When I was finished with the boy I left him tied up and I didn't even bother to clean him. How perverted I am, that I want dear sexy Michel to wake up with the feel of my cum dripping out of him, I want him to feel his ass so full in proof of my pleasure that he won't forget who took him, who fucked him senseless.
I left the room and headed to my office to try and finish up some paper work. But for some reason I could not get the boy out of my mind it was stupid I have never once had an afterthought of those I use for my pleasure. They are only a moment's pleasure easily forgotten until I have need of them again. I wonder why my mind keeps drifting to him. He isn't the most handsome or the most talented of his sexual partners. Men and women, he'd been with both and it really didn't matter which one he fucked so long as it got himself off. It wasn't the fact that the boy resisted him; many did that even if they came around in the end. It wasn't that the boy was handsome, he had been with better looking men. He just needed to fuck the boy more, then once he tired of those moans and shudders of his then he would be able to think clearly. The boy had simply passed out from overexertion and he hadn't fully sated himself yet. Yes that was it.
Putting it from my mind I made my way to the office, bloody paperwork would dull his cock's ache for now.
"Sir if there is nothing else that you require of me I would like to retire for the evening."
"Tan tomorrow I want you to look into my new bedmate and find out if there is anyone who would look for him." Don't want some nosy cop or family member snooping around. He wasn't particularly in a hurry to give up his new bed slave.
"Of course, well then I will see you tomorrow, goodnight sir" Tan then walked out of the office leaving me alone to think of what other pleasures he would pull out of the boy.
"Yes goodbye Tan"
After he left I finished up the rest of the paper work and headed to my room.
Before I entered the room the noise of the boy stopped me. He was crying. The boy was actually crying. What the hell is with that? He hadn't cried in the three days of his captivity and now he put on the water works. Stupid boy. Crying would get him nothing but a red face.
Opening the door the boss looked at the pathetic little boy laying on the bed trying not to let tears run down his face.
"So are you so sad to be here, how disappointing I was hoping you would be begging like this morning to have me fuck you again, you seemed to enjoy it."
Michel's eyes opened wide and his breathing began to get unsteady. He looked frightened out of his wits.
"What is it you want you have already taken away my pride, my dignity there is nothing more for you to take just let me go, ple please let me go I won't tell a soul not no one I won't mention it as long as I live just please; please let me go."
"Stuttering how silly I thought you beat up those men who tried to get you to be there toy. Or was I mistaken."
I moved closer to the bed I wanted his heart to race I wanted him in agony.
"Those filthy idiots wanted something I was not willing to give them so they decided to take it, are you saying you would allow another man or anyone to take something of yours without a fight!"
His voice was angry and hurt he sounded like he needed to explain that it was nothing against him just that he wasn't wanting what my men had wanted. And of course I would fight but I was not about to tell the little brat that he was right.
Although he did look kind of sexy when he was worked up, He was still tied up and naked I could see his ass was still marked with my dried cum and I wondered if I were to stick my finger up his ass right now would he be wet from this morning's activities. Oh the thought of him pushing his body up against mine in a desperate act to remove my violating hand, but only drawing it in more was so delicious a thought I could not resist especially since he was dripping in desperation and he looked ready for a fight. I leaned over him while sitting on the edge of the bed and ran my tongue across his left nipple. His reaction was to gasp and pull away.
"Now now don't be like that I was hoping for another round of fun between you and I"
"Fun you call forcing drugs up my ass making me a blithering idiot who's only thought was your dick up there Fun. You must really be lacking in bed complainants if you have to force a defenseless boy to beg for your cock."
"What an idea that I would need to force someone to have sex with me, it's not true I am a very desirable man with both the human sexes' men and women want me in there arms even if only for one night."
"Then why are you wasting your time with me"
"I really don't know, maybe it's because you tempt me to beastly desires."
Michel's POV
He was crazy that's the only explanation he was crazy. Beastly desires what nonsense.
He had been surprised when he had woken up in a cold sweat; he thought the dreams were long gone. Thought he had gotten rid of them. What a fool he was, he would never be rid of the dreams, the memories. The tears had come then. He used to always cry when the dreams came, but the kickboxing and meditation he had studied for the past five years had helped control the urge to drown his sorrow and he hadn't cried in the past two years, but with all of the oppressing memories suffocating and the despair of the morning events he couldn't stop the salty drops from falling. When that man came in and just assumed that he was crying for the reason of his rape, he let him. Wouldn't do him any good if the bastard found another way to torture him. Let him believe what he wanted.
"I have an idea how about you willing let me take you without the drugs and let's see if I can't make you scream in pleasure." the man said.
His tongue left my nipple and started trailing down towards my cock and oh god if it didn't feel good. No NO NOO. This is not happening.
My voice was hesitant but at least it came out firm.
"No I won't and stop licking me."
The man lifted his head and smirked "Oh but you will enjoy what I do with your body I assure you."
He started removing his clothes and I knew there was nothing I could do about it he was going to rape me again and just like before I would not be able to stop him, he'd even proved that fighting was useless he could just drug me again and make me beg for him.
What do I do? FIGHT that's what you fight; fight him and keep fighting without the drug he won't win.
The man looked paused from removing his clothes and looked down at him.
"Now I can see you aren't going to play this game without some kind of prize at the end. I'll tell you what; if I can't make you cum within the next two hours without the drug I will let you go."
I stopped struggling. Froze as I made eye contact with him. Froze my heart at the spark of hope it was desperately trying to light. This could be a trick.
"Really you mean that if you can't make me cum you will let me go home."
"Yes however there are two conditions one you have to let me do anything I want with you within the next two hours and second if you should fail you must never again resist me when I want to fuck you. You will open your legs for me and beg me to take you every time I come to you. Is it a deal"
I thought about it and even though I wanted to fight him, even though loosing meant enslaving myself to this man, I knew this would probably be my only chance to get out of this place so what other choice did I have but to accept.
Looking up at him I had to wonder that if I did win what assurances did I have that he would keep his word, I mean he was the leader of a gang what promises do men that break the law keep.
"How do I know you will keep your word?"
"You don't, but you won't be getting another chance like this anytime soon."
The man leaned in close and whispered in my ear "If you want I will put it into writing, but if I have to do that it would mean that I would be putting myself in physical torment, because I am as hard as a rock and that would mean putting another hour on to the time limit."
Another hour, but two hours was already a long time I didn't think I could make it with three hours on the clock.
"Alright you have a deal"
"Good"
"Wait tell me your name first"
"My name is Alexandar I am Italian named after Alexandar the Great"
Alexandar moved off the bed and over to the next room, he came back with a knife. He cut away the material that bound me. Once I was free he again left the room and came back with a dildo.
"Now for starters I want you to stick this in your ass and then come over here and lick me."
Alexandar went over to a chair in the middle of the room and sat down on it he was as naked as the day he was born and he was sporting a hard on. I looked at the dildo that was probably bigger than or just as big as his.
"You're not going to renegade on our deal are you"
"No, but just so were clear you're a pervert."
"Oh I am well aware of that, but the clock doesn't start until that is in your ass so if you want to get this over with you had better start now"
And now the games begin...
