His fading rationality tried to clench his hole, to stop the balls, but his exhausted, gaping hole only twitched weakly.
“Kkuuu… hng, ugh…! Hi, uuup…”
A pitiful whimper escaped him. Not an ounce of strength remained in his body. His slack mouth drooled like an idiot’s, and his exhausted cock oozed clear fluid. The man who had once been so defiant finally accepted that no one would listen to him, no matter how much he screamed or resisted. Rational thought was impossible—the pain was too much to bear.
The once-resistant man now stared blankly into space, his face smeared with saliva and resignation.
“Now, all three holes have finished laying their eggs. Did you all enjoy the show?”
With Hole Number 2 being the last, the balls had all been expelled from the holes. The stage was littered with rubber balls, a grotesque sight. The Emcee’s voice rang out, amused.
“Hole Number 3 finished first, followed by Number 1, and lastly, Number 2! Looks like some need to try harder!”
The Emcee feigned disappointment. Depending on which hole they had bet on, the audience either cursed or cheered.
“Tsk, tsk. Holes 1 and 2 have greatly disappointed their Masters. Shouldn’t they be punished for that?”
The relentless curses from the audience—who had lost significant sums—filled the air. The Emcee, unfazed, smiled and continued.
“Then, let’s invite the five Masters who placed the highest bets on Holes 1 and 2 onto the stage!”
Loud music and dazzling lights filled the venue. Men rose from the audience and walked onto the stage. Some were casually dressed, others in suits, but all wore elaborate masks to conceal their faces.
“Please stand next to the slave you bet on. Yes, perfect.”
The Emcee gestured politely, then explained the rules.
“You have 10 minutes to punish them using any of the tools provided. As always, there are no restrictions—enjoy yourselves to the fullest.”
“Hng… ah, hng…”
Hole Number 2, realizing this wasn’t the end, let out a weak sob. He had no strength left to beg to be taken out of here—he felt like he was dying. The tools laid out before him glinted ominously.
“Then, let’s begin!”
As the Emcee spoke, a 10-minute timer appeared on the screen. The men approached the holes that had disappointed them, each grabbing a tool of their choice.
“You fucking bitch, acting all innocent when you’re just a cum dump? Where’s the pretense now?”
A man in a sharp suit lashed Hole Number 2’s chest with a leather whip. The long whip cut through the air with a sharp crack, leaving a red line across his chest.
“Hng, ah, aaah…! It hurts, it hurts!”
The burning pain made the hole tug at his restraints, sniveling. But his pitiful state only seemed to excite the men further, and they grew more brutal.
“Ah, ah, hng…! Haa, no, hiik!”
They twisted his nipples, roughly fingered his hole, stretching and probing it. The pain wasn’t overwhelming, but the persistent stimulation began to arouse him.
“What the fuck? You’re getting hard while your Master’s punishing you?”
“N-no, hng, no, I’m not—kkuu, ugh… hng…”
He tried to deny it, but he couldn’t help it. The men laughed cruelly as he whimpered, tears streaming down his face, unable to believe he was getting hard in front of them.
“This fucking bitch needs a real lesson.”
“Uwp, haa, aueet…!”
One man dropped his pants and lunged at the hole. His angry cock rubbed against the hole’s tear-streaked face. The hole squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head, but bound as he was, he couldn’t escape. The men watching pulled out their own red, veiny cocks and approached. The hole’s face paled with terror.
“Haa, hng… ah, ugh…”
The man grabbed his thighs and slowly rubbed his cockhead against the hole’s entrance. Startled, the hole tried to twist away, but his bound limbs only allowed him to squirm weakly. Before he could even see what was happening, his body confirmed it.
“Wh-what the—hey! No, hng… aaa, aaaah!”
In one thrust, the cock buried itself deep inside him. There was no room left, but the man’s massive dick forced its way in, shoving the balls inside even deeper. The hole gasped for air.
“Kk, aaaah! Aah… I’m dying, hng, aaaah…! I’m dying, haa, it hurts, ah, haaaak…!”
“Haa, fuck, ugh, ng…”
The balls inside him churned. The rubber orbs ground against his prostate, his inner walls, the sensation overwhelming. He felt like he was dying, but the man kept fucking him, his body shaking violently, his mind blank.
“Hng, aaaah, ah, hng, hng, ugh…!”
Finally, the man couldn’t hold back. He sobbed, his last shred of pride gone. He was nothing now but a pathetic hole, crying as he took the cock, his body shaking.
“I’ll pull out, so cum, hng… you got it?”
“Haa, hng, ugh, haa…”
The man didn’t even answer, just hung limply.
“Hng, answer me. Haa, you got it?”
The trainer pressed on his belly, feeling the flesh ripple with each thrust.
“Hng, ua, I got—! Hng, aaang!”
It wasn’t the answer he wanted, but the trainer decided to pull out—he needed to see this hole lay its eggs.
“Haa, ah, ha, hiik… huuaa…!”
“Haa, ng…”
The trainer fucked him harder, then pulled out in one motion. The man’s hole, stretched to the trainer’s size, couldn’t close, and the balls spilled out uncontrollably.
“Hng, ah, aaaah…! Ah, haaaak!”
As the massive cock left his hole, the rubber balls rushed out. The man howled like an animal in labor, his body wracked with shame and pain.
He couldn’t believe he was defecating in front of everyone. He could almost hear the men’s mocking laughter.
“Hng, ugh, ng, haa, ng!”
His fading rationality tried to clench his hole, to stop the balls, but his exhausted, gaping hole only twitched weakly.
“Kkuuu… hng, ugh…! Hi, uuup…”
***
Meanwhile, Jaehyun, next to Hole Number 2, was already eagerly shaking his hole, eagerly sucking the men’s cocks.
“Haa, uw, uuung, ah, there, hng, uuung…!”
He shook his ass to take the Masters’ cocks deeper, chasing pleasure. He was now accustomed to sex with multiple men, skillfully sucking cocks with his mouth and stroking them with both hands.
The men watched Jaehyun’s frantic movements with greedy eyes. One man, whose cock Jaehyun was eagerly sucking, grabbed his hair and lifted his head.
“Haa, you’ve grown up well, ugh, our hole… Fuu… does it taste good? Hng!”
“Tastes, uw, tastes good, aaang! Ah, feels good, I, haa, good, ah, hng, aaang…!”
Even as he spoke, the men didn’t stop thrusting, pounding his prostate with a thud. The sharp sensation drove Jaehyun wild, his mind melting with pleasure.
Being surrounded by men, taking their cocks, made him happy. His brain emptied, filled only with the ecstasy his Masters gave him—it was maddeningly good.
“Hng, ah, aaang, feels good, hiik, hole, haa, feels so good, haaang…!”
The man behind Jaehyun, thrusting like a bull, pulled him close and shot his load deep inside.
“Hng… shit, feels good, ugh!”
“Fuu, unng…!”
Jaehyun kept moving his hips, unaware the man had already cum. He ground his inner walls against the cock, chasing his own pleasure. He could feel their astonished gazes, but he didn’t care.
“Haa, now I wanna cum, so let’s make the hole cum with me.”
“Didn’t you see him cum earlier? Ugh, his dick and bladder are probably empty.”
As the man said, Jaehyun’s cock, forced to expel all its fluids, couldn’t produce anything more. His overstimulated urethra was numb, devoid of sensation.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
