Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

When Han Sen came home, it was around ten o'clock in the evening.

Before Han Sen went home, he called Nietzsche in advance. After Nietzsche received the call, he turned around and told the butler to stand directly under the hillside and wait for Han Sen to go home.

When the driver drove to the bottom of the mountain and stopped, the butler saw Han Sen's car and immediately rushed up to meet him. The car stopped beside the butler. Han Sen habitually looked up and saw that the villa was still brightly lit. Someone is waiting for him.

Han Sen likes buildings with steep terrain, so he chose this magnificent and wonderful suburban villa before.

Another point is that Nietzsche is really a very lazy man. His principle of life has always been to have high demands on those around him and low demands on himself.

Therefore, Han Sen knew that as long as he locked Nietzsche in this kind of place, he would never run outside without incident, because going up and down the mountain is really troublesome.

Sure enough, as Han Sen expected, as long as Han Sen doesn't take the initiative to take Nietzsche out, Nietzsche can stay in this villa for half a year without going out. Even if he lost his temper, he would not think of running down the mountain, but seriously lost his temper at the people in the family.

"Mr. Han, here we are."

The driver gave a warning, stopped the car, and immediately got out of the car to open the door for Han Sen.

Han Sen nodded, raised his legs and got out of the car, standing at the foot of the hill with his back straight.

Looking up at the brightly lit villa on the hillside, the sight passes through the lush forest at night, and the sky slowly turns into a beautiful dark blue velvet color.

The butler approached Han Sen and lowered his voice when speaking, as if he didn't want to destroy the tranquility of this moment: "Mr. Han, let's hurry home, Mr. Nietzsche is waiting for you at home."

The housekeeper waved his hand in a funny way,

"If you keep Mr. Nietzsche waiting, he will lose his temper!"

Han Sen nodded expressionlessly, turned to look at the butler:

"Then is he angry now?"

The butler shook his head,

"almost."

Han Sen suddenly smiled silently, as if remembering Nietzsche's angry and crazy appearance, he lifted his leg up the stairs.

The stairs were very long, as if they were old. The top of the steps was covered with wet green moss, but Han Sen didn't send someone to clean them. Han Sen likes things that feel like forever.

Maybe someone lived on this hillside a long time ago, but at that time there was not a villa on the hillside, but an old mansion or something, like a Japanese or Chinese style mansion. There is a complete family living here, and they stay together here.

Han Sen walked up the stairs step by step. At night, the gentle breeze in the mountains and forests blew over, bringing steel and cement and (huo pronounced the fourth tone) the incomparable agility and refreshingness of the city. Nietzsche and Han Sen still enjoy this feeling of being close to nature.

The butler stood by Han Sen's side and followed Han Sen towards the mountainside at a leisurely pace. When he was about to reach the front of the villa, the butler whispered, "Mr. Han, you know what you're going to do tonight, right? "

Han Sen turned his head to look at the housekeeper, paused for a few seconds, then nodded:

"Dedication."

Apart from devotion, what else can Han Sen do at this moment.

Han Sen clearly knows that some things cannot be avoided, especially around a man with such a strong purpose like Nietzsche. Although Han Sen has almost no pursuit of carnal desires, dedicating himself to Lutheran Things are destined to be impossible to hide.

When I hated Nietzsche before, that kind of thing actually gave Han Sen an unspeakable pleasure.

But for the current situation, it seems much simpler - hand over your integrity to Nietzsche Lutheran, and from then on, let him get whatever he wants.

Anyway, on the first day he met that man, Han Sen felt that this beautiful body no longer belonged to him. During the time when I was in the body), my soul and body were even strictly separated—the pure white snow-like soul of an ascetic, and then the young body that was repeatedly defiled. ]

Nietzsche is the possessor of his body.

The owner it recognizes needs it, so it must be obediently donated.

The housekeeper didn't expect Han Sen to say it so bluntly, but it was beyond his expectation.

At least for now, between Nietzsche and Han Sen, Han Sen is still stronger.

The housekeeper felt that Nietzsche was different now. Nietzsche was always obedient around Han Sen. He would do whatever Han Sen asked him to do, and he would never lose his temper with Han Sen.

Of course, this is just the housekeeper's own opinion.

As for the matter of devotion or not, of course it was Nietzsche's devotion, how could it be his master Han Sen's devotion? !

Thinking of Nietzsche's life and death for Han Sen before, the housekeeper felt that people like Nietzsche were indeed perverted.

The two walked along the stairs to the front of the villa. The servant standing in front of the door saw Han Sen and the butler coming back together from the electronic display behind the door, and hurriedly opened the door to welcome the owner back home.

Han Sen and the butler both entered, and in front of them was the open and familiar scene of the house. Facing the gate was the quiet fountain at the moment. This was rebuilt by Han Sen, because Nietzsche hated the huge garden in the house so much. , Therefore, the gorgeous and excessively large garden in the courtyard has been completely uprooted.

Now there is not even a single grass in the house, and Nietzsche really enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by a living reinforced concrete castle from all sides.

During the day, the fountain will be turned on, making the whole villa very lively and lively, but at this moment, it is just quiet, occasionally there is a little sound of water flowing, shallow, low-pitched singing, which is very pleasant to hear.

The butler coughed and looked up at the master bedroom where Nietzsche was.

"Mr. Han, are you going to accompany Mr. Nietzsche directly now, or go to see the young master first?"

"Go to Nietzsche."

Han Xiu probably has fallen asleep now, and he can see it at any time. If Nietzsche knows that he is home and doesn't go to his place first, especially on such a day, then everyone will not be able to think about it in the end.

In fact, Han Sen is still very sensible. Nietzsche is so hot now that he wants to fuck him. He is gearing up and looking at him with undisguised obscenity. In fact, Han Sen sees it in his eyes, even though he doesn't say anything. , but clearly in my heart.

Especially recently, every time Han Sen looked into Nietzsche's eyes, Nietzsche's eyes seemed to eat Han Sen.

Recalling the look in the man's eyes, he really looked like a hungry wolf.

The housekeeper recalled what Nietzsche said to himself when he received a call from Han Sen: "Mr. Han is not allowed to go anywhere when he goes home. Come to my room immediately, he is mine."

Tonight, and from now on, he's mine...

Nietzsche raised the corners of his mouth and showed an evil smile, and there was an unknown kind of light shining in those eyes that always revealed a fierce look.

Thinking of this, the housekeeper suddenly felt that he should not say anything, turned around and hurriedly urged Han Sen: "Mr. Han, since you have already gone home, you should hurry to the master bedroom, Mr. Nietzsche is waiting for you over there Woolen cloth."

Han Sen nodded,

"You go about your own business."

Han Sen sent the butler away, and then walked straight to the master bedroom where Nietzsche was.

Standing outside Nietzsche's door, Han Sen raised his hand and knocked on the door, wondering if Nietzsche was asleep.

With a sound of "click...", the doorknob suddenly moved from inside, and Han Sen stared blankly at the turning doorknob.

Before Han Sen could react, Nietzsche's face appeared in front of Han Sen, but the lights in the room were not turned on. Nietzsche opened the door of the bedroom and did not fully open it. Han Sen could only see the light from the corridor. Look at Nietzsche, look at Nietzsche's face soaked in the light.

"Why did you come back now?"

Nietzsche didn't have any expression on his face. He looked very unhappy. When he saw Han Sen standing at the door, he didn't say anything about opening the door to let Han Sen in. He just looked at Han Sen coldly through the crack of the door.

Nietzsche's eyes were like wolves, staring at Han Sen's eyes and lips, and the dark green pupils exuded a different kind of brilliance in the moment of light—in short, they were about to move in the dark.

Han Sen explained indifferently:

"Uncle, there are really too many guests, I'm sorry to keep you waiting..."

Before Han Sen finished speaking, Nietzsche stretched out his hand, grabbed Han Sen's bow tie and dragged Han Sen into the room, then closed the door behind Han Sen, and pressed Han Sen against the door with his backhand later.

"Amen."

The butler who heard the sound of the upstairs bedroom door closing violently drew a cross silently on his chest. Han Sen was like a saint who jumped into a fire pit, dedicating himself decisively and decisively.

"baby."

Nietzsche stretched out a hand to pinch Han Sen's chin. He stood in front of Han Sen and looked straight at Han Sen. Han Sen obediently asked Nietzsche to press against the door. In short, he was going to lose himself, and any method was fine.

Nietzsche's soft lips were firmly attached to Han Sen's lips, one hand was holding the door behind Han Sen, some cold long hair was scattered on the side of Han Sen's face, Han Sen leaned on the door motionless , was wrapped in Nietzsche's arm, opened his mouth to cater to Nietzsche and kissed skillfully.

After the simple kiss, Nietzsche straightened up and raised a hand in front of Han Sen. Han Sen saw a long-necked white rose in front of his eyes.

"Uncle, are you going to kill me again?"

Han Sen smiled softly. Last time Nietzsche almost killed him when the white rose appeared.

"Hmph, of course not."

"This is for you."

Nietzsche said that this rose was for Han Sen. Han Sen raised his hand to take the rose, put it under his nose and sniffed it gently. The aroma of the rose immediately came from his nose, and then raised his head. Say to Nietzsche: "Thank you uncle."

Nietzsche still kept one hand propped on the door behind Han Sen, and then asked blankly, "I just bought this for you when I passed the flower shop on my way home."

Nietzsche lowered his head and kissed Han Sen on the forehead, then asked softly:

"What are you going to give me?"

"I've given you my whole life, what more do you want."

Nietzsche sneered,

"Not enough, none of this is enough!"

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche stretched out his hand abruptly, ripped off Han Sen's bow tie roughly, threw it on the carpet at his feet, pinched Han Sen's chin, and pressed his lips against Han Sen's again. Rudely kissed Han Sen's lips and sucked Han Sen's tongue.

Han Sen glanced at the white rose he was still holding in his hand. Nietzsche ordered the white rose to be carefully groomed. Even the sharp rose thorns on the branches were removed. Mild and harmless.

Accidentally opened his eyes and saw Han Sen's gaze fell on the white rose. Nietzsche suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed the white rose vigorously, and Han Sen pulled the white rose out from the palm of his hand. , "Han Sen, from now on, the only flower that can be in your palm is me, Lutheran. Those damn vulgar fans will only die badly."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche squeezed the palm of his hand with a cold smile, and cruelly tore off all the petals of the white rose, and then spread his palm, the petals of the white rose fell on the floor, and the green branches and leaves could only stand alone lie on the floor.

Han Sen lowered his eyes, silently looked at the dying White Rose, and nodded to Nietzsche.

"Yes, uncle."

Han Sen agreed.

Nietzsche instantly became happy. He pressed his whole chest on Han Sen's chest and kissed Han Sen's lips and neck. Han Sen's body exuded an indescribably refreshing smell. It smelled very good, which Nietzsche was familiar with. , Han Sen's taste.

Han Sen spread out his palm, reached into Nietzsche's coat, and then stroked Nietzsche's back habitually.

"What are you wearing?"

Han Sen whispered that the touch under the palm was very strange. It was not the custom-made shirt with excellent texture that Nietzsche used to wear, but soft and lace. When the palm touched it, it was very gentle.

Nietzsche raised his eyebrows and smiled at Han Sen, licked his lips, and said in a deep voice, "Help me take it off..."

Han Sen nodded, put his finger on Nietzsche's shoulder, trying to peel off the thin long sweater coat on Nietzsche's body, Han Sen looked directly at Nietzsche's shoulder.When the shoulders of the coat were peeled off, Han Sen's hand paused. He saw the black lace straps on Nietzsche's shoulders. Underneath it seemed to be the underwear of a very charming woman. Han Sen just stared at Nietzsche's fair skin. Under the moonlight, her shoulders seemed to become more beautiful.

"Baby, don't be shy, help uncle."

Nietzsche stuck closer to Han Sen's body, pulled Han Sen's wrist, and took off his coat, revealing the women's lace underwear on it, and even a special bra covering Nietzsche's flat chest , especially those two points.

Nietzsche seems to be wearing the same thing underneath—little delicate lace panties and suspenders. Seen from the back, those delicate lace patterns twist and coil around Nietzsche's lean and slender body. tall beauty.

Han Sen raised his hand, as if he didn't dare to touch Nietzsche. Nietzsche pulled Han Sen's palm forcefully and placed it on his chest, "Try rubbing it."

Nietzsche pressed the palm of Han Sen's hand, stroked his chest vigorously, kissed Han Sen's lips with his lips, and bit Han Sen's chin lightly, "Why are you shy, we are husband and wife,"

Nietzsche raised one leg to wrap around Han Sen's, and leaned the two of them together, "You are mine now, and I can do whatever I want to you."

Feeling that Han Sen's palm was still on his chest, Nietzsche gasped, raised his head, picked up Han Sen's other hand, and put it on his hair, "Sen, I permed my hair, have you noticed?" .”

Han Sen touched Nietzsche's hair. The long straight hair before became a little curly, but only the bottom became curly, and the top was still straight. "Uncle, how could you be willing, I remember you are not allowed to touch of your hair."

Nietzsche loves his hair to death. Usually, if Han Sen pulls it, Nietzsche can lose his temper for a long time.

"Of course it's to make you like me more."

Nietzsche smiled softly,

"The stylist said I look better with curly hair."

Han Sen looked down at Nietzsche,

"You look good in everything."

And Han Sen is not the type of person who cares too much about appearance, he will not make any changes because Nietzsche becomes ugly.

"Will wrinkles look good in the future?"

Ni uses his calf to gently caress Han Sen's body.

Han Sen hooked the end of Gonitz' curly hair with his fingers,

"Yes, because you will age gracefully."

"Then will it look good if I turn into a corpse?"

Nietzsche asked, this kind of question would be of great interest to him, and the potential stimulation made him unstoppably excited and excited.

Han Sen's expression suddenly became displeased. He bent down and hugged Nietzsche suddenly, then walked to the big bed in the master bedroom, and sat down beside the bed. It seemed that he had no intention of doing anything to Nietzsche, with a face of abstinence like a religious person. expression.

Nietzsche raised his head, stared at Han Sen fiercely, bent his legs and looked straight at Han Sen, pulled Han Sen's skirt with both hands, and said with a ferocious expression, "You are so frigid."

Han Sen didn't seem to be angry because of Nietzsche's statement, but just smiled silently, "Oh, you discovered this secret, how do you know I'm sexually frivolous."

Nietzsche snorted,

"Looking at your ascetic face, the whole world knows it."

His eyes slowly approached Han Sen, and Nietzsche said word by word:

"Damn it, if I were you and could live with a sexy stunner like Lutheran, I would definitely choose to die on the bed."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche stretched out his hand and pushed Han Sen onto the bed, raised his legs and rode on Han Sen's body, looked down at Han Sen, Han Sen gently held Nietzsche's palm, and his voice was very low when he spoke : "If I die, whoever will take care of you in the future, I will not leave you alone in this world."

Nietzsche reached out and pinched Han Sen fiercely.

"Don't think I'll let you go just by saying these things."

Han Sen wanted to say something else, but Nietzsche suddenly picked up something and covered Han Sen's face. The room was not turned on, and the visibility was not high at first, but now the visibility is even lower. Nietzsche lowered his head and covered Han Sen's face Kissed on Han Sen's lips, and his palms moved up and down Han Sen's body, "Okay, Sen, from now on, we won't talk anymore, I'm hungry, and I want to feed myself now."

The body of youth is the best feast.

Nietzsche took off Han Sen's noble suit, and then the shirt, until the white shirt inside was exposed. Han Sen would never wear those strange clothes. His eyes are noble, friendly and orthodox. This is the mainstream aesthetic perception Every time, Nietzsche, who was a bit crooked, was too excited.

Silently standing in a remote corner watching Han Sen, imagining those simple and elegant suits slowly taking off Han Sen's body, it is simply fatally attractive.

Nietzsche lowered his head until Han Sen's broad and strong chest was exposed, kissed Han Sen's slender neck and chest, and then slowly moved down.

"Lutheran."

Han Sen suddenly reached out and pinched Nietzsche's arm. Before Nietzsche could react, Han Sen had already pinched Nietzsche under him.

Nietzsche was taken aback, and said angrily:

"No, I said you are my food tonight!"

Han Sen simply squeezed Nietzsche's waist, tore off the feminine lace panties from Nietzsche's body, and opened up the place that had not been used for a long time with his fingers without hesitation.

"Han Sen..."

Nietzsche struggled a bit, Han Sen held his hand and pressed in.

"Sen... um..."

As soon as Han Sen moved, Nietzsche lay limp on the bed, his long hair scattered around his waist, and the feeling Han Sen gave him completely crushed him.

"Give you what you want." @

Han Sen pressed on Nietzsche's body, kissed Nietzsche's cheek sideways, and then began to move slowly.

Although Han Sen usually has a gentle and calm look, every time he is on the bed, he will toss Nietzsche half to death. The feeling of ecstasy is like his soul has been knocked out of his body.

Tightly pursing his lips, bearing Han Sen's merciless attack, Nietzsche heard the sound of the bed making a sound. His lower body was already so wet that there was something sticky standing on his lower abdomen. Nietzsche could feel it. .

"Han Sen, I can't do it!"

Repressed by Han Sen and subjected to violent movements, Nietzsche finally couldn't help struggling. Han Sen suddenly stretched out his hand to cover Nietzsche's mouth, making him speechless, and changed to a kneeling position. In order to prevent Nietzsche from reaching out and touching him, With the other hand, Han Sen controlled Nietzsche's hands until he forced out the tears from the corners of Nietzsche's eyes. There was a layer of wet sweat on his forehead. The sweat flowed down the bridge of Nietzsche's nose to the tip of his nose, and then dripped on the bed…

At this moment, Nietzsche's cheeks were rosy and moving.

Han Sen felt that Nietzsche's body seemed to be trembling, and it was probably about to end. Han Sen suddenly stopped, pulled away from Nietzsche's body, and then let go. on the bed.

Nietzsche, who was tossed by Han Sen just now, lay on the bed and took a few breaths, then turned his head and looked at Han Sen bitterly, "Why?"

Nietzsche, who was on the verge of great pleasure, hated sudden interruptions.

Han Sen smiled happily,

"what why."

Nietzsche seemed to be really angry, staring at Han Sen and saying:

"Han Sen, if it wasn't for my age and physical strength, I would definitely find a chance to fuck you to death!"

Han Sen looked down at himself, sat on the edge of the bed, patted his thigh, "If you want, do it yourself."

Nietzsche wouldn't dump him,

"I won't do it."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche got up and planned to get out of bed. This time he was really angry by Han Sen.

Han Sen grabbed Nietzsche's ankle expressionlessly and pulled him onto the bed.

"Why, want to run."

Han Sen snorted coldly,

"Uncle, no matter how cold you feel, I'm still a man."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen held onto Nietzsche's ankles, tore off his underpants, threw them on the ground, pulled Nietzsche closer to him, pinched Nietzsche's waist, and placed him on his lap.

"Get out... um..."

Just as Nietzsche was about to slap Han Sen with his hand, Han Sen pulled Nietzsche's hair and pulled Nietzsche's face closer. He put his lips on Nietzsche's lips, pinched Nietzsche's waist, and pressed it in.

"call……"

Nietzsche immediately lay limply on Han Sen's shoulders, Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche's legs wrapped in black lace and feminine shoulder straps, and patted Nietzsche's back with his palm, "Uncle, I Seeing how little you exercise, we will use this posture in the future as a physical exercise for you."

Nietzsche was usually very pampered and didn't do anything at home, so Han Sen simply put Nietzsche on the bed to exercise.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen. Han Sen brushed Nietzsche's hair away and kissed Nietzsche's side face. "Hey, move quickly."

Nietzsche felt that Han Sen was clearly occupying his empty position. The rational anger was dissipated by the joy of his body. Nietzsche raised his hand and began to move up and down skillfully. The whole person clung to Han Sen's body and absorbed everything about Han Sen. Nietzsche is a purebred European and American, the bottom is well developed, and it is definitely a real large European and American size.

People who have been fucked by him before can't bear it. Almost everyone feels like being abused once with Nietzsche, especially those who have no experience before contacting Nietzsche. It is quite painful...

So, when it's fully extended, the size is even more spectacular.

Han Sen, on the other hand, is a normal size for Asians, not too big, in short, it is the one that is universal.

So, at this moment, Han Sen clearly saw that Nietzsche's fully stretched underside was pressed against his lower abdomen. It looked scary, but its diameter was not very scary, it was very long, and it was attached to his body ferociously and arrogantly. Looking up, Han Sen could feel that the blood in the blood vessel was flowing at a high speed, and the place where it opened began to spit out sticky things, which stuck to Han Sen's lower abdomen.

In fact, not everyone can do this. The main reason is that Nietzsche devotes himself wholeheartedly every time, and his physique is relatively sensitive, so this situation occurs.

Han Sen stretched out his hand, as if comforting his own child, and stuck to its underside, slowly comforting it twice, Nietzsche couldn't help trembling at last, and it happily sent out all the children and grandchildren.

Nietzsche couldn't help snorting a few times, and lied weakly on Han Sen's shoulder, feeling that Han Sen had also ended.

"Is it comfortable?"

Han Sen didn't care about Nietzsche's wet body, and stretched out his arms to hug him tightly.

Nietzsche nodded, his legs wrapped around Han Sen's waist,

"I need a shower."

"I'll help you."

Han Sen hugged Nietzsche out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

After taking a shower, the housekeeper came in and put on new sheets. Nietzsche sat by the bed, and Han Sen tied Nietzsche's hair with a scrunchie. The stylist explained that Nietzsche couldn't wash his hair in the past few days. Nietzsche felt very uncomfortable now, so Han Sen simply tied up his hair.

"I'm a family man now, too."

Nietzsche put his arms around Han Sen's waist, put his face on Han Sen's chest, and said to himself, "If my father is still alive, I can't believe it."

In fact, he couldn't believe it himself.

Han Sen tied up Nietzsche's hair casually, put it on his shoulders, reached out and patted Nietzsche's head, "Rest early, I'll go see Han Xiu."

Nietzsche nodded. After he was satisfied, he stopped pestering Han Sen and lay on the bed, looking at the roof with no expression on his face.

"Dad, I'm actually married."

Han Sen went to see his son. He didn't know what else he did. Nietzsche waited for a while and Han Sen still didn't come back.

Without Hansen, Nietzsche found it difficult to fall asleep, and he lay on the bed a little anxiously and unhappy.

"why are not you sleeping."

When Han Sen entered, although the lights were not turned on in the room, he could clearly feel that Nietzsche, who was lying on the bed, was not asleep, but was looking at him with his eyes open.

Nietzsche lifted the quilt and signaled Han Sen to lie in. Han Sen raised his legs and got on the bed. Nietzsche pulled Han Sen's arm and put his head on Han Sen's arm. He wrapped his arms around Han Sen's waist tightly with one hand. Sticking to Han Sen, "What are you doing, why is it taking so long?"

Han Sen wrapped Nietzsche in his arms with his backhand, which greatly satisfied Nietzsche's feeling of wanting to be close to him, "I am looking at my son. Although he is small now, his face looks very similar to yours. Like, but the usual words and deeds are completely opposite to yours."

Nietzsche hummed.

He didn't want to say anything, because he couldn't feel Han Sen's feeling that a parent loved his child more and more.

Nietzsche liked Han Xiu, but the reason for his liking was that Han Xiu was his son. It was as simple as that. If it wasn't his own son, Nietzsche probably wouldn't pay attention to any child at all.

Because he has never been a benevolent elder, he always only has Han Sen in his eyes.He had never been the type to raise a child well.

"Okay, rest."

When Han Sen spoke, his breath passed by Nietzsche's ear.

Nietzsche closed his eyes slowly, put half of his body on Han Sen's body, put one leg on Han Sen's leg, and habitually extended his fingers down into Han Sen's underwear, casually playing with Han Sen body, but the lingering breath came out, as if he had fallen asleep, but he subconsciously held Han Sen in his palm.

In the gentle and dark night, Han Sen smiled silently.