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“Looks like a real cocksucker…”
“Whoa… so he’s the guy who sucks dick in the lecture hall?”
Murmurs rippled through the room. Jihun felt dizzy. Everyone was staring at his obscene body, tossing remarks his way. As soon as his self-introduction ended, the instructor shone a laser pointer at his erection and sneered openly.
“Now, class, Student Park Jihun here is leaking pre-cum during his self-introduction. So, after hearing this, what’s special about Jihun?”
“His dick’s fucking huge!”
A playful voice rang out from somewhere, followed by snickers.
“Yes, any other thoughts?”
“He leaks a lot of pre-cum too.”
“Right. But could you use a word like ‘pre-cum’ in a self-introduction? It’s quite unrefined. We need practice writing even mundane facts in a polished, professional way—like resumes.”
The instructor moved the pointer from his cock to his smoothly shaved pubic area.
“For example, keeping yourself shaved bare like this could be described as ‘meticulous hygiene and self-care, even in unseen places.’”
After each remark, the students clapped—some even whistled. The lecture continued as planned, with Jihun left exposed. He couldn’t focus on what the instructor was saying. All he wanted was for this to end.
“That’s all for today. Tomorrow, bring a rough draft of your future career plans and self-introductions. Good work.”
“Good work!”
“Wait—before you leave, let’s give Jihun a round of applause for his effort today. And gentlemen, stay behind for a moment.”
As the class ended, the students cheered and filed out in groups. Only about twenty male students remained—including the one Jihun had sucked off earlier.
“Alright, Jihun. Since you specialized in cocksucking, how about a demonstration?”
“W-what?”
The moment the door closed, the instructor’s voice turned slightly ominous. Before Jihun could respond, the seated men stood and stepped forward.
“Didn’t you brag about your cocksucking skills? Unless you planned to make a living off it, you wouldn’t have been so enthusiastic in class.”
“Th-that… I mean, I—”
“Alright, anyone curious about how well Jihun works that tongue—volunteer your dicks for free.”
The students jeered—Damn, this guy’s gonna get addicted fast—while unzipping their pants without hesitation. Soon, a forest of cocks was thrust toward Jihun.
His mind, moments ago consumed by shame and dread (How will I face school? Should I drop out?), now sharpened with a single, ravenous focus. Kneeling, he slurped loudly around the first penis in sight. He had to suck—couldn’t resist. Murmurs of surprise spread (No way he’s this good). Men jostled to be next. Jihun panted, exhilarated, as the scene overwhelmed him.
After so long denying himself, this felt like a reward. He gripped two cocks in each hand, stroking as he licked, begging them to wait. The moment one pulled out, spilling cum into his mouth, another forced its way in. The ones he jerked off with his hands shot their loads too.
“Fuck, shit—this guy gives amazing handjobs…”
“Nngh, ah, fuck, oh—”
A younger-looking student cursed as he came, gripping Jihun’s hair. Still, more waited. Jihun moved frantically, genuinely happy, gasping for air.
“Mmph, ah, nngh—”
Surrounded, his body ached with every movement, his trapped cock throbbing in protest. His body screamed for release from the chastity cage, but even knowing sucking would only make it worse, he couldn’t stop.
“Ah, fuck—I’m gonna cum!”
The next man yanked out just before orgasming, spraying Jihun’s face with thick ropes. Cum dripped down his sharp features—his masculine brows, high nose, heavy-lidded eyes—coating him. Stinging in his eyes, he blinked rapidly but kept working his hands and mouth.
After servicing about ten men, the instructor—who’d been watching—called his name.
“Park Jihun. Look here.”
The instructor filmed him with a camera: Jihun, shirt barely covering him, cocksucking greedily in broad daylight, his clothes splattered with cum.
“Gotta document the lecture. Hmm… judging by how well you suck, your ass must be just as talented, right?”
“Yeah, he’s gotta be a total slut back there—no way he sucks this well otherwise.”
“He can take it in the ass too? Damn, this is a useful class!”
Cheers erupted at the mention of his hole. Without waiting for consent, the instructor dragged Jihun to the podium, where a candle-like object sat—similar to the one at Hyeontae’s house, but with a far stronger scent. The instructor pressed Jihun’s face into it. The overpowering aroma seeped into his brain, dulling his senses until one thought burned clear: He wanted sex. Wanted to be fucked raw. Jihun moaned to the men around him:
“Please… fuck me. Fill my ass with cum… I’d be so grateful…”
The scent had spread through the lecture hall, completing the hypnosis. Someone yanked him to the center of the podium. The men who hadn’t had him yet shoved others aside, demanding their turn. A senior student took charge, sitting on the floor and pointing to his erect cock.
Jihun straddled him, spreading his own ass and sinking down. It had been so long—it hurt—but his body trembled with need. He rode the man immediately, afraid he’d cum from penetration alone. No one told him to, but he panted, lifting and dropping himself onto the cock again and again.
“Nngh, ah! Ah, fuck—so good, ah, ahh—!”
“Good? If it’s that good, why not ask for more cocks to suck, Jihun?”
His ass swallowed the shaft with wet sounds. The horny students demanded blowjobs and handjobs again. One man, unable to wait, pressed against Jihun’s back and forced his cock into the tight gap. Another pushed in beside it. Jihun’s face twisted—pain and hypnosis-induced pleasure crashing together. His caged cock leaked helplessly, but no one cared. The two men inside him began thrusting roughly.
“Ah, ahh, nngh! Ah, ahh, ugh—! It hurts, ah! Ah, please, let me cum—!”
Begging even as he rocked his hips, trying to escape—but the cocks found his prostate relentlessly. Jihun whimpered, breathless, torn between pleasure and pain. The instructor leaned in:
“Jihun. You really want to cum?”
“Hah, nngh, yes—ah! Ah, please, please—!”
“The moment you cum, the hypnosis wears off. Still want to?”
“Ugh, ah!! I’ll do anything—just please—nngh—!”
He was desperate. So desperate, he didn’t even notice the instructor’s voice had changed—no longer the lecturer from before. The man leading this orgy was actually a company employee sent by Hyeontae. Before class, on Hyeontae’s orders, he’d installed a new short-term, wide-range hypnosis device in the room. Thanks to Jihun’s rambling yesterday about why he came to school even during break, the setup had gone smoothly. After roll call, everyone in the room was hypnotized to forget everything upon leaving. The moment Jihun—already under hypnosis—had been overwhelmed by the urge to suck the cock beside him, the employee had taken over for the real instructor. Too distracted to notice the shift in voices, Jihun never realized the change.
Unaware the man addressing him had switched from “Student Jihun” to “Mr. Jihun,” he begged. The employee smirked, clipping a wireless mic to Jihun’s shirt before unlocking the chastity cage.
“Alright, Jihun. Time to wake up. The moment you cum, you’ll be clearer-headed than ever.”
The two cocks pounding into him sent him over the edge. His long-denied orgasm erupted violently.
“Hah—AAAH—!!”
The most intense pleasure he’d ever known. Jihun froze, body shaking, cum spraying from his freed cock as the mic broadcast his climax to the entire lecture hall.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
