1.New Life

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ Descriptions of Rape, Abuse, and Suicide.

When I woke up it wasn’t the world that I knew. After my job at the hospital was done, I wanted to rest my tired body as soon as possible, so went home early that day. After I closed my eyes, a dazzling light flashed around me, and my whole body had a feeling of being tossed around. When my vision returned, I see an unfamiliar commuting road surrounded by trees.

The surprises didn’t stop at that, my body also felt somewhat changed. My body feels so light. Even though my back pain was really terrible because I had surgery before, the pain is gone like it never existed.

From the start, my height was already not very high, but now the line of sight was strangely low, my hands were small, and also my legs are short. The shoes I was wearing are too big for me, the shirt and jacket I was wearing were slipping off, and the chino pants that I wore was sliding down to my feet.

I was frozen for a while because I couldn’t understand the situation I was in, but I managed to regain my sanity and start walking until I arrived at a lake in the forest. My throat feels a little dry so I rushed to the waterside while searching something that I can use as container to drink the water. The water in the lake was clearer than I thought, it should be okay to drink it, while I was trying to scoop the water I saw my reflection on the water and it was really shocking. I still can’t forget how shocked I was at that time even until now. It wasn’t my face that reflected on the surface of the water. No, to say it correctly it wasn’t a face of the present me, my face and body had become young again.

Even though I was already 40 years old, the nurses from my workplace said that my appearance was baby faced and I look like a trainee rather than an employee, they said they envied my looks, but my colleague doctors and boss laughed at me saying that they can’t feel any dignity for me because of my face.

Back to the story, the image that appears in the water surface was a face of a sincere 10 year old boy. No matter how baby faced my appearance is it shouldn’t look that young.

The conclusion is, I was stranded in an unknown place for unknown reasons. I finally understand what people meant what they say about when human beings exceed their mental limit they can’t think about anything.

Well, I don’t really remember anything that happened from there. From what I remember, when I was wandering around in the forest, I meet a bad guy, they pointed a knife at me. I was surprised and tried to escape, but I was attacked from behind and fainted. When I woke up, I was already sitting inside a carriage while wearing a shackled on my hands and feet. I arrived at a place like a town, dropped from the carriage and put in a cage. There was another person who was wearing shackles the same as me, but of course they weren’t Japanese. I don’t know why, but animal ears were attached to their heads and their skin had scales.

That’s all I can remember. After that, I finally understood that this place wasn’t Japan or the earth that I know, this place is an another world, and I was caught by a bandit, then sold as a “slave”. Fortunately, I was able to understand the language here and I can even talk using it, so I’m desperately trying to tell a man who seemed to be a slave trader about my circumstances, but I was laughed at and beaten. It was a very shocking moment for me to get beaten, I, who was living in a peaceful country like Japan before I came to this world, and living a life unrelated to violence, never expected myself to get treatment like this.

Several days passed, and one day I was pulled out from the cage to wear a collar made of iron on my neck. When the man who put the collar on my neck chanted something like magic words, the collar warmed up for a moment but it quickly subsided.

After that they take me to a horse carriage and I was brought to a gorgeous mansion. In that mansion, I was told to wash my body with water, wrapped my body with a big cloth, and then they brought me to a luxurious room to stand in front of many men that were already sitting in the room before I came.

A cat eared man that seemed to be the oldest among the three, grabs my arm and starts talking to the other men. I can understand from their conversation that human tribe are a rare being in this world, especially the black eyes and black haired ones are priceless. Thus, apparently the men seemed to look at me with sexual desire.

To be honest, I was already aware about the fact that I’m a homosexual since long time ago. However, this is the first time I was seeing with creepy looks like that so I feel nothing but fear. When I was still in Japan even late bloomers like me are sometimes able to find a man that fit my type on the street. But, I only looked and never did anything, so I had no experience at all, I’m always busy with my work and while I didn’t notice it I already become a 40 year old virgin.

Because I was feeling danger coming from the man, I tried to escape from the place, but they immediately caught me and dragged me into a luxurious bed in the room. My intuition was right, I was raped by the 3 of them. Tears fell from my eyes because of the pain that come from a foreign thing entering my chrysanthemum for the first time, I got a cock in my mouth and was raped until my consciousness flew away. Of course I had tried to resist them, but when I tried to resist too hard, they kicked and punched me, not only that, electric shock come out from the collar that I wore and it gave me severe pain. Gradually, I was losing my will to resist.

The morning after they raped me my body felt so terrible. I couldn’t see my anus directly, but I think it was ripped, the bleeding was intense, the place where they hit me became bruised, and it was difficult for me to even move my body. After that, I was treated by man who seems to be a servant of the house, and I was confined to a room like a zashikirou where the sun can’t get in. (TL: edo period room for confining criminals or lunatic, basically a jail) When I think that I graduated from being virgin by being raped, I was shaking and crying for several days. The only meals that they give to me was a hard bread and a slightly seasoned soup per-day. Well.. because I didn’t have much appetite I don’t really mind it.

Since that time, every few days different slave was taken to the room of the mansion’s owner, they were raped like me. The owner, servants, and slave are not human like me, they are all a beast man, such as dog man, cat man, or some species who have scales in their skin. From their conversation, I hear that apparently sex with a human like me is very pleasant. Compared to the Beastman kind, humans have a lot of magical power in their body, (I also knew the concept of magic in this world for the first time at this moment) It seems that when they link their body with a human body the magical power brings a tremendous pleasure for them.

And the most shocking fact is, there is no women exist in this world. I tried to gather more necessary information about how to life in this world, but I never really got much, the little information that I did get is some of them had to get married to make an heir. To think the other party was all men.. I was wondering how a baby is born in this world, well.. I had no way to know the answer though.

After that, for a while, my daily routine in that mansion started, I woke up, ate, got raped, sleep and woke up, eating, raped, sleeping…… just repeated like that, a daily routine like that continued for several months. The fact that I was getting used to being raped by them and can endure more pain is really frightening me.

But one day, suddenly I was taken away from the mansion and brought to another mansion. Apparently my former master tired of my body, then he sold me to another master. My daily routine in the new mansion is almost the same as before. There was only one difference from the former master to the new master, that is the new master seemed to like to be spoiled by little boys during sex.

But, because I’m a 40 year old man inside, that doesn’t know how to spoil someone, I was not able to spoil the master very well. The master doesn’t like the way I talk and I got scolded many times until I could do it right. I had to change the way I talk, talking like a little boy, and spoiled the master as much as I could. It took me a while to change my speech, but in the end, I managed to adapt to it. At that time, I started to forget the fact that I was a 40 year old from Japan and I began to live an illusion that I was a real little boy from the start.

The life as a sex slave didn’t last very long in one place, when the master got tired, I was sold, bought again, got tired of, sold, bought again, that cycle had happened many times.

Fortunately, almost all master who bought me seems to had a thing for little boys. The experiences that I get from the second mansion was extremely useful, but I feel it’s made me lose myself more than before. I repeated a life like that about…. maybe, two years?

After that, a much deeper hell was waiting for me.

I was sold to the brothel. Before that time, I think my life was a happier life, I don’t intended to say that I was happy, but my life in the brothel was hell. I must serve a customer every day and I never allowed to take a rest. It’s still feels better if a customer are just doing ordinary sex. Sometimes, they used sex tools that can give stimulation or some disgusting sex tool that can give extreme stimulation to make my consciousness drift, on top of that, some customers would change into the appearance of a beast (it was also the first time I knew since I came to this world that some of them can change into the appearance of a beast) and then they raped me many times. It was so hard, painful, and tough, I don’t know how many times already, I really wished to die at that time. I don’t know whether because a human was unusual or not I’m always raped using various ways like an experiment.

Even though I wanted to die, I couldn’t do it myself. It was because the collar on my neck seems to be a magical tool, various curses were applied to limit the slave’s behavior. The curse they put on me is like an absolute obedience curse, the curse that prevent me from suicide and speaking without commanded, a curse of magical power seal was recently applied.

Some of the curse passed magical power directly to the body rather than to the collar, after that a trace like a tattoo remained, there was also another curse as a sexual slave, but this wasn’t necessary to know about.

Prohibition of suicide is to prevent the product (the slave) from committing suicide without permission, prohibition of speech is to prevent the slave from vomiting words of refusal to customers and if the slave knows or hears something that’s a secret in bed they can’t tell it to other people, magical power seal was to be careful about human tribe high magical power. Because of that, I couldn’t kill myself, there was no other way to just stay still, life in everyday like a hell, killing my heart and mind. In fact, I had tried to commit suicide several times, but my body didn’t move as I wanted to.

If there is even a little displeasure from the employees and customers of the brothel, If I do one mistake…..no, even if I don’t do anything, depending on their mood they will give me a punishment without mercy. Not eating for several days is still better than beaten with a whip, become a sandbag and beaten, tie down like a showcase, or prohibited to sleep several days, only a day full of torture is what a slave will get.

Life in that brothel lasted about a year or two, and then finally, my body was broken. It seemed that because of malnutrition and the abuse I got day after day my physical strength is gone, my fever was never cured, and I couldn’t move my body at all. The handling of a slave like this has always been decided. It’s whether to be sold to slaver trader or discarded on the road. Of course, even a slave trader don’t usually buy a slave without commodity value, I don’t know why, but they still want to buy me from the brothel.

It’s seems that the reason why I was accepted was of course, because a human tribe slave is rare and can be sold expensively, it’s famous to be used as a sex slave or working slave. For the slave trader, if they can sell the slave it’s good, if the slave dies before they can sell it, that can’t be helped but it’s not a bad thing for them. The employee who worked under slave trader, saw a slave as nothing other than a thing, and their treatment to the slaves was also really terrible.

Sometimes I had to serve ten people overnight, and among them there is one person that looked the strongest had an abnormally high sexual desire but he had no taste in sex. One time, he whipped me until my skin was torn and bloody. Another time, a man’s rod was inserted in my ass and my face was beaten without stopping until it was fully swollen. And another time, my left arm and right hand were broken because they bound me too hard. These acts were done quite frequently without waiting for my wounds to heal. In other words, I still had to serve the other employee no matter how bad my condition is.

I’m already at my limit. Anybody is fine, someone… please kill me already…

In my horrible condition I was put in a cage and sent out to the slave market. Because my face is fully swollen I can’t see anything at all. In everyone’s eyes, my condition was absolutely terrible. A few days ago, because I was raped by a big beast figured guy, my ass was ripped and I can’t move my body. I don’t think someone will buy me like this. No…even if I am bought, it seems that the daily things that are waiting for me in the end was the same hellish life, I don’t care about it anymore. If this suffering continues, its better if I die right now, that’s the only thing I want.

The slave trader loudly calls the guests and explains to them the slave‘s race and selling points to customers. But of course they say nothing about me. It’s hard for me to keep my head up so it’s just hanging down, and then a shadow covered my surroundings. It seems that someone came in front of my cage. I tried to raise my face, but with my condition it’s really hard to see, looks like it’s someone with a big body.

It seems that he staring at me and looks closely at the part that couldn’t really be considered a face and it makes me feel awkward. That person and the slave trader are talking. The next moment the man said to the slave trader.

“I will buy this guy, how much?”

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