- Modification
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Jaehyun struggled to gather his hazy thoughts. Exhausted from being passed around and used by the men, he lay motionless, unable to open his eyes for what felt like an eternity. But the relentless hum of machinery and the searing pain in his abdomen forced him to twitch his head and groan.
“Hngh… Hh…!”
The machine’s noise paused briefly at Jaehyun’s whimper. Soon, the President’s voice and that of an unfamiliar man reached his ears.
“…Should we continue?”
“Yes. Go ahead.”
The President replied calmly. A moment later, Jaehyun felt the prick of a needle piercing his skin, followed by the machine’s whir and an excruciating pain that tore through him.
“HAAAAAK! Ugh, Hh— Nnngh…!”
Jaehyun’s eyes flew open, and he tried to sit up, but his body was strapped down, rendering him helpless. His limbs were bound tighter than usual, not even allowing the slightest movement.
“Nngh… Ah, Nn…”
Blinking rapidly to clear his blurred vision, Jaehyun stared at his abdomen, the source of the agony. To his horror, a tattoo machine was pressed against his skin. His eyes widened in terror, and he screamed, “N-No! S-Stop! Hh— P-Please, nooo!”
But the masked man ignored his pleas, continuing his work. Despair washed over Jaehyun as he realized half of the tattoo was already complete. The President watched as the man methodically punctured Jaehyun’s flesh with a sharp needle, filling the holes with ink. Like an artist painting a canvas, the man’s hands moved smoothly, covering Jaehyun’s skin with black letters.
The searing pain made Jaehyun scream as if he were being tortured, his eyes wide and unfocused, his mouth and eyes leaking fluids uncontrollably. “AAAAH! Hh— Ah, P-Please… Hh— Hiiiiik!”
The room echoed with the sound of the machine and Jaehyun’s screams. Eventually, the man finished his work, cleaning up the equipment and stepping back. The pain stopped, but Jaehyun, who had been screaming and tensing his body in agony, now lay limp, panting weakly. His tear-blurred eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
“Heuk… Hh… Nn… Hu, Hngh…”
The President approached Jaehyun’s side, his footsteps heavy. Jaehyun looked up at him with unfocused eyes. The President gently brushed Jaehyun’s sweat-soaked forehead with his right hand, transferring the heat of his skin.
“…Aren’t you curious what tattoo you got?”
“Hh…”
“It’s a design specially made by the gentlemen who enjoyed your holes yesterday.”
Jaehyun blinked, not understanding, as he watched the President move toward the wall. The President took down a large mirror and held it over Jaehyun’s body. The bluish mirror reflected Jaehyun’s form clearly.
Jaehyun gasped, his pupils trembling as he took in the sight. His mouth hung open, trembling, his throat heaving uncontrollably.
“‘Rag Hole’… ‘Cum Dump’… ‘Public Toilet’… ‘Fuck Me Please♡’… ‘Sperm Hole’… ‘Heat-Crazed Bitch’…”
The words, written in different handwritings and angles, were scrawled across his body like graffiti. The vulgar, obscene phrases left by the men who had used him like a rag doll yesterday were now permanently inked onto his skin. The black letters stood out starkly against his pale flesh, as if they were part of him.
“Hh… Hh…”
Jaehyun realized he could never return to a normal life. Instinctively, he understood that he would forever be a hole, a public toilet, used by anyone. His reflection in the mirror was more obscene than a bitch in heat, more wretched than a homeless man on the street.
“From now on, you’ll live your whole life as a happy flesh slave, taking cock. No family, no society will save you. You’ll only find happiness when you’re being fucked, and if you go a day without being used, you’ll lose your mind.”
“Ah… Hh… A…”
The President whispered into Jaehyun’s ear, as if predicting the future, even though Jaehyun was too far gone to respond.
“Your hole is already itching, isn’t it? It says ‘Heat-Crazed Bitch’ right here—begging to be fucked. Doesn’t it ache? Don’t you want to be filled with cum until you go crazy?”
The President traced the tattoo with his fingers, as if he knew Jaehyun’s body better than Jaehyun himself. His words made Jaehyun’s asshole tingle, as if something was missing. His mind went blank, his cock already leaking pre-cum, as if he were truly in heat.
“Hah… Nngh…”
Jaehyun’s trembling stopped as he accepted his new reality. He was a hole, a cum dump—only happiness came from being filled. His past life felt like a lie. Being a flesh slave was his true purpose.
Jaehyun fully embraced his life as a hole. The vulgar tattoos no longer felt dirty to him. The obscene words even seemed beautiful. His face, smeared with fluids from his eyes, nose, and mouth, twisted into a blissful smile. He shouted at the President, his voice filled with joy.
“Now… I’m your hole, Master! A cum-loving flesh slave!”
Jaehyun, bound and erect, dripped clear fluid from his cock, his body flushed red and covered in black ink. His filthy, grinning face, tongue lolling, made the President smirk as he stroked his chin.
The President nodded to the silent man beside him. The man who had tattooed Jaehyun’s body approached again, this time carrying a different bag. He set it down, unlocked it, and opened it wide. Inside were all kinds of piercings—from ordinary ones sold in shops to strange, unidentifiable shapes.
The man first wiped Jaehyun’s body with alcohol. His swollen, excited nipples, his abdomen covered in vulgar words, his erect penis, and his hole, abused for a week, were all cleaned meticulously. The touch of the cloth made Jaehyun’s muscles twitch and his body squirm.
“Hngh… Hik! Huit…!”
Even though the touch was clinical, Jaehyun absorbed every sensation obscenely.
After cleaning, the man picked up a piercing with a longer bar than usual. A small bell dangled from the end, jingling softly as he moved it. He measured the length carefully before gripping Jaehyun’s nipple and piercing it in one swift motion.
“Hwaaaang! Hihit… Hahng…”
Jaehyun shuddered, a mix of pain and pleasure escaping his lips. It should have hurt, but the sound he made was pure ecstasy.
The man repeated the process on the other nipple. The soft, swollen flesh was penetrated by cold, hard metal.
“Nngh! Hwa… Hik!”
Shockingly, Jaehyun came as the second piercing went in, his cock spurting white fluid. The President shook his head in disbelief.
“I’ve seen many rags, but never one as heat-crazed as you. You’ve found your true calling. Ha!”
Jaehyun, seemingly deaf to the words, threw his head back, trembling uncontrollably. His body, which turned even pain into pleasure, was beyond explanation—it was as if he were born for this.
The bells on his nipples jingled with every tremor, like the collar of a dog or cow. The man continued, picking up a silver belly button piercing. Though ordinary in appearance, the piercing, combined with the vulgar words, only emphasized Jaehyun’s depravity.
“Huu… Hik, Hh…!”
Jaehyun tensed, anticipating the next piercing. The man then took out several piercings with semi-spherical attachments. He undid the restraints on Jaehyun’s legs, lifting them to expose his hole fully.
The sudden movement was stimulation enough—Jaehyun bit his lip, looking down as his legs were spread. The man positioned himself between Jaehyun’s raised legs, wiping his hole with gauze before teasing it with a finger.
“Huhit! He, Hh… Good, Ah… Hh…”
Jaehyun’s legs trembled. The man, satisfied with the cleanliness, pierced the entrance of Jaehyun’s hole.
“Nngh! Ha, Aang!”
Jaehyun thrashed his legs. The piercing settled into place at the rim of his hole. The President stepped forward, holding Jaehyun’s legs steady as the man continued piercing around the hole—around the perineum, the rim, even inside. The piercings, bulging like embedded beads, were clearly designed to stimulate the cocks of the men who would use him.
“Hwaa… Hh… Hah…”
Jaehyun’s oversensitive body, unable to handle the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, leaked clear fluid from his cock.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
