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In a dark room, Jungkook sits, staring at a screen. There are tears streaming down his face, and he thinks he’d rather die than have to look at what is being shown to him.
Someone’s hand grasps his chin firmly.
“Look at what you’ve made of yourself,” A voice murmurs. Their thumb strokes over Jungkook’s soft cheek. “This is how you worship your god, is it not?”
“No, no–”
A twenty-second clip plays on a loop, over and over, searing each frame into Jungkook’s retinas.
The video starts off dark at first, then there’s a sound of rustling and a shaky whine. “Oh fuuuuck,” A man murmurs. “Such a good little bitch you are, huh? You want forgiveness so bad?”
Someone shines a light, then someone else’s cock enters the frame. Then, the light is shone onto Jungkook. His face is coated in cum, tongue lolling out, eyes crossed like a fucked out whore. Another dick slaps him in the cheek before gliding against his plush lips. He looks like a dream.
“Y-yes,” Jungkook gurgles. More cum dribbles from the corner of his mouth. “Please f-forgive me, God, my god, my god –!”
Then it plays over again.
Jungkook hasn’t traveled outside of Busan for twenty years of his life. He and his family saw no need for it. Staying close to home meant staying close to God; less of a chance of being tempted by outside factors, unlike his peers. Being shy and quiet meant that he didn’t talk to other people aside from his boss at the bookstore he worked at, and his immediate family. So he had no friends to influence him to stray from the path of piousness. He was satisfied with living a small and simple life.
So, when his father hands him a pamphlet for a new Christian youth camp in Jeju, he’s surprised, to say the least.
“Kim Namjoon?” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow as he reads the information. It promises invigorating activities to bring those who attend closer to God, as well as chances to mingle in a safe environment. “I thought we were meant to only listen to the preachings of Pastor Choi.”
“I’ve heard many good things about this Namjoon. He’s in training to take over Pastor Choi.” Jungkook’s father reads along with him over his shoulder.
Jungkook isn’t too sure how to feel. To go all the way to Jeju meant being far from his parents and brother. It’s scary to think about.
“Do I have to go, appa? I don’t want to disobey you, I’m just a bit nervous. I’m not sure if I can travel alone. Wouldn’t I have to take a ferry?”
“You don’t have to, my son. I just thought that perhaps receiving this pamphlet was a sign from God to let you flourish beyond what we can offer you. One day your mother and I will no longer be around to guide you, and you must rely on the people around you. This camp might help you make friends.”
“Friends…” Jungkook echoes.
A strange feeling rises within him. He’d never felt the need for friends, but remembered feeling a strange emptiness within him seeing his classmates plan trips after their exams, or going out for drinks once they became of age.
If his father was alright with it, and if adulthood meant that he could finally see what he had been missing out on… then he would do so.
Namjoon is at the port when Jungkook arrives. Even from a distance, the pastor-in-training looked much different than he’d expected.
For some reason, he expected someone who looked older. Not someone who looked young. He knew Namjoon was in his early thirties, almost old enough that Jungkook should be calling him ahjussi.
A strange feeling emerges within Jungkook as he walks toward the man. It’s one that he can’t put a name to, something foreign but simmering just underneath his skin.
“Pastor Kim Namjoon?” Jungkook says out loud.
Namjoon turns to him with a kind smile already forming on his face.
“Jeon Jungkook?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
Namjoon sticks his hand out and firmly grips Jungkook’s in what he’d thought would be a brisk handshake, only to be shocked when Namjoon pulls him in for a hug.
It’s been a while since he’s even been around people closely. He rarely ever touched his classmates and only ever hugged his parents during birthdays or on Christmas. He stiffens at first, uncomfortable, but eventually melts into Namjoon’s body warmth. It felt nice, he realized.
“Sorry, I forgot not everyone is fond of hugging. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, no!” Jungkook rushes out, cheeks heating up. “I-I mean, it’s fine. I don’t mind at all.”
“Good, good. Some of the camp counselors are friendly, affectionate types. So that’s something for you to expect when we get there.”
They make light conversation as they walk toward the ferries. Namjoon leads the way, carrying Jungkook’s suitcase for him, and Jungkook follows behind him because he’s good at following. He tries not to think too hard about how Namjoon seems to tower over him. To the point that his shadow was protecting Jungkook from the sun. Broad-shouldered, thick biceps, strong enough to carry two suitcases without breaking a sweat…
Jungkook feels a lump in his throat.
Having thoughts like that was not new to Jungkook, but it was the first time he’s felt such intense shame along with it. In the past all he needed to do was direct his mind elsewhere, but how could he do that when he was about to spend twelve hours on an overnight ferry with Namjoon, and then a month at the camp?
‘Jesus,’ Jungkook chants in his head. He sticks his hand in his pocket and grasps at his rosary tightly. ‘I believe you love me. Please forgive me for my sins–’
“Are you excited, Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon interrupts his prayer as they line up for the tickets. “Your father talked to me on the phone the night before. He entrusted me to take care of you.”
‘Help me to be a better person. Please remove these dark, sinful thoughts from my mind. Amen.’
“Jungkook…?”
Jungkook lets go of the rosary and looks at Namjoon with a shaky smile. “Yes, sorry. I was just saying a prayer for our safe travels.”
The dimpled smile he gets in response makes his stomach twist unpleasantly.
Nothing exciting happens on the ferry. They were to share the overnight room together, as expected– but they didn’t sleep in the same bed. Not that Jungkook wanted to. Not at all.
It’s uneventful, and there really isn’t much to do. But Jungkook is content sitting in his bed and feeling the motions of the boat, the gentle rocking of the vessel on the ocean waves. He remembers his mother fussing over whether he’d get seasick, but the only thing that was making him queasy was Namjoon on the other side of the room.
From the corner of his eye, he watched the priest-to-be read his book.
The cover tells him that the title is Almost Transparent Blue.
He remembers vaguely how that book was on his parents’ list of books he was forbidden to read, but here was Namjoon, reading it as if it were just the bible.
Curiosity blooms inside Jungkook, and before he knows it, Namjoon is beckoning him to come over and read his book. “ You’re staring, Kook-ah. If you’d like to read with me, I can do that for you.”
“Oh! Sorry–” Jungkook’s face flushes for what felt like the millionth time. “I was j-just curious. My parents said I wasn’t allowed to read that book.”
Namjoon tilts his head in question. “Why not?”
“I’m not sure.” Jungkook shrugs. “If they didn’t think it was necessary to forbid me, they wouldn’t have. I trust them.”
“You seem to have a lot of trust in authority figures.”
It’s an odd statement, but Jungkook doesn’t question it. “I do. It’s part of The Ten Commandments, isn’t it? To honor thy father and thy mother…”
“Of course, of course. You’re a very dedicated Christian, hm? I think you’ll have a lot of fun at the camp.”
Namjoon’s face is unreadable at this point, but he stares at Jungkook with a gaze that makes him squirm.
“I hope I will…”
Later on, before bed, they eat dinner together. Jungkook leads the prayer while Namjoon sets up their humble meal– two bowls of ramyeon. Namjoon even goes as far as pouring the seasoning powder for him, and Jungkook can’t help but feel as if he was truly being taken care of now.
Part of him likes it. Part of him hates it.
He watches the way Namjoon eats, from the way his fingers grip his chopsticks to the way his jaw clenches with each bite, and he wonders if the elder can read his mind. If he knew how sinful Jungkook was being now.
If he ever found out, Jungkook would cry. He isn’t like this. He never has these sort of thoughts, especially not for… men. Especially not that. Never.
His paranoia for being found out makes his hands shaky. A thin layer of sweat breaks out on his skin even if the air conditioning is on. He can’t even finish the last few bites of his ramyeon. And despite his attempts to hide how he was feeling, Namjoon notices immediately.
“Jungkook? Are you okay? Oh dear–”
There’s a pair of hands on him, lifting him like he weighs nothing. “M’okay,” Jungkook slurs. “J-just seasick, I think- s-sorry…”
He shudders at the feeling of Namjoon loosening the buttons of his white button-up shirt. “You’re burning up,” Namjoon murmurs. “I didn’t think you’d get this seasick.”
“Sorry.” Jungkook says lamely. He can’t talk much. Not when Namjoon’s knuckles feel like ice against his hot skin, brushing over his nipples– once, twice–
Through his droopy eyes, he can see Namjoon’s kind face. His head is pushed down onto the soft pillow. “Get some rest. I’ll wake you up when the ferry is almost at the port, okay? And if you don’t feel okay, we can bring you back to…”
Namjoon’s voice fades away.
Jungkook dreams.
He dreams of a bright light in his face, and hands on his bare skin. When he opens his mouth to make a noise, all he can do is whimper. There’s something wet on his neck, sliding down his torso, fingers pinching at his nipples.
“He’s so cute, isn’t he?”
“He’s perfect.” The voice sounds tinny, compressed, like it’s coming from a phone speaker. “How long till you get here?”
“Soon– don’t be impatient.”
“Fucking hell. Flip him over, Joon, lemme see his cute little hole.”
Jungkook blacks out again after that.
When Jungkook wakes up again, he jolts as if he’s been electrocuted. With a startled gasp, he sits up, blinking his eyes rapidly to adjust to the darkness. His cock is hard within his pajamas, but the bright light and the voices are gone. All he sees is the room and Namjoon on the other side, snoring away.
He wraps his rosary around his hand so tight it cuts off his blood circulation and whispers prayers until he falls asleep again.
The camp itself turns out to be a few cozy log cabins in a quieter part of Jeju, a little far from all the tourist attractions. Jungkook barely even remembers getting off of the ferry. All he knows is that one moment, Namjoon was shaking him awake and telling him to get ready, and then the next, he’s in a van, dazed, pulling into the camp settlement.
“Hello! Welcome to our camp! You’re the first one here, Jungkook!” The first man that greets them is an eccentric camp counselor whose heart-shaped smile is enough to rouse Jungkook out of the daze he was in.
The man introduces himself as Hoseok and tells Jungkook to call him ‘hyung’ right off the bat, which serves to help the younger boy feel more comfortable. He gets paraded around the camp and introduced to all the employees.
Yoongi, the broody assistant to Namjoon. Seokjin, the cafeteria cook. Jimin and Taehyung, the people in charge of all the recreational activities. They all seem to be endeared immediately, especially Jimin and Taehyung, the two closest to his age, who immediately insist that they must do something fun together before the rest of the people at camp come.
Because Jungkook was the first there, he got to pick which cabin to stay at. He chose the cabin closest to where Namjoon’s was, just out of a desire to stay close to the adult that his father had entrusted to take care of him.
In hindsight, perhaps he should’ve questioned why there were only three cabins for what was supposed to be a camp for a bigger group of people– but he was too caught up on the fact that he was away from family and getting to make ‘friends.’
Even if those said friends were a lot more… affectionate than he was comfortable with.
Jimin and Taehyung basically broke into his cabin and cuddled with him on the first night. Seokjin liked to pat him on the head and ruffle his hair during breakfast. Hoseok enjoyed hugging Jungkook from the back so much that Jungkook began to do it back, thinking it was normal. Yoongi was more reserved when it came to touching, though, which made Jungkook think he was doing something wrong, he decided to initiate it instead.
He doesn’t quite notice the passage of time. Nor does he notice that he hasn’t been praying all that much, despite being in a Christian camp. And whenever he did, it would be with the six of them surrounding Jungkook as he knelt in the pews of the nearby chapel, sobbing his eyes out after Taehyung would coax him to drink too much alcohol while they spent time together after dinner.
They would murmur something about how he was good, and how God loved him even if he sinned. That Jesus had died for those sins he committed and would commit in the future.
He doesn’t think twice when Jimin mouths at his jaw, nor does he feel embarrassed when he makes eye contact with Namjoon. He blames it on being drunk every time he crawls towards the man, clinging to the fabric of his pants and mouthing at his cock, whimpering dizzily about being forgiven.
He doesn’t even think about how he always ends up in bed in a clean set of pajamas despite not being sober enough to change himself.
There were a lot of things Jungkook simply didn’t think about.
But he does notice how Namjoon wasn’t around as much during the day.
With all the fun he’s been having, waiting for the other camp members to make their arrival, in the back of his mind, all he could think of was Namjoon.
He’s been having dreams of the priest-to-be visiting him at night. It feels so real even though Jungkook knows it’s just a product of his sinful imagination.
Those big hands on his tiny waist, cock pressing against his cheek and coaxing his sweet, cotton-candy pink lips around the head. Namjoon’s low voice crooning about how good he is before Christening his skin with cum.
Jungkook doesn’t even get the chance to think about it when he wakes up the next morning, because either Yoongi or Hoseok always come to bring him to Seokjin so he can eat.
Whenever he tries to say no to anyone, or tries to even exercise a bit of autonomy, all they do is look at him disappointedly.
“God brought you here to spend time with other Christians, remember, Jungkook? You don’t want Him to be disappointed, right?” They’d say.
All of it sounded like bullshit, even in the haze of Jungkook’s confusion. But the fear of disobeying and disappointing anyone was enough to coerce him into doing things he shouldn’t.
It becomes a routine, hammered into his brain. It feels like the days are blurring together. He can’t find his cellphone– every time he offhandedly mentions it to Seokjin, the elder feeds him another bite of food, and eventually, his worries melt away.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." Jungkook’s sweet little voice that came from the other side of the confessional was pure, so wonderful that was hard to imagine him doing anything that God wouldn’t turn away from and forgive.
But Namjoon knew better. He’d watched Jungkook’s slow descent into madness. Now he would get to reap the benefits.
"Confess, and God shall forgive you." Namjoon murmurs.
He can see the outline of Jungkook’s head, and he can so clearly envision the younger boy’s eyes, glimmering with tears, pupils blown with drugs and stimulants enough to drive even the sanest person into a state of instability.
"I-I believe my sins are beyond forgiveness, Namj– Father..." Jungkook sniffles softly.
"God will decide if you are worthy of his forgiveness. But as long as you repent, he will let you into the gates of Heaven no matter how grave the sin."
Jungkook presses his mouth against his knuckles, hands folded in prayer, trying to muffle his sounds.
“My thoughts…” He whispers. “They have been unpure.”
“How so?”
“T-the messenger that God has chosen to deliver his word… I find that my dreams are plagued by his image instead.”
Namjoon loves how he still sounds so innocent. Jungkook is still a virgin, despite all the depraved things he and the other men of the ‘camp’ have done to him. Even with everyone’s burning desire to stick their cocks into every orifice until he’s stuffed with cum, the pleasure of getting to fill Jungkook’s sweet little hole for the first time was saved for one person only.
“Tell me more.”
“I-I think about him so often…” Other small sounds were emitted by Jungkook, a tiny little guttural noise in his throat. “I think of him so often t-that my brain is convinced he might be God himself.”
“Is that so…”
Jungkook sobs into his hands. “Y-yes. I’m sorry- I’m s-sorry– I know it’s wrong…”
“Why do you think it’s wrong? You can tell me. God forgives all of his children.”
“Be-because,” Jungkook hiccups. “Sodomy is a sin, isn’t it?”
“Are you confessing that you’ve been sodomized?”
“Not yet… But I-I–”
Jungkook suddenly comes close to the screen that separates the two of them, big eyes widened, as if he were able to see the priest, even in the dim interior of the confessional booth. Namjoon can see him from this side– the way Jungkook’s skin is flushed with arousal, the warmth reddening his cheeks and round little nose, the little mole right beneath his pink, plump lips.
"I did s-something worse." Jungkook took one of his hands and reached behind him, below him.
Namjoon cusses under his breath.
Suddenly, the confessional booth fills with a sweet scent of strawberry, cloying and sickly sweet in a way that makes Namjoon’s gums ache. Because he would recognize that scent anywhere.
“I wished to be filled by h-him. In my dreams– I wish he’d visit me, and fill me here. It aches, Father, I want it, I need it–”
Jungkook’s cheek presses against the screen, and he moans out, needy, unable to fight the influence of the drugs.
"Your sins, these blasphemous desires of yours… they truly are deserving of punishment." Namjoon watches how Jungkook shudders.
"I will repent,” Jungkook insists. Namjoon notices how labored his breathing has become. “I promise I will.”
The chapel was empty. It was the dead of the night, and the rest of the men were in their own cabins. Here, only God and Namjoon himself would be able to judge him.
Jungkook looks like a cherub, even as he stumbles out of the confessional booth dressed in nothing but one of Namjoon’s button-ups. The strawberry lube leaks and trickles down his legs. He practically falls to his knees at the sight of Namjoon walking towards him, sobbing out as he’s dragged to the altar.
His pink, sinful lips mouthed over Namjoon’s hard cock inside his pants. His tongue lolls out, cupping around the curve of his tip. It seemed that the longer he went without being filled, the more his brain was melting. Namjoon’s hand goes down to the hem to pull it down, tucking it just underneath his balls, and watches how Jungkook swallows his veiny length. Like a cock-hungry incubus. As if he couldn’t bear to not have his throat stuffed.
The priest grinned, looking at how Jungkook’s bambi-like eyes filled with tears as he gagged around Namjoon’s length.
This was where he was always meant to be.
Namjoon digs his hand into Jungkook’s hair and tugs his head until the tip of his nose brushes against Namjoon’s pelvis, throat convulsing as he chokes and struggles for air. Then he starts to fuck the younger boy’s throat, only letting up when Jungkook looked as if he were about to pass out. Jungkook pulls off, gasping for air.
“Wa-was that good?”
“Fuck,” Namjoon hisses, balls tightening at the sight of how a string of saliva connects Jungkook’s lips to the tip of his cock. It’s such an erotic sight that he can’t stop himself from throwing Jungkook’s body over the altar, palms spreading his ass cheeks and spitting on his hole, watching how it winks at him, clenching around nothing.
“I have to fill this sinful hole of yours and cleanse you of sin from the inside,” Namjoon says. His fingers press into Jungkook’s hole. Jungkook lets out a shaky ooooh, gasping at how thick the elder’s fingers are. He’d been prepped earlier but nothing would compare to Namjoon’s fingers.
"Y-yes, Father…" Jungkook’s free hand holds onto the edge of the altar, hips bowing and legs spreading as if to try and make more space, but Namjoon seemed to be everywhere, all-consuming.
Jungkook looks up to the statue of Jesus on the cross– the person who had died for him to be able to sin like this.
“Thank you–” He gasps out, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you–!
"Who are you thanking, Jungkook-ah?” Namjoon leans down and bites at the nape of Jungkook’s neck, cock pressing against the softness of Jungkook’s asscheek. He presses a third finger in and hooks them just right so Jungkook screams. It echoes against the empty walls of the chapel.
“I-I- I’m thanking God-” Jungkook stutters out, knees knocking together. His own little cock has begun to dribble precum like a faucet, dripping out a puddle onto the marble floor like a needy whore.
“Who’s the one with their fingers in you?” Namjoon growls. He shoves another finger in, and Jungkook wails, back arching so far that it looks painful. His legs kick out as if trying to make Namjoon stop. The elder was just a thumb away from fisting him . “Is it God that’s about to fuck you, baby?”
“No– Ah, a-ahhh! Joon, Joonie,” Jungkook cries, head craning around, spine twisting as if trying to look at Namjoon. “Please, please–”
Namjoon couldn’t wait any longer. As soon as his fingers slide out aggressively, a torrent of lube gushes out after, then his hard cock pushes in against the pucker of Jungkook’s asshole and slides in.
It was almost too good, so tight and hot around him. Jungkook has gone silent, jaw dropped in a silent scream. For a moment, all Namjoon can feel is Jungkook’s wet hole suctioned deliciously around his length, pelvis pressed firmly against the flesh of Jungkook’s ass.
Namjoon doesn’t wait for Jungkook to say he can move– because he’s selfish that way. He fucks into Jungkook like he’s nothing but a fleshlight. Jungkook makes all sorts of animalistic noises, writhing and wailing, stuck between wanting to beg Namjoon to stop and wanting to be thoroughly used.
He felt like a doll. Ruined. Torn apart.
All because of Namjoon.
Jungkook is flipped over again, knee slung over Namjoon’s shoulder, and this time, he’s forced to look the elder in the eye.
Even through his drug-induced haze, he comes to a realization that shakes him to his core. He can feel his heart beating so fast it feels as if he’s going to faint, the tip of Namjoon’s cock digging into his prostate with each animalistic thrust, fingers in his throat–
He had come to this camp, trying to get closer to God.
And he’d found God the moment that Namjoon split him apart on his length. Cleansing him forever.
He blacks out when he cums.
The rest of the men get their turn later on in the week. They parade Jungkook around Jeju, bringing him to all the nicest places his parents told him to stay away from. He’s still drugged up of course, just because they love how much more pliant he is. But the truth is that his mind has been broken so much that even if he were sober, he would follow them anywhere, as long as Namjoon was there.
After they shower him with gifts, they fuck him in the van, in the corner of a parking lot where anyone could see them.
Namjoon insists that Jungkook can take two, maybe three cocks inside his hole– even as Jungkook slurs out his protests.
Yoongi presses kisses to Jungkook’s face while Taehyung manhandles him and tosses him right on top of Hoseok. Seokjin’s already positioning his and Hoseok’s cocks while Jimin tries to find where he’ll fit. His tinkling laughter rings in Jungkook’s ears– he’s laughing like it’s funny that Jungkook has been turned into a fuckhole for all of them to use.
Then, they try, and they do, the blunt head of the Hoseok’s dick pushing at his hole until it finally gives way under the insistent pressure. Jimin’s fingers follow suit, tugging at his rim as Taehyung spits on it. Seokjin says something that Jungkook can’t understand completely– something about Christian boys being the best ones to fuck– then his cock slides in against Hoseok’s. Jungkook cries but Yoongi’s already sliding his own dick down the youngest’s throat. Jimin’s rubbing against his cheek, getting precum in his eye, and the tip of Taehyung’s cock is already attempting to push its way between the two already hammering inside of him.
“Your parents are gonna love this part–”
“Oh yeah. Fucking look at that fucking hole. Put some more fucking lube in there, I want it wet and sloppy–” Namjoon murmurs from the front seat. He’s recording it all.
“You’re never gonna see your family again, Kook-ah… Might as well smile for the camera now–”
“Maybe if you pray enough they’ll come save you!”
Jungkook can still feel the orgasm building inside his gut, even when they’re being so goddamn mean and horrible. The sensation curls in his gut, so intense and violent that he might’ve blacked out if not for the stimulants Seokjin put in his food to keep him awake. He’s sensitive all over, nerves alight. It feels wrong and fucked up that he could even orgasm in this situation, surrounded by people who had lied to him, mocking him, filming him. People who had manipulated him. And yet his balls tighten, and he squeaks around Yoongi’s cock.
The shallow drag of the three cocks inside of him are almost enough to drive him insane. They weren’t fucking him hard enough. He whines in disappointment when Hoseok groans, spilling inside of him, and the other two follow suit. But before he can beg, Namjoon makes his way to the back with them and wastes no time sticking his cock inside the mess the other men left for him.
Jungkook had forgotten how much bigger Namjoon’s dick is than the rest of them, because it felt like his first time again when he slides in with ease. It makes his brain melt all over again.
“Oh fuuuuck,” Namjoon murmurs. “Such a good little bitch you are, huh? You want forgiveness so bad?”
“Y-yes,” Jungkook gurgles. More cum dribbles from the corner of his mouth. “Please f-forgive me, God, my god, my god –!”
The clip ends.