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“Hngh… uh… ah! Ah, hngh… nngh…”
Seungjun had finally found a compromise that satisfied the man’s request. A wave of intense pleasure surged through his thighs, making them tense. The machine relentlessly targeted his prostate at an incredible speed. His vision flickered between black and clarity, over and over. He couldn’t focus. He felt dizzy. Sweat dripped from Seungjun’s body. His cock, drained of all cum, now only leaked clear fluid.
This wasn’t like the brief orgasms he’d experienced before—short bursts of pleasure that faded quickly. This was continuous, pushing him to climax again and again. It was the kind of pleasure no human could replicate—the raw power of a machine.
“Hah… uh… hngh…”
Seungjun, who had been moaning loudly in pleasure, now slumped in the chair, occasionally twitching. The man adjusted his glasses and smirked as he recorded the scene.
“Mr. Seungjun, you’ve got quite the stamina. As a dog model… you’re not satisfied, are you? To enjoy it even at the highest intensity… most people pass out at this level.”
Seungjun didn’t seem to register the man’s words.
“I understand your preferences now. Indeed… you can’t really say you don’t have a zoophilia fetish, can you? It wasn’t a preference—just a way to briefly relieve your unfulfilled desires.”
The man finally turned off the machine. With a beep, the relentless motion stopped.
“Hngh… hah… ah…”
“We used a shorter and thinner model for testing today, but I see. We’ll wrap up the test here. You can rest in the recovery room before heading home.”
Seungjun barely heard the man’s words, too busy catching his breath. The heat in his face refused to fade. After a while, he regained his senses and got dressed, though his mind still felt distant. The pleasure he’d felt under hypnosis was incomparable to anything else—even the sex he’d had with Hyeontae and Hyeonjun after waking from the hypnosis.
In truth, that sex had been traumatic for Seungjun. Physically, he might have cum multiple times, but mentally, it had been agonizing. Hyeonjun had moaned “darling” to Hyeontae, swaying his hips lewdly, even begging to get pregnant. It was nothing like the Hyeonjun he knew—unnatural, grotesque, horrifying. Though he had felt some pleasure from Hyeonjun’s blowjob and Hyeontae’s cock, it had left him feeling violated.
And then Hyeontae, after doing all that, had the audacity to drive him home. Seungjun had spent the whole day obsessing over how to report him, losing sleep over the possibility of the zoophilia videos being seen by others. His head spun.
There wasn’t much he could do. The evidence was insufficient, and he wasn’t even sure if reporting it would help Hyeonjun—or if any of it was even legally actionable. In the end, Seungjun decided to take a part-time job at Hyeontae’s company, if only to delete the videos himself.
But the job itself was strange—though not in the way he expected. Being shaved and milked for cum by a decent-looking guy hadn’t felt as bad as he’d thought.
Even after returning home, he felt off all day. A creeping anxiety gnawed at him—not about Hyeontae or the videos, but about whether the pleasure he’d felt had been real. The overwhelming ecstasy made him feel guilty.
Seungjun quietly locked his door and undressed. Standing naked in front of the full-length mirror, he examined his body. His legs showed no trace of restraint, his skin smooth—except for the odd absence of hair where there should have been. He idly touched his limp cock before collapsing onto the bed. If he spread his legs and checked his asshole, he might end up touching himself. He couldn’t bring himself to look, so he wrapped himself tightly in the blanket. It was unusually hot for early summer, but he fell asleep like that, unable to free himself from the covers.
***
The next day, his commute to work went smoothly—too smoothly, which only made him more uneasy. The company even deposited money into his account regularly. When he saw the amount—two to three times the minimum wage—his hands trembled. He’d expected a stingy, exploitative boss, but Hyeontae was surprisingly generous.
His fears of daily gangbangs and sex parties were also unfounded. On his second day, the same man from yesterday greeted him and led him to a different room. This one had a single screen. Seungjun was seated in front of it, and the man played a slideshow of images, instructing him to press the red button if he liked a photo and the green one if he didn’t. The images varied widely—ordinary buildings, men, women, children, animals. Naturally, as a porn company, some images depicted sexual acts or various fetishes, but aside from those, it resembled a standard reaction-time study. Seungjun flinched at the first explicit image but soon adapted, pressing the buttons with a blank expression.
Then, an image of a woman having sex with a dog appeared. Seungjun hesitated before pressing the green button. More neutral images followed, until another pornographic image appeared—this time, a man having sex with a dog. Again, he hesitated before pressing green.
He must have gone through nearly 500 images. When the test ended, the man told him he was done for the day and could relax with coffee or drinks before leaving. He gathered his charts and left the room.
Left alone, Seungjun wandered around, unsure what to do with the remaining four hours until his shift ended. He wasn’t hungry, so he left the basement to explore the company. He wondered where Hyeonjun went after they parted ways at the entrance every morning.
Taking the elevator to the first floor, he found a typical corporate lobby—bright windows, people bustling about. Standing alone, he approached the front desk and asked the receptionist:
“Uh… do you know where Hyeonjun might be?”
“Hmm?”
“The… university student who comes with the CEO…”
He stumbled over his words, unsure how to describe Hyeonjun. The receptionist, realizing who he meant, answered kindly:
“Oh, he’s probably in the R&D department on the second floor.”
“Ah, thank you… Can I visit the second floor?”
“Well, you didn’t schedule a visit in advance… but if you wear this visitor pass, it should be fine.”
The receptionist handed him a visitor badge after an awkward smile. Seungjun examined it front and back before hanging it around his neck. Unlike the company’s sleek aesthetic, the badge looked outdated, like something from the 90s. He flipped it to hide the text before taking the elevator.
Ding. The elevator doors opened on the second floor. It was eerily quiet—like a real lab? But why would Hyeonjun be here? Seungjun stepped forward. The floor was so silent he couldn’t even hear his own footsteps. He noticed the carpet absorbing all sound. The space was just a long hallway lined with doors—huge, empty, and oddly sterile. The walls seemed to define the entire space.
“What the hell is this place?”
Seungjun peeked into one of the rooms. A sensor detected him, and the entire wall turned into a transparent glass panel. He didn’t need to enter to see inside. What he saw made him freeze.
“Ah… nngh… ah… hah…”
The moans were muffled by the glass. Hyeonjun was spread-eagled, his legs forced apart as thick tentacles ravaged his ass. The pulsating appendages thrust deep inside him, each penetration jolting his entire body. His swollen breasts dripped milk, and his cock was obscured by more tentacles.
Seungjun stared, trying to process the scene. Hyeonjun’s flushed, blissful face left no doubt—he was genuinely enjoying this.
Seungjun let out a bitter laugh. He was certain now: Hyeonjun had abandoned all moral values, willing to do anything for pleasure. The writhing tentacles were grotesque, but he couldn’t bring himself to judge his friend—not when Hyeonjun would probably see him, fucking dogs, the same way.
He moved to another wall, and again, it revealed people indulging in sexual pleasures. The entire second floor was designed for this. The acts ranged from gangbangs to hardcore BDSM. Seungjun watched, surprised at his own lack of reaction. He felt nothing. Maybe the 500-image test had desensitized him to fetishes. Reaching the end of the hallway, he turned to leave—only for another wall to reveal its contents as he passed.
A man was having sex with dogs.
Seungjun instinctively knew they weren’t real. There wasn’t just one—there were several. Having been interested in animals, he knew dogs didn’t engage in gangbangs.
There was no sound, but the man’s ecstatic expressions made it clear how much he was enjoying it. His cock was rock-hard, veins bulging, flushed red.
Seungjun stood transfixed, unaware that his own cock had hardened. The man, panting, even took one of the robotic dogs’ silicone cocks into his mouth, while others rubbed their members against his slick, oil-covered body.
“Nngh…”
The faint ding of the elevator echoed down the hallway. Seungjun jolted and fled to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He dropped his pants—his erection strained against his underwear, demanding release.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
