Climax Trainer, Mansion X!

*Crack*, *crack*.  The back passage, a mixture of banknotes and cum, was rapidly pounded, the dick pressed against a face seemingly obsessed with it.  From the entrance, the true nature of the guests at this seemingly respectable wedding began to show.  “You slut,” “fucking whore,” they hissed, taking their fill of the Omegas from Mansion X, whom they’d never had the chance to touch before.

“More… ah… hoo… ooph… hee…”

“Ah-ung, hung, good… good, cum… hik… aah…!”

They moaned loudly, their sounds so obscene they made the listeners blush.  Master would surely scold them severely for allowing another man’s dick inside them, but lost in the current pleasure, they were ecstatic, writhing happily and shaking their hips.

“Yeonwoo-nim, I’ll go prepare the food.”

After about an hour of receiving wedding gifts, Yeonwoo moved to begin the actual preparations.  *Huu*, *ek*, *heek*… Yeonwoo’s breath hitched, his tongue lolling out from the veil that choked him.

“Huu, damn. They really went at it.”

The staff waiting in the room clicked their tongues.  Perhaps because many of Yeonwoo’s acquaintances were present, the celebratory touches on the groom were disgustingly persistent.

“Ugh, the smell. Let’s clean him up quickly.”

“Ugh, hu, heok, heoeok…”

The staff removed Yeonwoo’s veil and wiped his cum-soaked body with cloths.  Dizzy from lack of oxygen, Yeonwoo stared blankly at the ceiling, passively accepting their ministrations. Only when they began to gently scrape the banknotes from his back passage did he let out a weak, “Hwit,” a barely audible moan.

“The groom is popular, huh?”

A staff member chuckled, tossing a handful of banknotes at Yeonwoo’s face. Yeonwoo buried his nose in the bills, their scent of alpha cum, and giggled.

“Hu, ihi, hii…”

“Laughing? Damn, you’re out of your mind.”

Even when slapped across the face, the dazed Omega only giggled weakly.  A man, whose arms were thick enough to easily accommodate three fingers in Yeonwoo’s now gaping hole, brought in a syringe the size of his forearm and a plastic basin full of milk. He then proceeded to draw the milk into the syringe, the sheer size of it taking some time to fill.

He intended to fill Yeonwoo until he could barely crawl.  For the magnificent show, a spectacle of a groom showering his back passage like a fountain, swearing his love for Master before everyone.

“Clench your hole. If you leak, you’ll drink it.”

*Juruuk*, milk flowed from the syringe’s thick needle, as thick as the syringe itself. Yeonwoo still didn’t understand what was happening.

“Hu, uh, uu…? Uh, ah, ah-ah, ah…!”

The man plunged the syringe into his rectum, pushing the plunger with all his might, veins bulging in his arm. The warm milk violently slammed against Yeonwoo’s inner walls.  While he’d experienced plenty of cum, Yeonwoo had never had an enema before, and the sensation was completely alien.  He thrashed, “Uah, uah,” in discomfort.

“Stay still.”

*Cheol-sseok!* The man lifted Yeonwoo’s legs and mercilessly slapped his buttocks.  *Aak*… Yeonwoo’s face contorted in pain.  *Jjik!*  His muscles relaxed from the pain, and a white liquid spurted from the opening.

“What the hell are you leaking for!  Aren’t you clenching hard enough? I’ll make you drink whatever you spill before I’m done!”

“Eouh, euh, apa, apa-aaah…”

The man angrily slapped Yeonwoo’s thighs repeatedly.  Crimson handprints blossomed on his pale skin.  Terrified by the man’s harsh tone, Yeonwoo desperately tightened his buttocks.  The enema fluid, which had been slowly seeping out, was now forcefully pushed back inside.

“Huu, uah, ang, aak, aak…”

The slow, relentless filling, pushing, and bloating sensation.  *Shil*, *heuk*, *ah*, *shil-eo*, *shil-eo-eo-eo*… It was his first rebellion in a long time. The white milk filled Yeonwoo from the entrance.  The liquid that followed swelled his inner walls, filling every crevice, and then pushed further and further inside.

“Uuk, uk, uk…!”

When the syringe emptied, the man roughly plugged his rectum and picked up another syringe.  It was a special day, and Yeonwoo had to be filled to the brim with milk. His bladder was pressed, making him desperately need to urinate. The backwash, which had pushed out all the space in his belly, poured in like a waterfall.

“Uk, uak, ak…”

Further inside now. The man continued to inject it into his sigmoid colon.  A place where nothing should enter. The unbearable pain felt like being stabbed with a knife.  His belly began to stretch as it filled.

“Hu, ak, an, an deul-eo-ga, an, deul-eo-ga-aa-aah!”

Clutching his distended belly, which bulged like a frog’s, Yeonwoo screamed.  He gagged.  *Uwaek, uwaek*… The liquid threatened to overflow from his mouth.  When the syringe was withdrawn to refill, *jjiik!*  Only the milk squirting from his anus offered a small release.

“Stop, gma-an, gman-hae-ae… je-baa-aal! Ha-aa-ak!”

He pleaded, raged, and wept.  *Teoj-eo, teoj-eo-eo!* He screamed, tears streaming down his face. He stamped his feet and tore at the sheets. Finally, he stuck out his tongue, gasping, “Heek, keek,” his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Kkeu, hee-e, hee-eek, ek…”

“Good boy. All done.”

Four times in total.  All the milk from the basin had been poured into Yeonwoo.  Yeonwoo’s face was as pale as the milk that filled his body.

“Now then, groom, congratulations on your marriage.”

A stopper was now in the man’s hand.  A pretty, pale pink stopper, large enough to securely seal Yeonwoo’s slightly gaping rear.  The soft stopper, about the size of a man’s large fist, was *ssuuk* sucked into Yeonwoo’s rectum.

“Ah, heoeuk, ek…”

Yeonwoo, whose mind was lost in the distended belly that made him feel pregnant, didn’t react much to the stopper that nearly tore his hole.

“Wow. He’s completely loosened up. Perfect for fucking.”

The man licked his lips.  A top-grade Omega’s hole.  Cum, dripping with lustful pheromones.  He rubbed the damp perineum with his palm, and Yeonwoo gasped, “Heoek,” his buttocks clenching, his body trembling.

“Groom, if Master’s dick isn’t enough, come back secretly.”

*Kuk-kuk*. The man licked the cum from his hand and laughed. Yeonwoo, seemingly oblivious, stared blankly ahead.

Once the work was done, they began to prepare him.  A lace choker was fastened around Yeonwoo’s long, white neck.  A long veil, made of luxurious fabric, was attached to the stopper in his rectum.

“Ugh, huk, huk!”

Yeonwoo flinched at the slightest touch to his belly.  He only wanted to cum.  He felt like he would die if he couldn’t.

“Juk, heok, juk, eul, heek…”

He begged anyone to save him, but the staff ignored his suffering, continuing their work.  Fortunately or unfortunately, they removed the piercing from Yeonwoo’s glans and the long, bumpy rod that had been blocking his urethra.  As if a knife had been pulled out, Yeonwoo cried out in pain, twisting his hips.

“Uak, aak, ak…”

His body was tense, desperate to cum.  His toes curled, and a stream of urine flowed freely from his urethra.  His bladder, pressed down by the milk, contracted powerfully.

“Hu, ak, ak…!”

The agony overwhelmed the shame.  Yeonwoo raised his buttocks high and sprayed, *ssuaa, ssuaa-aa*, a powerful stream of urine.  The yellow liquid spurted upwards, flowing down his belly.

“Hey, hey! Film the urine fountain, film it!”

The staff chuckled, pulling out their phones.  They even tiptoed to get a better shot of Yeonwoo, whose lower body was raised high, the dirty water splashing his body.  The scene was captured perfectly.  Someone playfully slapped Yeonwoo’s dick hard.

“Uak, uaaak! Aa-aah!”

His high-pitched scream, his voice cracking, was hard to tell whether it was a cry of joy at the imperfect release or a cry of pain.

*Tuuk, tuk*… The stream of urine gradually subsided, but Yeonwoo’s belly remained round.

“Huu, heok, hu, eu, eu…”

Yeonwoo slumped, his eyes wide open.  He smelled the foul odor mixed with his own pheromones.  *Ttiring*.  The sound of recording ending echoed around the room.  The staff, who had enjoyed the spectacle, roughly wiped Yeonwoo down.

“Whoa, man.  Amazing.”

“Stop wiping and get him down.  It’s time for the ceremony.”

It was time for the wedding.  After roughly wiping Yeonwoo, who couldn’t move a finger, they lifted him from the bed and laid him face down on the cold floor.

“Huu, e…”

Yeonwoo curled up like a grub when his belly touched the floor.  He seemed unable to move.

“Groom. You need to move. We’re going to the ceremony now.”

But there were countless ways to lead Yeonwoo to the aisle.  Someone grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, then shoved a finger into his mouth.

“Ugh, hek…!”

*Kkul-kkeok*.  An Omega heat accelerator.  A cute pink pill was placed in his mouth for Yeonwoo, who was in heat without an alpha.  A drug that took immediate effect on Omegas in heat.

“Heuk, euhuu, euu…”

Yeonwoo sobbed sadly.  His body was heating up again.  He couldn’t handle it.  He wanted to rest.  Clear liquid dripped from his dick.  Tears streamed down his flushed face.

Yeonwoo was now nothing but a beast driven by instinct.  Several pairs of eyes were on him, but his hand reached for his dick.  Lying on the floor, he violently grabbed and shook it.  *Bujok-hae, bujok-hae-ae*.  His hand moved further back.  *Hek-hek*.  His breath grew short, his mind a blur.

“Not allowed. Not there.”

His trembling wrist was seized.  *Huu-eu-ang*… Yeonwoo cried like a child.  Like a child unable to speak, he expressed his injustice with his whole body, his face contorted in agony.

“Anyway, a beating is the best medicine for an Omega obsessed with sex.”

The man smirked and wrapped a thin leather strap tightly around Yeonwoo’s dick and balls.  The strap slipped several times on the slick skin, but each time, he tightened the knot even more.

“Eu, eu-ung, euu-ung!”

Thinking he was about to receive a handjob, Yeonwoo slightly widened his eyes, oblivious to his dick being bound.  But the man finished his task and stood up.  Yeonwoo, feeling a strange sensation, wiggled his hips and stared blankly at the man.

“Huu, at…”

The man took the lead.  Holding the leather strap tied around Yeonwoo’s dick, he strode forward.  The leather strap tightened, painfully pulling on his dick.

“Uak, aak…”

Yeonwoo fell over from the sudden pull.  He fumbled for his dick, desperate to loosen the painfully tight strap.

“Don’t be tricky. Crawl!”

To make matters worse, someone from behind struck Yeonwoo’s buttocks with a thin, long whip, *cheol-sseok!*

“Aa-aa-ak!”

Yeonwoo fell face down, his buttocks raised high.  He rubbed his burning buttocks, tears welling up in pain, but the staff, experts at tormenting grooms, remained unmoved by his pitiful state.

“Crawl, quickly. Let’s go.”

*Chal-ssak, chal-ssak!*  As if Yeonwoo were a horse, they lightly whipped his buttocks.  Yeonwoo, “Uak, heoung,” began to crawl.  The world swam before his eyes, but the strap pulling tightly on his dick guided him.

“Euhak, hu, ak, ak…”

He crawled, his voice choked with sobs.  It was a pathetic sight.  The veil attached to his buttocks trailed behind him.  Yeonwoo, his tongue lolling out, panted and dragged himself along.  Each stumble or fall brought harsher blows from the whip.  Long, thin welts criss crossed his pale buttocks.

*Cheol-sseok!*

“Get up! You slut, you’re so lazy.”

“Eok, heok, eok!”