Cold Desire

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Prologue

The leaves outside the window rustled and swayed, the October sunlight filtering through the flickering shadows, dappling
the room . The trembling light fell to the ground, swaying in the wind.

I shivered, completely naked, the cold sensation from my lower body making me nauseous. I reached down to
my crotch, finding it wet and sticky. Beneath the slime was a cage, cold and hard. In my hazy consciousness
, I suddenly realized that this male chastity belt, called CB3000, had been on me
for two whole years.

The cold wetness in my lower body made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I raised my hand, staring blankly at the slime in my palm. This slime
was the pre-ejaculate from my penis, a mixture of my master's urine from the previous night, emitting a translucent sheen and
a pungent, erotic odor. My master had recently taken to this—leaving a puddle of urine between my legs, letting me feel her warm body temperature
through the cold cage, letting me spend the night in this foul-smelling liquid.
To be honest, being doused with urine wasn't pleasant. The warm liquid soaked the chastity belt, much of it
flowing into the cage and soaking my poor little penis. The chilly autumn wind blew across the cold floor at night,
and before long, the skin below my abdomen would feel cold, making it hard to fall asleep.

But that wasn't the worst part. For a while, my mistress liked to put her worn
underwear over my head before I fell asleep, the crotch smeared with various secretions right in front of my nose. With three or five pairs
of underwear over my head, and two or three pairs of pantyhose on top, I would spend entire nights struggling to breathe, inhaling my
mistress's pungent feminine scent. Several times, I almost felt like I was suffocating, but I
would always wake up painfully at dawn, surprised to find that I was still alive.

Due to frequent use of strong aphrodisiacs, coupled with long-term abstinence, my memory and thinking had
deteriorated significantly . Especially when desire strikes, I often fall into a deep daze, and recently these dazes have become
more and more frequent, and each one lasts longer and longer. At these times, countless lewd fantasies
grow wildly in my mind like weeds. Looking at my tightly locked penis, watching it convulse painfully in the cage
, I feel that nothing in this world could be more blissful than a satisfying ejaculation. However,
I can't even achieve the most basic erection; wearing this evil device, I can never
transform mental excitement into physical pleasure.

I. Thirst

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground brought me back to reality from my reverie. My master had arrived. I quickly
scrambled up from the floor and knelt quietly.

"How did you sleep last night?" my master asked.

I didn't dare look up, my eyes fixed on my master's three-inch heels, and answered tremblingly, "Fine, Master."

My master gave a soft, noncommittal hum and reached for the cage beneath my abdomen.

"Ah, it's still so wet. Does your useless little penis still try to get erect from time to time?" The master's
tone was full of sarcasm, as if he was asking me to verify something completely unbelievable.

"Yes, Master," I answered honestly, "The thought of my
little brother me unbearably excited, and my desire drives
me crazy. I really want to ejaculate."

"Stop tormenting yourself, and stop hoping for things that are impossible," Master interrupted
me. "I've told you before, you don't deserve a man's pleasure. Confining your genitals
isn't to torture you, it's what you deserve."

"But, but I really can't take it anymore," I pleaded, "Please, just let me release this once
."

"Oh? Tell me, just how much do you want to ejaculate right now?"

"I feel like I'm constantly burning with desire, my balls are always on fire
," I almost prostrated myself on the ground, desperately pleading, "I beg you, please, Master, I
want . I can't take it anymore. Please, please let me be free!"

"You've truly disappointed me." The master's deep voice was clearly tinged with anger. "I never imagined that after
so long, you would still harbor such foolish thoughts, would still make such an outrageous request of me.
You will pay the price for this. I will make you truly realize how absurd ejaculation is to you."

With that, the master bent down, removed the cage from the penis, then bent down and pulled off the light gray
stockings on his legs, pointing the toe of the stocking towards the glans, covering the penis and testicles with the entire stocking
. He then secured the stocking with the chastity belt's buckle. Thus, my entire lower body was tightly wrapped in the stockings. The released penis instantly swelled,
pressing against the toe of the stocking, the fluid from the glans quickly soaking the stocking. The erect penis stood proudly erect, trembling
with excitement.

The mistress sat down beside me, and after admiring her masterpiece for a while, she leisurely
commanded me: "Lie down, lie face down. Press your glans against the floor."

I blindly followed her instructions, completely unaware of what awaited me next.

"Twist your hips, like making love, rub your glans against the floor."

Following her command, I obediently rubbed my stocking-covered glans against the cool floor. Waves of stimulation
and pleasure surged from my lower body, causing a tremor within me that spread along my spine to my numb
brain.

"Is it comfortable?" The mistress wore a teasing smile, seemingly very interested in everything.

"Mmm... Mistress, it feels so good... Mmm... Thank you for allowing me to do this..." I closed my
eyes slightly, writhing my body ecstatically, completely immersed in the wonderful pleasure. I could even feel
the copious amount of fluid secreting from my glans, accompanied by a long-awaited surge of intense excitement. This fluid lubricated my stockings and the floor, and waves of tingling sensations
spread throughout my body from my penis; orgasm seemed imminent.

Just as I felt myself about to reach the clouds and experience my first ejaculation in two years, I suddenly felt someone
kick me hard in the groin from behind. A burst of pain shot through my testicles, making it hard to breathe. I collapsed
to the ground, the sound of my master's unrestrained laughter ringing in my ears.

I struggled to open my eyes and found my mistress standing behind me. She laughed and said,
"That kick was just a warm-up. Now lie down again and keep rubbing your glans against the floor."

My mind went blank as I repeated the same actions. Two years of abstinence had made my genitals extremely sensitive;
it didn't take long for my penis to become hard as iron again. Like a male beast in heat, I panted and writhed.
But just as I was about to reach climax, my mistress's sexy, beautiful right foot kicked my groin hard once more.
With a scream, the intense pain made my vision blur, and my penis shrank back to a limp state, completely devoid of
excitement.

"Get up and keep rubbing the floor."

...

I don't know how much time passed. After two years of complete abstinence, this game of intertwined excitement and pain had
thoroughly ravaged my penis and testicles. Through the tightly wrapped stockings, my penis continuously leaked a thin
, sticky fluid, dripping onto the floor like ejaculation.

"Still want to ejaculate so much?" A cruel and wicked smile played on the master's face. "If so,
we can continue. We can even do this every day until you stop thinking about this
stupid thing called ejaculation."

"No, no, Master," I gasped softly, "I never want to ejaculate again."

"Very good." The master looked directly into my eyes. "Now answer my questions. If the answers satisfy me,
I can consider stopping this game. Of course, you know I'm very reluctant to stop."

"Why is your little penis locked up by me?"

"Because I don't deserve to enjoy a man's pleasure."

"Will you still fantasize about reaching orgasm, fantasize about ejaculating?"

"No, ejaculation is a stupid and ridiculous thing for me."

"Will your little penis still get excited often in the future, always wanting to try to get erect?"

"...No, maybe...no."

"It's a pity you answered the last question wrong," the master said with a smile. "A
penis that's been locked up for two years, a penis that hasn't been released for a moment, how could it not try to get erect again? You were probably thinking about
what kind of answer I wanted to hear. Now I'll tell you, only an honest answer will satisfy me."

The master stood up and said, "Now stick out your tongue and kiss my foot carefully. It was this
foot that just kicked your useless testicles and penis so hard. Kiss it, worship it, because it was it that prevented your
orgasm, that prevented you from ejaculating. Express your love for it in the most despicable way; perhaps this will make you realize
how lewd and vile your desires are."

The master's words were full of humiliation and mockery, like a catalyst, igniting the lust within me. I passionately
kissed the master's high heels, carefully licking away every speck of dust. The glossy black leather before me
was as precious to me as the master's skin.

As I passionately kissed her feet, my mistress said leisurely, "It was this foot that
kicked your genitals countless times, causing you unbearable pain, preventing you from experiencing even
a moment of release after being forced into abstinence for two years. And it was this foot that, after inflicting endless pain, commanded you
to kiss it with utmost reverence. You showed no aversion or resistance to any of this; instead, you accepted it passively.
This shows you can't be considered a man with normal desires. A man without normal desires doesn't deserve
normal release. Do you agree?"

"Yes… Mistress…" I sobbed, kissing her feet, "...I
shouldn't ejaculate like a normal man…"

"Very good. Perhaps you can now understand your destiny more deeply." The master continued in a hypnotic tone
, "Your desires are far too perverse. Any attempt to correct them is futile,
and letting you indulge in normal sex is like drinking poison to quench your thirst. The only way is to
completely imprison your filthy genitals with a chastity belt, preventing your meaningless erections and ejaculation. This
will completely release the true, perverse desires deep within you. So you must understand that ejaculation and orgasm
are not what you truly want; your desire for orgasm was nothing but a ridiculous illusion."

"Commanding you to kiss my feet actually has profound symbolic and ritualistic significance." The master paused for a
moment, then continued, "You must learn to genuinely love and worship everything that destroys you, torments you, and imprisons you."
"Things that restrain
urine that release your true desires. These things are full of sexual innuendo, lewd and obscene. You are
surrounded by them all day long, they stimulate your sexual desire every moment, yet you can't even
achieve the most basic erection and excitement. This is the life you truly want."

My master's words made me dizzy, completely unaware of where I was. Suddenly, I found my cheeks were covered with tears
, but I didn't know why they came from—was it pain, sorrow, emotion, or happiness?

"Alright, now let's plan for the future." My master looked at me absentmindedly, a half-smile on his face, and
slowly said, "In order to completely release your desires, I have decided that for the next three months, we
will repeat today's game every day."

II. Obsession

I am a tall, beautiful woman with strong desires. I like femdom games and
revealing, sexy clothing. Fortunately, I possess a deeply submissive and loyal male slave.

Two years ago, I began keeping him. Since then, I've used a chastity belt called CB3000
to bind his genitals. For two years, except for necessary cleaning and disinfection, this chastity belt has never
been removed from his penis. During this time, I have consistently used various obscene, perverse, and even filthy methods to tease and
arouse his sexual desire, damaging his normal physiological functions and personality, but never allowing him to reach orgasm. Therefore, he is
constantly in a state of extreme hunger and pain due to unfulfilled desire. Through my successful manipulation, compared to other men…
Its libido has strayed further and further from normal, its sense of shame has greatly diminished, and its awareness of personality and dignity
has become increasingly blurred.

For the past year, I've frequently used worn stockings to cover its penis, ordering it to rub
that poor little thing frantically on the floor. Then, just as it's about to ejaculate, I kick its groin
a few times, repeating this process. This game lasts four or five hours each time, and I enjoy it immensely, almost
to the point of being addicted, while it suffers terribly. Most importantly, through this prank-like
torture, my slave has now accepted and acknowledged a crucial point: it is an
incurable, perverted idiot, its penis can only be permanently locked up, and only by remaining sexually frustrated and
unable to ejaculate can it obtain true pleasure.

The previous methods of humiliation and torture continued, such as smearing its genitals with my
urine , covering its head with underwear and stockings soaked in my bodily fluids, regularly
administering large doses of aphrodisiacs, and replacing its drinking water with my urine. In the past year,
to further and more comprehensively enslave my slave to the animal realm, I adopted more radical methods
.

First, my excrement will be put to greater use. I give it
enemas daily with my urine, or a mixture of urine and feces, and sometimes catheterize it into its bladder. Its own
excrement, of course, is unsurprisingly forced into its mouth. I often reason with it that as a useless
animal, deprived even of the right to release its instincts, it is perfectly natural for its intestines and bladder to be filled with its master's excrement
. As for consuming its own excrement, that is the prerogative of lower beings, especially since this filthy stuff
contains the noble aura of its master.

Under my careful training, my slave fully accepted the above-mentioned disgusting treatment. Because it was constantly
burning with lust, it would become incredibly excited at the slightest sexual suggestion. It often recalled its body being
filled with its sexy master's excrement, being forced to eat its own feces and urine every day, and
its poor little penis being soaked in its master's urine all day long. These extremely perverse tortures only made it more
thirsty and excited.

Recently, I even gave it a breast augmentation. Of course, the material used for the breast augmentation wasn't silicone—that's too
unimaginative—but rather my urine that had been stored for a whole week. However, after the surgery, the doctor repeatedly warned me that this
was very dangerous; if the urine bag were to break, it could easily lead to a large-scale infection, which could be life-threatening
. So, I had no choice but to take it for removal surgery. I was extremely frustrated about this. Of course, for my slave
, removing those two towering fleshy mounds from its breasts would certainly be more comfortable; at least it wouldn't have to imagine every day that they
were filled with my excrement. But I don't think that matters.
There are just too many things that can arouse its perverse lust, after all, its body already contains quite a bit of my excrement.

Secondly, I want to further stimulate its fetishistic desires. I require it to kiss the underwear I've worn
for no less than two hours every day, until its tongue goes numb and weak. The focus of the kisses is, of course,
the parts of these underwear with the strongest odor and the most secretions, such as the crotch and toes of pantyhose, the crotch of underwear,
the cups of bras, and so on. My slave's favorite place to lick is naturally the crotch of underwear, because this area
is closely connected to the most sensual part of my body, and it holds many tempting things. Each time, it will murmur and
tremble as it licks the yellowish urine stains, dried feces, and semen on it. Undoubtedly, at this time, its
little penis between its legs will also swell tightly, filling the entire cage, and the glans will occasionally drip clear mucus.

The underwear I use for my slaves usually stays on me for at least two weeks,
carrying a strong body odor, so simply cleaning it with my mouth is definitely not enough. These items will then remain in
their mouths, accompanying them for one or more nights. Several times I've noticed that when these strongly scented stockings,
panties, and bras brush past their noses and are stuffed into their mouths, my slaves tremble uncontrollably
. I understand that a woman's most intimate clothing, imbued with feminine scent and filled with seductive allure
, will surely fill my slaves with a longing for the opposite sex if they live in this environment every day.

Undoubtedly, I will never use these processed garments again;
most of will be thrown away, while a small number of very small, highly elastic panties and stockings will be left for my slaves
to wear. I enjoy watching their lower bodies tightly wrapped in various sizes of panties and stockings that are completely mismatched with their figures
. When its testicles and anus slide and rub against the tight silk panties or stockings, it will feel
extremely uncomfortable, and its little penis will become excited and try to get erect, which is exactly what I want. When I'm not around
, this feeling allows it to constantly savor its miserable situation.

Finally, I must take my slave's sexual hunger to a new level. For the past two years
, I have been regularly giving my slave various aphrodisiacs, and after repeated comparisons, I have to admit
that among all male aphrodisiacs, Viagra is indeed the most effective. After taking one of these blue pills
, its little penis can generally remain erect for more than ten hours, or rather, "attempt
" to get erect. Whenever this happens, I sit aside with great interest, watching it
fidget and even roll around on the floor in pain due to the swelling and pain of its penis.

In the past, I usually gave my slave Viagra once a week, but later I felt that this frequency was
far too low. Starting this year, I tried giving it Viagra once a day, with a dosage of about one to two pills each time
. On this issue, the doctor and I had another serious disagreement. The doctor warned me that
giving a perfectly healthy man such high doses and frequent use of Viagra would severely damage his
liver and kidneys, accelerate his aging, and lead to premature death. Frankly, I felt a deep aversion and contempt for my personal physician
; he was always filled with this useless and foolish sense of professional responsibility. I directly asked my
doctor if, at the current frequency and dosage, my slave could live past forty. He hesitated.
After a long pause, he said helplessly that there shouldn't be any problem. I smiled and told him that this was enough.

Although I had used many of the methods mentioned above to try to make my slave's life more miserable, I understood that
whether it was excrement, underwear, or Viagra, it would only make it struggle more painfully in its increasingly intense lust.
This was indeed the scenario I hoped to see, but it wasn't my ultimate goal. I felt that my slave and I
could go much further.

To this end, I devised and implemented a small scheme.

Just three months ago, I stopped giving my slave aphrodisiacs and instead gave him an equal dose
and form of an erectile dysfunction drug. Of course, my slave was completely unaware of this change. A month
passed , and the little penis in the cage became much more docile; all sorts of lewd and obscene teasing and torture could hardly make it
erect. It was clear that my slave was very confused about this and appeared anxious. Every time it tried to make its
little penis erect but ultimately failed, it would look at me with frightened eyes, and at this time I would
comfort it in a gentle tone, saying, "Don't worry, it will get better slowly. "

One day, unable to contain its panic and confusion any longer, it finally asked me, "Master,
why is my little brother like this?"

"What's wrong with your little brother?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

"It won't get hard," my slave said, his voice trembling with tears. "It used to try to get an erection every second,
but now, no matter how dirty my sexual fantasies are, it doesn't react at all."

I frowned, bent down, and examined its penis through the cage. After carefully manipulating it,
I said, "I never expected this. It seems the problem is quite serious. But don't worry, I'll consult
a vet tomorrow."

The next evening, I happily told it that the vet, after hearing my description, said that this wasn't
a big problem; it was a normal reaction after a long period of abstinence, like the refractory period after orgasm. All I needed
to do was let the penis out and have a few more passionate ejaculations, and everything would be back to normal.

My slave was very excited, his eyes filled with joy and expectation.

"Master, please, can you allow me to release just once? Just once, just once."

"Alright, it seems that's the only way." I said with a disappointed look, "Tomorrow I'll find a prostitute to let you
relive the feeling of being a man. But remember, once your physiological functions return to normal, your little brother will still
be firmly locked up."

"Yes, Master." My slave's eyes shone with excitement, his whole body trembling.

The next day, I called a prostitute and had her come to my place. I led my slave
into a room equipped with hidden cameras, then handed the chastity belt key to the prostitute and
gave her a few brief instructions. After everything was arranged, I went to another room, sat in front of the computer, and
the prostitute on the monitor had already entered the room. I lit a cigarette and quietly waited for a good show to begin.

The prostitute I found was very alluring. She was very tall, about 175cm, with long, wavy
hair cascading over her shoulders. Her black miniskirt barely concealed her lace thong, and her knee-high patent leather boots were tightly
fitted over shimmering flesh-colored stockings. My slave stared at her greedily, his eyes filled with undisguised lust
.

The woman, a wanton smile on her face, said to my slave in a seductive tone, "Sir
, that lady just told me you need to take off your clothes first."

He hesitated for a moment, then quickly removed his only clothing—a pair of obviously ill-fitting
silk panties, revealing a chastity belt that held his genitals in place. The clear, sticky fluid on the cage reflected a lewd glow.

The woman seemed unsurprised by what she saw, calmly yet provocatively asking, "Sir,
what's that on your penis?"

"Uh…it's a male chastity belt, used to lock my penis and prevent it from getting excited and ejaculating," my
slave honestly replied.

"Oh. I see." The woman smiled and nodded, then continued to tease
it as I had instructed: "Then why are you wearing this perverted thing?"

"Because... because I'm a perverted man, and my master locked my genitals in this cage.
She said that's the treatment I deserve." Its face was flushed red, clearly extremely embarrassed.

"They say this key can open this filthy cage," the woman waved the key in her hand, teasingly
approaching it. She pressed her full, swollen breasts against its shoulder and whispered in its ear
, "But the lady demanded that I fully arouse you before opening this cage."

With that, she grasped its wrist, guiding it to her genitals. "Feel it properly, feel
how warm and wet it is." She continued to seduce it, moaning, "In a moment, your
little brother will be going in and out here, enveloped in warm, sticky fluid, no longer a cold cage."

My slave gasped for breath, his eyes glazed, groaning in pain as his hips throbbed.
Watching its suffering, I couldn't help but laugh in front of the computer. For over a month, it had been taking large
doses of erectile dysfunction medication, and just before entering this room, I had ordered it to take two more pills to suppress its libido
. I knew perfectly well it was trying to get an erection, but I was certain it was futile.

The woman continued to tease it in various ways. It was clearly getting impatient, its fingers thrusting
vigorously into her genitals, the semen running down its fingers and arm with a soft, squelching sound. But this lewd scene
didn't result in an erection; the little thing in the cage seemed completely detached, curled up
in a ball, seemingly oblivious.

Under this teasing, the woman gradually became aroused. Like a female animal in heat, she pounced on it on the bed,
quickly pulled off her stockings and panties, and straddled it, writhing vigorously. But soon she discovered that
the penis pressed against her thighs was still only the size of a thumb, limp and hanging there. The woman breathed heavily,
a look of frustration on her face, and reluctantly got off its lap, kneeling by the bed, and took its little penis into her mouth.
She sucked on the limp penis with exaggerated movements. The woman seemed to be savoring a divine delicacy, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks
flushed with lust, and she made continuous smacking sounds, displaying an alluring, infatuated state.

Meanwhile, the man lying stiffly on the bed, suffering from impotence, gripped the sheets tightly
, his muscles tense, his hips arching upwards like a fish trying to leap out of the water.
His expression was pained, his brows furrowed, his lips tightly pressed together, and occasional painful groans escaped his nose, as if enduring
unimaginable torture.

About half an hour passed like this before the woman, drenched in sweat, finally gave up. She stood up,
her beautiful face alternating between pale and flushed, glaring angrily at the man still writhing on the bed, her eyes practically spitting
fire.

"You useless idiot, locking your little thing up was a wise choice," the woman
said bitterly. "You're not worthy of having sex with a woman at all. Your penis is completely useless, only fit to stay in a cage."

"You fake man, get up now!" The woman's anger hadn't subsided. "Stand by
the bed, stand properly."

Saying this, the woman raised her sexy thigh and slammed her knee into its groin.

A shrill scream came from my computer screen. It rolled on the bed, writhing in pain.
The woman glanced at it disdainfully, then slammed the door and left.

After settling the bill with the prostitute, I returned to the room, stood by the bed, and looked at it with pity.

"Don't be so sad. Maybe you weren't in the mood this time, maybe you're not used to being confined for so long
. We can try again later," I said gently to it.

In the next two months, I found it a few more prostitutes. Unsurprisingly, things went exactly as I had planned
. Each time it was provoked by a prostitute, it failed to achieve an erection. The crude and vulgar ridicule and mockery made it increasingly
frustrated, doubtful, and ultimately desperate. Gradually, it stopped believing it could still get an erection normally; it began to believe
it had lost that ability, and this belief, in turn, changed its body. Recently, during my visits to prostitutes,
I stopped giving it erectile dysfunction medication. The last time, I even gave it real Viagra
, but interestingly, it still failed.

Just yesterday, after being slapped twenty times by a lustfully angry prostitute,
it lowered its head and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Master, please don't try again."

"Don't be discouraged, maybe next time will be better," I gently comforted it.

"I don't believe in next time," it said sadly. "Even Viagra didn't work, which means it's not
a psychological problem. It seems I really can't get an erection physiologically."

"Have you ever considered that what you were taking before wasn't actually Viagra? Although they look very similar to Viagra
, their function is exactly the opposite of an aphrodisiac?" I asked it with a smile.

Hearing this, it raised its head as if electrocuted, its eyes widening as it stared at me in surprise.

I told it what had happened over the past three months, then watched its face with great interest to see how
it would react.

My slave sat there like a statue for a while, then began to sob sadly. It cried more and more sadly,
like a little girl who had suddenly had her beloved doll taken away, sitting alone in a big house, wiping away her tears.
Tears covered its cheeks, and it sobbed, muttering something unintelligible.

"Alright, some things can never be undone, don't be sad about it." Seeing it cry
so sadly, I was very excited. "I've put in a lot
of effort over the past three months to completely eliminate your ability to get an erection, and now I've finally succeeded. I need to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate this great day."

I stood up, gently tapped the cage locked to its genitals with my heel, and said lightly, "
You
'll countless amounts of urine, feces, underwear, and stockings will continue to surround you, trying to wake your little brother,
although I think this effort will basically have no effect anymore."

And so, after three years, I finally achieved my ultimate goal. That is, to make my slave
completely forget about erections, orgasms, and ejaculation—those boring things. This forgetting was not forced or helpless,
but from the heart, completely subconscious. My slave has finally and completely ignored
the existence of that organ between his legs. He now sees his genitals as a symbol of pain and humiliation, not
a tool for pleasure and orgasm. He completely and unreservedly believes that as a useless fake man, he should not
, and cannot, reach orgasm; he is utterly incapable of such physiological function.

[This post was edited by tbx333 on 2008-07-26 11:08]

III. Hatred

My genitals have been locked by a chastity belt for three whole years. In these three years, I have not ejaculated once, nor experienced orgasm once
. Just a few months ago, my master, through near-deception, completely deprived me of my erectile function
. Now I no longer feel pain because my penis cannot fully erect; in fact, this cold cage
seems too large for my completely withered little penis.

My master's deception deeply hurt me. I never imagined that, on the basis of forcing me into long-term abstinence, she would
psychologically castrate me, turning me into a fake man who can only survive through fantasies. This fact completely
shattered 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 enduring all kinds of lewd and degrading treatment.

My memory has severely deteriorated. I have no memory of my life before being imprisoned by my master, and I gradually
can't remember what happened afterward. I even have a vague feeling that I may have been born to be my master's slave, that
my penis was locked from the beginning, that I have never had an orgasm, and that my body is
not capable of ejaculation.

This chaotic state lasted for an unknown period 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. 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 to no avail. I
could only shake my head blankly.

"Do you remember someone whose name had the character 'snow' in it?" My master still smiled, looking into
my eyes.

A snowflake drifted in from the window and landed on my chest, its chill sending a shiver down my spine.

"It seems you still remember her." A hint of sadness appeared in my master's smile, and she sighed softly.
"It's been more than three years since we parted. It's time for you two to meet."

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

I don't know how long I sat in the car, how many rooms I passed through, or how many steps I 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 into her.

The woman's skin was smooth and white, covered in sweat, as if coated with oil, gleaming
brightly. She was very voluptuous; her large breasts jiggled with each thrust, and
milk occasionally flowed from her erect nipples. Her abdomen was swollen high, and a few pale blue
veins were faintly visible at her navel, clearly indicating that she was about to give birth. Accompanied by the man's fierce thrusting, moans
echoed through the dark basement through the mask.

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

"Haven't seen anything like this in a long time, have you?" the mistress turned to me, smiling brightly. She
bent down , looked at my genitals, and continued smiling, "Is the little thing reacting? Want
a better look?"

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

"Hey, my friend here likes to watch live," the master greeted the five men with a smile, as if
they were old friends. "He hasn't ejaculated in over three years, I've been locking him up the whole time. 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, pulled me to crawl to the woman's side, and said with a laugh, "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."

After saying that, the four men and my master laughed loudly again.

The ear-piercing laughter didn't stop for a long time. The master ignored me kneeling to the side and started
chatting with the four men. The conversation gradually became lewd and obscene. Before long, one of the men put his rough
fingers into the master's tight underwear, stirring and fiddling inside, while another grasped his growing penis and
rubbed it on the master's nipples and thighs. The woman's eyes were half-closed, emitting soft moans, filling the basement
with a lewd atmosphere.

I knelt beside her 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, 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 messed up and a pitiful sight. Her entire genitals were 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 , tightly gripping the base of the penis, the thick labia fluttering 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,
a low, animalistic moan escaping her throat. 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 truly rusted."

With that, she reached out and pulled the woman's nipple upwards, revealing an unbelievable length to her breast.
I stared blankly at the abnormally large breast, suddenly noticing a brown mole on it.

My brain exploded; the mole was like a powerful dynamite, blasting open long-frozen memories
. Countless past events flashed before my eyes like a speeding train. My head throbbed with a splitting pain
.

"She...she is actually..." My tongue was frozen, I could barely 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 see the familiar look from back then...
Her face was gone, but now, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she exuded a fervent lust, a sickly expression of
unfulfilled desire.

I leaned close 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 am 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 wicked woman had turned me into this state, and she still hadn't
spared my wife!

"You must be very angry." The master didn't seem surprised by the anger in my eyes. She sighed,
shook her head, and spoke with a dismissive tone. "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 a nonchalant tone
, "to put it simply, she was treated the exact opposite of you. For three years, your desires were constantly
restricted; no erections, no orgasms, not a single ejaculation. Your wife, on the other hand, was constantly indulging in lust and orgasms
."

"Like you, I gave your wife aphrodisiacs every day, and of course, large doses of
potent lactation-inducing agents. 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 her 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. At that time, she truly possessed a tenacious will." The master lit
a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and continued in a detailed manner: "Therefore, we had no choice but to inject her with a large dose of aphrodisiacs.
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 creating an uncontrollable
sexual desire in her, plunging her into an uncontrollable state of arousal."

"It was about six months after she was imprisoned, after a long period of sexual deprivation, that I
let men have sex with your wife for the first time. It was incredibly exciting; your wife became the most
slutty woman I'd 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, sticky vagina was always filled with penises of different sizes and thicknesses going in and out.
For three whole years, from then until now, almost every day, all sorts of men have had sex with her. Sometimes
the gang rape lasts a long time, and we have to use a breast pump to express milk from her breasts for the men
to drink, to ensure they 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's sexual ability is indeed very strong; they are like tireless perpetual motion machines—"
"That's how it is . Each man fucks for hours on end. While your wife is experiencing ecstasy, she is also successfully injected with
vigorous sperm. Having sex with men of different skin colors and giving birth to their children is quite an
interesting thing. In the past three years, your wife has given birth to four such children. These dark-skinned babies
are very cute. Their skin color will be your eternal shame. It will constantly remind you that your wife is full of
lust. She has to be fucked by other men to get satisfaction and give 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 guys. Seven months ago, we found a thirteen-year-old street thug to
fuck your wife. We wanted to see if such a young boy could impregnate your wife. Now
it seems he really did it."

"Now, your wife has become a bitch who is available to everyone. Any man, as long as he wants,
can insert his penis into her vagina and ejaculate inside. He can fuck her for as long as he wants, such as..."
If it goes on for too long, you can drink her breast milk to replenish your strength. Your wife no longer has a normal human mind
; her mind is filled only with sexual desire. Aside from constantly begging others to have sex with her, she hasn't uttered a complete
sentence in a long time. Due to long-term overdose of various aphrodisiacs, her vagina is always overflowing with slippery, 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 simply not enough to bring her to orgasm; only continuous, non-stop thrusting throughout the night can
slightly alleviate her pain.”

“Gang rape, pregnancy, childbirth, more gang rape, more pregnancy, more childbirth, and so on and so forth.” The master
stared into my eyes, saying each word clearly: “This is your wife's past, present, and future life.”

The master's words made me dizzy, my chest burned with pain, and a surge of grief and indignation overwhelmed me.
"Hold on !" I yelled, trying to scramble to my feet and charge at the evil woman before me, when suddenly I felt a heavy
blow to the back of my head, and then I knew nothing more.

IV. Sleep

When I awoke, 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, among whom...
A man was having sex with a woman. The woman was moaning ecstatically, her face tattooed with two enormous
penises, her body covered in various lewd erotic images, and two thin, transparent tubes 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 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 don't know why I listened to this woman, but I felt my limbs instinctively crawling towards the woman being 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 blankly took the small basin and then used a spoon to feed the woman its contents. Her body
swayed with the thrusting of the man's penis. She panted excitedly, eagerly swallowing the
somewhat disgusting stuff, as if 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 with a clinking sound. Inadvertently, I noticed
a photograph in the basin. The woman in the photograph smiled radiantly, and seemed vaguely familiar. I tried to recall something, but
I couldn't remember anything. I looked down at the photograph again. Through the amber urine, everything in the photograph
appeared yellowed and ancient, as if it were from millions of years ago.

"It seems you really have forgotten everything." The sexy woman had a smug look on her face. "You
just gave your wife three times the dose of aphrodisiac and left your urine on her photo.
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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