The smile of the reborn king

Hong Xiyang has a rough character, a cruel temperament, and a low IQ, but he knows how to use stupid methods to please his elders. The fairy private club tortured a young man to death, and now he has just returned to China, and he almost killed Liang Feng as well.

Besides, did he kill more innocent people?

Lu Yu sat back on the sofa calmly, crossed his legs, waited for Hong Xiyang to untie his shoelaces with his mouth, and said, "Take it off and put it aside."

Hong Xiyang's face turned blue and white for a while, and then turned red with embarrassment and anger. The colorful colors are so exciting, but he didn't dare to say anything. He bit the upper of Lu Yu's sneakers with his teeth and lips, and took them off for him. Only one of them lowered its head and held it in its mouth, knelt and crawled to the edge of the bed and placed it neatly.

"Socks." Lu Yu said again.

Hong Xiyang panted sharply, his majestic chest muscles rose and fell, and his face was ashamed as a cooked lobster.

Lu Yu chuckled lowly, waiting for him to resist.

But Hong Xiyang only hesitated for a moment, and then quickly crawled over, raised his face and licked the edge of the sock that was biting his ankle, and tore it down with great effort, completely turning into a loyal dog slave, pulling the two together He took off all the socks with his mouth, put them on the shoes next to the bed, and crawled back and kneeled to one side in a neat manner.

Lu Yu's eyes became more disdainful, and he said, "Why are you kneeling still? I want my master to teach you a little bit?"

Hong Xiyang lowered his head even more, and his big hands on the ground were clenched with veins exposed and creaking, and the muscles on his arms were also tense and swollen, but he still didn't dare to disobey at all, and obediently climbed forward, Stretching out his tongue to probe his mouth, he sucked on Lu Yu's clean and groomed toes.

"Bitch." Lu Yu kicked him to the ground with a kick.

Hong Xiyang's shoulders and neck were in pain from being kicked, and with a muffled grunt, his sturdy bronze body lay on his back. After falling to the ground, he subconsciously curled up his fingers that had just been trampled to the bone, and hurriedly wanted to turn over and get up.

"Lie down and don't move." Lu Yu said softly.

Hong Xiyang's body tightened, and he lay down obediently.

With bare feet, Lu Yu got up and took two or three steps, stepped on his solid chest lying flat, and stepped on his strong and thick pectoralis major with both feet. A cool floor is more comfortable to step on.

Hong Xiyang straightened his chest muscles to support his weight, and looked at him with shrinking eyes, not knowing what kind of torture would be next.The more he knows, the more he is afraid. He has been a slave for so many years, but he knows exactly what a master can do to make a slave miserable.

With a mocking chuckle in the corner of Lu Yu's mouth, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, stood upright on his chest muscles, looked down at him and said, "Why don't you resist? You are a violent and tough guy. The blood produced is only a lot more than that of the general underworld, why did you succumb to my feet so quickly? Just because you are afraid of death?"

Hong Xiyang's face turned red with shame and anger at first, then turned pale with fright, and hurriedly defended: "I have never killed anyone, I really have never killed anyone..."

Lu Yu ignored his sophistry, knelt down, grabbed his thick arm with his hands, and stretched it casually.

The scene of himself torturing others was reflected in Hong Xiyang's mind. At this time, he was afraid that Lu Yu would cripple his arm, and he was trembling with fright. He didn't dare to use any strength, and stretched and bent his arm obediently, holding his breath.

Lu Yu didn't seem to notice the change in his expression, and only looked down at the large muscles on his thick arms that had been deliberately trained in the gym. No matter how big or small an oriental man's muscles are, they are always tight, smooth and full of elasticity.Lu Yu understood this very well.

He slowly touched and played with the full and strong biceps of Hong Xiyang's arm, then let go of his hand, and sighed softly: "I dared to fight with me before, but now I'm so useless, it's really a waste of gold and jade." Among them, you are almost like a famous traitor in the Republic of China, you are not his reincarnation, are you?"

As he said that, he slapped him casually, watching the movement like patting a child lightly, but the strength was surprisingly great.

"Snapped!"

Hong Xiyang's head was tilted from the beating, he had been kicked just now and still has a splitting headache, and now he became dizzy again, with stars in his eyes.

Lu Yu felt that the chest muscles under his feet were tense at the moment of being hit, and the touch was excellent. He could not help but single out his thick eyebrows. While touching the smooth and thick chest muscles under his feet with his left hand, he raised his right hand and patted Hong Xiyang's face: "Don't worry, hitting with this kind of strength will only make you feel pain, it hurts to the bone, it can beat people into dementia, but the skin will not swell up for a while, and it will be tomorrow's business if it swells up."

Hong Xiyang was in unbearable pain, and his head, which had been kicked so many times just now, was even more uncomfortable. He was afraid that he would die in the next moment, so he hurriedly growled and begged for mercy: "Master... Master... forgive me... ..."

Lu Yu ignored it, and continued to slap him, causing his throat to growl and tears to overflow from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't hit...my head is going to explode...ah! Master..."

Hong Xiyang was in pain and fear, and in the slight struggle, the thick man's voice was crying again and again, how could he dare to rise up the heart of resistance?I don't even know where I am ashamed and resentful!

Lu Yu finally stopped, stretched out his left hand to pinch his hard chin, and grabbed his biceps with his right hand as if trying to crush his biceps, just looking at him indifferently.

The obviously calm and indifferent look, but the murderous eyes that are as bright as lightning, such a perfect fusion of contrasts, it is even more chilling, exuding invisible and intangible harsh pressure, the room is full of silence, as if the god of death has come, it is shocking asphyxia.

Hong Xiyang was dizzy from the pain, and his tough face was covered with tears. He endured the double dull pain in his head and arm muscles. Under Lu Yu's gaze, he became more and more frightened. He trembled with fear and felt ashamed. , even his thinking seemed to be frozen, and he instinctively flattered him: "I, I resist...Master, you said...You order, I resist..."

Lu Yu sneered, pinched his chest muscles and biceps two more times before standing up, put his hands back into his trouser pockets, and said: "Then when you receive the order to resist later, resist with all your might , you act as a fierce horse and have fun with my grandfather. Don't worry, I'm not as cruel and bloody as you, and I don't like that kind of dirty things."

Hong Xiyang's arm was freed, and his head, which was so painful that it was about to explode, was not beaten again. He couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, swallowing nervously in a trance and somewhat delirious, waiting to obey the order.

Lu Yu slowly walked down from him: "So, even if you play to death, you will look unharmed, even if you resist."

Hong Xiyang trembled when he heard it. He was afraid of pain, and even more afraid of death. The feeling of weakness and cowardice filled his heart and mind under the fear of dying before and the invisible pressure just now. Fist?

Lu Yu turned around and took the chain and collar, and in a blink of an eye he saw the naked thing between his legs, which was completely limp now, lying listlessly in the thick black.

Lu Yu probed and grabbed it lightly.

Hong Xiyang no longer knew what shame was, and stood upright, letting him play with him.

Lu Yu didn't have a penchant for masturbating the slave, so he fiddled with it twice to see that he hadn't broken the skin just now, so he let go of his hand and picked up the collar as if to put it on his neck.

Hong Xiyang quickly stretched his neck to cooperate docilely, and whispered humbly in a rough voice: "Thank you, master, for the reward."

Lu Yu ignored his flattery, and locked the collar with a small copper lock with a calm expression, put the key in his pocket, straightened up and led the other end of the iron chain, and walked towards the left wall: "As a Master, naturally rewards and punishments must be distinguished, since you are obedient, let me warm you up now."

Hong Xiyang hurriedly turned over and put his limbs on the ground, kneeling and crawling, being led by him to follow.

Lu Yu hung the whip he had thrown away just now on the left wall, and found another short wool whip that was the softest, a four-foot short wool whip. Itching and irritation.

He punched twice casually, feeling that it was smooth, then turned around and tied Hong Xiyang, who was holding his breath quietly, to the iron frame nailed to the ground beside him: "Lie down."

"Yes, master." Hong Xiyang responded in a rough voice, climbed to the side of the iron frame and lay on his back, exposing his chest and abdominal muscles and between his legs, and at the same time, he sneaked a glimpse of a short wool whip, which he bought. I haven't used it a few times since I came here. It's too light, and it doesn't hurt at all when hitting someone.

Lu Yu picked up another pair of leather handcuffs, walked over, unbuttoned his blue high-necked shirt, took it off and put it on the top of the iron frame, bare arms and feet, walked to Hong Xiyang: " You are indeed not qualified enough to be the master's slave, now I only let you see what is the fun of SM."

As he spoke, he handcuffed Hong Xiyang's hands behind his back, straightened up, took a half step back, and swung the short woolen whip with his hand. The tip of the whip was like a dragonfly's touch of water, or an ant's bite, and it landed on Hong Xiyang's left pectoralis nipple accurately. .

Just this blow made Hong Xiyang's muscles tremble, and he let out a muffled grunt. The tingling pleasure penetrated into his bone marrow like poison, and he couldn't help but look up in surprise.

Lu Yu's expression was flat, his eyes were dark and deep, and when he glanced at him, he quickly withdrew his gaze and said curtly, "Thank you, master, for the reward."

With an indifferent and mocking chuckle in the corner of Lu Yu's mouth, he waved the short wool whip in a few tricks with ease, and all of them landed on Hong Xiyang's sensitive points and acupuncture points, making Hong Xiyang's chest swell hard. Standing up, the previously limp lifeblood looked like a boa constrictor waking up from hibernation, raising its head tremblingly.

Hong Xiyang only looks for violence and blood when playing SM, and he has always been a master. How can he stand up to this kind of provocative torture?

He was beaten to the point of burning desire within a few blows, his mind was dizzy, and his shameful heart had long been occupied by fear and obedience. At this moment, he couldn't help moaning in a rough voice, his majestic muscles subconsciously twisted to cater to him, and the mouth in his throat Continue to make flattering voices: "Thank you master... for the reward..."

"Tell me who you are?"

Lu Yu asked while calling.His tall and straight upper body is naked, showing youthful and graceful beauty of power with the movement of waving the whip.

Hong Xiyang groaned timidly, panting heavily and replied: "I am... the master's slave."

Lu Yu sneered slightly: "You are not my master's slave, you are just a dog."

He whipped Hong Xiyang again, and the short soft wool whip greeted Hong Xiyang's sensitive parts of his body without interruption, pushing him to the pinnacle of desire but he could not vent it.

Lu Yu asked again at this time: "Who are you?"

Hong Xiyang was panting heavily, his body was burning with desire, his thick arms were handcuffed behind his back and he dared not and could not masturbate with his hands, he endured so much pain and pain, he did not dare to turn over and rub his hands on the ground, his rough face was bloodshot and red, and he moaned deeply: "I belong to the master..." After speaking, the voice was extremely low.

Lu Yujia said with great strength, he yanked on his hard and hot thing, and shouted in a low voice: "Say!"

Hong Xiyang was so sensitive that his life was beaten, he couldn't bear the painful and refreshing stimulation anymore, he couldn't help twitching and growling: "I'm the master's dog! I beg the master to let me ejaculate..."

Lu Yu remained calm, continued to beat him non-stop, and asked over and over again, always asking the same sentence.

Hong Xiyang could only yell and answer over and over again, the answers became more and more begging, and the words became more and more fluent as if he was resigned to his fate.

Lu Yu beat himself until he was sweating, then threw away the short wool whip, untied the iron chain tied to the iron frame, untied Hong Xiyang's handcuffs and threw it aside, picked up a bag of bowel cleansing tools from the left wall, and held the sweating Dripping and swollen with desire but unable to vent his relief, Hong Xiyang walked into the bathroom.

Hong Xiyang didn't dare to touch his lower body with his hands, so he staggered on his knees and crawled to the bathroom while being led by him, the hard objects between his legs flicked and slapped his lower abdomen.

"Lie down on the edge of the tub."

Lu Yu tied him to the pipe next to the bathtub, opened the tool bag in his hand, and took out the whole set of brand new colon cleansing tools, which smelled of disinfectant.

Seeing these tools, Hong Xiyang couldn't help turning pale, swallowing his saliva, and said in a rough voice: "Master, I, my back is clean, my back is always clean..."

Lu Yu ignored him, threw the tool directly into the bathtub, walked over and squatted down, reached out and held Hong Xiyang between his legs, and looked down at him leisurely and asked, "Do you clean the colon by yourself, or do you want to clean it?" Master do it yourself?"

Two-choice multiple-choice questions.

Hong Xiyang's swollen thing was held in his hands by his slender fingers, his muscles tensed and twisted comfortably, and he moaned heavily, but he instinctively chose the option that was beneficial to him: "I... I will do it myself..."

"That's good." Lu Yu let go of his hand, suddenly pressed his right hand on his chest muscles, and raised his left hand to hit his lower abdomen. He punched three consecutive times with seven points of strength, and Hong Xiyang breathed out in pain slowly. Twisting and dodging, growling and begging for mercy.

Lu Yu turned a deaf ear to his flattery and begging for mercy, and then punched him a few times in the lower abdomen. Seeing the hard thing between his legs shrinking and softening, he stopped, and said, "Remember, without the master's permission, You dog can't vent, otherwise, next time it won't be your stomach."

While talking, he got up and looked around twice, not looking at the trembling Hong Xiyang, turned around and walked out of the bathroom, and said calmly when closing the door: "Wash yourself."

"Yes, master, I must clean it seriously."

Hong Xiyang was covered in cold sweat from the beating, his face was pale and he responded docilely. He shook his big head in pain and looked carefully outside the glass door of the bathroom. He was a little relieved when he saw that Lu Yu was not guarding outside. With a sigh of relief, he looked at the collar around his neck and the dog leash with a dull mind, and it took a while to realize: How did I provoke such a evil star!

He rubbed his head, which was so painful that he wanted to wail and cry, climbed into the bathtub, curled up his muscular and strong body, secretly thinking about how to get revenge after passing this level.

After thinking about it, his body suddenly trembled, and he realized that this is not the time to think about it, if he delays, he will definitely be beaten!That kid's aura is too frightening, and he beats people really hard, so he looks for the head of the person. I'm afraid he won't change his face when he kills someone.

He hurriedly picked up the colon cleansing tool, picked out the thinnest hose, adjusted the water temperature, endured the pain in his lower abdomen when filling the water, and washed himself over and over again.