After inserting four steel needles into my scrotum, Mad Tiger pierced several more horizontally along my penis, two of them forming a cross on my glans.
When it was over, my groin was covered in crisscrossing steel needles.
Mad Tiger looked at my groin, now filled with steel needles, and nodded in satisfaction. He said, "Not bad, very beautiful. You did a great job. Before, when I did this to a poor man's child, he died of pain before he was even halfway through! I was so angry I killed his whole family! It seems you're quite suited to be a lowly slave!"
Originally, I only intended to teach them a lesson, but after hearing his words, I immediately made a decision: once my wife changed her mind, I would definitely kill those two bastards.
After finishing "dressing up" my crotch, Mad Tiger summoned Lion and said, "Brother! This slut is too much fun, let's cripple him! Anyway, we have medicine from the Demon Palace, he'll recover after we give it to him."
"Great! Damn it! I've never played with a man this resilient in my life. Even Dad's male concubines might not be as good! Today we're going to give him our fill!" Lion said excitedly.
After hearing Lion's words, Mad Tiger immediately took out a torture device whose purpose I didn't know and handed it to Lion.
Lion smiled cruelly at me, then placed the device, made of several thin red threads, above my knees.
Mad Lion and Mad Tiger stood on either side of me, gripping the handles of the torture instruments. They explained softly, "These are unique torture instruments of the Northern Yuan nobility, made of celestial silkworm silk. They are used to punish servants who have committed offenses. Different offenses are used on different parts of the body. Ordinary offenses are punished on the arms and legs, serious offenses on the neck. As for the effect… you'll find out soon enough!"
After speaking, they both exerted force simultaneously, several thin threads tightly constricting my legs. Soon, they were embedded in my flesh, digging deeper and deeper.
With a desperate scream, the threads severed my leg flesh and slowly carved into my leg bones.
After a series of agonizing howls, both my legs were completely severed from the knees down. I was now crippled.
Looking at my body, now only having half a leg, Mad Lion and Mad Tiger laughed excitedly.
They took out a branding iron and roughly used it to "stop the bleeding" before taking turns fucking my anus.
It was almost noon by then. The two men lowered me from the roof beam and began preparing lunch for me.
I was in so much pain I was almost fainting, but hoping to reunite with my wife, I endured the excruciating pain, slumped on the ground with my legs spread, waiting for lunch.
Looking at my legs, now less than half intact, I felt an intense hatred for the two Northern Yuan men, and I had already sentenced them to death.
When lunch arrived, I was furious because they had served me food from a dog bowl, filled with white semen.
Seeing the disgust in my eyes, Mad Tiger pressed my head down, forcing me to crawl on the ground and eat the food like a dog.
Then, leering, he said, "A lowly dog should eat like a dog. Eat your dog food properly!"
I endured the nausea, licking the food, which reeked of semen, bite by bite.
Although the position was humiliating, what tormented me even more was the pain in my legs.
In this position, I was supporting myself on the ground with my cuts on my legs; the excruciating pain almost made me faint.
When I finished eating amidst the agony, Mad Tiger's heavy body straddled my back.
He slapped my buttocks hard and said, "Lowly dog, come on, your master is being kind; I'll walk you the dog today."
At his command, I crawled out in humiliation, my eyes filled with pain and shame.
Under the watchful eyes of the servants outside, I crawled with difficulty, not daring to look at their expressions.
If I saw their expressions, the hatred I felt for Mad Tiger would intensify.
Because the servants didn't look at me with contempt; their gazes were filled with pity.
But their eyes, looking at Mad Tiger, were filled with resentment.
They tried their best to conceal the resentment in their eyes, then respectfully made way for him.
In excruciating pain in my legs and groin, I crawled back to the hall and collapsed to the ground.
At this moment, Mad Lion came to my side and took out the same torture device again, but this time his target was not my legs, but my hands.
With a piercing scream, my hands were severed from my body.
Without my hands, Mad Lion took out two dog-paw-like ornaments and slipped them onto my wrists.
With excited laughter, he hoisted me into the air again, but this time not by my nipples, but by the steel needles in my groin.
My already excruciating groin bore the weight of my entire body, and I cried out in agony for mercy.
"Masters, please, put this wretched dog down! This wretched dog is going to be ruined!"
But they completely ignored my pleas and even did something more cruel.
Mad Tiger and Mad Lion pressed my body down heavily.
My already fragile penis and scrotum were instantly torn apart under this pressure, completely detached from my body.
A large amount of blood gushed from my groin. Mad Lion used a branding iron to "stop the bleeding" again, then laughed and said, "That was so satisfying! I've never felt this good before!"
"Yeah! It was fucking comfortable! If it weren't for having to please Daddy, I would definitely keep him by my side for life and play with him for the rest of my life!" Mad Tiger chimed in.
Then the two of them each took out whips and wooden sticks and began to beat me again. My screams of agony echoed from my mouth once more.
Only after my body was completely mangled did the two men stop, then they pulled out their penises and began to fuck my battered body.
The sounds of their slapping and fucking echoed incessantly in the hall as they repeatedly violated me in various positions. In humiliation and pain, I waited for my wife to arrive.
The mad lion and the mad tiger vented their pent-up desires on me again and again. I don't know how much time passed, only that my pain grew stronger and stronger, so strong that I howled in agony, so strong that I could no longer endure it.
Then, a piercing, painful, regretful wail came from above.
Hearing this sound, I smiled with joy.
My love, my beloved wife, had finally arrived.
With two loud thuds, the two thugs who had been on top of me were thrown from my body, crashing against the wall and collapsing. The wounds on their chests told me that these two thugs who had tormented me all day were no longer alive.
Then I lay in a warm embrace, opened my eyes, and saw my wife's pained and remorseful face.
"Husband! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" my wife choked back sobs, apologizing repeatedly.
"Wife! Your husband is very obedient! He's been taking care of them wholeheartedly!" I smiled, saying words that only made my wife regret even more.
"Waaah...husband...I'm so sorry!...Wife is so sorry!" she cried out loudly, tears streaming down my face.
"Wife! Don't cry, you won't be pretty if you cry! Your husband likes you smiling!..." As I spoke, having calmed down, I fainted, lying smiling in my wife's arms.