The man kept looking at him intently, and the pain in his eyes deepened little by little: You are my slave. The man sighed like a whispering to himself, slowly squatting down, his fingertips streaked across his eyebrows.
The finger was obviously cold, but it left a hot temperature like a soldering iron: You will always belong to me
Master... Slave... These two words are like a key, opening the dusty door to memory
Many blurry images surged out: blood, punishment, beating, pain... His pupils suddenly contracted with fear, and the words that continued to strengthen and repeat in the past few months began to show magic:
I am a slave, the most humble existence
...The body, will, and soul of the slave belong to the master
...No need to speak or think. The only purpose of survival is to dedicate yourself to your master
Now the master is in front of him
He felt danger in his groggy mind
I am vaguely aware that I must react to the master's call, otherwise I will be beaten
Then his body was sore and weak that he had no strength. He could only turn his head with all his might and lick his master's leather shoes in a panic
A strange color flashed in the owner's eyes, but it did not stop him. He just stroked his head silently, as if comforting a frightened puppy
The caress was quiet and powerful, and he slowly calmed down, raised his head, and looked at the master in confusion.
The master smiled at him, his eyes were gentle and desolate
The familiar expression made his heart rush. In a trance, it seemed that someone had once stared at him silently with the same eyes. The smile was soft and sad, just like the sunset quietly falling in the west.
The heart of the death of lead suddenly felt severe pain, as if it was pierced by a sharp long needle, so painful that he could hardly breathe, but he still tried hard to open his eyes because he didn't want to miss the tenderness in the other person's eyes.
The master smiled and said softly: Call the master
He opened his mouth, his throat that had not been pronounced for a long time, and spit out two dry and untuned syllables: Lord...man...
The hand that touched him trembled, as if the strings were being plucked for no reason, but the sound was still stable: Call the master
Owner
Call the master
Owner
This monotonous conversation lasted for a long time, and his speaking function finally slowly recovered, and he could call out the master fluently
However, he hadn't eaten normally for a long time and had just experienced a fierce relationship. He gradually felt exhausted and didn't dare to stop.
But the owner had noticed it, took out a bag of milk with body temperature from his pocket, poured it into a dog food bowl in the corner, patted his head, and said: Go!
This is the first time in so many days that he can taste the food with his tongue, but it neither makes him happier nor makes him sad
My heart is like a big hole, no matter what you throw in it, it will not cause any ripple
A bag of milk was not enough to replenish his physical fitness, but his half-hungry state made him awake a little. He raised his head and the master was looking at him, smiling, but his eyes seemed to be crying.
Why?
This question flashed through his mind
Too complicated, he doesn't want to think about it
As long as you don't think, you won't suffer any more
A chain with a lock tied to his collar, and the owner pointed to him in the direction of the bathroom: Go take a shower and lock this on the water pipe, do you know where to put it? After that, a very faint smile appeared on his face.
He does know
The owner's smile may have a different meaning, but he was too lazy to pay attention to it. He numbly tied the iron chain to the water inlet pipe and stuffed the key into the back hole, but when the water flowed down from the shower, he still stunned him slightly.
It's actually hot water!
Isn't he a slave? How could he use hot water for him?
This sudden question made his heart ache slightly
He's just a slave?
Just a slave...
He turned over and chewed this sentence. It was just a fact, but why did he feel sour and inexplicable, as if something was slowly shattering and disappearing, and would never come back
The dry eyes gradually became a little swollen and painful, but the tears could no longer flow out. He clenched his right hand into his mouth, suppressing the whimpering sounds that seemed to be mournful and sobbing from the depths of his throat.
Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah The untuned voice escaped from the broken lips, and the water flowed down from the shower, causing mist to spread out the room.
What are you doing? Haven't you finished washing? With this scolding, the light suddenly became prosperous. He raised his head in shock. The master was standing at the door, turning the light in the bathroom to the maximum, staring at himself with fierce and arrogant eyes, like a lonely wolf that had been trekking in the snow for a long time, staring at his prey
He hurriedly took out the key from his anus, unbuttoned the iron chain, and was about to close the water, but he was shocked again when he raised his eyes.
The master slowly took off his shoes and socks, threw them aside without any concern, followed by the top, belt, pants... His body was so perfect that he had no fat at all appeared in front of him, and he was naked under the light!
For a moment, his breathing had stopped and his brain was completely blank
The master smiled coldly, suddenly bullied him, grabbed his hair and forced him to tilt back, and a trace of blood burst out in his eyes: You are my slave, and you will always belong to me...
He was pressed against the wall, his feet slipped, and both of them fell to the ground
The master turned over and pressed on him, slapped him hard on the face with his backhand, making his eyes look like stars, and a smell of blood suddenly appeared in his mouth.
He was instinctively struggling, but he was firmly pressed by his two strong arms and could not move at all.
The heavy breath rubbed against his neck, and the master murmured in his ear: It will always belong to me...
His legs were spread apart roughly, and his hot clone was inserted into the end without any foreplay, which made him feel like his internal organs were being pushed out. He wanted to vomit but couldn't.
The whip on his back cracked again, slowly oozing out light red blood, and was washed away by the water flow.
But he can't feel the pain anymore
The hot water flowing down rapidly was very hot, but the owner's body was even hotter. Every impact seemed to have exhausted all his strength, like a dying person performing his last performance in his life.
Slap, grab, bite... Sex without any skills can ignite the love flames more than ever
Like boiling water pouring snow, like strong wind passing by, it immediately drove away the slightest awakening that he had just recovered without a trace
The world seemed to shatter into millions of pieces, spinning rapidly:
He remembered that he was forced to pose in various shameful positions, enduring the desires of men countless times, from the initial shame and anger to the later numbness and indifference...
He remembered that he was once tenderly embraced, cared for and cherished
That drop of honey in despair opened the ultimate door to darkness...
However, he has never been so naked with someone
Naked body, body entangled, like two crazy beasts, engaging in the most primitive intercourse
The tightly wrapped arms seemed to squeeze the other person into powder and melt into each other's flesh and blood
Without love, having sex is good
Physical friction, piston movement, how many people spend their lives like walking dead
A love affair without emotion can also burn the fire
Gasp
Two completely naked bodies, tangled like octopus, and the heavy breathing sound echoed in low
The scorching water flows down from the shower overhead, as anxious as time never looking back
Light, food, hot water...only the owner can bring it, this is what the owner is trying to remember
Actually, there is no need
A dull life does not need light, and the remaining body does not need to be continued. As long as it can make him forget the past, numb the heart, and let love sleep
The perfection of the body fills the emptiness of the mind
The love shackles and hatreds collapse one by one, and the soft heart suddenly revealed, naked and helpless as a newborn baby
The seven treasure tower, the illusion of the heavenly demon burning the palace, the upside down and lost
He smiled sadly in the illusion of collapse, his throat sweetened, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large pool of blood.
I will always belong to me... Holding the fainting body tightly, I will whisper, with a confused and stubborn expression, like a child holding his beloved candy
Something rolled down from his eyes, dripping on the naked chest of the slave in his arms
That's a tear
Cold, and hot
The finger was obviously cold, but it left a hot temperature like a soldering iron: You will always belong to me
Master... Slave... These two words are like a key, opening the dusty door to memory
Many blurry images surged out: blood, punishment, beating, pain... His pupils suddenly contracted with fear, and the words that continued to strengthen and repeat in the past few months began to show magic:
I am a slave, the most humble existence
...The body, will, and soul of the slave belong to the master
...No need to speak or think. The only purpose of survival is to dedicate yourself to your master
Now the master is in front of him
He felt danger in his groggy mind
I am vaguely aware that I must react to the master's call, otherwise I will be beaten
Then his body was sore and weak that he had no strength. He could only turn his head with all his might and lick his master's leather shoes in a panic
A strange color flashed in the owner's eyes, but it did not stop him. He just stroked his head silently, as if comforting a frightened puppy
The caress was quiet and powerful, and he slowly calmed down, raised his head, and looked at the master in confusion.
The master smiled at him, his eyes were gentle and desolate
The familiar expression made his heart rush. In a trance, it seemed that someone had once stared at him silently with the same eyes. The smile was soft and sad, just like the sunset quietly falling in the west.
The heart of the death of lead suddenly felt severe pain, as if it was pierced by a sharp long needle, so painful that he could hardly breathe, but he still tried hard to open his eyes because he didn't want to miss the tenderness in the other person's eyes.
The master smiled and said softly: Call the master
He opened his mouth, his throat that had not been pronounced for a long time, and spit out two dry and untuned syllables: Lord...man...
The hand that touched him trembled, as if the strings were being plucked for no reason, but the sound was still stable: Call the master
Owner
Call the master
Owner
This monotonous conversation lasted for a long time, and his speaking function finally slowly recovered, and he could call out the master fluently
However, he hadn't eaten normally for a long time and had just experienced a fierce relationship. He gradually felt exhausted and didn't dare to stop.
But the owner had noticed it, took out a bag of milk with body temperature from his pocket, poured it into a dog food bowl in the corner, patted his head, and said: Go!
This is the first time in so many days that he can taste the food with his tongue, but it neither makes him happier nor makes him sad
My heart is like a big hole, no matter what you throw in it, it will not cause any ripple
A bag of milk was not enough to replenish his physical fitness, but his half-hungry state made him awake a little. He raised his head and the master was looking at him, smiling, but his eyes seemed to be crying.
Why?
This question flashed through his mind
Too complicated, he doesn't want to think about it
As long as you don't think, you won't suffer any more
A chain with a lock tied to his collar, and the owner pointed to him in the direction of the bathroom: Go take a shower and lock this on the water pipe, do you know where to put it? After that, a very faint smile appeared on his face.
He does know
The owner's smile may have a different meaning, but he was too lazy to pay attention to it. He numbly tied the iron chain to the water inlet pipe and stuffed the key into the back hole, but when the water flowed down from the shower, he still stunned him slightly.
It's actually hot water!
Isn't he a slave? How could he use hot water for him?
This sudden question made his heart ache slightly
He's just a slave?
Just a slave...
He turned over and chewed this sentence. It was just a fact, but why did he feel sour and inexplicable, as if something was slowly shattering and disappearing, and would never come back
The dry eyes gradually became a little swollen and painful, but the tears could no longer flow out. He clenched his right hand into his mouth, suppressing the whimpering sounds that seemed to be mournful and sobbing from the depths of his throat.
Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah,Ah The untuned voice escaped from the broken lips, and the water flowed down from the shower, causing mist to spread out the room.
What are you doing? Haven't you finished washing? With this scolding, the light suddenly became prosperous. He raised his head in shock. The master was standing at the door, turning the light in the bathroom to the maximum, staring at himself with fierce and arrogant eyes, like a lonely wolf that had been trekking in the snow for a long time, staring at his prey
He hurriedly took out the key from his anus, unbuttoned the iron chain, and was about to close the water, but he was shocked again when he raised his eyes.
The master slowly took off his shoes and socks, threw them aside without any concern, followed by the top, belt, pants... His body was so perfect that he had no fat at all appeared in front of him, and he was naked under the light!
For a moment, his breathing had stopped and his brain was completely blank
The master smiled coldly, suddenly bullied him, grabbed his hair and forced him to tilt back, and a trace of blood burst out in his eyes: You are my slave, and you will always belong to me...
He was pressed against the wall, his feet slipped, and both of them fell to the ground
The master turned over and pressed on him, slapped him hard on the face with his backhand, making his eyes look like stars, and a smell of blood suddenly appeared in his mouth.
He was instinctively struggling, but he was firmly pressed by his two strong arms and could not move at all.
The heavy breath rubbed against his neck, and the master murmured in his ear: It will always belong to me...
His legs were spread apart roughly, and his hot clone was inserted into the end without any foreplay, which made him feel like his internal organs were being pushed out. He wanted to vomit but couldn't.
The whip on his back cracked again, slowly oozing out light red blood, and was washed away by the water flow.
But he can't feel the pain anymore
The hot water flowing down rapidly was very hot, but the owner's body was even hotter. Every impact seemed to have exhausted all his strength, like a dying person performing his last performance in his life.
Slap, grab, bite... Sex without any skills can ignite the love flames more than ever
Like boiling water pouring snow, like strong wind passing by, it immediately drove away the slightest awakening that he had just recovered without a trace
The world seemed to shatter into millions of pieces, spinning rapidly:
He remembered that he was forced to pose in various shameful positions, enduring the desires of men countless times, from the initial shame and anger to the later numbness and indifference...
He remembered that he was once tenderly embraced, cared for and cherished
That drop of honey in despair opened the ultimate door to darkness...
However, he has never been so naked with someone
Naked body, body entangled, like two crazy beasts, engaging in the most primitive intercourse
The tightly wrapped arms seemed to squeeze the other person into powder and melt into each other's flesh and blood
Without love, having sex is good
Physical friction, piston movement, how many people spend their lives like walking dead
A love affair without emotion can also burn the fire
Gasp
Two completely naked bodies, tangled like octopus, and the heavy breathing sound echoed in low
The scorching water flows down from the shower overhead, as anxious as time never looking back
Light, food, hot water...only the owner can bring it, this is what the owner is trying to remember
Actually, there is no need
A dull life does not need light, and the remaining body does not need to be continued. As long as it can make him forget the past, numb the heart, and let love sleep
The perfection of the body fills the emptiness of the mind
The love shackles and hatreds collapse one by one, and the soft heart suddenly revealed, naked and helpless as a newborn baby
The seven treasure tower, the illusion of the heavenly demon burning the palace, the upside down and lost
He smiled sadly in the illusion of collapse, his throat sweetened, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large pool of blood.
I will always belong to me... Holding the fainting body tightly, I will whisper, with a confused and stubborn expression, like a child holding his beloved candy
Something rolled down from his eyes, dripping on the naked chest of the slave in his arms
That's a tear
Cold, and hot
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