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-------- Qi Xun knelt naked on the ground, his hands bound behind
his back with ropes, suspended by an iron chain hanging from the roof. His legs were fixed to the ground with iron rings, opening wide, clearly showing the wooden male object inserted into his anus. His fragile flower stem was tightly bound by thin ropes that cut deep into his flesh.
"Bald Eagle, how long has Qi Xun been hanging here?" the cult leader asked.
Bald Eagle, standing to the side, hurriedly and respectfully replied, "It's been five hours."
The cult leader smiled with satisfaction and said, "The show can begin."
Qiu Yifei saw that Qi Xun's eyes were closed and his face was contorted in pain. He felt a pang of pain in his heart. No one would feel good being suspended in this position for five hours, let alone Qi Xun, who was covered in wounds.
"Yifei, you must have never seen such a show before. Today, your teacher will open your eyes."
The cult leader continued to tease.
Bald Eagle played a short flute to summon the numbers one, two, three, four. The four muscular men, as usual, were completely naked, their faces filled with greedy lust, devoid of any humanity. "One, two in front, three, four behind," Bald Eagle commanded, brandishing his whip. "Qi Xun, today you're going to make each of them ejaculate five times. If you don't, you'll be sorry!"
Qi Xun nodded weakly, opening his mouth to suck on one of the men's penises. The man behind him pulled out a wooden male figurine and thrust his own penis in, beginning a violent pumping motion. The man in front grabbed Qi Xun's silver hair, forcefully pushing his penis in all the way to his throat before beginning a frenzied churning. Less than an incense stick's time later, the two men reached orgasm inside Qi Xun. They withdrew their penises, giving Qi Xun no time to catch his breath, and the other two men immediately took their place, roughly thrusting their penises into Qi Xun's body. Under the relentless assault of the four men, Qi Xun didn't even have a chance to groan. His mouth and intestinal walls were constantly being ravaged, while his penis was bound and unable to be freed. The suffocating pain caused his body to spasm in waves, yet he could only helplessly tremble weakly with each frenzied thrust.
Faced with this horrific scene, Qiu Yifei could barely hold his chopsticks. The cult leader, however, ate with relish, occasionally offering comments: "Bald Eagle, look at Qi Xun, isn't he about to ejaculate?" He pointed at Qi Xun's penis with his chopsticks.
Bald Eagle also noticed that although Qi Xun's penis was tightly bound and unable to achieve a normal erection, a few drops of milky white fluid had leaked from the tip under the constant gang rape of the four men. So the vulture took out a thin steel needle, grabbed Qi Xun's flower stem, and stabbed it hard into the glans. Then he stood aside with a strange laugh: "That way you won't ejaculate. After those four men ejaculated five times in Qi Xun's body, Qi Xun had already fainted from the torment." He's really getting more and more useless as he gets older! "The bald eagle cursed viciously, waving his hand to dismiss the others. He took a short, thick bamboo tube from the wall. He walked behind Qi Xun, lifted his thin waist, and slowly inserted the bamboo tube into his anus, which was already filled with semen and blood, leaving only a small portion sticking out. Then he ordered someone to bring a bucket of chili water, scooping some out with a porcelain bowl and pouring it down the end of the bamboo tube. After pouring in three or four bowls, he poured the remaining chili water from the bucket onto Qi Xun's open wounds. Surprisingly, the pain woke him up.
Watching Qi Xun groan and struggle in pain, the cult leader actually laughed out loud: 'Yifei, look at Qi Xun, he's just a toy, not even as good as an animal. Don't waste any more of the best wound medicine on Qi Xun in the future, he won't be able to handle it.'
Qiu Yifei was drenched in cold sweat, speechless. He regretted his momentary misplaced sympathy, which had only caused Qi Xun to suffer even more cruel torture." But it was too late for regrets now. Faced with such a ruthless cult leader, he knew that normal methods would be futile.
The cult leader's punishment wasn't over. He said in a commanding tone, "Yifei, I'll leave Qixun with you again tonight. You should have learned how to use the toy by now, right? Don't disappoint me." Then he ordered Bald Eagle, "Wash Qixun and bring him back." Qiu Yifei watched as two guards untied the ropes binding Qixun, skillfully removed the instruments of torture inserted into his body, and coldly dragged him outside. Not to the hot spring bath in the outer room, but to a blue stone platform outside the small building. Someone brought over four or five buckets of freshly drawn well water and poured it over Qixun's naked body. Although it wasn't the coldest part of winter, it was late autumn, and the well water, though clear, was icy cold. The guards diligently scrubbed Qi Xun's body with coarse cloths, meticulously cleaning him inside and out, seemingly oblivious to his gaping wounds, showing no sign of evasion. Blood and dirty water dripped incessantly down the bluestone platform.
Slave 2—
When the bald eagle returned, he carried an iron chain.
The other end of the chain was fastened to an iron ring tightly around Qi Xun's neck. Qi Xun was completely naked, his silver hair disheveled, crawling on his knees as the bald eagle led him into the room like livestock. Qi Xun's hands were bound behind his back with ropes, and his ankles were separated and fixed to the ends of a long iron bar with iron rings, preventing him from closing his legs. Crawling on his knees, his genitals were wide open. After bringing Qi Xun before the cult leader and Qiu Yifei, the bald eagle lifted the chain, raising Qi Xun's head and forcing his upper body upright. Qi Xun's sword wound on his right chest had mostly scabbed over, but several new, bright red gashes appeared on his inner thigh, chest, and back. Two small gold rings adorned each of his breasts, connected by thin gold chains. His pubic hair had been shaved, exposing his private parts to everyone. A gold ring was clearly visible at the base of his delicate flower stem, with fine, supple threads tightly binding the two red berries to it. A gold ring with a small bell pierced the tip of the stem, holding a steel needle inserted into its narrow opening. Another thin gold chain passed through the ring at the tip of the stem and connected to the chain between his breasts, pulling it taut and holding it high.
Perhaps due to being bound like this for a long time, the two nipples had turned a vibrant pink under the force. Qi Xun writhed uncomfortably from the torment of pain and desire, letting out low groans. His sensitive areas were constantly being stimulated, and his anus was slightly open, yearning for comfort.
Bald Eagle said, "Master, Qi Xun is already burning with lust after being tied up like this for just one day. He's a born lewd bastard. I guarantee he can be fucked for several hours without ejaculating, and he'll maintain this lewd state." "
Really?" There was a hint of doubt in the Master's tone. Bald Eagle bent down and grabbed Qi Xun's penis, kneading it forcefully a few times. "Master, look, the golden ring at the base is very tight. No matter how much you knead it, it won't swell. If he really wants to ejaculate, even with a steel needle plugging the tip, not a single drop will leak out."
Qiu Yifei was horrified, completely losing the ability to think.
The Master, however, was in high spirits and said, "This is truly a new trick. Just looking at it is exciting. Let's begin."
Bald Eagle played a short flute and summoned the numbers one, two, three, four. A muscular man grabbed the chain and pulled Qi Xun's head down to his crotch, pried open his mouth, and shoved his enormous penis inside, stirring it around. Two other men lay beneath Qi Xun; one licked Qi Xun's swollen nipples with his tongue, while the other skillfully teased Qi Xun's penis with his mouth. The remaining man rubbed his own penis until it hardened, then walked over to Qi Xun. The first man didn't pull his penis out of Qi Xun's mouth, but merely turned slightly to the side. The second man grabbed Qi Xun's silver hair with one hand and used the other to stretch Qi Xun's mouth as wide as possible, forcibly shoving his own penis inside. Two huge, hard penises ravaged Qi Xun's mouth, blood and murky semen constantly spilling from his mouth. Because his anus wasn't being comforted in time, and his sensitive areas were constantly teased but unable to find release, Qi Xun writhed in even greater pain.
"It seems even one, two, three, and four won't satisfy his lewd body," the cult leader chuckled sinisterly. "Bald Eagle, summon all the guards from the Pleasure House. Have each of them ejaculate in Qi Xun's mouth once. Let's see how long he can last."
Bald Eagle had the two men who were originally in Qi Xun's mouth move behind him and lick his slightly open anus with their tongues, but not penetrate deeply. Then he summoned all eighteen guards from the Pleasure House, lined them up, and had them take turns inserting their penises into Qi Xun's mouth, replacing one as soon as they reached orgasm. After all eighteen men had done it once, Qi Xun was covered in saliva, semen, and mottled blood mixed with sweat, and he had already fainted.
Bald Eagle picked up a bucket of salt water and poured it on Qi Xun. Qi Xun's weak body trembled painfully on the ground, emitting soft groans, but he was too weak to open his eyes.
The vulture took a rough-looking iron rod from the wall and thrust it hard into Qi Xun's anus. Qi Xun arched his back in pain, convulsing. As the rod was pushed in, blood gushed from Qi Xun's genitals. When the rod could go no further, the vulture gripped the end and began to stir it up and down and side to side inside Qi Xun's intestines. He took turns teasing him with his tongue and penis, and Qi Xun's groans gradually weakened. Blood coughed from his mouth, and his swollen penis was tightly constricted by the gold ring, digging deep into his flesh. The small bell at the end trembled with the spasms of his penis, making a crisp sound.
After stirring for a while, the vulture suddenly pulled the rod out of Qi Xun's body with a sudden force, mercilessly tearing the flesh and blood from his intestinal walls. Qi Xun fainted from the pain. The vulture kicked him hard in the ribs twice, and Qi Xun groaned twice before waking up in pain. Bald Eagle returned to Qi Xun's back and inserted the iron rod back into his anus. This time, with the lubrication of blood, it was much easier than before. After several thrusts with the iron rod, Qi Xun finally fell into a deep coma, and no amount of cruel methods could wake him up for a while.
Slave 3—
"Bald Eagle, bring Qi Xun in."
With the clanking of chains, Bald Eagle led Qi Xun into the room.
Qi Xun was still bound in the same position as a few days ago, his legs wide open, his private parts completely exposed. The gold rings and chains on his sensitive areas were still there, his breasts were swollen and red, and his penis was suspended high, with the steel needle still inserted at the tip. However, this time there were some more tricks than before. First, an iron ring was added to each of Qi Xun's thighs, leading to chains that connected to the iron rings at his ankles. The chains were short, preventing him from straightening his legs or standing up, but just enough to raise his buttocks for others to admire. Then one could see an iron rod, almost as thick as a wrist, inserted into Qi Xun's anus. The protruding part was connected to two thin iron chains. One chain passed through his waist from behind, its loops tightening around his hands, which were locked to an iron ring around his neck. The other chain first wrapped around his genitals several times, then circled his waist, finally securing it to a gold ring at the tip of his genitals. Thus, the iron rod was firmly fixed inside Qi Xun's body, constantly rubbing against his intestinal walls with each movement. Blood seeped from Qi Xun's genitals; it was unclear how long he had been tortured by this, but he groaned in agony with his eyes closed.
"Master, I know today is a special day. You come to the Pleasure House every year at this time, so I made special preparations in advance. Since the last performance, Qi Xun's chains have not been removed. I feed him half a bowl of thin porridge every day, and only remove the steel needle in the morning and evening to let him urinate. No one has been allowed to touch his mouth or anus. His whole body is washed three times a day, inside and out, to ensure he is clean." Bald Eagle introduced smugly, "Master, you see, Qi Xun's lower body has more than just an iron rod inserted. First, four glass beads were inserted and rubbed against the iron rod. Just the few steps he took to crawl here brought his lewd body to the extreme of pleasure.
Very good, you can go down now. Take the guards and retreat to a distance of ten feet. No one is allowed to approach without my summons, or they will be killed without mercy." The Master gave the order as usual. After the guards around had retreated to their designated positions, The cult leader took a key from his pocket, opened the iron gate to the closed stairwell, and, pulling on the chain around Qi Xun's neck, began to climb the stairs. Qi Xun, naked, knelt behind the cult leader, crawling laboriously. The bindings made each step feel like torture. The cult leader quickly reached the top. Although he was growing impatient and tightened his grip on the chain, he didn't forcefully drag Qi Xun up. Instead, he stopped at the top of the stairs, watching with amusement as Qi Xun painfully crawled upwards.
Just two or three steps from the second floor, Qi Xun's body reached its limit of pain. He could no longer hold on and collapsed unconscious on the stairs. Chi Jingfeng, however, coldly released the chain. Suddenly freed from the chain's pull, Qi Xun's unconscious body slid rapidly down the stairs. His naked skin and delicate genitals rubbed against the rough surface, the chain and bells clanging. Chi Jingfeng watched Qi Xun's body slide down the stairs... The stairs slipped and he fell, crashing heavily onto the first-floor floor. Only then did he slowly take two steps down, pick up the chain, and pull hard, dragging Qi Xun back upstairs.
The upper floor of Huanleju was decorated very differently from the lower floor, appearing exceptionally quiet and elegant. The walls were adorned with landscape, flower, and bird paintings by famous artists; several stacks of medical books were neatly arranged on a low table; writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were all readily available; and various bottles and jars, as well as a brazier and alchemy furnace, were placed on the floor, emitting a faint aroma of medicine—it was practically a medicine workshop. A small medicine workshop.
A man in blue robes knelt on the ground, originally tending to the alchemy furnace. Hearing the noise on the stairs, he turned his head towards the doorway. It was a breathtakingly beautiful face, exquisite features perfectly combined, a poignant and dreamlike beauty. He was only twenty, yet his eyes held a world-weary, indifferent gaze, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life. His long, flowing hair was silver-white. He didn't stand up, for the tendons in his legs had long been destroyed. He used his hands to support himself as he slowly turned around. His hands were as thin as bones, his thumbs severed at the base. Two iron chains pierced his shoulder blades, firmly fixing him to the roof beams. The chains' limited length confined his movements entirely indoors. "Senior brother, I've come to see you." Chi Jingfeng walked straight to the man in blue, striking his pressure points to immobilize him completely. Then, he forcefully kissed those pale lips. "You're becoming more and more captivating. The secret to eternal youth—why did Master only pass it on to you?"
"Feng, eternal youth comes at a very high price. You can never afford that price, which is why Master didn't choose you," the man in blue said calmly.
"To swear by severing my thumbs and never learn the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique, to make myself forever unable to wield a sword—I certainly won't pay such a price," Chi Jingfeng laughed proudly.
The man in blue didn't answer. He sneered inwardly: Feng, you'll never understand what that price is.
Do you remember what day it is today? I brought Qi Xun. Chi Jingfeng pulled the iron chain in his hand, dragging Qi Xun's naked body in front of the man in blue. He raised the chain, forcing Qi Xun's upper body to stand upright. Chi Jingfeng kicked Qi Xun's fragile flower stem with his boot and laughed, "Senior brother, look, Qi Xun has grown another year older. But he's still just like you, only able to crawl on the ground."
The man in blue seemed to be used to this brutal scene, but remained silent with inexplicable emotions flashing in his eyes.
Chi Jingfeng used his hand to press several acupoints on Qi Xun to wake him up, then picked up his silver hair and played with it in his hand: "Qi Xun, are you feeling unwell? Serve me well with your mouth later, and it will make you feel better." Then he turned to ask the man in blue, "Where is that aphrodisiac you made last time?" The man in blue looked at a small white porcelain bottle beside him.
Chi Jingfeng took the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, pried open Qi Xun's mouth, and fed it to him.
The man in blue was horrified: "Feng, that drug can keep a person burning with lust all night long, and it won't subside until dawn. If you give it to Qi Xun, his body won't be able to handle it."
"If I don't give it to him, am I going to give it to you?" Chi Jingfeng pulled over a low table, swept the books off the table, sat on it, unzipped his trousers, and shoved his penis into Qi Xun's mouth. Qi Xun knelt on the ground, his head buried between Chi Jingfeng's legs, sucking desperately. The drug gradually took effect, and Qi Xun's originally pale skin flushed an unusual red. Combined with the restraints on his sensitive areas, he writhed uncomfortably, unable to find relief.
The iron rod and the glass beads inside his body rubbed against his fragile intestinal walls with each movement, blood flowing from his anus. The penis in his mouth pressed tightly against his throat, churning and rubbing against his oral cavity, causing him unbearable pain. Qi Xun let out weak groans.
Chi Jingfeng ignored his suffering, only using his penis to ravage Qi Xun's mouth. He glanced at the blue-robed man who had closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight: "Senior brother, look at Qi Xun's lewdness, even more so than you were back then."
"You're utterly inhuman," the blue-robed man finally managed to squeeze out after a long pause.
"Alright, Senior Brother, what's so special about this? Let's talk about something serious," Chi Jingfeng said. "You said a year ago you were going to develop a 'Devotion Gu,' I wonder if there's any progress?"
"Almost there, it should be ready in another three to five days."
"Great, that'll come in handy."
"But this Gu is hard to come by, and it's still in the experimental stage, only enough for one person."
"One person is enough." Chi Jingfeng smiled strangely.
"You're not going to use it on Qi Xun again, are you?" the man in blue asked worriedly.
"You're half right. I do want someone to be devoted to him."
"You have this concern?" the man in blue asked incredulously. "I've said it before, those afflicted with this 'Devotion Gu' will be consumed by lust every midnight, needing to have intercourse with a specific person for an hour to quell it. At first, they can endure it for a day or two without it, but as the Gu afflicts them longer, they have no choice but to have intercourse every day.
If that specific object of intercourse leaves or dies, the afflicted person will eventually die from their unreleased lust, their meridians bursting."
"What a miraculous medicine! It's perfect for that person." Chi Jingfeng became increasingly delighted, and burst into loud laughter.
The man in blue fell silent. His body was restrained, unable to move, his eyes tightly closed, silent like a lifeless puppet.
After more than half an hour, Chi Jingfeng's penis still showed no signs of erection. Although it had become somewhat swollen from being rubbed by Qi Xun's mouth, he couldn't reach orgasm. Angrily, he kicked Qi Xun away, cursing, "What a useless thing!" Qi Xun was kicked to the side, his naked body trembling with fear and pain. He struggled to his feet, wanting to crawl back between Chi Jingfeng's legs to continue his work, begging for his master's forgiveness. Chi Jingfeng, however, suddenly stood up, grabbed a candlestick, heated the iron needle at the end in the brazier until it was red-hot, and stabbed it viciously into Qi Xun's body.
The red-hot needle pierced the flesh, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh, and Qi Xun let out a miserable groan.
Chi Jingfeng didn't stop, using the iron needle to repeatedly stab Qi Xun's vulnerable and sensitive areas: buttocks, inner thighs, ribs, armpits, chest and abdomen… each stab was cruel and merciless. Qi Xun writhed on the ground in agony, his groans growing weaker and weaker until he was too weak to struggle any longer and collapsed unconscious.
Chi Jingfeng coldly sneered as he stepped on Qi Xun's genitals, forcefully grinding his bound, fragile penis. The bell at the tip jingled weakly for a moment, but Qi Xun remained unresponsive. Chi Jingfeng had no choice but to bend down, lift Qi Xun's buttocks, grasp the iron rod inserted into his anus, and forcefully push it in and pull it out. A piercing pain shot through his genitals, jolting Qi Xun awake. He groaned, but before he could react, the iron rod inside him began to violently churn.
"Feng, you're no good down there, but your nipples are quite nice," the man in blue suddenly mocked.
Chi Jingfeng flew into a rage, slapping the man in blue to the ground. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of the man in blue's mouth, yet he smiled, a seductive smile, his eyes filled with venomous mockery: "It's a pity you don't trust me, afraid I'll harm you, and never take the medicine I concocted for you. In the end, you're the one who suffers."
"One should always be wary of others. Especially since I crippled your legs and imprisoned you here, you must hate me to the bone and want to find a way to get revenge. How could I dare take your medicine?" Enraged, Chi Jingfeng lost interest, pulling the chains and dragging Qi Xun back downstairs. He didn't see the man in blue's smug smile after he relocked the iron gate. The man
in blue's smile wasn't just because Chi Jingfeng had angered him, but because of a secret hidden in his heart for nearly sixteen years. Every year on the third day of the eleventh lunar month, Chi Jingfeng would come to see him, always bringing Qi Xun, because that day was Qi Xun's birthday. Chi Jingfeng would humiliate and torture Qi Xun in front of him before leaving. But Chi Jingfeng could never have imagined that every time he left, the man in blue would laugh, so happily and triumphantly. Chi Jingfeng dragged Qi Xun out of the pleasure house, then flung the iron chain at him and threw Qi Xun into the pond in the courtyard. He secured the chain to a large tree nearby, its length just enough so that Qi Xun's mouth and nose were above the water to breathe, while his entire body was submerged in the icy water.
Fine snowflakes drifted down from the sky; winter had come unusually early, and part of the pond had already begun to freeze.
Soon, a layer of frost covered Qi Xun's hair, and the flush on his face from the drug's effects faded under the sudden cold, his lips turning bluish-purple.
Chi Jingfeng had only intended to soak Qi Xun's body in the cold water for a while to wear off the aphrodisiac, but if he continued like this, Qi Xun would likely freeze to death before the drug wore off. His senior brother's drug was indeed potent; it seemed he could only wait until dawn. However, if Qi Xun's lust was not relieved, he might die. He didn't want Qi Xun to die so soon; it wouldn't be fun if he died. So he untied the chains, shook his hand, and pulled Qi Xun out of the pool, throwing him on the ground. He called over Bald Eagle and said, "Call One, Two, Three, and Four over and give Qi Xun's lustful body a good sedation. Remember not to go too far. I have something to do with Qi Xun in a few days." After giving the order, he turned and left the bamboo garden.
After the cult leader left, Bald Eagle checked Qi Xun's condition and found that he might have taken some kind of strong aphrodisiac. If he didn't get relief, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on. So he first removed the steel needle from Qi Xun's flower stem, then removed the gold ring at the base of the flower stem, and then slowly pulled out the iron rod inserted into his secret place. As soon as the iron rod was removed, four glass beads the size of longan slid out of his body along with the blood. Such a simple action was too much for Qi Xun's fragile body, which had been restrained for too long, to bear. A stream of milky white liquid shot out from the tip of his flower stem.
Lying naked on the ground, Qi Xun's body was still wet, chilled to the bone by the cold wind. The drugs still in his system, combined with his injuries, caused him to writhe uncomfortably, yearning for comfort.
The vulture played a short flute, summoning One, Two, Three, Four, two in front and two behind, taking turns inserting their penises into Qi Xun's mouth and genitals. Qi Xun's sensitive areas were constantly stimulated by friction, and his penis, now freed from its restraints, brought him to orgasm again and again. However, due to the previous excessive abuse and now this inhuman torture, his weak body couldn't withstand it. At first, weak moans could be heard, but later he fell into a deep coma, like a lifeless puppet, trembling beneath One, Two, Three, Four, in sync with the frenzied rhythm.　 [The
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