Captive

Chapter 13

The car drops Sergey off at the hotel and he goes up to his room. One thing crossed his mind: they had placed a bug or surveillance camera in the room at night. He packs his bags, and calls room service to take his bags downstairs. Then go to the counter and close his account. He asks for a cab, and after putting everything in the trunk of the car, he gets in the cab and asks to be dropped off at the airport. With his bags on an airport trolley, he leaves for the arrivals and takes a new cab that is waiting for passengers and gives the name of a hotel very far from the hotel where he stayed. Once there, the bags are carried by a bellboy, and at the counter, he asks for the best room in the hotel. The receptionist gave him the access card to the presidential suite. He leaves a big tip with the receptionist and asks not to give information if anyone asks if he was there. Although she responds that it was the hotel's policy to never give out information, he tells the woman that the tip would be bigger when he left, if he was never disturbed. She grabs the money with a big smile and tells him to rest easy.

He goes up to the room, gives the bellboy a tip, and locks the door. He takes off the clothes he was wearing and puts them in a plastic bag to throw away. Get in the shower and scrub himself as if he were full of venom. Then he gets out of the water, puts a towel around his waist and looks in the mirror. 2 seconds was all it took for him to grab the toilet and vomit the bile that had settled in his stomach. He drops to the ground and trembles from head to toe. He wanted to think that these were symptoms of the injection he had received, but that was not true. He had to wonder what he was going to do. It was sick of anticipation.

- Duke, I miss you more than ever.

He gets up, brushes his teeth and gargles with an elixir. Leave the room and look at the clock. It was lunch time. He wasn't hungry, but he needed to eat. He could not afford to become weak physically or emotionally.

He picks up the phone and asks for lunch to be brought to his room. Rare steak, fries, salad, a bottle of white wine and some fruit. Nothing fancy, but the hotel was ready to make it and take it to his room.

While he waits, he puts on some pants and a sweater, and puts on some slippers. Clothes to wear around the house, for any rich person.

Lunch takes 20 minutes to arrive, and he orders it to be left there. He gratifies the employee and closes the door, taking the car with the food to the window.

He sits and eats right on top of the car. Each bite was like putting a broken glass in his stomach, but he didn't stop eating until it was all gone. In the end, he pours himself a glass of wine and washes the taste of the food down his throat.

He holds the bottle, and puts it on the table. Push the car out of the room and leave it at the door. He locks the door again and goes for the bottle. He refills the glass and sits on the bed, sipping.

He reaches into his wallet and takes out his new cards. He looks at them, puts the black card on the bed and picks up the phone. He dials the phone number on the red card, and lets iy ring for a while, until a female voice answers.

"Name?"

asks the woman at the other end of the line.

- Sergey Petrov.

He hears the woman writing his name on a computer.

"Number?"

- Sorry? What number?

“On your key card.” – says the voice, visibly impatient.

Sergey sets down the glass and picks up the black card. The card only had one moon. When he looked more closely he saw that inside the moon, there was a very small number.

- 3012.

“Welcome to Paradise, Mr. Sergey. What day and time were you interested in?”

- As soon as possible.

Again, the sound of the keyboard reaches Sergey's ears.

“We have a vacancy for tomorrow at 2 pm. Are you interested?”

How horrible. It looked like he was making a dentist appointment.

- Perfect.

“What is your current location?”

- I'm in a hotel.

“I mean the state”

- Ih sorry. I'm in New York.

She goes back to playing the keyboard and then says:

- Be tomorrow at 10 am, sharp, at the entrance to Grand Central Station.

She immediately hangs up the phone.

- Ready. Let them eat the games.

Adam was on all fours on the floor, and the younger man was behind him. The old man's eyes were fixed on those of the men in front of him. The younger man slowly lifts the dress until it is all the way up, all the way to Adam's back. Then he started to caress his legs and buttocks, running his fingers under the waistband of the underwear he was wearing.

He reaches into the narrow piece of fabric that constituted the thong, and moves it away from Adam's opening, running his finger across the crack between his buttocks.

The old man with the haggard look drools as he keeps his mouth open like a dog chasing a b***h in heat.

The younger man grabs the waistband of Adam's underwear and slowly takes them off, until they are at knee level. Then he spreads Adam's buttocks apart and starts licking his entrance, like a hungry man.

- Moans. – orders the old man.

Adam started making sounds like he was having a lot of fun.

The younger man's tongue continued to run all over the slit, and around his ring. When the entire area of ​​Adam's entrance is wet, he presses on Adam's rim with his thumb, not going inside him, but forcing the rim to widen.

Adam closes his eyes, preparing himself for another penetration he didn't want.

- Stop teasing him and f**k him already. – the old man says.

- Yes, grandfather. – responds the younger man, taking his c**k out of his pants, wrapping it in a condom and forcing entry, without any lubrication.

Once again, pain courses through Adam's body.

- Good. Good. Now, you make “her” look at me like she wants to suck me.

- Did you hear my grandfather, b***h?

Adam knew how to pretend, but pretending to want to suck that man while the pain ran through his body was something he wasn't able to act out at that moment. Perhaps his body was still fragile from the fever. Therefore, he looked at the old man, but in his face, only pain was seen.

- Bring that b***h to me. – the octogenarian said.

The younger man comes out of Adam, with his c**k very erect, and holds Adam's hair, forcing him to crawl, until his face is on the old man's knees.

- Continue what you were doing.

- Yes grandfather.

The supposed grandson doesn't hesitate and penetrates Adam again, in one fell swoop.

Adam lets out a groan of pain, and the old man hits him hard in the face, splitting his lip.

The greater Adam's pain, the greater pleasure the old man felt. He takes his dead c**k out, and starts slapping Adam with it.

It was in these situations that Adam was grateful that he could no longer feel any humiliation. When he lost hope, he lost all sense of pride. He was a simple object for the pleasure of others. He was an inanimate doll. The only thing was, the doll breathed.

The younger man moved in and out of Adam without worrying about the pain he caused. Adam's job was to give pleasure. He was not worthy of receiving pleasure. Between the younger man's thrusts, which forced him to rock forward, and the old man's soft c**k that he forced into his mouth, Adam turned off his brain and gave up his body, trying to save what little of his soul he had left. .

At the exact time, Sergey was at the appointed place. His heart was almost jumping out of his mouth with so much excitement. Would he be able to identify anything? an odor? A Color? A landscape? Probably not on the first visit or subsequent visits.

A Jeep stops in front of him, and the window opens. From inside only one voice:

-Came in!

Sergey gets into the jeep and is blindfolded.

- Sorry sir. This is for the safety of Paradise and for your safety, because if you feel tempted to say that you were there, you will never come here again, but if you knew where we are, you would probably die in less than 5 minutes. Why take risks? True?

– one of the men says, laughing.

Sergey doesn't open his mouth. He tries to capture sounds from places he passes. The jeep passes near water to his left, then turns right. The Jeep had probably been going for an hour, and he realized that they weren't going far. The jeep turns 4 times to the right. When the car turned right for the eighth time, Sergey was sure. They were pretending to walk a long distance, but they kept going around. Every 4 times they turned right, they returned to the same place. When they turn right 8 times, it's like going round and round. After almost 2 hours of travel, the jeep had already turned consecutively to the right 16 times, but now they had turned left. They walked another hour of path, this time, a path towards some. The trip lasted 1 hour, but they pretended it lasted 3.

The jeep enters what looked like a tunnel, and stops. They were underground. The men accompanying Sergey removed his blindfold, and a man, dressed as a butler, opened the car door for him, saying:

- Mr Petrov, welcome to Paradise.