[The Honest Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard]

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Honest Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard
Author: Northeast Tiger
1
Zhao Laoshi's surname was Zhao, but his given name wasn't Laoshi (meaning honest). He was simply honest and straightforward, so everyone in the village called him Zhao
Laoshi. After a while, they forgot his real name, and Laoshi became his given name. However, Zhao Laoshi
didn't mind and let the villagers call him that.
As the saying goes, good people don't live long, but evil people live a thousand years. Zhao Laoshi now deeply understood the truth of this saying
. His wife, like him, was a law-abiding person who never bothered anyone. Suddenly, she contracted
a strange illness, writhing in pain and vomiting blood. Terrified, he rushed her to the town hospital, but after
half a year, she still couldn't be cured. Finally, his wife left him and their three sons, dying in the town hospital.
After his wife's death, Zhao Laoshi sold almost everything of value in the house to pay for her medical treatment and funeral,
forcing his three sons to drop out of school. Fortunately, Zhao Laoshi didn't owe anyone any debts, and his family
still had an acre of land. His three sons were all very sensible: the 12-year-old Dalong helped his father with farm work, the 10
-year-old Erhu helped the village herd sheep to supplement the family income, and the 8-year-old Xiaobao stayed home to do chores.
Therefore, Zhao Laoshi's family managed to get by, albeit barely.
As the days passed, Zhao Laoshi began to experience the unspeakable hardship of a widower:
without a wife sleeping beside him at night, his normal physical needs couldn't be met. This caused Zhao Laoshi immense distress.
Although he was honest and upright, he was still a strong man under 40, and this life was truly
unbearable. Of course, he had considered remarrying, but given his family's circumstances, he decided against it.
That day, Zhao Laoshi, as usual, went to work in the fields with Dalong. The father and son were working enthusiastically
when they suddenly heard someone calling their way. Zhao Laoshi looked up and saw it was his cousin, Zhao Shuan.
So, Zhao Laoshi told Dalong to continue working while he went over to chat with Zhao Shuan for a while.
Although Zhao Shuan was only a distant cousin of Zhao Laoshi, unlike the honest and upright Zhao Laoshi, he was
a notorious troublemaker in the village, always causing trouble. Behind his back, the villagers called him "Zhao the Scoundrel." Of course,
if one had to find a similarity between them, it would be that they were both widows.
However, Zhao Shuan's wife had been hit and killed by a truck three years ago while on her way to the market in town.
The truck driver had paid Zhao Shuan a large sum of money in compensation. Therefore, Zhao Shuan's family was now actually quite well-off. However, Zhao Shuan
's reputation in the village was so bad that neither unmarried young women nor widows wanted to marry him. Therefore
, Zhao Shuan remained a bachelor. Fortunately, he had a son, so his lineage wasn't cut off.
Two widowed men chatting together naturally found common ground.
Zhao Shuan asked with a grin, "How's life without a wife, brother?"
"Sigh, just getting by." "
So how do you take care of yourself at night?"
"What do you mean?"
"Brother, are you really clueless or just pretending? I mean what you and your wife used to do at night,
how do you take care of yourself now?"
"..."
"Brother, don't be shy, we're both widowed, it's no big deal to talk about it. If you don't tell me, you
're looking down on me."
"...Okay, brother, I'll tell you, now I can only take care of myself with my hand when no one's around. By the way
, brother, how do you take care of yourself?"
"I...hehe, brother, I can tell you, but you have to keep it a secret."
"Okay, I'll keep it a secret."
"Actually, it's nothing much," Zhao Shuan glanced at Da Long working in the field, then continued, "I just
use my little brat to relieve myself."
"What?!" Zhao Laoshi was shocked. "You use Fusheng to relieve yourself?" Fusheng was Zhao Shuan's son's
nickname.
"Brother, don't make a fuss, okay? I'm just using my son 　　to relieve my pent-up desire. "
"This...how can you do that?" "Why not? He's my son. I've raised him for so many years; it would be a waste not to use him to relieve my pent-up desire. Besides, 　　he's not a girl, so no one will be able to tell afterward. If he were a girl, I wouldn't dare touch him." 　　"But...but Fusheng is only 12 years old, just like Dalong. How could you...besides, what 　　about a boy?" 　　"Hehe, brother, that's the advantage of having a son. No matter how old the little brat is, you can do it. As for how, 　　hehe, brother, just think of Uncle Er in our village. Okay, I've said enough; I should go now, so as not to keep you 　　from working." With that, Zhao Shuan stood up, dusted himself off, and left. Zhao Laoshi, however, was completely 　　dumbfounded, still sitting there blankly. 　　Uncle 　　Er? If the rogue hadn't mentioned him, he would have completely forgotten about this long-gone man. Zhao Laoshi couldn't help but 　　recall his childhood: "I remember I was only 11 years old when I saw my 13-year-old cousin 　　eating candy (candy was a rare treat for children in the rural Northwest), so I asked him for some, 　　but he wouldn't give me any. Watching him enjoy his candy, I couldn't help but cry. 　　My cousin panicked when he saw me crying and quickly said, 'Oh, Gouzi (Zhao Laoshi's nickname) 　　, don't cry! It's not that I won't give you candy, it's just that I'm out of candy.' ' 　　Really?' I asked, somewhat disbelieving. 　　'Really, when have I ever lied to you? How about this, if you really want candy, I'll take you to Uncle Er's house 　　. All my candy comes from Uncle Er. But you have to listen to Uncle Er, okay?' ' 　　Okay.' Hearing about candy, I readily agreed. 　　So, my cousin led me to Uncle Er's house at the village entrance. Although I had seen Uncle Er a few times in the village, this was 　　my first time visiting his house." When I entered my second uncle's house, I found that there were already four or five boys there, 　　all of whom I knew. One of them was a rascal a year younger than me. 　　As soon as my cousin arrived, my second uncle smiled and said, "Little Sanzi (my cousin is the third child in his family), you've finally come 　　! I've missed you so much! Oh, you even brought your dog today."

"Yes, Gouzi wanted candy, so I brought him."
"Want candy? Sure, I have plenty. But Gouzi, you have to play a game with me first,
and then you can have candy, okay?"
Hearing this, I looked at this man who was actually only in his forties, but looked like he was over sixty because of premature aging
, and hesitated. My cousin saw this and quickly nudged me, and I finally agreed:
"Okay!"
The second uncle then said, "Alright, kids, let's start playing games." As soon as he finished speaking, my cousin
and the other boys unbuckled their coarse cloth trousers, took them off, exposing their buttocks, and then
lay down on the kang (heated brick bed) in a row, their penises erect as if they needed to pee.
When I saw this, I was completely stunned and stood there dumbfounded. Seeing my state, Uncle Erda
laughed and said, "Look, even I'm confused. This is Gouzi's first time here,
he doesn't know what games to play. Xiao Sanzi, help Gouzi out."
Hearing this, my cousin got off the kang (heated brick bed) without even putting on his pants, walked over to me, and
while unbuckling my belt, said, "Gouzi, if you want candy, be good. Do whatever I do." Before he finished speaking, my
cousin had stripped me naked. Then, my cousin made me lie down on the kang, and he lay down next to me.
After we were all lying down, Uncle Erda began his game.
He went to the hoodlum lying on the left side of the kang, lowered his head, and swallowed the hoodlum's penis whole
. About five minutes later, I saw the thug's body tremble. At the same time, Uncle Erda spat
out the thug's penis. Strangely, the thug's penis was erect when Uncle Erda swallowed it,
but it had become soft when he spat it out. After spitting out the thug's penis, Uncle Erda immediately started to
bite the penis of the boy lying next to the thug...
When Uncle Erda came in front of me, I couldn't help but feel scared and wanted to hide. My cousin, who was lying next to me, seemed
to know what I was thinking, so he nudged me again, and I glanced back at my cousin. Just then,
Uncle Erda swallowed my penis.
I felt my penis was wet, warm, and itchy in Uncle Erda's mouth. Then a soft, cottony thing
kept moving up and down around my penis, making me feel even itchier. Afterward, I felt an urge to urinate
, but I was too embarrassed to say it, so I tried my best to hold it in. Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer, and with a shudder, I let
it out. Strangely, not a single drop came out. But when I shuddered,
the urge to urinate transformed into an indescribable pleasure, and my penis became limp.
My cousin was the last one my second uncle swallowed. I noticed that my second uncle's time swallowing my cousin's penis was particularly
long (actually only about 10 minutes), and towards the end, my cousin's body shuddered several times, and
when my second uncle spat it out, some milk-like stuff was left at the corner of his mouth…
After we put our pants back on, my second uncle gave each of us two pieces of candy. When it was time to leave, my cousin told me
to go back with the others first, saying he had something to do. So, I left with the others.
Just as I left Uncle Er's house, the rascal grabbed me and said, "Brother, do you know why Little Third Brother stayed
?"
"How would I know?"
"Then come with me." He then pulled me to the back window of Uncle Er's house, poked a
small hole in it (windows in rural Northwest China are usually paper-covered), and made me look inside.
I saw my cousin, who had been wearing pants, now lying naked on the kang (heated brick bed), his little bottom sticking up high
. Uncle Er was also naked, kneeling behind my cousin, his erect penis about to be inserted
into my cousin's anus…
Thinking of this, Zhao Laoshi suddenly shuddered. Could the rascal's talk of "torturing his son" be
like what Uncle Er had done to his cousin? Zhao Laoshi looked up at Dalong, who was working in the fields, quickly shook his head, suppressed this absurd
thought, stood up, and continued working.
3.
As the sun set, Zhao Laoshi and Dalong finished work and went home. The sensible Xiaobao had already prepared
dinner, waiting for his father and brothers to return. Just as Zhao Laoshi and Dalong stepped inside,
Erhu, who herded sheep for the village brigade, also returned. So, the four of them sat down around the table to eat dinner. Dinner
was simply sweet potato rice and pickled vegetables—the only thing Zhao Laoshi's family could afford.
Because they had to get up early to work the next day, Zhao Laoshi's family always went to bed early. As Zhao Laoshi
watched his three sons undress on the kang (heated brick bed) as usual, his eyes involuntarily drifted towards their crotches.
At the same time, he felt a surge of heat, and his own crotch began to bulge. Zhao Laoshi was startled and tried to
forget it, but suddenly the words Zhao Shuan had spoken during the day echoed in his ears, and
the absurd scene from his childhood flashed through his mind. For the first time, Zhao Laoshi realized how attractive a boy's penis was.
Just as Zhao Laoshi was lost in thought, his three sons had already stripped naked and crawled into bed. So,
while closing the door, Zhao Laoshi tried to clear his head and forget everything he had just seen and thought.
After finally calming himself down, Zhao Laoshi undressed
and got into bed. However, as he crawled into bed, his body pressed against the large penis sleeping next to him (because the family was so poor, the
four of them could only sleep on one bed and share one quilt). This was normal before, but today, Zhao Laoshi
felt as if he were possessed; pressed against the large penis, his lower body aroused, and his mind began to wander again.
"My son is my own; raising him all this way, it would be such a waste not to use him..."
"No way! Using your son is incest! Absolutely not!"
"But if I don't use him, my life will be unbearable!"
"Let's use him, but if the villagers find out, I'll never be able to hold my head up again."
"It doesn't matter. A son is different from a daughter. If I use a daughter, people will find out later
. If I use my son, as long as I don't say anything, and my son doesn't say anything, no one will know."
...
And so, Zhao Laoshi tossed and turned, unable to sleep, eventually waking Da Long from his sleep. Da Long rubbed...
Rubbing his eyes, he asked groggily, "Dad, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't wake your brothers. It's alright, you should go to sleep too."
"Dad, is something on your mind? Tell me."
"Go away! What does a little kid like you know? Go to sleep."
"How could I not know?" Da Long immediately became anxious, "I know, Dad's thinking about women."
Zhao Laoshi was genuinely startled by Da Long's words. How old was this kid, and he already knew these things? However,
what Da Long said next shocked him even more.
"Dad, I know you haven't been sleeping well at night since Mom died. I often hear the uncles and elders in the village
say that a man can't sleep at night without a woman sleeping next to him."
"..."
"Dad, actually, I heard your conversation with Uncle Shuan during the day."
"What?! You heard it all?"
"Dad, although I don't understand what Uncle Shuan meant, I could tell that as long as Dad messes with me, Dad can
sleep well."
"Silly boy, do you know what messing with me means?"
"No, but I'm willing to mess with you however you want, Dad."
"No... no, Dad can't do that, Dad's afraid of hurting you."
"It's okay, Dad, I'm willing to be messed with by you, as long as Dad's happy, Dalong doesn't want Dad to be sad." After saying that,
Dalong rolled over and hugged his father.
At this point, Zhao Laoshi could no longer control himself. Though he kept muttering "no," his hands obeyed,
pulling Dalong into his arms, his own manhood already erect. Dalong felt something
hot and hard pressing against his lower abdomen and reached out to touch it. He immediately recognized it as his father's
penis and asked curiously, "Dad, why is your penis so thick, so hard, so hot?"
"This...this is...Dalong, are you really willing to let Dad do it?" Zhao Laoshi asked, trembling.
"Yes," Dalong answered without hesitation.
Since things had come to this point, Zhao Laoshi's initial rationality completely succumbed to desire. Damn it, let's do it!
People say: a penis is a rod, and when you're in it, you can't judge a book by its cover. Besides, this piece of meat is practically offered to me; no wonder
I'm like this.
So, Zhao Laoshi made Dalong turn over so his back was to him, and with one trembling hand,
he groped along Dalong's buttocks, searching for his anus. Ah, Dalong's skin was really rough, but that couldn't be helped
; a 12-year-old doing heavy farm work under the scorching sun, how could his skin not be rough? However, precisely
because of the heavy farm work, his buttocks felt firm and full to the touch.
Perhaps it was Zhao Laoshi's first time doing something like this, because it took him a while to find Dalong's anus
. So, Zhao Laoshi clumsily thrust his already erect penis into
the cleft of Dalong's firm, round buttocks, and slowly entered Dalong's body. Da Long hissed and gasped for breath.
Zhao Laoshi knew he was in pain, so he gently pulled out his penis. But Da Long stubbornly stuck his buttocks out at his father, saying,
"Dad, is this what it's like? Don't pull it out, I can take it." His voice, though soft,
tickled Zhao Laoshi's heart like a kitten's claws. Zhao Laoshi then disregarded everything else and began to thrust wildly into Da Long. Every
time he pulled out, the head of his penis had to be exposed; every time he thrust in, it had to be inserted to the very root, pouring
all the pent-up desire from the past six months of being without his wife into Da Long's body.
Da Long felt something thick, hard, and hot being inserted into his anus, as if it were about to tear
. But Da Long endured the tearing pain, gritting his teeth and not making a sound, because he
didn't want to disappoint his father. Only two lines of tears silently streamed down his cheeks…
That night was the sweetest night Zhao Laoshi had slept in the past six months. He had teased Dalong three times that night, and
when he fell asleep on top of Dalong, his penis was still inside Dalong's ass…
The
next day, while Zhao Laoshi and Dalong were working in the fields, Zhao Laoshi was still immersed in the pleasure that Dalong's little
buttocks had brought him the night before. “Damn it, I never thought a boy’s little asshole would be so tight,
so tight that even my penis was being squeezed and hurt. Smack, smack, smack… But the feeling was
almost the same as when the boy’s mother deflowered me, no, it was even more wonderful… No wonder that scoundrel wanted to mess with his son…”
Just as Zhao Laoshi was working and lost in thought, a small accident occurred: when Dalong bent over
, his pants tore.
This was a very normal thing. Since Dalong’s mother had fallen ill more than half a year ago, she hadn’t given the three children any new
clothes. This was tough on Da Long. Er Hu and Xiao Bao's clothes were too small for him, so they could wear their older brothers'
. But Da Long? His father's clothes were too big for him; he couldn't wear them at all. Therefore, Da Long had to make
do with clothes that were already too small for him. So, clothes often wore out. Fortunately, his father could at
least patch them up so he could still have clothes to wear. As for new clothes, forget about a grown man like him.
Da Long didn't care about his torn crotch and continued working. But when Zhao Laoshi saw Da Long's dark, round
buttocks peeking out from his torn pants, jiggling as Da Long worked, it was quite cute. And
when his little anus was vaguely visible as he jiggled, Zhao Laoshi couldn't help but want to tease Da Long again. Having already taken
the first step in incest last night, Zhao Laoshi was now deeply involved and couldn't extricate himself.
Zhao Laoshi looked around; no one was there. He walked over and said to Da Long with a smile, "Kid,
let Daddy punish you now, okay?"
"Dad, didn't we already do it last night? Why are you doing it again? Besides, it's broad daylight..." Da Long was
reluctant; his bottom still hurt. "Dad couldn't take it anymore. Besides, it's broad daylight, it's not a big deal. We 　　can go
to that sorghum field ." 　　"Well... okay..." Da Long reluctantly agreed. 　　This was exactly what Zhao Laoshi was waiting for. He pulled Da Long and dragged him into the sorghum field. Once inside, 　　Zhao Laoshi shakily took off Da Long's patched-up coarse cloth clothes and spread them on the ground, then 　　shakily unbuckled Da Long's belt and pulled down his pants. Da Long obediently let his father undress him completely. Then, Zhao...

Zhao Laoshi made Dalong, who was completely naked, kneel on the coarse cloth spread on the ground, arching his back and sticking out his buttocks. Then,
Zhao Laoshi also took off his pants, stretched out his hands and spread Dalong's two plump, bare
buttocks, like two small hills, exposing his anus. Just as Zhao Laoshi was about to enter, Dalong blocked him with his hand and said, "Dad,
yours is too big. Put something on it, make it slippery before you do it."
Indeed, although Zhao Laoshi's thing couldn't be called exceptionally gifted,
it was still too big for a 12-year-old boy. You could see that Dalong's little anus was still a little swollen because of what happened last night. Zhao
Laoshi felt a little sorry for him, but what could he put on it in this sorghum field? That's right, saliva. He heard from the old folks
that saliva is a good medicine for treating wounds! But Zhao Laoshi looked at Dalong's dark red little anus, which was dirty,
and hesitated. However, Zhao Laoshi's lower body was already burning with desire. After hesitating for a moment, he put his head down
to Dalong's buttocks, stuck out his tongue, and began licking Dalong's anus. Dalong was extremely itchy from the licking and began
to twist his bare buttocks back and forth, thinking: "It's so itchy and comfortable to have Dad lick my anus,
I want Dad to lick it again..."
Zhao Laoshi patiently licked for a long time until Dalong's anus opened up like a flower bud. Then
he spat on his hand, smeared it on his penis, and slowly inserted it. With
the experience from last night, Zhao Laoshi was no longer so clumsy. Perhaps it was the effect of the saliva, but this time the insertion did not
cause Dalong much pain, and the pain was gradually replaced by a numbness. Zhao Laoshi also put all his strength into
thrusting in and out. If last night, because it was dark and he couldn't see anything, he wasn't satisfied,
then now he could see clearly under the bright sun. Zhao Laoshi saw the flesh around Dalong's anus
twitching like a child's mouth. Each pull brought out the tender pink flesh inside, and each
thrust pushed it back in. This sight terrified Zhao Laoshi, and he increased the frequency of his movements.
The sounds of Zhao Laoshi and his son's bodies slapping together filled the air. Dalong felt
a strange pleasure after the initial numbness. Finally, Zhao Laoshi let out a muffled groan, and after a violent spasm, he
ejaculated a stream of hot liquid into Dalong's body.
When Zhao Laoshi climbed off Dalong, panting heavily, Dalong was also covered in sweat, breathing
heavily, completely exhausted, and could only lie on the ground. But Da Long thought to himself, "Strange,
my butt hurt terribly last night when Dad was teasing me, but it doesn't hurt as much today. Instead, it feels numb and a bit strange
." Da Long didn't know that he was starting to enjoy it.
Meanwhile, Zhao Laoshi, panting, looked at Da Long lying on the ground. When he saw his son's little anus was
red and swollen from his teasing, the tender pink flesh inside turned inside out, weakly opening and closing, he felt a pang of
guilt. He had to do something to make it up to Da Long. Zhao Laoshi finally decided that Da Long must have been in
a lot of pain from his father's teasing, so he had to make Da Long feel better.
But how could he make Da Long feel better? A 12-year-old kid like that was quite difficult. That's it, maybe the methods his second
uncle used back then would work. Zhao Laoshi thought to himself, "I was 11 years old back then..."
Since he had an idea, he immediately did it. Zhao Laoshi turned Da Long over and examined his penis.
Da Long's penis was dark, somewhat short but thick, and looked plump. Two large, fleshy testicles
hung down below, making Zhao Laoshi swallow hard. For the first time in his life, he felt that taking a boy's penis
into his mouth was a pleasurable experience.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Laoshi buried his head between Da Long's legs, taking Da Long's penis and
two large, fleshy testicles into his mouth, filling it completely. Zhao Laoshi felt Da Long's penis
slowly harden and grow larger in his mouth. So, Zhao Laoshi clumsily licked it up and down with his tongue, resulting in
Da Long's penis becoming even harder and larger. Da Long felt a
pleasure he had never experienced before slowly spreading from his penis throughout his body… Suddenly, Da Long’s penis
twitched violently in his father’s mouth (but nothing came out, after all, he was only 12 years old), and then, like a deflated
balloon, it immediately went limp.
When Zhao Laoshi spat out Da Long’s penis and testicles, Da Long was still immersed in the comfort and pleasure he had just experienced
, panting heavily. Seeing his eldest son like this, Zhao Laoshi’s lower body became aroused again…
That day, Zhao Laoshi carried Da Long home on his back…
5
From that day on, Zhao Laoshi would torment Da Long every day. Needless to say, it was during the night when he was sleeping, but even during the day
when he was working in the fields, Zhao Laoshi would torment him whenever he felt like it. As time went on, Da Long got used to it, and he even looked
forward to his father’s tormenting him, though he couldn’t explain why. Meanwhile, Da Long also discovered a pattern
: as long as his father touched his nose a few times and then scratched his crotch a few times, it meant his father was getting into it. So Da Long
would obediently go into the sorghum field first…
Time flew by, and the New Year was just around the corner. But Zhao Laoshi wasn't so happy. Outsiders thought Zhao Laoshi
was worried about his family's poverty and lack of money for the New Year, but that wasn't the case. Zhao Laoshi's unhappiness
began after the autumn harvest.
After the harvest, Zhao Laoshi and Da Long no longer had to work in the fields. This period until the following spring
was supposed to be a rare time of rest for the father and son, but for Zhao Laoshi, it also meant he couldn't prank Da Long in broad daylight anymore
, because Xiao Bao was at home during the day, and the sorghum outside had already been harvested. Although he could still do it at night,
he was afraid of disturbing Er Hu and Xiao Bao, so Zhao Laoshi didn't dare to do anything too outrageous, feeling restrained and unsatisfied.
And so, Zhao Laoshi half-heartedly made do for more than a month.
Zhao Laoshi was living an uneasy life, and Dalong felt lost as well. If Dalong's previous willingness to let his father torment
him stemmed from filial piety, and he had even feared the pain of being tortured, then now, after more than two months of this, Dalong
was experiencing a masochistic pleasure, especially when his father's enormous member
throbbed and ejaculated streams of heat into his anus, which generated intense arousal. Dalong couldn't understand why...
Can pain bring pleasure? He had become addicted to it.
Now, Zhao Laoshi had been half-heartedly making do for over a month, leaving Dalong feeling dejected for just as long,
rarely experiencing that kind of excitement anymore. Dalong felt this couldn't go on; he had to find a way to change the situation
. What way? Going outside was definitely out of the question. Although Dalong was only 12, he knew this kind of thing was
shameful, and the fewer people who knew, the better. So, he decided not to disturb his younger brothers at night. During the day, besides
himself and his father, there was also his younger brother… That's it! He could just drag his younger brother into it too!
So, Dalong told his father his idea. Zhao Laoshi was truly shocked when he heard it.
"This...this can't be! I already feel so bad about teasing you, how can you do this again..."
"Dad, I didn't mean to either! He's my little brother! But if we don't do this, neither of us will have a good life
."
"You brat, you like being teased by your dad, don't you?"
"Dad!!!" Da Long blushed and scolded, "Don't talk about me yet. Are you willing or not?"
"...Then...will this method work?" Zhao Laoshi finally couldn't resist the temptation.
"It will definitely work, Dad. My little brother doesn't know anything about this."
...
The next day, after Er Hu went to herd sheep, Zhao Laoshi also made an excuse to go out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to "instruct
" Da Long and Xiao Bao: "It's strangely cold today, don't go out to play if you don't have to. Da Long, you're the older brother,
you have to keep a close eye on your younger brother." After saying that, he left.
After leaving home, Zhao Laoshi didn't go far before turning back to the back of his house. He sat by the window, lit his pipe, and
pricked up his ears, eavesdropping on the sounds inside.
After a while, Zhao Laoshi heard Xiao Bao's voice, "Big brother, I've finished all the chores at home
. I want to go out and play."
"No, Dad said it's cold today and we're not allowed to go out to play," Da Long immediately objected.
"Please, big brother, just go out and play for a little while, I'll be right back."
"No way! What if Dad comes back soon? I'll get a spanking! Dad wants me to
keep an eye on you."
"But staying home is so boring..."
"Then I'll play with you."
"You'll play with me? Big brother, how can you play with me? What's the point of playing just the two of us?"
"Hehe, I recently learned a new game, I guarantee you'll like it. Want to play? But you have to keep it a secret .
Don't tell anyone except Dad, not even Erhu."
"Really? I'll play, I promise. What is it, big brother?"
"Don't ask too many questions, or I won't play with you anymore."
"Oh..."
...
"Hey! Big brother, why are you taking my clothes off?"
"Don't be nosy! This game can only be played naked."
"Oh... Brother, why are you touching my crotch again? Oh! Brother, don't lick it, it's so itchy, so itchy
..."
Hearing this, Zhao Laoshi felt the time was right, it was time for him to make his appearance. He put away his pipe, got up, walked to the front of the house, and pushed the door open. Although he was mentally prepared, Zhao Laoshi 　　was still stunned by
the scene that jumped into his eyes when he entered the house . 　　He 　　saw that Dalong was kneeling on the kang (a heated brick bed) with his back to his father, completely naked, his firm and full little buttocks 　　sticking up high, and his dark red anus was faintly visible in the cleft of his buttocks. On both sides of Dalong's body 　　, two bare little feet were stretched out. Although the owner of these two little feet was blocked by Dalong's body 　　, Zhao Laoshi knew that they were Xiaobao's feet. 　　Although Zhao Laoshi couldn't see Xiao Bao, Xiao Bao saw his father and hurriedly pushed Da Long 　　's head with his little hands, calling out, "No, big brother... Dad's back... Let's stop playing." For some reason, 　　Xiao Bao felt this game was quite embarrassing, so when he saw his father enter the house, he panicked. 　　Da Long actually knew Zhao Laoshi had entered the house, but he pretended not to know. Only after Xiao Bao pushed him forcefully 　　did he move his head away from Xiao Bao's crotch. Da Long looked back at Zhao Laoshi, who was standing dumbfounded at the door, with an indifferent expression 　　and said, "Ah, Dad, why are you back so soon?" 　　Da Long's words brought the dazed Zhao Laoshi back to his senses. "Huh?... Ah, your... your fourth uncle 　　isn't home, so I came back." Zhao Laoshi made up an excuse on the spot. Because he was lying, Zhao Laoshi's 　　face burned. To cover his embarrassment, Zhao Laoshi asked before his two sons could speak, " 　　What are you two doing?" 　　"Dad, my brother and I are playing." 　　"You seem to be having a lot of fun. What are you playing?" 　　"Um... well... well... it's the game you taught me a few days ago!" Da Long couldn't immediately 　　explain what the game was, so he passed the buck to his father. 　　"When did I teach you, you little rascal?" Zhao Laoshi cursed Da Long inwardly. But at this point 　　, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Oh, we're playing... playing... Niu Niu taking a bath." Zhao Laoshi had to 　　blush and make up another lie. Zhao Laoshi felt he had probably lied more today than in his entire life. 　　"Huh?! Then why aren't you playing anymore?" Zhao Laoshi continued, feigning surprise. 　　"It's so boring playing with just me and my little brother. You won't let us go out, it's so stifling." 　　"Oh... I see. Then... then Dad will play with you, okay?" At this point, Zhao Laoshi was ready to 　　go all out. 　　Without waiting for his son's reply, Zhao Laoshi went to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), spread Xiao Bao's legs wide, 　　and then impatiently lowered his head, swallowing Xiao Bao's small penis, about the size of a peanut, along with his two 　　testicles, into his mouth. Alas! Zhao Laoshi really couldn't resist. 　　Since it was his father playing with him, Xiao Bao naturally lay on the kang without moving, offering no resistance. Actually 　　, Xiao Bao was very puzzled. What was so fun about a pissed penis? Wasn't it just itchy? And 　　playing with it with his mouth, weren't his father and older brother afraid of getting dirty? 　　Just as Xiao Bao was wondering, Zhao Laoshi's mouth began to suck on Xiao Bao's penis, his tongue constantly moving back and forth.

With a quick movement, Little Leopard's penis quickly became erect in Zhao Laoshi's mouth. Zhao Laoshi's mouth, having
been used by Dalong for over two months, possessed a skill far superior to Dalong's, who was using the "mouth" for the first time.
Zhao Laoshi's "efforts" soon paid off. Little Leopard was experiencing the strangest
pleasure he had ever felt since birth—a primal pleasure, one that normally
wouldn't awaken for several years, but which had been brought forward considerably.
Little Leopard felt as if his penis was melting in his father's mouth, and the initial itching was
replaced by this inexplicable pleasure, spreading and surging throughout his body with each suck. His
body seemed to float, drifting towards a bottomless abyss…
When Zhao Laoshi, his mouth dry, spat out Little Leopard's penis, Little Leopard was still immersed in the pleasure he had just experienced.
Da Long, who was already impatient, said after seeing his father finish dealing with Xiao Bao, "Dad, you and your little
brother are done playing, come play with me for a while too." He then knelt on the kang (heated brick bed), sticking out his bare bottom.
Zhao Laoshi, also burning with desire, didn't even take off his clothes and immediately unbuckled his belt. As soon as he unbuckled his belt
, his already erect penis sprang out of his pants. Zhao Laoshi let his pants fall to his ankles
, spread Da Long's buttocks apart with both hands, exposing Da Long's anus, and then,
with a "hey," inserted it. Because Da Long's anus had been used by Zhao Laoshi many times, it
was now much looser, and Zhao Laoshi easily entered without any lubrication, and Da Long felt little pain
...
Xiao Bao sat on the kang, watching in confusion. What were his father and older brother doing? Were they playing? Why
was it different from before? So Little Leopard asked in his childish voice, "Dad, what are you and Big Brother doing?"
Zhao Laoshi was in the middle of a lively conversation when Little Leopard's question startled him, then he was extremely embarrassed and
didn't know how to answer. He couldn't very well say that Dad was fucking Big Brother's asshole, could he? But he had to give an answer,
otherwise the kid would definitely dig deeper.
Zhao Laoshi had no choice but to make up another lie: "Oh... um... well... Dad is playing with your Big Brother Long."
"What kind of game is that? Dad, it's different from what you played with me earlier!" Sure enough, the innocent Little Leopard
was determined to get to the bottom of it.
"This, this, um... it's different, this... it's called 'Bull Crawling Through the Hole'..." Even
Zhao Laoshi himself blushed at this lie.
"Oh..." Although Little Leopard was very inquisitive, he was still only an 8-year-old child, and Zhao Laoshi's lie
fooled him. "Then, I want to play too!" Seeing his father looking so relaxed, and his older brother practically
drooling and making "ah...ah..." sounds,
Little Leopard thought this game would be even more fun than "Niu Niu Take a Bath."
Zhao Laoshi looked at Little Leopard; the boy was much thinner and smaller than his brother, practically skinny. However,
he looked like his mother (who, you see, was the village beauty when she was alive), his
little face so pretty you wanted to kiss it. But Zhao Laoshi didn't want to mess with Little Leopard. The boy
was just too young; he couldn't bring himself to do it.
So, while continuing to tease Da Long, Zhao Laoshi reached out and touched Xiao
Bao's small, fleshy bottom, gently touching his anus with a finger. He chuckled and said, "Bao, it's not that
Daddy doesn't want to play with you, it's just that you're too young to play this. We'll play together when you're older, okay?
By the way, this game and the 'Bull Taking a Bath' game we just played can only be played with family members, not with outsiders,
understand?"
"Oh, I understand. Daddy, when will you play with me?"
"Hmm… well… when your little bull is the same size as your older brother's, Daddy will play with you." Zhao Laoshi
casually brushed it off. Although Da Long's penis was only just beginning to develop and much smaller than an adult's,
it was still much bigger than Xiao Bao's "peanut," so Zhao Laoshi wanted to use this to pressure Xiao Bao.
"Oh, it's the same size as your eldest brother's? That's good, not the same size as your second brother's."
"????" The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart. Little Leopard's childish words startled Zhao Laoshi for a long time.
"Leopard, you...you mean...your second brother's...cough...your second brother's penis is
...bigger than your eldest brother's?"
"Yes, my second brother's penis is much bigger than my eldest brother's."
"Ah? Heh..." Completely surprised, Zhao Laoshi lost control and hastily reached
his climax, hot semen shooting into Da Long's body...
When Zhao Laoshi somewhat regretfully pulled his penis out of Da Long's anus, he found Little Leopard staring curiously
at Da Long's anus, and his face flushed with embarrassment. To hide his embarrassment, Zhao Laoshi deliberately adopted
a stern tone, asking with a fierce face, "What are you looking at, kid?"
"No, Dad, why did you pee? And you peed in Big Brother's butt! Huh? Dad, why is your pee
sticky? Look, it's even connected to Big Brother's anus!" Little Leopard said, pointing at Da Long
's anus.
Zhao Laoshi looked down and his face immediately turned even redder. Sure enough, a thin thread was hanging from his penis
, seemingly broken, the other end of which was attached to Da Long's anus. Zhao Laoshi
's penis and Da Long's anus were thus connected by a thread.
Da Long also blushed with embarrassment. Not daring to look back, he wiped the thread away with his hand. Zhao
Laoshi stammered as he explained to Xiao Bao, "Um... Bao... this... this isn't pee."
"Not pee? Then what is it, Dad?"
"..." Zhao Laoshi was truly in a dilemma. If he didn't explain, it would be embarrassing for a father to wet the bed, especially
his son's bottom; but if he did explain, he didn't know how to begin.
At this moment, Da Long had dried his bottom and turned around. Seeing his father at a loss, he started to smooth
things over: "Little brother, this really isn't pee, it's Dad's saliva."
"Really? Then why doesn't my 'bull' spit out saliva?"
"Silly boy, you're still young. When you grow up, your little penis will become a big one, and then
you'll be able to spit out saliva. Look, even your older brother's penis can't spit out saliva yet." Zhao Laoshi, having found a way out, immediately chimed in
.
"Oh, no wonder Second Brother's penis can spit out saliva like Dad's," Little Leopard said innocently.
"????" Zhao Laoshi was shocked again. He had forgotten about that earlier in his panic, but now that Little Leopard mentioned it,
Zhao Laoshi immediately remembered. However, this time Zhao Laoshi was even more surprised than before. No
wonder, a 10-year-old's penis being bigger than a 12-year-old's was already hard to believe, but now,
a 10-year-old brat could actually ejaculate? How could Zhao Laoshi believe it? At this moment,
three words were written all over Zhao Laoshi's face—Impossible!
"Really, Dad. A few mornings when I got out of bed, I saw that my second brother's genitals were wet and sticky.
I thought he had wet the bed. I was afraid of getting a beating from him, so I didn't tell you." Little Leopard could tell
that his father didn't believe him, so he hurriedly defended himself, completely ignoring the winks his older brother kept giving him.
"Dad, don't listen to your little brother's nonsense..." For some reason, Da Long wanted to deny Little Leopard's words, but he
was interrupted by Zhao Laoshi waving his hand after only a few words.
Zhao Laoshi felt extremely confused and desperately needed to calm down, so he had no interest in listening to Da Long
. What he needed to do now was to get some fresh air outside. So, Zhao Laoshi quickly pulled up his trousers
, fastened his belt, and went out of the house.
As soon as he stepped out, a gust of cold wind blew in his face, making Zhao Laoshi shiver. Unfortunately, the cold wind
couldn't calm Zhao Laoshi's turbulent heart, because his mind was constantly replaying
Xiao Bao's words.
"Erhu's penis is bigger than Dalong's, it's unbelievable. If Erhu were already 14 or
15, there would be a chance he could surpass Dalong, but he's only 10 now, and won't be 11 until after the New Year. He's
not even old enough to have a penis yet, and he already has spurs... It's really damn weird," Zhao Laoshi squatted in
the yard, smoking his pipe and thinking wildly. "But Xiao Bao has no reason to lie to me, could it
be... Sigh, it's my own fault. I was too focused on Dalong these past few days and didn't pay attention to the other two boys... Hmm, I might as well
check it out tonight..." Thinking this, Zhao Laoshi's lower body became aroused again, so he stood up and went back
into the house...
7
Winter days always pass quickly, but Zhao Laoshi felt that time was passing particularly slowly today. After Erhu
returned home from herding the sheep, Zhao Laoshi became increasingly distracted, his eyes constantly fixed on Erhu.
Erhu naturally noticed this intense gaze, but didn't pay it any mind (after all, it's perfectly normal for a father to look at his son
).
Finally, bedtime arrived, and Zhao Laoshi felt his heart suddenly race, his throat burning
. He was puzzled; why was he so absent-minded? It was just looking at his son's genitals,
was it really that serious? His son was grown up; he'd seen him countless times since he was born…
Just as Zhao Laoshi was lost in thought, Erhu began to undress. Zhao Laoshi quickly pulled himself
back to reality, his eyes once again fixed intently on Erhu.
"This...this...why is this kid taking so long to take off his clothes? He's only managed to unbutton a few buttons after all that time, he's so
slow...Oh, finally he's taken his clothes off. Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect Erhu to be two years younger than his brother, but
his physique is just as good. Dark, shiny skin, a thick little chest, I didn't expect this kid to be
so strong after herding sheep for half a year...Oh, right, I wanted to see this kid's little cow, why did my mind
wander to something else? Hurry up, hurry up and take off his pants. Hmm, starting to undo the belt, faster, faster, okay, finally
the pants are off. Oops! Don't bend over!" "Bending over like that means you can't see anything... Yes, yes,
straighten up, that's right. Ah! I never imagined this kid's penis would be so big. He's only 10 years old, and will
only be 11 after the New Year, yet he's already comparable to a 14 or 15-year-old boy. Little Leopard was right, it
's unbelievable... Damn it, the oil lamp's light is too dim, I can't even see clearly. Hmm, let's look closer,
closer..."
Erhu had just bent down to pull his pants down from his ankles when he stood up and saw that his father was already
standing in front of him, his eyes fixed on his penis. Suddenly, Zhao Laoshi placed his hands
on Erhu's bottom, and before Erhu could react, he pressed forward sharply, and Erhu's penis, along with
his testicles, was unexpectedly taken into Zhao Laoshi's mouth...
Zhao Laoshi couldn't explain why he was doing this. He had only intended to look and hadn't planned to do anything
out of line. After all, he had already "corrupted" Dalong and Xiaobao, and he felt quite guilty,
so he really didn't want to drag Erhu down with him. But in the end, he couldn't control himself and did this... Oh well,
it's done now, all three kids are "in the water," so there's no need to hide it anymore... Thinking this
, Zhao Laoshi had no more scruples and began to suck and swallow.
Erhu's penis slowly grew thicker and harder under Zhao Laoshi's sucking. Erhu's penis was already large,
while Zhao Laoshi's mouth was only the size of a normal person's. Therefore, after Erhu's penis became erect, Zhao Laoshi's
mouth couldn't hold it any longer and had to spit out Erhu's two plump testicles.
While Zhao Laoshi was sucking on Erhu's penis, his hands were also constantly kneading Erhu's buttocks. Erhu's buttocks
were much fleshier than Xiaobao's, but they were different from Dalong's. Although Dalong's buttocks
were round and full like two small hills due to his frequent farm work, the skin was also rough and
not very comfortable to touch. Erhu's buttocks, while not as firm as Dalong's, were smooth and
fleshy to the touch, with a wonderful feel.
Zhao Laoshi continued to suck on Erhu's penis while kneading Erhu's buttocks. Suddenly
, without warning, Erhu's penis trembled wildly in Zhao Laoshi's mouth, ejaculating his virgin essence. Zhao Lao...
Although Zhao Laoshi had sucked Dalong countless times and Xiaobao during the day, neither of the two boys had ejaculated yet.
Therefore, Zhao Laoshi was completely unprepared for Erhu's sudden ejaculation, and was choked and coughed repeatedly.
Erhu stared blankly at everything his father did to him, remaining motionless throughout the entire process, seemingly
unfazed by such things. Only after his father, his face flushed, coughed incessantly and spat out his limp
penis, which had already ejaculated, did he timidly ask, "Dad, are you alright?"
Zhao Laoshi, his face flushed, was half-bent over, covering his mouth with his hand and coughing repeatedly, unable to recover for a while
. Zhao Laoshi felt as if something was stuck in his throat, tasting fishy. He wanted to vomit but
couldn't, and wanted to swallow but felt disgusted, leaving him in a dilemma. Finally,
unable to spit out the thing stuck in his throat, Zhao Laoshi had to swallow it, and only then did his coughing slowly stop.
Zhao Laoshi, his face flushed, covered his mouth and replied, "Cough... Dad's fine... cough..." He said he was fine, but
his appearance was truly pathetic.
"Oh, that's good. Dad, why do you and Uncle both like to play with my dick? Your adult
tastes are really strange."
"??????" As the saying goes, what is said without intention is heard with intent. Upon hearing Erhu's words, Zhao Laoshi froze
on the spot. "Hu...Hu, what...what did you just say?"
"I said, why do you and Uncle both like to play with my dick? What's wrong, Dad?"
"Wh...which Uncle?"
"It's...it's the village secretary, Uncle."
These words were like a bolt from the blue for Zhao Laoshi. Old Zhao grabbed Erhu's shoulders and
demanded in a voice that was almost hoarse, "Tell me quickly, how did the Party Secretary treat you? What did he do to you?"
"Ah! Dad, you're hurting me!"
"Then tell me quickly, how did the Party Secretary treat you? What did he do to you?"
"Dad, I'll tell you, ah! Let go first, it hurts..."
Seeing that Erhu was indeed hurt by his grip, Old Zhao released his hands. However, what Erhu said next
made Old Zhao feel as if he had fallen into an abyss...
8
This story begins more than half a year ago. At that time, Old Zhao's wife had just died, and his family was destitute. In order to help
Old Zhao's family, the village assigned Erhu to herd sheep for the village, earning half a work point a day, which greatly reduced
the economic burden on Old Zhao's family. However, after Erhu had only herded sheep for a week, misfortune befell
him...
That day, Erhu, as usual, finished eating dried sweet potatoes and went to the house where the village production brigade was located to report for duty. When
Erhu entered the room, he saw the team leader and the village secretary chatting animatedly, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Erhu
wanted to report, but being introverted and timid, he felt embarrassed and didn't dare
interrupt their conversation. He could only stand obediently to the side, waiting for these two "important figures" to finish
their chatter.
Finally, the team leader noticed Erhu standing to the side and said with a smile, "Oh, Erhu, you're here! How long have you been waiting
?" As he spoke, he took out a small notebook from a drawer and had Erhu draw a checkmark in it to indicate that he
had come to herd sheep that day. As Erhu was making a checkmark, the Party Secretary sitting next to the team leader spoke up: "Little Li,
is this kid the honest Erxiaozi?"
"Yes, Party Secretary, this kid has had a hard life. He lost his mother when he was only 10 years old. It's really
tough for him to raise the three brothers on his own, so I let him come to the brigade to help herd sheep," the team leader replied truthfully.
"Oh, I know about the honest guy's situation. By the way, how many work points does this kid get for herding sheep for a day?"
"To be honest, not many, only half a work point."
"Half a? No, no, that's too little. You should give
him at least one work point." "Secretary, you're putting me in a difficult position. You know, there are official documents
specifying how many work points you get for each job. If I give him too many, what will people think? It'll be hard for me to do my job as team leader."
"That's true. Hmm, I've got it. From today onwards, this kid will eat lunch at my house,
saving your brigade one meal. We'll add half a work point to that meal for the kid. See, is that alright?"
"Oh, is that so? Sure, of course! Hey, Erhu, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank
the Party Secretary."
Erhu, standing to the side, listened intently. Although he was introverted and timid, he wasn't stupid. He knew that from today
onwards, he could earn a work point, and his family's life would be much better. All of this was thanks to the Party Secretary
, so he was truly grateful to him. "Thank you... thank you, Party Secretary..."
But the Party Secretary waved his hand, interrupting Erhu's thanks. "Don't mention it, there's nothing to thank me for. Also,
don't keep calling me 'Party Secretary,' it sounds too formal. Hmm, from now on, just call me 'Big Brother. '
Big Brother will cook you something delicious for lunch today."
"Yes, Party Secretary... Oh, Big Brother." Erhu felt tears welling up in his eyes.
And so, from that day on, the Party Secretary provided Erhu with lunch. The Party Secretary did indeed take good care of Erhu,
providing him with an incredibly lavish lunch every day.
Dishes included braised pork, stir-fried pork kidneys, boiled lamb kidneys, and fried sesame balls (actually just fried testicles of livestock like pigs, cows, and sheep), all meat dishes. It's worth noting that since Zhao Laoshi's
wife fell ill, the Zhao family hadn't eaten a single piece of meat. Therefore, for Erhu, the Party Secretary's lunches
were far too extravagant. The first time Erhu ate at the Party Secretary's house, he was so overwhelmed by the abundance of food that he didn't dare
touch his chopsticks. The Party Secretary, however, smiled and told Erhu to eat his fill, saying that children who don't eat enough wo
n't grow up. This made Erhu even more grateful to this "Big Brother" Party Secretary.
The only thing that made Erhu a little embarrassed was that the "Big Brother" Party Secretary always liked to chat with him. Of course, if it were just
pure chatting, that wouldn't be a problem. The issue is, the content of this chatting is really... well, let's just say that the Party Secretary, "Big
Big," always likes to tell Erhu dirty jokes between men. Some of these jokes don't bother Erhu,
but others give him an indescribable feeling, and his little thing between his legs
inexplicably becomes "restless." And sometimes, the Party Secretary, "Big Big," will suddenly reach out and grab Erhu...
Tiger chuckled and said, "Why is Niu Niu standing so erect, like a bamboo shoot?" At this, Erhu was instantly embarrassed.
If it were just that, it wouldn't be a big deal. But ever since hearing the dirty jokes told by the Party Secretary "Big Brother ,"
although he only vaguely understood them, Erhu had many strange dreams every night. The content of these dreams
was mostly related to the dirty jokes told by the Party Secretary "Big Brother," and while having these dreams, Erhu felt a swelling in his lower abdomen
, and his penis was always erect.
One night a month later, Erhu was having these pleasurable dreams as usual when suddenly he felt
a strange current gather in his lower body—no, to be precise, it gathered
in his erect penis caused by the strange dream, and it seemed about to burst out. Erhu hurriedly grabbed his
penis, trying to stop it, but as soon as his hand touched it, the force burst
out. In the instant he rushed out, Erhu felt a fleeting sense of comfort and exhilaration, something he had never
experienced before, leaving him feeling completely drained…
But Erhu didn't bask in this pleasure; instead, he was gripped by a deep sense of fear. When his little hand
touched his penis, feeling its wetness and stickiness, a thought immediately flashed through his mind:
"Oh no, I wet the bed."
This thought made Erhu so ashamed he wanted to dig a hole and disappear. A 10-year-old boy wet the bed!
If his father found out, he'd spank him in four pieces. If outsiders, especially his playmates,
found out, they'd laugh their heads off. Even 8-year-old Xiaobao had stopped wetting the bed long ago, and he, the older brother,
was still… Ugh, just thinking about it was incredibly embarrassing. No, he absolutely couldn't let anyone know. So, Erhu decided
to use his body heat to dry the place he had just "peed" on.
The next morning, Erhu deliberately got up late, waiting until his father, older brother, and younger brother were all up before slowly getting
out of bed. As he got up, he secretly checked his sleeping spot. Thankfully, there were no traces; it seemed
he had dried it.
In the following days, Erhu would "urinate" on the bed every few days, which terrified him. He thought
he was sick. Although the moment of "bedwetting" felt good, and he could
dry the wet spot the next day, it couldn't go on forever. Who could guarantee that no one would find out (in fact,
Xiaobao had already discovered it)? At the same time, Erhu also noticed that his penis had grown much bigger, not only bigger than his younger brother
Xiaobao's, but even smaller than his older brother Dalong's, almost as big as his father's. Erhu didn't know what was going on, only
subconsciously feeling that it wasn't a good thing, but he dared not ask anyone (of course, he was also ashamed to ask), so he kept the problem
to himself, which made him absent-minded when herding sheep.
And then, big trouble began!
9
It was a nice day, though the sun was scorching. Although Erhu was only wearing a low-cut cloth
shirt and a sheepskin headscarf, he was still sweating profusely by noon. Erhu felt his stomach
rumbling, and it was time to go to the village secretary's house for lunch. He cracked his whip and herded the sheep down the small
hill. On the way, Erhu idly started counting the sheep, a habit of his—partly to
avoid losing any, and partly to pass the time. However, Erhu had never made a mistake while herding sheep, so
counting was mostly for entertainment.
1, 2, 3…38, 39. Huh? 39? There should have been 40 sheep, so why did he only
count to 39? Erhu finished counting and suddenly realized one sheep was missing. Instantly, Erhu broke into another sweat,
but this time it was cold sweat! "No...no, it must be a mistake,"
Erhu thought with a glimmer of hope. However, after counting three times, even that sliver of hope vanished;
one sheep was indeed missing.
"How could...how could one be missing?" Erhu was on the verge of tears. He knew that although only
one sheep was missing, the consequences were extremely serious. His sheep-herding job was definitely ruined, and he might even have to pay compensation
. Even if the village spared him from paying compensation because his family was dirt poor, losing the sheep-herding job
would undoubtedly be adding insult to injury. Moreover, his father was a man who cared about his reputation...
Just as Erhu was pacing around in a panic, not knowing what to do, the village secretary appeared out of nowhere.
"Hey Erhu, what time is it? Why aren't you here for dinner? Huh? Why are you crying? What happened?
Tell me."
"Second Secretary, I...I lost a sheep." Erhu had no other choice but to tell the truth through tears.
"What? The sheep are missing? This is no small matter... Alright, stop crying. There's nothing we can do about the lost sheep,
but we can't let ourselves go hungry. Come on, let's go eat at everyone's house."
...
The lunch at the Party Secretary's house was as lavish as ever, but Erhu couldn't eat a thing. He sat at the table
sobbing, looking completely lost and dejected. The Party Secretary sat beside Erhu, silently watching him.
"Actually..." Finally, the Party Secretary broke the silence, "This matter can be big or small. As long as I
inform the village, it can be treated as if it never happened."
"Really? Uncle?" Upon hearing this, Erhu was like a drowning man grasping at a straw, seeing
hope again. "Okay, Uncle, please, please help me."
"But..." The Party Secretary looked troubled. "Kid, you must understand, as the Party Secretary
, I can't show favoritism in anything I do. Besides, you and I are not related, so it's difficult for me to ask
."
"Okay, Uncle, please, you must help me. If even you won't help me, then I will..." Erhu's
newly risen hope was shattered when he heard the Party Secretary refuse to help him. But he was unwilling to give up, so he immediately knelt down in
front of the Party Secretary, hoping to move him.
"Hey, what's going on? Get up, get up!"
"Big Brother, if you don't agree to help me, I won't get up."
"...Alright, then Big Brother will help you this time. However, you have to agree to a few conditions. If you agree
, Big Brother will not only help you this time, but if anything happens to you in the future, Big Brother will protect you. If you don't agree..."
"Then even Dad won't help you this time."
"Dad, tell me quickly, what are the conditions? I'll agree to anything."
"Actually, there's only one condition: you have to listen to Dad from now on, and do whatever Dad asks you to do. Can you
agree to that?"
"Yes, I agree." Erhu felt that the condition wasn't excessive, so he agreed without hesitation.
"Alright, Dad will test you first to see if you can really keep your word." The Party Secretary was all smiles now
. "Come on, take off your clothes."
Erhu immediately took off his short jacket (he felt hot anyway, so taking it off would cool him down), and then waited for
the Party Secretary to speak, shirtless.
"Why did you stop? Didn't I say to take off your clothes? Why aren't you taking off your pants?"
"Huh?" Erhu didn't react for a moment. He didn't expect the Party Secretary to actually ask him to take off his pants, and he was immediately embarrassed
and dumbfounded.
"What? You don't want to?" The Party Secretary's face instantly turned from sunny to stormy. "You agreed so readily just now, how come you're
..."
Erhu snapped out of his daze at the Party Secretary's chilling words. Although somewhat unwilling and ashamed, he still took off
his pants. So what if he was naked? It wasn't like he'd never been naked before. Besides, he had to obey the Party Secretary now.
Soon, Erhu was completely naked. Seeing the Party Secretary staring intently at his crotch, he quickly
lowered his head in shame and covered his genitals with his hands. To his utter surprise, his body began to
react strangely to the gaze, and his penis slowly hardened.
The Party Secretary gestured for Erhu to climb onto the kang (heated brick bed). Erhu had no choice but to lie naked on the kang, his hands still tightly covering
his genitals. The village secretary walked up to Erhu, removed Erhu's hand from his penis, and while touching
Erhu's semi-erect penis, muttered to himself, "Smack, smack, smack... I didn't expect such a little brat
's penis to be so big. It's worth feeding him well every day..." With that, he
took Erhu's dark penis into his mouth.
"Ah..." Erhu immediately felt a strange sensation spreading from his penis throughout his body. His
penis swelled thicker and longer in the village secretary's mouth. Suddenly, Erhu felt
the same urge he had when he wet the bed at night, and feeling both scared and ashamed, he cried out, "Grandpa, stop... stop! I
... I need to pee..." But the village secretary held Erhu's bare buttocks with both hands, continuing to forcefully envelop Erhu's
penis, showing no sign of stopping. Erhu could only desperately try to hold it in. But he couldn't hold back for long, and a hot
stream gushed from his erect penis.
The village secretary spat out Erhu's penis, and Erhu saw something milky white flowing out of his penis
. Erhu didn't understand what it was. Then the village secretary spread Erhu's thighs apart, raised them, and made Erhu
hug his knees, thus completely exposing Erhu's anus. Erhu found this position
very difficult, but he had no choice but to comply.
After touching Erhu's anus, the village secretary suddenly shoved a finger into it, causing
Erhu pain so intense that he almost fell apart. "Don't move, hold this position, or else..." the village secretary threatened. Erhu could only endure
the pain and remain in that humiliating position, pleading, "Please, please stop, let me go, I'm in so much pain
!" Instead of removing his fingers, the Party Secretary inserted his entire fingers into Erhu's anus and
began thrusting them in and out. Then, he inserted a second, a third…
Just as Erhu was about to reach his limit of pain, the Party Secretary suddenly pulled all his fingers out of Erhu's anus.
Erhu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over, but when he looked up and saw the Party Secretary "Big Brother" pulling down his pants,
he couldn't help but wonder what he was doing.
When the Party Secretary stood naked from the waist down in front of the kang (a heated brick bed), his erect penis gleaming, Erhu's mind suddenly flashed back to
the dirty jokes the Party Secretary had told him before. Could it be that the Party Secretary wanted him? "Ah...it hurts..." Before Erhu could finish his thought,
the Party Secretary's penis forced its way into his anus, like a butcher's knife brutally cutting into him...
After an unknown amount of time, the Party Secretary finally climbed off Erhu, who was almost passing out, with a satisfied expression. Erhu
felt a burning pain in his anus, so he reached down and touched it. Besides his hand being covered in sticky liquid
, he discovered that the village secretary had swollen his anus almost a size larger, like an open mouth. And because of
the pain, he couldn't close it for a moment. He couldn't help but think, "This is bad; I'm going to
poop when I walk later."
The village secretary, satisfied, said to Erhu, "Not bad, you're a really obedient boy.
I'll take care of your business for you, but from today onwards, you have to be filial to me like this every day. Also, you're not allowed to
tell anyone about this, understand? If you ever can't do it, hmph, hmph, don't blame me..."
"Oh, I understand." Although Erhu was introverted and timid, he wasn't stupid. He knew
what the village secretary meant by the last sentence, but he had no choice but to agree.
And so, from that day on, every day at noon when Erhu went to the Party Secretary's house for lunch, he would make sure to "show respect" to 　　the Party
Secretary. 　　When Erhu timidly finished recounting his "blood and tears," Zhao Laoshi's face had already turned completely green. Zhao Laoshi 　　never imagined that sending Erhu to herd sheep to alleviate the family's financial difficulties would allow that 　　beast in human clothing, the Party Secretary, to take such a huge advantage. Truly, you can know a person's face but not their heart. At this moment, Zhao Laoshi was burning with rage, wanting nothing more 　　than to beat the Party Secretary to a pulp. Although he himself had done such a despicable thing to Dalong, Zhao Laoshi subconsciously believed 　　that a father can sleep with his son because the son is his own; what right does the Party Secretary have to sleep with my son? It's 　　the same as stealing someone else's wife and cuckolding them. Zhao Laoshi finally understood why Erhu's penis was so big— 　　damn it, eating that kind of "nourishing" stuff every day, how could it not be big? No wonder Erhu had been limping for a while 　　. At the time, I thought he'd twisted his ankle and didn't take it seriously. Now I realize he was being framed. 　　Damn it, you village secretary are really bullying me! I'm not a man if I don't settle this score with you! So 　　, Zhao Laoshi, with a dark face, said to his three sons, "You all go to sleep first, Dad has something to do and needs to go out for a bit." After saying that, he...

He slammed the door and left; he couldn't wait until the next day.
Zhao Laoshi's house was on the north side of the village, while the Party Secretary's house was on the south side, so Zhao Laoshi had to cross the entire village
to reach the Party Secretary's house. Fortunately, the village wasn't large, and Zhao Laoshi arrived at the Party Secretary's house in no time.
The lights were on in the Party Secretary's house; it seemed he hadn't gone to bed yet. So, Zhao Laoshi ran into the yard and started banging on the door. (In the
rural areas of Northwest China, the customs are simple and honest; generally, the gates to courtyards are not locked, and outsiders can come and go freely.)
"Who is it?" The Party Secretary's impatient voice drifted from inside the house. "It's me, Laoshi, Party Secretary. I have something urgent to tell you," Zhao Laoshi 　　replied
, trying to control his anger . 　　"Oh, it's Laoshi. What's wrong so late? Can't we talk about it tomorrow morning? I'm already asleep," 　　the Party Secretary's voice sounded even more impatient. 　　Asleep? Who are you trying to fool? You old beast! Zhao Laoshi cursed inwardly. So he pounded on the door even louder. 　　"No, Secretary. This has to be said now." 　　"Alright, alright, I know, I'll open the door right away. Oh, stop banging! You're going to break the door!" 　　... 　　After waiting for quite a while, the Secretary finally opened the door with a creak. Zhao Laoshi, who had been waiting impatiently, 　　rushed in. The Secretary asked with a smile, "Laoshi, what is it that you have to 　　say now? You made me get out of bed. Come, sit down and tell me." 　　Zhao Laoshi looked the Secretary up and down. His clothes were a bit disheveled, indicating that he had indeed dressed hastily 　　. Looking around, he noticed that there seemed to be someone hiding on the Secretary's kang (heated brick bed). Zhao Laoshi was puzzled. The Secretary had 　　divorced his wife years ago because she couldn't have children and hadn't remarried. Therefore, although he was the most powerful 　　person in the village, he had always lived alone. How come there was someone else here now? 　　Strange as it was, Zhao Laoshi hadn't forgotten his purpose for coming here, but he couldn't find the words 　　to say. He was angry, but such things were difficult to talk about, especially since he wasn't exactly clean himself. 　　Seeing Zhao Laoshi's angry face, yet also his ashamed and hesitant expression, the Party Secretary already 　　guessed what it was about. He had been prepared for this day ever since he first did that thing. "Hmph, 　　hmph, who do you think I am? Do you think I'll be intimidated by a stinking peasant who only knows how to bury his head in his work? Fine! Since you 　　've delivered yourself to my doorstep, I'll take you down! Still too embarrassed to speak? Alright, then I'll break the ice 　　." 　　"Brother, why don't you say so? Let me guess, um... is it about your second son?" 　　Zhao Laoshi didn't expect the Party Secretary to strike first, and was momentarily flustered. "No... that's right, it's 　　about Erhu." 　　"Oh, if it's about the lost sheep, then don't worry about it. I already took care of it for him. Don't thank 　　me, it's what I should do." The Party Secretary began to play dumb. 　　"What do you mean, 'what I should do'?!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Laoshi's anger flared up. "Tell me, what have you 　　done to Erhu? My God! Erhu is only 10 years old! You've treated him like this, how is he supposed to face anyone in the future 　　?" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Laoshi, with tears in his eyes, threw a punch at the Party Secretary. 　　The Party Secretary had anticipated this move. Although the Party Secretary was over 50 years old and a bit overweight, he 　　was still agile and caught Zhao Laoshi's fist in an instant. Then, with a 　　swift, decisive movement, he twisted Zhao Laoshi's hand behind his back, making Zhao Laoshi grimace in pain and break out in a cold sweat. 　　"You think you can pull this on me? Don't you know I've fought the Japanese with bayonets and 　　fought Chiang Kai-shek? You're still too green for this." With that, he flung his hand away, releasing Zhao Laoshi 　　. 　　Zhao Laoshi rubbed his aching hand, remaining silent. Although his eyes were still filled with resentment, the Party Secretary noticed 　　that he was beginning to waver and become timid. Seizing the opportunity, he said, "Brother, I know anyone in this situation 　　would...hehe, but you have to think about it. Your second son only had to bend over for me to punish him, but he kept his shepherding 　　job. That's still a good deal. If he lost that job, your whole family would probably starve." 　　"But..." 　　"No buts. You're saying Erhu will be ashamed in the future, right? Actually, as long as I don't 　　say anything, you don't say anything, and the child doesn't say anything, who will know? Of course, I was a bit too 　　harsh on the child, but I'll make it up to you. How about this: the village production brigade is short a deputy leader. I'll let you take the position after spring 　　. Hehe, I don't think anyone in the village will object." 　　A deputy leader of the production brigade? Zhao Laoshi was suddenly feeling down. He had never even dared to dream of this position; 　　it was the fourth most important seat, after the Party Secretary, the Village Chief, and the Team Leader! Zhao 　　Laoshi knew perfectly well what this position meant, and he was tempted. But the thought of sacrificing almost his son's 　　happiness for life made him hesitate, unable to make up his mind. 　　Seeing Zhao Laoshi's indecisiveness, the Party Secretary knew what he was still worried about and decided to give him the final blow. 　　"Brother, what are you still hesitating about? Are you worried about Erhu? Sigh, you're so stubborn 　　about saving face, no wonder you're penniless now. It's not like you're the one doing the work, it's not a big deal. Besides, Erhu is 　　still young, he doesn't understand much, and he's already used to it." 　　"But..." Zhao Laoshi still couldn't make up his mind. 　　"Sigh, honest Zhao, it's rare to see someone as stubborn as you. You're even less open-minded than our old village chief." 　　"What do you mean by that?" Zhao was completely confused. How did this relate to 　　the old village chief? "Heh, do you think that old man, already in his seventies, can still hold onto his position as village chief, 　　living a life of luxury?" 　　"Why?" Zhao was even more bewildered. In his mind, no, in the minds of most villagers, 　　the old village chief was rightfully entitled to remain village chief forever; they'd never considered why. 　　"Heh, well, let me tell you, he got it all by trading his precious grandson's backside." 　　"What? That's impossible!" Zhao refused to believe it. Everyone in the village knew how much the old village chief cherished his 　　grandson, the only son in three generations. He treated him like a precious gem, how 　　could this be…?

"Heh, you don't believe me? But that's how people are; they can abandon family for status and wealth. When
that old geezer came begging me to let him stay as village chief, I only gave him a little hint. I never expected
him to agree. Who knew he'd turn around and send his precious grandson to my bed, saying that it was a
blessing the child had accumulated over several lifetimes to be favored by me? Heh, truly shameless."
"..." Zhao Laoshi felt his mind go blank, not knowing what to say.
"Also, that scoundrel in our village, do you know why I didn't do anything about his rampages in the village?"
"Could it be..."
"That's right, you guessed it, that's the 'could it be' part. That kid simply had his son, Fusheng, recognize me as his godfather,
it's that simple." The Party Secretary said smugly.
Zhao Laoshi was completely flustered. "The old village chief, the most respected person in the village; the scoundrel, the notorious
rogue in the village—these two completely different people, for their own sake, actually… Especially the old village chief, such
a kind-faced old man, he even 'sold' his most beloved grandson, just to stay in the position of village chief.
Compared to him, what am I?" Thinking of this, Zhao Laoshi steeled his heart. "Fine, anyway, Erhu has already
been ruined by him. Now, being a deputy team leader is compensation, and I won't have to live in poverty anymore. Alas, it
's just a pity for that kid Erhu."
"Alright," having made up his mind, Zhao Laoshi said, "I agree to your terms. You can't go back on
your word."
"How could I go back on my word? I'm the village secretary, after all. My word is law."
"However, I have one more condition."
"You've traded a kid for a vice-captain position, such a cheap deal and you still have conditions? Fine, what conditions?
Tell me."
"I'll give Erhu to you, but you absolutely cannot have designs on Dalong and Xiaobao, or I'll fight you to
the death!"
"Okay, I promise you." The Party Secretary readily agreed.
Having received the Party Secretary's promise, Zhao Laoshi turned and left
the Party Secretary's house with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.
Only after watching Zhao Laoshi's thick, broad back completely disappear into the night did the Party Secretary close the door. At that
moment, he was secretly overjoyed. Heh heh, Zhao Laoshi, I only gave you a little treat, and you
sold your son. Looks like you're not so good after all. No designs on Dalong and Xiaobao? "No way I'd agree to that ! I'll make sure you
get rid of all three of your sons. Of course, I can't rush it now. I have to wait for the right opportunity. Besides,
I haven't gotten tired of that Erhu yet, hahaha... " The Party Secretary thought to himself as he stripped naked, climbed onto the kang (a heated 　　brick
bed), and yanked off the quilt, saying, "Fusheng,
come here, let your godfather continue to pamper you." 　　The Party Secretary was indeed true to his word. The following spring, he appointed Zhao Laoshi as the deputy leader of the production brigade. 　　Although this appointment was completely unexpected by the villagers, as the Party Secretary had said, almost 　　no one objected. Some even thought that having a kind-hearted man like Zhao Laoshi as deputy leader was perfect, 　　and they were secretly plotting how to get more benefits from him in the future. 　　In fact, Zhao Laoshi's power as deputy leader wasn't great; he only controlled the village's grain scale. 　　However, for the farmers who toiled in the fields all day, this power was enough to determine whether they would eat 　　meat or dried sweet potatoes for the year. Everyone hoped that when Zhao Laoshi weighed their grain, he would allocate one or two extra stars. Thus 　　, after Zhao Laoshi became the deputy team leader, his fortunes turned around. Before, he was an insignificant figure in the village, 　　but now everyone vied to curry favor with him. Some tried to establish a connection, others offered money and gifts, and some even 　　introduced him to potential partners. The methods of flattery were astonishing. 　　Faced with the villagers' excessive "enthusiasm," Zhao Laoshi was initially flustered, but over time, he 　　got used to it. After all, they were all neighbors, and they would help each other out. When Zhao Laoshi was down on his luck, 　　the villagers had also lent a helping hand. Now that Zhao Laoshi had "suddenly" become an official, the villagers sought his help, and Zhao 　　Laoshi naturally agreed without hesitation, accepting the gifts and money they offered. 　　After becoming the deputy team leader, Zhao Laoshi's family's life gradually improved. At least the children had new clothes 　　, and there was meat on the table. At night, thanks to the new bedding, the four of them no longer had to squeeze onto one 　　kang (heated brick bed)—Zhao Laoshi slept on one kang, and the three children slept on another. 　　Although it was said that the three children slept on one kang, in reality, most of the time only Dalong and Xiaobao slept on 　　their own kang, while Erhu was often called by the village secretary to "sleep with" him. 　　Zhao Laoshi knew very well what this so-called "sleeping with" entailed, but he had no choice, because it was agreed upon 　　with the village secretary. Now that Zhao Laoshi's family was better off, the children naturally returned to school, and Erhu no longer had 　　to herd sheep. As a result, the village secretary naturally had no opportunity to punish Erhu during the day. There was no opportunity during the day, so 　　how about at night? Zhao Laoshi disagreed, but there was nothing he could do. The Party Secretary's sex drive was so strong that Erhu 　　had to spend almost every night at the Secretary's house, making him seem like the Secretary's son. Zhao Laoshi was helpless. 　　Every time he saw Erhu return home exhausted in the morning, he felt a pang of guilt and remorse, 　　because he knew that their good life was earned by Erhu's promiscuity. 　　Actually, besides the initial "agreement," Zhao Laoshi's tacit acceptance of the Secretary's outrageous behavior stemmed 　　from another reason: while the Secretary was "fond" of Erhu, he was also harassing Dalong! 　　When Zhao Laoshi learned of the Secretary's actions towards Erhu, he was extremely disgusted by this behavior 　　and temporarily ended his illicit relationship with Dalong. However, as a normal 　　man, especially a normal man in his late thirties or early forties, his normal physiological needs needed 　　to be met. As the saying goes… Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger; Zhao Laoshi was currently in the jaws of these wolves and tigers, making 　　his suffering all the more unbearable. 　　It wasn't that he hadn't considered finding another wife; in fact, since becoming deputy captain, matchmakers had been coming to his door in droves.

There were quite a few, but for some reason, the moment Zhao Laoshi met a woman, his "sexual interest"
vanished like a mouse before a cat. After several blind dates, Zhao Laoshi had to sadly admit that he
had now completely become like the village secretary in that respect.
So, one night, nearly two months after becoming deputy team leader, Zhao Laoshi finally couldn't hold back any longer. That
night, the moon was bright, but Zhao Laoshi couldn't sleep. The "pain" accumulated over the past two months
seemed to be reaching its limit. Although Zhao Laoshi had tried masturbation, it
was like asking someone accustomed to rich food to eat cornbread—it might fill their stomach, but the feeling
was worlds apart. Now, whenever Zhao Laoshi closes his eyes,
images of his "blissful" time with Dalong flash through his mind , and he even fantasizes about the relationship between the Party Secretary and Erhu…
"Damn it, why am I thinking about such things?" Zhao Laoshi cursed himself inwardly as he lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) unable to sleep. But despite his cursing
, the "protest" from his lower body seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
He decided to go to the outhouse to take care of things. So, Zhao Laoshi quietly got off the kang,
without even putting on his clothes, and walked naked towards the outhouse in the backyard (after all, it was his own house, and
no one was around in the middle of the night). However, when Zhao Laoshi reached the middle of the room, his eyes, whether intentionally or unintentionally,
glanced at the kang where his sons slept, using the bright moonlight. And it was this glance that made Zhao Laoshi freeze on the spot.
Whether it was because the kang was too hot or for some other reason, Dalong and Xiaobao's sleeping postures were extremely unsightly. Little
Leopard's blanket only covered his belly, leaving his small penis and thin thighs exposed; Big Dragon
was even more outrageous, having kicked the entire blanket aside, lying naked on the kang (heated brick bed), the moonlight
shining directly on his dark, round, firm, and full buttocks like small hills.
This was perfectly normal, but to Zhao Laoshi at that moment, it was an absolute
temptation. Looking at Big Dragon and Little Leopard sleeping on the kang, Zhao Laoshi's breathing grew heavier, and his lower body aroused more intensely
. "No…no, I can't do anything to betray the children anymore, I've already betrayed Erhu, Erhu
…" Thinking of Erhu, Zhao Laoshi thought of the Party Secretary, and further, he imagined the Party Secretary currently indulging
in Erhu's "cherishing" pleasure. Thinking of this, Zhao Laoshi felt extremely uncomfortable. "My son is my own,
raising him all this time, it would be such a waste not to use him..." The scoundrel's words echoed in Zhao Laoshi's ears again.
"You can't say that, but... now I'm like a monk, guarding a treasure but not using it, while others
are messing with my son. Damn it, what kind of world is this? I don't care anymore, if I keep holding back like this I
'll get sick." With that thought, Zhao Laoshi steeled his heart and walked towards Dalong and Xiaobao... He
tiptoed to the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), and first touched Dalong's bottom. Seeing that Dalong didn't wake up,
he patted Dalong's bottom, trying to wake him up, but Dalong was sleeping too soundly and still didn't wake up. So,
Zhao Laoshi had no choice but to pick up Dalong, intending to carry him to his own kang, but after only a few steps, Dalong
woke up in Zhao Laoshi's arms.
"Huh? Dad, what's going on? It's the middle of the night, I'm so sleepy." Da Long
asked, rubbing his eyes, completely bewildered, as his father held him in his arms.
"Shh... keep your voice down, don't wake your little brother." Zhao Laoshi didn't want to wake Xiao Bao and let him see
this. In Zhao Laoshi's heart, he really didn't want Xiao Bao to follow in the footsteps of his two older brothers. Although he had
once foolishly "played" with Xiao Bao in a "bull bath," the child was still young. As long as he wasn't exposed
to such things again, he believed he would grow up normally and healthily.
Zhao Laoshi hurried to his kang (heated brick bed) and put Da Long on it. Da Long, now
fully awake from his drowsy state, understood his father's intentions upon seeing Zhao Laoshi's expression. A
thought flickered in his mind. The 13-year-old Da Long had never disliked such "play," even showing interest in it. However,
since Zhao Laoshi had stopped this behavior, Da Long had stopped paying attention and gradually forgot about it
(after all, he was still a child; like a toy he'd never played with before, he was initially excited and played enthusiastically
, but after a while, it became indifferent).
Now, seeing Zhao Laoshi about to "return to his old ways," Da Long felt both excited and afraid. He was excited to experience
that itchy, numb, and comfortable sensation again, but afraid because doing it was incredibly painful.
Although he had gotten used to it somewhat, he hadn't done it for several months and wondered if he could still endure it.
But Da Long had no time to spare now; Zhao Laoshi, already burning with desire, had no time to consider Da Long's feelings.
He made Da Long turn over and lie face down on the kang (a heated brick bed). After spreading Da Long's buttocks apart with his hands, he impatiently
thrust into Da Long's anus with extremely rough movements, causing Da Long to grimace in pain and almost cry out.
Zhao Laoshi frantically thrust into Da Long, as if he had returned to the first time he had ravaged Da Long, wanting to
release the pent-up lust of the past few months. Soon, Zhao Laoshi ejaculated, but he was not satisfied.
After resting for a while, he entered Da Long's body again... twice, three times, four times... Zhao Laoshi himself
did not know how many times he entered that night, only that when he finally fell asleep on Da Long, exhausted,
his penis was still deeply inserted into Da Long's anus...
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Since that night, Zhao Laoshi resumed his previous "sexually blissful" life. Although he was not like
the Party Secretary, who needed a male companion almost every night, he still ravaged Da Long 3 or 4 nights a week.
Even Da Long's first ejaculation was due to Zhao Laoshi's "excitement." Zhao Laoshi remembers
how embarrassed and terrified Da Long was at the time; the kid even thought he had wet the bed.
Days passed peacefully like this, and before long, autumn harvest was approaching. The village secretary
was becoming increasingly anxious, eagerly anticipating this day. The secretary knew his own
desires well. Years ago, after returning to his hometown from the army and becoming the village secretary, he couldn't resist the urges of any decent-looking boy in the village
, though he dared not make a move. After all, such things could be serious or minor, and without certainty, it was risky.
It was best not to do it. Only after the old village chief pleaded with him did Xiao Bao, the old village chief's only grandson in three generations, become
his first plaything in the village. The Party Secretary remembers those days as the happiest time of his life. Unfortunately,
people always grow up, and by the time Xiao Bao was 16, the Party Secretary had lost interest in him. Xiao Bao also
left the village to join the army at 18.
After his first taste of pleasure, the Party Secretary began to use his power
to constantly satisfy his desires over the next few years, through bribery and threats. If he hadn't had some scruples, he would have wanted to
have his way with every boy in the village. Therefore, the Party Secretary only took one or two boys every three or four years
(changing them after they turned 16). So, only a few
families in the village knew the Party Secretary's true colors, and those who did either received great favors from him or had weaknesses that he could exploit, so naturally, they wouldn't speak
out. Now it was Zhao Laoshi's turn. Although Zhao Laoshi's second son was already his plaything, the Party Secretary
wasn't satisfied. Zhao Laoshi had three sons; since he'd already had his way with one, how could he let the other two go
? Normally, Zhao Laoshi kept a close eye on Dalong and Xiaobao, so the Party Secretary had no chance to take advantage of them. But on harvest
day, he'd have his chance. Thinking of this, the Party Secretary cursed himself inwardly. Why had he been so boastful, promising
Zhao Laoshi the position of deputy team leader? Now he had no choice but to steal…
Harvest day finally arrived. Early in the morning, every household gathered at the production brigade's gate to pay their grain tax
. After a busy morning, Zhao Laoshi finally collected all the grain and paid the bill. However, he
couldn't rest yet, because he still had to work with the team leader and several young men from the production brigade to deliver the newly harvested grain
to the town's grain station. Because it would take several hours to walk to town, Zhao Laoshi quickly finished his lunch,
gave Dalong a few instructions, and then set off with the team leader and a few other young men.
After a quick lunch, Dalong went back to work in the fields. Although Zhao Laoshi had become the deputy leader of the production brigade
, someone still had to farm the family's fields. Zhao Laoshi was too busy to do farm work now, so
Dalong took on almost all the chores. Fortunately, the autumn harvest was over, and all that was needed was to turn the soil and
prepare for next year, which was nothing for a farm boy who was used to farm work.
Just as Dalong was working hard, sweating profusely, he suddenly heard someone calling him urgently. Looking up, he
saw Fusheng, the son of the rogue Zhao Shuan, running towards him. When Fusheng, panting, stopped in front of Dalong,
Dalong gave him a憨憨 smile and said, "What's up, Brother Fusheng? Why are you running so fast? What do you need?"
Although Fusheng's father was a notorious, universally disliked rogue in the village, always causing trouble,
Fusheng was considered a good boy by everyone. Despite his young age, he was very sensible and
submissive to his good-for-nothing father. Villagers often lamented that Fusheng was born into the wrong family, having such a rogue as his father. Fusheng
was on good terms with the other children in the village, often playing together. Dalong and his two brothers were no exception.
Although Fusheng was the same age as Dalong, he was born six months earlier, so Dalong often called Fusheng "brother."
After catching his breath, Fusheng said urgently, "Dalong, something bad has happened! Your brother, Erhu
... he's in trouble!"
"What? Erhu's in trouble? What happened?" Hearing that his brother was in trouble, Dalong panicked. Why
did it have to happen now, of all times, when his father was out?
"I'm not entirely sure, it seems... Oh dear, why don't you come with me and see? Erhu's
at my godfather's house right now. My godfather, oh, I mean the Party Secretary, is taking care of him."
"Okay, Brother Fusheng, please take me there quickly, I'm so worried!" Dalong was completely flustered.
He couldn't even bother with his farm work anymore and hurriedly followed Fusheng towards the Party Secretary's house.
When Dalong arrived at the Party Secretary's house, breathless, he found the door tightly shut. Da
Long was puzzled and about to ask a question when Fu Sheng stepped forward, knocking on the door and calling out, "Godfather, open the door! It
's Fu Sheng, I've brought Brother Da Long." Just as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang from behind the door, as if
something heavy had fallen to the ground. Then, Fu Sheng pushed the door open with a creak,
pulled Da Long into the house, and then turned around and bolted the door shut.
Upon
entering the house, Da Long saw a scene that made him blush with shame. The Party Secretary was sitting naked on
the kang (a heated brick bed), and Er Hu was sitting naked between the Party Secretary's legs. The Party Secretary's left arm was wrapped around Er Hu, while his right hand was constantly
playing with Er Hu's penis. When Er Hu saw Da Long enter, he immediately lowered his head in embarrassment.
Seeing this, Da Long immediately understood what was going on. Although Da Long was honest and simple, he wasn't stupid.
He knew about the affair between Er Hu and the Party Secretary, even before his father. After Er Hu was first
"favored" by the Party Secretary, Er Hu secretly told Da Long. However, Da Long was still young at the time and didn't understand these things
, so he didn't take it to heart. But now, Da Long was fully aware of these matters, and
Zhao Laoshi had warned Da Long and Xiao Bao to stay away from the Party Secretary. But today, when Da Long heard that Er Hu was in trouble,
he was so anxious that he forgot about it. Besides, how could he have imagined that Fu Sheng, who was always close to him, would lie to him?
Da Long's first thought after realizing he had been tricked was to run away as quickly as possible. Although Da Long was used to being
teased by his father every now and then, he still resented being teased by outsiders. But when he turned and shoved away the apologetic
Fusheng, the Party Secretary's slow, deliberate words, "If you dare step out of this door, I'll fire your
father tomorrow," left Dalong frozen in place.
Despair welled up in Dalong's heart. Rebel? Or run away at all costs? The Party Secretary would definitely do
what he said, and tomorrow, his family would be back to their impoverished lives—no, even worse than
before. Who in the village didn't know the Party Secretary's methods? Three years ago, Old Wang in the village had inadvertently offended
the Party Secretary, and as a result, the Party Secretary had ruined his family. Dalong, no, no one in the village dared
to forget that. So, you could offend anyone, but you couldn't offend the Party Secretary!
The Party Secretary looked at Dalong standing motionless with his back to him, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew that Dalong had just...
That last sentence had completely stunned Da Long. It seemed his plan had succeeded; now it was time to
"enjoy" it. "Fusheng, go outside and watch the door for your godfather for a while. Don't let any unrelated people in," the Party
Secretary began issuing orders. Fusheng looked at Da Long with a guilty expression, wanting to say something, but in the end, he sighed
and left the house without saying a word.
After Fusheng left, the Party Secretary told Da Long to close the door and pick up the hoe lying on the ground to prop it shut.
Da Long picked up the hoe and discovered that a thin rope was tied to it, and this rope stretched all the way to the kang (a heated brick bed). So that's how it worked.
When the hoe was used to prop the door shut, no one outside could push it open. If the Party Secretary wanted outsiders to come in,
he could simply pull the rope on the kang to knock down the hoe and open the door.
After Da Long propped the door shut with the hoe, the Party Secretary told him to go to the edge of the kang. Da Long hesitated for a moment, then went
over. When Da Long reached the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), he discovered that his younger brother, Er Hu, was sitting on the Party Secretary's penis .
The entire penis was inside Er Hu's anus, leaving only the Party Secretary's two large testicles
sticking out, making it look as if Er Hu had two testicles growing on his buttocks. Seeing this,
Da Long blushed with embarrassment, and his penis became somewhat "restless," even pitching a "little tent."
The Party Secretary continued to play with Er Hu in his arms while observing Da Long with amusement, making Da Long 　　feel uneasy. Because Da Long was only wearing a low-cut cloth shirt, the Party Secretary had a clear view of
his chest and belly .
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Da Long looks much stronger than his younger brother. It
's probably because he's always doing farm work. Look at that little chest, so thick and sturdy. There's a
little nipple on each side of his chest, dark reddish-brown... And that little belly, it's even vaguely divided into four parts. Tsk, tsk,
tsk, maybe it's because he just sweated, his body is dark and shiny, so incredibly tempting." As the Party Secretary looked at him, he suddenly felt the urge to vomit. He quickly took a deep breath to calm himself down; he didn't want to be " 　　full
before he even ate ." 　　So, after licking Erhu's face, the Party Secretary said to him, "Erhu, Daddy wants to show some affection to your 　　brother now, so you can play by yourself for a while, okay?" Without waiting for Erhu's reply, the Party Secretary 　　scooped Erhu up from his lap. Whether it was because he'd been inside him too deeply or for too long, when the Party Secretary pulled his penis out, Erhu's anus 　　made a "pop" sound. Erhu was already mortified, so when the Party Secretary put him 　　on the kang (heated brick bed), he rolled to the very back, his back to the Party Secretary and Dalong. 　　After letting Erhu go, the Party Secretary pressed Dalong onto the kang and quickly undressed him, soon 　　stripping him completely naked. When the Party Secretary grabbed Da Long's penis with one hand, 　　Da Long instinctively wanted to resist, but in the end he didn't dare. "Fine, let him be," Da Long sadly closed 　　his eyes, letting the Party Secretary grope his body. 　　Suddenly, Da Long felt his mouth being pried open, and then something smelly and thick was stuffed into 　　his mouth. Da Long quickly opened his eyes, only to see the Party Secretary looking at him with a wicked grin. And 　　what was stuffed into his mouth was… Good heavens! The Party Secretary had actually shoved his penis, which had just been inserted into Er Hu's anus 　　, into his mouth! Da Long felt a wave of nausea and wanted to vomit. You see, 　　although Da Long and his father, Zhao Laoshi, had also had that kind of relationship, Zhao Laoshi had never put his penis in Da Long's mouth. This 　　was, in a sense, Da Long's first time giving oral sex, and with a penis that had just been pulled from his anus… 　　Da Long had the urge to bite off the Party Secretary's penis, but the Party Secretary's penis was so thick, so big, so long 　　, that it filled Da Long's mouth completely, making it impossible for him to even move his mouth, let alone bite. 　　And his body was firmly held down by the Party Secretary, unable to move an inch. 　　Seeing Da Long's flushed face, the Party Secretary grinned mischievously and said, "Hehe, Da Long, Da Long's penis tastes 　　pretty good, doesn't it? Of course, it also has the taste of your little brother's asshole on it... Hmm? Why are you staring 　　at Da Long like that? Don't like it? Okay, then you can have this much for today. There's more fun to come." After saying 　　that, the Party Secretary lifted his buttocks and pulled the penis out of Da Long's mouth. As soon as it was pulled out, Da Long turned 　　his head away and gagged for a while. The Party Secretary didn't care whether Da Long had really vomited or not; he was now heading straight for his next target 　　—Da Long's penis. 　　As the Party Secretary played with Da Long's penis, he sighed inwardly, "He's definitely the older brother. 　　Although this penis is just starting to develop, judging from the current situation, it won't be long before it surpasses Er Hu's prematurely matured penis 　　." After sighing, the Party Secretary stuck out his tongue and began to lick around Da Long's penis incessantly. This 　　made Da Long incredibly itchy, and his body involuntarily twisted back and forth. 　　The village secretary was truly skilled at playing with boys' penises; he deliberately didn't swallow it whole at first, but instead 　　licked it until the boy was unbearably itchy before swallowing it. Da Long had never experienced anything like this before. Although Zhao Laoshi had also "eaten" 　　Da Long's penis, how could Zhao Laoshi's "technique" compare to the village secretary's experience? Especially when the village secretary 　　licked the place where Da Long's anus and testicles connected, a refreshing and pleasant sensation shot straight to 　　his head. Da Long felt like he was about to wet the bed, and he couldn't help but groan. 　　Knowing the time was right, the village secretary swallowed Da Long's already rock-hard penis and began sucking on it. 　　In just a few strokes, he sucked out Da Long's semen, which the village secretary then devoured without hesitation. 　　While Da Long was still basking in the comfort and pleasure of the previous encounter, panting heavily on the kang (heated brick bed), the Party Secretary began 　　his next attack. However, when the Party Secretary inserted a finger into Da Long's anus, he suddenly frowned 　　. 　　The reason for the Party Secretary's frown was simple: when he inserted his finger into Da Long's anus, Da Long's 　　anus automatically opened, as if welcoming the Party Secretary's finger. This surprised the Party Secretary, because 　　he knew that a boy who had never been deflowered should instinctively 　　close his anus tightly when a foreign object entered it. The fact that Da Long was like this could only mean one thing: Da Long had already been 　　deflowered, and more than once.

Who could it be? The Party Secretary guessed the person after a moment's thought. "Hmph, it can't be anyone else but him
. I never thought that guy, who usually acts all high and mighty, would be involved in this kind of thing. Well, maybe this is an
opportunity to take advantage of the three Da Long brothers... Wait, this is just a guess. What if it's someone else? It seems
I need to confirm it first, and the most reliable confirmation is to let Da Long tell me himself, but..." The Party Secretary looked
at Da Long, who was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), his face a mixture of excitement, satisfaction, shame, and resentment, and thought:
"To get this little brat to tell me himself, I'll have to give him an even bigger treat."
With that thought, the Party Secretary buried his head between Da Long's legs again. However, this time, he wasn't
"attacking" Da Long's penis. The Party Secretary opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, licked around Da Long's anus a few times
, and then suddenly thrust his tongue into Da Long's anus, which was already open like a child's mouth, and began to
wriggle around it.
Da Long hadn't expected the Party Secretary to pull this stunt. Although his father had licked his anus before, it was only around
the anus; unlike the Party Secretary, who licked inside with his tongue. Besides, how
could his father's "tongue skills" compare to the Party Secretary's? Now, Da Long only felt something warm and wet
wriggling inside his anus, slowly pushing in. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable! Under the Party Secretary's tongue's
assault, Da Long's initial resistance began to slowly fade away without him realizing it…
The Party Secretary felt Da Long's body twisting more and more violently and knew that Da Long was almost completely immersed
in this pleasure, so he decided to give Da Long the final "blow."
The village secretary pressed Da Long's legs down onto his upper body, completely exposing Da Long's dark red anus .
Then, the secretary, his impatient penis erect,
thrust it forcefully into Da Long's gaping anus.
The pain of penetration jolted Da Long from his previous pleasure, but he was immediately swept away
again by the sensation of the secretary thrusting into his anus. It was understandable; the secretary
's methods for playing with boys were incredibly sophisticated, especially his "nine deep, one shallow" thrusting technique—something no one else could pull
off. At that moment, Da Long felt that compared to the secretary, his father seemed so straightforward. His father only cared about himself,
always thrusting in and out forcefully. His father was satisfied,
experiencing that strange, itchy, numb, and pleasurable sensation, but the pain was unbearable. Now, being teased by the Party Secretary,
the unspeakable pleasure was not only doubled, but even the pain seemed insignificant. Thus
, Da Long, already somewhat delirious, inexplicably felt a pang of jealousy towards Er Hu: "If I could,
I'd really like to switch places with Er Hu."
Just as Da Long was lost in thought, the Party Secretary suddenly stopped thrusting, causing Da Long to feel as if he had suddenly
fallen from a mountaintop into an abyss, a sense of emptiness washing over him.
Seeing Da Long, his face flushed and covered in sweat, looking at him with surprise, the Party Secretary laughed and said, "What's wrong?
Don't you want me to stop?" These words made Da Long's already flushed face turn even redder,
down to the roots of his neck.
Looking at Da Long, who had turned his face away in embarrassment, the Party Secretary continued to laugh and ask, "Da Long, has anyone else played with your little bull?" Then, he reached out and began to stroke Da Long's little 　　bull,
which had just ejaculated and was now limp .
"N-nothing..." Da Long's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Then has anyone played with your ass
?" The village secretary nudged the dildo inserted in Da Long's anus, referring to Da Long's little asshole. Hearing
this, Da Long couldn't help but shudder. He hadn't lost his last bit of rationality. Although he didn't know
what the village secretary meant by asking this, his intuition told him that he absolutely couldn't tell the truth. "N-nothing..."
"Damn it, this little brat dares to play tricks on me." The village secretary cursed fiercely in his heart. But cursing
aside, he still had to play. So the village secretary continued his "piston" motion, even more intensely than before
, as if he wanted to vent his resentment at being deceived. Soon, the village secretary reached his climax, howling and
violently ejaculating his essence into Da Long's body...
14
Old Zhao's mood was extremely bad at the moment, but he dared not show it at all. Instead, he was
replaced by fear. Because, sitting naked on the kang (a heated brick bed), he was like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake,
too afraid to move!
Zhao Laoshi never imagined that tonight, as usual, after Xiao Bao fell asleep, he
would pull Da Long onto his kang. Just as he was getting into the swing of things, the door was suddenly kicked open (the latch
was broken, of course), and then someone rushed to Zhao Laoshi's kang and roared, "You, Zhao Laoshi,
how could you do such a beastly thing!"
This sudden turn of events terrified Zhao Laoshi, almost causing him to fall off the kang. His previously
erect member, which had been going in and out of Da Long's anus
, immediately went limp like a wilted eggplant and slowly slid out… After finally calming down, Zhao Laoshi, by the
moonlight, saw clearly that the person who had "trespassed" and scared him half to death was actually the Party Secretary.
Seeing the Party Secretary's ambiguous smile, Zhao Laoshi's face flushed with rage. His biggest
secret had been exposed, and by the Party Secretary—the man who had slept with his second son (Zhao Laoshi was unaware
that the Party Secretary had also slept with his eldest son). He wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and disappear. At the same time,
Zhao Laoshi seemed to see a strange glint in the Party Secretary's eyes, the look of a wild beast eyeing its prey
. An ominous cloud immediately settled over Zhao Laoshi's heart.
Zhao Laoshi wanted to say something, or more accurately, to defend himself, but for some reason,
the words wouldn't come out. The Party Secretary, aside from shouting that as he barged in,
hadn't uttered a single word since. After a long while, when Zhao Laoshi finally decided to say something, the Party Secretary suddenly turned around,
left with the words "Come to my house tomorrow," and disappeared into the night, leaving behind a stunned
Zhao Laoshi and a terrified Dalong...
The next day, Zhao Laoshi got up early as usual. Although he hadn't slept well the night before and
was still a bit groggy after getting out of bed, the farmer's habit of waking up early made him wake up just as dawn broke. As
Zhao Laoshi yawned and got dressed, the scene from the previous night involuntarily replayed in his mind.
A huge weight pressed on his chest, making him feel incredibly suffocated. The thought of having to go to the Party Secretary's house later made his head spin.
After the children finished breakfast and went to school, Zhao Laoshi left home for the Party Secretary's house. Along the way,
Zhao Laoshi pondered what the Party Secretary would say to him and how he should respond. However, Zhao Laoshi wasn't good at scheming,
and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Although he walked a little, stopped three times, and
what should have been a five-minute walk to the Party Secretary's house now took nearly half an hour, he still hadn't
figured out what to do.
The Party Secretary was in a particularly good mood today. Ever since that day he forced himself on Da Long, he couldn't
stop thinking about him. Da Long, because he often did farm work, was stronger and more robust than other children his age. Even his buttocks were
so firm that they had two small dimples, one on each side. Although he had already been deflowered,
he was still so tight, unlike Zhao Pizi's son, Fu Sheng, who was already a bit loose. To be honest
, after he had his way with Da Long that day, the Party Secretary was still somewhat unsatisfied. He was obsessed with Da Long's slightly rough
but firm and full buttocks, like small hills.
Originally, to satisfy himself, the Party Secretary could have completely disregarded the agreement he made with Zhao Laoshi and used his
power to forcibly possess Da Long. But the Party Secretary felt that doing so wouldn't show his ability. He had to make Zhao
Laoshi kneel before him and beg for his life; only then would he feel a sense of accomplishment. To achieve this, the first step was to find
Zhao Laoshi's weakness. And that weakness... well, that day when they were playing with Dalong, they discovered it was
n't Dalong's first time. The one who "deflowered" Dalong was most likely Zhao Laoshi; there was no one else.
The Party Secretary knew that honest people like Zhao Laoshi cared most about their reputation. So, if they could
catch Zhao Laoshi in the act, wouldn't he surrender?
Therefore, every night the Party Secretary would secretly sneak to Zhao Laoshi's house to "spy"
(actually, eavesdrop). However, Zhao Laoshi seemed very uncooperative, not doing anything out of line for several days
. And when the Party Secretary heard Zhao Laoshi snoring in his sleep, it was usually already the middle of the night.
Only then did the Party Secretary, grumbling and cursing, drag his nearly frozen body home. He then woke Erhu, who was sleeping at his house
, and proceeded to wreak havoc (Erhu, of course, had no idea why the Party Secretary was so late). Even so,
the Party Secretary persisted, going to Zhao Laoshi's house every night to stake out his place, ostensibly "for a better sex life in the future."
Perhaps heaven was truly moved by the Party Secretary's perseverance; after a week of enduring the cold, the Party
Secretary finally heard Zhao Laoshi make the sounds that only a man makes during sex. Hearing this voice, the Party
Secretary felt his blood boil with excitement. He rushed to Zhao Laoshi's house, which led to
the scene from last night…
Now, the Party Secretary anxiously awaited Zhao Laoshi's arrival. He knew that his upcoming "heart-to-heart talk" with Zhao Laoshi
would be crucial; if it went wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable. Although the Party Secretary felt that dealing with
someone as honest, straightforward, and extremely concerned with his reputation as Zhao Laoshi was a sure thing,
he still rehearsed his plan at least ten times to be on the safe side. Just
when the Party Secretary thought everything was foolproof, he realized that Zhao Laoshi hadn't arrived yet. Strange, did Zhao
Laoshi dare to defy him? The Party Secretary couldn't help but walk to the door and look outside. Oh, he'd arrived early, just
lingering outside, seemingly also figuring out how to deal with him. Fine, if you don't want to come in, then I'll call you in
. So, the Party Secretary, in his hoarse, duck-like voice, called out to Zhao Laoshi, "Hey, isn't that
Brother Laoshi? Why aren't you coming in? What are you wandering around outside for?"
Zhao Laoshi was pacing back and forth outside the Party Secretary's house when he was suddenly called out. Startled, he cried out "Ah!" and
came to his senses. Seeing the Party Secretary standing at the door, grinning at him, he felt a chill run down his spine, but
there was nothing he could do but bite the bullet and go inside.
Once
inside, the Party Secretary was extremely attentive to Zhao Laoshi, offering him a seat, pouring him water, and constantly asking him
how he was doing, but avoiding any mention of the previous night. This made Zhao Laoshi very uneasy
, wondering what the Party Secretary was up to. He knew, however, that the Party Secretary hadn't called him here to talk about these
things; the events of the previous night were the real issue.
When the Party Secretary poured Zhao Laoshi his fourth glass of water, Zhao Laoshi could no longer hold back (alas, poor Zhao Laoshi
didn't even know how to play dumb). His face flushed, he said to the Party Secretary, "Party Secretary, just say what you called me here for
. Don't beat around the bush like this, I can't stand it." That was exactly what the Party Secretary was waiting for. So, as soon as Zhao Laoshi finished speaking,
he impatiently said, "Alright, since you put it that way, let's be frank."
He then wiped the smile from his face and put on a very serious expression. "Laoshi, you're almost forty
years old. How could you do such a terrible thing last night? This is even worse than ruining someone's daughter!"
He finished speaking and looked at Zhao Laoshi with an air of righteous indignation.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Laoshi was displeased and muttered, "Then why aren't you doing the same thing as me?
Why are you criticizing me?" Though his voice was soft, the village secretary heard him clearly and immediately straightened his face, saying, "How can this be the same?
Brother, no matter how much I love the child, he's not my own flesh and blood. Besides, it's with the child's parents'
consent. Like Erhu, didn't you have your consent? But you're different. Dalong is your child, right?
What you're doing is messing up the generational hierarchy, do you understand?"
Zhao Laoshi's face turned red to the roots of his ears after the village secretary's reprimand, and he buried his head deeply in his chest
. Seeing Zhao Laoshi's expression, the village secretary pressed his advantage, saying, "How should this messing up of generational hierarchy be handled? Well, let's
not talk about the law for now, let's talk about our village's rules. Well, according to the old rules, it should be a procession through the village first, then drowning in the pond..."
"But consider yourself lucky. Now that we're liberated, the country forbids drowning people in ponds anymore. How about this, you and Dalong will go on a village parade
."
A village parade?! Upon hearing this, Zhao Laoshi's face instantly turned from red to white. Although it was
late autumn, large beads of sweat still appeared on his forehead. Because Zhao Laoshi knew and had seen the so-called village parade.
It involved stripping a person naked, hanging a heavy wooden plaque weighing two or three pounds around their neck, and then having others lead
that person like a dog from one end of the village to the other, and then back again. Along the way, the entire village would
hurl insults, spit on, and relentlessly beat the parade person with stones and sticks. It was
a cruel punishment that tormented people both psychologically and physically, making life worse than death. Anyone who survived the village parade was
practically dead (besides, after experiencing such a cruel punishment, who would have the face to live
on?).
Zhao Laoshi grew increasingly terrified. He no longer cared about arguing with the village secretary, knowing that whether he
would be paraded through the village was entirely in the secretary's hands. His face turned deathly pale, his legs gave way,
and he knelt before the secretary with a thud. "Secretary...Secretary..." Zhao Laoshi pleaded, his voice trembling with sobs, clutching the secretary's legs
. "Please, I don't want to be paraded through the village...Please, save me..."
"No!" the secretary said firmly.
"Secretary, if you save me, I'll listen to you from now on. Whatever you tell me to do, I'll do it." Zhao Laoshi
was almost crying.
"Really?" The secretary had been waiting for this.
"Really," Zhao Laoshi practically swore.
"Oh, honestly, why bother? You don't have to listen to everything I say anymore, as long as
you don't skimp on your three kids." The village secretary finally revealed his true intentions. "If you're willing, I'll pretend
I didn't see anything last night. You can do whatever you want, okay?"
"This... alright." Zhao Laoshi had no choice at this point. If he didn't agree, he'd be paraded through the village. Now he had no choice but to listen to
the village secretary. The village secretary was overjoyed to see Zhao Laoshi agree, and he smiled as he helped Zhao Laoshi up
. "But..." Zhao Laoshi said with a troubled expression after standing up, "Village secretary, could you please not
touch Xiao Bao yet?"
"What, you want to back out?" The village secretary was immediately displeased. "No," Zhao Laoshi hurriedly explained,
"It's because Xiao Bao is still too young, only nine years old. So please, let him go for now. If you insist on playing with him,
can you wait until he's older?" As he spoke, Zhao Laoshi even cried.
After hearing Zhao Laoshi's pleading, the Party Secretary thought to himself, "Indeed, Xiao Bao is too young. A nine-year-old's
anus is probably too small to even fit a finger in, so he won't get any enjoyment out of it. It's better to give Zhao
Laoshi face. Hmm, I've got it! In the future, when playing with Da Long and Er Hu, I'll let Xiao Bao watch from the side, let him see and
remember it, let him get used to this kind of thing. If I can cultivate him into a lewd kid, that would be
even better." The Party Secretary was incredibly proud of his brilliant idea, so he readily agreed to Zhao
Laoshi's request, "Alright, I won't touch Xiaobao until he's ten. He'll be like his second brother. After he turns ten... " At 　　ten
, the Party Secretary agreed to let Xiaobao go for a year, because he couldn't wait any longer. 　　Zhao Laoshi didn't know how he left the Party Secretary's house. When he returned 　　home in a daze, he collapsed onto the kang (heated brick bed), his mind blank, only 　　tears streaming from his eyes... After a long while, Zhao Laoshi slowly recovered. He knew now wasn't the time for grief and self-reproach 　　; he had to consider how to tell Dalong about this later. Good heavens, 　　how could he, as a father, possibly bring himself to say it? Thinking of this, Zhao Laoshi felt another pang of heartache… 　　When Dalong led Xiaobao into the house, he felt a deathly stillness in the air, and his father's eyes were red 　　and swollen, as if he had been crying. However, when Xiaobao innocently asked Zhao Laoshi what happened to his eyes, Zhao Laoshi 　　claimed it was just wind getting into them and that it was nothing. Was it really nothing? Thinking back to last night's events, and 　　on the way home, when the Party Secretary took Erhu away halfway and kept smiling at him, Dalong had a 　　bad feeling. 　　Dinner was also eaten in an extremely dull and oppressive atmosphere, so much so that Xiaobao ran out to 　　play with his friends as soon as he finished eating; the atmosphere was simply unbearable. Just as Dalong was about to clear the dishes, Zhao 　　Laoshi waved for him to sit down. But after Dalong sat down, Zhao Laoshi moved his lips, but couldn't utter a single word 　　. So, the father and son stared at each other without moving... 　　"Dad," Da Long finally broke the silence, "What's wrong?" 　　"..." Zhao Laoshi still didn't know how to start the conversation. 　　"Dad, is it about last night?" Da Long asked tentatively, feeling that the only thing that could make his father so reluctant to talk about 　　was that matter. 　　"...Yes..." Zhao Laoshi managed to utter a single word. "The Party Secretary...he...said that 　　if you and Erhu...slept with him, he wouldn't pursue...what happened last night. Otherwise, he'd make you and 　　Dad...walk the village." 　　Dalong sat there blankly after hearing this. He knew what sleeping with the Party Secretary meant. He hadn't expected that 　　after the Party Secretary had wronged him that time, he still wouldn't let him go. He also hadn't expected that after getting his younger brother, the Party Secretary 　　would take advantage of him... 　　Seeing Dalong sitting there blankly, Zhao Laoshi knew he couldn't accept this, so he said, "Dad knows 　　I'm sorry for this. Dad doesn't want you to go, but Dad has no choice. It's all Dad's fault, Dad is useless..." As he 　　spoke, Zhao Laoshi cried and kept hitting his head with his fists. 　　Da Long threw himself into Zhao Laoshi's arms, crying, "Dad, sob, I know, I don't blame 　　you. I'm willing to go to the Party Secretary. Please don't hit yourself anymore, sob..." The father and son hugged each other and 　　wept bitterly for a long time. After they had both finally finished crying, Zhao Laoshi lovingly wiped the tears from Da Long's face and said, 　　"Let's go. Dad will take you to the Party Secretary. If we're late, who knows what he'll do next."

They walked in silence until they reached the village secretary's house. Looking at the secretary's brightly lit house, Zhao Laoshi's face
showed extreme disgust. He said to Dalong, "Dalong, you go in by yourself
. Dad really doesn't want to see the secretary's face." Dalong was somewhat reluctant, but not wanting to upset his father further, he said "Oh" and
went into the secretary's yard alone. Seeing Dalong leave, Zhao Laoshi sighed and disappeared
into the night.
Dalong hesitated for a long time after reaching the secretary's door, finally gritting his teeth and knocking. "Who is it?"
the secretary's voice immediately came through.
"..." " Who is it?
" the secretary's voice became impatient.
"...It's me...Zhao Dalong..."
"Oh, it's Dalong. It's inconvenient for me to open the door right now, so just crawl in through the hole next to the door."
The secretary's voice became cheerful again.
A hole? Da Long looked down and, sure enough, there was a hole covered by a cloth at the doorway.
It was easy to miss at night without careful observation, and the hole was just big enough for a boy to crawl through; an adult couldn't possibly squeeze through. "Fine, I'll crawl in," Da Long thought, crouching down and squeezing through. 　　He often crawled through dog holes
while playing , so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. 　　17. 　　After Da Long crawled into the house, he had just stood up when he saw a naked man on the kang (heated brick bed) pressing down on a small child 　　, his lower body thrusting repeatedly. From the back, he recognized him as the village secretary. Although Da Long had done this kind of thing with his father and 　　had even been violated by the village secretary, seeing this scene suddenly made him blush and his heart race; he didn't know what to do. 　　Just as Da Long was at a loss, the Party Secretary turned around, grinning wickedly, and said, "Hey Da Long, 　　why are you only getting here now? Look how much your little brother is enjoying himself." Zhao Dagang looked closely and saw that 　　the naked boy under Zhang Shun was none other than his own younger brother, Er Hu. Er Hu's legs were spread wide open by the Party Secretary, 　　exposing all of the boy's private parts. His tender, dark red anus was being vigorously penetrated by the Party Secretary's penis. 　　Seeing his brother enter, Er Hu covered his face with his hands in shame, shouting, "Don't look!" 　　The Party Secretary slapped Er Hu's hands away, saying, "You brat, what are you shy about? He's your brother. 　　What's there to be embarrassed about between brothers? You both have little dicks." He then began to stroke Er Hu's thick, dark 　　penis. Da Long, watching from the side, was stunned, and his own penis involuntarily pitched a tent. 　　The Party Secretary glanced back and said, "Dalong, what are you standing there for? Take off your clothes and get on the bed!" 　　Dalong gasped, then remembered what he had come for. Although it was embarrassing in front of his younger brother, 　　he dared not disobey the Party Secretary and quickly stripped naked. When Dalong looked up naked, 　　he saw Erhu and the Party Secretary staring at his crotch. He was so ashamed that he quickly covered himself with his hands. When Erhu saw Dalong covering his 　　genitals, he knew that his older brother had noticed him "peeping," and he quickly turned his head away as well, as if he 　　had been caught doing something wrong. Strangely enough, the two brothers had often looked at each other before, and even played with each other's genitals while sleeping 　　. This was a very common thing between brothers. But now, the two brothers 　　were "openly naked" and were suddenly ashamed to look at each other and be seen by each other. 　　As for the Party Secretary, seeing Da Long's naked body and his shy demeanor, he became even more excited, and 　　with a shudder, he ejaculated inside Er Hu. 　　After Da Long got onto the kang (a heated brick bed), the Party Secretary pressed him down onto the bed and spread his legs. Looking at 　　Da Long's exposed, dirty, dark red anus, the Party Secretary couldn't help but swallow. He desperately 　　wanted to have sex with Da Long right away, but having just ejaculated, he was now powerless. What should he do? 　　The Party Secretary's eyes darted around, and he pointed at Da Long's anus, saying to Er Hu, who was lying next to him, "Er Hu, you should have 　　some fun too." 　　"Huh? No!" The two brothers were stunned at the same time, and then objected simultaneously. Da Long originally thought he'd only be 　　harmed by the village secretary, but he never expected to be harmed by his own younger brother. If this came to pass, his 　　reputation as the older brother would be completely ruined. Er Hu, on the other hand, had always respected his older brother, and now 　　he was being asked to punish him. Er Hu couldn't accept it, and he didn't dare to. 　　Seeing that neither brother was willing, the village secretary's face darkened: "If you don't listen, then Grandpa 　　will be very angry. Get up, put on your clothes, and go home." Er Hu, upon hearing this, nonchalantly said, "Go home then! 　　I don't care about being here. Brother, let's go home now." Da Long, however, didn't dare to move. He knew 　　the consequences of going home now. Looking at the village secretary's dark face, he slowly let go of the hand that had been protecting his bottom, and reluctantly 　　said to Er Hu, who was getting dressed, "Brother, we can't go back." 　　"But if we don't go back, then..." Er Hu said hesitantly. 　　"Brother knows." 　　"That's too..." Er Hu was filled with doubt. 　　"Because...brother...wants you to do it..." Da Long said, his eyes closed and his face flushed with embarrassment. 　　"But..." 　　"But what? Just do it! If you keep nagging, I'll beat you up!" Da Long roared impatiently. 　　Er Hu was so frightened by Da Long's roar that his face turned pale, and then his nose stung, and tears 　　streamed down his face. Seeing Er Hu crying, the Party Secretary, whose face had already turned from gloomy to gentle, hugged Er Hu in 　　his arms (the feeling of skin-to-skin contact was so good, the Party Secretary thought to himself), and scolded Da Long, "I'm telling you, Da Long, talk things out! 　　Look, you've scared your brother half to death." Then he said to Er Hu, "Er Hu, your brother already asked you to do it 　　, why are you still refusing? No wonder your brother is angry." 　　What kind of talk is this? Isn't this all your fault? Da Long cursed the Party Secretary in his heart, but he was too lazy to pay attention to 　　what the Party Secretary said. Seeing Erhu crying in the village secretary's arms, Dalong realized he had indeed lost his temper 　　. How could he blame Erhu? So, Dalong quickly comforted Erhu, "Little brother, it's my fault. I shouldn't 　　have yelled at you." 　　"But...but I don't know how," Erhu sobbed, though he had stopped crying. 　　The village secretary then realized that this was the first time Erhu had ever teased someone; how could an 11-year-old kid understand such things?

Yes, the Party Secretary scooped a lump of lard from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with one finger, smeared it around Da Long's anus
, and then thrust his finger in and out. Meanwhile, with his other hand, he grabbed Er Hu's
already erect penis and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll teach you..."
Da Long's anus was incredibly itchy from the lard, constantly expanding and contracting. Suddenly, Er Hu's penis
entered. Because Da Long's anus was slippery from the lard, it
swallowed Er Hu's penis with a "plop. "
Although Er Hu's penis was much smaller than Zhao Laoshi's and the Party Secretary's, it was
much larger than that of children his age, even larger than Da Long's, who was just beginning to develop. Therefore, Da Long still felt a slight swelling in his anus.
Although it was throbbing, with Erhu's insertion, Dalong felt the itching in his anus was greatly relieved, even transforming
into an indescribable pleasure. So, Dalong involuntarily clenched his anus tighter and tighter.
Erhu felt his brother's anus clenching tighter and tighter, causing his penis to ache painfully. Erhu thought, "
This isn't fun at all. Why does Dalong like doing this so much?" Seeing that Erhu didn't move after insertion, the Party Secretary
used his hands to support Erhu's waist, pushing and pulling back and forth, repeating this a couple of times. Erhu
understood, tasted the pleasure, and began to move back and forth on his own. A rainbow appeared before Erhu's eyes.
He grabbed Dalong's waist with both hands and began to thrust wildly, letting out beast-like growls. He felt his body
swell from every hair to his toenails, as if filled with air, as if about to burst open. Da
Long groaned incessantly, his body convulsing and writhing as if possessed, incessantly calling out, "Er
Hu... Brother..." Finally, the explosive moment arrived. With a simultaneous shout from Da Long and Er Hu,
the two brothers instantly dissolved into water. Er Hu released all his essence into his brother's body, while Da Long
ejaculated all over his younger brother's head and face.
The village
secretary, watching from the side, was stunned. He never imagined that simply witnessing the incestuous scene between the two brothers would
almost reignite his waning lust. Especially towards the end, when Er Hu, like a wild little tiger,
was covered in fragrant sweat, twisting his slippery body, roaring ecstatically as he released all his essence into Da Long's body (which was also
the moment Da Long was being penetrated and ejaculated by Er Hu), the secretary almost felt the urge to ejaculate again. Reluctantly, the secretary closed
his eyes for a moment, using all his willpower to barely calm his mind.
When the village secretary regained his senses and opened his eyes, he saw Erhu still kneeling between Dalong's legs, so he pulled Erhu
into his arms. He could feel that Erhu's body was burning hot, his breathing was heavy and labored, and the secretary
could even hear Erhu's incredibly strong yet rapid heartbeat. The secretary knew that the boy was still immersed in
the pleasure he had just experienced.
He stretched out a finger, smeared a drop of Dalong's semen on Erhu's face, and tasted it.
"Hmm, the taste is excellent, slightly fishy," the secretary thought with satisfaction. Then, the secretary began to kiss Erhu's
face—oh, not kiss, but lick it with his tongue!
While licking Erhu's face, the secretary whispered, "Erhu, how was it?
Was it good playing with someone's asshole for the first time?" Erhu, who was still in the midst of comfort and pleasure,
couldn't help but feel a little distracted when the secretary licked his face. Now, caught off guard by the Party Secretary's question, Erhu immediately closed
his eyes in shame, unable to look at his brother lying opposite him.
Indeed, the pleasure that had filled every hair of his head was
something Erhu had never experienced before in his life. That feeling was unforgettable, and Erhu finally understood why the Party Secretary was so
enthusiastic about doing this. Before this, Erhu outwardly obeyed the Party Secretary and was used
to his mistreatment, but deep down he was disgusted. Erhu thought, "This little asshole is a latrine, so
dirty, what's so fun about it?" Besides, apart from the intense pain, he didn't feel anything (of course,
he did feel a lot of pleasure when the Party Secretary played with his penis). But now it was different. This first time playing with someone else
's asshole was... how to put it? In short, Erhu wouldn't mind doing it a second or third time
...
but the fact that the first time was with his own brother made him feel particularly awkward.
Why? Erhu couldn't explain it himself, but his subconscious told him that what he was doing was wrong. Although when Erhu
's penis entered Dalong's anus, impulse replaced reason, now that his emotions had calmed down, Erhu
regained his senses. Thinking about everything he had done and his behavior, Erhu was already ashamed enough. Now, the village secretary's
malicious question made Erhu wish he could dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it.
The village secretary played with Erhu's now curled-up penis while watching Erhu with interest. Seeing
Erhu close his eyes like an ostrich, he turned his gaze to Dalong.
At this moment, Dalong was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), panting heavily, his belly rising and falling with each breath. Dalong's
mind was in complete turmoil. What was wrong with him? He'd actually peed
himself because of his younger brother! Even his father only managed to pee once or twice out of ten times, and the Party Secretary had no record of it. But Erhu
had managed to pee himself on his first try! That was really… Right, it was all because the Party Secretary
had smeared that damned lard on his anus, making it incredibly itchy and causing him to lose control.
With the renewed itching in his anus, Da Long quickly realized the cause. You see, Da Long wasn't
stupid.
However, even knowing the problem, the renewed itching left Da Long helpless.
He could only stick his fingers inside his anus and scratch incessantly, hoping to relieve the damned itch.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. As the fluid Erhu left in Dalong's anus thickened and dried,
the lard became even more irritating. No matter how much Dalong scratched, it was to no avail; the itching only
intensified. Finally, Dalong resorted to frantically scratching with his fingers, but it was like scratching an itch through a boot—the effect
was minimal.
Watching Dalong's flushed face as he desperately scratched his anus, the Party Secretary inwardly sneered.
He knew that no matter how much the boy struggled, it would be useless until the lard he smeared on Da Long's anus dried completely
. And getting the lard to dry was easier said than done; the body temperature inside and outside the boy's anus meant it would never dry
. Therefore, once the boy had this lard applied, he
had no choice but to obediently bend over and let the village secretary torment him, in order to alleviate the agonizing itching. Of course, when the fluid left in the boy's anus thickened and
dried, the lard's irritation would become even more intense, forcing him to bend over again… You see, the village secretary
had previously used this lard to seduce all the boys he'd played with, including Er Hu, whom he was currently holding in his arms.
Seeing Da Long's breathing becoming increasingly rapid, the Party Secretary knew the time was right. He grinned mischievously and
said to Da Long, "Da Long, why are you always picking at your little butt? If you keep doing that, you'll
hurt it!"
"But...but...it feels so itchy..." Da Long said helplessly.
"Oh, is that so? I have a way to stop the itching. Want to know?"
"This...Brother, tell me quickly, what is it?" At this moment, Da Long was only thinking about how to get rid of this damn
itching.
"Hehe, actually, the method is very simple..." The Party Secretary deliberately kept him in suspense, while placing Erhu in his arms
beside him. "Just let your little butt sit facing my penis, and it won't itch anymore." After saying that,
the Party Secretary pointed to his penis, which had regained its strength and was erect again.
"Ah?... " Upon hearing this, Da Long's face immediately burned. Fortunately,
his face had been red all day, so it wasn't noticeable now.
Looking at the Party Secretary's "fierce" penis, Da Long hesitated. At 13, he already knew the meaning of shame .
He had been wronged before, and while he was passive, he
was naturally unwilling to willingly sit on the Party Secretary's penis.
However, after hesitating for a while, reason couldn't overcome the torment of his body. Reluctantly,
he climbed off the bed, spread his strong legs, squatted down, and spread his buttocks, presenting his
anus, already lubricated with lard, to the Party Secretary's penis. He slowly sat down. Once the head of the Party Secretary's penis
was swallowed by Da Long's anus, the damned itching subsided considerably, and he refused to sit any
further. This displeased the Party Secretary, who placed his hands on Da Long's shoulders and pressed down hard. Finally, with a
"plop," the Party Secretary's penis was completely swallowed by Da Long's anus!
"Oh..." the Party Secretary groaned comfortably.
"Ah..." Da Long cried out in pain.
Fortunately, Da Long's anus was well-lubricated, and the pain was quickly
replaced by an unprecedented feeling of fullness. Da Long felt something thick filling his anus, and a strange stimulation
and excitement surged through him. His penis, which had been shrunken, became hard again.
When the Party Secretary saw that Da Long's penis, which had just "released," was now like a missile ready to be launched
, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Youth is truly wonderful." He then spread Da Long's
two bare legs apart like he was helping a child urinate, and had Er Hu, who was sitting next to him, use his mouth to suck on Da Long's penis. This time, Er Hu obediently
did as he was told, sticking his bare buttocks high in front of Da Long, and taking Da Long's penis
into his mouth. Da Long could even feel Er Hu licking his testicles with his tongue, which only made him feel itchy
.
After the village secretary grabbed Da Long's waist, he slowly lifted Da Long up. Just as Da Long's penis was almost
completely out of his anus, he suddenly pressed it down... causing Da Long to go back and forth between pain and excitement,
unable to extricate himself. To make matters worse, his own penis was being constantly licked by his younger brother, Er Hu, which
made him even more powerless to resist the village secretary's "attack." He couldn't control himself for long, and a stream of hot semen shot
out again, all of it going straight into Er Hu's mouth, which Er Hu swallowed completely.
After ejaculating twice in a short period, Da Long felt extremely exhausted, but he had no chance to catch his breath because the Party Secretary's
"attack" was still ongoing. Er Hu, after swallowing Da Long's semen, continued relentlessly licking Da Long
's penis and testicles, causing Da Long to soon have his penis erect again in Er Hu's mouth
, and then ejaculate again…
After several rounds of this, Da Long felt as if he was about to collapse, his body limp, his bones feeling like they were falling apart
. He didn't know how many times he had "urinated" in Er Hu's mouth that night; he only knew that he seemed to
be about to die. "Die? It wouldn't be so bad if I just died like this," a strange thought inexplicably surfaced in Da Long's mind
. Just then, Da Long "urinated" again, and after this time,
he could no longer hold on. Everything went black, and he knew nothing more.
As Da Long fainted, he vaguely heard the Party Secretary roar, followed by a surge of hot
liquid rushing into his anus, then spreading throughout his body…
19
Zhao Laoshi wandered aimlessly along the village paths. Although the sounds of firecrackers, double-bangs, children
's laughter, and paper-cut window decorations reminded him of the time, Zhao Laoshi
felt no joy for the New Year. Almost three months had passed since Da Long and Er Hu
were taken advantage of by the Party Secretary. These past three months, whenever Zhao Laoshi thought about it,
felt as if he were being bitten by a venomous snake. To others, Zhao Laoshi was the Party Secretary's favorite, but he
knew perfectly well how he had achieved his position. If outsiders knew, he would have no face
to live in the world.
At the same time, Zhao Laoshi felt deeply apologetic towards Dalong and Erhu. Although neither of the children had ever complained,
grumbled, or expressed dissatisfaction towards him, Zhao Laoshi still often felt guilty. He often thought that if he hadn't been blinded by greed, Erhu
wouldn't have been "taken over" by the village secretary; if he hadn't lost control and done something as foolish as going through Dalong's "back door,"
he wouldn't have been blackmailed by the village secretary… In short, everything was his fault.
Of course, this wasn't the main reason why Zhao Laoshi wasn't staying at home during the Spring Festival but wandering around the village aimlessly.
As the New Year passed, Xiao Bao turned ten. In most families, a child turning ten would be a good thing, but Zhao
Laoshi wished Xiao Bao would never grow up, because he hadn't forgotten what the village secretary had said: once Xiao Bao turned ten,
he would have to be like his two older brothers… Sigh, just thinking about these trivial matters made Zhao Laoshi feel ashamed to face his three
children. So, Zhao Laoshi slipped out of the house during the New Year. He'd rather be outside in the cold wind
than stay home watching over his three children and having his conscience tormented.
Just as Zhao Laoshi was wandering aimlessly through the village, hands clasped, neck hunched, and full of worries,
someone suddenly slapped him hard on the shoulder. "Ah!!" Zhao Laoshi jumped in fright from the sudden slap, turned around
, and saw the rogue Zhao Shuan grinning at him.
"Hey, brother, you scared me to death!" Zhao Laoshi scolded Zhao Shuan, still shaken. " Seriously
, doesn't this guy know that scaring someone can kill them?"
"Come on, bro, if this could scare someone to death, there wouldn't be many living people in this world." The scoundrel Zhao Shuan still
said with a wicked grin, "Hey bro, why aren't you staying home and enjoying the New Year?"
"...I was feeling a bit annoyed, so I came out for some fresh air..."
"Oh, right, bro, we brothers haven't gotten close in a while. Why don't you come to my place for a bit?"
He said this, but Zhao Shuan had already pulled Zhao Laoshi towards his house, completely ignoring whether Zhao Laoshi agreed or not
.
To be honest, Zhao Laoshi really didn't want to go to Zhao Shuan's house. First, Zhao Shuan's reputation as a scoundrel was too bad, and Zhao Laoshi
really didn't want to get too close to him; second, Zhao Laoshi also harbored some resentment towards Zhao Shuan. If Zhao Shuan hadn't
said those inappropriate things to him back then, he wouldn't have ended up in this state. However, since Zhao Shuan was so
sincerely inviting him, Zhao Laoshi had no choice but to half-heartedly agree. After all, they were still
uncles and cousins within the fifth degree of kinship, and he couldn't embarrass him.
When they arrived at Zhao Shuan's house, Zhao Laoshi found that the house was fairly tidy, but... well, it seemed that
the money the driver had given Zhao Shuan as compensation had been almost entirely squandered. Just as Zhao Laoshi was looking around Zhao Shuan's house,
Zhao Shuan had already set out food and wine on the kang (a heated brick bed) and invited Zhao Laoshi over. After Zhao Laoshi sat on the kang, he and Zhao Shuan started drinking and
chatting. At first, Zhao Laoshi was a little reserved, but after a few cups of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), he relaxed
and opened up, chatting with Zhao Shuan about everything under the sun.
As they chatted, the conversation naturally turned to the children. After taking a sip of his drink, Zhao Laoshi casually
asked, "Where's Fusheng? I haven't seen the kid. Where did he go during the New Year?" Zhao Shuan, with a
sullen look, replied, "Never mind that brat. He's probably serving his godfather right now." Upon hearing this, Zhao Laoshi
blushed. He then remembered that the village secretary had told him that the scoundrel had made Fusheng recognize the secretary as his godfather. Considering
the secretary's hobbies, even an idiot would know what the scoundrel meant by "serving."
Zhao Laoshi quickly lowered his head and drank to cover his embarrassment, but Zhao Shuan leaned over and
whispered in his ear, "Brother, I heard from my little brat that you also have Dalong and Erhu serving the Party Secretary. Is
that true?" "Pfft..." Zhao Laoshi was so startled by Zhao Shuan's question that he spat out his drink.
"Don't...don't talk nonsense..." Zhao Laoshi looked at Zhao Shuan with a terrified expression.
The rogue Zhao Shuan, with a very ambiguous smile, stared at Zhao Laoshi's face for a while, then took a sip of his
drink and said, "Well, it seems there is such a thing."
"Brother, don't...don't talk nonsense, no...nothing like that happened." Zhao Laoshi hurriedly tried to explain, his face
turning red and white.
"Brother, that's not right of you. I asked you honestly, and you lied to me. If nothing like that happened, why are you in such a hurry
? Tell me, how do those kids serve the Party Secretary? Don't forget, my little brat has the Party Secretary
as his godfather. Do you think he can fool me with his petty affairs?" The thug relentlessly
attacked Zhao Laoshi, leaving him completely flustered. Yes, Fusheng, like Dalong and Erhu,
was the Party Secretary's plaything. So Fusheng naturally knew about Dalong and Erhu's affair, and how could the thug, as Fusheng's father,
not know? Thinking of this, Zhao Laoshi deflated.
Seeing Zhao Laoshi's dejected appearance and the fear in his eyes, Zhao Shuan laughed and said, "Brother, look at you
, aren't I just like you? We're both people who would trade our sons for peace. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone
. After all, this is something that can't be brought to light."
Hearing the rogue say this, Zhao Laoshi finally felt relieved and his face regained some vitality.
But then, Zhao Shuan, with the curiosity of a child, asked, "Brother, I don't understand. What's wrong with you that
the Party Secretary has? You know, even though the Party Secretary is a scoundrel, he wouldn't have done anything to you if he didn't have something on you .
Otherwise, wouldn't all the boys in the village be ruined by him? I
broke Sun's second son's leg, and the Party Secretary had to protect me, so I had no choice but to acknowledge him as my godfather. But what about you?
How come someone like you is so easily controlled by him?"
Zhao Laoshi felt a surge of emotions. He wanted to keep quiet, but he felt it was too painful to keep it to himself. He needed to
confide in someone. Since the scoundrel's fate was similar to his own, Zhao Laoshi steeled himself and
told him everything in one go.
20
"Hahaha..." After hearing Zhao Laoshi's story, Zhao Shuan couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Brother, I didn't expect even
you to like this kind of thing? How about it? This kid's asshole doesn't taste bad, does it? Not bad as a woman, right?"
Zhao Shuan's somewhat unrestrained laughter initially annoyed Zhao Laoshi, but the following words made
him feel ashamed. He could only lower his head and drink heavily to cover his embarrassment. Seeing Zhao Laoshi's appearance
, Zhao Shuan continued, "However, this Party Secretary is really going too far. Since he has already harmed Dalong
and Erhu, he should be content. Now he even wants to harm Xiaobao. I say, brother, only
someone as good-tempered as you would agree to this."
Zhao Shuan's words hit Zhao Laoshi's sore spot. Zhao Laoshi, extremely depressed and pained, tilted his head back and drank his fill.
After drinking a large bowl of wine, he said bitterly, "Sigh, it's not that I have a good temper, it's just that I have no choice. The Party Secretary has
a firm grip on this, how can I not listen to him? Didn't you also let Fusheng recognize the Party Secretary as his godfather to protect your own safety
?"
"So you're just going to let the kids be abused by the Party Secretary like this? Brother, I only have Fusheng, so it doesn't matter to me
. But it's different for you. The Party Secretary didn't leave any of your three kids, that's just too disrespectful. Can you really
swallow this? How about we two brothers get together today and come up with a way to teach the Party Secretary a lesson? What do you think
?"
"Deal with the Party Secretary?" Zhao Laoshi shook his head painfully. "Can the two of us handle him? Let's not even talk about how the Party Secretary is
the undisputed leader in our village. If we can't handle him, wouldn't we be the ones in trouble? Have you forgotten
Old Wang from our village three years ago? He just pointed at the Party Secretary's nose and cursed him, and the Party Secretary made him... Sigh,
thinking about it still makes me a little scared." He then took another swig of his
drink. As Zhao Laoshi drank, a glint of cunning flashed in Zhao Shuan's eyes.
Just as Zhao Laoshi was pouring out his troubles to Zhao Shuan, on the other side, just as Zhao Shuan had described, the Party Secretary was enjoying
Fu Sheng's "service."
The naked Fu Sheng, like a docile puppy, lay between the Party Secretary's legs, his mouth constantly sucking and licking
the Party Secretary's penis, making the Party Secretary moan in pleasure. The village secretary was comfortable, but Fusheng was sweating profusely from exhaustion
. He had to keep his bottom sticking up, fully exposing it to the secretary for
easy handling.
Although this position was tiring, Fusheng was used to it. Since becoming the secretary's godfather,
he had received this special "affection" almost daily. He remembered his own
father, who had a terrible reputation in the village, often stroking his penis and playing with his testicles, and occasionally
"eating" his penis when no one was around. Fusheng was completely accustomed to being played with
. So, when his father, under the influence of alcohol, "deflowered" him the night after his mother's death, he
didn't resist at all, and even the intense pain didn't make him shed a tear… Later, his father made him become the secretary's
godfather, and the secretary did the same things his father had done to him. For Fusheng, the person who toyed with him had
simply changed from one to two: his godfather during the day, and his biological father at night…
The Party Secretary lay naked on the kang (heated brick bed), his upper body leaning against the quilt, his eyes half-closed, one hand constantly rubbing
Fusheng's dark buttocks. Sometimes, when the Party Secretary's hand reached between Fusheng's two hemispheres
, Fusheng would wiggle his bare buttocks back and forth. Although Fusheng's "oral skills" were quite good, satisfying the Party Secretary,
Fusheng knew that the Party Secretary was very absent-minded today. In the past, his godfather would either
poke his little anus with his fingers or rub his testicles, unlike now, where he would just touch his buttocks a few times
and be done with it.
The Party Secretary was indeed absent-minded, because he was thinking about something. Well, once the New Year is over, Zhao Laoshi's
third son, Xiaobao, will be ten years old, and the agreement with Zhao Laoshi will expire. Heh, heh, even this simpleton Zhao Laoshi
will have nothing to say. Right, the original agreement with Zhao Laoshi was to slowly nurture Xiaobao, but
where to begin? It's really a headache. Sigh, it seems I need to make a plan. There's no rush now.
Well, anyway, I'll bring Xiaobao here after the Lantern Festival, so he can see his two older brothers first…
However, the village secretary never dreamed that he would never have that chance again!!
21.
Liu Guihua, the village women's director, whose body was like a water bucket, walked slowly, her mind full of doubts. Just now
, the rogue Zhao Shuan found her, saying that the village secretary needed her to come to his house. Although Liu Guihua disliked Zhao Shuan very much
, upon hearing that it was the village secretary who wanted to see her, she didn't dare to be careless at all, and quickly put down her trivial matters and went to the village secretary's house
.
"That's strange. I always went to the village office before, why did I go to the Party Secretary's house today? Is
there something I can't say at the village office? Oh dear, could it be… could it be… the Party Secretary… has taken a liking to me?"
Liu Guihua's thoughts wandered, her face flushing red. "Oh dear, that won't do,
I have a man, how can I… But if that's really the case… well, the Party Secretary is much better than my husband
…"
Lost in her thoughts, Liu Guihua quickened her pace, arriving at the Party Secretary's door shortly after.
She knocked, and the door creaked open. Liu Guihua peeked inside, and her face instantly
turned from red to white, faster than a face-changing act.
There, kneeling in the middle of the room, was a person covered in blood, holding a gleaming butcher's knife,
blood still dripping from it. Looking again at the kang (a heated brick bed), she saw a naked person lying there, clutching their chest,
blood still seeping through their fingers. Between their legs was a bloody mess; what should have been their manhood
had been cut off and tossed aside. Upon closer inspection, this terrified corpse was none other than
the Party Secretary!
When had Liu Guihua ever seen such a scene? After a few seconds of mental blanking, she suddenly emitted the most primal human
noise, and then, with an agility far beyond her physique, turned and fled. At that moment, Liu Guihua
only wanted to escape this hellish place as quickly as possible, to get as far away from the person with the knife as possible. But fate seemed unwilling to
let her go so easily. After running only a few steps, she heard someone shouting behind her. Turning around, she saw—oh my god!—the person had actually
chased after her with a knife. "Help! Help..." Liu Guihua screamed
for help as she ran, completely oblivious to what the person behind her was saying.
So, the villagers witnessed this spectacle—Liu
Guihua, a middle-aged, overweight women's director, disheveled and screaming for help, ran at a world-record speed, while a
blood-soaked man wielding a butcher's knife chased after her, yelling and shouting. What a thrilling chase!
However, the drama didn't last long. The villagers, quickly realizing what had happened,
immediately transformed from spectators into actors. Several bolder villagers surrounded the man and quickly tackled him to the ground.
They responded with a flurry of punches, beating the man until he begged for mercy. Then, they bound him tightly, wiping his shoulders and arms
. Only after this was done did people want to see who this audacious person was. But when they lifted the man's head,
they all gasped in shock, "Zhao Laoshi? How could it be you?!"
Nearby, Liu Guihua, who had just recovered, suddenly cried out, "The Party Secretary is dead! He killed the Party Secretary!!"
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When Zhao Laoshi, bound like a dumpling, was pushed into the warehouse, he collapsed to the ground.
Every part of his body ached, making him feel as if his body had fallen apart. Alas, those young men
really didn't hold back!
However, Zhao Laoshi had no time to dwell on this now, because he had no way to express his grievances; he was truly
wronged. Today, I was inexplicably knocked unconscious by someone. When I woke up, I found myself lying
in the village secretary's house, holding a butcher's knife, while the secretary was castrated and lying on the kang (a heated brick bed). I was
terrified by the scene; my mind went blank, and I just stood there, kneeling on the ground, not knowing what to do, until
Director Liu's scream brought me back to my senses. I wanted to explain to Director Liu what had happened, but unexpectedly ,
Director Liu turned and ran away (quite fast, and you couldn't tell he was a big-waisted guy). In a panic,
I chased after him, forgetting to even drop the knife...
Earlier, when the old village chief was interrogating me, Zhao Laoshi told the whole story, but all he got in return was a
beating. Nobody believed him. What a coincidence! Did they think this was a storyteller?
So, the less people believed him, the harder he was beaten.
Lying in the warehouse, Zhao Laoshi felt he couldn't take the beating any longer. He considered confessing against his will, but then he thought,
"No, I can't confess. If I do, people will ask what my motive was for killing him.
How will I answer that? To outsiders, the Party Secretary promoted me from a commoner to the deputy leader of the production brigade—
a great favor indeed. No one would believe a fabricated excuse. Could I say that
I killed him because the Party Secretary harmed my children? If I said that, not only would I be branded a criminal, but
my children would never be able to hold their heads high in the village again. So, I absolutely cannot confess, even if it means
being beaten to death. Sigh, it's just that my children will suffer. I wonder how Dalong and the others are doing now..."
"...Oh right, it seems the village chief has already sent someone to the city to report the case. They should be back soon, hopefully the city
police can clear my name..."
However, to Zhao Laoshi's surprise, the person sent to the city to report the case didn't return until three days later. And those who
returned with him weren't police officers, but a delegation of rebels that no one in the village had ever heard of...
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A ray of sunlight shone through the paper window onto the kang (a heated brick bed), waking the rogue Zhao Shuan. He stretched lazily
, feeling incredibly comfortable, not only physically but also emotionally. So comfortable, Zhao Shuan thought
he was still dreaming.
Recalling those days, Zhao Shuan certainly had reason to believe he was dreaming. As soon as that rebel
delegation arrived in the village, they arrested all the prominent and influential people in the village, threw them into the cowshed
, and subjected them to endless criticism and struggle sessions, claiming it was in response to the call of the great leader, etc. In short,
everything in the village was in chaos.
The villagers initially wanted to drive these people out of the village, but upon hearing it was the Great Leader's call, no one dared to step
forward. Especially after the old village chief, unable to bear the humiliation, died, no one dared utter a sound
.
While most of the villagers were still at a loss with these outsiders, the rogue Zhao Shuan quickly sensed something
unusual. Therefore, he proactively sought ways to approach them and quickly gained their favor and
trust. So, when these people, after staying in the village for over a month, finally couldn't endure the austere life and
voluntarily withdrew, they appointed the rogue as the leader of the village's rebels, giving him full authority over the village's "power-seizing revolution
. "
Immediately, the rogue became a big shot in the village…
Now, with power in his hands, the rogue spends his days enthusiastically doing two things—criticizing those unfortunate souls and playing with boys!
The first thing, which could be considered the thug's job, was naturally something he had to do. In fact, the thug and his gang did it
exceptionally well. None of the former prominent figures in the village escaped being severely persecuted. Almost every time they were criticized and denounced
, their bodies were covered in bruises. The villagers had gone from being shocked to being numb to this, and now,
there was even a hint of kicking someone when they were down.
The second thing was purely the hooligan's personal hobby. He couldn't pinpoint
when it started, though it seemed he'd had it since childhood. As a child, he often peeked at
the genitals of boys his age or younger.
His favorite game was when his friends would playfully touch each other's genitals; once he caught one, he'd play with it for ages…
As an adult, he couldn't do that anymore, but he still frequently sought opportunities to peek at the boys' genitals.
However, the days he could only look were truly unbearable, until his son, Fusheng, was born… Now that the hooligan
was in power, his perverse, devilish desires erupted like a burst dam, uncontrollable. He no longer
tried to hide it like the village secretary; now he even dared to play with boys in broad daylight (before, without power, he
could only conceal it; now what was there to fear?). Of course, the thug remained clear-headed. First, he
couldn't touch the kids of his own gang; those guys were his foundation in the village, and he
absolutely couldn't risk destroying them. Second, he should avoid the kids of ordinary villagers as much as possible
. Even though they seemed to be following him like madmen, if he angered them, he'd be in deep trouble
. So, his only targets were the kids of the "monsters and demons." But
what frustrated the thug immensely was that those kids were either too young or too old, or they were
girls. After reluctantly playing with a few of the younger ones, the thug found it uninteresting and went back to
playing with his own son on his kang (heated brick bed).
Thinking of this, the scoundrel looked at Fusheng lying in his arms. Seeing that Fusheng was still asleep, he gently
buried his head between Fusheng's legs and sucked on Fusheng's penis.
The scoundrel had been doing this since Fusheng could walk, and after Fusheng ejaculated for the first time, it became
a daily ritual for the scoundrel every morning—Fusheng's first semen every day went into his father's stomach—even a boy's urine could be used as medicine, so
wouldn't a boy's semen be even more nourishing? That's what the scoundrel thought.
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"Kill him, kill him..."
"Kill this heartless bastard..."
"Beat him...beat him to death..."
"..."
In the square in front of the village warehouse, the scoundrel Zhao Shuan was leading his gang of lackeys in a public
denunciation of "class enemies," while the villagers stood in a circle, some watching numbly, others cheering wildly
...
Zhao Laoshi was the last one to be dragged out for denunciation, and as the final one, he naturally suffered the most. This
was precisely what Zhao Shuan had arranged—if the denunciation of others was cruel, then
the denunciation of Zhao Laoshi could only be described as insane (why he did this, only Zhao Shuan himself probably knows).
Zhao Laoshi's crime was, of course, the murder of the village secretary, and the villagers hated ingratitude the most.
Therefore, when Zhao Laoshi was the last one to be denounced, not a single person sympathized with him; they all cheered.
Thick, bowl-sized sticks rained
down on Zhao Laoshi, who was tightly bound. He writhed in agony, biting his lip rather than utter a sound or beg for mercy. This greatly displeased the thugs, who
felt they had lost face, so they struck even harder.
Finally, a blow struck the back of Zhao Laoshi's head,
splattering blood. Unable to bear the pain any longer, Zhao Laoshi screamed and fainted.
Seeing Zhao Laoshi unconscious, his face covered in blood, the two thugs were at a loss. They
both looked at the thug sitting to the side.
The thug, clearly not ready to end things, coldly said, "What are you two standing there for? Go
get a bucket of cold water and wake this murderer up!" As soon as he finished speaking,
three small figures rushed out from the crowd and pounced on Zhao Laoshi.
It turned out that Da Long, Er Hu, and Xiao Bao had also mingled in the crowd. When Zhao Laoshi was being brutally beaten, the
three brothers tried to rush in, but were firmly held back. Only when Zhao Laoshi let out a scream that
stunned everyone did they manage to rush in.
Er Hu and Xiao Bao threw themselves at Zhao Laoshi, crying and calling him "Dad." Da Long, on the other hand, knelt down
in front of the thug with a thud, kowtowing desperately and pleading, "Waaah, waaah, waaah... Uncle Shuan, please,
let my dad go... Waaah, waaah, waaah... I'll do anything you ask if you let my dad go... Waaah,
waaah, waaah..."
Looking at Da Long, who was crying uncontrollably in front of him, the thug remained unmoved. He had no intention of letting
Zhao Laoshi go; he was still thinking about how to further torment him. Suddenly, a mischievous idea
popped into his head, "That's it! Why do
n't I use this to my advantage?" The rascal was quite pleased with himself for coming up with this idea.
So, with a joking expression, he said to Da Long, "Hey Da Long, you said you'd
do anything?"
"Um..." Da Long replied firmly.
"Alright then, all you have to do is stand naked, use your little asshole to hold a hoe, and turn over the soil on your family's plot of land, and
I'll let your dad go today." The rascal grinned wickedly as he told Da Long what he wanted him to do.
As soon as the rascal finished speaking, not only was Da Long stunned, but everyone around them was also in an uproar. This
was just too much... How could anyone with self-respect do such a thing?
Seeing Da Long kneeling there blankly, the thug added quietly, "Uncle knew you wouldn't do
this, haha, you even said you'd do anything..." To onlookers, this sounded like the thug was deliberately making things difficult
for Da Long, hoping he'd back down. But for Da Long, it was a spur to the moment. He took a deep
breath and resolutely said, "Fine, I'll do it!" 　　This
caused another uproar. 　　Although he was mentally prepared, when Da Long saw the sea of onlookers, 　　he hesitated. After taking off his shirt, he fumbled around his waistband, 　　unable to get it off. After all, although Da Long was still a child, he was past the age of running around naked 　　. At 14, he already knew what shame was, and the thought of stripping naked in front of the whole village 　　was simply too much for him. 　　Da Long's hesitation displeased the thug, who said sarcastically, "What's wrong, 　　Da Long? Why aren't you taking off your pants? How are you going to use your little asshole to hold a hoe if you're not naked? You're not so 　　weak that you can't take your pants off yourself, are you? If that's the case, Uncle will help you take them off... Oh... You're not going to back out, are you 　　? If you regret it, just say so now, Uncle won't make things difficult for you, hehe, this is really a case of a bastard and a coward 　　..." 　　The thug's words hit Da Long's heart like a heavy hammer. The proud Da Long couldn't stand the thug's 　　provocation, and immediately retorted with a flushed face, "Who said I regretted it? I... I'm just getting ready... I 　　... I'll take them off myself now..." As soon as he finished speaking, Da Long unbuckled his belt, bent over, and 　　with a "whoosh," stripped himself naked. 　　A murmur of discussion immediately arose around him, but Da Long couldn't care less about what the villagers were saying 　　. He was currently shamefully covering his genitals with both hands. But he couldn't hide them for long. 　　When one of the thugs handed him a hoe that had been prepared beforehand, he had no choice but to reach out and take it. So 　　, Da Long reluctantly exposed his genitals to the villagers, which sparked 　　another round of discussion… 　　Looking at the hoe in his hand, Da Long felt a chill run down his spine. Although the hoe wasn't long, if…

If you put it in his anus, it seems like it would just reach the ground (it's practically tailor-made for him), but isn't this hoe handle a bit too thick
? Although Da Long's little anus has already been tested by his father and the village secretary's penis,
those were still flesh and blood, unlike this hoe handle which is hard wood, and moreover, this hoe handle
is even thicker than his father's and the village secretary's penis! Da Long really didn't have the courage to put this hoe handle in his anus.
But what else could he do? After hesitating for a long time, Da Long slowly moved the hoe
behind him, supporting the hoe handle with his right hand, while using his left hand to spread his little buttocks open, exposing his little anus. Once
his little anus was spread open enough, Da Long began to push the hoe handle into his anus while simultaneously moving his little
buttocks against the hoe handle. "Ugh..." Just as he inserted a little bit, Da Long felt a tearing pain in his anus.
Large beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. But the stubborn Da Long, after letting out his first groan,
refused to make another sound. His hands didn't stop moving; he continued to endure the unimaginable pain,
slowly pushing the hoe handle further into his anus...
Finally, the hoe handle couldn't be pushed in any further. Da Long clenched his anus, preparing to start turning the soil
. But then, the thug, holding the belt Da Long had just thrown on the ground, walked up to Da Long with a grin. Before
Da Long could react, he grabbed Da Long's hands and tied them up. "Uncle Shuan, what are you doing?"
Da Long asked, shocked, frightened, and confused.
"Oh, we agreed that you'd use your little asshole to hold the hoe and turn over the soil on your plot of land. So
you're not allowed to use your hands while turning the soil. Uncle was afraid you'd forget this, so I tied your hands up first to prevent
you from breaking the rules. Oh, right, nephew, you have to hold the hoe tightly while turning the soil. If it
falls out of your little asshole, you'll have to start all over again." After saying this, the thug
tied Da Long's hands behind his back. Before leaving, he slapped Da Long's buttocks with one hand and
took the opportunity to grope Da Long's penis with the other.
Da Long immediately cried out in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He could only
walk forward with his hands tied behind his back. But after a few steps, due to the up-and-down jolting, Da Long felt the hoe handle slowly sliding out of his anus
, which startled him so much that he stopped immediately. With his hands bound, Da Long could only twist his body,
straining his buttocks to prevent the hoe handle from slipping out.
To prevent it from slipping out again, he had to spread his legs wide, clench
his anus tightly, and lean back, sticking his belly high. This completely
exposed his penis to the villagers. To make matters worse, the thug's touch
had aroused him; his penis was hard. Da Long tried to make it go soft, but the more he
tried, the harder it became. In no time, it was
pointing straight up at a perfect 90-degree angle. Having been so humiliated in front of almost the entire village, Da Long wanted to disappear into a
hole, but since he had already come this far, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue. Da Long had
some doubts: was the thug's pat and touch intentional?
The thug certainly did it intentionally. When Da Long took off his shirt, Da Long's dark, muscular physique immediately
captivated the thug. And when Da Long stripped completely naked, the thug's eyes were practically glued to Da Long
's lower body, unable to look away. As for the pat and touch, that was a skill the thug had honed since childhood.
A pat on Da Long's buttocks had revealed the thickness of his buttocks, and the touch was
even more deliberate, revealing the length and fullness of Da Long's penis and testicles, and then, with lightning speed
, running his middle finger along the line from Da Long's anus to his scrotum. This stroke was
the main reason Da Long reacted, because his anus, perineum, and testicles—the three most sensitive areas—were all on this line. Even
a touch like that would normally elicit a reaction, let alone Da Long's extremely shameful "exposure."
Through the pat and touch, the thug was quite satisfied with Da Long. His buttocks were round and
thick, like two small hills. His penis and testicles were full yet still retained the characteristics of a young boy. His bare
legs were hairless. Oh, and the length and girth of his erect penis were just to the thug
's liking. The only drawback was that Da Long's skin was a bit rough, but that's how the village kids' skin was, so the thug
didn't pay much attention. The thug, staring greedily at Da Long's body, even hated himself now.
He'd initially dismissed Da Long as a "loose woman" because he was bothered by the dead village secretary's past treatment.
Now, he was filled with regret. Why had he cared so much? Look at that kid's muscular physique
, his thick buttocks, his full penis, and his testicles—he
was exactly the type he loved to play with! "Loose woman," he thought, "why bother?" He sighed, "It's all my fault for overthinking
. Otherwise, I'd have him by now. But it's not too late. As long as Zhao Laoshi is still in my hands,
this little brat won't escape." The thug stared lustfully at Da Long, lost in thought,
oblivious to the surrounding noise.
The rascal wasn't bothered by the surrounding commotion, but Da Long was a different story. The villagers' sarcastic remarks
were relentlessly bombarding his ears.
"Look at Da Long, that kid, his little bull is standing so high, he's shameless."
"I can't believe Da Long is only 14! His bull is already so thick..." "Really? It
's so thick! Any girl who marries Da Long will be so lucky..."
"Forget about the future, he can have it now..."
"Yeah, didn't you get married when you were 13? But I remember you were bedwetting back then,
hahaha..."
"If you say another word, I'll chop you up..."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. So, do you think Da Long has his 'goods' yet?" "
Hard to say, but judging by the size of his testicles, he probably does, right?"
"But what surprised me most was that Da Long actually shoved that thick hoe handle into his anus..."
"..."
"I was surprised too, um, maybe that kid often stuffs things up his ass, hahaha...
"
"Wouldn't that make it a woman's vagina? Could it be..." "
That's it, could it be? Don't forget the kind of thing our boss (the thug) likes..."
These words were like sharp blades cutting into Da Long's heart, slowly shattering his self-
esteem. But Da Long didn't stop. He still held his head high, leaned back, stuck out his belly, stuck out his little bull,
his little asshole clenched tightly, his legs spread wide, dragging his hoe and swaying as he struggled forward. The only thing that
comforted Da Long was that, because he had locked Er Hu and Xiao Bao at home, his younger brothers hadn't seen their older brother
's ugly state.
He didn't know how long he walked or how much ridicule he heard, but finally, Da Long reached the end. His tense
nerves suddenly relaxed, and Da Long immediately felt completely exhausted. He lost his balance and knelt on
the ground. Recalling everything that had just happened, all the humiliation surged into his heart. No matter how strong-willed Ren Dalong was , he couldn't hold
back anymore. He buried his head deeply in the ground and burst into tears. It was unclear whether these tears were from anger, resentment,
humiliation, or the complete loss of self-respect.
Dalong cried so uncontrollably that the hoe remained stuck in his anus, and he forgot to remove it.
The thug walked over to Dalong with a grin, squatted down, and with a "pop," pulled the hoe out of Dalong's anus
. Because it had been inserted for so long and so deeply, Dalong's anus couldn't close for a moment, wide open for all
to see. The thug took the opportunity to use his finger to measure the size and depth of Dalong's anus. Of course,
the result of the measurement satisfied the thug.
The thug patted Da Long's buttocks and said, "Nephew Da Long, you've really got some nerve! Alright, I always keep my word
. I won't make things difficult for your father anymore. You should be happy now. Okay, stop crying. You're a boy, don't
cry like a woman." After saying that, he stood up and shouted to the villagers who were watching, "Alright, alright, it's over
. Everyone, disperse, disperse!"
So the crowd scattered like birds and beasts. In a short while, only Da Long, lying on the ground crying, remained in the empty field
, his hands still tied behind his back...
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The thug did keep his word. After Da Long used his anus to hold a hoe and turn the soil, Zhao Laoshi was never publicly dragged out for
struggle sessions again. But a new problem arose: since that day, no one in the village had seen Zhao Laoshi again. No
one knew what had happened to Zhao Laoshi or where he was being held. Therefore, various rumors about Zhao Laoshi
spread throughout the village within a few days. Some said Zhao Laoshi was killed, some said he escaped, some said he was locked
in the cellar... all sorts of rumors circulated, a veritable bewildering array.
Hearing these rumors, the three brothers, Da Long and his brother, were on tenterhooks, fearing something had happened to their father. Before, when
their father was denounced, although it was a bit tragic, at least they knew he was still alive. Now, well, his fate was simply unknown.
Da Long was not only anxious but also somewhat angry. He had lost his dignity and made such a fool of himself in the village,
and this was the consequence. He really wanted to find the thug and get an explanation. Unfortunately, Da
Long could only obediently lie on the kang (a heated brick bed), because his anus had been injured by a hoe—
after turning the soil with his anus that day, he was fine that night, but after sleeping for one night, Da Long's anus hurt so much that he couldn't even move his legs and
had to lie on the kang. Unable to move himself and afraid to let his younger brothers go (who knew
what the scoundrel would ask of Erhu and Xiaobao ), Dalong could only worry helplessly.
On the fifth day of Dalong's confinement on the kang (heated brick bed), the scoundrel himself came to the door.
That day, Dalong, as usual, lay on the kang thinking about how to save his father, when Erhu and Xiaobao ran into the room calling out,
"Brother, Uncle Shuan has come to see you!" Before they finished speaking, the scoundrel Zhao Shuan walked into the room with a smile, carrying
a bag of minced beef.
After entering the room, the scoundrel smiled and said to Dalong, "Nephew Dalong, I heard you were injured, and I felt quite bad about it
, so I came to see you. Nephew, how's your injury? Come, let me take a look." He then reached to pull back the
tattered quilt covering Dalong.
Da Long quickly pulled the blanket back, saying irritably, "I'm fine, sorry for bothering you, Uncle."
"Oh, are you angry with your uncle, or are you ashamed? Actually, you were in front of the whole village..."
"Er Hu, take your brothers out first. Don't come back in unless it's important. Uncle Shuan and I have something to talk about." Seeing that
the rogue's words were becoming increasingly blatant, Da Long quickly sent his two brothers out of the house.
The rogue naturally knew what Da Long was thinking, and he had his own ideas, so he just smiled and watched Er
Hu and Xiao Bao leave without stopping them.
After Er Hu and Xiao Bao left, the rogue went to pull off the tattered blanket covering Da Long again. Da Long tried
to hold on, but this time the rogue's face darkened: "What, don't you care about your father's life or death?" One sentence
stunned Da Long, and his grip loosened, and the blanket was immediately pulled away by the rogue. In the rural Northwest, children usually
sleep naked, so Da Long's completely naked body was exposed to the thug.
Looking at Da Long's bare body, the thug couldn't help but swallow hard. Although he had seen Da Long naked that day
, in front of the whole village, even the most unrestrained thug didn't dare to be too outrageous. Now it was different;
if he didn't have some fun, wouldn't he be letting himself down? So the thug's hands roamed freely over Da Long's body, kneading and rubbing
. When he touched Da Long's buttocks, he suddenly spread Da Long's buttocks apart,
exposing his anus. Da Long's anus was injured, and when the thug pulled it apart, he screamed in pain.
But the thug didn't care; he lowered his head and licked the dark red anus with his tongue. Da Long felt something wet and hot behind him
and couldn't help but cry out again. The more the scoundrel licked, the more swollen he felt. Later, this feeling
transformed into an indescribable pleasure, and even the original pain seemed to lessen considerably. Da Long hadn't expected his injured
anus to become so sensitive; he was almost paralyzed on the bed.
Seeing this, the scoundrel's lust intensified. He climbed onto the bed, lifted Da Long's waist from behind, and then lowered his head from
behind Da Long's buttocks, taking Da Long's penis into his mouth and sucking it vigorously.
"Ah..." Da Long hadn't expected the thug to suck so hard. His foreskin, covering his penis, was being sucked
so hard it hurt terribly, and he couldn't help but cry out again.
However, although the foreskin was being sucked so hard, the pleasure was also more intense. Before, when Zhao Laoshi and the Party Secretary were sucking,
Da Long could last at least 7 or 8 minutes, but now, after only 2 or 3 minutes, Da Long couldn't hold back anymore.
After barely enduring for a while longer, Da Long's body trembled, his lower abdomen twitched a few times, and he
ejaculated all his semen into the thug's mouth.
After the thug drank every last drop of Da Long's semen, he pulled his head back from between Da Long's legs, and
Da Long's waist, no longer supported by the thug, went limp and lay down on the bed.
At this moment, the thug Zhao Shuan was already burning with lust, his crotch was already bulging with a huge "tent," and the thug wished he
could insert it into Da Long's anus right now. Unfortunately, Da Long's anus was injured, rendering him unable to walk.
If he forced himself on him now, the consequences would be severe. Although the scoundrel was tyrannical, he knew that Da Long was a toy he had finally found, and it wouldn't 　　be fun
if he damaged Da Long just for a moment's pleasure . 　　But now the scoundrel couldn't hold back any longer. What to do? This didn't stump him. He climbed off the bed, 　　unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Then he pried open Da Long's mouth and shoved his already hard 　　penis inside. The scoundrel was using Da Long's mouth as his anus. 　　Da Long was already lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) unable to move (any movement would cause the excruciating pain in his anus to spread throughout his body). 　　After the rogue sucked his virgin semen, he was completely powerless. Therefore, when the rogue used his mouth as an anus 　　, Da Long had no strength left to resist. Although the rogue's penis made Da Long feel nauseous and disgusted, 　　he could only let it rummage around in his mouth. In fact, in order to get news about his father from the rogue, Da Long even 　　had to move his tongue to give the rogue greater pleasure. 　　The rogue was really powerful; he lasted for more than ten minutes before ejaculating, and he ejaculated a lot, with gushes 　　of semen hitting Da Long's mouth. Because his mouth was stuffed full of the thug's penis, Da Long couldn't spit it 　　out and could only swallow it down in large gulps. In fact, because the thug ejaculated so forcefully, Da Long couldn't 　　swallow it all, and some semen spilled from the corner of his mouth… 　　The thug, satisfied, fastened his pants and turned to leave. Da Long quickly grabbed his sleeve and cried out 　　, "Uncle, you still haven't told me how my dad is doing!" 　　"Hehe, nephew, come to my house after you've healed, and I'll tell you." With that, he 　　flung Da Long's hand away and left the house, leaving Da Long lying naked and dumbfounded on 　　the kang (heated brick bed), his anus wet and open, and some yellowish-brown semen still clinging to the corner of his mouth… 　　26. 　　Da Long lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) for another three days. Although his injury hadn't fully healed and he knew the rogue had no good intentions, 　　his eagerness to save his father disregarded everything else. So, despite his reluctance, Da Long 　　limped to the rogue's house alone. 　　The rogue hadn't expected Da Long to come after only three days; he had thought Da Long would need to stay on the kang for at least another five 　　days for his injury to fully heal. Therefore, the rogue continued to toy with his son, Fu Sheng, these past few days. He had 　　just had his fun this morning, and now Da Long had arrived, while his own penis was still soft and wouldn't get hard for a while. "Sigh, 　　if I had known he would come today, I shouldn't have played around," the rogue thought with some regret. 　　However, since he was already here, how could he let this easy prey slip through his fingers? Therefore, despite his 　　inability to get an erection, the rogue decided to continue playing with him. "Take it off," the rogue stated his demand directly. 　　"Huh?... " Da Long didn't expect the thug to be so direct, and didn't react for a moment. "This 　　... where's Brother Fusheng?" Da Long tried to stall for time. 　　"Your Brother Fusheng isn't here, so stop talking nonsense, did you hear me? Strip naked!" Although the thug also wanted to stall for time 　　so that his manhood could recover, he didn't want to stall with Da Long who was dressed. If he was going to stall, he would 　　stall with Da Long who was naked. 　　Hearing the thug's stern tone, Da Long didn't dare to dawdle any longer. He unbuckled his belt and took off his shirt and trousers, 　　quickly becoming naked. The strong body of the young man, who was doing physical labor, gleamed with a dark, shiny luster, which aroused the thug's 　　desire. 　　The thug grabbed Da Long and pulled him into his arms, kissing and kneading Da Long's body wildly. Although Da Long 　　was somewhat prepared, he didn't expect the thug's attack to be so fierce, catching him off guard. Therefore, he instinctively 　　struggled desperately. But Da Long's strength was nothing to the thug. With a bear hug, the thug immobilized Da Long 　　. After a few futile struggles, Da Long could only close his eyes and let the thug do as he pleased. 　　Da Long closed his eyes to avoid seeing the pain, and he felt himself being placed on the bed, his legs spread wide. 　　His penis was being sucked and licked by a wet, hot tongue. A foreign object was being inserted into his anus 　　, constantly probing—it must be the thug's finger. 　　Just as Da Long was being licked until he was incredibly itchy, and his penis was erect and about to ejaculate, suddenly, 　　an intense pain shot through his penis, making him break out in a cold sweat. 　　His penis, which had been erect and close to orgasm, immediately went limp, turning into a puddle of "mud." 　　Da Long quickly opened his eyes and looked at his crotch, only to see a row of 　　teeth marks on his penis—it turned out that the thug had bitten him hard. 　　Seeing Da Long looking at him with a pained and confused expression, the thug felt a surge of satisfaction. This little brat dared to close 　　his eyes and pretend to be dead; how could he not bite him? 　　"Uncle, why...?" "Oh, Uncle saw you were almost asleep, so I woke you up." This answer almost 　　made Da Long faint with anger. Who wakes someone like that? Doesn't he know how much it hurts? What if he bites them badly? 　　Although Da Long cursed inwardly, he dared not show it on his face, completely speechless with rage. 　　The thug then took off his clothes and climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed). He pulled Da Long into his arms with one hand (his fingers were still 　　inserted in Da Long's anus) and began licking Da Long's face. When he licked the base of Da Long's ear, the thug gently...

He asked, "Nephew, shall I tell you a story?" Without waiting for Da Long's reply, he
began, "Once upon a time, there was a man whose wife died after leaving him with three sons.
This man, unable to bear the loneliness at night, took his 12-year-old eldest son as his wife—oh, in other words, he defiled
his eldest son's anus. Later, to become the village's deputy leader, he gave his eldest and second sons to
the Party Secretary for further defilement. And then… wait? Nephew Da Long, why are you blushing like a monkey's bottom? Have you
heard this story before?"
Da Long was both shocked and ashamed. He was shocked because this wasn't some story at all; it was clearly about his father
! How did the scoundrel know all this? The thought that his family's secret was known to the scoundrel made Da Long
feel not only that his body was completely exposed, but his very soul was laid bare. How
could he not be ashamed?
"Da Long, tell me, are you familiar with this story?" the thug asked maliciously.
"I...I..." Da Long stammered, unsure whether to answer or not.
"Tell the truth, okay? Uncle hates liars the most. If you lie to Uncle, then your dad, hehe...
"
"...I...know..." Da Long didn't dare to hide it anymore. Since the thug could tell this "story,"
it meant he knew everything about him, his father, and the village secretary. So, he
had no choice but to answer honestly. Da Long dared not joke about his father's life or death.
"Then do you know who this man is?" the thug pressed.
"...It's my...dad..." Da Long's already flushed face turned even redder.
"What? Your dad?" the thug pretended to be surprised. "Then, isn't
that you, Da Long?"
"Yes...it's me..." Da Long wished he could disappear into a hole in the ground.
"How long has your dad been playing with that part of you?" After asking, the finger inserted into Da Long's anus was pushed in a few more
times.
"Just...just...two years..." Da Long's voice was already as low as a mosquito's buzz.
Looking at Da Long's embarrassed and ashamed appearance, the thug felt a trembling pleasure surge in his heart, and his groin, which had
been soft after he had ejaculated, began to react again.
"So, when your dad was playing with that part of you, what did you feel?"
"Hmm...it hurt a little at first...then it was a numb and spicy feeling..."
"Was it comfortable?"
"Not comfortable...oh, comfortable..." After thinking for a long time, Da Long still felt that it was better to tell the truth.
"Since it was comfortable, do you still want someone to play with your little asshole?" After saying that, the thug
pulled the finger out of Da Long's anus, put it under his nose and smelled it. The boyish smell in Da Long's anus
made the thug's lower body react even more strongly. Then, the thug grabbed Da Long's penis.
"No...I don't want to..." Little Niu Zi was grabbed, and Da Long's body trembled involuntarily.
"Oh? Really don't want to?" The thug grinned lewdly, grabbing Da Long's testicles and suddenly squeezing hard.
"Tell me, do you want to or not?"
"Ah!!!" Da Long almost fainted from the pain. "I want to...I want to..." Knowing better than to fight
a losing battle, Da Long quickly changed his tune.
"Really want to? Heh, nephew, then tell me, aren't you shameless?" The thug still didn't loosen his grip.
"I'm shameless...Uncle, let go, it hurts so much..."
"Then will you let your uncle fuck your asshole?" The thug's lower body had now regained its vitality.
"I...I'll let..."
Before Da Long could finish speaking, the scoundrel impatiently spread Da Long's legs wide, hoisting them onto his shoulders.
Then, with a thrust of his hips, he forced his already hard penis open Da Long's dark red anus, inch by
inch, and shoved it in...
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After a passionate encounter, both the scoundrel and Da Long lay exhausted on the kang (heated brick bed), panting heavily. However, their
exhaustion was different. The scoundrel was completely drained from the extreme pleasure, while Da Long's exhaustion
stemmed from the scoundrel's overly rough movements—unlike Zhao Laoshi's timid and restrained approach, and unlike the Party
Secretary's pursuit of "artistic" pleasure, the scoundrel only cared about his own comfort, never considering the feelings of the person beneath him.
Therefore, Da Long not only suffered from back pain, but also felt that the injury to his not-yet-fully-healed anus seemed to have worsened
.
After catching his breath on the kang (heated brick bed), Da Long remembered the purpose of his visit and said, "Uncle... um...
how is my dad now? I beg you, please let my dad go home." As he spoke, his face flushed, he
twisted his body backward, trying to pull out the thing the rogue had left in his anus.
Unfortunately, the rogue didn't let him have his way. Just as Da Long had expelled half of the rogue's thing from his body, the rogue suddenly
sat up, grabbed Da Long and pulled him into his arms, his hands tightly wrapped around his waist—and in this way, the rogue's
thing was completely inserted back into Da Long's anus. At the same time, the thug's hot lips pressed against Da Long's. Da Long
tried to dodge but couldn't, and the thug's tongue forced its way in...
The thug kissed Da Long for about five minutes before releasing him, grinning slyly, and said, "Alright, nephew,
as long as you listen to your uncle from now on, and do whatever I tell you to do, I'll give you back your father tomorrow."
He then started licking Da Long's cheeks again.
Da Long let the thug kiss his cheeks without restraint. He thought about it carefully and felt that the thug's
request was a bit excessive, but his father was now in the thug's hands, and he had no room to refuse. He could only agree
. "Uncle, I'll listen to you in everything from now on."
"Really?" the thug asked again ambiguously, his expression making Da Long feel like he had stepped
into a trap.
"Mm..." But Da Long had no choice but to agree.
"Alright, Uncle will ask you to do something now..." Seeing Da Long looking at him suspiciously, the scoundrel deliberately spoke slowly
, "It's just... um... from today onwards, you'll bring your younger brothers to Uncle's house every day, um
... which means Uncle will touch your penises and play with your little butts, just like today."
"Huh?" Da Long hadn't expected that after playing with him, the rascal would still have his eyes on Er Hu and Xiao Bao. He had thought that
the worst that could happen was that he would become the rascal's plaything, and he had mentally prepared himself for that.
But he never expected that the rascal would actually... If he agreed, how could he face his brothers? If he didn't agree
, his father would probably suffer. This put Da Long in a real dilemma.
"Hehe, what's wrong? You can't even do this first thing, Uncle?" The rascal saw through
what Da Long was thinking at a glance. "I don't know what you're having trouble with. You and your brother's asses have been fucked by the Party Secretary
countless times. Do you still care if Uncle plays with them a little?"
The rascal's words made Da Long blush with shame again. Now, Da Long was completely certain that the rascal
knew everything about his family. Da Long felt that all his psychological defenses had collapsed, and
he couldn't resist the rascal's attack at all. However, Da Long still tried to bargain: "Well... okay, Uncle,
I agree, but you have to release my dad first. As long as my dad comes home, I... I'll bring my brothers
... over..."
"Alright, Uncle will make sure your dad comes back 'completely' tomorrow." The rascal readily agreed.
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"Brother, will Dad really come home today?" Little Leopard asked Da Long excitedly, his little face flushed with excitement
. He hadn't seen his dad in a long time, and now Little Leopard was dreaming about him.
"Yes, Uncle Shuan promised, so Dad will definitely come back today." Da Long affectionately patted Little
Leopard's head, while constantly looking outside to see if his dad had arrived.
"That's great!" Little Leopard craned his neck even further, hoping his dad would appear right in front of him.
"Don't forget what I told you last night, otherwise, Dad will be taken back again." Da Long
reminded him, his face red with embarrassment.
"Don't worry, brother, this is nothing compared to Dad's sake," Little Leopard said nonchalantly. "It's just
letting Uncle Shuan touch my butt and dick a few times." The inexperienced Little Leopard had clearly oversimplified the situation.
Meanwhile, Erhu's face turned red with embarrassment. He thought of the days when he and his brother were played with by the village secretary, and his
penis involuntarily hardened, creating a "little tent" in his pants…
Dalong noticed the change in Erhu's crotch and guessed what Erhu was thinking. His face turned even redder,
and he quickly turned his head to the other side...
Just as Da Long and Er Hu were feeling awkward, Xiao Bao suddenly shouted, "Big brother, second brother, look!
Uncle Shuan is here!" Before Da Long and Er Hu could react, he rushed out, but after only a few steps, Xiao Bao
stopped abruptly. Then, with a sob in his voice, he cried out, "Dad, what happened to you?"
Da Long and Er Hu had also seen the reason for Xiao Bao's sudden 180-degree change: their father had been carried
back on a door panel! What happened to their father? An ominous thought immediately surfaced in the two brothers' minds,
and they rushed over in three strides. By then, Xiao Bao had already pounced on Zhao Laoshi.
Lying on the door panel, Zhao Laoshi stared blankly at the sky, completely
unresponsive to the little leopard pouncing on him. He just kept grinning foolishly, drool constantly dripping from the corners of his mouth, and emanating
a foul stench. So, Da Long and Er Hu, like the little leopard, cried and pounced on Zhao Laoshi.
The scoundrel, watching the three brothers crying and pounce on Zhao Laoshi, was extremely pleased. This was his masterpiece
! Ever since he had "appreciated" Da Long's anal plowing, the scoundrel had decided to make good use of Zhao Laoshi as a
"card," but he also felt that a sane and strong Zhao Laoshi was too dangerous. So
, the scoundrel somehow obtained some poison and turned Zhao Laoshi into his current state.
Of course, despite his smugness, he couldn't show it on his face. The scoundrel said to Da Long in a serious tone:
"Nephew Dalong, see? Your uncle keeps his word. I've returned your father 'completely' intact. Do
n't forget what you promised me. After you've settled your father in, bring your younger brother to my house."
Upon hearing this, Dalong was instantly enraged. Dalong wasn't stupid; his father's condition was clearly the work of that thug.
Yes, his father was "completely" intact, but that "completeness" was worse than death. Thinking
of this, Dalong could no longer control himself. He pointed at the thug, crying and cursing, "Waaah, waaah, waaah... Get out!!
You turned my father... waaah, waaah, waaah... into..." "So... Waaah, waaah, waaah... You still want to mess with me... Waaah, waaah,
waaah... You're dreaming... Waaah, waaah, waaah... I'll never let you get away with this... Waaah, waaah, waaah... You
old bastard... (several swear words omitted...)"
The thug's face turned pale and then red. He hadn't expected Da Long to be so bold as to dare to curse him like that in front of his
men. He felt utterly humiliated, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, nephew,
you've got guts. Daring to curse your uncle like that. Fine, I won't hold it against you now. We'll see!" With that, he waved his hand and
left with his four men.
Watching the thug's departing figure, Da Long continued his relentless cursing, determined to
vent all the pent-up anger he had accumulated over the past few days. However, he never imagined that his impulsive act would soon bring misfortune upon him and his
two younger brothers…
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After Da Long, Er Hu, and Xiao Bao carried Zhao Laoshi into the house and placed him on the kang (heated brick bed), the three brothers wept bitterly once more
. However, crying solved nothing. After the tears subsided, the three brothers had to face reality, especially
Da Long. He knew that from now on, the burden of life would fall on his shoulders.
Their father was crippled, but life had to go on. So, Da Long told Er Hu and Xiao Bao to fetch water from the village entrance, while
he himself washed their father's body, for he was terribly filthy and smelly.
There was only one well at the village entrance, and everyone in the village relied on it for water. Zhao Laoshi's house was at the far end of the village,
several miles from the entrance. So, by the time Erhu and Xiaobao had carried nine buckets of water back and forth, it was almost dark, and the
two brothers were exhausted, their clothes askew.
Dalong, seeing that they were almost done washing and his brothers were also tired, told them to go to sleep first, while he
continued. Sigh, Dad's body was just too dirty.
"Hoo..." Da Long let out a long, weary breath. He felt like his body was about to collapse, but
when he saw his father lying cleanly on the kang (a heated brick bed), he felt it was all worth it. After yawning, Da Long
covered his father with the quilt and went to the kang in the outer room. He saw that Er Hu and Xiao Bao were already fast
asleep. Da Long took off his clothes, blew out the oil lamp, and got onto the kang. Soon, he drifted off to sleep.
As he slept, he suddenly felt someone touching his body. In his drowsy state, Da Long felt his legs being spread apart,
and a wet, hot tongue took his penis into its mouth, sucking it incessantly. At first, Da Long thought
he was dreaming, but his desire was quickly aroused, and his penis soon became hard. He realized it wasn't a dream
and woke up with a start. He saw a dark figure lying between his legs!
Da Long, terrified, tried to sit up, but before he could even get halfway up, a pair of strong hands landed on his
shoulders, shoving him back down onto the bed. His hands were then firmly held down, and
something was stuffed into his mouth, rendering him unable to scream.
Da Long was filled with shock and fear. He desperately tried to kick the man sucking his genitals, but before he could reach him
, his right foot was grabbed, and his left foot suffered the same fate. Only then did Da Long realize
that there were at least ten people who had broken into his house…
His body pressed to the bed, his hands held down, his mouth gagged, and his legs spread wide
, Da Long felt utterly hopeless. He felt like a lamb to the slaughter, completely at the mercy of the man between his legs
, only able to twist his waist a few times in protest.
Since he couldn't resist, Da Long could only hope this farce would end quickly. So, he tried to stick out his belly
so he could ejaculate faster. A moment later, under the combined effect, Da Long's penis trembled violently and ejaculated
streams of hot, white fluid, spraying the man's mouth.
After spitting out Da Long's penis, the man touched Da Long's buttocks. He used both hands to spread Da Long's
two firm, dark buttocks apart and inserted a finger covered in Da Long's fluid into Da Long's wrinkled anus
. Because Da Long's legs were held and spread as wide as possible, his
anus was fully exposed to the air and easily lubricated.
Da Long felt the man playing with his anus and immediately understood his next move.
He violently twisted his waist, because in his heart, he accepted no one but his father. Even the village secretary
and the thugs were forced into it, and he felt extreme disgust…
Unfortunately, Da Long's resistance was futile. Soon, a thick, hard, long, and hot penis was
thrust into his anus. The man thrust repeatedly, his stomach slamming against Da Long's buttocks,
making a smacking sound.
Da Long painfully closed his eyes. What could he do now but listen to the smacking sounds and be manipulated
? The incessant smacking sounds echoed in the room, becoming unbearable for Da Long.
Wait, why were the smacking sounds coming from all directions? Da Long distinctly felt
that annoying smacking sound echo as the man's stomach separated from his own buttocks . Could it be…? An ominous thought
flashed through Da Long's mind. He immediately turned to his right—he saw that where Er Hu and Xiao Bao had been sleeping,
several people were now gathered in the shadows, and the smacking sound was coming from both groups of people.
Two streams of tears silently flowed from Da Long's eyes. He knew that his brothers had suffered the same fate as him
…
30
The winter sun was warm, but Da Long felt nothing. He
walked mechanically, limping along the village path, his mind replaying everything that had happened last night.
Last night was definitely a nightmare. Of course, if only it were a dream. Unfortunately,
the waves of pain and itching coming from his buttocks—no, not just his buttocks, but every part of his body ached terribly. These aches
clearly told Da Long that everything last night was real!
Last night, after the person in the darkness ejaculated a hot stream into Da Long's body,
he patted Da Long's buttocks with satisfaction and withdrew his now limp penis. Although Da Long felt a burning sensation in his anus (even though Da
Long's anus was well-tested, being penetrated without any lubrication still hurt him badly
), he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over. However, not long after, another
thick, hard, long, and hot penis probed into his anus, and with the help of the white
fluid left inside by the previous person, it slid in and entered Da Long's body.
"Does this mean they all want to..." This thought terrified Da Long. He estimated that
there were at least twelve or thirteen people in the room, and he couldn't imagine whether he
could withstand being fucked by each of them. Perhaps to verify that Da Long's guess was so accurate, after the second person finished, the third
person couldn't wait to come up. Not long after, utterly desperate, Da Long fell into a deep coma
…
Da Long didn't know how long he was unconscious; when he was awakened by the icy cold and blinding sunlight,
the sun was already high in the sky. When Da Long woke up, he found himself lying on the ground (no wonder he was awakened by the cold), his whole body
aching. Da Long examined his body and saw that it was covered in
bruises, all from being pinched. His nipples were surrounded by teeth marks, his penis was red and swollen, and
although it was limp now, it was still as thick as a carrot. His lower abdomen ached, probably from being
forced to ejaculate too much fluid the night before… Of course, the greatest pain came from his anus. Da Long felt that
even the slightest movement of his buttocks caused him to break out in a cold sweat. "Beast!!" Da Long cursed under his
breath.
Suddenly, Da Long thought of Er Hu and Xiao Bao. He quickly endured the pain and crawled onto the kang (heated brick bed), only
to find his two younger brothers lying unconscious, one on the ground and the other on their stomachs, both covered in a mess.
After waking them, the three brothers embraced and wept bitterly. As they cried, Da Long suddenly…
Then he noticed that Erhu's face was getting redder and hotter, and his breathing was becoming more and more rapid. Just as Dalong was wondering
about this, Xiaobao said, "Brother, my butt suddenly feels so itchy, it's killing me with itchiness..." Dalong was startled.
Xiaobao, who had just been complaining of butt pain, was now saying it was itchy? Judging from Erhu's appearance,
his butt was probably itchy too.
Just as Dalong was wondering, he also felt his butt itching. At first, it was just a tingling sensation, but
slowly, it became itchier and itchier, until Dalong started sticking his fingers into his anus and scratching incessantly.
What was going on? Could it be an evil spirit? No, it must have been those people from last night who did this. So, Dalong desperately tried
to recall everything that had happened last night. Finally, Dalong remembered that when he was half asleep, it seemed like someone
had put something in his butt. So, Dalong pushed Erhu down onto the bed, pried open Erhu's anus, and
looked inside—unfortunately, it was dark and he couldn't see anything. Right, that person was still muttering something in his ear.
Although he hadn't heard the exact words due to his panic, the speaker was clearly a thug. That's it,
it must be. It seems that to resolve this, he has to go find the thug.
Having figured this out, Da Long headed towards the thug's house.
The thug, drunk and smug, walked along the village path. He felt incredibly proud of himself. Take
last night's events, for example—he'd done a fucking brilliant job, satisfying his desires and getting his revenge.
"Hmph," he thought, "that brat Da Long dared to curse me in front of so many people! If I don't teach him a lesson, he
won't know he's above everyone else."
The rascal felt a surge of smugness as he thought about the oil-soaked pig bristles he'd stuffed into the buttocks of the three brothers, Da Long and Er Hu, before leaving last night. He knew that once those bristles
took root, no matter how strong your willpower, you'd be burning with unbearable itching. The only way to stop the itch was to
obediently stick your butt out… Of course, going to the latrine might produce a few bristles, but if you relied on that
method, hehe, it would take a year or two to get rid of them completely. So, the rascal was already imagining Da Long,
Er Hu, and Xiao Bao lined up naked in front of him, their buttocks sticking out. But then
again, what if those three actually managed to resist the itch, or what if the three brothers took care of it among themselves
? Well, the thug wouldn't mind another gang rape until those three lads were submissive. Heh
heh, who would have thought that gang rape would be so exciting? Some of his brothers were
fucking men for the first time, oh no, boys, and they all exclaimed how enjoyable it was, saying they'd have to call
them again next time there was such a good thing…
The thug returned home in a good mood, but as soon as he entered the house, his son Fusheng's mood instantly soured
.
"Dad, what did you do last night?"
"You brat, do you have to tell me what I do?" His son was actually interfering with him for the first time ever,
which really annoyed the thug.
"Um… Dad, did you go to Dalong's house last night?" Seeing his father's face turn pale, Fusheng
asked cautiously and timidly.
"So what if I went? It's none of your business!" The thug's face darkened.
"Dad...you...please let Uncle Honest's family go. After all, Uncle Honest took
the blame for killing the Party Secretary for you, and you even left him half-dead. We've already wronged them enough, please let them go..." "Slap
..." Before Fusheng could finish speaking, he was slapped to the ground by the thug.
"Damn it, you little brat, are you itching for a beating? You dare to talk back to your old man like that? Hmm? Is it because
I haven't been with you these past few days that you're getting aroused? Fine, I'll satisfy you!" With that,
the thug, his face dark with anger, pounced on Fusheng and, without even taking off his clothes, tore them to shreds in a few swift movements
...
"Smash!!" Suddenly, the sound of a dry branch snapping underfoot came from outside.
"Who?!" The thug was startled. If outsiders had overheard what Fusheng had just said,
things would be terrible. So, without even bothering to pull up his pants, he rushed to the door, slammed it open,
but there was nothing outside. "Did I hear wrong?" The thug scratched his head in confusion…
He ran, ran and ran, until he was out of the village, leaving it far behind, a tiny black
dot… Finally, exhausted, Dalong collapsed onto a yellow earthen slope. He looked up at the sky, at
the white clouds, tears silently streaming down his face. Suddenly, he roared, startling several
birds into flight. He roared and roared until his throat was dry, until he could roar no more. Dalong then sat up
, covering his face with his hands and sobbing softly.
He understood, he understood everything. So, his father was truly innocent; it was the thug who killed the village secretary!
Da Long felt a surge of hatred. Not only was his father being framed, but he and his brothers were also being
wantonly abused by their enemy. Good heavens, what kind of world was this?! Da Long even felt he'd be better off dead. No,
he couldn't let it go like this. He had to get revenge, no matter what, not only for himself and his brothers,
but also for his wronged father!
But how could he do it? As his emotions gradually calmed, Da Long began to worry. He was just a young
boy, no match for the thug's strength, not to mention the thug now acted like a local tyrant in the village
. If he acted rashly, he would only mess things up, and then he and his brothers would be truly finished
. What should he do? Ah, he remembered! His father had told him the story of enduring hardship and biding his time. He could learn from that
... humph, didn't that thug want to turn him and his brothers into his playthings? " Fine, I'll give in.
As long as I gain the thug's trust and stay by his side, I'll eventually get my chance. Then, I'll make sure he's finished
!" Sigh, although doing this will be unfair to Erhu and Xiaobao, I can't worry about that now. Besides, the thug won't
let them get away with it.
Having made up his mind, Dalong slowly got up from the ground. His eyes no longer held any sadness
; only the flames of revenge remained…
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Summer in Northwest China seems to drag on forever. Even in September, the heat was still like the dog days of summer, especially
at midday when it was unbearably hot. Several farmers, seeking refuge from the scorching sun,
took shelter under a towering tree at the village entrance. With nothing else to do, they began to chat.
Just as they were engrossed in their conversation, they suddenly saw clouds of dust rising from the dirt road outside the village. Before
they could even react, the dust swept in like a gust of wind, causing the farmers to cough incessantly
.
The dust settled quickly, and two military jeeps pulled up at the village entrance. A man in military uniform
got out and walked up to the still-recovering farmers, asking, "Where's your village secretary?
Tell him to come see me."
"Secretary? Our village secretary died long ago, there's no secretary anymore."
"...And your village head?"
"Village head? Isn't the village head a counter-revolutionary?... "
"...Well, surely your village has someone in charge? Oh, someone who can say what's going on in your village,
right? Tell him to come see me quickly."
"Someone you can talk to? Here you are, just wait."
A moment later, the hoodlum who had received the letter came running over excitedly. Upon seeing the soldier, his face immediately
lit up with a smile: "Oh, sir, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting so long. I'm the
person in charge of this village. What brings you to our village, sir?"
The soldier waved his hand and said, "Oh, it's like this. This autumn, your Huangtu Village received
three conscription slots, so the army sent me to be in charge of your village. Here's the document; take a look and check it.
Also, my surname is Zhang; from now on, just call me Company Commander Zhang, don't call me 'sir' anymore." The soldier, surnamed Zhang,
handed a document to the hoodlum as he spoke.
The hoodlum took the document with extreme embarrassment, because he couldn't read a single word, so how was he supposed to check it? But he
still pretended to look at it once, completely unaware that he had held the document upside down...
"Oh, so you're sending the kids to join the army? Okay, the document is correct." After pretending to look it over, the thug smiled and
asked, "How many days will the commander be working here this time? How many people have you brought? I'll make arrangements."
"About a week and a half. As for the people," Company Commander Zhang turned to the people in the jeep and called out,
"Get out, everyone. Um, this is Dr. Lu, who's in charge of the physical examinations, and this is Xiao Wang, who's in charge of taking photos. Plus two
drivers, that's five people in total."
"Five people? Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."
So, two years later, another group of outsiders visited Huangtu Village. It was just unknown whether this time,
like last time, it would bring about earth-shattering changes to the village...
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Da Long nervously watched the thug who was vigorously fucking Xiao Leopard's anus on the kang (heated brick bed), his heart pounding with anxiety.
When news of the army recruiting soldiers spread like wildfire through the village, Da Long immediately realized that his
long-awaited opportunity had finally arrived! Two years had passed; Da Long had endured two whole
years to wait for this chance. Just thinking about the days he had spent during those two years made his heart ache as if it were being torn apart.
Two years ago, after making up his mind to take revenge, Da Long immediately went to the thug, putting on a
pitiful act and begging him to spare his family. As expected, the thug once again demanded that the
three brothers "serve" him. Da Long reluctantly agreed, and that very night, Da Long led Er
Hu and Xiao Bao to the thug's house…
And so, from that day on, Da Long and his brothers became the thug's captives. At first, Da Long,
needless to say, and Er Hu, whether out of habit or for some other reason, also gave in to
the thug's wishes without resistance. Only Xiao Bao stubbornly covered his buttocks, refusing to let the thug have sex with him—that night
's gang rape had left deep wounds on Xiao Bao's mind and body!
The thug didn't force him, but he had sex with Da Long and Er Hu in front of Xiao Bao every day. After a few days, perhaps because
his anus was unbearably itchy, and seeing the comfortable looks on his brothers' faces after being fucked, Xiao Bao's heart gradually
warmed up, and finally, on a moonless night, he took the initiative to throw himself into the thug's arms...
In the days that followed, the thug took good care of the three brothers, not only ensuring they had enough to eat and wear
, but also sending someone to take care of Zhao Laoshi, who had become a cripple.
Even so, Da Long still harbored deep hatred for the scoundrel, searching for an opportunity to retaliate. However,
the scoundrel was meticulous in his actions, making it impossible for anyone to find a weakness. Thus, Da Long waited anxiously for two
years…
Da Long waited nervously, knowing that to enlist, he needed the scoundrel's approval. Otherwise,
if the scoundrel spoke ill of him to the recruitment officer, he would be out of the running. Asking his enemy for help,
yet unable to let his enemy discover his true intentions, was truly a frustrating situation, but what could he do
? Da Long knew that if he missed this opportunity, he didn't know how many more years he would have to wait. However, when he
told the scoundrel about his desire to enlist, the scoundrel's face remained expressionless, continuing to masturbate
. This action left Da Long completely baffled as to what the scoundrel was thinking.
While outwardly focused on masturbating, the scoundrel was secretly pondering: This kid Da Long actually wants to
enlist; what's going on here? "Is he trying to use joining the army to get back at me? Hmm, probably not. There's no reason
for that. If it weren't for me these past two years, who knows what would have happened to those brothers. Unless… no, that
was done perfectly. This kid probably doesn't know. Hmm, maybe he just wants to join the People's Liberation Army. After all, that
's the dream of most boys. Hmm, that's fine too. This Da Long is already 16 years old. His voice is starting to deepen,
his Adam's apple is becoming more prominent, and dark hair is sprouting from his crotch. In short, this kid isn't fun anymore.
I might as well take this opportunity to get rid of him, so I don't keep seeing him when I come to his house and lose my appetite…"
Having made up his mind, the thug continued his piston-like movements while smiling at Da Long and saying, "Nephew Da Long,
you want to join the army? That's great! Uncle supports you. Go ahead and do it. If you really get in, Uncle will take
good care of your father and your brother."
Hearing this, Da Long breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he realize that although he was naked, he
was still covered in sweat… The house where he signed up for the army was
the
former village secretary's house. To be honest, if he could, Da Long really didn't want to come here again
, but in order to become a soldier, he had no choice but to come to this place of sorrow.
Although Da Long knew beforehand that many people were signing up for the army, he was still
shocked by the sea of people when he arrived at the registration point—almost all the boys in the village between the ages of 16 and 23
had come (even a few boys under 16 were mixed in with the crowd). There were at least a hundred people
. The difficulty of becoming one of the three lucky ones was unimaginable! Da Long suddenly doubted whether he had been too
idealistic.
Just as Da Long was hesitating, someone walked towards him and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh,
who do we have here? Isn't this my brother Da Long?"
Da Long turned around and saw Er Nao, the son of Lai Zi Tou, the number one henchman of the thugs. A look of disgust immediately appeared on his face
. Er Nao always relied on his father being the second-in-command in the village to lead a bunch of hooligans
to bully the children of the "Five Black Categories." Da Long and his brothers had suffered a lot at first because of this guy.
Seeing the look of disgust on Da Long's face and his indifference, Er Nao felt humiliated. He
couldn't hit him (he didn't want to miss out on joining the army because of a fight), so he rolled his eyes and grinned wickedly, saying, "Oh,
I see, you're here to sign up too. Hehe, I didn't expect someone who makes a living by playing around would want to join the army. This world
is truly incomprehensible. By the way, if you really join the army, aren't you worried about your two younger brothers' butts
not being able to handle it? Hahaha..."
These words immediately made Da Long both ashamed and angry. Although the fact that he and his brothers had been sexually assaulted by thugs was already
an open secret in the village, it was the first time it had been said so openly. Moreover, Er Nao
was saying it so loudly in this setting, clearly trying to embarrass him! Da Long clenched his fists in shame and anger, wanting to punch Er Nao hard
in that hateful face, but reason told him that he couldn't throw that punch no matter what
.
Seeing Da Long's flushed face and clenched fists, Er Nao knew he had achieved his goal of humiliating Da Long, and felt
a surge of pride. He then said, "Hey brother, why are you clenching your fist? What? You want to hit
me? Hehe, if you're going to do it, don't be afraid of what others say..."
"Er Nao, what nonsense are you talking about?" A loud shout interrupted Er Nao's ramblings, making Er Nao very
unhappy. But when he turned around, he saw Fu Sheng, so he could only force a smile and say, "Brother Fu Sheng, actually, I didn't
say anything..."
Fu Sheng ignored Er Nao and walked straight to Da Long's side, saying, "Da Long, let's not waste our breath on him.
Come on, let's go register together." After saying that, he took Da Long's hand and walked into the house.
Da Long's feelings towards Fu Sheng were complicated. Although Da Long hated the thugs and consequently Fu Sheng,
Fu Sheng had always been protective of the brothers. They had suffered scorn from the villagers because of the thugs' manipulation, and
Fu Sheng was one of the few who genuinely cared for them. Moreover, Fu Sheng had
a similar experience to them…
Many people applied, but the selection process was incredibly fast. Many were eliminated at the registration point,
supposedly due to appearance issues. As Company Commander Zhang said, soldiers represent the face of the nation, and those who are ugly or deformed
would damage the country's image… Then, those who were too thin, too fat, or too tall
were also eliminated. After this process, only about 30 people made it to the final physical examination, and
Da Long and Fu Sheng were fortunate enough to be among them. Of course, if you paid close attention, you'd notice that
none of the kids who went for their physical exams the next day were 17; they were all 16 (though a few under 16
were allowed in). Whether they were handsome, average-looking, or even a little less attractive
, they all shared one thing in common: a youthful innocence. Their strong, sturdy bodies
were typical of children, not the bulky physiques of adults.
When the first boy to go in for his exam came out, his face was as red as a monkey's bottom. When asked
what kind of tests he had, he stammered and wouldn't say, only adding, "You'll find out when you go in."
Of course, if he were the only one like this, it wouldn't be surprising, but the next few boys who came out
with the same look as him as well. This astonished the other boys, who began to speculate about what was going on.
Da Long was the thirteenth person to enter the room for a medical examination. Intrigued by the strange behavior of the previous twelve people,
he stepped inside and found only two people sitting there. One wore a white coat
with a stethoscope around his neck, and the other was dressed in olive green, holding a large camera (of course, Da Long
didn't recognize either the stethoscope or the camera).
The man in the white coat greeted Da Long and invited him to sit in the chair opposite him, smiling as he said,
"Child, don't be nervous. We're just doing a routine physical exam to check for any health
problems. So, don't be afraid, just do as I say. Oh, by the way, my surname is Lu, you can call
me Dr. Lu. This is Comrade Wang, he's in charge of taking the photos."
Da Long nodded blankly. Although Dr. Lu told him not to be nervous, he was still incredibly anxious; after
all, this final hurdle would determine his fate.
Seeing Da Long nod, Dr. Lu smiled and said, "Alright, let's begin. First,
take off all your clothes..."
"Huh? Why do I have to take off my clothes?" Da Long exclaimed in surprise. Of course, he also understood why the previous twelve
boys had become so shy.
"Hehe..." Dr. Lu said with a smile, "Child, how can I examine you if you don't take off your clothes?
If you're dressed, I can't see which bones are crooked or what problems you have,
right? If you're too shy to take them off, then we can only consider it a forfeit."
Although Da Long still didn't understand why he had to take off his clothes for the physical examination, he didn't want to lose his
chance to join the army, so he obediently took off all his clothes and stood naked in the room.
Measuring
height, weighing, and testing vision... these examinations were incredibly novel to Da Long, who had never had a physical exam before. He
was especially curious about the equipment used in the examinations, which he had never seen before.
He did whatever the doctor told him to do, and his initial shyness gradually faded. His hands, which had been covering his groin,
unconsciously loosened, though Da Long didn't notice that his penis was still hard and erect.
The examination seemed to go smoothly, and the doctor seemed satisfied with Da Long's physical condition. After each examination
, while recording the results, he would often mutter to himself, "Not bad, this body is really well-built..." Hearing
these words, Da Long felt a surge of hope.
Soon, all the items on the medical examination form were completed. Da Long thought it was over and started
to put on his clothes, but just as he picked up his pants, Dr. Lu said, "Hey? What are you doing with your pants? The examination
isn't over yet."
Da Long asked curiously, "Doctor, didn't you finish the examination? Why is there more?"
"Oh, that was just a routine physical examination," Dr. Lu said with a smile, "What follows is
a special examination for the military that can only be conducted after passing the routine examination."
Dr. Lu's words made Da Long overjoyed. "A special examination for the military that can only be conducted after passing the routine examination
"—this meant he was one step closer to realizing his dream!
Dr. Lu pointed to a square table next to him and said, "Come on, child, lie down on this."
Da Long obediently lay down on the square table, wondering which part of his body he would be examined next
. Suddenly, he felt a strong hand grasp his two soft testicles and knead them back and forth
. Da Long quickly sat up and saw that it was Dr. Lu doing it. Da Long was startled. Although his body had already been thoroughly played with by his father, the Party Secretary, and the thugs 　　, he still felt incredibly embarrassed to have his testicles touched by
a stranger (or someone he had only known for a few minutes ). Da Long quickly reached out and grabbed Dr. Lu's hand, saying, 　　"Doctor, what are you doing? Why are you squeezing my testicles?" 　　"Don't be afraid, child. This is just a special examination. Oh, are you shy?" Dr. Lu 　　smiled at Da Long's flushed face, but stopped kneading. "If you don't want to, we won't examine you, 　　but you'll lose your eligibility to join the army..." 　　"Ah, doctor, please continue the examination. I'll do as you say." Upon hearing that not examining him would disqualify 　　him, Da Long immediately panicked. Although his face was still flushed, he involuntarily released the doctor's hand and 　　lay down. 　　Da Long simply closed his eyes, letting Dr. Lu fondle his crotch. He figured he'd just consider it a hooligan's 　　play. Da Long felt Dr. Lu, after fondling his testicles, gesture and measure his 　　penis. A moment later, something wrapped tightly around his penis. Although it was 　　uncomfortable to have something wrapped around it, and he heard Dr. Lu's incomprehensible words like "testicles...penis erection...long...thick..." 　　, Da Long suppressed his curiosity and didn't open his eyes. He was afraid that opening them would only 　　make him more ashamed and embarrassed. 　　A little while later, Da Long heard Dr. Lu say to him, "Alright, kid, now turn around and kneel on the table, 　　yes...bend your waist, lean your upper body on the table, spread your legs wider, stick your butt out..." Da Long did as he 　　was told, and soon he realized this position was incredibly familiar. Wasn't this the position for being fucked? 　　Did Dr. Lu want to do it too? ...While Da Long was lost in thought, he suddenly felt his buttocks being spread open, and then 　　a foreign object entered his anus. Based on experience, Da Long judged it to be a finger. 　　"Hmm, not bad, no hemorrhoids." Dr. Lu quickly pulled the finger out and patted Da Long 　　's buttocks. "Alright, kid, examination complete. Now get up and take pictures." 　　So Dr. Lu had been examining his anus! Realizing what had happened, Da Long broke out in a cold sweat. He 　　knew his anus had been penetrated by his father, the Party Secretary, and the thugs, and even forced by the thugs to be penetrated by Er Hu, 　　Xiao Bao, and even Fu Sheng. If Dr. Lu found out, he'd be finished! 　　"Hey, Zhao Da Long, what are you thinking about? Time for pictures." A shout pulled Da Long back to reality. Oh 　　well, now he could only hope for the best. What 　　were pictures? Da Long didn't understand. He could only blindly follow instructions. Comrade Wang, who was in charge of taking pictures, told him what 　　to do, without even asking why he had to be naked for the pictures. "Alright, stand still, smile 　　, I'm going to take the picture," Comrade Wang said, pressing the shutter button as soon as he finished speaking. The blinding flash startled Da Long 　　. After taking the frontal photo, Comrade Wang took pictures of Da Long's side profile, back, genitals, and buttocks 　　, even making Da Long spread his buttocks open and take a picture of his anus... 　　35 　　When the moon climbed to the treetops, most of the houses in the village had turned off their lights; early to bed and early to rise was 　　a habit for all the villagers. However, the dim light of an oil lamp still shone in Company Commander Zhang's house, and two soldiers (the two drivers 　　) stood guard at the door. 　　"How's it going, Lao Lu? Anything decent this time?" Company Commander Zhang asked hoarsely, arms crossed. 　　"Hmm, the selection this time is pretty good. I think we should pick out something that suits the old commander's taste..." 　　Dr. Lu said confidently. 　　"Hey, don't be so sure of yourself. Even if the recruits this time are all good, we still need to be selective. 　　If they don't suit the old commander's taste, we might not only fail to get promoted, but we could even be demoted. Last year, 　　Old Xiao was demoted to cook in the mess hall because of that," Company Commander Zhang said worriedly. " 　　Don't worry, Old Zhang. Although the old commander is picky, I know what he likes. 　　All the new recruits he's been working with over the years were handpicked by me. Oh, it's just that Old Xiao was unlucky; I unfortunately got sick last year and couldn't 　　go with him, so he made the wrong choice," Dr. Lu said, handing two medical examination forms to Company Commander Zhang. "Only..."

"If you send these two lads up, I guarantee you'll get promoted immediately."
"Really?" Company Commander Zhang took the two medical examination forms with suspicion. "Zhao Dalong? Zhao Fusheng? Hmm,
judging from the data on the forms, these two lads are not bad, but they're not the best."
"Indeed, if you only look at the data, these two lads are only above average," Dr. Lu turned to
Xiao Wang, who was standing to the side, and said, "Xiao Wang, show these two lads' photos to Old Zhang."
Company Commander Zhang took the photos and looked at them, his eyes immediately lighting up: "Oh, I didn't expect these two lads' genitals to be
so big, and the hair has only grown a little bit!" "
Hehe, indeed their genitals already meet our standards, but the reason I ultimately chose
them is because of their anuses."
"Anuses?" Company Commander Zhang quickly took out photos of Dalong and Fusheng's anuses, looked at them several times but couldn't figure it out
. "I say, Old Lu, stop being mysterious, just tell me."
"Hehe, alright, I'll tell you. Look, aren't these two lads' anuses open?
There are only two possibilities for this: either they just pooped, or foreign objects frequently enter their anuses. Later,
when I performed a digital rectal exam, I was even more certain it was the latter. Because when a normal person's anus is
invaded by a foreign object, it will close tightly as a form of instinctive protection. But when I inserted my finger into their anuses, both
of their anuses automatically opened and even actively sucked in. Based on my years of experience, this means that
these two lads have already been fucked, and frequently at that." Dr. Lu analyzed methodically.
"Fucked? Can we still give them to the old commander? Will he be satisfied with playing with 'second-hand goods'?" Company Commander
Zhang asked with some concern.
"Don't worry, these two lads aren't virgins anymore, but they're experienced in that kind of thing. I think
they'll make sure the old leader is satisfied when he's with them. As for the virgins, since it's their first time,
they'll most likely resist. The old leader likes a bit of excitement, but if they resist too much and make him
uncomfortable, the consequences could be serious. Old Xiao made that mistake last year... Besides,
there are three spots this time, right? If you're worried, just find another virgin. That way, you'll be sure of everything. Here, I've
found one for you. Take a look at this form and photo."
"Wang Tiedan? Huh? Why is this kid's genitals so small? He looks like a little kid."
"That's right. Although this kid says he's already 16 and has a strong physique, I measured his
bone age and found out he's only 14. Hehe, this is a treasure! You know, the old leader's favorite type of
guy is just over 13."
"Alright, these three lads. Old Lu, if I really get promoted this time, I'll definitely thank you handsomely
..."
Da Long silently tidied his clothes, but he couldn't contain his excitement. That morning, when Da
Long saw his name on the big red list, he simply couldn't believe it was real—he
had actually stood out from over a hundred people and become one of those three lucky ones! Da Long was so excited that he cried
. He knew that his hard days were over, that God had finally opened his eyes. As long as he made something of himself in the army
, there would be hope of avenging his father!
"Brother, are you really leaving?" Er Hu didn't know what Da Long was thinking. He only knew that
his brother, with whom he had spent every day, was about to leave him and Xiao Bao, and it was so sudden that he was somewhat at a loss.
Of course, he felt more sadness and reluctance than anything else.
"Well, brother's leaving soon," Da Long said, glancing at Er Hu. He knew that once he left, his two younger brothers' lives
would likely become even more difficult. He himself would no longer be toyed with by the thugs, but what about Er Hu and Xiao Bao? The thugs
would probably abuse them even more ruthlessly. But to escape this hellhole, and to get revenge on the thugs, Da Long couldn't care less about his brothers
. Besides, even if he stayed in the village, he would just be another toy for the thugs,
with no chance of ever turning his life around. "Er Hu, brother, after I leave, you have to take good care of Dad and Bao. This family will
depend on you from now on." Da Long could say nothing more than comforting Er Hu.
"Brother, you have to come back soon," Xiao Bao said, his voice trembling with tears.
"Yes, as long as I make a name for myself in the army, I'll definitely come back." Da Long stroked Xiao Bao's head affectionately
. "So you must listen to your second brother and take good care of Dad for him."
"Yes, I'll definitely listen to my second brother..."
...
"Zhao Da Long, are you ready? It's time to go." Just as Da Long was saying goodbye to his brothers, Company Commander
Zhang's voice came from outside. Da Long quickly packed up the clothes on the kang (heated brick bed) and said to his brothers, "Well then,
I'm off." After saying that, he carried his pack and walked out of the house...
The military jeep sped across the Loess Plateau, quickly leaving the village behind, turning it into a small
black dot... Fu Sheng and Tie Dan looked at the clouds of dust rising outside the vehicle and shouted excitedly. This was
the first time since they were born that they had ridden in the legendary vehicle. How could they not be excited and thrilled?
Da Long didn't join them. Although it was his first time riding in a car, his heart was
filled with mixed emotions. He worried about his younger brothers' future, concerned about his father's health, and also plotted
how to perform well in the army to gain the attention of his superiors…
Suddenly, a hand patted Da Long's shoulder. Da Long looked up and saw Fu Sheng. "Da Long, I know
you're sad to leave Uncle Laoshi, Er Hu, and Xiao Bao, but we'll come back, so don't be sad.
Besides, we're going to join the People's Liberation Army; you should be happy…" Fu Sheng thought Da Long was sad about
leaving his family and went to comfort him, unaware that Da Long was actually plotting how to deal with his
father.
"Yes, I will come back. When I do, I will become a high-ranking official, and then
avenge my father, my brothers, and myself!" Thinking this, Da Long looked towards the village. Although the village had long since disappeared into
the rolling dust, Da Long's eyes were filled with determination…
Epilogue:
After Da Long and his two brothers joined the army, they were transferred to the guard company. A year later, Wang Tiedan disappeared, and the army determined him to be a deserter.
...
As their four-year service was nearing its end, Da Long and Fu Sheng were both promoted to officer and entered the National Defense University for three years of advanced study...
Two years later, the Cultural Revolution ended, and all those who had harmed the village during that time were severely punished by law
...
A year later, the Sino-Vietnamese War broke out, and both Da Long and Fu Sheng participated as junior officers. Da Long
was captured in a battle and went missing afterward. The army ruled him dead and posthumously recognized him as a martyr...
A month after the Sino-Vietnamese War ended, Fu Sheng was discharged from the army. Of the three young men who had joined the army together,
only Fu Sheng returned to the village.
[The End]

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