canine boyfriend

The boy punched him, and the edge of the fist hit his father on the nose.He heard a slamming sound, choked his throat and wanted to curse, but he didn't know what he was hitting.When the punch came out, he didn't even stand still. He took a step back, swayed, and punched again with all his strength.

Blood flowed out, and the boy didn't know whether the blood was from his own hands or from his father's nose.All he knew was that he wanted to kill him at this moment.

Do it, kill him.

What did I see just now?What did you see!Saw the old bastard pinning down the guy he liked, immobilizing him, and sticking his dirty hands in his pants!

When he was not around, he still wanted to treat men the same way he used to, bully him, humiliate him, package sexual violence and desire for control as love, give men a little tenderness, and then hurt him all over.I have seen men's tears when I was a child, no, it's not tears, men don't cry, but when they sleep in the corner of the sofa, there are a little tear stains on their faces.

He used to love him so much, waiting for him to come home, waiting for him to make a promise.A fist came, it was the old bastard's hand, the boy couldn't dodge, but he didn't dodge on purpose.He wanted to fight the old bastard completely, blood and flesh collided and flew together, punched to the flesh, and the bones were broken, no one should admit defeat, no one should stop, the father and son would die, hit one Until the person can no longer stand up.

Where did he hit himself, the boy didn't feel it, his world has gone crazy.He was the man's son, and the old bastard knew him as well as he knew himself.He knew that this person would definitely follow him, follow his own route to the man's house, find him... find their home.It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day, and he can't guard against it. He pretends to follow and wander around, just waiting for the old bastard to take the bait.

Who is more treacherous than whom?The boy punched him again, but he was still in pain to relieve his hatred and anger. He was his son, and he could think of everything he could fucking think of.

It's just...he didn't expect that the old bastard would want to rape the person he likes.The young man felt that he deserved the punch just now, and if he had come back a few minutes earlier, the man would not have been frightened by this.At this moment, he really wants to kill this person, so he can do whatever he likes, kill him, and the person he likes will be free, let him be free.

Until he kicked over, the two separated, and when he tried to rush again, he was hugged tightly by a person.Like ordering him to rein in a precipice, like advising him to turn his back on the shore, the young man wanted to charge forward again, those arms not only hugged his waist, but also pulled out a hand and grabbed his wrist.

The young man looked over fiercely, and he had already forgotten where he was, but when he saw the man's eyes, it seemed that there was a valve in his body that could control him. The anger dissipated slowly, leaving only hatred.

He can shake it off, the man's strength is not great, his body is thin, and his wrist doesn't need much strength.He stared at the hand that the man was struggling to grasp his, and his eyes were fixed on the wrist.It is so thin, it can even be said to be very thin, even if it is connected with a few more plates, the boy feels that it will be tired.

It shouldn't be holding a plate, it should be holding a microphone by nature, and it can only bear the weight of one microphone.But what did his own father do with it?ah?The boy's anger was easily accumulated, as long as he looked forward, he would think of the picture of the man being tied up.

"Don't!" The man hugged him tightly, hugging his waist in all directions, but he really couldn't hug him, the boy's strength was so great that he was afraid.In the past few days, when the young man trapped himself in the corner with ease, hugged him in his arms, and lifted him up, he thought that the young man's strength had been exhausted, but only now did he realize how stupid he was.

I also know how gentle this high school student is when he treats himself.

"Don't go, don't go!" The man didn't care about crying or anything else, he even pulled up his pants hastily, he just knew that he must hold him.He is still young, he has just come of age this year, he has not even passed the college entrance examination, he has a lot of good futures in front of him, he cannot kill people because of himself.

He has already seen that the young man has murderous intentions, and if he doesn't stop him, he will really beat his father to death.

The boy's fist was still in the man's hand, but he didn't dare to move it anymore.He took a long breath, exhaled, and took a deep breath, like a trapped animal that has not yet been beaten fiercely, but was kissed by the person he loves the most, so he calmed down.His upper lip was covered with blood, all from his nose, along the line of his lips, over his chin, and dripped to the ground

"Get out!" But when his eyes refocused on his father, he still couldn't control it.

The boy's father also had blood all over his face. He never expected that his son would play such a trick.For a long time, he never regarded this son as a powerful male competitor. Every time he saw this son, he would only think of that silly woman who was trapped in love.

He and his mother look so much alike. The boy's father always thought that his personality would be more like his mother's, gentle and deceitful, but he didn't expect that the child was completely like himself on the inside.Even what you see is pretty much the same.

"Get out!" The boy shouted again, pointing at the open door, "Get out!"

The boy's father leaned on the wall and stood up slowly. He wiped his nose with his white cuff, and it was immediately stained red.He sniffed again, his ears were buzzing, and the kick that was kicked just now hit the most vulnerable place of a man, and he almost couldn't stand up.He had to admit that in terms of physical strength, he was no longer comparable to his newly grown son.When he thought of his son lying on the man's body, doing what he had done, and venting his desire on the man's body, he became angry, or became angry from embarrassment.

A man shouldn't leave his own, and he shouldn't hook up with his son.

"Okay." The boy's father wiped his nose again, "Let's see."

He only left this sentence and left, leaving the boy and the man in a mess.The boy stood still, not knowing whether he was competing with himself or his own destiny.But the man didn't dare to let go of him all at once, for fear that if he didn't hold him back, the man would chase him out and continue to fight to the death.

"Let me see..." After more than ten minutes, the man dared to let go of him, first staggered to close the door, and then came back to tiptoe to look at the boy's nose.But the young man didn't let him look at it, he turned his head when he saw it, turned his head away when he saw it, stubbornly refused to have the wound checked, and turned into a stubborn stinky stone, no one could do anything about it.

"Let me see." But the man was still reluctant, even if it was a stinky rock that no one loved, he still hugged it tightly as a treasure. After a long time, he pulled the boy's wrist over and opened his fist. , rub his hand joints.

"It's all broken." He felt distressed. Before, he didn't understand why the boy grew up like this. He fought with others at school. This child was obviously not like this when he was young. Now he gradually understands that this is the greatest despair of a child. , he used aggressiveness to express his feelings, just because too many things were unacceptable.

The boy was still in a stalemate, gasping for breath, and then he was dragged into the house by the man. Time seemed to disappear from him, and he was still immersed in the anger of how to kill someone.Until a hot towel gently wiped his cheekbones, he slowly raised his eyelids and began to connect with the real world.

The man didn't speak, he had already forgotten everything that happened just now, and only the injured man was left in front of him.Because teenagers are always fighting, I bought a small medicine box at home, filled with messy potions, and I used them all today.

He wiped it carefully with a cotton swab. "The corners of his mouth are broken." He said involuntarily, his heart ached too much, but the boy's silence made him feel helpless, until he got up to change the towel, the silent boy grabbed his waist and sat down. On the edge of the bed, grab him as the last straw.

"Why, why..." The young man was exhausted, and buried his face in the man's stomach, yes, why, why did others have the love of parents when they were born, but he didn't have it, why did his own father love him? He is the one who hurt his mother, and he wants to hurt his boyfriend again. He thinks this is unfair, the world is unfair, and he has never given him a good look, and no one has taught him how to like others.

The man stroked the back of his neck. At this moment, he held back his tears. "No reason." He said to the boy, and he also said to himself, "If I don't move, I will live here. I don't owe him anything."

"I'm sorry." The boy began to regain his senses, remembering bit by bit what happened just now, he lowered his head, begging for forgiveness like a bad boy, "I really won't fight in the future."

The man patted his head again, fully convinced that he would not lie to anyone he promised himself.

"I can't let you live here, it's not safe." The boy rubbed on the man's clothes angrily, "He can find you wherever you hide."

"I'm not afraid." The man touched the boy's bleeding earlobe with his fingertips. He will always remember these injuries, "I'm not afraid of him."

"But I'm afraid." The young man said confusedly, and said in distress, he was still a fucking student, what would he use to fight the old bastard.It is impossible for me to keep an eye on the man every second, there will always be a time to let him succeed, in case he really comes again, and once again suppresses the man... The fire that the boy just extinguished suddenly rises again, but he can't help it. Dare to let the man see it, so I had to sneak down and press down.

"Pack your luggage, and I'll take you away." A few minutes later, the boy suddenly raised his head, as if there was a life-saving straw to grasp, "My grandpa's house is the only place my dad dare not go. you go."

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Wolfdog oath: I really won't fight in the future!