pig iron

Mu Chuan fell in love with him directly and went into the bathroom.

Zian knelt on the ground with his legs wide open, his wrists buckled back, and his back straight.The hanging neck seemed to be broken, and the collarbone depression at the open collar shone seductively under the light, delicate and straight.

He won't walk, but he will definitely crawl.

Will not stand, but must kneel.

This one has been trained to go deep into the bone marrow almost instinctively.He can even sleep on his knees, and his posture is so standard that it is comparable to a textbook.Others thought that he was exhausted after being punished, but in fact, he felt refreshed when he moved his paralyzed calf.It's just a few kicks, a small case, it can't affect his normal performance at all.

Mu Chuan stood there condescendingly, rubbing the belt buckle with his hand, stretched out his foot to lift his lower body repeatedly and slowly, and said to him in a tone full of desire, take it off.

Zi Antuo took off cleanly and neatly, full of temptation.Quickly fold them into small pieces and put them in the corner.Leaning forward, he licked Mu Chuan's finger with his mouth, hooked it with his tongue and sucked it.Pick out the pin buckle for him, bite off the belt.

Mu Chuan held the belt with his right hand and slowly pulled it out, pinched Zian's chin with his left hand and lifted it up, looked at his dark eyes, stroked his trembling eyelashes, outlined the beautifully shaped and sharp corners of his eyes with his fingers, and bowed his head to him smile.He directly hit his face with a belt, and he was beaten so hard that he seemed to be knocked over, and he was directly thrown aside.

I felt dizzy, my face felt like it had been poured with hot oil, and my left ear buzzed.Zian crawled over while propping himself up on the ground, accidentally touched the slippery bottom of the pool, then quickly adjusted his posture and knelt down, tremblingly raised his head to look at Mu Chuan.His skin is fair and clean, as cold as water, and a neat square print appears on his face like a cloud and extends to his ears, which is very conspicuous.

Mu Chuan stretched out his belt and gently scratched the mark. He felt that being too close could not affect his performance, so he ordered him to back off.The belts were flying in the narrow space, and the precision of each hit was greeted to the face, one by one was more ruthless, as sharp as if a layer of skin was about to be ripped off.

The place is too small to move around.He could only shrink back slightly and let him whip violently.A belt was split from the top and scraped directly into the eye, Zian cried out in pain.Pulling it over again, Zi'an's body reacted like a conditioned reflex. With his left hand, he grabbed the belt with a tricky angle, and with his right hand, he subconsciously touched the bloodshot eyes that were dripping with tears.

He clenched it tightly, stretched his knuckles and grabbed it upwards, feeling that the belt in his hand was trying to be pulled out and then wrapped around his wrist and tightened downwards.

Dizzy, he heard Mu Chuan's voice.

release.

release.

Zi'an reacted in fear, but it was too late, his hands were trembling and he didn't know if he should let go of the thing in his hand.Trying to hug Mu Chuan and rub his crotch to please him.But Mu Chuan didn't give him this chance at all.

After the third release, Mu Chuan quickly pulled out what was in Zian's hand, so fast that his four fingers were dripping with blood.Flicking the belt in the air made a crisp sound, and directly grabbed the tail end and smashed the steel head down.Zian tilted his head slightly, not daring to dodge too much, let the metal head hit his head hard and cut his ear, bleeding hot blood.

This blow was so ruthless, Zian's head seemed to be pulled off the handbrake of a factory machine, and thousands of noises flooded into his ears.He reached out to touch his ear, lowered his head and kissed Mu Chuan's shoe tip indiscriminately, and repeated to him, I'm sorry.

The voice he made was like a drop of water in the ocean, quickly drowned out by the roar in his head, and he couldn't even hear it clearly.

Mu Chuan was obviously excited, his rapid breathing sounded in the limited space, and even his tone of voice was erratic and blurred that Zian couldn't hear.

He said, get up.

Mu Chuan folded the belt facing each other, grasped it firmly in his hand and stretched it down to Zian's chin, raised it once and hit him upwards, using movements to wake him up.Zian followed the rhythm of the belt, and as soon as he raised his head, Mu Chuan grabbed his hair and pushed him against the cold tiled wall.

Mu Chuan squeezed his mouth open, grabbed his chin firmly, stuffed the folded end of the belt into his mouth desperately, poked his throat fiercely, watched his eyebrows wrinkled and whimpered in pain, and waved his hands behind his back. Insert your fingers into the cracks in the bricks.

Zian instinctively resisted, gagged, and his body reacted automatically by squeezing the belt to let it go out.The corners of the mouth were cracked, and tears flowed from the choked eyes.He wanted to go in, he wanted to shove that thing down my throat and let me eat it.Just kidding, the throat is at a right angle, how to get in.Doing a deep throat is already strenuous enough, how to swallow this thing.

He looked at Mu Chuan pleadingly, his eyes were red like blood, there was a thin layer of watery light outside, and tears kept falling.

The belt was pulled out, Zian lay on the ground and vomited crazily, with snot and tears streaming down non-stop.After vomiting and washing it away, Mu Chuan handed over a paper handkerchief to dry his face again.

Zi'an seemed to be caught in an endless loop.

The hair is pulled down, the Adam's apple is raised high, and the Adam's apple is rolled up and down. The angle is well adjusted and the belt smoothly enters one head.Zian swallowed desperately, and the saliva that flowed out wet his entire chin and neck.Unable to swallow, the belt was vomited out.He pulled it out and slapped him in the face.

"Swallow it, don't spit it out."

Zi Antun, can't swallow it.Unable to swallow it, Mu Chuan pulled out his belt and forced him to curl up in a corner, and let him beat him if he didn't dare to resist.After the beating, Mu Chuan took a drunken attitude, as if in a dream, calling his name softly and intoxicated.

Zi'an, Zi'an.

Then the pants chain was opened, and the thick and long one under the body was frantically pulled.

Repeat, repeat, and so on, round after round begins to end.After masturbating, then stuffing, after stuffing, then masturbating, the interval in the middle is a song with a crisp belt.

Even when Zi'an rolled and trembled and whimpered and begged for mercy, his voice was broken into pieces and he couldn't pick it up anymore.He will put his index finger in the middle, look very sexy, smile slightly, and say to him softly, in a low voice, in public.

Zi'an's mouth was full of blood, his face was numb from the pain, and he couldn't see or hear.Dizzy and dizzy, he calmed his nerves in the gap, and saw a tall, unclear outline in front of him, which looked familiar.

Zian was very dizzy, his head was as stupid as if it had been filled with lead.In a daze, I thought this is my dad, why is it so similar, tall and broad shoulders.It turned out that it also whipped me, and the pulley became round, but it didn't hurt.He is not even very good at tools like belts, which are soft and need to find a strong point. It may be better to use rattan directly.He didn't hide at first, thinking that it was normal to be whipped by his father by mistake.As a result, Ziran just instigated him, saying that people who are beaten and refuse to run are stupid.He runs, and he will fight back when he gets older.Lao Tzu, who was beaten by his son, was very ashamed and refused to hit him again. He just shot out angrily and then retracted silently, sighing helplessly under his cold confrontation.

After that, there is no later.

It is the glory of a son to be beaten by his father, and the scars on his body are the medals of his father's education.Zi'an thought, if he is willing to hit me again, it doesn't matter if he stops.It's better than ignoring me, better than refusing to talk to me, better than being angry enough to ask me to fetch his body.

He was very embarrassing. At that time, he thought that he was called Ruan Zheng when he grew up.Later, even whispered, begged, drunk, unconscious, with a strong sense of sex, called other people's father.He thought he would have no face to see his father again, and the father and son were like a joke whether they lived or died.

Mu Chuan ejaculated, and the viscous, warm liquid flowed from his face to his neck, mixed with saliva, blood, tears, and his bruised face, like a messy palette of flowers and paint.

The belt went in, and there was no gag response in the throat.With a push, it went down until it was completely submerged, and there was a tearing pain all the way.Cold metal touched his lips, and he swallowed down and bit it.

Mu Chuan was overjoyed, it was very inhumane.Zian with a belt stuck in his mouth was thrown in the bathroom.I stuffed my still semi-rigid cock into my pants, zipped it up and went outside to wash my face.

Zi'an collapsed the moment the door was closed, lying on the ground with hands and feet curled up, his body twitched twice.He slowly stretched out his finger, moved it to his mouth, and gently pulled out the thing in his mouth, trying to pull it out.

Mu Chuan's clothes and shoes were neat, his flushes dissipated, and his breathing calmed down.The anesthetized illusion of happiness in his eyes has disappeared, his expression is calm, and his thoughts are clear.It was completely different from the lewd and debauched crazy image just now, as if it was the same as usual.

There were still drops of water on his face, so Mu Chuan opened the door and went in.Zi'an suddenly knelt up quickly, but couldn't support his body any longer. He leaned on the ground with his hands and his legs were wide open.The waist line on the back is concave, and the plump buttocks are lined out underneath. The posture is very attractive from the side, and it looks like a dog lying down from the front.

Mu Chuan knew that this was a deep-rooted habit of his, so he smiled and patted his face lightly, and said something that Zian couldn't hear.

Mu Chuan sent Zian directly to the doctor for treatment.After the belt was taken out, a mouthful of blood gushed out.Mouth, nose and ear bleeding, tympanic membrane perforation, esophagus mild tear.

The hospital had a good relationship with Mu Chuan, no one would tell the truth about such severe abuse, and no one would stand up for the patient with a sense of justice.Mu Chuan felt very embarrassed, [-]% ashamed, not enough for outsiders.

He stayed silently beside Zi'an in the ward.The faces of the people on the bed were all red, with black and purple borders shining greasy, swollen as if they were about to be stretched apart.Gauze was wrapped around his ears, and he was dripping with his left hand, and he was already in a deep sleep under the influence of the medicine.

Mu Chuan grabbed his right hand and looked at the ugly face quietly.He stood up and leaned over to kiss his neck, and whispered sorry.

No need to be sorry, Zian has adapted and got used to it.