*Although it is not graphic, there are depictions of the main character being treated as a slave, violence, and rape.
When I realized it, it was no longer the world I knew.
After completing his shift work at the hospital where he worked, he was supposed to be heading home as soon as possible, hoping to get some rest from his tired body.
Immediately after I couldn't help but close my eyes to the glare of the shining sun, I felt a shock that knocked my whole body away.
When visibility eventually returned, what was spreading out in front of me was not the familiar commuter route, but an unknown forest full of trees.
That wasn't the only change, my body was also changing.
First of all, my body was light.
Perhaps because I often maintain a certain position during surgery, I could have called back pain a chronic disease, but it doesn't hurt at all.
He wasn't that tall to begin with, but his eyes were strangely low, his hands were small, and his legs were small.
The shoes he was wearing were baggy, and the shirt, jacket, and chinopan he was wearing were all large, and the chinopan had fallen to his feet.
I didn't understand why and was stunned for a while, but I managed to regain my senses and walked through the forest until I found myself in a lake-like place.
He has a thirsty throat and runs to the water's edge to drink water, wondering if it's a little cloudy.
The water in the lake was clearer than I expected, and I still can't forget the impact I felt when I reached out to the surface of the water to scoop it up, thinking it would be okay to drink it.
It wasn't my face that was vaguely reflected on the water.
No, it wasn't exactly my current face.
Even at the age of 40, he still had a baby face, and the nurse jokingly told him that he was jealous of the fact that he looked like a trainee doctor, and his fellow doctors and superiors laughed at him, saying that he had no sense of dignity at all.
However, the face I see in front of me now is that of a teenager, and it doesn't matter if he's a boy.
No matter how baby-faced you are, you probably weren't this young.
I didn't already remember the features I had when I was a boy, but I felt like I had some traces of them.
An incomprehensible phenomenon that is happening to you in an incomprehensible place.
For the first time, I feel like I realized that when humans exceed their limits, they really can't think of anything.
I don't remember much from that.
While wandering aimlessly through the forest, he met men with poor handles and had knives pointed at him.
Surprised by the suddenness of the incident, he tried to run away, but was shocked from behind and passed out.
The next thing I knew, I had been shackled and put on something like a carriage.
When they arrived at a place like a town, they were removed from their carriages and placed in a cage-like place.
There were people there who were shackled like me, but no matter how you look at it, they weren't Japanese.
For some reason, these people had beast ears on their heads and scales on their skin.
That's all I can remember.
After a while, what I finally understood was that in another world, not just Japan, but Earth, I was captured by bandits and sold as a slave 『.
Fortunately, he was able to understand and speak, so he desperately tried to tell a man who appeared to be a slave trader about his situation, but he snorted and beat him.
For me, who has lived in a peaceful country called Japan and has lived a life free from violence, being suddenly beaten was a very shocking event.
After several days, I was taken out of the cage and had a collar made of something like iron attached to my neck.
When the man wearing the collar said something, the collar got hot for a moment, but it quickly subsided.
He was then loaded into something like a carriage and taken to a luxurious mansion.
There, he was washed with water, wrapped in something like a large cloth, and taken to a luxurious room by men.
The man with cat-like ears, who seems to be the oldest of the three men, grabs my arm and starts talking to the other men.
What I learned from that story is that I am a pure hominin race, which is rare in this world, and that black hair and eyes are precious.
And apparently the men were looking at me with sexual eyes.
To be honest, I've known that I'm gay ever since I could remember.
However, seeing men like that when you meet them for the first time is nothing but fear.
Even in Japan, I was so secretive that when I saw a man I liked, I would chase him with my eyes, but I had no experience at all, and as I was busy with work and busy every day, I realized that I was still a virgin and a virgin at the age of 40. It had become.
Fearing for his safety, he tried to escape from the scene, but was quickly apprehended by men and dragged into a luxurious bunk in the center of the room.
As a result, three men took turns committing the crime.
For the first time, she shed tears at the severe pain of a foreign object being screwed into her excretory hole, and was made to hold the men's erections in her mouth until she lost consciousness.
Of course I resisted, but if I resisted too hard, the men would beat me and kick me, and before I came here, something like an electric shock would run from the collar I was wearing, causing severe pain.
Gradually, he lost the will to resist.
After the rape, his body was terrible.
Although he couldn't see his anus directly, it must have been torn.He was bleeding profusely, and his body was covered in bruises, making it difficult for him to move on his own.
After that, he was given simple treatment by a man who appeared to be a servant of the house, and was confined in a sunless prison-like area inside the mansion.
I think I spent several days crying over the frustration of experiencing this for the first time as a man and the shock of being raped.
I was only fed hard bread and a slightly toppled soup twice a day, but I didn't have much of an appetite, so I didn't have any problems.
From then on, every few days, he was taken in front of the owner of the mansion and several different men each time and raped in the same way.
The owner of the mansion and the men who came did not have the same hominins as me, and they were all so-called beastmen, such as those with dog-like ears, those with cat-like tails, and those with scaly skin.
From what I heard from my husband and men, it seems that having sex with a hominin like me feels very good.
Compared to beastmen, hominins have a larger amount of magical power within their bodies (I also learned for the first time that the concept of magic exists in this world), and their magical power is special and brings tremendous pleasure to the beastmen who connect their bodies. It seems to bring.
What was shocking was the fact that there seemed to be no women in this world.
It was just a matter of speculation because I was not given any necessary information and my life was just being raped every day, but I was talking about the men who were raping me and saying that I had to get married in order to make an heir. Because that person was all a man...
I wondered how men could have children alone, but there was no way to know the answer.
I think I continued to live a similar life for a while after that, sleeping, getting up, eating, being raped, sleeping, getting up, eating, and being raped for several months.
Getting used to it was terrifying, and being raped by men was only painful, but I was able to endure it naturally.
However, one day suddenly I was taken from the mansion and taken to another mansion.
Apparently my previous owner was tired of my body, so the owner of this mansion bought it.
Life there was not much different from the previous mansion, but the only big difference was that the owner seemed to like being pampered by young children during sex and was forced to do so.
However, since I was 40 years old, there was no way I could be pampered, and I didn't like the first person or the way I spoke, so I was severely punished many times until I was able to do that.
I was asked to change my first person to me, to speak as childishly as possible, and to be obedient to my master.
It took a while, but I managed to adapt to it.
From around this time, I began to feel that I, who was 40 years old when I was in Japan, and the experiences I had accumulated up until then, were fading away, and I was even beginning to feel the illusion that I was a real boy.
In the end, life as a sex slave there did not last that long, and the same thing happened over and over again: bored, sold, then bought again, and when bored again, sold, then bought.
Fortunately, all the owners who buy things like me seem to have tastes that young boys like, and the experience I gained at the second mansion was very useful, but I felt like I was no longer me.
Is it about two years of repeating such a life? After that, you will suddenly be plunged into more hell.
It was sold to a so-called brothel.
I'm never going to say that my life up until then was fun or happy, but living in a brothel was just hell.
They are never allowed to rest and are forced to take customers almost every day.
Customers who only have sex normally are better off getting excited by hurting their bodies, or using obscene tools to blame them until they lose consciousness In the end, some of the beastmen turned into beastly forms (it was also a time when I learned that some beastmen seemed to turn into beastly forms) and some of them raped me.
It was painful, painful, and painful, and I don't know how many times I wanted to die.
Perhaps because humans are rare, I always had a variety of customers and was raped in every possible way.
Even though I wanted to die, I couldn't make it happen myself.
This is because previously worn iron-like collars were magical tools and were subject to various curses to severely restrict the behavior of slaves.
Among the restrictions placed on me, in addition to the original curse prohibiting disobedience, a new curse was placed on me after I was sold to a brothel, a curse prohibiting speech, a curse prohibiting suicide, and a curse to suppress magic.
There is also a curse as a sex slave, where magical power is passed directly through the body rather than through the collar, leaving a tattoo-like mark, but as long as you are a sex slave, you don't need to be aware of this.
Suicide is prohibited to prevent the product from dying on its own, speech is prohibited to prevent the customer from receiving a secret if they find out something in bed, and to prevent the customer from saying a word of refusal The purpose of sealing away magical power is just to be sure of the high level of magical power of the hominins.
As a result, he could not choose suicide, and the only way to spend his hellish days was to just kill his heart and spend his time indifferently.
In fact, I tried to take action several times with the intention of dying, but just before that, my body stopped listening.
If you displease the brothel's employees or customers even a little, or if you make a mistake, you will be punished mercilessly depending on the mood of the other person, even if you do nothing.
It was like torture, with people being whipped, punched like punching bags, and tied up like an example and not allowed to sleep for days without eating.
After living like that for about a year or two, I finally broke down.
My malnourishment and daily overworked body seemed to have taken away all my physical strength, and I continued to develop a fever and was unable to move my body on my own.
The treatment of slaves who have become like this has been decided.
It is also sold to a slave trader or disposed of.
Of course, slave traders don't usually take in slaves with no commercial value, but for some reason I was taken in.
The reason I was taken in seems to have been largely because it was a rare and valuable race called the hominins, and it was used to dispose of the sexual desires of employees working for slave traders.
At the same time, it was also sold at slave markets, so if it sold, it would sell, and if it was used to dispose of sexual desire and died, that would be fine.
Employees working for slave traders only saw slaves as objects, and their treatment was truly terrible.
I was once forced to deal with nearly 10 people in one night, and among them, the man with a larger physique had endless sadistic tastes.
At one point, he was whipped all over his back and body, his skin was covered in welts, lacerations, and blood.
One time, he was raped with a thick male object inserted behind him, and his face was beaten until it became bumpy without retaining its original shape.
One time, my left leg and right hand were broken by a sag.
These acts were performed quite often without waiting for the wound to heal.
In the meantime, I had to deal with another employee, and I was at my limit.
He even wanted me to kill him because anyone could do it.
And now I'm in a caged state and in a slave market.
His face is swollen and his eyes are barely visible.
No matter who sees it, my physical condition must be terrible.
A few days ago, he was raped by a large man in a beast form, so his butt was torn open and he was unable to move his body.
I don't think there are any people who like to buy me like this, but I thought that even if I was bought, it would end up being the same hell that awaits me, and everything really didn't matter anymore.
My only desire now is to die if this kind of suffering continues.
Slavers shout out to customers, explaining slave descriptions and selling points to customers.
But he never mentions me.
It was painful to look up now, and when I looked down, a shadow covered me.
Looks like someone came in front of the cage.
When he looks up and looks up at it with almost invisible eyes, he seems to be a very large person.
When I stared at what appeared to be my face, it looked like the person was staring back at me, which was really awkward.
The slave trader is talking about something with that person.
And the next moment, the man said to the slave trader.
"Let's buy this child. How much?"