Amnesia 25

The other boys had been thoroughly conditioned to control their orgasms and manage ejaculation—but Seungjun was the exception. Hypnotized into believing he was a beast, he had been trained to fuck whenever he wanted, cum whenever he pleased, never suppressing his desires. If he just twisted his hips a little, clenched his ass a little tighter, he knew he could reach an even greater climax. The urge to come grew stronger, and he pressed his face against the cold floor as if trying to deny it, the chill slightly cooling his heated body.

“Seungjun, when you become human again… you won’t be able to have sex with dogs anymore, you know?”

Hyeontae’s cunning whispers began again, framing the obvious as if it were nothing. Seungjun was already past the point of processing his words. But Hyeontae persisted, speaking to him relentlessly.

“Becoming human means… giving that up. You’ve tried it with a person before, remember? You know which feels better. From now on, you’ll have to give up that kind of pleasure forever. Once you’re human.”

Hyeontae recalled how long it had taken Seungjun to reach satisfaction the first time he’d had sex with a human in the park. He suspected it was because Seungjun still saw himself as a dog, and the fear of losing that identity had made it harder for him to enjoy it. As a dog, Seungjun found greater psychological comfort in mating with another dog.

“Grr… nngh… hngh…”

“Looking at your face… you seem like you’re dying to cum. Seungjun, you know what to do. If you move your hips, you’ll climax in no time.”

“Growl—!”

Seungjun whimpered and rubbed his face against the floor, as if resisting the urge. The moment he gave in to his desires, it would all be over.

The thought of never returning to human form, of being forced to mate with dogs forever…

But was that really such a bad thing? A doubt crept into his mind. Hadn’t he once thought it might be easier to just be born a dog and live that way?

And then there was the pleasure—never being able to feel this again. His mind might not remember, but his body did. It had been a month since he’d last felt sexual pleasure. Even when he tried to relieve himself alone, no toy could replicate the intensity of this machine. The long-awaited physical ecstasy was overwhelmingly sweet. His resolve wavered.

“Uh… uuuh… hngh… hngh…”

But the agony of holding back his orgasm was unbearable. Tears welled in his eyes. His stomach clenched as he fought the urge to move, to give in. He just wanted relief. He wanted to move with his desires. The hypnosis hadn’t just turned him into a dog—it had stripped him of his self-control. Living as a beast, he had lost much of his ability to restrain himself.

His ass twitched. The struggle between his human instincts and his conditioned obedience reached its limit. Just a little… would it really be so wrong to feel just a little? He began to rock his hips slightly. The friction was even better than just lying there, taking the dog’s cock passively. Once he felt that stimulation, the craving for more grew rapidly.

“Hah—! Kyah! Uuuh…! Hngh—!”

Seungjun braced himself on the floor, grinding his hips to chase the pleasure. He didn’t forget to clamp down hard on the silicone cock inside him. Every thrust scraped against his inner walls, sending sharp waves of pleasure through his body.

He had given up on becoming human again.

Hyeontae, hearing Seungjun’s response, stroked his head once before picking up the remote. He adjusted the settings to a more intense rhythm, and Seungjun cried out:

“Kyah—! Nngh…! Kgh—!”

The cum he had been holding back finally burst from the tip of his cock, splattering his stomach and chest. But he couldn’t stop moving. He was lost in a trance, his body acting on its own.

“So, Seungjun… you’ve given up on becoming human, huh?”

Hyeontae verbalized the decision Seungjun had made, ensuring he recognized it. Seungjun nodded, panting, tears streaming down his face.

When he had first become a dog, he had wept in despair, overwhelmed by the loss of his humanity. He had sobbed as the dog mounted him. And now, at his 101st climax, he was crying again—just as he had back then.

But these were different tears. These were tears of acceptance, of joy in embracing true physical pleasure.

Seungjun had been an extremely rational, moral, and kind person. And that made him all the more susceptible to corruption. His sense of ethics hadn’t come from deep introspection—it was just the result of childhood conditioning. Hyeontae knew all too well how easily such people could be broken.

Seungjun panted like a real dog, tongue lolling, as he mated with the machine. He had already been cum inside three times, his ass leaking fluid onto the floor. The hypnosis had fully internalized his identity as a dog, making him enjoy the act of mating. Now, he had abandoned the goal of becoming human again. Hyeontae decided it was time to make his conscious mind accept this pleasure as well. Compared to Hyeonjun’s training, this was far more radical—but Hyeontae was confident it would work. Seungjun’s mental resistance was weaker than Hyeonjun’s.

Hyeontae turned off the aphrodisiac scent and opened the window. The cool evening air flowed into the room. As the space ventilated, Seungjun’s hazy eyes gradually cleared. Of course, the robotic dog continued to thrust into him, its tongue lapping at his back.

“Hah… uh… ah—? Ah…?”

Freed from the hypnosis, Seungjun had no idea what was happening. He jolted in shock as the thick silicone dildo pistoned in and out of his ass, the mechanical panting of the dog filling his ears. Every thrust sent an odd, tingling sensation through him. He tried to move, to escape, but the heavy weight pinning him down made it impossible. When he twisted his head to look behind him, his face twisted in horror.

“Seungjun, what’s wrong all of a sudden?”

Hyeontae called his name calmly, as if there were no need for alarm. Seungjun’s head pounded—this situation felt surreal. He barely managed to gather his thoughts and opened his mouth to ask Hyeontae what was going on.

“Ah—! Ahh…! U-uh…! Th-this… w-what—!”

There was no way he could form coherent words. Every time he tried to speak, only moans escaped. Hyeontae, understanding his unspoken question, looked at him as if he couldn’t comprehend why Seungjun was reacting this way.

“You loved getting fucked by a dog’s cock the most… so why are you suddenly acting like this? Do you really not remember? Think carefully.”

Think about what? Seungjun trembled, wishing Hyeontae would just remove this terrifying dog from behind him first. When Seungjun failed to recall anything, Hyeontae turned on the TV. The company’s porn channel—his usual favorite—flashed onto the screen.

“Our Seungjun is a total top star. You really don’t remember?”

He pressed the remote, selecting This Month’s New Releases and Best of from the categories. A raw, uncensored porn video began to play. It wasn’t professionally shot—just crude, shaky footage, likely filmed at home. The quality was decent enough to recognize the man on screen, but the camerawork was poor, constantly shaking with static-like noise.

The man in the video looked exactly like Seungjun. He howled like a dog as he was mounted by a robotic dog designed for zoophiles. His erect cock sprayed pre-cum with every thrust, showing just how aroused he was. His desperate, animalistic moans blared from the TV.

[“Kyah—! Ah… uuuh…! Hngh… uh—!”]

The man on screen was clearly lost in pleasure, his face leaving no doubt that he was enjoying the mating. Seungjun couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Hyeontae, as if this weren’t over yet, used the remote to skip to the next video.

There wasn’t just one. It was a series, neatly organized by date. The recommendation count beneath the videos neared 100. Seungjun felt heat rush to his face. Without realizing it, he had become famous as a dog-fucker.

“N-no… I didn’t… uh… ah—!”

Even as he tried to deny it, he climaxed again. Before the aftershocks of pleasure could fade, the dog’s cock swelled inside him once more. Meanwhile, the video on the TV showed the same scene—Seungjun being railed by the dog, their hips slapping together. He turned his head away, squeezing his eyes shut. But with his vision blocked, the sensation of the cock swelling inside him and the sounds of mating from the TV only became more vivid.