Straight Men Taming

Chapter 4 Why do you want to come back

The two attendants are strong young men, so full of energy that they have nowhere to vent their energy. One holds down Song Zhe's struggling body and hands, and the other pulls Song Zhe's pants down. Feng Jun, who is stepping on his head and hands, also kicks hard Song Zhe had two feet on his head.

"No, let me go!"

"Please, let me go!"

"Please, don't, don't! Let me go!"

"Please, please!"

Song Zhe cried out until his throat became hoarse, begging for mercy, and struggling with all his strength, but he was still weak.

The pants were still taken off, and together with Song Zhe's underwear, they were picked up on the knees by two boys.

Feng Jun lifted Song Zhe up and threw him into the corner. Two followers stepped on Song Zhe's shoulders one by one, making him unable to move.

Song Zhe sat on the cold concrete floor with bare buttocks, the masculine features between his legs looked a little pitiful in Song Zhe's trembling body, Feng Jun sneered, grabbed Song Zhe's hair, and looked at Song Zhe's tear-stained and desperate face , very proud in his heart, he was excited by the pleasure after venting the violence.

Feng Jun glanced at Song Zhe's masculinity, made a disgusted expression like wanting to vomit, grabbed Song Zhe's hair and slammed it against the wall, "Aren't you fucking gay, are you excited when you look at men's things? Ah! Just eunuch you, don't you still have to thank me!" As he spoke, he kicked Song Zhe in the stomach, and looked down at Song Zhe who was curled up in pain with cold eyes.

Song Zhe was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his face was pale, his head was knocked out of the wound, and he felt blood oozing out. He suddenly remembered the last time when his head was injured, he once hugged him in a warm embrace. His strong arms were like treasures. Hugging himself tightly in general, he once thought it was the other side of happiness.

Song Zhe clenched his lower lip and stopped begging for mercy. He couldn't control his tears, but he didn't look at the three violent people anymore.

His unresponsive face made Feng Jun feel bored, and suddenly lost interest, he kicked Song Zhe twice, and then told the two servants to go home, before leaving, he did not forget to step on Song Zhe's face a few more times .

After Feng Jun left, Song Zhe finally lost his support, and collapsed on the concrete floor of the classroom leaning against the wall. The weather had gradually turned hot, but the evening wind blowing in was still slightly cool.

Song Zhe covered his face, tears kept falling down, bit his lips, and finally buried his head in sobs and choked up sobbing.

It's not that the teacher didn't know, and the students also watched with cold eyes.

Everyone in this county will run away even if they see him covered in bruises, and even a few years old children will spit and curse at Song Zhe when they meet Song Zhe on the street: "Pervert gay!

Song Zhe leaned his head against the wall, the dizzy discomfort made him seem to see that person in a trance, and he smiled with two dimples on his face, looking like a young man who knows no sorrow.

The man walked into him with a smile, stretched out his hand gently, and called softly: "Song Zhe... let's go home..."

"Wang Cheng..." Song Zhe involuntarily stretched out his hands to grab something, but he staggered forward and fell on the concrete floor.

Yes, that person has left.

When she found out that she liked him, she left.

He doesn't want himself, he hates himself so much, how could it appear.

Song Zhe knelt on the ground, howling in pain like a wounded beast.

Memories flashed one after another, and Song Zhe seemed to still feel the pain of his fingers being stepped on the soles of his feet.

Sitting in a daze for a long time, until the coolness of the night wind made him shiver, Song Zhe staggered up while holding the door, and stumbled towards the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, he buried his head in the pillow and took a deep breath.

Why did you appear in front of me again!The world is so big, so I always meet you?

But I clearly swore that I would spend decades in this desolate life.

We have no fate in this life, and say goodbye to the next life.

I only wish that life after life, I will never see you again.

Song Zhe thought that the matter of Wang Cheng was over, and he put down his harsh words and face, no matter what happened, it was impossible for Wang Cheng to find him again.

But when he got off work the next day and saw Wang Cheng standing at the gate of the airport waving his hands and smiling at him, Song Zhe felt that God was playing with him.

Song Zhe planned to ignore it and walked out of the airport, but Wang Cheng followed him closely, and kept saying:

"Song Zhe, are you off work?"

"Song Zhe, what are you eating tonight?"

"Song Zhe, you're so handsome when you're not in the air!"

"Song Zhe..."

He covered his ears unbearably, and ran all the way to the parking lot, ready to drive the car and run away, but he didn't expect that as soon as he opened the car door, another hand reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Turning his head, he saw Wang Cheng's hippie smiling face, "Song Zhe, I don't have a car, you can't leave me here alone, right?"

"There is a bus!" Song Zhe said through gritted teeth.

After bumping away from Wang Cheng, Song Zhe got in and immediately closed the car door, pressed the start button, stepped on the accelerator, left Wang Cheng standing there dancing and shouting, and quickly slipped out of the parking lot.

Song Zhe thought that Wang Cheng should give up now, but he didn't expect the next day, the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, and the sixth day. . .

Wang Cheng seemed to have figured out his schedule, waiting for him at the gate of the airport every day, and Song Zhe felt that his whole brain was hurting.

One day, he finally couldn't stand Wang Cheng's stalking and yelled loudly, "What the hell are you doing!"

Wang Cheng pouted with aggrieved lips, muttering: "I want to make it up to you."

"No need!" Song Zhe wished he could kick the guy in front of him to death, no matter how annoying he looked.

"Then I want to be your friend!" Wang Cheng said resolutely.

"I have no shortage!" Song Zhe continued to grit his teeth.

"You have to give me a chance!" Wang Cheng was anxious.

"What chance is it for you? Why the fuck did you come back to China for these shitty things? You don't go to work! You don't make money! You're so busy every day, don't you!" Hang it on the plane and let it go directly to the sky, so as not to save him from running around in front of your eyes every day.

"I don't have a job," said Wang Cheng, sniffling, looking very aggrieved, "I came back to China to find you. I live in a hotel every day, and when I wake up, I wait for you to get off work. Now I have almost no money. Already." He sighed, and continued, "I don't know how many days it will take to stay on the street."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Song Zhe was furious, "Then you go back to Singapore!"

"I will never go back! If you don't forgive me and make me compensate you, I will never leave! I want to develop in the provincial capital, stay with you, and see you happy, and I will be content. "Wang Cheng's brown eyes were full of firm gaze, and they focused on Song Zhe like fire, speaking sincerely.

Song Zhe shivered, touched the goosebumps on his arms, thinking how he hadn't noticed this guy before, so he had to be careful.

"Then you go back to Singapore quickly, don't stay in the country, I said we don't owe each other." Song Zhe planned to persuade him.

"No, I owe you. You were so kind to me back then, why did I mess up!" As he said, Wang Cheng grabbed Song Zhe's shoulder and stared at him, "Song Zhe, let me live in your house go?"

"Ah bah!" A pair of big male hands gripped his shoulders tightly. The pinching sensation was so familiar that he was confused in his mind. Song Zhe subconsciously shook off his forceful hand, and suddenly became furious, "So you are here Waiting for me! I mean, why are you so thick-skinned to pester me, so you want to live in a free hotel, right?"

After speaking, Song Zhe kicked Wang Cheng hard on the calf, opened the car door and sat in, rolled down the window and said to Wang Cheng: "If you have no place to live, you can sleep on the street, I will never take you in! "

After driving his own car, Song Zhe left without a trace.

Wang Cheng's legs were numb from the kick, and seeing Song Zhe's car drifting away, he muttered: "You really have to be ruthless..."

Song Zhe drove home in a small car. It was not the first time he had seen Wang Cheng's difficult kung fu. He had learned it as early as 10 years ago.

It was the second half of the second year of high school, and the 17-year-old Wang Cheng was too dazzling.

The breath of the city, the arrogance of youth, and the strong body.

Whenever Wang Cheng runs on the basketball court, the girls always scream.

He is like a prosperous superstar, his eyes are full of electricity, like a walking hormone.

Song Zhe couldn't help but be attracted by him, and his gaze gradually changed from envy to infatuation.

Wang Cheng's every move affected his nerves, whenever he was playing basketball, he would be there every game.

Song Zhe always sits beside the court and watches quietly. He will not scream like a girl, nor will he shout like a fan. He just engraves Wang Cheng's energetic figure in his mind over and over again.

On the day of the accident, he was on the sidelines of the court looking intently at Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng dribbled the ball and turned around, stepped up, hurdled, and made a three-pointer!

This coherent movement was so handsome that Song Zhe couldn't help applauding vigorously, cheering for Wang Cheng.

Just when he was excited, the basketball in Wang Cheng's hand hit Song Zhe's head with a "bang" by mistake.

Song Zhe was dizzy from being hit at the moment, his eyes were black, and he used his hands to touch the place where he was hit, and when he took it off, it was full of blood.

The pain began to spread from the wound, and he couldn't support himself and fell to the ground.

Wang Cheng rushed over, covered in cold sweat from shock, and immediately picked him up in a panic.

Song Zhe was only about 175 back then, and his body lacked exercise and he had no flesh, so it was not difficult to be hugged by Wang Cheng's 185.

Wang Cheng asked the classmates who came and went to say hello to the head teacher, and then rushed to the hospital with Song Zhe in his arms.

Song Zhe was knocked into a daze, the wound on his head was in severe pain, and his mind was dizzy, but he felt that he was leaning in a warm embrace, held firmly by a pair of strong arms.

He squinted slightly and looked up, and Wang Cheng's handsome face covered with sweat came into view.

The handsome young man hugged himself to his chest like a treasure, and kept running forward, his beating heart could be heard in his ears.

"Plop, plop, plop"

Song Zhe felt a shock when he recalled this scene even after many years.

This dream is too beautiful, so it is destined to be punctured.

But if you stay here, maybe all the pain will not happen.

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