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“So, we’ve asked you all to come down today because we have prepared a challenge that will test your teamwork, your determination and your chemistry with your fellow contestants” Youngjoon smiled, sorting through the meticulously prepared cue-cards in his hands as he looked out at the rows of contestants, split onto two sets of bleachers by team like before, speaking carefully into the microphone in his hand as he read. Harry was stood next to him, gripping his own microphone with his arm hanging down by his side, surveying the reactions of the contestants as Youngjoon revealed the next mini-challenge.

“You will vote for two contestants, regardless of group, who will have… a wrestling match.”

The feeling of excitement in the room was palpable. The boys were already discussing and thinking about who they might like to vote for. Harry took Youngjoon’s voice as a cue to start getting things ready, turning around to head over to the back wall of the room, which was cloaked by a large black curtain, almost like the changing rooms that many of the already-debuted boys had seen backstage at music shows. The boys watched with suspicion and intrigue, many of them already trying to figure out what kind of curveball the producers were planning to throw their way.

Harry returned to his original spot, his arms wrapped around a large cardboard box. He placed it at his feet, lifting one of the cardboard flaps to peek inside before promptly shutting it again.  He surveyed the room with a knowing look, smug in the knowledge that he knew what was inside whilst none of the contestants did.

“Now, if you’d all like to confer amongst yourselves and decide which two contestants you’d like to see fight it out up here, we’ll get started.”

The room was immediately filled by excited chatter and discussion, trainees on both sides of the room trying to figure out who they’d most like to select. There’d been no indication of any kind of group separation, so the vast majority of them were indiscriminately picking contestants from across both groups. Out of the fifty-one boys who were left in the competition, more or less every single name was muttered by someone at some point, with several boys turning around as they heard someone call them, only to realise the others were discussing their selections. 

Eventually, the loud hubbub of voices subsided as everyone finally settled on a pick. Youngjoon and Harry each did a lap of the room, asking each and every person who they wanted to vote for, the same few names coming up again and again until each of them began to suspect the results wouldn’t be too hard to figure out. The two hosts returned to their spot, quickly whispering the responses they’d collected, making sure they both had the right number before Youngjoon went on to announce them.

“So… the first contestant chosen by the trainees to compete in this wrestling match is…”

All of the boys waited with bated breath for Youngjoon to announce the result, some crooking their necks to get a better look at him as his breath brushed across the microphone, pausing for a few seconds before finally revealing the name.

“Jay!”

Jay walked out from his spot in the middle of the crowded G-Group stands, rolling up his sleeves, a smile as smug and arrogant as ever plastered across his face. His fellow global trainees were going crazy, shouting various words of encouragement and support, egging him on as he walked up onto the stage in the middle of the room, waiting to hear who his opponent would be. His confidence was formidable, something that intimidated the majority of trainees the moment his name was called. Half of the boys in the room looked excited to see Jay win, the other half looked scared out of their minds that they’d be the opponent called up to face him.

“And Jay will be going against…” Youngjoon grinned, as he shifted on the spot, getting ready to see the boys’ reaction to the final twist of the match “...Keita!”

Jay brought his hand up to his mouth and chuckled, realising his opponent was quite possibly the shortest contestant on the show; someone whose head barely reached Jay’s chin. However, Keita strutted up to the stage unshaken, his aura just as self-assured and confident as Jay’s. Despite his height, he knew he wasn’t as much of a pushover as he suspected the others thought he’d be. He was by no means skinny, with good muscle mass and decent upper body strength, and having spent a lot of time in the gym over the past few months, he hoped his hard work would come in useful.

The two of them stood at opposing ends of the square stage, looking over at each other with proud looks on their faces, already challenging each other with just their confident stances. The contestants were still chanting names, but now that both had been announced, the loud shouting all began to blur together. However, once Youngjoon raised his microphone up to his mouth again, the boys quickly all quietened down, nudging each other and letting their loud voices fall to whispers.

“However… to add an extra layer of difficulty… you’ll both be required to wear special outfits designed specially for this event by a star creator…”

Keita and Jay both looked extremely confused. They’d assumed that just like every other mini-challenge and special segment, they’d just be wearing their normal contestant’s uniforms, so the news of a ‘special outfit’ came as a surprise. Nonetheless, they both suspended their confusion and waited to see them before jumping to any conclusions.

Harry leaned down, fully opening the box this time and reaching inside, pulling out two opaque paper bags. They looked suspiciously light, but Keita and Jay both headed over to collect one, not yet looking inside on the masters’ instruction, instead heading over to the curtain-cloaked wall to get changed in the makeshift changing rooms that had clearly been installed. The other contestants waited for the two of them to return, expecting something silly and lighthearted like these segments often were.

However, once the two of them emerged from behind the black fabric, everyone in the room just stared, speechless. The sight immediately took the words out of everyone’s mouths, whether it was a gut punch of arousal that left them in shock, or utter confusion, nobody knew what to say and even the whispers ended for a few moments.

Most of the contestants had expected some variant of what they were looking at, any kind of a ‘special’ wrestling outfit was bound to be some kind of form-fitting latex or shockingly revealing one-piece. However, none of them had prepared themselves to see these two specific boys so exposed and bare in front of them; the image was no less mindblowing than it would’ve been if they’d known what was in store… no less absurd, no less incredible.

Most of the trainees’ eyes landed on Keita first. He was an inch of fabric away from being completely naked, wearing nothing except for the skimpiest, tiniest thong. The only piece of fabric on his body was the tight pouch grasping his bulge, and the rest of the thong was nothing but a few pieces of string, around his waist and right up between his huge, muscular buttcheeks. His body was insane, a stocky mass of meaty muscle, with firm, slightly jiggly pecs and juicy biceps, the veins beneath the skin slightly bulging and showing through. He was visibly humiliated, his cheeks painted bright pink, his eyes constantly trailing around on the floor, knowing all of the contestants who’d respected him as their group leader were now letting their eyes feast on his juicy, thick body.

Jay next to him was neither any more covered up or any less embarrassed. The only piece of clothing he’d been given by the production team was a dance belt. By itself, there was nothing embarrassing about it, Jay’d worn them before, donning them back in company changing rooms around a multitude of other boys who were also wearing them with absolutely no issue. But this one… around two sizes too small and revealing a lot more than any he’d worn before, was another matter.

His body was the perfect contrast to Keita’s, larger in build with broader shoulders and a taller frame, the muscular bulge of the Japanese boy’s limbs replaced by smooth expanses of creamy skin and plump extremities that were the perfect mixture of muscle and natural fat, tight toned abs and soft, round pecs, shining already with a thin layer of sweat that had already started to soak his skin beneath his contestant’s uniform. Most people’s eyes trailed right down to his lower half; those juicy thighs sliding out from the straps of the belt, the stranglingly tight straps digging into the soft flesh of his ass and hips, and most glaringly… his enormous smooth balls half-hanging out of the tight, far-too-small front cup of the belt.

“Now that we have the outfits sorted” Youngjoon smirked, looking up and down Jay’s near-naked figure and taking in every visible inch of skin “I should probably explain the rules”

The hushed whispers of gossip and speculation filled the studio again, some of the contestants trying to guess the rules whilst simultaneously avoiding staring at their fellow trainees for the sake of their dignity. Both of the boys were so visibly embarrassed, the visible blush on both of their faces evidence of how awkward they found the situation. But many of the contestants couldn’t help themselves, almost unable to look away from what was in front of them.

“Wow… look at how Jay’s filling out that cup… it must be so huge” Seowon smiled, a little spaced out and disconnected from everything happening around him.

“God… you’re right…” Woonggi replied “I thought it might be but to see it like this… I need it”

They weren’t the only ones openly speaking about it, several of the others were equally as shameless in how they were discussing it. Some of the contestants were already trying to conceal their arousal, crossing their legs or pulling their already baggy shirts down to try and hide any visible evidence of how much they were enjoying it. Having spent so much time alongside each other, many of them had developed crushes and spent nights in their dorm rooms with fantasies clouding their minds, so it was pretty much unavoidable that there’d be a substantial proportion of the group who’d be more than enjoying the sight.

“So… the two of you will wrestle like any ordinary match, the aim is still to pin your opponent to the ground and to keep them there for at least one second… however the prize of this match is different to any other” Youngjoon grinned “whoever wins will have their way with the other for as long as they like… sexually… as a… victory gift”

The mood in the room tangibly changed. Numerous shrill wolf whistles echoed out from the crowd, and the already quite passionate sexual comments grew even more fervid. Those who were already excited were now buzzing… the bodies they’d been drooling over in their currently exposed state were about to be a lot more exposed, many of the shamelessly excited contestants now almost unable to hold their excitement back.

Youngjoon reached into one of the boxes whilst the crowd were conversing and impatiently anticipating the upcoming show. He pulled out two small bottles, filled with a near-clear fluid and both covered by labels that were unreadable to pretty much everyone except for the two hosts. He handed one to Harry, and adding to the crowd’s investment, squirted a large amount of the liquid, massage oil, onto his hand and started to rub and smear it all over Keita’s body. Keita tried not to meet Youngjoon’s gaze, feeling the cold oil being drizzled onto his chest and stomach, shivering a little as cold drops of it dribbled down onto his crotch and thighs. Both Youngjoon, and Harry, took their time covering the two boys in the oil, running their hands all over their bare bodies, avoiding the most intimate parts to try and preserve the surprise for after the match. Once they were both absolutely covered, the studio lighting reflecting off of their now glistening bodies, the two hosts slowly stepped back off of the central platform, wiping their hands clean of the oil and preparing the last few things before the match could begin.

Harry brought his microphone up to his mouth, smirking as he heard the array of voices falling quiet and everyone’s attention falling on the two boys in the centre of the room.

“So… the two of you may begin in… three… two… one”

Immediately the two of them got stuck into it. Whilst neither were particularly enthusiastic about the concept itself, that didn’t change either of their naturally competitive natures. They clashed straight away, Keita  forcefully wrapping both of his arms around Jay’s torso and pressing his head against his competitor’s chest, trying to keep a solid grip on his body but failing due to how difficult the oil made to get purchase on the skin. Jay took advantage of this, reaching down and closing his own arms around Keita’s hunched body, locking his hands around the other’s waist with enough force to keep hold of him.

Keita groaned, still trying to flip the dynamic and get an advantage over Jay, pausing as he felt his feet lifting a couple of inches off of the ground before he was flung back against the floor, landing on his back, Jay’s taller, broader frame immediately coming down on top of him. Jay immediately pinned him in place, his thighs either side of Keita’s body, pressing his knees up into his armpits and clenching them together to keep him fixed in place. Keita bit down on his bottom lip, trying to push the other off before he could lose, looking up and immediately seeing Jay’s huge, heavy bulge right in front of his face.

The two of them remained in that position for far beyond the required second needed for Jay to declare victory, Keita completely immobilised by Jay’s strong thighs, his own muscles unable to overcome the physical disadvantage, trying to wriggle free of the unwavering grip Jay had on him and failing. Jay’s focused expression very quickly faded as he gave a broad, victorious grin, looking at his fellow competitors who’d broken into cheers and applause before looking back to the hosts. Youngjoon nodded in his direction, motioning for him to claim his prize as a result of his resounding victory.

Keita was even redder than before, both humiliated by how quickly he’d been defeated, and nervous for the ways Jay was planning on having fun with his body. He tried his best to ignore and deny the extremely deep, persistent excitement that was beginning to pool in his tummy, but as he stared at the massive bulge hanging down between Jay’s legs right in front of him, his tightly stuffed balls already spilling out of the restrictively small dance belt, he gulped hard, his deep-rooted interest becoming slightly more evident.

“Right then!” Jay smiled, that usual bright, cocky grin on his face as he looked down at Keita.

Jay reached down, running his fingers along the waistband of the tight belt for a moment, teasingly looking down at Keita and occasionally dipping his fingers beneath the elastic. He moved his hands up, running them across his heavily oiled, toned abs, slightly feeling himself up to indulge in the victory, simultaneously taunting and preparing his rival. Finally, he reached down and slowly pulled down the belt, his shaft being pulled down with it, exposing the unbelievably thick root before his quickly hardening meat sprang out, an inch away from slapping Keita in the face, with the sheer sight of it causing Keita’s eyes to widen and breathing quicken.

“Woah… it’s… so…”

The huge, twitching thing hanging in front of Keita’s face bobbed slightly in time with Jay’s heartbeat. It was a beautiful cock, easily exceeding eight inches and not at all lagging behind in regard to its girth, a prominent blue vein following its length from the tip to the base. He was cut, the juicy pink head already shining with both precum and the oil that had managed to drip inside of the tightly fitting dance belt. The size of his balls had been no secret, already bulging out of the tight underwear before he’d even won, but up close like this, Keita couldn’t stop staring. They were hanging almost a third of the way down his thigh, so heavy and large that it was as if they were stretching his smooth sack down.

The sight of it wasn’t only having an effect on Keita. Back in the audience, Seowon and Woonggi were tightly hugging each other’s rapidly heating up bodies, both of their mouths wide open, half in shock and half in desperation, their eyes glued to Jay’s massive prick as the two of them whispered and mumbled to each other.

“Holy… Won imagine us tackling that together…”

“Don’t even suggest it… I’ll faint”

Jay’s huge, irresistible grin widened a little as his cock twitched again, feeling Keita’s hot breath on the tip, the boy’s face shining with sweat from the wrestling, his hair all messy and wet behind the headband he often used to keep it up out of his face. Jay reached up, sliding his fingers beneath the sweaty headband, almost using it as a handle to pull Keita’s head closer, pulling him steadily until he was barely a couple of millimetres away from the tip of Jay’s meat. Keita now looked absolutely terrified, the anxiety and embarrassment having subsided, with his own horniness and excitement beginning to bubble to the surface, only now in disbelief of how huge the cock in front of him was, and nervous to see if he was able to handle it.

With almost no warning, Jay pulled Keita closer, the fat tip of his cock pushing past Keita’s wet lips with ease, the taste of his bitter precum and the sweet natural taste of his manhood immediately hitting the other’s taste buds. Once the thick head was inside Keita’s mouth, already putting his now tightly stretched lips to the test, Jay kept pushing, sliding Keita’s lips further down his thick, throbbing meat, looking down and watching as inch-after-inch disappeared into his mouth.

Around three-quarters of the way down, Keita’s eyes widened again as he started to gag and splutter, the head of Jay’s prick pushing into the back of his throat, nudging his sensitive tonsils and uvula. Jay didn’t give in, rubbing his hand against the back of Keita’s head as he kept himself lodged firmly in that throat, the resistance only feeling better as saliva started to dribble out around his pole, continuing to slide deeper until Keita’s nose was pressed firmly against his skin. Slowly he started to bob Keita’s head on his cock, keeping his hand wrapped tight around the headband, controlling everything from the pace to the depth, as the taste of his dick led even more spit to dribble from the corners of Keita’s lips.

Neither of them were wearing any kind of microphone, but the sounds coming from Keita’s sore throat were echoing around the studio, the sloppy, gurgling sounds of his throat protesting to the huge intrusion and the sound of him dutifully slurping on Jay’s cock adding to the whole marvel. Pretty much everyone had fallen silent, too caught up in watching everything happening on stage and keenly listening to the lewd noises to speak too loudly, one or two people chatting to those next to them but keeping their voices no louder than a hushed whisper.

Some weren’t so shy to express how much they were loving it; in the front row, Ricky already had his pants and underwear in a pile around his ankles, leaning back as if at a movie theatre, stroking his huge pink cock as he watched everything unfolding on stage, his own big meat drawing some of the attention away from everything happening on stage as those around him stole occasional glances at his own rhythmically wanking hand. Closer to the back, several others had started to entertain themselves, Haruto and Jongwoo with their hands stuffed deep inside each other’s pants, Seunghwan sitting next to them, licking his lips and leaning forward in his seat to get the best view.

Jay grew quickly impatient, finally pulling Keita off of his cock and starting to stroke it, rubbing his saliva all over his fat, slicked-up pole, rubbing and and slapping it against Keita’s sweaty face as the Japanese boy’s breathing grew hurried and panicked, coughing a little and taking advantage of the ability to breathe properly again. This whole time, Jay still had his knees locked either side of Keita’s body, and releasing this grip, he stood up, continuing to jerk himself off and pushing his sweat-soaked hair back out of his face.

Bending over, Jay slid his hands underneath Keita’s armpits, once again lifting him off of his feet, flipping him over and moving him up onto his hands and knees. Keita’s legs were already shaky, his face now a mess, saliva dribbling all down his chin as he feebly looked back over his shoulder at the other trainee. Jay got down onto his knees, finally taking in the sight of what he considered to be the real prize he’d won.

It was no secret Keita had a nice ass, it was always bulging through pretty much any outfit he wore. But like this, pushed up in the air with the pretty much useless string of the thong sitting tightly between his muscular buttcheeks, Jay almost couldn’t believe the sight. His cheeks were round and firm, almost obscenely large with how the muscle was built up beneath the sweaty tan skin, the thong so skimpily covering him that his tight butthole was visible directly beneath it.

Jay smiled, reaching forward to take a hold of the thong, pulling it to the side to completely expose Keita’s sweaty muscle pussy, leaning in and smirking up at the crowd to his left before pressing his nose right against it.

“Fucking hell…” Jay muttered underneath his breath as he took a deep sniff, moving up to slowly drag his tongue over it and tease the puckered muscle.

The smell was unbelievable, as if enticing him to dig deeper, musky and salty, and the taste was just as alluring. Jay showed little grace, starting to lap and slurp at Keita’s sweaty cunt, his hands massaging the toned globes either side of his face, devouring the mouthwatering hole buried between them and getting it lubed-up and wet with his saliva. He looked so energised, his hair messy, his eyes almost electric as he feasted on Keita’s asshole, using one hand to grope his ass and the other to stroke his almost threateningly hard meat, really relishing his win from the wrestling and getting ready to reach the peak of it.

Jay pulled his head away for a moment, looking over to the audience and scanning the large, darkness-cloaked crowd for someone who he could get in on the fun. Finally, when he found someone, his grin grew even larger. By now, Ricky had lost the rest of his clothes, by far the most obvious of the crowd members who were drinking up the sight, his legs spread wide, his hands on his thighs as Zhang Hao, who was blushing with arousal and a little unshakeable embarrassment expertly worked his hand up and down Ricky’s huge, throbbing meat. Jay smirked at Ricky, pointing to him and Hao and motioning for the two of them to come over to join him.

Hao clocked Jay’s invitation immediately, shaking his head and quickly pulling his hand away from Ricky’s crotch, barely able to muster up the confidence to stroke his labelmate’s cock whilst sitting in his seat, nevermind on the stage in front of everyone. Ricky had other plans, his face plastered with a wry, confident smile, grabbing Hao’s wrist and pulling him up out of his seat, dragging him over towards the stage until he was up next to Jay. Cheers came from the audience as Ricky’s figure came into view, the spotlights shining down on his slim, naked body, his fat pink meat swinging in front of him and slapping against his thighs, Hao following behind, still fully clothed and visibly unsure.

Jay whispered something into Ricky’s ear, the smile on the blond boy’s face growing even wider as he heard what the American had to suggest. He nodded, his grip on Hao’s wrist not loosening as he dragged him around to the other end of Keita’s kneeling body. Ricky visibly took the lead, his stance confident and keen as he pulled Hao’s shirt above his head, taking his clothes off piece-by-piece until he was just as naked as the rest of them. Hao’s body was the complete opposite of Keita’s, the juicy muscle and stocky build replaced with a photogenic, slim, toned figure, his tight waist bulging out at his hips, his perky butt much smaller but no less fat than his Japanese counterpart’s. Ricky motioned for Hao to get down onto the floor, and despite his visible reluctance, he obeyed, getting down onto his hands and knees just like Keita, positioning himself so he was face-to-face with him, him and Ricky almost like a mirror image of the other two.

Almost as soon as Hao got into place, he felt Ricky’s tongue sliding between his cheeks, digging deep into his fresh brown pussy, pushing against the tight pucker, the rim giving way almost immediately as Ricky’s pink tongue pushed inside. He let out a low, relaxed moan as he felt that dexterous tongue digging into his ass, matching the similarly loud, husky moans coming from Keita as Jay resumed tonguefucking his own sweaty butt. The sounds were somehow even filthier than earlier, the slurping of Jay and Ricky’s tongues barely audible through the needy moans coming from the two boys they were eating out, several more figures in the crowd now losing their clothes and touching themselves.

Nobody was enjoying the show more than Woonggi and Seowon, both of them slumped down in their chairs with their legs on the backs of the seats in front of them as they reached over and rubbed their fingers against each other’s tight holes, Woonggi’s bitchy moans perhaps the next most audible thing after all of the noises coming from the quartet on stage. Seowon was much more subdued, eyes fluttering closed as he whined more breathily and subtly, Woonggi’s fingers occasionally dipping beyond the tight ring of muscle to dig into Won’s hungry butthole. The two of them more than lived up to their image, having their tight gay asses played with as they watched the sweaty fuckfest happening in front of them, occasionally remarking on everything happening down on the stage; two pretty, needy sluts fingering each other and desperately whining into each other’s faces.

As if timed, Ricky pulled away from Hao’s tight ass at almost the exact same moment Jay pulled away from Keita’s, neither of them speaking but sharing a knowing, mischievous glance as both of them brought their hands back down to stroke their large cocks. The two of them got into position, each gripping their respective partner’s hips and lining themselves up with the tight holes they’d just had their tongues buried in. Once he could tell both of them were ready, Ricky nodded, and at the same time they both finally pushed forward.

Keita’s knees almost finally gave way for good as he felt the juicy, thick tip of Jay’s meat pressing against his hole, feeling it slide in with a pop, gritting his teeth and letting his head fall down against Hao’s shoulder, Jay sliding his cock into Keita’s sweaty tanned butthole with the same enthusiasm and unrelenting speed that he had done with his throat. Hao’s reaction was no different, his subdued gasps and whines turning to a loud, brittle moan as Ricky’s juicy pink pole started to stretch out his tight cunt. 

Neither Ricky nor Jay took it slowly, giving Keita and Hao little time to adjust or get ready as they started to thrust, Keita’s huge muscle butt already starting to make audible clapping noises as Jay rolled his hips forward with the same suave smoothness as many of his performances, Keita’s hungry ass swallowing him up with each thrust. Hao started to bounce his hips back to meet Ricky’s thrusts, the latter letting his hands fall down behind his back as Hao fucked himself on his meaty cock. Jay and Ricky kept almost constant eye contact as they repeatedly stuffed their cocks into two boys between them, biting their lips and pushing their hair out of their faces, occasionally timing their harshest, roughest thrusts together, delighting in the almost symphonic whines and moans it winded out of the two bottoms.

As he continued to let his sweaty balls slam into Hao’s tight butt, Ricky leaned forward and slid his hand into the boy’s hair, lifting up his head as Jay did the same to Keita, the two noisy, needy bottoms moaning and breathing heavily just an inch or so from each other’s faces. Ricky started to thrust harder, leaning over to watch as the two boys took the cue and leaned in until their lips made contact. Hao was more shy, feebly starting to press his lips against Keita’s, whilst the other was far more keen, immediately sliding his wet tongue between Hao’s lips, the two of them starting to make out as they moaned into each other’s mouths. Ricky smirked as heard the loud, noisy slurping from in front of him as the boys on their knees started to messily kiss each other, looking up to Jay and mockingly blowing him a kiss, feeling Hao’s brown butthole tightening around his veiny shaft as his thrusts got harder and rougher.

Boys in the crowd were beginning to reach their own climaxes, Woonggi and Seowon’s moans growing louder, now with two fingers buried into each other’s assholes as they kissed and used their free hands to grope each other’s bodies, losing almost all interest in the four boys on stage, their useless, pretty cocks jumping and starting to paint their sweaty twink bodies with cum. Slowly the muffled mess of moans and grunts from the audience got louder and louder, with more and more of the contestants reaching the peak of their delight at watching four of their fellow trainees putting on such a slutty, messy show in front of them.

The first orgasms amongst the four on stage were Keita and Hao, the repeated abuse and pounding of their prostates quickly becoming far too much for either of them to bear. Keita’s arms gave way as he reached his peak, his body losing almost all energy as the meaty cock between his muscular thighs started to jump and spray the stage with cum. At the same time, Ricky reached around to rapidly stroke and squeeze Hao’s cock, his own thrusts becoming more and more quick as he sensed Hao cumming, rapidly overstimulating him and making his senses blurry as he chased his own orgasm.

As with the two bottoms, Jay and Ricky could sense they were both close, their thrusts now almost perfectly in sync, Keita’s huge muscle buttcheeks clapping all over Jay’s huge American meat as he thrusted forward one final time, spraying his sticky load all over the insides of Keita’s sweaty asshole, sheathing himself fully inside as he made sure to shoot his cum as deep inside of the boy’s guts as he could. At the exact same moment, Ricky pulled out, rapidly stroking his huge, slippery meat, throwing his head back and groaning as he finally came, his cock jumping and painting Hao’s gaping, twitching asshole in his hot, thick spunk.

Hao collapsed onto the floor almost exactly as Ricky released his grip on his tight waist, desperately panting and whining as Ricky’s cum dribbled down his smooth crack, his cheeks perfectly glazed with the younger boy’s sticky, white juices, his head still just an inch from Keita’s, the other boy’s reaction just as much of a show of sheer exhaustion as his. They lay there for a few moments as Ricky and Jay stood up, walking over to each other and giving each other a tight, sweaty hug, Jay roughly patting Ricky on the back as they both turned to look down at the two used-up, tired boys collapsed down on the floor.

A loud, sudden shout of ‘kiss!’ came from the audience, Jay bursting into laughter as he heard the unexpected exclamation, turning back to Ricky and planting a long, firm kiss on the boy’s delicately glossed pink lips. They lingered for a moment, Jay slipping his tongue between Ricky’s lips, sliding a hand into his messy blond hair before pulling back, winking at him as a perfect display of his usual cheesy, cliche confidence.

The scene was wild, a mess of sweat, cum and saliva, Hao and Keita wearily lifting themselves up off of the floor. All four of them turned to the hosts, having almost completely forgotten they were even on the show in the first place, so caught up in enjoying each other’s bodies that they’d stopped caring. Hao’s embarrassment quickly returned now he’d come down from his orgasmic high, reaching down to cover his cock, earning a few laughs as if everyone hadn’t just seen him butt naked as he was fucked in front of them.

“Wow… now that was definitely a lot more than we were expecting…” Youngjoon chuckled, stepping up onto the stage as the studio lights brightened, suddenly making the four boys a lot more aware of just how many of their fellow trainees had been watching, causing that same awkwardness from earlier to creep back in again.

Still a little flustered from having watched everything, Youngjoon tidied his hair a little and turned to the camera, trying to calm himself down properly before speaking.

“Now, Star Creators, I hope you enjoyed this fun segment that we planned for today, I think everyone here in the studio sure did. However, do remember to tune in again on Thursday for the next episode, where we have even more fun surprises planned…”