If he could, Hodge would be the last man in the world that Brett slept with.
This expression is a bit unclear, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings for many people who have slept with Brett. It seems that he is very impure, so let's change the expression.
To borrow a common saying in the 21st century, even if all the men in the world are dead, they will not sleep with him.
This is a flag, and it fell down shortly after it was established.
Hodge: What about a six-year-old and me
Brett: ...you you you.
There are too many things that Brett wants to stick to. He is very greedy, he doesn't want to kill indiscriminately, he doesn't want to indulge, he doesn't want to hurt himself, and he doesn't want to hurt innocent beings.
If maintaining the purity of the body is at the cost of another's soul, sacrifice the former.
At least both parties involved in the relationship are consensual
P's voluntary ah!
Is it strong when a man is raped? Is being strong strong with pleasure? In a relationship facilitated by non-violent factors, what is the difference between one party being tempted to submit and one party being coerced into submission
This is very complicated and involves issues at the levels of cultural philosophy, ethics, laws and regulations. Regardless of these, Bright believes that regardless of insertion or being/insertion, anything that is involuntary, no matter what the relationship between the two is at the moment, what will happen in the past and the future, involuntary is involuntary, and if free will is forced, it will cause harm.
Brett thought of the saxophone music in the sunset, it was a beautiful evening, he held the power in front of the inner city people. It is an illusion, but it is very beautiful. He held the lifeblood of the nobleman and had the right to kill him. He also rejected the courtship of the nobleman, stood on the moral high ground, and looked down on him from above.
But at this time, he couldn't help but secretly smiled bitterly, it was an illusion after all, in this city, he was a slave in shackles, most of the time he was at a disadvantage, only occasionally struggling to jump out of the pool, looking at the vast sky, fantasizing that he became With flying fish, you can rush to the sky.
Brett looked at the beautiful nobleman, with those black eyes staring at himself, they stood between the bookshelves, breath touching, he could clearly see every inch of Hodge's face, every trembling of eyelashes, ruby-colored lips on the texture.
When it comes to the appearance of the other party, Brett is always at a loss for words. He doesn't know how to describe it. He has to admit that he is attracted. Purely in terms of appearance, no one can ignore Hodge's perfect beauty. From the first time he saw the other party, he guessed that the other party was a celebrity. If he hadn't been in the scent of human flesh at that time, he might have been directly fascinated and dizzy.
However, under that layer of skin, there is such a terrifying monster, with a devil's heart and wisdom, good at playing with people's hearts, intimidating and luring. Brett thinks that a new color should be invented. Just using words like "black", "ink" and "blue" is not enough to describe him. Maybe it can be called "inner city color" or "slag color". kind.
After all, who would threaten people with young offspring with their own genes
Who would do so many crazy things just to get someone
In Hodge's eyes, the experimental body is just a tool, a necessary means to achieve the goal.
The name "Hope" did not come from Hodge, but from the scientist's bad taste. Probably the other party thought that since the genes are related, they should choose a similar name, and the irony is very interesting. A child with the best intelligence and the best body, full of hope and potential, but an unexpected child. One biological father wants to use him to torture the other biological father, and the other biological father is wary of him. Once he loves him, will fall into the trap.
Hodge likes Brett's gentle and pitiful expression. Under the camera, the man's expression can still be restrained, but it is gentler than usual, but in places where the camera can't see, he is always very gentle, full of tenderness for children, and can even say It is spoiled.
Under the lens is a carnivorous beast strolling in the courtyard. Although he is resting, he is still alert and full of danger; but what he sees through the eyes of the experimental subject is another look. Brett let go of part of his disguise, and took care of Hope meticulously with the thoughtfulness and care that only belonged to a man.
The man will dry every drop of water for Hope very carefully, wrap his little feet with a towel, separate the small and round toes, and suck up the water inside; blow the hair for the little guy, and smooth his curls every stroke of hair; ask your child to open his mouth wide after brushing to check that his teeth are clean, and reward him with a goodnight kiss.
The man may not have noticed that he soon fell into this trap wrapped in sugar and honey. He may have thought that he could still restrain himself and behaved as usual under the camera. But what Hope saw, or what Hodge "saw", was the way his father looked at his beloved child.
Hodge tasted the sour-sweet taste of eight-ripe purple grapes. The sweetness was four and a half stars, with a little sourness, which just set off the sweetness of the fruit, and he couldn't help but taste it again and again.
One after another, the grapes were crystal clear, as clear as amethyst, juicy, high in sugar, with a hint of coolness, quenching his thirst.
Hodge is increasingly immersed in the man's whole-hearted care. For the cub with the same brown eyes, Brett's every movement is very careful, showing cherish and attention.
Those are actually very small things, insignificant, but when you see them, the more trivial details that are so ordinary that people ignore them, the more precious they are after gaining a man's attention.
Every time he takes a bath for the little guy, Brett will test the temperature first before putting hot water on his body. When he thinks it’s okay, he will slowly walk up from the bottom, or from the arms to the shoulders to the torso, to give the little guy time to adapt, and at the same time Watch his reaction, if the water flow is too high or the temperature is too low, he will adjust in time. Probably because of this kind of thoughtfulness, the little guy quickly got close to him. Children are always sensitive and can understand who is sincere to him.
Hodge had to admit that he gave Hope to Brett. This plan brought him endless pleasure. He obtained pleasure from the man's touch again and again, but it also made him faintly unhappy.
The feelings conveyed through the media are far from enough to satisfy his desire. He is like a traveler drinking sea water to quench his thirst. The more he drinks, the thirstier he becomes, and he cannot be completely satisfied.
Besides desire, there was one more thing that annoyed him.
Others get a man's tenderness so easily, but he is the only one who, apart from the effect of the deception at the beginning, is always full of difficulties. Ever since his identity was exposed, he has never been able to extract a strand of tenderness from a man. , Representing goodwill emotions.
This made Hodge fall into unspeakable anger, and his inner feelings were tumbling like magma.
Perhaps it was those strange emotions that prompted nobles to cherish slaves and value them only when they were not available.
Men like to protect and take care of the weak. This is his fatal shortcoming. Unfortunately, he can no longer pretend to be a victim and needs help, otherwise he can spend less time thinking.
He had to use some creative means.
Taking advantage of the man's love for the experimental subject's elders and juniors, coercing him to submit.
Hodge waited patiently, confident that he would not fail.
Those brown eyes gradually deepened, and the humiliation in them was covered by sarcasm: "That's all you want a man?"
As the victor, Hodge didn't think it was wrong for the slave to vent his dissatisfaction with words. He picked the fruit and was about to eat it in his mouth. Tolerated his offense.
"Please me." The nobleman issued an order, his eyes didn't fluctuate, looking at Brett seemed to be no different from looking at a male prostitute or a human figure/massage/massage stick.
Only he himself knew that when the slave's hand unbuttoned his clothes at his will, he was so excited that his soul trembled.
The man's movements were somewhat mechanical, either because of stiffness or unwillingness, but he carried out his order anyway.
Hodge's gaze was fixed on the silent man. Brett's face showed no expression, and he was silently doing what he was asked to do. His tense muscles and deliberately empty expression revealed Out of his restlessness.
Hodge was both excited and dissatisfied. The excitement was naturally because he was finally able to manipulate this powerful man, making him suffer for himself and lose his mind for himself; The expression, the smiling eyes, the careful and loving treatment... At this moment, suddenly facing the indifferent slave like a puppet, I felt uncomfortable.
But he didn't want to stop.
It's like knowing that the cook who cooks for himself is being lazy, he can cook more delicious food, but because the cook is a famous chef, even if he cooks casually, he chooses to endure it for the time being.
Hodge figured he had plenty of time anyway.
One day, he will tame this tiger and make him willingly put away his sharp claws for himself.
Probably realizing that the matter was irreversible, the man's actions began to become rude, with hints of anger. Unlike the integrity of the vest, the shirt had a button missing and had a few more folds, making it look much messier.
Hodge knew that the other party was testing and expressing his dissatisfaction. Most of his clothes had been removed, but the slave's were still intact.
Hodge frowned slightly when his slightly cool hand was directly attached to his skin.
"Sir, are you dissatisfied with my service?"
The man asked coldly, as if as long as the other party nodded, he would immediately stop using this as an excuse, and would rather accept cruel punishment than touch him again.
The nobleman urged him to continue with his eyes.
The slave's eyes became more gloomy, like an irritated beast, pacing anxiously in a predicament, his behavior became more rough, he suddenly pressed the nobleman against the bookshelf, letting his back touch the cold and hard metal frame, There were red marks on the fragile and delicate skin.
Hodge made a short soft sound, he subconsciously resisted, and then grabbed the man's skirt as if welcoming, preventing him from leaving him.
As if avoiding his control, the man squatted down slowly, holding the key without flirting.
His slender fingers passed through Brett's smooth and thick hair, and they clung tightly, just like the strange seed that the man inadvertently planted did to Hodge's heart, entangled his flesh and blood, relentlessly, no matter what What kind of pain and damage was caused to Hodge.
Too cruel, too cruel, enough is enough...
So happy, so happy, I want more...
"You like me to bite you?"
The man stopped viciously when he felt a violent pulsation.
The torture was about to exceed the pleasure, and Hodge was also a little annoyed.
"If you don't satisfy me..." Hodge let go of his hair and patted it lightly, like patting the head of a pet to give it a warning. someone else, right?"
What responded to him was waves of pleasure.
The author has something to say: bite first hehehe
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The second drop at 4:00 p.m.~