Male workers in textile factories

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June 8, 1995, is a day I will never forget, a moment etched in my memory.

That year, I graduated and, full of joy, started my job (assigned to a cotton mill). When the political officer led me to the workshop director's office, I sensed a smirk on his face, and the windows were crowded with onlookers (mostly women). The director said to me, "Young man, do your job well, don't complain." I was assigned to the yarn-splitting team (a relatively easy job). As soon as I sat down, I heard conversations around me: "That guy's handsome, figure something out." Others said, "Yeah, find a chance to sleep with him, but be gentle, look at that delicate skin."

At lunchtime, a very thin man in the workshop (Liu) came over and said to me, "Little Chen, lunch is ready." I followed him to the canteen, and along the way, he introduced me, saying, "Welcome to our workshop! There are 82 people here, including you, only three men; the rest are women. Your arrival is a relief! If you have any difficulties, come to me!" I gratefully said, "Thank you." He said, "Take your time to adjust." Three days passed like this. On the fourth day, the director went to a meeting at the factory headquarters, and Brother Liu went elsewhere to repair machines. After lunch, I was comfortably napping in a cotton bale.

Suddenly, I heard a commotion outside the door: "I'm going in first, don't push!" I looked up and, oh my god, a dozen or so women in their thirties had entered. The leader said, "Little Chen, we'll play with you, don't be afraid, this is the rule here." I said, "What rule?" They said, "You'll find out soon enough."

Sensing danger, I tried to escape, but they had blocked all my way. Even the windows were piled with things (good heavens, they were prepared).

With nowhere to run, I grabbed a cotton-wrapped stick and shouted, "What do you want?!" The leader said,

"Oh, kid, you're going for the hard way? Sisters, let's go! Let's beat him to a pulp!" Three burly women pinned me down (good heavens, they weighed at least 180 pounds), snatched my penis, and said, "Kid, behave yourself, I've seen plenty like you!"

They quickly stripped me naked (it was September, so I wasn't wearing many clothes). I felt so ashamed, I wanted to die. Everything around me was white, the overhead light was blinding, and I felt many hands groping my body. Suddenly, I felt something sucking my genitals, and a tongue licking back and forth. It felt very good, and before I knew it, I was hard, a feeling similar to when I wake up every morning.

I heard a chorus of gasps around me: "Wow, so big! What a treasure!" I felt a weight on my lower body; something was clamping my penis. I tried to look up, but my head, hands, and feet were held down. I felt warm liquid flowing down my genitals, with constant throbbing above (it felt so good). I closed my eyes and began to slowly enjoy it. After a while, I heard moans and groans.

I felt my penis being squeezed very tightly, and a surge of heat gushed out. The woman on top of me went limp and said, "

That was good. Who's next?" Another commotion ensued, and another woman joined in (my life is so miserable, why aren't there any younger women?). I was taken by over a dozen men in this way, and several groups of men changed hands while pinning me down. I was almost dizzy, my whole body numb, and my lower body throbbing with pain.

One voice said, "Time's almost up, I'll stop now, don't kill him." Another voice said,

"No way, everyone has to play! This guy's still got it, he hasn't even ejaculated yet, he won't die!" I squinted and saw a young woman looking at me with a flushed face. She had big eyes, long hair, a slender waist, an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, fair skin, and high, firm breasts (wow, a real beauty!). The women around her said to her, "You have to go, even if you're new! If you don't go, you'll betray us! If you don't go, we'll force you!" They roughly stripped her of her work clothes, and the women said, "Oh, she's still a virgin!" They pushed her onto me, and casually pulled off her underwear. A pair of snow-white breasts swayed in front of me, their nipples red and swollen. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were closed. These people then pulled down her pants, saying, "Go ahead, or we won't give you clothes or pants. Let's see how you get out of here." (How vicious!)

I felt her breathing quicken, her legs tightly closed. Several people helped her steady herself, and I felt a hand grab my penis. I felt a tightening sensation, different from before, and I heard her cry out. The people around said, "Slow down, slow down, she's still a virgin, haha, this guy is lucky!" I saw her large breasts swaying in front of me, the girl covering her eyes with her hands, and several women moving her up and down. I felt my penis being squeezed very tightly, as if a force was sucking it in. All the blood in my body rushed in, and I unconsciously moved my buttocks to meet her. A burst of laughter erupted around us: "This kid knows how to enjoy himself, he's making his own moves, let him go!" I felt my hands, feet, and head being released. I casually fondled her firm breasts, played with them for a while, then wrapped my arms around her waist and thrust hard. She initially covered her face, but slowly she also hugged me, burying herself tightly in my arms. We made love right under everyone's noses. After about 40 minutes, I felt a surge of heat erupt, wave after wave, and she cried out a few times. We both collapsed onto the pile of cotton.

I felt so tired, and vaguely heard someone say: "What's going on? I haven't even finished yet!" Another said: "What the hell are you doing?

Put the stuff here, lock the door, and get out of here." My eyes glazed over, and I drifted off to sleep! When I woke up, it was already dark, and the workshop door was locked. I found my clothes, climbed out the window, and dragged my heavy legs slowly home. I didn't eat dinner. I found a few clothes, went to the bathroom to shower, and noticed my penis was in a lot of pain, with blood on it (those damned guys, they even broke the skin). After showering, I went to bed. The next day, I went to the factory administration and got a different job. I never wanted to go back to that workshop. If I went back, I'd probably be drained like Brother Liu (no wonder he was so thin). This incident has haunted me for so many years; I've never dared to confide in anyone, never dared to tell anyone. It's always been a shadow in my heart.

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