18
“Aren’t you being a little too relaxed?”
The words came from someone grinding their erect cock against Seungjun’s mouth. At the same time, two cocks were fucking him, and he was sucking a third. It should have been nothing but pain, yet the thick cocks ramming into him felt incredibly good. Maybe it was the flicker of hope—the belief that if he had sex 100 times, he could return to normal. But after fucking the dog countless times, that hope had faded. He could barely even remember his original purpose. All that lingered was the vague notion that he needed more sex.
“Ugh—! Kngh—! Nn—! Ugh—!”
With three men at once, he wasn’t sure if he should count this as one or multiple encounters. But such thoughts were quickly swept away by the storm of pleasure raging in his mind. He couldn’t think straight. Seungjun panted like a real dog, greedily sucking the cock shoved into his mouth. It calmed him. He was learning, without realizing it, that not thinking at all was the best way to soothe his mind. The terrifying yet relieving sensation he’d felt the first time he fucked the dog washed over him again. His human rationality kept rejecting his own protection, as if clinging to his animalistic instincts was the only way to survive.
Watching Seungjun moan lewdly, seemingly more satisfied than when fucking himself, Jihun’s resolve wavered. He realized his cock alone couldn’t satisfy Seungjun. For weeks, he’d been denied orgasms, constantly told by Hyeontae that he was a filthy slut, a desperate, horny mess who would fuck anything. The men groping his body now whistled and jeered:
“Damn, you work out? Nice body. But why’s your pubes all shaved? You some kind of maso guy?”
“Hey, I know what this is. Dudes like him hang out in park bathrooms, flash their dicks, and beg for a fuck.”
“Might be a bottom-for-hire. Either way, look at that thick cock—damn.”
“Waste not, want not, right?”
One of the men tapped Jihun’s cheek with his cock and smirked:
“Your parents know you’re out here like this?”
At those words, tears streamed down Jihun’s face. The mention of his parents hit him harder than any rough sex or orgasm denial. He sobbed, but that didn’t stop him—his body moved on its own, sucking the cock in his mouth without hesitation. The suggestion that he loved sucking cock took hold. The more he licked and swallowed, the calmer he felt. Without being told, he pressed his lips to the tip, traced the shaft with his tongue, and even took the balls into his mouth, all while sniffling and crying. He didn’t stop, afraid that if he spit it out, the despair would return.
“Nngh… Mmm… Ugh…”
“Shit, this kid really knows how to suck.”
“He’s not some rent boy, right? Trying to drain our wallets?”
As they fingered his hole, Jihun’s body was lifted up. One man hoisted his leg, exposing his shaved cock, and pushed inside. The stretching sensation made Jihun’s eyes widen. Forgetting his sorrow, he sucked eagerly, his cock—denied release for so long—already cumming twice yet still rock-hard, instantly erect upon insertion.
“Fuck, he gets hard just from getting fucked.”
The man who had called him a slut soon stopped talking. The way Jihun’s ass clenched around him left no room for jokes.
“Ngh—! Ah, fuck—! Shit—! It’s so tight—!”
The dirty talk turned to curses. The man slammed into him, making Jihun’s muscular chest jiggle. His toned body—more solid than Hyeonjun and Seungjun’s slender frames—vibrated with each thrust. The men who pounced on him were all muscular, rough types, just like him. Naturally, the sex was brutal and powerful.
“Nnngh—! Ah—! Aah, darling—! Ah—!”
“Ugh… Ugh—! Awoo—! Hngh—!”
“Ngh—! Ah, Mister—! Ah, it’s good—! Nngh, M-Master—! Ah—!”
All three were now deep in a debauched orgy, revelling in carnal pleasure. Hyeonjun kept moaning “darling”, his voice breaking with ecstasy. Hyeontae, filming the whole thing, smirked and asked:
“Hyeonjun, you like cock that much?”
“Ah—! Nngh—! Yes—! I love it—!”
“You’ll get pregnant at this rate… Your whole body’s covered in cum. Shouldn’t you thank these men? They’re working so hard to get you pregnant.”
Already dripping with the cum of five or six men, his inner thighs slick with semen, Hyeonjun gaspingly thanked the men fucking him between moans:
“Ah—! Mister—! Th-thank you—! Nngh—! For the—! Ah—! The baby—!”
The squelching sounds from his stretched hole never stopped. The cock and pubes of the men fucking him were caked in cum. When they asked him to clean them, Hyeonjun scraped it all up with his hands and licked it off. Hyeontae, convinced the hypnosis now dominated his mind, decided it was time to put the real plan into motion.
“Hyeonjun, this is a historical moment. We need a pregnancy commemorative photo. Make a V sign.”
Hyeontae told Hyeonjun to pose with a V sign, his face smeared with cum. Even as he struggled to lift his arms, the men demanded he keep sucking. In the end, Hyeonjun wrapped his fingers around a cock and made a V with both hands, his legs spread wide as he rode a man on the bench, his ass swallowing cock after cock. The rose nipple piercings, crusted with cum, stood out in the shot. Hyeontae took close-ups of his face, his cock-filled ass, and his chest.
He captured the other two in the same way—their faces twisted in pleasure, cumming endlessly as they were fucked. The footage wasn’t professionally shot; it was raw, unfiltered, like real amateur porn, not some staged scene.
All this material would be processed—both as company assets and as leverage to bind them completely. The midnight excursion went on for hours. Despite the late spring chill, the boys were burning with heat, their bellies full of cum, dripping down their thighs.
The men, sated, dressed and left with a nod to Hyeontae. The exhausted boys could barely catch their breath. Hyeontae wiped them down and suggested it was time to head back. The same group—three men and one young man on all fours—returned, but the atmosphere was different. As they left the park, Hyeontae asked:
“So, how was the night walk?”
The two deeply hypnotized boys answered blankly, yet with certainty:
“Yes.”
“Good. For now, go home, wash up, and rest. We’ll need to clean the house soon. Hmm. We’ll talk about that later.”
On the way back, Hyeontae pondered. This game would soon reach a turning point. The boys were deep under hypnosis. It was time to start flipping their minds, one by one—replacing their original consciousness with suggestion. The only wild card was Hyeonjun’s mother—the woman who would become his wife.
She had gone on a business trip and would be returning soon. If she came back after their conditioning was complete, there’d be no issues. But right now, things were still unstable.
Would her return help the hypnosis… or shatter everything? He couldn’t be sure. But one thing was certain: he needed to plan carefully, meticulously.
Hyeontae stroked his chin, lost in thought. He had just received word that someone who’d been away for a long time would be coming home soon. This could be dangerous… or it could be the perfect opportunity.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
