The figure of the solo dance 1-12 (Wife and mature adult novel)

1

A dull and somewhat dizzy afternoon. He sat on the small terrace. The stinging light bathed his shiny black hair. Thin face. A short, dense beard extends over a sharply angled chin. A trace of sweat ran down his left cheek.

Such an afternoon. Not just bored. It was so hot that I felt almost melting.

He had nothing to do so he played with the five or six foot long nylon rope. That's no ordinary nylon rope. A friend bought it from Japan several years ago. The appearance is not much different from other nylon ropes. Once it binds any part of the human body. It manifests a magical power. No matter how you struggle and pull. It won't come loose. It just seems to melt your skin along the path of contact. Then combine it with your muscles.

He joined the Boy Scouts while in middle school. That was the first time he learned about the various basic knot tying methods. It's hard to explain. He has an innate skill with bondage. After the instructor demonstrated for the first time. He can perform all kinds of knots with astonishing skill and speed. No matter how complicated the knot is. He always gets it right the first time. He didn't know why either. I just felt my hands gripping the rope. The ten fingers began to dance lightly and naturally. The rope slipped between the fingers like a thin snake. A moment. One after another, complicated knots appeared before my eyes.

At that time, as long as it involved any tying work. He will be the first to take action. He usually takes care of the whole process. Because no matter how tightly he tied the knot. Just gently pull the rope tail that pops out. It will unwind like a blooming lotus. If it is a dead knot. The only way to untie it is to cut it off with a knife. Gradually. Tying became his obsession. In his spare time he would play with the nylon rope by himself. Keep exploring other ways of tying knots. Imagine all kinds of things to be tied up. Police are like paper bags. Gift. Clothesline. Advertising banner. Vicious dog. Even the human body.

There was a time when he could only see a rope and think of how it was wrapped around various parts of the body. Such as wrist. Ankle. neck. chest. Waist, abdomen and knees. He couldn't help imagining all the different positions in which a person might be tied. Large character binding. The arms are tied together or the body is hung upside down by the ankles, etc. He also indulged himself in thinking about the painful expression of the kidnapped person. A wild and futile struggle. How the muscles contract and tense. Even those heart-wrenching howls.

And the person who was tied up in the illusion. Always a man. Always a handsome man. Bright and sparkling eyes. Deep eye sockets. A tall and straight nose. There is also a mandible with a prominent curved corner as if it was cut by a fruit knife. The kind of tough outline that reveals masculine temperament. Of course he also has a flawless physique. A pair of arms that rise and fall like waves. The pectoralis major muscles stretch out like a dove's wings spread out. Kuobei is the area where a narrow valley meets the Boling Mountains. There are also external oblique muscles on both sides that are connected like piano keys. Surrounding the rippled belly. The cracked hexagonal blocks are arranged into a puzzle that looks like it was carved out by a chisel. This type of man often appears in his virtual fantasy. Being in between various venues and props. The limbs are tied up in nylon ropes with endless ways of being tied. Sometimes it’s the burly physical education teacher. Sometimes it is replaced by a tall and cold-looking inspector. Or some popular male movie star. Shirtless male model showing off designer underwear. Even myself sometimes.

Imagine being tied up and unable to move. Feel the suffocating tightness. A surge of naked excitement. A slight pain from the nylon rope being twisted. Imagine. Keep imagining. Until consciousness awakens to reality. He found that his penis was very erect.

2.

He was only sixteen years old that year. A tiny seed of fear sprouted hidden in the darkest depths of his soul. Clumsy and long. He thought he was suffering from some incurable disease. Several times he stared at his mother in a daze. The question rolled onto the tongue. In the end, he swallowed even the sticky saliva back into his stomach. He had forced himself not to think about it. But after three or four days. He always wakes up from all kinds of complicated dreams. The whole body was shrouded in a hot sweat. The swollen penis stood up as if it was about to explode. The dream was filled with the image of a man's solid bronze body. Constantly struggling with ropes or strong iron bonds. Creep. He lay there on his back, motionless. I didn't dare to move for a long time. Until the penis becomes soft and falls back.

He spent his two years in high school with the feeling of wanting to stop at nothing. The fear hidden in the dark corner of my heart is growing stronger and stronger. They mate constantly and reproduce rapidly. Especially after that biology class on sexual desire. He read with a somewhat numb head: "... one of the reasons for the erection of the penis is to look at the naked bronze body of a woman..." His suspicion that he was ill was even more unshakable. He could only silently endure the chronic pain that he had no way to express. However, when he vowed to completely control his imagination, he went astray and cheated. He found that such beautiful dreams visited his sleep more frequently. Sometimes he would wake up after ejaculation for several nights in a row…

As the shadow of panic and anxiety continued to spread across the map of his life and overwhelmed him. However, he continued to taste the sweetness of honey on his lips again and again after feeling guilty and remorseful. The purest ecstasy of lust. He thus wavered between resistance and indulgence. Often, after deep regret, one cannot help but lift the veil of such fantasies.

Until one strange and somewhat demonic afternoon when I was eighteen years old...

3

My hobby is collecting pain. He said. There was a small, shallow smile at the corner of her lips. I collect all kinds of pain. Free of charge. And there is no way to collect them all. He has a pair of eyes that are full of sadness. The cheekbones are slightly protruding. Revealing a thin and bony face. I kept the pain inside my body. So I can feel it all the time. Feel its size and shape. Its hiding place. That kind of real existence. The thin eyebrows are slightly drooped. Crow's feet appear at the corners of the eyes. As the smiles gathered into a bunch. Pain. A thousand kinds of pain. Stinging. Numbness and pain. Arthralgia. sore. Burning pain. The pain is indescribable. Beyond the ability of any words to describe. His voice was hoarse and low. Full of folds. It looks like a piece of oil paper crumpled into a ball. Pain is alive. It can breathe. The pain just collected was so intense. You can feel it boiling. scroll. Gradually it began to weaken. Degeneration. Until it disappears. It stopped breathing. End that short life. He remained silent. There was a distant, empty look in his eyes. The lips are flat and thin. Close tightly together. You have to indulge every collected pain madly. You have to take care of it every day. Watch its changing colors. Only in this way will you discover how long its life is. Only then will you cherish its brief stay in your body. It seemed as if a warm lamp was burning in his pupils. His tone began to become lively and excited. Pain worth collecting is carefully curated. method. Part. quantity. These are all factors that affect the quality of pain. Accidental fall. Cuts. Menstruation. Production. The pain caused by illness or any surgery is not something that can be collected. He changed his sitting position. He remained silent for a long time. When the pain in your body turns into an irreplaceable ecstasy. You are a true pain collector.

He met the young doctor at a health club. Half a year later. Everyone was sitting in the coffee shop, sweating and chatting. The doctor told him this.

He then realized that pain could be the ecstasy that some people longed for.

Beep! Beep! A text message came in on the cell phone. He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. Open the text message. Read it. There was a smile mixed with a hint of surprise on his face. He hurriedly rolled the nylon rope in his hand into a bundle. In the drawer to the left of the bed. Then he took a quick shower. Put on a sleeveless, round-neck, tight-fitting shirt. The color of the jeans is slightly faded. It was almost white in places. Close the French door. The wooden curtains drooped. All the slanted slices of late noon light rested shallowly on the balcony.

A hatchback MasterCard sports car roared out from the front door of the apartment. He gripped the steering wheel. He stepped hard on the accelerator with his right foot. The strong wind cut through my ears like a knife. listen. That is the sound of speed. A lawyer once told him so.

One year ago. He stood at the door of a luxurious condominium and rang the bell. It was a valuable teak door. There are no carvings on the facade. The smooth surface reveals dazzling and bizarre patterns. The meticulous lines spread like flowing water. Sometimes elongated. Sometimes turn around. Sometimes it branches out like a dove's tail. That is the totem of tree rings. Describe the life experience of a period of time. He stared in a daze at the naturally magnificent embroidery masterpiece. Wondering what kind of man would open the door.

A moment. The wooden door slowly opened. A tall figure stood at the door. Come in. A very clean sound. Articulate your words clearly. The pronunciation is precise. He stepped into the house. The granite floor tiles were surprisingly cold. There was a dim yellow light bulb on in the entrance hall. When he looked up, he saw a huge sculpture of Buddha's head. Bathing in the soft pool of light with a peaceful smile. Please take a seat. They sat down opposite each other. An antique fan spun weakly overhead. He glanced briefly around the living room. Then his eyes shifted to the man opposite him.

The man was also looking at him at the same time. That familiar gaze. It rushed into his mind and impatiently scraped away an old memory. We should have met there. His clear voice broke the silence that was forming. yes. You are really delicious. This is how the topic started. Back and forth. Just like smooth traffic on a two-lane highway. The traffic never stopped. The conversation was surprisingly speculative. The tacit understanding of just reaching out and touching each other quickly gave rise to a mutual intimacy and familiarity. After going over the broad topic. Everyone intentionally or unintentionally cuts into more special topics of chat. No one showed any intention to avoid it. I have a fetish. Also gay. And you? I don't think I'm gay. The man said. The tone is steady and resolute. But I don't deny that I am a fetishist. A fetishist with a deep addiction. We are all men spoiled by God. Yeah? the man asked with a smile. Maybe. God has given us an extra tail that is hidden from view. yes! When we find another person to stroke that tail. That feeling is really like ecstasy. When did you start to be obsessed with bondage? The man asked. Middle school, right? And you? Ever since I was a kid, I've loved running around with my chained puppy. I don’t know why. I especially like to tie up cats and dogs with iron or ropes. The man narrated his story in a gentle voice. I often tied up my brother or sister's hands and feet. Watching their helpless struggle. I feel an inexplicable excitement in my heart. Yes. The kind that is irreplaceable. Indescribable excitement. I have loved untangling tangles since I was a kid. I was fascinated by the bundle of strings that bound it together. As I tugged and pulled it loose. My body and mind feel extremely comfortable. The man said. The calm expression exudes a distant and intoxicated look. Until I went to the United States to study law. I just knew what bondage was. What is BDSM. Enter the darkest areas of human addiction. Going deeper and deeper. Going further and further. Everyone fell silent. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling window glass and poured onto the man's face. The hair has turned slightly gray. The forehead and corners of the eyes have been faintly plowed with wrinkles of varying lengths by the years. But the angular outline shows the elegance and handsomeness of his youth. You...you don't want to start yet? No rush. The man said. My wife and children went back to the United States for vacation. Anyway, your services are calculated on a time basis. Isn’t it?

Three years later. He ran into the lawyer again in the lobby of a five-star hotel. Next to the lawyer stood a young man who was at least thirty years younger than him. The thin face has a pair of melancholy eyes. A loose long-sleeved sweater wrapped around his thin figure. The lawyer saw him from a distance sitting on a black leather sofa with gold trim. The expression on his face remained as calm and relaxed as ever. He said a few words to the young man, who could not hide the slight embarrassment on his face. The young man just nodded. Then he extended his right arm to shake his hand. Right at that moment. The sleeves of the sweater are slightly pulled up. Revealing faint pink circles on the wrists. The young man turned and left. The lawyer came toward him. He stood up hastily. I felt a little embarrassed instead. As if it was a mistake. The lawyer had a gentle smile on his lips. She held his hand gracefully. Say: Nice to see you again. Really very happy. I... He was a little stunned and speechless. Me too. Do you have time for a cup of coffee? He asked. The hands that were tightly gripping his right palm still did not let go. OK. He nodded and said. He moved his right arm slightly. He pulled his hand away shyly.

The loneliness of the afternoon settled in the empty coffee shop. They sat down opposite each other. The lawyer's face was filled with an unconcealable joy. He just stared at him expressionlessly. The waiter walked over slowly. Standing by the table very politely. He also greeted the lawyer by name. After the waiter turned and left. He said: He seems to be quite familiar with you. nothing. I used to meet clients here from time to time. The lawyer said. I didn't expect that he still remembered my name three years later. He said nothing. She stared at him for a moment with a distracted look. Suddenly he asked: Didn’t you immigrate? Didn't you say you wouldn't play anymore? The sound quality is particularly cold. The tone was a mixture of stinging resentment and anger. The lawyer could feel the stinging anger. He didn't answer right away. He just slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Open the lid of the box. Pull out a Benson & Hedges from the box. Do you want it? He asked. Hold the cigarette between your fingers. He shook his head. No sound. A gilded lighter. A small oval-shaped flame leaped out. The cigarette was lit. Took a deep breath. He stared at him and said: Do you think people as addicted as us can change? Can you just say you don’t want to play? I have thought about it before. For the family. I won't deny that I'm a little selfish. I was busy with immigration for several months. I suppressed it really well. But after everything settled down. It's back again. Like a wronged ghost. Live in my shadow. He just listened. I don't know what to say. Actually, I don’t want to say anything. It’s really not difficult to find such a person to play with in the United States. I quickly made several like-minded friends. The lawyer exhaled another puff of cigarette. He pulled his wandering eyes back to his face. But every time the game is in progress. I will naturally think of you. real. I have actually been thinking about you deeply. Sometimes I really want to call you. But I also feel that there is a lot of distance between us. So what if it’s connected? So I had to give up. What are you doing back now? He asked. The company just happened to receive a case here. I have to fly over to take care of it. The lawyer said. He flicked the hanging ash into the ashtray. Believe me. I called you. But the waiter said the phone number had been terminated. And your own website has also been deleted. These past few days have been a bit despairing. I really didn't expect to meet you here. Now I've met you. What do you want? He asked in a rather sharp tone. The lawyer was speechless. I...I...He lowered his head. Put out the cigarette. The last wisp of smoke rose up in a snake-like curl. never mind. Beep. Beep. The text message came into his phone. After he finished reading. Stand up. Said: If you knew that I had thought of killing you three years ago. You will definitely not miss me. The lawyer listened. There was no unusual expression on his face. Yifen showed his usual calm demeanor. Stand up and say: Don't forget. I am also a bundling expert! He listened. A dry smile formed at the corners of his lips. Staring at the lawyer's expression full of hope. That's fine. From now on I don't have to feel guilty. He said. Then leave the table. Leave the lawyers where they are. Walked a few steps. He stopped, turned around and said: Goodbye. If fate allows. We will definitely see each other again. The lawyer sat down somewhat discouraged. Watching his back as he walked towards the hall. Walk toward the elevator. soon. Go into the elevator. For a long time. His sharp hawk-like eyes rested there. There has been no movement at all.

6.

A pair of wrists tied with black nylon rope circles. The arms that kept struggling. The bony palms were clenched into fists. Bloated deltoids. Then buckle up his strong biceps. Sometimes rolled into pebble-like masses. Sometimes it is stretched out by weak and stretched arms. Clear beads of sweat slid down the neck where veins were floating. Cross the clavicle that is blocked by the horizontal lines on both sides. Two large pieces of pectoral muscles stretched out like giant wings. Some of them stayed on the snow-white skin. Frozen there. Just like crystal morning dew. Some flow along the sternum that splits the pectoral muscles to the torn abdomen. Climb over the undulating abdominal muscles. To the tapered waist. The red and tender tip of the tongue sticks out. Parading on a sweaty neck. Licking the muscle bundles that were rolling due to the struggle. He licked the slightly protruding Adam's apple. Then it slid slowly across the clenched chest. Obscenely tasting the texture of the muscle fibers. Greedily teasing the brown and black nipples. A soft moan. Mixed with a little pain and uncontrollable excitement. The tip of the tongue then slides to the abdomen where the muscles alternately float and sink. Follow the cracked boundaries. Go to your slightly concave belly button. Wet it there slowly with circular licking motions. It was a Sunday afternoon when I was eighteen years old. He woke up. Hot sensation all over the body. The naked, skinny back was sticky and drooling. Sweat was oozing from his cheeks.

He lay there motionless. The erect penis stood straight up in his shorts. The clear pre-cum has soaked the crotch of the panties. He didn't really want to cum at that moment. Ejaculating for a dream so erotic. He knew the guilt of defeat would be especially deep. A few minutes later. He grabbed a shirt and put it on. Riding a motorcycle blindly in the middle of the street. The scorching sunlight at around four o'clock pounced on his back like a wolf. He felt as if his muscles were being grilled. Finally he parked his bike in front of an old theater. There is a little hesitation in my heart. He looked around. The crowds were sparse. I glanced at the faces walking outside the theater. After making sure there are no acquaintances. He suppressed the anxiety on his chest, lowered his head and walked towards the ticket office. My face felt numb and hot when I bought the ticket. He quickly stuffed the money into the ticket and walked into the theater. My heart still beats like a violent drum. He had no intention of watching the show at all. He was simply stunned by the poster of two men holding hands. There is also the line that says "This is the first gay film approved for public release this year."

When he stepped into the theater. The lights are still on. An advertisement was playing on the screen. He glanced sideways around. Finally, I walked to a seat in a corner where no one was. My heartbeat has gradually slowed down. After he sat down. I was surprised to find that my right palm holding the deposit ticket was wet with sweat. The ticket stub was also crumpled into a ball. He loosened his palm. The ball of paper rolled under the chair. soon. The lights went out one by one. The thick darkness quickly covered over. Like surging waves eroding his vision. The only light comes from the screen in front. Then the preview of the new film began. The edited images change like flashes. The turned-up volume of the speakers kept tearing the air apart and bombarding the eardrums. He glanced around. Floating heads are scattered here and there. His panicked heart calmed down. Just when the preview was about to end. A man came towards him. I sat down in the seat next to him.

A moment. Someone turned out the two small lights on the back wall. The film is about to begin. About thirty minutes later. He began to yawn. Feeling a bit ripped off by that poster. Obviously. The poster's image and the stunning wording are purely a publicity stunt. The pace of the movie is extremely slow. The pale plot is bland and boring. Another ten minutes passed. He was already yawning from watching it. And he even dozed off. It's really a terrible movie. The man sitting next to me suddenly said. He was stunned for a moment. Turn your head and look at him. I noticed the seat next to him was empty. That sentence seemed to be said to himself. Hmm? He asked back briefly and quietly. I said this drama sucks. What do you think? The man said. The face was still looking at the screen. Hmm. He responded with a note of agreement. despite this. They continued to watch. Change your sitting position occasionally. His left thigh occasionally touched the man's right leg through his trousers. friction. The man would unexpectedly make a comment or two about the movie. Or some insignificant issues. And he. As if he had been bewitched in some way. Maybe it was the man's sexy voice. Or that sour and spicy throat lozenge. He started chatting with him without any scruples.

The lights came on instantly. A list of famous unknown actors and actresses appeared on the screen. The abundant light quickly wiped away the dark glue. For the first time, he clearly saw the man's smiling face. His heart suddenly vibrated like the sound of a broken string. He stood there in a daze for a long time. The man had already stood up and was about to leave. See his frozen expression. The man gently moved his right shoulder and said: Is something wrong? No...nothing. His lost and wandering thoughts quickly returned to his mind. He stood up somewhat unprepared. The sparse crowd was crowded in the narrow exit. Soon all the seats were empty. Men walk in short, slow steps. He didn't want to follow closely. So the pace slowed down. Maintaining a slightly wider distance, she stared at the man's tall back.

Go outside the theater. The man turned and stood waiting for him to come over. He raised his head. The man's face appeared in his eyes. His heart suddenly twitched sharply. He really wanted to say goodbye to him just like that. Even leaving without saying goodbye. But no. He couldn't help but walk towards the man. He himself didn't even know the reason. Maybe it was that familiar face that was like a brand. Look. The poster even says it's a gay movie. Homosexual ass! The man cursed. Hmm. He bowed his head and nodded. Do you want to see it? What are you looking at? He looked up and saw a sly smile on the man's face. Come with me. After saying this, the man held his left hand and left the theater. He shook off the man's grip in confusion. He said somewhat shyly: I...I will follow you. From that moment on. He and his pure white world followed the completely strange man. He didn't know where to go. He was only aware of the darkness that was covering his surroundings. The people on the street have blurry and strange faces. The car lights flickered and moved like will-o'-the-wisp lights. And I also have my own uneasy mood. The man was like a sweet trail of sugar, luring him, who was like an ant. He didn't know how far he had walked. Crossing so many streets and alleys. He had completely lost all conception of his own place and time. Finally the man turned and stepped onto a dusty staircase. At the end of the stairs there is a wooden door with peeling paint. Come up. The man said behind his back. A small light bulb with weak light is hung in front of the door. Under the dim yellow light. He saw that the shirt on the man's back was wet with an indescribable pattern of sweat.

The door opened. The man walked into the darkness that lurked in the room. He was standing outside the door. Hesitate for a while. Come in. The man said. Then turn on a chandelier. Come in! The man said again. He stepped in cautiously. The room is actually quite spacious. There are three glass windows on the wall opposite the door. There is a double bed covered with snow-white sheets by the window. His eyes rested on the familiar double bed. The whole bed was so familiar. It was as if I had slept in the bed for a long time. Come here. The man sat on the edge of the bed and said to the upper body. He walked over fascinated. Sit down next to the man. The man casually opened the small freezer beside the bed. Handed him a bottle of cold Coke. Then he leaned over and pulled out a large suitcase from under the bed. The surface of the suitcase was wiped clean and shiny. There was a sound of something colliding inside the box. The man put the box on his legs. Then he carefully and slowly opened the lid of the box as if revealing a sacred secret. The man put the open suitcase on the bed. Say to him: Take your time and look at it. I'm going to take a shower. He watched the man go into the bathroom. Then he turned his gaze back to the suitcase. The first thing he noticed was a coil of nylon rope. There is also a stainless steel chain with a clasp. Two pairs of handcuffs. A pair of boxing gloves. A baton. A rolled-up riding whip. Organize magazines and books. There are also some other unknown instruments. Includes three plastic rods shaped like penises. He flipped through the magazines. It was filled with book titles and headings that he couldn't understand. Weird and ridiculous drawings and photos. Naked man. The whipped bear's back. A shaved boy licking black combat boots. A slave tied by a dog chain around his neck. The more he looked, the faster his heart beat. His thoughts broke into a completely strange and distorted world. He could almost smell the pain and blood and sweat. You can hear the sounds of screaming and groaning. Then he caught a glimpse of a magazine called BONDAGE. The cover shows a shirtless boy with his wrists and ankles bound together. He saw the knots, which were both intricate and beautiful. That sad face and rippled muscles. He opened the first page with his trembling right hand. This marked the beginning of the most thrilling and sensational visual experience of his life.

I don’t know when. The man was standing behind him. Say: Bondage is an art. He was startled and quickly closed the magazine and put it back in the box. I turned around and saw that the man was only wearing a pair of shorts. The short beard on his face has been shaved off. Her shoulder-length hair was neatly combed. And those two big pectoral muscles spread out like eagle wings. That exceptionally dark brown nipple. A flat and firm abdomen. Oh. That deep-creased belly button. He recalled the absurd and obscene dream he had in the afternoon...

He finally remembered. This man was in that dream.

The young doctor wrapped a two-inch wide circle of tape around his right palm. At the knuckles. He wrapped it in extra layers. The pointed knuckles were hidden under thick tape. Then try a few brisk strikes with your left palm. Make a popping sound. Place your palms behind your head. Bend your body slightly. The doctor said. Then he took off his shirt. The evening light pouring in from the window panes illuminated his muscular and torn limbs. His skin and fur were evenly coated with a thin layer of bronze. Don't be nervous. The first round will be light. The doctor said. Shrug your shoulders. Swing your arms a few times. Relax. When I threw my first punch. You tighten your abdomen. remember. Belly punch is a very, very emotional thing. He has struck his pose. Nodded. But his expression inevitably revealed a little excitement and anxiety. I started. The doctor said. Then throw the first punch. He closed his eyes naturally. Bend down hard. The fist landed in the abdomen, which exploded into a square. The right fist retreated. Push forward with your left fist. But the swing speed is quite slow. One shot after another. It is close to the so-called drizzle fist. The prelude to the game. And he. In the darkness with my eyes closed, I endured the impact of the fists hitting my skin. That feeling is indescribable. Every time a fist lands, it feels like a low-level electric shock to the nerves. The rapid vibrations spread from the center of the lower abdomen in all directions. Because of the slowness of the swing. It felt like a violent caress.

After throwing ten punches with both arms. The doctor stopped with a smile on his face. Concealed strong abdominal muscles. He said. How does it feel? He opened his eyes. Glancing at the slightly flushed belly. He smiled awkwardly and said: Not bad. Don't worry. I can punch very accurately. A puncher will never hit any other part of the body. These are the main rules of abdominal strike. Causing injury is a serious foul. The doctor said. Don't forget. I am a doctor myself! Come again. He said. Stand firm in your horse stance. This time the punch was a little harder. The second round of swings was significantly more powerful. When the fist hits the hard abdominal muscles. It makes a "puffing" sound. He opened his eyes this time. Focus on contracting your abdomen. Beads of sweat began to appear. A feeling of dryness and heat evaporates throughout the body. This round felt completely different. The punches don't just fall faster. And the impact force is enhanced. What spread out was no longer a ball of numbness. It's a kind of smoothness. Abundant pain in the joints. That kind of slight pain that seems deep and urgent. Very natural. He clenched his waist and abdomen even tighter.

The doctor sensed a new resistance. His excitement soared immediately. This is the essence of abdominal strike. The subconscious reaction of the muscles induced by boxing. Unleash the latent instinct of your muscles to become stronger when faced with stronger opponents. Thoroughly reveals the human body's high resistance to external shocks.

In principle, doctors should increase the force of the swing. But he felt that the performance of this first-time puncher was extremely rare. So he just decided to increase it a few times. Further test the endurance of the person being punched. His hair was soaked with sweat. His face began to twitch intermittently. When the front side of the tape wrapping the fist touches the skin of the abdomen. The pain, which is constantly changing in shape, occasionally causes local spasms of the cheek muscles. His waist and abdomen were more sharply curved. The tightening performance gradually declined. Each stretched muscle fiber then gradually rebounds and retracts. The hardness of the abdominal mass gradually disintegrated. The numbing feeling had escalated into a painful state. Solid pain. Like a rolling snowball. Every punch. Its volume swells by one layer. The doctor continued to attack both sides. “Sew! Sew! Sew! Sew!” The previous loud collision sound also began to soften. The resistance of the abdominal wall to the punch dropped sharply. He knew that the limit of his patience was not far away. You can stop at any time. The doctor said. His rugged broad back was covered with dense beads of sweat. The wet and oily arms also became a little sore. His face began to twist. The gurgling sound due to the loss of abdominal gas has turned into a heavy groan. A fist shot. A groan that sounded like a wail came out from the bottom of his throat. What a seductive moan! The doctor thought to himself. He knew that the victim's abdominal defense was being breached step by step. When he found that the tape on his fist was beginning to sink into his muscles. He guessed the game was coming to an end. Take the last five punches! He said.

The focus of pain continued to spread. Like a wildfire in the prairie. He felt a burning sensation. A trembling pain. The force of contracting the abdomen has dropped to nearly the lowest point. He felt like every punch was hitting his belly. He pounded his back hard. The doctor exerted a little more force. These last five punches will bring the game to its climax before the end. The ecstasy and pain triggered by the blow to the abdomen were boiling. The thick smell of sweat filled the air in the room. The crisp and pleasant collision sounds and the seductive howls were trapped in the room and echoed repeatedly. . . at last. When the doctor finished his fifth punch. His knees softened involuntarily. He fell to his knees.

The two of them were breathing rapidly and deeply. Just like the 100-meter sprinter who just crossed the finish line. He pressed his palms to the ground to support his waist and abdomen which were in excruciating pain. But besides the severe pain. He felt a sense of satisfaction he had never experienced before. That kind of extreme sexual ecstasy. Because he was shocked to find that his penis was hard and erect. He knelt down in his original position, somewhat embarrassed. Staring at that red belly. Chewing that food felt like being eaten by thousands of insects. The pain is tangled. This is the ultimate goal of the belly punch. Challenge the body's pain tolerance potential. Understand the pain limits of your own body. The doctor said. She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. And it also makes you cherish the sweet fruits of this game. That's what's real. Intimate pain. He moved his hands to the button of his shorts. For us. We will also get another extra gift. The pleasure of sexual desire. He listened. She raised her head and gave him an ambiguous smile. Say: Do you feel the same way? The doctor quietly unbuttoned the shirt. Once the zipper is untied. His penis popped out immediately. Like a straight bamboo pole. The insertion shook slightly in front of his eyes. Come. Lick it. The doctor moved the glans closer to his lips. Say: Remember. This is not part of the belly punch. Then he burst out laughing. He couldn't help but cough and laugh a few times. Then open your lips. Swallowing the doctor's erect penis. . . .

The MasterCard sports car drove into the parking lot of a luxury condominium. His mood was clear and bright. After all, they hadn't seen each other for nearly a month. He whistled. Walk quickly towards the elevator. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the intoxicatingly blue sky. Now some gray clouds have accumulated. Circling in the air with a slow and leisurely floating posture. Is it going to rain? He thought to himself. Standing in front of the elevator. A moment. bite! The elevator is here.

The teak door opened. That familiar face appeared at the door. Her usual sweet smile bloomed on her face like a flower bud. Come in. The lawyer said. Speak with your usual calm expression. His voice was still as smooth as a lake without any ripples. Are you finally back? He said with a smile. Step into the entrance hall. The sound of a door closing was heard behind him. He didn't have time to reach the living room. The lawyer had already spread his arms and hugged her from behind. His left hand hurriedly unbuttoned his clothes. The right hand snake scurried under his shirt. Caress his taut, strong, flat belly. Go to the room. The lawyer said. Then keep kissing his back. Why are you in such a hurry? He walked towards the master bedroom with staggering steps, half reluctantly. The dark room was filled with a chilly feeling as if a storm was about to come. The sky outside the window faded rapidly. Clouds as surging as the sea rolled in from an unpredictable direction. The blinding sunlight from half an hour ago has completely disappeared. Disappeared without a trace.

The two men in the room began the lovemaking routine that they had completed countless times. They took off their clothes and threw them beside the bed. The lawyer knelt on the bed. He lay down there. Everyone touched each other's skin. Pinch those tempting nipples. Then the doctor leaned over and licked his neck. The tip of her warm tongue roamed all over his body. Occasionally kiss him deeply on the lips. The extended half tongue entered his mouth. Touching the tongue curled up inside. Pick it. Play with it. Then they tore each other apart softly and wetly. The rain began to fall with a clang. Water droplets splattered on the window glass. Rattle. He rubbed the lawyer's slightly soft waist and abdomen back and forth with his hands. The lawyer buried his head in his chest. Nibble on his nipples. He stared at the ceiling. The noisy sound of rain came to his ears and lingered. The lawyer's tongue had moved to his lower abdomen. He still stared at the white ceiling. The sound of rain became a little familiar. Suddenly he remembered the man. The consciousness in my mind goes through all the shattered and scattered images of my memories. Back to that strange afternoon when he was eighteen years old. That silent bedroom. That evening rain that came pouring down for no reason.

It was that absurd, bizarre and somewhat demonic evening when he was eighteen years old. The man took out a roll of nylon rope from his suitcase. Hand it to him. He walked slowly through the dense jungle with the anxiety of being lost for a whole century. He took it with his slightly trembling right hand. When the nylon rope touched his fingers. A numbness ran through my body. Every tree watched his whereabouts with a strange and cold expression. Each branch and leaf covered him with a shade robe covered with thorns. The man lay on the bed. Place your hands above your head. Stand with your feet apart. My hands and feet were tied to the iron pillars at the head and foot of the bed. The man said. He had long forgotten the meaning of time. He only remembered the cold and loneliness of the jungle. He hesitated for a moment. Then get close to the man's face. Straighten the nylon rope. Being in a jungle that is like an isolated island, drifting blindly. Day and night have lost their boundaries. The sun does not rise at a regular time. Then land wherever you want. With skillful movements, he threaded the rope through the man's wrist. Pull and tug skillfully. My hands were tied together in the blink of an eye. The rope lines are clearly visible. The knot is firm and smooth. Feeling. He was walking in circles. Occasionally I walked through a thatched forest with edges as sharp as knives. Each leaf has sharp edges that scratch the intertwined scars. When a man's ankles were tied to the iron pillar at the end of the bed. The dreamlike feeling hatched in my thoughts became particularly profound. He suddenly couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality. Everything seems so real and so fake. Occasionally wading through streams of unpredictable depth. The direction of the water flow is unpredictable. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. And it is covered with magnificent and cunning dark whirlpools. There are even extremely poisonous flower snakes hiding there. Come. Kiss me. Lick me. The man closed his eyes and said. He lowered his head as if under a spell and pressed his dry lips against the man's white and taut chest muscles. For the first time in my life. He finally smelled the masculine body odor. The smell that lingers in the borders of imagination. The dense silk-like haze occasionally approaches silently. The steps are like the surging waves. Surrounding him. Confusing his vision. It confused his hearing. Nourish his inner anxiety and confusion with the sweetness of honey sauce. Everything seemed like a dream at noon. Over the years, the actions and plots that have been breathing in the fantasy have slowly taken shape. Become touchable. It was like touching the body of a man lying on his back in front of me. Use your fingertips to trace the lines of the muscle mass. The muscles feel solid and hard. He walked constantly day and night. Walking past the giant trees you will see their curled and wriggling roots. Step over mossy rocks that burn for no reason. The intestinal path under the feet occasionally appears and disappears. He was searching for an exit that even metaphor could not grasp. As his soft tongue tip almost patrolled every inch of the man's upper body. The man had obviously fallen into a state of excitement and semi-drunkenness. He continued to struggle in slow movements. She kept letting out moans that sounded almost like pleading. Pull my pants down. The man said. He was stunned for a moment. My heart beats like a drum. Then hold the sides of your pants with both hands. Glancing at the man. Pull it down towards your knees. Suddenly. He looked up and was surprised to find that the interlocking branches and leaves in front of him were gradually unfastening. Send away. The leaden sky gradually faded. The dark clouds rolled away. The ferocious sea of ​​fog evaporated rapidly in the air at the same time. In an instant, it disappeared without leaving any trace. The man's penis leaps up with abundant elasticity. The pen is straight like a bamboo pole. It was the first time he saw a penis that was not his own. A thick and full penis. The explosive thrill echoed in his head like an echo in a valley. He stared at the lubricated glans. It struggled out from the foreskin that was surrounded by green blood veins. Naked and trembling slightly. Touch it. Lick it. Feel it. Try it. Our only and most loyal companion who will accompany us through thick and thin. The man said. Close your eyes and wait patiently. Warm and clear light poured down from the wide gaps in the sky that kept bursting open. Filling his eyes. Light up those cloudy pupils. Cleanse the originally stained vision completely. He began to see things he had not seen before. For example, the cool and clear sky. Floating clouds as white as snow. Picture of colorful butterflies... He stretched out his right palm and touched and grasped the man's fat penis. The hard feeling gradually melted away in my palm. Melting into soft warmth. Lingering moans escaped from the throat intermittently. He moved his right arm up and down. I felt the man's penis becoming bigger and bigger. The rhythm of the twitching becomes more frequent. hurry up. Hold it in your mouth. He hesitated for a moment. It's time. It is the best gift my partner can give you. He leaned over and moved his head closer to the man's groin. Just as Zhang Ya's lips were about to touch the sticky and wet glans. He vaguely saw three English letters tattooed under the messy pubic hair: JOY. The scorching acid rain stopped abruptly. The giant tree in front of him began to wriggle and move to the sides. A smooth path stretched out beneath his feet. Stretch straight forward. All the dense branches and leaves turned into a shiny emerald green. All the buds bloom at the same time into a magnificent sea of ​​flowers. That road. Wandering between flowers and lush forests. Running towards an end full of unknowns.

When the man's warm semen was trapped in his throat and splashed out. It started raining outside the window for no reason. The raindrops fell on the window mirror with a patter. . . . . He finally identified a direction in his desolate and helpless wandering.

10

He walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower. The lawyer was still sitting on the bed. Holding a cigarette. For you. The lawyer handed him a long gift box. Bought in the US. You will definitely like it. Yeah? He took it. Open the box. Pull out a roll of shiny black nylon rope from inside. Wow! It's really special. It was our last meeting gift. The lawyer said. He took a deep puff of his cigarette. The joy on his face suddenly subsided. I was stunned for a while. He stared at the lawyer with a somewhat dull expression. The lawyer hastily looked away. Lower your head. He took another puff of his cigarette. The immigration procedures have been completed. you. . Do you want to immigrate? It was decided just a few months ago. The lawyer said. My wife has begun to doubt our relationship. You have already mentioned this matter. He sat on the edge of the bed. Hold the brand new roll of nylon rope in both hands. But you also said you were planning to break up with your wife. . . Things are not as simple as imagined. The lawyer said. The tone was full of helplessness. For the children. For the reputation of the law firm. . . You said you could give up everything. . He shouted out, suppressing his emotions. sorry. The lawyer took another puff of his cigarette. I thought I could.

Again he stared in silence at the lawyer's face. His eyes were sharp and flashing with a cold blade-like light. His fingertips kept fiddling with the coil of nylon rope. never mind. He said. The voice suddenly relaxed. Anyway, I expected this day to come sooner or later. Yeah? Joy appeared on the lawyer's face again. What do you think of this nylon rope? It looks good. But we still have to try how to tie it up. He pulled the rope and said. Come. I recently learned a whole new way of tying. Just let me demonstrate. OK. The lawyer put out his cigarette. Lie down straight.

He began to wrap the rope around the lawyer's wrists. Round and round. Do you remember the first time we met? The lawyer asked. Of course I remember. He said. Waving his hands constantly. When I was tied up by you for the first time. I feel very touched. Because you can tie all the knots so perfectly. I was also very touched. You spent a lot of money just to chat with me. He said. The wrists were already tied. He pulled the rope towards his neck. You are also the first customer of mine who didn't ask for sex on our first meeting. He gently lifted the lawyer's head. The nylon rope was wrapped around his neck. Money is not a big issue for me. The most important thing is to find a like-minded friend. The lawyer said. Eyes looking at the ceiling. People like us. besides. What more can you ask for! He said. The rope is only wrapped around the neck once. Then pull straight toward your feet. What a pity. We can only go so far. yes. I guess I can't play this game anymore. The lawyer said. I have promised my wife. He squatted down and tied the lawyer's ankles. No more sound. His hands manipulated the rope with expert hands. Pulling it through the limbs. Tie the various parts of the body together closely together with the fur. After the ankles are tied. The remaining rope was pulled towards the chest again. Finally, tie the knot at your wrist.

He tied the last slipknot smoothly. He knelt down beside the lawyer and took a look. His eyes were a little gloomy. His expression became particularly strange and indifferent. alright. He said and backed off the bed. Leave the lawyer in bed. He put on his clothes slowly and deliberately. There was no sign of any attempt to untie him. Aren't you going to help me untie it? The lawyer lay motionless. He is very familiar with the procedures and structures of similar binding methods. When he first tried to loosen the knot on his wrists a little. He knew that this was a highly sophisticated and dangerous method of binding. Because just a slight vibration of the hands and feet is enough. The knot around his neck began to tighten. He turned and gave the lawyer a cold look. Say: Try it yourself. I'll go out and make a pot of coffee. He walked out of the bedroom. But he didn't go to the kitchen. He took the car keys from his trouser pocket. Walk towards the teak door.

11

The elevator was empty. He stepped in and pressed number fourteen. The whole person leaned against the wall. I feel a sense of sadness and emptiness. Over the past three years. Indeed, many men have entered his life blueprint. But most of them just choose a dark corner to stay for a short time. Shake your figure. Then he left. Even the doctor left this melancholy city two years ago. She walked out of his scarred life without any attachment. He has brushed past all kinds of unattainable eternity countless times. Finally I understand what eternity means. For them. Just a nice-sounding word with an expiration date. The lawyer's departure leaves the deepest scar. The young doctor's sudden departure still left a slowly festering pain in his heart. Then he got used to it. Continue to work at the computer company during the day. Occasionally receive customers in the evening. In and out of various rooms. Speak different languages. Relying on the pleasure of various absurd games to feed the huge and luxurious hunger of sexual desire. Continue to live a rebellious and extremely happy lifestyle.

He stood in front of room 1426. Ring the doorbell twice. A thin man opened the door. He just walked into the room. The man was lying naked on the bed. A friend introduced me to you. They all say you are sophisticated. Just the charges are a bit expensive. The man said. That's my value. If you can't pay, there's nothing I can do. He was in a terrible mood. That was a bit too much. The man didn't think anything of it. He said with a smile: It really lives up to its reputation. Then the man threw the hotel's razor to him. Said: Help me shave first. He took off his shirt. Revealing a body of hard muscles. He sat face down astride the man's flat belly. She began to play with the man's black, curly pubic hair. The man gently stroked his undulating bear back with his hands. Say: You have a kind face. Yeah? He responded briefly. All I want to do is to give today's customers a perfunctory treatment. Then go home and have a good sleep. I hope a long sleep can completely wash away the unpleasant experience of accidentally running into a lawyer from my mind. It feels like I've seen you there before. The man said. Both palms have reached out to touch his big pectoral muscles. He said nothing. The razor has removed a tuft of hair. His heart suddenly sank. Just under the pubic hair at the front of the penis. He caught a glimpse of some tattooed English letters. With his right hand shaking slightly, he carefully shaved off that part of the hair. Three English letters came into his sight. JOY is the nickname of my lively little girl. The man said. The penis is the most wonderful gift God has given to men. It is the only organ in our body whose size can be controlled by thought. Could it really be him? He was guessing in his heart. An indescribable excitement exploded violently in his chest...

12

He grasped the slightly frozen door handle. The bedroom was silent. The whole apartment was silent. He could just walk out like that. Leave the lawyer's fate to the unknown. He really wanted to walk out without looking back. There is an endless road outside the door. He hesitated for a moment in front of the door, looking very thoughtful. Then let go of the door handle. He turned and walked towards the kitchen which was still dark.