Rib Flower [Ability]

Chapter 63

It turned out that it had fallen into such a deep state.

If he were thrown into that purgatory training camp now, he might be vulnerable.

After a few seconds of silence, he let go of him: "You think this kind of game is fun, don't you?"

"Yes!" Helo coughed out a few sips of water, and a few strands of hair covered half of his face in embarrassment, "Why, after playing with me for so many years, I finally lost my patience? You regret it when you have to take responsibility?"

"I've never regretted anything... Ignorant brat." Sayero grabbed his collar and tried to pull him up from the beach. Unexpectedly, the force was so strong that two or three buttons fell off, revealing his body. His eyes lingered for a moment, and Herlo escaped from his arms. Before he could take two steps, he was dragged by his ankle and pressed back, and he kicked off one of his shoes. .

Helo knelt on the sand and was tightened by him.A big hand reached in through the slit of his shirt to touch him, and the grit gritted against the wet skin and made him go limp, like a fish caught in a fishing net.

"Believe it or not, I will teach you a lesson here?" Sayero threatened fiercely.

The hot and heavy breathing in his ears made him tremble, and the flames disappeared without a trace.

His body was tamed and docile, but his tone was still aggressive. He gritted his teeth and spit out a few words: "You are shameless and I don't want it, Mr. Agent. There are cameras near the protective wall. Are you planning to let us be broadcast live by the news?" ?”

This move really worked, and as soon as the strength on his body was loosened, Sayero picked him up on his shoulders and walked towards the bridge.

"Sayero," when he was put on the aircraft, he cursed through gritted teeth, "You big liar."

Sayero leaned over, his chest pressed against his back like a rock, and started the engine.

Driving through the bustling urban area of ​​New York and entering the suburbs, the aircraft stopped in front of a gorgeous Baroque palace building.

Hero stared dizzily at the top of the building in front of him, and the content that was exactly the same as a certain billboard on the city wall was played in a loop on the huge screen, which was more dazzling than the scorching sun above his head.

He stumbled a few steps and almost fell to the ground, being held up by Sayero.

The so-called university turned out to be a fully enclosed training camp specially set up for human cloning that Sayero arranged for him, which is equivalent to a large factory that produces technical cloning.

Ironically, all his worries just now were unnecessary, and he would not be discriminated against here.

He, like all clones, has his own master, making him the perfect candidate for all sorts of bad jobs like favor slave, minion, high-risk mechanic.

Really thoughtful.

He watched the clones wearing all kinds of uniforms coming and going around him, without saying a word, and was dragged in by Sayero with his hands tied like a walking dead. When he walked into this cage, he was in a daze, unable to tell which was a A nightmare or a real reality.

If a moment ago he was in heaven, now he is in hell.

Just last night, he had dreamed of marrying his master, which was ridiculous.

How could he believe that Sayero loved him for a moment?

If it can be called love, it is only appropriate to add the word "favor" in front of it.

Staring at the registration terminal that shot a beam of lasers and stamped his pseudonym "Eaton" on the blank ID card, Herlo held the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, and looked at the man beside him without focusing.

"You don't think this place can hold me?"

His voice trembled a little, and his lips were bloodless.

"I know I can't."

Sayero grabbed his hand and put something around his neck unexpectedly.

It was a pair of metal rings worn by cloned slaves.He froze there, feeling Sayero's fingers brushing against the thing around his neck, and a string of electric current passed from the fingertips to the opponent's palm.

"So it will report your location to me at any time."

Helo retracted his hand in astonishment, took a step back, his face turned pale.

There is some doubt that he has never dared to dig deep, lingering in his heart, and finally turned into a clear and hideous substance.Compared with the dreamy sweetness, it feels more real.

He laughed mockingly, his throat was hot and painful, and a bloody smell came out of his mouth: "Since you don't want me to stay by your side, what are you going to do all this time for?"

Sayero grabbed the back of his neck, bent down to lift him up, and carried him into the dormitory building like a rag doll.

The door was slammed shut, and the body was thrown on the bed. He smoothed Helo's messy temples with one hand, and he lay there lifelessly without responding, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were wet, and a slender neck was exposed at the neckline. On the extraordinarily fair skin, a black metal neck ring is extremely eye-catching.

"Stay here obediently until I come back to pick you up." Sayero wiped the corners of his eyes for him, his voice was terribly gentle, "You know why I did this, and I don't want to leave you in this kind of place either."

Helo let out a light and cold snort with her eyes closed.

He got up and took off the wet clothes on his body, revealing his graceful back, as if deliberately seducing the man behind him, but the other party immediately pulled up the blanket and wrapped him up.

"It's safe here, a clone slave camp. What could be more secluded than here? Why don't you just throw me in the clone waste dump?"

Sayero leaned over to turn his face turned inward, and rubbed his thumb against his harsh lips: "How can you believe that I really want to marry you?"

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to say such a thing?"

Helo opened his eyes, and the silvery white eyelashes were like needles covered with icy scum.

He stroked the metal ring around his neck, his slender fingers moved slowly and gracefully, but his expression was as indifferent as a delicate puppet.

"Then what is this? A wedding present, my lord?"

Sayero's eyes suddenly darkened, and he clasped his shoulders with both hands, tightening uncontrollably.His breath sprayed across his face like a draft of a brewing storm.

"Do you know that every time you call me that, I really want to...kill you?"

"Come on! You obviously like it when I call you that, don't you?"

Herlo's eyes widened and he refused to budge, confronting the person behind him.

The two brothers put their noses against their noses, their foreheads against their foreheads, breathing like two boa constrictors entangled and torn apart in silence.It was unknown who started an almost crazy kiss, and when they came back to their senses, both of them were already reacting with daggers.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the person under him was being ravaged. Sayero bent his knees, propped up his body, and something hot and hot brushed Helo's lower abdomen.A slight movement caused the person below him to tremble sensitively, and his own breathing became chaotic like a disaster.

If one day he will die, it must be on this kid.

Sayero thought desperately.

He stood up, rubbed Helo's hair with his palm, and turned the crossing into an elder caress: "I have to rush back to the CIA headquarters, and I will be back to see you in a few days."

Herlo looked at his back, her whole heart was gripped by a kind of panic.

This kind of panic is huge and lacks any real reason, but it makes him so uncomfortable that he can't breathe, like a fish that can't live without water.

Instinctively, he got up and grabbed the other person's clothes: "Hug me, will you?"

As if his heart had been pulled out by a spider thread, Sayero turned his head and reached out to pull him into his arms, but Helo suddenly knelt down, grabbed his trousers with both hands and pulled them down, and buried his head , Biting the zipper of his trousers, Sayero's body shook, one hand squeezed his chin hard, trying to lift his face, but caught tears in his hand unexpectedly.

"Don't leave me behind. Just let me stay by your side and be your own slave...Master."

A nameless fire spread from the depths of my heart that had never seen the light of day.He clasped the back of the neck of the person below him, tightening his fingers unconsciously: "Get up."

Helo knelt there motionless, just like Sayero proposed to him a moment ago.

It seemed that only by kneeling in front of him like this, in the attitude of a slave and a pet, would the phrase "marriage proposal" become real.He didn't believe him, he didn't believe in himself, and he didn't believe that Sayero's feelings for him were what he expected—love.

What a ridiculous word.

He is so humble, paranoid, and purely in love with Sayero.In front of him, there was not even a single scum left of such a thing as dignity.

And maybe it didn't exist in the first place.

"Don't leave me behind. Just let me stay by your side and be your own slave... master."

A nameless fire protruded from the darkened heart and spread.He clasped the back of the neck of the person below him, tightening his fingers unconsciously: "Get up."

Helo knelt there motionless, just like Sayero proposed to him a moment ago.

It seemed that only by kneeling in front of him like this, in the attitude of a slave and a pet, would the phrase "marriage proposal" become real.He didn't believe him, he didn't believe in himself, and he didn't believe that Sayero's feelings for him were what he expected—love.

What a ridiculous word.

He is so humble, paranoid, and purely in love with Sayero.In front of him, there was not even a single scum left of such a thing as dignity.

And maybe it didn't exist in the first place.

The zipper of the trousers was bitten open by him, a strong masculine breath rushed towards his face, and the huge top that was already full of blood bounced to his forehead.

The tears flowed more fiercely, but they couldn't resist the rushing desire.

He opened his lips tremblingly, and took the hot and thick thing into his mouth. He was as greedy and cautious as a child tasting candy for the first time. Sayero was a little painful from being scratched by his teeth, but the palm that clasped the back of his neck couldn't help but force it. With all his strength, his heart seemed to be sucked into a whirlpool of contradictions and he couldn't extricate himself.

Sin, pain, and uncontrollable excitement.

Like how he'd felt when Helo called him master.

Sayero lowered his head, his little Eve licked his bottom, his expression was almost pious, his face was stained with dirty tears, his silver hair was scattered on his shoulders, like an angel defiled by the devil, his whole body Man looks depraved and pure at the same time.

And he is his devil, God and the universe.

Because of this thought, his lower body swelled to the extreme, and Sayero pulled him up unbearably, lowered his head and kissed his lips, as fierce and tyrannical as under the influence of the flower of evil.

He put his hand into Helo's panties, feeling that his belly was already so wet and greasy, it flooded into a swamp as soon as he touched it, and he held his palm between the heels of his legs.

As soon as this normally restrained and restrained boy was in his arms, he acted like a slut.

He groped wantonly between the slippery legs of the boy in his arms, with a rogue manner like a beast, while touching and licking his hot earlobe: "How long have you wanted me to fuck you, since I brought you home It’s just started, right? I didn’t learn well when I was a child, and I think about this all day long..."

Helo bit his lip in shame and panted messily, reaching out to pull his tie, but Sayero grabbed his hands firmly and twisted them behind him.He looked at him with wide eyes, the tears had dried, and his light blue eyes were dull, like the child who was bullied miserably when he first met him many years ago.

Sayero loosened his hand unconsciously, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his tie, but he opened his mouth and bit the back of his hand fiercely, clamping his leg tightly, making his fingers wet and sticky. .

He didn't move and let him bite enough, zipped his pants up, bent down to straighten the other party's messed up clothes, and kissed the tears in the corner of his eyes: "I went too far just now."

Helian licked the blood that belonged to the other party's mouth. Helian wiped it carelessly. He caught a glimpse of the other party's crotch, which was still bulging. He raised his neck, unbuttoned his pants, turned over his body and raised his buttocks, posing in a seductive stance, his legs were trembling because he was too nervous.

"Don't you want it?"

He turned his head, suppressed the extremely sharp shame, and gritted his teeth, "Sayaro, let me tell you, if you really leave me here, I will definitely slip out and sleep with someone else. Anyway, I'm just a Abandoned clone slaves, it doesn't matter..."

Before the words fell, he was picked up by the waist and placed on the table next to the bed. Sayero seemed to be forced into a beast by him, the whites of his eyes were red, and his breath smelled of violent gunpowder smoke.

His shirt was ripped apart, his chest muscles looked like two cracked rocks, and the seam of his suit trousers was also open. The murder weapon stood high between the open trouser seam, his veins were ferocious.

Helo's throat slipped and trembled a few times, his legs hooked around his waist, and he stood up and presented himself up.

Sayero stayed on top of him without moving, but the bottom of the top suddenly became thicker because of his actions. Hero eagerly pulled it closer, twisted his waist like masochistic, and stretched the swollen top like a torture tool. With his ravaged tender flesh, he closed his eyes, raised his slender neck with clear and tangled blood vessels to pant silently, and tiny beads of sweat dripped down from the tip of his nose like rain.

It hurts, but not enough.

It's better to make him love this man less in pain, so that he won't live in such a miserable and humble life.

The moisture in his whole body seemed to be squeezed dry by tears, his body was too dry, and the thing inserted was too big, he trembled in pain, but he still stubbornly swallowed it in.

"I want you...I just want you...brother...master..."

His eyes were closed, his lips were flushed, and he was screaming out of breath.

The body was lifted into the air at once, and Sayero supported his whole body on his waist, took off his pants, bent his knees to push his legs apart, and folded them on his abdomen in a humiliating posture.

The pants were still hanging on the ankles, and they were pushed to the depths in an instant by Sayero from bottom to top.Sayaka straightened his legs, hugged him, inserted heavily, then withdrew slightly, and then shook up quickly and fiercely. The momentum seemed to crush his internal organs, and the rough hair on the man's body was tied up There was burning pain at the base of his legs, and two huge pouches leaked out from the zipper of his trousers with violent shaking, and kept patting his buttocks, making a lewd sound of water in the silent space.

"Uh...hah!"

Sensitive points were hit accurately every time, Helo moaned dizzily, but a big hand covered his mouth, and then he was blindfolded by the tie he wanted to tear off.

Not being able to see the tears in those eyes, the evil flame that almost burned his nerves subsided a little.Sayero pushed him against the wall and fucked him silently.His movements became gentle, one hand held the other's bullied buttocks, and moved lightly and deeply, and then lowered his head to suck his constantly shaking Adam's apple, teasing his two stamen-like nipples.

But even so, he couldn't please the little Eve whose heart was broken by him just now.

Helo twisted her waist vigorously to cater to him, but her movements were mechanical and immature, and her chest heaved violently like a twitch.

—he was still crying.

Sayero felt that the thing in his chest that was harder than a rock was about to be shattered by his crying.

Although this reaction was expected by him, it couldn't help but make him lose his footing.

"Sending you here doesn't mean that I really treat you as a slave." He couldn't help explaining, although this explanation was pale and lackluster in the face of reality.

He personally sent him to this East, trampling his pride in the dirt.

"fraud."

Even if he covered the opponent's mouth, Sayero could hear clearly.

The man's throat moved, and he let out a hoarse choked sob.The tight and soft inner shrunk as if resisting, as if swallowing his genitals, Sayero's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but press down his slender waist, and pushed his knees against the wall, wishing to penetrate his heart.

The suffocating pleasure diffused from a certain point like a poisonous one, Hero bit the hand that was covering him, breathless, tears soaked through the blindfold tie and seeped into his mouth.

What the satisfaction in his body could not fill was the hole in his chest that was getting bigger and bigger, as if sucking his soul into it, and fell down—falling into the abyss called "Sayaro" and suffering.

The scene of trusting and exchanging rings at a certain wedding in childhood faded away in the darkness, replaced by a pair of master-slave figures held together by a shackle in the forbidden zone of desire.

He actually had a deformed desire for that scene that he should have hated.

Seems like that would be nice too.

He thought to himself in a daze, his whole body became limp after being fucked by Sayero, and he kept sliding down against the wall, but this time he persisted longer than yesterday, not just being touched by Sayero, but if he was trained, His body would probably make Sayero want to die.

As his Creator, he deserves to enjoy his, doesn't he?

He let out convulsively as the granny popped into his head.Sayaro plunged deeply a few times in a storm, then retreated from his body, and then shot at the heel of his leg all at once.

Sayero panted heavily and grabbed the wet young man in his arms, leaning his head against the wall, and when he looked down, he saw his semen flowing down his tight and wet thighs, and the endless desire in his body was almost about to come back.He put his hands on the back of the person in his arms, comforting his trembling body.His head was buried on his shoulders, his cheeks were also wet, his beard was messy and sticky, and there was a taste of salty tears. The lips biting his fingers were loosened and pressed stubbornly.

He stood there holding him like a statue, stroking the thin and graceful back of the person in his arms. The spines were clear and sharp, like the edges and corners on a weapon, but they were soft like vines in his palm.