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Collared free use Sauna Cumdump
Jungkook fists, breeds & ruins Taehyung's leaky milf pussy
The private sauna wing was already thick with steam when Jungkook stepped inside, towel slung low on his hips. Heat rolled over his skin in heavy waves, clinging to every inch of muscle. In the corner, Taehyung knelt on the wooden bench exactly as ordered... completely naked except for the thin leather collar locked around his throat and the thick black plug stretching his ass open.
His heavy, milk-swollen tits hung forward under their own weight, the soft, full curves already beading white droplets from the stiff, dark nipples. Every shallow breath made those fat udders sway. Between his spread thighs, his puffy pussy glistened under the dim lights, the outer lips swollen and parted, the little clit peeking out hard and shiny. A slow, steady trickle of slick had already darkened the wood beneath him in a messy wet patch.
“Welcome, sir,” Taehyung said softly, eyes lowered in perfect submission. “I’m yours until morning. Use whatever you want.”
Jungkook dropped the towel. His thick, veiny cock swung heavy and half-hard, the fat head already darkening and thickening at the sight of the collared milf on display. He stepped closer, the steam curling around his thighs, and gripped Taehyung’s chin hard, tilting that pretty face up.
“Open.”
Taehyung’s plush lips parted instantly. Jungkook fed the fat, leaking head past them, pushing deep in one slow, deliberate thrust until the older man’s throat bulged obscenely around the shaft. He held him there, heavy balls resting against Taehyung’s chin, the musky scent of his cock flooding the omega’s nose while steam curled around them both.
“Suck. Nice and slow. I want to feel every inch of that throat working me.”
Taehyung obeyed without hesitation. His tongue pressed flat along the thick underside, cheeks hollowed tight, saliva already dripping in long, shiny strings down his chin and onto the soft tops of his own heavy tits. Jungkook’s hips began a slow, controlled roll, fucking that wet mouth with deep, measured strokes. Every time the fat cockhead slammed the back of Taehyung’s throat, a soft, wet gag echoed off the tiled walls. Milk leaked faster from the stiff nipples, running in thin white streams over the soft curve of Taehyung’s belly and dripping onto the bench.
Jungkook kept the pace deliberately slow at first, dragging the full length out until only the head stretched those lips, then feeding it all the way back in until Taehyung’s nose pressed into the dark, coarse pubic hair at the base. Spit flooded around the shaft, turning everything shiny and filthy. He could feel the older man’s throat fluttering and convulsing around him with every deep thrust.
“That’s it. Take it deeper. You’ve been waiting all day to choke on this huge cock, haven’t you, milfy slut?”
Taehyung made a muffled, wet sound of agreement around the thick meat, eyes watering, more spit spilling down onto his swaying tits. Jungkook finally pulled out with a loud, wet pop. Thick strings of saliva still connected those swollen lips to the shiny cockhead. He wiped the mess across Taehyung’s cheek, then gripped the leather collar and dragged him up.
He pushed the older man face-down over the highest sauna bench so those heavy, milk-filled tits swung free and the plugged ass was raised high and presented. Jungkook hooked two fingers into the base of the thick black plug and tugged it free with a filthy wet sound. Taehyung’s hole clenched and fluttered around the sudden emptiness, shiny with lube, the rim already soft and stretched.
“Look at that hungry little shithole. Already begging to be ruined.”
He lined the fat, spit-slick head of his cock against the loosened hole and slammed in to the root in one brutal, uninterrupted thrust. Taehyung’s scream bounced off the steam-filled walls. Jungkook didn’t give him a single second to adjust. He set a hard, deep, punishing rhythm immediately, hips snapping forward with force, heavy balls slapping wetly against the dripping folds of Taehyung’s pussy with every stroke. The thick shaft dragged in and out, stretching the rim obscenely wide on every withdrawal, the wet, filthy sound of ass being used filling the entire sauna.
“Fuck… your ass is gripping me so tight, mommy. Been waiting all day to get this hole wrecked, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir… please… wreck it… use your free-use hole…” Taehyung sobbed, voice broken, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. His heavy tits swung in wide, hypnotic circles, milk spraying across the hot wood with each impact. The soft flesh jiggled and slapped together, white droplets flying.
Jungkook reached under the older man’s body and pinched both stiff nipples hard, twisting and milking them roughly while he continued to pound that tight ass. Warm milk coated his fingers in thick streams. He brought the wet fingers to Taehyung’s open mouth.
“Clean it. Taste what a leaky cow you are.”
Taehyung licked every drop obediently, moaning around the fingers as the thick cock continued to spear him open without mercy. Jungkook’s other hand slid down between those spread thighs and found the swollen clit. He rubbed it in rough, fast circles, matching the brutal pace of his thrusts. Taehyung’s legs started shaking hard.
“Gonna squirt for me already? Do it. Make a mess while I fist this greedy ass later.”
Taehyung came with a broken, high cry, his cunt spasming violently and squirting clear fluid down his own trembling thighs and onto the bench in messy pulses. Jungkook never slowed. He kept railing the clenching hole straight through the orgasm, forcing another smaller, weaker squirt out of him with every deep thrust.
When he finally pulled out, Taehyung’s ass gaped open, shiny and used, the rim soft and fluttering. Jungkook flipped him onto his back on the wide bench, shoved those thick thighs wide apart, and shoved back into the dripping pussy in one smooth, forceful motion. The wet heat swallowed him greedily. He folded Taehyung nearly in half, knees pressed toward the older man’s shoulders, and drove deep, the fat cockhead battering the entrance to his womb with every brutal stroke.
“Look at these fat tits bouncing. Milk them for me while I breed this slutty cunt.”
Taehyung’s hands flew to his own heavy breasts immediately. He squeezed and pulled the stiff nipples hard, sending arcs of warm milk up that landed on his own flushed face and across Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook leaned down, licked a long stripe of the milk from the soft skin, then sealed his mouth over one nipple and sucked hard, drinking deeply while his cock hammered faster and deeper. The dual sensation of the thick shaft stretching his cunt and the strong suction on his nipple made Taehyung’s eyes roll back. His swollen clit was trapped between their bodies, dragged and crushed with every powerful thrust.
“Sir… I’m gonna cum again… please choke me… dominate your hole…”
Jungkook’s big hand closed around the older man’s throat, squeezing just enough to restrict airflow. Taehyung’s vision blurred at the edges, his cunt clamping down like a vice around the thick cock. He came hard a second time, squirting around the shaft in messy, forceful pulses that soaked Jungkook’s abs and the wooden bench beneath them. Jungkook snarled and followed, burying himself to the hilt and pumping thick, heavy ropes of cum deep into Taehyung’s womb. It overflowed immediately, creamy white mixing with clear squirt and dripping onto the wood in long, sticky strings.
He stayed buried, grinding in slow, deep circles, milking the last pulses of his orgasm into the clenching heat. Then he pulled out slowly, watching the thick creampie leak from the stretched, puffy cunt. He pushed three thick fingers back inside and stirred the mess, the wet squelch loud in the steamy air.
“Not done. Crawl to the floor. Ass up.”
Taehyung slid off the bench on shaky limbs and presented on all fours on the warm tile, back arched, hole still gaping and shiny. Jungkook knelt behind him, spat a thick glob of saliva directly onto his fist, and pressed the knuckles against the loosened, used hole. He pushed steadily, watching the rim stretch wider and wider until his entire hand disappeared past the wrist. Taehyung screamed, body shaking hard, fresh slick dripping from his empty cunt onto the floor in a steady stream.
“Fist this worthless ass while I slap that fat clit.”
Jungkook pumped his fist in and out with wet, filthy squelches, twisting and stretching the hole open. His free hand cracked repeatedly against Taehyung’s swollen, shiny clit. The sharp, wet smacks made the sensitive nub swell even larger and darker. Taehyung’s screams turned into broken, continuous, high-pitched moans.
“I’m cumming… fist me… slap it… I’m your submissive cumdump… please don’t stop…!”
A powerful squirt shot from his cunt in a high arc, splashing across the floor. Jungkook kept fist-fucking and slapping the clit without mercy, forcing another smaller spray out of him. When the violent spasms finally eased, he pulled his fist free with a wet, obscene sound and immediately replaced it with his still-hard cock, slamming back into the ruined ass to the hilt.
He fucked him on the floor like that until the second thick load painted Taehyung’s guts white, the older man’s body limp and trembling, holes stretched and used. Then Jungkook dragged him by the collar into the cold plunge pool, still buried deep in his ass, and used him under the freezing water. The sudden temperature shock made both of Taehyung’s holes clench even tighter around the thick cock, drawing another low groan from Jungkook.
They moved eventually to the private recovery room. Jungkook sat on the wide daybed and pulled the dazed, cum-leaking Taehyung into his lap facing him. Taehyung sank down onto the thick cock again, this time into his dripping, creampied cunt, and began to ride. Jungkook leaned forward and sucked both nipples in turn, drinking the milk that still flowed freely from the heavy tits. Every bounce made Taehyung’s swollen clit drag along the ridged shaft. Jungkook’s hands stayed firm... one around the older man’s throat, the other gripping a soft ass cheek... controlling the pace completely, forcing him to take every inch deep and hard.
“Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your free-use milf… just holes and leaking tits… I love being dominated… please keep using me…”
Jungkook came a third time deep inside that fluttering cunt, holding Taehyung down firmly so every thick pulse stayed trapped inside. He made the older man stay seated, cockwarming the still-hard length, while he recovered enough for another round.
By the time the night finally ended, Taehyung’s holes were puffy, red, and thoroughly used. His lower belly was slightly rounded with the multiple loads of cum sealed inside him. His heavy tits hung soft and mostly emptied of milk. Jungkook pushed the thick black plug back into the gaping ass, locking a fresh load inside, and left the collar on.
“Same time next week. Be ready.”
Taehyung only smiled, eyes hazy and glazed, body already aching sweetly for the next booking.
****
The following week Jungkook returned to the private sauna wing at the exact same hour. The steam was already heavy, the air thick and wet. Taehyung was waiting on the same wooden bench, naked except for the leather collar, but this time his wrists were already bound behind his back with thick black rope, the knots neat and unyielding.
A matching set of rope secured his ankles together. The thick black plug was seated deep in his ass again, and his heavy, milk-swollen tits hung forward, nipples stiff and already leaking thin white trails down the soft curves. Between his tightly pressed thighs, his puffy pussy was visibly wet, the swollen clit peeking out, a slow drip of slick darkening the wood beneath him.
He looked up when the door opened, eyes already glassy with need, but his mouth still tried to hold onto the last scraps of pride.
“You’re late,” Taehyung said, voice low and slightly shaky. “I’ve been waiting like this for twenty minutes.”
Jungkook dropped his towel without answering. His thick, veiny cock was already half-hard, swinging heavy as he walked closer. He gripped Taehyung’s chin hard, forcing the older man’s face up.
“I decide when I arrive. You wait however long I want. That’s what the collar means.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He fed the fat head of his cock past Taehyung’s lips and pushed deep until the older man’s throat bulged. This time he didn’t go slow. He fucked that wet mouth with deep, controlled thrusts from the start, one hand locked in Taehyung’s dark hair, the other resting lazily on the back of his neck. Every time the cockhead slammed the back of his throat, a wet gag echoed through the steamy room. Saliva poured down Taehyung’s chin and onto his heavy, leaking tits.
Taehyung tried to pull back once, a small, instinctive struggle against the rope binding his wrists. Jungkook simply pushed deeper and held him there, nose pressed into the dark pubic hair, until Taehyung’s eyes watered and his throat convulsed hard around the shaft.
“Struggle all you want,” Jungkook said calmly, still buried to the root. “Those ropes aren’t coming off until I decide. You’re free-use. That means I use you however I want, for as long as I want.”
He finally pulled out with a wet pop. Thick strings of spit still connected Taehyung’s swollen lips to the shiny cock. Jungkook wiped the mess across the older man’s cheek, then reached down and tugged the plug free. Taehyung’s hole clenched and fluttered around the sudden emptiness, shiny and soft.
Instead of fucking him immediately, Jungkook stepped back and simply looked at him.
“Beg for it.”
Taehyung’s face flushed darker. His bound hands flexed uselessly behind his back. His dripping cunt clenched visibly, another slow trickle of slick running down his inner thigh.
“Please…” he muttered, the word forced.
“Louder. And properly.”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened. For a moment the old pride flickered in his eyes. Then another wave of need rolled through him and his hips shifted restlessly against the bench.
“Please use me, sir. Please fuck your free-use hole. I need it.”
Jungkook still didn’t move. He stroked his thick cock slowly, the fat head glistening, and watched Taehyung’s bound body tremble with denied need.
“Not good enough. Tell me what you are while you beg.”
Taehyung’s breathing grew heavier. His heavy tits rose and fell, milk beading faster at the nipples. The internal conflict was written clearly across his face... the residual arrogance fighting the raw, physical hunger that the collar and the ropes and the waiting had already sharpened.
“I’m your free-use milf,” he said, voice tighter now. “Just holes and leaking tits. Please… please wreck me. I’ve been aching for it all week.”
Only then did Jungkook step forward. He gripped the rope at Taehyung’s wrists and hauled him off the bench, turning him and bending him face-down over the highest wooden platform so his bound arms were forced higher up his back and his heavy tits hung free. The position stretched him open. Jungkook lined up and slammed into the loosened ass in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
Taehyung cried out, the sound sharp and broken. Jungkook gave him no time to adjust. He set a hard, deep rhythm immediately, hips snapping, heavy balls slapping wetly against the dripping folds of Taehyung’s pussy with every stroke. The thick shaft dragged in and out, stretching the rim wide, the filthy wet sound of ass being used filling the steam.
“That’s better,” Jungkook growled, one hand locked around the back of Taehyung’s neck, pinning his cheek to the hot wood. “This is what you get for making me wait. For still trying to hold onto that little bit of pride.”
He reached under and pinched both stiff nipples hard, twisting and milking them while he continued to pound. Warm milk coated his fingers. He brought the wet fingers to Taehyung’s mouth.
“Clean it.”
Taehyung licked obediently, moaning around the fingers as the thick cock continued to spear him open. Jungkook’s other hand found the swollen clit and rubbed it in rough, deliberate circles... not enough to let him cum, just enough to keep him right on the edge. Every time Taehyung’s thighs started to shake harder, Jungkook eased the pressure, denying him.
“Not yet. You don’t get to cum until I say. Struggle if you want. It won’t help.”
Taehyung’s bound body jerked against the ropes. His internal conflict showed in the way he tried to push back for more friction one moment and then tried to twist away from the overwhelming sensation the next. Jungkook used the dirty talk like a tool, slowing or speeding his thrusts to match the words.
“Listen to how wet you are. Your cunt is dripping all over my balls while I wreck this tight little shithole. You’ve spent the whole week thinking about this, haven’t you? Sitting at home with the plug in, leaking, waiting for me to come back and use you again.”
“Yes... fuck... yes, sir...”
Jungkook pulled out suddenly. Taehyung made a broken, frustrated sound at the empty feeling. Jungkook flipped him onto his back on the wide bench, shoved his bound ankles up, and folded him nearly in half. The position left his dripping pussy completely exposed and vulnerable. Jungkook shoved back into the wet heat in one smooth, forceful motion and immediately resumed the hard, deep pounding, the fat head battering the entrance to his womb with every thrust.
He closed one hand around Taehyung’s throat, squeezing just enough, while the other hand returned to the swollen clit... rubbing, pinching, then stopping again the moment Taehyung got too close.
“Look at these fat tits bouncing while I breed you. Milk them. Now.”
Taehyung’s bound hands were useless, so he could only arch and present the heavy breasts. Jungkook leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, drinking the warm milk while his cock hammered faster. The dual sensation made Taehyung’s eyes roll. His cunt clamped down hard, trying to drag Jungkook over the edge with him, but Jungkook simply slowed, grinding deep and denying them both for several long, torturous seconds.
“Not yet. I decide when this greedy hole gets to cum.”
He kept the denial going for long minutes... thrusting hard, then slowing, rubbing the clit, then stopping, choking just enough to make Taehyung’s vision blur, then easing off. Every time Taehyung’s body wound tighter, Jungkook pulled him back from the edge with calm, filthy words.
“You’re shaking. Your cunt is fluttering around me like it’s starving. Beg properly and maybe I’ll let you squirt.”
Taehyung’s pride had almost completely eroded under the prolonged denial. His voice came out wrecked and desperate.
“Please, sir... please let me cum... I’m your free-use cumdump... just holes and leaking tits... please use me, please let me squirt on your cock...”
Only then did Jungkook give him what he needed. He rubbed the swollen clit in fast, rough circles while slamming deep and hard. Taehyung came with a broken scream, cunt spasming violently and squirting clear fluid in messy pulses around the thick shaft. Jungkook fucked him straight through it, forcing another smaller spray out of him, then buried himself to the hilt and pumped his own thick load deep into the clenching heat.
He stayed locked there, grinding slowly, until the last pulses faded. Then he pulled out, watched the creampie leak, and immediately pushed three fingers back inside to stir the mess.
“Still not done. You don’t get to rest yet.”
He hauled the still-bound, trembling Taehyung off the bench and onto the floor on his knees. This time he spat on his fist and pressed the knuckles against the loosened, used hole. He pushed steadily until his entire hand disappeared past the wrist. Taehyung’s scream was raw. Jungkook pumped the fist in and out with wet, filthy squelches while his free hand cracked repeatedly against the swollen, oversensitive clit.
“Fist this worthless ass while I slap that fat little clit. You don’t get to cum again until I say. Struggle. I want to feel you fight it.”
Taehyung did struggle... body jerking against the ropes, thighs trying to close, voice breaking between pleas and broken curses... but the progressive escalation left him no real escape. Jungkook kept the fist-fucking deep and relentless, the clit slaps sharp and precise, the dirty talk constant and controlling, until Taehyung’s resistance finally shattered into pure, shaking submission.
Only then did Jungkook let him squirt again, a powerful arc that splashed across the floor. He pulled his fist free, replaced it with his still-hard cock, and fucked the ruined ass until he painted Taehyung’s guts with a second thick load.
By the time he finally untied the ropes, Taehyung was limp, holes puffy and used, belly slightly rounded, tits soft and mostly emptied. Jungkook pushed the plug back in, sealing everything inside, and left the collar on.
He crouched down, gripped Taehyung’s chin, and made the older man look at him.
“Next week I’ll bring the flogger and the nipple clamps. You’re going to thank me for every strike. Understand?”
Taehyung’s voice was hoarse, eyes hazy, the last of his struggle burned away.
“Yes, sir. Thank you for using me.”
Jungkook left him there on the warm tile, plugged, collared with leaking wide open all holes...
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The end
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