Climax Trainer, Mansion X!

#7. Mansion X, Orgy Party♡

Having become an omega of Mansion X, Yeonwoo had a rather strict work schedule. Even if someone was an omega’s partner, they couldn’t just take them away without prior notice.

However, they weren’t so inflexible as to be strict with a newlywed couple. Also, knowing Sian’s desire to bring his beautiful bride to Mansion X’s 6th-anniversary party, Yeonwoo was granted a brief period of freedom.

And Yeonwoo was busy helping Sian get ready since morning. In the dim dressing room, holding a blue striped tie, Sian asked Yeonwoo,

“Honey, how about this one?”

“Uh, uhm, haaah….”

Yeonwoo, sitting on a large single-person sofa in the middle of the room, couldn’t easily answer.  *Squeak, squeak, squeak*, he was constantly being penetrated by a mechanical dick from behind.

“Not good? How about this?”

Sian tossed the tie he was holding and picked up a black one, approaching Yeonwoo. As he stepped closer, pressing the button right in front of Yeonwoo, *thump, thump, thump*! The machine’s speed increased. Yeonwoo gasped, *hic*! He opened his half-closed eyes and struggled to answer.

“Haa… Ah, ugh! Ah, it’s, it’s nice, uh, uhm…!”

His hips continued to twitch. Unlike a person, this machine showed no mercy to Yeonwoo’s state.

Actually, it wasn’t bad at first. While teasingly thrusting, it allowed him to climax without much delay.  His moans, which had started as whimpers, gradually became thicker and more lewd, but Sian simply watched with his arms crossed as Yeonwoo, completely absorbed in the mechanical dick, moaned and whimpered.

The problem became serious after Yeonwoo’s first climax. Seeing Yeonwoo’s cum gushing out, Sian muttered, “I should extract today’s portion of cum.”  Yeonwoo, panting with his eyes glazed over, could only watch as Sian took out a catheter wrapped in clean plastic from a drawer. Master was approaching. *Huh, uh…?*

*Rip*, Sian pulled the catheter, revealing the transparent tube, out of the plastic and grabbed Yeonwoo’s dick, glistening with beads of clear pre-cum. As if gauging it, he placed the tube at the tip of Yeonwoo’s urethra and tilted his head, then without hesitation, *shove*, he inserted the soft tube, its thickness seemingly cruel for urethral insertion.

Wearing a urethral plug was now commonplace, but Yeonwoo had never experienced his urethra being penetrated by something this long. He screamed in shock, yet couldn’t tear his eyes away from his own dick.  The tube continued to push in, unbelievably so.

The part that usually stretched had long been passed. The narrow urethral walls, experiencing this intrusion for the first time, were mercilessly violated. A place that felt like it would die even with a gentle touch was being relentlessly pierced.  It hurts, it hurts, stop, ugh…. He screamed and thrashed his feet, but soon the catheter dug deeper, and he could only gasp, his eyes wide open, tears streaming down his face.

And then, the catheter, which had been smoothly entering with skillful hands, *thud*, stopped, blocked by something. Sian looked up. Yeonwoo was staring down at him, pale and terrified.  With wide eyes, he pleaded desperately. Don’t do it, please, stop. No matter what words he added, he looked miserable and pitiful.

Sian smiled as if in pity.  On the contrary, his hand, with utmost firmness, *thrust*, pierced deep into Yeonwoo’s body.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts…! His toes spread wide as if they would tear apart. Tears flowed down his trembling lips. A sharp pain, like being stabbed with a needle, shot through his body.

Immediately following was the urge to urinate. It was unbearable. Yeonwoo’s essence was being extracted against his will. A forced expulsion he couldn’t stop even if he didn’t want to cum.

Sian placed an empty glass bottle at the other end of the catheter. The liquid that was rapidly filling the tube began to drip, one by one, two by two, into the glass bottle.

Sian tightened Yeonwoo’s restraints, which had been loosely fastened. He secured him tightly to the chair so he couldn’t move an inch and adjusted the machine so that it would hit Yeonwoo’s spot.

From the moment it touched that spot, another hell began for Yeonwoo. This time, it wasn’t the pleasant pleasure from before. *Thump, thump, thump, thump*! It stabbed too hard.  *Ugh, ugh, no, there, there…!* He wanted to escape from the pounding mechanical dick. The stimulation was too intense, unbearable.

He shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face. He kicked his feet and rattled the chair, but it was all in vain. The thrusting, reaching up to his navel, was chillingly rhythmic.

His vision flickered, and his tongue lolled out. *Drip, drip, drip…*. Cum accumulated more quickly in the glass bottle.  I’m going to die, I, like this, *hic, hic*, even as he cried and came, even as he begged like a dog, Master showed no reaction. Only Yeonwoo, thrown into that purgatory, struggled.

Help, help me! Stop! *Haa, aaagh…!* Yeonwoo, screaming, and Sian, with his calm expression, seemed like people from different worlds. Sian lightly kissed Yeonwoo’s forehead, who was crying beautifully, and hummed a tune as he headed to the dressing room.

Listening to the fading screams sweetly, he slowly chose his clothes. It wasn’t a very formal occasion, but he had to dress up to a certain degree. He pondered, flipping through the crisply ironed clothes with his hand, and picked up a couple. He walked back to Yeonwoo.

Yeonwoo’s fists were clenched so tightly that his palms were bleeding, and he was stamping his feet. He wanted to beg, to say he had already cum, that he had climaxed so painfully, so please stop. But the *squeak, squeak* of the bumpy rubber dick thrusting rapidly gave Yeonwoo no chance to speak, only allowing mournful animalistic sounds to escape his lips.

And before him, Zen Sian nonchalantly asked Yeonwoo for his opinion on his clothes.  There was no way Yeonwoo, who wasn’t in his right mind, could answer.

*Gurgle*, the glass bottle was now almost full of cum.  Looking at Yeonwoo, unable to even cum on his own volition, controlled in every way, Sian’s eyes were filled with satisfaction.

There was a coercive force in Sian’s urging. *Tap, tap*. He pressed the button twice, and the mechanical dick began to move at a speed that couldn’t be ignored.

Yeonwoo’s eyes rolled back for a moment before returning. He bent over, barely managing to gasp for breath. Then, as if finally understanding his master’s insistence on getting an answer, he stared at Sian with a stupid, panting face, his tongue sticking out.

He struggled to answer, looking at Master, who was smiling at him with his handsome face. *Hic, hic*! The corners of his mouth twitched, and drool dripped. Sian momentarily hardened his expression, observing Yeonwoo’s state for a while, then laughed in disbelief, “Ah… Fuck, he’s so pretty.”

The outfit selection, which wouldn’t have ended so easily normally, was quickly concluded thanks to their sweet newlywed conversation. But there was no need for Yeonwoo to feel disappointed. There were still many things to choose. Sian went back to the dressing room and picked up shoes, ties, and cufflinks, asking for Yeonwoo’s opinion.

Each time, Yeonwoo, with a face that looked like he was about to die, diligently answered Sian’s prodding, satisfying his Master.

“How about this tie, honey? It’s cute, right?”

Sian held a red bow tie to Yeonwoo’s neck. Yeonwoo, with his head bowed, muttered as if out of his mind, “It’s nice, haa, *hic*, yes, uhh….”

“Keuh, you like it?”

*Slurp, churn, churn…*. Sian craned his neck and looked at the mechanical dick, white with froth. Fuck, the smell of a bitch in heat. He chuckled, deliberately taking a deep breath.

“Anyway, as soon as you get a dick, you just squirt and cum.”

Sian, crouching down, looked at Yeonwoo’s face for a long time. Yeonwoo seemed to have fainted, his eyes rolled back white. He shoved his finger between Yeonwoo’s wet, plump, and pale lips.

“Uh, hee… eh….”

He bent his finger and pulled it to the right, distorting the corner of Yeonwoo’s mouth into a smile.  After admiring that innocently lovely face, Sian suddenly pulled his finger out, put it in his own mouth, and sucked on it.

“Smiling while getting fucked by a rubber dick….”

*Drip, drip*, the catheter, which had somehow pierced Yeonwoo’s urethra and reached his bladder, had filled the small glass bottle halfway. Sian stood up, holding the bottle.

*Pour…*.  Sian, without hesitation, poured the forcibly extracted liquid, the cum that Yeonwoo had barely managed to squeeze out while moaning and whimpering from the mechanical fucking, onto Yeonwoo’s chest.

“Huu, the smell of cum.”

“Haa, ah, haa….”

The freshly extracted warm liquid trickled down Yeonwoo’s body. Sian emptied every last drop onto Yeonwoo.

“Everyone’s going to go crazy for your cum, honey. Stay close.  Don’t get gangbanged while I’m gone.”

“Uh, huh, uh, aaaagh!”

Apparently displeased with Yeonwoo, who kept his head down and didn’t answer, Sian yanked hard on the catheter inserted into his bright red, swollen urethra.

“Haa, hiiik! Khhhiiik…!”

Yeonwoo, who had seemed unconscious, opened his eyes wide, his pupils dilated, and gasped. The thick, transparent tube slipped out smoothly thanks to the slick cum lubricant. However, Yeonwoo’s urethra didn’t close immediately, but twitched and gaped open before finally closing with a trickle of yellow liquid.

“Uh, huh, huh, open, ah, so….”

*Thud*, his head dropped again.  What a sight. Now he’s cumming without permission. Sian scolded Yeonwoo in a seemingly angry tone, but Yeonwoo, drooling, remained unconscious, unable to hear him.

Sian was about to slap Yeonwoo’s ass to wake him up, but stopped, thinking he might have tormented him too much.  I should let him rest until we get to the venue, he muttered.

“Sleep tight, honey. I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

*Squeak, squeak, squeak…*. In the quiet room, only the sound of the diligent mechanical dick fucking Yeonwoo until his stomach bulged could be heard. Sian carefully tied a tie around Yeonwoo’s neck and slowly walked over to turn off the machine.

“Uh-hee, hee…. Hee, eh….”

*Thump…*. The machine, which had been vigorously moving until the very end, pressing down on Yeonwoo’s spot, finally stopped. Yeonwoo trembled, lost in the afterglow, and leaked a thin stream of cum.

The transparent cum that had stained Sian’s trousers darkened the fabric. *Tsk*, Sian clicked his tongue slightly, checking his trousers, and lifted Yeonwoo into his arms. The limp body clung to Sian without a gap.

For a moment, Sian stared blankly at Yeonwoo’s face, his mouth slightly open and his head tilted back, before he couldn’t resist and started kissing his lips.

“Fucking cute thing.”

Chuckling as he nibbled on Yeonwoo’s lips, Sian adjusted his hold and left the room. Opening the door and walking down the hallway, Sian stepped outside and got into the waiting limousine, heading towards the venue. In his arms, he held his bride, whose sweetly loosened backside twitched.

*

Sian, slightly late for the event due to having fun with Yeonwoo, was first escorted to the waiting room. A staff member wearing a black bow tie approached and offered him two badges.

“These are the 6th-anniversary commemorative badges. Please wear them on your chest and enter.”

Sian nodded and pinned the badge to his left chest with the sharp needle. The staff member, watching Sian attach the badge, looked at Yeonwoo, nestled in his arms, with a troubled expression.

“As for your bride….”

Yeonwoo wasn’t wearing any clothes, so there was nowhere to attach the badge. Sian chuckled, as if the staff member was worrying over nothing.

“Just a moment….”

Sian placed Yeonwoo, who showed no signs of waking up despite having slept soundly, on a plush chair. Let’s see…. Sian examined the yellow tag attached to Yeonwoo’s left nipple. It was light, but seemed a bit heavy for a nipple.  Because of it, the cutely inverted nipple had lost some of its pretty pink hue and had become much larger.

“Ah, this is the perfect spot.”

I need to balance it out. Sian pinched Yeonwoo’s right nipple between his middle finger and thumb, twisting it gently. Even in his sleep, Yeonwoo flinched. A pink, cute nipple, a shape unsuitable for a mansion omega.

“This will sting a bit, honey.”

He carefully aimed the sharp needle. After stimulating the nipple so that it became taut and protruded, right in the center….

“Aagh! Ah…! Ugh…!”

*Pierce…!* Yeonwoo, jolted awake by the sharp pain, jumped, and the staff member, who had been watching quietly, grabbed him.

“Ooh, ugh! Aaa….”