There was everything in Feng Hao's bathroom. Ling Lang found this the first day he came, but Feng Hao didn't ask him to use it, so he could only pretend he didn't see it.
Ling Lang cleaned himself inside and out, picked up the tail Feng Hao left him, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly put it behind him.
Maybe it was because the size that Feng Hao prepared for him was not large, so he could easily enter, but because of this, Ling Lang always had a lot of room to worry that it would fall out, and had to tighten his sphincter muscles all the time. .
Ling Lang took a look in the mirror, and the part left outside the body showed a hook-like arc, like a tail that was raised high.
After wearing it, Ling Lang could neither sit nor lie down. He could only stand, lie down, or lie down. Even when kneeling, he had to slightly raise his hips so that the hard tail would not hit the floor.
Ling Lang's order on the note was half completed, and the only thing left was to wait. He twirled around the bedroom uncomfortably, and finally decided to go to the door and wait for Feng Hao to return home.
There was a round cushion at the front door of Feng Hao's house. Ling Lang didn't know its purpose at first, but now he knew it. He obediently knelt on the cushion. After kneeling for a while, he felt a little tired and curled up in a ball again. Lie down.
Feng Hao didn't come back, so he just sat there thinking wildly, thinking about everything, but the most important thing was when Feng Hao would come back.
He suddenly discovered that since he came here, the one thing he has done the most is to wait—waiting for Feng Hao to prepare dinner, waiting for Feng Hao to clean the room, waiting for Feng Hao to bathe him... and waiting for Feng Hao to go home, it seems that he entered this fan The door, most of his time was spent waiting for someone.
His body does not belong to himself, his mind is shared with another person, and now even his time is handed over to the other without knowing it, and the invisible rein is derived from the invisible collar, and the other end of the rein is held by that person. Holding it in his hands, his hands were as warm as jade, and his fingers were slender, making him want to kneel down and kiss his fingertips reverently.
Between half-dreaming and half-awake, Ling Lang vaguely heard footsteps coming from outside the door, and immediately sat up in a jerky manner. He had already forgotten about his tail, until the pain from behind reminded him, and he took a deep breath. cool air.
When Feng Hao opened the door and came in, he saw Ling Lang meekly kneeling at the door to greet him at first glance, and he couldn't help but give him an approving smile.
"Separate your legs, put your feet together, and support your hands on the ground," his palms slid gently over the opponent's body, explaining an essential movement every time he passed, "on your toes, press your waist down, and lift your butt up. "
Ling Lang did as he said, "Finally, raise your head proudly, raise your head a little higher, that's fine, that's it."
Feng Hao was very satisfied with Ling Lang's comprehension, "This is the welcome gesture, remember?"
Ling Lang nodded.
"Come and wag your tail."
Ling Lang was a little embarrassed, and twisted stiffly twice, the amplitude was so small that he could barely see it, but Feng Hao didn't scold him, "It's okay, you will have time to practice slowly in the future."
After Feng Hao finished speaking, he walked to the bedroom, Ling Lang obediently followed behind him.
"How long has it been since you released?" Feng Hao took off his suit jacket and hung it in the closet, and asked casually like a chat.
Ling Lang didn't expect this question to be asked the first time he opened his mouth, so he answered hesitantly, "Ten days." Since he came here, Feng Hao has not touched him, and he has been abstinent until now.
"You performed well today, I want to reward you," Feng Hao patted his head, "Go to the bed and wait for me."
Ling Lang shyly climbed onto the bed and started a new round of waiting, but this time Feng Hao didn't make him wait too long. When he reappeared, he had already changed into a set of casual clothes, carrying Ling Lang familiar with him. the box.
"Lie down," Feng Hao ordered, seeing that he was dishonest, "don't look around when you get into bed, or you will cover your eyes."
Ling Lang hurriedly lowered his head, watching his nose and heart, no matter what sound Feng Hao made from the side, he forced himself not to look at it.
Feng Hao got on the bed, and as soon as the thing in his hand touched Ling Lang's body, he realized that it was a rope. It was not the first time that Ling Lang had been tied up, and it was not the first time that Feng Hao had been tied up, but it was the first time that he had been in direct contact with the rope naked.
Feng Hao's movements were slow and steady as always, leaving Ling Lang enough time to imagine his elegant movements. The ankles of his two feet were fixed at the base of his thighs, and his two forearms were also entangled in circles. Finally, his hands and feet were tied to the ends of a knot, and his limbs lost their freedom at the same time.
Ling Lang, who couldn't move, felt very uncomfortable. His legs were greatly separated, his neck and knees took on most of the body's weight, and his private parts were exposed to the air without reservation. The familiar sense of rape strikes again.
In order to maintain this position, he had to tighten his muscles, and soon he was tired, and his body uncontrollably relaxed, relaxed, and relaxed.
The rope restrained his movements. Ling Lang found that even if he loosened it, it would not affect his posture. He began to try to release all his strength and hand over everything to the rope tied to his body.
He closed his eyes, and the muscle tension gradually replaced the soreness. Slowly, his mood settled, his mind began to empty, his body was tightly bound, but his spirit was relaxed to the extreme.
A low chuckle sounded, Ling Lang recovered from Nanke's dream.
"Don't fall asleep," Feng Hao's fingers slid down his spine, "It hasn't started yet."
He pulled out the tail behind Ling Lang, and replaced it with two fingers wearing finger cots. With the previous expansion, the fingers easily probed to the bottom and found the most sensitive spot with great precision.
"Is it here?" Feng Hao scratched lightly, and Ling Lang suddenly let out a groan uncontrollably.
"It seems so," Feng Hao moved his fingers slowly, "Have you tried to only come from behind?"
Ling Lang panted lightly and shook his head.
Feng Hao didn't speak anymore when he got the answer he wanted, his fingertips still moved rhythmically, the strength was neither strong nor weak, the speed was neither too fast nor slow, and the friction range was firmly locked at that point, Ling Lang only felt a sense of urgency. The hot flame ignited in the body and quickly spread to every inch of the body's capillaries, causing the blood in the whole body to boil.
Feng Hao's rhythm made him involuntarily want to twist his body to meet it, but only after he really wanted to do that did he realize that he couldn't move. His genitals were already congested and swollen, and he was in pain because he couldn't release it for a long time. Ten days of abstinence had brought his endurance down to the bottom line. He tried to rub the sheets under him, but found that even this simple action He couldn't finish either.
"Before, too," Ling Lang's animal instinct forced Ling Lang to let go of his human dignity and took the initiative to plead like Feng Hao.
"No," Feng Hao's refusal tone was gentle but firm, "I said come from the back, you can only come from the back."
Ling Lang stopped talking, because he found that the feeling from the back acupoint was getting stronger and stronger, and the neurons in his body began to move and dislocate until they all converged to that point. Feng Hao's fingers seemed to be shaking in front of his eyes. Ling Lang's heartbeat changed with his rhythm. Ling Lang was a musical instrument, and Feng Hao was the baton. If he wanted him to be melodious, he would be melodious. so high.
When the music reached its climax, the opponent's fingers suddenly increased, Ling Lang only felt a soreness in his waist, and an unprecedented pleasure hit, like an electric current starting from the backyard, going down the perineum, and reaching the front, exhausting all the milky desires. sprayed out.
This feeling was completely different from the usual orgasm brought by rubbing the head of the penis. The whole lower body was enveloped in pleasure. The endless waves of lust hit Ling Lang and drowned Ling Lang in it. Ling Lang shot ten times before releasing the essence of his body. He finally knew why Feng Hao hadn't touched him for so long.
The peak moment is over, and the back acupoint is still shrinking strongly, as if to keep Feng Hao's fingers here, but the other party has no intention of leaving, but instead increases the strength and speed.
Ling Lang suddenly realized what he wanted to do. The sensitivity of his body that he had just vented about increased several times in an instant. He was completely incapable of carrying more provocations. Every friction was an unbearable torture for him.
"Don't! Stop!" Ling Lang cried out in horror, but the other party didn't seem to hear it at all, and the movements of his hands kept getting faster.
"Stop!" He just finished shouting this sentence, and everything he had just experienced was replayed like a replay.
"Stop, stop..." Ling Lang's voice trembled involuntarily, his back acupoints contracted so tightly that they couldn't be tighter. His body began to shake violently, and he tried to struggle, but the rope didn't move. If he could move at this moment, he swore that he would punch Feng Hao in the face, but the only thing he could do was to lie there and let the opponent manipulate his body.
He was soaked with sweat, and big drops of sweat ran down his cheeks to his Adam's apple. A hallucination appeared in front of his eyes, countless light spots jumped and flashed on the retina, his hands and feet began to spasm, his mouth could not be closed, saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, and slender silver threads were pulled out.
Now he doesn't want to beat Feng Hao anymore, he wants to kneel down, beg him, please him, kiss his feet, as long as he is willing to stop and do whatever he wants. When the pleasure swept in for the third time, his three souls and seven souls were all beaten to pieces. If he was a demon who practiced the Tao for thousands of years, he might have revealed his original shape at this time. Fallen into hell.
The third shot was already pitifully small. Feng Hao was finally willing to remove his finger from his body, "I only saved so much in ten days, you still need to supplement it with nutrients."
Ling Lang didn't even have the strength to refute him.
Feng Hao loosened Ling Lang's tie, and he immediately fell limply on the bed.
"Don't go to bed yet, you're all soaked, you need to wash it up."
Ling Lang lay motionless and pretended to be dead, and even his breathing stopped.
Feng Hao smiled and patted his butt, "Go, little lazy dog."
Ling Lang muttered without opening his eyes, "No, it's boring."
Feng Hao sighed, got up and went to the bathroom to put in half a tank of water, then turned back to the bedroom and hugged Ling Lang forcefully.
Ling Lang didn't know where he got so much strength, but when he was put into the warm water, he still let out a long sigh of relief.
Feng Hao threw Ling Lang into the bathtub to soak, and went back to his room to change the sheets. When he went back, he found that the other party was already asleep.
He was angry and funny, "Don't sleep in the water, do you want to catch a cold?"
Ling Lang was slapped awake by him, and complained again, "I'm so tired."
"Your physical strength is too bad," Feng Hao poured water on him with a towel. "From now on, I will go on the treadmill to practice five kilometers every day, jogging or walking as you please, don't forget to put on your tail."
There was nothing unusual about the first half of the sentence, but Ling Lang, who was tired when he heard the second half, widened his eyes in surprise.
"How can I walk five kilometers with that?"
"If you can't walk five kilometers, walk six kilometers, starting tomorrow," Feng Hao's tone was non-negotiable.
"How can you do this?" Ling Lang blurted out.
"Of course I can, as long as I want, you have to go now, and if you can't walk, you have to crawl through it."
Ling Lang stared at each other in a stunned manner. In this world, Feng Hao is probably the only one who can say a word so gently as if it was a love story, but the content of the love story makes those who hear it shudder. Ling Lang had no doubt that as long as he refuted one more sentence, the other party would not hesitate to erase the words "as long as I want".
"It's done." Feng Hao took him out of the bathtub to dry, this time he didn't carry him back to the room, but helped Ling Lang out of the bathroom slowly.
Ling Lang's legs were shaking when he walked, and he had to put all his weight on Feng Hao to prevent him from falling down.
Without the collar, Feng Hao still didn't allow him to go to bed, "Wait for me."
"I can't stand."
"Kneel when you can't stand."
As soon as Feng Hao let go, Ling Lang knelt down without hesitation. His personality and self-esteem were as weak as his legs at the moment, and he was completely unable to support his body.
Feng Hao took the collar, Ling Lang raised his neck and let the other party put it on for him.
"Okay, let's go up." With the consent of the other party, Ling Lang used the last of his strength to roll onto the bed, even if there was an earthquake, he couldn't make him move again.
Feng Hao lay beside him with his head propped up, looking at him with love in his eyes, Ling Lang suddenly thought that he didn't do anything today.
"You are cold-hearted," even Ling Lang didn't know why he would say such a sentence.
Feng Hao chuckled, "Why do you still have the physical strength to doubt my sexuality?"
Ling Lang immediately closed his mouth, and he refused to say another word after being beaten to death.