“Oh dear, this one seems shy. But deep down, he’s just as grateful, ha!”
The Emcee chuckled awkwardly and turned to the third hole.
“Now, Hole Number 3, how do you feel? I believe this is your sixth laying?”
The small, pale man had clearly been in shows before—some men in the audience cheered. He lay limp, his gaze empty, offering no response.
“…”
“Ha, I’ll take that as a very grateful silence!”
The Emcee, used to such reactions, smoothly moved on. The audience buzzed with anticipation for the upcoming performance.
“Now, before we begin, place your bets on which hole will lay the best!”
The screen switched from Hole Number 3’s face to a betting interface. The audience, familiar with this segment, eagerly placed their bets, debating crudely over who would expel their load most impressively.
“Number 2 still has some fight left—he’ll probably shoot them out hard.”
“Nah, that hole’s too tight. He won’t be able to push.”
“Number 1’s been fucked senseless—look at how his hole’s gaping! He’ll shoot like a rag, ha!”
The men argued loudly over their favorites, the numbers on the screen climbing rapidly. The countdown timer ticked away, heightening the tension, before the screen returned to the holes.
“Ah, such enthusiasm! Now, let’s see which one is the top bitch!”
The Emcee clapped his hands together. At the signal, three masked men in tight leather pants strode onto the stage from the wings. Their imposing physiques drew cheers and whistles from the audience.
The Emcee, not missing a beat, laughed and announced the start of the show. The men simultaneously grabbed the plugs sealing the holes’ asses.
“Hng, aaah…!”
“Haa… ah, hiik, hiieek!”
The thick plugs stretched the holes painfully before being yanked out. Jaehyun’s inner walls instinctively clenched, pushing the balls downward.
“Aah… ah, ha, ugh, unng…!”
A ball the size of an adult fist stretched his hole from thin to thick as it emerged. His gaping hole expelled the blue rubber ball with a wet plop. The sensation of defecating was unmistakable. Overwhelmed, Jaehyun screamed.
“Ugh, haa, aaang…!”
He thrashed his head, screaming. He could feel the eyes on him. The humiliation of being watched made his body stiffen for a moment.
“Ugh, ugh, hng!”
He tried to hold back the balls instinctively, his body trembling with the effort. The trainer next to him noticed and approached.
The trainer spread his hand wide and pressed it against Jaehyun’s belly, then muttered in a low voice,
“Don’t hold back. Push them out. Everyone’s waiting.”
“Hng, ah, ah, haa, aaang…!”
The trainer’s hand roughly massaged and prodded his belly. He could feel the balls shifting inside. He couldn’t resist. His last shred of control vanished, and his brain finally allowed the laying.
“Ah… aaaak! Kk, haa, haaaak…!”
Every rough rub of the trainer’s hand sent balls forcing their way out, stretching his inner walls, rubbing against them as they emerged. The oval balls plopped onto the floor, one after another.
“Ugh, ha, aaang, feels good, ha, aaang…! Kk, hng…”
Once he let go, there was no stopping. His mind numbed by pleasure, Jaehyun pushed with all his might, expelling the balls.
“Haaang, ah, ah, haa, unng…!”
He imagined himself obscenely laying eggs in front of everyone—lewd, shameless. But it didn’t feel bad. He was a hole, and laying eggs for his Masters was a joy. He wanted to show them his gaping hole expelling fist-sized balls, wanted them to see how eagerly he obeyed.
“Hng, ah, aaaang…! Feels good, ah, haaang, ah, aaah!”
Jaehyun screamed in ecstasy, pushing out the balls without restraint. The trainer, no longer needing to press his belly, moved behind him and spread his cheeks wide with both hands.
Jaehyun’s swollen, gaping hole was fully exposed. His stretched urethra dripped thin fluid, his cock pressed flat against his belly.
“Ah, hiik, hik, haaang…!”
While Jaehyun happily laid his eggs, a different scene unfolded for Hole Number 2 next to him.
“Shit, fuck—ahng…! Kkuu, ugh, hng—!”
The man who had been resisting so fiercely now endured, his face pale. His tight hole twitched, fluttering open and closed.
“How long do you think you can hold out?”
The trainer behind him slapped his ass hard. The sharp crack echoed. The force left an instant bruise.
“Hng, aaaah…!”
The man screamed in pain. For a moment, his hole relaxed, and a ball threatened to escape. But he bit his lip until it bled, clenching again.
“Kkuu, hng… no, ugh…”
A desperate plea escaped his lips. The perverts’ lecherous gazes clung to his skin. His belly, stuffed with balls, ached unbearably, but he couldn’t bring himself to expel them in front of everyone.
“For bitches like you, there’s a special treatment.”
Gagging or pressing his belly did nothing—some bitches just couldn’t lay properly. The trainer lowered his tight leather pants. A monstrous cock, matching his massive frame, sprang out, veins throbbing along its dark red shaft. He stroked it as he approached the man.
“Hng, ugh, ah, haa, ugh…”
Unaware of the trainer’s approach, the man clenched and unclenched his fists, shaking his head wildly, desperately enduring.
The trainer grabbed his hips from behind and pressed the dripping tip of his cock against the man’s hole.
Something touched his backside. The man flinched, trying to look back, but his bound limbs only allowed him to twitch weakly. Before he could see, his body confirmed it.
“Wh-what the—hey! No, hng… aaa, aaaah!”
In one thrust, the cock buried itself deep in his ass. There was no more room, but the trainer’s massive dick forced space, driving in ruthlessly. The balls inside were pushed even deeper. He couldn’t breathe.
“Kk, aaaah! Aah… I’m dying, hng, aaaah…! I’m dying, haa, it hurts, ah, haaaak…!”
“Haa, fuck, ugh, ng…”
The balls churned inside him. The rubber orbs ground against his prostate, his inner walls, the sensation overwhelming. He was dying, but the trainer kept fucking him, his body shaking violently, his mind blank.
“Hng, aaaah, ah, hng, hng, ugh…!”
Finally, the man couldn’t hold back. He sobbed, his last shred of pride gone. He was nothing now but a pathetic hole, crying as he took the cock, his body shaking.
“I’ll pull out, so cum, hng… you got it?”
“Haa, hng, ugh, haa…”
The man didn’t even answer, just hung limply.
“Hng, answer me. Haa, you got it?”
The trainer pressed on his belly, feeling the flesh ripple with each thrust.
“Hng, ua, I got—! Hng, aaang!”
It wasn’t the answer he wanted, but the trainer decided to pull out—he needed to see this hole lay its eggs.
“Haa, ah, ha, hiik… huuaa…!”
“Haa, ng…”
The trainer fucked him harder, then pulled out in one motion. The man’s hole, stretched to the trainer’s size, couldn’t close, and the balls spilled out uncontrollably.
“Hng, ah, aaaah…! Ah, haaaak!”
As the massive cock left his hole, the rubber balls rushed out. The man howled like an animal in labor, his body wracked with shame and pain.
He couldn’t believe he was defecating in front of everyone. He could almost hear the men’s mocking laughter.
“Hng, ugh, ng, haa, ng!”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
