POW camp

Hovis' mansion is in the southeast corner of Fancheng.He is famous for his enjoyment and taste, and the environment here is the best, away from the busy city center, clean and elegant.The mansion turned out to be the mansion of a certain grand duke, who entered Kyoto and left Fancheng.Instead of Howes, he completely renovated the entire mansion.

The carriage quickly passed through the long tree-lined avenue, bypassed the huge fountain in the yard, and stopped in front of the door. Several teenagers lined up in two rows.Hovis also has a very prominent name, that is lust.He is passionately fond of beautiful boys, and all the servants in the mansion are boys between the ages of 15 and 23, and at most no more than 25 years old.In the words of Howes, once a man turns 25, he becomes old rubber, hard and tough, without aesthetic feeling.He is also very fond of the new and dislikes the old. All the attendants around him have been replaced one after another, except for Kelan, but it is said that it is only because he has been in charge for too long, and he only serves as a servant—Klan is 20 years old After that, Hovis never slept in his bed again.

Hovis is as famous for his lewdness as Morton, Captain of the Fancheng Guards, for his devotion, and their anecdotes are often the stuff of upper-class chatter.What ingenuity did Captain Morton try to please his lover again, and what kind of boy did Hovis start to dote on again.I heard that there are three rooms full of training equipment in Hovis's house, and the entire floor is used as a training room; I also heard that two floors of underground prisons were secretly built under the mansion, specially used to punish those extremely stubborn and disobedient slaves; I heard that Hovis is a frequent visitor to those weird clubs, and his professional skills make even the most seasoned trainer in Fancheng feel ashamed; I heard that he favors different boys every night, and at least three... socialites and ladies They used small fans to cover their blushing faces, but tried their best to pretend nothing had happened, and hid aside to eavesdrop.Well, Hovis is actually more attractive than that single-minded Morton, who makes him look at you with such affectionate eyes and speak so beautifully.

Kelan waved his hand and asked the two teenagers to carry Lan Ting in. The wounded appearance of the prisoner of war surprised several servants.Hovis walked up the stairs quickly and ordered loudly, "Klan, I'll give you two days. After dinner tomorrow, I want him to appear on my bed."

Kelan was a little embarrassed: "Master, he has been tortured a lot, I'm afraid..."

Hovis stopped suddenly, turned back and smiled, his tone was gentle but unquestionable: "Then how long do you want me to wait, Klan? It's tomorrow night, you send him to my room. Remember, Let him recover, I have no interest in playing with a corpse."

Crane hurriedly bowed in trepidation: "Yes, master."

Hovis nodded in satisfaction, quickened his pace and walked up to the second floor, and at the same time ordered repeatedly: "Prepare the bath water for me, I want to take a good bath, the dungeon is really dirty. Minter and Fred Lai, come in and serve me." The eyes of the two teenagers behind him lit up, and they said in unison flattered, "Yes, master." Ignoring the jealous eyes of the other teenagers, they happily followed Hovis into the bedroom.

Lan Ting felt that he was about to die, his body felt like being scorched by tongues of fire, it was painful and hot, and he was extremely thirsty.In a trance, it was the endless dense forest again. The sound of the enemy searching around was getting closer and closer, and the barking of dogs could be clearly heard, and occasionally a crisp gunshot pierced the dawn.Lan Ting was lying on the grass, as if he didn't even have the strength to breathe. He was so hungry and thirsty that he lost the feeling of pain.He could faintly see a little bit of light through the dense branches and leaves, but he couldn't see the sky.The light of the morning sun shines in one by one, like the smile of an angel.

Not bad, he thought, although he didn't die on the battlefield, he must have attracted all the pursuers to his side.With all his strength, he pulled the safety of the pistol and raised it to his temple-the gun still had the last bullet in it. "A real soldier will not be a prisoner." The mother stood firmly in front of her, "Lan Ting, if you die in battle, I will not be sad, but proud!"

Yes, mother... Lan Ting smiled silently, and just pulled the trigger lightly.

——At this time, he smelled a pungent spicy smell.

"Poison gas!" He was suddenly alert, but it was too late.The extreme weakness of his body made him lose his sensitivity to slight changes in the outside world. Once he noticed it, the poisonous gas had already penetrated into his pores.Lan Ting's body was weak, and he couldn't lift up any strength, and the pistol fell to the ground.His vision blurred and he slowly closed his eyes.

After the darkness, the lazy voice sounded in his ears: "You lost to Lan Ting again, so you have noble blood, that's all." It's been a long time since he heard this voice, but it still made him hard to forget. He gritted his teeth in hatred.He wiped the blood off his lips vigorously, looked at the man with a mocking expression, and stretched out a hand to him who was lying on the ground in a pretentious gesture.Lan Ting suddenly stood up and swung the sharp blade out, drawing a sharp arc in the air. Only then did he hear the teacher on the sidelines scold: "Lan Ting, stop!" It was too late, the man was stunned After a moment, he felt blood splatter on his face, and there was a burning pain.

Lan Ting suddenly opened his eyes.The surroundings were very quiet, and he exhaled lightly before realizing that he was dreaming just now.He didn't move, and looked at where he was now from the corner of his eye.It seems that it is evening, the room is very dark, but there are no lights on, the afterglow of the setting sun shines in through the white window screens, bringing a golden misty warmth to everything in front of us.

This is a place where only rich people can live, Lan Ting thought, and he also pays attention to enjoyment.The bed is very comfortable, the quilt is fluffy and light but very warm.It has been a long time since he slept so soundly, and Lan Ting almost retracted into the quilt for another sleep.

At this moment, a beast-like intuition gripped him firmly.Lan Ting turned his head and looked directly at the dark corner diagonally opposite, where there was a faint figure sitting there.Lan Ting sat up abruptly, his muscles tensed immediately, and he was on full alert.He narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Who?!"

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, even the acuity that I have always been proud of has become so weak. Lan Ting, are you a cook or an orderly at the front?" With a mocking tone, the man Shi Shiran stood up, Walking slowly and gracefully to the side of the bed.

"Horvis, it really is you." Even if his whole body is still hurting, Lan Ting will never show any weakness in front of this person.He lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, stood upright, and sneered: "Even if I am only responsible for digging trenches at the front, it is better than you hiding behind and watching."

"No, no, no." Hovis leisurely raised a finger and shook it, "You underestimate the intelligence work too much. Our efforts and lives are definitely no less than those of the soldiers on the front line."

"Others must be, but you and I can't guarantee it. When you were receiving special training, you were stealing, cheating, drinking, and lusting. What else can you do besides hiding in the dark to avoid disaster?"

Hovis stared at Lan Ting for a while, then suddenly smiled: "You still can't forget the things that have happened for so many years, Lan Ting, I didn't expect me to leave such a deep impression on you, it's really touching."

"Yeah, it's really profound." Lan Ting squinted at him arrogantly, "It's so disgusting to see you again after so many years."

"It's okay to be disgusting, it's better than having no impression." Hovis said affectionately and meaningfully, "As long as I can leave a little place in your heart, I'm willing to die."

"I don't want to." Lan Ting glanced at him, "It's a great misfortune in my life to be able to see you before I die."

"Dead?" Hovis laughed, "How could you die? With me here, you will only continue to live happier."

"Forget it." Lan Ting took a few steps to the seat where Hovis was sitting just now, picked up the plate of blueberries in front of him, swallowed them unceremoniously, and said vaguely: "Take it out, swallow the poison, the pistol , or intravenously."

Hovis sat next to him and watched him put blueberries into his mouth spoonful after childishly, as if he had never eaten them before: "Do you want to die that much? There are many ways."

"What can I do?" Lan Ting shrugged, talking about life and death as if he was talking about traveling somewhere, "People of the Lan family must not be prisoners. If they die, they must die on the battlefield. I didn't kill myself, it was just an accident , this kind of mistake will not happen again."

Hovis lowered his face and sneered, "Not to be a prisoner? What a stupid insistence."

Lan Ting threw down the silver spoon, his face was as cold as ice: "I found that we have no common language at all, Hovis, we are too different in terms of values ​​and life orientation. I never thought that, in To shed the last drop of blood for the country on the battlefield can be called stupidity."

"Yeah." Hovis said with a drawn-out voice, "Aim the gun at the temple, lightly pull the trigger, 'bang'—things from now on will no longer concern me, what else? What's more exciting and simpler than this? You can also win the title of a hero, it's perfect."

Lan Ting stood up "Huo", his eyes were raging with anger: "Go to your mother, Hovis, if you dare to say such a sentence again, I will beat you to the teeth!"

Hovis didn't take his threat to heart at all, folded his arms and looked up at Lan Ting, shaking his head mockingly: "For a prisoner of war who has just been tortured, you have recovered very well."

"It's really good, it's enough to make you..." Lan Ting suddenly stopped, he took a few breaths, and struggled to utter two words, "Lan... Berry..." his body slipped softly.

Hovis took a step forward to catch him, and smiled lightly: "I haven't seen you for many years, and I'm still so greedy. After being in the battlefield, it seems to have gotten worse." Lan Ting found that he couldn't gather any strength, and was hugged by Hovis In my arms, on the bed.He was ashamed and angry, resentful and frustrated.Damn blueberries!

"Don't do this." Hovis gently wiped the juice from the blueberries on his lips, "I promise you, I will never tell anyone about your cute weakness."

"You bastard!" Lan Ting's eyes almost burst into flames.Hovis' slender fingers landed on the buttons of Lanting's pajamas, and unbuttoned them one by one.

"What are you going to do!" Lan Ting waved his arms to resist in horror, but it was a pity that those few blows were so weak that even a fly could not be blown away.Hovis met Lan Ting's eyes, gently stroked his face with his thumb, and said in a low voice, "Did you know Lan Ting, death is not the hardest thing, the hardest thing is suffering humiliation and abuse, facing There is only torture and suffering, but you still need to be full of hope, firm in your beliefs, and continue to live." He spoke very gently and earnestly, but unfortunately Lan Ting turned a deaf ear and suddenly turned his head to bite Hovis' hand, but he avoided it up.

Lan Ting glared at him: "Hovis, if you dare to touch a hair on me, I will bite you to death!" Hovis straightened up and smiled, which seemed a bit bitter.He pulled out a black cloth belt from his pocket and tied Lan Ting's eyes.

Unable to move his body and unable to see anything, Lan Ting's other senses became extremely sharp.The coolness of Chiguo's skin against the smooth sheets, the sound of Hovis undressing, and the tingling of the arm muscles from the needle injection, he heard Hovis whispering in his ear, "This thing will make you feel better." You are very comfortable, Lan Ting."

He gritted his teeth and exhausted the greatest courage in his life, so he didn't ask for mercy.At the beginning, he let Hovis fiddle with it without saying a word, but after a quarter of an hour, the strength of the medicine came up.Lust is like an unquenchable flame, and like a rising tide, the waves cannot be contained.That night was so crazy and humiliating that Lan Ting didn't want to mention it again for a long time.In other words, he didn't remember anything clearly.Hovis seems to be very gentle, but also seems to be very rough, no matter which one, he can only be forced to bear it, like a lonely boat, tossing and turning in the rushing waves, until finally falling into darkness...

In the morning of the next day, a simple and light carriage stopped in front of the Hovis mansion, and a man about 30 years old got out.He is tall and tall, with thick dark brown hair and a resolute face, which seems to be unsmiling, and his eyes are even a little cold.Crane was already waiting at the door, and bowed deeply: "Good morning, Captain Morton."

Morton glanced at him coldly, and asked, "Where's Hovis?" His tone was hard, as if he were knocking on granite.

"He's in the bedroom."

Morton ignored the purple-haired boy again, and was swept into the mansion like the wind, and Kelan hurried forward to lead the way.

As soon as he opened the door, Morton immediately smelled a strong smell of lust. He frowned impatiently and looked around.A large bed in the middle is surrounded by heavy curtains, so you can't see what's going on inside.Hovis was still lazily sitting on the soft sofa.Her hair was disheveled, and she wore a silk morning coat casually—in Morton's eyes, silk was the most impractical thing, surprisingly expensive, wrinkle-prone, and difficult to manage. Hovis preferred it because it was comfortable enough.The morning coat was dark green, which made Hovis's skin extremely pale, almost sickly.He wore white gloves on his hands—in Morton's eyes, this man wore gloves all the time, like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Hovis raised his eyelids to look at Morton, slowly picked up the wine glass in front of him, and took a sip. "It's so early, Morton." He greeted lazily, his voice hoarse from a night of excessive sex.

It's already 11 o'clock, how early?Morton felt that this man was really unreasonable. He was always vigorous and decisive, and he didn't want to waste time in boring conversations. He said directly: "Where is the prisoner? I will take him away!"

"I haven't finished the trial yet." Hovis complained half-truthfully, "You're too impatient." He smiled as if thinking of something, "But this kid tastes really good, enough flavor, enough strength, haha." He pointed at Morton rolled his eyes, "Why don't you try it?"

"I'm just here to perform official duties." Morton said lightly, "Please give me the man quickly."

"Then there's no need to be so impatient. After all, he has just been tortured and hasn't formally entered the prisoner-of-war camp. He hasn't become your burden yet."

"Honestly speaking, Hovis, I don't trust you very much. The same is true for the last prisoner of war. I heard that he almost confessed and was dragged back to the mansion by you. In the end, he was played to death."

Howes sighed regretfully: "It can't be helped, that kid is so weak. In fact, I haven't started to train him yet. You don't have to be so nervous, I have improved a lot."

"Just in case." Morton didn't budge.

"Okay, okay." Hovis sighed, regretting Morton's incomprehensible style, and pointed to the bed in the middle, "It's inside, take a look."

Morton stepped forward and opened the curtain, only to see Lan Ting with a quilt slanted around his waist.The young man seemed to have fainted, his hands were tied tightly and hung on the head of the bed, the bed was covered with dried blood and white semen, a naked rape scene.

Morton waved to his subordinates: "Take it away."

"Wait!" Hovis called him, "This kid is very good, I haven't played enough. Morton, we have known each other for so long, you should know my rules, and no one should play until I am not tired of playing." I want to touch him." He raised his glass to Morton, "I think you can understand my weird hobby." Kelan, who was waiting at the side, walked up, got into the curtain, wiped Lan Ting's body hastily, and put on a pair of clothes. set of clothes.In fact, most of the things on the bed were fake, and Lan Ting's injury was by no means as serious as it seemed.Ke Lan tidied up Lan Ting and asked two teenagers to carry him out.

Hovis sighed and said, "Morton, I'm sorry to bother you, but I suddenly developed an extraordinary interest in this Lanting. I think you should understand this feeling? After all, your The guard..."

"I'm sorry Hovis." Morton interrupted him coldly. "I don't think it can compare."

"Oh, I said the wrong thing." Hovis apologized half-heartedly, "but, well, my interest in him is serious, and I must make him the perfect slave. But really I'm sorry to trouble you too much, after all, you are responsible for the security of Fancheng and hold an important position, so you are just a prisoner of war."

"You should be meticulous in your work, Hovis. It's an extraordinary time. Even if there is only one prisoner living outside the prison camp, it can threaten the safety of the city."

"Yes, you're quite right," Hovis agreed loudly. "I should really apologize for my waywardness. Why don't you, Morton, I set up a training room in a POW camp so that people don't have to Bring it out, haha."

Morton glanced at him: "Yes, the prisoner-of-war camp is waiting for you to visit at any time."

Morton came and went quickly, and Hovis didn't get up to see him off, as if the fine wine in his hand was more attractive than the captain of the Fancheng Guard.Crane closed the door tightly, lifted a corner of the window screen to look out, and said after a while, "He's gone, master."

Hovis drank the wine in his glass and lowered his voice: "Send the news immediately. The heir of the Lan family is not dead. He has been imprisoned in the fancheng prisoner-of-war camp. His identity has not been revealed yet. Please organize a rescue as soon as possible."

"Yes." Kelan pondered for a moment, before hesitating to speak.

"Anything else?" Hovis lowered his eyelids, playing with the clear glass in his hand.

"Master, what you did to Second Lieutenant Lan Ting last night... I'm afraid..."

"Are you afraid that he will commit suicide if he is raped by me?" Hovis said lightly, "Don't worry, he won't. He hasn't bitten me to death yet."