Teenage training

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My name is Zou Yi, and I used to be a reserved and adorable boy. When I was in my second year of high school, my family got into trouble with the underworld. The gang leader was gay and had long coveted me, wanting me as compensation. As a result, I was sodomized and forced to become his boyfriend and live with him. He wasn't particularly violent towards me, but he sexually tormented me relentlessly, causing me immense suffering. A pure boy like me was subjected to various forms of physical abuse, forced to cooperate with him. In the beginning, it was incredibly humiliating; sometimes, after he finished, I wanted to die. But I couldn't just leave this world. If anything happened, the underworld would surely retaliate against my family. Besides, I was only 17 years old then, with my own dreams and expectations. I was their only son; if I died, how would my parents live their later years? I had to live on, because one day they would need me to take care of them.
After enduring those initial days, I gradually got used to it and lost all sense of shame. Not to mention being a boy, I lacked even the most basic human dignity. His methods became increasingly varied and ruthless, but I endured it all, surviving his tyranny. I rarely had the chance to go home. My parents missed me terribly, and the thought of my suffering brought tears to their eyes. But how could they know the extent of my suffering? They were powerless, and that was all they could do. They continued to support me through high school, hoping that one day I could escape the clutches of the underworld. I remember at the beginning, he forced me to perform deep throat oral sex. That unforgettable humiliation stemmed from a young boy's pride. Later, he started anal sex; the excruciating pain made me unable to walk all day, forcing me to skip school. Before, at school, I was seen by teachers and classmates as a well-behaved, high-achieving student with good relationships and some close friends. Unfortunately, I could only maintain that image at school. Back home, I had to face torture and humiliation.
From that time on, to keep my cohabitation a secret and to stay in school, I cut off all my friends and became a withdrawn, extremely introverted boy. Those days were truly unbearable. I had to hide from everyone's gaze, walking home from school like a thief, and when I got home, inhuman abuse awaited me. People often pointed and whispered behind my back; I knew they were criticizing me for being cold and heartless to my friends, and I even apologized for my rudeness! But I could only swallow my tears. Sometimes, unable to bear the cold accusations and treatment from my classmates, I would run to the quiet rooftop of the school building and cry my heart out.
He often made me swallow his semen; the most disgusting thing was that he would spit thick semen on my food and then force me to eat it. The worst part was that on weekends he would often torture me especially, venting his lust on my anus. To keep my body clean and prevent the discharge of impurities, he would often starve me for a day beforehand and then clean my anus before doing it. He not only made me make shameful gestures and groan in pain during the process, but also made my body cooperate with his movements. He had so many tricks up his sleeve! At first, I was in pain and scared, but I refused to do what he said, and as a result, I was brutally beaten.
I really can't remember how I survived until today. I've become indifferent to many of the torments, even forgotten them. But some things will be memories I can never erase for the rest of my life. Only by facing them can I have the courage to face the rest of my life. I remember one night he took me to a gay party. Before we left, he starved me for a day, emptied my bowels, and then fucked my anus. That lasted a long time, and it made me feel numb and sore for a long time afterward. After he finished, he took his toothbrush and slowly inserted it into my anus, with the brush part at the bottom. The toothbrush was completely inside me, with only a thin string left on the outside, so it could be pulled out later.
After that, he shoved a vibrating dildo that was more than 20 centimeters long into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
This thing was quite thin and very soft. He actually forced me to swallow it. I tried my best, and at first it was really uncomfortable. I gagged repeatedly just as it reached my throat, but since I hadn't eaten, what came out was mostly bile, and it made my eyes water uncontrollably. He got impatient, pushed me onto the bed, tied my hands behind my back with a rope, and then pulled my hair to lift my head. I knew what he meant, and looked at him pitifully, but I knew begging was useless, so I opened my mouth. "You can't even swallow something this small! If you can't swallow it later, I won't let you eat tomorrow!" I nodded, and he inserted it again. Because the position had been adjusted this time, my throat and esophagus were in a straight line, so it was easier for the food to go in. I swallowed hard, and after a few times, he suddenly pushed, and a cool sensation reached the back of my throat. Then I watched helplessly as the 20-centimeter-long plastic rod slowly sank into my mouth. I knew it was already in my throat, and it was going deeper and deeper. I was so scared. I wanted to vomit but couldn't, and my throat hurt terribly. I just wanted him to finish quickly so I could get a moment's rest. He simulated thrusting, letting the plastic penis go in and out of my throat.
Several times the penis slipped out, so I had to swallow it a few more times. He tormented me for several minutes before stopping and taking it out. I was in so much pain I couldn't make a sound.
He then found a small hairpin, threaded a silk thread through one end, and slowly inserted it into my urethra. He looked at me with satisfaction, both my anuses filled with stuff, and said he would take it out after the party. I was so scared I cried. Go to the party with all this inside me? But I did whatever he said; resisting was useless. I could only endure his torment. Then he told me to get dressed myself. As I walked, I realized how unbearable the feeling was. The toothbrush head in my anus was pricking the sensitive inner wall, making me almost scream.
Before leaving, he stroked my hair and said, "Do your best, don't disappoint me." I obediently nodded. Once outside, I realized this was the beginning of torture. Even slight movement made my lower body extremely uncomfortable, especially while sitting in the car. Every little bump in the road felt like two objects were pressing against me, and I couldn't help but moan softly several times. I dared not sit still, having to prop myself up slightly with my hands, and it was a difficult journey to my destination. At the party, I had to socialize, forcing smiles and chatting. Later, I remained seated, afraid to move. In less than half an hour, I felt the end of a toothbrush digging deep into my lower abdomen, and a hairpin pressing painfully against my urethra. Who could believe that beneath my innocent exterior lay so many humiliating secrets? He kept glancing at me, seemingly deriving immense satisfaction from my forced smiles. Time passed so slowly, it felt like pure agony. Eventually, I almost fainted, unable to even sit up straight, and drenched in cold sweat. I just wanted to get home quickly and be free.
Finally, the nightmare was about to end. Back home, I was desperate to urinate. Although I hadn't eaten, I had drunk water, and I'd only urinated once that day. Now… he knew I needed to urinate, and he made me go like this, tying my hands behind my back, and went into the toilet with me. I sat on the toilet, my legs raised high so he could watch me urinate. After a while, I felt my lower body finally relax, and a thin stream of urine began to trickle down, along with the hairpin. Waves of pain washed over me, blurring my vision with tears; the hairpin had probably rubbed against the walls of my urethra. The urine flowed intermittently for a long time, and sometimes he would put his head down to my genitals and lick my fresh urine.
“Good, now, let’s get the toothbrush out too.” I strained as hard as I could. Actually, I could barely feel anything in my anus, but I could still feel the toothbrush slowly being expelled. My shame prevented me from opening my eyes, but I knew the toothbrush head, the most painful part, was finally out. After that, it went much more smoothly and finally fell into the toilet. I was panting, weak and powerless. I hadn't eaten all day, and with tonight's ordeal, I was completely exhausted. "Could you give me some water?" I pleaded helplessly.
He unbuckled his belt, revealing his enormous penis, and held it to my face. "Drink my water if you want!" I opened my mouth, tilting my head back to his groin. He ejaculated, the warm liquid splashing onto my cheek. He quickly adjusted the angle, pouring it into my mouth. My mouth remained open, my throat swallowing. He'd drunk too much beer at the party and was quite pent up. Because of the high water content, his urine didn't smell too strong, and I forced down some, then simply cooperated, my mouth slightly open. I think my posture and expression aroused his intense desire. Seeing I wasn't drinking anymore, he ejaculated over my head, soaking my face, my hair, and my clothes and pants—all completely soaked. He continued for a long time, urine covering my entire body, until finally, he stopped, satisfied.
"You were so good tonight. Take a good shower, and I'll give you something to eat later." He released my hand. I
looked at him gratefully, and he left, satisfied. I washed for a long time, making sure my body was spotless. I even used feminine wash on my buttocks for disinfection.
After I came out, I rested for a while before he came out of the kitchen. "I'll give you some bananas later, but there's one condition first: you have to give me oral sex." Of course, I complied. He was already naked, his erect penis thick and hard. He comfortably leaned against the corner of the wall, bending his thighs and spreading them apart. I knelt down, grasped the base of his penis, and gently took the glans into my mouth. He trembled with pleasure. I first licked the glans with my tongue; his penis was thick and smooth, quite white, and the glans was very tender, not as frightening as the male leads in those gay films I was forced to watch. I circled the glans for a while, then withdrew and licked other places. I licked his anus and perineum, and he trembled with pleasure. Then I put his scrotum in my mouth and sucked on his pubic hair. Finally, I returned to his penis, hooking my tongue around its base and licking it back and forth, from bottom to top, sometimes biting it horizontally in the middle. He hadn't showered today, and his genitals had a particularly pungent and stimulating smell, but I couldn't show the slightest disgust.
I licked all the way to the glans, cleaning the entire penis. Now, I took a deep breath and swallowed half of his penis, sucking on it. These actions were already familiar to me. "Sizzle, sizzle..." The slight sounds of saliva and friction greatly stimulated his pleasure. Semen seeped out, mixing with my saliva, and flowed down his penis. I began to stroke it up and down with my mouth. After a while, he grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back, so that my weight was tilted on my head. He pressed down, and my entire head lowered. His penis was already at the back of my throat, but he still wouldn't let go. I swallowed as much as I could, the glans reaching deep into my throat, two-thirds of the entire penis inside me. Any further and it might pierce my throat. My buttocks were raised high, my anus facing upwards. He had already propped himself up, one hand still holding my arm, the other reaching behind my back to my buttocks, his middle finger groping for my anus. Once he found it, he slowly pressed it in, then rubbed it a few times. I was already throbbing there, and his hand was dry, so his touch made me tremble involuntarily. The tremor traveled to his glans, which he enjoyed, so he continued to probe my area, even inserting his middle finger completely. Finally, he was about to ejaculate. He released me and stood up, and I tilted my head back, grasping the base of his penis again, pulling my mouth out and quickly stroking it. "Swallow it!" He ejaculated, completely ejaculating. There was quite a bit of semen, and the taste wasn't as fishy or foul as thick semen; I swallowed it mouthful by mouthful. Satisfied, he ejaculated the last drop into my mouth, then paused for half a minute, panting. My mouth was already sore from exhaustion.
Finally, he brought over a plate of freshly sliced bananas, and in his other hand, a glass bottle. I knew what it was; he'd told me before that when I wasn't home, he'd collect his semen in a bottle after masturbating, and when he had too much, he'd make me drink it to show him.
It was a bottle used for storing alcohol, about 300 milliliters, already more than half full, usually kept in the refrigerator. This much must have accumulated from many times. He then took a tall wine glass, poured half of the bottle's contents into it, shook it, and handed it to me: "Drink this first." As soon as I brought it to my lips, the fishy smell hit me; it was thick semen. I wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but he seemed to know what I was thinking and told me to drink it sip by sip. I felt nauseous, gagging frequently, and it was a struggle to finish it, even having to lick it clean with my tongue. I felt full without needing to eat anything else; my throat felt sticky, and I wanted to vomit everything in my stomach. He poured the rest of the semen onto a banana slice, stirred it until it was sticky, and handed it to me. Starving, I finally ate my first meal of the day. It was pungent and disgusting, but I ate it all. He held me contentedly as we slept. Exhausted and helpless, I quickly drifted off to sleep; I had to get up early for class on Monday.
I didn't understand why he did this. Why did he appreciate something as extreme as this, something I felt apologetic for my rudeness? I remember once, while we were sleeping, he gently stroked my hair and told me that his dream was to torment a beautiful young man, to torture him with extreme methods, to make him adapt to and experience this limit. And I was that wish of his. He also said that if I just let go a little more, and got used to this torment, I would experience boundless pleasure. I think I'll never experience that kind of pleasure, because sex has become synonymous with fear for me. Forget pleasure, just being able to escape him would be my greatest happiness. Until one day... The most unforgettable torment happened after that…
One Saturday, I was starved all day. The next morning, he woke me up while I was still asleep and dragged me out of my warm bed. I knew the weekly torture had begun, but I never imagined that misfortune was about to befall me; this time it would be a hundred or a thousand times more cruel than before. He stripped me naked and dragged me into the bathroom, making me kneel on the floor with my buttocks raised high. Then he took a 20ml syringe that he had prepared beforehand, pried open my anus, and inserted the glass tip. It didn't hurt much, but it was very uncomfortable. He injected a lot of some unknown liquid into my body, and after a while, I felt the urge to defecate. He told me to empty myself completely, and then wash and tidy myself up and go to the basement to wait for him. In just a minute or two, I felt as if my body was completely empty. After taking a short hot shower, brushing my teeth, and combing my hair, I went to the basement naked. It was almost winter, and it was early morning; it was really cold. When I arrived, I found a special rod-shaped device inside. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but otherwise, nothing seemed different. After waiting a few minutes, he arrived.
He brought a lot of things and placed them on a small table; I couldn't see what they were. "Come here!" I went over and lay down on a small bed that looked a bit like a gynecological examination table, as he instructed. My legs were spread on either side of the footrest, leaving space in the middle for his movements on my lower body. I had no idea how he got all this equipment; the table was metal, hard and cold, and I was shivering. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him coming over, holding a white plastic box. I wondered what was inside. "Spread your anus!" he commanded. I obediently did as he said, and then he picked something out of the box—ah, it was an ice bar. It was about 3 centimeters long and about the thickness of my thumb. No way, he was going to shove an ice bar into my anus? I gasped, my mind blank, only preparing for the torture.
The ice bar pierced the center of my anus, and I tensed up involuntarily. "Relax, relax!" he guided me, telling me to relax my lower body. I tried my best to cooperate, feeling the ice bar moving around my anus, gradually melting and shrinking as it heated up. It slowly entered. An indescribable stimulation came from my lower body; I couldn't tell if it was pain or cold. After it went in a bit, I suddenly felt him push hard, and the entire ice bar disappeared into my body. I cried out, "Ah!" Surprisingly, nothing happened. Then came the second, and the third. By the third one, my lower abdomen started to ache slightly. I endured the pain, saying to him, "It hurts so much, please don't do it anymore!"
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. There are still a few more, enjoy it." The sound of ice cubes clattering came from the box, and I was terrified. So many were being inserted into my anus; I was afraid my colon would burst. Helplessly, I felt the ice cubes being inserted one after another. Sometimes he would rub my genitals with his fingers, his thumb pushing the ice cubes deeper. When the last one went in, I felt a throbbing pain in my lower abdomen, even reaching my stomach; my anus was frozen numb. After a short pause, he came back, this time inserting his hot, thick penis. I knew he had used face wash as lubricant, but mainly because my genitals had been loosened by the ice, it went in smoothly. He spread my thighs wide, his penis deeply penetrating my anus, mingling with the ice. He quickly ejaculated, probably in less than a minute; I could clearly feel the warm semen. After he finished, he told me to turn over. I did as he said, kneeling on the table with my anus facing him. He forcefully spread my buttocks apart, and with a "plop," the icy liquid mixed with semen sprayed out of my anus, flowing down my thighs, very cold.
"Pull it out." Hearing his words, I relaxed and urinated, "plop plop plop," all the liquid and unmelted ice crystals came out, splattering on the floor. I let out a long breath, feeling a little better in my lower abdomen.
Usually, this was just the prelude; the real torture was just beginning. I just wondered what he would do today? I looked down between my legs and saw him bring out several props. The first was a tampon-shaped plastic stick with a long thread. I knew it was an electric vibrator, about the thickness of a finger, 20 centimeters long, with a very strong vibration. He easily inserted it into my anus.
Then he pulled me down, bent my forearms behind my back, and tied me up with rope until I felt I couldn't move anymore. Then he made me turn around and open my mouth. This time he brought a large lemon, forcefully shoving it into my mouth. My mouth was completely immobilized; even making a sound was difficult. I couldn't spit it out without using my hands.
He led me to the new cylindrical object. Could this also be…? I examined it closely. The main body was a steel pipe over a meter long, with a base and a small, penis-like rod fixed to the top, resembling a bicycle seat. A thick hemp rope, about 20 centimeters long, ran through the center of the seat, through which the rod stood upright. What was its purpose? Although I knew it was for me, I couldn't imagine how it would work. "I was startled when I sat down.
How could I sit on this thing?! I didn't move, staring at him in astonishment. He repeated himself, impatiently pushing me forward. My heart was pounding. I couldn't believe it—was I really supposed to sit on a stick? The seat was very high; I could barely reach it. He lifted my thighs, half-hugging me as he helped me up. First, he aligned it with my anus, then spread my thighs, and once it was aligned, he let go. At this point, I was almost suspended in mid-air, and the weight of my body immediately forced the thing into my mouth. Because the lubrication was decent, there wasn't much pain." It just felt so strange, swollen, and humiliating. Once I was fully seated, I felt the hemp rope under my perineum prickly and itchy.
He wasn't finished yet; he then bent my lower legs and arms as high as possible, bringing them parallel to my thighs, and tied them tightly together with the rope. After he finished, I suddenly realized I was completely suspended in mid-air, with nothing around me to lean on, and all my weight was pressing down on my buttocks! I didn't know how long he was going to do this, what if I fell down halfway? But I quickly realized that the thing inserted inside me kept me completely upright, preventing me from falling.
He didn't seem to be finished yet. Then they used another rope to connect my feet, suspending me with the soles of my feet facing upwards—a very awkward position. Suddenly, something was put around my head! Ah! He actually put the rope around my neck. If my legs relaxed, it would pull on my throat, making it impossible to breathe, almost causing me to faint. The part around my neck felt wider, not like a regular rope, and it was elastic. But it was useless. I didn't know how long he was going to do this; I estimated that I would pass out in a few minutes.
And so, my body was in a backward arch shape, looking from a distance... It felt like being stuck to a steel pipe. He then clipped three electrodes onto my nipples and glans, and I trembled with fear. This time, it seemed very serious. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed something that looked like a controller in his hand. Suddenly, a vibration rippled deep inside my lower abdomen. Ah, it was the vibrator that had been inserted earlier, pushed deep inside by the stick on the seat, and now it was activated. Then he activated some other devices, and suddenly, the thing in my anus began to slowly rotate. "Ugh... mmm, mmm..." I practically moaned; the sensation was so stimulating and intense, my anus felt like it was being restrained. I felt an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate, like I was about to defecate, but it wasn't quite that feeling.
I couldn't scream; my upper body was dizzy from the constriction, while my lower body was in excruciating pain from the penetration. I desperately wanted to scream for help. This was just the beginning. Immediately afterward, a tingling electric shock spread from my chest down to my lower body. "Ugh~~~~~" I let out a long groan, my toes and fingers, the only parts of my back that I could move, trembling uncontrollably. After the mild electric shock lasted for several seconds, the entire steel pipe base suddenly began to vibrate vertically, very rapidly. I was slightly thrown off the leather base, like experiencing the shock of intercourse, my whole body suspended and tossed about in the air. My entire body weight slammed against the leather seat repeatedly, my anus clenching and tightening from the sharp pain of the rope.
Suddenly, I felt something strange deep within my body, a sensation I had never experienced before. It was a state of near climax, like reaching a peak, about to explode from within me. I didn't know what the next moment would feel like; I was afraid, so very afraid! But I couldn't think any further; that moment had arrived. My whole body convulsed violently, wave after wave, accompanied by an intense pleasure I had never experienced before. For the first time... He ejaculated under his torment, his lower body convulsing violently like a spasm, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his limbs tense, desperately resisting the dizzying, extreme stimulation. Within seconds I couldn't take it anymore; if it continued... my body would collapse! The intense pleasure had exceeded my capacity to bear it. "Ugh...uh...uh..." I wanted to scream but was powerless; my limbs were tightly bound, and I could only desperately groan with my last bit of strength. The effects of the pleasure
only began to subside after a dozen seconds. In my dizziness... So this is what they call pleasure. My tense body relaxed weakly, and I wanted to collapse. My legs had no strength left, my throat felt constricted, I couldn't breathe, it was so uncomfortable, so painful. Although the basement was cold, I was covered in sweat, struggling to breathe. My hair was wet, and sweat soaked the leather seat. After a while, the electric shocks and vibrations stopped, only a faint vibration remained in my abdomen.
Then the pager next to me rang, and he went to check it. After a while, he ran back, looking very unhappy, and stroked me, saying, "I have to go take care of something. You can enjoy this stimulation slowly." "Then he left the basement. I wanted to ask him how long he was going to keep me tied up there, but I couldn't say a word, and I listened in despair as he slammed the stairwell door shut.
I couldn't move a muscle. I don't know how much time passed, but my arms and legs started to ache and go numb. The position was so awkward, and being forced to stay like that for so long was extremely uncomfortable and painful. My lower body, the only point of support, started to ache. My mouth was also sore and tired, and saliva kept flowing out, but swallowing was difficult because I had a lemon stuffed in my throat and it was being choked. I could only let the saliva spill from the corners of my mouth and run down my chin." I hadn't eaten all day yesterday, and with the intense exertion I just experienced, I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded, gradually losing consciousness.
After what seemed like an eternity, I awoke from my unconsciousness to find the stirring in my anus had started again. With electric shocks and vibrations... I couldn't tell if it was stimulation or torture. This time, the process seemed to last longer than last time, and I passed out again during my orgasm. For the long time that followed, I remained half-conscious, utterly ravaged. In the agonizing orgasm, I even wished I could just die, to escape the torment. My body was already very weak.
I had ejaculated about six times, and each time I was in a semi-conscious state during the orgasm. Countless hours passed, and just as the seventh orgasm was about to begin, the door finally opened. I knew I had finally survived this nightmare, and I burst into tears, my pitiful eyes pleading with the man before me. He coldly watched me endure my final orgasm amidst tears, pain, and tremors, and finally, he stopped all the devices. Then he untied the ropes binding me and removed the lemon from my mouth.
My mouth remained open for a long time; my hands, feet, and chest were marked with blood, and I could barely straighten my body. He picked me up and slowly pulled me from the vibrator. I saw that the vibrator was wet, mixed with blood, and the thick hemp rope was stained red. I knew it had dug into my buttocks, chafing my most sensitive and private parts.
Weak and limp, I was laid on the carpet, too weak to even change position. He pulled on the loose thread of my lower body and removed the vibrator. I remained motionless; my anus had long since lost all feeling. After all my clothes were removed, I let out a weak sigh. Perhaps it was my weakened, haggard state after the trauma that aroused his intense lust; he suddenly pounced on me and began to fuck me wildly. My limbs were paralyzed, but I had no desire to resist, because his body heat warmed me. I closed my eyes, enduring the throbbing with relief as cold tears streamed down my face. My body seemed to regain some feeling, especially his hot semen, which felt wonderful deep inside me.
After he finished, he told me to lie down where I was. The basement wasn't so cold anymore. He took some stimulants and soon became sexually aroused again. Just as I was recovering from the dizziness of being unable to sleep, he came over, tied my hands and feet, and then pulled me onto a long, slanted bench. I knew what he was going to do. He sat down in front of me, held his erect penis to my mouth, and then released his hands from my body. The axe (a prohibited word) was slippery, so I quickly slid down. My head was down, the axe (a prohibited word) wasn't high, but my mouth was more than twenty centimeters away from his glans. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth, and slowly slid down. "Oh..." he cried out in pleasure, his glans deeply entering my throat. This thrust was extremely painful, and tears immediately fell. For a while, I couldn't swallow as he demanded. I could only try my best to cooperate with him and satisfy him. He pressed my head down, hoping to go in further, even further. His penis was already more than halfway in, but he continued, my throat feeling like it was being torn apart. I kept gagging, and the suppressed thrusting only greatly stimulated his glans. Finally, he ejaculated. I coughed from choking. If he hadn't supported my shoulders, I think my throat would have been pierced and I would have died. I will never forget that experience; I still have nightmares about it.
After it was over, I finally had a chance to catch my breath, tears streaming down my face, slumped weakly against the chair. He didn't seem satisfied yet. I knew he needed to have sex at least two or three times after taking aphrodisiacs to feel satisfied. "You haven't eaten all day, let me give you some nutrient solution now." He brought over a glass bottle, but instead of feeding me, he took out another thin, soft plastic straw. He turned me over, with my head facing upwards against the higher end. He tried to pull me up as high as possible so my head could tilt back, and then asked me to open my mouth. The plastic tube was inserted into my mouth. Because the tip was rounded, it was relatively easy to enter my throat. He slowly inserted it, and I felt the cool sensation travel from my throat deep into my esophagus, all the way down, until the foot-long tube reached the small funnel at the end. He poured the nutrient solution into the funnel, which flowed through the plastic tube into my esophagus. When he moved his hand, it moved the tube, making my throat both sore and itchy. This process took more than ten minutes, and his penis became hard again. This time, he lifted me back onto the medical table and made me kneel. My upper body lay limply on the table, and then he entered my anus.
His final assault was overwhelming; my entire body was jolted by his thrusts, my hair disheveled. Afterwards, I forgot everything. I only vaguely remember the moment he carried me back to the bedroom, and through the blur, I saw a torrential downpour outside the window. Tears streamed down my face in my confusion, and I quietly closed my eyes.
I was badly injured that time, lying in bed for two whole days without recovering. This demon tormented me for almost a year. I was only 17 then! Such an innocent and shy young boy, yet my experience was perhaps the limit of what a human being can endure. Sometimes I ask myself, why am I so strong, how did I survive? Someone else might have committed suicide from the start. But life is always precious. Perhaps God took pity on me; he was later shot and killed in a gang fight, and his men only told me the next night. He died, and my family's ties with the underworld finally came to an end, and I cleared up the dispute my family had gotten into.
I never imagined I would see the light of day again. I was a senior in high school then, planning to study hard for the last six months to get into university. Before that, my grades had plummeted because I had to do housework, was often dragged to his friends' parties, and had to sleep with him at night. I was lucky if he didn't torture me to the point of being unable to go to school; I simply couldn't study at home. Unfortunately, my misfortune wasn't completely over. Several of his men had long harbored ill intentions towards me, but they hadn't dared to act before, as my brother had just died, and they were hesitant. Over time, they stopped taking it seriously, though they would occasionally harass my family. After secretly moving, I was finally able to concentrate on my studies for the last few months. But a few days before the college entrance exam, one night I was on my way home from tutoring when they encountered me. Six of them stopped my bicycle, forcibly dragged me into their van, and gang-raped me all night. Finally, they abandoned me, barely alive, in a secluded spot and drove away. Devastated by this, I couldn't sleep for days, was mentally disoriented, and my college entrance exam results were disastrous. My grades were only good enough for a two-year adult education program. However, during my two years at university, I gradually recovered and just wanted a peaceful environment to study hard, find a good job, and leave that place that left me with endless trauma.

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