【riot】

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“Tom…”
Young Earl Luxon was now utterly terrified. If the soldiers and servants
surrendered to Sherlock, he and his young fifteen-year-old son, Jeff, would be doomed!
When Luxon turned around, he immediately let out a desperate scream!
At this moment, only his beautiful son Jeff, who was crying incessantly, remained behind the Earl. Even his loyal
Tom had already fled without a trace!
“Tom! Soldiers!! Don’t run away!! Save us!!!”
Luxon screamed desperately. He could hear the noisy cheers of the mob outside the tower, followed by a
series of hurried and chaotic footsteps coming from downstairs. The Earl immediately felt dizzy, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to
the ground!
“Luxon! You mean-spirited and arrogant pig! Now you can’t escape!!”
With a hateful roar, a burly, tall black man appeared at the top of the stairs like a ferocious god
. Behind Sherlock were a dozen or so Sekh men with beast-like eyes.
“No! Sherlock! Have mercy on us, father and son!”
Luxon clutched his son Jeff, who was now sobbing uncontrollably,
desperately pleading with his former serfs, no longer caring about status or dignity.
“No!! You wretched bastard! Don’t touch me!!”
Luxon screamed hoarsely, filled with rage and despair as Sherlock and the frenzied
Sekh men pounced on him and Jeff.
“Let go!! You bastard! You scum! Take your filthy hands off me!”
Luxon yelled and cursed, but Sherlock still grabbed the noble count by the hair,
pulling the screaming young, handsome count away from his weeping son!
“You wanton pig! Where has all that arrogance you used to have when you enslaved us gone?! You slut!”
Sherlock grabbed Luxon’s hair, spat on his terrified and furious face, and
kicked the Earl’s firm backside hard, dragging the manor lord down the tower like a dog!
“Let me go! Jeff, Jeff!!”
Luxon howled in despair, clutching his hair which Sherlock was brutally pulling at,
watching his crying son being surrounded by a mob of beasts behind him…
“Brothers, this slut who rode on our heads is now yours!”
Sherlock dragged the screaming and howling Luxon out of the tower. The handsome and noble manor lord was barefoot
, his shoe lying on the stairs; his magnificent clothes were covered in dust from the stairs,
and his neatly combed blond hair was now disheveled.
The protesting manor lord was violently thrown into the commotion outside the tower by Sherlock, instantly falling
into the hands of the crazed mob!
"Let me go! Take your filthy hands off me!! Ah! Help!!"
Luxon felt countless large, rough hands grab his body, brutally tearing at his clothes
, and screamed in despair!
Countless frenzied men surrounded the manor lord, who had once been their master, tearing at his
magnificent clothes, pulling at his limbs, venting their
hatred for this man now trapped in a helpless and miserable state with near-mad violence.
"Strip this pig naked!!"
"Hang this pig!!"
Frenzied shouts erupted from the mob.
Luxon
's clothes were almost immediately torn to shreds, completely ripped from his body!
"No!! You lowly bastards, you can't treat me like this!! Help!!"
Luxon cried out in despair, feeling his hands being forcefully twisted behind his back. Several large hands roughly
grabbed his wrists, binding his hands tightly with a rough, sturdy rope!
"Let me go! Let me go!! You black devils! Bastards!!"
The count felt immense fear and despair. He even forgot that he was now almost naked
in the hands of countless mobs, constantly cursing filthy words that even surprised himself. His pale body
twisted and struggled pitifully among countless strong arms.
Luxon felt his hair being roughly pulled up, lifting his head, followed by several heavy
slaps to his face, making the delicate count feel dizzy!
Then his shoulders were lifted up by several mobs. "Help!! Waaah..." Luxon finally
couldn't hold back his cries!
He felt two large hands savagely invade between his legs, roughly tearing at his pubic hair and penis
, forcefully inserting fingers into his anus!
"You wanton, vile pig!!"
A frenzied shout erupted from the mob, their excitement fueled by the manor lord's naked body!
"Ah!!" The miserable man screamed in agony.
He felt his waist being tightly gripped, followed by a series of fierce slaps
on his bare buttocks, a searing pain shooting through him!
"Ugh...ugh..."
The miserable manor lord had no strength left to struggle. He felt countless large hands brutally violating his
delicate body, kneading his chest, digging into his tender anus, tearing at his pubic hair
and penis, slapping his buttocks, grabbing his bare legs, and even savagely shoving fingers into
his mouth!
Luxon was utterly desperate. He felt he was being tortured to death by these savage, barbaric thugs.
His entire body ached, and the immense terror and shame caused the venerable Earl to wail in despair!
"Sodomize him! Sodomize this wretched man!!"
another roar erupted from the mob, like a command, immediately met with countless echoes!
"No! No!! Please!! Ah!!!"
Luxon screamed in panic, but his pitiful pleas were instantly swallowed by the violent clamor.
The handsome manor lord's naked, pale body was immediately flipped over by several large hands, and he was bound behind his back.
His hands waved futilely; then several hands gripped his frantically twisting and resisting shoulders and waist. A
man walked up to the manor lord, a disgusted and mocking smile on his face, uttering several vulgar
insults.
Suddenly, Luxon felt a pair of hands reach between his buttocks to the tight, narrow opening between his legs; two rough
fingers brutally and forcefully inserted into his anus, forcefully dilating it!
'My God! They really won't even spare my anus!' A terrifying thought instantly flashed through Luxon
's mind!
Overwhelmed by shame and guilt, the manor lord struggled desperately with his last ounce of strength!
But the count's resistance was so weak under the brutal assault of the mob. The man, a cruel
smile on his face, vigorously probed and twisted his fingers inside Luxon's anus for several minutes, then pressed his thick,
hard penis against the count's tight, round opening, forcefully pushing open the fine folds and
thrusting it in!
"Ugh!!!"
A searing pain shot through the count's buttocks, as if tearing them apart.
The shame of the cruel violation of his anus and the physical agony caused Luxon to let out a long, mournful cry! His large, white buttocks
swayed violently!
"Ah!!!"
Luxon immediately let out a shrill, hoarse scream. His asexual body was brutally violated; he
felt as if his body was being torn apart, burning with pain!
The crazed mob surrounded the naked manor lord; the savage rape of the noble count thrilled them
immensely.
A dark, ugly penis was thrust into the body of this once high and mighty man, the violent and powerful pounding causing
him to let out a dying, beast-like howl and cry!
Luxon cried out in despair, his heart broken by the brutal rape of these lowly serfs.
But the unfortunate southerner's misfortune was not over. Soon, a man approached, grabbed his hair, lifted his tear-
streaked face, and viciously shoved his erect penis into the manor lord's crying and pleading mouth!
"Ugh..."
Luxon felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. A penis, reeking of a strong, foul stench, cruelly filled
his mouth, savagely thrusting in and out of his throat, almost suffocating him!
Luxon felt he could barely breathe. Being violated in the mouth by a savage mob caused the noble
count immense pain and humiliation. He desperately twisted his naked body in resistance, his handsome face immediately turning purple!
Lukeson felt the violently thrusting penis inside his anus suddenly stop, followed by a gush of hot
fluid spraying into his body, some warm liquid flowing down his inner thighs!
He knew the man who had sodomized him had ejaculated inside him.
'These lowly thugs actually ejaculated their filthy semen into my body!'
The count immediately felt a surge of immense terror and shame. He was about to desperately spit out the penis in his mouth and scream
when he felt another hard, thick object thrust forcefully into his anus! The previous man's semen had already made
the count's violated anus sticky and slippery, so the second man easily
inserted his thick penis and continued his lewd thrusting!
"Ugh, ugh..."
The count managed to whimper angrily and humiliatingly, the penis in his mouth still pumping in and out, causing saliva
to flow down his chin and graceful neck, wetting his chest!
"Ugh!!"
Luxon suddenly let out a muffled, shrill cry. His throat contracted violently as he felt a thick,
hot, metallic liquid spurt into his mouth, gushing violently down his throat!
"Cough cough!"
The man who had violated the manor lord pulled his penis out of Luxon's mouth, and the miserable Luxon
immediately coughed violently, a large amount of thick, white semen flowing from his mouth!
Soon, another mob came up, cupped Luxon's face, and cruelly thrust his penis into the count's
coughing mouth, raping him.
When the sixth man withdrew from between the count's legs, the manor lord was already too weak to move
.
Luxon, still with a penis inserted in his mouth, was ravaged beyond recognition, his naked body convulsing weakly
, emitting muffled sobs and cries.
Luxon felt his body almost completely numb, his thighs and stomach smeared with sticky
semen, his large hands forcefully lifting his naked buttocks to raise his lower body.
Another man approached the manor lord, prodded inside Luxon's anus with his hand, and then
thrust his thick, hard penis in for the seventh time!
"Ugh!!!"
The shame of the cruel violation of his anus and the pain of his body caused Luxon to let out a long
wail through his mouth, which was stuffed with a penis! His buttocks began to sway violently again!
The count's shameful display and desperate resistance caused a cacophony of cheers from the mob. This
man, who had once dominated their fate and was always high above them, had been so cruelly and thoroughly humiliated and violated.
The riotous crowd erupted in shouts of excitement and satisfaction!
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"Stop!" Sherlock's hoarse voice came from behind the chaotic crowd.
The crowd quickly parted to allow their leader to reach the center of the commotion.
Seeing Sherlock approach, the two mob quickly separated from the Earl's body, throwing the naked manor lord
to the ground.
The manor lord lay limp, as if he had died, his blond hair disheveled, his swollen eyes tightly closed,
his half-open mouth, face, and neck smeared with large patches of white semen; his body was completely naked, covered in
purplish-red handprints and scratches; his legs were limp and spread wide, his bare feet covered in dust;
the Earl's lower body was in a horrific state, his thick golden pubic hair torn and disheveled, his anus horribly swollen and
everted, constantly oozing thick semen mixed with blood, white dregs smearing his groin
and thighs!
Sherlock looked at the mangled body lying on the ground with a contemptuous and cruel smile. This once
beautiful and noble man had been defiled in such a short time, which gave him a sense of vengeful pleasure
and satisfaction.
"Your Excellency Earl Luxon, you probably never imagined you would be raped by so many men at the same time, did you? How was it? How did
it feel to be gang-raped?"
Sherlock cruelly humiliated the manor lord, grabbing his disheveled hair and lifting his face.
"Oh... Sherlock, you despicable bastard!"
Luxon opened his eyes in pain, the ugly and hideous face of Sherlock before him filling him with immense anger
and humiliation. He wanted to slap the man, but then realized that his hands were already tied behind
his back.
"You're the most despicable and shameless pig!" Sherlock cursed viciously. "Drag this slut to that
tree over there and hang him up, let him watch another good show!"
"W-what are you going to do?!"
Luxon suddenly felt a strange terror; he had a vague feeling that something even more cruel and terrible
was about to happen to him!
Several mobs dragged the count, whose hands were tied behind his back, to a large tree. Under Sherlock's command
, they hung a rope from the tree, the lower end of which was tied into a noose. Then they put the noose
around Luxon's naked neck!
"No! Ah! Cough cough..."
Luxon thought Sherlock was going to hang him and immediately screamed in terror.
But the tightening noose soon made him feel suffocated, leaving only heavy, hoarse gurgling
sounds from his throat.
Bound hand-to-hand, the count hung like a dying fish from the noose, his naked body twisting and swaying violently
, his legs kicking wildly, his beautiful face contorted in terror and suffocation.
Luxon struggled desperately and futilely. Sherlock grinned, gesturing for a black man to loosen the
noose around Luxon's neck, allowing him to breathe but still stand on tiptoe.
"Have you forgotten how you hanged those serfs who resisted you? Now you know what death
tastes like! Which is better, being raped or being killed?!"
Sherlock grabbed Luxon's hair, staring into his eyes.
The count's elegant face was contorted with fear and terror.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me... please, don't kill me..." Luxon was utterly terrified
; his world had completely collapsed, and all he could do was cry and beg for mercy.
“Very well, Your Excellency Earl, spread your legs and beg all of you here to use your body!”
Sherlock had originally intended to first cruelly gang rape the Earl they had captured, and then
hang Luxon naked! But now, seeing the arrogant Earl's weeping and pleading appearance, his naked body full of
temptation, he suddenly changed his mind. He wanted to keep this beautiful, pitiful man and continue to play with and humiliate him!
Seeing that the terrified manor lord had no reaction, Sherlock impatiently waved his hand, and someone handed
him a roll of rope.
Sherlock grabbed Luxon's foot, forcefully spreading his legs, and tied his foot tightly
to the base of a tree trunk with rope. Then, he ordered a stake to be driven into the ground on the other side of
Luxon's body, binding his other foot to the stake as well. This stretched Luxon's naked body into a V-shape
, forcing him to stand with extreme difficulty. The noose around his neck forced the Earl to desperately straighten his neck to avoid suffocation
.
"Your Excellency, come and see the fate of your precious son!" Sherlock sneered.
"No! Sherlock, please! Don't, don't touch Jeff!! Please, have mercy,
do whatever you want to me, just don't touch Jeff!!"
Luxon then remembered that his young, handsome son had also fallen into the hands of the mob! He dared not curse Sherlock anymore,
and could only plead desperately.
"You pig, I won't let you, this pampered stinking pig, be idle! Bring him up here!!"
Soon, a handsome young man with tattered clothes and disheveled hair was pushed out from the crowd gathered under the big tree.
His hands were tied behind his back, and his clothes were almost torn to shreds, leaving his young and healthy
body nearly naked!
The boy's handsome face was streaked with tears, and his mouth, cheeks, and neck were covered with white, filthy semen.
Even his loose blond hair was wet and clumped with semen; his upper garment was completely
torn in two, hanging down on both sides of his body, and his two delicate nipples had been ravaged and swollen.
He was ripped off from the waist down, his entire lower body completely naked; his curly pubic hair was
a mess, and his two bare, muscular thighs were covered with bite marks; his knees were covered in mud
and dust, and one of the heels of his leather boots was broken, while his other foot dragged on his
torn underwear, making the almost naked, beautiful boy walk with a limp, looking particularly pathetic
and miserable!
"Dad!!"
Jeff, pushed out by the mob, saw his father naked, like a prisoner about to be executed
, hanging from a tree with a noose around his neck.
Luxon's naked body was covered with marks from being violated, and the few tattered pieces of clothing he wore could no longer
cover his swollen, semen-smeared lower body, his legs wide open and bound to the tree and a stake!
The poor, handsome young boy stumbled and fell to the Earl's feet, wailing loudly!
"Sherlock! You despicable bastard!! What have you done to Jeff?!"
Luxon saw Jeff naked, his face smeared with the mob's semen.
He disregarded his own shame at being hung naked before his son and screamed desperately. "Shut up! You pig! Your precious son is willing to use his mouth 　　to serve us
to save his poor asshole !" 　　"Please, let Jeff go! He's only sixteen, still a child!" 　　Luxon, realizing his son hadn't been sodomized by the mob, now pleaded desperately.

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Sherlock roughly grabbed Jeff from behind, dragged him up, and yelled at Luxon.
"How many poor boys have you defiled! Now it's time for you and your son to pay with your vile bodies
!"
Sherlock's eyes were bloodshot, roaring like a mad beast.
He violently shoved the beautiful boy to the ground, pounced on him, and frantically tore at Jeff's already
tattered clothes until the last piece of cloth was ripped from the boy's screaming and crying body!
"Father! Save me!"
Jeff cried weakly, pinned down by Sherlock. His completely naked, snow-white, healthy
body writhed in agony on the dirty ground, his shapely legs kicking wildly, a truly pitiful sight.
"Sherlock! Please! Don't touch Jeff..."
Luxon was utterly desperate; he knew his beautiful son was doomed to be raped. But
he couldn't bear to see Jeff being raped in front of him, yet there was nothing he could do but
plead desperately.
"Ah!!!" The beautiful boy let out a piercing scream, his struggling legs convulsing violently!
"Sherlock! You beast!"
Luxon knew Jeff had been brutally raped by Sherlock, and he felt his last hope
vanish. He broke down in despair and cried uncontrollably!
"Hehe, this kid's pussy is really tight! But you'll get used to it soon!"
Sherlock climbed off Jeff with a cruel smile, patting the boy's tear-streaked face.
The raped boy seemed to have fainted, limp and lifeless on the ground. His legs were spread wide
, blood and semen flowing from his torn anus, only his bare chest still
rising and falling slightly.
"You all come and taste this kid!"
Sherlock waved his hand, and immediately a group of men surrounded the limp Jeff!
“And you! You arrogant, wretched pig!”
Sherlock then walked up to Luxon, staring at his face filled with despair and shame.
“You’d better serve our former master well! Don’t let his asshole be idle either!”
“Sherlock! You lowly bastard!! You can’t do this to me… Ah!”
Luxon shouted desperately at Sherlock as he turned to leave, but he was immediately picked up by a burly black man
!
“No! Ah!!”
the count cried out in panic. He saw the black man grinning evilly at him, walking behind him, and then
a pair of large hands grabbed the count’s chest from behind, and a thick, hot penis was thrust heavily into his swollen,
painful anus!
“Ah!! No, no…” the count screamed and groaned weakly.
He felt the thick thing inserted into his rectum, relentlessly thrusting in and out with heavy force! The
unprecedented pain and shame quickly plunged the unfortunate count into an abyss of agony. Luxon writhed in despair,
his hips and waist twisting, emitting heavy groans and weak sobs.
His vision was blurred by tears; he could only vaguely see his son
surrounded by a mob, kneeling on the ground, his round buttocks raised, weakly crying and pleading, being
mercilessly raped by one man after another!
Luxon was utterly desperate. He didn't know how long he would be brutally gang-raped like this
. He could only vaguely remember that at least five or six men had passed behind him, yet countless
mobs with eyes filled with lust and bestiality still surrounded him!
The count had completely given up struggling and resisting, even his shouting and cursing had ceased. He felt like
nothing more than a body being used by men to vent their desires.
His rectum, thoroughly lubricated with semen, was somewhat numb. He no longer felt the tearing
pain of the initial rape; instead, he felt a shameful soreness and fullness!
Luxon felt ashamed and sorrowful, as a terrible
feeling began to emerge in his body, which had been brutally gang-raped! This indescribable feeling quickly consumed his consciousness, making his whole body feel as if it were engulfed
in flames, and he only wanted to cry out and groan!
The manor owner, who had given up hope and resistance, began to let out low moans. These
moans, which sounded like cries, coming from the mouth of a gang-raped man, had a strange, seductive, and obscene quality.
Luxon began to sway his hips from side to side with the men's violent thrusts, trying to alleviate his pain by cooperating with the cruel rape
. A shameful lust gradually conquered this humiliated gang-raped man.
05
Shylock had returned to the tree at some point, watching as one mob after another mercilessly possessed the Earl
's miserable body. Thick, dark penises thrust repeatedly between the Earl's pale buttocks,
turning his lower body into a muddy swamp. The men's bodies slammed against his semen-smeared buttocks, producing
a grating "slap, slap" sound.
Luxon, eyes closed, groaned pitifully and lewdly, swaying his body without dignity or shame
, like a male prostitute catering to the cruel gang rape, completely devoid of the dignity and composure befitting a noble Earl
.
Shylock suddenly felt a pang of unease. Although the cruel and thorough humiliation and rape of the Earl
satisfied his sense of revenge, seeing this once arrogant and noble man, who had enslaved them, degenerate like the lowest of male
prostitutes gave him a strange excitement. But he didn't want this pleasure from the man he hated;
he wanted to torture him in a more cruel and humiliating way!
Sherlock shoved away the two men raping Luxon and slapped him twice across the face!
"You filthy pig! Looks like you really enjoy being gang-raped?!"
"Ah..."
The count, still immersed in a mixture of depravity and shame, suddenly regained some of his senses. He groaned and opened
his eyes, his face immediately filled with shame and pain.
"Please, spare me... You...you've already raped me, just let this poor man go!"
"…"
"Bah! You wanton and arrogant pig! Let you go? Not so easy!" Sherlock grinned maliciously.
He untied the noose around the count's neck and the rope binding his feet, ordering two thugs to treat him like a prisoner
, to take the noose down from the tree and put it around the manor lord's neck again. Then one man held
the rope in front while the other roughly shoved the naked manor lord from behind to the vicinity of the stables.
Several men brought over a hay grinder and placed it next to a hitching post.
"Lie down on it! Quickly!!"
Sherlock shouted rudely, kicking the woman's buttocks, which were covered in handprints and scratches.
Luxon didn't know what this cruel man would do to him. He trembled and lay prostrate
on the hay grinder, pleading and crying incessantly.
“Don’t kill me, please, don’t kill me…”
The Count thought Sherlock was going to use the hay shredder as a guillotine.
Sherlock tied the other end of the noose around Luxon’s neck to the hitching post, then untied
his hands from behind his back. He then stretched out Luxon’s trembling arms and tightly bound his hands
to the ends of the hay shredder. Finally, he spread Luxon’s legs and tied his ankles to
the bottom of the frame.
Luxon cried and begged, standing barefoot on the ground; the hay shredder was placed under his stomach.
His body was bent at a right angle; the plantation owner's buttocks were smeared with semen, making him look extremely miserable and wretched.
Sherlock looked at the plantation owner's ravaged anus exposed between his spread legs
, his buttocks raised and hunched over on the shelf. The excessively violated anus could no longer close, and thick
semen kept flowing from the swollen, red hole. He smiled with satisfaction.
Sherlock turned and went into the stable, quickly leading out a stallion.
This was a stallion specifically for breeding. As Sherlock led it out of the stable, it kept blowing hot
air from its nostrils and swishing its tail, appearing very excited.
"Quiet, quiet! Darling, this pig will soon be yours! Just bear with it a little longer!" " Sherlock stroked the stallion's mane, pointing to 　　the Earl
, who was bound naked and facing away from them . 　　Luxon's naked, alluring white body clearly excited the stallion 　　! Despite being led by Sherlock, who knew horses well, it continued to neigh. 　　Hearing the sound behind him, Luxon desperately turned around. Upon seeing the stallion being led by Sherlock, the poor 　　manor owner immediately understood his impending doom and screamed in despair! 　　"No!! Sherlock! Please! Spare me! It...it will kill me!! No!!!" 　　Luxon saw the stallion's swollen penis, as thick as his arm and 　　astonishingly long! 　　A large mob, grinning cruelly, gradually gathered around the naked count, excitedly 　　waiting to see this noble man brutally sodomized by a stallion in heat! "No!! Sherlock, spare me..." Luxon cried out hoarsely, truly terrified. The immense shame of being violated in front of these lowly mobs was driving 　　the count almost mad! "My dear, just bear with it 　　a 　　little 　　longer 　　! Just a little while!" 　　Sherlock, ignoring the manor lord's pitiful pleas, continued to comfort the nearly frenzied stallion. 　　"Bring that boy up here, let him see for himself how his father mates with a beast!" 　　06 　　Soon, several men carried the naked boy out of the crowd. 　　The boy's current state was even more tragic than his father's: Jeff was completely naked, his once healthy 　　body covered in bruises from the assault; his hands and feet were bound together, 　　with a wooden stick tied between his ankles, forcing his legs wide open; his strong buttocks bore several bloody 　　whip marks, and his legs were covered in bruises, clearly indicating that he had not only been raped but also brutally 　　beaten. 　　Jeff was carried by two men to Luxon and roughly thrown to the ground. He lay limp, as if he had already breathed 　　his last, his half-open eyes empty and lifeless, only his chest still rising and falling slightly, proving 　　that this gruesome body was still alive. Luxon watched as his handsome son, like a dog, bent over, 　　kneeling before him, 　　his shoulders and legs on the ground . The boy's lower body, recently defiled, was covered in semen and 　　blood; Jeff's small anus was now a gaping, purplish-red hole, stained with blood and semen! 　　Seeing his son's horribly violated state, and recalling his own terrible and humiliating 　　ordeal, the Earl burst into tears! 　　"Sherlock! Have mercy! Spare us two poor souls! Please, stop torturing 　　Jeff and me..." 　　"Poor souls?! Have you forgotten your former arrogance? 　　Where has your former domineering air gone?!" "Don't think I'll let you off so easily!" Sherlock 　　cursed the manor owner with hatred and malice. 　　"Alright, darling! Give this shameless pig a good beating!" 　　Sherlock led the stallion behind Luxon, released the rope, and let the stallion raise its front legs onto the frame 　　, bringing its terrifyingly large penis close to the manor owner's defenseless, naked lower body. 　　"No, no! Don't..." 　　Luxon felt the hot breath from the stallion's nostrils on his neck, and a hot, heavy penis 　　was already on his bare buttocks. 　　He saw the terror in his son's numb eyes as he knelt before him, and felt immense 　　shame and despair! He screamed hoarsely, desperately shaking his buttocks to prevent the stallion's penis from getting closer to his 　　lower body. 　　"You stinking pig! Still not behaving yourself!!" " 　　Sherlock was enraged that Lukeson dared to resist. He swung his heavy riding whip and..."

A vicious lash struck the Earl's frantically swaying buttocks!
"Ah!!!" The Earl let out a bloodcurdling scream!
He immediately felt a burning pain in his buttocks from the thick, hard whip!
This pain was something the pampered Earl had never even imagined. He felt Sherlock's whip
land on his buttocks again, and he collapsed with a miserable howl.
Seeing two red, swollen, and bleeding welts on the manor lord's buttocks, and the man who had been struggling wildly
ceasing his resistance with a scream, Sherlock immediately grinned maliciously.
"You filthy pig! You really are a bastard; you won't listen unless you get a good beating!"
he said, guiding the restless stallion's large, terrifying penis against the Earl's swollen, open
anus.
Clearly having found the right spot on the alluring body before him, the previously restless
stallion neighed and kicked out with its hind legs, plunging its terrifyingly large penis heavily into the Earl
's buttocks!
"Ughhhh!"
Luxon suddenly felt a hot, thick, and enormous penis thrust into his lower body! It almost
pierced through him! He immediately raised his head, letting out a miserable
yet indistinct wail, like that of a dying beast!
"No! No!!" The count was finally able to speak, but his entire body was convulsing violently,
out of control.
He felt his rectum was completely filled, the stallion's throbbing penis almost piercing
his stomach, bringing him indescribable pain and terror! The stallion began to sway, thrusting 　　that astonishingly large penis
into the body of this man, who was so delicate in comparison ! 　　Luxon was too terrified to speak, only able to utter muffled groans 　　and sobs that no one could understand. He felt like a piece of flesh pierced by a stick, only able to 　　sway and jerk with the beast's rape behind him to alleviate the physical pain. 　　Accompanied by the terrified screams of the Earl's son, Jeff, the surrounding mob erupted in cheers and applause 　　! Seeing the noble Earl being cruelly raped by a beast, everyone felt a sense of vengeful satisfaction. 　　Luxon, no longer caring about shame or dignity, felt the large, throbbing penis thrusting into his body, 　　filling his anus, weakened by countless brutal gang rapes, to the brim 　　. The immense pain brought him a fear he had never known before. He was 　　no longer even aware that his son was watching him being violated by a beast, and began to sway his body and buttocks incessantly 　　. 　　He tried to escape this inhuman humiliation, but each attempt felt 　　as if his buttocks and body were being brutally torn apart, leaving him only to pathetically submit to the stallion's rape! 　　The estate owner, tormented and abused by the livestock, wailed pitifully, his 　　face contorted with terror and pain, snot and tears streaming down his cheeks. A massive stallion's penis was thrusting into his rounded buttocks, 　　the scene utterly cruel and obscene! 　　"Did you all see that? This wretched pig and the livestock are a perfect match!" 　　Sherlock shouted, humiliating the earl who was suffering inhuman torture. But Luxon was 　　no longer paying attention to what he was saying; his entire focus was on his pain and struggle. 　　Sherlock 　　walked to Luxon's side and pinched him, finding the man's entire body 　　taut, his muscles clearly spasming, and his anus, being relentlessly violated by the stallion, was already 　　bleeding. 　　He then walked to 　　Jeff, who was kneeling opposite Luxon, trembling with fear at the brutal scene of his father being raped by a stallion. He saw the poor, handsome young man's face turned away, his eyes closed, 　　sobbing softly. 　　Sherlock unzipped his trousers, revealing his thick, dark penis, and went behind the boy, grabbing his hair 　　to force him to look directly at the scene of the Earl being raped by the stallion. 　　"Look closely! Your esteemed young master! If you dare to displease me even slightly, I'll 　　tie you to that rack too, and have you brutally fucked by the stallion like your wretched father!" 　　Jeff was utterly terrified; he nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face. 　　"Squeeze your ass tight! Scream like a male prostitute for us!" 　　Sherlock had already thrust his ugly, enormous penis into the boy's still-bleeding anus and was pumping it in and out forcefully. 　　Jeff dared not resist in the slightest. He cried and desperately shook his firm buttocks, struggling to 　　utter cries of "Ah, ah!" 　　The boy, whose virginity had been cruelly taken by the mob, felt no pleasure whatsoever. He only felt a 　　burning pain in his brutally violated anus and rectum, yet he had to desperately feign enjoyment, which filled 　　Jeff with immense shame and humiliation. 　　Despite the brutal gang rape, the boy's anus remained tight. Sherlock felt the boy's warm 　　rectum tightly enveloping his penis, and Jeff's humiliating clenching and shaking of his buttocks only amplified his pleasure. He 　　quickly ejaculated inside the boy. 　　He withdrew his penis from the boy's wounded buttocks, kneeling on the ground, and then walked to Jeff: " 　　Lick it clean! Lick it carefully with your mouth and tongue, understand?" 　　Sherlock shoved his penis, covered in semen, blood, and remnants of Jeff's anal excrement, into the boy 　　's mouth. 　　Jeff winced in pain, nodding frantically as he 　　took the disgusting, foul-smelling penis, just pulled from his anus, into his cute little mouth and began to suck on it in humiliation. 　　Tears streamed down his face as he sucked painfully. 　　"Open your mouth, kid!" 　　Sherlock held his penis, now cleaned by Jeff and covered in the boy's saliva, to Jeff's mouth. Jeff 　　opened his mouth blankly, a mixture of saliva and semen dribbling from the corners. 　　Suddenly, he felt a gush of incredibly foul-smelling liquid violently spray into his mouth!

"Hahaha!"
Sherlock cruelly urinated into the mouth of the kneeling boy, watching the urine spray violently onto
the bewildered boy's open mouth and face, before bursting into maniacal laughter.
Jeff felt the foul-smelling urine flowing into his mouth, onto his face, neck, and naked
body; this immense humiliation caused him to burst into tears!
At that moment, the Earl, bound to the rack, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream!
"Ah!!! No! No!!"
Luxon felt the stallion's thick, terrifying penis thrust deep into his body, followed by a
gush of hot liquid violently spraying into him! To be ejaculated into his body by livestock, Luxon
screamed in terror.
The immense fear and humiliation caused the ravaged Earl to scream several times in agony before finally
collapsing from exhaustion. The Eckerman Manor remained bustling under the cover of
night
. A bonfire blazed in front of the Earl's house, and the rioting
serfs and poor gathered around it in high spirits.
The open space in the center of the bonfire was the heart of the revelry, where the rebellious mob drank and made
merry, while simultaneously subjecting their captive Earl Luxon and his son Jeff to the most brutal forms of humiliation. The Earl
and his son, once the masters of the place, were now utterly reduced to prisoners of the mob, subjected to brutal
insults and rape.
The once noble count was now in a wretched state. The instruments of torture he had used to punish his serfs were now cruelly
being used on himself: Luxon knelt naked on the ground, his delicate
feet bare and covered in mud, heavy, rough shackles fastened to his slender ankles; his head
and hands were bound by a heavy wooden cangue, his disheveled appearance like that of a condemned prisoner awaiting execution, a far
cry from his former elegance and arrogance.
The wretched count knelt upright at the feet of a black man, his cangue-bound hands laboriously
supporting the man's erect penis, his once commanding mouth straining to suckle, humiliatingly
serving his former serf.
The Earl's son, Jeff, was now bound in shackles and wooden cangues, naked
and kneeling on the ground, his buttocks raised, being brutally raped through the anus by a mob
.
The two noble men, father and son, knelt side by side, each able to see the other's wretched and humiliated state
.
But the Earl and his son were completely numb, knowing only to use their noble bodies
to please these lowly mobs.
The man who was raping the Earl orally let out a low groan, shuddered excitedly, and
left Luxon kneeling on the ground with a satisfied expression.
Sherlock then approached Luxon, looking at the man whose mouth was constantly dripping with semen and whose face and chest were smeared with
white filth.
“You wretched pig, how does it feel to be someone else’s slave?”
Luxon looked at the black man before him, nodding listlessly. The proud manor lord had been
numbed of his last shred of shame by the endless cruelty and humiliation.
“Bend over!”
Luxon obediently bent over and lay prostrate on the ground, his buttocks raised.
Sherlock roughly inserted several fingers into the count’s anus between his buttocks, then laughed contemptuously.
The count’s anus, having been penetrated by countless men and raped by stallions, was so loose that Sherlock
’s fingers could easily penetrate it; it was just a swollen, loose hole filled with semen.
“You stinking pig, look at your loose, flabby hole, it’s disgusting!”
Upon hearing Sherlock’s insults, Luxon immediately burst into tears of shame.
"Fine, keep serving us with your mouth!"
Sherlock said disdainfully, walking aside to watch another man approach, helping the kneeling Earl to his feet and
shoving his penis into Luxon's mouth to continue the rape.
Sherlock stood by, watching the Earl and son being cruelly raped and toyed with by one mob after another,
and a new idea formed in his mind.
He no longer intended to kill the two men. Although Luxon and Jeff had been ravaged beyond recognition
, he knew that once they recovered, they would still be two stunningly beautiful men. Their
alluring bodies remained captivating even after the brutal gang rape!
Sherlock decided to let Luxon and his son live; he would relentlessly humiliate and torture these two beautiful and
noble men until they were completely reduced to the lowest and most depraved male prostitutes!
09
"Alright, you stinking pigs, have you had enough rest?"
Sherlock led several Sekh men to the stables.
The Earl and his son Jeff, now like two true slaves, were naked and bound to
the two hitching posts in front of the stable.
Both were shackled heavily, their hands cuffed behind their backs with heavy handcuffs used on disobedient slaves
, and their necks chained. They were kneeling and tied to the posts.
Having been brutally gang-raped and tortured for almost a whole day, the two nobles were now extremely haggard. Their naked
bodies were covered in wounds, their hair disheveled, their bare feet and legs covered in mud, and their faces and genitals
smeared with dried semen. Their wretched appearance was worse than that of even the lowest slaves.
Two mobs unchained the men from the posts, then dragged the two ravaged and humiliated men
like livestock to a pond, washed the mud
and filth off Luxon and Jeff, and brought them before Sherlock.
"Take these two wretches and parade them around the manor, then bring them to the threshing ground to wait for me."
Sherlock looked at the two men standing naked and in shackles before him.
Although their bodies, washed clean of filth, were covered in wounds, they still exuded the charming demeanor of noble aristocratic men. However, their disheveled
hair and faces full of shame and humiliation made the Earl and Jeff look extremely embarrassed.
"Come out, everyone! Look at the Earl and his son! Look at these two stinking pigs,
paraded around naked!"
a Sekh man shouted, summoning all the serfs and farmhands from the manor.
Behind him, two black men led Luxon and Jeff in chains.
Dragging their heavy shackles, their hands cuffed behind their backs, the two sobbed in humiliation,
displaying their naked, rape-ravaged bodies before their former serfs.
The men and women watching watched with hatred and agitation as their former masters were
treated like slaves. Those among them who had brutally raped Luxon and Jeff loudly discussed the acts
, hurling the most vile and obscene insults at them.
When Luxon and Jeff were taken to the threshing floor, Sherlock was already there, ready to continue his humiliation
.
In the open space of the threshing ground stood a sturdy wooden frame, from which hung a pair of heavy iron shackles—the
instrument the plantation owner used to torture disobedient serfs.
Sherlock removed the chain from Luxon's neck, then ordered two Sekh men to bring the Earl to the instrument
and unlock his handcuffs.
"No…please, spare me!"
Luxon was roughly held up by two mobs, the plantation owner's hands raised above his head and cuffed to
the two handcuffs at the top of the frame.
He already knew what torture awaited him; fear and shame made him beg loudly for mercy.
"Shut up! You stinking pig, have you forgotten how you treated us?!"
Sherlock said viciously, then ordered two black men to bring Jeff to the instrument as well.
They unlocked the boy's handcuffs, then roughly grabbed the boy's hands as he cried and begged for mercy,
spreading Jeff's arms and binding his hands tightly to the ends of the wooden beams with rope. Then Sherlock stepped
forward, holding two strong fishing lines, and bound the plantation owner and his son together.
"No...ah...please...spare us..."
Bound by the fishing lines, their bodies forced close together, the father and son cried out in agony. Their naked
bodies trembled uncontrollably, yet they dared not move an inch, for even the slightest movement
would cruelly tighten the fishing lines binding them, causing them unbearable suffering!
"You wretched pigs! Do you remember whipping me here before?! Today I'll make you two stinking pigs
taste the feeling of being whipped!" Sherlock said viciously.
"You split into two teams and whip these two stinking pigs severely! But each person is only allowed one lash, understand
?"
Sherlock shouted to the surrounding Sekh people. More than a hundred serfs had automatically lined up into
two teams, and the leader was handed a leather whip as thick as a finger.
Sherlock knew that Luxon and his son, these two pampered noblemen, couldn't withstand the whipping
. He didn't want these two beautiful and noble captives to be beaten to death, so he ordered the hateful Sekh people to only give
each of them one lash.
"Sherlock! Please spare us!! Please!!!"
Luxon, seeing the terrifying whip in the mob's hands, was terrified even before the whip touched him
. He cried out desperately!
“You stinking pig, you’re already this scared before the whip even touches you! You swear to be a slave to us Sekh people,
a male prostitute for our public use!! Never to disobey or resist!”
“I, I swear! I’ll be your slave, your male prostitute! Spare me…”
Luxon threw aside all shame and dignity, desperately crying and begging for mercy.
“You slut! But I’m still going to whip you two lowly pigs severely, so you’ll remember you
have some memory! Begin!!”
“No, ah!!!”
The manor owner’s desperate cries were immediately interrupted by the dull sound of the whip striking his delicate flesh.
A long, bloody welt immediately appeared on Luxon’s buttocks, the skin on his mound was torn open, and blood
slowly seeped out!
At the same time, another Sekh man’s whip also struck Jeff’s delicate back hard, making a
dull thud as skin tore and flesh ripped. The tortured boy immediately let out a shrill scream!
"Ah!!!"
The two men being whipped immediately convulsed violently, but this pulled
on the fishing line tied between them, causing intense pain to shoot through their skin. The double pain made them
scream in agony!
"Have mercy! Sherlock, I... Ah!!!"
Before Luxon could plead, another lash landed on the naked manor lord's buttocks!
"Ah!!! Have mercy on me... Waaah..."
The burning pain continued to spread from his buttocks, back, and thighs. Luxon felt as if his skin had been ripped off by the whip ! But he dared not move his upper body, which was tied to his son, and could only shake 　　his torn buttocks
violently , crying and begging for mercy. 　　“I…I swear to be your slave…Spare me…” 　　Luxon was in so much pain he could barely breathe. His bare buttocks and back were 　　covered in blood from the whipping, a horrific network of welts crisscrossing his flesh, making the 　　noble man, chained to the torture device, appear utterly wretched. 　　Sherlock ignored the two unfortunate men's pitiful cries and pleas. He silently watched as one 　　mob after another approached the two noblemen chained to the torture device, lashing 　　their bare backs, buttocks, and thighs with their heavy whips. Seeing the beautiful flesh covered in raised, bloody welts, 　　their swaying buttocks gradually turning into bloody lumps of flesh, he felt a bloody satisfaction. 　　The mob, in two lines, had barely moved halfway when the two men chained to the torture device had already been whipped 　　unconscious. The count and his son's naked bodies went limp and slumped down, only...

The whips lashed down heavily on their bodies, causing them to twitch weakly a few times before their pitiful cries and screams
ceased completely.
Sherlock,
seeing that the two men had been tortured unconscious, quickly signaled the mob to stop.
He went to the wooden frame and carefully examined Luxon and Jeff's condition.
Both were completely unconscious; their naked bodies had been so cruelly ravaged by the whippings that they were almost
unrecognizable: their buttocks were two gruesome mounds covered in whip marks and blood; their once smooth
backs and strong thighs were mangled and bleeding, blood seeping from the wounds and flowing down their bare legs to their bare feet
!
"Put them down! Stop beating them! Get water to wake these two bastards!"
Immediately, several mob members stepped forward, untied Luxon and Jeff's
hands from their handcuffs and ropes, removed their shackles, and laid the two blood-soaked, barely alive men on the ground.
Then someone brought a bucket of cold water and poured it over the two naked men.
"Oh..." the two miserable men groaned, slowly regaining consciousness.
The shackles on their hands and feet had been removed, and as soon as they awoke, they huddled together and wept.
"Sherlock, please spare me and Jeff... we'll do anything you want, just don't torture us anymore
, sob sob..."
Luxon held his son, who was just as battered and bruised as he was, the last vestige of the noble count's
self-respect and pride stripped away by the cruel whipping. He
lay naked like a true slave, crying and begging in sorrow.
"Fine, you wretches!"
Sherlock cruelly pinched the count's bare chest hard.
The body of his former master, who had suffered such torture, was beginning to fascinate him.
“You filthy pig, come here! Untie my pants and serve me properly with your mouth!”
Sherlock lay down on the open ground nearby. Luxon, utterly humiliated, stood up, swaying his
naked body, scarred and battered from whipping, and walked to Sherlock.
He sadly closed his eyes, unable to bear the contemptuous and evil smiles of the mob around him, and with trembling
hands untied the trousers of the shameless serf before him. Then, he obediently knelt between Sherlock's spread legs
, pulled out his thick, dark penis, and swallowed it into his mouth. “You filthy pig, open your eyes!” Sherlock 　　felt a surge of displeasure
seeing the humiliated count sucking his penis with his eyes closed . 　　The disgraced manor lord had no choice but to open his eyes, uttering muffled “ooh” sounds as he continued to suck on Sherlock's 　　swollen penis. 　　A thick, hard penis was stuffed into Luxon's mouth, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, wetting his neck 　　and aching chest, making him feel extremely uncomfortable and ashamed. 　　"No..." 　　Hearing Jeff's weak plea behind him, Luxon turned around with the penis still in his mouth. 　　He saw his son hanging on the rack again, but this time he wasn't being whipped, but being 　　raped by two thugs, one in the mouth and one in the anus. 　　Seeing Jeff sobbing and groaning in shame being violated by two burly men, 　　a dark penis cruelly thrusting into the boy's swollen, whip-bruised buttocks, Luxon felt a sudden, utter despair 　　and a sense of surrender. 　　"You filthy pig, get up! I'm going to fuck your asshole, you stinking pig!" 　　Luxon quickly spat out the penis covered in his saliva, stood up trembling, and turned 　　his back to Sherlock. 　　“You stinking pig! What are you waiting for?! Hurry up and spread your filthy ass and sit on it!” 　　Sherlock stared at the Earl’s whipped buttocks. 　　The whip marks on Luxon’s body had stopped bleeding, and his buttocks were now covered with purplish-red, swollen welts, 　　making them even more swollen and discolored. 　　Luxon could only close his eyes again, shamefully spreading his still burning, aching 　　buttocks with his own hands, aligning his anus with Sherlock’s thick, saliva-covered penis lying on the ground, and 　　slowly sitting down. 　　“Ah…” 　　With a hot penis inserted into his aching buttocks, Luxon immediately felt an unspeakable 　　sense of fullness and relief. He let out a long, sigh-like groan, then, supporting his swollen 　　buttocks with his hands, he actively twisted and swayed on Sherlock’s penis. 　　For some reason, Luxon no longer felt the shame of being violated and ravaged. The 　　fact that Sherlock's thick penis was inserted into his anus and filled him with a sense of relief was ironic. The 　　hard, thick penis, inserted into the manor lord's injured and aching buttocks, rubbed against his tender rectum, 　　giving him a burning sense of fullness. This feeling of shame acted like an anesthetic, quickly easing Luxon's 　　physical pain and plunging him into the abyss of lust. 　　"Ah...oh..." 　　Luxon groaned, violently swaying his hips and waist, desperately 　　squeezing the penis inside his anus. Tears streamed from his closed eyes, ashamed of his depravity. 　　But the miserable manor lord found himself unable to control his reason; his ravaged body 　　was actually beginning to enjoy the feeling of being sodomized! 　　"No, ah..." 　　Luxon didn't know what he was groaning about. He felt a warm liquid gushing into his buttocks and immediately 　　let out a sobbing groan. 　　As if unsatisfied, the manor owner swayed his hips and turned to kneel before Sherlock, his white semen 　　flowing from the open orifice between his buttocks. 　　Luxon grasped Sherlock's penis and began sucking it relentlessly, desperately 　　consuming the semen clinging to it. 　　Sherlock watched this man, who seemed like the most wanton male prostitute, licking the last drop of semen from his penis 　　, his raised buttocks covered in swollen, purplish-red welts, and the man uttering indistinct "oohs" 　　sounds.

He suddenly felt a conqueror's pride: this man, who had once dominated his destiny, so
unattainable, was now utterly reduced to his male prostitute, to be manipulated and played with at will
.
"Pull this filthy pig up, take him over there and play with him as you please! Make sure our Earl
is well-fed," Sherlock said to his men after he had his fill.
Immediately, someone pulled up Luxon, who was still kneeling on the ground whimpering and groaning, and dragged him aside.
"Tie this slut up and fuck him!"
Several men dragged Luxon aside and ordered the manor lord to kneel down, his bruised buttocks sticking out.
"No, don't tie me up..." Luxon groaned weakly. Although he had completely
given up, and even the thought of having a man's penis inserted into his body still evoked a desire, he still
felt ashamed to be tied up and played with.
Despite Luxon's words, before the men could even make a move, he proactively spread his legs, obediently
lowered his head, and put his hands behind his back, his swollen buttocks twitching a few times.
"Damn it, I didn't expect this count to be so lewd and despicable!"
the men cursed, bringing ropes to tightly bind Luxon's hands behind his back. Then one of them knelt
down and forcefully thrust his thick penis into the count's anus, still dripping with Sherlock's semen.
"Oh..."
The thick penis slid into the anus, thoroughly lubricated by semen, producing
a low "plop" sound between Luxon's swollen buttocks. The manor lord immediately swayed his naked body, emitting alluring moans.
"You lewd pig!!"
the mob cursed, thrusting violently into Luxon's anus as he knelt on the ground. While brutally
raping the bound man, they relentlessly slapped the count's battered buttocks with their rough hands
, producing dull, cruel "slap" sounds.
The hard, thick penis rubbed against the already swollen anal flesh, making the count feel as if his buttocks were
on fire. This burning sensation quickly spread throughout Luxon's body, as if melting him,
and he could no longer feel the pain of the slaps.
Luxon lay limp on the ground, enduring the brutal rape and abuse from the man behind him, his
head tilted to the side, a mixture of humiliation and inexplicable pleasure emanating from him, intermittently uttering cries and groans.
"Oh, no..."
Luxon suddenly heard a weak, pitiful groan from a boy beside him. He opened his eyes and immediately saw
his son, Jeff.
The young boy, like his father, had his hands bound behind his back, kneeling on the ground alongside Luxon,
his buttocks covered in bruises. Behind Jeff, another mob was roughly squeezing the boy's firm, white
buttocks, brutally raping him in the anus.
Luxon immediately felt a surge of shame, his face burning.
He and his son were kneeling naked side by side, being
cruelly raped and humiliated by these lowly mobs! Jeff, who had just been brutally deprived of his virginity by the mob, was still
groaning in shame and pain as he was being raped, while he himself had completely degenerated into a tool for the mob's lust,
performing such a thing in front of his son!
Luxon immediately closed his eyes in shame, unable to bear looking at the despair and bewilderment in Jeff's eyes.
He tried to struggle and resist, but quickly succumbed to the savage rape of the mob's thick, fleshy penises,
swaying his buttocks like a male prostitute, moaning and groaning...
12
"Sherlock, our army hasn't continued this way; it's turned north."
A Sekh man reported to Sherlock the movements of the rebel army he had scouted.
"Damn it, that means we can't stay here any longer. Those government troops who were driven away
will definitely shamelessly come back!" Sherlock cursed angrily, standing up.
These rioting Sekh men, despite being led by Sherlock, were clearly still a rabble.
Since the rebels hadn't continued towards the Earl's territory, they had no choice but to abandon this place, because
although these government troops were cowardly and afraid of death, they were more than capable of dealing with these hundred or so rioting serfs.
"You bastard! What are you listening to?!" Sherlock suddenly turned and roared at Luxon, who was kneeling to one side
.
Luxon now looked no different from a male prostitute.
The manor lord stood bent over, legs spread, his torn lower garment pulled up
, revealing Luxon's naked lower body and buttocks from behind.
The whip marks on his body were almost healed, but his buttocks were still pitifully swollen and red;
his feet were bare, with heavy shackles on his slender ankles; his hands were also chained
to his body with thick iron shackles.
A large, ugly, dark penis was inserted between the count's embarrassed lips, cruelly
thrusting and raping his mouth.
The count, who was holding the ugly penis in his mouth with his shackled hands and sucking on it, had heard
Sherlock and the Sekh man's conversation. He paused his sucking slightly and turned his head
to look at Sherlock.
The words of the Sekh people instantly rekindled hope in the Count's already utterly despondent heart!
Luxon, who had been relentlessly raped, abused, and tortured by the rioting serfs for days
, was utterly hopeless. He spent almost every day in constant sexual intercourse and rape, with barely any rest. If
Shylock hadn't seen how utterly defiled the man was and ordered the mob to stop touching Luxon's
swollen and bleeding anus, Luxon almost doubted he would still be alive.
Even so, these Sekh people, fueled by vengeful rage, devised all sorts of cruel ways to torment
Luxon, including binding him naked in various positions to humiliate and hurl insults, forcing him to crawl naked
on the ground barking like a dog, and parading the Count in shackles and cangues around the manor. Forcing
Luxon to perform oral sex on them was already the most merciful treatment they could offer.
Luxon had grown accustomed to the brutal torture and abuse he endured, much like a male prostitute or prisoner,
feeling no shame even when exposed to the mob and forced to perform lewd acts.
But the Sekh man's words gave him a glimmer of hope.
'If our army comes here… damn Sekh, we'd better kill them all!
No, I want to hang that bastard Sherlock myself!'
Luxon was even starting to get excited.
'You filthy pig! Go ahead and be a male prostitute! Humph, don't think I'll leave you here! When we retreat,
we'll definitely take you and your filthy pig son with us!'
Sherlock viciously reached out and pinched Luxon's bare buttocks, cursing as he did so.
"Ugh..."
The burning pain from being pinched on his buttocks immediately pulled the count back to the cruel reality. He let out
a painful whimper, his mouth still full of the penis, and quickly continued to suck the Sekh man's penis in front of him
like a lowly male prostitute.
13
"Hurry up, you filthy pig! Don't dawdle!"
A Sekh man on horseback cursed fiercely, whipping
Luxon, who was walking on the ground, with his whip.
"Ouch..."
The count groaned loudly as the whip struck his back, staggering and almost falling to the ground.
Luxon was now caught up in the fleeing Sekh men, driven by the whip,
walking miserably on the rugged mountain path.
"It's bad! Sherlock!! There's an army ahead!!!"
A panicked shout came from the front of the mob!
Luxon was immediately invigorated. He looked up and saw a group approaching
, clearly government soldiers!
He suddenly remembered his son and turned to look at the mob fleeing desperately into the woods.
Jeff was being carried on a black man's shoulder, crying incessantly, and disappeared into the woods in the blink of an eye.
"Jeff!!"
In the blink of an eye, Sherlock's group was either dead or had fled; not a single one remained. Only
scattered corpses and discarded clothing and bundles lay on the mountain path. Luxon had fallen into the hands of the government soldiers.
Considered a traitor, Luxon was hung up again, his fear even
greater than when he had been hung and beaten by Sherlock and his mob in the manor! Luxon twisted and turned, protesting loudly.
"Splash!" A large bucket of cold water, as ordered by the captain, was poured over the head of the hanging earl!
The count, doused with cold water, immediately stopped screaming. His suspended, soaking wet body
trembled uncontrollably.
Luxon was nearly fainting with rage. He hadn't expected these government soldiers to be so shameless
and despicable, even more hateful than the mob! He trembled and continued to curse incoherently.
"Gag this pig! Since he's confessed, there's no need to listen to his nonsense anymore
!"
Immediately, a soldier stepped forward, pinched Luxon's bruised and swollen cheeks, and forced a thick
, hard branch with strips of cloth tied to both ends into his mouth, making him bite down on it. Then, the cloth strips were tightly tied behind
Luxon's head.
"Ugh...cluck, cluck, ugh..."
Forced to bite down on the branch, Luxon screamed desperately, but only
muffled whimpers that he himself couldn't understand.
"Untie this traitor's feet again, and change this slut's position!"
"Haha! I knew this stinking pig was a shameless slut!"
He saw that the count's flesh hole, which had been excessively raped and ravaged by the mob, had turned a tragic purplish-red,
the swollen opening almost unable to close, exposing the tender but ravaged, red and swollen flesh inside, and
immediately shouted with joy.
"Slut! You even sold your asshole to those traitors!"
The captain's shameless insults made the already humiliated Luxon even more unbearable. He cried out in pain,
his mouth, which was strangled by tree branches, uttering muffled and sorrowful sobs, constantly shaking his body, which was tied up with his legs and hands
, struggling to prevent this beastly officer from seeing his ravaged lower body.
"Pah! You filthy pig, you still know how to be shy? Look at your loose, rotten hole, it's disgusting!"
The captain rudely inserted his fingers into Luxon's anus and dug around for a while, cursing. Despite saying this, the count
's body still made him feel like he was almost losing control.
He tried his best to suppress this feeling of humiliation, desperately letting out groans and sobs of grief and despair.
"Filthy pig, it seems you like being abused by men like this, it makes you feel good, doesn't it?!"
"Waaah!! Waaah..." Luxon shook his head desperately, feeling extremely ashamed.
"I'll make you, you wanton filthy pig, feel good!!" The captain said as he began to unbuckle his
belt.
"Slut!!" He cursed viciously, grabbing Luxon's bare chest with both hands and
slamming his terrifyingly swollen penis heavily into his anus between his bound and spread legs!
"Ugh!!!" The hot, hard penis plunged into his anus, and Luxon felt an indescribable
sensation! He jerked his head back, a sharp, muffled cry escaping from his mouth, which was gagged with a branch! The repeated
rape and abuse filled Luxon with immense despair and sorrow.
The captain, breathing heavily, gripped the count tightly, thrusting violently and forcefully into him,
his heavy pounding causing Luxon's suspended body to sway pitifully.
Although his anus, ravaged by Sherlock's mob, was somewhat loose,
it was enough for the captain, who hadn't had release in a long time. He cruelly raped the unfortunate count.
After a few minutes, the captain finally ejaculated inside Luxon's alluring body, his breath
coming in hoarse gasps.
"Ah…"
the captain sighed contentedly, withdrawing his penis from Luxon's body and smearing the remaining semen on…
He then used his hands to gently manipulate Luxon's swollen and engorged anus, covering his exposed buttocks.
"Oh, oh..."
Luxon let out soft moans and gasps, feeling that limp, powerless feeling again,
completely unable to resist the captain's manipulation and humiliation.
"Soldiers! This traitor's male prostitute must pay for his lewd and shameless crimes! Punish
him!"
The captain knew that this was the only way to silence the soldiers.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."
Luxon watched as a soldier walked up to him and unzipped his pants, feeling
another large hand grab his naked body from behind. The slight pleasure he had just felt vanished instantly, replaced by
the fear of being gang-raped. The poor count was terrified and began to struggle and wail desperately once more.
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Luxon. Count Eckerman
hung limply from the wooden frame, his hands and legs bound together, like a lifeless corpse. His legs were forced open in an "M" shape. His wet hair
clung to his face, his cheeks and lips were bruised and swollen, and a branch was strangled his mouth as he weakly
sobbed and groaned.
The front of his coarse cloth shirt was ripped open to his waist, and the back was
torn to shreds by a leather belt. His exposed, snow-white back was covered with striking
purplish-red welts, a cruel and horrifying sight.
The real reason for his weeping and groaning was below: the count's lower body was in excruciating pain from the abuse; his anus was tragically swollen and red, and his rectum was filled with semen, which 　　flowed
incessantly from the gaping opening . 　　Luxon felt he was truly dying. He couldn't remember how many soldiers had brutally gang-raped 　　him; he only knew that his anus was never empty, constantly being relentlessly 　　penetrated and violated by thick, hard penises. 　　At first, this brutal rape even brought him to shameful orgasms several times, but later all he 　　felt was terrible pain. He fainted several times, only to be cruelly revived by the captain splashing cold water on him 　　, continuing to endure this inhuman torment and torture. 　　He felt he had become a public male prostitute for this defeated government army, his noble body nothing 　　more than a toy to be played with and vented at will. 　　Luxon had given up all hope for his fate. He no longer wanted to argue with the shameless captain 　　—there was no chance anyway—he only prayed for release from this cruel gang rape, or simply 　　to die. 　　Luxon vaguely remembered that this defeated army numbered at least two hundred men. If these two hundred-plus beasts were 　　to gang-rape him one by one, Luxon didn't know if he would survive! 　　The captain had been supervising the soldiers as they assaulted this "rebel male prostitute" one by one. He was also somewhat 　　worried that this beautiful man would be sodomized and killed. However, his concern for Luxon stemmed from not wanting to 　　lose such a handsome man so soon, a man he could legitimately rape and toy with. 　　The captain walked to the man being anally raped by a soldier, untied the cloth tied behind his head 　　, and removed the twig, soaked in Luxon's saliva, from his mouth. 　　“You filthy pig, are you enjoying yourself? Heh heh, you’ve only had sixty-odd customers. 　　There are still many soldiers queuing up behind you!” 　　“Oh… ah, no, I… oh… I’m going to die, please, please spare me…” 　　The large, thick penis thrust roughly in and out, forcing Luxon to groan and plead intermittently. 　　“Are you still a count? You filthy pig?!” the captain asked, seemingly uneasy. 　　“I… I… oh, ah… I, no…” 　　The pain of the excessive abuse made Luxon cry. He weakly shook his head, knowing that 　　there was no point in persisting. This shameless captain had already fabricated his “confession” using the most despicable means. 　　“Oh, in that case, let this male prostitute rest for a bit.” 　　The captain ordered the soldiers queuing behind him to step back, and the soldier who was gang-raping Luxon also stopped. 　　Then he ordered his soldiers to release Luxon, who had been ravaged beyond recognition, and to handcuff and shackle him before locking him in 　　a tent. 　　15 　　"Captain, the rebels seem to have opened fire!" a soldier shouted as he ran into the tent. 　　The captain was sitting casually in a chair, enjoying the mouth of Count Luxon kneeling before him. 　　The poor Count looked both miserable and humiliated. 　　Luxon's body was almost completely naked, with only a tattered, ragged blouse rolled up around his waist 　　; a sturdy noose was tied around his thin neck, the other end of which tightly 　　bound the Count's hands behind his back, forcing him to keep his head up in agony; his buttocks and legs were shamefully 　　exposed, his buttocks covered with faint, swollen bruises. 　　Luxon, drooling, struggled to suck on the captain's ugly, massive penis 　　, making unpleasant gurgling sounds in his throat. His tear-streaked face flushed with humiliation. 　　Because the rebels had been entrenched nearby, the captain's defeated army had been holed up here for 　　several days. However, since they had captured Luxon, the "rebel's male prostitute," the captain, 　　despite his constant fear, hadn't been bored. 　　But the unfortunate count was a different story; these past few days had felt like living in a horrific, abusive hell 　　! Luxon was convinced the captain was a complete sadist. 　　Unlike Shylock, who assaulted the Count out of hatred, this man 　　tortured and abused the poor Count seemingly out of nowhere, almost like a madman. He not only ordered all the soldiers to gang rape Luxon, but also frequently 　　bound him and whipped him severely with rattan and leather straps until Luxon was covered in wounds, before brutally raping 　　him again. 　　Luxon had now lost all hope for his future; he had even begun to beg for a merciful God.

He wanted to kill him quickly, to escape this hopeless, endless pain and humiliation.
"Oh?!"
Upon hearing the soldier's report, the captain immediately kicked away the kneeling manor lord and stood up happily
.
Luxon also heard the soldier's words, and a glimmer of light returned to his empty eyes.
'These guys are finally leaving!' Luxon thought.
'Maybe they'll just leave me here?' he wondered, speculating whether the captain was torturing him merely
for his own amusement.
But he quickly dismissed the thought, for the poor count had endured too much
suffering these days, and he dared not harbor any illusions about his future. 'Won't they just hang me from some random tree on their way back?' Luxon 　　thought
sadly . 　　A few days ago, the thought of death would have driven the count mad, but now he 　　felt no fear at all, only a sense of relief. 　　Luxon was kneeling on the ground, lost in thought, when he suddenly heard the captain shout. 　　"Pass down the word: leave after lunch, get out of this wretched place as soon as possible! Also, prepare a prison 　　van and take this bastard with you!" 　　Luxon immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over him! 　　"You've tormented me for so many days, just let me go! Please, have mercy on this 　　poor man... Waaah..." 　　Luxon cried pitifully, pleading. Because the noose around his neck prevented him from bowing his head, he 　　simply prostrated himself at the captain's feet, kowtowing repeatedly. 　　"Bastard!" The captain looked contemptuously at this shameless, naked 　　man kneeling at his feet, weeping and begging. 　　The count's scarred yet still alluring body swelled his desire once more. 　　"Leave you here so you can go find those traitors again? Hmph, don't even dream about it!!" 　　The captain suddenly grabbed Luxon's disheveled hair, dragged him out of the tent. 　　"No!! No, help!!!" 　　Luxon knew what the perverted captain was about to do to him and immediately screamed in panic! 　　Ignoring the man's pitiful cries and pleas, the captain dragged the disheveled Luxon to a makeshift 　　rack. Then he untied the ropes binding Luxon's hands and cuffed them to a pair of handcuffs hanging from the rack. He then 　　tied the rope still around Luxon's neck to the top of the rack, tightening it so that the count 　　stretched his neck out as if almost suffocating. Finally, he spread Luxon's bare legs and shackled them to the base of the rack. 　　"You filthy pig, it seems you haven't forgotten those traitors! I'll teach you a lesson!" 　　the 　　captain cursed, tearing off the only remaining tattered shirt from Luxon's body, 　　completely exposing the man who was bound and suspended in an "X" shape on the rack! 　　"Spare me... Waaah... I... I won't do it again... Please spare me..." Luxon cried out, 　　pleading incessantly. 　　He watched in horror as the captain picked up the vine, stained with his blood and studded with short thorns, again. 　　"Shut up, you wretched pig!" the captain roared, the vine striking the count's bare, muscular 　　buttocks hard, leaving another blood-red gash on the already swollen and bruised mound! 　　"Ah!!!" Luxon immediately jerked his head back, which was bound by the noose, and screamed in agony. 　　The captain grinned maliciously, a bloodthirsty excitement rising within him at the sight of the horrific wounds on the noble man's naked body. 　　The vine in his hand fell even faster, striking Luxon's bare back and buttocks! 　　“No, no, ah!!...Stop, please!! Come, come and fuck me, fuck my asshole!! Please 　　...don't hit me anymore...Waaah..." 　　The thorny vines lashed his buttocks and back, making Luxon almost unable to breathe from the pain! He began to 　　wail loudly in submission, shaking his injured and bruised naked buttocks and desperately begging, no longer caring about 　　any dignity or shame. 　　“You filthy pig, you've finally shown your lewd true colors!” The captain said, panting, as he threw down the blood-stained vines 　　. 　　“Come on, come and fuck me, fuck my asshole, my cunt...Waaah..." 　　Luxon cried sadly, he had become accustomed to this humiliating and lowly status, and as soon as the whipping stopped, he 　　immediately shook his swollen and bruised buttocks and sobbed. 　　His naked body was bound by chains, his brutally beaten buttocks swaying from side to side as if inviting penetration 　　, a sight that appeared utterly obscene and vile. 　　The captain approached, glanced at Luxon's shameless invitation to penetration and rape, and suddenly 　　picked up the bloodstained cane. 　　Luxon, unable to see what was happening behind him, was still weeping in submission, swaying his pitifully swollen 　　and red buttocks, when suddenly he felt a hard, thorny object slam heavily into his anus! 　　"Ah!!!" The count immediately let out a terrible scream! 　　He tried to struggle, but his handcuffed and shackled body was immediately held tightly by a strong arm 　　! 　　"You filthy pig! You shameless filthy pig!!" 　　the captain shouted with a cruel grin, thrusting the cane he had just used to brutally whip the miserable count 　　into his tender anus! 　　"Ah!!!! Stop... Waaah..." 　　Luxon felt as if his buttocks were about to be pierced and torn apart! Thorny vines mercilessly pierced his delicate 　　rectum, causing him to feel blood flowing down his buttocks and thighs. He cried out in anguish, pleading 　　, before gradually losing consciousness… A small group of men walked along the desolate mountain road; it was the defeated 　　army led by the captain. 　　Among them was a wooden prison cart, and inside the wooden cage stood a ragged, haggard 　　man. 　　Count Luxon stood barefoot in the cart, his hands and head exposed by wooden shackles on top of the cage, 　　his disheveled hair falling over his face. 　　His body inside the cage was almost half-naked, his tattered shirt open.

The prison wagon lurched along the bumpy mountain road, making Luxon feel as if his entire body was about to fall apart.
The burning pain in his lower body, from the torture with the canes, caused him to begin to weep softly.
Just days before, he had been a nobleman of status and position. But now, Luxon
was truly a prisoner, ravaged and debased like a prostitute, a terrible ordeal that had numbed and driven him
to despair.
As the group moved on, suddenly another group appeared from the surrounding woods!
"Rebels!!!"
Panic cries quickly spread through the ranks, followed by shouts of battle and the commotion of fleeing soldiers.
The prison wagon stopped, and the escorting soldiers scattered in panic.
Luxon opened his numb eyes and saw the captain, struck by a musket, screaming and
tumbling from his horse, immediately impaled by several spears.
A numb joy flickered in his eyes as he saw a mounted rebel leader approach.
"Release this poor man!" the rider said.
Then someone chopped open the wooden cage and released the ragged count from the prison cart.
Luxon was suddenly overjoyed; he could hardly believe his luck!
Just as he was thinking of leaving quickly, he heard a familiar voice behind him!
"Ha ha! Count, I can't believe we meet again!!"
Luxon turned around in alarm and immediately saw a familiar yet terrifying face!
"Sherlock!"
Luxon wanted to scream, but his throat went dry, his body swayed a few times, and he collapsed limply to
the ground.
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Luxon was shoved into the rebel camp in the mountains by a Sekh man, while Sherlock walked triumphantly
in front of the poorly clothed, weeping prisoner.
Luxon's hands were bound in front of him with a rope and held by Sherlock. His bare, dusty
feet were blistered and he stumbled along, barely able to keep up with the Sekh man.
"Noble Earl, you've truly arrived home!"
Sherlock led the Earl to a camp nestled in the mountains, a
place where the rioting outcasts imprisoned captured members of the upper class. Those once high and mighty were now reduced to surviving only in one way
—as tools for the rebels' lustful gratification!
From the surrounding tents came the pitiful groans and pleas of men and women, the
wild roars of the excited mob, and the cruel sounds of whips and clubs striking bodies.
In the nearby woods, several white figures could be seen, vaguely appearing to be tortured and tormented on instruments of torture . Judging from the intermittent, pitiful cries, they must be 　　nobles
stripped naked and abused . 　　Luxon followed Sherlock, head bowed, sobbing softly. His eyes, observing the scene around the camp 　　, held a terrifying numbness and stagnation; he knew his fate, his heart 　　was dead. 　　In the center of the camp stood a platform about half the height of a table. Sherlock led the manor lord to the platform, ordered 　　him to kneel on it, and tied the ropes binding his hands to a pillar beside the platform. 　　Luxon already knew what Sherlock was about to do to him; he began to sob softly, slowly 　　wriggling his bruised and swollen buttocks. 　　Suddenly, a Sekh man emerged from the woods. He grabbed another boy by the disheveled hair and 　　dragged the boy, whose hands were bound behind his back, roughly like a dog to the platform where Luxon was kneeling. 　　The boy's upper body was almost completely ripped down to his chest, and his two healthy, strong legs were almost entirely 　　exposed through his torn trousers! 　　The boy's legs were bare, covered with swollen, bruised welts from a brutal beating. He 　　wore filthy leather boots, and heavy black iron shackles clung to his slender ankles. The Sekh man had roughly 　　pushed him to the ground, rudely spreading his long legs and pulling his torn trousers up to his waist! The sight of 　　the boy's exposed lower body shocked Luxon! 　　This seemingly young and healthy boy's genitals were as filthy and disgusting as a male prostitute's, his 　　small anus a purplish-red hole the size of a thumb! 　　"You little pig, spread your ass yourself!" 　　the Sekh man said, slapping the boy's firm, white buttocks with his other hand, one of his hands already injured 　　. 　　The boy, clearly of noble birth but reduced to a pathetic, lowly male prostitute in the hands of a mob, let out 　　a mournful whimper. He obediently spread his full, firm buttocks with his bound hands 　　, completely exposing his pitiful anus! 　　"Jeff!!" The count, kneeling on the platform, suddenly screamed in anguish! 　　Luxon recognized him from the boy's tear-streaked face. This boy, who seemed like a shameless male prostitute 　　, brutally beaten and still shamelessly selling his body, was none other than his intelligent and handsome son, Jeff! 　　The boy, lying on the ground, his hands bound behind his back, spreading his buttocks, enduring the brutal 　　rape of the Sekh men, slowly turned his head, looking with a numb gaze at the man kneeling on the platform, his buttocks exposed, 　　awaiting rape—his father, Luxon. 　　The Sekh men behind Jeff had begun to thrust and rape the boy's anus, causing him to emit low, 　　indistinct moans! 　　Luxon watched as his once handsome and intelligent son lay on the ground like a lowly pig, his buttocks exposed, 　　allowing the traitors to rape his anus. The once bright and youthful nobleman was no longer 　　a shadow of Jeff! 　　A terrible numbness appeared in Jeff's eyes as he looked at his father, and along with two streams of tears, he began 　　to moan wantonly as the cruel rape from behind continued! 　　"Jeff!!" Luxon screamed, feeling his world completely collapse. 　　"Come on! Sherlock..." 　　The Earl, too, began to shamelessly sway his naked buttocks like his son, 　　crying out like a true prostitute...

"Although the Sekh uprising of xxx was ultimately suppressed, it severely damaged the kingdom's
source of wealth—the agricultural industry; it dealt a blow to the kingdom's weakened military machinery; and more importantly, it shook
the foundations of the monarchy's rule in the country, sounding the prelude to the death knell for this declining kingdom..."
"...A large number of noble families with 'glorious' and 'long' histories were completely
uprooted in this uprising, such as the once-powerful Eckerman family in the south of the kingdom. After the last
heir of the Eckerman family, Earl Luxon, and his son Jeff were kidnapped and disappeared by their serfs—although there is no conclusive
evidence, we have reason to believe that this poor father and son were brutally
murdered by the frenzied mob, just like other nobles who fell into the hands of the insurgents—this family finally withdrew completely from
the stage of history..."
—Excerpt from *History of the Kingdom of xxx*

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