Chapter One

Meng Yao groaned against the cloth in his mouth. It was more painful now. But he refused to lose the game. Not if it meant that he would receive 3 Sichen* of cultivation practice. 

A low buzz came from below. "Ah." He leaked out a bit. And then desperately tried to control his bladder. Desperately ignoring the pain in his lower body. He refused to allow the vibrations to get to him. It was an odd mixture of pain, pleasure, and soreness.

It didn't help that he couldn't do anything to relieve the vibrations. The chastity belt that was locked in his lower body was closed in two areas: his vagina and anus. It was also where two mysterious vibrating phalluses* were. The belt had a cage that prevented his member from getting hard. But he was still able to urinate.

Which was the game.

Master or Second Master would return only once during the day for lunch and were the only one with the key. In the very early morning, he had drunk multiple cups of tea. If he could prevent himself from urinating until Master got back, he would be rewarded. If he couldn't, he would be punished.

The vibrations suddenly stopped. He sighed in relief and despair.

Meng Yao lay on the only bed. He was completely naked, and his limbs were immobilized. His arms were tied behind his back, and a rope connecting his neck to two bed posts prevented him from moving his head. His legs were frog-tied and spread apart, ropes tied to the bedposts by his knees. He was resting on two pillows: one under his lower abdomen, just above his genitals, and the other on his head. A blindfold prevented him from seeing if there was any around him. He was facing outward on the bed. Anyone could walk in and see him if they turned their head. His only saving factor was the screen that partially covered him.

His thoughts swirled to the first time he had met Second Master.

His mother had mysteriously died on his twelfth birthday. It was an odd death. There were no marks on her body nor any signs of poison. And yet she had died, a seemingly natural sudden death.

He and Sisi had been the only ones to grieve. But not even a week had passed after her funeral that the Matron of the Brothel attempted to put him on the market. Sisi vehemently attempted to put her off, reminding her of the age restriction. The Matron argued the age restriction was for females as they could get pregnant. Boys could not.

The arguing continued for three days. One day, the Matron called him and asked how he would repay his and his mother's debts.

His mother never mentioned who his father was. He remembered how she was hopeful of his father coming to rescue them until he was five years old. Then for a year, she had difficulty looking at his eyes, and when she did, she would only cry.

His mother continued to care for him, teaching him to read and write, calligraphy, painting, mathematics, poetry, and play the guqin and xiangqi*. But she never mentioned his father again after that.

Defeated, Meng Yao agreed to the Matron's request.

He kept his head low. Even when the Matron gripped his chin, he refused to meet anyone's eyes during the ordeal or pay little heed to the bids about him.

A cultivator in blue and white colors and a head ribbon named a price notably higher than the last. The Matron wasted no time, smiling greedily and agreeing. But he didn't spare any glances at the cultivator.

"Xiao Yao'er," the Matron warned, blowing a puff of smoke. Two servant girls dressed him in a silk white robe that covered his arms but left his thighs and legs for show. He had been cleaned beforehand by Elder Nan. "Be mindful and attentive. Remember to be compliant."

He allowed himself to be guided to the pre-prepared room. Along the way, he crossed paths with Elder Nan.

"Allow a word between us," she commanded. The girls glanced at each other before stepping back and bowed their heads.

Meng Yao felt like crying. "Elder Nan," he whispered shakily.

Elder Nan's gaze softened a bit before closing the gap between them. "Here, child, take it quickly," she rushed. 

Meng Yao knew what it was. Immediately, he swallowed the pill. And then began to tear up once more.

"Don't cry," she chided. "Chin up, this isn't so terrible of a profession."

Meng Yao was raised as a man and he wanted to cry it out. Even though he knew how contradictory it was.

In fact, he was a monster. Only his mother, the Matron, and Elder Nan, the main healer, knew. Born with both genitals, but without a proper diagnosis, his true gender was unknown. The deciding factor was if he could get pregnant or get others pregnant.

When he finally reached the room, two men slightly older than him were waiting. His face paled at the sight of various items laid out. 

He was made to sit on the bed on his knees. His wrists were chained together, and a blindfold was put on. He was left alone for a while before the sound of a door opening and closing came. Light and steady steps were taken to the bed. When he was sure the customer was near, he bowed his head. Knees on the bed, hands in front of his head and straight, and his head touching the bed. "Daozha-" 

Two hands quickly wrapped around his throat. A heavy body sat on his legs. He attempted to fight, but it was no use. The man was a trained cultivator. While he was but a babe in comparison. 

He gasped for air and begged for mercy until dark spots danced across his vision. He let out a cry, tears staining the powder on his face. 

Just as suddenly as he was getting choked then it had stopped. His hair was strung all over as he breathed with great difficulty. 

Then he was being moved. His wrist was held over his head and restrained by the headboard. His legs were spread apart and chained at the ankles with heavy metal. A pillow was placed beneath his lower back, before something long and heavy was placed on top of his stomach. He was fully restricted now. 

He sniffled and teared up. Oh, this Daozhang* was a sadist he mourned. 

Something cool and stick-like traced his thighs. He shivered and stifled a moan. A blush formed under his cheeks. "Daozhang," he called softly, his voice slightly dry and raspy.

It earned him a smack on his thigh. "Ah!" he cried out. It didn't stop there. The Daoist whacked him multiple times. Sometimes on his thighs, twice on his left nipple. But with the pillow lifting him up and giving him easy access, he was hit the most times on his buttocks. After twenty strikes, the welts where he was hit burned with heat. 

Meng Yao groaned. Silently… foolishly hoping this was all the Daoist wanted. It wasn't.

He stilled when felt something prodding him. The same stick, perhaps. Tracing and separating his lower lips. He blushed madly and refused to move.

What does he think? he wondered. Am I a monster in his eyes? Or did he not notice my half-hard cock just above it.

He didn't get much time to think as the stick was suddenly thrust into him. It was a thin, smooth stick. Made, perhaps, out of a cool jade. It went in easily. Given that his constitution was very odd. He was already slick and wet from the beating. Perhaps because of having both genitals, it was very easy to stimulate him. He could cum from the littlest stimulation. 

Like now.

He came as soon as the stick was thrust in. He choked back a sob as the Daoist paused for a moment to touch his cum. Then, without warning, he thrust the stick further into him.

"Ah," Meng Yao moaned.

He unconsciously attempted to move a bit but failed due to the restraints. Without missing a beat, there was a second stick. He sucked a breath in. Then a third. He moaned. A fourth. He came. A fifth. He was full. The fullness stimulated him. And the coldness of the jade unstimulated him. It was an odd feeling.

He wanted them out .

"Daozhang," he called out. He was smacked on the buttocks. "Ah!"

"Dao-" Another smack. "Ugh."

"L-lord." Smack.

He shut his mouth. Smack. Harder this time. He wailed.

"Ma-master," he tried shakily. 

There wasn't a smack this time. Instead, the Doaist kissed him. 

He greedily explored and licked the inside of his mouth. Hot tongue twisting against his as the Doaist's heavy body laid on him. Meng Yao could feel his erection through the sheer cloth. They lay there for some time. Savoring each other as time flew by. Finally, the Daozhang parted the kiss. Meng Yao's lips were swollen now.

The blindfold was removed. He blushed at the ethereal appearance of the Daozhang. He was beautiful, with fair skin and black hair. His eyes were light amber with long eyelashes. Yet, there was a mix of coldness and lust in his eyes. The Daoist only wears white robes similar to his, except that it covers his whole body.

Meng Yao quivered under him.

The Daozhang moves off and beneath him. He blushes as those beautiful amber eyes look down on his most private areas. He reaches and picks out two tools. One that looks like a phallus and another that looks like beads melted together to form a stick. 

He attempts to remove the jade sticks from their captivity. He tugs once, but they don't come out. Meng Yao moans. He was squeezing them too tightly. He knows, but he simply couldn't relax. The Daozhang tries twice more, with failed attempts. An odd feeling creeps into Meng Yao's chest.

The man leans down and begins expertly licking at his folds. Meng Yao moans and cums instantly. The Daozhang used the opportunity to pull out the sticks in his body.

"Ah!"

Soon, all the sticks were out of him. Meng Yao heaved, breathless. He began to cry. Oh… He wanted something to fill him up. It was humiliating.

The Daozhang brought the two previous tools. He took Meng Yao's half-hard member in his hand and started stroking it. He continued to beat it until Meng Yao was entirely hard. He stopped and studied him for a moment.

Meng Yao has never left so aroused and breathless before. His member was aching to release, his hole was twitching with want to be filled, and his nipples were sore with how hard they were.

The Daozhang brought the beaded stick and then began to carefully push the item into his member. Meng Yao cried out. It wasn't painful but… No matter how careful the Daozhang was, it was incredibly discomforting. He watched in increasing arousal and fear as the stick was placed all the way into him. Once it was, the Daozhang wrapped a paper talisman around his member. A part of it was put on top of the bead. As… as if to prevent it from being removed.

He cried out. It wasn't the item that was painful but the fact that he was still erect….

His eyes widened in shock, and gasped audibly. The Daozhang looked at him coldly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He clenched his teeth in fear. That was what it was for. To keep him erect. To prevent satisfaction.

The Daozhang reached down and pulled out what looked like a miniature version of a hairpin. They were gold in color with a blue bead and the end of each of them. He bends toward him. At first, Meng Yao thought he was going to clip his hair away from his face. But the Doazhang stopped a little farther away than he thought.

To his utter horror, the first pin was placed on his left nipple. Squeezing it and keeping the pink thing swollen and aching . He screamed.

"A..ah!" he cried out. "D-don't… T-take it off… Please … h-hurts… hic!"

His pleas were neglected. Instead, the other pin was put on. Making Meng Yao scream in agony. Tears welled up and cascaded down his cheeks. The Daozhang watched silently as Meng Yao cried and pleaded for the pins to be taken off.

The Daozhang took note when the helpless boy was calm enough. He moved back to his previous position and picked up the so-far unused phallus. Meng Yao clenched his teeth in despair.

The sound of the door sliding brought Meng Yao out of his thoughts. He had no idea what time it was, so he could only wait anxiously. Footsteps walked across the room and stopped. Meng Yao swallowed. His lower area hurt so much, and he desperately wanted the game to be over.

As if on cue, the phallus began to vibrate in both his caverns. He moaned uncontrollably and cried. It was too much. Any more, and he was going to lose control.

Click. Click.

He suddenly felt a pressure disperse in his lower region. The belt on him was taken off and put aside. The phallus in his upper mouth, still vibrating, was pulled out. He breathed a sigh of relief and unconsciously relaxed a little. Only for the phallus to delve right back inside him.

Story Notes

*Sichen = 2 hours; aka Double Hour or Chinese Hour. Meng Yao gets to study for 3 Sichen or 6 hours.

*Phallus = "...a penis (especially when erect), an object that resembles a penis, or a mimetic image of an erect penis" (Wikipedia).

*Six Arts = "The ancient Confucian scholars were trained in the Six Arts following the guidance of Confucius: Etiquette, Music, Archery, Chariot Riding, Calligraphy and Literature, and Math" (The Six Arts of Confucian Scholars, Ariel Tian). Meng Shi taught Meng Yao everything on the basis of the Six Arts. Of course, she didn't have the money or resources to teach him Chariot Riding or Archery. Well… he might've learned how to ride a horse…

*Daozhang = a courtesy title for a senior Daoist priest; the Lan cultivator is dressed similarly to monk so Meng Yao had mistaken him for one. Oh… did Meng Yao peek during the auction? *〰*