
Yoongi leaned back up on his knees and grabbed both of Jungkook’s hips.
“It should only be a few more pumps, okay? Just relax, and take it,”
Yoongi then began fucking the child again. He still went slow, but it was faster than before. Jungkook’s sounds of pleasure fueled his twisted desire. The boy’s pussy clung to him like it was just begging for him to fill it up with his sperm. Yoongi worried if the boy could get pregnant from this, but it was only for a moment and the thought came too late anyways. His orgasm hit him like a truck, balls deep inside the twelve year old.
“Fuck~” Yoongi growled through gritted teeth, holding the child’s hips in place against his as his cock pumped sperm directly into the boy’s preteen womb, “There you go, darling, it’s coming out, just a little more,”
Yoongi grinned his hips into Jungkook’s, feeling every inch of the child’s warm, soft cunt before having to send him home to his mother. He pumped his cock in and out a few more times to milk himself before pulling out completely. His cum flowed out after him, but he used his cock to massage it into the folds of his cunt, humping against the boy’s throbbing, abused pussy under the guise of rubbing in the special lotion.
Once he had his fill, he looked up at the clock. Seemed he had finished just in time. The boy’s mother would be here any minute to pick him up, so he cleaned himself up and then helped Jungkook clean up and get redressed. Then, he sent him back to his mother like nothing was wrong.
“Were you good for the workers?” The woman asked him when he came out.
“Oh, yes,” Yoongi grinned, “He was lovely for us,”
“Can I bring him back next week? Same time?”
“Of course, we’d love to see him again,”
Yoongi shared a knowing glance with the boy, and then, they were gone. The next week would be agonizingly long for Yoongi, but he’d endure it. Until next time.