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The men surrounding Jihun pulled out their erect cocks from their pants. All he could see were dicks—his head spun. His mouth was forced open, two cocks shoved inside at once, practically rubbing against his tongue. Someone had grumbled that there wasn’t enough time to suck each one properly. That wasn’t enough—some even grabbed his hands, forcing him to jerk them off.
“Kuh—! Nngh, ugh—!”
The same chaos unfolded at his ass. Even among these unselected men, some were huge. When a thick cock rammed into his cum-filled hole, white fluid splattered out like bursting cream. Then came the relentless pounding. Only then did Jihun moan, his body jerking. The burly man gripped his muscular thighs tightly, fingers sinking into the firm flesh.
“Mmph—! Hngh, mm—! K-uh, nngh—!”
A deep thrust made him gasp in satisfaction. Drool dripped from his forced-open mouth, his hands and tongue moving frantically—but the cocks never left his grip. Soon, a line formed just to taste his hole. Strangers—faces and names unknown—just voices. The awkward position didn’t matter; the prostate-crushing pressure made his own cock drip precum. After a long, brutal fucking, Jihun finally sprayed cum all over the wall. Someone scrawled on it: “FREE” with an arrow pointing at him, followed by tally marks—”First shot!” “Second round!”—as men left their marks. The once-pristine villa wall was now a filthy, lewd mess.
The front wasn’t the only target—his ass was just as crowded. His cheeks bulged from cockheads forcing in, and now someone cut in line, impatient.
“Move it, or I’ll fuck you both!”
“Fuck off, I’ve been waiting forever!”
Their bickering was clear, but Jihun’s mind was too flooded with pleasure to process it. When a massive cock entered, he clenched greedily, grinding back. The men noticed—he responded better to bigger dicks. One, offended, shoved his cock in alongside the other, forcing them both inside. Jihun’s eyes widened at the stretching sensation—two cocks thrusting out of sync, tearing him open.
Thanks to rigorous anal training, pleasure overwhelmed pain. Unlike the precise, machine-like fucking from company men or motorized toys, this was raw, desperate, human. He teetered on the edge of climax but couldn’t quite reach it—his body craved more. This was his first time handling so many men sober. Logically, it should’ve been horrifying, but his conditioned body only knew one response: “More.”
“Hah-uhh! Ugh, f-fuck, ah, ahh—!”
The man targeted his prostate relentlessly. Jihun stopped licking, too lost in moans. His illusions shattered—he didn’t care who it was, just that his prostate was wrecked. It was like someone flicking switches in his brain—chaotic, overwhelming. His lower abdomen tightened, cum spurting out. His balls, abs, pubes, ass—everything was smeared in sticky cum. The sun beat down, his sweat making him dizzy, overheated.
It felt like exercising nonstop—pain repeating until it crossed a threshold, suddenly flipping into euphoria. Gasping, he tightened his ass. Now double-penetration was the norm. His free hand, back, everywhere—covered in cum, smeared by strangers.
The crowd thinned quickly—some left after getting off, others scribbled on the wall, laughing. Jihun, too busy writhing, couldn’t spare a thought for their mockery or crude jokes. He was nearing his limit, exhausted.
“Hah… ha… ugh, ah…”
Nonstop pleasure had drained him. He had to admit it—he was a true submissive, obsessed with big cocks. Maybe even a masochist who craved degradation.
“Damn… public piss-hole’s something else. Long live the President.”
Their thanks weren’t for Jihun—they praised Hyeontae, absent or not. The last man, fucking him slowly, suddenly stopped.
“Fuck… almost came.”
“Shit, I wanted one more round!”
“Business closed. Already shot three loads—what more do you want?”
“Aaaah—!”
What spilled inside him wasn’t cum—scorching, endless piss. The man pulled out, patting Jihun’s cum-stained ass—”Good job, public toilet.” The unexpected urine flooding his insides made Jihun tremble and cum. The wall was a mess of cum, his feet drowned in it. All he wore were shoes, now filled with cum and overflowing piss.
“Drained you good. Let’s go.”
“Yeah, gotta head back.”
They left after using him, not bothering to free him. Alone, abandoned in filth, Jihun called after them, desperate:
“Mister—! Don’t go! Help me out—!”
He’d never begged for more—but now, as their voices faded, panic set in. Only when they were gone did he realize he’d been tricked. Tears streamed down his face. Too exhausted to sob loudly, he wept silently, still stuck in the wall.
***
“Jihun?”
The blazing sun was suddenly blocked, a cool shadow over his head. The mastermind called his name. Seeing Hyeontae made his nose sting, tears bursting out.
“Mister—!”
“What are you doing here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Hyeontae had told the others he’d find Jihun, then waited elsewhere, letting events unfold. His men had reported Jihun’s predicament—he’d left him there, expecting entertainment. Now, seeing Jihun cry pitifully, he stroked his hair, soothing him.
“I’ll get you out soon. You’ve had a rough time in this heat.”
He made a call—this time, his presence ensured cooperation. The men would free Jihun without hypnosis. While waiting, Hyeontae lowered his voice:
“So, Jihun… how was your ‘public toilet’ experience?”
“I don’t know…”
Glancing at the wall graffiti, Jihun’s face burned red. In the heat of it, he hadn’t cared—but now, sobriety brought shame.
“How many cocks did you take?”
“…I don’t know. I lost count.”
“Did you like it?”
Hyeontae knew Jihun’s tears weren’t just from being abandoned—it was betrayal, humiliation. So he changed the subject. Jihun ducked his head:
“It was hard… but I think… I liked it.”
“Good. You did well. Let’s get you out, clean you up, and go eat.”
“…Yes.”
“You’ve learned a lot today. About how to approach your work from now on.”
“Yes… I’ll serve the seniors better.”
He couldn’t deny it—he’d cum endlessly. Seeing Jihun not protesting, not shaking in shock, just answering meekly, Hyeontae concluded: This was a success.
The men who’d fucked him returned, breaking the wall. His struggling in double-penetration had left bruises on his hips. Aside from the filth and bruises, he was unharmed. Jihun picked up the troublesome ball, following Hyeontae to the villa to wash up.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
