Muscular men knelt in a row, their upper bodies strapped to wooden boards to keep them upright.
“Haaang, ha, aang…!”
“Hiik, ik, ku, aaang, ha, it!”
The immobilized men screamed as if they couldn’t bear it. Jaehyun’s gaze shifted to the tubes connected to their chests.
Their perfectly sculpted chests were unnaturally swollen, as if they weren’t the result of exercise.
“Ah, those are specially modified slaves. We take guys with nice muscles, pump them full of hormones, and their chests grow like that. Their voices get sweeter too.”
Jaehyun’s eyes widened as he took in the transformed bodies of the men who had become slaves for this purpose. A strange excitement coursed through him. The Manager continued in a detached tone.
“See the tubes connected to their chests? They produce milk. They had surgery to make them lactate like cows. At first, they were shocked—waking up from being kidnapped to find milk coming out of their chests. They resisted a lot.”
The Manager clicked his tongue, as if the memory gave him a headache.
“So we drugged them senseless and played with their chests until they begged for more. Those slaves can’t live normal lives now. If they wear clothes, their nipples will leak constantly.”
Jaehyun imagined it—showering, walking, sleeping, always leaking milk, never able to return to a normal life.
The thought of being bound here forever, existing only to be milked, made his chest ache. His stomach twitched, his body trembling as if imagining his own nipples producing milk.
The Manager, noticing Jaehyun’s reaction, smirked.
“Want your body messed with like that too? Hah, the President brought quite the talent.”
The Manager laughed, amused. Jaehyun’s face flushed, his feet shifting awkwardly at the blatant mockery.
“Anyway, those slaves won’t be released until they meet today’s quota. They’ve barely filled half, so they’ll be here a while.”
As the Manager said, the large plastic container connected to the tubes was only half full. Yet the men were already losing themselves to pleasure.
“Hi, ik, hik!”
“Haa, aaang…! A, good, ah, haaang!”
One man was already unconscious, foaming at the mouth, his body twitching. Another drooled, screaming in pleasure as the device relentlessly milked his nipples.
No matter their reaction, the machines attached to their chests never stopped, squeezing and kneading their nipples, extracting every drop of milk.
The Manager tapped Jaehyun’s back, snapping him out of his daze.
“Come on, we need to get you ready.”
The Manager checked his watch and walked briskly ahead. Jaehyun hurried after him.
The Manager led Jaehyun to the innermost part of the waiting room and opened a door. A man was moving busily inside the small room. He paused at the sudden noise, turning to look at Jaehyun.
“Gihyeon, get this one ready for the 9 o’clock initiation.”
The Manager pushed Jaehyun into the room and left. Jaehyun stood dazed as Gihyeon grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside. Beyond the narrow entrance was a bright room lined with mirrors.
“Hng, hng, ugh, woof…!”
In the center of the room, a man was suspended in a transparent human-shaped pod, his limbs forced wide open by a plastic frame. Unable to move, he moaned as mechanical devices violated every one of his holes—his mouth, urethra, and ass—moving relentlessly.
“Uwooof… ugh, hwoof!”
But what truly drove him mad was the rod piercing his nipples. Though nipples weren’t meant to accept anything, his were stretched open, sucking on the thin rod as it spun endlessly. The pain had long since turned to pleasure, and he screamed, his chest twitching.
“Hng, ah, AAAH! Ah, haaaang…!”
Jaehyun watched, his body growing excited. He recognized the sensation—the relentless teasing of every hole until it became unbearable. The brief pain would give way to a pleasure so intense it felt like his brain was melting, his eyes rolling back, obscene moans spilling from his lips.
Gihyeon pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed a button. A beep sounded, and all the machines attached to the man’s body powered down with a weak hum. The man, his throat raw from screaming, trembled weakly in the frame. Gihyeon pressed the button again, and the plastic restraints split open, releasing the man. He collapsed to the floor with a thud.
The man lay there, twitching. Gihyeon watched him silently. After a few tremors, the man suddenly lifted his head, his unfocused eyes locking onto Gihyeon.
“Hng, ugh, ah… M-Master, hng…!”
The man scrambled desperately toward Gihyeon, clutching his leg, looking up with tears streaming down his face. His free hand frantically stroked his cock, unable to resist.
“Hng, please, ugh, I’m going crazy, ugh…!”
Gihyeon, coldly watching the man, turned to Jaehyun, who was staring in shock. The man was Jaehyun’s senior from college—someone he had respected and admired for three years. Now, he was unrecognizable, broken.
“M-Minhyeong… sunbae…”
Jaehyun’s voice trembled as he called his senior’s name. Hearing his name after so long, Minhyeong twitched, his dilated pupils struggling to focus on Jaehyun. His voice was slurred, his usual calm demeanor gone.
“Hng, J-Jaehyun… long time no see… hng, yeah, missed you… hng!”
Minhyeong continued stroking his cock, his arm covered in needle marks. Drugged out of his mind, his speech was incoherent, nothing like his old self.
“Hng, ah, hole… hng, itchy… ahng…”
Unable to control his aroused body, he finally shoved his fingers into his own hole, squirming as he rubbed his inner walls.
“Ah, haang… ah, hng!”
Minhyeong’s chest heaved as he moaned. Jaehyun, seeing his once-respected senior in this state, stood speechless, his mouth hanging open.
“Come here.”
Gihyeon ignored Minhyeong, who was fingering himself, and pulled Jaehyun to the center of the room, forcing him to sit. He crouched to match Jaehyun’s eye level, then firmly grabbed his left arm, examining it. After a moment, he pulled a syringe from his back pocket.
The sharp needle glinted in front of Jaehyun’s eyes. Instinctive fear made him try to pull away, but Gihyeon gripped his arm tighter, his cold eyes locking onto Jaehyun.
Under Gihyeon’s domineering gaze, Jaehyun, trained to obey, finally relaxed. Gihyeon expertly inserted the needle into Jaehyun’s arm. Jaehyun flinched, his head dropping as he felt the sting. The transparent liquid in the syringe flowed into his body.
After ensuring every last drop was injected, Gihyeon pulled the needle out. The terrifyingly sharp needle left Jaehyun’s skin, making him shudder.
Gihyeon tossed the syringe aside and grabbed a 1.5-liter water bottle from the corner, handing it to Jaehyun. Jaehyun stared blankly at him.
“You have five minutes. Drink it all.”
Jaehyun glanced at Gihyeon, then clicked open the bottle cap. Holding the large bottle with both hands, he tilted it back, gulping down the water.
“Haa… ah…”
After drinking for a while, the water seemed endless. Jaehyun panted, his stomach sloshing uncomfortably. He gagged, his throat filled to the brim.
“Drink faster. Want me to force it down your throat?”
Gihyeon’s threatening tone made Jaehyun’s face crumple. He pressed the bottle to his lips again, squeezing his eyes shut as he forced himself to finish it. After finally emptying the bottle, he coughed, clutching his bloated stomach. The water sloshed inside, as if it might burst out.
“Hng…”
Gihyeon shook the empty bottle, then pulled a white plastic pill case from his pocket. He popped open the lid, taking out a few flat, white pills and forcing them into Jaehyun’s mouth. Jaehyun frowned, swallowing the pills dry, his throat bobbing.
“Ngh!”
After Jaehyun’s Adam’s apple moved, Gihyeon pinched his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. He stuck his fingers inside, probing roughly before pulling them out, satisfied that the pills were gone.
“Hng, ugh, w-woof…!”
“That was a diuretic. You’ll feel like your dick’s about to burst, but you’re not allowed to leak a single drop. Hold it in.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
