Lend Me Your House
She used a different onahole for each of the five times he came, forcing another orgasm every time she switched.
After five consecutive climaxes, his cock burned hot and refused to produce another drop of semen.
She slid the sixth onahole onto him and pumped it for a long while, but when nothing came out she tilted her head and yanked it off.
“Doc, can’t you cum anymore?”
“Hic… I can’t… Please let me go… It hurts…”
His shaft and glans had been scraped raw by every texture and ridge inside the toys, leaving him swollen and flushed.
“Really can’t cum again?”
“I swear I can’t… I’m done…”
He had no answer for what came next. Somehow he knew she wasn’t finished.
Exactly as he feared, she strapped the strap-on around her waist, coated the thick dildo with generous lube, and used the applicator to push far more than the recommended amount deep inside his ass.
She brought the glistening toy right up to his face and tugged the collar so he had no choice but to look.
Up close it looked even bigger.
“You’re an anal surgeon, so you should know all about this, right? I’ll teach you something special.”
“Something that big won’t fit!”
“Bigger than that little cock of yours, sure, but it’ll go in just fine.”
She lifted his legs without warning and slowly forced the slick dildo into his hole.
The cold plastic stretched his thin anal skin to its limit as it pushed inside.
With his wrists cuffed and the thick leather collar around his neck, he couldn’t move an inch.
Oh Ha-na drove the strap-on in without mercy, rocking her hips in steady, merciless thrusts.
“Hnn, ugh, hah, mmph, kuh…!”
He swallowed his screams as the tearing pain hit. The rigid foreign object felt like a real cock, carving deep and stirring his insides with every stroke.
His narrow passage was forced open again and again.
He tried to clench and push it out, but the effort only made the toy feel more intrusive.
“Jun-young, I can feel your hole squeezing my cock so tight.”
“Haah! Don’t say that!”
The girth of the toy was beyond anything he had imagined. His inner walls felt like they were shattering.
Oh Ha-na smiled as though she could actually feel the pleasure of a real cock, steadily driving the dildo deeper into the depths of his ass.
Pain, unwanted pleasure, despair, and humiliation crashed over him all at once. His mind flickered like a dying flame while his insides burned.
She pushed the toy all the way to the hilt with the last of her strength.
“Aah, ah, ahh, it hurts…!”
“It’ll feel good soon. Just hold on.”
“Ugh… haaah! Stop… hng?!”
While the overwhelming sensations stole his breath, she slipped another onahole over his now-hard cock and began stroking it in time with her thrusts.
His shaft plunged into the soft, textured sleeve while his stretched hole clenched around the thick dildo moving inside him. It felt as if he were fucking an onahole and being fucked by one at the same time.
He was no different from the toy wrapped around his cock.
The dual stimulation was too much. Even after five orgasms, a sixth climax rushed up on him.
Oh Ha-na’s bangs clung to her sweat-damp forehead as she worked both toys, breathing hard.
She leaned in close, yanked the collar, and pressed her lips to his.
Their tongues tangled, saliva mixing.
“Mmph… hnn…!”
The forced kiss pushed him over the edge. He came hard.
She noticed immediately, pulling the strap-on free and removing the onahole.
“Haa… hah…”
She released the kiss and lowered his legs.
He hadn’t known six consecutive orgasms were possible, but his body had proved it.
It was finally over.
She left him on the bed, took the strap-on to the bathroom to clean it, washed her hands, then returned with a large vibrating dildo and a fresh bottle of lube.
Smiling sweetly at his panicked expression, she began coating the toy.
“Now for the seventh. You can do it, right?”
“No!!”
His body felt wrong from the moment he woke up.
His ass throbbed with a heavy, burning heat that pulsed with every step. A dull ache radiated from deep inside whenever he moved.
His cock was swollen and tender, his hole hypersensitive to even the slightest friction.
Damn it…
He instinctively walked with a slight forward bend at the waist, but that only made him look more suspicious. He forced himself to straighten up and match a normal stride, yet his gait still felt stiff and unnatural.
Nurses glanced at him as he passed the station. Some probably thought he was just tired; others might assume he had a bad back. He only hoped no one paid too much attention.
“Doctor, are you feeling unwell?”
He flinched at the question, quickly composed his face, and cleared his throat.
“Ah, just a little tired.”
He tried to brush it off and keep walking, but his awkward movements betrayed him.
When he finally sat down in the exam room, the moment his ass touched the chair a sharp jolt shot through him.
He bit back a hiss and shifted, pretending to settle naturally.
“Your first patient will be here soon, Doctor.”
The nurse’s voice came from the doorway. He kept his expression calm while the persistent heat and throbbing continued, knowing it would last through every consultation.
Between patients he slumped in his chair and let out a long sigh.
“Haa…”
Everything hurt, especially his lower body. The dull, heavy ache flared with the smallest movement.
By the time morning clinic ended he was exhausted from hiding the pain every time he sat down.
He wasn’t sure he could survive the afternoon like this.
‘Shit… how long is this going to hurt?’
Just then the door burst open.
“Jun-young~”
Oh Ha-na stepped inside with a bright smile.
“What are you doing here?”
“Stand up, Doc.”
He frowned. “Why?”
She closed the door and locked it without explanation.
“Hey, what are you—”
“Just stay still.”
She walked over, pulled a jar of Vaseline from her uniform pocket, and unscrewed the lid.
He realized her intention and backed away. “Wait, what are you—”
“Hold still. I’ll put some on for you.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Stay still.”
She grabbed his waist with one hand while the other dipped into the Vaseline. Her grip was surprisingly strong.
“I can do it myself.”
“You’ll miss spots. Pants down.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Want me to take them off for you?”
He sighed in defeat and leaned against the wall. “Just… hurry up.”
“Good boy. This won’t take long if you cooperate.”
She scooped out a generous amount and began spreading the cool, slick ointment over his cock and sore hole with practiced fingers.
“There, all done! Feeling better?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “Let’s go eat.”
She grabbed his arm and started pulling him toward the cafeteria.
He had no choice but to follow.
After lunch they left the hospital. Oh Ha-na had ordered him to take the afternoon off, and she had done the same. She still hadn’t explained why.
He followed her into a shopping complex and up to the third floor, where a waxing salon stood before them.
“…You’re kidding.”
A bad feeling crept over him, but she opened the door without hesitation.
“Hello~ We have a couple’s Brazilian waxing appointment today.”
“Ah, welcome! Thank you for coming again. You brought your boyfriend this time? You two look adorable together~”
His mind went blank.
Brazilian waxing?
He didn’t fully understand until the staff explained it meant removing every bit of hair around the genitals and anus. The blood drained from his face.
Behind a curtained partition, two beds waited. After a quick rinse in the small bathroom, they both lay down with their lower bodies exposed.