[A True Account of Male Slave Training in Shanghai]

A True Account of Male Slave Training in Shanghai
Author: Unknown
On January 29th, I arrived at a Snow Princess bar in Zhabei as agreed. After waiting for about 20 minutes, a
man around 30 years old sat down next to me and whispered, "Is this Chen Sheng?" I nodded. I looked up
at the man. He was about my height, not particularly handsome, but through his pink shirt, I could vaguely
see his well-defined muscles, giving him a mature boyish charm. While I was thinking, he ordered me a
beer: "Ready?" I knew he was referring to his request on QQ before I came: wear briefs
and abstain from sex for 5 days. I nodded again. "Let's go to the restroom then," I said, a little nervous, but still followed
him inside. No one was there. He pointed to a stall at the very back and said, "Go in." He followed me in
and casually plugged in the lock. "I want to see your lower body first, take off your pants."
I obediently unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down to my knees. His hand reached in, caressing
me through my underwear. It was the first time a strange man had touched me, and my penis involuntarily became erect. Seeing this, he used his other hand
to pull up my t-shirt, moving it up my abdomen until he touched my nipples. He kept rubbing back and forth,
and I felt my face burning.
Just then, someone came in to urinate. He then told me to take off my already slightly damp underwear and hand it to him.
I took it off nervously and excitedly, trying to make as little noise as possible. He then told me to put my pants back on and straighten
them.
He put my underwear in his bag. The friction of my hot skin against the rough pants kept my penis
hard, but he opened the door. I had no choice but to walk out with my head down. Perhaps because two people suddenly came out,
the young man urinating next to me looked at us, saw my protruding lower body, and smiled. I didn't care about anything else and
followed my master out of the restroom. After paying the bill, I followed the host to the place he had mentioned.
It was a semi-detached villa, nestled among flowers and trees, appearing quite secluded. Its opulent exterior suggested
the owner was wealthy. Just as I was about to ask Qiu if this was his house, he opened
the iron gate to the yard and walked straight to the front door of the living room. The lights were on inside, and he rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps,
but something seemed off. Just as I was wondering, the door opened. I followed Qiu inside. Only then did I realize
the boy who opened the door was wearing shackles; no wonder the sound of metal clanging earlier was so distinct. Qiu gave the boy a few instructions and
went upstairs. Because his voice was low, I only heard him say: "This is the new guy. Take him to section A and clean him up first.
He'll be ready for further instructions later." The boy was probably in his early twenties, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and sharp features. He looked quite energetic, wearing
only a down jacket over his upper body. Although he was wearing leather pants, his genitals were exposed, quite conspicuous. He didn't
speak, but simply gestured for me to follow him.
We turned the corner of the hall and walked along the corridor to the left. Near the end, he stopped. When I stopped
, he opened the door. After I went in, he didn't close it; instead, he pushed the door open at a 90-degree angle.
He turned on the light, and I saw that it was a bathroom. Against the corner were three showerheads, and next to them was a row of
small lockers for clothes. On the other side was a glass partition, obscuring the view inside. He then instructed me to undress
completely. As I undressed, I suddenly felt him watching me. I looked up and saw
an indescribable expression in his eyes. "Is something wrong?" I asked. His tense face relaxed slightly, but
he didn't answer. "You're lucky; Master brought you here." I didn't understand and was about to ask. "Hurry up, don't dawdle
, Master wants to see you soon." After I finished undressing, he had me rinse my entire body, carefully washing my back and
buttocks. He then made me pull back the foreskin of my penis and carefully cleaned it with a spray nozzle. He handed me a towel
and dried myself off. I was about to put on my clothes when he said, "You don't need these here. Fold them up and put them
in that cabinet; yours is cabinet number 21." I then noticed the numbers marked on the cabinets.
"Won't I be cold?" "It's alright, there's heating here. The interrogation room and the bedroom both have air conditioning. As for the
corridor, that's for your training." He put my hands behind my back and tied them with rope. "What's the interrogation room?" There was no
answer. I turned around and saw Qiu standing in the doorway, while the boy knelt on the ground, head bowed and silent. "Who
told you to tie him up like this? The master hasn't seen him yet. Take him to that glass wall over there." "Yes."
The rope on my hands was untied again, and the boy dragged me to the glass. It really was a glass
wall. By the dim light of a wall lamp, I could see some small holes at the top and bottom of the glass, but they were uneven and
irregular. He looked me over, then pointed to one of the holes and said, "Put your penis in." I did as he
instructed, inserting my penis, still covered by soft skin. Perhaps it was excitement or nervousness, or perhaps the glass was
cold, but I immediately became erect. At that moment, the boy leaned over, examined it, and said, "This one's too big, put it in this one
." I reinserted my penis; this hole was smaller than the previous one, so it was quite difficult to insert, and the foreskin was pulled back
. The boy told me to straighten my chest, spread my legs, raise my hands, and press my face against the glass. Then I felt my
hands being straightened and tied to something.
My hands were then pulled up, and I had to rise on my tiptoes until my feet were almost off the ground, then suddenly stopped.
Now I was spread-eagled, tied there. A long time passed, and I heard voices from the other side of the wall, but I
couldn't make out what they were saying. I felt someone stroking my penis. After a while, those hands were removed. The door
opened, and someone came in and untied me. I realized it wasn't Qiu, nor the boy from before. The man was impeccably dressed in a dark
suit, wearing a yellow tie with a star, and his shoes were polished to a shine. He held a leather whip in his hand. He swung the whip
, and my buttocks immediately felt like they were being burned. "Number 21, come here," he pointed to the glass wall. It turned out
there was a door next to it, connecting to the room opposite. I was startled, and the whip swept across my waist again. I quickly
went through the hidden door and into the opposite cubicle.
The room was quite spacious. Two men were sitting on the sofa in the center, one of whom was Qiu, but he had changed into
a tight leather jacket. Directly opposite the sofa, the boy from before was kneeling on a low animal skin stool, his legs spread wide,
his buttocks sticking up high, and his face pressed against the stool. Qiu told me to get a similar small stool from the wall, like the boy...
I knelt down. Then, Qiu told me that the person sitting next to me was his friend, Brother Long, and the other was called A-Wu. "Your name is Chen Sheng?"
"Yes, Master." "How old?" "25." "Have you been disciplined?" "Yes." At that moment, my
face was pulled up, and a strong beam of light made me quickly close my eyes. I was ordered to stand up, and several hands
groped my body, from my chest muscles to my abdomen and thighs. Then I turned around, bent over, and someone opened my
buttocks, trying to insert a finger. "Brother Long, it's quite tight." "Hmm, measure him." I straightened
up again, and A-Wu came over and measured my neck, wrists, waist, and ankles. He then made me stroke my
penis, and after it was fully erect, he measured its length and circumference. After everything was finished, I put on the necklace, which had
a metal tag with the number 21. Qiu told me that he would bring the other custom-made items tomorrow.
At this moment, A-Wu brought a black blindfold and helped me put it on. Then I was forced to kneel down again,
this time with a penis shoved into my mouth. The penis slowly swelled in my mouth until it filled my entire oral cavity,
and then the man grabbed my head and began thrusting it down my throat. Although I had performed oral sex before,
being fucked in front of so many people was still quite stimulating. I didn't know if this was Qiu, but I heard people around me crowding over and
commenting on my position with the penis in my mouth, their words very rude. He did it for a long time, but didn't
ejaculate in my mouth. Then another man took over, and someone told me to support myself with my hands on the ground, raise my hips, and try to open my
anus, but without success. "Brother Long, it's too tight."
"It's okay, we'll do it again later, come on, it's your turn." A hot stream gushed out, and I smelled a fishy stench; I knew
it was his semen. He made me swallow it all, then opened my mouth to look before letting me go. Then I served another
man, but this one penetrated very deeply, almost to my throat, and I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. But I
immediately felt a burning sensation on my buttocks; someone was whipping me. Then, someone ordered me to repeat his
words: "I am loyal to my master. My master has the right to use, explore, and transfer all the orifices on my body. I have no
right to hide anything from my master. I love you, master." I was forced to murmur this while sucking on his penis. Finally, the penis
was removed, and the blindfold was taken off.
Then, Qiu made me lie down on a table nearby. Actually, this table resembled a hospital examination table. On
one side against the wall was an iron ring, which I guessed was used to restrain slaves. At the other end were two pillars,
quite finely crafted, with delicate carvings, vaguely resembling dragon patterns. My back lay
on the cold table. Qiu made me spread my legs and bend them. My hands were bound and tied to the iron ring. Because of
the height of the ring, I could only slightly raise my body, leaning against the wall. Qiu's large hand roamed over my body, from my thighs and
groin to my smooth abdomen, then slowly caressing my bulging pectoral muscles, while his other hand continuously rubbed my penis
and testicles. Because of my position, I could clearly see his every move, which aroused me again, and my penis
became erect. Qiu carefully pulled back the foreskin, revealing the glans, which had turned dark red and
was swollen and protruding due to engorgement.
I was expecting him to release me, but he stopped. Brother Long came over at this moment, carefully examining my body
. He was smoking a cigar, exhaling smoke rings from his mouth. I didn't know what he would do with me. But he didn't touch
my body, only flicked his fingers off the cigarette, the ash landing on my glans, which was a little hot. "Did your master hit
you before?" "Yes." "With what?" "A belt." "Where did he hit you?" At this moment, Qiu spread my legs wide
open and pointed to where. "Thighs." "It seems your master isn't very strict with you; there aren't any marks.
Alright, to celebrate your visit, I'll whip you first. Bring me the whips."
The boy handed me two whips. "Do you prefer a riding whip or a leather whip?" I didn't know how to answer.
"Alright, no need for your answer. Ali, use the leather whip, be careful not to hurt your penis. Don't hit too hard." The boy
took out the whip, swung it around in his hand, then suddenly raised it high and brought it down heavily with a "crack," but
I didn't feel any pain; it just hit the floor. He came over, made me open my mouth, and
stuffed the underwear I had just taken off into it. Perhaps some semen remained on it; my mouth tasted fishy. He stood above me at
waist level, between the large "T" shape formed by my thighs, and I could clearly see the whip in his hand swaying.
A burning sensation immediately hit my legs, and I couldn't help but groan. Seeing this, Ali used even more force,
thrusting left and right, and my skin gradually became red and swollen. "Faster, harder," Qiu commanded, stroking my
nipples.
Whether from pain or excitement, my nipples swelled. "Just a little longer, it'll be over soon,
five more minutes." Finally, the torture was over, and they released my restraints.
Qiu ordered me to rinse off. The wounds on my body ached even more with the warm water; I thought this was perhaps
another form of punishment from my master. "There are sponges on the dressing table to absorb water," Qiu suddenly said, standing on the other side of the glass. At that
moment, I realized the glass was semi-transparent; my every move was being observed by my master. I returned
to the room, still completely naked. Then, A-Wu brought a metal box. Inside were various sizes
of small chains and rubber rods of different thicknesses. Qiu made me kneel down, my buttocks sticking out. He spread my buttocks
and inserted a rubber rod inside. The rubber band had three chains; one at the back, and the other two
went around my groin to the front, securing it to a black leather belt around my abdomen. Qiu helped me tighten the belt to
prevent it from falling out.
[The End]

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