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“Seungjun, you really don’t like it? After cumming so much… Don’t you remember what you told me before? That you jerked off multiple times imagining fucking animals? That’s why I even lent you this expensive equipment.”
It was all fabricated. The channel distributing the video that had shocked Seungjun required an internal company code—only accessible to employees. Far fewer people knew about it than Seungjun feared; the footage was merely used to improve the bestiality robots. But Seungjun, unaware of this, trembled in horror. Hyeontae twisted his words, framing a confession Seungjun had never made as fact, before offering a new proposal:
“Seungjun. I’ll delete the video… if you work at my company this break. What do you say?”
A predatory offer. Seungjun had no real choice. He nodded, and Hyeontae turned off the TV, smirking.
“Hyeonjun, Seungjun’s ready. Shall we start the sex party?”
Hyeonjun had been sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling on his phone. At Hyeontae’s call, he looked up, grinning. “Yes, Daddy.”
A beep signaled the end of the recording. Hyeonjun set his phone down. Only then did Seungjun realize who had filmed him—panting, rutting with the dog like a beast in heat. It had been Hyeonjun.
***
Seungjun told his parents he’d landed a part-time job at a friend’s father’s company—one that provided room and board. Impressed by the prestigious-sounding business, they approved without hesitation. Of course, the workplace was actually a subsidiary adult toy company. He omitted that detail.
Hyeontae and Hyeonjun were both insane, Seungjun seethed inwardly, repeating to himself that he had to escape, to pull himself together. The Hyeonjun he knew would never go along with this. He must be blackmailed too.
The building Hyeontae brought them to was sleek and imposing, right in the city center. Hyeonjun marveled—so this is where Daddy works—while Seungjun shrank back, anxious. To Hyeonjun, this was just a casual tour of his father’s workplace. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Alright, Seungjun. Inside, the researchers will explain your tasks. Just answer their questions honestly—five hours a day, no pressure.”
Seungjun glared. What a shameless liar. Hyeontae sent him to the basement. The sterile, hospital-like atmosphere put him on edge. The first floor underground had a lobby and reception desk, staffed by two strikingly beautiful women.
“…How may we assist you?”
“Uh… I… that…”
“Are you Ha Seungjun?”
“Ah… yes.”
“Ah, the gentleman the CEO mentioned. Please leave your outerwear in the locker and come in.”
That night, during the “sex party,” Seungjun realized what Hyeontae’s “remember this” warning had meant. Under hypnosis, he’d fucked the robot dog, then multiple men in the park—acts so degrading his mind had blurred the details. The conditioning had ensured he’d enjoy it as an animal, leaving only faint, nightmarish traces.
Now, he trusted nothing Hyeontae said. Paranoia gnawed at him—what if this “internship” was just another setup for more humiliation? As the elevator descended, he repeated “Stay calm” like a mantra. But the basement was empty of men; instead, two women greeted him.
“Hello.”
Inside, the room mirrored a clinic—exam chair, desk, computer. A well-groomed young man in a lab coat greeted him like a doctor.
“So you’re the client who tested our DG34 model?”
“Huh…?”
“According to this chart, you’re a zoophile who enjoys bestiality… Specifically, our dog-shaped sex robot.”
Seungjun’s expression darkened. Of course this place isn’t normal.
“I—I don’t have that kind of hobby.”
“Funny, considering how long you used it… First, let’s do a health check. Pants off, please.”
“Wh—what?”
“A health check. We need to examine your anus—overuse of insertable toys can cause issues.”
It made sense. Seungjun couldn’t even recall how much he’d been fucked in his hazy, conditioned state. Better here than a public clinic, he reasoned, and dropped his pants.
“Sit in the chair. Spread your legs for the exam.”
The chair resembled a dentist’s, but with stirrups. Flushing, Seungjun obeyed, exposing himself to a stranger. His overused hole was swollen red.
“Don’t move. I’ll secure you.”
The man locked his legs in place. Seungjun squirmed—completely immobilized. The man swabbed his genitals and anus with alcohol, then declared:
“Now, hair removal before the exam.”
“W-Wait—!”
No room for protest. The man lathered his groin and shaved him clean, wiping him down until his crotch was bare.
“Ah, even soft, you’re pretty. This depilatory cream is ours—removes hair fast and slows regrowth. If you want some later, ask at the front desk.”
Seungjun nearly retorted—what the hell?—but the man was already snapping on latex gloves, slathering transparent gel on his fingers. The moment they breached him, Seungjun clenched instinctively.
“Ngh—!”
Expert fingers found his prostate. His cock betrayed him, stiffening instantly. The man pressed ruthlessly, ignoring his protests.
“Hmm, fast response. Gets this hard from just prostate stimulation… Your sexual function’s excellent.”
“A-Ah, okay, just—stop—!”
“Stop? We haven’t even started. You’re really dramatic, Seungjun.”
The fingers withdrew. The man produced a translucent blue rod. Seungjun’s stomach dropped—it looks like a—
“No, no, no—!”
But the man mounted the rod onto a metal stand beside the chair, pressing its tip to Seungjun’s hole. So that’s its purpose. Seungjun groaned as a click signaled activation—the rod began pistoning violently. A motorized machine. Spread-eagled, his ass took the relentless thrusts.
“Hah—! Ah, nng—! Aah—!”
“This matches the DG34’s intensity. Seems you like it. Here’s the remote, Seungjun. Adjust speed, angle, and depth. Find your perfect setting.”
“Ah—! Nn, uh! Th-This is a test—!”
“It is a test. We’re measuring anal tightness and ejaculate volume—checking for dysfunction or abnormalities. Cooperate, please.”
Seungjun’s face burned. Humiliated—exposed, fucked by a machine in front of a stranger. Shaking, he fumbled with the remote, pressing ▽ to lower intensity. The rod curved downward, pegging his prostate.
“Hiiik—!”
A spurt of pre-cum leaked. The man recorded data calmly. Seungjun mashed buttons desperately, but each only varied the torment—never stopped it. Soon, the machine pounded him harder than before, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through him. He gasped, whimpered, and—goddamn it—his fingers twitched toward settings that prolonged the climax, not escaped it.
“Ah… ahh, ah—! Haah, uhn, ngh—”
The man smirked at Seungjun’s reluctant submission to mechanical pleasure, then checked a box on the chart:
[Highly responsive to pleasure] [✓]
Hyeontae had called him a VIP client—rare potential. The man mentally catalogued the tools he’d use to turn Seungjun into a true slut. He’d make the perfect test subject for the bestiality robot series.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
