Futile Devices Scans

Xia Liu Yi made sure he had greeted and thanked every one of He Chu San’s friends. Then, still holding He Chu San’s hand, he went over to exchange a few words with Xin Xin’s family, who were picking at food by the buffet table, as well as Father He and Mother Wu. Xin Xin’s little daughter was hiding beside her mother’s leg, staring shyly at him. Xia Liu Yi bent down, scooped her up, and spun her around. “The little angel is flying!”

The little angel giggled in midair, her fluffy little wings fluttering in the breeze. In an instant, all her shyness vanished, and she shrieked, “MORE! MORE!”

Xia Liu Yi understood that word. He scooped her up again and spun her around twice more, making the child beam with delight. “Uncle Daddy!” she called happily.

Xia Liu Yi set her down and plucked a tiny flower, tucking it into the floral crown on her head. “He’s Sam. I’m Summer.”

Then he rose and leaned over to whisper a few instructions in Xin Xin’s ear. Xin Xin smiled and nodded repeatedly. “Okay, okay, okay. I’ll entertain everyone properly! Go on, hurry!”

Xia Liu Yi took He Chu San’s hand again and led him onward. Gradually, they left the lively crowd behind and reached the edge of the garden. Beyond the fence, lush greenery stretched down to the beach and onward toward the distant blue sea and sky. Seagulls soared freely overhead, while the sound of waves mingled with the salty breath of the tide.

His hand was warm and strong, gripping He Chu San’s tightly. His back was straight, his waist lean, his legs long, and his firm, rounded ass made He Chu San swallow. “What did you want to tell me?” He Chu San asked curiously.

“Who said I wanted to tell you anything?” Xia Liu Yi laughed. “I’m kidnapping you home!” With that, he swung his long legs over the fence and effortlessly crossed out of the garden. He glanced back at the bustling crowd with a sly grin, then dragged He Chu San over after him.

The two wound along a little path toward the car parked by the roadside. At first they jogged, but soon they were sprinting, diving into the car as quickly as though they were eloping.

As soon as the doors shut, they looked at each other, both slightly breathless. Xia Liu Yi, sitting in the passenger seat, made the first move. He shoved He Chu San back against the seat and kissed him hard. “Drive home!”

He Chu San dawdled. “Let’s go to the hospital first. I invited a doctor from Country A, and he said your right hand—”

Xia Liu Yi bit the rest of his sentence right out of his mouth, kissing him hard again before biting his lip.

“Little bastard, are you trying to suffocate me? Say one more word and I’ll strip you naked right here in the car and ride you myself! Why the hell would you pick today to see a doctor? Do you still want your ekiben or not?”

He Chu San hurriedly fastened his seat belt and grabbed the steering wheel. “I WANT IT!!!”

The car jolted and shot down the road toward their promised ekiben.

From the moment they got out of the car and stepped into the elevator, they were already kissing and embracing fiercely. Xia Liu Yi was so impatient that he started stripping off He Chu San’s jacket—the parched field was somehow even more desperate than the plow ox.

The elevator stopped midway up the building. A middle-aged woman about to step inside let out a shriek. Xia Liu Yi came back to his senses mid-kiss, turned sideways to block He Chu San’s face, and asked her, “Up or down?”

“D-Down,” the woman answered blankly.

Xia Liu Yi reached over and pressed the close-door button. “We’re going up.”

The elevator doors slid shut. He looked back at He Chu San’s flushed face and teased, “Your skin’s thick enough to stop a bullet, and you’re still embarrassed?”

He Chu San could not be bothered to explain that he was red from being kissed rather than from embarrassment. He simply lunged at Xia Liu Yi and kissed him again. The two grown men slammed into the elevator wall, making the old elevator sway. Only then did Xia Liu Yi notice the doors opening again. Looking outside, he realized with surprise that he knew this floor—it was the tiny one-bedroom apartment He Chu San had once rented in Tsim Sha Tsui.

It was difficult to imagine that a titan of the financial world worth billions still lived in an ordinary apartment building more than thirty years old.

Xia Liu Yi stepped out in astonishment and looked around. The entire corridor had been repainted. There had originally been two households on the floor, but now both sides had matching new front doors, each hung with an equally large, bright-red Double Happiness character.

He Chu San slipped a key into his hand. Xia Liu Yi walked along the familiar route to the door from all those years ago, unlocked it, and gently pushed it open.

The apartment had been newly renovated. The four walls were covered with some modern paneling he did not recognize, and the bulky old television had been replaced by a thin flat-screen. The sofa, cabinets, and other furniture had all been changed, yet their placement was almost exactly the same as before. A Xiao Man album poster still hung on the living-room wall. The new windowpanes still bore New Year paper-cuts handmade by Father He. On the coffee table sat that same coconut-shell doll with its little wooden stick sticking upright, while a vase beside it held several lollipops.

Xia Liu Yi reached up and stroked Xiao Man’s smiling face on the poster, then slowly entered the bedroom. Even that narrow little wardrobe from back then was still there. He opened it and found his clothes from more than a decade ago hanging neatly inside. When he reached out and touched them, he could tell they had regularly been taken out and cared for. They still looked almost new.

Xia Liu Yi’s eyes instantly grew wet. At that moment, He Chu San embraced him from behind.

“Elite He, after all these years, you’re still living in this dump?” Xia Liu Yi asked hoarsely.

He Chu San pressed his face against the back of his neck. “Those first few years, you wouldn’t speak to me. I was afraid you might refuse to speak to me for twenty years, then one day finally come out, regret it, and want to find me—but you wouldn’t know where I was. So I bought this place and kept living here. Every night when I came home, it felt as though you were still here.”

Xia Liu Yi turned and crushed He Chu San against him. There were no words that could describe the pain in that moment. He kissed He Chu San reverently, kissed the corners of his eyes rippling with emotion, kissed his trembling lips. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I made you wait too long.”

He Chu San burst into tears. A thirty-nine-year-old man crying like a child.

They fell onto the bed wrapped around each other, the vivid red bedding enveloping them in the color of blood and fire intertwined through all those years. He Chu San had been smiling all day, his face overflowing with happiness, but now he buried himself against Xia Liu Yi’s shoulder and sobbed as though he wanted to cry out every grievance he had endured. As he cried, he suddenly bit Xia Liu Yi viciously on the neck, drawing blood.

“I hate you so much. Those years, every single night I lay on this bed thinking about how I could kill you, how I could eat your flesh bite by bite and drink your blood… I hate myself. Why didn’t I stay beside you when you told me to leave? If I had stayed then, if I had…”

“Shh, shh.” Tears streaked down Xia Liu Yi’s face as he gently stroked him. “It’s over. It’s all over. I’m here now. We’ll never be separated again.”

He Chu San choked back his sobs and gently licked the bloody tooth marks he had left. “Does it hurt?”

“No. Not as much as my heart hurts for you.”

He Chu San smiled through his tears. “Brother Liu Yi knows how to say romantic things now.”

“Didn’t I always?” Xia Liu Yi kissed him softly again. “Do you still want your ekiben?”

“I do. But right now, I just want to hold you and sleep. I want to sleep with you.”

“All right. Then sleep.”

“Aren’t you feeling very frustrated?”

“I want to sleep with you too.” Xia Liu Yi reached for the curtains as he spoke, but He Chu San stopped him and pressed a button on the headboard. The curtains automatically slid shut.

It was midday, sunlight blazing beneath a clear sky outside, yet inside the apartment, the two of them embraced and fell deeply asleep. He Chu San had been so tense and excited for several days that he had barely slept. Now the nerves that had been stretched taut for more than a decade finally relaxed completely, and his eyelids grew heavy. Half asleep, he clung to Xia Liu Yi’s fingers and mumbled, “You’re not allowed to leave before I wake up. Even if you need the bathroom, wake me up and we’ll go together.”

Xia Liu Yi kissed him again. “All right. I’ll never leave.”

…

The sleep was warm and long. A long time later, Xia Liu Yi woke to total darkness.

He became alert instantly. Instinctively, he tried to push away the blindfold covering his eyes, only to discover that both his hands and feet had been shackled to the bed, his limbs spread into a large X. Even his neck was fitted with a collar. He struggled violently, making the iron chains clatter. Every hair on his body stood on end. He seemed to have been stripped bare except for a pair of briefs.

“A’San? A’San?” he called urgently.

He Chu San’s low laughter suddenly sounded beside his ear. “I told you I was going to lock you up for the rest of your life. Remember? ‘When you get out, I’ll put a dog chain around you and lock you beside me. I’ll keep you locked up until you’re eighty, a hundred—even when you die, you’ll still be chained together with me.’”

The instant Xia Liu Yi heard his voice, his body relaxed. Realizing Best Actor He had possessed his husband again, he could only smile helplessly to himself. Fine. If he wants to act, I’ll play along.

He stopped resisting. He Chu San, however, was dissatisfied and gave his nipple a sharp tug. “Say something.”

The corners of Xia Liu Yi’s mouth curled despite himself. “Say what?”

“Tell me to let you go.”

“I don’t want you to let me go. I want to spend my whole life chained to your bed. Until I’m eighty, a hundred. Until I die.”

A heavy, suppressed breath sounded beside his ear. Then He Chu San’s weight pressed down over him as he panted, “Brother Liu Yi, are you doing this on purpose?”

Xia Liu Yi turned his head and provocatively blew a breath toward his face.

…

A moment later, He Chu San’s palm slid down Xia Liu Yi’s bare skin and slipped between their overlapping bodies, rubbing and teasing him maliciously. Xia Liu Yi immediately let out a muffled gasp. It was as though some switch in his body had been unlocked by the only fingerprint in the world capable of opening it. His skin flushed red, his waist and hips began moving involuntarily, and his lower body rubbed instinctively against He Chu San’s hardness.

He felt He Chu San kneeling over him. Warm lips kissed his Adam’s apple, then a wet tongue traced his collarbone before that mouth descended to viciously bite and suck his nipple. The tender little protrusion, so at odds with its owner’s rough exterior, quickly reddened and swelled. It was Xia Liu Yi’s most sensitive spot. He writhed harder, making the iron chains rattle, while the parched field below itched unbearably. Unable to stand it, he spread his legs and hooked them around He Chu San’s waist. “Faster… little bastard…”

He heard He Chu San chuckle wickedly. “What’s the hurry? This is your punishment for ignoring me for 1,482 days. I remember every single one.”

His briefs were slowly pulled down. His fully erect cock sprang free, only to be swallowed by a warm mouth that sucked and toyed with it. Xia Liu Yi stretched his legs taut in torment, making the chains clatter again. Just as he neared climax, however, the opening was abruptly blocked, and something cold slowly pressed into his urethra.

“Ah—!” Xia Liu Yi cried out despite himself.

“Shh. Be good,” He Chu San coaxed.

“What is that… Ah, gently. It hurts…” Xia Liu Yi frowned and rubbed his face hard against the pillow and blindfold, desperate to see what He Chu San was doing. He Chu San maliciously pinched his nipple instead, drawing a muffled moan from him. The sensitive little nub was pinched crimson, looking almost wet with color. Xia Liu Yi arched his back in torment, momentarily forgetting the dull pain between his legs.

He Chu San carefully worked a urethral sound all the way inside. Xia Liu Yi shuddered in pain and nudged him with one knee. He Chu San seized that knee and spread his legs wider. His rear entrance tightened, and then something shaped like a large syringe was pressed inside, injecting cold liquid into him.

“Fuck…” Xia Liu Yi could not help swearing. “What the hell are you doing… ah…”

He Chu San’s sinister laughter never stopped. “Hehehe. I’ve been dreaming about this day for a very long time. Now that the dream has finally come true, it feels incredible. Do you know how beautiful you look right now? I almost want to stamp my mark right here.” As he spoke, he stroked around the rim of Xia Liu Yi’s entrance. The syringe was still inside, and a little clear lubricant had seeped out around it, making the slightest touch unbearably sensitive.

“Little bastard—hah!” Xia Liu Yi twisted his hips desperately against the sheets. He could already guess what He Chu San had injected into him. It was making him itch unbearably inside.

“You dare use this crap on me? Take it out… ah!”

He Chu San ignored him entirely, laughing as he kissed his burning-red earlobe. “Don’t call me little bastard. Call me husband.”

“Husband, my ass.” Xia Liu Yi turned his flushed face toward him and cursed, “You’ve turned into a middle-aged pervert, hah… If you want to fuck me, then just fuck me. Stop messing around with all this—ah! You’re still pushing it in!”

The entire syringe of aphrodisiac lubricant was emptied inside him. His ass was numb and unbearably itchy, his whole body burning like fire, while the urethral sound blocked his erect cock and left him completely unable to release.

That middle-aged pervert—the Fox King—only became more brazen. He giggled into Xia Liu Yi’s ear. “Don’t you want to know what those dolls are for? I’ll show you exactly how I spent all those years.”

He Chu San climbed away from him. Soon, the blindfold was removed from Xia Liu Yi’s face. Sweat covered his forehead as he turned his dazed gaze sideways—and saw a doll nearly as tall as he was lying beside him. He Chu San pinched the doll’s chin and turned its face toward him. Its silicone features looked exactly like Xia Liu Yi when he was younger, right down to the subtle curve of his thin lips.

It was horrifying. Goosebumps instantly rose over Xia Liu Yi’s entire body. “Take it away! Get that thing away from me!”

“Why?” He Chu San wore an unmistakably perverted smile. “You didn’t want to see me, so I had no choice but to play with it instead. Oh, actually, this isn’t the original one. The first didn’t resemble you very much, and the quality wasn’t great, so I wore it out after a few years of playing. I replaced it twice after that. This one looks the most like you. Want to know what I used to do with them? I can demonstrate.”

As he spoke, he actually lifted the doll’s long legs and pressed them toward its shoulders, folding the entire body nearly in half. Then he took two leather straps and tied its thighs to its upper arms, forcing it into a broad M-shape.

“I’d fuck it like this. First the little mouth on top, then the one underneath. Sometimes I tied it to the headboard, sometimes I hung it up and fucked it—see that hook in the ceiling? That’s what I used. The newest model is very advanced. If you fuck it hard enough, it even screams like this…”

He Chu San fiddled with the doll, then deliberately smiled at Xia Liu Yi as he pushed a finger into its soft rear opening and stirred wetly inside, making certain Xia Liu Yi could hear every sticky sound before thrusting deeper.

“Hus… band… fas… ter… fuck… me…” the doll suddenly moaned.

…That sounds exactly like me!

“I recorded things you said in the visiting room and edited them together.” He Chu San smiled. “There’s another one.”

He pressed from another angle, and the doll moaned again. “Hus… band… I’m… so… itchy… ah… faster… please…”

Xia Liu Yi finally snapped. He yanked against the chains and roared, “Ahhh! He Chu San, I know you’ve been pent up so long you’ve turned into a fucking pervert! It’s my fault, all right? It’s all my fault! Stop playing with that thing and throw it away! Hurry up and fuck me! I’m really fucking itchy!”

“Not yet,” his perverted husband said. “I want you to lie there and watch me fuck it.”

As he spoke, He Chu San spread the doll’s opening and positioned himself as though preparing to thrust his sword into its sheath.

“You dare!” Xia Liu Yi roared. “Little bastard, if you dare fuck anyone—or anything—other than me, I’ll skin you alive!”

He Chu San burst out laughing, immensely pleased by that possessive roar. He tossed the doll aside and pounced on him. “Really?”

Xia Liu Yi was panting from the unbearable itch. Every inch of skin touching He Chu San burned, and every cell in his body was screaming to be fucked. He gasped out another threat. “I’ll skin you, tear out your tendons, chop off your dick, dry it, and make a specimen out of it…”

“Hehe. Preservation technology is very advanced now. You could keep it looking almost fresh.”

“Stop talking shit and fuck me already!” Xia Liu Yi’s eyes were bloodshot with desperation.

He Chu San pulled out the syringe, spread Xia Liu Yi’s firm ass, and drove into him in one thrust. Impaled by that scorching hardness, Xia Liu Yi squeezed his eyes shut and shook violently—and came almost instantly. The urethral sound blocked the exit, leaving nowhere for the hot fluid to escape. The painful backflow only sent him spiraling into even more uncontrollable pleasure. Broken cries tore from his throat as his waist and hips spasmed ceaselessly, his consciousness seeming to evaporate along with the fireworks exploding through his nerves.

The dry orgasm lasted so long that Xia Liu Yi felt as though his soul had left his body. He did not respond even when He Chu San called him several times.

He Chu San stopped moving and watched him carefully. Only after a while did Xia Liu Yi finally stop trembling and let out a long breath through his nose.

Knowing Xia Liu Yi had been overwhelmed by pleasure rather than hurt, He Chu San still touched his face and asked, “Are you all right?”

Xia Liu Yi slowly opened his eyes. He looked like a thoroughly satisfied, exhausted big cat. Turning his head, he rubbed his sweat-dampened cheek against He Chu San’s palm and rasped, “Don’t use those things on me again. I wanted you all along…”

Then he frowned again. “Damn it, it still itches. Fuck me faster. Harder… ngh—!”

He buried his face in He Chu San’s palm and moaned loudly without restraint. The burning-hot cock thrust rapidly in and out of him, filling every furrow and crevice of the parched field. Spring water seeped from the deepest part of the soil, fine rain soaking the earth. Every obscene, ridiculous dream from those thousands of nights apart had become reality. Xia Liu Yi lifted his legs and locked them around He Chu San’s lean, powerful waist. The hardness inside him continued swelling, making tears gather in his eyes.

The chains jingled as he strained against the restraints at his wrists. Amid the relentless impacts, he cried, “A’San… ah… A’San… let go of my hands. I want to hold you…”

“No.” He Chu San bit his lip. “This is your punishment.”

“There’s no damn punishment… Ah, ah… feels so good, right there… ah… Then let me go. Let me down. I want to come… ah…”

“Call me husband, and I’ll let you come.”

“Screw you… ah…”

Xia Liu Yi was flushed bright red from being fucked and simply could not bring himself to say it. He tried coaxing him instead. “Mr. He, be a good man and let me go.”

“No. My wife isn’t behaving.”

“Who the hell is your wife… ngh… I’m your husband. If anyone should be calling somebody that, you should be the one to start…”

He Chu San immediately went with the flow, the words rolling effortlessly off his tongue. “Husband. My good husband Liu Yi. Hurry and say, ‘Husband San San, I’m so itchy. Faster.’”

Xia Liu Yi kicked his legs furiously. He Chu San drove his hips forward, burying himself to the base before slamming into him several more times. Xia Liu Yi’s sensitive spot was stirred into a frenzy; his waist went numb, and he clenched the chains at his wrists as he shouted in humiliation, “Husband! Husband! Happy now?!”

“You don’t have the slightest bit of romance in the way you say it.”

“You only figured out today that I’m not romantic?” Xia Liu Yi was practically going insane from being denied. With no other option, he went on the offensive and tightened around He Chu San. “Hurry and release your husband. Your husband wants to come… ngh…”

He Chu San had been holding back for too long himself. Caught off guard by that sudden clenching, he immediately lost control. With a low growl, he thrust into the deepest part of Xia Liu Yi and came. Xia Liu Yi panted as the scalding semen spilled deep inside him. He assumed He Chu San would finally release him so he could come too, but the little bastard was unbelievably wicked. Even as he continued pulsing inside Xia Liu Yi, he gasped for breath and retaliated by pinching both of Xia Liu Yi’s sensitive nipples, deliberately preventing his release.

“You little bastard…” Xia Liu Yi went limp beneath his hands, instinctively pushing his chest toward those fingers. His solid pectorals were swollen, kneaded into supple waves under He Chu San’s palms. He Chu San shifted upward and straddled his chest, pressing his gradually softening cock between the two muscles and signaling for Xia Liu Yi to open his mouth.

“Bread with sausage. Remember? Feed yourself. Hurry up and suck it hard again.”

“How am I supposed to do that when my hands are chained?” Xia Liu Yi glared at him.

He Chu San reached into the nightstand for a remote and pressed a button. With a soft mechanical squeak, the chains securing Xia Liu Yi’s wrists and ankles lengthened slightly. Xia Liu Yi glared at him again, then brought his hands toward his chest, squeezed He Chu San’s cock between his pectorals, raised his head to take the tip into his mouth, and mumbled around it, “Let me come afterward.”

“I never promised that.” He Chu San looked down at him with a smile. “And if you dare bite me, I’ll never let you come again for the rest of your life.”

With that, he cupped Xia Liu Yi’s head and drove himself in.

Caught completely off guard, Xia Liu Yi took him all the way to the back of his throat. Furious, he released his own chest and smacked He Chu San hard on the ass. He Chu San retaliated by thrusting deeper, making even breathing difficult. Saliva spilled helplessly from the corners of Xia Liu Yi’s mouth and dripped onto his heaving chest. He Chu San began thrusting in and out, while Xia Liu Yi’s already-sensitive nipples rubbed fiercely against his thighs. The aching stimulation became almost unbearable, and muffled mmph—mmph— sounds escaped Xia Liu Yi’s throat.

Just before actually choking him to death, He Chu San finally withdrew his wet, swollen “sausage” from deep in Xia Liu Yi’s throat. He took Xia Liu Yi by the hand, pulled him off the bed, and made him stand with his back against the wall.

Xia Liu Yi turned his head aside and panted heavily. His jaw felt almost dislocated from being stuffed so deeply. Slick fluid and the semen He Chu San had released inside him earlier steadily leaked from his rear and ran down the wall toward the floor. He could feel He Chu San fiddling with something behind him. Curious, he tried to look, only for He Chu San to cover his eyes with the blindfold again.

“What the hell are you doing now? You’re pretty damn good at these games for a man your age.” Xia Liu Yi could not resist muttering. Then he heard the creak of gears turning somewhere in the room. This little bedroom had been remodeled like a hidden-weapons chamber.

“A man is a flower at forty.” He Chu San chuckled softly beside his ear. “Your man is thirty-nine, right at the age when he’s like a wolf or tiger. Want to feel my bullet muscles? I can fuck you for three hours without a break.”

Xia Liu Yi actually reached out and felt them. Then he laughed. “You trained these at the gym? Must’ve gotten worked pretty hard, huh?”

He Chu San knew perfectly well which meaning of worked Xia Liu Yi was deliberately implying, but the joke still struck a sore spot. Irritated, he bit Xia Liu Yi’s neck and defended his dignity as a husband. “Lift your leg.”

Elio’s Notes: The Chinese verb 操 can mean to train/work something, but it is also vulgar slang for “fuck.” Xia Liu Yi deliberately twists He Chu San’s gym talk into a sexual joke.

Xia Liu Yi lifted one leg and hooked it around He Chu San’s waist. He had not expected He Chu San to pinch his ass again. “The other one too.”

“I’m heavy. Can you actually hold me?”

“You’ll find out once you’re up.”

Blindfolded and unable to see anything, Xia Liu Yi wrapped both arms around He Chu San’s neck, gave a tentative hop, and locked his legs around his waist. He Chu San supported his ass with both arms and held him steadily.

Only then did Xia Liu Yi realize what position they were in. He clung to He Chu San’s neck and burst out laughing. “So this is the ekiben? Holding someone while you eat?”

“That’s right.”

“Fuck, I’ve wondered about this for years and could never figure it out. Hahaha! Isn’t this The Carnal Prayer Mat?”

Elio’s Notes: The Carnal Prayer Mat (Rouputuan) is a famous seventeenth-century Chinese erotic novel. Xia Liu Yi is joking about the sexual position.

“Carnal what?” He Chu San frowned. “Did you spend all your time visiting brothels when you lived in the Walled City? You’ve done this with people before?”

“I was the one running the brothel, all right?” Xia Liu Yi laughed heartily. “Even if you’ve never eaten pork, you’ve at least seen pigs run!”

Before the former brothel boss could finish laughing, his entrance tightened and the sword slid into its sheath. Xia Liu Yi instantly clung to He Chu San, left with nothing but moans.

Fuck! The Carnal Prayer Mat really deserves its reputation. This is intense!

Almost all his weight hung from He Chu San’s arms and his own thighs, concentrating every impact where their bodies joined. He Chu San penetrated extraordinarily deep. Under the fierce collisions, Xia Liu Yi several times felt as though even his balls were about to be knocked up inside him. His insides were thoroughly stirred open, slick fluid splattering against the wall and floor. He no longer had any spare breath to tease his husband. His head tipped back as he cried out until his voice nearly went hoarse, every muscle in his body drawn into taut, undulating lines.

It did not take long before he was fucked completely limp, his entire attention consumed by the cock driving relentlessly into him. His arms around He Chu San weakened more and more. “A’San… ngh… too deep… too… ah, ah…”

“Am I fucking the spot that itches the most?” He Chu San panted heavily.

“You are… ah… stop, stop for a second. I can’t hold on… ah…”

He Chu San pressed something on the wall. The chains attached to Xia Liu Yi’s wrists suddenly pulled tight, hooks lifting his arms toward the ceiling and hauling his limp body upward again.

“Ah—ah…”

Damn it! This little bastard planned everything!

With part of Xia Liu Yi’s weight now transferred to the restraints, He Chu San supported his ass and gave another savage thrust. Xia Liu Yi’s hands were hoisted overhead, and each impact flattened him against the wall. He Chu San’s cock would slip out slightly, only to be driven violently back inside when Xia Liu Yi’s body struck the wall. The friction burned at his entrance, and Xia Liu Yi rasped, “No… it’s really too deep…”

“Deep is exactly right.”

He Chu San panted and unleashed another flurry of hard thrusts. When he heard that Xia Liu Yi truly could no longer stand it, he finally slowed slightly, grinding against his sensitive spots and alternating between deep and shallow strokes to torment him.

By then, He Chu San had played with him until he was half dead. Xia Liu Yi’s mind was completely hazy as he endured another fierce kiss. The pain from his bitten lips would drag him briefly back to awareness, only for the next violent impact from deep inside his body to knock his soul away again. The overwhelming pleasure of body and mind made him feel as though he had fallen out of the clouds. In the white, misty instant before climax, He Chu San’s husky voice cut through the fog like a beam of light.

“Brother Liu Yi, I’m going to come for you. Take it all.”

Xia Liu Yi tightened his arms around He Chu San’s neck, bit down on the side of his neck, then kissed the same spot tenderly before willingly opening himself farther. He Chu San surged into the deepest part of him, scalding fluid filling him until it seemed they had melted into one body.

Xia Liu Yi whimpered against He Chu San’s shoulder, trembling violently from the force of He Chu San’s climax. His own semen still could not escape past the urethral sound, and the painful backflow forced tears from his eyes. After He Chu San finished, he withdrew, knelt beneath Xia Liu Yi, and carefully removed the urethral sound. Then he took Xia Liu Yi’s cock into his mouth, licking and sucking while stroking him until Xia Liu Yi quickly came into his throat.

Afterward, Xia Liu Yi sagged limply against the wall, gasping. His voice had been rasped raw by all the panting and moaning, his throat swollen enough that even swallowing hurt. Between his legs, fluid continued dripping steadily onto the floor.

He Chu San unlocked the shackles around his wrists and ankles and carried him back to bed. A faint sliver of moonlight slipped through the curtains; it was already deep into the night. He Chu San pressed the button to open the curtains, letting gentle moonlight spill over Xia Liu Yi’s sweat-dampened body. He gazed at him tenderly. Xia Liu Yi was darker than before prison and thinner too, but years of exercise had kept his body muscular, strong, and long-limbed. The mottled scars covering him had faded even more than they had a decade ago, and dampened with sweat, they resembled washed-out totems. His features were still handsome and rakishly dashing, though fine lines now lingered at the corners of his eyes and brows. He Chu San could not resist bending down to kiss those traces left by the passing years.

Xia Liu Yi raised his head and kissed him back. His hands roamed over He Chu San’s waist and abdomen, touching the scars left by the two vicious stabs He Chu San had once inflicted upon himself. He Chu San had taken excellent care of himself; his gentle features were almost unchanged from more than ten years earlier, perhaps even more elegant and handsome now. He looked slender when dressed, but naked, his body was visibly more solid and powerful. His lower abdominal muscles stacked neatly one after another. Xia Liu Yi stroked and squeezed them one by one, and He Chu San even deliberately flexed his bullet muscles to show off.

Xia Liu Yi laughed aloud. “You really trained these this solid?”

“I had plenty of free time and nobody to warm my bed at night. I had to burn off my energy somehow, didn’t I?”

“Don’t you still have those perverted dolls?”

He Chu San bent down, rested his head against Xia Liu Yi’s chest, and idly played with one of his sensitive nipples. “I was only teasing you earlier. I never actually fucked them. I normally just used props on them. I tried putting it in once, but I went soft immediately. Knowing they were fake made me miserable.”

Xia Liu Yi rolled over and hugged him tightly. “You silly bastard. You really spent more than ten years like that? You could actually hold back?”

“What about you? How did you survive all those years?”

Xia Liu Yi leaned close and whispered several words into his ear.

He Chu San’s breathing immediately roughened. He flipped them over, pinned Xia Liu Yi beneath him, and lifted both his legs onto his shoulders.

“Fuck. Did you rub yourself down with Indian miracle oil or something? You’re going again?”

Elio’s Notes: “Indian miracle oil” is a joking reference to topical products marketed as enhancing male sexual stamina or performance.

He Chu San panted excitedly and laughed. “What? Is Big Brother Xia getting old? You can’t take it after only two rounds?”

Big Brother Xia raised an eyebrow, wrapped his arms around He Chu San’s neck, and laughed. “Elite He, haven’t you heard the old saying? There are no fields that get ruined from plowing—only oxen that die of exhaustion. You’d better have what it takes to fuck me unconscious tonight, or you’ll be the one whose essence runs dry and whose life gets cut short.”

He Chu San smiled against the corner of his lips. “Then let’s see who gets the last laugh.”

He thrust his hips forward.

“Ungh—!”

The moans from the bedroom lasted all night.

When the sky began to pale with dawn, an earth-shattering crash suddenly rang out. Even the floorboards trembled. On the living-room coffee table, the coconut-shell doll shook from the impact, its little upright wooden stick bobbing violently up and down.

Covered in sweat, He Chu San slowly climbed up from the collapsed mattress. Xia Liu Yi was still trapped in the deep crater underneath him, screaming continuously in a voice as rough as sandpaper. “My waist! My waist is cramping! Ahhh! Hurry up and pull me out!”

He Chu San had spent the entire night plowing with all his strength and was nearly exhausted himself. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected them to destroy the bed. Supporting his own aching waist, he crawled over and struggled to pull Xia Liu Yi free. “Wait… wait a second. Don’t rush me…” He tried several times and still could not get him out.

“Damn it, hurry up!” Xia Liu Yi’s vision was going black from the cramp. “Were those bullet muscles of yours painted on?!”

“Cough… How did you know? It wasn’t very obvious, was it? I just… brushed on a little powder…”

“BEST—ACTOR—HE—!!!”

Spring Radiance, END.