When I woke up, it wasn't the world that I knew. After my job in the hospital was done, I wanted to rest my tired body as soon as possible, so I went home early that day. After I closed my eyes, a light that was dazzling like the sun flashed in front of me, and my whole body felt like tossed around somewhere. When my vision returned, what appeared in front of me was not a familiar commuting road; it was an unknown forest where the trees grew. The accident was not only a stop at that, but there was also a change in my body. First, my body felt so light. Even though my back pain had already become a chronic disease because of surgery and bad sleeping or sitting posture, the pain is gone as if it never existed before. From the start, my height was already not so high, but now the line of sight was strangely low, the hand was small, and the legs were small. The shoes I was wearing were fuzzy, all the shirts and jackets I wearing were big, and the chino pants were sliding down to my feet. I was stunned for a while because I could not understand the situation I was in, but I managed to regain sanity and started walking until I arrived at a lake in the forest. My throat feels a little dry, so I rush to the waterside while searching for something that I can use as a container to drink the water. The water in the lake is clearer than I thought, and even if I drink it should be okay, but even now I still can't forget the shock when I see my reflection on the water while I scoop the water in my hand. It was not my face that reflected on the surface of the water. No, to say it correctly, it was not the face of the present me. Even at the age of 40, a nurse from my workplace said that my face was a baby face and I look like a trainee rather than a long time employees, they said my face make them feel envious, but my colleague’s doctor and boss laughed at me saying that no dignity can felt from me at all. However, the face that appeared on the surface was a face of 10 years 10-year-old boy with no problems in his life. No matter how baby-faced my face, it should have been this young. This is a phenomenon that is happening to me, where I have arrived in an unknown place. This is the first time I understand that when human beings exceed their limit, they can’t think about anything. I don’t remember anything that happened from there. Later on, when I was wandering around in the forest, I met a bad gguythwhoointed a knife at me. When I was surprised and tried to escape, I was attacked from behind and fainted. When I woke up later, I found myself in the carriage while wearing shackles on my hands and feet. When I arrived in a place like a town, I was dropped from a carriage and put in a cage. There was another person who was wearing a shackle in the same way as myself, but of course, it wasn’t a Japanese. Person I don't know why, but ananimal'ss ears are attached tits headds and their skin has scales. Speaking of what I can remember, it's just about this much. After that, I finally understood that this place wasn’t Japan or the Earth that I knew; this place is another world, and I was caught by a bandit and sold as a “slave”. Fortunately, I was able to understand the language here and I can even talk using it, so I am desperately trying to tell a man who seemed to be a slave trader about my circumstances, but I was laughed at and I was beaten. It was a very shocking experience for me, who was living in a peaceful country like Japan before I came to this world and had been living a life unrelated to violence, to get beaten up this much. Several days passed, and one day, I was put out of the cage wearing a collar made of iron around my neck. When the man who put the collar on my neck said something, the collar warmed up for a moment, but it quickly subsided. Then I got on a horse carriage and was brought to a gorgeous mansion. In that mansion, I was told to wash my body with water and wrap my body with a big cloth, and then they brought me to the luxurious room while standing in front of many men that was already sitting in that room before. A man who seems to be the oldest among the three men who has a hat grabs my arm and starts talking to the other men. What I understand from their conversation is that human tribes are a rare being in this world, especially the black ones, and their black eyes are priceless. All the men seemed to look at me with sexual eyes. To be honest, I have been aware of the fact that I am homosexual since the moment I arrived. However, this is the first time I've seen eyes like that, so I feel nothing but fear. When I still in japan even the late bloomers like me is sometimes able to find a man that fit my type in the street, but I only looked and I had no experience at all, I was always busy with my work and when I didn’t notice it I was already become 40 years old virgin. Because I felt danger from the man, I tried to escape from the place, but they immediately caught me and dragged me into a luxurious bed in the center of the room. And in the end, I was raped by the 3 of them. A tear falling from my eyes when I feel a pain because a foreign thing entered my butt hole for the first time, I got a dick in my mouth and I was raped until my consciousness flew. Of course, I have tried to resist them, but when I tried to resist them too hard, I received a kicking and punching from the men, an electric shock from the collar that I wear before coming here, and it gave me severe pain. And gradually, I was losing my mind to resist. The morning after they raped me my body felt so terrible. I couldn’t see the anus directly, but I think it was ripped, The bleeding was intense, and the place where they hit me become a bruise, it was difficult for me to even move my body. After that, I was treated by a man who seems to be a servant of the house, and I was confined to a room like a zashikirou where the sun cannot get in. When I think that I graduated from being virgin by raped by that mans I was shaking and crying for several days. The only meal that they gave me was a hard bread and a slightly soupy soup for a day; however, because I didn’t have much appetite, I didn’t mind it. After that, every few days different men was taken to the room of the owner of the mansion and they were raped the same way as I get. The owner, servants, and the slave are not human like me, they are beast men, such as dog-eared men, cat men, or some who have scales on their skin. From their conversation, I hear that sex with humans like me is very pleasant. Compared to the Beastmankind, humans have a lot of magical powers in their bodies. (I also knew the concept of magic was in this world for the first time at this time.) It seems that the magical powers bring tremendous pleasure to the beastman when they link their body with the human body. And the next shocking fact is that there are no women exist in this world. I tried to gather more necessary information about how to live in this world, but I didn't get much about it. A little information that I get is that some of them have to get married to make an heir, but because the other party was all men.. I was wondering how to make a child only by men, but I had no way to know the answer, I thought. After that, for a while, my daily routine in that mansion began, I woke up, eating, get raped, sleeping and woke up, eating, get raped, sleeping, that daily routine continued for several months. The fact that I was getting used to being raped by them and can endure the pain I get is frightening me. But one day, suddenly, I was taken away from the mansion and brought to another mansion. My former master seemed to get bored with my body and sold me to the master of the other mansion. My daily routine in the new mansion is almost the same as the former mansion. There was only one difference from the former master of the new master, that is, the new master seemed to like to be spoiled by little boys during sex. But, because I am already a 40-year-old man inside, and don't know how to spoil someone, I was not able to spoil the master well, and it seems that the master doesn't like the way I talk, and I got scolded many times until I could do it right. I have to change the way I talk, talking like a little boy, and I spoiled the master as much as I could. It took me a while to change the way I am talking, but in the end, I managed to adapt to it. At that time, I started to forget the fact that I was 40 years old in Japan, and I began to remember an illusion that I was a real little boy from the start. After all, the life as a sex slave did not last so long in one place, when the master got tired, I was sold, bought again, got tired, sold, bought again, that cycle has happened so many times. Fortunately, almost all of the master who buys me seems to have a preference for little boys. The experiences that I got from the second mansion were extremely useful, but I felt that it made me lose myself more. I think I repeated a life like that for about two years. After that, a deeper hell is waiting for me. I was sold to the brothel. Before that time, I think my life was happy. I never intended to say that I was happy, but my life in the brothel was hell. I must take a customer every day, and I am never allowed to take a rest. It’s still feels better if a customer are just wanting an 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 flies, on top of that some customers was changed in to 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. It was so hard, painful, and tough, I don't know how many times I wished to die at that time. I don’t know whether because a human was unusual or not I have always been fucked with various ways by the customers. Even though I wanted to die, I couldn't do it myself. It was because the collar around my neck seemed to be a magical tool, various curses were applied to limit the behavior of slaves. The curse they put on me like an absolute obedience curse is already there since the first time they put the collar on me, the curse that prevents me from suicide and speaking without command is added when I was sold to the brothel, and the curse of a magical power seal was recently applied. Some of the curses passed magical power directly to the body rather than a collar; after that, a trace like a tattoo remained. There is also another curse as a sexual slave, but this does not necessarily have to be known about. Prohibition of suicide is to prevent the products (the slave) from suicide without permission, prohibition of speech is to prevent the slave to vomit the words of refusal to customers and if the slave know or hear something secret in the bed they can't tell it to other people, magical power seal was to be careful of the human tribe high magical power. Because of that, I couldn't kill myself, there was no other way to just live in everyday like hell, killing my heart and mind. I tried to move to thinking of suicide several times, but my body didn't move as I wanted it to. If there is a little displeasure from the employees and customers of the brothel, if I make one mistake..... no, even if I don’t do anything, depending on their mood, they will punish me with a punishment without mercy. Not eating for several days is still better than beaten with a whip, become a sandbag and beaten, or tie down like a showcase and prohibited to sleep several days, only a day full of torture the slave will get. A 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 get day after day, my physical strength was gone, continued fever, and I couldn't move my body at all. The handling of a slave like this has been decided. It's whether to be sold toa slaver trader or discarded on the road. Of course, even slaver traders 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 seems that the reason why I was accepted was, of course, because human traits are rare and can be so for a high price, it’s famous to be used for sexual slaves or workingslavese. For the slave trader, if they can sell the sla, 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 a slave trader saw a slave as no other than a thing, and their treatment of the slave was also really terrible. Sometimes I was made to serve ten people overnight, and among them, there was one person who looked the strongesthadas a high sex drive, and had no taste in sex. One time, he whips me until my skin was torn and bloody. One time, a man’s rod was inserted in my butt and my face was being beaten without stopping until it’s fully swollen. One time, my left arm and right hand were broken because they binding me too hard. These acts were done quite frequently without waiting for the wound to heal. On the other hand, I still had to serve another employee’s no matter how bad my condition is. I was already at my limit. Anybody is fine; someone, please kill me already. And then, 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. From everyone’s eyes, my condition was terrible. A few days ago, because I was raped by a big beast figure guy and 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 bought it seems that what is waiting for me in the end was the same hellish life, I don’t care about it anymore. If this suffering continues, I'd better die right now; that’s the only thing I want. A slave trader loudly calls the guests and explains to them the slave's explanations and selling points to customers. But of course, there is nothing they say about me. It's hard for me to keep raising my head, just head it down, and then a shadow covered my surroundings. It seems that someone came in front of my cage. I tried to raise my face, with my condition, it's really hard to look, but it looks like someone with a big body. It seems that he staring at me and looking closely at the part that was considered to be a face it was made me awkward. That person and the slave trader are talking. And the next moment, the man said to the slave trader. “I will buy this guy, how much?”