Extra 53: Disciplining the Male Slaves
"Hah...! Hah...!"
His breathing was ragged—but it wasn't the panting of pleasure he'd been drowning in until now. This was something else. Rage he'd been swallowing down, finally boiling over.
"Y-you bitches...!"
"Huh? What's with that look?"
He had no idea how high the sky was. Heat surged all the way to the crown of his skull.
"Fuck you, you goddamn bitches! I can't take this anym—!"
He tried to lunge to his feet—
Crrrk—!
An adult woman's weight crushed his face from above and another pinned his groin from below. There was no way he was getting up like that.
"Get your feet off me right now, you dog-shit bitches!"
He thrashed and flailed, and it accomplished absolutely nothing.
"No wonder they call you a dried-up sardine... skinny as hell and weak as shit..."
Both wrists were cuffed. After yesterday's ordeal and the torture-close agony stretching into this very moment, his stamina was already shot. Master didn't even need to lift a finger. The female masters had already cut him down on their own.
"H-hey! Lee Hyunwoo! Don't just lie there—say something, you fat pig!"
He couldn't do it alone, so he appealed to the friend sharing his fate—
"E-ehhh..."
That so-called friend was drooling, showing the whites of his eyes, and shaking like a leaf.
"W-what's wrong with you...?"
"Guess I didn't hold back enough."
The one who'd reduced Lee Hyunwoo to that state was Eunwoo's eldest sister, Jo Yeonwoo. She'd meant to keep them from charging in together with a sharp kick to the balls—but she'd apparently hit far too hard.
"Iiiih—!"
"Cool it. Keep that up and you're going to get your nose broken."
"Useless piece of shit!"
He left Lee Hyunwoo behind and turned instead toward far more reliable backup—the real adults watching from a distance with hollow, sunken eyes.
"Sirs! Are you just going to sit there?!"
"Are you really going to throw everything away just for a little pleasure?!"
It wasn't a speech Kim Minjun had any right to give. Compared to him—a kid barely starting out, with nothing to his name—
"Don't you care about everything you've built?! A happy family! Social recognition! All that wealth!"
Cho Cheolhyun, Lee Chulho, and Kim Sung-jin were alpha males who had clawed their way to enormous success.
"All the time and effort you poured into getting it—it's all gone to waste! Doesn't that make you furious?!"
He simply could not understand how men like that could hand over their families, their fortunes, every last right and scrap of pride they owned to another man.
"Is it because of your age? Dropping testosterone? That's just an excuse!"
Kim Minjun plugged every hole they might have crawled through before they could even try to rationalize it.
"Are you going to live like this until you die... treated worse than livestock?!"
It was almost a proper argument—cold logic wrapped around an appeal to feeling, trying to talk them back to their senses.
"..."
The three heads of household didn't answer. The light in their eyes had gone out long ago. If anything—
"Stop..."
"...What?"
"Don't insult Master..."
"This is... something we chose."
"...!"
They were defending the very man who had heaped humiliation on them and ruled them. Their will to fight Master had been broken a long time ago.
A satisfied smile spread across Master's face at the sight of slaves trained so thoroughly.
"Screaming like that won't do you any good."
Master, who had been listening in silence, finally stepped in.
"The uncles already got a taste."
"A taste? You mean pleasure? Even if they're sex-crazed, that's—! They even had the right to jerk off and cum taken away, and they still accept it...?!"
"That's not it, you moron."
Lust was not the whole reason they had surrendered to Master.
"Well, even if I told you, you'd never get it."
It was the vicious loneliness only successful people ever felt. The ones who held a household together became the pillar everyone else leaned on. But a patriarch had no one to lean on himself. That alone was crushing—and the more successful they were, the more they carried, until the number of people depending on them grew not just at home but out in the world as well.
Which was why the moment they stepped inside Master's fence—the moment they handed the steering wheel of their lives to someone else—they had felt a relief beyond anything else. It was the same principle that pulled people into religion.
"When I said they'd be grateful to me, that wasn't empty talk. They're genuinely overflowing with gratitude and loyalty, you know?"
Anyone who held the initiative and the power to decide was always alone. By handing that over, they set the burden of responsibility down.
They had accepted the happiness of livestock being managed. They had chosen a slave's happiness over the freedom of hell.
"W-what are you even talking about..."
It was a hard thing for a young adult to grasp. That was why he was still talking back like he didn't know how high the sky was.
"Anyway, you're pretty good with words, huh?"
The kind, serious explanation was over.
"That just now had some real appeal. If you used that same persuasion to beg me to spare you, it'd be pretty hot, wouldn't it? Hahaha."
Master picked up again in his usual light, cheerful tone.
"But Master... Minjun's pretty stubborn. Will he really submit that easily?"
Eunwoo let a little worry show as the situation refused to go the way they'd hoped—
"Doesn't matter."
Reassuring his slaves, as their leader and manager, was part of Master's job too.
"Watching someone break to pleasure is nice, but..."
A distinctly nasty smile carved itself across Master's face.
"Watching them break to overwhelming force is just as hot, lmao."
Master approached Kim Minjun with Jang Hyo-jin still in his arms.
Kim Ha-eun and Cho Yeona, who had been trampling him, stepped aside—
"W-wait..."
Kim Minjun read Master's intent a beat too late.
"Just a second...!"
He shouted after the fact.
The fear flooding Minjun's face only excited Master more. He and his female sank down together and crushed the insolent male bitch flat.
"Mmph...!"
He was already hyperventilating from how worked up he'd gotten—
"Get off—! Ghhk...!"
A thick, meaty ass swallowed his entire face, and his brain screamed for oxygen, wringing his lungs dry.
"Hahh...! Hahh...!"
He sucked in every scrap of air he could, and what came in was—
The body heat and sweat-smell of a thickset milf still flushed from violent sex with Master. And then—
I-it stinks...! ♡
Nothing but the strange scent pouring from between the split of her ass, the kind of smell that could wake up a taste he didn't want. Maybe it was even the sweet saliva-scent of Eunwoo clinging to it.
The oxygen he actually needed never arrived. His frontal lobe, goaded by female pheromones, dumped pleasure chemicals just to dull the burning pain. His prostate ached. His lower belly pulled tight. The cock that had been dying on him lurched back into heat.
No matter how angry he was, the body didn't lie. A complete disaster. A thoroughly pathetic sight.
Cho Yeona and Kim Ha-eun had already drifted in, jabbing Kim Minjun's cock with their toes.
"Oh my~ Where'd all that anger go~? Giving up already, Minjun? Hahaha."
"Either obey properly or resist to the end. What is this? No pride, no guts... exactly the kind of man I hate."
They carved his pride down with words, and at the same time they rubbed and smeared, offering pleasure like a carrot so he'd submit on his own. They were old hands at taming a dog that had bared its teeth.
Master, however, had already decided to govern the slave who'd thrown away his chance with violence.
The world spun. Up on Kim Minjun's face, Master and his cherished female locked into dense, clinging sex. Round two was being staged on a male slave's face.
Why is her ass this thick...!
For a second he hoped Jang Hyo-jin's enormous rear would act as a cushion and soak up the impact. Then the fat surged like a wave with every thrust, and that heavy mass shook Kim Minjun's brain.
Breasts every bit as huge as her ass mashed down on his solar plexus—but the sex was so powerful he couldn't even register the consolation prize.
Mmph...! Dizzy...!
"You were gonna get wrecked by Master anyway, so why'd you bare your teeth?"
"S-stop iiit...!"
He dribbled threats that didn't even register as speech.
"Too late. Once you bare your teeth..."
"You've got no choice but to have them pulled. ♡"
Of course it didn't land. The price for daring to talk back and try to beat Master was humiliating and brutal. Virgin losers who'd never even had sex with a woman had no chance against a Master who was devouring females and overflowing with life.
"Haaah...! Hnnngh...! ♡"
The female's frantic moans ringing out from on top of him—on top of him as a pedestal—felt like a public announcement of the gulf between him and Master.
Even so, he somehow refused to fold, twisting his whole body in an attempt to escape.
"Still clinging to your pride and fighting back..."
Stopping the wriggling worm was the females' job.
"Looks like Minjun's gotten pretty desperate~"
They'd called it an Orgasm Endurance Contest, then stopped him every time he tried to cum in the middle, pulling their hands away right at the edge and treating him like an idiot. Even a dog would be furious if you offered food and snatched it away.
But—
"Even so, putting your feelings first means you need to be punished hard."
To Master, they were less than dogs. If Master said no, they were supposed to shut up and say yes, sir. A moron who couldn't keep that rule—
Had no choice but to take a kick to the balls.
"Mmph...! Mmmmmph—!"
A scream that could have split eardrums tore out of him, but Jang Hyo-jin's flesh was already clamped down like natural soundproofing. The sound vanished into meat. His begging shriek was consumed as nothing more than another massage launchpad for her.
"Oh? Hyojin's pussy just clenched right up."
"T-that's... the pedestal's massage function... it tickles... ♡"
He might well have been drooling spit and snot and tears in a mess.
"H-huh...?"
Lee Hyunwoo came back to himself at some point. Then he watched his friend's end for talking back to Master, and terror flooded him. After the ball-kick he'd just taken, he could feel exactly how hideous that pain was.
"I-I'll be good...!"
He dropped his tail at once, frantically selling himself to Lee Euna and Jo Yeonwoo looking down at him. He was different. He was a good boy.
"Unlike Kim Minjun, I won't talk back to Master! I'll stay quiet and do whatever the female masters tell me!"
The way you collapse a team is to hit one of them with unequal treatment. A thoroughly vicious method. And it worked.
"I don't need sex or even to cum! Just being tormented is enough...!"
He still hadn't grasped his place, though—daring to demand a reward—
"Didn't you try to crawl up after your friend a minute ago?"
"N-no! I'm nothing like that moron!"
"Selling out your friend... no loyalty at all. Betrayal's in your bones, huh? You gonna stab our Eunwoo in the back later too?"
"Aaaah...!"
They wouldn't even accept a pure declaration of surrender.
W-well then what the hell am I supposed to do...!
A spike of unfairness surged up in Lee Hyunwoo.
"I can't leave Eunwoo with a guy who throws his friends away that easily..."
Jo Yeonwoo carefully stroked the cock of Eunwoo, whom she'd been holding beside her.
"What do you think, Eunwoo? Can you trust a piece of shit like this? If you don't like him, unnie will punish him and train him myself... until he'd give his life for you. ♡"
They tangled their tongues together, wet and clinging.
"Hehe... then... what should we do~ ♡"
The difference was brutally clear. Master was one thing—but Eunwoo, his friend, whose position wasn't all that different from his own, was soaking in luxury like that, and the unfairness sitting in Hyunwoo's gut came pouring out with it.
"E-Eunwoo...! Why does Eunwoo get to...!"
Why did Eunwoo get to mix tongues with Master's woman and even get a handjob?
The answer was simple. He'd already heard it. Eunwoo was pretty. And—
"Eunwoo's a female, you know? ♡"
Eunwoo was one of Master's cherished females too. Master's world was a thorough class society.
"So..."
A female slave like Eunwoo and male slaves like them were not the same rank.
"You don't get to~ ♡"
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
A moan of despair leaked from Lee Hyunwoo's mouth—and then it was over almost at once.
"Alright! I'm about to cum!"
Master and Jang Hyo-jin were hitting their climax.
"Nngh! Cum it all inside Hyojinnie! Fill me up with Master's babies!!! ♡"
"Mmph...! Mmph—!"
Kim Minjun's death rattle was the last of it.
"Then take every last drop—!"
"Haaah...! Yeeees—!!! ♡"
The two of them came together, nice and neat. Jang Hyo-jin's pussy, already packed full of semen, spat white fluid out around his cock. The thick, sticky load mixed with the female's juices and poured down over Kim Minjun's face.
And right after Master finished—
"Our Eunwoo... let's have a nice little spurt too, okay? ♡"
"Nngh...! N-unnie...! ♡"
With a cute female moan, Eunwoo came too, spraying semen all over Lee Hyunwoo's body.