Ye He Chapter 7

After a moment of surprise, the man didn’t bother with Shen Yi’s weak resistance. He casually undid the thin chain and slowly pulled the metal rod out of the rod. The slightly damaged skin around the glans made the rod even more sensitive. Shen Yi gasped and moaned softly, unable to distinguish whether the sensation was pain or pleasure.

“Mmm, ah… ah—”

The moan suddenly changed pitch. The man maliciously shoved the metal rod, which was about to exit, back in, instantly causing Shen Yi to gasp repeatedly in pain.

“Quick, quick, pull it out…”

The man obediently pulled out the metal rod, but before Shen Yi could catch his breath, the metal rod was quickly inserted again and began to thrust back and forth. The burning pain in his urethra undoubtedly intensified the agony of his inability to release. Shen Yi let out a miserable moan and couldn’t help but beg in a low, submissive voice.

“No… ah, stop… spare me… ah ah… please…”

Only then was the man satisfied. He kindly lowered Shen Yi’s highly suspended hands, then pulled out the metal rod. His palm roughly kneaded Shen Yi’s stiff rod, occasionally paying attention to the swollen sac below.

Without the support of the ropes, the already exhausted Shen Yi quickly collapsed onto the floor. Although the posture was still extremely humiliating, it was much better than before.

The man’s less-than-gentle actions quickly made Shen Yi forget himself and moan loudly. His handsome features were flushed crimson, and he even actively raised his hips to rub against the man’s rough calloused hand. Having been denied release for so long, he was practically driven mad by the continuous high-level pleasure.

Before long, a large stream of thick essence erupted from the glans. Temporarily liberated, Shen Yi narrowed his eyes in relief, his mind a blank slate. If it weren’t for the persistent throbbing pain emanating from his lower abdomen, he would almost have believed that the tragic experience before him was nothing more than an absurd dream.

The man frowned, then suddenly pressed hard on Shen Yi’s slightly protruding lower abdomen. The intense urge to excrete, coupled with the forced relaxation of his sphincter, quickly sent Shen Yi tumbling from heaven into the abyss of despair.

“No… don’t… let go… ah, ah ah ah—”

Pale yellow urine shot out uncontrollably. The foul-smelling liquid spraying from his glans quickly drenched his entire body. Overwhelmed by extreme shame and humiliation, Shen Yi weakly closed his eyes, lying miserably in the filth of essence mixed with urine, trembling uncontrollably.

The man showed no pity. He grabbed Shen Yi’s hair and dragged him under the showerhead. Warm water instantly streamed all over his face. Shen Yi struggled uncomfortably, which earned him a hard slap on the buttocks—it didn’t hurt, but carried a humiliating, shameful implication. The excessive humiliation made his body stiffen, and he dared not move again.

After rinsing, the man wantonly kneaded the two full butt cheeks, occasionally playfully slapping them hard, then watching with interest as the swollen, everted chrysanthemum instinctively sucked on the black massage rod.

Finally, the man pulled out the massage rod as Shen Yi had wished. But before Shen Yi could expel the liquid inside his body, a thick, long soft tube was squeezed into the chrysanthemum. Subsequently, a large amount of icy liquid was poured into his rectum, causing an intense feeling of nausea similar to being internally released into.

Shen Yi opened his eyes in horror, realizing that the other end of the rubber tube was connected to the faucet, and the valve was wide open.

“No… don’t… stop, stop it…”

Shen Yi’s face was pale, and he struggled painfully. The man struck his buttocks in displeasure, causing the pain to make the chrysanthemum, which had already leaked a small amount of liquid, contract tightly.

The increasingly severe abdominal pain made Shen Yi uncontrollably nauseous and sick. His slowly bulging abdomen created the illusion that it was about to burst in the next second. Shen Yi screamed in panic, and soon his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He looked towards the man for help, but received no sympathy. Only when he was convulsing and weakly rolling his eyes did the man turn off the water flow. By this time, his abdomen was distended as if he were five or six months pregnant.

Shen Yi whimpered softly. His water-filled abdomen made him afraid to even breathe hard.

The man watched him for a moment, then walked towards the door.

“…Don’t… ah… no, don’t go…”

Realizing that the man was about to abandon him, Shen Yi’s eyes widened in terror. He desperately hugged the man’s feet, gasping and pleading, “Please… spare me… please…”

The man looked down at him coldly, his gaze full of cruelty.

Shen Yi gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, “Six million. I’ll give you six million in cash. Let me go…”

The man withdrew his gaze, uninterested.

“Eight million… plus one and a half million US dollars! This is the maximum I can borrow… Please let me go. With this money, you can buy as many male escorts as you want. Just let me go, I promise that once I’m out…”

The man impatiently kicked Shen Yi away, then picked up the black rubber tube and fiercely shoved it in a few times.

The sudden surge of water in his intestines instantly made Shen Yi unable to speak from the pain. Seeing the man about to leave again, despair welled up in Shen Yi’s heart, and he couldn’t help but scream, “What exactly do you want? Money… power, status, or women? Everything I have is yours, please… ugh, mm…”

Two fingers deftly pinched Shen Yi’s tongue, playing with it wantonly. The fingertips occasionally scraped his epiglottis, causing him to instinctively gag. The other hand fiercely twisted the two nubs on his chest. When they became timidly enlarged, red, and swollen, the hand released them and moved to his distended abdomen, roaming over it constantly.

The man was satisfied to see Shen Yi’s body stiffen and tremble from the pain caused by his slight pressure. Finally, he mercifully pulled out the rubber tube.

The turbulent water in his intestines sprayed out uncontrollably. Shen Yi instinctively twisted his waist, tilting his head back and letting out a pleasurable moan. However, before he could enjoy it too much, a searing rod had pried open the closed chrysanthemum and began to thrust vigorously.

“I only lack a dog.”

When the man finally spoke, Shen Yi was already too incoherent from being used to do anything but let out weak gasps.