Waiting Upon You

Ling Lang tried his best to take two deep breaths, and tightened his gluteal muscles a little bit three times. After confirming that there was no problem, he picked up the things on the ground and stood up slowly.

He looked at the gift in his hand with complicated eyes, and everyone only thought that he was immersed in the contradiction after learning the truth. He never thought that all his struggles at the moment came from a forbidden place that could not be spoken.

Ling Lang closed his eyes in pain, his senses became clear, and his attention was focused on his lower body. It was as if a flame was burning in his back acupoint, and the sphere became hot, almost burning his fragile inner wall.

The physical stimulation is not the most obvious. If Feng Hao asked him to do this kind of thing at home, he probably wouldn't react to this level, but he is on the set right now, surrounded by dozens of pairs of eyes at the same time. Staring at his cognition made his sense of shame soar, and his body reacted instantly due to his incurable physique.

Ling Lang opened his eyes suddenly, threw the most cherished gift on the ground viciously, picked up a chair and smashed it to pieces over and over again, he kicked the fragments scattered on the ground everywhere, venting his emotions crazily , After the squall and storm, his movements became sluggish again, and he began to collect the pieces one by one, only to find that they could not be put back together again.

Sadness and despair appeared on his face. He pushed his head against the wall weakly, and used the wall to cover his raised lower body. He clenched his right hand and raised his fist above his head. His fists kept shaking.

Even his shoulders began to tremble, and his facial expressions became more and more abundant, expressing the contradictions and struggles to the fullest. Everyone was almost stunned by his vivid performance, and felt the pain he experienced.

The director slapped his thigh, "PERFECT! Xiao Langlangni's acting skills can't be better, wait for the next generation..."

"Ten minutes of rest," Ling Lang said without looking back, and he had already walked a long way.

The staff rested on their own when they heard the words, and the director was put aside before he finished speaking. It took him a long time to realize that he had been overstepped, and shouted depressingly, "Kewo is the director! Who do you guys listen to! "

When Feng Hao followed up in the dressing room, Ling Lang was concentrating on reciting the Heart Sutra silently, but this time the Heart Sutra seemed to have lost its effect, repeating it twice still couldn't relieve the restlessness in his body, but even the order of the scriptures was messed up later.

Feng Hao stood aside with the attitude of watching a play, and didn't make a sound to disturb.

Ling Lang finally opened his eyes, Feng Hao thought he had figured it out, but he started looking around for the ice pack that the makeup artist gave him in the morning.

After discovering his intention, Feng Hao laughed dumbly, "The taste of forced cooling is not so comfortable, are you sure you want to use it?"

Ling Lang found the ice packs, but was disappointed to find that they had melted away.He resignedly threw the ice pack back on the table, and began to consider Feng Hao's proposal, "What is the corresponding price?"

"You'll know when you decide to use the sidelines."

Ling Lang lowered his head and thought for a while, Feng Hao glanced at his watch, "You still have 5 minutes."

Ling Lang was determined, walked up to Feng Hao, and knelt down in a standard posture.

"Have you thought about it?"

He nodded.

"stand up."

Feng Hao's usual movements are always slow and graceful, prolonging the time to increase Ling Lang's sense of humiliation, but today his actions are not sloppy at all, Ling Lang's pants have fallen to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Ling Lang watched as he took a small cosmetic box from his dressing table, and the box was actually locked.

Feng Hao opened the lock, and took out a long, thick silver object from inside, "Do you know what this is?"

Of course Ling Lang recognized it, "Lipstick."

When he spoke, the lipstick-like thing had been stuffed behind him, "It's probably close to ten," Feng Hao didn't deny his guess.

Then he took out a restraint belt from the lower layer of the cosmetic box, which was the same structure as the one Ling Lang usually used when exercising, but the one at home was made of leather, while the one in Feng Hao's hand was made of fiber and was elastic, and it was worn under his clothes. Can't see it at all.

Feng Hao put the restraint belt on for Ling Lang. His restless organs were fixed close to his body, and the back was also blocked by a narrow strip. He was neither worried that the front would be exposed, nor that the ball would fall out. Ling Lang deeply felt I breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Hao's so-called price was probably that lipstick, which pushed the ball a little deeper into his body, but this level was acceptable to Ling Lang.

"You're cheating," Ling Lang couldn't help but want to say, "You asked me to choose from one and two, and in the end I used both."

Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "It's good that you know, this will help your brain make the fastest judgment when making the next choice, and improve your reaction power."

With the sound of the last word falling, Ling Lang has returned to his initial state. From the outside, no one can see that he is different from when he entered the door.

"10 minutes, no more, no less," Feng Hao checked his watch, took out something from the cosmetic box and put it in his pocket, then locked the box and put it back in place, "Let's go."

He frivolously touched Ling Lang's buttocks, and walked out of the dressing room first. Ling Lang slowly adapted to the new condition of his body, and then followed with steady steps.

Ling Lang returned to the messy shooting studio again, and the director explained to him the next scene.

"When Xiao Haohao appears later, Ni has to show a word of forbearance. Ni is very angry in his heart, but he must hold back his appearance. Ni's body cannot face him, but his eyes must keep staring at him. Is there a problem? ?”

Ling Lang shook his head.

"OK," the director withdrew from the sidelines and ordered to shoot, "ACTION!"

Ling Lang returned to the posture at the end of the previous scene, with his head against the wall, Feng Hao opened the door and came in, seeing the mess all over the room, with a surprised expression on his face.

When Ling Lang heard the door knock, he turned his head slowly. The moment he met Feng Hao's eyes, his whole body shook.

This action came so naturally, everyone felt that Ling Lang perfectly interpreted the uncontrollable strong emotion in the character's heart when he saw Feng Hao in this situation.

Only Ling Lang could catch it. The moment he turned his head, Feng Hao moved his hand in his trouser pocket, and the so-called lipstick in the backyard immediately began to vibrate continuously.

He should have guessed that Feng Hao would never just ask for the price of a lipstick. Every time Ling Lang thinks that the other party has reached the bottom line, he can unexpectedly refresh Ling Lang's cognition.

The vibrating egg moved the small balls in his body to vibrate accordingly. Although there was no sound coming from the depths of his body, there was always a vibrating hum that lingered in Ling Lang's ears.

He turned his head back to the wall and took deep breaths over and over again, as if he was trying to calm down his anger. It seemed that if he didn't do this, he would rush to Feng Hao, grab his collar and question what he had done for.

There was a storm in his heart, but on the surface he was still enduring it!Tolerate!Tolerate!

The director stepped back involuntarily. He has never seen any actor who can perform patience so vividly. The intense emotions suppressed under the calm surface are like boiling magma deep in the earth's crust, ready to erupt from the lens at any time and burn. the same as myself.

Feng Hao glanced around the room expressionlessly, "What's wrong with you?"

Only then did Ling Lang turn his head to him again, "Master Feng, I'm fine."

A trace of displeasure flashed across Feng Hao's face, "I don't like people lying to me."

Ling Lang took a deep breath, "Master Feng, do you know that my younger brother is involved in drug trafficking?"

Feng Hao was silent for a few seconds without changing his face, "I don't know."

This answer caused Ling Lang to show a faint wry smile, and he lowered his head, "I just suddenly found out about this, so I got a little excited. I'm sorry, I'll clean up this place right away."

Feng Hao's gaze fell on a certain fragment on the ground, which was part of his birthday gift to Ling Lang, but now it has changed beyond recognition, even he himself did not recognize it.

"That's good," Feng Hao pondered for a moment, "I'm packing these when I get back, and I'll meet someone at the pier later, you come with me."

Ling Lang nodded slowly, "I'll come right after I close the window."

He bit the key word very hard, Feng Hao understood, turned around and moved out at the same time, ending the torture to Ling Lang.

As soon as Ling Lang's body softened, he immediately stretched out his hands to support the wall. It seemed that if he didn't do so, he would immediately slump on the ground. It seemed that the nonchalant conversation with Feng Hao just now exhausted all his life's strength.

As soon as Feng Hao got home, Ling Lang went to untie his pants as soon as Feng Hao sat down. Feng Hao held his hand with a smile, "What are you doing?"

Ling Lang, who was rejected, rubbed his face between the crotch of the other party obsessively, and murmured "Master".

Feng Hao stroked his hair tenderly, "Why is my puppy so active today? Could it be that he was suffocated on the set?"

He reached out and fiddled with his trouser pocket, and Ling Lang immediately let out a groan of ecstasy.

After enduring it all day, he didn't want to bear it anymore. He even forgot that this was just a task of exchanging mobile phone numbers, and he had successfully cleared the level half an hour ago.He squirmed in Feng Hao's arms as if begging for joy, raised his hips as high as he could and shook twice, implying how much he was looking forward to his master's blessing at this moment.

Feng Hao got rid of all the shackles on him as he wished, and praised him while doing so, "You don't know how wonderful your performance is today, you can go for an Oscar."

No matter what Feng Hao said now, it seemed to Ling Lang that he was drifting in the clouds. As soon as his lower body was liberated, he couldn't wait to reach out, but Feng Hao stopped him mercilessly.

"Did you forget what I said?"

Ling Lang withdrew his hand with difficulty, and continued to lower his posture to seek the master's caress, his wet eyes couldn't hide his begging.

"I should be the first person in the world to see you showing such an expression." Feng Hao stretched out his hand, and Ling Lang immediately pressed his face into the opponent's palm and dawdled, "It's so tempting, I can't hold it anymore gone."

Feng Hao said this in words, but he didn't show it in action at all. Ling Lang rubbed and rubbed, and sucked his thumb in his mouth, and then went to lick his palm intimately after a while.

"Okay, okay, I know your tongue is flexible," Feng Hao was itchy from his licking, he pushed him away with a smile, and ordered, "Sit."

After receiving the order, Ling Lang immediately withdrew his obsequiousness and sat upright on his knees, with a straight spine and a dignified expression, only the eyes that looked at him were full of longing.

He also brought Feng Hao's small cosmetic box back from the set. He searched for suitable props in it, and when he found one, he turned his head and looked at Ling Lang, as if he was considering whether to use it. After a few seconds, he shook his head, and then Move on to the next one.Ling Lang's heart was fluttered by him, and he didn't know what he was going to take out of it in the end.

In the end, what Feng Hao took out from the makeup box was really a makeup bag. Although Ling Lang is a man, he has been in the arts for so many years, and he is very familiar with this kind of things. It is just that after the lesson of lipstick, he never dared to act rashly again. pass judgment.

"Go to the chair," Feng Hao ordered.

Feng Hao's house doesn't have some special SM furniture like Ling Lang imagined at first—such as gynecological examination tables or torture racks.On the contrary, except for the cage, all the furniture on the surface looked so ordinary that it would not attract attention even if there were guests.

Feng Hao's so-called chair is a very common wooden chair. The back of the chair is composed of four vertical beams. The seat is a circle larger than ordinary chairs, just enough for Ling Lang to kneel on it with his legs apart.

Feng Hao took out two pairs of handcuffs, went around the vertical beam on the back of the chair, handcuffed Ling Lang's hands and feet together on the same side, and then passed a rope through the bottom of the seat to tie the knees respectively, so that Ling Lang could not move his hands and feet, I can't even close my legs.

"This is to prevent you from hurting yourself later," Feng Hao explained.

Ling Lang didn't understand what he meant by the injury, until Feng Hao took out the first thing from the cosmetic bag, a razor.

"Do you wear makeup?" he asked.

As an actor, Ling Lang couldn't say no, so he could only say, "I understand."

"A little understanding is enough," Feng Hao pursed his lips, "What's the first step in putting on makeup?"

Ling Lang pondered for a few seconds before giving the standard answer, "Trimming the eyebrows."