Jaehyun’s inner walls clenched tightly around Minhyeong’s cock, the metal beads inside him grinding painfully against the piercings. Every time Minhyeong thrust, the urethral device dug deeper, the sharp sensation numbing his entire body.
“Haa, ah, aang, ah, hng, AAAH!”
Minhyeong, driven wild, fucked harder, his hips slamming into Jaehyun’s ass. The swollen cock, stretched beyond recognition, filled Jaehyun completely, scraping every inch of his insides. Jaehyun’s body convulsed, his eyes rolling back, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream.
“Ngh, ah, ah, ah, hng, woof…!”
His cock, unable to release a single drop, twitched helplessly as his ass alone reached climax. The muscles in his hole spasmed, gripping Minhyeong’s cock like a vice.
“Ah, ugh, ngh, woof…”
“Hng, ugh, good, hiik, hik, hng…!”
As their bodies trembled and convulsed like broken dolls, Gihyeon circled them, snapping photos with a large camera.
“Such a good senior and junior pair. Hah.”
He zoomed in on Jaehyun’s gaping hole, Minhyeong’s drooling, dazed face, and Jaehyun’s cock, swollen to bursting but cruelly blocked. The high-quality camera captured their obscene forms without filter. Gihyeon stared at the screen for a long time before looking up at the two of them.
The senior and junior who had once respected each other were gone. Only two drugged-up, heat-crazed bitches remained, desperately fucking each other’s holes.
Beep. Gihyeon’s phone rang as he was taking photos. He quickly answered.
“An Gihyeon speaking.”
— Is the newbie ready?
Gihyeon glanced at the wrecked Jaehyun and replied.
“He’s ready. Should I bring him now?”
— Yeah, bring him. The show starts in 20 minutes.
The caller hung up abruptly, too busy to wait for a response. Gihyeon, indifferent, slipped his phone back into his pocket.
“Hng, ugh, ngh…”
“Haa, ugh, hwoof…”
Gihyeon approached the two, who had passed out. He grabbed Minhyeong’s hair and yanked him off Jaehyun, throwing him aside. Minhyeong collapsed, his body still twitching from the aftershocks of pleasure.
“Ngh, ugh, hng…”
With Minhyeong gone, Jaehyun slumped to the side, his stretched hole pulsing, unable to close. The pain of the massive cock being pulled out made his own cock throb. He wanted to touch himself, but his bound hands wouldn’t allow it.
“Hah, ah, ugh, ugh…”
His bladder felt ready to burst. His stomach was so swollen it looked like it would explode. Unable to hold it any longer, Jaehyun rubbed his cock against the floor, his body twitching pathetically.
But Gihyeon showed no mercy. He grabbed Jaehyun’s hair and yanked his head up, slapping his cheek hard. Smack! Jaehyun’s head jerked to the side.
“Ah, ACK! Hng…”
“Where do you think you are? This isn’t your cock anymore.”
Gihyeon punished him by roughly shaking his cock. Jaehyun screamed, his body curling up as he whimpered and begged.
“Hng, ugh, I’m sorry, hng, ah, I’ll be good, ugh, woof…!”
Every movement sent waves of unbearable pain through him. Jaehyun panted, trembling, trying desperately to stop shaking. Gihyeon, satisfied, released his grip and lifted Jaehyun into his arms. The touch of Gihyeon’s hands made Jaehyun’s skin burn, his throat letting out lewd moans.
“Hng, ugh… Hik!”
Gihyeon carried the trembling Jaehyun and left the room. They passed through the waiting area, filled with moans of pleasure and screams of pain, and walked down the quiet hallway. Gihyeon pushed open a door labeled “Backstage” without a sound.
“Hey! Get the holes ready. Did you prepare them according to the guest list?”
The dimly lit stage was bustling with activity. The Manager, who had been barking orders, spotted Gihyeon and Jaehyun and quickly approached.
“Oh, you’re here! This is the newbie?”
“Yes. Top-quality.”
Gihyeon replied, and the Manager grabbed Jaehyun’s slack face, examining it before nodding in satisfaction. He pointed to a large chair in the center of the stage.
“Put him there. He goes on in 15 minutes.”
Gihyeon set Jaehyun down in the indicated chair. As Gihyeon’s hands left his body, Jaehyun shuddered.
The chair, large enough for a surgical table, had restraints for his arms and legs. His arms were secured to the armrests, and his legs were lifted and locked in place, exposing his gaping hole and swollen cock.
Gihyeon stood in front of Jaehyun, looking at his slack, stupid face, the lewd tattoos covering his body, and his exposed hole and cock—obscenely vulgar.
“Fuck, everyone’s gonna lose their minds over this one.”
Gihyeon absentmindedly stroked his own erect cock, licking his lips. The busy Manager, now with a moment to spare, walked over to Gihyeon.
“Hey, this one’s from President Ju, right? That guy always brings the best holes. The perverts are gonna go crazy trying to get their dicks in this one. Hah!”
The Manager clapped Gihyeon’s shoulder and laughed. He checked his watch and grabbed a passing staff member.
“Drop the screen and release the VIP holes. Raise the curtain in five minutes.”
The staff nodded and disappeared. The Manager patted Gihyeon’s shoulder a few times.
“Alright, show’s about to start. Get to your position. Good work.”
Gihyeon bowed politely and left the backstage. The Manager gave Jaehyun one last appraising look, nodding in satisfaction before leaving the stage. Now, only Jaehyun remained, his shame fully exposed.
As the promised time arrived, the dim stage lights faded to black. Then, a spotlight illuminated the center of the stage, and a neatly dressed emcee appeared.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting!”
The emcee bowed with exaggerated flair. The audience, shrouded in darkness, remained silent. Undeterred, the emcee continued in a cheerful voice.
“We thank all of you for taking the time to visit our venue! For our distinguished guests, we’ve prepared a very special show tonight—experiences you won’t find anywhere else. Please enjoy our exclusive events!”
The emcee waved his hands excitedly.
“Before we begin, let’s bring out some holes to set the mood!”
The emcee clapped, and the dark audience stirred. Holes tailored to every guest’s preference were an exclusive service of this venue. Once they got a taste of this unique service, customers became regulars.
Some slaves were completely naked, while others were dressed neatly. Some crawled toward their masters on their own, while others were dragged along, gagged and struggling. Slaves dressed from head to toe in their masters’ preferred styles clung to the guests. The guests naturally fondled the slaves who approached them with obscene movements.
The atmosphere in the venue heated up instantly. Moans erupted from all directions.
The heat-crazed holes clung to their masters’ bodies, eagerly sucking their cocks. Trained to perfection, they stripped their masters with their mouths and swallowed their cocks deep into their throats. The guests, satisfied, grabbed the holes’ hair and fucked their mouths roughly.
“Woof, woof! Nng, mmpf!”
“Hah, shit…”
One man immediately pounced on his waiting slave, spanking his ass hard. The slave’s ass was covered in burn marks from cigarettes, and obscene tattoos like “Chairman’s Exclusive Hole” and “Jihun’s Cum Dump” were inked into his skin.
“You fucking slut. Did you empty yourself out over the past week? Huh? You filthy rag hole!”
The man’s hand cracked down on the slave’s ass, but the slave just wagged his hole, trembling with excitement. The bell attached to his nipple piercing jingled as he moved.
“Ah, AAH! Ah, hng, yes, hiik!”
The slave writhed lewdly, his hips swaying. His soft, supple skin pressed against the man.
“Fuck, come here, you bitch.”
Nearby, a man with a high-pitched voice moaned. A small man in a navy-blue school uniform was arching his back, pushing against something. Between his spread legs, someone gripped his thighs and sucked his cock. The man tried to push the head away, but the pleasure was too much, and he ended up thrusting deeper into the mouth, groaning.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
