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This chapter contains a graphic rape scene. Don't read if you think you can't handle it.

Chapter 10

"Why can you just let me alone!"Adam hissed angrily, pushing Patrick away from him.

"You're not a diva anymore, rockstar!" Patrick snapped, grabbing the singer by the throat and shoving him onto the wall. "You're a slave now, so there's no 'alone' if your master doesn't want to allow it. And here, I'm one of your masters so I have the right to do everything I want to you," he added, squeezing his grip even more, strangling the younger man and banging his head hard on the wall.

They were in the shower room. It was like the showers of a locker room. The walls and the floor were covered with white ceramic, and there were several hooks with chains on each wall and on the floor.

When Victor a left the training room with the client about an hour before, he had said that he wanted Adam clean and fresh for his private training. So Patrick and Frank had kept beating him for 30 minutes before unchaining him and taking him to the shower. They had given him soap and shampoo and ordered him to wash himself while they were "watching" the show. Adam was exhausted and in pain; he had seen his reflection in the mirror and had noticed that his back was dark red, like the back of the other slave he saw a few hours earlier. When he got under the water, the pain had gotten worst, but he was so glad to be able to take a shower. After a few minutes, Patrick and Frank had taken off their clothes and had decided to take some more time to "play" with the singer. Watching Adam shower and knowing they had the power over him, aroused them, but since they weren't allowed to fuck him and they knew that the singer was really good at giving head, they decided to force him to give them blowjobs instead. But when Patrick had gotten closer to the younger man and had asked him to kneel, Adam didn't want to obey, so he got really pissed off.

So the singer was pinned to the wall, and he wasn't able to breathe because of Patrick's hand was on his throat. He tried to loosen the grip of the bigger man, but he was so weak that he wasn't strong enough.

"Maybe we should put the chains back," Frank proposed, stroking his hard cock and walking closer to the two men.

"Noooo...please..."Adam begged in a whisper with the last breath he had left, shaking his head lightly.

"So stop fighting us!" Patrick said, letting go of the young man and letting him fall to the wet floor. "Keep that in mind rockstar, we're always gonna win!"

Adam was half-sitting, half-lying on the floor, massaging his sore throat. He knew at this moment that Patrick was right; he couldn't fight them and win. So, he decided to do what they wanted, to submit to them. He didn't like the idea, but he didn't have enough strength left to fight them.

"Now, kneel," Patrick ordered, pointing in front of him.

The singer reluctantly obeyed, kneeling in front of the well-built man. When Patrick took his cock in his hand and put it on the young man lips, Adam parted them and let the man slide his member inside his mouth. The older man grabbed the singer's hair and started trusting in and out slowly. The singer was able to relax and let the man control him. So each time Patrick's cock hit the back of his throat, he was able to control his gag reflex.

"Good boy...fuck that feels good..." Patrick said, thrusting harder. "You see, you can be a good boy when you want to..."

After a few minutes, the big man came in Adam's mouth and throat, holding him still by his hair. Without spilling any drop, Adam swallowed all the man's semen. When Patrick took his cock out, Frank came closer, taking the other man's place.

"Mine, now..."he said, taking his hard on in his hand and sliding it into the young man's mouth.

Like Adam did with Patrick, he relaxed his mouth, his throat and his body to submit to Frank. When the older man came and the singer had swallowed all his cum, Patrick and Frank let Adam finished his shower and gave him a tooth brush and toothpaste. The singer was really glad; he'd wanted to brush his teeth since he arrived in this place.

When Adam was done, they handcuffed him, his hands behind his back, and holding him by the arms, leaded him to another part of the building that he didn't see yet. They stopped in front of closed door. Patrick knocked.

"Come in..." a voice called from inside the room.

When they entered, Adam frowned, seeing Victor laying on a bed, shirtless, reading a book and drinking a glass on whine. He knew what was coming and why he was brought here. He was shaking lightly from cold and panic, and he was scared; he couldn't find any way to get away from what was coming.

"Hmmmmm...That's gonna be so good..." Victor said when he noticed Adam's trouble expression. He stood up and walked closer to the singer. "You can go, guys. I'll take real good care of him," he added, grinning and pulling Adam toward him.

The dark haired man looked behind him to see Patrick and Frank closing the door behind them, waving playfully at him. When Victor noticed that Adam was not looking at him, he pushed him hard onto the opposite wall.

"You would have to learn to respect your master, boy," he began, pressing his body against the younger man. "Now I'm gonna show you who's in command here," he added, taking his cock out of his pants. "Kneel and suck my dick...and as a reward, I'm going to fuck you."

At these words, even if he already knew what was coming, Adam panicked and lost it. He pushed Victor away from him with his torso and shoulder. It was not really strong because he was weak, but it did the job, well for a few seconds. When Victor regained his balance, he was furious. He was looking at the younger man like he just wanted to kill him. So he headed toward the singer and punched him hard on the right temple. Adam's vision became fuzzy and he fell on the cold floor, flat on his stomach. The older man took something quickly from a small table and moved closer to the singer. He sat on him, straddling his hips.

"You still think you don't have to obey?" Victor began, opening a small bottle and pouring a small amount of its contain in his hand. "Well, I'm going to show you who's the boss here. First, I didn't want to hurt you too much, but it seems to me that you need some punishment," he added, lubbing and stroking his hardening cock.

Adam could hear what the older man was saying, but he was still knocked out from the punch he had received. He noticed the sound of the bottle, the slick noise of a hand on flesh. He knew exactly what Victor was doing, but he wasn't able to move to protest.

"Sir...please...don't do this..." was the only thing Adam managed to say when he felt the older man's body shifting and felt a hand parting his ass cheeks.

The singer closed his eyes and tried to relax. Without any preparation, he knew it was going to hurt. He hadn't been fucked for years now, he was always the one who tops. When he felt the head of Victor's cock pressing on his entrance, he tensed. But the older man didn't care; he slid all the way into Adam's tight hole with one hard trust.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," the singer screamed from the pain, tears running down his cheeks. It hurt like hell; it felt like he was torn apart. "Sir...please stop...please..." he begged, between two sobs of agony.

"You didn't want to obey; now you pay for it..." Victor hissed, grabbing at Adam's hair and pulling back. "Gosh, you feel really good...so fucking tight, for a slut like you," he added, thrusting harder and deeper.

The older man was biting and sucking on the younger man's neck and shoulders, claiming him, marking him. Adam was whining and crying in pain; he never felt something that painful before. He was sure he was going to die. Victor started to breathe unsteadily and lost the rhythm in his thrusting; Adam knew he was close. Finally, after a few more minutes of agony, Victor's body tense with a "oh fuck...yes..." and the singer could feel the spasms of the older man's cock inside of him, spurting his cum.

When Victor slid his dick out, Adam could feel a warm fluid leaking out of his hole. He knew it was probably cum mixed with his blood.

Neil was lying in the bed, half-asleep. He didn't really sleep since Adam was missing. He was exhausted, but he was just dozing off from time to time. He wasn't able to just let it go; he was afraid to miss any info or news about his brother. He was worried and scared; he couldn't stop himself from wondering what if...what if they can't find him...what if they find him but he's dead...what if he never sees him again? He was lost in his thoughts again when he heard his cell phone ringing.

"Hello," he answered, wondering who it could be so late in the night.

"Neil, it's Miller," the agent said. "I have some news for you."

"Really...what's going on?" Neil asked, worried.

"Well...One of my guys saw your brother earlier today," he said, calmly.

"My brother? What? How? Where?" the younger man asked, again.

"We sent him to investigate inside the place," the agent began. "We wanted to be sure Adam was there, and that we could prepare an operation to go inside without putting his life in danger."

"So, he's alive, right?"

"Yes, he is..."

"Is he ok?"

"Well...euh...yes, he's fine," agent Miller said, hesitating.

"What? What's going on? I know you are not telling me the truth, Miller," Neil demanded, angrily. If the FBI knew something about his brother, they had to tell him.

"Ok...Well, the guys there...they were...well, they were torturing him," the agent answered not sure how to explain what his teammate saw.

"Torturing him! What did they do to him?" Neil asked, leaning his head into the pillow.

"Neil, listen, it's not important...you have to," Miller began, before he was cut off by the younger man.

"MILLER, tell me!" Neil snapped, impatiently.

"Fine...They were flogging him...his back was dark red from the beating," the agent explained, unwillingly. "He couldn't defend himself...he was chained...he was in pain, Neil..."

"Oh my god...noooooo...Adam...nooooo," the young man said, tears running down his cheeks. "When are you going to get him out of there?" he asked after a silent minute.

"Tomorrow...the SWAT will be ready to intervene," Miller assured. "Don't worry, we'll get your brother out of there...I have to go. Can you tell the others about the info, please...but you don't have to say what my man saw..."

"Yea...thank you," Neil said, hanging up his phone.

He was so worried and desperate. How could someone want to hurt his brother? He was wondering how Adam was going to be; is he going to be fine? Now he was sure he couldn't sleep at all. So he decided to go find the others and tell them what he'd just learned, without the details, of course.

Adam was still on the cold floor, curled up into a ball. He was in pain, and he was shaking and sobbing. Victor sat on the bed, drinking his wine and glancing at the younger man.

"I'm...sorry...Sir..." the singer managed to say between sobs. He didn't know why he said that, why he was sorry, but he felt like it was the thing to say, and when he did it, he was feeling better for a reason he didn't know.

"Good boy," Victor said, smiling. At this moment, he knew he had broken Adam. It was always a big reward for him to break a slave. "Well, I think you understand your place as a slave now," he added, kneeling beside Adam and taking off his handcuffs. "Come on the bed with me, boy," he ordered, softly.

The singer tried to stand, but because of the pain and his weakness it was difficult. When Victor noticed it, he helped him to stand, and holding him by the waist, he lead him to the bed.

"Lay down and let me take a look at you, boy," the older man ordered again, calmly.

Adam obeyed and laid on his stomach; his back was too painful to do otherwise. He felt the bed shift beside him, hands stroking his back and ass cheeks lightly. After a minute or two, he felt a finger sliding down his crack and touching his entrance. When the finger pushed inside, he immediately tensed at the invasion.

"Shhhhh, it's alright boy," Victor whispered softly. "I just want to make sure I didn't break you too much. You're gonna be fine in a few days, if you're obedient, of course," he added, taking his finger out. "Now, I need to make sure you understand what is it to be a slave. Are you listening to me, boy?"

At the question, Adam turned his face to look at the older man and nodded. He was still sobbing and shaking lightly, but he was feeling more relaxed now.

"For now, one, what you want or desire it not important anymore," Victor began, sliding his hand in Adam's hair and stroking gently. "Your priority is to please your master, to make him happy. So, if he orders you to do something you don't like, it doesn't matter; you do it without thinking twice. If you're obedient and you're able to please him, a good master always takes good care of his slave. Your master would be there to protect you and take care of you; of course you have to deserve it by being a good boy. Do you understand what I'm saying, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," Adam answered. He didn't like the idea of being a slave; he had always been the "master" of his own decisions, of his own life. But, with what happened with Victor, Patrick and Frank in the last hours, he found out that it would be easier for him to always surrender and submit.

"Good boy," Victor whispered to him. "Come with me now, I'll bring you back to your room," he added, helping Adam to stand. He held him around the waist and lead him to his cold and empty room.

When they entered the room, the older man helped the singer to sit down on the floor. Adam tensed as soon as his ass touched the floor; it was so damn cold. But, he didn't really care, he just wanted to lie down and sleep for days or weeks if it was possible.

"I'll be back in a minute, boy," Victor announced, getting out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Adam curled up in a ball and held his knees to his torso. He was still in pain; he didn't know what to do to make it stop. At least, he was not bleeding anymore, so Victor was probably right; his injury was not too serious. A few minutes later, the older man came back. He was caring a tray with a bowl of chicken broth, a small piece of bread and a bottle of water.

"There, eat and drink, boy," Victor ordered, putting down the tray on the floor in front of Adam. "It'll help you regain some strength," he added, heading back to the door and closing it behind him.

Adam sat down holding his belly; it was burning inside. He didn't feel like he was hungry but he knew he had to eat something. So he took the bowl and took a sip of the liquid; he was disappointed, it was cold. He ate the bread, drank half the water and swallowed all the chicken broth. After a few minutes, he laid down; he was feeling so sleepy and his body started to feel numb. He fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, not feeling the coldness and the pain anymore.

Neil, his parents and Adam's friends were at the restaurant of the lobby. It was quiet and there were not a lot of customers around. They had decided to have breakfast all together, instead of having room service in their separate room. In the middle of the night, Neil had woken up his parents and Lane to tell them about Miller's news. Everyone was glad to hear that Adam was still alive and that they had a good chance to see him soon. When they were almost done with their breakfast and were sipping their last cup of coffee, Neil's cell phone rang.

"Hello," he said, noticing there was no caller ID.

"Neil, it's Miller," the agent said. "I'm sorry, but I have bad news..."

"What is it? Is Adam alright? Neil asked, standing up suddenly.

"We got into the building about an hour ago. We looked everywhere," Miller began, with a surprisingly devastated voice. "Adam's gone, his buyer came early this morning and took him away, I'm sorry," he added, sighing.

"NO, no, no...you said he was there and that you would find him today..." Neil snapped, angrily. "He can't be gone, he can't be...tell me you are going to find him..." he added, begging.

"I promise we'll do everything we can to find him," the agent promised. "My men are questioning the owner of the farm. I'm sure we'll find out names and addresses and credit card numbers...We'll find him..."

At this sentence, Neil hung up and sat down on his chair. Everyone around the table was looking at him, worried.

"It's Adam..."he managed to say, in shock. "He had been sold." He lowered his head and could feel tears filling his eyes.

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