- Construction Site
The owner picked up his phone and called someone. After a few rings of trring trring, a familiar male voice answered.
— Hello?
“Ah, President Ju. We’ve used up all the holes here. Come pick him up.”
The owner spoke casually, as if to someone he knew well.
— Do all your holes serve well?
“Of course. They say they’re all obsessed… This bitch really found the right job for himself.”
— Haha, that’s good to hear. I’ll be there within 30 minutes.
“Alright, alright. Got it.”
After a brief exchange, the call ended. The owner glanced around the quiet shop, then walked to the counter and sat down. He put on his glasses, pulled out a ledger, and began tapping on a calculator while jotting something down.
About 20 minutes later, the bell chimed as the door opened, and a large man in a suit stepped inside, casting a shadow.
“Oh, President Ju is here?”
The owner removed his glasses and stood up.
“Yes. Is the hole inside?”
“Yeah. He’s almost passed out. Those bastards really worked him over… But he’s got good instincts—he was whining like crazy, his throat must be sore.”
The owner chuckled, as if sharing an amusing anecdote. The president smiled and headed toward the room where Jaehyun was. Jaehyun was slumped on a chair, still damp from unabsorbed fluids, his body covered in the marks of the men who had used him.
“Ha, I picked a perfect bitch.”
The president draped his outer jacket over Jaehyun’s body, then slid his hands under Jaehyun’s legs and neck, lifting him. The owner opened the door, and the president carried Jaehyun out of the shop, heading straight for his parked car. The alley was dark and deserted as the sun had set. Jaehyun, barely covered by the jacket, swayed precariously with each step the president took.
Beep. The president opened the car door and placed Jaehyun inside. Jaehyun’s body slumped inward, and the jacket slipped off. If anyone had glanced into the car, they would have seen Jaehyun’s obscene body in full view. But the president didn’t care—he adjusted Jaehyun into a lying position and settled into the driver’s seat, heading to the next destination.
***
Thud. The vibration jolted Jaehyun awake. His eyes, swollen from tears, felt stiff and heavy. The air wasn’t cold, but the chill against his bare skin was unbearable.
Jaehyun lifted his head slightly and looked around. He was lying in the back seat of the car, his naked body covered only by the president’s jacket. He remembered the first time he entered the company, sitting beside the president in the car, dressed neatly. The contrast between that memory and his current state—naked in the back seat—was stark.
He struggled to sit up and peeked at the driver’s seat. As expected, it was the president. The man who had transformed his once-normal body into a natural cock hole, a bitch in heat, inspired a blind loyalty in Jaehyun that surpassed even the fleeting masters he had encountered.
“Master…?”
Jaehyun leaned forward slightly, his voice trembling. The president glanced at him and said,
“Sleep a little longer. We’ve got a ways to go.”
Jaehyun didn’t ask where they were going—he was used to the president’s silence on such matters. He lay back down, his body sinking into the leather seat, warmed by his own heat.
Fatigue seeped into his bones, dulling his senses. Jaehyun drifted back into a hazy sleep.
***
Thud. The back door opened, and Jaehyun’s body was shaken awake by the president’s hand.
“Wake up. We’re here.”
Jaehyun rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up, propping his upper body with his hands. The president and a burly stranger were staring at him. Embarrassed to step out naked, he instinctively obeyed the president’s command. He draped the jacket over his shoulders and clumsily climbed out of the car. The empty space was filled with nothing but yellow sand—just him, the president, and the stranger.
“He looks decent, at least. Where’d you find him?”
“Haha. You’ll like more than just his looks. He’s one of the best holes I’ve ever brought in.”
“You always bring the best, President Ju. Everyone’s looking forward to it.”
The president and the man talked as they looked at Jaehyun. The man’s eyes lingered on Jaehyun’s body, visible through the gap in the jacket. Jaehyun sensed that this stranger would become his new master.
“I’ll take him from here. You can go.”
“Alright, then I’ll be off. I’ll come pick him up in a week.”
“Got it. I’ll call you.”
Without further discussion, the president turned and left in his car, kicking up sand. Jaehyun ducked to avoid the flying grains, but a rough hand grabbed his chin, forcing his face up. Sand filled his eyes and nose.
Cough, cough!
Jaehyun teared up, coughing violently. He barely managed to open his eyes and saw a fierce-faced man glaring down at him, inspecting him like livestock. The man let go of Jaehyun’s face and said,
“Everyone’s gonna love you. Follow me.”
The man turned and walked away without hesitation. Jaehyun, glancing around nervously, hunched over as much as possible and hurried after him.
After walking for a while, Jaehyun saw a construction site. The concrete wasn’t even poured yet—ugly steel bars jutted out everywhere. The man didn’t head toward the building but toward a container beside it. Several containers were lined up, but the man approached a gray one in the middle with no windows.
He opened the door, revealing a surprisingly spacious interior. The only odd things were the complete lack of furniture and several mysterious metal chains hanging from the ceiling. Jaehyun glanced at the man, who stood silently in the center.
The man hummed, then stepped into the middle.
“Come here.”
Jaehyun obediently stood beside the man. The man snatched the jacket from Jaehyun’s shoulders and threw it to the floor. Jaehyun flinched, his naked body exposed, but he didn’t resist. The man grabbed Jaehyun’s left hand with one hand and a chain with the other.
The end of the chain had a soft leather cuff. Realizing its purpose, Jaehyun gasped. The man fastened the cuffs to Jaehyun’s left hand, then his right. Next, he secured Jaehyun’s left leg, then his right.
Suspended, Jaehyun’s most intimate parts were fully exposed. The man flicked the tattoo on Jaehyun’s hip—Please Fuck Me♡—with his finger and said,
“Our bitch, don’t worry. I’ll fuck you as much as you want today.”
“Hng…!”
The man’s dirty words and the piercing seemed to arouse him further. He ran his hands over Jaehyun’s body, making Jaehyun’s chest and stomach twitch. Then, he tapped Jaehyun’s cock with his finger and pulled out a remote control from his pocket.
“Ah…!”
The man pressed a button, and suddenly, Jaehyun’s legs lifted. Jaehyun squirmed, trying to balance himself, but the chains didn’t stop—his feet rose until they were parallel to his wrists.
The man nodded in satisfaction and pressed another button. Jaehyun’s arms and legs spread wide. When the man finally stopped, Jaehyun was suspended in midair, his limbs splayed open.
His hole and cock were fully exposed. As the air hit his ass, his hole twitched. The president approached Jaehyun’s hole, rustling as he prepared something. Jaehyun couldn’t see what he was doing from his suspended position.
Suddenly, cold gel touched Jaehyun’s hole.
“Hiiit…! W-What…!”
Jaehyun instinctively twisted his hips away.
SMACK!
“Aaah…!”
The man slapped Jaehyun’s cock hard with his palm and said,
“Stay still, you cock hole. I’m doing something good for you.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
