Waiting Upon You

There is everything in Feng Hao's bathroom, Ling Lang discovered this on the first day he came, but Feng Hao didn't ask him to use it, so he could only pretend he didn't see it.

Ling Lang cleaned himself inside and out, picked up the tail that Feng Hao left for him, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly sent it behind him.

Maybe it was because the first time, the size Feng Hao prepared for him was not big, so he could enter it easily, but also because of this, Ling Lang always had a lot of leeway to worry that it would fall out, so he had to tighten the sphincter all the time .

Ling Lang took a look in the mirror, and the part left outside the body showed a hook-like arc, like a tail raised high.

After wearing it, Ling Lang could neither sit nor lie down, but could only stand, lie down, or lie on his stomach. Even when he was kneeling, he had to raise his buttocks slightly so as not to let the hard tail hit the floor.

Ling Lang completed half of the order on the note, and the rest was to wait. He walked around the bedroom uncomfortably, and finally decided to go to the door and wait for Feng Hao to come home.

There was a round cushion placed at the front door of Feng Hao's house. Ling Lang didn't know its purpose at first, but now he knew, he knelt down on the cushion obediently, felt a little tired after kneeling for a while, and curled up again lie down.

Feng Hao didn't come back, so he just lay there thinking wildly, thinking about everything, but the most important thing was when Feng Hao would come back.

He suddenly discovered that since he came here, the one thing he has done the most is to wait—waiting for Feng Hao to prepare dinner, waiting for Feng Hao to clean the room, waiting for Feng Hao to bathe him... and waiting for Feng Hao to come home, it seems that he has entered This door, he spends most of his time waiting for someone.

His body is not his own, his mind is shared with another, and now even his time is unknowingly given to the other, an invisible rein is derived from the invisible collar, and the other end of the rein is held by that person. Holding her in his hands, those hands were as warm as jade, with slender fingers, which made him want to kneel down and kiss his fingertips reverently.

Half-dream and half-awake, Ling Lang vaguely heard footsteps coming from outside the door, and sat up in a jerk. He had already forgotten about the tail, until the pain behind him reminded him, and he hissed. Cool.

When Feng Hao opened the door and came in, the first thing he saw was Ling Lang meekly kneeling at the door to greet him, and he couldn't help giving him an approving smile.

"Separate your legs, keep your feet together, and put your hands on the ground." He gently slid his palms over the opponent's body, explaining the essentials of each movement every time he passed, "land on your toes, press your waist down, and turn your butt up. "

Ling Lang did as he said, "Finally, raise your head proudly, a little higher, very good, that's it."

Feng Hao was very satisfied with Ling Lang's comprehension, "This is the posture of greeting, remember?"

Ling Lang nodded.

"Come and wag your tail."

Ling Lang was a little embarrassed, and twisted stiffly twice, the movement was so small that it was almost invisible, but fortunately Feng Hao didn't scold him, "It's okay, you will have time to practice slowly in the future."

After Feng Hao finished speaking, he walked to the bedroom, Ling Lang obediently followed behind him.

"How long has it been since you were released?" Feng Hao took off his suit jacket and hung it in the closet, asking casually as if chatting.

Ling Lang didn't expect him to ask this question the first time he opened his mouth, so he faltered and replied, "Ten days." Since coming here, Feng Hao has never touched him, and he has been abstinent until now.

"You performed well today, I want to reward you," Feng Hao patted his head, "Go and wait for me on the bed."

Ling Lang shyly climbed onto the bed and started a new round of waiting, but this time Feng Hao didn't keep him waiting for too long. When he reappeared, he had already changed into a set of casual clothes, and he was still holding Ling Lang's familiar clothes. that box.

"Lie down," Feng Hao ordered when he saw that he was being dishonest, "Don't look around when you get on the bed, or you'll cover your eyes."

Ling Lang quickly lowered his head, watching his heart, no matter what sounds Feng Hao made from the side, he forced himself not to look.

Feng Hao went to bed, and as soon as the thing in his hand touched Ling Lang's body, he realized that it was a rope.It wasn't the first time Ling Lang was tied up, let alone by Feng Hao, but it was the first time that he was naked and directly in contact with the rope.

Feng Hao's movements were slow and steady as always, leaving enough time for Ling Lang to imagine his graceful movements.The ankles of his two feet were fixed at the base of his thighs, and his two forearms were also entangled in circles. Finally, his hands and feet were tied to both ends of a knot, and his limbs lost their freedom at the same time.

Ling Lang, who couldn't move, felt very uncomfortable. His legs were greatly separated, his neck and knees bore most of the weight of his body, and his private parts were exposed to the air unreservedly. The familiar sense of treachery struck again.

In order to maintain this posture, he had to tense all his muscles, and soon he felt tired, and his body relaxed, relaxed, and relaxed uncontrollably.

The rope restrained his movements, and Ling Lang realized that even if he relaxed, it would not affect his posture. He began to try to shed all his strength and give everything to the rope tied to his body.

He closed his eyes, and the soreness was gradually replaced by the comfort of muscle stretching. Slowly, his mood settled down, his mind began to empty, his body was tightly bound, but his spirit was relaxed to the extreme.

A low chuckle sounded, and Ling Lang recovered from Nan Keyi's dream.

"Don't fall asleep," Feng Hao's fingers slid down his spine, "It hasn't started yet."

He pulled out the tail behind Ling Lang, and replaced it with two fingers wearing finger gloves. With the previous expansion, the fingers easily penetrated to the bottom, and found the most sensitive spot with great precision.

"Is it here?" Feng Hao scratched lightly, and Ling Lang let out an uncontrollable groan.

"Looks like it is," Feng Hao moved his fingers slowly, "Have you tried only coming from behind?"

Ling Lang panted lightly and shook his head.

When Feng Hao got the answer he wanted, he stopped speaking. His fingertips were still moving rhythmically. The force was neither strong nor weak, and the speed was neither fast nor slow. The friction range was firmly locked on that point. The scorching flame ignited in the body, quickly spreading to every inch of capillary in the body, causing the blood in the whole body to boil.

Feng Hao's rhythm made him involuntarily want to twist his body to cater to him, but he really had to do that before he realized that he couldn't move his whole body.His genitals were already congested and upturned, and he was swollen and painful because he was not released for a long time. The ten days of abstinence made his endurance drop to the bottom line. He tried to rub the bed sheet under his body, but found that even such a simple movement He can't finish it either.

"Before, too," Ling Lang had to let go of his human dignity due to his bestial instincts, and pleaded like Feng Hao.

"No," Feng Hao said in a gentle but firm tone of refusal, "I said to come from the back, so I can only come from the back."

Ling Lang stopped talking, because he found that the feeling from the back acupuncture point was getting stronger and stronger, and the neurons all over his body began to move and misplace until they all concentrated to that point.Feng Hao's fingers seemed to be shaking in front of his eyes, Ling Lang's heartbeat changed with his rhythm, Ling Lang was an instrument, Feng Hao was the baton, he wanted him to be melodious, he would be melodious, he wanted him to be high, he Then high.

At the climax of the music, the other party's fingers suddenly increased their strength. Ling Lang only felt a pain in his waist, and an unprecedented pleasure hit him. It was like an electric current started from the back court, went down the perineum, and reached the front end, draining all the milky white desires. Jet out.

This feeling is completely different from the usual orgasm brought about by rubbing the glans. The whole lower body is enveloped in pleasure, and endless waves of lust come, drowning Ling Lang in it.Ling Lang ejaculated a full ten times before releasing the essence of his body. He finally knew why Feng Hao hadn't touched him for so long.

The peak moment is over, and the back acupoint is still contracting strongly, as if to keep Feng Hao's fingers here, but the opponent has no intention of leaving at all, on the contrary, he has increased his strength and speed.

Ling Lang suddenly realized what he wanted to do. The sensitivity of his body that had vented just now increased several times in an instant. He was completely incapable of carrying more teasing. Every friction was an unbearable torture for him.

"Don't! Stop!" Ling Lang yelled in horror, but the other party didn't seem to hear it at all, and the movements of his hands kept coming back.

"Stop!" He had just finished shouting this sentence, and everything he had experienced just now was replayed like a replay. He once again let out a thousand miles in the opponent's hands, and there was a momentary blank in his mind.

"Stop, stop..." Ling Lang's voice trembled involuntarily, and his acupoints contracted so tightly that they couldn't be tighter.His body began to shake violently. He tried to struggle, but the rope did not move.If he could move at this moment, he swore he would punch Feng Hao in the face, but the only thing he could do was to lie there and let the other party manipulate his body wantonly.

His whole body was drenched with sweat, and large drops of sweat flowed down his cheeks to his Adam's apple.Hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, countless spots of light jumped and flickered on the retina, his hands and feet began to convulse, his mouth could not be closed, saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, and pulled out slender silver threads.

Now he doesn't want to beat Feng Hao anymore, he wants to kneel down, beg him, please him, kiss his feet, as long as he is willing to stop, he is willing to do anything.When the pleasure swept over for the third time, his three souls and seven souls were all beaten to death. If he was a demon with a thousand years of practice, he might have shown his original shape at this time. Fallen into magic.

The amount of ejaculation for the third time was already pitifully small, Feng Hao was finally willing to pull his fingers out of his body, "I only saved so much in ten days, you still need to supplement your nutrition."

Ling Lang didn't even have the strength to refute him.

Feng Hao untied Ling Lang, and he immediately fell limp and weak on the bed.

"Don't sleep yet, you're all soaked and need a wash."

Ling Lang lay motionless and pretended to be dead, not even breathing.

Feng Hao smiled and patted his butt, "Go, little lazy dog."

Ling Lang muttered without opening his eyes, "No, it's boring."

Feng Hao sighed, got up and went to the bathroom to fill half a tank of water, then went back to the bedroom, and hugged Ling Lang vigorously.

Ling Lang didn't know where he got so much strength, but when he was put into the warm water, he let out a long and comfortable breath.

Feng Hao left Ling Lang in the bathtub to soak, and went back to the room to change the sheets. When he went back again, he found that Ling Lang had fallen asleep.

He was angry and funny, "Don't sleep in the water, do you want to catch a cold?"

Ling Lang was woken up by his patting, and complained again, "I'm so tired."

"Your physical strength is too weak," Feng Hao poured water on him with a towel, "From now on, you will go on the treadmill and practice for five kilometers every day, jogging or brisk walking is up to you, and don't forget to wear your tail."

The first half of the sentence was normal, but when the tired Ling Lang heard the second half, his eyes widened in surprise.

"How do I walk five kilometers in that?"

"If you can't walk five kilometers, you can walk six kilometers, starting tomorrow," Feng Hao's tone was not negotiable.

"How could you do this?" Ling Lang blurted out.

"Of course I can. As long as I want, you have to go now. If you can't walk, you have to climb it."

Ling Lang stared at the other party dumbfounded. Feng Hao was probably the only one in the world who could say a sentence in such a gentle way as if he was talking about love, but the content of the love words made those who heard it shudder.Ling Lang had no doubt that as long as he retorted, the other party would erase the words "as long as I want" without hesitation.

"It's finished." Feng Hao carried him out of the bathtub to dry him off. This time he didn't carry him back to his room, but helped Ling Lang walk out of the bathroom slowly.

Ling Lang's legs were shaking when he walked, and he had to put all his weight on Feng Hao's body so as not to fall down.

Without wearing a collar, Feng Hao didn't allow him to go to bed, "Wait for me."

"I can't stand."

"Kneel down if you can't stand."

As soon as Feng Hao let go, Ling Lang knelt down without hesitation. His personality and self-esteem were as weak as his legs at this moment, and he was completely unable to support his body.

Feng Hao fetched the collar, Ling Lang raised his neck and let the other party put it on for him.

"Okay, let's go up." With the consent of the other party, Ling Lang used his last bit of strength to roll onto the bed, even if it was an earthquake, he couldn't make him move again.

Feng Hao lay beside him with his head propped up, looking at him with love in his eyes, Ling Lang suddenly thought that he didn't do anything today.

"You are cold-tempered," even Ling Lang himself didn't know why he would say such a sentence.

Feng Hao giggled, "Why do you still have the physical strength to doubt my sexual ability?"

Ling Lang shut his mouth immediately, and refused to say another word even if he was beaten to death.