pig iron

No, Zi'an closed his eyes and was determined.Mu Liu's hand touched his face, and he was not quick to slap it off for him, how could it be possible to send him elsewhere to be dealt with?If he doesn't learn well, Mu Chuan will teach him himself. According to Mu Chuan's character, what's the matter with other people intervening?

How much did Mu Chuan care about him during his stay in Nanse?You must obtain the training videotapes that you can get, and you must take notes on what happened to clarify the time of occurrence.From time to time, she would come out and sting him, with a mocking look on her face, childish tossing and turning, the meaning inside and outside the words was just the same: How cute to be a bitch, huh?Yes or no?Just let me see it alone, look at how ugly and disgusting you look when you are with other people.

He speculated about his relationship with Mu Chuan, and inferred a bit of self-confidence in an extremely inferior state of mind.He has a face that Mu Chuan likes, a young and fresh body that can be taken away by the king, he has decent sex in bed and a pretty good oral job, and he has deformed emotions generated during the abuse with Mu Chuan.Appreciate him, whip him, torture him and then enjoy him, making Mu Chuan happy and even satisfied.Quadruple relationship, not strong but strong.

He's still interested in me, and he won't leave me, at least not yet.The painful blue blood vessels on Zian's forehead twitched and twitched, his neck was raised slightly, and there were many tendons in the thin part.

That's right, Nan Se and him are just a hell on earth. He thanks Mu Chuan for dragging him into purgatory. He also plans to return to the world to find Ziran, and to turn all the past that was turned into tears, boiled into blood, and dirty into pulp into everything. Wash it clean, how could it be possible to fall down here at Mu Chuan.

After thinking about it, I made myself laugh.I am the man who is going to be Hokage, how could I fall down here.

Joy in bitterness, tears in laughter.You can talk about comfort and paralysis, you can talk about falling and escaping, or you can say that he is weak and incompetent.He wasn't an invincible type, so he had to make a joke with himself, and give himself a hope - he would survive, he would come out, he would take revenge, he would get revenge, he would take his sister and fly away.No matter whether the joke is boring or satirical, no matter whether the wish has a chance to come true, as long as there is, otherwise, who will tell him how to live through this kind of life.

Yes, how to boil.

But he was afraid that Mu Chuan would get bored of himself before the time came. Mu Chuan has all kinds of bad things, but there is also a little good.

Therefore, he still has to endure.

Still have to boil.

have to boil.

boil.

Zi'an was sure that Mu Chuan would not send him away, and Mu Chuan was even more sure that Zi'an would not resist.He sat lazily on the chair, leaning forward.Facing the sun, the eyelashes cast a small shadow, and there was a smile on his face.Waiting for Zian to kneel at his feet begging and crying for mercy.Glancing at his watch, Mu Chuan was a little impatient.In this little time, there's no need to cry and beg for mercy, it's fine if you can hurry up and cooperate to get the job done.If the fire that was stirred up is not extinguished by him, how can it be smoothed out.

His legs were entangled and his hands were tied behind his back.Zian's chin touched the ground, and he bent over to rub against Mu Chuan's feet, staring at him with pitch-black eyes motionless.His face was pale and cold, and his chin turned blue from too much force.

Mu Chuan's shoes stepped on his chin and twirled lightly. Zian lowered his eyes, stuck out his tongue and quickly licked the tip of Mu Chuan's shoes.The voice is respectful and humble, the tone is a bit like a file scraping rusted iron, although it is rough, it has been deliberately slowed down: "Master, please punish me."

"Punish your disobedient slave."

The tape wrapped around the hands and feet was cut and torn off, leaving fine hairs attached.Mu Chuan casually pulled out two dovetail clips and clamped them on Zi An's nipples, which were slightly larger than normal men.There was a short cry of pain in his throat, and his body trembled.Mu Chuan withdrew and tilted his head to look at it. The blue and silver handles were like a pair of butterflies biting on his chest.

Butterflies are flying, and butterflies that are still are butterfly specimens.The butterfly specimen is to pass a pin through it, and fix the soft and slender insect body into a beautiful and unchanging posture.Mu Chuan held the tack between the clips, and the small hole exposed in the middle of the clip was ready to be inserted.

Zi'an was like a fish being pinched and scaled finely in his hand, trembling with his eyes closed, his body couldn't help leaning back but he didn't dare to dodge.

"open one's eyes."

Zian raised his eyes tremblingly and looked at the thin needles that had not been pierced by his fingertips above his purple nipples.

Unknown, so scary.Wait, so terrified.He didn't know when Mu Chuan inserted the needle into his nipple tip and pierced his areola, and even picked up his nipple on a whim.For a while, Mu Chuan liked to use a long needle with a long threaded handle, and slowly inserted it into the tender part of the inner side of the arm, thigh, and leg. The thin layer of skin was supported by a row of neatly arranged thin needles, as if it could be torn at any time The skin comes out.What he did for him on the bondage bed was nothing short of a nightmare.

The tip of the needle that was about to be inserted stopped at the top, Mu Chuan asked.

"Do you carry lighters?"

Zian said no.

Mu Chuan put the pin back into the box, stood up and stroked his hair: "Get down."

Zian turned around on his knees, propped his hands on the dripping ground, his shoulders sank slightly, and his head hung down.

Mu Chuan rummaged through things in the drawer, took the wallpaper knife out of the plastic box, and wiped off the layer of oil on it with a facial tissue.He casually opened a bottle of high-alcohol wine, poured it on the blade and scrubbed it repeatedly.

The thin blade was held between his fingers and turned out a few beautiful cuts. Mu Chuan walked over and patted Zian'an on the head, signaling him to follow along.According to Mu Chuan's request, he stood with his hands propped against the wall, his graceful neck hangs down fragilely at a glance, his shoulder blades form a beautiful arc, and his white and tight back is covered with red marks and purple wounds that haven't fully healed yet. More and more attractive.

Seductive, seductive to whom?

To Mu Chuan, those scars had a peculiar sense of beauty, but to Zi'an, they were like a rotting apple, leaving behind various discolored colors.

Mu Chuan grabbed the thin and strong waist, pushed him behind and imprisoned him, kissed his neck comfortingly, and moved down little by little to suck.

"Relax."

The muscles on the back are stretched into a block, and the middle ridge line is clearly defined.

Mu Chuan moved his hand down, and gently tapped the inner thigh with his index finger and middle finger.That was where he was very sensitive, and he hid with a smile after scratching it a few times.

"Don't get too nervous, it won't hurt. Breathe, relax."

The tip of the knife touched the back, pierced shallowly, and cut obliquely, moving slowly and steadily across the shoulder blades roundly and smoothly.Mu Chuan stepped back half a step, observing the line very carefully, so as not to deflect the direction of its travel too much.

The touch of the skin being cut, the retention of the fingertips.This feeling is... wonderful.

The thin and long wound was filled with blood. Mu Chuan licked it, and the full blood flowed down the tip of his tongue in a thin line.The taste is fishy and sweet, with a bit of rust.Like a key, it unlocked the excitement in Mu Chuan's heart.

Mu Chuan has a beautiful hand with knives, and he can make all kinds of knives handy. He can also enjoy playing with wallpaper knives, razors and small blades.

He wasn't interested in things like amputated hands and feet, guts disemboweled, bloody hands, and a dirty knife.Too bloody and brutal.The blood should flow thinly, the blade should flash coldly, and the person underneath should tremble slightly.

Pierce the short knife into the skin, lower it and push the peeling, and feel the fat swimming underneath.Or use a lancet to cut a frozen dead body, which feels stiff and delicious, like a fork cutting thin ice.

How long has he been doing this?

Most of the people sent to him on the road were burly men with bulging muscles, rough faces, and rough skin, who cursed or yelled loudly.It's not a good deal, but Mu Chuan is still willing to entertain.Mu Chuan can come up with all kinds of weird criminal laws, observe and enjoy them carefully, and record them for appreciation.Think about how to use simple but unbearable techniques, how to inflict intense pain without blood and flesh, and how to inflict physical and mental humiliation.

Xiao Liu'er went there once, pulled him by the collar and pushed him, calling him out of shape and sick.If you engage in this kind of mentality, you will definitely have problems.

He loves this, and all he loves is the blood and the screaming.

But there were so many fights and killings in peaceful times, and the occasional few people left him with endless aftertaste.

What's more, a top-notch like Zi'an makes him even more happy.Of course, he treats him well enough, there are too many things that dare not greet him regardless.Like him, can't destroy him.

The knife cut faster and faster, avoiding the undulating bones and neatly marking a red grid on his back.

Zian's eyes were closed tightly, cold sweat poured out, his facial expression was contorted to a hideous level, and the lips between his teeth were bitten so badly that they were about to rot.Veins protruded from both hands, and they were tightly clasped against the wall, blood oozing from the bald nails.The body slumped weakly and slowly at the gap, and then suddenly rose up the moment the blade cut.

Mu Chuan's expression was fascinated, he liked this, it was like a red net covering his back, much more beautiful than welt marks.The blood seeped and slipped continuously, like spring water flowing thinly in the crevices of the stone walls in the mountains, dripping on the ground and blooming flowers.

Mu Chuan dipped in blood and wrote the word Chuan on his back, grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, looked down at his forehead and hair drooping to cover his eyes, his pale face was pleasing, gasping like a drowning man, His shoulders couldn't help shaking.

The tone of the voice was out of shape, and it took a long time to spit out a few words: "Is it enough?"

Mu Chuan's crotch is already bulging, and he has been sexually aroused since the knife was dropped, and he has endured it until now.A jerk who gets pleasure from abusing others, and a scum who creates pain to stimulate sexual desire.What is the difference between him and the little Japanese devil in the TV series.No, he is not as good as a little devil.At least the little devil did it for his confession, and Mu Chuan just liked pure abuse for no reason at all.This kind of scum should be destroyed humanely, why is it still alive.

The mb man is now sweating and cold, as if he just got out of the water, Sha's back hurts unbearably, how to help him solve it.Whether to stab him in the back or fuck him, I just beg Mu Chuan to give each other a good time and let him get out of here.

Mu Chuan grabbed his left hand, let it go and spread it flat, short and deep wounds scattered on his palm, some scabbed and some were red and festered.Zian was dizzy with pain and forgot what happened the day before.The triangular tip of the blade penetrates the old wound to make new blood.

"How did you do it?"

Zian was dizzy: "Um... what?"

"I say hands."

The blade changed places and continued to pierce.

"It fell...on the glass."

The blade twirled gently inside, Zi'an bent down in pain.

"It's so deep." The blade nodded to the left, "Is there a tendon next to it?"

"Yes... don't... hurt."

Mu Chuan laughed. He said that Zian and the glass fell very skillfully.The glass did not scatter everywhere, it was all broken into a small pile, and there was no wound anywhere else, all of which were gathered on the left hand.The tip of the knife gently cut the wound all over again, and Mu Chuan's voice seemed to be filled with regret: "If you are unhappy, tell me directly, how to torture yourself like this, it makes me feel distressed."

The left hand was turned over to reveal the back of the hand. It was a pair of beautiful hands.Slender and strong, with well-defined joints, pale and dull nails with a little light purple underneath.It is most suitable to use a steel needle of moderate thickness to hold the fingertips, tap it in with a small hammer, nail it into the deepest part, and then pull it out leaving dark purple thin marks.Or smash all ten fingers, blood and flesh splatter.After washing, it is pale and soft to the point of being really soft and boneless, and you can feel the bone scum when you press it down.

Mu Chuan kissed that hand with eyes full of love and pity on his face, then he would be insanely painful, how could he do that, he just thought about it... just thinking about it.

Zi'an wiped off the blood on his hands, took off Mu Chuan's pants, and put the stick of flowing water in his mouth, almost greedily swallowing.Just arrived in summer, the temperature was not high but not low, but he was shivering from the cold caused by Mu Chuan. He had a strong desire for the hot thing in his mouth. swirls inside.

Mu Chuan's breathing gradually became heavy, his eyes were closed tightly and his head raised slightly. He inserted his hands into Zian's hair and grasped it tightly. Great." The bitten lip was worn to the point of being glistening and bleeding, and Zian puffed his cheeks up and down between his legs.Mu Chuan still didn't think it was enough, so he put his hands on the back of his head and pressed on himself frantically.The big thing seemed to be piercing Zian's soft throat, making him whimper and gag, tightening and squeezing his gui reflexively, Mu Chuan was so happy that he was about to go crazy.

The throat was blocked too tightly, and the nose bumped and pressed against the pubic hair. Zian was so suffocated that his eyes turned black and he was about to suffocate. He choked Mu Chuan's leg painfully.Mu Chuan didn't think much of it either, the pain was insignificant compared to the pleasure, and it even aroused his desire even more.

Pulling his hands back hard, Mu Chuan pressed Zian's head tightly between his crotches, and sprayed hot Ye in his throat.Zian couldn't break free, and swallowed the semen in mouthfuls while coughing muffled.Rubbing his hard, prickly hair with his hands, Mu Chuan gradually relaxed and let out a satisfied sigh.

After pushing Zian away, I realized that I was too excited just now, and forgot to stop semen after I agreed.I handed over two pieces of paper and asked if I could spit them out.Zian beat his chest, coughed and waved his hands, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and continued to lick the residue on Mu Chuan's vagina.

Closing his mouth to feel the sticky and fishy smell, Zi'an's eyes were dimmed and his cheeks were flushed, and he looked up at him, looking very fragile and charming.I said in my heart, let me go, the service is in place today.He is so dedicated to work with injuries, and he can't get out of the line of fire if he is seriously injured.

The dedicated Zi'an soon stopped complaining.Mu Chuan opened a bottle of strong wine and poured it on his back. The fish had been scaled just now, but now the live fish was fried directly in the frying pan.The wound seemed to be pierced by countless fine needles, he screamed silently, shrank on the ground and twitched.

The palms were also poured with wine.Mu Chuan touched his bloody lips with the cold mouth of the bottle, and said with a smile, "There is blood on your mouth too, should I give you a sip of wine? You love this so much."

Zi'an turned his face away, his knuckles were blue and white, he was panting intermittently, and his body was shaking like chaff.

Mu Chuan looked at it for a while, knelt down and played with Zian's earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Stop seducing people, I'm about... I can't help it anymore. I must die on you."

The wound was white with wine sand, Mu Chuan wiped Zai Zi'an clean with a towel.The two small clamps on the chest were removed, and the swollen buttocks were black and purple in color, and there was some blood.The yin&jing tightly wrapped by tape on a whim is especially difficult to untangle.He carefully cut a small opening with a blade, poured some water, and tore it down little by little. He did not dare to use too much force and did not dare to use the wrong force, which made Mu Chuan sweat all over.

Mu Chuan put on clothes and trousers for Zian, and told him to take anti-inflammatory medicine immediately after returning home. Don't be shy and ask anyone to put good medicine on his back.Zian's spirit was a little better than before, and he put on his socks and shoes with trembling hands.Standing up tremblingly supporting the back of the sofa, his legs gave way and fell to the ground again.

He spoke, his voice floating in the clouds: "Master, wait... I'll go right away."

"Ah."

Zian half-kneeled on the ground, his upper body lying limply on the sofa.After resting for a while, he stood up, smoothed out every wrinkle on his clothes, and walked straight and stiff.It felt like his eyes were turning black, and his heart was pounding like a broken drum.Waves of hot blood surged up from his feet.

He has stretched to the limit, as if he could pass out by closing his eyes.

Mu Chuan asked if he should send him down.Zian shook his head, and asked politely if Mu Chuan, who was mopping the floor, needed his help to clean up the house together.

Mu Chuan smiled, thanked him and said no.

Mr. Bodyguard was waiting for him while reading a magazine below, watching Zian immediately go up to meet him after getting out of the elevator.She took him out silently and opened the car door for him.

Zi An sat on the seat, his back straight like a ruler.The little mermaid, who is crazy about the prince, seems to be dancing on the tip of a knife every step she takes, and Zi'an, who is crazy about Yin Mu Chuan, seems to be sitting on the tip of a knife at this moment.Stabbing the wine bottle, stuffing ice cubes, it was as if a big hole had been played in the back of the wound, it was extremely uncomfortable.He was no longer cold, and his back burned by that bottle of wine was like a fire, boiling hard.

The car drove smoothly, but his stomach was overwhelmed.The driver parked the car on the side of the road, Zi'an stumbled and ran over to support the street tree and vomited in the dark.White, red, green, yellow, vomit all colors, disgusting.Zian hugged the rough uncle and slid down weakly, with his head hanging on his chest, his hands mixed with the puddle of vomit and slowly inserted into the soil, bit by bit he gathered up and grasped a handful of soil tightly.

"brute."

His voice was very low, the bodyguard next to him couldn't hear him clearly, and handed him a bottle of water from behind.

He took the gargle.Mr. Bodyguard, who has always been not very talkative, may see that he is too miserable, so he asked him for advice: "Actually...Mr. Mu is a very nice person, so don't piss him off."

Zi'an's body shook when he heard these words, and his tears flowed from the water.The expression on his face seemed to be crying, smiling, and dumbfounding.Brother, each has its own division of labor and performs its duties.You and I are in different industries and there is no comparison at all.It is reasonable for him to treat me badly, and it is unbelievable for him to be kind to me.It's not that I provoked him unreasonably, so he punished me with nervous twitches.But our relationship has always been like this.

Mr. Bodyguard, who was as taciturn as an iron tower, helped him into the car and sent him home.Zian greeted the butler, and smiled stiffly at the girl who gave him toffee.The steps are very steady, and the back is very straight.His eyes are cold, and his chin is a little blue. From a distance, it doesn't look like an injury, but it looks like his stubble has just been shaved.The whole person has not changed much from when he first went out.

After going up the stairs and turning around, no one was there, so I leaned against the wall and moved forward a little bit, letting my weak feet continue to move forward.

Open the door, and a few steps away is the bed.But he still couldn't get there, and Zian fell directly to the ground.There was heat between the thighs, and it felt wet between the legs.

Blood is so hard to wash...

Zi'an thought, losing blood is better than bleeding.At least urine is much easier to wash than blood.

There was already a thick darkness in front of him, and the last thing he thought of was that he was really dying.

Mu Chuan... really wanted to kill him.

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