Jaehyun, still under the drug’s influence, nodded weakly and began to undress. The neat clothes he had worn for his first day were discarded, leaving him completely naked.
The president nodded in approval and pushed open the creaking metal door. Inside was a space entirely different from the office. The walls were painted a deep, blood-like crimson, the kind of color that would hide any stains. The bed in the center wasn’t for sleeping—restraints were attached to all four corners. The walls were lined with an array of objects: thin metal rods, dildos so massive they seemed impossible to use, and other adult toys. The floor was waterproofed, designed for easy cleaning.
The president smiled at Jaehyun, as if introducing a new puppy to its home. “This is your new home, Jaehyun. You’ll be reborn as a hole here. Understood?”
“N-No… please… I don’t want…” Jaehyun whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. He tried to back away, but his body wouldn’t obey, as if paralyzed.
The president dragged him to the bed and strapped him down, spreading his limbs wide. Jaehyun lay there, helpless, as the president moved to the wall of tools. He selected a thin silver rod, a thick vinyl tube, and a clear gel.
“From now on, you’ll live with this inside you. You won’t be able to use your cock freely. If you try to remove the plug yourself, I’ll replace it with a thicker one. Don’t even think about it. Understood?”
Jaehyun stared blankly at the rod, not comprehending. The president squeezed gel onto his fingers and rubbed it onto Jaehyun’s urethra.
“Hn—! Hiit!”
The cold gel made Jaehyun’s hips jerk. The president ignored his reaction, continuing to apply the gel. Once the urethra was thoroughly coated, he inserted the silver rod into the opening.
“Nn, ahh! No, stop! Hiiik! Ah, ahh… it hurts… nngh… aaaah!”
The rod, the first foreign object to ever invade his urethra, scraped cruelly against the inner walls as it forced its way deeper. The cold metal felt wrong, violating. Jaehyun’s pupils dilated, tears streaming down his face, saliva dripping from his mouth as he screamed.
The president smirked. “Do you like it? From now on, your cock only cums when I say so. You’re a hole—your only purpose is to be used as one. Understood?”
Jaehyun was still trembling from the pain, unable to process the words. The president tilted his head, studying him, then suddenly yanked the rod out without warning.
“Aah! Nngh…!”
Despite Jaehyun’s cry, the president mercilessly inserted a transparent tube into his swollen urethra.
“AAAAH! Nngh, ah! Stop! Hiiik! Ahhaaang!”
The president didn’t stop, pushing the tube deeper until it reached its destination. A yellow liquid began to drain through the tube into a bag.
“Nngh… ugh… hnngh…”
Jaehyun panted, shocked as his urine was forced out against his will. The president watched with satisfaction as Jaehyun lay there, naked and restrained, his nipples and cock exposed, his urethra stretched around the tube.
“Today… yes, you’ll stay here overnight. This is your home now. I’ll come pick you up in the morning for work. Be good.”
“No, please…! Hiiik… let me go… nngh… please!” Jaehyun begged, his voice breaking as he thrashed against the restraints. The president only chuckled, as if amused by a child’s tantrum, and left the room.
Jaehyun stared after him, disbelief freezing him in place. Then, as the warm liquid continued to drain from him, he curled in on himself, sobbing.
“Hngh… nngh… hiiik…”
Left alone in the windowless room, he closed his eyes, praying for time to pass quickly.
***
The next morning, the metal door creaked open. Jaehyun was still unconscious, the catheter still in place, the bag half-full of urine. The president approached, satisfied. Total control—even over something as basic as urination. Exactly what he wanted.
He lifted a syringe, tapping the needle to release the air. The clear liquid inside sprayed into the air before the needle pierced Jaehyun’s arm. The sharp pain jolted him awake.
“Nngh!”
Jaehyun’s eyes flew open. He thrashed, pleading, “W-What…? Why… nngh… why are you doing this to me? Let me go…!”
The drug’s effects had worn off, and he sobbed, begging for release. The president watched, amused, then pushed the plunger fully, injecting the drug. Jaehyun’s struggles weakened as the drug took hold again.
The president grabbed Jaehyun’s cock. “Hnngh!”
Jaehyun winced, his body trembling. The president checked the urine bag, then roughly pulled out the catheter. The urethra, swollen and red, protested as the tube scraped against it. Jaehyun screamed, tears streaming down his face.
“Aah, ahhaaang! It hurts! Hiiik! Nngh… hiiik!”
The president discarded the catheter and picked up a rubber hose. Unlike a normal hose, the tip was rounded and bulbous. He approached Jaehyun, who was still restrained, and placed it beside him. Then, he undid the restraints one by one. Jaehyun didn’t celebrate his freedom—instead, he curled in on himself, confused and terrified.
The president flipped him onto his stomach, securing his arms and legs to the bed. A wooden frame was placed under his hips, lifting his ass into the air. Exposed and vulnerable, Jaehyun panted, unsure of what was coming next. Then, cold gel dripped onto his hole.
“Hiiik!”
The president snapped on a thin surgical glove and pressed a thick finger into Jaehyun’s virgin hole.
“Nngh, ah! Hyaaang! It… hurts! Nngh!”
The untouched hole clenched tightly, resisting the intrusion. Jaehyun instinctively tried to clench, but his muscles only served to grip the finger more tightly. The president rubbed the gel inside, stretching the entrance.
“Good. Now you’re ready.”
He removed his finger and picked up the hose, pressing the rounded tip against Jaehyun’s hole.
“UWAAAAH! Ahhaaang!”
Jaehyun screamed as the hose, as thick as a baby’s fist, forced its way inside. His hole stretched painfully, the entrance clinging to the intrusion. The president didn’t stop, pushing it deeper until the bulbous tip was fully inside. The hose fit snugly, as if Jaehyun’s body had been made to accept it.
Satisfied, the president turned on the water.
“AAAAH! Nngh! Ugh… ah, ahh…!”
The cold water filled his intestines, the pressure unbearable. Jaehyun screamed, his body convulsing, but the president only watched, expressionless.
When Jaehyun thought he might burst, the president turned off the water. Before Jaehyun could react, he pulled out the hose and replaced it with a long, thick glass tool, sealing the water inside. The trapped liquid sloshed, making Jaehyun feel like he was about to explode.
“Ahhaaah! Ah, ahh! Hiiik! Please, stop! Uwaaaah!”
His stomach bulged slightly, the water pressing against his insides. Jaehyun gagged, his body trembling as he fought the overwhelming urge to release.
“If you let it out, I’ll fist your hole. Wait five minutes, then you can release.”
Jaehyun whimpered at the threat, his hole clenching desperately to hold the water in. The seconds dragged like hours, but finally, the president announced, “Five minutes are up. Get down and release.”
Jaehyun’s restraints were undone. He looked relieved for a moment, then paled. “W-Where…? The bathroom…?”
“On the floor. You’re a hole—why would you need a bathroom?”
The president’s cold words left Jaehyun speechless. His body betrayed him, cramping violently. He clutched his stomach, collapsing to the floor. He bit his lip, trying to hold it in, but the president shoved him onto his side.
“Nngh! Ahhaaah! No, no… nngh! Uwaaaah! Hiiik! Nngh…”
His hole spasmed, and the water gushed out in a humiliating flood. Jaehyun sobbed, his body shaking as the liquid poured from him, pooling on the floor. The president watched, unimpressed, as if observing livestock.
Once Jaehyun was empty, the president picked up the hose again. He turned on the water, the cold spray washing away the mess. Jaehyun gasped as the icy water cleaned his body, his skin prickling.
“Hah! It’s cold! Ah! Nngh! Hyaa!”
The president rinsed him thoroughly, then turned off the water. Jaehyun shivered, his body still trembling from the cold.
The president picked up the silver rod again, gripping Jaehyun’s cock. The cold had left it soft, the urethra tight. He twisted the rod as he pushed it back inside.
“Nngh! Uwaaang! Hyaa! Ah! Ahh!”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
