The locked-up man

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My genitals have been bound by a chastity belt for three whole years. In those three years, I haven't ejaculated once, haven't had a single orgasm. Just a few months ago, my master, through near-deception, completely rendered me incapable of erection. Now I no longer suffer from the inability to achieve a full erection; in fact, this cold cage seems too large for my utterly limp penis.

My master's deception deeply affected me. I never imagined that, in addition to forcing me into long-term abstinence, she would psychologically castrate me, turning me into a fake man who could only survive through fantasies. This fact utterly destroyed my will and mind. From then on, I was in a daze, completely lost.

Even if my master ordered me to squat and urinate in public, I would obey without feeling anything amiss. I spent each day in this daze, doing all sorts of filthy and perverse things according to my master's commands, enduring all kinds of lewd and degrading treatment.

My memory has severely deteriorated. I have no recollection of my life before being imprisoned by my master, and I'm gradually losing track of what happened afterward. I even have a vague feeling that I might have been born to be my master's slave, that my little penis was locked from the very beginning, that I've never experienced an orgasm, and that my body was never capable of ejaculation.

This state of confusion lasted for an unknown amount of time, until one day, everything changed completely.

It seems like it was that day. I vaguely remember that it was snowing heavily outside the window that day, and I was staring blankly at the snowflakes when my master came over, stroked my head, and asked with a smile, "Such a beautiful snow scene, doesn't it remind you of anything?" I tried my best to search my rusty brain for something, but it was all in vain, and I could only shake my head blankly.

"Do you remember, there's someone whose name seems to have the character 'snow' in it?" My master was still smiling, looking into my eyes.

A snowflake drifted in from the window and landed on my chest, the chill making me shiver.

"It seems you still remember her." A hint of sadness crept into the master's smile, and he sighed softly.

"It's been over three years since we parted; it's time for you two to meet again."

With that, the master blindfolded me and led me out of the room.

I don't know how long I sat in the car, how many rooms we passed, or how many steps we climbed. When the blindfold was removed, I found myself in a spacious basement, dimly lit overhead, dark and damp all around. A glass wall separated the empty room in two; the other side of the wall was also dimly lit, creating an eerie atmosphere.

After a while, my eyes adjusted to the light, and I saw that on the other side of the transparent glass wall, there was only a bed with a few chairs beside it. A completely naked woman, wearing a leather hood, lay on her back on the bed, her features completely obscured. Five men surrounded her, also completely naked, one of whom was standing between the woman's legs, vigorously thrusting.

The woman's skin was smooth and fair, covered in sweat as if coated with oil, gleaming brightly. She was voluptuous, her large breasts jiggling with each thrust, milk occasionally trickling from her erect nipples. Her abdomen was high and swollen, with faint blue veins visible around her navel, clearly indicating she was about to give birth. With each brutal thrust, moans echoed through the dark basement through her mask.

The four men nearby, some standing lazily, others sitting leisurely smoking, their genitals drooping and covered in sticky fluid, wore lewd smiles as they chatted and pointed at the woman on the bed.

"Haven't seen anything like this in a long time, have you?" the master turned to me, a bright smile on his face. She bent down, looked at my genitals, and then continued laughing, "Little thing, are you getting a reaction? Want to see more clearly?"

Before I could react, my master led me out of the basement, around in a large circle, and into another door. Once inside, I realized this was the other side of the curtain wall I'd seen earlier.

"Hi, my friend here likes to watch live," my master greeted the five men with a smile, as if they were old friends. "He hasn't ejaculated in over three years, I've kept him locked up. Today I brought him to see live porn."

The four men stared at the chastity belt on my genitals for a while, then burst into laughter. One of them came over, led me to the woman's side, and said, laughing, "Kneel here and watch carefully, see what a real penis is for. Hopefully, after being locked up for so long, you still remember that sex exists."

Then the four men and my master laughed loudly again.

The ear-piercing laughter finally subsided after a long while. The woman ignored me kneeling beside her and began chatting with the four men. The conversation gradually became lewd and obscene. Before long, one of the men slipped his rough fingers inside her tight underwear, stirring and fiddling with it. Another man grasped his growing penis and rubbed it against her nipples and thighs. The woman's eyes were half-closed, emitting weak moans, and the entire basement was filled with a decadent atmosphere.

I knelt beside the woman's legs, watching blankly as the muscular man thrust his penis into her vagina again and again. He glanced at me sideways, a smirk playing on his lips, and then suddenly increased the force of his thrusts. The woman let out a cry of pain, and a pale yellow liquid gushed from her vagina.

"This slut actually peed!" someone shouted.

I remained staring, mesmerized at the woman's wet, sticky vulva, a place utterly ruined and a pitiful sight. Her entire vulva was covered in the man's semen, and swollen and distended from the large penis inside. Her bright red vulva opened and closed like a carp's mouth, the labia minora protruding above the labia majora due to engorgement, tightly gripping the base of the penis. The thick labia flipped back and forth with each thrust.

The muscular man didn't stop, continuing his vigorous thrusting. The woman was clearly in a state of extreme arousal, but didn't seem to have reached orgasm. Her body was tense, writhing helplessly, emitting low, animalistic moans. Milk gushed from her nipples like a spring, flowing down her body.

"You still haven't recognized an old acquaintance," the mistress said indifferently, now standing before me. "Looks like your brain is indeed rusted."

With that, she reached out and pulled the woman's nipples upwards, revealing an incredible length to her breasts. I stared blankly at the abnormally large breasts, suddenly noticing a brown mole on one of them.

My brain exploded. The mole was like a high-explosive bomb, blasting open long-frozen memories. Countless past events flashed before my eyes like a speeding train. My head throbbed with excruciating pain.

"She...she is actually..." My tongue was frozen, barely able to speak: "She...she is..."

"She's your beloved wife whom you haven't seen for over three years." The master smiled at me as he tore off the mask covering the woman's head. "Havingn't seen her for so many years, shouldn't you say hello?" Five men and a woman laughed wildly beside me.

It was a face ravaged beyond recognition. Her mouth, nose, tongue, and eyebrows were all pierced with rings, and two engorged penis patterns were tattooed on her cheeks. Although one could still vaguely discern the familiar features of the past between her brows and eyes, at this moment, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she exuded a morbidly unsatisfied lust.

I moved closer to her and stammered, "You...you...do you remember me?" Her beautiful eyes stared at me blankly, tears welling in the corners, her chest heaving. She gazed at me for a moment, then, as if using all her strength, she uttered a hoarse voice from her throat: "Fuck me, fuck me hard."

"I...I'm your husband...your loving husband, you...look at me closely..." "Fuck me, please...fuck me hard."

"What's wrong with you...they...what did they do to you..." I shook her shoulders frantically, like a madman.

"Fuck me...fuck me...I'm so itchy..."

I turned my head and glared angrily at my mistress. This evil woman had turned me into this state, and she still hadn't spared my wife!

"You must be very angry." My mistress didn't seem surprised by the anger in my eyes. She sighed, shook her head, and her tone was full of contempt. "I love how you are now. You're heartbroken and devastated. After three years of abstinence, you've become an impotent cripple, while your wife has become a complete slut. I love it, I really love it."

"As for how we treated your wife these past three years," she paused, then continued in an indifferent tone, "to put it simply, she was treated the exact opposite of you. For three years, your desires were restricted every moment, no erections, no orgasms, not a single ejaculation. But your wife was constantly in a state of lust and orgasm." "Like you

, I gave your wife aphrodisiacs every day, and of course, I injected her with large doses of potent lactation stimulants. Look how large her breasts are now, her nipples are almost an inch long when erect, and milk spills out at the slightest touch, just like a milk goat." As she spoke, a lewd smile spread across the master's face.

"I must admit, when we first started taking care of your wife, she was quite dignified. She was very patient; ordinary sexual arousal seemed to have little effect on her. She truly had a strong will back then." The master lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and continued in a detailed manner: "Therefore, we had to inject her with a large dose of aphrodisiacs, and after that, the situation quickly changed." "

It should be said that the most fundamental reason is that your wife is, after all, still a woman. Any normal woman, after taking an aphrodisiac, will feel heat in her breasts, and experience unbearable itching around her nipples and vulva. When the drug takes effect, mucus will involuntarily flow out, gradually bringing her to a state of arousal. Especially later, milk will be secreted in large quantities, causing her mammary glands to swell extremely, thus giving her an uncontrollable sexual desire and plunging her into an uncontrollable state of arousal."

"It was about six months after she was locked up, after a long period of sexual deprivation, that I let a man have sex with your wife for the first time. The scene was very exciting. Your wife became the most slutty slut I had ever seen. That night she took down one man after another, and I had to find five more men to fuck her. From then on, her wet and sticky vagina was always filled with penises of different sizes and thicknesses going in and out.

From then until now, for three whole years, almost every day, all kinds of men have come to fuck her. Sometimes the gang rape would last for a long time, and we had to use a breast pump to express some milk from her breasts for those men to drink, so that they would have enough energy to fuck your wife."

"During her ovulation period, we give her special care. At this time, I find some strong, large-penis black men to gang rape her. Black men are indeed very sexually capable; they are like tireless perpetual motion machines, each going at it for hours. While your wife is experiencing ecstasy, she is also successfully injected with vigorous sperm. It's quite interesting to have sex with men of different skin colors and give birth to their children. In the past three years, your wife has given birth to four such children. These dark-skinned babies are very cute, but their skin color will be your eternal shame. It will constantly remind you that your wife is full of lust, that she has to be fucked by other men to achieve satisfaction, and that she gave birth to children because of it. She is an absolute whore."

"Look," the master said, pointing to his wife's swollen belly, laughing, "she is pregnant again.

But this time it wasn't those black men who did it. Seven months ago, we found a thirteen-year-old street thug to have sex with your wife. We wanted to see if such a young boy could impregnate your wife, and now it seems he really did."

"Now, your wife has become a promiscuous bitch. Any man, if he wants, can insert his penis into her vagina and ejaculate inside. He can do it for as long as he wants, and if it goes on too long, he can drink her breast milk to replenish his energy. Your wife no longer has a normal human mind; her mind is filled only with lust. Apart from constantly begging others to fuck her, she hasn't uttered a complete sentence in a long time. Due to long-term overdose of various aphrodisiacs, her vagina is always covered with sticky lustful fluid, and her breasts are constantly secreting thick milk. Now, she is in the agony of extreme sexual hunger every minute. One or two hours of sex is not enough to bring her to orgasm. Only continuous, non-stop thrusting all night long can slightly relieve her pain."

"Gang rape, pregnancy, childbirth, more gang rape, more pregnancy, more childbirth, and so on, over and over again." The master stared into my eyes, saying each word clearly, "This is your wife's past, present, and future life." His words made me dizzy, my chest burning with pain, and a surge of grief and anger overwhelmed me. I screamed, trying to get up and rush towards this evil woman, when suddenly I felt a heavy blow to the back of my head, and then I knew nothing more.

When I woke up, I found myself still in this basement. The scorching white light stung my eyes. I was tightly bound to a chair, unable to move. Several men surrounded a naked woman, one of them having sex with her. The woman was moaning ecstatically. Two large penises were tattooed on her face, and her body was covered with various erotic paintings. Two thin, transparent tubes were attached to her long nipples, from which streams of milk were being sucked. I suddenly noticed that the woman's flat abdomen was covered with deep grooves, scars or something else, but it looked grotesque and terrifying.

"You're finally awake." A seductive woman looked at me, her voice gentle and delicate, her face full of relief. She came over, untied the ropes binding me, gently patted my head, and suddenly changed to a cold tone, saying, "Crawl over there, you idiot." I didn't know why I listened to this woman, but I felt my limbs instinctively crawl towards the woman who had been gang-raped, my mind blank.

"Feed this to that woman." The seductive woman handed me a bowl filled with a milky white paste that smelled strange.

I took the bowl blankly and used a spoon to feed the woman. Her body swayed with the thrusting of the man's penis. She panted excitedly as she eagerly swallowed the somewhat disgusting-looking stuff, as if she were savoring the most delicious delicacy in the world.

"Hmm, very good. Now put that basin on the ground and pee in it," the sexy woman commanded me again.

I obediently squatted down, and the golden urine flowed into the basin, clattering. Inadvertently, I noticed a photograph in the basin; the woman in the photo smiled radiantly, and seemed vaguely familiar. I tried to recall something, but couldn't remember anything. I looked down at the photograph again; through the amber urine, everything in the photo appeared yellowed and ancient, as if it happened millions of years ago.

"It seems you really have forgotten everything," the sexy woman said with a smug expression. "You just gave your wife three times the dose of aphrodisiac and left your urine on her photograph. It seems you really have forgotten everything."

Saying this, she leaned down and kissed my forehead with her bright red lips, whispering, "You two can live happily ever after again. I wish you happiness." [The End

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