The next morning, Nurse Koo woke up sore but buzzing with anticipation, his pussy still tender from the relentless pounding of his first day. At 19, with his lithe body and that hidden, insatiable slit between his legs, he knew he was built for this—born to be a slut, letting anyone who wanted take what they needed from him without a single protest. The hospital's free-use policy was his dream come true; no boundaries, just endless cocks filling him up, using his holes like they owned them.

He arrived early, uniform already feeling too tight against his sensitive skin, the fabric rubbing his swollen folds with every step. The ward was quieter at first, but word had spread overnight about the eager new boy nurse who begged for it. His rounds started in the recovery wing, where Mr. Grayson, a 65-year-old widower with a paunch and rough hands from decades in construction, was dozing after his hip replacement.