Climax Trainer, Mansion X!

Yeonwoo swallowed hard, his mouth clamped shut.  His throat, raw and parched from screaming, ached with a burning dryness.

“W-wa… wa-water… ugh…”

“Ah, you want water?”

His throat felt like it was on fire. He mumbled a request for water to a nearby employee. The employee, who had been grinning the whole time, nodded and pulled out a small, 300mL water bottle he always carried, unscrewing the cap. Then, he shoved the bottle opening directly into Yeonwoo’s mouth.

“Ugh… glug… glug… gulp… gulp…”

With the water gushing into his mouth while he was lying down, Yeonwoo thrashed like a drowning man, desperately gulping it down. But even this was familiar. To properly swallow the water, Yeonwoo always had to drink an excessive amount.  And so, every time Yeonwoo drank water, he felt the full weight of his circumstances.  He couldn’t even eat or drink as he pleased—just Master’s omega.

However, there was a time when Yeonwoo could eat and drink as much as he wanted. A time when he walked on two legs like a human, not an animal, and relieved himself whenever he needed to.  It truly existed.

*

Yeonwoo wasn’t in a good mood when he first set foot in Mansion X. He had to attend a party hosted by ‘Mansion’—ostensibly to celebrate his exceeding expectations—in place of his father, the representative of a collaborating company.

“…Seriously, this is so random.”

Yeonwoo muttered, standing before Mansion X, which was designed in the style of medieval Europe. Random. That perfectly captured Yeonwoo’s feelings.  They never bothered him with company matters, and yet… it was a difficult request from his father, one he couldn’t refuse. This was his first time ever attending such a party.

Yeonwoo watched his valet-parked car drive away and adjusted his attire. He brushed off his form-fitting black suit and straightened his slightly askew navy tie.

“Did I arrive too late?”

He slowly walked down the red carpet, which clearly indicated the entrance, when a sudden chill ran down his neck. The dazzling spotlights shining from below and the softly playing jazz music were enchanting, but the lack of people was surprising, considering a party was supposedly in full swing.

Yeonwoo quickened his pace. Fortunately, some Mansion employees were still there to greet him. As he stood before the enormous, imposing door, two employees opened the massive, ornate entrance for him.

“Thank you.”

After a curt nod, Yeonwoo stepped inside.

-Beep. Entry confirmed. Gate closing.

Yeonwoo turned his head, hearing the static-filled crackle of a radio. And then, BANG!  The door, which had been so difficult to open, slammed shut before Yeonwoo, who had awkwardly turned around.

“…What the hell was that?”

Only then did a real sense of fear begin to creep over Yeonwoo. The lit hallway was empty, and the closed door wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard he pushed.  A vast space filled with silence. Yeonwoo frantically scanned his surroundings.

Looking up at the ceiling, he saw… cameras, slightly larger than CCTV cameras, plastered all over the ceiling, pointed directly at him.

“…Hello!”

Yeonwoo felt a strong conviction that someone was watching him. After considerable hesitation, he waved at the cameras and shouted, overcoming his embarrassment.

“Hello!  Is anyone…!”

Thwack!

“Ouch! What the—!”

Suddenly, a sharp object pierced his back as he was jumping in place, staring at the cameras. Yeonwoo reached behind him and pulled out the object embedded in his back. It was a short, red dart, the kind used to tranquilize animals.

“What the f*ck! What are you doing?! What is this?! Hey!”

Yeonwoo, his anger reaching its peak, threw the dart away and stomped on it repeatedly. He felt like a monkey trapped in a zoo. Even if the owner of this place was the boss, they had no right to treat him like this.

“Get out! Get out, you… ugh…”

His vision swam. His stumbling feet, dragging along the floor, tangled.

“Ugh… ugh… to me… to me…”

What are you doing? What are you…  Yeonwoo fell to the floor, clutching his forehead. He couldn’t collapse here. Why are you…  Confusing questions swirled in his head.  And the mind, struggling to regain consciousness, biting his lip until it bled, finally succumbed, letting darkness engulf Yeonwoo and pull him down to the floor.

*

Beep.

“Capture complete. Moving to the training room.”

A faint smile touched the lips of the men in the control room. As always, things were going exactly according to plan.

“What’s the reaction like?”

The team leader, who had been lounging with his feet up on the desk, leaned back and asked.

“Ah, everyone’s got high expectations. He’s handsome, you know. Haha.”

He meticulously checked the live chat. Yeonwoo, soon to be a member of Mansion X, arriving in a sharp suit, walking willingly into a trap, and then realizing something was wrong and struggling before being subdued.  Everything was captured on ‘Mansion’s’ live broadcast. They planned to edit this footage later and use it as the intro for videos of Yeonwoo being humiliated.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’ll see when it happens.”

The team leader snorted, his eyes glued to the monitor.  The employees rushed into the monitor screen, which had been still for a while. After waiting until Yeonwoo completely lost consciousness, they carried the limp Yeonwoo deep into Mansion, towards the training room.

With a creak, the team leader stretched and slowly rose from his chair.

“Alright, make sure the broadcast goes smoothly. I’ll go down to the training room to check it out myself.”

“Yes, Team Leader. I’ll keep a close eye on things.”

Hehe. The subordinate employee waved as the team leader got up, quickly taking his place in the vacated chair.  The team leader chuckled, shaking his head slightly, and left the room.

Training room 204. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened an app. The VIP pre-release video was streamed live without editing, so he had to be careful to avoid any broadcasting accidents. Humming a tune, he logged in, and the screen inside the training room where Yeonwoo was located immediately appeared.  The new arrival sped up the chat.

[Wow ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Looking forward to the humiliation of the rich kid;;]

[Give me a close-up of the virgin ass ㅋㅋㅋ]

[Just looking at him, his pink ass and dick look so f*cking hot]

Lewd and insulting messages were pouring in without any filtering. By the time Yeonwoo in the video was completely naked, the team leader opened the door to the training room. The busy employees didn’t seem to have time to greet him.  The team leader didn’t reprimand them, instead leaning against the door, arms crossed, watching Yeonwoo.

They began to undress him, one garment at a time. The crisp, new shirt, the spotless trousers, and the tight-fitting underwear were carefully removed from Yeonwoo’s body.

His body, honed by consistent exercise, was well-muscled, but not overly large. An employee gently kneaded Yeonwoo’s breasts. He squeezed the flesh in his hand until it seemed about to burst, then pressed down firmly, making Yeonwoo’s nipples protrude between his fingers.

“Nice and firm breasts. The nipples are a bit small though.”

He pinched and rubbed the nipples with his thumb and forefinger.  Mmm, Yeonwoo frowned and shifted uncomfortably.

“The left one… is inverted, an inverted nipple.  Hmm. Let me suck on it.”

He brought the camera closer, showing Yeonwoo’s complex-ridden nipples to the viewers. Then, he leaned in and licked his flat chest.  Swish, swish, he spread his tongue wide, wetting the area around the nipples, then sucked them repeatedly.

“Ugh… hmm… huh.”

He rubbed the tip of the nipple with his tongue and gently bit the slightly protruding nipple to stimulate it.  Soop, chomp, chomp…  Responding to the tender touch, Yeonwoo’s nipples rose prominently, as if they had never been hidden.

“Chup, mmm… Oh, there it is. Cute.”

The saliva-covered nipple was slightly swollen and larger than the right one. The man pinched and twisted both of Yeonwoo’s nipples with both hands.

“They’re so small, aren’t they?  We need to tag them later, so I’ll enlarge them with cupping beforehand.”

An employee held up a yellow tag that someone had handed him, showing it to the camera. It was a yellow tag used to mark cattle. The square plastic tag read [Yeonwoo / 2024.3.10. / Omega], with a barcode underneath. It was an identification tag that the omegas of Mansion X, who would never wear clothes again, had to wear on their nipples.

“You know this is one of Mansion’s popular items, right?  They’re small, but if you use it for a week, your nipples get really big.  So big you’ll be too embarrassed to wear thin clothes.”

Hah, the employee chuckled awkwardly and applied a small nipple enlargement cup to Yeonwoo’s chest, sucking several times.  Tssup, tssup, after the sound, Yeonwoo’s nipples swelled up, becoming plump and dark red.  To demonstrate the product’s effectiveness, the moment when Yeonwoo’s nipples would become enormous and lose their color, increasing viewers’ anticipation.

“Now, I’ll insert this. You all know what this is, right?”

The man, smoothly continuing the presentation like a show host, held up a small syringe.  It was ‘Mansion’s’ identity and flagship product, a medical device that could insert electrical stimulation patches.

“It doesn’t matter where you put it, but putting it in the most sensitive spot is the most effective. Let’s see what this little f*cker’s favorite spot is.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the employees on either side lifted Yeonwoo’s legs. They didn’t forget to spread his buttocks to make his virgin anus clearly visible.  The bright pink anus was tightly closed, making it difficult to insert even a finger.

The man squeezed a generous amount of clear, slippery gel onto the opening. He erotically rubbed Yeonwoo’s anus with his finger, then with a ‘tssuk’ sound, inserted it inside.  Ha! Yeonwoo moved his body significantly, as if displeased.  The man chuckled, rotating his finger, exploring the inside of Yeonwoo’s anus. He gently scraped the wrinkled folds with his fingernail, then inserted and withdrew his finger repeatedly.

“Ah, ugh, hmm, hmm, hmm…”

He explored the inside thoroughly. He rubbed and poked the moist interior with his finger, then inserted his finger deeper, bending it towards the bladder and shaking it.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh! Ugh!”

Yeonwoo’s eyes snapped open, and he kicked his legs in the air.

“Wow, is this it? It’s so deep. I need to meet the Master.”

Yeonwoo’s eyes widened, breathing roughly as if he had just had a nightmare. He looked around blankly, as if he hadn’t yet grasped the situation.  The man said meaningfully, Oh, you’re awake? It would have been better if you hadn’t woken up.

“Alright, I’ll insert it now. I think he’ll cause a scene if we wait any longer.”

Because he had just woken up and his senses were dulled, and he couldn’t see what was happening below, Yeonwoo didn’t resist much. The man immediately inserted the syringe into his anus, at the spot he had been probing with his finger.

“Ugh, wh-what, what is this! What are you… what are you doing!”

A tingling sensation, a slight prickling of the nerves, caused Yeonwoo’s eyes to drop.  He belatedly saw the men clinging to his naked body, filming him from various angles, and Yeonwoo screamed, “Aaack!” thrashing about.

“Let go! Let go! You f*cking bastards!”

Three more employees joined in, holding Yeonwoo down.  Yeonwoo’s desperate struggles caused the long bed to shake violently. As he moved his body, his mind became clearer, and his struggle intensified.

“F*ck! Let go! Spit! Don’t touch me!”

Yeonwoo even spat at the men holding him down, his desperation palpable.  Oh well.  The viewers would probably enjoy Yeonwoo’s resistance even more.

“We’ll start the test now. He’s quite energetic, but it’s his first time, so we’ll start with the lowest setting.”

A black remote control in the man’s hand. The calmly close-up view of the small buttons contrasted sharply with Yeonwoo’s glowing body behind it. Yeonwoo didn’t know. When those small buttons were pressed, the most sensitive parts of his body would explode with sensation.  Those buttons would plunge Yeonwoo from humanity to bestiality.

With a press, the employee pressed the small, round button at the very bottom. As the button sent a signal, the chip firmly implanted inside Yeonwoo faithfully released electricity. In the place where even a touch would make him stiffen, where a gentle rub would make him spurt semen.

“Ugh, hek…!”

Yeonwoo’s movements stopped instantly.  Ugh, aaack… His body arched, his mouth opening wide.

“Aaack, aaack…!”