On the terrace, Alex sunbathed on his stomach naked as the day he was born and daydreaming of the wonderful sex the night before. It was after breakfast and Alex was too relaxed to bother with the beach.
...
The russian had presented his lover with a gift at breakfast. It would signal a change in their sexual relationship, as a natural submissive Sergei was sure the little poet would enjoy more role play, domination and control. In the beautiful git box were a custom made collar and cuffs. The note stated 'to my beloved Alex a gift and my apologies for the need of a distracting business trip and unavoidable enforced separation'. Sergei attached the items of softest calf leather and polished steel clasps to Alex's neck, wrists and ankles. Alex then unbidden knelt before Sergei, hands loose on his thighs and his head bowed. The russian felt himself hardening at the sight.
In their bedroom, Sergei chained his young lover, Alex standing with his arms above his head. Alex was reminded of his time in Yemen. Sergei then went to his special drawer and started Alex's initiation. He stroked Alex to full hardness and put on a cock ring. He prepared Alex and put in a butt plug. Sergei could take Alex whenever he wanted. Finally Alex was blindfolded. Ice, wax and gentle touches of feathers touched Alex. The torture escalated to a crop and a paddle. Finally Sergei caned Alex and then fucked him. Still no safeword. No begging for release. Sergei lay on the bed and watched as Alex took shallow breaths. His erection purple and straining. Sergei got up and walked around Alex. He took out the butt plug and pushed a vibrator into Alex and pressed it against the young man's prostate. Sergei stood back and watched as Alex jumped as much as his restraints would allow and moaned a long "Please."
"Please what?"
Alex stretched and strained against his cuffs and pleaded "Fuck me, Blow me, Let me come."
Sergei stroked himself hard again. He would do just that. He withdrew the vibrator and in one fast stroke filled his lover to the hilt and brutally fucked him. Alex half gasped and then screamed as he was fucked. Sergei pulled out and sprayed his come over the young man's back. The chains were taking Alex's full weight as he slumped forward. Sergei then knelt in front of Alex and ghosted a breath across the fully erect penis. He licked along the full length then kissed the precome on the end before swallowing the full length and began to suck. It was pure torture for Alex who was now begging. "Please let me come. Please." The tormentor took pity on the chained man and released of the cockring and Alex came and fainted with the onslaught of his orgasm.
...
The young man on the terrace not caring he was under the scrutiny of the guard walking quietly around the perimeter. The guard made note of the signs of abuse; purple bruises and angry red welts peppering the teenager's body.
Mark Penderyn was former SAS, and had worked as an agency security guard for over a year. Later that day, after his shift the ex-soldier went into Nice, he phoned Wolf to let him know that he had seen Cub.
"Lo' Wolf, How are you? I hear it was a bitch in Iraq." Wolf recognised the old member of L unit, injured in training and given a medical discharge.
"Same old, same old really. We were lucky again. Tiger proved himself under fire."
"Remember Cub." Mark asked to gauge Wolf's response.
"Yeah, I heard he was staying with Sergeant Dixon in February, why?" Wolf had only heard the rumours at base. Harry Dixon and the unit shrink had mentored the boy.
"He's my current employers little fuck toy" stated Penderyn bluntly.
"Who are you working for?" asked Wolf.
"Agency job, general security for a Sergei Rushkov."
"The arms dealer?"
"Yep."
"So why have you phoned?"
"I was there when Cub was at Hereford. He was a seriously messed up kid after Gregorovich finished with him. All I can say is he's getting the same treatment here."
"This Rushkov fellow is torturing him?"
"Looks like the bastard's a sadist. The kid was a mess today. If he'd been wearing clothes you would not have guessed a thing."
"He goes around naked?"
"They both do. Can't you get the Doc to get hold of Alex, sort him out? This just isn't healthy. The other guys here really like Alex but he seems a bit lost, broken when you speak to him. I don't think Cub even recognised me. He just moons over Rushkov all the time. He's completely in this guy's thrawl. If he was my kid I'd get him the fuck away from this sicko. He was your old team mate, do something." The ex-SAS man really his old team could do something, anything to sort Cub out.
"Cub would never accept help from me, even less from the Bank. Harry and Doc Pritchard were closest to him" moaned Wolf.
"Ask around Wolf. Please, the kid needs help. My contract ends tomorrow and I'm off to Germany. I can't intervene directly as it would cost me my job."
That night, Alex greeted his lover only wearing his gifts. He knelt by Sergei's chair as dinner was served. He wore his collar and cuffs and allowed his master to feed him.
Sergei let Alex ride his cock that night. Alex again wore a cock ring to withhold his orgasm. His hands tied behind his back. Alex waited until he was begging for release. "Please Master. I've been good. Let me come." Sergei loved the sound of Alex's scream as he came.
Sated, Alex lay spooning his lover when he said, "You're going somewhere I cannot come." The fact, Alex had not asked Maria any direct questions, but he had noted the change in rotas, the travel plans and the fact Sergei had been in meetings all day.
"I'm going to Iran." Sergei confessed.
"Ahh, what do they do to practicing homosexuals there?" asked Alex, already guessing the trip was was somewhere very unpleasant.
"A long slow painful death involving castration."
"I could pretend to be your personal body guard."
"Nice try Alex, but I'm afraid. I have to work."
"How long will you be gone?" Alex knowing it was a while.
"Two maybe three weeks."
Alex, sighed "I promised to do publicity for Edward. I'll be off god knows where with him for most of October. It'll be an eternity before I can see you again".
"So young and so impatient. You can stay here in the sun, relax, write verse and surf to your heart's content." joked Sergei.
Alex was in no mood for jokes, with the revelation he was being abandoned again. "I know an hour can be an eternity, it just depends what you're doing."
Alex stayed awake all night as his lover slept. He did not move as Sergei dressed and left without turning back. He listened to the noise of the departing party and the early morning quiet after the cars departed. The house would be almost empty, a couple of security guards left at most and the housekeeper. Alex then got up and looked at the beach. Surf was up.