Climax Trainer, Mansion X!

Puk, puk, his body was pushed again and again.  It was a forceful insertion that drove deep, all the way to his navel.  His anus clenched incredibly tightly as the dick withdrew, then readily opened to welcome the hot, alpha-scented dick back inside.

What drove Yeonwoo mad wasn’t just Ju-an’s dick.  Zen, an omega from the Mansion specially selected for bride training, was sucking Yeonwoo’s dick, his urethra painfully blocked, all the way down his throat, slurping and sucking it as if it were delicious.

“Master… Master!  Ugh, ah, please, hik, hik…”

When Yeonwoo begged, Ju-an signaled to Zen, and Zen, who had been expertly licking the dick back and forth, removed the piercings and plugs.  Zen’s mouth was already smeared with Yeonwoo’s cum.  It shouldn’t have been pleasurable, omega cum and all, but she lapped it up as if any cum was inherently good, excitedly swallowing it down.  She continued to finger her already hugely dilated asshole, which could easily fit a fist, completely engrossed in anal masturbation while she devoured another’s cum.

“That, hik, hik, cum, ah, ah…”

Only a thin trickle of fluid now oozed from Yeonwoo’s dick. He had cummed until his testicles were completely empty.

“How are you going to receive Master’s love if you can’t cum like that, huh?”

With a choked gasp, Ju-an, who had been frantically thrusting, leaned over Yeonwoo, gripping his dick. He stretched the cute, pink dick, glistening with clear fluid, from root to glans, pulling it taut.  A choked gasp escaped Yeonwoo’s lips, but the stimulation didn’t stop. Ju-an cupped his hand around the base of Yeonwoo’s glans and rubbed it forcefully.

“Ugh, hik, hik, stop, haa, aaaah, aaaaah…”

A scream never fully formed. Yeonwoo’s eyes rolled back in his head as he thrashed about, screaming as if he were going mad.

“Mad, h, hik, ah, ah, ah, haak, aaaaak…”

His fingernails dug into the leather seat, leaving scratches. A thick jet of clear fluid spurted from Yeonwoo’s urethra, splashing onto Zen’s face below.  Hot, fishy-smelling fluid.

The agonizing, no, ecstatic sensation tore through Yeonwoo, shattering him.  Hgaak, khak… He howled like a rutting animal, eyes rolled back, reaching his peak. His eyes narrowed into crescents as he endured the pleasure.

“Good? You, little bitch. You’re going to cut off Master’s dick, huh?”

A sharp slap to his already bruised buttocks sent another wave of pleasure exploding through him. He squeezed the now-unidentifiable shaft, crying out, “Haaang!” His lower body felt numb, his head buzzing like a firework display.

“Good, haa, hihik, hhuu, hhuu…”

Jjulkkuk, jjuk, jjuk, good, good… The training to make Yeonwoo into an omega for Mansion X continued. Countless men visited the training room. When one alpha was finished fucking Yeonwoo until his asshole was a creamy mess overflowing with cum, another would take over.

“Ugh, shit. It smells like cum, sister-in-law.”

An unknown alpha spat on Yeonwoo’s back, grabbed his buttocks, and kneaded them roughly.

“H, eup, euup, up…”

Thud, thud, Yeonwoo’s body shook uncontrollably.  The slapping and kneading of his buttocks were usually a sign that orgasm was approaching. Yeonwoo tightened his anus.  Perhaps from the relentless fucking that burned his asshole, he could only weakly writhe, but he tried to grind and rub his flesh against the dick, just a little more, a little more.

“Uuu, ung, uuu!”

“Huu, cumming, shit, shibaal…”

Hot liquid poured in, filling him and pushing the existing contents deeper inside.  Yeonwoo received another load of white, male-scented cum.  He threw his head back and trembled violently.

“Ung, uu, hik, hik…”

Ju-an approached and stopped the silicone dildo piston machine that had been going back and forth in Yeonwoo’s mouth.  Despite the several orgasmic fits, there were no bite marks thanks to the mouthpiece.

“Excellent. Huh?”

He stroked Yeonwoo’s face, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Then, as if something had annoyed him, the force of his hand slapping Yeonwoo’s cheeks increased.

“H, uu, eung, uh…”

Yeonwoo slowly raised his heavy eyelids, mumbling with half-closed eyes.

“Cum, ple, ase, hu, ba, nim, cum, ple…”

Cum?  Yeonwoo no longer had piercings. His bladder and testicles were empty, unable to produce a single drop of cum, only experiencing a dry orgasm.

“Wow, Master Ada is now even doing dry orgasms.”

Praise flowed from the men whose mouths had been fucking Yeonwoo’s asshole as his body spasmed with the faintest signs of orgasm.  Yeonwoo’s eyes were clouded, a product of appropriate pain and pleasure, yet his gaze remained intensely fixed on the monitor. He now knew who to beg.

No matter how much he begged the men, they wouldn’t grant him release. He had to look directly at the handsome man on the screen, the man on the screen with whom he couldn’t even communicate, and beg humbly to escape the pleasure hell that was turning his brain to mush.

“Mas, ter, h, nim… huu, hik, huik…”

Yeonwoo stared relentlessly at the Master on the monitor until he passed out. Blindly.  With his final loss of consciousness, a weak stream of urine trickled from his urethra.

“Eung, hee, heeee…”

It was proof of his utter degradation.  He had urinated his most foul bodily fluid onto another’s body in front of everyone. His resigned body shamelessly displayed its humiliation. Yellow urine streamed down Zen’s body and face.

“Ai, gross, can’t even control your piss, you dog?”

He was slapped on the buttocks again, but he didn’t open his eyes. Yeonwoo stretched his throat and pressed his tongue to the bottom of his mouth to catch his breath.  It was the perfect position for a blowjob. A silicone dick, no, a real man’s dick, was pushed into his unconscious mouth.  Jueup, jueup, they mocked and violated Yeonwoo’s mouth, unable to distinguish between silicone and flesh.

They would repeat the act of making him take men from the front and back, again and again, to create a perfect bride, as always.