The man reached in, pulled out a ball, and shoved it roughly into Jaehyun’s gaping hole.
“Ah, hng, aaah…! Ah, hng—!”
The rough handling mashed Jaehyun’s face into the floor. The hard rubber ball stretched his slack hole, pushing in with a wet squelch.
“Aaaah…! Ah, hiik, ik, haa, aaang!”
One, two—his face ground into the floor, Jaehyun endured the sensation of being stuffed. But the balls kept coming, forced in without mercy. His hole was already full, but the man spread his cheeks and shoved more in.
The balls inside pressed deeper, grinding against each other, forcing their way into his depths. They rubbed against his prostate, sending waves of shameful pleasure through him.
“Haaang…! Ha, haa, aaang!”
Jaehyun screamed, his ass raised high, his face mashed into the floor. The man stuffing him turned to the other man and said coldly,
“Gag him. We can’t have him making noise for the audience.”
A gag was quickly forced into Jaehyun’s mouth. Even his screams were controlled—he was nothing but a flesh slave. He moaned through the gag, and the man slapped his ass hard, as if checking the fit.
“Huuup! Uw, uwup…!”
His white ass jiggled from the impact. The pain made his inner walls clench, and the balls inside him shifted with a wet sound.
“Uw, uuuu…!”
His ass stinging, Jaehyun still moaned lewdly. Pain and pleasure alternated, torturing him. He couldn’t tell if he was screaming in agony or ecstasy. The man smirked, spread his cheeks, and shoved in another ball.
His stuffed hole twitched, as if it might expel everything, but it greedily swallowed each ball, his inner walls clenching around them.
“Look at him gobbling them up like he’s starving. What a slutty bitch.”
The man chuckled crudely. Once all the balls were inside, he stopped.
“Huu, u… uw, uuup…”
Jaehyun panted, his body limp, his cheek pressed to the cold floor, drool leaking from his mouth. His raised ass and glazed, pleasure-drunk eyes made him look like a pathetic animal.
The man grabbed the last plug and rammed it into Jaehyun’s hole.
“Hng, u… uuup, hng… uuup!”
Jaehyun screamed at the sudden insertion. His mouth strained against the gag. The balls, which had almost spilled out, were forced back inside. The final plug was too tight—no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn’t expel it. Frustrated, Jaehyun whimpered.
“Uw, ua, uuup… Hng, uup…!”
The man leaned in and whispered in his ear,
“If you leak even one, you’ll be like this for five days straight. Got it?”
Then he pressed hard on Jaehyun’s belly. The outline of the balls bulged under his skin.
“Huu, uuu, uuup!”
A shudder ran through him. The pressure made the balls grind together inside him, the sensation almost audible. The man’s threat made Jaehyun nod desperately.
His face twisted and slobbered, but he nodded. The man, satisfied, smirked and stood up. Then he grabbed Jaehyun’s legs and neck, lifting him effortlessly.
“Huu, ugh!”
Suspended in the man’s arms, Jaehyun flinched as his belly folded, the pain almost splitting him open. But the man only took a few steps before setting him down again.
“Is he all prepped?”
The man laid Jaehyun on the floor and stood up. The manager rushed over.
“Yeah. Let’s tie him up and get him on stage.”
The manager nodded. Two men approached Jaehyun’s body and fastened the restraints hanging from the ceiling to his arms and legs. The man removed the gag from Jaehyun’s mouth. Drool dripped from his slack jaw.
“Hng, ugh…”
While the man removed the gag, the manager stepped back and pulled a black walkie-talkie from his pocket. He pressed the button and barked orders.
“All three are ready. Start hoisting them up.”
A crackling response came immediately.
— Roger, confirmed.
The manager tucked the walkie-talkie away and crossed his arms, surveying the stage. Three holes lay spaced apart, their drug-fueled bodies writhing, clutching their bellies, panting. The manager watched their obscene display with a serious expression.
Soon, the chains clanked ominously, and the long ropes suspended from the ceiling began to wind. The three bound bodies rose into the air.
“Ugh, aaah!”
“Hng, ugh…”
Their limbs forced apart, the holes screamed and whimpered. Some seemed resigned, their expressions blank, while others still had the strength to struggle, thrashing wildly.
They all shared the same pitiful pose—faces and groins exposed, bellies obscenely swollen, their holes plugged with black stoppers.
“Kkuu, uuung…”
Jaehyun trembled, enduring the sensation of being stuffed. He turned his head slightly and saw the other two in the same state. He tried to imagine what was about to happen, but the drugs fogged his mind, and he could only focus on the feeling in his belly.
“Alright, everyone clear the stage! Hurry!”
The staff quickly vanished from the stage. Only the three holes remained behind the curtain, their muffled moans occasionally slipping out.
The lights in the theater dimmed, then flared back to life as grand music swelled and the curtain rose.
“Thank you for waiting. Now, the special performance you’ve all been waiting for—let’s begin!”
The Emcee’s grand introduction revealed the three holes to the audience. The obscenely prepared trio drew laughter and applause.
“Now, these three heat-crazed holes have been bred full of balls. Can you see?”
The Emcee gestured to the screen, which zoomed in on their swollen bellies. The audience’s crude laughter and comments filled the air.
“Fucking sluts, how much cum did they swallow?”
“If you fuck them now, the balls’ll rub right against your dick, ha!”
“I wanna grab that lively one and just rail him senseless. Goddamn.”
The men’s eyes gleamed as they licked their lips, their gazes ravenous. The Emcee continued,
“Now, these holes are about to lay their eggs. Since they’ve been carrying them so carefully, you’ll all want to watch, won’t you?”
Jaehyun realized what was about to happen. But strangely, he didn’t feel bad about it. The thought of finally expelling the balls filling his belly was a relief, and imagining himself obscenely laying eggs in front of everyone sent a thrill through him. The drug’s effects seemed to rise again, his body heating, his mind melting.
“Now, let’s hear how grateful they are that you’re all watching them lay. Shall we?”
The Emcee walked toward Jaehyun, his face filling the screen.
“Hole Number 1, how do you feel about the Masters watching you lay your eggs?”
The Emcee held the mic to Jaehyun’s mouth. His drugged mind spat out shameless words without hesitation. Grinning, Jaehyun answered honestly,
“Feels good, y-yes, hng… Master, hole, eggs, hng… laying, watching, ugh, thank you… Hng, I’ll lay them hard, hiik!”
His wet face beamed as he spoke. The audience fell silent for a moment, then erupted in crude laughter and catcalls, swallowing hard at the lewd display.
“Ah, ha! What a charming hole. Now, let’s hear from the next one!”
The Emcee, momentarily stunned by Jaehyun’s response, quickly recovered and moved to the next hole.
Unlike the others, the second hole thrashed and screamed.
“Fuck, let me go, let me—! Take this out! You fucking—!”
The tanned, muscular man snarled, his face twisted in rage, shaking his bound hands violently. The handcuffs clanked threateningly, but his resistance only made the audience laugh.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
