It was hard to believe he had ever lived a normal life—every stimulus now led straight to pleasure.
Blood seeped from his nipples, abdomen, and hole, but no one in the room cared. The man picked up a long, tubular metal rod from his bag. One end was adorned with a sparkling gem, the surface smooth and flawless.
He firmly gripped Jaehyun’s twitching cock with his left hand. The abused urethra was far from normal—swollen, red, and leaking fluid uncontrollably.
“Hh… Huit…”
The man crouched, aligning the rod with Jaehyun’s urethra. With his right hand, he carefully inserted the rod, twisting it gently as it stretched the passage.
“HAAA! Ang, Hik, Nngh, Hh…!”
Jaehyun’s eyes rolled back as the cruel sensation of being pierced by hundreds of needles overwhelmed him. He tried to tense his body to distribute the stimulation, but the maddening pleasure made him convulse like he was being electrocuted—before he finally passed out.
“Hh… Ugh… Nngh…”
The man secured the metal tube in Jaehyun’s unconscious cock, then stood and turned to the President, explaining calmly.
“The urethral piercing is in place. He won’t be able to remove it without professional help. The cap at the end can control his ejaculation.”
The man, gloved in white, demonstrated by gripping Jaehyun’s red cock. Jaehyun was unconscious, but the man’s demeanor suggested this was routine.
“You can attach a catheter here, or connect it to a mouth gag or hole plug. All his fluids will go straight into his mouth or hole.”
The President listened to the clinical explanation, nodding in satisfaction as he examined Jaehyun’s cock closely.
“Good. This bitch hole will be pleased. Is the work done?”
“Ah, just the tongue piercing left to finish.”
“Almost forgot the important part.”
The men discussed Jaehyun’s body seriously, as if he weren’t lying unconscious before them. The man grabbed Jaehyun’s slack tongue and pulled it out. With Jaehyun unconscious, his tongue extended easily, revealing its pale surface. The man pierced the center with a semi-spherical attachment.
“He… Nngh… Huh…”
A breathy moan escaped Jaehyun’s throat. His tongue twitched, but the pain wasn’t enough to wake him.
“All done. Should I set up the equipment you requested, sir?”
The man asked politely, having finished his work.
“Yes. Install it so the front and his hole are clearly visible.”
The man nodded, taking a camcorder and laptop from his bag. He set up the camera in front of Jaehyun, then placed another near the bed. After adjusting the laptop to stream the camcorder’s feed in real time, he packed up and left the room. The door clicked shut, leaving silence.
The President walked over, taking in Jaehyun’s exposed, bound form. Naked and obscene, Jaehyun was the perfect flesh slave, the rag hole the President desired. The vulgar words tattooed on his abdomen proclaimed his status as a bitch, and the piercings all over his body only made him look more depraved.
“Finally, he’s a perfect hole. Now he’s ready to work in the field.”
The President spoke as if Jaehyun could hear him, though there was no response.
“Today’s auction will decide his first assignment. As an excellent employee, he should bring in great results. Do your best.”
The President approached Jaehyun’s bed and pressed a button. The bed moved mechanically, rising almost vertically. Jaehyun’s head lolled to the side, unable to support itself. The President, treating Jaehyun like a doll, began attaching devices from the wall.
A breast pump, meant for nursing mothers, was fastened to Jaehyun’s nipples. Even inactive, the pierced nipples swelled at the cold silicone’s touch. Next, a catheter was connected to his urethra, leading to a clear glass bottle that would display every drop he expelled. Finally, a transparent dildo, studded with grotesque protrusions, was inserted into his hole. It slid in effortlessly, revealing the inside of his passage.
The President pressed the broadcast button on the laptop. The secret site’s stream was already crowded with people eager to see the new hole.
A beep signaled the camcorder was live. The feed showed Jaehyun, limp and bound, his body covered in vulgar tattoos and piercings, his nipples, cock, and hole stimulated by various devices—ready to put on a show for the viewers.
The President, careful to stay out of frame, pressed buttons on a remote. The breast pump activated, sucking at Jaehyun’s nipples. He squirmed, a faint moan escaping his lips.
“Hh… Ugh… U, Hngh.”
The dildo in his hole began to thrust in and out. The protrusions scraped his inner walls as it withdrew, then pressed in smoothly. After a few thrusts, Jaehyun’s mind, overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation, snapped back to consciousness. His eyes flew open, his head jerking up.
“Hngh… HAAAANG! Hik, Hit, Hngh, Haaht!”
As Jaehyun’s hole clenched, the protrusions pressed harder against his walls, creating a wet, squelching sound. His lower abdomen convulsed with each thrust. Even half-conscious, he could feel his insides twitching with every scrape. His waist arched uncontrollably, obscene moans spilling from his lips.
“HAAANG! Nn, Uuungh, Hh, HAAAANG!”
Jaehyun thrashed, screaming madly as the dildo pounded into him. The quiet room filled with his cries and the sound of machinery. Tears and saliva, unstoppable, soaked his face.
“Nngh, Huh, HAAA…! Ugh, Hik!”
Jaehyun threw his head back, his cock spurting thin semen. His limbs stretched taut, his body trembling with pleasure. The semen didn’t spurt freely—it trickled through the tube, filling the glass bottle at the end.
Unconsciously, Jaehyun moved his hips to let the dildo hit his prostate perfectly. The fake cock pounded his prostate ruthlessly. Jaehyun, overwhelmed by the pleasure, stuck out his tongue and howled.
“Hiiik! Good, Ah, Huit, Cock, Hngh… Haung!”
Unlike humans, the machines never tired, relentlessly abusing Jaehyun’s body. Every thrust against his prostate made his inner walls clench helplessly around the dildo, creating a wet, squelching friction. The sound filled the room without pause. Jaehyun, like a bitch in heat, greedily writhed his hips, chasing even greater pleasure. His cock was already leaking fluid, but his obscene movements didn’t stop.
This shameful display was broadcast live. The viewers, gathered to see the new bitch hole, commented freely.
[Damn, those are tattoos? He’s a rag hole for life.]
[He’s taking it like a bitch in heat lol, look at him dripping cum, his hole’s soaked.]
[He could take three cocks at once.]
[That bottle’s gonna be full of his cum soon.]
Jaehyun, unaware he was being watched, rolled his eyes back, trembling in pleasure. There was no shame in his voice as he moaned, impaled by the fake cock. Just as the chat said, cum dripped from his hole, his face flushed with bliss, a smile on his lips, drool dripping down his chin. The sight seemed to excite the viewers—his price skyrocketed. The chat filled with vulgar insults, and the auction price updated rapidly. The President sat back, arms crossed, watching the numbers climb with satisfaction.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
