Torture male slave

In the dim light, a huge penis was glued tightly to the table, only the swollen, purplish glans exposed. I watched my genitals being tortured like this, yet I was helpless. My hands were tied behind my back and I was suspended high from the ceiling, forced to stand on tiptoe to barely alleviate the twisting of my elbows.

Standing before me was my master, whose name I didn't know. I had never even seen his face. He always wore a mask during his training and torture, somewhat resembling a Japanese tengu, but not quite. I dared not look closely; my master forbade his lowly slaves from looking directly at his upper body. Even a stolen glance would result in waterboarding and confinement.

It was inhuman torture. The first time I was waterboarded was also the first time I saw my master.

I didn't have a great physique; I just lacked muscles. I started going to the gym, but whenever I took off my clothes and showed my arms, I was always ridiculed, simply because I was too pale.

Many girls were jealous of my skin, saying I was born into the wrong family. Feeling insecure, I didn't want to be the center of attention. What might be a joke to others, I took very seriously. So, I went for a run alone in the park late at night, and that's where I met my master. It

was already very late that day, and I hadn't really wanted to go. But the thought of the allure of a V-line and a V-shaped waist made me muster my energy and put on my running shoes. Not long after, I suddenly noticed someone standing under a small streetlamp, wearing a long trench coat, their face obscured.

Terrified by the darkness, I froze, frozen in place. After all, it was already past midnight; besides patrol officers, there was no one else around.

The person in the leather coat seemed to notice me, turning and walking towards me. When I came to my senses and looked closer, it was a woman—a large, naked woman in a trench coat. If it weren't for the two bells hanging from her breasts, I might have been able to flirt with her.

She had no expression, just staring straight ahead. At first, I thought she was looking at me, but then I realized I was wrong.

Just as I was reminiscing, a stream of white wax was poured onto my glans, making me scream in pain. My master, holding a candle, slapped me twice across the face. Then he pressed the candle base hard against my glans. With

his other hand, he stroked the base of my cleanly shaved penis, then leaned in to sniff my hair. Ever since I was locked up here, they'd injected me with estrogen and dressed me like a woman. Besides, I naturally look like a woman; sometimes when I look in the mirror, I can't see any signs of being male, even my breasts are slightly protruding. Except for that penis below.

I let out a few soft moans; that huge vibrator was almost touching my prostate.

"Are you going to cum?" my master asked me.

That's what he asked me back then. I found myself completely naked, tightly bound to a park bench, my legs raised above my head, my ankles strapped to a lamppost behind me, my entire buttocks exposed.

The woman in the leather jacket was sucking my penis when I came to my senses; I felt like I'd been electrocuted, my back still tingling.

Then I heard a deep voice behind me: "Are you about to cum?" I was indeed about to cum. I wanted to scream for help, but my mouth was tightly gagged. Looking around, all I could see was black clothes and darkness. The person who had ambushed me stood behind me, seemingly enjoying the scene.

The woman in the leather jacket was licking my penis while playing with my anus, occasionally kissing the tender flesh next to my anus. If I weren't tied up, that feeling would have been heavenly. The person behind me was equally aroused, pulling out his penis and attacking me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel that wicked, stinking penis right next to my ear.

He took the thing out of my mouth, and I realized it was my underwear. My stomach churned. Before I could even open my mouth to make a sound, he turned my head and skillfully put on a gag. I had to keep my mouth open, unable to even swallow my saliva. I knew what was about to happen. That stinking penis was shoved into my mouth; it was long and thick. The glans pressed against my throat, and the immediate feeling of suffocation surged into my brain, along with shame. He choked me, shaking my head back and forth. My consciousness was hazy, barely clear; I only remembered the feeling of that foul-smelling semen spraying all over my face—utterly humiliating.

Later, my master brought me here. At first, I resisted desperately, but only received endless pain and torture. Especially after the water dungeon, I became much more docile, learning to actively please my master to avoid further punishment. By then, I had been tortured in every way and finally gave in. I performed oral sex on my master's penis—it was the first time I had willingly sucked a man's penis. Although I was very unwilling, I hadn't eaten or drunk anything for three days.

To survive, I had to make the deal. His penis was strange, with a unique fishy smell that one could never forget once smelled. I could always recall the feeling after being conquered by his penis, a sensation that no other man's penis could match.

After my master ejaculated in my mouth, he satisfiedly took a funnel and fed me "water." The stench of urine gushed down my throat, spilling onto my face and dripping onto the cold floor. Beside me lay the semen I had just vomited up from my master. He, with a triumphant air, shoved the leftovers onto the floor and turned to leave.

Tears welled in my eyes as I ate the food mixed with semen and urine. It was truly awful, but I later learned the immense price I had to pay for it.

But my master wasn't satisfied with his submissive sex slaves; he preferred those who resisted helplessly. The woman in the leather jacket was one of

his favorites. She was beautiful, had a lovely voice, and her vagina was truly exquisite. The initial penetration felt like entering a vast ocean, overflowing with vaginal fluid. But the deeper you went, the tighter the flesh became. By the time you realized it, the entrance was already gripping your penis, and after a few thrusts, you had to surrender.

This wasn't something my master told me; it was something I experienced firsthand.

I had just eaten my master's penis a few times, and each time he would lock me in a small room and leave me alone after he finished. But this time was different. After he ejaculated on my face, he made me wipe it off and eat it piece by piece, which I did.
My master was clearly satisfied and led me out of the small room. The small room was gloomy and terrifying, just like the outside, like a prison. Only the iron bars had been replaced by small doors. I knelt on the ground, walking like a dog, a leash around my neck, following my master.

After passing countless rooms, we finally entered through a door. I immediately recognized the woman on the bed—the woman in the leather jacket from that night. I hated her, but I couldn't explain why; I simply blamed her for everything I was going through. After all, I dared not disobey my master anymore, so I could only vent my anger on her.

Her life seemed a little better; she had some furniture and decorations, unlike my cell. But her life was not easy. From her cold eyes, I could see that she had completely lost hope and light in her life.

My master grabbed the long hair that had been implanted in me. For the first time, I felt the immense power of having my hair pulled, and I could only let my master do as she pleased. My master pressed me down onto the birthing chair, securing my hands and feet to the support, my anus facing the woman in black.

The woman in the leather jacket walked towards me, her breasts swaying with each step. Only then did I see two large characters imprinted on her fair skin—"Yin Zhi."

"Yin Zhi" was her name? And what was even more terrifying was that the characters didn't look tattooed; were they branded on?

Before I could think further, my anus suddenly felt icy cold. I saw Yin Zhi holding a large syringe, pouring water into my anus. My master held a stun gun, constantly stimulating my nipples. The churning sensation in my intestines was unbearable; even with just one syringe, I felt like I was going to die. Yin Zhi took out an anal plug and forcefully inserted it into my anus, the egg-sized plug tightly blocking the liquid inside. My mouth was already gagged, so I could only let out muffled groans.

Yin Zhi started sucking my penis again, this time not just oral sex, but more like a performance, a performance for her master. She kept playing with every part of my penis, taking out a vibrator to stimulate the glans, and even using an electric shock to play with my scrotum. She also took out a masturbation sleeve to masturbate my penis, but I was only focused on expelling the enema fluid from my body and couldn't feel any pleasure.

Until the master got tired of watching, he pulled out the anal plug, and feces gushed out with the liquid, splattering all over the floor. A strong smell of feces filled the entire room. Yin Zhi seemed used to this scene and remained unmoved. But the master was incredibly excited; his penis, which had ejaculated earlier, was erect again in front of me.

Yin Zhi knelt on the ground, removed her hands from my penis, and began to play with my anus. It was the first time my anus had been penetrated by fingers. They pressed on the inner wall of my rectum, teasing my sphincter muscles, making me contract and relax. My anus had been dilated and had adapted quite a bit. Just as I was slowly enjoying this novel stimulation, Yin Zhi put a penis sheath on me, tightly gripping the base of my penis and the glans. The sensation seemed to stretch it considerably, but my testicles were stuffed into a tiny stainless steel sheath; any smaller and they would burst.

After putting on a condom, Yin Zhi took out a vibrator, applied lubricant, and inserted it into my anus. I cried out in surprise, a muffled sound coming from my throat. I heard the same whimpering sound behind me; I wondered which sex slave was giving their master deep throat oral sex. Yin Zhi thrust in and out with the vibrator, fucking me. As a man, being raped by a woman with a dildo was utterly humiliating. In that moment, I ejaculated.

The semen shot out far, sticking to Yin Zhi's hair. Yin Zhi was also somewhat stunned; her penis was still tightly bound, not shrinking at all after ejaculation. The master, also aroused, released the sex slave from her crotch and turned towards me.

I didn't know why this was happening; I just felt a tingling sensation deep in my rectum, a pleasure that hit my brain directly—a different kind of feeling.

Now that feeling came again; the glans, stuck together by the solidified white wax, involuntarily twitched, and the veins bulged. The master turned the vibration to maximum, and a surge of pleasure erupted, but the semen was stuck in my urethra, making it feel like my penis was about to explode.

"Nod if you've ejaculated," the master teased in his deep voice.

I could only nod, and then the master peeled off the white wax, revealing hot semen scattered all over the table. The master seemed to enjoy this sight; he pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his own penis, thrusting it into my anus.
By this time, my anus was already used to the foreign object entering, and it hurt a little. My elbows hurt even more, feeling like they were about to break from being pressed down. But it still couldn't compare to the pain of the first time my master had penetrated my anus. That was an excruciating pain.

My hands and feet were untied, but the penis sheath still bound my manhood. I was thrown onto the bed, the soft mattress giving me the illusion that I was still lying in my own little apartment.

Soon, the master shattered this illusion; he pressed down on my waist, rubbing his enormous penis against my reddened anus. I lay on the bed like a female dog, knowing what awaited me, and Yin Zhi sat right in front of me. Her eyes seemed to speak to me, no longer the dull, lifeless gaze of before. They seemed to encourage me, pity me, and despise me.

My master thrust hard, a sharp pain shooting through me. I felt as if my intestines were about to burst, my anus torn, leaving bloodstains on the sheets like a woman's first time.

My master fucked even harder, thrusting deep into my anus again and again. Yin Zhi kissed me, sucking up my saliva, making me suck on her nipple, holding me in her arms like a mother. My master's lust was finally satisfied, but the pain was far from over.

Without being commanded, Yin Zhi instinctively blocked my anus, continuously sucking up the bloody semen, even swallowing a little excrement.

My first time ended like this. The condom was removed, but the penis remained proudly erect, refusing to bow even when I returned to the dark room. Although my buttocks ached terribly, making it impossible to even sit. I started masturbating, a question forming in my mind—what was this feeling like?

My master untied my hands, and while he was fucking my anus, he made me masturbate my limp penis. My face was pressed against the table, swaying back and forth, seemingly used to this life, letting him do as he pleased. Soon, a torrent of semen poured inside me.

I used my fingers to scoop out my master's semen and then opened my mouth. My master loved having his semen eaten, and he never tired of it, ordering his sex slaves to eat every last drop, no matter where he ejaculated.

I remembered the last time I didn't do this, and the excruciating pain of being locked in the water dungeon.

It was a torture platform, and I lay there with a tap right above me. As soon as the tap was turned on, icy water covered my entire face, and all I could hear was the sound of the water. Unlike the "sticking to the official," you had to twist your head back and forth to avoid the water to breathe the little air you could get. Sometimes I thought about dying, but human instinct wouldn't let me. Even the slightest breath of air would compel my brain to inhale it.

My hands and feet were bound to the bed, but it wasn't easy. I'd seen sex slaves who tried to escape, only to be locked in a water dungeon, their hands and feet pierced with needles and burned, ultimately tortured to death.

My few hours felt like centuries. To avoid further torture, I had no choice but to obediently become my master's sex slave.

My master was relatively kind to me, perhaps because I was the first sex slave with a penis. I could do things other sex slaves couldn't, like having sex with them.

The first time I had sex with other sex slaves, I was filled with guilt. My master watched, like watching two dogs mating in the wild. The sex slave beneath me cried out wildly to please my master, as if craving his penis—it worked. I lay on the ground, with a sex slave on top of me. This is when I really looked at Yin Zhi. She must have been in her thirties or forties. Her vagina was loose and saggy, but she had a seductive charm about her. The master was on top of the sex slave, thrusting into her anus with all his might. I could even feel the master's strength in my penis. Suddenly, I imagined the scene of the master's penis fucking me. My anus was a little irritated, hoping something would be inserted to relieve the itch.

Was I going to become like the sex slave in front of me? Giving up my dignity for lust. I couldn't do that, but my anus was so itchy.

Later, I even attended the master's lewd party, where people with the same quirks and controlling tendencies as the master gathered. They chatted together, discussed business, and then fucked sex slaves together.

The master brought me and another sex slave, "Qi Ling," whose name was also branded on her chest. Qi Ling was a head shorter than me and had a loli-like face. The master held her hand like a father holding his daughter's hand, even though she was already 31 years old.

Qiling seemed very excited, clinging to her master in the car and acting coquettishly. That bitch is really shameless. I was tied up and thrown into the back seat, watching Qiling constantly hinting at how much she wanted to be fucked.

Was I jealous?

When we arrived at the club, I was blindfolded and taken out of the car. I don't know how much time passed, but when the blindfold was removed, I was stunned.

The huge dance floor was packed with people, and various SM shows were being performed on the stage. My master sat on a soft seat, and a woman I didn't recognize was sucking his penis, while Qiling was on top of another man in a suit, passionately kissing him.

I noticed we were in a VIP box. This small private room was on the third floor, and unlike the other crowded rooms, this one only had three people: my master, the man in the suit, and a woman.

The woman was dressed in luxurious clothes, and a female dog was kneeling before her. She was called a female dog because her elbows and knees were wrapped in cloth, forcing her to walk like a dog, wearing a leash, and a tail was inserted into her anus. I don't want to become like that.

The woman on top of my mistress was her other female dog. This wanton dog was making loud sucking noises while vigorously rubbing her fat cunt, constantly smearing her juices on my face.

The mistress seemed quite interested in me; despite being a woman, she had a large penis.

"What a thick penis," the mistress said seductively.

My mistress didn't answer, but simply waved her hand, signaling the dog beneath her to move aside.

With a "smack," a leather whip lashed across my buttocks. The dog trembled in pain, shaking as she moved away from her mistress's penis and hid behind her.

"Look at his little penis," the mistress said, as if mocking a young boy's undeveloped penis.

I looked down and saw that my own penis was indeed erect.

The man in the suit didn't even watch the performance on stage. He turned to me and asked, "What's your name?" I hadn't said my name in a long time, and for a moment I couldn't speak. Qi Kan, however, spoke first, saying, "His name is Jiang Zhi. What a nice name."

I then realized that was my name. I glanced at the humanoid bitch in front of me, her butt sticking out and wagging her tail. The female lead laughed and said, "Why don't you let my beloved dog perform for everyone? Those inferior goods down there can't compare to ours." The owner didn't say anything, as if she tacitly approved. I don't know where I got the courage, but as if to grab everyone's attention, I grabbed the bitch's petite waist and thrust hard into her cunt.

This bitch not only dressed as a bitch, but even her barks were like a dog's. This amused the man in the suit, who laughed heartily. I then realized that the man in the suit only had Iris by his side. Did he not have any sex slaves?

Just as I was thinking this, the man in the suit walked towards me, took out his penis, and brought it to my face. I opened my mouth willingly, greedily inhaling the taste of the penis.

The man in the suit praised me endlessly, while the bitch beneath him barked even more enthusiastically. I glimpsed that my master's penis had also hardened, and the female lead naturally let loose, pressing down on another lewd bitch and licking her vulva.

The entire hall echoed with lewd moans. A moment later, the man in the suit ejaculated into my mouth. When his limp penis moved away from me, I realized that the female lead was already walking towards me with a dildo on, and the bitch from before was shamelessly giving her master a blowjob.

It seemed my anus was about to suffer again. But the little bitch in front of me was trembling with fear. I didn't know why she was so afraid of the female lead, but I realized how powerful it was when the female lead's dildo was inserted into my anus.

It was a modified dildo, made like virtual skin, except for one thing—the addition of ball bearings. The steel balls rubbed against the inner wall of my rectum, making it more like a torture device. No wonder the bitch in front of me was so scared. My anus was stretched open, a sharp pain shooting through my brain. In a blur, I vaguely felt my master pull out that terrifying instrument of torture. Then…

I collapsed weakly onto the table. At that moment, Yin Zhi came in, helped me up, and tore off the tape sticking to my penis. Yin Zhi was like an older sister to me, but now I had to fuck her.

Ever since that party, my master had particularly enjoyed watching my penis go in and out of his sex slave. I was fucking Yin Zhi, and she was sucking my master's penis, swaying to my rhythm.

Yin Zhi's vagina was wet and tight, but I felt no pleasure. I was slowly realizing that only when my anus was stimulated would my penis get erect. Was I destined to be fucked?

My master's penis hardened again. He grabbed Yin Zhi's shoulders, sandwiching me between them, his penis thrusting vertically into my anus. And so, the three of us wriggled up and down, creating a strange and peculiar scene.

My master's penis plunged deep inside, my cock gripped tightly by the folds of flesh. I began to enjoy the feeling, the shame of being humiliated and penetrated. My master's penis thrust in and out dozens of times, each time with great force, and I actually experienced repeated orgasms like a woman. His penis ejaculated thick semen, mixing with the jasmine's vaginal fluids and churning inside my vagina.

The multiple orgasms left me weak and exhausted until I fainted. The last thing I remember is how good my master's penis felt inside me.

When I woke up, my master was standing in front of me, holding a red-hot branding iron. I knew what that meant. I had become my master's true sex slave. When the name "Jiang Zhi" was branded onto my flat breasts, I knew I could never leave this place again.

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