Waiting Upon You

Feng Hao adjusted the angle of the camera so that the lens could be aimed more precisely at Ling Lang's face.Ling Lang lay on the ground like a dog, with his hands and knees on the ground, his head raised high, the silver collar around his neck was plated with a layer of brass color by warm light, and the bell on it trembled and reflected the light.

Feng Hao flicked the bell, making a clear and sweet sound, "Do you know what it is for?"

Ling Lang didn't know.

"You'll know in the future," he pretended, and walked behind Ling Lang again.

"You have mastered the movement of lying down very well," Feng Hao drew circles on Ling Lang's firm buttocks, "but there is nothing to be proud of, because dogs are born with this posture."

Without warning, he raised his hand and slapped it down. Ling Lang was unprepared, but his buttocks contracted suddenly due to the sudden pain, leaving faint red marks on his buttocks.

"Lying down is also one of the preparatory positions, but I don't want to adopt this position today."

He gave another order, "Voltage."

Unconvinced, Ling Lang bent his elbows and put his head on the ground, like a seesaw, his buttocks inevitably raised up, fully showing his back acupoints.

"That's right," Feng Hao praised, "Do you feel that your hands are redundant now?"

When he said this, Ling Lang immediately didn't know where to put his hands, neither stretching nor Qu.

Feng Hao thoughtfully solved this problem for him. He twisted Ling Lang's hands behind his back and handcuffed them with leather handcuffs one palm wide. Ling Lang's freedom was restricted, and he had to turn his head to his side and use his neck to share the weight of his body. part of the weight.

Feng Hao tilted the camera down at an angle of [-] degrees, and carefully explained, "This angle is like standing in front of you and looking down from the top, which can arouse the audience's sense of substitution."

The height of Ling Lang's line of sight was restricted, and only Feng Hao's shiny black leather shoes were in front of him. The sharp lines of the shoes were as sharp as a knife, combining nobility and arrogance together, exuding a cold beauty.

"Shooting upwards will set off the tall and sacred image of the character, while shooting downwards will make the character appear humble and insignificant," Feng Hao smiled. "These are all taught in the professional courses in school. I think the seniors must know more than me."

The leather shoes left Ling Lang's sight.

"If you shoot from this angle, the actor's expression can't be intoxicated, senior, don't you think so?"

"Well--"

As soon as the last "yes" was said, Feng Hao pierced into Ling Lang's body fiercely. Ling Lang's brows were tightened, and he groaned, with a painful look on his face.

"That's it," Feng Hao praised him again, "At this time, the more struggling and painful the actor's facial expression is, the more violent it can arouse the audience's heart. Everyone has a beast in their hearts, and a good one The actor is the key to open the cages that imprison ferocious beasts, I don’t know how many cages the seniors have performed today, how many cages can they open?”

Feng Hao was a completely different person compared to just now. This time, his attacking speed and strength were like a storm, attacking Ling Lang's secret acupoint mercilessly, his gentle and considerate coat was completely torn, and he turned into a ruthless beast of prey.

Under his powerful impact, Ling Lang's body was forced to sway in accordance with his frequency, his face and knees rubbed against the carpet, his voice was replaced by the next voice before it could burst out of his throat, and the long and narrow moan had long since It turned into a short and muffled hum that symbolized patience.

The muffled hums are connected in series, gradually forming a rhythmic bass part, together with the midrange sound of the two people's bodies colliding, and the treble sound of the shaking bells on the collar, they play together this lewd and decadent sound.

"It seems that seniors can not only compete for the best actor award, but also challenge for the best soundtrack award by the way," Feng Hao teased him, "I just don't know what seniors are going to wear on the red carpet then."

"Why don't you just..." He thought for a while, and the movements of his crotch did not stop because of this, "White shirt, black tie, tuxedo... As for the lower body, white socks and black leather shoes are enough, what do you think? "

When Feng Hao was describing, these three colors were all flashing in front of Ling Lang's eyes. The bright red carpet, the snow-white shirt, and the black dress. Watching the live broadcast on TV, everyone's eyes were focused on his naked lower body.Their eyes were hidden in the shadows, and the corners of their mouths were raised evilly. He walked from one end of the red carpet to the other, and completed an erection process in full view of everyone.

"Did you see that picture?" Feng Hao's voice seemed to float down from the clouds, "Your place is already unbearably swollen, go, reach out and touch it, give it a little caress."

Ling Lang's hands were tied behind his back, but the him in his fantasy moved his hands to places where they shouldn't go little by little, as if he had been bewitched.The moment he touched it, desire gushed out uncontrollably, Ling Lang only felt his abdomen wet, and he once again reached an orgasm under the dual stimulation of Feng Hao's words and rhythm.

After Ling Lang's orgasm, the tunnel tightened and tightened like life, tightly locking Feng Hao's organs, and the temperature in his body was so high that it almost melted him.

Feng Hao sighed sincerely, "It's not that I don't know that your body is very sensitive, but your sensitivity is beyond my imagination."

He pushed hard twice and then stopped. Ling Lang exclaimed unbearably, "Although every man has a prostate, some people will never have a prostate orgasm in their entire life. It's hard to do."

His fingers traced the depression on Ling Lang's back all the way, "But you, you can do it twice in such a short period of time, you really have an extremely lustful body."

Ling Lang was ashamed when he heard him commenting on himself like this.

Feng Hao once again withdrew from his body, "I can't think of any adjective that is more suitable for this movie than climax. Especially, the climax is not driven by the script, but by the performance of the actors. Senior, you really are not ashamed of your title of best actor."

"But then, if I can't create more dramatic conflicts, I will be completely disqualified as a director."

Feng Hao laughed softly, "Senior, you have given me a big problem."

He walked to the wall and turned the axle on the wall at a constant speed. A rope with a hook was slowly lowered from the ceiling. Ling Lang could only hear the sound of the bearing rotating, but could not see what happened. His heart was full of unknown fear. .

Feng Hao lowered the hook to a suitable height, and returned to Ling Lang, "In this case, we can only hang the wire. I don't know if the current physical strength of the senior can bear it."

Ling Lang's hands were untied, but it only took a while, before his hands were raised above his head again, and tied firmly to the iron hook with a rope.

"Actually, I prefer gentler actions," Feng Hao said completely inconsistent with what he did, "You forced me to do this, we all know that movies can only be made more intense, otherwise the audience will It's going to be gone."

A rope went around Ling Lang's right leg, tied a knot at the knee, and hung it high again.He only had one leg left to bear the weight of his body, but Feng Hao still refused to do what he wanted, and increased the distance from the hook to the ground a little bit, Ling Lang was forced to tap the ground with his toes, and his wrist was pulled so painfully.

"Men are rarely hung in this position." Feng Hao walked around behind Ling Lang and hugged him, flirting softly in his ear, "I will wrong you to be a bitch tonight."

This insulting word ignited Ling Lang's body that had just been released and cooled down again. Feng Hao forcibly turned his face, and thrust his tongue into his mouth irresistibly, lingering with his tongue, wantonly absorbing his breath .

His hands wandered restlessly on Ling Lang's chest, kneading and pinching the two blushing spots on his chest, spreading the remaining liquid on his lower abdomen evenly, and finally playing with it, he had already ejaculated twice, and it became obviously uncomfortable. Then the spiritual avatar.

"Is it still hard here?" Feng Hao took the initiative to end the kiss and teased him.

Ling Lang's mouth still had a slender thread hanging from it, and his breathing was not steady due to the intense kiss just now.

"I almost forgot, you still have a gadget that you don't use."

Feng Hao let go of him, and brought the last prop over.

"You didn't choose it, probably because you didn't know its purpose. I can only congratulate you, you hit the right spot."

It was a round cylinder with a narrow entrance at the top, shaped like some kind of private organ.Feng Hao awakened Ling Lang's little brother again, pressed against the entrance and inserted him in.

Ling Lang gasped, as if he had entered a narrow corridor, the corridor was covered with fine fluff, Feng Hao squeezed the air pump connected to the cylinder, Ling Lang could only feel that the corridor became narrower and narrower until it was completely Bite his lower body.

"Are you comfortable?" Feng Hao asked.

Ling Lang hesitated and nodded.

"The more comfortable one is yet to come," Feng Hao turned the remote control in his hand, and the rows of small balls in the cylinder began to rotate and move regularly, massaging Ling Lang's genitals from all angles, making him feel very comfortable for a while. pole.

"Aren't you glad it stayed?" Feng Hao was very satisfied to see Ling Lang's reaction. He fixed the remote control on Ling Lang's waist with a belt, supported his crotch, and entered him from behind. in the body.

This time he didn't enter the state immediately, but first slowly thrust a few times, stopped, stood still for a few seconds, and then slowly thrust a few times, just like the film deliberately created a silent scene in order to set off the coming climax foreplay.

"It's time for the movie to end." The smile on his face disappeared little by little. This kind of Feng Hao Linglang is no stranger. It was the first time he confronted him in the movie. He has such a temperament. He did the same when Ling Lang knelt between his crotch to serve him.

The gentle Feng Hao makes Ling Lang fall, and the cruel Feng Hao makes Ling Lang fascinated. He can't tell which one is real and which one is illusory. One is the lover and the other is the master. The figures of these two people gradually overlap. It came together flawlessly in the end.

Under the close fit of the front and back, together with Feng Hao's final sprint, Ling Lang ushered in the most intense ejaculation he felt tonight, and the crisp ringing continued in his ears, extending the fading out of this sex sonata end sound.

The ropes on the wrists and knees were untied, and Ling Lang fell to his knees weakly on the ground, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up.

After a long time, he raised his head and saw Feng Hao's jaw through the mist in his eyes.

He was standing upright like that, neatly dressed, with his shirt buttoned to the top and a bow tie around his neck. He couldn't see what he looked like after the sex.

He didn't even lower his head, but looked down majestically at Ling Lang on the ground from the bottom of his eyes, with a cold expression.

In a trance, Ling Lang unconsciously asked, "You now, or you in peacetime, which one is the real one?"

Only then did a faint smile appear on the corner of Feng Hao's mouth, and he asked instead, "The you now, or the you in peacetime, which one is real?"