On this particular day, after finishing our regular practice at school, I still hadn’t had my fill. So, I challenged my senior to a few more singles matches. Before I knew it, time had completely slipped away. 

　y the time I packed my gear, changed my clothes, and left the school gates, it was already around 10:00 PM. To save a bit of time, I decided to take a shortcut directly through the Botanical Garden to reach Xiaonanmen MRT Station. Little did I know, this single decision would force me to pay a devastatingly massive price. 

　I’m not sure if I had been marked the very moment I stepped out of the school gates, but three men began shadowing me the second I entered the Botanical Garden. I didn't think much of it at first, my mind entirely focused on quickly getting through the park to catch my train. But for some reason, the streetlights inside the garden were exceptionally sparse tonight. As I ventured deeper into the park, the surroundings grew increasingly pitch-black. By the time I sensed something was wrong and decided to quicken my pace, the three shadows trailing me made their move. 

　One man swiftly locked his arm around my neck from behind, while another instantly pressed a towel soaked in chloroform over my nose and mouth. Before I could formulate any reaction or scream for help, my consciousness dissolved into darkness. 

　When I finally woke up, the three men were staring down at me. Each of them brandished a small knife—a blatant, wordless threat to ensure my absolute compliance for what was to come. 

　"You're a top-tier student, a real high-achiever. You know what to do..." 

　"Just behave, let us have a good time, and we'll naturally let you go!" 

　At this point, trapped and defenseless, I could only nod meekly in submission. 

　"Now, get on your knees. Put your hands behind your back..." 

　"Yes, yes, yes, perfect. Now, lock your hands behind your head." 

　They forced me to hold various degrading postures, snapping photos with their cameras to keep as a permanent record. 

　Next, one of them pulled out a pair of handcuffs and commanded me to extend my hands. An internal wave of resistance washed over me; I knew that once those cuffs snapped shut, any hope of escape would be utterly obliterated. But the glint of the knives flashing before my eyes left me with absolutely no alternative. 

　"Hmm, feels like we’re still missing something here?!" 

　As soon as the words left his mouth, he rummaged through a nearby cabinet, pulled out a thick collar, and fastened it tightly around my neck. 

　"A straight-A student turned into a worthless bitch-dog... the contrast is absolutely exquisite!"

　"If we post this online, people are going to fucking love it—"

　"Now, time for the main event!"

　The three of them ordered me to stay absolutely still. Then, they began using their knives to slice through my clothes, ripping the fabric open piece by piece, all while documenting the violation with their cameras. Instinctively, I tried to flinch away from the lens, but I was instantly hit with a harsh reprimand. 

　"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Who gave you permission to move?!" 

　"A literal dog listens better than you!" 

　"Embarrassed already? Just wait, we’ve got plenty more to make you blush in a minute!" 

　Next, it was my pants’ turn. At that exact second, a horrifying realization hit me. Because our practice session today had been incredibly intense, my underwear had gotten completely soaked through with sweat. When I was changing clothes earlier, I had chosen to just go commando. I never could have anticipated that this choice would lead me into such a nightmare. Just like my shirt, my pants were sliced and shredded open. With no underwear underneath, my manhood was exposed entirely to the open air. 

　"Holy shit, this kid isn't even wearing underwear!" 

　"So slutty. As expected of a high-achieving little bitch-dog!" 

　"With a bit of proper training, he's going to make a wonderfully loose, filthy slave—" 

　"The bitch-dog's cock is actually pretty big. Let's measure how many centimeters we're working with here!" 

　The three of them began roughly fondling and teasing my shaft. I could do nothing but let them handle me at whim, not daring to move an inch. Under their relentless stimulation, my body betrayed me, and my cock stiffened into a rock-hard erection. 

　"Sixteen centimeters! Wow, that’s huge. Im totally jealous!" 

　"Hey, I've got a brilliant idea!" 

　I watched in horror as one of them pulled a second pair of handcuffs from the cabinet. He snapped one cuff tightly around my right wrist, while the other loop was forced around the very root of my erection, locking my shaft and testicles together inside the cold metal ring. He deliberately clicked it as tight as it could possibly go. 

　With the base heavily restricted and strangled by the metal cuff, the blood was completely trapped. It forced my erect cock to swell into an even larger, painfully engorged size. Immediately after, they placed a small knife directly into my hand. 

　"If your cock stays strangled like this and your blood circulation is completely cut off, it’s going to necrose and become totally useless after a while." 

　"So, we’re going to give you a chance to escape~" 

　"As long as you chop your own cock off, you can slip right out of the handcuffs and run away!" 

　"Aren't we being incredibly generous to you?" 

　With a round of mocking laughter, the three men set up a video camera on a tripod, kept it rolling, and left the room chatting and joking among themselves. 

　Left entirely alone in the suffocating silence, I was abandoned with only two horrific choices: let my manhood rot and necrose, or carve it off with my own hands. I had to make my decision...