pig iron

Zi'an's experience outside was miserable, and his ability to perceive words and emotions was honed in blood and blood.

He could see that Mu Chuan was in a good mood today, and his body hadn't fully recovered, so he did it for him again with his mouth.I don't think there will be any more games tonight.

But what Mu Chuan wants to do has nothing to do with his mood, he has to do it if it is good, and he has to do it if it is not good.

Zian felt that what his trainer said was simply the truth among the truths: as a slave, you should never speculate on your master's mind.

In the classroom.

"Kneel down."

"Nod your head."

"Ass pouted."

Zian moved his hips forward as instructed.

Mu Chuan tilted his head and looked at it for a while, the bent belt in his hand was beating the palm of his left hand.Kicked for a while, Ann: "I'll make you stick up, don't you understand?"

"High Point."

"A little higher."

Zian's current appearance is very ridiculous, what should I say?Should be like a bitch.A lot of people don't understand why a man poses like that and doesn't look like a male dog.

How can it be like a male dog?

Only a female dog will put on that posture and wait for the male dog to enter. Of course, if you enter the person who poses as a female dog behind the back, your posture will be the same as that of the male dog.

In fact, there is no essential difference between human sex and animal sex, but people can always make simple things have profound meanings.Animal sex means that you are happy and I am happy, and enjoy it equally and happily. It doesn't matter who gets fucked and who gets fucked by whom. Both parties get what they need and enjoy their own happiness.But people can make this relationship into conquering and being conquered, making one person's happiness based on the other's humiliation, so as to obtain double happiness.

"Snapped--"

The first time it was drawn down.

A whip is like a knife, if the strength is not well grasped, blood will easily be seen.In contrast, the belt is much easier to use.As long as it is not intentional to repeatedly smoke in one place, basically no scars will be left.

Zian got into fights when he was very young.Boys have a lot of worries when they first start fighting. For example, when a punch is thrown at their face, they subconsciously close their eyes and reach out to block it.Because I am afraid of pain, because I am afraid of being hurt.

But Zian is not, he is born with a ruthless energy.In elementary school, when I fought with seniors who were older than me, whether it was a one-on-one fight or a group fight, I had a fanatical attitude. The more I was beaten, the more excited I was, and then I fought back fiercely with the desire to eat people almost desperately.In his opinion, it is shameful to be afraid of pain, and it is shameful to cry and cry because of the pain of losing a golden bean.

The consciousness brought out from childhood will naturally not change when you grow up.

I didn't want to cry out because it didn't hurt.

Mu Chuan didn't pay much attention to it, just smoked casually, and after a while, his whole buttocks became red, swollen and shiny.

Mu Chuan asked Zi'an to open his buttocks with his hands, and with the last blow, he slapped on the seam of the buttocks and the back acupoints. The painful Zi'an suddenly stretched forward and fell to one side, trembling and screaming in pain.

Zi'an lay curled up on his side, feeling the changes behind him.First there was severe pain, then numbness and tingling, and finally something hot covered it all, and there were other sensations besides pain.He clearly felt the heat rushing from behind to the front of him.

Mu Chuan walked over and saw the half-standing thing.

"Why are you so cheap?" Mu Chuan stomped on Zian's little brother who had just woken up, and couldn't help but sneered: "Pain can make you hard. What do you think you are?"

What kind of stuff, Zian himself knows.Just because the pain is not hard enough, you can feel the lust. While feeling that Mu Chuan's sadistic habit is ridiculous and shameful, at the same time, he starts to enjoy the pleasure brought by sexual abuse.

Bitch of course.

Pain inside, pain outside, the younger brother of the Ruan family managed to wither under the concerted efforts of Zi An and Mu Chuan.

Zi'an, who had been whipped, obviously didn't have much energy to continue playing with Mu Chuan.Lie on the ground and don't want to move.

But Mu Chuan still shook his head and laughed and said it was not good.

He hasn't seen Zi'an for a week, he thought.This kind of thinking is not a lovesickness between lovers, not a pure sense of carnal desire, but a desire to humiliate him and abuse him.

Zian made him so excited.

No need for excuses or reasons, Mu Chuan faced his inner desires.

The ideas of the two were surprisingly consistent.

Zi'an sometimes shamefully thinks that he actually likes Mu Chuan very much.He's had enough of the trainer's hypocrisy and cunning in Nanse, I'm going to beat you to train you'll always find a thousand and ten thousand reasons why it's not a reason, oh, bitch, you don't kneel straight enough, you eat I made a sound, you see that my eyes are not pious enough, you are not thorough enough to insult yourself... After being trained, that hypocritical face starts to look at your lax eyes again, making you more fragile than bubbles and will break if you don't touch it Gentle, trying to bribe you to subdue you and tame you.It's really -- disgusting.

It's not as good as Mu Chuan, holding a whip in his hand, lying down with a sharp weapon on his back, and telling you gently, I am crazy and crazy, so I will hurt you thoroughly.

It's so good, who doesn't want to tear it down?He is not a warrior, but he is fragile and not weak. He does not need ribbons to wrap up a bleak life, let alone add sweeteners to the dripping blood.

So Zian, who is not a warrior, began to look directly at the blood without sweetener again.

The peeled raw yam palm was cut with a knife, the front is thin and the back is slightly thick, and the quilt is being stuffed back with great effort.The yam's mucus made his hands slippery and itchy, and he felt that the passage behind him was even more itchy.

Never had an itch.

Like thorns, like pain, like numbness.Weird and weird, crazy and unbearable.

Kneeling on the ground, his body was shaking like a sieve, his hands were on the ground, his head was half down, and he was about to get down at any time.Mu Chuan raised Zian's head, inserted the sliced ​​cooked yam with the tip of a knife, dipped it in strawberry jam, and fed it to Zian's mouth.

Zian opened his mouth tremblingly, eating something sweet and smooth.

"Is it sweet?"

"Yam nourishes the stomach. Uncle Wang has been eating this for old stomach problems."

"Let him make more for you in the future."

While swallowing hard, Zian felt the feeling of being eaten by thousands of ants below him. Immediately, he saw that his place was full of densely packed black and small ants, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.He stretched out a hand and couldn't help reaching behind it to rub it. He thought that he might never eat such a disgusting thing as yam.

Mu Chuan was feeding one after another, so sweet that Zian felt like vomiting, the things below distracted his attention, and all the things were stuck in his mouth and couldn't get in or out.He thought of chickenpox when he was a child, allergies after eating mangoes, and itching the roots of his thighs with feathers...the combined itching could not be worth it now.

The sweet and greasy jam slipped into my stomach and it started to hurt again.His stomach has always been on time, and it starts to hurt after eating. Sugar is more painful, and it will be fine after half an hour or an hour.But now the pain can't distract the itching.He still had to barely maintain his figure to take what Mu Chuan fed him.

I really want him to try it too.

Zian began to cry silently.

Mu Chuan was in a great mood when he saw Zi'an started to cry.For a person who doesn't like to cry, Mu Chuan feels that every time he makes him cry, he feels a great sense of accomplishment.He picked a little jam with the tip of the knife and dabbed it on Zian's lips, making his pale lips bright red and moist.Smiling and licking her tears, she pinched Zi'an's bulging cheeks: "Isn't it quite sweet? Swallow it all, and then wash the back with vinegar."

In the bathroom, Zian vomited out the contents of his stomach. Looking at the white stuff mixed with a little red stuff in the toilet, Zian started to vomit again, almost vomited out bile.

He shivered and poked the handle of the old toothbrush he had just replaced into the back, thrusting and thrusting to stop the itching.While moving crazily, while imagining, he grabbed the sharp knife in Mu Chuan's hand and inserted it into Mu Chuan's right eye socket.Then it gradually advanced, deepened, and turned the blade, and the lens mixed with blood flowed down the handsome half face.

More fun, more exciting.

Zian repeatedly washed the back with vinegar, and felt that some places could not be washed off, so he started the enema again.He felt that even his knees became sore and limp through the intestinal wall, but fortunately, it didn't itch so much.

Zian walked back all the way while supporting the wall, kneeling naked at Mu Chuan's feet.The cold tip of the knife touched Zi'an's chin, and Zi'an raised his head, looking at Mu Chuan with dark eyes.

Wipe it over with a knife wipe, and it is cold with a little water.Mu Chuan repeatedly pinched Zi An's pale face with the blade: "Sleep with me tonight?"

"Thank you master, Zi'an dare not."

Hearing this, Mu Chuan couldn't help lowering his head and laughing, the tip of the knife moved along the side of his face to his chin and pushed upward: "You dare to scold me, why not?"

At this moment, Zian felt a sense of collapse. He felt that Mu Chuan was endless.How should this sentence be followed?

Zian went to sleep with the master—he was quite courageous, not only dared to scold me, but also dared to sleep in the same bed with me, you really think you are something that can be equal to me

Zian won't sleep with the master—you don't even complete my order, are you tired of work?

Silence - Who taught you that your master's questions don't need to be answered.

Mu Chuan patted Zian's half of the face with the knife face, and stopped teasing him, and asked directly: "Two options, sleep with me at night, and play for a while."

Neither wanted to do anything.

Zi'an lowered his eyelids: "How about tomorrow, I really can't stand it today."

"No, I have to choose one."

"Play for a while."

Mu Chuan deliberately pretended to be surprised and looked at Zian with a smile.

Zian bowed his head and remained silent.

Mu Chuan's working and sleeping are separate. If he says to sleep with you at night, he is simply sleeping on the same bed.At first glance, sleeping on the same bed at night is not a big deal. It doesn’t matter where you sleep, you sleep with someone else, and sleeping on the bed is not the same.

The difference is too big.

If you sleep with Mu Chuan, you have to sleep handcuffed.

Two pairs of handcuffs are not sex toys.The hands were handcuffed behind the back, one pair was handcuffed at the elbow, and the other was handcuffed at the wrist. The chain in the middle was so tight that he couldn't move at all.He felt that Mu Chuan's actions were so reasonable. He thought that if he was not handcuffed tightly, he would recklessly strangle Mu Chuan to death in his sleep at night.Of course, Mu Chuan is not so easy to kill.

His arms were numb from the pressure, and he didn't dare to turn over for fear of waking up the people next to him.More importantly, he was afraid of Mu Chuan. Hearing Mu Chuan's subtle breathing, he would nervously watch the curtains change from thick darkness to dawn, without sleep all night.

What's more, today, his back is itchy, and he is tired all over.If he slept with Mu Chuan, he would definitely go crazy.

Mu Chuan patted Zi'an's head: "Forget it, go back and wash and sleep."

After hearing this, Zian straightened up on his knees and said, thank you master.

Standing up, he staggered towards the door, he thought, thank you master.Thanks for what?

Then I couldn't help but sneer, thank you mom for being so tough.

After entering the room without turning on the light, Zian buried his face in the quilt, and then the light in the corridor squinted his eyes, looking at the wall clock on the wall.

09: 30.

The minute hand is like a sharp sword, as if it is about to split downwards.