The actor is a licking dog

12.

Darkness provides convenience for all unspeakable desires.

Anke rushed over and pressed the man into the large and comfortable seat, biting hard on the two thin lips that were not warm, squeezing and licking the lips and teeth without restraint, and the smell of blood spread in a short time.

It wasn't a kiss, it was more like revenge.

Qin Feng frowned displeasedly, grabbed Anke's hair, intending to drag him away.

But Anke was crazy, and the pain of his scalp being torn would only make him more excited.

He rushed over regardless, straddled Qin Feng, imitated a man and grabbed the other's hair, and continued his savage kiss.

An Ke put all his heart into it, and the breath he exhaled was hot and hot, just like him, frank and violent, without knowing how to measure.

On the other hand, Qin Feng, even though his hair was torn and his clothes were crumpled, his aura was still as stable as Mount Tai, without any ripples. The eyes behind the glasses were deep and waveless, as if infected by the surrounding blackness.

Anke's tongue pried open his teeth, and was drawn into his warm mouth like a storm, wishing to swallow him whole.

The performance on the backstage was still going on, the sex slave's cries filled with pain and pleasure passed through most of the room, echoing in Anke's ears, stimulating his keen nerves.

"Damn, are you happy or not?"

An Ke straightened up, and leaned closer to Qin Feng's crotch, feeling the firmness there. He hooked the corner of his mouth, bit the silver chain and pulled off his glasses forcefully.

"Don't fuck until now, isn't it a man?"

In the darkness, Qin Feng's eyes turned cold, and one hand slid into Encore's clothes like a poisonous scorpion, slid down gently along the spine, slid into the skirt, and twisted hard on the buttocks, causing Encore's pain. The whole person tensed up.

Qin Feng said: "I don't like to fuck people in this kind of place."

13.

The two of them went to the suite on the roof, and it was later that Anke found out that this was Qin Feng's exclusive space reserved by Qin Feng in this club all the year round.

Even if he appears only a few times a year, someone is responsible for cleaning and tidying up every day.

As soon as the door was opened, the entire wall facing the door was turned into a huge projector, and "Last Tango in Paris" was playing on it. It was the original 4-hour version that Qin Feng found after searching around. .

The sound of the movie was muted, and the scenes of intense intercourse between men and women in the movie screen hit Anke's eyes, reflecting a cold light.

"you……"

"come over."

The two spoke at the same time, Anke took a deep look at the wall, then retracted his gaze and walked towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng pressed him back against the wall, and locked his neck tightly with his arms. The force was so great that An Ke felt that his neck might be broken by the opponent in the next second, and his body began to struggle and resist instinctively.

The chin was pinched violently, and half of the face was forced to press against the cold wall. Qin Feng pressed him from behind, bowed his head and kissed Anke's lips.

In an instant, Anke's mouth was filled with the aggressive and domineering aura of a man, and his mind was also occupied.

He became obedient and docile, and even occasionally raised his butt to rub against the hardness of the man against his tailbone.

"Don't wave."

Qin Feng bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly retreated and pushed open the door of the small room next door.

He took off the leather glove on his right hand, slapped Anke's butt with it, and ordered, "Go in."

An Ke walked in, and there was the sound of the door being locked behind him. Looking back, he saw Qin Feng took off the long black coat outside, holding the fingertips of the leather gloves in his teeth, and took them off slowly.

Very sexy, a kind of elegant and not arrogant but ecstatic and suffocating sexy.

An Ke rushed up to kiss him again, Qin Feng wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, and led him into the room while kissing.

The two kissed fiercely and inseparably. Enke lost his mind and held his hands above his head. His wrists tightened, and pain followed.

He frowned hissingly, raised his eyes to look at his hands, the black ribbon that bound his wrist was knotted hard by Qin Feng.

He was hung and tied to a cold iron frame.

An Ke struggled for his wrist, then tightened his grip on the rope and stood up straighter. The pain eased, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Will you, will you let me kneel down and call you 'Master'?"

Qin Feng was taking things out of the drawer with his back turned to him. Hearing this, he turned his face to the side, with a half-smile: "Do you want to?"

An Ke recalled the performance he saw just now, those "slaves" kneeling in the hall, bit their lips tightly and did not speak.

He likes the trembling pleasure brought about by pain and fear, but he doesn't like to rise to the spiritual level. He doesn't want to develop a master-slave relationship with Qin Feng.

Qin Feng turned around and walked in front of him, with a cold dagger in his hand.

The hairs all over Anke's body stood on end.

The dagger pressed against his hot cheek, An Ke didn't dare to move, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times nervously.

"I'm not Dom, you can rest assured."

Qin Feng slashed the dagger across Anke's jaw, and Anke tightened the rope in his hand, trying to raise his chin to avoid the cold touch.

"Shhhhh-"

Qin Feng shook his head at him, put his arm around Anke's thin waist, and imprisoned him whole. The tip of the dagger grazed Anke's throat little by little, and pressed against his collarbone.

"You are absolutely safe with me, just enjoy your cooperation, if you are afraid, you can leave now."

An Ke lowered his eyes and looked down. The man's pale and powerful fingers controlled the sharp dagger to cut open his thin woolen sweater, and he was slowly invading downward.

The excitement hit again, and the lower body quickly erected.

He tilted his head and bit Qin Feng's lower lip, which was close at hand, and whispered with seductive panting: "I'm not afraid, I'm looking forward to seeing how you fuck me."

Qin Feng kissed him deeply for a moment, the blade in his hand had already cut half of Anke's top, he slowly inserted the dagger into Anke's skirt waist, the chilled blade slipped into the underwear against the fleshy skin, only a few feet away from the erect cock But three or four centimeters away.

Enke's scalp was numb, his body was tense and trembling because of the danger, but his heart was eager to be more dangerous.

He bit his kissed red lips tightly, staring at Qin Feng with anticipation and excitement.

Qin Feng tore the woolen sweater to pieces, walked around behind Encore, stretched across the sensitive waist and abdomen with one hand and pinched the flesh pink nipples upwards, pulled out the dagger with the other hand and rubbed the mermaid line behind him, and opened the hem of the skirt , using the back of the knife to make a deep mark on Anke's round buttocks.

"Um……"

An Ke tilted his head back and let out an unbearable gasp. He leaned against Qin Feng's body and whispered, "My arm is sore."

"Be patient."

Qin Feng twisted his nipple hard, and Anke arched his back in pain.

The man withdrew and scratched his skirt and socks with a dagger, his movements were neat and crisp, but in the blink of an eye, all the clothes on Anke's body were torn off, and the wig was thrown aside, except for a pair of khaki pants on his feet Stiletto boots.

Qin Feng walked around him, found a wet towel, and wiped off the cheap makeup on An Ke's face.

After finishing, he stood a little further away and looked at Encore, his eyes were deep and serious, as if he was looking at a work of art.

An Ke didn't understand why he stopped suddenly, but when the man stared at him so earnestly, he felt a subtle itch in his heart, as if he was being cherished by the other party.

His arm was so sore, he twisted his body impatiently, trying to relieve the soreness, the light sound of his high heels stepping on the ground, recalled Qin Feng's reverie about leaving.

He turned around, picked up a single-strand whip from the side, and whipped Anke's butt hard.

"Hush-"

Anke was so painful that tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and a red mark immediately appeared on his round buttocks.

Qin Feng raised his hand and whipped again, and the rough leather whip followed the traces of blood marks and went around in front of his body, brushing against An Ke's genitals, which had softened due to the severe pain, like a playful one.

"If you can't take it, just say 'tango' and I'll stop."

The tail of the whip swept across the glans, and poked the horse's eyes inadvertently, Anke shuddered, and the lower body immediately swelled again.

He groaned excitedly, his hands clenched the ropes that bound freedom, and his eyes followed the whip in the man's hand as it wandered over his naked body.

I don't know when, there will be another whip.

He was expecting and fearing, his heart was repeatedly pulled by two extreme and contradictory emotions, but his penis was stiffer than ever.

The single-strand whip came to his chest, and lightly swept over the two hardened pimples. Enke was very sensitive here, and got goosebumps when he was provoked. Feng's trousers felt a sharp pain again where he had been whipped.

He couldn't tell whether it was pain or pleasure, he only knew that his whole body was very hot and restless.

With a "snap", the whip hit his other buttocks. Qin Feng stood behind him, listening to his groans, and pressed the whip between Anke's buttocks.

Anke subconsciously clamped his ass.

The warm and rough whip stroked the delicate skin around his anus, pushing Anke's pendulous testicles from back to front inch by inch. At the same time, there was a cold blade feeling between his thighs. It was Qin Feng who was stroking him with a dagger.

Anke was trembling all over, and the hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat, hanging down in strands.

He longed for Qin Feng to hurt him severely, instead of such a grueling tease.

"hurry up--"

Before he finished speaking, the whip lashed his thighs hard, and Anke was so painful that he could hardly stand still. He staggered and hurt his tied arms.

"How to do it, I have the final say." Qin Feng put a thin and cool dagger against Anke's waist, tilted his head and bit his red earlobe, "Understood?"

A sentence with an extremely soft voice, but the meaning is full of brutality and strength.

There was another "snap" of the whip, and it hit the already red and swollen buttocks. Anke was so painful that he could not speak, so he could only bite his lips tightly, panting heavily and nodding.

"Good boy."

Qin Feng pressed the handle of the whip against one of Anke's cheeks, forcing him to turn his head. He kissed Anke's lips soothingly, and then lightly landed on Anke's back with a whip.

Anke's shoulder blades shrugged, and the young man's vigorous body was as beautiful as an oil painting. The two shoulder blades were like butterflies, ready to fly up at any time.

Qin Feng bowed his head greedily and kissed his back one after another, the sharp knife tip stuck to the edge of the shoulder blade leaving a white scratch, Anke occasionally moved slightly, the knife tip would pierce into the skin, A trace of blood oozes out.

Sweat flows down the skin, and when it passes through a small wound, it feels like being pricked by a needle.

Anke's lower body was swollen, and he wanted to ejaculate for relief, but Qin Feng wrapped his penis with a soft whip.

He was impatient, and it didn't take long before he was tossed all over his body and fell down, but his hands couldn't break free from the ropes, so he began to beg for mercy.

"Let me cum, please fuck me-ah-"

An Ke's back hole was roughly pushed open, he turned his head to look at the man next to him, the man pulled out the hilt of the dagger expressionlessly, and stabbed it hard again.

Although the cold metallic feeling didn't really go deep into his body, the impacts made An Ke's eyes shine brightly.

The dick swelled even more, and the slender soft whip entangled him both painfully and pleasantly.

"Want to cum, fucking let me cum- um-hmm-"

An Ke twisted his waist impatiently, he heard the crisp sound of the dagger falling to the ground, and then his back hole was fucked open again, this time it was an egg-like vibrating egg.

Qin Feng didn't turn on the switch in a hurry, but let go of the soft whip, and stroked Anke up and down a few times with his cool hand.

Just when An Ke wanted to shoot his waist in his palm, Qin Feng pressed his hand on his eyes, and then took out a plastic bag from his pocket.

Under Anke's confused and confused gaze, he tore open the plastic bag with his mouth, and took out the slender hose with a diameter of about 2 mm.

Qin Feng brought the end of the hose to Anke's mouth, "Lick it wet."

An Ke didn't understand what he was going to do, so he obediently stick out the tip of his pink tongue, thinking that as long as he followed Qin Feng's mind, he could ejaculate quickly.

As a result, in the next second, Qin Feng inserted the wet hose into his eye that had already secreted prostatic fluid.

"Ahhhh-"

The feeling of foreign body intrusion was not good, Anke was so painful that he was going crazy, and he let out a series of wailing with his neck raised.

Unmoved, Qin Feng inserted the hose to the end coldly and gently. At the same time, he put his arms around Anke's slender waist with one hand, and turned on the switch of the vibrating egg with the other hand.

The hose directly stimulated the prostate through the urethra, and the vibrating egg in the back hole was constantly massaging the ecstasy part through the warm and thin rectal wall. Soon, the pleasure replaced the pain and occupied all his senses.

The G-spot is constantly under double impact, and the surge of pleasure is stronger than ever, together with the piercing pain, it is unstoppable, An Ke really wants to drown in this extreme joy and pain.

Tried to ejaculate, but his penis was blocked by the hose and he couldn't.

Anke seemed to be crazy, with tears in his eyes, shaking his head indiscriminately and yelling.

He wanted to stop, wanted Qin Feng to stop this endless orgasm control, this feeling of wanting to ejaculate but being powerless was more tormenting than pain.

But he forgot the agreed safe word, and he couldn't even utter a complete and meaningful syllable at this moment, except for calling, or calling.

Qin Feng hugged him, stretched his chin with one hand to kiss him, Enke's cry was blocked back and turned into a series of small whimpers, which were particularly provocative.

The man's breath finally became a little unstable. He pinched Anke's chin forcefully, forcing the other party to open his mouth wide due to the pain, and then savagely invaded and swept away, killing everyone.

It wasn't until Anke's tears flowed between their lingering lips and teeth, and Qin Feng tasted the salty taste, that he let go of Anke.

"Can't bear it?" Qin Feng asked.

Anke nodded again and again, tears streaming down her face.

After all, considering that this was the first time the other party was exposed to sexual abuse, Qin Feng didn't use any other props, and pulled out the hose little by little, Encore cried and ejaculated.

Qin Feng raised his hand to untie the ropes that tied his wrists. Anke's arms were sore and stiff as if they had been crippled, and his wrists were even torn and blood oozing.

Qin Feng pulled his wrist to his mouth, licked it lightly with the tip of his wet tongue, and then threw Enke onto the soft bed beside him.

Anke lay paralyzed on the bed, his white chest heaving violently, before recovering from the experience just now, Qin Feng pulled out the throbbing thing in his back hole, and pushed forward with his swollen purple cock into Encore.

"what--"

The body was fucked away, Anke arched his upper body, and opened his mouth wide to absorb more oxygen.

He put his arms around Qin Feng's neck, raised his head with difficulty and tried to kiss him, but his body was turned over in the position where the two were combined, and he knelt on the bed like a dog, enduring Qin Feng's unkind words Fuck.

An Ke was a little angry, and said in a hoarse voice: "Haven't you eaten? Work harder."

In the next second, his red and swollen buttocks were slapped hard, and he buried his head in the bed sheet with excitement, his buttocks pouted higher, and he tightened his acupoints to clamp Qin Feng even tighter.

The man pushed deeper, and the big, hard thing almost pierced him.

"Um... ah..."

Anke was so fucked that he became erect again. He wanted to use his hand to relieve it, but his wrist was tightly clenched.

He wanted to look back at the man who fucked him behind him, to see what that handsome face looked like when he was fucking him, but in the next second, the man pinned the back of his head, and his face was pressed against the bed and deformed.

Again and again, Qin Feng fucked faster and deeper.

When Encore was finally fucked, he squirted a lot of liquid uncontrollably as if he was incontinent.

But Qin Feng, after a brief absence, walked into the bathroom with a cold expression on his face, Anke was limp there, like garbage he had thrown away casually, and he didn't even want to give him his eyes.

14.

The suite was very big, the two of them didn't go back and slept separately.

Anke suffered from insomnia, sat in the living room and finished watching "Last Tango in Paris" as a silent film.

At the end of the film, he suddenly remembered the safe words that Qin Feng had agreed with him.

tango.

Then, he pushed Qin Feng's bedroom away, and under the displeased eyes of the man, he asked, "Do you know my name?"

Qin Feng didn't understand, so he asked, "What?"

Anke asked again persistently, just like in the movie where the hero finally rushed into the hostess' house and asked her name, "Do you know my name?"

Qin Feng probably understood, and gave him the answer: "Encore."

An Ke laughed, he and Qin Feng were much better than the couple in the movie who started having crazy sex without knowing their names.