CW for Chapter – CBT, Gangr*pe
Nicotine’s Note
If you’re a pure-hearted maiden, don’t continue on! However, if you’re part of the Pervert Alliance, come together with me and be HAPPY!
This story isn’t worth preserving, nor does it have any meaning to it. Though if you’re someone like me who loves these type of tales, then please comment at the very least! I’m already starting to suspect I’m the only weirdo here 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (Could that really be the case!? As I pathetically squat on the ground in a corner, I cry out: “Gaffer, where are you!? Shine the light on me! What a lack of professionalism” – – +++++)
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The city in which he left from to arrive to where he is now, he no longer recalls. This city, however, was named GOMORRHA—The City of Sin—and from the moment he arrived, a strange feeling overcame him. Just why was such an alluring city named as such? However, just as he began his drifter life, it was then when everything beautiful vanished from his line of sight.
I.K once told him: The more beautiful something is, the more sinful it is.
Er Chun believes this without a doubt in his heart. This city is like this, and he himself is the same as it
“A prostitute like this in our circle is simply blasphemous! As the head Director, I declare that today we’ll hold an exposé conference for Mr. Er Chun’s daily life issues!”
Ever since Er Chun first started in this company, this Director has had his sights upon him, and now the perfect opportunity has fallen into his lap. The moment he witnessed the pitiful lamb-like Er Chun dragged out of the bathroom, pants forcibly removed by several men, and exposing his prior trained genitalia to the world, he knew the time had come. Therefore, he orders security to close the company doors, and then, assuming a righteous expression, orders four new guards—who hold not even a sliver of moral integrity—to strip him naked and bind his arms and hands behind his back.
They then take this sobbing whore from the ground floor all the way up to the fourth where in front of every single employee, all the way down to the janitors, he’s put on display for all of them to bear witness. He couldn’t give two shits about Er Chun’s struggle, instead ordering the men to spread and prop up Er Chun’s legs, so that everyone can witness on the projector how this lovely young man makes himself happy. As everyone mocks and jeers at the hemp rope tied around him like some type of performance art, Er Chun merely pitifully begs and implores them to not unbind him as, yet again, this was given to him as a punishment.
“Photographer, please snap a shot over on this side! Give these obscene genitals a nice and proper closeup.”
“N-No…don’t photograph me…I’m begging all of you…ah…”
“Look, all it takes is touching him with one hand and he ends up this shameless! This is truly outrageous, we’re even in the conference room, and for you to suddenly become like this in front of so many of your colleagues…how pathetic.”
As he hits the table, the Director holds his very flexible pointer rod onto Er Chun’s tightly bound cock that lie against his lower abdomen, and mercilessly jabs it. He then orders Er Chun to lie—in a highly degrading posture—in the center of the carpet that everyone stands around and watches, as is expected of a properly disciplined pet like him. As he looks at Er Chun’s sobbing figure, the way he’s in complete agony, but unable to hide his desires, and suffering even more because of it, makes the Director over the moon. The way he lies on the ground, how he uses his hands to spread his legs, and how his most shameful part is exposed in such an adorable way will make anyone lose themselves in fantasies at the mere sight of him. No wonder everyone within this circle calls him the “Communal Whore”. Even seeing him as his well-groomed self will cause one to feel his genitals raging about restlessly, let alone the feeling afterward of witnessing his rumored docile self on display.
His phoenix eyes are slender and seductive; his eyelashes like long teardrops that stirs one up; a delicate little nose that sticks out in such a way that one would reckon taking a bite; his small, light pink lips that were tightly pursed; and to top it all off, fair and clear skin as if he were soaked in a cow’s milk. The Director believes that a man like Er Chun is innately meant to be used as a plaything by others. His resemblance to a doll was too much. Even if you ravage him over and over again, the look in his eyes will eternally remain delightfully pitiable like that of an untouched maiden. This fact made one’s desire to destroy him even stronger.
Using the tip of his precious leather shoes, he lightly kicks at Er Chun’s crotch, hinting to him that as the photographer, who at the moment was simply drooling with desire and crawling on the floor like a dog, snaps photos of the tightly bound knot entering his butt crack, he should keep himself nice and obedient as his normal docile self. However, this very moment allows this obscene, foul, and lecherous Director to notice that under the knot lies a faintly visible silver ring on his sphincter (1). Going as far as to place a ring here of all places…this little bitch’s master truly is someone who knows what he wants. Lifting his leg yet again, the Director’s sole mercilessly tramples upon it.
“Agh…it hurts too much…please…d-don’t do that…ah…”
“Hahahaha! Nice going, Director! Stomp on his little balls too until they burst!””
“Please no…spare me…it hurts…it hurts so much…please stop…”
“Er Chun, properly spread your legs! Of course, you can leave right now if you want to, but we’ll keep this footage with us and expose it for all to see. You are quite famous, heheh. Moreover…I.K certainly won’t excuse you being used by people he hasn’t permitted now, will he? If you don’t want us helping you ending up being freed from I.K’s rope, then you’d be wise to obey us.”
“I’ll…sob…I’ll obey…you all can do whatever you want to me…just don’t touch me there…please I’m begging all of you…sob…”
I.K has always said Er Chun is cowardly, that since his tears would come so easily, they meant very little. However, for Er Chun, this is his weapon since men and superwomen love his tears.
Even now he’s still alive.
Nineteen years old, but spent nine years of his life prostituting himself. If the mother is a prostitute, then obviously the son is one as well. At just ten years old, his mother ran off with another and he ended up sold to human traffickers as a toll. That very evening, a dozen or more men lined up with their pants around their ankles like some sort of induction ceremony…and over the next nine years he’d completely lost count of the number of people who’ve lined up waiting for his service. His own ideology even began to blur. He was specifically taught on how using his genitals to make others happy would bring him a meal at the end of the day. When this so- called bullshit perspective on life’s values took its form, he’d already been enslaved by lust and distorted pleasures. I.K says this was because he lived numb to everything, that a person can become accustomed to whatever they do as long as they continue doing it for a long time. Then eventually, right and wrong, honor and dishonor, none of it would matter anymore.
The turning point of Er Chun’s life was when he met I.K. The first time they slept together, I.K was so tender and soft towards him. He’d never met someone who treasured him like that, and after as well because of that, he’d never met someone like I.K that made him desire death but still live another day. It’s because I.K knows that Er Chun is stuck in this impasse and can’t free himself. I.K wishes for him to be alive, even if him being alive is disgusting.
“I’m begging all of you…agh…it’s hurts so much…ah…”
The feeling of the escalating pain actually has been numb for quite a while now because of the tight rope on him. Er Chun simply let these sadists have the upper hand. Even the sensation of this leather shoe stomping upon him isn’t anything more than a mere trifle. Back when he was fifteen during a drill at his disciplinary school, the metal tip of a leather boot was still slightly more provoking. After that happened, a doctor told him it would be impossible for him to have kids in the future, but he’s the kind of person that doesn’t give a damn about anything as long as his lower mouth isn’t being sealed by something. From day one of starting here, he knew this day would eventually arrive, however, he didn’t imagine there would be so many more people here than there would be at a startup’s policy making conference. There’s still about two hours left until I.K comes to get him, so he hopes he can endure until then. I.K warned him that his lower mouth needs to be selective, since as his master’s slave, he’s to obey his master’s will. Moreover, Er Chun already decided that in this life, I.K will be his one and only master.
“Haha, rest assured, we’ll give you back to Mr. I.K in perfect condition, but until then, you have to take our punishments. That slutty ass of yours brought you this misfortune.”
Tsk, tsk, gazing at this small and worthless whore’s cries were music to the ears. To think that everyday he’s restrained underneath his clothes, yet outwardly puts on a perfectly composed face is such an amusing thought. He truly does obey his master’s commands. A tiny animal like him most likely fears disobeying said commands, right? Rumor has it that he once ended up being dangled from a rope for two days because of three sound mixers taking turns on him in I.K’s company’s recording studio. If the mass media industry’s beloved finds out that this time he’s disobeying him yet again in front of so many people, not a soul can say whether he’ll be put to death or not. They truly want to give it a try, but before that, they ought to tease this pitiful little creature just a bit.
The Director quiets down the surrounding clamor, squats down, and uses his hand to yank on the silver ring on Er Chun’s tip in a way that appears like an accident. His shaft trembles uncontrollably due to the leather rope strongly bound around it. On one hand, they casually fondle him, and on the other, the leering eyes taking in the sight of him causes his entire body to go red from the slight stimulation. As Er Chun continues to sweat an abnormal amount and incessantly pant, the Director benevolently says—
“Since you’ve begged us on and on not to free you from I.K, we’ll grant your wish. But, that upper mouth of yours will have to take your lower one’s punishment instead.”
After he finishes speaking, the hands holding Er Chun up carelessly fondle his body. The Director gets himself comfortable on the sofa, waiting for Er Chun to crawl over and service him. Er Chun is unaware of what exactly I.K placed in his ass earlier, but going off what he feels, it must’ve been a vibrator. Even still, there’s still something even deeper inside of him…it makes crawling excruciating, but as he recalls the moment of how it felt when I.K used his hands to personally place it inside of him…
He was merely a step away from where the Director sits, yet he ends up curling up into a ball as his tightly bound and achingly suffocating fervent cock shoots out lustful fluids with such vigor, that it causes him to stay listless on the floor.
“Ngh…ah…”
Weakly grasping his hand that’s covered in a white fluid, Er Chun feels completely powerless and unable to blissfully unbosom himself due to his confinement. In his delusions, I.K’s proud and satisfied smiling face inevitably causes his cheeks to turn a rosy hue. He loves the feeling of I.K—that exceptional man—dominating him. When he torments or causes him pain, Er Chun would inevitably swoon, and as he slowly awoke, I.K would be kissing and nibbling at his wounds. Er Chun always feels that his life could still somehow have a connection to the word ‘happiness’.
He’s also aware that I.K doesn’t enjoy this in the slightest bit. At times when he’s pretending to be fast asleep, not only will I.K endlessly kiss at his wounds, but as well smoke cigar after cigar. They’ve also quarreled in the past because of how careless Er Chun is with others outside, but it isn’t that Er Chun wants it. In fact, he doesn’t want to be touched by others either, but this doesn’t mean that others will suddenly leave him be.
He was the “Communal Whore” after all. A title simply dripping with vainglory.
At his prior job, the head of the TV station had once held him hostage for a week. That shit-eating beast took so many photos that no matter how many times I.K assisted him in camouflaging his appearance, some things in this industry could never be changed. After a photo of him in a post-drugged induced heat was stuck onto his company’s front door as some sort of prank, it hadn’t even been three days when several has-been performers kidnapped him whilst he was on break and trapped him in a warehouse.
Think about it, who would honestly believe a female cat would keep her chastity at the beginning of spring?
So naturally, no one would believe him.
Besides, his body had already been toyed with to such an extent that it was extremely sensitive. This only made the guilt deepen in his heart, especially when it came time to face I.K. Perhaps, since he was truly in love with his own master.
“Wow, you can really still cum like this? Well, this is no good. That carpet is pretty expensive. Bring him over here, I’ll get him to be a little more obedient”
As Er Chun kneels on the ground after several of his co-workers drag him over, the Director asks a female secretary nearby for her pearl stud earring, bends over, and pinches Er Chun’s moist cock as the Director lets out a bizarre laugh. He then takes the pearl stud that’s as big as a soybean and—without the slightest hint of remorse—pushes it straight into Er Chun’s small tip. His cock’s delicate walls exhibit a vibrant crimson as his sobs of agony ring out, and the pearl sealing his small tip causes a pale red to simply spread around the area. There was no way for anything to leak out.
“Agh…take it out…ah…”
As his restrained self trembles, Er Chun props himself between the Director’s legs, letting out painful groans all the while. Right then, someone presses his head down into the Director’s mammoth-sized bulge. The fondling and groping upon his body causes him to become docile and subdued.
He knows what he ought to do.
At that moment, since he’s already entirely become a version of himself that’s innately promiscuous, he undoes the Director’s zipper with his mouth alone and nothing else. Then, whilst taking the Director’s huge overgrown pubic bramble cock into his mouth, someone yanks his hair and forces him to swallow the entire thing. Unconsciously, Er Chun moves his head up and down as he continues crying. No one’s aware of his pain as, to the best of his ability, he imagines the people he’s currently trying to please to be I.K, hoping that this can possibly make himself not come off so slutty. The longing at the bottom of his heart, however, forces him to confront his own hideousness. Any rando off the street can steer him right onto the path of being a total slut in heat. His tears were never due to the pain he experiences, rather, they were for his soul that lost its way. Once numbness settles into the pain, then even that will turn into joy.
Wretched—A word too fitting for someone beyond salvation like him.
He appears to catch sight of I.K’s scowling frown causing him to sob even more intensely. The way his head bobs on the Director’s crotch becomes even more fervent…try as he might for all of eternity, he can never cast away this shadow hanging over him. This kind of him, just how can he be worthy for I.K in the slightest?
“Haha! Don’t gorge yourself, now. Are you still worried you won’t be full even with all of these colleagues here? Heheh…”
“Then obviously we should all line up one after the other, hahahahahahahaha!”
“Everyone’ll have a turn! Slow down, don’t be too hasty!”
“Director, I’m a woman, what about me?”
“Haha, Don’t you worry! See that pointer rod? Just give beat him a bit. I trust you’ll be a good supervisor. Remember, if he doesn’t serve his colleagues well, then strike his rear.”
“How fun! I never thought I could ever treat a big star like this, heheh…”
“Mhm…I’m quite satisfied. Take a look, he’s quite obedient! He swallowed down my load in its entirety! Hahahahahaha!”
Not even getting the chance to catch a breath, the chattering colleagues grasp Er Chun’s lips and, before he can even swallow down the white liquid running down his mouth, shove another giant cock down his throat. He wants to vomit so badly, but the burning lashings his buttocks receives causes him to have no other option—outside of groaning—than to continue acting as a sex toy. The woman’s unfamiliar flogging makes him unable to get any pleasure. In fact, quite a few times now, he nearly threw up a load he’d just swallowed which made the men slap him viciously. This causes him to only be able to cry and continue enduring this never-ending torment.
“sob…No…ngh…”
“Switch with me, he isn’t behaving like before. Let me hit him a bit.”
“Agh…No! Ngh…agh…ngh…
“Don’t you dare go and bite me! You can’t be full already, you’ve only swallowed down six loads so far. Go on, take your time, hahahaha!”
“sob…”
Then, once Er Chun hears the clock chime for six o’clock, his head bobbing and swallowing has since gone so far to the point that he’s weeping. Even his movements have long since become robotic. The marks from the lashings first started at his buttocks until they spread all over his entire body. Some thought he wasn’t being obedient enough, so they went as far as to use a leather belt, continuing to whip him for so long, that by the end he no longer had the strength to even crawl, and had to simply be prop up in haphazard postures by others. Passing from one bosom to another, he can’t tell how he’ll be punished by I.K after he finally sees him, but he didn’t let the others touch him there.
At the very least, I.K will be satisfied.
At the very least, he kept the promise he made to I.K.
This is so, so very important for him.
“Phew, he’s took twenty people, he’s really tough. It’s already six, and I.K hasn’t shown up, what now?”
“Ha! In that case, keep using him all the way until I.K gets here and no further than that. In any case, he’s only gonna go and punish (2) his little slave. Hell, Er Chun seems pretty happy with us, don’t he?”
“True, though, I really wanna take a look at his ass, people who’ve had a round with him say it’s top tier.”
“For real? In that case, let’s have a go at it…”
The men with their pants around their ankles begin to encroach Er Chun from the back, undoing the rope around his waist, and making the already semi-conscious Er Chun immediately snap back to reality…
“S-Stop…You told me you wouldn’t touch me there…sob…”
Terror courses through Er Chun. I.K, come save him, these people won’t let him keep the promise he made you.
Er Chun shakes and wants to struggle, yet an odd-smelling cloth is brought over and blocks his mouth, still dripping with semen.
He’s quite aware of this scent. After all, it’s one used in roofies.
“Ha! We made that promise on the clock, so it don’t mean shit now! We picked these panties up out of the bathroom, a pretty famous brand too. I heard not even the president’s wife could get her hands on these! How do they taste? Hahahaha!”
The humiliating red panties are then crammed into Er Chun’s mouth. The Director holds the doped up Er Chun’s loose neckline—
“Untie his rope and take look into his hole and see what he’s got inside.”
“This was bound so tightly that there’s blood clots, yet he still surprisingly pretty slutty. The others weren’t kidding…heheh…it’s a vibrator! We’ve just let him go and it slipped right on out! His hole’s already been propped open, so it saves us the hassle! Hahahahahaha!”
“Seems like he still got something inside, god, it’s really deep in there. Can’t even get it out…”
“Just leave it, come on! Besides, this little slut probably like this, hahahahaha!”
Someone spreads his legs, and Er Chun just can’t count the number of hands grabbing at him like vultures pecking at their prey. He knows he’s already been since completely surrounded by this damned group of beasts in heat. When he feels a spurt of strength, he instinctively clenches which makes him unable to even escape into the land of dreams for peace…
“I.K, I’m so sorry…ah…ah…”
I.K, when you finally lay your eyes on me in this state, you’ll hate me for sure, won’t you? It turns out I couldn’t even keep the promise I made to you in the end after all. As your pet, I look up to you the same way one does to a god. Just why did you want to choose me of all people? You’re certainly aware that whenever I think of how I use this filthy body of mine to serve you, that it’ll be a specific type of pain. Because after I met you, I finally understood what ‘true suffering’ was…but again what can I even give you?
Maybe I.K was already sick of him.
As the clock hand streaks across six o’clock, every minute will pass on by, and emotions are the exact same. If something can only give and give and receive nothing in return, then before long it’ll die, and he certainly couldn’t give I.K, the man he loved more than anything in the world, anything other than letting him witness him in the arms of other men, being wanton underneath their crotches…
Has he already been abandoned?
“Ah…I…K…where are you…ah…”
The Translator Speaks
Sorry for the wait for the new chapter! Life got a bit busy, so I ended up getting delayed with editing, but things have been improving for me so next time will be a double chapter release of 4 and 5! I’ve already gotten started on 4 🙏. Thanks again as always for reading and thank you so much again to Tav for TLCing this chapter for me and my partner for helping me proofread.
Er Chun needs a new job 😭
(1) NICOTINE FINALLY GOT A DICTIONARY!!!!! WE SPELLED SPINCHTER (括约肌) RIGHT!!!
(2) Here she means 惩罚 (chéng fá) as in “Punishment, but she used 乘法 (chéng fǎ) as in ‘to multiply’, so the sentence reads as-
“Ha! In that case, keep using him all the way until I.K gets here and no further than that. In any case, he’s only gonna go and multiply his little slave. Hell, Er Chun seems pretty happy with us, don’t he?”
So now all I can see is I.K putting Er Chun in the multiplication chamber as punishment hgdsj
