Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Mr. Han, Mr. Akino's car is already waiting below the hillside."

Han Sen was standing in Nietzsche's room arranging his tie when the housekeeper sent the message for Akino.

Facing the long dressing mirror, Han Sen's eyes fell on Nietzsche's face in the mirror.

Qiu Ye is really a very strange person. At the beginning, he can be said to have chosen to cooperate with Han Sen because of Han Sen's threat.

But gradually, with more opportunities to communicate and work together, he found more and more that Han Sen is a very reliable, capable, decision-making and execution partner. He is much better than himself in many aspects, so Recently, he has chosen to cooperate with Han Sen on most important matters.

In addition, Han Sen and he are both Chinese. Now that the Chinese have just gained a firm foothold in Rome, no one wants to cause any trouble. When the time comes, there will be internal chaos, which will make it easier for those local Italian gangsters who are eyeing it. And some bandit groups that can't be named in a mess.

Although Qiu Ye is sometimes unreasonable, he knows this truth in his heart. Even if there will be some friction between him and Han Sen in the end, it will be a matter of the future - after all, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, everything is still a bit chaotic, and the order needs to be re-established. Han Sen wants to integrate the resources and forces in this area, so they decided to unite to consolidate the forces first.

But the most important point is that Han Sen doesn't seem to be abusing his sister. What's even more surprising is that Li Li seems to like staying with Han Sen very much. Li always behaved well.

Based on this point, Qiu Ye would like to curry favor with Han Sen.

So he always likes to discuss with Han Sen about important matters, so the chances of them meeting are increasing recently.

Nietzsche was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a book in his hand, and his gaze fell motionlessly on the open book in front of him.

"Why doesn't Akino come in and sit down?"

After finishing his tie, Han Sen buttoned up his suit, then sat down beside Nietzsche, crossed his legs, put his arm on the edge of the sofa behind Nietzsche, and gently stroked Nietzsche's cheek with his fingers Hair on the side.

Lili put the plate in front of her, lowered her head slightly, and stood by the door.

"Mr. Akino said..."

The housekeeper looked at Han Sen hesitantly.

Han Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Lili who was standing by the door. Lili was actually not a good person. Well, Lili's lack of sexual chastity can be said to be on par with his former master Nietzsche Lutheran. She is almost the type who is not afraid of anything, as long as she is a man, she dares to seduce.

But the strange thing is that Lili is very afraid of Han Sen. As long as Han Sen is present, Lili will stand there obediently, looking like a serious maid, Never dared to do anything presumptuous.

Sometimes Lili couldn't believe that she had the guts to seduce a ruthless man like Han Sen before!

If it were today, even if she lent her ten guts, she wouldn't dare to step closer to Han Sen.

"What did he say."

"Mr. Han, Mr. Akino said that he dare not come in now unless Lili lets him in."

Hearing what the housekeeper said, Lili frowned in disgust. When mentioning her half-brother, Lili couldn't help showing a disgusted expression.

"Then let him wait outside, and I'll be right there."

Han Sen pulled his lips, smiled silently, turned his gaze away from Li Li, and waved his hand to signal Li Li to close the door.

Lili closed the door and continued to stand by the door, her eyelids drooping.

"Lutheran."

The door was closed, and Han Sen called out Nietzsche's last name in a low voice.

Nietzsche raised his head, waved his hand and threw the book on the ground, then sat on the sofa with crossed legs, leaning against the edge of the sofa, wanting to stay away from Han Sen without saying a word, with a cold expression on his face.

Han Sen got up and picked up the book, then turned the book to where Nietzsche had just seen, folded it, and put it on the coffee table.

"Angry?"

Han Sen smiled softly, stretched out his hand and hugged Nietzsche's shoulders in his arms, his cheek almost touched Nietzsche's face, his eyes fell on Nietzsche's collarbone, and his fingers scattered Nietzsche's red hair on his chest The hair was pulled back to the shoulders, and then warm fingertips slowly touched Nietzsche's bright red lips, and said in a deep voice: "When we come back at night, let's have a good time."

"You'll love it, Uncle."

Han Sen stretched out his hand and forcefully turned Nietzsche's face, pressed his lips against it, and stretched his fingers down between Nietzsche's legs.

"Well……"

Nietzsche's Adam's apple jumped up and down a few times, and with Han Sen's movements, his chest began to rise and fall slowly.

Lili, who was standing by the door, did not dare to raise her head. She raised her eyelids slightly and looked down. She saw that Han Sen's fingers were covered under Nietzsche's nightgown, and seemed to be constantly moving inside. Because the nightgown draped over Nietzsche's body kept stirring, and then there was the sound of Nietzsche's panting.

Lili watched Nietzsche's legs slowly open, his arms raised, and his palms unconsciously placed on Han Sen's shoulders.

"All right,"

Feeling Nietzsche's subconscious reaction, Han Sen pushed Nietzsche away without hesitation, took his finger out from between his legs, raised his hand and gently stroked Nietzsche's hair: "I have something to do this afternoon, Come back tonight to satisfy you."

Nietzsche's bright red lips were tightly pressed together, his expression was very displeased, and there was a little annoyance.

"Lutheran,"

Han Sen caressed his thigh back and forth with his palm, and said next to his ear, "I'm actually not satisfied with your current reaction. When you come back at night, I want you to ask me to fuck you."

Han Sen's palm slowly reached the root of Nietzsche's thigh. Under the palm was the delicate skin of Nietzsche's thigh. Nietzsche closed his eyes forcefully, and his eyelashes trembled.

"It's like we were in prison before, so cool that you forgot your name."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen withdrew his hand decisively and turned to look at Lili:

"Bring something."

"Okay, Mr. Han!"

Lili raised her head quickly when she heard the sound, and suddenly saw Nietzsche's pajamas slipped off and fell under his shoulders, his cheeks were strangely pink, and his fingers were tightly clenched.

Lili blinked, and immediately handed the chain to Han Sen.

Han Sen took the chain, put a metal snare around Nietzsche's neck, and fastened the other end to the bedpost, then smiled and patted Nietzsche's cheek, "Uncle, you must be obedient. No matter what you see this afternoon, you must be obedient." After reading it, no matter how you feel, don’t smash anything.”

Han Sen stood up, bent down and kissed Nietzsche's forehead, said "wait for me," then turned and walked out.

Han Sen walked out, and Li Li followed suit.

When Han Sen went out, Qiu Ye really sat in the car and waited for Han Sen.

Han Sen looked over from a distance, Qiu Ye was wearing a black racer-shaped vest, wearing a pair of very orthodox gangster sunglasses, with his arm on the car window, and was smoking fidgety.

"Why don't you go in and sit down?"

Han Sen walked over, opened the car door and sat in.

Akino fiercely pinched the cigarette, and said helplessly:

"Han Sen, does Lili really want to see me?"

Han Sen looked at Qiu Ye's always cool face and said nothing.

Seeing Han Sen's silent expression, Qiu Ye knew the answer, sighed fiercely, waved his hand and said to the driver, "Let's go!"

Nietzsche Lutheran sat quietly on the sofa, with a long and thin chain hanging on his body, unable to walk out of this door, and his freedom was also restricted, so he sat there with his head down and read a book, doing nothing. Said, doing nothing, seemed to be enduring something, because his legs were trembling slightly.

"Ta, tat..."

After a while, cold sweat dripped from Nietzsche's forehead, dripping onto the pages of the book, and fell right in front of Nietzsche's eyes, blurring the writing on it.

Nietzsche first stared straight at the sweat on the writing and the increasingly blurred characters in his vision, then stood up abruptly, waved off the book in his hand, and fell on the opposite wall, the thick book fell off. When it fell to the ground, it split open from the spine of the book and turned into two halves.

When Feng Bai entered the door, he saw such a scene, everything in the room that could be smashed was smashed, the dahlia that was still alive in the morning was lying on the ground dying, the glazed base of the dahlia bonsai was smashed to pieces, There were shards of glass and china all over the carpet.

Feng Bai called someone to clean it up, and then walked into Nietzsche's room with a smile on his face.

"Why, are you addicted to drugs? Dear Mr. Nietzsche?"

Feng Bai turned around and closed the door, crossed his legs and sat down on the chair next to the door.

Feng Bai knew everything that happened to Nietzsche at Han Sen's side, but Han Sen told him personally, so Feng Bai knew all about Nietzsche's situation and his current physical feelings.

Nietzsche sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered slightly, his thick red hair fell down and leaned softly on his cheeks, covering his face, Feng Bai could only see Nietzsche's delicacy because he lowered his head The collarbone and pointed chin, as well as the tightly pressed bright red lips.

To be honest, Feng Bai has always felt that Nietzsche's lips don't look like men's lips, and they will always inexplicably arouse people's strange thoughts about desire.

"Get out."

I don't know how long it has been quiet, Nietzsche raised his head, narrowed his dark green eyes slightly, looked at Feng Bai with a gloomy expression, and said such a sentence coldly.

Feng Bai casually lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, smoking while smoking.While looking at Nietzsche's pale, almost pale face because he hadn't gone out for a long time and didn't see the sun, and his skin that was eroded by drugs and faded, "Tsk tsk, Han Sen looks really cruel, to treat you like this .”

Nietzsche sneered, raised his slender fingers to chat about his hair, and said with a gloomy expression, "It's not your turn to tell what Han Sen did to me."

Feng Bai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled,

"I don't want to bother you either~ Uncle Nietzsche, you see you are so old, you should be allowed to rest more~ But I have a task right now~"

Feng Bai bit the two words "uncle" and "age" hard, and then looked at Nietzsche's face viciously, wanting to see what his expression looked like.

Unexpectedly, Nietzsche raised his lips and smiled contemptuously. He lowered his head and stroked his fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Why, so what if you are older? Aren't you younger and more energetic than me? But Han Sen It's me who wants to fuck, not you Feng Bai, if you have the ability, you can climb into Han Sen's bed tonight, and I, Nietzsche Lutheran, have no objections."

Nietzsche knows Feng Bai's thoughts about Han Sen better than anyone else, and his insight is particularly terrifying, which is why Feng Bai is still a little terrified when facing him so far.

But what Nietzsche said was very correct. Han Sen was very clear and rational about what he wanted. If he didn't want it, even if it was delivered to his door, he would not accept it for any reason.

If Han Sen wanted to do something with Feng Bai, he would definitely not wait until now.

Han Sen never engages in such boring things as ambiguity.

When Nietzsche said these words, Feng Bai held back for a long while, but didn't say a word, he really didn't know what to say, because he looked at the expression on Nietzsche's face, and he didn't have the expression he imagined. With so much bitterness and deep hatred, it seems that saying such a thing has no influence on him at all.

Finally, Feng Bai patted his thigh and stood up, shook the CD in his hand and said, "Okay, I won't bother you here anymore, let me just say it straight, you are now in the stage of drug rehabilitation, and your sexual desire has begun Recovery, Brother Han really wants to make out with you at night, let me put something for you to see, so that you can recall what it was like when you were with him before."

After finishing speaking, under Nietzsche's cold gaze, Feng Bai put the disc in his hand into the player, and then quickly stood up again, with his arms folded, while shaking his legs, while staring straight at The picture on the TV screen, the eyeballs don't even turn.

To be honest, Feng Bai didn't even watch these films himself, Han Sen took them out of a safe and handed them to him.

"I took this before. You sit next to Nietzsche and watch it with him. He is not allowed to molest himself, you understand."

This is Feng Bai's "major task", which is to accompany Nietzsche to reminisce about the "fair" past between him and Han Sen.

However, Feng Bai really wanted to watch it, so he took it on without hesitation.

Feng Bai really wanted to know what Han Sen looked like on the bed, and his thoughts seemed very wretched, but Feng Bai was originally a wretched person.

The picture came out soon, and the picture quality was very clear. The angle of view should be taken from the back. Han Sen was lying on the bed, and Nietzsche was riding on him. Because Nietzsche's back blocked him, Han Sen's face could not be seen. , can only see Nietzsche's up and down movements, heavy breathing, and short conversations from time to time, but most of the time is silent, neither of them said anything.

Feng Bai swallowed, listening to the sound of the bed shaking inside, looking at Nietzsche's bright red hair hanging on Nietzsche's shoulders, Han Sen's long and strong legs, and Han Sen's fingers tightly clasping Nietzsche's waist, he suddenly felt A thin layer of sweat began to break out on his forehead.

"Well...Han Sen...continue..."

Feng Bai knew that Han Sen's feeling in bed must be different from usual, so Feng Bai would often make up his mind countless times, but he didn't expect Han Sen to be so powerful, and Nietzsche seemed almost out of his body. He could only groan intermittently with his neck raised.

"I would like to ask you a question……"

Feng Bai, who was already a little unbearable, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He boldly sat beside Nietzsche, then moved his buttocks, leaned against Nietzsche, and took a puff of the cigarette. I hoped to use nicotine to relieve my restless body and excited mood, then looked at the TV screen, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Nietzsche, is it really fun to have sex with Han Sen? Do you feel that you are burning like a jade?" Can you tell me how it feels to…”

Having said that, Feng Bai swallowed again.

There was no reply from Nietzsche, Feng Bai stretched out his hand and patted Nietzsche's shoulder, and Nietzsche swung it away with disgust.

"Get out."

Nietzsche turned his head and looked at Feng Bai with a sullen expression. The surroundings of the green pupils were glowing red, which looked very pervasive, a bit like a crazy monster.

Feng Bai was really frightened, he stood up abruptly, stood by the door, leaning his back against the wall, staring straight at Nietzsche, the cigarette from his mouth fell off, as if Nietzsche was some kind of monster.

However, the terrible memories of the past made Feng Bai think that Nietzsche and monsters are actually on the same level, and there seems to be no difference when it is on. The only difference is that monsters do not really exist, while Nietzsche Lutheran does exist in Feng Bai. In front of my eyes!

Nietzsche's groans were still coming out of the screen one after another.

Nietzsche supported the side of the bed with both hands, and the frenzy in his body was surging.

Taking drugs will make people completely lose their sexual desire and become a sexual frigidity.

And detoxification is another extreme, that is, the recovery of desire.

Especially the sudden and unprepared detoxification, the sexual desire is like an ocean wave, sweeping over the sky and covering the sky, almost swallowing people.

Nietzsche closed his eyes and didn't want to look at himself in the picture. He has nothing in his mind now, only Han Sen's handsome face and young and strong body. Others, he can never imagine, like a cloud of smoke, completely follow the wind dissipate.

Nietzsche stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and held himself, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips became more and more red.

"Hey! Nietzsche, Mr. Nietzsche!...Brother Han said you can't..."

"To shut up."

Just as Feng Bai was about to stop Nietzsche from molesting himself, Nietzsche scolded him sharply.Feng Bai was taken aback, and angrily extinguished the cigarette in his hand, "Hmph~ I'll go out then, I'm disobedient anyway, Brother Han is looking for you and not me..."

After finishing speaking, Feng Bai turned around and walked out, found a stool at the door and sat down, crossed his legs and continued to smoke, thinking, out of sight, out of mind, Han Sen would reprimand him at most when he came back, but the truth is It was the man in the room who was punished.

Nietzsche was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bowed and his fingers moving up and down. Drug addiction and lust both came and almost swallowed him.

But no matter how hard you try, there is no effect at all, it's like being transferred into a black hole, the more you fall down, the darker it becomes, but there is no bottom and no end.

"Sen..."

Nietzsche never expected that his mind would be affected by such a thing. He opened his eyes angrily, grabbed the wall lamp standing beside the bed, and threw it out fiercely. The wall lamp was smashed into pieces, making a hissing sound , that was the sound of electricity flowing wantonly, looking around, there was really nothing in the room that could be smashed by him.

Nietzsche stood up shaking, took off his clothes, and walked towards the bathroom in the room. He felt his legs were empty, his whole body was hot, and the world was spinning. His heart seemed to be bitten by ants. It hadn't been touched by Han Sen for a long time. The wet back made Nietzsche sick and thirsty.

He wanted to go into the bathroom, but Han Sen locked his neck with a metal ring, so he could only go to the sofa. He couldn't even reach the bathroom door. Nietzsche yanked the chain around his neck fiercely until After making marks on his neck, he finally gave up.

"bump……!"

With a bang, Nietzsche lay on the bed, curled up, his fingers tightly clutching the sheet under him.

When Han Sen came back, it was already late, but Feng Bai was still sitting in front of the door to guard.

"Brother Han, you're back?!"

Seeing Han Sen going up the stairs, Feng Bai jumped up suddenly.

Han Sen looked at the cigarette butts scattered under Feng Bai's feet, and frowned:

"Smoking less in the future."

Feng Bai hurriedly nodded:

"Okay, I know!"

Han Sen nodded, reached out and patted Feng Bai's shoulder:

"Ah Bai, thank you for your hard work. Let's go to dinner now. Everything is ready in the kitchen."

Feng Bai smiled at Han Sen, then turned and went downstairs.

Han Sen pushed open the door and walked in.

When Han Sen entered the door, Nietzsche still maintained the previous movement, lying curled up on the bed, his long hair scattered on the pillow, his body trembling slightly, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The images on the screen were still playing in a loop, and the room was filled with Nietzsche's voice.

Han Sen smiled silently, picked up the remote control to turn off the player, and sat down beside Nietzsche's bed.

Han Sen never thought that he would do such a thing one day. In fact, this kind of thing is really dirty, but Han Sen is really happy at the moment.

Because the object of his doing this is not someone else, but Nietzsche Lutheran, the man who x violated him for many years.

"uncle."

Han Sen said in a low voice, reached out and pinched Nietzsche's neck, pulled him up, then pinched his chin, making him look directly at him.

Nietzsche opened his eyes, looked at Han Sen in a daze, and tilted his head back involuntarily because of his weakness.

Han Sen suddenly lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's mouth fiercely.

"Well……"

Nietzsche snorted, then quickly put his arms around Han Sen's neck, and kissed Han Sen back harder. The familiar smell of Han Sen's body came from his breath, and Nietzsche began to gasp involuntarily, and put his legs together , trying to clamp Han Sen's waist.

Han Sen didn't take off his suit, and didn't undo the buttons. He just hugged Nietzsche's body, tried it with his fingers facing down, and took a look at it. His fingertips were shiny and wet.

"Ha ha,"

Han Sen laughed,

"I want either."

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche's face.

"Ah."

Nietzsche nodded, breathing harder.

Han Sen let go, and didn't even touch Nietzsche.

"Ask me if you want."

Hearing what Han Sen said, Nietzsche opened his eyes, looked at Han Sen expressionlessly, then lowered his eyes, slowly climbed off the bed, knelt down in front of Han Sen, pulled off Han Sen's clothes, and swallowed There, start sucking wildly.

Nietzsche whispered, pulling Han Sen's arm and putting it on his body.

"Where to touch. Tell me."

"There's still hair on the back."

"hehe, ok."

Han Sen bent down and stroked Nietzsche's hair all the way down, and then his smooth and white back. Han Sen felt Nietzsche trembling under his palm.

Nietzsche has never done this kind of thing for a man, because other people usually do it for him. This is the first time he did it for Han Sen, so there is no skill at all, and the rhythm of the whole process seems to be Very messy.

Han Sen quietly watched Nietzsche move up and down, and then patted his head.

"Lying in bed."

Just as Nietzsche raised his head, Han Sen hugged Nietzsche and lay down on the bed, pressing his body up.

"Fuck me."

Nietzsche panted, spreading his legs to hold Han Sen.

Han Sen stared straight at Nietzsche,

"Uncle, do you know who it is?"

"Han Sen, fuck me!"

Nietzsche said something sharply, with a vicious expression on his face, he waved his hand and slapped Han Sen.

Han Sen covered his face and smiled, holding Nietzsche's legs, looking straight there, moved forward, touched it, felt wet, Han Sen slowly went in a little, and then rushed in.

"Well……!"

This is something that has not been done for a long time. It is true for Nietzsche, and it is also true for Han Sen.

Nietzsche felt a little pain and frowned, but his long legs still tightly hooked Hansen.

Looking down at Nietzsche's face, Han Sen swallowed, hit him a few times fiercely, then lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's lips domineeringly.

"Do you like it? Lutheran."

"like."

Han Sen reached out and hugged Nietzsche's waist and sat up. Looking at Nietzsche's tightly closed eyes, he kissed his cheek and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to do it again?"

"Ah."

Nietzsche nodded.

Han Sen put his arms around Nietzsche's waist tightly, pushing up intimately.

Han Sen sat on the bed and did it again, then pressed Nietzsche against the wall, and did it face to face. Nietzsche could only tiptoe on the ground, and Han Sen held the other leg in his arm.

"Lutheran, do you really like being fucked by men?"

Han Sen asked while doing it.

Nietzsche nodded, shook his head again,

"Love being fucked by you."

"From now on, you will only do it with me, you understand."

"understood."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Han Sen."

"Say it again."

"Han Sen."

"good."

Han Sen kissed Nietzsche's lips, and stroked Nietzsche's hair with his fingers.

Han Sen's body and the way of doing it are all trained by Nietzsche over the years. Regardless of whether Han Sen was willing or not, the fit between the two is [-]%. This is beyond doubt, because this is an indelible Objective fact.

Han Sen dragged Nietzsche until midnight. In the end, Han Sen carried Nietzsche to take a shower, and then lay on the bed together.

"Are you tired?"

Nietzsche lay flat on Han Sen's side, wearing only a pair of black boxer bottoms, looking sleepy, as if he didn't want to answer Han Sen's question.

"answer me."

Han Sen reached out and squeezed Nietzsche's chin, turned his face around, and forced Nietzsche to communicate with himself.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen. He felt tired from being physically satisfied. He really didn't want to talk now, "I want to smoke."

Han Sen smiled silently, raised his arm and placed Nietzsche's head on his arm, "Uncle, your health has not been very good recently, you should quit smoking."

Nietzsche snorted coldly, turned over, turned his back to Han Sen, and blinked.

Han Sen hugged Nietzsche's waist from behind, and pressed his face against Nietzsche's neck.

"Angry?"

"Lutheran, your current physical condition is really not very good. I will take care of you slowly in the future, so it is better to quit smoking."

Nietzsche swung Han Sen's arm away, turned over lazily, looked at Han Sen coldly and said, "You mean I'm old now?"

Han Sen didn't speak.

"Then you can try young men, aren't there many little boys around you?"

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen displeased.

Han Sen pursed his lips, stretched his head forward, and kissed Nietzsche's lips.

"But I don't like men, you should know that."

Nietzsche looked straight at Han Sen's face, his expression was dark and unclear, he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally closed his eyes. After a while, he leaned on Han Sen's chest and fell into a deep sleep.

Han Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, squeezed Nietzsche's chin and said:

"Lutheran, I will always remember what I said tonight, you'd better not go back on your word, otherwise, this time, I will definitely make your life worse than death."