The urethra, still swollen, protested as the rod forced its way in. The president rotated it slowly, ensuring it was fully seated.
“From now on, this is your routine. During the day, you’ll clean your hole, insert the urethral plug, and come to work. At night, you’ll return here, insert the catheter, and live like this. You’re not allowed to cum freely—this is special training. Understood?”
The president stroked Jaehyun’s cheek gently. Jaehyun nodded, his eyes glazed, tears streaming down his face.
“Starting today, your ass will feel like worms are crawling inside you—itchy, uncomfortable. Hold it as long as you can. When you can’t take it anymore, come to me and beg: ‘Master, please fuck my hole, scratch it for me—I can’t stand it anymore.’ Understood?”
Jaehyun’s eyes were dull, his nod automatic. The last traces of his old self were fading.
“Now… time to go to work.”
The president fastened a dog collar around Jaehyun’s neck and undid the restraints. Jaehyun didn’t resist, following obediently as the president led him out—naked, collared, leashed like a dog.
Three Days Later
Three days had passed since the president inserted the urethral plug into Jaehyun.
On the first day, the blocked urethra was uncomfortable, but the itching in his hole was mild enough to ignore.
That night, while Jaehyun slept, the president inserted a small vibrating dildo into his hole. By the second day, the constant vibration made the itching unbearable, and the blocked urethra ached.
By the third day, the pleasure was overwhelming. Jaehyun squirmed, whimpering.
“Not working? What’s wrong?”
The president feigned ignorance as Jaehyun moaned.
“Hngh… President! Something’s… wrong… nngh… please take it out…!”
Jaehyun begged, clutching his cock.
“Ahh. Does your cock feel like it’s about to burst? You seem to be enjoying it too much for that.”
The president approached, tapping Jaehyun’s semi-hard cock.
“Hngh… hiiik! I… I want to cum… hngh… please…”
The president seemed pleased by Jaehyun’s shameless confession after just three days. He nodded.
“What did I tell you to say when your hole itches?”
“Hngh… nngh…”
Jaehyun remembered the words but hesitated, clinging to his last shred of dignity.
“Still holding back? Let’s see how long you can last.”
The president grabbed Jaehyun’s cock.
“HIIIIK!”
Jaehyun screamed as the president stroked him roughly, his hand moving up and down.
“Nngh! Ahhaaang! No, stop! Hiiik! Hngh!”
Jaehyun’s body convulsed, but the president didn’t let him climax, only teasing him with pleasure and denial.
“Say it.”
“Hngh… nngh…”
The president leaned in, his voice a whisper. Jaehyun’s lips trembled, his last resistance crumbling under the torment.
“Hngh! C-Cock… hiiik! Please, fuck my hole! Scratch it! Ahhaaang!”
Jaehyun screamed, his humanity stripped away, reduced to a begging, whimpering hole. The president finally stopped, satisfied.
“If you satisfy me with your mouth, I’ll fuck your hole. A rag like you should at least know the basics, right?”
Jaehyun had never sucked a man’s cock before, but after three days of enduring relentless, maddening pleasure—neither weak nor overwhelming—he answered without hesitation.
“Y-Yes… yes… nngh… please… let me suck your cock… hiiik…”
He nodded, as if he would have agreed to any demand the president made.
The president unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. His cock, already straining against his briefs, sprang free with a heavy presence. Jaehyun crawled on his knees, looking up at the president as he tugged down the briefs. The cock, swollen and veined, stood erect, towering over him. Jaehyun had never seen a real cock up close—except his own—and he found himself staring, mesmerized, his mouth unconsciously parting.
The president’s monstrous cock, thicker and longer than anything he had ever seen in videos, loomed before him. Jaehyun licked his lips without thinking.
The president watched as Jaehyun, trembling with a mix of fear and excitement, took the head into his mouth. He tried to take it as deep as possible, his tongue swirling around the glans, but the sheer size made it impossible. His head bobbed up and down, but the cock was too much for his inexperienced mouth.
“Guhk… ugh… nngh…”
The president sighed, gripping Jaehyun’s hair and yanking his head back. The cock slipped out of his mouth with a wet pop. Jaehyun gasped for air, panting.
“You’ve never sucked cock before, have you? How the hell do you expect to satisfy me like this? You’re just a worthless hole—if you can’t even suck cock, what good are you?”
Jaehyun looked up at the president with tear-filled eyes, terrified that he might not get another chance. He had no idea how to please a cock with his mouth—he had never even touched another man’s before. His hole, already twitching and leaking from the relentless stimulation, ached for more, but the president’s dissatisfaction made him desperate.
“Hngh… I… I don’t know… how to suck cock properly… nngh…”
The president slapped Jaehyun’s cheek hard.
“Fuck. You’re a hole, and you don’t know how to suck cock? I’ll teach you—just this once. Pay attention.”
Before Jaehyun could react, the president grabbed his hair and forced his cock deep into his mouth. The thick shaft rammed into his throat, making him gag. Jaehyun’s teeth grazed the skin as he struggled to breathe, and the president yanked his head back.
“You trying to bite my cock? How dare you let your teeth touch my dick?”
The president raised his hand and slapped Jaehyun’s cheek again, hard. Both sides of his face burned red.
“If you graze me with your teeth one more time, I’ll pull every single one out. Understand?”
Jaehyun nodded frantically, his face pale with fear. The president studied him for a moment, then brought his cock back to Jaehyun’s lips. This time, Jaehyun took it carefully, making sure his teeth didn’t touch as he forced the cock as deep as he could into his throat.
“Keh… hngh… hngh…”
His throat convulsed around the intrusion, but the president’s cock seemed to enjoy the tight squeeze. Jaehyun struggled to breathe, his tongue moving desperately, licking the underside of the shaft as his throat spasmed around the glans.
His lungs burned, and he gagged, his body trembling as he fought for air. The president showed no mercy—he gripped Jaehyun’s hair and thrust deeper, forcing his cock all the way down Jaehyun’s throat. Jaehyun’s muffled choking sounds filled the room, his body convulsing as he fought to survive.
“Ughk… kehh… gk…”
The president didn’t stop. He wrapped his other hand around Jaehyun’s throat and squeezed, cutting off his air completely. Jaehyun’s hands clawed at the president’s arm, but the iron grip didn’t budge. His nails dug in, but his strength faded quickly.
“Nngh… gk… kk…”
His hands fell limp, his body going slack. His eyes rolled back, his throat twitching as his tongue lolled uselessly. The president watched, satisfied, as Jaehyun’s body gave in.
“Hah… good… A hole’s mouth is at its best when it’s choking on cock. Remember that.”
The president groaned, gripping Jaehyun’s hair tighter as he thrust deeper. Deprived of oxygen, Jaehyun’s body went limp, hanging like a broken puppet.
“You’ll swallow my cum like a good hole. Understand?”
The president whispered to the unconscious Jaehyun, then shot his load deep into his throat. He pulled out, a thin string of cum stretching from Jaehyun’s lips. The president tilted Jaehyun’s head back, revealing his red, swollen cheeks and tear-streaked face. His mouth hung open, cum dripping down his chin—a perfect picture of a used hole.
The president smirked, then dumped Jaehyun onto the floor. His legs splayed open, his plugged cock throbbed, swollen and pitiful. The president decided to reward the hole that had sucked him so well. He twisted the urethral plug with his fingers and pulled it out. Jaehyun twitched but didn’t wake.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
