Climax Trainer, Mansion X!

#2. Mansion X, Training Room Visit♡

A new bride entered the Mansion X training room.  The staff gently cleaned up the bride, who was battered and bruised from the initiation ceremony.

They gently wiped the bride’s pitiful face, mouth agape and vacant, and washed the body. They administered an IV to the arm and massaged the stiff body.

“All done?”

“Yeah. He’s sleeping soundly.  Looks like he’ll sleep for another half-day.”

“Really? Then I’ll go smoke a cigarette.”

“Sounds good.”

The bustling room quickly became quiet, and the two men who had stayed by Yeonwoo’s side until the end left, unable to bear the boredom.  Only the sound of breathing filled the room.  Yeonwoo, who had been lying still, suddenly opened his eyes.

“…….”

He rolled his eyes, surveying the room. A large TV on one wall, and in front of it, a dental-style electric chair.  Lying on the monstrous electric chair, with its numerous black leather restraints, Yeonwoo was relieved to find himself unbound.

He couldn’t quite grasp why he was here or what had happened to him, but he knew clearly that he had to escape. Yeonwoo quickly got up.

“Ugh, oof…”

His head ached, and his vision swam. Yeonwoo staggered to his feet, then roughly ripped out the IV needle from his arm. He didn’t even notice the blood dripping.

Looking down at his body, a yellow plastic tag dangled from his nipple.  Yeonwoo couldn’t bring himself to touch the painfully swollen nipple, and he sobbed.

“Ugh, sob, sob…”

Fortunately, the rod that had filled his urethra was gone, but a ring piercing, half-blocking his urethral opening, dangled from his swollen glans, accompanied by a small bell.

“Ugh, fuck, fuck…”

Yeonwoo’s face contorted. He tried to remove the bell with his trembling hands, but only managed to pull on the piercing, causing pain, without dislodging the bell. He couldn’t waste time. He felt someone might enter the room at any moment and restrain him on that disgusting chair.

“Ah, sob, it hurts, ugh…”

Yeonwoo, after fumbling with his dick, finally gave up and ran out the door.  *Clang, clang*, the bell on the bride’s glans announced his escape, but no one was in the hallway to hear it.

“Ugh, ah! Ugh, ugh!”

Yeonwoo stumbled, falling and scrambling to his feet, running desperately. He had to find some clothes and escape this Mansion.

*

At the same time, the men, enjoying a cigarette, returned to the training room.  The only thing that greeted them, as they chatted about setting things up, was an empty bed.

“Crazy, he woke up and ran away?”

“Ah… We’ll be in trouble if this gets out. Hey, hey! Let’s search the hallway first!”

The men quickly set out to find Yeonwoo.  Thinking they would find him easily, they realized after 30 minutes that Yeonwoo was a surprisingly clever rat, good at hiding.

“Damn it. What do we do? The team leader will be here soon.”

“This is such a hassle.  Oh well. Hit the button.  The weakest setting made him pee himself and faint last time.”

“Okay. Just a sec.”

Yeonwoo still didn’t understand the meaning of having his body controlled.  It was when Yeonwoo finally obtained a white coat hanging in someone’s office, evading the men’s eyes.

*Beep*, the electric chip implanted in Yeonwoo’s rectum began to vibrate at the weakest setting.  The men had lightly pressed a toy-like button.

“Ugh, uh, ugh…”

Again. A tingling, terrifying sensation, as if his whole body would explode, spread through Yeonwoo’s body with a *zzzzzip* sound. A hot feeling filled his lower abdomen, heating his entire body.

“Ack, aaack, ack…”

Yeonwoo stiffened and fell to the ground.  *Huff, exhale, wheeze…*  Even though his bare skin touched the cool marble floor through the gap in his coat, Yeonwoo writhed on the floor.

“What? I can’t hear any screams. Is it working properly?”

*Beep*, *Beep!* The man pressed the tiny, harmless-looking button twice more.

“Haaack! Ugh, k-aaack…!”

And Yeonwoo screamed again, this time twice as intensely, as a torrent of forced orgasms wracked his body.  It was a shock that felt like his body would shatter. Yeonwoo screamed.

“Waaack! Huff, hi-iiik!”

The thought that someone might hear him was a luxury. Yeonwoo arched his buttocks, twisting his body wildly as he screamed.  And at some point, his tongue dried up, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed in a pathetic state.

His contracted bladder released a torrent of urine.  Because of the piercing, the urine split into two streams, soaking Yeonwoo’s stomach.

“Hey, hey! He’s here! Here!”

A man, hearing the bride’s screams, ran quickly.  He called his colleague, and what met his eyes was:

“Huff, ugh, exhale, hi-ii…”

The bride lying face down in his own urine in the middle of the hallway, drooling. His pale buttocks were raised, trembling.

“Wow, damn…”

“Idiot! I told you to only press it once.  He keeps doing this because it’s his first time.  It’s such a hassle.”

His colleague quickly turned Yeonwoo onto his side, stripped off his coat, and roughly wiped him down.  *Ugh, so disgusting*.  With a look of contempt, he roughly cleaned the bride, soiled with his own fluids, and hoisted him onto his shoulder.

“Let’s go quickly! We’ll really get scolded if the team leader comes.”

“O-okay. Let’s go.”

The man, dejected by the scolding, followed his colleague. Yeonwoo’s first escape attempt ended anticlimactically.

*

Yeonwoo regained consciousness after sleeping for another half-day.  Someone gently shook his shoulder, then softly stroked his cheek, not hurting him.  With a *hmm…* a moan like boiling water, he lifted his head. His body felt heavy, as if he’d been beaten from head to toe.

“Oh, you’re awake?”

Yeonwoo stared at the man with vacant, blurry eyes.  It was someone he’d never seen before.  A terrible conclusion for the considerable time invested.

“I’m Sian, in charge of training at Mansion X. Ah, that’s not my real name.”

The man chattered useless information in a cheerful voice. Yeonwoo suddenly realized he was bound. In the same room he’d escaped from. To the strange chair.

“Ha…”

A sigh of resignation escaped his lips. He was half-lying on his stomach, legs slightly apart, unable to move. Fortunately, the chair was padded with soft cotton, so it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“I’ll just call you… Yeonwoo?  Sometimes we give them new names, but with someone as proud as you, it’s more exciting to use their real name while humiliating them.”

Yeonwoo gritted his lower lip in anger and shame. He couldn’t bear the way he was being treated like a male prostitute.

“What… what are you doing this for…”

He asked in a trembling voice, his teeth clenched. He couldn’t understand. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t find a reason why he deserved this treatment, and Yeonwoo felt like he was going crazy.

“Why are we doing this? Hahaha.”

Sian pressed Yeonwoo’s cheek, flattening it like a pufferfish, and shook it back and forth.  *Don’t get angry*.  *It would be nice if you smiled prettily*.  He pressed his face against Yeonwoo’s face, who was glaring with tears welling up in his eyes from resentment, and chuckled.

“You don’t need to know. Just accept it as your fate, it’ll be easier.”

“Ugh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Let me go, untie me! Untie me!”

Unable to contain his disgust, Yeonwoo raged again.  *Oh my, you still have a lot of strength*. Sian leaned back, chuckling.

“Don’t waste your energy. You’ll need it later.”

Sian straightened up and walked to the TV in front of Yeonwoo. *Beep, beep, beep*. The TV monitor wasn’t large, but the picture quality was good. He turned it on and played a one-hour video on repeat.

“Now, do you know who this is?”

Sian adjusted the monitor so Yeonwoo could see it clearly. Yeonwoo, who was glaring at him with a furious expression, ignoring the monitor, showed no sign of answering.

“Ha. Making me work hard again.”

Sian dramatically slumped his shoulders, sighing, then roughly grabbed Yeonwoo’s hair.

“Ugh, ugh…”

Yeonwoo moaned as his head was forced back. Sian’s face, which had been playful a moment ago, was now icy cold.

“Do you know? Look properly.  Yes?”

Sian held Yeonwoo’s head in front of the monitor and slapped his cheeks.  *Oof, ugh*, the atmosphere suddenly turned terrifying, and Yeonwoo only cried.

The monitor showed a man.  He looked like an actor, with sharp features and a tall stature.  In the video, the man was walking, giving a speech, and sometimes his face was shown in a close-up, making it unclear what he was doing.

“Ugh, I, don’t, know… Ah, aaack!”

As the slaps became harsher, as if urging him to answer quickly, Yeonwoo hastily replied.

“You don’t know? I’ll tell you.  That’s your future Master, Yeonwoo. Call him Master.”

Yeonwoo’s face twisted.  No one in their right mind would call someone on a monitor Master. Yeonwoo clamped his mouth shut again.

“Oh, you don’t want to?  Well, it’s no fun if it’s easy.”

Sian released Yeonwoo’s hair.  *He’s not going to be a good student, I guess*.  Muttering, the man, without resorting to violence, took out Yeonwoo’s mouth gag from his pocket.

“So you don’t bite your tongue.”

“Ugh, no, ugh, ugh, ugh…”

He held Yeonwoo’s head still and firmly inserted the gag,

“Now I’ll tell you. Whenever you want to cum… say ‘Master, please let me cum,’ with respect for your Master.  Understand?”

“Ugh, n-no, ugh, ugh, ugh…”

*Click*, he briefly removed the piercing from his still-swollen glans and squeezed out some gel.  He grabbed Yeonwoo’s shrunken dick with the cold gel and slowly pushed the bumpy urethral plug in.

“Ugh, hic, ah, ah, ah, aaack…”

“Ugh, tight little pussy.”

“Ugh, huff, huff!”

He held the dick, making a *squish, squish* sound, deliberately twisting it slowly.  He pushed it deep, deep inside, making sure not a single drop of cum came out.  Finally, he secured the plug with the piercing to prevent it from coming out.

“Ack, aaack…”

“Heh, cute. Now I’ll torment you until the only thing you can say is ‘Master.’”

Sian smiled sinisterly, looking at Yeonwoo, whose fierce expression seemed to say that would never happen.

*

It didn’t take long for the elegant young master to become a rag doll, drunk on drugs.

*Puff*, as Sian’s dick penetrated his anus for the first time, Yeonwoo cried out *Haaang!* long and desperately, like his first orgasm, then briefly fainted.  Such a sensation. He thought it was a strange and painful sensation.  *No, stop!*  He grabbed Yeonwoo, who was wriggling his buttocks, and repeatedly fucked him.  Until his screams of refusal turned into the panting whimpers of a dog.  He relentlessly rubbed and fucked him, until Yeonwoo knew exactly where his prostate was.

His pink, plump anus was surprisingly good at sucking on the large, dark dick.  Every time Sian forcefully inserted his fingers into the already tight hole, bending and poking it, Yeonwoo let out the most vulgar cries.

“Huff, aah, ah, ah, ah, more, more!”

At some point, Yeonwoo was pathetically begging. He had become a body that could sacrifice everything for the pleasure of anal sex.  *Thump, thump, thump!*  He was poked and prodded to his heart’s content, and as he neared orgasm, Yeonwoo looked directly at his Master on the monitor and begged and cried.

“Cum, ugh, let me cum, Master, Master…”