Boy for Sale

by Icaro Trindade

  Eric came closer to where I was and splashed water at my face. I laughed and took revenge wetting his face as well. He made a face, as if he was about to do something nasty, so I started running back to the beach. He was much faster, though.

  When he got me, he held me tight and took me in his arms, carrying me back to the water, just to let me fall close to him in the sea. I almost drowned, gulping loads of water, but when I managed to get back up, I just laughed at his childish act. Paulo was enjoying watching us.

  We spent a good time there, having fun, until Paulo joined us and we kept on playing with each other. Once I was the smaller, I was the easiest target to defeat. We looked like three kids. Well, unless when Paulo was running his hands over my body in places where he wasn’t allowed. I didn’t want to picture how would Eric react if he caught him touching my ass or my penis over the trunks.

  When we tired out, we left the water together, back to the place where we had left our belongings. We sat down over the long towel and took a rest, watching that immensity of water in front of our eyes. I was sitting between them.

  Looking at my surroundings, I realized that I had never thought the planet could be so naturally beautiful. I wouldn't mind exchanging all those greyish buildings of Alendor for a beach without thinking twice. People seemed to be even happy in Sarnaut. It should be the hot weather.

  “Wow! That was really good. It had been a while since I had that much fun,” Eric said, looking at me. He was smiling happily.

  Only then I realized that, during those moments of fun, I had forgotten about everything. I had simply erased all the lies and the pain.

  I smiled at Eric in order to avoid my tears from coming. I had no words to measure how much I wanted to spend more moments like that with Eric, to be able to live the rest of my life with him in Alendor. I just loved him so much that I was afraid of my own feelings. How could I endure being away from him when I finally managed to escape?

  “Be strong, Ianto! Be strong!”

  That was what I was repeating inside my head in order to keep the fake smile in my face and avoid my tears from falling.

  I couldn’t allow myself to live a lie, pretending that everything was fine when I knew it wasn’t. I didn’t want to love someone who was manipulating me and lying to me so coldly. Maybe he had always seen me just as an object. I wouldn’t let him use me until he got tired of me, just to throw me away and find a younger and more interesting toy.

  “There’s something ringing,” Paulo alerted us, pulling me from my thoughts. We looked at our clothes behind us.

  Eric picked up his shorts and searched for his cellphone. I realized that it wasn’t the one with the chip that could control me. Where could he be keeping it? If I found it, maybe I could find where the damned thing had been hidden inside me.

  “Hello?” Eric took the call. “Yes, I’m with him at the beach, but we are already going back to the hotel,” he waited for a moment. “Fine, see you later, then,” he said, turning it off.

  “What happened?” Paulo asked.

  “Mr. Lauzon wants to have lunch with me.”

  “Just you?” Paulo asked, sound a bit suspicious.

  “Yeah. He said he wants to have an informal chat. To get to know me better, considering he only negotiated with you, with no direct contact with me whatsoever.”

  “Try not to ruin our deal,” Paulo said, warily.

  “Very funny.”

  They both stood up, so I did the same. I didn’t want to return to the hotel so soon, but I was aware that, for them, it was a business trip more than any other thing. As soon as we finished getting dressed, we walked back to the hotel.

  When we got to our floor, Eric asked Paulo if they could talk before he got inside his bedroom. They moved away a bit and started whispering, which really upset me. The thing I hated the most was to be kept out of something.

  When they finished their talk, Eric and I got to our bedroom and Paulo inside his.

  “I will take a quick shower, get dressed and then go meet Mr. Lauzon. Will you be fine on your own?” asked Eric.

  “Of course.”

  “I asked Paulo to take you out for lunch. I know you want to get to know Sarnaut better. I won’t allow you to eat alone in this bedroom, as soon as I leave you'd better get dressed,” he said and I just nodded as an answer.

  Eric undressed and got into the shower.

  I laid down on the bed, trying to put my thoughts in order. I wasn’t sure if having lunch with Paulo alone was a good idea, considering the way he had been looking at me and how he had touched me at the beach. I first had thought he only wanted to be my friend, but since we started that trip he started acting as if he was looking for more.

  A few minutes later, Eric left the bathroom covered by a white towel. He searched for his suit until he managed to find it. Luckily, it hasn’t got wrinkled.

  When he let the towel fall, I didn’t move my eyes away from his perfect body, which caused me a new erection. It had been just a few hours since we had made sex and, even then, it was inevitable not to feel excited by him. If he was just the way he had been trying to convince myself he was, he would have been better than a Prince Charming.

  As soon as he finally got dressed in his expensive suit, he faced me seriously.

  “I didn’t want to stay away from you, but I really need to,” he said.

  “I understand. Don’t worry about it.”

  He came closer and pulled my arm so I could stand on my feet. He enveloped me in his arms, hugging me.

  “I love you, Ianto!”

  “I love you too,” I felt my voice shaking while I said so, even though it was true. Maybe that was the reason why. I didn’t want to love him anymore.

  Eric gave me his perfect smile and his face came closer before he gave me a delicious kiss. We kissed for several minutes. Our tongues seemed to be drawned to each other and it was hard for us to move away. However, at some point, we just had to stop, so that he wouldn’t let his client waiting.

  “Call me if you need me. I will have my cellphone on,” Eric said, going to the bedside table where he took a pen and a paper and wrote down his number. I placed it inside my pocket.

  “Thank you and good luck!”

  He smiled once again and, then, he left, leaving me there alone. Only then, I allowed myself to cry all the tears I had been holding these days. Everything I was going through was so unfair!

  I stayed a few minutes there, crying non-stop, until I remembered that Paulo would soon come to pick me up for lunch. Thus, I took a bath so that I could get dressed and calm myself down.

  I washed away the tears from my face and the seawater from my body under the shower. Crying had done me good. I had too much inside and now I was already feeling strong enough to deal with Eric’s lies, which unfortunately I kept on hoping to be true.

  When I finished my bath and wrapped my body on a towel, I heard someone knocking at the door. It should be Paulo.

  In order not to keep him waiting, I opened the door. He looked at me with a smirk and I immediately regretted opening it using only a towel. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and tennis. At least I wouldn’t have to wear my suit to eat out with him.

  “It seems that I came right on time,” he remarked, getting inside the bedroom.

  I closed the door.

  “I’ll just get dressed and we may go.”

  “Fine,” Paulo said, sitting over the bed and staring at my body.

  I tried not to show him how bothered I was with that and went to my suitcase to pick my clothes.

  “Is everything alright with you, Ianto?” he asked me while I was searching for my things.

  “Sure! Why?” I questioned, finding it odd.

  “You don’t seem to be fine. You look distant, as if something is bothering you.”

  “Nothing is bothering me. Seriously!” I said promptly.

  “Fine, if you say so. I just want you to know that, if there’s anything, you can tell me. Anythin
g at all. I promise not to tell Eric. I take people’s trust very seriously.”

  “Thank you,” was all I managed to say, picking up the clothes I was going to wear. “Everything is fine, though. I’m gonna get changed in the bathroom and I’ll be right back.”

  “Wait!” he stood up, holding me by the arm.

  “What?” I asked him, nervously.

  “I don’t want you to get in there.”

  “Why?”

  “Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed. I want you, Ianto. Just like this... naked,” Paulo confessed, caressing my arm while looking me in the eyes.

  “Stop it, Paulo! You know I belong to Eric. I don’t want to get into any more trouble.”

  “So, there is indeed something troubling you…”

  “That’s not what I said. We just can’t and you know this. I love him!” I said, pulling my arm away.

  “How far will you allow this situation to keep on going? Eric keeps you locked inside a bedroom every day. He doesn’t even allow you to go to the penthouse without his presence and you worships such a man! This isn’t normal, Ianto!”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Well... As you must have noticed, I’m not the most calm person in the world. I’m a bit hyperactive, so, there's a psychologist that I see frequently. In one of our conversations, I mentioned something similar to what you and Eric are living. Of course I didn’t tell her about you, I told her it was about a book I was reading. She told me that no one in his perfect mind would fall in love with someone who keeps him locked and treats him as a property.”

  “It happened, though,” I said, completely annoyed by that talk.

  “I’m not finished yet. She said there is a psychological disorder called Stockholm Syndrome that usually happens to kidnapping victims. It’s like a defense mechanism, so they won’t freak out. Therefore, instead of hating their kidnappers, as it would be the most logical reaction, they create emotional bonds with them.”

  “That’s nothing to do with how I feel,” I yelled. “I have my reasons for loving Eric.”

  “No, you don’t, Ianto. What you two have are situations that help the syndrome to start. When a kidnapper starts to act kindly to his victims and stops attacking them, they start believing they are living something good. That he is protecting them from the outside world and from the police. Besides, it happens too fast. Tell me it has no resemblance with what you have been through!”

  I stayed silent, not knowing what to answer. Lucy also had said it wasn’t normal for me to fall in love with Eric and a lot of what Paulo had said made great sense. Maybe I was suffering from that, but what I felt was so intense and strong that I had serious doubts about it. I was sure it could only be true love and not something out of a Syndrome.

  “I’ll get changed,” I said, turning around to end up the subject. Paulo, however, once again prevented me from going, holding me in place.

  “Give me a chance, Ianto!” he asked me and I looked at him again. He seemed to be serious about that.

  “I’ve told you I can’t. I’m sorry.

  “Yes, you can. Let me show you that you can fall in love with me too!” Paulo begged.

  “It wouldn’t be right.”

  “And is Eric acting right with you?” he asked me.

  I felt the urge to say that definitely he wasn’t, that he has been hurting me more and more each day, but I couldn’t also tell those things to him.

  “We are fine,” I lied.

  “That is weird, considering the way he had become intimate with the new assistant.”

  “What?”

  “He hasn’t told you, right?” he asked and I denied with my head. “A few days after he bought you, we hired a new assistant for him. His work is the same of a secretary, but, in this case, he is a young boy, a bit older than you, and he is clearly interested in Eric.”

  “That is normal, Eric is a very handsome man,” I said, trying not to be jealous, but failing miserably.

  “I agree. They are very close, nonetheless. I’ve never seen Eric become so intimate with an employee like that. Besides, I believe the reason why he didn’t want to bring you to this trip at first was because he was planning to bring him. Remember that he only agreed because I convinced him. You had to see how said the boy was when he knew he wouldn’t come. I caught him crying in the bathroom. I didn’t say anything, but it was clear that there’s something going on between them.”

  “Maybe it’s just your imagination.”

  “Maybe it is, but did he tell you that yesterday, before we travel, he took the kid out for lunch?” Paulo asked me.

  “No,” I said, feeling the rage boiling inside of me. Eric had kept me locked in the bedroom without lunch, telling me he had things to settle.

  “Give me a chance, Ianto! I promise to be more affectionate and honest with you than he is. Let me show you that you can love me just the way I love you already. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t accept that Eric took you away from me,” Paulo said, coming closer. His huge arms enveloped me and he hugged me, pulling me against his body.

  “Please?” he begged, with puppy eyes.

  I felt his breath against my face and his eyes on mine. I didn’t know what to say and, not waiting for an answer he lowered his head and covered my lips with his.

  Startled, I pushed him and moved away from his body.

  “I’ll be right back,” I said, running to the bathroom and locking it behind me.

  I stared at my reflection at the mirror.

  I was gasping and feeling nervous. My life was getting more complicated by the minute, but maybe he was right. Eric hadn’t been acting right with me. Why should I bother being fair to him?

  I wanted to get back at Eric. To cause him all the suffering he had been causing me. So, if he was seeing someone else, it just showed he was also lying about loving me. I had to detach myself from him emotionally as fast as I could. I had to erase from my mind the idea that I belonged to Eric, for, in fact, I belonged to no one but myself alone. That meant I could decide who would touch my body or not.

  Then, I looked at the mirror for a moment longer, calming myself down before going back to the bedroom, where Paulo was waiting for me anxiously.

  I looked into his eyes in silence, just like him, who seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I didn’t know exactly how to voice it, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do at that very moment. Thus, I just pulled the tip of the towel around my waist and let it fall slowly on the floor.

  Chapter 16

  “Are you sure about this?” Paulo asked while admiring my naked body.

  “Yes, I am. I have to do this,” I answered and he started approaching slowly.

  When he got closer enough that I could feel his body, he started to caress my arm tenderly with his hand, looking into my eyes. That made me shiver all over.

  “You are gorgeous,” said Paulo.

  “You too,” I replied to his compliment with the unquestionable truth. He was as handsome as Eric was.

  Paulo bowed and started kissing my neck. I moaned when I felt his warm breath and his lips against my skin. An erection grew between my legs right away. I noticed a smile forming on his lips when he felt it touching his leg.

  Slowly, he started to move down towards my chest. At each touch of his lips against my skin, a moan came out of my mouth. When he finally got close to my belly, Paulo kneeled in front of me and kissed every inch there, ignoring my penis on purpose. He wanted to drive me crazy.

  When he got closer to my crotch, he slid his hot wet tongue all the way to my left thigh. I moaned loud. At the same time that I wanted to invade his mouth with my cock, I wanted to know how he would proceed with that physical torture.

  When he stopped kissing both of my thighs, he gave them a few slaps in a sign for me to open my legs, getting between them to reach even lower.

  He looked at me with a malicious expression. With his face between my legs, he took both my balls into his mouth an
d started playing with them using his tongue, making me delirious. I moaned and my body contorted intensely and that seemed to please him. Paulo didn’t take his eyes from me for a single moment, in order to capture every one of my reactions.

  “Are you enjoying?” he asked and soon got back to suck on my balls. My dick, which was already pointing up, pulsed, begging to feel Paulo’s hot mouth around it.

  “Y-yes,” I answered among moans.

  “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked me.

  “Yes, please,” I answered. He gave me a naughty smile.

  “So, you will have to give me something that I want first.”

  “And what is it that you want?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  “This!” He said, this time moving further down and taking his tongue to my hole.

  My legs quivered with the hot wet touch of his tongue making circular moves around my anus.

  “What do you say? May I?”

  “Definitely, yes,” I said promptly. I was completely excited and I wanted Paulo inside me as soon as possible.

  “So give me your best blow job, for I like to fuck only after a good suck,” he said, moving away and standing up.

  As soon as I faced his crotch, I was surprised by its size. It seemed like his jeans was almost tearing apart with a plea to free his penis.

  I kneeled down in front of him, opening the button and the zipper to release his member, which jumped out completely rigid. Paulo was wearing no underwear. His crotch was completely hairless and his penis was as long as Eric’s was, but thicker and scary. The thick veins called my attention, contrasting against his fair skin and red glans. It was going to hurt, a lot, but that only turned the experience more exciting.

  Paulo smiled satisfied with my expression, but since I was eager to taste him, I held it with both hands and started licking the head of his dick, making him moan. I could taste the salty taste of his pre-ejaculation liquid. When I was satisfied with that part, I started to engulf the rest of it as much as I could. I hated not being able to have it all inside my mouth, as it happened with Eric, but I would enjoy the most of the part that I could.