Idol Thoughts

Chapter One

The Proposal

(Intro : Persona)

If you know anything at all about Korean culture it's probably K-pop, right? Thanks in no small part to a string of high-profile, internationally successful acts, more and more people are listening to Korean artists the world over. 

If you're not familiar, K-pop is a genre-hopping, energetic affair, characterised by impressive choreography, eye-catching outfits and impossibly high beauty standards. The challenges that these artists face in such an infamously high-pressure industry are huge. Not only do they have to present themselves as perfect, glowing icons of youthful beauty, they also have to be seen as romantically available for every horny teenage fan-girl out there. It's of the utmost importance that their private lives are kept a closely guarded secret.

Because, in reality, they're nothing like the wholesome, respectable boys they portray in public - in fact, most male K-pop stars are insatiably horny, sex-obsessed freaks. It's easy to see why. Spending all day with other sexually frustrated young men, endlessly practicing dance routines, touring together, sharing dressing rooms, hotel suites, showers... They live and work in a crazy, intense world, where life looks like a non-stop homoerotic fever dream. So it makes total sense that they'd want to fuck each other's brains out.

But that, of course, would be majorly scandalous. And so, in order to keep their full rosters of gorgeous, over-sexed Asian twinks focussed on their choreography rather than each other's buttholes, their shrewd managers provide the services of certain professionals - such as myself - who can satisfy whatever sexual, kinky or romantic needs they might have. But I'm getting ahead of myself. 

My name's Caleb Park - not the most Korean sounding, I know. I was born in New York City to a career diplomat and a classical violinist, who moved to Seoul when I was three. Growing up here as a queer, mixed race 'outsider' presented its share of hardships, but I wouldn't change my life for anything. My experiences have shaped me into the entrepreneurial, determined twenty-five year old that I am. I've got a job that I love, a few good friends and the body of an Olympian on steroids. Not that I am, of course - being the only son of very wealthy, distant parents means that I have ample free time, a great deal of which is spent in the gym pumping iron with my fellow meat-heads. It has been my second home since my early teens, when I discovered my passion for - but, I digress. To all appearances, I was a well-educated aspiring fashion and fitness model with big muscles and a sweet, boyish face. But in reality, that was all a front for my secret life - as an exclusive and discerning rent-boy for Seoul's sexually-unfulfilled elite.

It was one of these clients - Hyun-Ki, a smart, handsome executive in his early thirties - that pulled me into this story. He'd stumbled across my socials, full of sexy, revealing shots of my sculpted physique in various states of undress, and slid into my DMs. 

In his messages, Hyun-Ki confessed his attraction to me, and that he'd love to meet. I suggested that for the right price anything was possible, and before long we had arranged our first encounter. We met at a sophisticated jazz bar in Cheongdam-dong, making polite, flirtatious conversation over drinks while a very serious-looking Japanese trio played on in the background. With his good looks, sharp Italian suit and easy, charming smile, I found myself falling for Hyun-Ki in a way that I normally don't allow with my clients. He had a natural, undeniable magnetism and I lost myself in his deep brown eyes more than once. 

Usually the men that pay for my services like to talk about themselves, sharing stories about their lives or their careers, and I was adept at playing their polite, attentive companion, but Hyun-Ki had a way of asking about my life that brought the words tumbling out of my mouth. I told him everything that he cared to know - my past, my dreams for the future, my tastes in art, music and men, and by the time we had finished our drinks I felt perfectly at ease around him. He picked up the tab and we and made the short journey over to my modest apartment.

As we arrived, I poured Hyun-Ki a drink while he admired the artwork adorning the walls, including a piece I'd recently commissioned from a video-artist friend. It consisted of a dozen or so screens of mixed size, arranged artfully on the wall, like a collage in motion. Half were playing a selection of my favourite K-pop videos, and the other half a collection of carefully curated clips from porn films. Each one had been chosen to compliment the colourful, over-the-top aesthetic of the music videos, and the overall effect was a dazzlingly eye-catching riot of colours and flesh. 

I handed Hyun-Ki his drink and we studied the installation together for a moment, enjoying vibrant yet disjointed performances from Stray Kids, EXO and more, inter-cut with hardcore scenes of beautiful men fucking and sucking away with wild abandon. 

  "Arresting, isn't it?" I asked as I moved away to the couch, unbuttoning my shirt as I went.

  "Very," he replied, still quite engrossed by the stream of striking, erotic imagery. "Does it have some deep meaning, do you think?"

  "Well, it could be a comment on how society commodifies youth and beauty," I mused, loosening my belt. "Or perhaps it could be a treatise on hedonism in the face of mortality." My trousers hit the floor. "But actually, I think it just means that I appreciate beauty, wherever I find it."

When Hyun-Ki turned around I was stood by the window - an Adonis-like vision of masculinity, nude, save for a stylish white jockstrap - and I beckoned for him to join me. With all of Seoul laid- out before us like a forest of lights in the darkness, we embraced. As we kissed, Hyun-Ki's hands wandered the surface of my chest, sensually tracing and caressing its smooth, firm ridges and sloping valleys with his fingers. I stripped him of the expensive suit and knelt to pull his briefs to his ankles, revealing a modest yet mouth-watering member. I licked my lips seductively and pulled him into my mouth, sucking hungrily like it was the only thing that could sustain me, and soon he was holding my head in place, thrusting his hips, while I gazed up longingly into his eyes.

Next Hyun-Ki had me lie on the couch while he indulged himself, worshipping my stunning musculature. For almost an hour he explored every inch of my god-like form with his mouth, nose and hands, mapping out every intimate detail like a cartographer. He sniffed the faint musk of my armpits, pulled on my stiff, brown nipples and licked every chiselled muscle from my shoulders down to my calves. Finally, having saved my tight, boxy ass for last, he spread my cheeks and planted his face there, sniffing, licking and groaning like a dog in heat. The sounds vibrated into my butthole and tickled my prostate, making a thick, clear drop of pre-cum ooze out of my cock.

At last Hyun-Ki slipped his tongue from my asshole, then mounted my perfect muscle-ass raw, using me like a human Fleshlight. I begged and pleaded for him to go harder, faster, deeper. Slick and accommodating, my hole took everything that he gave, gripping and massaging his shaft with every thrust 'til Hyun-Ki could hold back no longer and shot his thick, creamy load deep inside me. We collapsed in a sweaty heap, holding each other, while he sucked gently on my nipples and I jerked a big, wet load all over my abs, where it mixed with our sweat in gooey, milky puddles.

Afterwards we showered and Hyun-Ki said his goodbyes, and a little while later I received a notification informing me that a deposit had been made in my account. Curiously, he had sent roughly triple my not-insignificant asking price, along with a message. It asked that I meet with him to discuss an opportunity he was certain I'd be interested in. My mind was racing. What sort of opportunity? Who exactly was this man? I realised that I barely knew anything about him, other than the fact that he was clearly very wealthy and had a charming, reassuring air about him. But I found myself throwing caution to the wind and agreeing to meet him again a few days later.

Our second meeting took place at an upmarket restaurant, the sort where men in nice suits discuss big business over expensive, elegantly presented cuisine. Hyun-Ki was already seated when I arrived and he stood to greet me with a short bow and a friendly handshake.

  "Thank you for meeting me again so soon," he said, with that easy smile of his. "But first, allow me to apologise for any mysteriousness on my part. Our topic of discussion today requires, ah, a certain level of discretion you understand, and I thought it best we speak face-to-face."

I was intrigued. Something seemed different about Hyun-Ki. On our date he had been fairly quiet and disarming, but it appeared that today was his turn to talk, while I listened.

  "Our meeting wasn't by chance, you see. I happen to be in charge of a large, successful company that provides a range of practical, logistical and specialist services to the entertainment industry - all of no interest to you, of course, but I happen to know of a vacant role in one of our more under-the-radar departments that someone with your interests and considerable talent would be perfect for. Our encounter was my way of scouting you out as it were, and I'm convinced that you'd make a wonderful addition to the team."

I shifted slightly in my seat, unsure where this was going. I took a sip of sparkling wine and let him continue.

  "I can sense that you're suitably curious, so I'll come right out with it. Caleb, how would you like to get paid an eye-watering sum of money to live in luxury, spending your days fucking some of the hottest Korean pop-stars around?" 

I laughed, loudly, and some nearby diners shot curious glances our way at the outburst. Surely, this had to be a cruel joke. 

  "Very funny," I said, barely masking my annoyance. "You must be aware of how ridiculous that sounds. Are you mocking me because of my work? Is that it?"

  "Not at all. I'm completely serious," Hyun-Ki said, sliding a tablet across the table. "See for yourself. Normally we don't allow any recording, but in this case I felt you'd need to see it before you believed it."

Still dubious, I grabbed the device and hit play on the queued-up video. On screen, a young, slim black boy with short, military-cut hair lies naked on a recliner. He seems to be in his early twenties. Straddling him, riding what appears to be an enormous cock, is none other than Chinese heart- throb and controversial pop superstar, Lucas Wong. He's naked except for a sleek, white chastity cage fitted snugly around his cock, keeping it tightly constrained while his balls swing free. Those dreamy, otherworldly eyes, those full, luscious lips... I'd spent hours fixated on Lucas' exquisite features in my jerk-off sessions and here they were before me, twisted into a look of pure, dumb ecstasy from the sensations occurring in his ass. As he bounced on the big black cock impaling him, Lucas made love to the camera with his beautiful eyes like I'd seen before in so many music videos - head tilted to the side, mouth slightly agape, looking too fucking perfect for words. I was speechless, cock swelling in my pants as I watched. The whole thing lasted maybe thirty seconds and I just sat there gawping as it played on repeat, while my mind quietly imploded.  

I looked up, bewildered, and said, "When can I start?"