I was nothing more than a slab of meat laid out on a butcher’s block—helpless, humiliated and left for them to do whatever they pleased. Without hesitation, they lunged at me and began yanking down my pants.
All the while, the steward stood casually by the door, leisurely blowing smoke rings, keeping watch like this was nothing more than a routine operation.
They hoisted me upside down like a sack of trash, arms and legs flailing, face flushed with humiliation. Tommy scanned the dining table, grinning like a maniac as he picked up a spoonful of red chili oil.
“Let me help you out, bro. Time for your castration!”
“AAAH!”
The spicy oil burned like liquid fire as it dripped down my thighs and into places it should never have touched. The searing pain spread through my whole body like electricity. I couldn’t stop trembling.
“Damn, look at him shake. He’s totally into it.”
“Yeah, don’t make him addicted now! What if he comes back tomorrow begging for more chili oil?”
“Well then, guess we’ll just have to satisfy him again, won’t we?”
The steward chuckled at the spectacle, then casually walked over—still smoking—and pressed the burning cigarette straight into my groin.
My nerves were already numb, my body limp. But that pain... that pain yanked a scream out of me as I spasmed violently, then went completely still.
A few seconds later, my head slammed into the ground with a dull thud. Tommy cackled and whipped out my phone, snapping photos from every angle, making sure to capture my face twisted in agony. Then he posted them. Every family group chat. Every friend group. Every social media platform I was connected to.
Then he added the caption.
[I’m a horny little mutt, begging my master to come spoil me. The older the better.]
His gang swarmed in, laughing hysterically as they passed the phone around.
“Send it to me too, bro! This is comedy gold!”
Tears streamed down my face, hot with shame and pain. I had no strength left to resist. No pride left to protect. Blood mixed with my tears—my last shred of dignity draining away.
Grandpa… Grandma… Mom… Dad… I’m sorry. I’ve disgraced the entire Wilson Family.
“Since you're so eager to sell that ass,” Tommy sneered, “this publicity should really help your business. You’ll be rich in no time. Don’t thank me.”