“You are nothing but a hole,” Luo Binghe whispered, shoving his large co*ck into the narrow orifice of his human stick.The latter gave a muffled squeal, face down. Even after all the abuse he had suffered, Shen Qingqiu remained true to himself, cold and contemptuous. He was not immortal for nothing. He refused to admit his pain and humiliation.It made Binghe mad. Every person around him would bend to his whims. The countless beauties of his harem worshipped him as a god, and the rest of the world obeyed all his desires, either out of respect or fear.But not Shen Qingqiu. Not this miserable and pitiful creature barely deserving the title of human being. He was a piece of flesh unable to move. Unable to flee or defend himself.And Binghe liked it. Yet he would have preferred the latter to scream, as he had first cut one of his limbs. He had taken his time with him, allowing several months to pass between each mutilation to prevent his former master from dying due to the hemorrhage, but also to imbue him with a feeling of impotence.He had of course started with the legs, which made him more vulnerable and easier to f*ck. And the kiss, he had not refused it, he enjoyed on all the surface of his body, in his mouth, in his hair, and between his buttocks, where he had engraved his name in a letter of fire. He could bring it down as much as he wanted, he had the power.Binghe loved to see him try to crawl away from him, without obviously going far. However, he had tired of his claws and also got rid of his arms. This made him even more manipulable, a pretty doll that he could maltreat when his demon instincts dictated the worst atrocities.
Now, Shen Qingqiu was only a trunk and a head. He existed only for the pleasure of his lord. He liked to see him swing over the door, hanging on chains like a delicate chime. He made the most charming noises when Binghe brought him down, guessing with terror what delicious suffering was waiting for him.When he was tired of the presence of his women, all more beautiful than each other and without real personality, Luo Binghe went to the dungeon to revive the flame that burned tirelessly in his being, the one that had allowed him to survive through all the trials he had gone through. His hatred for Shen Qingqiu, his devotion, his desire. He brought him down, therefore, and tormented the remains of his body in the most abominable way, committing the most perverse and unspeakable misdeeds on his former master.“Ignoble pig” the mutilated prisoner groaned between his teeth.Luo Binghe crushed his small testicl*s between his rough and powerful fingers, causing a pathetic moan in the chest of his former teacher. He hesitated to get rid of it, the ultimate degeneration of his status as a man. To castrate him would be further proof that he no longer belonged to the human race. He no longer existed, he was only an object, a possession.For now, he was leaving them to him so that he could beat them up because of his envy. Seeing him finally react wasn’t so bad after all.He grabbed it by the shoulders and burina it with determination, pushing his rod as far as he could without worrying about hurting his victim by tearing his organs. His warm blood was hardly enough lubricant, and when Binghe slightly moved away to resume his attacks, the anus refused to release it, like the mouth of a leech.
It was like plunging his sex in the wet and pulsating flesh of a raw wound. And despite all the infamy of his situation, the human stick continued to shout insults in a low voice, almost incoherent and inaudible. It only convinced him that there was no better sheath than Shen Qingqiu. The women were gentle and docile, but it was precisely this brute ferocity that they lacked. Shen Qingqiu was now an animal, entirely at his own pleasure, but still hateful, always evil. And just by breathing, he fed the anger of Luo Binghe, that rage that had allowed him to survive everything and gave so much vigor to his brutal kidney shots.
It was therefore a vicious circle, of which Binghe took pride internally. A prison more solid than any torture he could have inflicted on his former master - which will not prevent him from being inventive in this field.
At the moment of jouissance, he wrapped his long black hair as fine as silk around his hand and pulled a big blow to reveal the throat of his toy. The latter growled with rage and suffering, revealing teeth as white as ivory - despite the treatment he received, Luo Binghe took great care of his appearance and health to keep him alive and presentable. Available to his desires.
After satisfying his sexual needs, he bent and savagely bit the offered neck to blood, drinking avidly from the strangled cries of his victim. The burning blood flowed on his chin like honey, bitter and alive.
If Shen Qingqiu had begged instead of insulting him, if he had pleaded to him on his knees, sincerely, perhaps he would have chosen a different path. Perhaps he could have given her a more pleasant life and had cured the misery insuffled in his heart when his master had thrown him away as the worst of the rubbish.
It would never happen.
“I could ask them to transplant a belly,” Binghe blew, finally drawing his teeth out of the wound, his lips covered with blood.
With his other hand, he pressed on the belly of Shen Qingqiu, deliberately ignoring the erection of it. The immortal had a hiccup like a sob.
“So I could have you carry one of my bastards,” Luo Binghe whispered. “Would you like that, to give your lord a spawn ? You like it when I take you as a whor*, you will surely like it if I make you my bitch.
The look turned, he hugged the human staff that had become Shen Qingqiu. The latter gave a weak and hoarse roar.
“I’d rather die.”
“I know,” Binghe muttered with a mixture of affection, frustration and anxiety.
His features twisted and he pinched one of Shen Qingqiu’s nipples. Hard.
The latter screamed and Binghe’s laughter covered his voice, echoing in the depths of the dungeon.
In this place, the only thing to rule was madness.
