Waiting Upon You

Ling Lang was kneeling upright on the ground, and in front of him were three black massage sticks of the same material but with different thicknesses. The length was about half a palm, the leftmost one was only as thick as a finger, the middle was next, and the one on the right had the usual massage sticks the size of a finger. thick.

Not understanding their purpose, Ling Lang raised his head and asked Feng Hao with his eyes.

"From today onwards, you have to expand by yourself," Feng Hao nodded, "Start with the first one every day, and switch to the second one after you get used to it, until you use up all three."

"Unless you are too busy at work, as long as you have time, you must ensure that you expand for half an hour every day, 10 minutes each. I will not supervise you. You can manage this time yourself."

He took out a pocket bottle from his pocket and put it on the tea table, "The liquid in it has an anesthetic component. At first you may not be used to foreign bodies in your body. Use a little each time, and you will temporarily ignore that kind of anesthesia. Discomfort, and it's not harmful to your body."

"Of course, this method is only for initial use. Later, after your body gets used to it, you won't need it anymore."

"I've calculated the amount in the bottle, and after you've used it up, ask me again."

Ling Lang looked at the bottle on the coffee table, a sea-blue glass bottle, full of mystery.

"Finally, and most importantly, I ask you to expand to your back. No matter what reaction you have during this process, you are not allowed to touch your front, and it is not allowed at other times."

"From now on, I will decide when and how you release your desires. I don't want to lock you up yet, and I hope you won't let me have this idea. I can't keep up with you 24 hours a day. By your side, everything depends on your self-awareness."

Feng Hao's words reached Ling Lang's ears word by word, the volume was not loud but full of majesty, Ling Lang could only silently write down every word he said.

Feng Hao paused for a moment to let him digest, "Let's do a multiple-choice question. I asked you to do all of this. What is the purpose? A, so that you don't get hurt when you do it formally? Or B, so that you can do it more There is pleasure."

Ling Lang thought for a while, "A?"

"wrong."

"B," he replied curtly.

"That's not right," Feng Hao shook his head, "The correct answer is C, in order for me to enter your body smoothly without being pinched by you who is inexperienced."

He put his hands on the top of the other person's head, "Remember, everything you do is to please me. Your own feelings are irrelevant. You have to learn to take my happiness as your happiness and satisfy me as your pleasure." My first principle of action, my needs are paramount, and my satisfaction is your greatest compliment."

"Your body and mind will completely surrender to me. How to control them is my right. The only thing you need to do is to obey. It doesn't matter if you can't understand now, I don't need your approval, I just need you to remember , and abide by it.”

"If one day, you can correctly understand my words, it means that you have grown into a qualified pet."

His hand rested on Ling Lang's head for a moment before leaving, "Do you remember?"

Ling Lang looked up at him, and nodded with a vague understanding.

"Very good," Feng Hao regained his kind expression, "What questions do you have now?"

Ling Lang pondered for a while, "Can I get a phone number for doing this?"

Feng Hao smiled, "Whether you can get a number or not, this condition can only be proposed by me, you have no right to apply. This is the first offense this time, so I will not pursue it. If there is such a thing next time In that case, I will deduct one."

He bent down, Ling Lang's reflection was reflected in his dark eyes, and his smiling expression reminded Ling Lang of how he used to chase after him and call him senior.

"I'll give you a call after I've completely memorized your number. I'll tell you what you want to hear, okay? Senior."

Feng Hao left, Ling Lang looked at the things in front of him, and decided to start his first training.

He went in and out of the bathroom to clean his body, and when he came out, he brought the lubricant on the washstand. Feng Hao put it in the most conspicuous place early in the morning, but he rarely used it on him.

The material of the massage stick is very special, and Ling Lang couldn't recognize it. At first, he thought it was gelatinous from the appearance, but after picking it up, he found that the surface was extremely smooth, heavy, and even had a bit of coolness from marble. Common sense tells it that those are definitely not stone.

Ling Lang smeared lubricant on the thinnest massage stick. After wearing the anal plug for a period of time, the thickness was not a problem at all, and it was inserted smoothly to the end.Then he realized that the most difficult thing was not to put it in, but to clamp the smooth and lubricated fine object so that it would not fall out of the body.

He tightened his buttocks as hard as he could, and he could still clearly feel it sliding down the intestinal wall little by little. The route he passed was infected by its coolness, and his nerves were stimulated very sharply. Perhaps the physical pleasure was not so strong, But psychologically, the shame caused by the invasion of foreign objects in the private parts, which in turn caused the signs of a certain organ to rise.

The sphincter muscle has been contracted for a long time, and it is inevitable to be tired. Once it is relaxed, the massage stick will suddenly slide out. Ling Lang has to use his hands to re-align it, and then try to clamp it again.

After about 10 minutes, Ling Lang relaxed his buttocks, let it slide out of his body, and then replaced with a second massage stick of moderate thickness.With the lesson of over-lubricating last round, he didn't replenish the lubricant this time, and with the water-based liquid remaining in his body, he pushed it into the back hole without much effort.

This massage stick is about the thickness of two fingers, roughly the same as the butt plugs he usually wears during training. After Ling Lang inserted it, he felt that the thickness was just right. Compared with walking six kilometers fast with the one on, the current practice is not difficult at all. The second 10 minutes passed easily.

Ling Lang somewhat understood why Feng Hao set up a second branch. Compared to the long-term muscle tension just now, this process was more like an intermission.

The last one was not so easy, Ling Lang failed to enter after two attempts, so he had to apply some lubricant on it, so that it could stretch his folds more smoothly.This time it only entered one front end, Ling Lang immediately felt the discomfort of the foreign body invading, and physically wanted to push it out.

It was only then that Ling Lang remembered what Feng Hao had left behind. He opened the sealed glass bottle, carefully poured out a few drops, spread it evenly on his acupuncture points, and massaged it slowly for a while.Sure enough, as Feng Hao said, the liquid in the bottle contained anesthetic ingredients, and it was very sensitive at first, but later on, it didn't hurt to pinch it lightly with fingernails.After the preparations were completed, he slowly inserted the three-finger-thick massage stick into his body again. When encountering resistance, he withdrew a little, rubbed back and forth for a while, and brought more lubricant into his body. Repeated this several times until the whole body No roots.

Ling Lang knelt there obediently, and the sphincter muscles that had been contracted just now were fully expanded at this moment. He slowly made his body remember this feeling, and the tense muscles relaxed little by little. The little brother is more interested.

He couldn't understand every word Feng Hao said to him today, but he couldn't deny that some mandatory words made him feel excited, and even had the urge to try.He felt that a certain factor in his body was awakened by Feng Hao, just like in the past on the set, Feng Hao provoked his desire seven times with NG, it seemed that since then, his body was ready to accept this person.

Ling Lang began to recall every word Feng Hao said, imagining that if what was in his body at this time was the master's genitals, he would have to do anything to please the other party.

He started contracting the sphincter muscle evenly and forcefully, and at first the exercise made him feel sore, but after working through the soreness, it became a natural activity, like heartbeat and breathing.

Ling Lang closed his eyes, cooperated with deep chest breathing, and did the levator ani exercise regularly. He could feel his muscles getting stronger and stronger, and each contraction would make the round tip of the massage stick firmly touch the Deep in your gut, stay there for a few seconds, then slowly slide back down the next time you relax.

He didn't count how many sets of this kind of exercise he had done. When he finally opened his eyes, the time limit of 10 minutes had passed unknowingly.

Ling Lang switched to abdominal breathing again, and expelled the massage stick little by little. When it was completely separated from his body, the originally full asshole felt empty, and he wished for something thick to fill it up quickly.

He poked his fingers over, probably due to inertia, the acupuncture point still kept opening and closing weakly, as if a tiny heart was beating there.

After completing the training plan for the day, Ling Lang carefully cleaned up the used equipment, and finally stood under the shower to rinse his sweaty body.

He washed himself from top to bottom, and finally his right hand stayed somewhere that was forbidden to be touched. Due to the passage of time, it had begun to cool down, but the sporadic flames were enough to ignite the desire that had been suppressed for a long time.

Ling Lang stood motionless under the nozzle, silent for a long time, and finally slowly moved his hand away from the desire that had begun to wake up.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or intentional, but the shooting of this movie is not far from Feng Hao’s residence, whether it’s in the studio or outdoors. Ling Lang rarely has the experience of being able to go home every day when shooting a movie, but this time he enjoyed it. this treatment.

After Feng Hao had been busy for a week, it was finally his turn to play the role. Ling Lang had already tidied up, but found that he was still tidying things in the bedroom.

"When are you leaving?" He walked up to the other side and asked.

"No rush," Feng Hao said with a smile, "There is still time."

It was only then that Ling Lang realized that in front of Feng Hao were ten silver metal balls, about two-thirds the size of a ping-pong ball.

Although Ling Lang was puzzled, he didn't ask any questions. He knew that Feng Hao wouldn't show them for no reason.

"I'm conflicted..." Feng Hao looked at the metal ball on the table with him.

Ling Lang silently waited for Feng Hao's next words.

Unexpectedly, he changed the subject, "What is your second number?"

Ling Lang froze for a moment before following his jumping thinking, "3."

Feng Hao smiled and made a look of great relief, "That's good, at first I was still worried, what if your second digit is 8 or 9, what should I do?"

Ling Lang thought it was not very good, but as expected, Feng Hao counted three balls from the pile, and then unbuttoned his pants naturally.

"The number 3 is very good, no more, no less, just right."

A coolness rushed into his body, and the same feeling was repeated three times in a row, and Ling Lang's face changed a little.

"Persist until today's work is over, and I will write down the second number," Feng Hao smiled, "Is there any problem?"

Ling Lang really wanted to say yes, but couldn't.

Feng Hao didn't seem to intend to get his answer, so he said with a smile, "You have two choices now, one is to put on your old friend, it will help you stabilize, and of course it will also squeeze the ball The second is to keep them as they are, but I’m afraid you will have to work hard to clamp them in the next whole day, and if they fall off during filming, it will be embarrassing.”