“Hwoof… ah, ha, ugh…”
The syringe emptied. The emcee, holding the empty syringe in one hand, extended his other hand to the side. Someone approached and handed him a silver plug.
The emcee, gripping the medium-sized silver plug, pulled the syringe out of Jaehyun’s hole.
“Hii, iik, IIK!”
The hole, now full to the brim, gushed liquid as soon as the syringe was removed. With a splosh, water poured out of his ass.
“Ah, ha, ugh, AAAH!”
Jaehyun screamed. Shame and pleasure alternated, torturing him. He was humiliated by the sight of himself expelling filthy liquid in front of everyone, but the relief of finally being allowed to release even a little made him pathetically happy.
But before much could escape, the emcee rammed the plug into his hole in one motion. The hole, which had been gushing water, was cruelly sealed again. If they had just forbidden him from pissing at all, it wouldn’t have been this painful. The forced interruption made Jaehyun howl like an animal, begging.
“Hng, ah, aaa, ngh, hng…! Please, hng, please, woof!”
With both his front and back holes full and plugged, Jaehyun sobbed, his body limp. He wanted to die. He couldn’t even tell if the pain in his stomach was from his bladder or his ass, both stuffed to the brim.
His ruined face filled the screen. The audience, their tastes perfectly matched by Jaehyun’s pitiful, begging form, burst into satisfied laughter.
“Look here—even with his ass stuffed full of water, he’s still drooling over this dildo.”
As the emcee said, Jaehyun’s pitifully swollen hole sucked greedily at the cruelly inserted plug. The emcee grabbed the plug sealing Jaehyun’s hole and wiggled it slightly.
“Hng, ugh, AAAH! Ah!”
Even the smallest movement made his whole body feel like it was sloshing. Jaehyun could no longer scream—only a hoarse whisper escaped his lips.
“A hole of this quality is hard to come by. Who will be the first to use our venue’s 78th hole? Hah! The auction starts now!”
This was the goal all along—to sell him for the highest price, the emcee had stripped Jaehyun bare. The audience began to move, captivated by the brilliant sales pitch.
The screen, which had only shown Jaehyun, now displayed numbers at the bottom—a bid for ownership of his body. Every time a guest pressed a button, Jaehyun’s price skyrocketed.
“Look at him, screaming like he’s dying but still hard as a rock. I can’t wait to see who gets him.”
“I call dibs on being the first to fuck his ass. Everyone else, back off!”
The men were excited, their voices eager. Like a sex toy, the slaves’ holes were ruthlessly penetrated by cocks. Some stuffed their cocks into mouths, others into asses, showing no mercy.
“Hng, ah, ah, hng, woof…!”
“Ugh, kk—hhuuup! Uwp, haah, ah, ugh…!”
“Ah, aaah…! Feels good, haah, Master, hng, I—I, haah…!”
The Emcee’s voice rose above the raucous moans, but the bidding did not stop.
“Number 25, Number 29… Any higher?”
The numbers had been climbing rapidly, but now they stalled. The audience, unable to keep up with the bidding, muttered in frustration. Sensing their displeasure, the slaves writhed even more obscenely, their movements growing lewder and more desperate.
“Then, Number 29’s Master has won the rights to Hole Number 78 for tonight!”
The Emcee announced Jaehyun’s sale with a triumphant voice. Oblivious to being treated like an object, Jaehyun could only throw his head back, gasping, desperately praying for release from the fluids filling his body.
“Now, let’s have this heat-crazed hole thank the Master who bought him for such a high price!”
The Emcee approached Jaehyun, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
“I’ll pull this out for you, so say ‘thank you’ and be done with it. Understand?”
“Hng—ah, aaah, aaack—!”
The Emcee tapped the dildo lodged in Jaehyun’s hole. Jaehun screamed, his body convulsing.
“Answer me, or I won’t take it out.”
“Kk—hiieek, hhaa—!”
The Emcee flicked Jaehyun’s cock. Even the slightest stimulation pushed him to the brink. Unable to even struggle, Jaehyun shook his head wildly, screaming.
“Y-yes, yes…! Th-thank, hiik, thank, hng—!”
The Emcee nodded slightly at Jaehyun’s tearful, broken response and straightened up.
“Then, let’s all hear Hole Number 78’s gratitude! Ha!”
The Emcee clapped once to draw the audience’s attention, then grabbed the dildo in Jaehyun’s hole with one hand and the thick urethral plug with the other.
“Kkuu… hng—!”
Jaehyun gasped as his hole twitched. Suddenly, the Emcee shook both plugs violently.
“Kk—hu, haaaang…! Aaaah! Hah, ugh, ah, aah…!”
Jaehyun’s face contorted as he thrashed, his bound hands flailing like a tortured man, screaming as if he were dying. Every movement sent the fluids inside him sloshing, the sensation rising to his throat, making him gag.
“Uuugh…! Uweh, uu… haa, aaah!”
The pain and pleasure were so intense he couldn’t tell them apart. But one thing was certain: he was about to be freed from this unbearable torment. Jaehyun clenched every muscle in his body. His swollen belly heaved, and maddened screams tore from his throat.
“Kk—aaaah…! Ah, I’m going crazy, ah, I, ha, aaaang! Th-that, aaaaa…!”
The Emcee yanked out the plugs in one swift motion. Jaehyun’s hole expelled every last drop of fluid with all its might. The drugs and pain erased any shame, leaving only the ecstasy of release. He reveled in the sensation of emptying himself.
“Hng, ah, thank, you, haa, aaaang…!”
Jaehyun shouted his programmed gratitude. His gaping hole sprayed clear liquid wildly, splattering everywhere. The fluid from his urethra shot onto his face and chest. The overwhelming pleasure wiped his mind clean. The memory of being filled to the brim, then emptied by his Master’s hand, was burned into his brain—his body now conditioned to find pleasure in being used as a cum dump.
“Aaaang…! Th-thank, hiik… haa, you…!”
Jaehyun kept babbling his thanks, his body twitching as the last drops dribbled out. He was genuinely grateful—his Master had pulled the plugs, giving him that mind-shattering release.
“Hiik, hng, hehe… Thank, hiik, thank you, hng…”
If this was the pleasure he could feel, he wanted to be his Master’s obedient fuckhole. A smile spread across his face. He was happy. Every twitch of his body sent more fluid dripping out.
“Hng, heh… Thank, hiik… you… Haa, hng…”
His repeated thanks made him feel truly grateful. His Master had pulled the plugs, letting him experience that insane pleasure. Jaehyun’s ruined body twitched, his hole gaping open, leaking fluid from his urethra.
“It’s completely gone. How much did you dose him with?”
“Look at that hole—it’s not closing.”
Jaehyun’s hole stayed obscenely wide, as if it would never close. His urethra dripped an unknown liquid. He lay there, broken and laughing weakly, his body utterly ruined.
The Emcee stepped in front of him, blocking the view, and raised his hand.
“Now, let’s conclude the initiation of our new hole. The main show will begin in five minutes, so please stay in your seats!”
The Emcee’s smooth words were followed by a grand velvet curtain descending from the ceiling. The brightly lit stage darkened, and Jaehyun’s figure vanished into the shadows.
“Hurry, hurry!”
Before the curtain even touched the floor, staff rushed onto the darkened stage to prepare for the next act. The empty stage filled with activity as props were arranged and new holes were brought in.
“Hi, ugh, unng…”
Jaehyun, still trembling from the aftershocks, was next in line for the show. The men unbuckled his restraints and lifted him from the chair. He collapsed, too weak to stand. They had no intention of helping him up. One man grabbed his hips and hoisted them toward the ceiling. His limp body moved easily under the rough hands.
His ass in the air, Jaehyun’s pathetic state almost looked comical, but the men remained expressionless, focused only on their task. The man next to Jaehyun undid the pouch at his waist. Inside were rubber balls, each the size of a fist, packed tightly together.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
