Iron-Blooded Heroes

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The setting sun, blood-red and chilling , 　　met the cold with a stark contrast of cruelty and desolation . It wasn't yet autumn, yet the scenery already carried a sense of bleakness.
On a hillside south of the city, four people stood gazing northwards, watching the city shrouded in twilight.
After more than a month of recuperation and training, Chu Fei had recovered. He stood proudly on the hillside,
looking at the city lights that were already twinkling in the distance. Beneath his sharp eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes shone. Chu Fei remained as cold and composed as ever
. With the battle approaching, his calm and collected demeanor filled Luo Jinglong, who was only three years older than him, with admiration and
respect.
The young man's clothes were open, revealing strong, dark muscles. The evening wind blew, causing his clothes to flutter in the breeze.
Every muscle in his body was taut, like a fully drawn crossbow, ready to unleash a thunderous arrow at any moment.
Beside them stood a tall Tibetan man, around thirty years old, with a headscarf
wrapped around his head and leather boots. A wide leather robe enveloped his robust frame, and a uniquely decorated knife was tucked diagonally at his waist when the wind blew.
The man stood there calmly, exuding an imposing and authoritative aura. He was the head of the Great Banner Sect, here to assist
Luo Jinglong and Chu Fei in destroying the Hao Xue Temple.
Beside the head of the sect was a handsome, slender young man, his good friend Xing Hao.
Suddenly, a man dressed in a tight-fitting outfit rushed up the road from the bottom of the hillside; he was
a subordinate . Luo Jinglong saw the man and quickly asked, "How is the situation in the city?"
The man bowed and said, "Mo Tian went to the mayor's banquet tonight and left before six o'clock."
The head of the sect nodded and said, "Good! Just in time." He then glanced at Chu Fei, seeking his opinion.
Chu Fei was more anxious than anyone else, but he remained calm and said, "We'll set off after it's completely dark!"
The operation to rescue Ali was arranged for dusk, when Mo Tian happened to be out. Luo Jinglong and his group, along with
twelve elite fighters selected from the Great Banner Gate, headed straight for Mo Tian's mansion.
Mo Tian's mansion was also the largest stronghold of the Bloodthirsty Temple organization in the city. Located in the southeast of the city, it was a
luxurious villa covering a vast area. The courtyard was planted with plants and flowers, concealing the mansion. Who would know how many sinister deeds were hidden behind this lavishly decorated
house ?
The sixteen men from the Great Banner Gate were all top-notch fighters. They quickly dealt with the guards on all four sides of the wall and, under the cover of darkness and
trees , surrounded the main building.
The main building was three stories high. The first floor was the reception room, the second floor was Mo Tian's study and residence, and the third floor was the command center of the Bloodthirsty Temple,
as well as the basement, which was the place for eliminating dissidents, interrogating prisoners, and detaining criminals. The three-story building was completely dark, as
thick curtains covered every window, obscuring the view inside.
In the darkness, the entire building resembled a crouching monster, exuding evil and danger.
The wind was strong and cold, but a fierce fire burned uncontrollably in everyone's hearts.
Lang Tou led the heroes of the Great Banner Gate to quickly occupy the main hall. He and Xing Hao led their men straight upstairs. The Hao Xue Si's
men were caught off guard and put up a hasty resistance, but they never dreamed that anyone would have the audacity to attack
the residence of Mo Tian, the powerful police chief of the city. The heroes of the Great Banner Gate were all fierce and powerful, and Mo Tian's men were no match for them. Xing Hao
was swift and ruthless, leaving almost no survivors, carving a bloody path, and everyone followed him straight to the second floor.
Chu Fei had been imprisoned here before. He was worried about Ali, and he and Luo Jinglong broke open the basement passage door and rushed straight to
the dungeon where the prisoners were held.
The dungeon was silent and dimly lit, the corridor lights faint. Behind each tightly closed cell door lay countless injustices and hatreds
. Chu Fei recalled his days imprisoned here, his teeth clenched in hatred. He searched each cell, finally finding
Ali, tortured to the point of being emaciated. Ali was bound to a leather chair in the center of the interrogation room,
several electrode clips connected to wires fastened to his body. Beside him, on a table with various instruments, stood the
vicious A-Qiang.
By the time A-Qiang realized it was the Great Banner Sect's men attacking, it was too late; Luo Jinglong, who rushed in, punched him
to the ground.
Chu Fei quickly rushed forward, ripped off the wires and bindings from Ali, and helped the weakened Ali to his feet. He
had barely taken a step when Ali let out a groan, his legs giving way. Although Chu Fei tried his best to support him, his tortured body
still trembled uncontrollably. A vibrating dildo was still deeply inserted into Ali's anus. Chu Fei remained silent, first turning off
the vibrating dildo, then, gritting his teeth, slowly pulling the rubber rod out of Ali's body.
The thick rod had been lodged in his anus for too long; once pulled out, Ali convulsed in pain, his eyes rolled back, and blood, mucus
, and feces splattered out with the rod.
Seeing this, Luo Jinglong was enraged. He grabbed the blood-stained instrument of torture, kicked the unconscious Ali onto the ground, causing him to
flip over , and pinned him down with his foot. He roughly tore open Ali's crisp trousers and forcefully thrust the vibrating dildo into the center of his pale buttocks
.
"Ah...no! No! Ah..." Ali woke up in pain, screaming wildly, his body twisting madly,
but Luo Jinglong held him firmly under his foot, unable to break free.
Chu Fei scooped the unconscious Ali into his arms and said to Luo Jinglong, "Finish this kid off, let's get out of here!"
Luo Jinglong was still seething with hatred. Glancing at the electric chair and the various bizarre torture instruments on the walls, his
hatred for A-Qiang intensified. He grabbed the wailing A-Qiang and slammed him onto the electric chair, saying, "You take Li-ge and go first. I
'll make this kid get what he deserves!" He then used a belt to secure A-Qiang to the chair.
"Don't waste time, I'll go first, you hurry!" Chu Fei, worried about Ali in his arms, retreated first.
"I'm coming!" Luo Jinglong agreed, clipping electrodes onto A-Qiang's body one by one.
"Please, sir, spare me!" A-Qiang pleaded. "...Please, sir!...Spare...spare my life...Ahhh...!!
"
Luo Jinglong roared angrily, "Spare you? Dream on!"
As the knob turned, A-Qiang on the chair let out a long, agonizing scream, snot and drool streaming down his face, yet he still begged for mercy.
Watching the body convulsing and writhing under the electric torture, the young man felt it was far too cruel. He
wanted to to pieces, but such cruel and brutal torture was not something a kind and gentle person
could do. Therefore, he decided to end this wicked life once and for all.

Just then, Ah Qiang suddenly stopped pleading and begging for mercy. It happened in an instant, but Luo Jinglong suddenly had a bad feeling. As a figure
silently approached him from outside the door, Luo Jinglong saw a glint of excitement
flash . The boy became alert and tried to turn around, but it was too late. He was struck heavily on the shoulder, his body
swayed, and the person behind him grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, while simultaneously kicking the boy in the stomach. Before the boy could resist,
the police baton slammed down on his back. Luo Jinglong groaned and, after a series of blows, fell at the feet of the newcomer.
"Second Master, thank goodness you came." Ah Qiang squirmed uncomfortably in the electric chair. The
newcomer was Mo Tian's junior brother, Vincent, who had been severely injured by Tie Hui in the detention center but had narrowly escaped with his life. He had been hiding in
a secret room in Mo Tian's mansion to practice and recover. Now, because of Luo Jinglong's act of kindness, Ah Qiang's life had been saved.
Vincent untied A-Qiang and ordered, "Quickly hide back in the secret room. If those guys upstairs find us, we won't be
able to escape ."
A-Qiang groaned as he pulled the vibrating dildo out of his anus, glanced at Luo Jinglong lying on the ground, and said viciously,
"Kill this kid first!"
Vincent said, "The young master of the Great Banner Sect, keeping him alive will be very useful!"
Luo Jinglong only regretted his youthful impulsiveness and carelessness in falling into the enemy's hands. It was
too late to notify his companions upstairs. A-Qiang inserted the filthy vibrating dildo into his mouth, and he immediately fell silent. When he tried to struggle,
Vincent and A-Qiang tied his body tightly with several ropes, and the bound and immobile boy was gagged and
dragged out of the interrogation room to the end of the corridor. Vincent groped around on a dim wall lamp for a while, and a small
door silently appeared in the corner of the wall. They dragged Luo Jinglong and quickly disappeared behind the wall.
Unable to find Luo Jinglong, Lang Tou and his men from the Great Banner Sect, and with Mo Tian already back, they had no choice but to hastily retreat.
Seeing the Great Banner Sect members gone, Vincent, not daring to linger, sent someone to inform Chief Mo Tian while simultaneously taking
Luo Jinglong to the detention center where Vincent was located.
Upon arrival, the resentful A-Qiang immediately took Luo Jinglong to the torture chamber. The bound and gagged boy had been hanging in the air for hours, subjected to
severe torture. His clothes were torn and flying everywhere from the whip, his body covered in bruises. A-Qiang pulled down
the boy's pants and thrust the whip handle into the boy's tender anus, repeatedly pushing the handle to make Luo Jinglong
's body sway in the air. Luo Jinglong groaned in pain, his cries muffled by the vibrating dildo stuffed in his mouth. His
body twitched violently twice in the air before he lost consciousness.
A basin of cold water was poured over Luo Jinglong, and the boy slowly awoke.
A-Qiang went a step further, humiliating and toying with the defiant boy. He grabbed the boy's
young , and manipulated it back and forth. In his hand, he held a small knife that gleamed coldly, attempting to castrate the boy.
Luo Jinglong watched the flashing blade and couldn't help but shudder.
Vincent, standing to the side, blocked A-Qiang's hand holding the knife. He blew a puff of cigarette smoke onto the blood- and sweat-covered face of the boy.
He flipped the switch on the electric dildo in Luo Jinglong's mouth, and the stick immediately began to vibrate and make a "buzzing" sound. Watching
the boy writhe in pain, Vincent laughed wildly. While burning Luo Jinglong's strong body with the cigarette butt, he said,
"We still need to keep this kid to blackmail the Daqi Sect to deal with the Xishan Party. The Luo brothers turning against each other has given us
a good show!"
A-Qiang said unwillingly, "Are
we just going to let this kid get away with this?" "Don't worry, we need to deflate his ego first!" Vincent said smugly, "I've already found a good
place ."
As he spoke, he gripped the whip inserted into the boy's anus and shoved it in hard. The boy let out a miserable groan,
his body twisting helplessly in the air.
Vincent ordered two guards to bring a set of torture instruments: a T-shaped iron chain made of fine steel, with two iron rings on one side
, the rings open to reveal sharp joints, and a small iron handcuff on the other side.
"Good stuff!" Ah Qiang exclaimed excitedly upon seeing it. He took the instrument, opened the iron rings, and plunged the sharp joints into
Luo Jinglong's shoulder blade, piercing through his collarbone.
"Tie Hui had his collarbone pierced at Hao Xue Temple, crippling his martial arts. You're his good brother, so naturally you should receive the same treatment.
" Vincent smiled and lit another cigarette, watching the tortured boy.
The iron rings fastened to his collarbone, and Luo Jinglong trembled in pain, blood flowing down the chain.
Ah Qiang grinned maliciously, piercing the other collarbone with iron rings as well. He released the chain, which dangled down, pulling at the wound
, and Luo Jinglong screamed in agony. The screams were muffled by the dildo; sweat poured down his forehead, his struggles futile.
At the same time, A-Qiang turned his attention to his penis.
The iron shackles were actually a specially made penile ring, locking his shaft and testicles at the base.
"Wear this thing, let's see how much you can do now!" A-Qiang said, pulling on the chain across Luo Jinglong's chest. The boy
felt excruciating pain in his chest and genitals, unable to bear it any longer. He shook his head desperately, his face pleading.
The boy was lowered from the air, the ropes loosened, but he was surrounded by cold prison walls, iron bars, and
guards . His collarbone was pierced, and the chain around his penis restricted his freedom.
"Where did your bravado go?" A-Qiang pulled the saliva-soaked dildo from Luo Jinglong's mouth and slapped it repeatedly against the boy's humiliated
face .
Luo Jinglong clenched his fists, but with these cruel instruments of torture, he dared not move.
Facing the strong, muscular young man before him, Vincent wasn't going to let his guard down. He handcuffed and
shackled Luo Jinglong's hands and feet.
"Kneel down!" Vincent said menacingly.
Luo Jinglong hesitated for a moment, and immediately received a heavy kick from A-Qiang in the back of his knee. He groaned and knelt before Vincent.
Vincent grabbed Luo Jinglong's hair, forcing him to tilt his head back, and slowly brought the cigarette butt closer to the young man's handsome face.
The young man gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the demon before him, bracing himself for the pain and humiliation that might come at any moment. But Vincent
moved the red-hot cigarette butt, which he had been sucking, towards the young man's lips.
Luo Jinglong felt the sudden burning sensation on his lips and had to open his mouth, trying to avoid the cigarette butt. The cigarette butt was shoved into his
mouth , a sharp pain... "Ah..."
Three times he succumbed to fate or something else.
Vincent viciously pinched the boy's mouth shut, then grabbed a handful of cigarette butts from the ashtray and shoved them into Luo Jinglong's mouth.
"This is your food from now on. You'd better swallow it!"
Luo Jinglong tried to resist, but A-Qiang viciously tugged at the iron chain across his chest. The boy groaned with cigarette butts, struggling to
swallow them, his throat choked, and waves of nausea made his face flush red. The wound on his chest reopened from
the violent pulling, and blood seeped out again.
Watching Luo Jinglong submit to his tyranny, Vincent laughed triumphantly. "You finally understand your place, you dirty pig!
" he said, spitting a glob of phlegm onto Luo Jinglong's face.
A-Qiang kicked Luo Jinglong to the ground, pinned him down, and shoved the vibrating dildo into the boy's anus.
Luo Jinglong trembled with pain, groaning incoherently through his mouth stuffed with a cigarette butt. A-Qiang shoved him forcefully, causing Luo Jinglong's
body stiffen violently with a piercing scream before he finally lost consciousness.
Luo Jinglong awoke from the intense pain.
Cold, damp walls surrounded him, and a dark iron gate held seven or eight people imprisoned in a room of less than ten square meters. He
lay naked in shackles and chains in the corner of the cell, a wooden toilet above him emitting a pungent
stench.
Several disheveled prisoners in prison clothes surrounded him, their faces contorted with sullenness. One of them was fiddling
with the shackles on his chest. He had been awakened by the pain of the chains being pulled.
"The kid's awake," said a man in his thirties, wearing dirty prison clothes and with rough hands and feet, who was pulling on the chains.
“This thing of yours is quite interesting,” he said, tugging at the chain. Luo Jinglong’s penis, adorned with a bird ring, swayed.
“Let go!” Luo Jinglong shouted, shoving the man’s arm away. The arm lifted, causing the handcuffs to snap shut with a clanging
sound.
A chorus of snickers erupted around them.
Liu Meng’s face flashed with anger. He spat and said, “Damn it! Ungrateful bastard.”
Wu Si and Hou Bin, standing nearby, egged him on, “Such good stuff, we’ll let you go first!”
Liu Meng was tempted, but then glanced back at a cold-looking young man sitting on the edge of the bed and muttered, “I’m afraid of that guy
…”
Only then did Luo Jinglong notice the man in the distance. The prisoner was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall and well-proportioned, with
short hair, his eyes coldly fixed on the outside, a cigarette dangling from his lips, seemingly completely unconcerned about what was happening in the cell. He
wasn't wearing prison clothes, just a white vest and work pants. His muscles were clearly defined, and the young man had a lot of body hair,
especially on his arms. A patch of black chest hair peeked out from the opening of his vest, adding to his imposing presence.
Luo Jinglong also noticed that, besides himself, this was the only prisoner in the entire cell with shackles on his hands and feet. Upon
hearing Liu Meng's words, everyone's faces showed resentment.
Hou Bin lowered his voice and said, "If Guo Hongjian wants to stop us, let him go first. We've all been locked up here for too long; I don't believe he won't
get restless!"
Liu Meng thought for a moment, glanced at the prisoner named Guo Hongjian again, and finally nodded.
Seeing these people talking, Luo Jinglong sensed something was wrong. He tried to stand up, but Liu Meng pressed him against the wall.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Luo Jinglong shouted angrily.
Seeing Liu Meng leading the way, the prisoners were less afraid of Guo Hongjian and quickly seized Luo Jinglong, dragging him to another bed on the inside of
the cell . They forced him to kneel at the foot of the bed, and someone took out a piece of hemp rope, threaded it through Luo Jinglong's handcuffs, and
hung his hands from the pillar of the second bunk.
"Let go! Let me go! Ah...ah..." Luo Jinglong struggled desperately, but with his hands and feet locked, he was no
match for these hungry wolves. His arms were pulled high by the rope, and when he tried to struggle again, the iron chain in front of his chest was brutally pulled. The boy
screamed and immediately dared not resist anymore.
"Have you had enough fun?" A cold and authoritative voice came from behind Liu Meng.
The prisoners were stunned. They saw that the prisoner at the door had turned around and was looking at them coldly. Everyone was a little panicked and looked at Liu Meng
in unison .
The prisoner slowly stood up. He was over 1.8 meters tall and had an imposing presence. "Mengzi, put him
down !"
Liu Meng glanced at the men around him, feeling intimidated, but he forced himself to say, "This kid's a gangster too. Since he
has nothing to do with us, let's all have some fun!"
The prisoners around him echoed his words.
Guo Hongjian's face showed displeasure. He didn't speak, but took a step forward, staring at Liu Meng.
The others were intimidated by his imposing presence and dared not utter a sound. Having suffered at his hands before, Liu Meng reluctantly began to untie the ropes
binding Luo Jinglong.
Just then, a sinister voice suddenly came from outside the cell: "Officer Guo, how domineering!"
Luo Jinglong followed everyone's gaze and looked outside the cell, his heart sinking. Through the iron bars stood a tall, thin man
in a guard's uniform, his hat pulled low over his face, a baton tucked under his arm, and large leather boots. It was Vincent, the one who had arrested him
. Behind him followed a curly-haired, grinning A-Qiang and a group of guards.
"Vincent?!" Guo Hongjian frowned upon seeing the newcomer. "You're still alive!"
Vincent laughed arrogantly. "Officer Guo is my prisoner, how could I bear to die so soon!"
A guard opened the iron door to the cell, and Vincent strode in.
"You're the policeman who went against Chief Mo?" A-Qiang sized Guo Hongjian up and down, his mind already racing with
schemes . "You're a prisoner now, and you're still acting so arrogantly?!"
The others in the cell knew Vincent was there to cause trouble for Guo Hongjian, and no one dared to say a word. They quietly crept to the wall
, watching the stalemate.
Vincent saw Luo Jinglong, who was kneeling at the foot of the bed with his hands tied, and put on a smile. "This position is quite nice. I'm sure
everyone would enjoy it."
Several prisoners nodded in agreement upon seeing this.
Four Breaths chuckled at Vincent on the lower level
and continued, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's start now!"
Upon hearing the warden's words, Liu Meng took a step forward, then hesitated, glancing at Guo Hongjian again with some fear.
Guo Hongjian angrily said, "Mengzi, you..."
Luo Jinglong saw Guo Hongjian approaching Liu Meng, and Ah Qiang, standing behind him, suddenly raised his baton, shouting, "Watch out!"
Caught off guard, Guo Hongjian was knocked to the ground by A-Qiang's blow. Several guards rushed forward and began beating
the young prisoner. A-Qiang cursed, "You stinking prisoner, you really think you're the boss!"
Seeing this, Liu Meng didn't hesitate any longer. He stood with his legs apart in front of Luo Jinglong, quickly pulled down his pants, and shoved his erect penis
into the boy's mouth. Long periods of abstinence had given his genitals a pungent stench; his glans was covered in white smegma, and white
foam clung to the boy's lips as semen mixed with the filth shot into his mouth.
He glanced at Guo Hongjian, who was unable to stand, a gloating smile on his face, and said to the prisoner beside him, "
Hou Bin, you come!"
Hou Bin, who could no longer contain himself, excitedly agreed, and a sticky, hard penis was immediately thrust into Luo Jinglong's mouth.
Vincent watched Liu Meng wipe his still-erect penis and urged, "Not enough? Let's do it a few more times!"
Liu Meng, bowing and smiling obsequiously, then, remembering his need to impress his master,
rushed over when he saw A-Qiang and several guards beating Guo Hongjian. The men removed Guo Hongjian's handcuffs, twisted his arms behind his back, and re-handcuffed him.
"You bunch of lackeys!" Guo Hongjian cursed angrily.
Liu Meng grabbed a pair of dirty socks from the bed and shoved them into Guo Hongjian's mouth. "Shut your dog mouth! You
're dog!" he said, pushing the socks down Guo Hongjian's throat, silencing him instantly.
A-Qiang said to Liu Meng with satisfaction, "From now on, this cell is your responsibility. Anyone else with such lawlessness
must be severely punished." He then greedily stroked Guo Hongjian's body.
Guo Hongjian, his hands cuffed behind his back and a sock stuffed in his mouth, was unable to resist. His desperate struggles were futile; how could he escape A-Qiang's grasp?
Liu Meng repeatedly agreed, then went up to Guo Hongjian and obsequiously tore open his clothes, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I still have to rely on your and Director Wen's
guidance."
A-Qiang himself began to pull down Guo Hongjian's pants. The young man on the ground struggled angrily, but Liu Meng immediately pinned him down
, while simultaneously receiving a heavy blow to the abdomen from a guard's baton. A-Qiang held his penis in his hand and
began to manipulate it, his long-suppressed lust aroused at this inopportune moment.
While playing with Guo Hongjian's body, A-Qiang ordered the guards to place a pack of cigarettes and several bundles of beer in the cell.
"The cigarettes and beer are for you, the cigarette butts and beer bottles are for the two of them." A-Qiang felt the young man's penis growing
even hotter and harder, and his hand thrust even more violently and rapidly.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of them," Liu Meng said with a fawning smile, his eyes gleaming.
Guo Hongjian, pinned to the ground, convulsed violently a few times, scalding semen gushing out, some splashing onto A-Qiang's
face. A-Qiang wiped the sticky fluid from his face with his fingers and put it in his mouth, sucking it wantonly. Then he stood up, took out
his penis soaked in semen, and urinated on Guo Hongjian's body.
The warm liquid, carrying a foul odor, flowed over Guo Hongjian's body, splashing everywhere. Liu Meng smelled the pungent odor,
some splashing onto his arm that was holding Guo Hongjian down. He felt like vomiting, but dared not show the slightest displeasure on his face
, still smiling and saying, "He's lucky to bathe with your reward!" After saying that, he simply knelt on the urine-soaked floor
and respectfully kowtowed to A-Qiang.
The others in the cell took turns performing oral sex on Luo Jinglong, semen, saliva, and sweat streaming down the young man's handsome face. After everyone had their fill of fun
, Hou Bin, imitating Liu Meng, pulled out his own pair of dirty, smelly socks and stuffed them into Luo Jinglong's mouth, which was full of semen
and filth . Seeing Liu Meng fawning over Vincent and A-Qiang, no one wanted to be left behind, and they immediately gathered
around Guo Hongjian.
Vincent and A-Qiang watched with smiles as the group forced Guo
Hongjian were led to the side of the cell door. He was forced to kneel against the wall, his hands and feet bound together with ropes, and his body tied to the iron
bars. Hou Bin then lifted a foul-smelling chamber pot and hung it around Guo Hongjian's neck.
Guo Hongjian was in excruciating pain; the ropes and shackles bound him tightly, and he knelt before the group, completely unable to move. A toilet bowl
hung around his neck , the wire digging into his throat, making it impossible for him to lift his head. The toilet lid was lifted, revealing a ghastly yellow
mixture of urine and feces; the pungent odor stung his eyes, forcing him to silently inhale the foul smell.
"The cigarettes you gave us, we'll smoke with that kid!" Liu Meng said, pointing to Luo Jinglong, surrounded by semen, then to
Guo Hongjian, bound to the iron bars. "The beer, we'll finish it, then give it to him!"
Vincent, A-Qiang, and several guards, watching the chaotic cell filled with brutality and humiliation, wore venomous smiles.
Not long after Vincent and the others left, Liu Meng immediately gathered everyone together, distributing beer and cigarettes. Bound and suspended,
Luo Jinglong knelt in the middle of the group, as several men drank, smoked, and harassed the young man for their amusement. Smoke billowed from all sides,
hitting Luo Jinglong's pained and bewildered face. One cigarette was finished, and another was immediately grabbed and lit,
the butt stubbed out on Luo Jinglong's body.
The boy whimpered in pain, his body writhing wildly and helplessly, only to be met with laughter from the prisoners.
The smell filled the cell, cigarette butts searing his young, strong body from all directions.
Amidst the revelry, Liu Meng, who had drunk several bottles of beer, staggered over to Guo Hongjian, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Let me try
this new toilet," he said, urinating into the toilet hanging around Guo Hongjian's neck. He occasionally flicked his penis, intentionally
spraying urine onto Guo Hongjian's head and body. Guo Hongjian silently endured the humiliation, urine flowing down his hair, down his back,
his stomach , and into his crotch. His mouth was stuffed with socks, and he struggled to breathe.
As darkness fell, a subtle affection stirred within them
. "Officer Guo, where did your swagger go?" Hou Bin jumped over and urinated on Guo Hongjian. After finishing, he took off
his shoes and smacked Guo Hongjian on the head, saying, "How was the toilet experience?"
Guo Hongjian abruptly raised his head, glaring angrily at Hou Bin. Hou Bin was startled and took two steps back, his face
drained of color in panic.
Liu Meng, standing to the side, laughed, "He's a prisoner too, and the lowest-ranking one at that. What are you afraid of? Afraid he'll glare at you?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a pair of his underwear from his dirty clothes, turned them inside out, found the yellow and white grime
covering the front, and then put it over Guo Hongjian's head, pulling it down to cover his eyes and nostrils. "His eyes are scary,
let's make sure he can't see!"
The crowd roared with laughter, and Hou Bin, emboldened by alcohol, went up and slapped Guo Hongjian's face, which was covered by the underwear, from side to side.
"Get justice for those who have been wronged, settle scores for those who have wronged you!" Wu Si yelled, jumping off the bed and picking up a shoe as he joined the fray.
In front of the monitor in the detention center's duty room, the young guard, Lü Ming, stood up angrily. "These prisoners are utterly lawless,
actually resorting to torture in their cells!"
His colleague, Lao Dong, glanced at the young, handsome guard and said, "Forget it, you haven't been here long enough to understand the intricacies of this situation
. You'll get used to it eventually."
Lü Ming
said stormed out.
A smile appeared on Lao Dong's face; he shook his head and followed him out of the duty room.
"Stop!" With a sharp shout, the cell door opened, and a young, somewhat immature prison guard rushed in. The prisoners
were all stunned for a moment.
Old Dong, who had just arrived, winked at Liu Meng and said, "Hurry up and untie them!"
Liu Meng glanced at the handsome new prison guard in front of him, sneered, and reluctantly untied
the ropes .
Hou Bin, seeing the situation, fearing that Guo Hongjian would cause trouble for him, said unwillingly, "This is Director Wen's order, do you dare to interfere
?"
Lü Ming punched Hou Bin to the ground and shouted angrily, "Release them!"
Liu Meng had no choice but to order everyone to quickly untie the ropes binding Guo Hongjian.
On this late summer night, the air was filled with the last heat of the season. The guard cell was unusually quiet. Luo Jinglong,
Guo Hongjian, Lü Ming, and Old Dong were talking.
It turned out that Guo Hongjian was a police officer who had graduated from the police academy. He was investigating Chief Mo Tian at the police station because he suspected that Chief Mo Tian had connections with a criminal gang.
As a result, he was kidnapped by Hao Xue Si's men at Mo Tian's behest and imprisoned
here .
His hands, cuffed behind his back, couldn't be opened; the chains rattled with the slightest movement. At this point, Guo
Hongjian took a puff of the cigarette Old Dong had offered him, and said bitterly, "In this world, those who seek justice end up in jail,
while smugglers and drug traffickers live carefree lives!"
The others in the room fell silent. The future seemed bleak for them; only their burning anger seemed to
ignite the last night of summer.
After a long silence, Lü Ming said, "How about I find a way to get you out?"
Upon hearing this, Guo Hongjian immediately shook his head, "No, that would be a burden."
Old Dong, however, suddenly had a glint of excitement in his eyes.
"You were framed and brought here. From what I know, Xiao Luo's Big Banner Gang is a reputable organization. I might as well
quit this filthy job. Let's join forces; maybe we can fight these evil forces!" Lü Ming said passionately
, standing up, eager to take action immediately.
Old Dong chimed in, "I agree with this! Count me in!"
Guo Hongjian pondered for a moment, then finally nodded, saying, "Although we shouldn't delay, we should still plan ahead."
They discussed the details of the escape. Around dawn, Lü Ming escorted Luo Jinglong and Guo Hongjian back to their cells.
After he left, seeing no one around, Old Dong hurriedly ran to the rooftop of the duty room. He squatted by the steps,
quickly wrote a note in the beam of light from the tower, then took a carrier pigeon from the pigeon coop on the rooftop, put the note inside, and released it.
The pigeon quickly disappeared into the pre-dawn darkness. Old Dong stood up; his earlier shrewdness was now masked by his aged face
. He coughed, slowly walked down the rooftop, muttering, "It's getting cold; it's quite chilly tonight."
Chu Fei and Ali in the hospital were unaware of the series of events unfolding outside.
Lang Tou and Xing Hao, however, were searching everywhere for Luo Jinglong's whereabouts.
The night was deep, but Xing Hao was not asleep. His beautiful, naked body leaned against the headboard. Suddenly, he heard a
slight noise outside the window. He nimbly jumped up, grabbed a dark-patterned silk scarf, wrapped it around his waist, and went to the balcony.
A carrier pigeon! Xing Hao's eyes lit up. He took the note, waved, and released the pigeon. Looking at the note, a smile appeared on his lips
, but it was an eerie smile.
He went back into the room, picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and the small flame glowed a bewitching red in the darkness. Xing Hao
picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number.
The person who answered was Chen Yong from Xishanmen.
Xing Hao said in a low voice, "Tomorrow night at midnight, Luo Jinglong will escape from the detention center where Wen Sen is. Take men and capture him, bring him back
to Xishanmen, and await his fate."
Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating his gentle, handsome face. A sinister smile played in his eyes, sending chills down one's spine.
He leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke, making him even more indistinct in the night.
"Still up so late?" Langtou's deep, magnetic voice came from behind him.
"Ah! I'm asking a friend who used to work at the police station to see if he has any news about Jinglong." Xing Hao put down the phone without turning around
, regretting in his complacency that he hadn't noticed Langtou's arrival behind him.
Langtou sighed, "Don't overwork yourself. You need to rest for a while."
Xing Hao turned around, looking at Langtou standing before him. This Tibetan man was tall and imposing, exuding a sense of security and stability even in the darkness
. His clothes were open, revealing his broad chest and muscles. He carried
the distinctive scent of Tibetans, a slightly pungent odor that only accentuated his masculinity.
Xing Hao disliked the man's smell, but smiled easily. He slowly approached Langtou, slipping his slender
fingers, holding a cigarette, inside Langtou's clothes. "You can't sleep either, can you?"
"Mmm..." Lang Tou mumbled an agreement, leaning back, but Xing Hao grabbed him.
He swallowed his humiliation.
"Let me help you relax!" Xing Hao took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling a hazy cloud of smoke, then shoved
it into Lang Tou's mouth. His hands then began to penetrate deeper into Lang Tou's body. He knew all of this too well; he knew
everything about this man. He had gained the glory and power of the Great Banner Sect, and the trust, through this.
Lang Tou took a deep drag of his cigarette, feeling enveloped in an intense tenderness. He felt a surge of heat,
his heart racing. "Hao, we...we shouldn't do this...this...this isn't good..." Lang Tou's breathing quickened
; his blood was boiling from the teasing and arousal of the beautiful man before him.
"Who's not good? Is it you or me?" Xing Hao was gentle yet resolute. He knew very well that anyone in this kind of relationship...
A deep sense of guilt washed over him, yet he wanted the other to feel like he had committed a grave sin, to owe him an emotional debt—a debt
perhaps to be repaid with his life.
His hand grasped Lang Tou's erect penis, already stiff and ready to be caressed.
Lang Tou remained silent; he loved the man before him, a fact he couldn't deny. His body
responded , his plan to end this troubling relationship shattered once more. There was no going back, no
going back to the way things were, the kind of friendship they once shared. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, tilted his head back, and forcefully pressed Xing Hao
down . A smug smile played on Xing Hao's lips as he obediently knelt down, placing the hot, hard penis
into his mouth.
"Oh...ah..." Lang Tou let out a ecstatic groan, involuntarily thrusting his body, plunging his enormous penis
deep into Xing Hao's mouth.
"Officer Guo, life here is pretty good, isn't it?" Mo Tian, accompanied by prison guards Lü Ming and Lao Dong, arrived at the cell door
. The attack by the Daqi Gate last night had enraged him, but obtaining Luo Jinglong from the Daqi Gate was an unexpected bonus. He
rushed over immediately after receiving A-Qiang's report.
"Mo Tian, don't be too smug. The net of heaven is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it!" Guo Hongjian said coldly. Mo Tian
laughed wildly. He put a cigar in his mouth, and Lao Dong took out a lighter to light it for him, but Mo Tian turned to look at the handsome prison guard Lü Ming
standing beside him. Lü Ming had no choice but to take the lighter from Lao Dong and light the cigar for Mo Tian.
"You're new here, aren't you? How old are you?" Mo Tian blew a puff of cigar smoke into Lü Ming's face, leering.
"Reporting, Officer Mo, I graduated from the Armed Police Academy, and I'm twenty-three years old this year," Lü Ming took a step back and stood at attention.
Mo Tian pulled Lü Ming into his arms, saying, "Look how rampant these criminals are! Tell your warden, Wen, to keep a close
watch on them ."
Lü Ming glanced at Guo Hongjian and Luo Jinglong in the cell, thinking of their escape plan for the night, and could only suppress his anger, saying, "Yes,
Chief Mo, I'll remember your words."
Mo Tian burst into laughter again. The restless struggles of the young prison guard in his arms excited him even more. Unable to suppress the burning
desire in his heart, he forcefully hugged the young prison guard, saying, "Alright, is your warden, Wen, here? Come on, come with me to his office and wait for him
to return ."
Lü Ming was secretly alarmed. Had his plan been discovered?!
After leaving the guard area, Old Dong locked the iron gates, deliberately delaying them. Mo Tian led Lü Ming into Warden Wen's office, and
as soon as they entered, Mo Tian locked the door behind him.
The room was luxuriously decorated, with batons and ropes on a desk, clearly indicating that Mo Tian had been prepared.
Lu Ming hurriedly said, "Chief Mo, I'm on duty, so I'll take my leave now."
Mo Tian stared at Lu Ming with eyes like a hungry wolf. "Just stay with me for a while, I've already spoken to your station chief.
Staying with me here is more important than going to work." As he spoke, he twisted Lu Ming's arm and pressed it against the table.
Lu Ming struggled, but he was no match for Mo Tian. His hands were twisted behind his back, and Lu Ming couldn't help but say, "Let go!"
But then, he thought of his escape plan for the night. If something went wrong now...
Just as he hesitated, a rope was already around his neck, wrapped around his arms, and tied him up. Mo
Tian held his mouth shut, picked up a baton from the table, and shoved it into his mouth. He laughed and said, "Eat this first! You'll eat mine later
!"
His legs were also tied with rope. Mo Tian unbuckled his belt, and his pants were pulled down. He trembled all over, and
let out a groan of resistance with the baton in his mouth.
But it was all too late. Mo Tian spat on his hard, thick penis and then approached Lu Ming's body.
Lu Ming felt a tearing pain in his anus, his screams muffled by the stick in his mouth. The fleshy rod pierced his body
, beginning to pound violently, causing his body, pinned to the table, to tremble. Intense pain coursed through his body, and Lu Ming
could only bite down on the baton in his mouth, forcibly enduring it.
After losing several sex slaves, Mo Tian's long-suppressed desires were unleashed on Lu Ming.
After a long period of sodomy, Lu Ming was dragged from the table to the floor. The young prison guard lay supine on the magenta carpet, his
uniform undone. Mo Tian's hands kneaded Lu Ming's tender, youthful body, then he climbed on top of him, his penis entering him once more
.
In a dizzying moment, the baton was pulled from his mouth, replaced by Mo Tian's swollen, hard penis. Lü Ming tried to resist the
penis, which was dripping with the pungent smell of semen, but his struggles only excited Mo Tian more. He shouted and poured streams of semen into Lü Ming
's mouth, the gushing semen spraying continuously. Lü Ming was forced to swallow the viscous liquid, more of it overflowing from the corners of his mouth
, running down his supposedly handsome face.
Mo Tian finally left Lü Ming's body, putting on his clothes and leaving the raped Lü Ming there. Lü Ming's hands and feet
were bound with ropes, unable to move, filled with humiliation as Mo Tian, having vented his lust, watched and played with him.
Mo Tian sat in a chair, finished a cigar, and then came over to untie the ropes binding Lü Ming's hands and feet. Lü Ming struggled to get
up put on his clothes, the excruciating pain in his lower body causing his face to contort in agony. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the semen from his face.
Mo Tian watched with a smile as Lü Ming finished everything. He walked up to Lü Ming, took a drag of his cigarette, turned Lü Ming's face, and suddenly
kissed him. He blew the cigarette smoke into Lü Ming's mouth, causing Lü Ming to cough and his face to turn bright red. A triumphant laugh followed, and Vincent walked into
the office.
Lü Ming silently straightened his armed police uniform and walked past Vincent. As soon as he stepped outside, tears of humiliation streamed down his face
uncontrollably .
At midnight, in the warden's office of the detention center, Mo Tian and Vincent were feasting. Lü Ming and Lao Dong's plan unfolded
at this moment. The cell doors were opened, and Lao Dong was responsible for guarding the remaining prisoners.
Lü Ming along with Guo Hongjian and Luo Jinglong, bypassed the patrol checkpoints and escaped from the detention center through the back door. Just minutes after Lü Ming and the two left, Xing Hao appeared outside the detention center with Lang Tou, accompanied by more than a dozen young men in tight-fitting clothes, all of whom were Xing Hao's trusted confidants cultivated in the Daqi Sect. "What are we doing here?" Lang Tou asked, looking at the high barbed wire fence surrounding the detention center. "Could it be...?" Xing Hao nodded. "I received news yesterday that Jing Long is being held here." Lang Tou gritted his teeth and said, "Since we're already here, let's go all the way and kill Vincent too." With that, he waved his hand and led the others...

Approaching the detention center gates!
At this moment, Lü Ming, Guo Hongjian, and Luo Jinglong were struggling to move through the darkness. Because they didn't have the keys to their shackles, Luo Jinglong
and Guo Hongjian remained bound in chains. The shackles on Jinglong further hampered his strength, making escape extremely
difficult. The three of them had barely made it through three streets and were just about to find a place to unlock the shackles when Chen Yong
and his Xishan gang suddenly appeared.
Jinglong's collarbone was pierced, Guo Hongjian's hands were cuffed behind his back, and both of them were dragging their feet in shackles. Lü Ming was left alone, no match for Chen Yong's
group . But Chen Yong's gang didn't linger. A few men held off Lü Ming while the rest rushed towards Luo Jinglong,
their true target. In just a few rounds, Luo Jinglong was in their hands. They had prepared duct tape to
gag the boy, stuffed him into a speeding car, and drove off, leaving Lü Ming and Guo Hongjian on the ground.
Inside the detention center, Ah Qiang, who had gone to the restroom, suddenly saw Lang Tou and Daqimen's men descend from the sky and screamed in fright.
Chaos erupted instantly.
Mo Tian and Vincent, hearing the commotion, came out to investigate and bumped into Lang Tou, Xing Hao, who was rushing upstairs. Lang Tou, concerned for Luo Jinglong's safety,
saw that their hiding place was exposed and roared, pouncing on the two like a tiger.
Mo Tian, terrified by Lang Tou's imposing presence, retreated hastily, his fear overwhelming him. He abandoned the screaming Vincent and
fled.
Vincent, also panicked, didn't even have time to draw his gun before Lang Tou punched him in the chest. He screamed and fell to
the ground , unable to get up.
Lang Tou stomped on Vincent and demanded, "Where are you keeping Luo Jinglong?"
Vincent hurriedly replied, "...in...in cell number 7 on the first floor on the north side..."
Lang Tou snorted, threw Vincent aside, and rushed towards the cell.
Vincent tried to escape, but Xing Hao silently approached from the side. A flash of light, and Vincent's body
went , collapsing onto the ornate carpet. Xing Hao's eyes gleamed; without hesitation, he also ran towards the cell.
The cell door was kicked open by a burly man dressed in Tibetan attire. Old Dong, the prison guard, trembled with fear, taking a few steps back and hiding
behind . He pointed to a person lying on their side in the corner and said, "...there...there..."
Lang Tou, upon seeing Luo Jinglong, was captivated. Seeing him lying motionless on the bed, facing inward, he assumed he was injured and rushed forward
to support him asking, "Jinglong, how are you?"
Just then, the person on the bed suddenly rolled over, and a dagger stabbed Lang Tou in the abdomen. Lang Tou was shocked and retreated hastily.
Old Dong rushed up behind him and grabbed him from behind. Lang Tou couldn't break free, and the two fell to the ground together.
At Liu Meng's command, the prisoners swarmed forward, pinning Lang Tou to the ground and binding him tightly with several thick ropes
.
Liu Meng laughed wildly, "I never thought I'd capture the number one expert of the Great Banner Sect!"
Hou Bin chuckled, "And he's Tibetan!" As he spoke, he reached for the headscarf on Lang Tou's forehead, but Lang Tou roared and kicked him
, sending him flying. When others checked on him, his eyes had rolled back, and he was clearly not going to live.
The others panicked, and Old Dong quickly ordered his men to hold down the struggling Lang Tou, locking his ankles in shackles
and handcuffing his hands as well.
Langtou could no longer struggle and shouted, "Who are you people?"
Old Dong still dared not get too close to Langtou, saying from a distance, "We are from the Xishan Party. Now your Daqi Sect is completely
in our hands, and Haoxue Temple only has Mo Tian and that bald monk Huijue left. This place will soon be ours!"
Upon hearing this, Langtou immediately thought of Xing Hao still outside and hurriedly shouted, "Xing Hao, be careful of an ambush!"
A gentle voice came from the doorway, "There is no one named Xing Hao here." The person who came was gentle and beautiful, and his face
shone with an eerie light in the darkness.
"You...you..." Langtou, bound by ropes, looked at the familiar man in front of him.
Xing Hao smiled and said, "If Tie Hui were here, I wouldn't be able to keep up the act. I am Xing Hao, the son of Ghost Head Luo Ba, and
the leader of the Xishan Sect. Langtou, you didn't expect that, did you?!"
Langtou looked at the smug man in front of him in astonishment, his eyes seeming to spit blood. He gritted his teeth and said, "
What ?"
Xinghao replied, "He's in my hands now too." He elegantly took a cigar from Old Dong's hand and
lit it . The flame flickered and vanished, and in the swirling smoke, he still seemed as beautiful and charming as ever. "Add another pair of shackles to him;
this guy is tough to deal with," he ordered his men.
Langtou's hands and feet were immediately shackled again, the heavy chains making it difficult for him to move.
Liu Meng reached into Langtou's robe and pinched his crotch hard. Langtou couldn't dodge, his face flushed with anger. "Get out of here
!"
But he couldn't move his limbs, so Liu Meng groped his crotch for a while, then said reluctantly, "The sect leader must
have already tasted this guy."
Seeing Liu Meng's lecherous look, Xing Hao frowned unhappily, but then smiled and said, "He's a real man,
it's just that doesn't smell good. You've done a great job, take him back so everyone can enjoy him!"
Liu Meng was overjoyed. Seeing that Lang Tou was struggling and still wanted to argue with Xing Hao, he used a thick rope to tightly wrap
several times around Lang Tou's mouth, preventing him from speaking or shouting. The group of people escorted Lang Tou out of the detention center.
This time, Xing Hao brought all his close confidants, and after a period of maneuvering, the established forces within the Great Banner Sect had been
completely dismantled by Xing Hao.
Lang Tou, dragging his heavy double handcuffs, moved slowly, constantly being shoved from behind. He glared angrily
as Xing Hao walked past him, his mouth, bound with thick hemp rope, uttering furious sounds.
In the long, endless night of the early morning
, Lü Ming, his body aching, supported his handcuffed hands while Guo Hongjian, his feet dragging iron shackles, watched the car that had hijacked Luo Jinglong disappear
into the darkness.
"What do we do?" The night wind was cold, and his injuries throbbed. Lü Ming gasped for breath, asking Guo Hongjian beside him.
"Unlock my handcuffs first, let's get out of here," Guo Hongjian said.
As the two were talking, a figure suddenly darted out from a side alley. The man, dressed in a disheveled police uniform and
panting heavily , was Mo Tian, whom Lang Tou had frightened away from the detention center. He had just called Hui Jue and was anxiously waiting for
reinforcements at the street corner.
Upon seeing the two, Mo Tian was initially startled, but then noticed the iron chains on Guo Hongjian's hands and feet, and quickly calmed down. A
plan formed in his mind.
Seeing Mo Tian rushing over in a fit of rage, Lü Ming had no time to think and could only fight back. But how could he be a match for Mo Tian?
Guo Hongjian was shackled and couldn't help him, yet he didn't want to escape either. Seeing Lü Ming being knocked to the ground by Mo Tian, Guo
Hongjian stepped in front of him and said, "Take me back if you want, let him go!"
Mo Tian laughed disdainfully, "Both of you are in my grasp, who's going to bargain with you?!" With that, he punched and
kicked Guo Hongjian until he fell to the ground. "I, Mo Tian, have escaped death, it's truly a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. How could a few petty thieves overthrow Hao Xue Temple
! I'll invite you two to my other residence and give you a proper welcome. Officer Guo, you must be
interested in seeing it, right?"
Mo Tian pulled off Lü Ming's belt and tied the young prison guard's arms behind his back. Then he pulled down Lü Ming's pants. Lü Ming
struggled fiercely, but he was completely powerless to resist. A pool of wet saliva dripped onto his buttocks. Mo Tian violently
thrust into his buttocks again. He could only grit his teeth and try his best not to make a sound.
On the midnight street, the wicked scene chilled Guo Hongjian to the bone. He struggled and cursed, "You beast!"
Mo Tian thrust into him with abandon, saying, "Officer Guo, don't worry, soon you will become my plaything too!"
Satisfied with his lust, Mo Tian tore off Lü Ming's shorts, wiped his penis, and then stuffed the wad of cloth soaked in semen
into Guo Hongjian's mouth.
At this moment, a car headlight flashed in the distance. Mo Tian knew that reinforcements had arrived, and a wicked
smile appeared on his crazed face. "Sooner or later, I will wipe you all out one by one!" he thought hatefully.
As dawn approached, the city was shrouded in an even deeper darkness.
Chen Yong of the Xishan Gang had a private company, and the secret room inside was brightly lit.
The doors and windows of the secret room were tightly shut, and smoke filled the air under a bright, glaring spotlight. The room reeked of tobacco and blood.
Chen Yong and his men were torturing Luo Jinglong, the boy they had kidnapped.
"Ah---!" A scream escaped the tormented boy's lips as blood seeped from his collarbone, which was bound by shackles, flowing down his
muscular chest and abdomen.
Luo Jinglong, the burly young man from the Great Banner Sect, was bound to a cross-shaped wooden rack with ropes tightly binding his
wrists and ankles.
Chen Yong yanked hard on the chains binding his collarbone and genitals, teasingly saying, "Whose gift is this for you
! It's quite alluring to wear!" As he spoke, he squeezed Luo Jinglong's swaying penis
, repeatedly rubbing it in his hand.
The penis gradually swelled under the stimulation of his fingers, but then became extremely uncomfortable due to the restraint of the penis ring. The throbbing in his lower body
grew stronger and stronger. Luo Jinglong gritted his teeth, trying his best to endure it. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his nostrils flared violently
, emitting suppressed hisses.
Chen Yong's hands became even more blatant, making the young penis even harder in his hand. He leaned close to Luo Jinglong's flushed
face and said, "Scream out! If you beg for mercy, I'll take this longevity lock off for you!"
Luo Jinglong remained silent, large beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his chest heaved violently.
"What? Trying to be a tough guy?" Chen Yong said with a sneer. "Then I'll play with you!"
He winked at one of his men behind him. The man, who was in his early twenties, had a pale and thin face. He walked over, knelt
in front of Luo Jinglong, who was tied to the rack, opened his mouth, and put the penis that was eagerly waiting in the ring into his mouth
.
Luo Jinglong felt an uneasy heat rising in his lower body, but the excitement brought even greater pain and torment. His face
contorted in agony, blood trickling from his clenched teeth, a salty, metallic taste filling his mouth.
Chen Yong lit a cigarette, blowing smoke onto Luo Jinglong's sweat-drenched face, and sneered, "
A hot-blooded young man like you, let's see how long you can endure this!"
The attendant performing oral sex on the boy below exerted even more force, his tongue licking Luo Jinglong's glans, making the penis slide in and out of his mouth
rapidly . The boy's penis was as hard as iron under his sucking, but the base was restricted by the glans ring, and the entire penis
had turned purplish-red from engorgement.
Chen Yong stroked the boy's strong, heaving chest, "The person who put this torture device on you wants to control you! You know
, I want to too. Haha..." As he spoke, his fingers gripped the iron chain on Luo Jinglong's chest and pulled it violently again.
Luo Jinglong could no longer endure it and screamed in agony. He gasped for breath, gritting his teeth as he cursed, "You bastard Chen, I wish I could
..." Before he could finish, Chen Yong grabbed his chin, blowing a puff of cigarette smoke into the
boy's mouth and down his throat. Caught off guard, Luo Jinglong coughed violently, his body trembling as
a large amount of semen gushed out.
The henchman deftly dodged, chuckling, "Oh! You came so quickly, almost got it on him, you're so wicked
!"
The surrounding crowd laughed heartily. The humiliated Luo Jinglong screamed and struggled in agony, sweat soaking his hair
and clinging to his face. Looking at the pack of wolf-like, ruthless enemies before him, he closed his eyes in despair.
Night gradually faded, but no sunlight shone. It was a cold, bleak autumn morning. The sky was overcast, thick, dark clouds pressing down,
making it hard to breathe. In the distance, hidden by trees, stood a sinister building. The high walls stood indifferently,
coldly welcoming the speeding black sedan.
Mo Tian led Guo Hongjian and Lü Ming out of the car.
The group looked up; the grand gatehouse's red doors were tightly shut.
Mo Tian shoved Lü Ming, whose arms were bound behind his back, up the steps, followed by two burly men escorting Guo Hongjian. Mo Tian
, whose experiences had varied greatly
, strode in. On either side of the wide passage stood ten of his elite
men, all around thirty years old, bald, bare-chested, with thick chests and black
body hair, wearing black leather pants and boots.
Several bald, burly men immediately approached and led Guo Hongjian and Lü Ming deeper into the courtyard.
Lü Ming was led into a stone chamber. The walls were made of massive stones, and a high, narrow skylight let in a sliver of gray
light.
"I hope you can adapt to the environment here soon!" Mo Tian regained his usual arrogance. He smoked a cigar and watched as
his bald subordinate pushed Lü Ming down onto a pile of tattered mattresses in the corner and tied Lü Ming up with rope,
including his feet.
The room was dark and damp, the bedding on the floor was damp and moldy. A thug tore off a wad of cotton cloth and shoved it into Lü Ming's
mouth.
Mo Tian glanced at Lü Ming, who was bound and lying across the room, and then ordered the thugs, "Keep a close watch!" He then turned
to Guo Hongjian, who was being held hostage by burly men behind him, and said, "Now, we'll entertain you!"
Guo Hongjian was taken into another room, slightly larger than the one where Lü Ming was imprisoned. Torture instruments and chains hung on the walls
, and two menacing thugs stood guard with their shirts open and hands on their hips—clearly a place for torture.
The shackles on his hands and feet were removed, and the two burly thugs twisted Guo Hongjian's arms, pressing them against two iron rings
spaced , binding them with ropes. His feet were also tied to iron rings in the corners of the wall in the same way.
"Officer Guo, didn't you want to experience my methods?" Mo Tian said with a sinister grin. "Let's begin now!"
Two burly men, each holding a wooden stick, approached Guo Hongjian. With a "whoosh," they roughly ripped open his
clothes , exposing his strong, well-proportioned body to the enemy's clubs.
Guo Hongjian's limbs were bound to the wall in a spread-eagle position. His mouth, stuffed with underwear, emitted angry sounds, but then,
a wooden stick struck his abdomen hard. He groaned in pain, doubled over, and then his hairy, muscular chest
received another heavy blow. As Guo Hongjian's body thrashed and trembled wildly between the ropes, the iron rings binding his hands
and feet slammed against the wall, making a grating sound. With Mo Tian's triumphant laughter, sticks rained down on Guo Hongjian's
body.
Chen Yong pulled on the chains, causing the boy's penis, chained to them, to swing back and forth, its limp penis
dripping semen in vain. The cold liquid flowed down the boy's inner thighs, causing a slight tingling sensation.
"From now on, you are my slave. Today is a welcome feast for you. If you dare to resist, there are even better things waiting for you!" Chen Yong
said viciously.
"Pah!" Luo Jinglong spat at Chen Yong.
Chen Yong dodged to the side, grinning maliciously. Suddenly, he grabbed Luo Jinglong's hair and ordered someone to shove a used condom into
the boy's mouth. The condom was full of milky white liquid, and the outside was sticky with dirty secretions. Luo Jinglong felt
a burning sensation in his mouth and almost vomited. But his mouth was held in place by Chen Yong's large hand. The condom was forced into
his mouth , and the attendant who was performing oral sex on him approached with a grin, sticking his mouth out and
blowing air into the condom that was sticking out of Jinglong's mouth. The condom expanded in the boy's mouth, pressing against his upper and lower jaws, and then the mouth was tied shut
.
"What? You have a problem with that? Spit it out on me!" Chen Yong said arrogantly, looking at Luo Jinglong's angry and painful expression.
His mouth was forced open, unable to close, his tongue licking the sticky secretions, leaving no room to move. With the slightest force,
his teeth would break the inflatable cover, causing more semen to flow into his mouth. The boy was forced to keep his mouth wide open,
unable to a sound, only able to endure Chen Yong's humiliation.
"Come on! Spit it out!" Chen Yong knew the boy didn't want the cover to break, and teased him even more.
The boy trembled with rage. Just then, Chen Yong, leering, suddenly pressed the cigarette butt against the boy's chest.
"Ugh!" Luo Jinglong's body jerked backward, a painful groan escaping his nostrils.
Chen Yong burned the cigarette butt back and forth on the boy's chest, plumes of smoke rising from his body, filling the room with the stench of burning
flesh . A cruel light flashed in Chen Yong's eyes as he watched Luo Jinglong's body, stretched taut in a bowed position, struggling to endure. "
You are my plaything!" Chen Yong said, each word distinct. "You're a beast! Understand?"
*Snap!* The condom burst open in his mouth, spurting thick liquid from the corner of his lips.
The people around him burst into laughter. The boy roared, struggling violently. Another muffled thud followed as
a rope binding his arm snapped. Caught off guard, Chen Yong stumbled back several steps. His henchmen quickly grabbed Luo Jinglong
and began punching and kicking him.
"Using cowhide ropes! A bunch of useless trash!" Regaining his composure, Chen Yong roared angrily, remembering his earlier blunder.
Luo Jinglong was bound tightly with cowhide ropes, each tendon digging deep into his muscles; this time, he couldn't move an inch
. The boy, seeing Chen Yong's embarrassed expression, spat out the filth from his mouth and arrogantly cursed, "You good-for-nothing! You're
the lowly slave!"
The boy's mouth was immediately gagged, and several condoms, sticky with filth and smeared with toilet paper, were stuffed into his mouth.
At Chen Yong's command, a roaring charcoal fire was lit in the nearby iron bucket, several iron skewers stuck inside, glowing a dark
red.
Chen Yong composed himself and said sternly, "Don't be arrogant! You'll be in for a world of hurt soon!"
The attendant beside him began toying with Luo Jinglong's sticky penis again, watching the fire gradually intensify.
Chen Yong pulled an iron skewer from the charcoal fire; the iron stamp on the tip was glowing red-hot. He held the branding iron close to the boy's cheek
. Luo Jinglong felt a wave of intense heat wash over him. He saw a clear "Chen" character on the branding iron, and his
muscles tensed, while his lower body became even harder under the attendant's manipulation.
"You can even enjoy this, huh?" Chen Yong chuckled, moving the branding iron towards Luo Jinglong's erect young penis.
Under the intense heat, the boy's penis swelled even more, and the attendant quickly and vigorously stroked it. With a few groans from Luo Jinglong
, streams of semen shot onto the red-hot branding iron, emitting puffs of acrid smoke.
Chen Yong, watching the still-breathing Luo Jinglong, suddenly pressed the branding iron against the boy's muscular chest. Despite his mouth being gagged,
the boy still let out a muffled, agonizing roar. His body trembled violently, the branding iron on his chest hissing as it burned
, billowing white smoke, filling the room with the smell of burning flesh. Luo Jinglong finally lost consciousness.
A bucket of cold water roused the boy, water droplets dripping from his chin onto his chest, branded with the character "Chen." His skin was charred
, flesh torn and bleeding. Bound by the sinew ropes, his body couldn't move. Luo Jinglong slumped his head helplessly,
the remaining semen slowly dripping from his penis, forming a thin, weak, shimmering white line. The sky remained overcast, and a cold wind blew in through the narrow window above the stone chamber. The bald guard lit a cigarette, his eyes gleaming with lust as he sized up the handsome prison guard imprisoned in the cell. He peered
out , glancing around the empty corridor. The corridor was silent, save for the faint sounds of torture being inflicted in the distance.

The guard turned and glanced at the prisoners in the cell again, swallowed hard, and finally slowly walked over.
He walked to Lü Ming, who was bound hand and foot, squatted down, and carefully examined Lü Ming's handsome face.
Lü Ming, had his eyes slightly closed, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. His mouth was stuffed with a rag, and his nostrils flared from heavy breathing
. The guard took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke towards the beautiful prisoner.
A pungent smell of cheap tobacco woke Lü Ming. The burly man in front of him looked at him with a lewd grin. His resistance was futile.
The hand began to caress his body, and then pulled down his pants.
Seeing Lü Ming's buttocks smeared with semen and filth, the guard became even more excited. He panted and began to take off his
boots and black leather pants, revealing an ugly, foul-smelling, fat penis standing on Lü Ming's head.
Lu Ming immediately smelled a pungent, sour odor mixed with leather emanating from a pair of feet clad in white nylon socks.
Bound and gagged, Lu Ming lay at the guard's feet, those feet standing before him. The white socks, stained yellow with sweat and grime,
were acrid and yellowed. The young prison guard inhaled the strong smell, unable to escape.
Misfortune struck again. The guard began to sodomize the bound guard. The stinging pain made his body tense.
With each violent thrust, the guard's hands reached inside Lu Ming's disheveled police uniform, caressing and kneading his body.
Perhaps fearing discovery, the bald guard quickly ejaculated into Lu Ming's body, but he didn't
stop . He flipped Lu Ming over, making him lie face up on the damp bedding, while he sat on Lu Ming
's bound chest, placing his hairy legs on top of him, and fondling Lu Ming's beautiful face with those foul-smelling, damp socks.
Lu Ming struggled and dodged, groaning in dissatisfaction through his mouth stuffed with rags.
The bald guard, increasingly aroused, covered Lu Ming's nostrils with his foot, forcing him to inhale the sour smell of the socks. Lu Ming's
mouth and nose were tightly covered, and the wet, sticky foot rubbed against his face. Forced to smell the stinky socks, Lu Ming's body inexplicably
became aroused. He tried his best to stop the shameful changes in his body, but the guard noticed.
"So you like my stinky socks!" the bald guard said, teasing Lu Ming's crotch with his foot. He felt the other
's penis become even harder and more erect, and he couldn't help but get aroused again, his own penis swelling.
The guard's penis once again thrust into Lu Ming's semen-filled anus. After several rounds of lubrication, the guard thrust rapidly,
while simultaneously reaching out to grasp and manipulate Lu Ming's penis. Lu Ming's will gradually blurred, and excited groans escaped from his stuffed mouth
.
In the torture chamber, Guo Hongjian was covered in bruises, his chest and abdomen swollen and bruised. With each blow,
a weak groan escaped his gagged mouth.
"This is what happens when you oppose me!" Mo Tian stopped the thugs, stepped forward, unzipped Guo Hongjian's pants, and stuffed
the cigar into the young man's underwear. He coldly watched Guo Hongjian struggle in pain, a cruel smile playing on his lips
. "You enjoy this for now, I'll go call your companions!" He then waved to the thugs on either side, "Keep beating him!
"
The wooden stick slammed heavily onto Guo Hongjian's thick, hairy legs. The young man groaned in pain, unable to stand, the ropes binding his arms pulling
him as if he were about to be torn apart.
The two thugs began to pull down his pants. Guo Hongjian's entire weight was on his arms, making him unable to resist. They listened to
the thugs' lewd whispers, lustfully admiring his tortured, naked body. They began to caress Guo
Hongjian 's body, kneading his nipples, penis, and testicles hidden among his dark, downy pubic hair.
The once vigorous young man, so defiant under the blows, was now utterly powerless, helplessly watching his penis become erect under
their manipulation.
Just then, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open, and a disheveled Lü Ming was dragged in. His prison guard uniform was in disarray
, his arms were bound tightly, a short rope was tied between his legs, his erect penis was tied with rope, and two large leather boots dangled from
his body, swinging back and forth with his movements. A pair of dirty, yellowed socks were clenched in his mouth, and his eyes were unfocused and dazed as he stared ahead.
"Look at your companion, he's adapted well to life here!" Mo Tian shouted.
The bald guard behind him yelled, "Kneel down!"
Lü Ming's handsome face contorted, and he slowly knelt on the ground.
Guo Hongjian looked at the beautiful young man, tortured to the point of despair, and felt his blood boil with rage. But
what awaited him was even more cruel torture and humiliation.
His hands and feet were freed from the iron rings, and the thugs threatened, "If you want your companion to live, stay still!"
Then, Guo Hongjian's clothes were stripped off, and he was bound tightly with hemp rope. A noose was tightened around his neck
, and he was led to Lü Ming and Mo Tian.
Mo Tian arrogantly looked at the prisoner before him. The thugs beside him tried to make him kneel, but Guo
Hongjian he was mercilessly beaten to the ground, and the ropes
were tightened even more tightly around his hairy chest, abdomen, thighs, calves, and feet.
Mo Tian squatted down and grasped Guo Hongjian's still-erect penis. "Your cock is pretty good, but you need to know how to use it properly
."
Guo Hongjian felt a shiver run through his body as his genitals grew larger under Mo Tian's rough manipulation. Bound
and unable to struggle or resist, a guard beside him stomped a dirty foot on his face. The young man was being manipulated,
gradually being forced to climax.
Kneeling before Guo Hongjian, Lü Ming couldn't bear to see his companion so humiliated and painfully turned his face away, but was immediately grabbed by
the hair and forced to watch this cruel scene.
A can of lubricant was smeared on Guo Hongjian's angry, erect penis. Mo Tian rubbed his glans while ordering
the kneeling guard, "Sit on it!" "No!" Lü
Ming
struggled, letting out painful cries through his mouth, which was filled with a sock.
The guard immediately stuffed the sock into his mouth, silencing him. Two thugs lifted him up and placed him on
top of Guo Hongjian, making him squat.
"Either let him fuck you, or let him be unable to fuck anyone else. The choice is yours!" Mo Tian pulled a sharp dagger from his waist
and brandished it among Guo Hongjian's thick pubic hair.
Lü Ming, biting the salty taste of his sock, his eyes filled with tears, could feel the hot, hard rod touching his
firm , round buttocks. His body trembled in pain as he looked at Guo Hongjian, who, unable to speak, shook his head vigorously. Beside him…
The guard kicked him hard in the face, and blood immediately streamed down his cheek.
"Sit down!" Mo Tian commanded.
Lü Ming slowly lowered his body, his hard penis plunging deep inside. Guo Hongjian groaned in despair. Lü Ming's body
began to sway slightly, desire overwhelming him. Guo Hongjian's eyes were tightly closed, yet he involuntarily thrust his body,
uttering intermittent groans.
Lü Ming's bound penis also struggled to become erect. He was completely immersed in Guo Hongjian's fierce assault.
The leather boots hanging from his penis rhythmically rose and fell against Guo Hongjian's lower abdomen, gradually increasing in speed. Finally, Guo Hongjian's body
stiffened . At the same moment, the two thugs beside him grabbed Lü Ming and abruptly pulled him away from Guo Hongjian's body.
The penis, covered in lubricant and secretions, struggled futilely in the air a few times before a large amount of semen shot out, landing on
his hairy chest and lower abdomen. Meanwhile, Lü Ming was brought before him, and under the guard's masturbation, Lü Ming's
semen sprayed onto Guo Hongjian's face.
Mo Tian watched as he toyed with these two handsome young men like a cat playing with mice, laughing triumphantly.
Guo Hongjian painfully turned his head away, his face covered in his companion's hot semen; the unbearable humiliation caused him to break down.
He saw tears glistening on Lü Ming's face, who was also bound hand and foot, his mouth stuffed with a sock.
But it wasn't over yet. Guo Hongjian's body was turned over, and a large amount of lubricant was stuffed into his anus. Mo Tian pulled down
his pants and shoved his erect penis into the young man's virgin anus. Despite the large amount of lubricant, the thick, hard penis still
caused Guo Hongjian excruciating pain. Mo Tian thrust even deeper, and Guo Hongjian let out a cry of agony and fainted.
But Mo Tian didn't stop, brutally fucking Guo Hongjian's ass even more. Shouting, "Wow! That feels so good!"
the thugs beside him couldn't resist and joined in, pulling the gag from Guo Hongjian's mouth and shoving their own penises into the unconscious youth
's mouth.
Guo Hongjian felt a wave of suffocation and coughed as he woke up. A hot rod was thrusting violently in his rear, pain spreading throughout his
body . Meanwhile, another penis was thrusting frantically in his mouth, its smelly, hairy abdomen slamming against his face
. He couldn't move; the double pain almost made him faint again.
The remaining two, feeling aroused, walked towards the helpless Lü Ming, who was bound to the side.
After cleaning up the mess at the detention center, it was already noon.
Xinghao returned to Daqimen with his men. Luo Jinglong and Lang Tou were captured, and the others had been eliminated. Daqimen was now completely
under the control of the Xishan Party. Xinghao walked into the council hall of the Great Banner Gate with a smile, sat in the head seat, and loudly proclaimed, "Bring
that prisoner here!"
With the clanking of chains, Lao Dong and Liu Meng escorted in the tall, burly Tibetan man, Langtou. Heavy shackles made
his movements difficult, and the ropes binding him made it impossible for him to struggle. He angrily glared at the rebels in the hall
, then fixed his gaze on Xinghao, who sat calmly on the high platform.
"The victor is king, the loser is a bandit! I am already a prisoner; kill me if you want, no need for further words!" Langtou said arrogantly.
Xinghao's face revealed a victor's smile. He lit a cigarette, took a leisurely puff, and said, "Although you are my prisoner
, we have worked together, and..." He slowly exhaled the smoke, still with his usual dreamlike elegance
.
"Shut up!" Langtou roared, looking at the man before him. "You spy! Traitor!"
Xinghao smiled dismissively. “You are heartless, so I cannot be unjust. As long as you surrender…”
“Don’t even think about it!” Langtou interrupted him.
Xinghao stood up, walked down from the platform, and came to the bound man. “Have you forgotten our friendship?
” There was a hint of sadness and resentment in his eyes, so beautiful it was breathtaking. “Have you forgotten the days and nights we spent together?
” he continued.
Langtou said hatefully, “Stop pretending, I…”
Before he could finish speaking, Xinghao suddenly kissed the big man’s lips. The man panicked and tried to dodge, but his face was held down, and the heavy
shackles on his body prevented him from moving. Xinghao’s tongue rolled around in his mouth for a while, “You still remember me, don’t you?
” Xinghao whispered dreamily. Langtou
woke up from his momentary daze. He swayed his body, broke free from Xinghao’s grasp, and spat the saliva in his mouth onto the ground.
"Don't flatter yourself, just kill me!"
"Oh?" Xinghao glanced at the man with seductive eyes, a sinister smile flashing across his face. "I'd like to see if I'm
just being delusional!" As he spoke, he reached into Langtou's leather robe. He knew the man's body well, every detail and feature of
his skin . His fingers skillfully slid between the taut muscles, his arms encircling the burly man into
his gentle embrace. His sweet tongue sucked on the man's ear, his breath like orchids, trying to break the man down.
The Tibetan man, bound and gagged, couldn't help but recall those hands, the coolness of that tongue, the delicate kisses, and the person
who had once made him feel like he was in heaven. Unconsciously, he found his body beginning to change.
"Stop!" Langtou struggled to control himself.
Xinghao chuckled, gently biting and tugging at the gold earring on Langtou's ear, his hands reaching into Langtou's crotch.
"Stop..." Langtou's voice softened, his eyes becoming hazy, involuntarily responding to Xinghao's kisses and caresses. The robes of
the twelve suspended figures, shrouded in desire , were loosened.
Xinghao removed Langtou's riding breeches, caressing his erect penis in his hand. Langtou called out "Xinghao
's" name, his eyes tender, completely immersed in desire.
Suddenly, Xinghao pulled away from Langtou's body, coldly laughing, "It's not me who's deluding myself, it's you!"
Passion and fervor remained, but reality struck. Shackled and bound by ropes, Langtou looked at everything before him in despair,
his penis standing erect in anger, causing him immense pain and humiliation. He roared, dragging his shackles, and charged at Xinghao
.
Xinghao nimbly dodged, while Lao Dong and Liu Meng behind him firmly held the Tibetan man down, pressing against his waist, making his erect
penis stand out prominently before everyone.
Lang Tou's face flushed red with anger. Old Dong chuckled and teased his fully erect penis, displaying it to
everyone .
A table was pushed behind Lang Tou, and he was forced back onto it. Old Dong's hand gripped his penis tightly, stroking
it forcefully.
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Lang Tou cursed Xing Hao, but immediately a hand grabbed his chin. Liu Meng grinned maliciously and grabbed the table...
The ashtray on the table was emptied of cigarette ash, butts, and matchsticks into Langtou's mouth. Langtou coughed violently,
panting, ashes spraying from his mouth and landing on his sweaty face. But the pain didn't stop there;
the greater from Lao Dong's brutal masturbation.
Langtou's penis swelled with blood under Lao Dong's thrusting. Lao Dong lit the last cigarette in the pack for himself,
then placed the empty pack over Langtou's penis. The remaining tobacco smeared onto the man's glans, biting and eroding his
penis, the stiff foil rubbing against it painfully.
The table shook violently, and Liu Meng punched the man's lower abdomen, forcing him to swallow the cigarette butts and other debris.
Langtou was powerless to resist; the cigarette butt stuck in his esophagus, causing him to gag repeatedly, and at the same time, he ejaculated. He was forced to
the front of the platform, too weak to resist, and knelt slumped at Xinghao's feet.
Outside the eerie buildings of Haoxue Temple, two men stood behind the high courtyard wall, secretly conversing.
Mo Tian and Hui Jue were discussing how to deal with the Xishan Gang, intending to take revenge. He had persuaded his master, Hui Jue, to personally lead the attack on
Chen Yong's stronghold of the Xishan Gang, thereby reclaiming Luo Jinglong of the Daqimen and using him to hold the Daqimen hostage. With Guo Hongjian already in
his hands, he could return to the police station openly, control both the underworld and the legitimate world, and deliver a fatal blow to the Xishan Gang and the Daqimen
.
The two talked for a long time before Hui Jue finally agreed. Thinking of the day when he could dominate the world after his great success, Mo Tian laughed wildly and hurriedly
said to his master, "I've just captured two traitors here, Master, you can play with them."
Hui Jue was overjoyed. Since Ba Sai broke into his bar stronghold, only a few people, including Hei Long, had escaped with Hui Jue. The stronghold of Hao Xue
Temple was located in a remote mountain area. Hui Jue, feeling lonely and drawn by the allure of power in the city, took refuge in the Zhetian Fortress built by Mo Tian with
several of .
After dinner, Hui Jue went to his slave quarters and ordered Guo Hongjian and Lü Ming to be brought in.
Soon, two young men, bound hand and foot, entered, ropes tied to their legs. Guo Hongjian
stood tall and aloof, shirtless, wearing grey prison trousers that revealed his well-defined muscles. Lü Ming was handsome and refined,
dressed in a police uniform, which made him appear even more dashing. Hui Jue was overcome with lust. He stepped forward, touched Lü Ming's face
, and kissed Guo Hongjian's. Bound and gagged with rags, the two men could not utter a sound and
could only submit to his will.
The rules of Hao Xue Temple dictate that all newcomers must shave their heads. However, Hui Jue's disciples, such as Hei Long, are all stout and obese
, while Mo Tian's subordinates, though broad-shouldered, are even more powerful and have thick body hair. Hui Jue knows that his disciple Mo Tian
intends to break free from his control and establish his own sect, so he has no goodwill towards Mo Tian's men.
Seeing the burly men standing nearby, he impatiently waved his hand and said, "You can all leave. Hei Long is enough here
."
After dismissing them, Hui Jue closed the door and immediately returned to Guo Hongjian and Lü Ming, who were bound hand and foot.
Hui Jue took out their penises and examined them closely. Seeing that Lü Ming's penis was delicate and cute, he couldn't resist putting it in his mouth
and sucking on it. Unable to endure it any longer, Lü Ming twisted his body in an attempt to resist, but Hei Long immediately stepped forward and pinned him down . A long rope passed
through a pulley on the roof beam above, securing the rope binding Lü Ming's hands. Pulling the rope, the young man's arms were tied behind his back and he was hoisted into the air. Lü Ming's penis dangled helplessly outside his pants. The rope tightened, and his entire body was suspended in the air. Hui Jue leaned forward , intending to continue sucking Lü Ming's penis, but Guo Hongjian tried desperately to stop him, only to be pinned down by Hei Long, who had Lü Ming secured. Hui Jue laughed, "What? Want to save him? Then you go first!" As he spoke, he took out a metal sleeve, a metal cylinder about ten centimeters long, with a mechanism that could be pulled open vertically. The thick metal outer shell was divided into two layers, hollow inside, with many small metal protrusions on the inner wall. A leather strap was attached to the end of the cylinder. He wrapped Guo Hongjian's penis, which was hanging outside his pants , inside the sleeve, closed the mechanism, and fastened the leather strap. The penis was immediately pulled painfully by the metal sleeve. Some stimulants were poured onto his penis. Huijue flipped the switch on the penile sheath; the outer ring held the young man's body in place, while the inner ring began to pump like a piston. Guo Hongjian's penis gradually hardened under the torment of the stimulants. He tried desperately to control himself, but he couldn't resist the power of the drugs and the torture of the instrument. His body trembled back and forth with the vibrations of the instrument , and he groaned. "This guy even subdued Tie Hui, how could he not handle you?" Huijue sighed regretfully, thinking of Tie Hui. At this moment, Mo Tian pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing the scene, he couldn't help but flatter him. "Master is truly brilliant. This kid is also a police officer. He was really hard after being arrested, but Master subdued him in no time. Look at him, looking like he's in ecstasy." "This policeman is your type, isn't he? Look at that chest hair, quite impressive. Are you willing to give it to me?" Huijue said with a smile . Mo Tian glanced at Guo Hongjian, a robust man covered in black hair, and felt a slight urge to join in. Knowing his master was testing him , he quickly smiled obsequiously, "As long as Master is happy, what's left is enough! How could I dare compete with Master!" Amidst their boisterous laughter, Hui Jue, full of self-importance, ordered Black Dragon, "Hang this officer up too!" Guo Hongjian, already bound, was arched backward, his hands and feet tied together in a horse-like position, and he was suspended high beside Lü Ming by ropes. His penis, due to the torture instruments and drugs, was fully erect, his waist thrusting uncontrollably in the air, drops of sticky fluid seeping from his purplish-red glans. Black Dragon hoisted him up, secured the ropes, and then shoved Guo Hongjian, slamming him against Lü Ming, who was hanging upside down to the side . Guo Hongjian's body swung over and bumped into Lü Ming, whose arms were tied behind his back. His hard, iron-like penis slammed into Lü Ming's chest. The sudden pressure and stimulation made Guo Hongjian even more excited, and he let out an excited yet painful groan through his mouth, which was stuffed with a smelly sock. Their bodies separated immediately, and when they collided a second time, Guo Hongjian's body tensed violently within the ropes binding him, his lower body convulsing instinctively. Semen splattered onto the ground and Lü Ming's uniform as he swayed. Guo Hongjian breathed heavily through his nostrils, his body drenched in sweat from the excruciating torture. But he then realized that it hadn't stopped. The vicious instrument was still thrusting back and forth, and his penis, still dripping with semen, became erect once more due to the torture device and the drugs.

This endless torture rapidly weakened Guo Hongjian's young body, his consciousness fading, his limbs, bound by
ropes, becoming numb. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest, and his body writhed helplessly in the air
. A pungent cloud of smoke assaulted his senses; caught off guard, Guo Hongjian inhaled deeply and coughed. His penis
ejaculated again during his struggle, and another pain shot through his chest. Black Dragon pressed the cigar butt against Guo Hongjian's body once more.
The Thirteen Pains of Burning:
A similarly vicious instrument of torture was fitted over Lü Ming's penis, his arms hoisted high, forcing him to stand on tiptoe
to maintain his balance. A viscous stimulant was poured onto the base of his penis. With each thrust of the penile sheath, desire quickly
spread throughout his body. His genitals trembled involuntarily, and his body swayed back and forth. Lü Ming tried to shake off the metal sheath
, but this only made his penis swell even more rapidly. His thighs spasmed
and throbbed in the air, the weight of his body causing his hanging arms to feel as if they were being torn apart. His body
arched , and semen gushed out with his muffled groans.
Black Dragon maliciously pushed Guo Hongjian, who was hanging in mid-air, towards Lü Ming again, letting Guo Hongjian's semen-covered penis touch and rub against
Lü Ming 's face. Guo Hongjian's body convulsed frequently under the stimulation, his dripping semen spraying haphazardly onto Lü Ming's face and body. Black Dragon laughed wildly and released his grip. Guo Hongjian's body swayed helplessly in the air, his genitals stubbornly reaching another climax under the
relentless torment of the sheath. Lu Ming's body convulsed incessantly, his handsome face soaked with sweat, and helpless moans escaped from his mouth stuffed with socks. Hui Jue unbuckled the prison guard's belt, pulled his trousers down to his feet, and began to assault him from behind. His wicked penis plunged into Lu Ming's ravaged body, and he began to thrust violently. Accompanied by the excited panting of the nearly sixty-year-old man, Lu Ming's body swayed in the air, his entire body lifted up by Hui Jue for deeper penetration. Painful groans escaped from his mouth stuffed with smelly socks; while being sodomized, Lu Ming's genitals trembled with excitement under the influence of drugs and torture instruments. Hui Jue wrapped his arms around his waist and brutally pounded his anus, his hands still occasionally teasing the young prison guard's aroused penis. Each touch from Hui Jue caused Lu Ming unbearable agony. Copious amounts of semen spurted ; Lu Ming's mind was hazy, awaiting the next humiliation. Huijue, thoroughly satisfied, injected his thick semen into Lü Ming and Guo Hongjian's bodies, their legs now suspended overhead. Night had unknowingly fallen, and the two tortured youths struggled and groaned under the onslaught of the crowd, unable to resist; even begging for mercy would only bring greater humiliation and torment. Huijue had already left sometime earlier. Before attacking the Xishan Gang, he had much work to do, and besides, this elderly monk had once been a notorious villain in the martial world; given his character, how could he easily risk his life for his disciple? Therefore , he needed to contact his allies and strengthen his power. After all, there were too many tempting things in the martial world waiting for him to possess and ravage. Mo Tian smiled obsequiously as he saw his master Huijue off, then said to Lü Ming and Guo Hongjian, who were hanging from the rafters, "Now let me play with you two! Or..." He glanced sideways at Heilong standing to the side, and continued with a smile. "Shall I, your brother, entertain you?" Black Dragon's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Thank you, Senior Brother!" Mo Tian disliked being called Senior Brother. He knew that one day, the throne of Hao Xue Temple would belong to him, Mo Tian . But for now, he couldn't afford to offend Hui Jue's subordinates. Mo Tian smiled magnanimously. "Don't be so polite. Enjoy yourself . I should go and rest. In a few days, when Master catches that brat surnamed Luo from the Daqi Sect, we'll all have some fun together!" As soon as Mo Tian finished speaking, Black Dragon couldn't wait any longer and turned to Guo Hongjian and Lü Ming, who were hanging in the air bound by ropes. They were already too weak to struggle. Their bodies swayed slightly in the air, their lower abdomens twitching mechanically. Semen soaked their pants and the ropes binding them, and their penises stood erect desperately and stubbornly. Black Dragon first lowered Lü Ming from the air. The young prison guard had no ability to resist and was forced to kneel on the ground. Black Dragon lit a cigar and, while smoking, spread Lü Ming's buttocks apart and slapped him hard with his palms. Lü Ming's buttocks were throbbing with pain, and he let out muffled screams. Then Black Dragon pressed his large penis against the prison guard 's swollen, gang-raped anus. Lü Ming writhed uneasily, his breathing becoming rapid with tension. A malicious thrusting in his anus was followed by a sudden, sharp pain as the penis penetrated his body. Black Dragon, cigar still dangling from his lips, held the bound prison guard down and began to brutally pump the cigar. The cigarette butt was soaked with saliva, which dripped down onto Lü Ming's uniform. Lü Ming could no longer hold on, groaned, and fainted. Watching Black Dragon continue to sodomize Lü Ming, Guo Hongjian couldn't contain his anger. He struggled desperately, but bound hand and foot, suspended in the air, he had no leverage and could not move. He struggled to spit out the gag stuffed in his mouth, hoarsely shouting, "Stop! Let him go! You beast!" Black Dragon finally left Lü Ming's body. He glanced up at Guo Hongjian, who was glaring at him, then stuck the cigar butt from his mouth into the nostrils of the unconscious Lü Ming. The pungent cigar smoke filled his lungs, and Lü Ming coughed and awoke. Black Dragon forced him to inhale the cigar butt from his nostrils, then rolled over and released the ropes suspending Guo Hongjian, whose body crashed heavily to the ground. He realized the torture was about to begin , and sure enough, Black Dragon took out a rubber dildo and forcefully shoved it into Guo Hongjian's mouth. The rubber rod pushed straight into Guo Hongjian's throat, rendering him speechless. Black Dragon then turned on the electric switch, and the dildo immediately began to vibrate wildly in his mouth. Guo Hongjian's mouth felt like it was about to burst; he struggled in agony, saliva dribbling from the corners of his mouth, smearing his handsome face. Black Dragon grinned maliciously, wiping the sticky fluid from Guo Hongjian's crotch and smearing it on his contorted face. Then, he pulled the cigar butt from Lü Ming's nostril and slammed it against Guo Hongjian's chest. Guo Hongjian felt a sudden heaviness in his head, his consciousness beginning to blur. Faced with Black Dragon's torture and humiliation, he only wanted to pass out as quickly as possible to alleviate the immense physical and mental pressure. But at that moment, a sharp pain brought him back to the cruel reality. Black Dragon used a lighter to heat his genitals, which were bound by a penile sheath. The thicket of pubic hair was singed by the fire, and the penile sheath heated up...

This brought immense pain to Guo Hongjian. The excruciating pain caused his body to convulse wildly, his muscles tense as he endured the torment.
Black Dragon stepped on Guo Hongjian's chest, turning his lower body halfway to the side, and inserted a lighter into the thicket of
black hair growing between Guo Hongjian's buttocks. The flames burned his buttocks and anus, the anal hairs sparkling and emitting a burnt stench. Black Dragon
rubbed it with his hands, and the charred hairs fell off in clumps.
Guo Hongjian's genital hair was completely burned away, exposing his tightly closed anus. Black Dragon pulled the
rubber and cruelly inserted it into his bald, burned-out buttocks.
"Ah..." Guo Hongjian's piercing scream echoed throughout the entire Zhetian Fortress.
The vibrating
dildo binding Guo Hongjian throbbed incessantly inside his body. His screams elicited no sympathy from Heilong. The bald man's face
gleamed with malice as he puffed on a cigar and used a lighter to burn Guo Hongjian's body.
Guo Hongjian's thick body hair was singed, bursting into flames intermittently. His hair
hissed and curled as the flames danced, burning away the hair on his chest, armpits, arms, thighs, and genitals.
The ropes binding his body also caught fire, scorching his skin. The scorching sound only fueled Heilong's excitement
.
Guo Hongjian's screams and groans gradually weakened. Watching Guo Hongjian faint from the burns, Heilong, still unsatisfied, turned to
the panting prison guard, Lü Ming, who lay sprawled on the ground.
The burning pain from the penis sheath made Lü Ming's body tremble, his mind blank. Amidst the Black Dragon's maniacal laughter, he was
once forced beneath the Black Dragon's ferocious body.
The throbbing of the electric dildo in his anus and the continuous thrusting of the penis sheath roused Guo Hongjian from his pain. Burning ropes
left black and red scars on his body, and his chest hair was burned off, leaving a charred mess. He immediately discovered that the ropes binding him had
come loose, and the Black Dragon, who was clinging to Lü Ming, was writhing his hips in ecstasy. Guo Hongjian seized the opportunity and pounced on
the Black Dragon, who was straightening his body and approaching orgasm.
"Ah...ah ah...help!" The Black Dragon was struck on the head by Guo Hongjian's swinging wooden stick. He staggered to his feet,
his face covered in blood, screaming grotesquely. "...Help! Someone come quick..."
Guo Hongjian struck the Black Dragon's chin with the stick again, and the Black Dragon's massive body crashed to the ground. He quickly removed the shackles and
bindings, and then untied Lü Ming's restraints. "You go quickly, I'll finish this guy off!"
"No, we'll go together!" Lü Ming said.
Just as the two were about to leave, Mo Tian, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, was already standing at the entrance of the stone chamber. "Stop being so polite, neither of you
can escape !"
Upon seeing Mo Tian, Lü Ming was enraged. He roared angrily and lunged at Mo Tian.
Guo Hongjian was about to join forces to deal with Mo Tian when he saw the Black Dragon struggling to its feet
. He hated this vicious bald man intensely, leaped forward, and kicked the Black Dragon in the chest. Its ribs broke, and the Black Dragon let out a strange cry before rolling back to the ground.
Lü Ming was no match for Mo Tian and was now pinned to the ground, being beaten mercilessly. Lü Ming struggled to grab Mo Tian's legs
, shouting fiercely, "Why aren't you leaving yet!"
Knowing the situation was dire, Guo Hongjian stamped his foot, slipped past Mo Tian, and sought a path to escape outside the Zhetian Fortress.
Black Dragon, writhing on the ground in pain, gritted his teeth and got up to help Mo Tian twist Lü Ming's arms behind his
back and handcuff him. Mo Tian, impatient with disciplining Black Dragon, coldly said, "Keep a close eye on him!" He then led
his men, who had arrived shortly after, out of Zhetian Fortress to chase after Guo Hongjian.
Black Dragon stroked a sunken wound under his ribs, feeling excruciating pain and a surge of rage. "Run? Let's see if you still dare to run
!"
A pair of shackles were fastened to Lü Ming's ankles. He knew that falling into enemy hands meant certain death, so he didn't struggle. Black Dragon picked up the rubber phallus
from the ground , pulled down Lü Ming's uniform trousers, inserted it into his anus, and then threaded a rope through
the chains on Lü Ming's feet, hanging him upside down.
The young prison guard, his body covered in semen, sweat, and blood, swayed helplessly under Black Dragon's ravaging. Lü Ming gritted his teeth, trying not
to make a sound. Black Dragon grinned maliciously, pressing the red-hot cigarette butt against Lü Ming's crotch.
Several days passed, and Ali gradually recovered in the hospital. Chu Fei stayed by his side without stopping.
On the day , they were shocked to learn of the changes that had befallen the Great Banner Gate. The suddenness of the event filled them with anxiety.
"We should take action, but now there are only the two of us..." Chu Fei remained calm and composed. "We need to find
the enemy's weak point first!"
Ali looked at the resourcefulness of the young man, who was much younger than him, and his face showed admiration.
"Save Tie Hui first! He's being held in Yang Weiye's secret warehouse. That's the only place the enemy's defenses are weakest. If we
rescue , we'll have a chance to survive!" Chu Fei said firmly.
In Chen Yong's company, a young man in shackles was led out of a secret room and into his luxuriously decorated bedroom.
The room was furnished entirely with mahogany, featuring a mahogany cloud bed with four intricately carved mahogany bedposts adorned with crimson
tassels.
A naked young man lay there, iron rings piercing his collarbone and the base of his penis, connected by a T-shaped
chain . Days of inhuman torture had robbed Luo Jinglong of his will and courage to resist. He knelt
before Chen Yong, prostrate, head bowed, staring at the dark red "Chen" character branded on his chest.
"Take my cock out!" Chen Yong commanded coldly, legs spread.
Luo Jinglong hesitated slightly, then Chen Yong kicked him hard in the groin. The young man groaned in pain, quickly reaching out to unbuckle
Chen Yong 's belt and carefully taking the engorged penis, which reeked of male genitalia, into his hands.
He slowly stroked and kneaded it, the warm shaft gradually swelling and hardening in his hand. A
young boy with delicate skin tossed a condom in front of him. "Put this on your master," the boy said in a clear voice
.
Luo Jinglong dared not disobey, tore open the seal, and put the condom on Chen Yong's penis.
Chen Yong, a cigarette dangling from his lips, watched Luo Jinglong's actions and continued, "You'd better serve me well later, understand?"
"Yes, Master," Luo Jinglong's voice was so low he could barely hear himself.
"You're just a beast of burden to me! You better remember that!" Chen Yong, cigarette still dangling from his lips, leaned closer to Luo Jinglong and commanded. "
Open your mouth!"
Luo Jinglong silently opened his mouth, tilting his head back to look at Chen Yong, his eyes completely devoid of their former brilliance.
Chen Yong removed the cigarette butt from his mouth and spat a mouthful of phlegm into the boy's mouth with a "Ptooey!" He then turned and pulled the
frail boy to sit on the exquisitely carved mahogany bed.
Luo Jinglong swallowed the phlegm with difficulty. The thugs behind him forced him to the bedside, where he was forced to lick the boy's anus
. The boy, clinging to Chen Yong, was lewdly thrusting his buttocks high, his pink anus opening and closing right in front of Luo Jinglong.
"Lick it! I'm your little master too!" the boy said in a coquettish voice.
Luo Jinglong quickly sucked on the tender anus with his tongue; the faint downy hairs were filled with the smell of semen and feces.
The boy let out excited cries. Chen Yong kicked Luo Jinglong away and forced the boy to roll around on the bed.
On the fifteenth of the month,
Luo Jinglong, struggling to his feet, was led to the foot of the bed by the guards. The thugs gestured for him to hold onto the mahogany bedposts, which the boy
silently obeyed
. The thugs then bound the boy's hands tightly with their belts, took out their own penis, and rubbed it against Luo Jinglong's back for a while. They then took the boy's belt and tied Luo Jinglong's legs to the bedposts, before pulling
a pair of white socks that the boy had taken off and placing them near Luo Jinglong's mouth
. With no room to resist, Luo Jinglong could only open his mouth, letting the thugs gag him tightly with the socks. His anus
was cold and wet; the thugs used their saliva-covered fingers to stroke the boy's buttocks.
Finally, the thugs' penis entered his anus, and Luo Jinglong trembled slightly with fear and pain.
Chen Yong, on the bed, completely ignored his subordinate's lewdness, holding the boy's body down and thrusting violently. The tassels on the canopy swayed wildly
with their rhythm.
The rape was brief and brutal; after a few quick and fierce thrusts, the thug was removed from his body. The restraints were released, and
Luo Jinglong, with the boy's sock in his mouth, knelt by the bed, continuing to watch Chen Yong's lewd acts.
Afterward, Chen Yong lazily leaned against the bed, teasing Luo Jinglong's chin with his toes, making him lift his head.
"You actually ate my sock!" the boy chuckled, pulling the sock from Luo Jinglong's mouth and putting it on his own foot. "Look,
you've gotten it all dirty!" He said, picking up a condom filled with semen and pouring the semen into Luo Jinglong's
mouth .
Luo Jinglong, humiliated, held the filthy condom in his mouth, kneeling before the boy like a dog.
Suddenly, the boy let out a short scream and slumped to the side.
"Who?" Chen Yong, without even putting on his clothes, leaped naked from the bed.
At the same time, the guard beside him let out a strange cry, also falling to the ground, writhing twice before falling silent.
Chen Yong broke out in a cold sweat, terrified. In the dim light, a figure suddenly appeared in the doorway. It was an elderly
monk, his robes gleaming with an eerie black light. His eyes, like two will-o'-the-wisps, stared fixedly at Chen Yong.
"The vicious monk from Hao Xue Temple?!" Chen Yong hadn't expected the retaliation to be so swift, nor had he anticipated becoming
their target.
A cruel glint flashed across Hui Jue's face, yet he calmly asked, "Will you die yourself, or should I do it?"
In front of the Zhetian Fortress's meeting hall, a muscular, agile man was bound to a pillar with thick hemp rope.
A sack covered his head, obscuring his face. An iron chain bound his collarbone and penis, the cruel instrument of torture
swaying with the man's struggles.
Hui Jue looked at the boy he had abducted—his powerful muscles and imposing figure—and couldn't help but think of Tie Hui from years past.
"Master, you succeeded immediately!" Mo Tian greeted him from the hall, seeing the man bound to the pillar, and said happily.
"Let's inspect the goods first!" Hui Jue said smugly.
The sack on his head was pulled off, and Luo Jinglong felt the blinding sunlight. He found himself
at the entrance of a spacious hall, bound behind his back to a thick stone pillar, his body tightly bound with ropes. The two people standing in front of him were Mo
Tian and Hui Jue, the monk who killed Chen Yong and kidnapped him. Behind them was a group of bald men in leather pants, each with black hair on their chests
, cigarettes in their mouths, and holding whips, rattan canes, clubs, and other instruments of torture.
The boy's mouth was gagged, and he whimpered, unable to speak. The monk in front of him was once his father's enemy, and now he was
around sixty years old. He had just escaped one wolf's den only to fall into another. Thinking of the impending doom, he clenched his teeth fiercely
, looking defiantly at the lewd monk in front of him.
"Luo Jinglong, the young master of the Great Banner Sect! Haha...good, good, good!" Mo Tian, who was troubled by Guo Hongjian's escape, laughed
loudly. "It seems everything is proceeding according to our plan."
"I'll leave this to you!" Hui Jue turned around and said to his subordinates behind him. "Give him a good beating and humiliation first!"
After saying that, he gave Mo Tian a wink and walked straight into the main hall.
Mo Tian knew that his master already knew about Guo Hongjian's escape, and the urgent thing now was how to prevent Guo Hongjian from returning to the police station and exposing
his identity. So he also gave a few instructions to his subordinates and followed Hui Jue inside.
As soon as the two left, whips and clubs were immediately used on the bound boy. Painful screams came from his gag. His penis, which was rigged
with was played with and became erect, covered with iron clamps. Iron clamps were also attached to his nipples. Under the scorching heat
, the intense pain made his young body twist in the ropes.
Upon hearing the news of Chen Yong's death, the first person to feel uneasy was Yang Weiye. Of course, he knew why Chen Yong had died. He knew that having Tie Hui in his
hands meant he too could be killed at any moment. "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime!" Tie Hui, this hostage, was now a hot potato; he couldn't let him live! He thought fervently. In the dungeon beneath the warehouse, the guard was frantically sodomizing Tie Hui. The guard was a middle-aged man around forty. Tie Hui, weakened by his long imprisonment, had a stubble-covered face. The dark, damp cell reeked of a mixture of sweat, urine, and semen. Tie Hui's mouth was stuffed with the guard's underwear, struggling to endure the thrusts from behind. The guard sucked on his broad back, saliva dripping onto his head and face. His body swayed with the violent thrusts, the shackles on his body clanging. "Stop! The boss wants you to take him upstairs!" an accomplice shouted, pulling open the dungeon door. The guard cursed a few more times, then thrust into him violently a few more times. The guard scrambled to his feet, ripped the gag from Tie Hui's mouth, and, while stroking his own penis, said, "Open your mouth!" Tie Hui crawled over, opened his mouth, and allowed the guard to ejaculate intermittently into it. The guard then put a rope around Tie Hui's neck and stuffed a muzzle into his mouth. Then, he chuckled in his ear, "We'll continue tonight!" while putting the shackles on Tie Hui.

Meanwhile, he continued to greedily kiss the man's chest and nipples.
Twenty-seven-year-old Tie Hui, having endured long periods of torture and enslavement, silently bore it all, his face expressionless.
Once everything was bound, the guard pulled the reins, dragging the heavily shackled Tie Hui out of the dungeon where he was imprisoned.
The sixteenth underworld was pitch black.
"Kill him?" the guard exclaimed.
Yang Weiye coldly looked at the chained Tie Hui and said, "That's right! Kill him and be done with it."
"But, weren't we supposed to keep him as a hostage?" The guard was surprisingly reluctant, glancing
longingly at Yang Weiye, then back at the man standing proudly there.
"Not anymore," Yang Weiye said.
At this moment, upon hearing the news of his impending execution, Tie Hui felt a strange calm. "Yes. And be done with it!" Years
of imprisonment, all sorts of inhuman torture and humiliation, were finally coming to an end.
Seeing Tie Hui's calm gaze, Yang Weiye felt a surge of anger. He walked up to Tie Hui and said viciously, "However,
I won't let you die so easily. I've even thought of a way to send you off."
Watching Yang Weiye turn and walk away, the guard helped Tie Hui sit on an iron barrel, removed the muzzle from his mouth, and shoved a
cigarette into it. Lighting the cigarette, the guard said, "I can't save you! Take
one !"
Tie Hui leaned against the wall behind him, silently smoking. Facing imminent death, he thought of his friends who had shared life and death with him,
and a sudden pang of pain shot through his heart.
The guard sensed something, took a few steps back, and quietly sighed.
The once glorious Daqi Gate was now gone.
Lang Tou's clothes had been stripped off, leaving only a tattered headscarf.
His hands and feet were bound with double handcuffs and shackles, and he was led to the center of the courtyard. Xing Hao ordered his men to sodomize this
valiant and . Lang Tou was completely immobilized. They deliberately left his mouth open, hoping to hear him scream and beg for mercy,
but he clenched his teeth and
remained silent. Xing Hao was furious when he suddenly heard that Chen Yong had been killed and Luo Jinglong had fallen into the hands of Hao Xue Temple, which enraged him. After
calming down slightly, Xing Hao decided to send men to bring Tie Hui to Daqi Gate as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen complications.
Lang Tou laughed angrily and said, "Your end is not far off. Hurry up and prepare your funeral!"
Xing Hao grinned and ordered his men to gag Lang Tou, sealing his mouth with a mesh of twisted wire, rendering him
unable .
"Even if I die, I will take you down with me!" Xing Hao said, taking the cigarette butt from his lips and burning Lang Tou's
mouth through the wire mesh.
His thick, burly body was haphazardly bound with chains, and his hands and feet were also shackled. Old Dong and Liu Meng
locked the tightly bound Lang Tou in a dark water dungeon.
After taking Lang Tou away, Xinghao vaguely sensed something was amiss, so he decided to go to the warehouse where Yang Weiye was stationed himself. "Hopefully, it's not
too late !" he thought to himself.
A rectangular block of ice, a meter high, was pushed into the warehouse. The huge block of ice emitted a chilling aura, and a layer of swirling smoke gradually rose
and dispersed.
Tie Hui was gagged again, and the iron chains on his hands were locked behind his back. Under Yang Weiye's coercion, he stood
on the ice, dragging his shackles. A rope was tied into a noose around Tie Hui's neck and tightened, hanging upwards through the beam of the warehouse ceiling and tied to a pillar on
the side .
Stepping barefoot on the ice, a bone-chilling cold swept through Tie Hui's body. He staggered, almost slipping, and
the noose around his neck immediately dug into his flesh.
Yang Weiye looked at the taut, trembling rope and said with a smile, "You'd better hold on tight, or you'll be dead soon
!"
Tie Hui felt as if a giant hand was gripping his neck, making it hard to breathe. Standing on the ice, a slight misstep would lead to
suffocation from the noose around his neck. However, as time passed, the ice beneath his feet melted, but the outcome was the same.
Yang Weiye wanted him to taste the approach of death little by little. Tie Hui felt a bone-chilling cold, and his body
shivered .
Sure enough, before long, the ice began to melt, especially where Tie Hui's feet were standing, leaving
two deep craters the size of his feet. His soles were already frozen red. Tie Hui could only use his numb, trembling legs to
support his body, trying to lessen the threat from the noose around his neck. But as his body gradually fell,
the noose around his neck dug deep into his skin. He tried his best to hold on, but his body trembled uncontrollably.
Watching Tie Hui struggle, Yang Weiye grew impatient. He walked to the ice block, slowly lit
a cigarette, climbed up the edge, and shoved the cigarette into Tie Hui's nostrils. He grinned maliciously, "Have a smoke before you go!
There might not be any left down there."
The ice melted, and Tie Hui could only barely stand on tiptoe, his body almost entirely hanging from the tight noose around his neck. Tie Hui's
face was purplish-red, his breathing short and weak, smoke billowing from his mouth and nostrils. His chest heaved, and
he writhed in pain.
Yang Weiye jumped off the ice and reached out to tease Tie Hui's penis, grinning, "Don't want to leave? I'll let you have one last pleasure before
you die !"
His hands were bound by chains, his weight entirely supported by his two numb, frozen legs. Tie Hui couldn't move
, forced to endure Yang Weiye's masturbation.
His will gradually blurred, yet his lower body remained hard and erect under Yang Weiye's skilled masturbation. Yang Weiye rubbed his
penis, gradually increasing the frequency, shouting, "Faster! Faster! Come on..."
The ice continued to melt, and large amounts of water flooded the warehouse floor. Tie Hui could only barely support his body with his right toes, his mouth,
bound with a gag, emitting indistinct groans. His rapid breathing caused him to inhale more cigarette smoke, and his
falling body almost suffocated him completely.
Yang Weiye, watching Tie Hui on the verge of death, laughed wildly, his hand gripping Tie Hui's hard penis stroking it even faster.
His body was now completely suspended in mid-air, Tie Hui's legs kicking helplessly, his breathing becoming even more rapid. The cigarette in his nostrils burned fiercely
, the tip glowing a scorching red, and streams of semen shot out as his body trembled desperately. A
sharp pain , and in the swirling smoke, the burning sensation of the cigarette tip on his lips gradually disappeared. His vision blurred, and finally,
everything went black. The grand hall of the Heavenly Fortress
, once filled with the sorrow of seventeen shackles and chains,
has become a place teeming with the lust of wild beasts.
Luo Jinglong had already been tortured with various instruments of torture; almost no inch of his skin was intact. His mouth was
gagged, and bald, burly men poured strong chili water into his mouth and nostrils, causing his stomach to swell. The thugs shaved
the boy's pubic hair, then grabbed his smooth penis and twisted it and his testicles into a grotesque, contorted shape with wire
. His nipples were pierced with steel needles and adorned with bells; his body, covered in whip marks, was clamped with iron clips.
When their bestial acts reached their climax, ten burly men in leather suits untied the boy from the pillar. By this time, Luo Jinglong
was completely powerless to resist. He was forced onto a long bench. They began to rape his
anus and gagged mouth with their hard, filthy penises. Streams of foul-smelling semen sprayed onto his face and
body , but his resistance, trembling, and groans evoked no sympathy or pity from these beasts.
The boy was tortured to the point of near death until dusk, when they finally stopped their grand sexual feast.
A T-shaped shackle made of iron rods was placed behind the boy, who was slumped on the bench. One end of the rod was a
rubber dildo, and the other end, extending horizontally, had shackles at both ends. They inserted the end of the rod with the dildo into
the boy's swollen and torn anus, then pulled him off the bench, locking the horizontal shackles around his ankles.
A Luo Jinglong's chest, forcing the boy to move forward. With each step,
the iron rod on the shackles rotated the end inserted into his anus. The boy let out muffled moans from his semen-filled mouth, and the beasts
laughed with satisfaction, stuffing a gag into the boy's mouth and tightening it behind his head. A 120-pound wooden
cangue was placed around the boy's neck, and his hands were also shackled to the cangue.
"Tiehui! Tiehui! Tiehui!..." The voice was as distant as a dream, and Tiehui's consciousness awoke from its hazy state
.
As if a nightmare had shattered, Tiehui felt excruciating pain all over his body. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw Ali standing before him,
tears .
Ali! Tiehui trembled with excitement. Was this real?
A scream rang out as Yang Weiye fell to the ground by a young man's knife. The young man turned around; his features were striking—it was
Chu Fei, Tiehui's brother whom he had longed for day and night. Chu Fei wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. He choked back sobs, tears glistening in his eyes.
No words could express the emotions of the past thousand days and nights.
The two embraced tightly, tightly, tightly.
Chu Fei was lost in the moment. He stroked Tiehui's body, ravaged by long-term torture, and kissed that familiar, handsome face. Tiehui
responded with trembling body. Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
If only it could last forever!
Just then, shadowy figures flashed outside the door, and a group of people silently surrounded the warehouse.
Ali stood up and said, "Fei, protect Tie Hui, let's get out of here quickly!"
At this moment, several men wielding clubs rushed in, and Ali roared and charged forward. The attackers retreated immediately after a brief
exchange , but Ali wasn't about to let them go, and hurried out of the warehouse. He saw a handsome man standing in the moonlight,
a cold smile on his face. Ali was startled, and at the same time, the man suddenly moved, his movements as beautiful
as graceful dance. In a single movement, he was beside Ali. Ali shouted and threw a punch, but before his fist arrived,
he received a heavy blow to the abdomen.
The handsome man sneered, grabbed Ali's throat with his other hand, dragged him to the corner of an abandoned truck
, and quickly tore off an iron chain from it, binding and binding Ali tightly.
By this time, the men had already flooded into the warehouse. Tie Hui and Chu Fei realized the critical situation, but worried about Ali's safety,
they out of the warehouse. However, in the darkness, they were surrounded by more than a dozen assassins in the ruins, and there was no sign of Ali.
"Ali may have already met with misfortune. We can't hold back! We must finish this quickly!" Chu Fei analyzed the situation and calmly said to Tie Hui. As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately plunged into the group of assassins
surrounding them like a drawn sword . The crowd pushed and shoved Luo Jinglong, who had been put in shackles, towards the prison cell in the backyard. Every step he took was excruciatingly painful. Blood mixed with semen and filth flowed down his thighs as the boy was led into a large stone chamber. Several lamps were lit in the room, which was built of huge stones. The light was blinding and made the room brightly lit. In the middle of the room, beside an execution table, a fat, burly man named Heilong, naked from the waist down and wearing a cross-shaped leather belt studded with copper nails , was frantically fucking a shackled youth's anus, pinning him to the table. Luo Jinglong looked closely and recognized the tortured youth as Lü Ming, the prison guard who had tried to rescue him and Guo Hongjian at the detention center. Lü Ming's once handsome face was now haggard, his mouth stuffed with a pair of smelly socks, his hands handcuffed behind his back, and an eighty-pound wooden shackle around his neck. His entire body was pressed against the table, and Heilong's vigorous thrusting caused Lü Ming's battered body to heave and tremble, the shackles around his neck clanging against the table. When Heilong saw Luo Jinglong, shackled and restrained, being brought in, Heilong's thrusting intensified, grabbing Lü Ming's hair to force him to lift his head. “Look, another new slave has joined! Your old flame, isn’t he? It must be so satisfying for him to watch you get fucked! ” With that, he pulled Lü Ming up from the table and shoved him toward Luo Jinglong by the door. Lü Ming’s feet were shackled, the chains clanking as he was pushed down in front of Luo Jinglong. Black Dragon leaped and straddled Lü Ming’s shackles, tearing the sock out of Lü Ming’s mouth and shoving his own filthy penis into Lü Ming’s mouth without warning. Black Dragon’s fat, heavy body pressed down on Lü Ming’s shackles, making them even heavier. Lü Ming painfully closed his eyes, sucking on Black Dragon ’s filthy penis and glans. Black Dragon looked triumphantly at Luo Jinglong, whose legs were unable to bend due to the heavy shackles around his neck and the “T”-shaped leg locks, leisurely lit a cigar, and began to thrust even more violently. With a few strange cries from Black Dragon, he pulled his fleshy rod from Lü Ming's mouth and sprayed his semen onto Lü Ming's face, head, and the shackles around his neck. Lü Ming groaned in pain as a leather gag was immediately shoved into his mouth, which was full of semen. He was powerless to resist. Several bald, burly men dragged him up from the ground and replaced his shackles with T-shaped leg irons. Thus, the two suffering brothers were forced to stand together in the center of the room. Eighteen, held hostage by the chains, said impatiently to Black Dragon, "Don't just enjoy yourself. Don't let the prisoners escape again. We won't be able to explain it to our master."

These burly men in leather armor clearly didn't take Black Dragon, this fat martial uncle, seriously. Their master, Mo Tiancai, was
the actual master of Zhetian Fortress, and even their grandmaster, Huijue, had to be wary of him. Let alone this incompetent,
honorary martial uncle who spent his days following Huijue around trying to take advantage of others.
Black Dragon knew the situation. His
face in fury and walked back to the two prisoners forced to stand there.
Only by venting his pent-up anger on them could he truly release it.
He began to scrutinize the newly captured prisoner. He was a boy not yet twenty. Although his face was covered in blood, semen, and
dirt , his handsome features were still discernible. He had a gag in his mouth, his head tilted back, clearly because
a rubber rod connected to the gag was stuck in his throat. A wooden yoke bound his neck and hands, and his body was covered in wounds that oozed blood.
Black Dragon gently touched the boy's body, and the boy immediately let out a muffled groan, his nostrils flaring
as he gasped for air. Seeing his chest heaving violently, Black Dragon suddenly shoved the cigar from the corner of his mouth into the boy's nostrils
.
He then began fiddling with the steel needles inserted into the boy's nipples, causing the boy to groan in pain. His rapid breathing caused the cigar
to burn intensely, drawing large amounts of smoke into his lungs. The boy's face turned red, and he felt dizzy and weak from the cigar smoke.
Black Dragon continued to play with the iron clamps binding his body, then his penis and testicles, bound by wire. The boy trembled in pain,
inhaling even more cigar smoke. He felt he couldn't stand, his body swaying, but immediately, one end of a "T"-shaped leg iron
pierced his body.
The intense pain brought Luo Jinglong, who was dazed from the cigar smoke, back to his senses. He struggled to maintain his balance and endured Black Dragon's torture
.
"Now you know how powerful I am, kid!" Black Dragon said smugly to Luo Jinglong, who was struggling to resist. "Here,
you 're just my toys!" His hands kneaded the boy's penis and testicles, which were bound with wire, and a wicked smile appeared
on his face.
The assassins in the warehouse yard screamed and fled in all directions amidst the flashing blades and fists.
Ali was nowhere to be seen! Tie Hui and Chu Fei both had a bad feeling. They looked at each other and rushed back
into .
In the abandoned warehouse, some containers and iron barrels were scattered. Several large lights shone from the high ceiling.
The noose that had been hanging Tie Hui was now hanging a man of about thirty years old. The man had a thin waist and narrow back. His upper body clothes had been stripped off
, and black iron chains were used to bind his arms and legs. The noose tightly tightened around his neck, suspending his body upwards. His
shoes and socks had also been removed, and he was standing barefoot on tiptoe in the melted ice water.
A man embraced Ali, who was bound by chains, from behind, his hands gripping a penis pulled from Ali's pants, skillfully
thrusting it in and out.
"Ah...ah...ah..." Ali, suspended by the ropes, tilted his head back, involuntarily groaning. He struggled to maintain
his balance, while the man behind him worked his penis even faster.
"Ali!" Upon seeing Ali, Tie Hui, in a panic, tried to rush forward. Chu Fei, beside him, reached out to stop him.
Just then, with a soft laugh, the person behind Ali appeared. The laughter echoed in the empty warehouse, and the alluring
body under the lights exuded a long-lost temptation.
Seeing the young man, Tie Hui's face showed surprise; he never dreamed he would meet this person here. "...
Xing...Xing Hao..."
Xing Hao possessed an elegant beauty in every gesture. He took a drag of his cigarette and glanced sideways at Tie Hui. One of his
hands rested on Ali's chest, caressing him, his slender fingers pinching Ali's nipple, playing with it between
his nails . His other hand continued to vigorously masturbate Ali.
Chu Fei glanced at Tie Hui in confusion; Tie Hui was still unable to process the change before him. Chu Fei said in a deep voice, "Stop! Put
him down."
Xing Hao snorted disdainfully, ignoring Chu Fei, but turned to Tie Hui, who was frowning, and said, "Tie Hui, it's
been . How have you been?!"
His hands didn't stop. Tie Hui saw those hands caressing Ali's penis—those slender, white hands that had first brought
him to the brink of ecstasy, and from then on, plunged him into an abyss of torment. Those hands, familiar yet strange, with a bloody,
evil beauty, were now before him, gripping his brother's penis, moving it frantically.
"Is it really you?" Tie Hui still couldn't accept this reality. He took a step forward and asked.
“Of course it’s me, I’m your brother!” Xinghao’s eyes suddenly softened, and
tears .
“He’s not your brother!” Ali struggled and shouted. His penis was fully erect, and his body convulsed rapidly under the devil’s
urging . “He’s from the Xishan Party… ah… ah… ah ah ah!” Before he could finish speaking, he
ejaculated under Xinghao’s masturbation. In front of his two friends, his semen shot into the air without any restraint. He
roared , struggling against his chained body.
Tiehui immediately sobered up, his eyes turning cold and calm. The tears in Xinghao’s eyes vanished instantly,
replaced by a wicked smile, his semen-covered fingers slowly stroking Ali’s lower abdomen.
The two faced off.
Ali was in his hands, and Tiehui finally hesitated to act. “What do you want?” Tiehui asked angrily.
Xinghao smiled, knowing he had the upper hand. He slowly wiped the sticky liquid from his hands onto Ali's pants,
then took out a cigarette, lit it, and smiled before saying, "The conditions are simple, of course, it's an exchange."
"How?" Chu Fei was worried that the bandit leader was after Tie Hui, and also afraid that Tie Hui would fall into the enemy's trap while trying to save Ali .
He stepped forward, blocking Tie Hui's path.
Xing Hao looked at Chu Fei and let out a strange, cackling laugh. "It's not about exchanging the two of you, you can rest assured!" He was
speaking to Chu Fei, taking a drag of his cigarette, and continued, "I want you to exchange your friend's life for the vicious monk Hui Jue from Hao Xue Temple!"
Nineteen-year-old Tian was
despicable, "using someone else's knife to kill!" Tie Hui sneered. Facing Xing Hao, his heart was filled with sorrow and helplessness. After
so many years, the person before him was no longer the brother he had played and lived with. His body trembled uncontrollably.
He didn't understand what had caused Xing Hao to change so drastically!
Money, power, or the desire to rule everything?!
Xinghao's smile widened. "We've heard that Hao Xue Temple has a stronghold called Zhetian Fortress in the outskirts. Mo Tian suffered a defeat in
the city and will definitely hide there to try and make a comeback. We'll just need your help!"
Tie Hui and Chu Fei exchanged glances, pondering their next move, when Xinghao suddenly stopped smiling and kicked Ali's
legs, which were bound by chains.
Ali's legs gave way, and his body hung in the air, the rope around his neck making a cruel twisting sound.
Tie Hui immediately said, "Stop! I promise you!"
Looking at Xinghao's satisfied smile, Tie Hui said in a deep voice, "Tell me the address. I also have a score to settle with him!
"
Zhetian Fortress was already shrouded in silent darkness, with only the torture chamber where Heilong was located still lit.
Luo Jinglong was lying on a long bench, carrying a heavy wooden yoke, his two legs, which were also shackled, were also resting on the other end of the bench. His mouth
was gagged, so he couldn't speak, and Heilong kept changing the cigarette butts stuck in his nostrils.
The boy forced to smoke was already dazed by the pungent tobacco smoke, but his eyes,
aching remained wide open, watching his companion with concern.
Lu Ming, with a shackle around his neck and handcuffs on his hands, struggled to move under Black Dragon's whip, circling the torture chamber
.
His legs trembled, his body swaying precariously. The whip lashed his chest, abdomen, and back. With each step,
the iron bars cuffed to his feet spun, the cruel instrument tormenting his anus.
The tearing pain made him groan, the gag stubbornly silencing his voice.
Finally, Black Dragon stopped whipping him, making Lu Ming stand at one end of the bench supporting Luo Jinglong.
His hands, cuffed behind his back, were removed, and the handcuffs were moved to the front and put back on. With the shackles around his neck, Lu Ming
couldn't see the boy's expression on the bench, but he knew Black Dragon was about to find another way to humiliate them.
Sure enough, Heilong, who had been silently tormenting them, spoke up this time.
"Hold your own cock and masturbate so your brothers can see!" Heilong shoved him forward onto the stool again. Lü
Ming staggered , realizing his genitals were right in front of Luo Jinglong's face. His handcuffed hands felt a chill
run down his spine, but the pain throughout his body forced him to bow to reality.
Silently, he gripped his penis and slowly began to masturbate. He didn't know how the boy beneath him would cope with such
humiliation , but when he thought about being forced to masturbate in front of that fierce, leopard-like boy from the Daqi Sect, his
genitals suddenly became hot. His penis quickly became erect, brimming with the desire that gnawed at him.
His breathing quickened, and his hand gripping his penis began to stroke and thrust rapidly.
"How's your big brother's cock?" Heilong grabbed Luo Jinglong's hair, forcing him to look up at
Lü Ming masturbating. Below the guard's flat stomach, amidst the black pubic hair, a thick, bright red penis
stood erect and proudly displayed before the boy, every vein clearly visible. Luo Jinglong's eyes were somewhat glazed; he smelled
the distinctive scent of a man's genitals, and his body unconsciously changed along with Lü Ming's excitement.
Suddenly, a sharp "smack!" rang out as a wrench slammed down on Luo Jinglong's dark, firm buttocks.
"Ugh...ugh..." Luo Jinglong trembled with pain, his mouth gagged as he hissed in agony.
The wrench struck his buttocks harder, the pain and numbness spreading to every nerve in his body. All his muscles
tensed, his body writhing on the bench.
His face touched Lü Ming's penis, causing the guard to let out a desperate groan as semen shot onto the boy's
pained . Thick, hot, milky-white semen covered the boy's head, face, and even the shackles on his shoulders.
The pungent smell of semen inexplicably aroused the boy.
Black Dragon, witnessing this scene, was also filled with excitement. He switched to a barbed board and whipped the boy's buttocks even harder
. The boy's firm, petite buttocks were already red and numb from the beatings; the sudden stinging pain caused his body
to writhe wildly once more. Luo Jinglong struggled to control his movements, the torture device still inserted in his anus,
his legs, shackled in a "T" shape, aching from the excessive endurance. This was a night of despair for him and Lü Ming.
Hope was virtually nonexistent in this brutal torture chamber within the Zhetian Fortress.
The Great Banner Gate had lost its former solemnity.
The council hall had become a place of debauchery for Xishan Party's Xinghao and his gang.
Ali was stripped naked and tied to a pillar in the council hall. They forced him to hug a pillar, then bound his hands
and feet with chains, the cold chains binding his entire body. Xinghao's men, one by one, rubbed their hands together, eyeing the man's
body forced before them.
They used whips and clubs to weaken Ali, who struggled like a wild beast, then turned Ali's most private parts into their
outlet for lust. Copious amounts of lubricant were injected into Ali's anus with syringes. They first used fingers and dildos to poke and prod
his buttocks, then began to thrust their own erect penises into Ali's body.
Ali's anus was filled with semen and vaginal fluid, each penis of a different shape humiliating him. His tortured body
trembled incessantly as he was fucked within the chains. Ali cursed the beautiful young man Xinghao, who watched from afar.
Although they had lost Chen Yong, they used Ali to blackmail Tie Hui and Chu Fei to attack Hao Xue Temple for them. Xinghao watched with smug satisfaction as
Ali, gang-raped, cursed and struggled. He laughed, "So many men are fucking your ass, why aren't you quiet! Making such a nasty noise, go
gag him!"
Immediately, a pair of sweaty, stinking cotton socks were stuffed into Ali's mouth.
Seeing the furious Ali unable to speak, his mouth full of the sour, stinking cloth, Xinghao laughed gleefully, "You born lowly slave,
today you'll be a comfort woman!"
The man raping Ali behind him casually stubbed out his cigarette on Ali's back. Ali writhed in pain,
letting out muffled screams. At the same time, the pounding from behind intensified.
Twenty Dungeons Never See Sunlight .
At this moment, Liu Meng was inserting his penis into Ali's anus, pressing the man against a pillar and thrusting rapidly. His buttocks
writhed wildly, causing Ali, bound and clinging to the pillar, to groan and scream uncontrollably.
While waiting impatiently, Old Dong rubbed his dripping penis and urged, "Stop
shaking it endlessly. You last for more than half an hour every time. It's time to let everyone have some fun!"
"Don't argue with Mengzi, look how much fun Ali is getting fucked by him!" Xinghao lifted Ali's contorted face in pain, humiliating
him. "Have you forgotten we still have a good one locked up here?"
Old Dong hurriedly said upon hearing this, "Luckily the sect leader reminded me, I forgot about that Tibetan slave." Then he hesitated and said, "
But that guy is very barbaric, I'm afraid..."
Xinghao waved his hand and said, "Bring him up!"
A moment later, the tall and mighty Tibetan man, Langtou, was escorted into the hall by four members of the Xishan Gang. Except for
the turban on his head, all his clothes were torn to shreds. His dark and muscular body stood upright between iron chains and shackles. His chin, covered with a thick
stubble of twisted wire, was covered with a thick stubble. He couldn't speak, but he glared at the group of thugs in front of him, still so
imposing .
Several thugs held his body down, and Old Dong scooped up some lubricant and smeared it on Langtou's buttocks, then
slowly inserted his own penis into Langtou's dark and muscular buttocks.
Unable to bear the humiliation, Lang Tou, bound and grunting, swiftly broke free of the thugs holding him down
, dragging his shackles as he rammed into Old Dong behind him. Old Dong, terrified, stumbled back several steps. Although Lang Tou was quickly subdued again,
Old Dong's ugly penis shrank back in fear, completely devoid of its previous arrogance.
For a moment, Xing Hao's men were all intimidated by his imposing presence, none daring to step forward.
"What are you afraid of? He's just a slave! You bunch of useless bastards!" A murderous glint flashed across Xing Hao's beautiful face
.
He grabbed the largest rubber dildo and viciously charged at Lang Tou, who was being held down by several henchmen. Lang Tou tried to
struggle Xing Hao punched him in the stomach. The punch was so powerful that Lang Tou's towering body bent over.
The dildo pressed against the burly man's anus, slowly pushing in little by little.
"Ah..." The rubber penis was so large that, despite the lubricant, it still caused his sphincter muscles to ache as if they were
about . Lang Tou was in so much pain that he couldn't straighten up. Xinghao took the opportunity to punch him to the ground and stomped hard on
the half of the dildo sticking out of the big man's buttocks.
The penis was fully inserted into Lang Tou's body. The big man couldn't bear it, let out a roar, and fainted.
Several people dragged Lang Tou up, pressed him onto a chair, and tied him with iron chains. The chains tightly bound his arms and legs, and
his chest and abdomen were also tightly bound with chains. Old Dong looked at the big man chained to the chair
before daring to approach him.
A pungent, thick smoke filled his lungs, and Lang Tou coughed a few times before regaining consciousness.
Two large cigars were stuffed into his nose, the thick smoke making his head spin. He struggled to
regain , only to find several thick iron chains binding his chest, abdomen, and thighs, securing him to a chair.
The horrible stick was still plugged into his anus, and even the slightest movement brought excruciating pain. A sticky liquid, blood or something else, was
itchy . The iron shackles and leg irons on his hands and feet completely rendered him incapable of resistance. Old
Dong, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, grinned maliciously as he grabbed his penis and began toying with it.
The burly man roared and struggled, but the bonds binding him and the rubber instruments inserted into his genitals forced him to submit to the enemy's
lewdness. The inhaled tobacco made him even more dazed, and his penis began to erect under Old Dong's deliberate manipulation.
His chest began to heave rapidly and laboriously within the chains, his body burning with heat, his penis fully erect and slowly
being brought to orgasm. As his breathing quickened, the cigar smoke in his nose burned even faster, and he felt the heat of the cigarette butt against his lips
. He was forced to tilt his head back and hold his breath, his body undulating within the ropes as Old Dong manipulated him.
Just then, Old Dong suddenly removed the wet, deflated cigarette butt from his lips and fiercely burned Lang Tou's penis.
Lang Tou screamed in agony, his muscles swelled, and his penis quickly went limp under the agonizing torture. As soon as his penis went limp,
Old Dong's hands began to gently knead and rub his flesh, even taking his penis, which reeked of male genitalia, into his mouth for intense
stimulation , causing Lang Tou's penis to rise again. Then, the burning cigarette butt was used to burn the hard, red-hot penis.
Lang Tou was tortured to the point of near death, suffering unbearable pain. Several more burning cigars were stuffed into his mouth through the gaps in the bibs.
His will was completely destroyed as he endured the agonizing pain that throbbed in his genitals. The moment the semen ejaculated,
he let out a humiliating groan, which was quickly drowned out by the laughter of Xinghao and the others around him.
The dungeon of Zhetianbao was perpetually dark; the air was thick with the musty, damp smell of urine, sweat, and foot odor.
Naked, Lü Ming, with an eighty-pound wooden yoke around his neck, handcuffed and shackled, leaned against the corner of the cell. His mouth
was gagged, preventing him from speaking; he could only look at the boy lying beside him with concern.
Luo Jinglong carried the heavy wooden yoke, his hands also cuffed to the yoke. The vicious instruments of torture on his collarbone and penis were nothing compared to the mental anguish
he was suffering . Dragging his shackles, he moved his body with difficulty, his bruised and battered buttocks throbbing with excruciating pain
. A leather gag silenced his groans. He gazed at the faint light streaming through the narrow window above the wall,
a burning .
Meanwhile, beside him, he and Lü Ming were trapped in boundless darkness.
The night wind was cold and sharp as a knife. Tie Hui and Chu Fei headed straight for Zhetian Fortress.
Chu Fei wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent. Tie Hui had endured nearly four years of imprisonment, his collarbone pierced, and
all sorts of inhuman torture and abuse, leaving him almost completely without martial arts skills. To attack under such circumstances was unlikely to
succeed.
But he knew Tie Hui would definitely go.
Tie Hui was consumed by rage; he wanted to rescue his brothers and friends, he wanted revenge!
His sudden freedom made him eager to vent the pent-up frustration and anger that had been building up for years. He
ran wildly the stars in the sky seemed to be burned by his boiling blood.

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