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我被圈养了七天（第6-8章）文/欧阳松海（六）圈在农场的日子里，虽然有些憋闷，但是没有工作劳累，没有世事烦扰，与世无争，隔绝红尘，呼吸着农村新鲜的空气，偶尔还能吃几串自然生长的葡萄，就像是在养生。每天晚上主人走后，我九点半就躺下睡觉了，睡眠质量也很好。与其说是圈养，不如说是置身世外桃源。虽然每天赤身露体，镣铐缠身，但是我并不觉得羞耻。要知道，在世界上大多数发达国家，LGBTQ都是非常正常的现象（女同、男同、无性、双性、跨性别等），无可厚非，人们都会尊重别人的性取向。天体、SM、暴露……各种玩法，都是人性使然，是人性需要，只要不危害社会，不伤害双方，都应该被支持和尊重。而在封建落后的国家，人民被一党专制统治，剥夺了各种自由，这些人群和项目都被视作下流、无耻甚至违法，实质上不过是上层为了更好地统治人民、管控人民而已——人只需要活着，不需要活得自由、有尊严。像我最喜欢的国家是美国，它的自由程度是最大的；我最讨厌的国家是朝鲜，你可知道？在2026年的今天，朝鲜人民依然不能上网，不能打长途电话，不准随便出国，情侣在街上不能牵手，人们不能私自种菜、种地（否则就要处以刑罚），百姓家家户户都要张贴前两代领导人的画像，每天要对画像进行膜拜祈祷，并用鸡毛掸子把画像上的灰尘每天抹掉，警察可以随便进入人们的家中检查，一旦发现画像上有灰尘，就会对全家人进行处罚…… 以前我们总以为每个国家都有好有坏，其实决定一个国家好坏的本质原因是政治制度，是实行一党执政，还是多党执政。就像你去饭店吃饭，如果这一带只有一家饭店，那么这里的饭菜一定又贵又难吃；如果这一带有很多饭店，那么所有饭店的饭菜质量都会好起来。同理，管理国家的组织也不应该由一家垄断。一家垄断的国家，人们就会过得很苦。啊，我是一条有文化的贱狗！当我看透了这一切，反倒无比释然。以前我也为自己感到羞耻，感到苦恼，甚至心情忧郁，其实那都是落后的社会戴在我身上的枷锁！我所做的这一切，在一个正常国家，不过都是释放天性，再正常不过。可是，我还是觉得我太骚了，骚得居然跟狗产生了性爱和恋情！在我到主人家的第一天，狗一见我就狂吠着猛扑过来，可是过了一会儿，等它们不叫了，隔着铁丝门，我确定它们跳不过来，我竟然对这些狗隐隐产生了另一种感情！这里总共有五条狗，都是公狗，其中四条都已经比较庞大，有一米长，半米高。两条大狗拴在场外的铁栓子上，三条狗在场外跑着。我看到两条狗跑到铁丝门前看着我，他们雄壮而帅气，我竟然忍不住张开两条腿，甩起了我的屌。两条大狗出神地看着我。我就对着他们“汪汪！汪汪！”地叫，又把自己的“爪子”抬起来，一边叫一边晃动下体。两条狗专注地看着我，先是看我的脸色，后来当我的屌晃动起来时，它们就低头看我的屌，久久地注释。这时，我忽然看到了那条黑狗的屌，就在它的后半段身子下，粗粗的，长长的，外面包着皮毛。而当我像狗一样汪汪叫的时候，黑狗的屌里居然窜出了淡红色的龟头，湿滑湿滑的，跟人的龟头颜色相似，但是更长更细。农场主告诉我，这条黑狗叫“黑豆”，以前它“操过人”。我惊愕，狗居然可以操人？！之前我听说过一些男人喜欢玩狗，他们专门到朋友家去操朋友家的狗。而今天，我第一次听说狗还可以操人！那“黑豆”是非常懂性爱的。它的身体高高大大，毛色以黑色为主，偶尔点缀着一些棕毛，两只黑色的耳朵直竖着，精神抖擞，两只眼睛犀利而明亮。我禁不住趴在了地上，大腿岔开，两手着地，撅着屁股，就像我一贯的“跪趴”姿势，我还吐出舌头，对着前面的狗“哈！哈！哈！”地喘气，然后又“汪汪”地叫。 ——这种姿势我已经练了很多，被人指导了很多，没想到今天竟然能够跟真狗一起比试！我情不自禁地摇起了屁股，猛烈地摇着，比真狗还要放荡。主人出来了，看到这，禁不住录下了视频。我意外地发现，当我趴在地上摇屁股、吐舌头的时候，眼前的黑豆的大屌已经挺得老高，红色的龟头已经伸出了老长老长，似乎要把天空刺破。黑豆用那明澈、锐利的眼神注视着我，一动不动。后来，每当我到黑豆面前甩屌的时候，黑豆都会起反应，前两天是出神地望着我，后来就直接躺下来，卧在笼网处。它好像很享受在我身边的感觉。农场主说，黑豆是我的老公！知道黑豆对我有感觉，我就一次次挑逗他。在这里还有其他几条狗，主人也会经常把它们解开来，让它们在笼网外自由活动。我也用同样的方式挑逗其他几条狗，发现它们大都比较木讷，对性爱还一窍不通。有两条大黑狗看到我摇摆自己的生殖器、左右手扇打自己的生殖器，它们都视若无睹。而一条叫做“灰灰”的灰色狗，则稍微有点体悟，当我走到笼网前时，灰灰就会跑过来，蹲在地上，认真地望着我；我顺势摆动自己的生殖器，生殖器就不自觉地大起来，灰灰就立刻把目光转向了我的生殖器，目不转睛地盯着看，乐此不疲。可是它的屌并没有起太大反应。它的悟性比黑豆要差一点。 “黑豆”是我的最爱！农场主说“黑豆”是我的老公！农场主好几次说让我好好练习，不再怕狗，慢慢跟狗接触，后面要跟狗一起亲昵，一起玩耍，一起睡觉，甚至“兽交”。可是在这里待了七天，我都没能跟狗直接接触，我还是不敢靠近它们！黑豆一定是爱我的。而我，一看到它，就会硬起来。我经常到笼门前呼唤它的名字，它听到了，有时就立刻跑过来；有时听到了，还懒洋洋地不肯过来，我就不停地“呼唤”，它就总会过来。它一来，我就岔开两腿，晃动身体，摇摆自己的屌，甚至故意用手拍着屌，伸给它看。前面两天，它看到我的屌，充满向往；后来，当它看到我整个人，还很淡定，当我一拍自己的屌，它立刻就扭头走了。这样扭头走了好几次。——它一定是有感觉的，是尴尬还是害臊，不得而知。我一次次挑逗黑豆，想把它的屌弄到最大。可是很少有那么长、那么突出的时候。而那天，刑主第一次把我的脖子拴起来，绑在院子的墙下时，我像狗一样扑在地上，吐着舌头向主人撒娇。我一不小心看到了远处的黑豆和灰灰，它们正隔着笼门出神地望着我，再看黑豆的屌，已经硬得不成样子了！里面红色的龟头全部伸出来，足有两寸长，直挺挺地，想要发射火箭。我真他妈地骚，我居然让真狗看到了我“做狗”的样子！这些狗第一天对我都还比较生疏，经常汪汪叫，第二天开始就慢慢熟悉了，把我当做家人一般。半夜里我摸黑出来撒尿，狗们听到动静，就三三两两叫起来，我立刻喊一声“小黑”或“黑豆”，它们听到声音，得知是我，立刻就不叫了。主人养的公狗，跟我是一样地骚，一样地贱，总有一天，它们会被主人开发得放荡不堪。（七）玩了三四天后，这天下午，主人来了，他要让我体验戴木夹！在小屋子里，有三副囚禁犯人的木夹，竟然都是我的主人自己制作的，他是个能工巧匠！主人把木夹给我戴上，我的头被木头夹着，两手也被木头夹着；主人又把一根很长的铁棍的两头拴在我的脚踝，我就这样呆呆地立着，动弹不得。我吓得胆战心惊，生怕跌倒，主人就把我腿上的铁棍解了下来。 “跪下！”主人命令道。我就戴着木夹，跪在了地上。古代的犯人，就是戴着这样的木夹吧？他们跋山涉水，发配边疆，一路上都要这样戴着木夹。这真令人毛骨悚然！还有让我恐惧的是戴脚镣！自从那晚被大妈撞见后，我就因祸得福，主人让我搬到了屋子里睡觉。虽然屋子里有老鼠跑来跑去，但是屋子里比外面干净多了，舒服多了，一整夜连狗也不叫了。我也睡得很香。然而，主人却让我戴上了重重的镣铐，这镣铐比之前的都要重，足有10公斤。我睡觉的时候，必须戴着它。晚上我只能仰卧着，翻身都不能。稍微一动，锁链就勒得脚踝生疼，把皮都磨破了。半夜里要小解，我只能挣扎着坐起来，再吃力地提着两脚之间的绳索，好减轻镣铐对脚踝的压力，然而一点点拖动着步子，去门口撒尿。为了省事，我连门都不敢出，站在屋子里把尿撒在门外，再回去睡觉。这天早上，主人给我发消息，说他上午有事，不过来了。天哪，我没有饭吃，也没有自由！我忍不住想拉屎，就只好挣扎着，拖着镣铐，拉着锁链，弓着身子，一步步挪到院子里，好不容易找到一个地方，拿来铁锹进行刨坑，再蹲下来拉屎，最后再用土埋上。以前脖子被狗链拴在铁桩子上的时候，我没法离开半米；如今我可以走动，却举步维艰，疼痛万分。上午不吃东西，我实在忍受不了。怎么办呢？我忽然想到了树上的葡萄，虽然都还青青涩涩，但毕竟也是食物！我踱步到树下，摘了一串葡萄，吃完了，又摘了一串葡萄，吃下了。最让我刺激的还是主人的喷水，以及灌肠！这天下午，主人又把我正吊了起来。以前吊的时候，是在手腕上缠上皮圈，这次则直接用土色的呢绒绳子缠起来，缠了好几圈，再挂到空中。依然是双脚离地，脚尖微微能碰到地面。主人打开了水闸，拿起水管，向我喷来。虽然此时正值八月，天气微微有些炎热，但是井里抽上来的水，依然冰凉！主人站在一两米远的地方，把水柱绷紧，嗖嗖地喷到我的脸上。我顿时一阵呛鼻，嘴里、鼻子里、眼睛里都是水，我挣扎着闭紧了双眼，拼命抖动着脑袋，可是水柱依然在我的脸上喷个不停，溅起一片水花，就像燃放烟花爆竹似的。我实在受不了的时候，就努力把头仰起，不让水花进入我的鼻孔。而主人则趁机喷我的脖子，我浑身感到冰凉。喷了好大一会儿，主人又喷我的胸，喷我的屌。我的双腿在地上扑腾着，来回地移动，却移动不了半米，一刻也逃不出主人的水柱。我无比窘迫，忍不住扭转身体，背对着主人，水柱就喷到了我的背上。没想到主人又扑了过来，对着我的耳朵喷了起来。我的耳朵里瞬间灌满了水，我拼命地摇头。主人又从侧面喷我的脖子…… 喷着喷着，主人开始喷我的屁股，我只觉得屁股像是炮弹袭击一般。后来，主人靠了过来，把水管伸向我的“菊花”。我以为主人是帮我洗屁眼，没想到他的水柱却执意往更深处伸。我扭来扭去，主人还是坚持把水管口往的菊花处插。查了好几次，我忽然意识到，他要把水喷进我的肠道！这样磨合了好一阵子，我忽然感到体内冲入一股细流，冰凉冰凉。我痛苦地叫道：“我要拉出来！……我要拉出来！” 我一用力，就像拉屎那样往外拉，感觉一股东西从我屁股喷了出来，随同全身的水一起落下。主人冲了冲我的胸部，又绕到我的屁股后面，把水管插入。这个工作似乎并不好做，他弄了好几次，才把又一股水流冲进我的体内，伴着一股冰凉，我尖叫一声，痛苦地嘶吼起来：“啊……啊！我要拉出来……我要拉出来……”我使劲一拉，只觉得“噗”的一下子，水就从我的屁股喷出来了。这样弄了几次后，我竟然看到地板有些发黄，稀稀疏疏的黄色。我觉得又痛苦又肮脏，又无法自拔。我对主人说：“地上这是什么？这些黄色的是什么？” 主人一言不发，用水管对着木板冲起来。我忽然想到“灌肠”，在许多年前，我曾经体验过一次灌肠。不过那次是在厕所里，被一个主人温柔有加、循序渐进地灌肠，他一边灌一边指导我：“肚子有没有很痛？很痛了就告诉我。”最后，让我站着把灌进去的东西拉出来，地上也是一片黄色，他这样灌了好几次，让我拉了好几次，直到拉出来的都是干净的水。我就对农场主说道：“你可以多灌一点。” 农场主就扑过来了，按住我灌起来。“啊！”我感到冰凉袭入体内了，我难受得尖叫起来，一边扭动身体，一边跺脚。我想摆脱，没想到主人却死死地抱住我的臀，把水柱拼命往我里面灌。我叫道：“不要！不要！”他还是猛力地按住我，我挣脱不得。水飞速地大量地流入了我的体内，一瞬间，我感到肚子一阵胀痛，紧接着一阵头晕，我开始呻吟：“不行，我要拉出来……” 我立刻努力拉了出来，就像平时拉屎那种感觉。可是，我觉得头晕目眩，浑身难受，我快要晕过去了！我虚弱地喊道：“快把我放下来！我要虚脱了！……” 主人见机行事，赶紧把我的绳子解开了，我蹲到了地上，微微喘着气，觉得大脑还是晕眩。就这样，我缓了好一会儿，恢复了体力。从这时起，主人或许是有了些顾虑，就不再肆意玩我了。只是以圈养为主。（八）后面的两天，都没有玩什么项目。我有点无聊：“还有什么可以玩的？” 主人说：“项目还有很多，可是你都不能接受。” 来之前，我本计划玩个三五天，最多一星期。主人却说最少十天，何况我还签订了十天的圈养协议。这些天，我的身份证也一直扣押在主人那里。主人还多次表示，想让我在这圈一个月。我想，如果我执意提前离开，或者借故要走，主人也是会放我走的。可我还是决定，在这待满十天。在第七天的时候，我忽然听闻消息，“白海豚”台风要经过郑州了，夜里凌晨两点到第二天下午四点有暴雨。有网友提醒我要注意安全。我想起以前郑州的地铁还曾被淹，不禁有点彷徨。我把这告诉了主人，主人说：“没事的，只要不下大暴雨，就不会有问题。” 于是我决定继续滞留。没想到，过了一会儿，主人也收到了官方发来的短信，提醒防范洪水暴雨。谨慎的主人给我发来消息，今晚就不要住这了。晚上，他终于来了，而我去哪呢？我说：“你把送到一个闹市区，我找个旅馆住下就可以了。” 我想，这七天也已经够了，何况主人说过，以后想玩还可以再来，毕竟我们是长久地“交往”。主人又说：“其实雨只要慢慢地下，就不会有问题。怕的是一下子下暴雨。下暴雨这里也不会淹，但是明天早上路上会有很深的积水，我的车子就开不过来了。” 我说：“那我就走吧！” 主人又说：“其实也没事，不走也可以！” 我刚收拾了一半的东西，连地铺都收起来了，莫非又不走了？我说：“那要不就不走？” 主人又在犹豫……这个一项斩钉截铁的人，今天为了这事居然来回纠结了五六次。最后我决定：“还是走吧！” 主人跟我的意见达成了一致。我一点点地收拾自己的衣服、行李、剃须刀，穿上袜子、鞋子，穿上短裤和短袖，这是这么多天来，我第一次恢复人模人样的外形。我的心里有种欣喜，又有种分离之感。走出大门的那一刻，我说道：“我感觉自己像是出狱了！” 我又上了主人的面包车，我自己坐在后面，后面没有座椅，我就坐在靠边处凸起的地方。主人开动了车子，这次我没有被蒙眼睛，我看到外面的大棚、树木、夜里的灯光，都从我的眼前闪过。摇摇晃晃，上了外面的马路，我观望着我来时的这条路。这还是我第一次看到。为了防止摔倒，我紧紧地用手抓着两条车上的带子。我的心里怅然若失，空落落的。遇到红绿灯等车的时候，我忍不住叹了一口气。主人问：“怎么了？买不到回去的票吗？” 我说：“不是。我觉得自己漂泊无依。” 主人开玩笑道：“要不还把你送回去？” 车子开啊，开啊，开了很久，很久，用于离开了那偏僻的农田，又离开了荒凉的郊区，渐渐到了有人烟的地方。主人把我送到一个有商场的地方，我就独自下了车。主人的车子走了。我自己坐在路边的一个花坛边，看到这里灯红酒绿，行人穿梭，弥漫着热闹的人间烟火。我坐了许久许久，搜了附近一家旅馆，便去住下了。我已经很累很累了，我要在郑州休息两天，然后按照之前答应好另一个主人的约定，赶往山西，在那里继续玩几天。（完）（王松海写完于2026年8月18日）

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我被圈养了七天（第6-8章）文/欧阳松海（六）圈在农场的日子里，虽然有些憋闷，但是没有工作劳累，没有世事烦扰，与世无争，隔绝红尘，呼吸着农村新鲜的空气，偶尔还能吃几串自然生长的葡萄，就像是在养生。每天晚上主人走后，我九点半就躺下睡觉了，睡眠质量也很好。与其说是圈养，不如说是置身世外桃源。虽然每天赤身露体，镣铐缠身，但是我并不觉得羞耻。要知道，在世界上大多数发达国家，LGBTQ都是非常正常的现象（女同、男同、无性、双性、跨性别等），无可厚非，人们都会尊重别人的性取向。天体、SM、暴露……各种玩法，都是人性使然，是人性需要，只要不危害社会，不伤害双方，都应该被支持和尊重。而在封建落后的国家，人民被一党专制统治，剥夺了各种自由，这些人群和项目都被视作下流、无耻甚至违法，实质上不过是上层为了更好地统治人民、管控人民而已——人只需要活着，不需要活得自由、有尊严。像我最喜欢的国家是美国，它的自由程度是最大的；我最讨厌的国家是朝鲜，你可知道？在2026年的今天，朝鲜人民依然不能上网，不能打长途电话，不准随便出国，情侣在街上不能牵手，人们不能私自种菜、种地（否则就要处以刑罚），百姓家家户户都要张贴前两代领导人的画像，每天要对画像进行膜拜祈祷，并用鸡毛掸子把画像上的灰尘每天抹掉，警察可以随便进入人们的家中检查，一旦发现画像上有灰尘，就会对全家人进行处罚…… 以前我们总以为每个国家都有好有坏，其实决定一个国家好坏的本质原因是政治制度，是实行一党执政，还是多党执政。就像你去饭店吃饭，如果这一带只有一家饭店，那么这里的饭菜一定又贵又难吃；如果这一带有很多饭店，那么所有饭店的饭菜质量都会好起来。同理，管理国家的组织也不应该由一家垄断。一家垄断的国家，人们就会过得很苦。啊，我是一条有文化的贱狗！当我看透了这一切，反倒无比释然。以前我也为自己感到羞耻，感到苦恼，甚至心情忧郁，其实那都是落后的社会戴在我身上的枷锁！我所做的这一切，在一个正常国家，不过都是释放天性，再正常不过。可是，我还是觉得我太骚了，骚得居然跟狗产生了性爱和恋情！在我到主人家的第一天，狗一见我就狂吠着猛扑过来，可是过了一会儿，等它们不叫了，隔着铁丝门，我确定它们跳不过来，我竟然对这些狗隐隐产生了另一种感情！这里总共有五条狗，都是公狗，其中四条都已经比较庞大，有一米长，半米高。两条大狗拴在场外的铁栓子上，三条狗在场外跑着。我看到两条狗跑到铁丝门前看着我，他们雄壮而帅气，我竟然忍不住张开两条腿，甩起了我的屌。两条大狗出神地看着我。我就对着他们“汪汪！汪汪！”地叫，又把自己的“爪子”抬起来，一边叫一边晃动下体。两条狗专注地看着我，先是看我的脸色，后来当我的屌晃动起来时，它们就低头看我的屌，久久地注释。这时，我忽然看到了那条黑狗的屌，就在它的后半段身子下，粗粗的，长长的，外面包着皮毛。而当我像狗一样汪汪叫的时候，黑狗的屌里居然窜出了淡红色的龟头，湿滑湿滑的，跟人的龟头颜色相似，但是更长更细。农场主告诉我，这条黑狗叫“黑豆”，以前它“操过人”。我惊愕，狗居然可以操人？！之前我听说过一些男人喜欢玩狗，他们专门到朋友家去操朋友家的狗。而今天，我第一次听说狗还可以操人！那“黑豆”是非常懂性爱的。它的身体高高大大，毛色以黑色为主，偶尔点缀着一些棕毛，两只黑色的耳朵直竖着，精神抖擞，两只眼睛犀利而明亮。我禁不住趴在了地上，大腿岔开，两手着地，撅着屁股，就像我一贯的“跪趴”姿势，我还吐出舌头，对着前面的狗“哈！哈！哈！”地喘气，然后又“汪汪”地叫。 ——这种姿势我已经练了很多，被人指导了很多，没想到今天竟然能够跟真狗一起比试！我情不自禁地摇起了屁股，猛烈地摇着，比真狗还要放荡。主人出来了，看到这，禁不住录下了视频。我意外地发现，当我趴在地上摇屁股、吐舌头的时候，眼前的黑豆的大屌已经挺得老高，红色的龟头已经伸出了老长老长，似乎要把天空刺破。黑豆用那明澈、锐利的眼神注视着我，一动不动。后来，每当我到黑豆面前甩屌的时候，黑豆都会起反应，前两天是出神地望着我，后来就直接躺下来，卧在笼网处。它好像很享受在我身边的感觉。农场主说，黑豆是我的老公！知道黑豆对我有感觉，我就一次次挑逗他。在这里还有其他几条狗，主人也会经常把它们解开来，让它们在笼网外自由活动。我也用同样的方式挑逗其他几条狗，发现它们大都比较木讷，对性爱还一窍不通。有两条大黑狗看到我摇摆自己的生殖器、左右手扇打自己的生殖器，它们都视若无睹。而一条叫做“灰灰”的灰色狗，则稍微有点体悟，当我走到笼网前时，灰灰就会跑过来，蹲在地上，认真地望着我；我顺势摆动自己的生殖器，生殖器就不自觉地大起来，灰灰就立刻把目光转向了我的生殖器，目不转睛地盯着看，乐此不疲。可是它的屌并没有起太大反应。它的悟性比黑豆要差一点。 “黑豆”是我的最爱！农场主说“黑豆”是我的老公！农场主好几次说让我好好练习，不再怕狗，慢慢跟狗接触，后面要跟狗一起亲昵，一起玩耍，一起睡觉，甚至“兽交”。可是在这里待了七天，我都没能跟狗直接接触，我还是不敢靠近它们！黑豆一定是爱我的。而我，一看到它，就会硬起来。我经常到笼门前呼唤它的名字，它听到了，有时就立刻跑过来；有时听到了，还懒洋洋地不肯过来，我就不停地“呼唤”，它就总会过来。它一来，我就岔开两腿，晃动身体，摇摆自己的屌，甚至故意用手拍着屌，伸给它看。前面两天，它看到我的屌，充满向往；后来，当它看到我整个人，还很淡定，当我一拍自己的屌，它立刻就扭头走了。这样扭头走了好几次。——它一定是有感觉的，是尴尬还是害臊，不得而知。我一次次挑逗黑豆，想把它的屌弄到最大。可是很少有那么长、那么突出的时候。而那天，刑主第一次把我的脖子拴起来，绑在院子的墙下时，我像狗一样扑在地上，吐着舌头向主人撒娇。我一不小心看到了远处的黑豆和灰灰，它们正隔着笼门出神地望着我，再看黑豆的屌，已经硬得不成样子了！里面红色的龟头全部伸出来，足有两寸长，直挺挺地，想要发射火箭。我真他妈地骚，我居然让真狗看到了我“做狗”的样子！这些狗第一天对我都还比较生疏，经常汪汪叫，第二天开始就慢慢熟悉了，把我当做家人一般。半夜里我摸黑出来撒尿，狗们听到动静，就三三两两叫起来，我立刻喊一声“小黑”或“黑豆”，它们听到声音，得知是我，立刻就不叫了。主人养的公狗，跟我是一样地骚，一样地贱，总有一天，它们会被主人开发得放荡不堪。（七）玩了三四天后，这天下午，主人来了，他要让我体验戴木夹！在小屋子里，有三副囚禁犯人的木夹，竟然都是我的主人自己制作的，他是个能工巧匠！主人把木夹给我戴上，我的头被木头夹着，两手也被木头夹着；主人又把一根很长的铁棍的两头拴在我的脚踝，我就这样呆呆地立着，动弹不得。我吓得胆战心惊，生怕跌倒，主人就把我腿上的铁棍解了下来。 “跪下！”主人命令道。我就戴着木夹，跪在了地上。古代的犯人，就是戴着这样的木夹吧？他们跋山涉水，发配边疆，一路上都要这样戴着木夹。这真令人毛骨悚然！还有让我恐惧的是戴脚镣！自从那晚被大妈撞见后，我就因祸得福，主人让我搬到了屋子里睡觉。虽然屋子里有老鼠跑来跑去，但是屋子里比外面干净多了，舒服多了，一整夜连狗也不叫了。我也睡得很香。然而，主人却让我戴上了重重的镣铐，这镣铐比之前的都要重，足有10公斤。我睡觉的时候，必须戴着它。晚上我只能仰卧着，翻身都不能。稍微一动，锁链就勒得脚踝生疼，把皮都磨破了。半夜里要小解，我只能挣扎着坐起来，再吃力地提着两脚之间的绳索，好减轻镣铐对脚踝的压力，然而一点点拖动着步子，去门口撒尿。为了省事，我连门都不敢出，站在屋子里把尿撒在门外，再回去睡觉。这天早上，主人给我发消息，说他上午有事，不过来了。天哪，我没有饭吃，也没有自由！我忍不住想拉屎，就只好挣扎着，拖着镣铐，拉着锁链，弓着身子，一步步挪到院子里，好不容易找到一个地方，拿来铁锹进行刨坑，再蹲下来拉屎，最后再用土埋上。以前脖子被狗链拴在铁桩子上的时候，我没法离开半米；如今我可以走动，却举步维艰，疼痛万分。上午不吃东西，我实在忍受不了。怎么办呢？我忽然想到了树上的葡萄，虽然都还青青涩涩，但毕竟也是食物！我踱步到树下，摘了一串葡萄，吃完了，又摘了一串葡萄，吃下了。最让我刺激的还是主人的喷水，以及灌肠！这天下午，主人又把我正吊了起来。以前吊的时候，是在手腕上缠上皮圈，这次则直接用土色的呢绒绳子缠起来，缠了好几圈，再挂到空中。依然是双脚离地，脚尖微微能碰到地面。主人打开了水闸，拿起水管，向我喷来。虽然此时正值八月，天气微微有些炎热，但是井里抽上来的水，依然冰凉！主人站在一两米远的地方，把水柱绷紧，嗖嗖地喷到我的脸上。我顿时一阵呛鼻，嘴里、鼻子里、眼睛里都是水，我挣扎着闭紧了双眼，拼命抖动着脑袋，可是水柱依然在我的脸上喷个不停，溅起一片水花，就像燃放烟花爆竹似的。我实在受不了的时候，就努力把头仰起，不让水花进入我的鼻孔。而主人则趁机喷我的脖子，我浑身感到冰凉。喷了好大一会儿，主人又喷我的胸，喷我的屌。我的双腿在地上扑腾着，来回地移动，却移动不了半米，一刻也逃不出主人的水柱。我无比窘迫，忍不住扭转身体，背对着主人，水柱就喷到了我的背上。没想到主人又扑了过来，对着我的耳朵喷了起来。我的耳朵里瞬间灌满了水，我拼命地摇头。主人又从侧面喷我的脖子…… 喷着喷着，主人开始喷我的屁股，我只觉得屁股像是炮弹袭击一般。后来，主人靠了过来，把水管伸向我的“菊花”。我以为主人是帮我洗屁眼，没想到他的水柱却执意往更深处伸。我扭来扭去，主人还是坚持把水管口往的菊花处插。查了好几次，我忽然意识到，他要把水喷进我的肠道！这样磨合了好一阵子，我忽然感到体内冲入一股细流，冰凉冰凉。我痛苦地叫道：“我要拉出来！……我要拉出来！” 我一用力，就像拉屎那样往外拉，感觉一股东西从我屁股喷了出来，随同全身的水一起落下。主人冲了冲我的胸部，又绕到我的屁股后面，把水管插入。这个工作似乎并不好做，他弄了好几次，才把又一股水流冲进我的体内，伴着一股冰凉，我尖叫一声，痛苦地嘶吼起来：“啊……啊！我要拉出来……我要拉出来……”我使劲一拉，只觉得“噗”的一下子，水就从我的屁股喷出来了。这样弄了几次后，我竟然看到地板有些发黄，稀稀疏疏的黄色。我觉得又痛苦又肮脏，又无法自拔。我对主人说：“地上这是什么？这些黄色的是什么？” 主人一言不发，用水管对着木板冲起来。我忽然想到“灌肠”，在许多年前，我曾经体验过一次灌肠。不过那次是在厕所里，被一个主人温柔有加、循序渐进地灌肠，他一边灌一边指导我：“肚子有没有很痛？很痛了就告诉我。”最后，让我站着把灌进去的东西拉出来，地上也是一片黄色，他这样灌了好几次，让我拉了好几次，直到拉出来的都是干净的水。我就对农场主说道：“你可以多灌一点。” 农场主就扑过来了，按住我灌起来。“啊！”我感到冰凉袭入体内了，我难受得尖叫起来，一边扭动身体，一边跺脚。我想摆脱，没想到主人却死死地抱住我的臀，把水柱拼命往我里面灌。我叫道：“不要！不要！”他还是猛力地按住我，我挣脱不得。水飞速地大量地流入了我的体内，一瞬间，我感到肚子一阵胀痛，紧接着一阵头晕，我开始呻吟：“不行，我要拉出来……” 我立刻努力拉了出来，就像平时拉屎那种感觉。可是，我觉得头晕目眩，浑身难受，我快要晕过去了！我虚弱地喊道：“快把我放下来！我要虚脱了！……” 主人见机行事，赶紧把我的绳子解开了，我蹲到了地上，微微喘着气，觉得大脑还是晕眩。就这样，我缓了好一会儿，恢复了体力。从这时起，主人或许是有了些顾虑，就不再肆意玩我了。只是以圈养为主。（八）后面的两天，都没有玩什么项目。我有点无聊：“还有什么可以玩的？” 主人说：“项目还有很多，可是你都不能接受。” 来之前，我本计划玩个三五天，最多一星期。主人却说最少十天，何况我还签订了十天的圈养协议。这些天，我的身份证也一直扣押在主人那里。主人还多次表示，想让我在这圈一个月。我想，如果我执意提前离开，或者借故要走，主人也是会放我走的。可我还是决定，在这待满十天。在第七天的时候，我忽然听闻消息，“白海豚”台风要经过郑州了，夜里凌晨两点到第二天下午四点有暴雨。有网友提醒我要注意安全。我想起以前郑州的地铁还曾被淹，不禁有点彷徨。我把这告诉了主人，主人说：“没事的，只要不下大暴雨，就不会有问题。” 于是我决定继续滞留。没想到，过了一会儿，主人也收到了官方发来的短信，提醒防范洪水暴雨。谨慎的主人给我发来消息，今晚就不要住这了。晚上，他终于来了，而我去哪呢？我说：“你把送到一个闹市区，我找个旅馆住下就可以了。” 我想，这七天也已经够了，何况主人说过，以后想玩还可以再来，毕竟我们是长久地“交往”。主人又说：“其实雨只要慢慢地下，就不会有问题。怕的是一下子下暴雨。下暴雨这里也不会淹，但是明天早上路上会有很深的积水，我的车子就开不过来了。” 我说：“那我就走吧！” 主人又说：“其实也没事，不走也可以！” 我刚收拾了一半的东西，连地铺都收起来了，莫非又不走了？我说：“那要不就不走？” 主人又在犹豫……这个一项斩钉截铁的人，今天为了这事居然来回纠结了五六次。最后我决定：“还是走吧！” 主人跟我的意见达成了一致。我一点点地收拾自己的衣服、行李、剃须刀，穿上袜子、鞋子，穿上短裤和短袖，这是这么多天来，我第一次恢复人模人样的外形。我的心里有种欣喜，又有种分离之感。走出大门的那一刻，我说道：“我感觉自己像是出狱了！” 我又上了主人的面包车，我自己坐在后面，后面没有座椅，我就坐在靠边处凸起的地方。主人开动了车子，这次我没有被蒙眼睛，我看到外面的大棚、树木、夜里的灯光，都从我的眼前闪过。摇摇晃晃，上了外面的马路，我观望着我来时的这条路。这还是我第一次看到。为了防止摔倒，我紧紧地用手抓着两条车上的带子。我的心里怅然若失，空落落的。遇到红绿灯等车的时候，我忍不住叹了一口气。主人问：“怎么了？买不到回去的票吗？” 我说：“不是。我觉得自己漂泊无依。” 主人开玩笑道：“要不还把你送回去？” 车子开啊，开啊，开了很久，很久，用于离开了那偏僻的农田，又离开了荒凉的郊区，渐渐到了有人烟的地方。主人把我送到一个有商场的地方，我就独自下了车。主人的车子走了。我自己坐在路边的一个花坛边，看到这里灯红酒绿，行人穿梭，弥漫着热闹的人间烟火。我坐了许久许久，搜了附近一家旅馆，便去住下了。我已经很累很累了，我要在郑州休息两天，然后按照之前答应好另一个主人的约定，赶往山西，在那里继续玩几天。（完）（王松海写完于2026年8月18日）

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I Was Kept like a Pet for Seven Days (Chapters 1–2) By Wang Songhai (1) I was about to see him! I was about to see him! My Master was already driving over to pick me up! I paced back and forth near the suburban bus stop, my heart racing with waves of excitement. I had been longing for this moment day and night! Two days ago, I was looking for a Master online who wanted a slave. I added a few "Masters" but hadn't made up my mind yet when I suddenly saw someone in a QQ group post a picture that said, "Taking in livestock." I added him right away. To my surprise, his environment and setup were amazing, so I chose him without a second thought! He was a "large-scale farm owner" running greenhouse operations in the countryside of Zhengzhou, Henan. He kept several large dogs in the greenhouse and wanted to keep a slave there—pure livestock-style rearing, fed on dog food and animal feed. He said to me: "Bondage, whipping, hanging and beating, CBT (cock and ball torture), anus, drinking urine, caged captivity, fisting, urethral sounding, piercing, branding, bestiality. Pure livestock-style rearing, fed on dog food and animal feed. Only reach out if you can accept all of this." I replied: "I can accept most of it. But I won't be staying with actual dogs, right? I'm a bit afraid of dogs." He said: "They don't bite. Besides, once you're livestock, you're still afraid?" He added: "No financial help will be provided during captivity—no money exchanged. Total disconnection from the outside world; your phone will be confiscated. Sign the agreement based on your tolerance, and relinquish your phone and ID." He asked about my city and job, adding: "No sick livestock accepted; tests required." My heart pounded with excitement, eager to try. I longed for that environment and the activities he mentioned, but I was truly terrified of dogs and had never dared get near them. Finally, we reached an agreement: "Keep the dogs outside; I'll be chained inside the greenhouse." As for my Farm Owner, I had only seen a quick disappearing photo of him. He was 36, with a rather fierce look—that was my only impression. We were similar in age, and communication flowed smoothly. I immediately booked a train ticket for that very day—spontaneous as could be. I boarded the train in Nanjing at 1:00 PM and arrived in Zhengzhou at 11:00 PM. Master said, "Let me see the ticket." I sent him a screenshot of the booking showing my name. He added: "Prepare the following materials: one 1-inch color photo, original and copy of your ID, and a change of clothes." Just like that, I couldn't wait to rush to the train station. From adding each other as friends to booking the ticket, less than two hours had passed. My journey of captivity arrived like a whirlwind! I finally squeezed onto the train. It was packed wall-to-wall with people; since it was summer break, there were especially many adults and children traveling. I had booked a standing ticket on a slow train—an 11-hour ride that was agonizingly long. How I wished to reach my destination sooner, to meet my Farm Owner, to see that greenhouse and those chains! On the train, I received intermittent messages from the Farm Owner. He was perhaps just as curious and excited as I was. He asked me, "Can you accept all those activities I mentioned?" I replied, "I can only accept the first eight for now; we can develop the rest gradually later." He asked, "Can you be fed dog food and animal feed?" I answered, "Yes." He asked again, "Do you prefer ropes or manacles? During play, your mouth will be gagged with urine-soaked underwear." He added, "At night, you'll sleep in the yard, tethered with a rope." I agreed to everything. Then he asked, "How long do you plan to be kept?" I had originally planned for three to five days, seven at most, but he said, "At least ten days." Finding out I was on leave for the whole month of August, he even wanted to keep me for a month. He asked me, "Can I shave off your hair?" ...Every word made my blood surge, giving me erection after erection on the train. Later, he grinned wickedly and told me, "Another Master is coming tomorrow." Hearing this, my ears flushed, my heart beat wildly, and I could hardly contain my impatience. How long those 11 hours on the train felt! I thought back to when I was working—how hard I struggled, just wishing time would hurry up so I could get off work. Now on the train, I was enduring a different kind of agony: when would I finally get to enjoy it? After getting off the train, I couldn't go straight to Master's place. The night was late, and the distance was far. Following Master's instructions, I stayed near the train station for the night. The next morning, I took a bus for over an hour to get off at his designated bus stop, where he would drive to pick me up. The bus swayed and jolted, and my heart burned with anxiety. At this moment, I felt the world was so wonderful, so desirable. My crotch went hard time and time again. Finally, my Master arrived! He came driving his car! (2) A white van pulled up in front of me. I stood up from the roadside bench. A man stepped out of the vehicle wearing a pair of glasses. The first thing he said upon seeing me was, "What's your name?" "Wang Songhai," I answered. That was the name on my ID card. I saw what he looked like—much better-looking than in the photo, and far more "kind." His skin was dark, exuding the strong, mature aura of a built man. I quietly compared our heights and found he was a bit shorter than me, by about half a head. In that instant, I fell in love with him—utterly captivated. Without a word, he opened the back door of the van. I got in with tacit understanding. As soon as I was inside, he handcuffed my hands in front of me. Then he bound my feet with manacles, slapped my cheek, and smiled maliciously: "Feels good?" Honest and frightened, I said, "Yes." Next, he covered my head with a hood. My world instantly went pitch black. Through tiny gaps, I could vaguely see him return to the driver's seat and start the engine. Sitting on the vehicle floor, I swayed along with the movement of the van, heading toward that wonderful "paradise." After a long drive, we finally reached the farm! He removed my hood and leg manacles, but kept the cuffs on my hands. He pulled me out of the van. The surroundings were deathly quiet and completely deserted, with vegetable greenhouses lining both sides of the road. I could hear several large dogs barking fiercely. Master led me to the door, and two dogs instantly charged forward. A large black dog barked wildly beside Master while glaring at me menacingly. I was too terrified to step forward, so Master "angrily" drove the dogs away and brought me into the greenhouse. On the east side of the greenhouse was a fenced area where several dogs were kept. I couldn't help but steal a glance through the mesh; to my surprise, several big dogs lunged toward me, barking loudly. I bolted and fled into a small room at one end of the greenhouse. It was a long, narrow greenhouse filled with grapevines. It was August, and the vines were heavy with clusters of bright green grapes—cute and tempting. On the south side of the greenhouse were two small rooms: one square, only eight or nine square meters, and an adjacent long room, only one meter wide and about three meters long. The square room had a sofa, a refrigerator, a coffee table, and a wardrobe filled with all kinds of "tools." I observed curiously for a moment until Master said calmly, "Why aren't you taking off your clothes yet?" I stripped off all my clothes, pants, shoes, and socks. Master also pulled down his pants, leaned in... and I opened my mouth... When he wasn't driving, the Farm Owner didn't wear glasses. He was so dark-skinned, so sturdy, and spoke so little, radiating an immense sense of majesty. In front of him, I didn't dare say much and could only obey submissively. A moment later, Master asked for my ID card. Without thinking, I took it out and handed it over. This was the first time I had ever handed my ID card to someone else! Master then brought out two pieces of paper with printed text and told me to "sign the agreement." The first sheet was for personal information, including: Name, Age, Date of Birth, Height, Weight, Ethnicity, Marital Status, Education, Registered Residence, Phone Number, QQ, as well as Shoe Size, Shoulder Width, Chest Circumference, Waist Circumference, Hip Circumference, and Dick Size. I filled in the first few items truthfully; as for the rest, I didn't know them, and Master said, "It's fine to leave some blank." The second sheet contained the "Agreement": I, ( ), as of today for a period of ( ), voluntarily become a slave and livestock, completely belonging to Master as his property. I guarantee absolute obedience to Master's arrangements and surrender my phone and ID card. If I make Master angry or dissatisfied, I am willing to accept any punishment and bear all consequences myself. Note: During the agreement period, Master will not provide any financial assistance; feeding methods and food are entirely up to Master's arrangement. Date: Signature: I obediently signed the agreement and handed it to Master. Master placed both sheets together with my ID card into a manila folder and put it away. Just then, another Master arrived. He was about forty years old, tall and thin, with fair skin, glasses, and a buzz cut. He looked very handsome. When he looked down, his eyelashes were dark, thick, and delicate. I quietly admired this Northern man. Only later did I learn that he was the Punishment Master. The scene began! They led me into the yard, to a small open space between the grape trellis and the small room. On the ground was a 1x2 meter rectangular wooden board, and above it was a hanging frame. They strapped leather cuffs onto my feet. Then one Master turned the handle while the other held me, and I was slowly hoisted upside down! For the first time, my feet were pointed at the sky and my head toward the ground as my entire body was lifted upright, slowly leaving the floor. I felt utterly miserable, as if I were about to break. I screamed, but Master kept turning the handle. After dangling for a bit, I couldn't take it anymore, so Master lowered me and hung me right side up instead. When hung right side up, my hands were bound by leather straps and ropes. My heels lifted off the ground, with only my toes barely touching to offer a sliver of support. Before I could catch my breath, the tall, thin Master's leather whip lashed down on me. I let out a terrified scream. The whip struck continuously—on my chest, my abdomen, my legs, my back, my waist, my buttocks... With every lash, I roared in agony: "Ah!" At the same time, the Farm Owner picked up a whip and joined in. One whip after another, I twisted in pain, moving back and forth, but I couldn't get far; my body contorted, yet the leather whip kept landing on me relentlessly. Both Masters were very experienced, never striking the same spot repeatedly, but varying where the blows fell. I tried hard to tense my body and pull in my belly to endure this crackling torment. Just then, the tall, thin Master brought out a candle from the room, lit it, and said, "This is low-temp wax." He dripped the hot wax onto my body. I felt a sharp sting and screamed. Before I could finish, another drop fell. Standing beside me, this Punishment Master poured wax continuously over my chest, back, legs, and dick, ignoring my contortions and struggles. Soon, my chest and back were covered in dripping wax, a bright red patch. There I was, hung completely naked, without a stitch on, being toyed with by the two Masters. The tall, thin Punishment Master said, "Let me cool you down." He picked up a water hose and turned on the tap; ice-cold water sprayed over. It was drawn directly from the well. Standing calmly in front of the wooden board, he unhesitatingly blasted the stream of water at me—first hitting my face. Water splashed everywhere, choking me as I shook my head, unable to dodge. Wherever I tried to hide, the water stream followed.When I was choked beyond endurance, he sprayed my chest, my dick, my butt, my back, and my neck. I struggled while coughing up water. The wax on my body gradually flaked off... After spraying, both Masters picked up their whips again and started beating me. Smack! Smack! Smack! I could see red welts forming across my body. Pain beyond endurance made me scream out: "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" With every lash, I howled "Daddy," but even that wasn't enough, so I yelled: "Real Daddy! Real Daddy! Real Daddy!..." When Jia Baoyu was beaten, he called for "Sister Lin"; when I was beaten, I called for "Real Daddy." Yet no matter how many times I called them "Real Daddy," they didn't stop... This kind of whipping went on for three full rounds... After another round of water spraying, the Masters began shaving my hair. The Farm Owner took a razor and scraped off my armpit hair line by line, then shaved the long hairs around my nipples; I actually found it thrilling and pleasurable. Meanwhile, the Punishment Master brought out a lighter, intending to set my pubic hair on fire. Terrified, I begged for mercy: "No! Please no!" But he brought the flame over and lit my pubic hair anyway. After just a few seconds of burning, the flame reached my skin, and I screamed in pain. After burning it a few times, he began using a razor to shave my pubic hair. It seemed he applied something first, shaving away all the hair around my genitals and on my scrotum. I remembered confirming with the Farm Owner earlier that he could shave my head hair. At this moment, I was actually looking forward to them shaving my head completely! Even though I had never had a shaved head before. Master unhooked me, and I knelt onto the ground. They began shaving my head! Suddenly, the electric clippers got stuck and wouldn't move—perhaps out of battery! One Master took the clippers to charge. The other Master brought scissors to cut my longer hair first. Although I already had short hair, he spent a long time trimming it. I crawled on the ground like a dog, my head held down by them as they shaved me bit by bit. Once the clippers were charged and working again, the Punishment Master shaved my head bit by bit. After one pass, he rubbed some white cream onto my head and used a manual razor to scrape my scalp once more, leaving not a single strand behind—just a smooth, bald head. While the Punishment Master was cutting my hair, the Farm Owner had me straighten my torso. Habitually, he pushed his large dick into my mouth—his absolute favorite. As my head was being shaved, I used my mouth to massage Master's dick. Suddenly, I felt the taste in my mouth change and realized Master was peeing! I held his dick tightly in my mouth, letting his urine flow in bit by bit, swallowing it down gulp by gulp. After several gulps, a large surge of urine came all at once, filling my mouth. I felt a wave of bitterness and nausea, yet excitedly, I swallowed the entire mouthful! By the time the hair shaving was finished, I was exhausted. Fortunately, I had bought two tea eggs and a savory wrap before coming. I said, "Let me eat something to regain some strength." Master let me into the room. I took out the food when I suddenly heard one Master say, "Put it in a bowl for him to eat." Before they could act, I quickly ate the two tea eggs and took a few bites of the wrap. I handed the remaining half of the wrap to Master, who tore it into pieces and placed them in a bowl. I went out to the wooden board in the yard, lying flat like a dog to eat. My thighs were spread at a 120-degree angle, hands on the ground like I was doing push-ups. I dipped my mouth into the bowl to eat the wrap, only to find it wet and sticky—turns out someone had peed into the bowl! It was the tall, thin Punishment Master's urine! Because the taste was different from what I had just drunk—this urine was stronger and more bitter! I ate a few pieces of the wrap. Remembering how delicious and fresh it was earlier versus how tasteless and depressing it felt now, I felt a tinge of disappointment, but I kept eating it bite by bite. Toward the end, the bowl was almost entirely filled with leftover urine and a few scraps of food. The taste was too overwhelming, and I genuinely couldn't eat anymore, so I lied: "I'm really full right now, I'll eat more in a bit." Master didn't object. After a while, following a few more play sessions, I took advantage of Master not paying attention and dumped the remaining food over to the dogs outside. The dogs rushed over instantly and devoured everything clean. After eating, Master hung me up again—dripping wax, whipping, each round seemingly harsher than the last. At the end of the wax dripping, he would press the lit candle wick violently against my skin, sending me into extreme agony. The Punishment Master held my face and said, "The more you struggle and hurt, the more excited I get." After repeating each activity for several rounds, I was completely out of physical energy. At 4:00 PM, the Farm Owner had to go to work, leaving the Punishment Master to continue playing with me. As the Farm Owner left, he said, "Tether him up when you leave." "Tether him where?" "Just tether him in the yard," the Farm Owner pointed toward the dirt ground by the wall. I took a look: the ground was uneven, dug up by shovels in some spots, piled with dirt from rat holes in others, and pawed up by dogs in many places. Scattered across the ground were several iron stakes for locking chains; I didn't know where Master would chain me. After the Farm Owner left, the tall, thin Master wanted to "extract my seed." Although I had a strong sex drive and had masturbated daily for over a decade, "seed extraction" was something I truly hadn't dared imagine. Master hung me up and forcibly brought me to ejaculation. I was completely drained, yet he continued stroking me by force. I howled in pain, twisting my body to dodge, but the tall, thin Master held on tight, stroking me without stopping. I felt completely weak, as if hollowed out from the inside. I drank some water midway through, but still couldn't perform, so Master adapted to the situation and stopped. When Master left, he brought out a lock chain, picked the iron stake by the wall, and chained me there. He spread a reddish-brown leather mat on the ground, put knee pads on me, fastened a collar around my neck, and attached the other end to the stake. I lay on the ground like a dog. Outside the greenhouse were several real dogs; inside the greenhouse was me, the "dog." To keep me from being lonely, Master allowed me to hold my phone and play with it. The tall, thin Master left, leaving me alone in the yard. The sky grew darker and darker; the Farm Owner wouldn't return until 9:00 PM. Tonight, I would sleep right here in this yard! (To be continued)

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I Was Kept like a Pet for Seven Days (Chapters 1–2) By Wang Songhai (1) I was about to see him! I was about to see him! My Master was already driving over to pick me up! I paced back and forth near the suburban bus stop, my heart racing with waves of excitement. I had been longing for this moment day and night! Two days ago, I was looking for a Master online who wanted a slave. I added a few "Masters" but hadn't made up my mind yet when I suddenly saw someone in a QQ group post a picture that said, "Taking in livestock." I added him right away. To my surprise, his environment and setup were amazing, so I chose him without a second thought! He was a "large-scale farm owner" running greenhouse operations in the countryside of Zhengzhou, Henan. He kept several large dogs in the greenhouse and wanted to keep a slave there—pure livestock-style rearing, fed on dog food and animal feed. He said to me: "Bondage, whipping, hanging and beating, CBT (cock and ball torture), anus, drinking urine, caged captivity, fisting, urethral sounding, piercing, branding, bestiality. Pure livestock-style rearing, fed on dog food and animal feed. Only reach out if you can accept all of this." I replied: "I can accept most of it. But I won't be staying with actual dogs, right? I'm a bit afraid of dogs." He said: "They don't bite. Besides, once you're livestock, you're still afraid?" He added: "No financial help will be provided during captivity—no money exchanged. Total disconnection from the outside world; your phone will be confiscated. Sign the agreement based on your tolerance, and relinquish your phone and ID." He asked about my city and job, adding: "No sick livestock accepted; tests required." My heart pounded with excitement, eager to try. I longed for that environment and the activities he mentioned, but I was truly terrified of dogs and had never dared get near them. Finally, we reached an agreement: "Keep the dogs outside; I'll be chained inside the greenhouse." As for my Farm Owner, I had only seen a quick disappearing photo of him. He was 36, with a rather fierce look—that was my only impression. We were similar in age, and communication flowed smoothly. I immediately booked a train ticket for that very day—spontaneous as could be. I boarded the train in Nanjing at 1:00 PM and arrived in Zhengzhou at 11:00 PM. Master said, "Let me see the ticket." I sent him a screenshot of the booking showing my name. He added: "Prepare the following materials: one 1-inch color photo, original and copy of your ID, and a change of clothes." Just like that, I couldn't wait to rush to the train station. From adding each other as friends to booking the ticket, less than two hours had passed. My journey of captivity arrived like a whirlwind! I finally squeezed onto the train. It was packed wall-to-wall with people; since it was summer break, there were especially many adults and children traveling. I had booked a standing ticket on a slow train—an 11-hour ride that was agonizingly long. How I wished to reach my destination sooner, to meet my Farm Owner, to see that greenhouse and those chains! On the train, I received intermittent messages from the Farm Owner. He was perhaps just as curious and excited as I was. He asked me, "Can you accept all those activities I mentioned?" I replied, "I can only accept the first eight for now; we can develop the rest gradually later." He asked, "Can you be fed dog food and animal feed?" I answered, "Yes." He asked again, "Do you prefer ropes or manacles? During play, your mouth will be gagged with urine-soaked underwear." He added, "At night, you'll sleep in the yard, tethered with a rope." I agreed to everything. Then he asked, "How long do you plan to be kept?" I had originally planned for three to five days, seven at most, but he said, "At least ten days." Finding out I was on leave for the whole month of August, he even wanted to keep me for a month. He asked me, "Can I shave off your hair?" ...Every word made my blood surge, giving me erection after erection on the train. Later, he grinned wickedly and told me, "Another Master is coming tomorrow." Hearing this, my ears flushed, my heart beat wildly, and I could hardly contain my impatience. How long those 11 hours on the train felt! I thought back to when I was working—how hard I struggled, just wishing time would hurry up so I could get off work. Now on the train, I was enduring a different kind of agony: when would I finally get to enjoy it? After getting off the train, I couldn't go straight to Master's place. The night was late, and the distance was far. Following Master's instructions, I stayed near the train station for the night. The next morning, I took a bus for over an hour to get off at his designated bus stop, where he would drive to pick me up. The bus swayed and jolted, and my heart burned with anxiety. At this moment, I felt the world was so wonderful, so desirable. My crotch went hard time and time again. Finally, my Master arrived! He came driving his car! (2) A white van pulled up in front of me. I stood up from the roadside bench. A man stepped out of the vehicle wearing a pair of glasses. The first thing he said upon seeing me was, "What's your name?" "Wang Songhai," I answered. That was the name on my ID card. I saw what he looked like—much better-looking than in the photo, and far more "kind." His skin was dark, exuding the strong, mature aura of a built man. I quietly compared our heights and found he was a bit shorter than me, by about half a head. In that instant, I fell in love with him—utterly captivated. Without a word, he opened the back door of the van. I got in with tacit understanding. As soon as I was inside, he handcuffed my hands in front of me. Then he bound my feet with manacles, slapped my cheek, and smiled maliciously: "Feels good?" Honest and frightened, I said, "Yes." Next, he covered my head with a hood. My world instantly went pitch black. Through tiny gaps, I could vaguely see him return to the driver's seat and start the engine. Sitting on the vehicle floor, I swayed along with the movement of the van, heading toward that wonderful "paradise." After a long drive, we finally reached the farm! He removed my hood and leg manacles, but kept the cuffs on my hands. He pulled me out of the van. The surroundings were deathly quiet and completely deserted, with vegetable greenhouses lining both sides of the road. I could hear several large dogs barking fiercely. Master led me to the door, and two dogs instantly charged forward. A large black dog barked wildly beside Master while glaring at me menacingly. I was too terrified to step forward, so Master "angrily" drove the dogs away and brought me into the greenhouse. On the east side of the greenhouse was a fenced area where several dogs were kept. I couldn't help but steal a glance through the mesh; to my surprise, several big dogs lunged toward me, barking loudly. I bolted and fled into a small room at one end of the greenhouse. It was a long, narrow greenhouse filled with grapevines. It was August, and the vines were heavy with clusters of bright green grapes—cute and tempting. On the south side of the greenhouse were two small rooms: one square, only eight or nine square meters, and an adjacent long room, only one meter wide and about three meters long. The square room had a sofa, a refrigerator, a coffee table, and a wardrobe filled with all kinds of "tools." I observed curiously for a moment until Master said calmly, "Why aren't you taking off your clothes yet?" I stripped off all my clothes, pants, shoes, and socks. Master also pulled down his pants, leaned in... and I opened my mouth... When he wasn't driving, the Farm Owner didn't wear glasses. He was so dark-skinned, so sturdy, and spoke so little, radiating an immense sense of majesty. In front of him, I didn't dare say much and could only obey submissively. A moment later, Master asked for my ID card. Without thinking, I took it out and handed it over. This was the first time I had ever handed my ID card to someone else! Master then brought out two pieces of paper with printed text and told me to "sign the agreement." The first sheet was for personal information, including: Name, Age, Date of Birth, Height, Weight, Ethnicity, Marital Status, Education, Registered Residence, Phone Number, QQ, as well as Shoe Size, Shoulder Width, Chest Circumference, Waist Circumference, Hip Circumference, and Dick Size. I filled in the first few items truthfully; as for the rest, I didn't know them, and Master said, "It's fine to leave some blank." The second sheet contained the "Agreement": I, ( ), as of today for a period of ( ), voluntarily become a slave and livestock, completely belonging to Master as his property. I guarantee absolute obedience to Master's arrangements and surrender my phone and ID card. If I make Master angry or dissatisfied, I am willing to accept any punishment and bear all consequences myself. Note: During the agreement period, Master will not provide any financial assistance; feeding methods and food are entirely up to Master's arrangement. Date: Signature: I obediently signed the agreement and handed it to Master. Master placed both sheets together with my ID card into a manila folder and put it away. Just then, another Master arrived. He was about forty years old, tall and thin, with fair skin, glasses, and a buzz cut. He looked very handsome. When he looked down, his eyelashes were dark, thick, and delicate. I quietly admired this Northern man. Only later did I learn that he was the Punishment Master. The scene began! They led me into the yard, to a small open space between the grape trellis and the small room. On the ground was a 1x2 meter rectangular wooden board, and above it was a hanging frame. They strapped leather cuffs onto my feet. Then one Master turned the handle while the other held me, and I was slowly hoisted upside down! For the first time, my feet were pointed at the sky and my head toward the ground as my entire body was lifted upright, slowly leaving the floor. I felt utterly miserable, as if I were about to break. I screamed, but Master kept turning the handle. After dangling for a bit, I couldn't take it anymore, so Master lowered me and hung me right side up instead. When hung right side up, my hands were bound by leather straps and ropes. My heels lifted off the ground, with only my toes barely touching to offer a sliver of support. Before I could catch my breath, the tall, thin Master's leather whip lashed down on me. I let out a terrified scream. The whip struck continuously—on my chest, my abdomen, my legs, my back, my waist, my buttocks... With every lash, I roared in agony: "Ah!" At the same time, the Farm Owner picked up a whip and joined in. One whip after another, I twisted in pain, moving back and forth, but I couldn't get far; my body contorted, yet the leather whip kept landing on me relentlessly. Both Masters were very experienced, never striking the same spot repeatedly, but varying where the blows fell. I tried hard to tense my body and pull in my belly to endure this crackling torment. Just then, the tall, thin Master brought out a candle from the room, lit it, and said, "This is low-temp wax." He dripped the hot wax onto my body. I felt a sharp sting and screamed. Before I could finish, another drop fell. Standing beside me, this Punishment Master poured wax continuously over my chest, back, legs, and dick, ignoring my contortions and struggles. Soon, my chest and back were covered in dripping wax, a bright red patch. There I was, hung completely naked, without a stitch on, being toyed with by the two Masters. The tall, thin Punishment Master said, "Let me cool you down." He picked up a water hose and turned on the tap; ice-cold water sprayed over. It was drawn directly from the well. Standing calmly in front of the wooden board, he unhesitatingly blasted the stream of water at me—first hitting my face. Water splashed everywhere, choking me as I shook my head, unable to dodge. Wherever I tried to hide, the water stream followed.When I was choked beyond endurance, he sprayed my chest, my dick, my butt, my back, and my neck. I struggled while coughing up water. The wax on my body gradually flaked off... After spraying, both Masters picked up their whips again and started beating me. Smack! Smack! Smack! I could see red welts forming across my body. Pain beyond endurance made me scream out: "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" With every lash, I howled "Daddy," but even that wasn't enough, so I yelled: "Real Daddy! Real Daddy! Real Daddy!..." When Jia Baoyu was beaten, he called for "Sister Lin"; when I was beaten, I called for "Real Daddy." Yet no matter how many times I called them "Real Daddy," they didn't stop... This kind of whipping went on for three full rounds... After another round of water spraying, the Masters began shaving my hair. The Farm Owner took a razor and scraped off my armpit hair line by line, then shaved the long hairs around my nipples; I actually found it thrilling and pleasurable. Meanwhile, the Punishment Master brought out a lighter, intending to set my pubic hair on fire. Terrified, I begged for mercy: "No! Please no!" But he brought the flame over and lit my pubic hair anyway. After just a few seconds of burning, the flame reached my skin, and I screamed in pain. After burning it a few times, he began using a razor to shave my pubic hair. It seemed he applied something first, shaving away all the hair around my genitals and on my scrotum. I remembered confirming with the Farm Owner earlier that he could shave my head hair. At this moment, I was actually looking forward to them shaving my head completely! Even though I had never had a shaved head before. Master unhooked me, and I knelt onto the ground. They began shaving my head! Suddenly, the electric clippers got stuck and wouldn't move—perhaps out of battery! One Master took the clippers to charge. The other Master brought scissors to cut my longer hair first. Although I already had short hair, he spent a long time trimming it. I crawled on the ground like a dog, my head held down by them as they shaved me bit by bit. Once the clippers were charged and working again, the Punishment Master shaved my head bit by bit. After one pass, he rubbed some white cream onto my head and used a manual razor to scrape my scalp once more, leaving not a single strand behind—just a smooth, bald head. While the Punishment Master was cutting my hair, the Farm Owner had me straighten my torso. Habitually, he pushed his large dick into my mouth—his absolute favorite. As my head was being shaved, I used my mouth to massage Master's dick. Suddenly, I felt the taste in my mouth change and realized Master was peeing! I held his dick tightly in my mouth, letting his urine flow in bit by bit, swallowing it down gulp by gulp. After several gulps, a large surge of urine came all at once, filling my mouth. I felt a wave of bitterness and nausea, yet excitedly, I swallowed the entire mouthful! By the time the hair shaving was finished, I was exhausted. Fortunately, I had bought two tea eggs and a savory wrap before coming. I said, "Let me eat something to regain some strength." Master let me into the room. I took out the food when I suddenly heard one Master say, "Put it in a bowl for him to eat." Before they could act, I quickly ate the two tea eggs and took a few bites of the wrap. I handed the remaining half of the wrap to Master, who tore it into pieces and placed them in a bowl. I went out to the wooden board in the yard, lying flat like a dog to eat. My thighs were spread at a 120-degree angle, hands on the ground like I was doing push-ups. I dipped my mouth into the bowl to eat the wrap, only to find it wet and sticky—turns out someone had peed into the bowl! It was the tall, thin Punishment Master's urine! Because the taste was different from what I had just drunk—this urine was stronger and more bitter! I ate a few pieces of the wrap. Remembering how delicious and fresh it was earlier versus how tasteless and depressing it felt now, I felt a tinge of disappointment, but I kept eating it bite by bite. Toward the end, the bowl was almost entirely filled with leftover urine and a few scraps of food. The taste was too overwhelming, and I genuinely couldn't eat anymore, so I lied: "I'm really full right now, I'll eat more in a bit." Master didn't object. After a while, following a few more play sessions, I took advantage of Master not paying attention and dumped the remaining food over to the dogs outside. The dogs rushed over instantly and devoured everything clean. After eating, Master hung me up again—dripping wax, whipping, each round seemingly harsher than the last. At the end of the wax dripping, he would press the lit candle wick violently against my skin, sending me into extreme agony. The Punishment Master held my face and said, "The more you struggle and hurt, the more excited I get." After repeating each activity for several rounds, I was completely out of physical energy. At 4:00 PM, the Farm Owner had to go to work, leaving the Punishment Master to continue playing with me. As the Farm Owner left, he said, "Tether him up when you leave." "Tether him where?" "Just tether him in the yard," the Farm Owner pointed toward the dirt ground by the wall. I took a look: the ground was uneven, dug up by shovels in some spots, piled with dirt from rat holes in others, and pawed up by dogs in many places. Scattered across the ground were several iron stakes for locking chains; I didn't know where Master would chain me. After the Farm Owner left, the tall, thin Master wanted to "extract my seed." Although I had a strong sex drive and had masturbated daily for over a decade, "seed extraction" was something I truly hadn't dared imagine. Master hung me up and forcibly brought me to ejaculation. I was completely drained, yet he continued stroking me by force. I howled in pain, twisting my body to dodge, but the tall, thin Master held on tight, stroking me without stopping. I felt completely weak, as if hollowed out from the inside. I drank some water midway through, but still couldn't perform, so Master adapted to the situation and stopped. When Master left, he brought out a lock chain, picked the iron stake by the wall, and chained me there. He spread a reddish-brown leather mat on the ground, put knee pads on me, fastened a collar around my neck, and attached the other end to the stake. I lay on the ground like a dog. Outside the greenhouse were several real dogs; inside the greenhouse was me, the "dog." To keep me from being lonely, Master allowed me to hold my phone and play with it. The tall, thin Master left, leaving me alone in the yard. The sky grew darker and darker; the Farm Owner wouldn't return until 9:00 PM. Tonight, I would sleep right here in this yard! (To be continued)

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与狗同居，他很享受这种感觉。The dog and his roommates #人形犬 #鞭打 #天体 #裸野 #圈养 #亲爹 #suspension flogging #naturism #pupslave #keep in captivity #house‑pup #daddy

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