[I was being brutally raped by three men while wearing flesh-colored stockings]

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This happened many years ago, when I was just a high school student. I've loved wearing stockings since I was little, but I
only liked flesh-colored and white ones. When I was younger, I couldn't buy them myself; I had to steal them from other girls .
After I entered high school and had some money, I would take the bus to places far from home to buy them on holidays. One Saturday, I bought a
pair of flesh-colored thigh-high suspender stockings with white lace trim. I secretly wore them a few times at home, and it was incredibly exciting.
The following week, I wore these stockings to school, over a pair of school uniform pants
. It was very thrilling. During breaks, I would go to the restroom, lock the door in the commode, and
take off my pants and underwear (it was summer) to admire these breathtakingly beautiful stockings.
But then something happened that I'll never forget. I put on my pants and went outside
. I saw Jia, a notorious troublemaker at our school, waiting outside. He probably needed to use the restroom (there
was only one toilet stall). When he saw me, he glanced at me casually
(he didn't recognize me), then stared at my lower body, stunned. I looked down—oh no! My pants were
n't fully on; my upper thighs were completely exposed, and both suspenders were hanging down. I must have been too engrossed in our activity
and forgotten to pull them up. Seeing him staring at me, I quickly pulled up my pants and went back to the classroom. Later in class ,
I was constantly anxious, afraid Jia would tell everyone. How could I, a boy, go to school wearing stockings
? After school, I was still on edge, thinking I should hurry
home. Little did I know, something even more terrifying was waiting for me.
I was walking home alone when I saw three figures in the distance. As they got closer, I recognized them as A, B, and
C. A was a local thug from our school, while B and C were delinquents from outside the school. Their families were quite wealthy, and they
were even driving a BMW sports car! Wow! They were really arrogant! But A had something on me, so I
just wanted to keep my head down and walk past them quickly.
As soon as I passed them, A shouted at me: "X, come here." I didn't dare resist, so I obediently went over.
"Big brother (that's what bullied students usually call thugs), what's up?" "Hehe," A lewdly
chuckled, "We know what's wrong with you. If you're a good boy, get in our car." B and C were also rubbing their fists together
, as if they were about to beat me up. I was scared, but I still said, "I don't know you guys, why should I listen to you?
" A, upon hearing this, got angry: "Go! Take him down!" "B and C then grabbed one of my arms each,
while A covered my face with a white handkerchief. Soon I lost consciousness. I was really unlucky; this
road is usually deserted, and today there wasn't a soul in sight. These three thugs succeeded.
When I woke up, my hands hurt terribly. Looking around, I found myself bound and suspended from
the ceiling in a large, white-walled room. My toes barely touched the ground, and my mouth was taped
shut, so I couldn't scream. A, B, and C were sitting at a table playing cards. I
was shocked. Were they going to kidnap me for ransom? But I was completely wrong. Then C saw I was awake and
said to A, 'Brother, the kid's awake. Let's start playing!' A threw down the cards and said, 'Okay!'" The three of them grinned wickedly as they approached me .
I struggled to move, but it was all in vain. The first one picked up a pair of
scissors and quickly shredded my school uniform pants to shreds,
revealing my legs in stockings. The three thugs burst into laughter. "Hahaha, this kid has good taste,
wearing stockings with suspenders," the first one said, stroking my thigh. "I love
girls dressed like this, but today we're going to do something different."
My legs went weak with fear. I was doomed; they were going to rape me! The three thugs quickly stripped me
naked, leaving only the flesh-colored stockings on my legs. The third one was still holding one of my condoms... Looking at the white cotton stockings over the pantyhose
, he sniffed and said, "I didn't expect this kid's feet to not smell at all." Every
time I secretly wore pantyhose, I washed my feet thoroughly; it was a form of respect for the stockings, which were my gods.
After they had finished their lewd acts, they took off their own clothes, and three huge glans were immediately presented before me.
Compared to theirs, my penis was practically tiny. A said, "Let's put him down and let him rest." I
thought he was being kind, but they immediately used a thick hemp rope to tie my hands behind my back, cross them, and bind them together
. A little while later, B brought a plastic water pipe. A and C put me down, spread my thighs, and
B, without saying a word, put the water pipe... It was inserted into my anus. I felt a sharp pain in the muscles there. Then,
B connected the other end of the hose to a tap. I desperately tried to scream, begging them to stop,
but my mouth was sealed shut, and I couldn't make a sound. At this moment, A said, "Kid, let you taste
the feeling of hot soapy water." Then B turned on the tap.
I felt a rush of hot water enter my anus, and then my rectum. Soon, my
abdomen became incredibly bloated, and my stomach gradually swelled up. Then B turned off the tap. Then he pulled out the plastic tube and
inserted a rubber stopper into my anus. The stopper was quite large, and it took B a long time to insert it. Then
A and C... I was carried to a toilet in the corner of the room. A and C each grabbed one of my legs and
forcefully spread them apart. My stomach was churning violently. After two or three
minutes, B pulled the plug out of my anus, and my anus burst open like a dam breaking, gushing
out a mixture of feces and soapy water. I felt a huge weight lifted from my stomach and let out a long sigh.
But they didn't give me a chance to catch my breath. They did this several more times in ten minutes
until my legs were completely weak. Even if they let me go, I couldn't move. The last enema
only produced water; A even smelled it and said, "It doesn't smell bad at all!"
Then they carried me to a large Simmons bed on the other side of the room and made me lie face down.
They began to gang rape me. A took out a bottle of something that looked like water—now I think it was probably lubricant or…
He applied Vaseline to my anus from behind, and it felt cool and comfortable.
Then he scratched my anus a few times with his hand before aiming his thick, long penis at my anus
. At the same time, B had already removed the gag from my mouth and was preparing to use his large penis to penetrate me
. I heard A say, "Attack!!!!!" and insert his large penis into my anus
. I immediately felt an excruciating pain in my anus, as if it were being torn apart. With each thrust, the pain
intensified, and my rectal wall burned. B quickly inserted his large penis into my mouth as well. His
penis had an incredibly foul odor, the kind that comes from urine and semen mixed together for a long time without being washed frequently
. I almost choked and vomited. The immense humiliation brought tears to my eyes.
C wasn't idle either. He lay down beneath me and began to perform oral sex on me while touching my
thighs, which were clad in flesh-colored stockings. My upper body is like any other man's, with a flat chest and broad shoulders. But
my lower body is a bit different. My buttocks are white and round, my thighs are long and straight, and my feet
are only 39. That's probably why C touched my thighs. He even said to A, "Brother, this kid
's thighs are pretty good!" A replied dismissively, "I already knew that. You don't need to tell me. Keep giving me oral sex
." Only then did I realize that A had been touching my buttocks and the base of my thighs while he was having sex with me. Perhaps the immense
pain made me not feel it for a moment. While having sex with my anus, A panted and said, "This
kid's ass isn't much worse than those prostitutes'!" B also said, "That's right, that's right. This kid's
mouth feels pretty good too." The three thugs' attack from above and below, especially C's constant touching of my
thighs clad in flesh-colored stockings, caused me to experience an indescribable sexual arousal despite my unbearable pain. They
continued for about 20 minutes. I felt my anus was bleeding from A's penetration. At this point, A and B
ejaculated into my anus and mouth respectively, then withdrew their large penises. Just as I was about to spit out the semen in my mouth,
B grabbed my cheek, and his semen flowed down my throat, then through my esophagus and into
my stomach. Meanwhile, C's caresses and oral sex on me from below caused my penis to become erect, about
half the length and girth of their large penises. I knew I was about to orgasm and ejaculate. Just then, they stopped
their assault on me, rested briefly, and then switched positions to continue. This time, A penetrated my mouth, C penetrated my
anus, and B masturbated while touching my penis. They took turns penetrating me like this for 7 or 8
rounds, ejaculating continuously into my anus and mouth. Towards the end, C kept rubbing my penis with his hand,
shouting, "Let's teach you to wear stockings, let's teach you to wear stockings!" Under immense humiliation and pain, I
achieved an unprecedented orgasm, ejaculating far and wide.
The three of them finally collapsed from exhaustion. C lay beside me, clutching one of my stockinged thighs,
panting heavily on the Simmons bed. B rubbed his large penis, still wet from ejaculating in my anus and mouth, against one of my stockinged feet.
A went to the corner and grabbed a long, thick rope, saying to B and C, "Get up, time to work
!" C jumped off the bed, and he and B put my feet together. A tied my feet
tightly with the rope, then pulled the other end towards my head, tying it to the rope binding my arms
. This way, I could see my stockinged feet sticking up high whenever I turned my head. A tightened the rope
so my feet couldn't move at all. The three of them lifted me up again and used the end of a rope to suspend me
under the same ceiling where they had initially suspended me. Now I was hanging horizontally with my legs stretched out towards my head in an L-shape. C
and B kept hitting my buttocks and thighs, and I swayed back and forth in mid-air like a string of fat. Then
A brought over a bottle filled with a yellow liquid and a small steel ball, about the
size of a glass marble, connected to an electrical wire. He grinned lewdly at me: "This is vegetable oil and a heater. I'll set the temperature to 60
degrees. If the vegetable oil temperature drops below 60 degrees, this heater will automatically heat up."
Just as I was about to shout "No!", B sealed my mouth again, and I couldn't scream anymore. A
placed the bottle of vegetable oil against my anus, grabbed one of my feet, tilted my body upwards, and then
poured all the vegetable oil into it. My rectum churned again. A then inserted a heater into my anus.
Due to the lubrication of the vegetable oil, I didn't feel much pain this time. Then he
forcefully shoved the rubber stopper into my anus, laid me flat, and let me hang in the air, so that not a drop of vegetable oil would leak out
. Then he plugged the heater into a socket on the ground, and the three thugs went to the Simmons
bed and fell fast asleep.
I was hanging there, suffering the pain of the tight ropes, while the vegetable oil in my rectum
was quickly heated to 60 degrees Celsius by the heater. Although this temperature wasn't enough to cook the rectal wall muscles,
it made my rectal wall unbearably hot and tingling. This stimulation made me desperately want to defecate, but the rubber plug
prevented the movement of the anal sphincter. Under this indescribable tactile effect, I reached
a state of sexual arousal.
After being hung like this for more than an hour, the three of them woke up and rushed towards me. One grabbed
one of my feet and tilted it downwards, then pulled out the rubber plug, allowing the vegetable oil to be expelled through my anus.
Then, they suddenly pulled the heater out of my anus, and I felt a piercing
pain. Then, in front of me, the three of them put my clothes, pants, shoes, and socks into
a large iron basin and burned them, then urinated on them to extinguish the fire. This was terrible. Even if the three of them let me go,
what would I wear to go home?
Then the three of them started taking turns anal-raping me. One of them straddled my stockinged thighs, stroking my
inner thighs and buttocks while penetrating my anus; another was penetrating my mouth from the front; and the third
was masturbating while touching my nipples and thighs. Later, they played with my penis.
After they had sex with me seven or eight more times, countless amounts of semen flowed into my body and throat, and I reached orgasm, ejaculating again.
"That's it." The three thugs, satisfied, put on their clothes, opened a large sliding door—it turned out to be a
large garage. They left me, hanging like a string of meat, dangling between the ceiling and the floor
, then stretched and left. I could vaguely hear the sound of a car starting; they were
talking as they started it. "That was great today, but don't do this again," one said. "Wasn't it me who told you
about this kid? It was your idea!" "Where to eat? KFC, please." "Okay, what
about this kid?" "We'll give him a few more blows when we get back, then feed him to my big Tibetan Mastiff." "He can't run away, can he?" "Impossible
, he's tied up so tightly, and there's this big iron gate, he can't escape." Then I heard the car start moving, driving further and
further away.
Thinking back on their words, I felt a chill run down my spine. No, I can't hang here and wait to die. I
swung my body with all my might, but the rope was too tight. Soon I was exhausted, my limbs numb, and my legs weak.
Just when I was about to despair, I made a symbolic downward plunge and landed on the ground with a thud,
sustaining several abrasions, but thankfully it wasn't a high fall and I didn't break any bones. I struggled to the still-burning fire in the basin and
burned the rope. Then I found a hundred-yuan bill on the table, smashed
the lock on the garage door with an iron bar, grabbed a sheet from the Simmons bed, wrapped it around myself, picked up
the backpacks the three thugs had thrown on the ground, took out my house keys, and left the garage.
I stood on the street trying to hail a taxi, but no taxis would take someone dressed like me. Fortunately, there
were very few pedestrians, so no one would see my predicament. After more than half an hour, a taxi finally
stopped in front of me. The taxi driver was a rather old man. As soon as I got in, he asked, "Young man,
what's wrong?" "I've been robbed." "Oh, then I'll take you to the police station?" "Thank you, no
need, just take me home first, XX Road." The taxi started moving.
As the taxi drove me through a busy downtown area, we got stuck in traffic. I heard passersby chattering, and
I knew there had been a car accident. A BMW was overturned on the road. I looked closely, and it was the car of those three thugs.
A group of traffic police were gathered there. I finally heard clearly that the three men in the BMW had been driving under the influence of alcohol and crashed into a telephone
pole; they were all dead. As the taxi passed the BMW, I saw the faces of the three men clearly—
the same three thugs who had taken turns sodomizing me! Haha! They're all dead, and no one will know my secret anymore! At that moment, I looked
down and realized I was still wearing long, flesh-colored suspender stockings with white lace trim! They were just a little torn.
Finally, the taxi stopped downstairs. I paid the fare and quickly walked home, still wrapped in a bed sheet.
Passersby who saw me dressed like this stopped and stared at me suspiciously, especially when the wind
blew the sheet around me, making me both anxious and excited.
When I got home, I found my parents hadn't returned from work yet, so I went straight to the bathroom. I showered wearing stockings, and
thinking about the abuse I suffered at the hands of those three thugs earlier that day, I got an erection again
and involuntarily started masturbating. I ejaculated again soon after. Even today, I still have the habit of wearing stockings. When no one is home,
I wear long, white or flesh-colored stockings with white lace trim and hang myself
from the balcony window with a long, thick rope, masturbating as I hang. I often get stares from passersby, which is a feeling of both tension and excitement
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