Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Mr. Nietzsche, I'm Han Sen."

Han Sen knocked on the door of Nietzsche's cell. Nietzsche didn't enjoy himself last night. When Han Sen went out, Nietzsche reminded him to come over early this morning, whether it's convenient or not.

In the end, Han Sen didn't even eat breakfast, so he went straight to Nietzsche.

"Come in."

Han Sen pushed open the door and walked in.

When he entered, Nietzsche was sitting at the dining table with crossed legs and a cigarette between his fingers. When he saw Han Sen enter the door, Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Han Sen.

Nietzsche's expression was somewhat unclear against the light that came in from the window.

It has been more than a year since he was imprisoned, and Han Sen's short hair that had been cut before has grown into thick, broken hair. The thin bangs are placed on his forehead, making Han Sen look even more handsome.

All the prisoners and guards in the prison knew that Han Sen, a Chinese kid, was now covered by Nietzsche, so he no longer needed to cut his hair regularly according to the prison's regulations.

After Han Sen entered the door, the two of them didn't say anything. Nietzsche was not a talkative person. He usually sat somewhere noble and cold, doing his own things quietly, or silently Observing the people around him; Han Sen forced himself to obey Nietzsche over the past year, and gradually formed a habit. Now as long as Nietzsche does not speak, he sits there like a sculpture. If Nietzsche tells him to do something, He would do it right away—of course, only in front of Nietzsche, because he was not a servile person by nature.

No one is groveling by nature, only a powerful and terrible inertia can bring about such an ending.

Han Sen sometimes thinks silently, although in his own eyes, Nietzsche is a living pervert, but there is a reason why he was able to become the leader of the gang at a young age——

For example, Nietzsche always talks less and does more. This is one of his great strengths. Some people talk all day long, but they don’t know how to solve the problems they face. Such people will only hurt themselves and the people around them.

In the past year, although Han Sen has been tortured by Nietzsche, he has also observed that Nietzsche has always been an activist. He solves problems immediately and never gives himself and the people around him a chance to delay.

Everyone has two sides. No matter how much Han Sen hated Nietzsche, he was very objective when evaluating him. It must be said that Han Sen was surprisingly rational in this regard.

Han Sen sat by Nietzsche's bed according to Nietzsche's habit, then took off his clothes, prepared everything, and waited for Nietzsche to do whatever he wanted to himself, as if his young body was born for Nietzsche .

Nietzsche smoked a cigarette slowly, then stood up and looked at Han Sen's clothes that were on the side and said, "That's what I'm wearing."

Han Sen was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Nietzsche to say such gossip, so he froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "Fortunately, I don't feel cold."

Since Han Sen said that, Nietzsche didn't say anything. He stood in front of Han Sen, took off his clothes slowly, and then sat on Han Sen's body.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's legs very carefully today. In the past, Han Sen always closed his eyes and didn't look anywhere. He followed Nietzsche's instructions and hurriedly finished his work.

But today, Han Sen just casually took a closer look, and suddenly found that Nietzsche's legs had almost no leg hair.

Han Sen didn't know what a woman's thighs looked like up close, but just looking at Nietzsche's legs, there was no blemish at all, like jade or something extremely smooth and delicate, and the skin color was shiny and well-proportioned slender.

Especially the calf, just looking at it, will definitely make people dream about it. I only think that Nietzsche's calf is beautiful and delicate, and it feels even more so when he touches it with his palm.

After Nietzsche supported Han Sen's shoulders and sat down slowly, Han Sen, who was wrapped in warmth for a moment, let out a low sigh. He grabbed the sheet behind him with both hands and tried to leave enough space for Nietzsche to take a comfortable position. .

Nietzsche tightly pursed his red lips, pressed Han Sen's shoulders, first moved up and down gently a few times, then pressed hard to the end, and then stopped suddenly.

Han Sen was taken aback, looked up at Nietzsche:

"What's the matter, Mr. Nietzsche, do you have any discomfort?"

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen expressionlessly, but the expression in his eyes seemed a little unhappy, "Do you want to have sex with a sculpture, please move a little while on the bed. I have done it on you so many times, When did you say you took the initiative?"

Han Sen blinked and said in a deep voice:

"You told me not to move around when we first started."

"To shut up."

Nietzsche slapped Han Sen's face suddenly,

"Don't talk back to me. You do it today. If I'm not satisfied, I won't make you comfortable."

Han Sen had seen what would happen to Nietzsche if he was not satisfied in bed. That was the real horror, so he nodded quickly, "Okay, Mr. Nietzsche, what position do you like?"

"In this position, I've never been below."

Han Sen nodded, stretched out his hands to pinch Nietzsche's waist, coupled with the movement of his legs, first slowly pushed up a few times, and then pushed in hard.

Nietzsche seemed to like it very much. He let out a low breath, and Han Sen continued with this posture and speed, "Wait a minute."

Nietzsche said suddenly, Han Sen stopped immediately, because following Nietzsche's order, his movements stopped suddenly, and his forehead was suddenly covered with thin sweat.

But during the more than one year with Nietzsche, he has exercised an extremely powerful control, because even in the process of doing this kind of thing, Nietzsche likes absolute control.

Although Han Sen has never communicated with others in this regard, he believes that the skills he has honed under Nietzsche, a control freak, must be unparalleled.

"What's the matter, Mr. Nietzsche?"

Han Sen still asked respectfully.

Nietzsche said in a deep voice, "Pass me a cigarette, and keep the current posture."

Han Sen nodded. This is not the first time he has seen this kind of thing. Nietzsche often likes to suddenly want to smoke a cigarette in the middle.

So, Han Sen, who was just [-] years old, got up straight, walked to the dining table holding this man who was maybe ten years older than him and taller than him, and then took a cigarette from the box. Snow-white cigarettes came out, and then he took a lighter, folded back to the bed and sat down.

"I'll light a fire for you."

Han Sen handed Nietzsche the cigarette in his hand, and Nietzsche put it in his mouth. Han Sen quickly lit Nietzsche, and said in a deep voice, "Can we continue?"

Nietzsche held the snow-white cigarette between two slender fingers, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then nodded silently.

Han Sen quickly grasped Nietzsche's waist with both hands, pushed upwards fiercely, then all came out, and then slammed into it.

Every time he pushed, Nietzsche took a puff of cigarette vigorously, and soon, one cigarette was exhausted.

Nietzsche pressed Han Sen's chest violently, pulled Han Sen's hair and said:

"Okay, lie down and let me fuck you."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche pressed Han Sen's shoulders and pushed him onto the bed to lie down. Han Sen supported himself, and Nietzsche sat down heavily. Han Sen, who was not used to it for a while, swallowed fiercely.

"Don't move."

Nietzsche said these words coldly, and then pressed Han Sen's chest with his slender hands. He stopped looking at Han Sen's face, pressed his red lips tightly, and moved up and down slightly. Then, without warning, he began to twist vigorously. The veins on Han Sen's head popped up, and he raised his hand suddenly, supporting Nietzsche's thin waist gently.

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Even though Han Sen is well developed, he is still a 9-year-old boy after all. When his body is growing, his experience is only with Nietzsche.

Nietzsche's hands were pressing on Han Sen's not-so-mature chest at this moment. Han Sen supported Nietzsche's mature adult male physique with a slightly thin body of a young man who hadn't fully grown. Han Sen could hardly breathe. , can only occasionally take a breath from Nietzsche's movements. He has to bear Nietzsche's heavy attacks and ensure that he can breathe smoothly. Soon, Han Sen is covered in sweat, and his hands are still carefully supporting Nietzsche's waist and forehead. Covered with sweat stains.

"Whoosh-"

Because of being swallowed, Han Sen felt it most thoroughly. It seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. Han Sen saw that a sticky liquid began to emerge from the top of Nietzsche, like a long silk thread slowly slipping down on Han Sen. The abdomen was tight and explained, and it looked straight. Nietzsche's cheeks began to reveal a slight red, his extremely beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and he exhaled hot air from his mouth.

Han Sen felt that Nietzsche was fast.

"Well……"

Nietzsche lowered his head suddenly and bit Han Sen's neck fiercely.

Han Sen suddenly felt pain, not ordinary pain, but sharp pain, but he just groaned in a low voice, and the louder he cried, Nietzsche.Lutheran's oath to abuse became more and more serious.

It's like obsessive-compulsive disorder.

When Nietzsche raised his head, he stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips. There were bright red blood stains on it. Then, Han Sen watched the white juice rush out and splash on his two lips.

Han Sen knew that his neck must be bleeding.

Nietzsche wiped his lips with his hand, and looked straight at Han Sen without blinking.

Han Sen reached out to wipe his lips clean, but Nietzsche pinched Han Sen's chin violently, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice, "Good boy, lick it clean."

Han Sen stared straight at Nietzsche. After enduring it for so long, a deep anger was inevitably stained on his young cheeks. Han Sen never wanted to do this. He is a man, and he hates men's bodies and Everything about men.

Nietzsche waved his hand violently, slapped Han Sen on the cheek, and then pinched Han Sen's chin with a ruthless expression, but the corner of his mouth was still slightly raised: "Are you disobedient again?"

Han Sen finally obediently licked the things around the corner of his mouth and swallowed.

Nietzsche got up, let Han Sen get out, and then knelt down a step forward,

"Help uncle clean up here too."

Han Sen looked at the thing and felt that the things he had left in Nietzsche just now were dripping onto his chest. From the angle of lying on his back, Han Sen could see the liquid dripping down. Come, when it slides down in the air, the drops are shining brightly.

Han Sen opened his mouth and sucked it in. Then, under Nietzsche's cold gaze, he licked it clean...

After Nietzsche finally finished, he lay on the bed and slept for a while. After Han Sen took a shower at Nietzsche's side, he went outside the corridor to get a broom and mop to clean Nietzsche's room.

These are usually things he does at noon, but since he is here, Han Sen can easily do it and forget it, so as to save himself having to come back to clean it at noon.

After the room was cleaned, Han Sen went out quietly, clutching his still painful neck, went to the infirmary of the prison to treat the wound on his neck, and then went to the cafeteria to drink some hot soup and eat Some long loaves, and finally went straight outside to have a look around.