Son of Mount Tai

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Qinke, hoping only that Merlin could escape danger, disregarded his own life and fought bravely against the enemy,
but ultimately, outnumbered, he was captured by the bandits.
Qinke was taken to the bandit leader, Kehaitun, who ordered his men to tie him to a pillar in an open space and burn him alive. His son, twenty-seven-year-old Kurt, however, demanded that his father hand over the prisoner to him.
Qinke was bound to the pillar with ropes, his shirt torn open, the ropes digging into his strong chest, his legs tightly bound, unable to move at all.
Kurt brutally whipped Qinke, the whip marks tearing open the flesh on Qinke's young body, Qinke clenching his teeth, uttering not a sound. Kurt, enjoying the beating, removed his outer garment, revealing his hairy, broad chest, grinning maliciously, and continued to torture Qinke.
Only when he was certain Qinke was incapable of resistance, the battered Qinke was taken into Kurt's tent. Kurt brutally stripped Chink's clothes, already tattered from the whipping, then bound his hands behind his back and his feet together. Kurt lit a cigar, took a puff, and blew the smoke into Chink's face.
"How about that, Chink? You're finally in my hands." Kurt said, burning Chink's body with the cigar butt.
Chink groaned, struggling helplessly on the ground. Kurt continued to blow cigar smoke into Chink's face, prying open his mouth and flicking ash into it.
Rage burned in Chink's eyes, but with his hands and feet tightly bound and his body aching, he could only endure the torture.
Kurt suddenly chuckled, "Oh, I almost forgot, I have a gift for you to see." Kurt clapped his hands triumphantly, and a burly man pushed Merlin in. For a moment, Qink forgot the ropes binding him and lunged at Kurt. Kurt kicked Qink to the ground, pinning him down by the neck, forcing him to stare at Merlin. He then told his men, "Now you can give him a good show."
The burly man immediately tore off Merlin's clothes and forced her to the ground. Merlin screamed, and Qink struggled under Kurt's foot, his muscles bulging with rage, the ropes digging deep into his flesh.
Kurt laughed as he watched the gruesome scene.
Merlin's clothes were stripped off, and the burly man pushed her in front of Qink, stroking her body. Merlin, struggling, let out seductive moans.
Qink finally realized he was completely under Kurt's control. For Merlin's sake, he could only sob and beg Kurt. Kurt removed his foot from Qink's body, and Qink, enduring humiliation, said, "Please, let her go. You can torture me however you want."
Kurt blew smoke into Qink's face again and said, "Really?"
Qink lowered his head deeply; he wished he were dead. The burly man was caressing Merlin, who was already consumed by desire. Hearing the sounds and seeing the scene, Qinke's body unconsciously began to change.
Just then, Kurt suddenly reached out and grasped Qinke's increasingly erect penis, beginning to stroke it up and down. Kurt said maliciously, "If you don't cooperate, Merlin will die."
Qinke was startled, but with Merlin's moans and Kurt's manipulation, Qinke lost his reason; his penis was completely engorged, the glans gleaming alluringly. Kurt ravaged Qinke's penis even more frantically.
Qinke secretly resolved to avenge this. Yet, he couldn't help but reach orgasm, letting Kurt's bearded, foul-smelling mouth kiss him, his tongue penetrating his mouth. Qinke tried to struggle, but then thought of his beloved Merlin. Kurt
was rubbing Qinke's glans with his hand, and Qinke couldn't help but groan.
Qinke closed his eyes, letting the other do as he pleased. He didn't want to face his situation with Merlin—being forced to orgasm through masturbation in front of the woman he loved.
Kurt's large hand pried open his mouth, and a hot, foul-smelling rod was shoved inside. Qink instinctively struggled, opening his eyes to see Kurt's hairy abdomen. Kurt's thick, long penis was already inside Qink's mouth, and Kurt's laughter echoed above him. Qink tried to pull away, but Kurt gave a cold snort, and Merlin beside him immediately screamed. At the same time, Kurt stomped on Qink's abdomen with his foot, and Qink wanted to cry out in pain, but Kurt's penis was already inside him.
Kurt's thick pubic hair clung to Qink's mouth, nostrils, and eyes. The unbearable stench made Qink want to vomit.
His struggles only aroused Kurt more intensely; he thrust forcefully, a cigar dangling from his mouth, saliva dripping down onto Qink's body.
Cink was pinned against the wall, Kurt held his head, shoving his penis into Cink's mouth. The burly man set aside the unconscious Merlin and began to masturbate Cink's beautiful penis.
Cink finally gave up struggling and began to suck Kurt's penis. Kurt's vigorous movements caused saliva in Cink's mouth to overflow with each thrust. Under the burly man's climaxing masturbation, Cink's bound body writhed, and he ejaculated. Kurt then thrust even more fiercely, burying Cink's face completely under his crotch, shooting his semen into Cink's mouth. Kurt sternly said, "Swallow it!"
Cink silently swallowed the salty, greasy semen in his mouth. Kurt, a cigar dangling from his lips, stood arrogantly in front of Cink, his penis still erect and menacing. "Lick it clean," Kurt said coldly.
Cink struggled to move his bound body, kneeling between Kurt's legs, and began to lick Kurt's glans.
Kurt watched Cink submit and laughed wildly. He lifted Chink's handsome face, now covered in semen, and viciously stubbed out the cigarette butt.
Chink screamed and collapsed to the ground. Kurt stuffed the cigarette butt into Chink's mouth, then pulled off his thick wool socks and gagged Chink tightly. Chink was too weak to resist, breathing in the strong, acrid stench of the gag in his mouth.
(To be continued)
Chink's hands and feet were bound behind his back, his mouth gagged, and he was thrown into a corner. After finishing dinner, Kurt returned to the tent, lit a cigar, and sat down, intending to continue torturing Chink .
He ordered his men to tie Chink's hands in front of him and then chain him to a beam in the tent.
Kurt burned Chink's body with his cigar. Hanging in mid-air, Chink struggled in agony, his young body bulging with well-developed muscles from the effort, gleaming alluringly in the firelight. Kurt bit down hard on Chink's nipple, sucking on it forcefully. Chink's struggles were futile; even her angry and painful cries were muffled by Kurt's wool sock in her mouth, turning into mournful moans. Simultaneously, Kurt's hand, holding a cigar, began to caress Chink's genitals. Under Kurt's skillful manipulation, Chink found her penis hard again. Kurt put the cigar in his mouth and began to play with Chink's penis with both hands, his rough fingers kneading Chink's glans, then grasping the shaft and vigorously stroking it. Chink's breathing became rapid.
The ropes binding Chink's feet were untied. Her legs were forcibly spread apart, each foot tied with rope to a post on either side. This completely exposed Chink's penis, and her back was also revealed to Kurt's lewd gaze.
Kurt slipped his greased hand between Chink's buttocks, and Chink felt a chill; her suspended body trembled uncontrollably. Kurt slid his fingers into Chink's anus, probing as he pulled out his already hard, dripping penis from his pants.
Chink's breathing quickened with fear. Kurt shoved the half-smoked cigar into Chink's nostril. "Smoke it properly!" he said. Then, he spread Chink's firm buttocks and pressed his genitals against his.
Chink had no choice but to inhale; his mouth was stuffed shut, and his rapid breathing quickly turned the cigar butt a bright red, his mind becoming hazy from inhaling so much smoke. Then, with a sudden, sharp pain in his rear, Kurt had already inserted his thick penis into Chink's anus and was pushing further in. Chink's body, suspended in the air, swayed violently, his limbs feeling as if they were being torn apart. The ropes on his wrists and ankles dug into his flesh, and desperate groans escaped from his mouth, which was stuffed with socks.
Kurt seemed unsatisfied with the torture inflicted on Chink. He ordered his men to bind Chink's erect penis tightly from the base with leather straps, then had a strong man whip it.
Chink's body writhed in the air as the strong man pulled the cigar from his nostril and teased Chink's nipples with the glowing ember, filling the air with the smell of burning flesh.
Kurt gripped Chink's struggling body tightly to penetrate him further...
When Chink awoke, he found himself released, his head still spinning, and excruciating pain throbbing through his body. His hands and feet were bound by cold shackles, impossible to break free from, especially since a thick iron chain bound him to a stone pillar.
A dish of cold rice sat nearby, a few flies swarming around it.
Chink pulled the wet gag from his mouth and struggled to the food.
"I can't die, I must live," Chink thought of Merlin, and of his father, Tarzan. Thinking this, he buried his head and began eating the moldy, spoiled food. Kot subjected Chink to prolonged abuse and torture. He made Chink hug a wooden stake, bound him tightly with rope, and then brutally penetrated his anus. Chink was forced to kneel before Kot, masturbating and sucking Kot's penis. Kot did not loosen his guard over Chink; he remained heavily chained and constantly watched. Over time, Chief Khaitun became dissatisfied with his son's actions. Under pressure from his father, Kot ordered Chink to be sent to the quarry for hard labor. Before he
left, Kot shackled Chink's hands and feet with specially made handcuffs and leg irons, and put an iron collar on him, chained to his neck. Every few days, Kot would use the pretext of supervising the work at the quarry to lead men to torture and abuse Chink. That night, Qinke was taken to Kurt's quarters in the quarry again. As soon as he entered, the burly man behind the door kicked Qinke in the back of the knee, causing him to fall to his knees. The man skillfully used ropes to bind Qinke, who was already shackled, tightly.
A familiar smell of cigars wafted from behind him. Qinke painfully closed his eyes; he knew what awaited him.
At this moment, Qinke, physically and mentally tormented, appeared even more mature and robust. His young, handsome face was covered in stubble, and a clear cigar scar marked his cheek. The filthy dust of the quarry couldn't conceal Qinke's proud physique inherited from his father; only the handcuffs, shackles, and the instruments of torture around his neck revealed the suffering he had endured.
Having satisfied his lust, Kurt ordered the burly man to take Qinke back to the cave where the laborers lived.
Chink trudged along, dragging his heavy shackles. The burly man kept pulling on the chain around Chink's neck. Chink staggered back to the cave, where the man pushed him onto his own bed and then locked the chain to the headboard with a brass lock. Only then did he turn and leave. Chink laboriously lifted his legs, shackles and all, onto the bed and slowly lay down. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Kurt's hairy, wicked body and the stench of semen shooting onto his face.
Along with a pungent smell of smoke, a voice said, "What, going to serve young master Kurt again?"
Chink was startled and opened his eyes. It was Ambard, the notorious thug from the mine, and his gang. At this moment, Ambard was sitting on Chink's bed, smoking and stroking Chink's penis through his pants.
"What are you doing?" Chink's hands were grabbed and raised above his head, and his legs were also held down.
Although Anbad was ugly and short, he outnumbered Qink and had the upper hand, especially since Qink was bound in shackles and chained. Anbad simply took off his shoes, jumped onto the bed, and sat on Qink, watching his accomplices tie Qink's arms to the headboard with a basket rope.
"Stop, you guys..." Anbad pressed his left foot to Qink's mouth, reached behind him, and continued to rub Qink's penis, grinning maliciously at Qink, who was struggling beneath him, saying, "Don't worry, you'll have your turn to scream!" Qink's legs were also spread apart and tied to the foot of the bed.
The stench of foot odor assaulted Qink's nostrils, and Qink shook his head, trying to break free of the greasy, filthy socks pressing against his mouth and nose. The man responsible for tying Qink's hands grabbed Qink's hair, rendering him immobile. Anbad cursed, took off his socks, stuffed them into Qink's mouth, and then poked Qink's nostrils with his toes. "Does it stink? Young Master Kurt's socks don't smell as good as mine."
The nearby laborers, seeing this, kept their distance, afraid of getting into trouble.
Now, Ambard and his gang became even more arrogant. They stripped off Qink's pants, tied his already hard and red penis and testicles tightly with rope, then took several cigarette butts and pressed them against Qink's glans, rubbing them back and forth. The cigarette butts were crushed, and the tobacco mixed with semen smeared onto Qink's penis.
To prevent Qink from spitting out the socks, Ambard tied Qink's mouth several times with rope, securing it behind his head.
As Qink's body straightened, Ambard untied the restraints on Qink's genitals and began to frantically stroke his penis, large spurts of semen shooting out amidst the laughter of the crowd. Several men crowded around to lick the sticky fluid from Qink's chest and lower abdomen.
His hands and feet were tightly bound, and Qin Ke weakly wiped the sweat from his face onto his arm. Soon, his penis was grabbed by several men again, and the second wave of attacks began.
This time, they used glowing cigarette butts to burn Qin Ke's penis and testicles, and Qin Ke's face turned red from suppressed screams.
Anbad gripped the headboard with both hands, pressing his already throbbing genitals against Qin Ke's face and began to shake it. The intense pressure, mixed with the smell of male genitalia, suffocated Qin Ke. In Anbad's persistent lewdness, Qin Ke's consciousness gradually blurred. Anbad seized the opportunity to loosen the bindings on Qin Ke's mouth, and after only pulling out a sock, he impatiently shoved his large, black penis, dripping with precum, into Qin Ke's mouth. Qin Ke ejaculated again, but his penis was once again ravaged; the cruel torture seemed endless.
Anbad relentlessly raped Qink's face, his penis pounding into her mouth, which was still stuffed with a sock. Semen spilled from Qink's mouth, mingling with the stench of his genitals and the sock's sour smell.
After more than twenty minutes of frantic thrusting, Anbad ejaculated into Qink's mouth.
Qink struggled to spit out the semen-soaked sock, but Anbad held her mouth shut with one hand, using the other to wipe the remaining semen from his penis before shoving it back into Qink's mouth.
Qink was untied from the bed and forced to lie face down on a long bench, then bound tightly with rope again, her mouth gagged. Anbad stuck the half-smoked cigarette into Qink's nostril, laughing, "Smoke hard, and you'll forget the pain. Haha."
The brutal gang rape began.
Chink's body swayed back and forth from the violent impact from behind. The prolonged torture had almost numbed his nerves, and his once bright eyes had become hollow from excessive abuse, but a glimmer of unyielding strength still flickered within them. "k
(Let him go, how about that? Hehe~~ I really can't think of any good ways to torture him anymore. Do you have any ideas or suggestions? Tell me your thoughts, good punishments, good plots, let's write them together, wouldn't that be even better?
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Qin Ke became the plaything of Anbad and his gang of thugs. In the mine, no one dared to approach him, fearing they would be implicated. Every day, he returned to the cave where the miners were imprisoned, and what awaited him was endless abuse and rape. They didn't let him wear clothes, only a piece of cloth around his waist to cover his shame.
Every day was the same repetition.
Qin Ke had given up struggling, silently watching the men in front of him tie ropes to his handcuffs, and then drag them across the stone beam spanning the cave. Several men pulled the ropes, and Qin Ke was suspended in the air.
The cloth around his waist was torn off, twisted into a thick rope, and tied to Qin Ke's mouth."
Immediately, several large hands eagerly began to caress Qinke's genitals. Prolonged debauchery had made Qinke unconsciously accustomed to this life. As the person behind him breathed heavily and thrust savagely, Qinke's own penis gradually became erect, involuntarily emitting painful groans.
Anbad was clearly dissatisfied; he didn't want to hear Qinke's delirious groans, he longed to hear the young man's screams! Under Anbad's direction, Qinke's penis and testicles were cleverly bound together with thin hemp rope, and a bamboo basket used for carrying ore was tied to the lower end of the rope. Qinke's shackled feet were also hoisted backward into the air, only the bamboo basket swaying beneath his body. Anbad grinned maliciously and said, "You feel good being fucked, right? Fine, I'll let you enjoy it to the fullest!"
A piece of ore was placed into the basket, the rope pulling on Qinke's genitals, and Qinke groaned in pain. Another stone was placed in. Chink's face flushed crimson with pain, and screams escaped his bound mouth. The bamboo basket was gradually filled with stones; Chink's testicles were being pulled from his body, and his penis was deformed from the strain, the areas where the rope had tightened turning a purplish-red.
Anbad kicked the basket, half-full of stones, causing it to sway slowly. Chink's mangled genitals writhed with each kick. Chink let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, and he saw stars. In the dizziness brought on by the excruciating pain, Chink was horrified to see Anbad holding a large stone, preparing to put it into the basket.
Suddenly, a group of people burst into the cave, causing a commotion. Anbad turned to look at the newcomers and cried out in alarm, "Young Master Kurt!"
Kurt led a dozen or so men, their faces covered in dust and dirt, as they rushed in.
Ambard rushed forward, "Young Master, what brings you here?"
Kurt said bitterly, "Tarzan ambushed our hideout, and my father and I were separated. Countless brothers were killed or wounded, and only a few of us escaped. Tarzan and his gang of ape-like beasts are still chasing us."
Hearing that his father Tarzan had arrived, Qink, who was hanging in mid-air, breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Merlin must have been rescued.
Kurt glanced at Qink, who was bound in shackles, and laughed, "Luckily, I still have an ace up my sleeve. His son is in my hands. Let's see how much Tarzan can do." Tarzan
, along with his ape friend Harry, pursued Kurt to the mining site. He could have waited until the group that rescued Merlin reunited before chasing Kurt, but Tarzan was concerned for Qink's safety. Khaiton himself was a ruthless bandit, and his son Kurt was even more vicious. Therefore, he and his ape friend Harry hurriedly gave chase. Kurt saw Tarzan enter the cave.
Although he was forty years old, Tarzan's bronze body was still strong and vigorous, exuding a wild aura. His handsome face was exactly the same as Qinke's, but with more mature masculine charm and elegance.
Tarzan finally saw Qinke.
Qinke's young body was naked, with shackles on his hands, feet, and neck. The young man knelt on the ground, the iron chain around his neck stepped on by a man with a cigarette in his mouth, preventing Qinke from raising his head. Kurt laughed wildly and said, "Tarzan, aren't you going to surrender? Do you still want Qinke's life?!"
Qinke struggled and said, "Father, no, no... oh... oh..." Before he could finish speaking, Ambard tightened the iron chain around Qinke's neck and covered Qinke's mouth with his rough palm. Kurt
looked at the father and son looking at each other with affection and sneered, "Look, what a touching scene." Ambard grinned and took the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth, burning Qinke's body with the cigarette butt. Qinke writhed helplessly in his restraints.
Seeing Qinke being tortured, Tarzan's heart ached. Suddenly, Harry—the ape—shot like an arrow at Ambard, who was stubbing out a cigarette on Qinke's chest. Startled by the ape's shriek, Ambard was momentarily paralyzed with fear, forgetting even to run.
The ape's strong arms gripped Ambard's body; in no time, his clothes were torn to shreds, and Ambard was covered in deep scratches, blood splattering everywhere. Ambard, no longer able to control Qinke, cried out, "Master, Master Kurt, save me!"
Ambard was now covered in blood, and Qinke seized the opportunity to break free. However, Kurt, who hadn't gone to Ambard's aid, was lurking nearby. Tarzan couldn't reach him in time. Kurt grabbed the chains binding Qinke, pinning him to his feet and stomping on him. Then, grinning maliciously, he drew a pistol from his waist.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the ape screamed as it collapsed. Taishan roared and charged. Kurt shoved the gun barrel into Qinke's mouth; the barrel was still burning, smoking, and emitting a strong smell of gunpowder. The barrel was plunged into Qinke's throat, rendering him unable to move.
Kurt sneered, "Taishan, why don't you drop your weapon?" Seeing his son under enemy fire, Taishan had no choice but to give up resisting.
Kurt simply sat on Qinke, poking the gun barrel into Qinke's mouth while saying to Taishan, "Remember, no fighting back. Heh heh~~"
Four or five thugs, carrying ore-carrying poles, rushed towards Taishan. The poles whistled as they struck him. Taishan couldn't resist; he could only endure the blows coming from all sides.
Finally, Taishan took a heavy blow to the head and fell to the ground.
Several men pounced on Taishan, pinning him to the ground on his back, and then handcuffed and shackled his hands and feet.
Kurt laughed loudly, pulled the chain, and led Qinke to Taishan. Taishan angrily cursed Kurt. Kurt stepped on Taishan's groin, and Taishan groaned in pain. Kurt's foot didn't move away, but instead pressed and rotated on Taishan's penis, sometimes forcefully. Taishan was held down by several burly men, his hands and feet bound by shackles, and he couldn't resist at all. His mouth was forcefully covered, and his face gradually turned red with shame. Because his animal skin skirt was torn open, Kurt took off his shoes and socks, and simply used his toes to pinch Taishan's already erect penis and began to play with and ravage it.
Kurt stuffed the smelly woolen socks into Taishan's mouth, and Taishan only felt the salty and greasy taste, and immediately smelled a sour stench in his nose. At the same time, Taishan felt his penis begin to become uncontrollably excited. Kurt's toes stimulated his glans and corpora cavernosa, and Taishan unconsciously approached orgasm. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Kurt grabbed Chink's hair, dragged him to Tarzan's side, and pressed Chink's face against Tarzan's erect penis.
“Son, hurry up and give your father a good time. Haha~~” Kurt laughed. Taishan struggled angrily. Qinke also tried to break free from Kurt's strong grip. However, both father and son were under Kurt's control, and their fate was clearly unavoidable. Kurt ordered his men to pry Qinke's mouth open. Qinke looked at his father's erect penis and the glistening glans wet with fluid. He tried to dodge, but couldn't escape Kurt's grip. The strength of those hands made it impossible for him to resist. Qinke felt his lips getting wet, already touching his father's glans. He tried desperately to move away, leaving a few glistening strands of sticky fluid on his lips. Qinke cried out in pain, “No------” Kurt pressed down hard, and Taishan's thick, swollen penis was completely shoved into Qinke's mouth. Qinke closed his eyes in humiliation, forced to hold his father's penis in his mouth. Kurt said mockingly, “How does it taste compared to mine?” Then Kurt grabbed Qinke's hair and tossed him up and down. Chink was forced to perform oral sex on Tarzan. Tarzan's eyes burned with rage, but the stimulation of his genitals gradually overwhelmed him with lust. But the one sucking his penis was his own son! Thinking of this, Tarzan miraculously felt an unprecedented excitement and pleasure in his genitals. Kurt's grip tightened, forcing Chink to swallow his father's penis deeper with each thrust. Instinctively, the increasingly swollen shaft filled his entire mouth, and this time it penetrated all the way down his throat, pinning his head down. Chink began to suffocate, trying to escape Tarzan's body, but Kurt and his men held him down, unable to move. Chink struggled instinctively, Tarzan groaned in despair, and at the same time, Chink felt a heat in his throat as Tarzan's hot semen shot into Chink's mouth. Chinker swallowed Tarzan's semen with difficulty, his handsome face contorted with pain and shame. He looked up at Tarzan and saw that his father's eyes were also filled with tears.
Father and son were chained to two stone pillars respectively.
Kurt then noticed Ambard, who was covered in blood and on the verge of death. He pointed maliciously at Ambard and ordered his men, "Go, skin that ape and use the skin to stop his bleeding. He's a hero; he can't die."
Under Kurt's command, the mining site began to build fortifications to resist Tarzan's rescue forces. The cave had been converted into a torture chamber. Wooden stakes were driven into the ground, and torture racks of varying heights were erected, equipped with pulleys and hooks. Ropes, chains, and whips were also readily available. After several days of work, Kurt saw that everything was ready and couldn't help but become interested again. He shouted, "Bring Tarzan and his son here!" Tarzan and Qink, completely naked, handcuffed behind their backs, and dragged along in heavy shackles, were brought step by step to Kurt. Tarzan and Kurt hadn't eaten or drunk anything for days; Tarzan's mouth was still gagged. Seeing this, Kurt simply took off his own socks and ordered them to be stuffed into Qink's mouth. A man nearby reported, "Young master, that Ambard has woken up." "Oh," Kurt said. "He's lucky. Bring him here. When I came, I found his method of dealing with Qink quite amusing. Seeing his service in protecting his master, let Tarzan and his son have some fun today." Tarzan and Qink were brought to the torture rack, standing about two meters apart, facing each other. Their handcuffs were tied to ropes and fastened to iron rings on the ground behind Liangren.
Two miners were ordered to masturbate for the father and son. Tarzan was held down by two thugs, and in no time, his hard, erect penis became uncontrollably erect, pointing angrily at Qin Ke, whose genitals were also erect. At this moment, an ape slowly walked in. Tarzan tried to call his companions, but his mouth was gagged, and he could only make a few "oohs" sounds. His body was completely under the control of the others, and he couldn't move at all. The ape walked towards Kurt, who laughed loudly, "Ambard, you're healed pretty quickly." The ape Ambard said, "Young master used this ape skin to treat my wounds, and now the wounds have scabbed over, so this skin is stuck to my body." Kurt laughed and praised repeatedly, "Good, good. Let it grow on your body then. Haha~~" Then, seeing Ambard's black, large penis exposed in his crotch because he couldn't wear clothes, he said even more happily, "Hmm, you do look quite like an ape! Hehe~ Alright, let's watch the show."
Tarzan and Qin Ke's penises grew thick and strong under the two miners' careful handling, and were then tied up with hemp rope. While enjoying the agonizing expressions on the father and son's faces, Kurt commanded, "Tie them up tighter!"
Their genitals were quickly twisted into two meat dumplings. Then, one end of the rope was looped over pulleys above their heads and tied together in a knot. A basket filled with ore was hung from the knot. Immediately, the ape Ambard eagerly picked up a rock and placed it in the basket. As Tarzan and Chink struggled in agony, the crowd dispersed, allowing Kurt to feast his eyes. Tarzan and Chink's hands, cuffed behind their backs, were restrained by ropes tied to iron rings on the ground, while their penises were pulled upwards by the falling ore. Their mouths were stuffed with Kurt's foul-smelling socks, and their shackled legs were tense as they struggled to maintain their balance. The muscles of the father and son were bulging from this cruel punishment, forced to endure the humiliation.
Kurt stroked Tarzan's deformed, bound genitals. Because the base of their penises was tied, both Tarzan and Chink's penises remained engorged and erect. This made their suffering even more unbearable.
Ambard added another stone to the basket. Tarzan and Chink writhed, but were powerless to resist or struggle.
Kurt stood beside the basket with the hanging stones, arms outstretched, teasing Tarzan and Chink's glans with his hands. A clear fluid gradually seeped out, and the accompanying throbbing pain intensified their agony. Even the slightest struggle or movement caused their bound penises to be cruelly torn apart by the ever-increasing weight of the basket. Soon, Tarzan and Chink were drenched in sweat from the pain, their legs trembling from the prolonged exertion.
Kurt moved to the other side of the basket, using his hand, covered in the fluid from Chink's glans, to poke his father Tarzan's nostrils, while simultaneously smearing the fluid from Tarzan's penis onto Chink's face with his other hand. With the basket full of stones, Tarzan and Chink had to lean back, standing on their tiptoes, trying to alleviate the tearing pain.
Kurt signaled for a halt, then walked behind Tarzan, took the whip handed to him by his men, and lashed it mercilessly across Tarzan's broad back.
Tarzan screamed in agony through his sock-stuffed mouth as the whip rained down. His body trembled and swayed, but restrained by the instruments of torture, each lash relentlessly tore at his skin. Simultaneously, his writhing caused the stone basket hanging from his penis to sway, resulting in Chink also suffering intense torment from his genitals. Tarzan's body and will were taking a heavy toll.
Seeing Tarzan's swaying body, Kurt sneered, "Ha ha~ You've finally met your match!" He wasn't about to let his prisoner lose consciousness. So, he temporarily turned his attention to Chink, whose eyes were wide with fury. The frenzied whipping caused Chink to let out piercing screams. But with his mouth stuffed with socks, his desperate cries ultimately amounted to only muffled groans and whimpers. Exhausted from the beating, Kurt ordered his men to pour a bucket of cold water over the father and son, who were already on the verge of death from torture. Tarzan awoke from his semi-conscious state.
Kurt lit a cigar, leisurely smoking it and blowing the smoke into Tarzan's face.
Tarzan met Kurt's defiant gaze. Kurt smeared some mutton fat on Tarzan's anus and began stroking it with his fingers. Then, he forcefully shoved a finger into Tarzan's anus. Tarzan shook his head in pain. Kurt used his left arm to restrain Tarzan's neck and then inserted two more fingers, then three… His fingers churned inside Tarzan's body. The unprecedented pain and the urge to defecate caused the veins in Tarzan's neck to bulge, and his muscles bulged with suppressed rage. After a series of thrusts, Kurt took out his own penis, lubricated it, and began to stroke it. Just as Taishan breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a thick, hot rod pressing against his back. Along with a sudden, inexplicable fear, a tearing pain shot through his lower body as Kurt pushed the head of his penis into Taishan's anus.
Kurt yelled with ecstasy, "You son of a bitch, fucking me is better than fucking my godson!" He thrust his penis in violently, and Tarzan felt the indescribable pain intensify exponentially. The tearful eyes of Qink staring at him gradually blurred... A sharp burning pain brought Tarzan back to his senses. Kurt, while burning Tarzan's chest with a cigar butt, said, "Trying to pass out? Don't try to escape. I don't want to fuck a person without feeling." The frenzied thrusting nearly broke Tarzan's will. His excessively abused body almost lost all sensation. In Kurt's relentless assault, Tarzan let out intermittent groans.
Qink, seeing his father being sodomized by Kurt, wept desperately. At that moment, a pungent smell of smoke wafted from behind. "Why is no one keeping you company? Hehe~~ Want me?" said Ambard. He hugged Qink from behind with his hairy black body, spat on Qink's anus, and then pulled up his already monstrous black rod, thrusting it straight into Qink's body.
As Tarzan was being tortured from both ends, he saw an ape frantically ramming Qink's body. The plight of the father and son before him almost made him lose all will to resist and hope.
For a moment, Tarzan and Qink's bodies swayed rhythmically from the thrusting from behind, in sync with their gasps and groans. The ropes binding their penises and the basket full of rocks hanging from them swayed along with them. The penises were pulled and twisted strangely, like performing a bizarre dance.
Occasionally, Tarzan would let out a groan from the burning cigar butt in Kurt's hand, but it was immediately drowned out by the laughter and strange cries around him. The stone basket dangling from the father and son's penises was finally removed. Due to the excessive pulling and tearing, the rope binding their genitals had dug deep into their flesh. Having finally been freed, Qinke could no longer support himself; his legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees. Ambard, who had just ejaculated inside Qinke, grabbed Qinke's hair, lifted his face, and slapped Qinke's face with his penis, the remaining semen splattering everywhere on Qinke's battered body.
Ambard swung his hips, slapping Qinke's face with his long black staff. Soon, his large penis was once again hard as iron. He removed the gag from Qinke's mouth and brutally shoved his penis into the delirious Qinke's mouth. Taishan roared angrily. For a moment, he forgot his pain and his restraints, struggling to lunge at Ambard. However, his hands were tied to an iron hook on the ground behind him with a rope. The rope was pulled taut, causing the iron hook buried deep in the ground to sway. Kurt slowly wiped the remaining semen from his penis with his underwear, then placed it over Taishan's head, blindfolding him and covering his nose. Then, he grabbed Taishan's bruised and swollen penis. Taishan was forced to stop resisting. At the same time, his own penis rapidly hardened and swelled with Kurt's constant twisting. Each caress and turn of Kurt's caused Taishan to groan in pain mixed with pleasure. Excessive humiliation was eroding his will.
The ropes behind Taishan were untied, and Kurt, pulling on Taishan's thick, hard penis, forced Taishan to drag himself forward, the excruciating pain in his groin causing him to stagger. His eyes were blindfolded, and the smell of Kurt's semen filled his nostrils, causing his penis to tremble with excitement. Qink's cuffed hands were hung from a wooden frame, and his legs were spread apart and suspended. Ambard's penis remained lodged in Chink's mouth. His hands pressed Chink's head down, silencing him.
The warmth of Chink's mouth caused him to twist his hips, allowing for deeper penetration. Kurt smeared mutton fat on Tarzan's penis, then had Tarzan stand between Chink's legs. Guiding Tarzan's penis against his son's repeatedly abused anus, desire consumed Tarzan's brain. He instinctively thrust his penis into the slightly twitching pink anus and began slow thrusting. Chink watched Tarzan's penetration; his father's enormous penis made him gasp, but his mouth overflowed with saliva and semen. Ambard's penis churned in his mouth, while Tarzan, reaching the peak of his lust, began thrusting rapidly. The violent collisions and impacts brought Ambard, still penetrating Chink's face, the ultimate pleasure. He pressed Chink's head down, pushing the head of his penis into Chink's throat. Then, he convulsively ejaculated. To avoid suffocation, Chink had to swallow large gulps of the semen. However, a large amount of semen still splattered onto Chink's face as the ape's penis was withdrawn. Meanwhile, Tarzan's thrusts became even faster and more violent. Chink's mouth was overflowing with fluid. He mumbled "No~" but Kurt had already quickly grabbed Chink's chin and shoved his own penis inside. The ape Ambard still wouldn't let go of Chink's bruised penis; hanging in mid-air, Chink's penis swayed rhythmically below. He squatted down and began to masturbate. In a dizzying state, Chink's lower body also began to erect angrily. Tarzan groaned loudly through his gagged mouth, his body arching, and he ejaculated with all his might. In this final thrust, the ape Ambard ripped off the blindfold from Tarzan's head. Tarzan saw that the person he had sodomized was Chink, and he let out a desperate cry.
He staggered back a few steps. At this moment, Chink's body, suspended in mid-air, was still swaying from Kurt's thrusting. The ape, wiping the still-dripping semen from his black penis with Kurt's underwear, whispered in Tarzan's ear, "How's it going? Is your godson enjoying it?" He then wiped Tarzan's penis with the dirty underwear before putting it over Chink's head. Tarzan was unconscious, watching in agony as his son's young body suffered this ordeal. While continuing to masturbate Chink's engorged penis, Ambard signaled to the thugs to bind Tarzan, who was already handcuffed and shackled, tightly with ropes. Bound into a shrimp-like shape, Tarzan was placed face down directly beneath the suspended Chink. Several men adjusted his position so that Chink's glans was facing his father's anus. Then, Kurt groaned and began ejaculating into Chink's mouth. A sock, already prepared nearby, was almost immediately stuffed into Chink's mouth. Kurt squatted beside Tarzan's face, lit a cigar and puffed on it with satisfaction, dripping the remaining semen from his penis onto Tarzan's almost expressionless face. Tarzan's buttocks were spread apart, and mutton fat covered his alluring anus. The ape-man, Ambard, used his mutton fat-covered hands to manipulate Chink's penis, signaling the thugs to lower the ropes suspending Chink's hands and feet little by little. Chink's body slowly descended, his hands and feet being pulled upwards, and the weight of the shackles had numbed him to the point of numbness. The underwear stained with everyone's semen was stuck to his face, making it impossible for him to open his eyes or even breathe.
Anbad positioned Qink's glans against Taishan's opening and closing anus, and with a flick of his wrist, the ropes loosened. Qink's body slammed down, his penis fully inside Taishan. Taishan struggled in pain, and Qink, sensing this, tried to pull away from him. But the more he moved, the more intense the stimulation and pleasure from the penis inside Taishan's anus became. He groaned involuntarily and began thrusting forcefully. His son's penis pumped rapidly inside him. Taishan, bound hand and foot, his mouth stuffed with the sock, tears welling in his eyes, stood there. Kurt shoved the remaining half of the cigar into Tarzan's nostril, then grinned maliciously in his ear, saying, "I prefer fucking your ass. After you finish this cigarette, suck it for your son, then I'll fuck you. If you want your son to do it, you'd better suck slowly. Haha~~" Tarzan's mouth was completely stuffed, and the pungent cigar smoke was inhaled into his lungs. He coughed, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, which only made the cigar burn faster. His nose quickly felt the intense heat of the cigar butt, and Tarzan struggled. Meanwhile, Qink, who was being thrust into on his back, couldn't help but groan with pleasure. Qink was pulled off Tarzan, his penis pulled from his father's anus, trembling like an angry sword. Tarzan was forced to kneel on the ground. Kurt took the wet sock from his mouth and shoved the red-hot cigarette butt from his nose into Tarzan's mouth. Tarzan's muscles tensed in pain. Kurt grabbed Tarzan's face and said, "If you don't behave, your son will suffer even more!" Tarzan nodded silently. Kurt commanded, "Swallow it!" Tarzan swallowed the cigarette butt in his mouth with difficulty, and Kurt smiled with satisfaction. Qink was brought in front of Tarzan and forced to kneel on the ground. Ambard grabbed Tarzan's hair and pressed his face against Qink's still erect penis. Tarzan closed his eyes and took his son Qink's penis into his mouth. The penis almost immediately began to thrust rapidly. Seeing this, the ape Ambard cheered triumphantly. Without saying a word, he ran over, grabbed Tarzan's buttocks, and inserted his black penis into Tarzan's anus. Tarzan carefully sucked on Qink's bruised penis. Because his body was bound, he could not move. The excruciating pain and impact to his rear caused him to plunge completely into Chink's crotch. Chink's glans pressed against Tarzan's throat, and Tarzan immediately felt short of breath. He tried to pull away from Chink's body, but the subsequent thrusting rendered his struggles futile. In a suffocating dizziness, he heard a muffled groan coming from Chink's gagged mouth. Then, a large gush of warm semen poured into his mouth. At this moment, Chink's underwear was also pulled down, and Chink groaned miserably. Several men pulled Chink away, made him kneel at a distance, chained his neck with an iron chain, and tied him to a wooden stake. They watched as Tarzan's mouth was gagged with the semen-soaked underwear, and then a smelly sock was tied to his mouth and nose. The ape, Ambard, grabbed Tarzan's buttocks to penetrate even deeper.
"Damn, that feels so good!" The ape slapped Tarzan's buttocks, thrusting into Tarzan's body with increasing force each time.
Tarzan felt the fleshy rod fill every inch of his body, the intense throbbing pain almost numbing him. The stench of socks filled his nostrils, and his mouth was filled with the smell of semen and male genitalia. At that moment, no one noticed Kurt approaching Ambard with a short knife. A flash of light, and Ambard screamed in agony, writhing on the ground, clutching his genitals, blood splattering everywhere. His enormous, monstrous black member had been severed at the root, remaining inside Tarzan's anus.
"Hmph. Daring to steal my food!" Kurt cursed viciously, ordering his men to drag the unconscious Ambard outside.
Tarzan, now free from restraint, collapsed to the ground, the long, thick fleshy rod still throbbing vividly inside his anus. Kurt untied the ropes binding Tarzan and said with a smile, "Concerned about your son, huh? Go check on him quickly." With his hands still cuffed behind his back, Tarzan struggled to straighten up. Just as he was about to stand, the penis in his anus made him groan in pain. He had no choice but to kneel down and move forward little by little, but the discomfort and throbbing pain in his lower body still made every movement painful and his whole body tremble. Kurt grinned maliciously, "I'll count to ten. If you haven't reached your son by then, I'll have everyone gang rape him! One!" Taishan, enduring the pain, straightened his back and continued crawling forward... "Two!"... "Three!"... Taishan exerted all his strength, but the pain in his lower body contorted his entire body... "Four!"... "Five!"... Everyone mocked Taishan's posture and expression... "Six!"... "Seven!" Qin Ke, watching Taishan stagger forward with a thick, straight penis lodged in his anus, wept with shame... "Eight!" He looked at Taishan, whimpering through his gagged mouth, unable to utter a sound... "Nine!" Only one meter left, but for Taishan at this moment, it felt like an eternity...
"Ten-----------!" Taishan used his last strength to rush forward, collapsing in front of Qin Ke.
Taishan and Qin Ke knelt face to face on the open ground in the cave. The flickering torches illuminated their tormented bodies, the shackles on their wrists and ankles gleaming cruelly in the darkness. An iron chain bound them together, binding them to their very core. The cave echoed with Tarzan and Chink's rapid, heavy breathing. "Faster! Faster!" Kurt shouted. A whip lashed Tarzan's back. Tarzan groaned, his shackled hands involuntarily increasing the frequency of his thrusts. Chink, on the other hand, also quickened the pace of his pounding. Kurt, watching the two masturbate, couldn't help but laugh excitedly. His wicked voice reverberated in the cave. "Ahhh------!" Chink's body suddenly stiffened, milky white semen gushing powerfully from his fingers. Tarzan felt a wet heat on his chest as Chink's semen sprayed onto him. At the same time, he couldn't help but reach orgasm, a large amount of semen shooting onto Chink's body, some even splashing onto Chink's face. In the flickering firelight, two robust men stretched their bodies like two fully drawn bows, their muscles bulging with each contraction, exuding intense power and desire. Qink silently wiped the sticky fluid from his face and body with his handcuffed hands. Then, he allowed the thugs to unlock his handcuffs and re-cuff them behind his back.
Tarzan's hands were similarly handcuffed behind his back. He hung his head helplessly, looking at the semen spilled on his chest by Qink. The chains around their necks were removed, and a leather rope was used to bind the penises of both Tarzan and Qink. In this state, there was no way to resist, let alone escape. The re-bound Tarzan and his son, dragged by the thugs and shuffling their heavy shackles, were brought before Kurt. Tarzan was kicked hard in the back of the knee, involuntarily kneeling before Kurt. Because their penises were connected by the leather rope, Qink was also forced to kneel. Kurt took off his deerskin boots and stretched his feet out in front of Tarzan and Chink. For nearly half a month, it had been an endless cycle of torture and humiliation. Their strong will had been almost numbed. Tarzan and Chink lowered their heads, biting down on Kurt's smelly wool socks and slowly pulling them down. Then, they put Kurt's toes in their mouths. Kurt, with a cigar in his mouth, smiled smugly. His toes swirled and teased in their mouths, occasionally poking their noses and pinching their eyes with his exposed toes, mocking Tarzan and Chink.
While his desires were being satisfied and vented, Kurt was also filled with anxiety. Within days of capturing Tarzan and his son, Tarzan's herd, led by Merlin, had arrived at the mine and surrounded it. In the nearly two-week standoff, the mine's daily reserves were almost completely depleted. And the miners' villainous leader, Ambard, who had been castrated by Kurt, had miraculously survived and even led his men in an infighting, nearly wiping out Kurt's entire army. Now, Kurt could only hold onto this cave, his last line of defense, enjoying his pleasure for as long as he could. He stood up, grabbed Tarzan's hair, pulled his face towards his crotch, and forcefully shoved his thick, long penis into Tarzan's mouth. Because of the leather straps binding his genitals, Qin Ke's body swayed and he fell to the ground. Kurt used his heel to gag Chink, while his other foot teased Chink's penis, which was bound like a dumpling with leather ropes. Under his teasing, Chink's young penis struggled to become erect despite the restraint of the ropes, causing immense pain to Chink's body, consumed by desire. The foot stuffed in his mouth silenced Chink's cries and groans of tormented desire; he writhed and struggled futilely under Kurt's feet. Kurt found himself increasingly dependent on these two sex slaves. Only seeing the struggles and groans of Tarzan and his son, a mixture of pain and pleasure, excited him and brought him to orgasm. The faint roars and howls of wild animals echoed from outside the cave. "These lowly animals!" Kurt cursed. Lions, elephants, and gorillas lurked around the mine day and night. He couldn't kill or release his captives. But as food dwindled day by day, Kurt grew increasingly anxious and furious. He frantically pounded on Tarzan's face, forcefully shoving his penis into Tarzan's throat and holding Tarzan's head down. The difficulty breathing caused Tarzan to instinctively struggle. "Oh, ahh!!!" Kurt released his pent-up anger through lust. To avoid suffocation, Tarzan was forced to swallow Kurt's thick semen, but the penis continued to twitch in his mouth, injecting more semen. The brutality ended in the early hours of the morning. In the cave, in the dim light of the torches, Kurt and his men were fast asleep. The recent upheavals and debauchery had exhausted them both physically and mentally. Tarzan and his son, Qink, were handcuffed and chained to a stone pillar.
Tarzan's body was covered in a sticky fluid, which dried and ripped at his skin. Due to the food shortage in the cave, he and Qink hadn't eaten for days. Their tortured bodies were on the verge of collapse, held together only by astonishing willpower. Tarzan glanced at his son, Chink. His long imprisonment had matured him considerably; Chink, too, was now unconscious from days of torture and humiliation. The cigar-burnt scar on his handsome face added to his masculine charm, and stubble had grown on his cheeks. Chink was breathing with difficulty; even during breaks, the vicious Kurt had stuffed socks and underwear into his mouths, preventing them from speaking. The young body covered in wounds, the heavy shackles on his hands and feet, and the leather rope still binding his penis—all of this sent shivers down Tarzan's spine, even though his own body was suffering the same torment. Just then, a dark figure silently and swiftly entered the cave. Tarzan looked closely and saw it was his good friend, Lion. The lion nuzzled him affectionately, but couldn't remove the gag from his mouth. Tarzan leaned closer to the lion, gesturing for it to remove the stuff from his mouth. The lion seemed to understand, carefully licking Tarzan's face with its tongue, finally biting the piece of cloth sticking out of Tarzan's mouth and pulling out the dirty shorts. "Well done," Tarzan praised his friend. Then, he stood up and let out a long, angry roar. The sound echoed in the quiet night above the mine. Qink, Kurt, and the people in the cave were awakened. They heard the roar of hundreds of wild beasts outside, like thunder. Kurt didn't have time to put on his clothes. While looking for a gun, he shouted to his men who were staring at the lion dumbfounded, "Kill this beast first, then guard the entrance!" "Baby! Go!" Hearing Tarzan's command, the lion pounced on Kurt like lightning. Kurt's strong body was knocked to the ground by the lion, which stepped on his chest and let out a deafening roar. Merlin, accompanied by several apes, entered the cave. She immediately saw Qink and Tarzan. She rushed forward and embraced her beloved Qink, tears streaming down her face. The battle ended quickly. Under Tarzan's command, the beasts retreated from the cave. Several apes bound Kurt, who had been captured by the lion, and brought him before Tarzan and Qink. Kurt's hair was disheveled, his face was scratched by the lion, leaving several bloody marks, and his upper body was bare, revealing his muscular physique and thick chest hair. His leather trousers were tattered from the struggle, and ropes bound his body tightly. His eyes held no fear or pleading, staring directly at the victors. Qink looked at his captive, the man who had caused him so much suffering. He saw Kurt's bare feet and remembered how those feet had been stuffed into his mouth countless times, used to play with his penis and nipples. Unable to contain himself, he shouted, "Tie his feet up too!" Kurt laughed, "What? Still savoring the taste of my feet! Want another taste?" Qin Ke retorted angrily, "You're still being stubborn at a time like this!" Kurt replied, "I'm going to die anyway, I won't kneel down and beg for mercy." Qin Ke lunged forward, grabbing Kurt's hair, but he immediately restrained himself. He said, "You want me to be like you? I won't, because we are fundamentally different." Taishan gave his son an approving look. Qin Ke, with his wife Merlin in his arms, walked out of the cave with Taishan. "Come back! Don't go!" Kurt's screams came from behind. "You can't leave me like this!" The sun had already risen in the east. Taishan and Qin Ke breathed in the fresh, cool air, feeling a long-lost sense of comfort. "Everything starts anew." Taishan looked at the departing herd of beasts, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Next, we will hold the grandest wedding for you in the primeval jungle!"

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