The Qin Dynasty: A Chronicle of Cruelty

It is said that King Ying Zheng of Qin inherited the hegemony of King Zhaoxiang of Qin at the age of thirteen. After reigning for sixteen years, he began another peak of hegemony. He was no longer the young and easily bullied puppet he had been when he first ascended the throne. Now, Ying Zheng was a vigorous and powerful King of Qin, holding real power. He conquered the three states of Han, Zhao, and Wei, aiming to unify the Central Plains. In the year he led his army to Chu, an event occurred that was not even recorded in unofficial histories...
General Bai Yichao of Qin was pacing back and forth in the military camp, troubled about what to do with the 100,000 captured Chu soldiers. "
[Reporting to the general, these 100,000 soldiers are the last bit of strength of Chu. Although they are now all under our control, if they find an opportunity to resist, wouldn't all our previous casualties be in vain?]" One of the generals around him spoke up: "[This humble general believes that all 100,000 soldiers should be executed to avoid any unforeseen complications.]" Bai Yichao remained silent. After all, the lives of 100,000 men rested entirely on his decision.
At this moment, the generals around him began to urge him on.
"Yes, General, besides, 100,000 prisoners are difficult to control. If you don't kill them, do you expect them to join the Qin army?" "Furthermore, our army has already expended considerable resources in this campaign to destroy Chu. If we don't make a decision quickly, the situation may reverse." "Enough!" Bai Yichao shouted, stopping the crowd. After a moment of contemplation, he threw out a military command
token: "Kill!" The wooden token struck the ground with a crisp sound, but behind that sound lay the lamentation of 100,000 Chu soldiers.
Upon receiving the order, the Qin soldiers unleashed a brutal massacre. They drove the Chu army into a vast, desolate mountain valley. A cold wind howled, and the grass withered and yellow. This scene made the faces of the Chu soldiers, who knew their deaths were imminent, grim. Some of the weaker ones even choked back sobs and wept.
They first erected a whole row of wooden frames, stretching as far as the eye could see. The State of Chu was originally a southern barbarian state, and the men of Chu possessed a robust physique comparable to that of the northern nomadic tribes. The later Chu overlord Xiang Yu was said to have possessed extraordinary strength, which was said to be derived from this. They stripped the Chu soldiers naked and tied them to wooden frames in a spread-eagle position. These 100,000 naked Chu men had bulging pectoral muscles, clearly defined abdominal muscles, and thick hair covering their cheeks, armpits, genitals, and strong legs. Almost every one of them was a handsome man with striking features and deep-set eyes. Not to mention the male genitals hanging between their legs, although the color of the shaft varied—some were dark brown, some were reddish-brown, some were purplish-brown, and some were covered with dark blue veins—each one thicker and larger than the last. The thin scrotum covered two round and plump testicles, which looked like ripe fruits, making one's mouth water. Some were the size of quail eggs, some were as large as pigeon eggs, and the largest was as big as a chicken egg. The man with testicles as big as chicken eggs also had an extremely handsome face. He was the commander of the Chu army—Wu Jie.
Bai Yichao rode his horse slowly through the wall of Chu soldiers, selecting those who were exceptionally handsome and strong, with strikingly prominent male characteristics. He ultimately chose three men, one of whom was Wu Jie. The three of them were carried away on a carriage, while the rest of the soldiers were about to undergo their final tortures.
Bai Yichao stood on a high platform, upon which rested a giant drum. He picked up the massive drumstick, held his breath, and struck it fiercely. The thunderous drumbeat pierced the surrounding howling wind, echoing through the valley. The Qin soldiers began to mobilize, each choosing a Chu soldier to stand before.
When the drum sounded a second time, all the soldiers drew their swords and slashed at the left arms of the Chu men before them, shouting: "[Kill!!!]!" Instantly, the Chu soldiers screamed in agony, their cries rising and falling, echoing endlessly.
The drums sounded again, and all the soldiers simultaneously slashed at the Chu soldiers' right arms. More cries of agony followed. Some of the stronger soldiers severed the arms, blood gushing from the cuts.
The next few drumbeats targeted different areas, from the chest to the waist to the thighs. Some prisoners had already slumped their heads, whether unconscious or dead, it was unclear, while the others, still conscious, groaned in pain.
The sounds of wind, drums, swords, fighting, and cries of agony continued deafeningly until the ninth round. Then, with a loud thud, each Qin soldier grabbed the base of a prisoner's thick, hot penis and swung his sword! *Thud, thud, thud…* One by one, the thick, round male glans fell to the ground, hot blood spraying onto the bodies and faces of all the Qin soldiers, staining them crimson.
Almost simultaneously, 100,000 men of Chu let out agonizing cries, tears and snot streaming down their faces, their eyes wide with pain, some even ruptured corneas, blood trickling down their handsome yet agonizing faces.
[Thump!] The tenth drumbeat sounded, and Qin soldiers swung their swords, severing the male prisoners' manhood completely!
The eleventh drumbeat followed, as Qin soldiers thrust directly into the left testicles of the prisoners! Some who had fainted from the pain were jolted awake by this thrust, letting out a piercing scream…!
Some Qin soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, didn't even wait for the twelfth drumbeat before swiftly stabbing into the right testicles of the prisoners.
When the twelfth drumbeat truly sounded, none of the 100,000 Chu men present survived; every magnificent male genitalia had been completely castrated. Blood flowed across their thick, hairy legs and the withered grass, while the Qin soldiers were also covered in blood. The cries of agony filled the air, an incessant cacophony, like a scene from hell.
The genitals of many male prisoners of war were even more horrifying. Some had not been completely castrated, with a lump of flesh still dripping blood; others had their entire scrotum skin removed, leaving only two bloody, plump testicles hanging between their legs, connected to their genitals by two thin vas deferens, teetering on the verge of falling; some still had their scrotums, but the two testicles had been pierced out; the most terrifying were those with only tattered scrotums, the two testicles embedded in the sharp blades of Qin soldiers' swords!
Suddenly, the bloody smell that had filled the air was instantly masked by a pungent, sweet, and cloying odor. The castrated, robust male bodies simultaneously gushed out turbid, milky-white male fluid from the severed ends of their penises. Each eunuch ejaculated for an extremely long time and a great distance, letting out beast-like roars from their throats. This scene left all the Qin soldiers looking at each other in disbelief.
Perhaps the extreme pain in his testicles triggered an intense pleasure, causing the castrated Chu soldier to ejaculate his last load of semen. But this is merely a hypothesis; the truth, along with the deaths of 100,000 Chu men from their injuries, remains an eternal mystery.
Meanwhile, Wu Jie and two other Chu soldiers were escorted back to Xianyang with the Qin army. The journey was undoubtedly arduous, but what truly made their lives a living hell was the relentless torture and humiliation inflicted by the Qin soldiers. They were stripped naked and bound with their limbs spread wide to a large wooden trough pulled by six horses. When the Qin army stopped to rest, many soldiers, weary from the march, would climb into the trough and play with their muscular bodies for amusement. They would often first masturbate the three men, and once their penises were erect, engorged, and their urethral openings began to secrete fluid, the Qin soldiers would torture their genitals in various ways: first, rubbing their delicate, sensitive glans with rough sandpaper or hemp rope, causing them both pain and pleasure; or tying heavy objects to their erect penises, forcibly bending the engorged penises downwards, causing them to break out in a cold sweat and groan in agony. Then, they would huff and puff, and then compete by throwing hard stones at the three men's scrotums to see who could hit their testicles the most times. Each hard hit caused them excruciating pain, making them howl for mercy. Finally, they would tightly bind the middle of the shafts of the three penises with fine cotton thread, and then rub the already swollen penises and testicles until they reached orgasm. However, because the urethra was bound shut with cotton thread, the semen could not be ejaculated at all, and it all accumulated in the lower half of the penis, causing them excruciating pain. When the cotton thread was untied, the hot semen would slowly flow from the urethral opening, wetting the entire hard penis and scrotum. Usually, the three men would faint at this point, and only then would the Qin soldiers leave, still not satisfied.
Bai Yichao spared the lives of Wu Jie and the other two men, but in reality, he intended to offer them to Zhao Gao, the powerful and treacherous eunuch in the Qin palace who dared to call a deer a horse.
Zhao Gao's father committed a crime in his early years, and his entire family of more than twenty people were punished as a result. The beautiful women were sent to the frontier to become military prostitutes, while the less attractive ones were reduced to slaves. The men, regardless of age, were all castrated.
Zhao Gao suffered castration as a child, which distorted his personality, leading him to develop a penchant for torturing young, strong men. This remained unknown until one day, at an official banquet, Zhao Gao noticed a young man, around twenty years old, with exceptional physique and appearance. He approached and struck up a conversation, learning the man's name was Li Junbao, the son of a low-ranking official. Li Junbao's father, in the midst of his drinking and conviviality, saw the powerful eunuch Zhao Gao talking to his son and, naturally, flattered him. When Zhao Gao invited Li Junbao to the Qin palace, Li Junbao's father assumed Zhao Gao wanted to promote him and readily agreed.
Li Junbao, unsuspecting, followed Zhao Gao after the banquet. Along the way, Zhao Gao gazed at Li Junbao's handsome face and strong, muscular physique, coupled with his awkward and reserved expression, arousing Zhao Gao's lust. He began to plot the tortures he would inflict upon him.
Li Junbao was taken to the hall for tea, and after drinking half a cup, he lost consciousness. When Li Junbao opened his eyes again, he found himself in a large, echoing stone chamber, lying on a wooden bed, his limbs bound to the four bedposts, unable to move. Zhao Gao sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him with a lewd expression.
[Eunuch Zhao, what... what is going on? ...] [What is going on? ... You'll find out soon enough.] After saying this, Zhao Gao tore open Li Junbao's white robe, revealing Li Junbao's muscular upper body.
[Let me go!!!] Li Junbao began to struggle, but to no avail.
Zhao Gao began to bend down and suckle the two brown nipples on Li Junbao's pectoral muscles. He teased the surrounding nipples with his tongue, his skillful technique causing them to harden and stand erect.
Zhao Gao licked down the muscle lines, reaching Li Junbao's waist. Through his trousers, he touched Li Junbao's genitals, outlining the shape of his penis with both hands. Through the fabric, a sizable penis and two round, protruding testicles were clearly visible. Zhao Gao couldn't resist burying his face in Li Junbao's ample genitals, taking a deep breath. Besides the smell of fabric, he also smelled a warm, slightly fishy scent of a young man—a scent he had never smelled on himself before.
[Ah…so fragrant…so fragrant…] Zhao Gao sniffed and sniffed Li Junbao's crotch, becoming deeply intoxicated by the aroma.
[Let me go! You perverted, castrated donkey!!!] Li Junbao felt disgusted by Zhao Gao's actions and struggled again in vain.
Zhao Gao's face darkened, and he suddenly punched Li Junbao in the scrotum, causing him to gasp in pain, but he still cursed, "You damned castrated donkey, you damned castrated donkey."
Zhao Gao, touched on his sore spot, beat him even more viciously in his groin. Li Junbao was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, and he could no longer utter a single word, only howling in pain.
Zhao Gao pulled down Li Junbao's pants, revealing his testicles, red and swollen from the heavy blows. Zhao Gao grabbed Li Junbao's scrotum and squeezed hard, forcing two hard testicles out from between his fingers, revealing faint traces of blood. Li Junbao screamed in agony, begging for mercy in a trembling voice.
A man becomes weak and submissive when his vital parts are attacked. Knowing he couldn't escape Zhao Gao's torment today, Li Junbao began to plead desperately: "[Eunuch Zhao...please...please let me go...you are of high rank and great power...please be magnanimous...don't make things difficult for Junbao, okay?...]" Zhao Gao chuckled coldly: "[If I don't make things difficult for you...then why does the world make things difficult for me? I suffered castration from a young age, when I was completely ignorant...I was castrated without even knowing it...do you think I was willing? Did I enjoy it?]" Zhao Gao's hands still tightly gripped Li Junbao's testicles, the pain almost making Li Junbao faint.
Finally, Zhao Gao released him: "[You'd better remember the feeling of having your testicles squeezed, because you will never again experience the pleasure and pain they bring.]" Li Junbao didn't understand what Zhao Gao meant until Zhao Gao took a sharp dagger from the wall, and he realized his male genitalia were about to be lost...
Li Junbao cried in fear, begging Zhao Gao: "[Don't...don't castrate me...]" "No…!" Despite his desperate pleas, Zhao Gao pressed the blade against Li Junbao's left scrotum and slashed it forcefully! With a piercing scream, a half-inch tear appeared in the scrotum. Then, another cut on the right side. Li Junbao clenched his teeth in pain, his whole body trembling.
Zhao Gao then pulled a long, thin metal tool from his pocket. It had a small, sharp hook at the tip. He inserted the hook into the wound on Li Junbao's scrotum, gently hooking it onto his vas deferens. With a pull, a testicle, along with the vas deferens, was forcibly ripped out. The pale sphere was covered with fine blood vessels, emitting a warm, fishy smell. Zhao Gao's blood boiled with excitement. He hurriedly inserted the hook into the wound on the other side, but this time he was too hasty. He accidentally pierced Li Junbao's testicle instead of hooking the vas deferens! Li Junbao screamed repeatedly, his eerie echoes reverberating in the secret chamber, until he finally succumbed and fainted.
Zhao Gao pulled out the last egg from his scrotum, but it had been punctured, and a thick, milky-yellow liquid, the so-called "yolk," was leaking out. The yolk emitted an unusually pungent, fishy odor.
[Ah… what a pity… the yolk is leaking out… this is a precious tonic… but just from the smell, you can tell the egg is of good quality and very fresh…] Zhao Gao muttered to himself as he cut the two vas deferens. Li Junbao's two large, mature testicles fell with two thuds into the porcelain jar Zhao Gao used to store his spoils. He had long wanted to taste the flavor of swallowing human testicles raw.
When Li Junbao awoke, he was already lying in his bed at home. A sharp, piercing pain shot through his groin, making him gasp for breath. He struggled to sit up, pulled back the covers, and discovered that all that remained of his genitals was a shrunken, shrunken scrotum and a penis that could no longer achieve an erection.
Later, news of this spread, and everyone in the court and among the people knew that Zhao Gao had forcibly castrated Li Junbao. However, due to Zhao Gao's power, no one dared to say much. Li Junbao's father deeply regretted sending his son to the palace with Zhao Gao, lamenting that Li Junbao had been unjustly castrated, becoming what he called a castrated donkey. As soon as
Bai Yichao returned to Xianyang, he immediately sent men to escort Wu Jie and the other two to Zhao Gao's quarters in the Qin palace.
That afternoon, Zhao Gao was lying on his couch, having someone massage his back to rest, when he suddenly heard a commotion coming from the outer hall. He hurried out to investigate. A strange military general was arguing with his trusted eunuch, Xiao Si. Three ragged men knelt on the ground. He shouted shrilly, "[What's all the noise! I'm taking a nap! Who are you?]" The general immediately stepped forward and bowed, "[Greetings, Eunuch Zhao. I am here on General Bai's orders to present a small gift. Please accept it.]" [Xiao Si, that's not right of you. Why didn't you call out to me when someone came to deliver a gift? You didn't even offer me a cup of tea.] Zhao Gao looked at the three men on the ground, their hands and feet bound and their eyes blindfolded, and said, "[Where did this gift come from?]" [Reporting to Your Excellency, it was carefully selected from among the 100,000 prisoners of war during the attack on Chu.]" [Ah… General Bai is indeed very polite… It's kind of you to bring it. Please come with me to the garden for a cup of tea and a rest."] "I appreciate your kindness, sir, but
I have urgent business to attend to." The general quickly declined. After Li Junbao was castrated, all the able-bodied men in the court and the countryside were in fear, afraid that one day they might inadvertently gain Zhao Gao's favor.
"Very well then, go back and tell General Bai that I like it very much, and I will definitely come to thank you in person another day." After the general left, Zhao Gao also dismissed the other eunuchs.
He walked to the three men and bent down to examine them, but smelled a masculine odor mixed with semen and sweat. Although Zhao Gao liked this smell, the three men were really too dirty, so he took them to the bath.
Zhao Gao first used a sleeping potion to knock the three unconscious, then untied their ropes and clothes. With each untying, he exclaimed in admiration; their alluring physiques, large erections, and handsome faces were exactly what Zhao Gao had always dreamed of. The
last one Zhao Gao untied was Wu Jie. For a moment, Zhao Gao almost couldn't breathe. He stared intently at the incredibly handsome beast lying on the ground: thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a high nose, sharply defined lips surrounded by a wild, blue stubble, bulging muscles on his chest with two dark nipples standing erect, hard, smooth, jade-like abdominal muscles, distinct bulges, firm, shapely buttocks, and strong, hairy limbs that, instead of being short and thick, were remarkably long. What took his breath away was the enormous thing in his lower abdomen. Even before it was erect, his penis was as thick and long as an elephant's trunk. Beneath the thick glans, the ridges were deeply defined, and two large testicles, the size of eggs, hung heavily between his thick legs. The thick body hair could not conceal his extremely proud masculine characteristics.
The three of them were fully developed men, no, they were simply three extremely alluring male beasts, completely different from Li Junbao's elegant and handsome type.
Zhao Gao admired them for a long time, repeatedly playing with their genitals, before finally beginning to wash them.
He used a soft brush dipped in soap to carefully scrub every inch of their smooth, dark skin, rubbing every hair on their bodies. He even shaved their faces, deliberately leaving a little bit of stubble to make them look more manly. When he washed their genitals, he carefully pulled back their foreskins and cleaned them, scraping away the sticky grime, and of course, he also cleaned the secret male anus hidden deep between their buttocks.
He bound the three men to a secret underground chamber in the back garden—the very chamber where Li Junbao had been castrated.
This chamber, originally built by Zhao Gao to escape misfortune, had now become his personal torture chamber for castrating men.
All three were bound naked to a wall. A basin of red-hot charcoal was placed in a corner to keep them warm, making the chamber quite cozy, filled with the musky scent of the three men and a distinctively male stench emanating from their genitals.
Zhao Gao had thin tubes sewn from sheep intestines inserted into their glans to drain urine, and his anuses were plugged with cork. They were only allowed to defecate at set times. Eunuchs were assigned to serve them food, drink, and bathing.
Zhao Gao thought the entire arrangement was perfect.
Afterwards, he would frequently enter the secret room to fondle the three men's bodies. He particularly loved Wu Jie's strong physique, especially his large testicles, which he would always hold in his hands, kneading and playing with them with just the right amount of force, making Wu Jie's penis erect every time, eliciting low groans.
These three strong men naturally had sexual desires, and Zhao Gao made them ejaculate once every ten days. At first, Zhao Gao would masturbate them, but later he would untie their hands (while their feet were still cuffed to the wall) and make them masturbate in front of him. The other two would simply use their hands to thrust their penises, only with slightly different rhythms and speeds, because they had suppressed their sexual desires for so long, they often ejaculated very quickly.
But Takesuke was different. He seemed remarkably persistent, employing various methods to ejaculate: he would spit into his hand, cup his glans in his palm, and rub it repeatedly, while simultaneously rubbing the coronal sulcus with his fingertips. When his lust became unbearable, he would begin to grip his thick penis and rapidly stroke it; the force and speed caused the muscles in his arms to bulge and his whole body to shake. Before long, his penis would be rubbed until it was red and swollen, dripping with precum, making a slapping sound. His other hand was not idle either, grabbing his entire scrotum and kneading the two large testicles inside, which seemed to give him immense pleasure. It would always take about an incense stick's time before Takesuke's entire body would tense up, and he would ejaculate from his purplish-red glans. He ejaculated the highest and farthest of the three, and the amount of semen was three times that of the other two, thick, sticky, and pungent, as if his testicles had an inexhaustible supply of male fluid.
Every time Zhao Gao watched Wu Jie masturbate, it was like watching a spectacular erotic performance. This made Zhao Gao like Wu Jie even more; he was captivated by his powerful masculine charm and wanted to castrate him several times, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
However, seeing these three strong male bodies every day, the desire to castrate men in his heart began to stir again.
He decided to start with the other two, thinking that these two were also top-notch men, and he had to do something special with them.
One day, Zhao Gao locked the two naked men in a large iron cage that the King of Qin used to keep rare and exotic animals, and then gave each of them an iron hammer, ordering them to fight bare-knuckle.
[Listen up, you two. When you start fighting, whoever castrates the other first can continue to be a man. If neither of you makes a move, then I will castrate both of you! Remember, the penis and testicles must be castrated completely...] Zhao Gao finished speaking and then let out another shrill laugh. —[To be continued] The two burly men looked at each other.
This was the first time they could move their hands and feet simultaneously after being imprisoned by Zhao Gao for months. Unfortunately, they were still in a cage, forced to kill each other to satisfy Zhao Gao's lust.
They were strangers in the army, captured after the defeat, and taken to Qin. On the way, they were tortured together by Qin soldiers, forced to ejaculate, and their dignity as men was trampled on… Several times they wanted to die, but they survived thanks to each other's encouragement, always hoping to escape the Qin palace one day. The three of them had long developed a bond of shared hardship. Now, to castrate each other was even more painful and torturous than Zhao Gao's previous wanton torment.
But faced with life and death, who wouldn't want to survive? They stared at each other, and finally slowly raised their iron hammers, beginning a fierce fight.
The two roared almost simultaneously and charged at each other. They attacked and blocked with their weapons, the metal clashing with a deafening sound, even sparks flying.
Born into a military family, his taut, well-defined muscles moved with practiced agility. His handsome face, accentuated by the exertion, appeared even more rugged and powerful. And then there was the alluring sight between his legs: thick, curly pubic hair extending from his navel to his groin, surrounding his proud penis and swollen testicles. Perhaps due to the close physical contact, both men were slightly erect, their semi-erect penises slapping against their own thighs and lower abdomens with a series of loud slapping sounds. This
sight fueled Zhao Gao's lust and excitement. The two men were evenly matched in martial arts and strength. Both were drenched in sweat and panting heavily, yet neither had gained the upper hand. Both men had wounds on their bodies and legs, oozing blood.
Suddenly, one of them leaped up and delivered a flying kick to the other's chest, sending him crashing into an iron railing three feet away before landing heavily.
The man who had kicked him then sprinted forward—another flying kick! As he swiftly descended from mid-air, almost reaching the man's chest, the man on the ground quickly flipped over, simultaneously throwing the hammer in his hand. The hammer spun back towards the man's groin, and after several rotations, the other end of the hammer struck his testicles hard! The man, hit in the groin mid-air, cried out in pain, crashing to the ground along with the hammer. However, the hammer fell faster; just as one end touched the ground, the man followed, and his swollen scrotum was impaled by the upright wooden handle! The impact of the fall, combined with the two consecutive blows to his testicles, caused him to groan and roll on the ground for a while, clutching his testicles, before finally losing consciousness.
The situation had taken a dramatic turn, much to Zhao Gao's delight.
Another man slowly rose from the ground, picked up a handful of hammers, and knelt beside the unconscious man.
He raised the hammer high, staring at the man's two swollen, bloodshot testicles, but hesitated for a long time before making his move.
"[What are you hesitating for...castrate him!]" Zhao Gao shouted shrilly from the side.
After a while, the man put down the hammer and shouted at Zhao Gao: "[If you want me to do it... fine! But don't forget to keep your promise!] [I said, just as two tigers cannot share one mountain, this cage... can only hold one whole man.]" Upon hearing this, the man suddenly raised the hammer and brought it down—he struck his own testicles!
He let out a bloodcurdling scream, his legs, which had been spread wide as he squatted, suddenly clamped shut. He clutched his wound, rolling on the ground in agony. After a while, blood slowly flowed from between his clenched legs, staining his entire lower body.
Zhao Gao was dumbfounded. He never expected that this man would give up the chance to be a man, preferring to castrate himself rather than castrate his own brother.
He howled in agony for a while, finally managing to move his hands away, slowly opening his legs. His left scrotum was a bloody mess, and his left thigh was stained with blood and soft, yellowish-white flesh, revealing that one of his testicles was shattered, with fragments running down his thigh to the ground.
He trembled all over with pain as he raised the hammer again, but wanting to end this hellish nightmare as soon as possible, he mustered all his strength and pounded his remaining, large right testicle! This time, the force was immense; fragments of the testicle splattered out with blood. He curled up on the ground, trembling and groaning, too weak to even roll.
At this moment, the unconscious man awoke, seeing his blood-covered, groaning companion, momentarily confused.
[Your brother has decided to castrate himself to fulfill your wish.] "It's a pity you didn't see that spectacular self-castration process, hahahahaha..." Zhao Gao laughed wildly. The scene before him was something he had never even imagined, making him clap his hands in delight: "[So spectacular! ... It's truly spectacular! ! ] [You beast!!! !
... "You won't die...!" ["I'm no longer a man... so why... linger on in this world?... Oh! ! ! !"] He let out another painful cry: ["...I have to go first...you'll take my penis later...that castrated donkey must keep his promise..."] After saying this, he bit his tongue and committed suicide. He hugged his corpse and wept bitterly, wanting to end his own life as well, but he held back when he thought of his dying wish.
Zhao Gao, who was watching from the side, was already aroused with lust. He was eager to castrate the man and didn't care about any promises anymore.
At his command, the living man was dragged out of the iron cage by a bunch of hands and feet, his hands were tightly bound and he was hung from the beam, his legs kicking wildly in mid-air. To prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide, Zhao Gao stuffed cloth into his mouth. One of the pleasures of castration was to enjoy the desperate struggle of the castrated man, who was torn between life and death. If the man was already dead, castration would become like dissecting a corpse, so Zhao Gao naturally wanted to castrate this strong man alive.
Zhao Gao raised the man until his genitals were right in front of him. He then used ropes to separate the man's legs and tie them to the legs of a table, making him appear as an inverted "U" shape. The man helplessly twisted his body in mid-air, his heavy scrotum and thick penis dangling and swaying between his legs.
Zhao Gao used one hand to manipulate the man's penis and the other hand to knead the man's dangling testicles, as if playing with two precious jade beads. The man helplessly became erect, and the thick glans of his penis even stood higher than Zhao Gao's nose.
Zhao Gao pressed his face against the man's genitals, caressing them for a moment, inhaling the familiar masculine scent. He reveled in the moment, then took out a short knife and sliced straight down the middle of the scrotum, creating a long gash in the thick scrotum. The man whimpered in pain! Zhao Gao then removed the two large testicles, the stench of blood filling the air. He stroked the man's inner thigh; the two bloody testicles bobbed up and down, seemingly two living, fleshy objects. Zhao Gao couldn't resist flicking one of the testicles with his finger, causing the man to writhe and moan again. Normally, no matter how much the testicles were squeezed and tortured, they were still separated by the scrotum, but now, with the naked testicles being directly violated, even a light flick was enough to cause the man unbearable pain!
Zhao Gao flicked it a few more times, and the man's screams became hoarse, but the sound was muffled in his throat, making it sound even more shrill and terrifying.
Zhao Gao took both testicles into his mouth, then moved his hand down to the man's inner thigh. He felt the testicles bouncing up and down in his mouth, a novel sensation that made Zhao Gao reluctant to spit out the pair of male fruits. He used his tongue to tease the fascia on the testicles, feeling the undulating blood vessels and the pungent, purulent smell... Finally, he bit down on the testicles, at which point the man let out a desperate moan and fainted in convulsions.
Zhao Gao savored the fresh, hot testicles in his mouth, feeling their soft yet firm, thick and round texture. The thought that these two were the most precious things of the castrated man before him, the things that had produced a continuous stream of semen, the things that had been trembling between his legs just moments before, and now rolling in his mouth, excited him involuntarily... He bit down hard, hearing a sharp cracking sound, and the thick, fishy-smelling egg juice overflowed between his teeth and cheeks. He chewed a few times before swallowing it with satisfaction. —[To be continued]
Not long after, King Ying Zheng of Qin heard that Zhao Gao had imprisoned Wu Jie, a general of Chu, and demanded that he hand him over.
This rumor, of course, was spread by Bai Yichao. He had originally presented the three prisoners of war to Zhao Gao with ill intentions. His plan was to wait until Zhao Gao castrated the three men, then secretly inform King Ying Zheng through a black letter, putting him in a difficult position of not being able to hand over the prisoners and being suspected of harboring enemy soldiers. However,
Zhao Gao had not castrated Wu Jie after so long, completely ruining his plan. Zhao Gao was naturally unwilling to release Wu Jie, this handsome and perfect beast, but no one dared disobey the King of Qin's order, so Zhao Gao had no choice but to obediently hand over Wu Jie.
When Ying Zheng saw the neatly dressed Wu Jie in the palace, he was immediately captivated by his masculine and handsome appearance, thinking: What a dignified and imposing general of Chu! I must recruit such a talent.
Ying Zheng immediately ordered him to be taken to a luxurious room in the Qin palace, a room reserved for envoys from various states. Although heavily guarded, effectively placing him under house arrest, this was the first time Wu Jie had regained his dignity since the defeat of Chu, no longer being treated as a plaything.
He knew, of course, what the King of Qin was thinking: he wanted him to join the army and serve Qin. But Wu Jie was not a traitor. The 100,000-strong Chu army had been executed by Qin through the cruel torture of castration, and he and three other companions had been tortured and humiliated by the Qin army, two of whom had been castrated alive by Zhao Gao
. Such deep hatred could not be forgotten so easily! Wu Jie had already devised a plan: not to refuse directly, but to use delaying tactics. If given the opportunity, he might even behead the King of Qin. However, Ying Zheng was in no hurry to summon him. He fed Wu Jie delicacies, dressed him in fine silks and satins, and assigned beautiful palace maids to serve him, along with numerous handsome young eunuchs at his beck and call.
From then on, Wu Jie lived a life of blissful ease, except for one thing: he refused to touch any of the palace maids around him. After all, a man of martial prowess was wary of lust, and thus he could only bitterly suppress the burgeoning sexual desire within him.
One chilly, drizzly evening, Wu Jie was taking a bath when a palace maid suddenly burst in.
Wu Jie angrily said, "Didn't I say I don't need anyone to serve me while I bathe?" The maid bowed gracefully and replied, "This servant, Wan'er, is serving the General for the first time and was unaware of this instruction."
"Didn't others tell you?" ["The others...the others were all punished by the King of Qin with canes and locked in a solitary confinement room to reflect on their mistakes."] ["This...what is this for?"] ["The servants' duty is to serve their masters by getting up, washing,
dressing, using utensils, bathing, undressing, until they go to bed. If any step is missed, they will be punished, and in severe cases, even executed."] The palace maid Wan'er knelt down as she spoke: ["This servant's life is not worth cherishing, but I am afraid that if I do not serve you well, it will make the General feel uncomfortable, so...please allow the General to serve you in your bath."] ["This..."] Seeing that the pitiful palace maid in front of him was also an innocent pawn, Wu Jie could not bear to make things difficult for her, so he had no choice but to agree: ["Alright, then you can just brush my back, just a little bit."] ["Yes, this servant obeys."] Wan'er
picked up a bristle brush, went around to the back of the bath tub, and began to brush Wu Jie's back. She first lathered Wu Jie's proud, bronzed back muscles with soap, then gently brushed them with a delicate touch, making Wu Jie close his eyes in comfort. Slowly, Wan'er moved her hands from behind Wu Jie's back to his chest, her smooth, white hands, covered in soap suds, gently massaging his pectoral muscles, her fingertips occasionally teasing his dark nipples. Wu Jie initially didn't think much of it, but when her fingers began to tease his nipples, his penis suddenly hardened in the water. He grabbed Wan'er's hand, turned around, and shouted, "[What are you doing!]" His face was so close to Wan'er's that he could easily smell her orchid-like scent. He saw that Wan'er's beautiful face was flushed and misty due to the mist, and her eyes, like autumn water, were still filled with fear. He was immediately startled, and instinctively wanted to possess this stunning beauty before him.
He abruptly stood up from the bathtub, not bothering to conceal his erect, swollen penis. Wan'er glanced at the massive thing, then shyly turned her head away. Wu Jie grabbed Wan'er, feeling the exquisite curves of her full breasts and slender waist through the thin veil, while his enormous, hard member pressed tightly against her flat stomach—at this moment, he could no longer control himself. He threw himself to the ground with Wan'er in his arms, the bathtub tipping over, the water soaking her entire body. The thin veil instantly became transparent, revealing her breasts and private parts. Wu Jie's lust surged, and he directly pulled open Wan'er's clothes and skirt. Just as he was about to insert his penis into Wan'er's lower abdomen, he heard Wan'er sobbing softly. He then realized with a start that Wan'er had not resisted at all, simply letting him manipulate her like a beautiful doll.
He stopped all his violent actions and slowly asked: "[Did Ying Zheng send you?]" Wan'er nodded, a single, glistening tear sliding down her cheek.
Wu Jie immediately rose and wrapped himself in his robe.
Wan'er cried as she spoke, "General, please don't go. I'm still a virgin, so I'm a little scared. I absolutely have no reluctance whatsoever… My status is lowly; to become your man is a blessing I earned in my past life…" Before she could finish, Wu Jie walked towards the door, returning shortly with two large buckets of hot water.
"Wash yourself first," Wu Jie said, throwing down a bundle of clothes before turning and leaving.
Wan'er had no choice but to begin undressing and bathing, her heart filled with trepidation. She was terrified of Wu Jie's thick, hard penis, and even more afraid of failing to report to the King of Qin and facing certain death.
After bathing, Wan'er, dressed in plain clothes and with her long hair flowing, went to Wu Jie's room.
Wu Jie was still wearing his half-wet bathrobe, sitting upright on the edge of the bed.
"[General, I've finished bathing...]" Wan'er said, bowing her head, and began to undress. "
[Wait!]" Wu Jie stood up from the bedside and handed her something wrapped in a white cloth.
As soon as Wan'er opened it, a strong, pungent smell wafted out. Inside the white cloth was an embroidered handkerchief, stained with a milky, sticky liquid. Although Wan'er was a virgin, her intelligence immediately told her it was semen. She immediately bowed gratefully, saying, "[Thank you for your kindness, General.]"
After reporting back to the King of Qin, Wan'er returned to Ganquan Palace. Ganquan Palace was inhabited by Zhao Ji, Ying Zheng's birth mother, and Wan'er was actually Zhao Ji's personal maid. Because of her beauty and talent, the King of Qin assigned her the task of seducing Wu Jie.
The following afternoon, after serving Empress Dowager Zhao Ji her afternoon nap, Wan'er chatted with the other maids outside the door. She recounted the events of that night, describing how handsome and robust Wu Jie was, how considerate he was of his servants, and how kind-hearted he was… Several naive young women even chattered about Wu Jie's impressive penis.
Wan'er said shyly, "[You know what? His penis… it's at least six or seven inches long… almost as thick as my wrist…]" "[Wow… isn't that a root? A stick!]" one of the maids teased
, making the girls tremble. Wan'er felt both embarrassed and amused.
But every word reached Zhao Ji's ears.
Zhao Ji had been widowed early in life. Although she was Empress Dowager, she was ultimately a lonely woman. She began to seek out young and strong men from outside the palace to satisfy her wolfish sexual desires. One of them, a street ruffian named Lao Du, possessed remarkable talents and a silver tongue for flattery, making him Zhao Ji's favorite. Later, through Lü Buwei's arrangement, he underwent a fake castration and entered the palace to serve Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji's affair with Lao Du was initially foolproof, but eventually, the truth came out. One drunken night, Lao Du let slip that the affair had reached Ying Zheng's ears. The consequences were predictable: Lao Du was executed by being torn apart by five horses, and Lü Buwei was exiled to remote Sichuan.
Zhao Ji escaped unscathed, but Ying Zheng distanced himself from her. She had lost three of the most important men in her life: two lovers and a son. From then on, she was sexually frustrated, yet her insatiable lust only intensified.
Hearing about Wu Jie, Zhao Ji could no longer sleep, her mind consumed with thoughts of how to meet him and satisfy her desires.
Late at night, Zhao Ji, disguised as Wan'er, sneaked into Wu Jie's room. Unexpectedly, Wu Jie was in bed, his clothes open, masturbating while recalling Wan'er's beautiful body and delicate face from the previous night. Sensing someone entering, he shouted, "Who's there!" Zhao Ji immediately bowed, "Wan'er deserves to die for waking the general
." "What brings you here so late?" Wu Jie asked, straightening his clothes. Zhao Ji glanced
between Wu Jie's legs, and in the darkness, she could vaguely see a prominent bulge. She was overjoyed.
"Last time, I was deeply grateful to the general for his consideration in not taking my virginity. I admire the general greatly and consider myself his. Tonight, I am serving the general willingly; no one instructed me." Wu Jie, after all, was still a young and vigorous man. He had been fantasizing about masturbation in bed, and now that his fantasy had come true, he could no longer suppress his desire. So he pulled Zhao Ji into the bed curtains and began to make love.
In the darkness, Wu Jie didn't realize that it was Zhao Ji in disguise. Partly because he had only met Wan'er once and didn't know her appearance clearly; and partly because Zhao Ji was naturally stunningly beautiful, with a face like a peach blossom. Thanks to her age-defying techniques, although she was already a wolf in sheep's clothing, she still looked like a young girl. Wu Jie only felt that the Wan'er in his arms tonight seemed slightly different, but more voluptuous, more mature, and more alluring.
After Lao Du's death, Zhao Ji finally experienced the joy of being a woman again, while Wu Jie, after a series of abuses and humiliations, finally regained a sliver of his male dignity. Having been deprived of women for a long time, he was particularly vigorous that night. They made love for two whole hours, with Wu Jie ejaculating three times, while Zhao Ji had already reached the peak of orgasm countless times. Both of them were drenched in sweat, their lower bodies covered in sticky bodily fluids, the bed curtains filled with a pungent, warm, and erotic atmosphere.
Afterwards, Zhao Ji often came to see Wu Jie. Wu Jie knew that she was not the Wan'er he had known before, but both were exceptionally beautiful, and to Wu Jie there was no difference. He simply regarded her as some neglected concubine or palace maid in the Qin palace, never imagining that she was Zhao Ji, the birth mother of King Ying Zheng of Qin.
The man whose testicles had been castrated and swallowed alive by Zhao Gao, after fainting, awoke three days later to find himself lying in a neat room. He looked around, stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and quickly touched his genitals. Sure enough, only his penis remained; his testicles had been removed, and there were traces of sutures on his scrotum… It wasn't a nightmare, but a real tragedy! He couldn't accept the fact that he had been castrated, and for a moment, he could only stare blankly like a wooden statue.
At this moment, someone opened the door and entered. The man slowly looked up and felt the person looked very familiar. He then remembered that three months ago, during the Qin-Chu war, this was the man who had taken him away, subjecting him to a series of horrific events.
[What exactly happened?… Who are you?] The castrated man finally spoke, but his tone seemed somewhat shrill, unlike before.
[You've been unconscious for three days, and you've finally woken up. I am General Bai Yichao of Qin. My men found you abandoned in the bushes while searching the city. Your… injuries…] "It was heavy. I went through a lot of trouble to save your life," Bai Yichao said, taking a few steps forward to stand in front of the man. "As for what happened? ...
You should know better than me." He then glanced at the man's crotch.
"You despicable scoundrel... colluding with Zhao Gao..." The man glared at Bai Yichao through gritted teeth.
"Don't compare me to that castrated donkey!" Bai Yichao immediately interrupted him. "You were just tools I used to frame that castrated donkey. It was just a wrong move... but that doesn't matter anymore. It's just... I cursed Zhao Gao like a castrated donkey. You must find that grating... castrated donkey?" He then slapped the man's crotch.
The man threw a punch at Bai Yichao's jaw, but Bai Yichao deflected it with one hand.
"You'd better be sensible! Listen to your voice, feel your beard. Without your testicles, you're not a man at all!" Bai Yichao pinched the man's smooth, beardless chin, stroking his still handsome face, and whispered, "[If you still want to keep your dog's dick, you'd better behave yourself. From today onwards, you are my eunuch slave... Do you hear me?]" Bai Yichao finished speaking and slapped the man across the face, making a crisp, loud sound.
"[Someone! Keep an eye on him!]" The man watched Bai Yichao's departing figure, a tear streaming down his face, as if mourning the irretrievable loss of his past as a man. From this day forward, he would become a eunuch slave to be played with at will.
Later, he was given a name; Bai Yichao called him Weisi, a name derived from his imposing physique, but actually meaning "eunuch temple."
After Zhao Gao castrated Wei Si, his appearance didn't change much. Aside from a slightly shrill voice and the loss of his beard, he remained robust and handsome. Unlike most eunuchs in the palace who were castrated from a young age, Wei Si was castrated after reaching maturity, so his behavior was no different from that of an ordinary man. However, his inner world underwent a tremendous transformation. On his first day awakening in the general's mansion, he was filled with anger and determined revenge. But as time passed, his anger turned to sorrow, and eventually, his heart was almost dead, leaving him like a walking corpse. Perhaps, as Bai Yichao said, he was no longer a man, and had lost his former strength and dignity. Now, he only sought to endure humiliation and survive, living one day at a time.
Bai Yichao actually had homosexual tendencies. Although he was a military general, he still kept many handsome young men in his household for his pleasure. This was quite common for people of any status at the time, and having homosexual relationships only highlighted his strong masculine desires, something to boast about. However, in his heart, those handsome young men were no different from women. What he truly craved were mature men with strong bodies. Wei Si perfectly met his criteria. He had the appearance of a mature man, and having sex with him could satisfy Bai Yichao's deepest desires without questioning his masculinity, because Wei Si's lack of manhood was common knowledge in the general's mansion.
One night, Bai Yichao dismissed all the guards and servants inside and outside the room. He led Wei Si to his grand and imposing bedroom, where he lit three or four braziers of charcoal fire, making the room hotter than midsummer. Soon, the two naked men were covered in sweat, and the entire bedroom was filled with a musky scent that lingered on their two muscular bodies, which were glowing red and hot in the firelight. What a beautiful and fragrant picture of male eroticism!
Bai Yichao began to caress Wei Si's muscular body, licking the salty yet sweet sweat on his skin. After several tender moments, the two went from standing and embracing to lying on the carpet, intertwining and rolling around. Wei Si's broad chest, firm abdominal muscles, and dark, erect nipples drove Bai Yichao wild. Wei Si could still get an erection normally, although it was slower and not as hard as before his castration. But when his thick, long penis was fully erect, it was still as impressive as ever. The veins were twisted and tangled, covering the swollen, red shaft. The thick, juicy glans, like a fresh lychee, was purplish-red and throbbing. Unfortunately, the scrotum was empty, which only made his penis appear even larger and more astonishing.
Bai Yichao was equally impressive, his well-developed muscles nearly perfect. While his penis wasn't as large as Wei Si's, it was harder and more erect, an extremely masculine and alluring organ. His scrotum contained two large testicles, unlike Wei Si's, which bounced and trembled with Bai Yichao's excited moans.
Bai Yichao placed his penis in Wei Si's mouth, thrusting repeatedly in and out of his wet mouth. Each time his thick glans reached deep into Wei Si's throat, Wei Si couldn't help but gag. Bai Yichao, however, thrust even deeper. He loved seeing Wei Si's handsome face contorted in pain, an expression of unbearable agony, perfectly satisfying Bai Yichao's conquering pleasure. Especially the thought of a man as strong as himself being manipulated by him filled him with uncontrollable excitement, his massive penis thrusting in faster, harder, and deeper.
After Wei Si licked Bai Yichao's penis until it was dripping with juice, Bai Yichao felt his penis was as hard as a rock. His glans throbbed with pain, and he desperately wanted to release. Wei Si's soft, moist mouth was no longer enough. Bai Yichao flipped over, pinning Wei Si beneath him, and without any foreplay, thrust into Wei Si's tight anus. Wei Si cried out in pain, his body drenched in cold sweat. The more Wei Si begged, the more vigorously Bai Yichao fucked him, each thrust involving complete withdrawal and insertion. Bai Yichao's testicles slapped against Wei Si's buttocks and thighs, making a seductive sound. In his painful struggle, Wei Si heard that sound and felt the two round spheres striking his skin. He knew those were the male fruits he lacked—a man's most precious two testicles. A wave of bitterness washed over him. What use was his strength? What use was having a penis? He was still just a castrated slave!
Strangely, when he thought about being castrated and enslaved, subject to abuse and violation, his penis, which had been limp from the pain in his anus, became erect again. He felt an indescribable excitement, a contradictory feeling of satisfaction and pleasure mixed with pain and humiliation. It was the first time he had experienced pleasure since his castration. His penis became as hard and large as before, and the tearing pain in his anus gradually turned into a tingling sensation. Finally, both of them were caught in a frenzied vortex of lust, reaching climax after lingering intercourse. Bai Yichao held Wei Si's body tightly, ejaculating streams of hot semen inside him. At the same time, Wei Si also ejaculated his first semen since his castration. It couldn't really be called semen, because it didn't contain any white, cloudy semen strands, only sticky, transparent pre-ejaculate, but it was still just as hot and pungent.
Bai Yichao slowly stood up, looking at Wei Si lying on the ground panting, his semen staining the carpet.
"You eunuch, you're really something. You've lost your testicles, yet you can still ejaculate. Did I fuck you until you were in ecstasy? ...Huh?" Bai Yichao whispered in his ear, then pressed Wei Si's handsome face against the semen he had ejaculated on the blanket, rubbing it against him while kicking his still-erect penis: "Lick your spineless semen clean!" Wei Si, his face and head covered in sticky, fishy filth, begged for mercy. Although he looked pained, his inner feelings and physical reactions didn't lie. Wei Si's penis grew harder with each kick, eventually returning to its previous erect state.
Bai Yichao felt both angry and amused: "You like being humiliated, don't you? Fine, I'll grant your wish!" He took a rattan whip from the wall and began whipping Wei Si's muscular body, making Wei Si crawl on the ground, howling and begging for mercy, but his huge penis remained erect. Several blows missed Wei Si's penis, causing him to clutch his genitals and curl up in pain. Bai Yichao kicked Wei Si between the legs from behind, mercilessly pounding on his scrotum. Although Wei Si was now testicleless, his scrotum had been severely injured and could not withstand such torture. Wei Si could only howl, groan, and scream, begging for mercy in a trembling voice.
Bai Yichao continued to whip and stomp on him, and soon Wei Si ejaculated again, this time landing right on Bai Yichao's foot.
Bai Yichao finally stopped torturing Wei Si, breathing slowly: "[Eunuch, you've dirtied my feet. Hurry up and lick them clean.]" Wei Si had no choice but to obediently begin licking Bai Yichao's feet.
Bai Yichao looked down at Wei Si, who was obediently licking his wounds clean like a dog slave. His body was covered in welts from the whipping, some still bleeding. Between his kneeling legs, his semi-erect penis bore a swollen welt, a glistening drop of fluid hanging from the glans—a rather endearing sight. A sudden surge of pity welled up in Bai Yichao's heart. He pushed Wei Si back to the ground and began to gently kiss his wounds, including the whip mark on his penis. Wei Si was suddenly bewildered, both surprised and delighted. He couldn't understand why the person who had beaten him so badly just moments before was now so tender towards him.
Later, they showered together in the bathroom. Bai Yichao even applied medicine to Wei Si's wounds. Even after they shared a bed, neither of them uttered a word, as if everything was perfectly natural.
On the bed, their two strong bodies embraced tightly. Bai Yichao looked at Wei Si's handsome face with immense affection. He gently touched the welts on his chest and asked, "Does it still hurt?" Wei Si shook his head. He reached under the covers and gently cupped Wei Si's empty scrotum: "Does it still hurt here?" Wei Si shook his head again, but this time two uncontrollable tears slid down his deep-set eyes.
Bai Yichao gently stroked Wei Si's scrotum: "I'm sorry, if I hadn't chosen you back then, you wouldn't have been tortured like this by Zhao Gao. I truly love you. If I could do it all over again, I would risk being accused of treason to bring you back to the manor intact... Unfortunately, it's all too late now..." "If you hadn't chosen me back then, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive today." Wei Si's words had a hidden meaning; after all, losing testicles was no small matter to be easily forgiven.
"Do you really think so?" Bai Yichao didn't catch the second layer of meaning in his words: "...As long as you stay obediently by my side, I promise I will never let you suffer such pain again in this lifetime..." "...There won't be any greater pain..." Wei Si choked out.
Bai Yichao couldn't bear to hear this. After a moment of silence, he grabbed Wei Si's hand and pulled him under the covers to touch his scrotum.
Wei Si felt two round, hard testicles—a feeling both familiar and strange. He hadn't touched testicles, this fruit belonging only to men, in a long time, since his castration.
[Did you feel it? If you want… I can cut off one and give it to you…] Hearing this, Wei Si couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears. He knew Bai Yichao was speaking from the heart, and that's precisely why it hurt him so much. After suffering so much, Wei Si longed for someone to love him and treat him well. Who knew that the first person to be sincere to him would be his enemy? He was confused, unsure whether he should love this person before him, whether he should hate him. Indeed, as he himself said, without Bai Yichao, he wouldn't be alive now, but Bai Yichao was also involved in everything he had experienced, especially since he was a general of Qin! National hatred, personal vendettas, and petty personal feelings surged and intertwined in Wei Si's heart, causing him increasing heartache and making him weep more and more bitterly…
Over time, everyone in the manor naturally became aware of the ambiguous and secretive relationship between Wei Si and Bai Yichao. Therefore, while outwardly showing Wei Si courtesy, they secretly despised him, considering him nothing more than a eunuch who served others with his looks.
Bai Yichao dressed Wei Si up like a magnificent doll, adorning him with elegant yet exquisite robes, precious jade pendants, and housing him in luxurious and comfortable rooms. Yet, all of this made Wei Si feel like he was in a cage; he felt like nothing more than a bird confined in a gilded cage.
Because his testicles had been removed, Wei Si no longer possessed the intense sexual desire he once had. Conversely, Bai Yichao's desires were insatiable every night, as if he wanted to unleash all the pent-up longing for a man's body accumulated over the past twenty years. Wei Si was always exhausted trying to satisfy Bai Yichao, letting him bite, caress, and manipulate him. Sometimes Wei Si would ejaculate clear semen, but more often he wouldn't experience any orgasm.
Of course, for Wei Si to ejaculate, he had to endure Bai Yichao's relentless torture, whipping, verbal and physical humiliation, but Bai Yichao wasn't always in the energy to do so.
Several months later, Bai Yichao was sent to Henan for military training, leaving the general's mansion for a period. Wei Si breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; he would finally no longer have to please Bai Yichao every night and could enjoy a more peaceful life. However, he didn't expect that without Bai Yichao, the general's mansion would no longer be a beautiful gilded cage for him, but a living hell where he could neither live nor die.
On the second night after Bai Yichao's departure, Huo Qing, Bai Yichao's maternal uncle and Madam Bai's elder brother, led a group of men and swiftly arrested Wei Si, taking him directly to the private torture chamber of the General's Mansion.
Several braziers of charcoal fire illuminated the torture chamber as if it were daytime. Wei Si's hands and feet were shackled to a wooden frame in the center of the room, and a brutal torture was about to begin.
Huo Qing approached Wei Si and slapped him twice across the face. Two clear red handprints instantly appeared on Wei Si's handsome face: "[You eunuch, you used your filthy and obscene hands to seduce General Bai, causing him to bear a terrible reputation. If I don't get rid of you today, I fear you will one day destroy the Bai family!]" Wei Si stared at Huo Qing for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter: "[That sounds nice, but I think you're really just trying to get revenge for your widowed sister. But speaking of which, if Madam Bai is willing to learn from me, I might consider teaching her a few moves... Hahahaha...]" Huo Qing, utterly humiliated by Wei Si's retort, turned pale. He lashed out with his whip, striking Wei Si repeatedly—once, twice, three times… Slowly, Wei Si's clothes were torn by the whip, revealing bloodied flesh. Wei Si gritted his teeth, enduring the pain without uttering a sound, but large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead. Soon, Wei Si's clothes were reduced to tattered strips, stained with blood and sweat, hanging on his half-naked, muscular body. Huo Qing ripped off the remaining shreds, revealing Wei Si's body in the firelight.
The crowd was stunned by Wei Si's naked, muscular body, bruised and battered from the beating, and secretly admired him.
[I was wondering why General Bai would be interested in a eunuch like you; turns out it's because you weren't properly castrated…] Huo Qing said, teasing Wei Si's semi-erect penis with the handle of his whip, eliciting a burst of laughter from the crowd.
Huo Qing then nudged Wei Si's scrotum twice with his knee: [The dog's dick is still there, but the dog's testicles are quite cleanly castrated.] The people behind him chuckled ambiguously.
This humiliation and teasing caused Wei Si's penis to stir again, slowly becoming engorged and erect. Huo Qing grabbed Wei Si's thick, hard, and hot penis, squeezing it forcefully. Wei Si groaned in pain, his originally swollen red glans turning a dark purple, swelling even more, and a drop of clear precum seeped from his urethral opening.
[You eunuch, you're really shameless, getting harder the more you play with me, it makes me want to play with you too...] Huo Qing ordered
someone to bring a bamboo pole and thrust it forcefully into Wei Si's anus!
[Oh────Ah──────Oh!!! ! ... After Huo Qing finished speaking, he began to pull the bamboo pole out. He pulled it out, leaving only a small section inside Wei Si's body. Wei Si had barely caught his breath when Huo Qing inserted the entire hard object again. This repeated, with each thrust and withdrawal, the entire length was fully inserted and withdrawn. After several times, Wei Si's anus was stretched open and turned inside out, revealing the tender, bright red flesh.
Wei Si had never experienced such intense manipulation before. Although it was excruciatingly painful at first, after a while, he began to experience intense pleasure. He began to tremble all over, twisting his well-defined buttocks with Huo Qing's thrusts. With each deep penetration, his magnificent penis grew even more erect and hard, the veins on the shaft bulging and clearly visible. The purplish-red glans was throbbing as if it were about to burst, and a thin stream of saliva dripped from the urethral opening, hanging straight down to the ground.
The scene of rampant lust aroused everyone present. Huo Qing's men, all burly brutes, were already rubbing their groin. Seeing this, Huo Qing addressed the crowd: "Anyone here willing to serve this eunuch will be richly rewarded!" Hearing that they could satisfy their lust and receive a reward, the men eagerly unbuckled their belts and rushed towards Wei Si.
The strongest man grabbed a spot first, pulled out the bamboo pole, and Wei Si cried out in pain, his anus clenching tightly. The strong man impatiently thrust his already rock-hard penis into Wei Si's anus and began to thrust. Before long, the burly man involuntarily let out a groan of pleasure, and Wei Si felt his enormous penis thrusting into his opening. Unlike the cold, hard bamboo pole, this enormous penis was soft yet firm, a living, breathing human penis with a burning heat. Especially the slightly upturned curve of the shaft, which ensured that the burly man's thick glans hit Wei Si's prostate perfectly with each insertion, causing Wei Si to groan with pleasure as well. Wei Si's glans secreted more and more fluid, wetting the entire penis. Huo Qing then ordered someone to masturbate Wei Si. Under the combined assault from both ends, Wei Si finally let out a low moan and ejaculated clear semen. Shortly afterward, the burly man also tensed and trembled, ejaculating his hot semen into Wei Si's body.
The second burly man then inserted himself into Wei Si's anus. Lubricated by the first man's semen, his thrusts were smoother and faster. This man seemed to have better technique; he rotated his waist and thrust forcefully, causing Wei Si's drooping penis to slowly become erect again.
Huo Qing grabbed Wei Si's penis with one hand, forcefully squeezing the glans until it swelled even more, then flicked the thick flesh with his fingers. The sensitive glans couldn't withstand such treatment; Wei Si immediately writhed and howled, but his penis showed no signs of softening.
Under this stimulation of pain followed by pleasure, Wei Si soon convulsed and trembled, ejaculating sticky fluid. Huo Qing then smeared the fluid on Wei Si's face, instantly coating his handsome face with a glistening sheen.
As Huo Qing smeared it, he said, "This is your spineless semen; taste it yourself." As soon as Huo Qing finished speaking, the second burly man also reached orgasm, ejaculating entirely into Wei Si's anus.
To make it easier for the group to gang rape Wei Si, Huo Qing untied Wei Si and laid him on the ground, though his limbs were still bound.
One after another, Wei Si's anus was constantly stretched open. At some point, Wei Si's penis could no longer get hard, so what was originally a pleasurable intercourse turned into a long and painful gang rape. Wei Si kept letting out miserable screams until his voice became hoarse. The men's merciless hard penises continued to thrust in and out of his anus. Some of the impatient strong men started masturbating. Huo Qing used a bamboo stick to pry open Wei Si's mouth, letting all the semen shoot into his mouth.
Wei Si could only gasp and groan in pain, letting streams of foul-smelling semen pour into his throat. He would occasionally cough up thick semen from his nostrils as he cried out. His lower body was in a miserable state; the semen of the others flowed from his everted anus, staining his pert buttocks and strong thighs. His limp penis was red, swollen, and broken from Huo Qing's handling.
Finally, after the fifty-odd men had vented their lust on Wei Si, only the tormented and barely recognizable Wei Si remained, curled up on the ground, his body covered in a sticky, foul stench.
[What? Enjoyed it? Real men's semen tastes much better than yours, you eunuch, doesn't it?] Huo Qing kicked Wei Si hard between the legs: [You're all rotten, yet you dare to imitate men ejaculating!] Wei Si was too weak to dodge, and could only groan weakly, his legs clamped together.
Huo Qing stomped on Wei Si's face: "[You only deserve to be a castrated slave to be manipulated! I'll castrate your dog's dick right now, let's see what you'll use to ejaculate later! --- Men, bring a knife!]" Huo Qing ordered his men to spread Wei Si's legs. No matter how desperately Wei Si struggled, the gleaming white blade still pressed against the base of Wei Si's penis. Huo Qing deliberately cut slowly, enjoying Wei Si's agonizing screams and struggles.
The knife cut inch by inch into Wei Si's penis, blood flowing freely. When only a layer of flesh remained, Huo Qing swiftly flicked the knife, and Wei Si's penis flew several feet away, hitting the wall and splattering a crimson stain.
Because of the slow cut, Wei Si was castrated extremely thoroughly, without a trace of protruding flesh remaining. Huo Qing branded the severed end of Wei Si's penis with a slightly red-hot iron shovel, then tossed a thin iron rod beside him: "Before the wound heals, you must reconnect your urethra yourself. Otherwise, if you survive, you'll die from urinary retention later." With that, he led the crowd away in a shout.
Wei Si, using his remaining strength, picked up the iron rod and inserted it into his urethra. The excruciating pain finally overwhelmed him, and he fainted.
(To be continued)
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