Boy for Sale
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“Calm down, little Ianto. We’re just getting started,” he said, placing the device over my right nipple.
Once again, I writhed when I felt the shock. My heart was beating out of control and I was crying non-stop. Paulo, though, was enjoying to see me in that desperate state and entirely powerless.
He kissed my chest and started moving his mouth down towards my crotch. The despair had already taken hold of me. When he finally managed to get where he wanted and positioned the device over my penis, I tried at all costs to move away so he wouldn’t reach it, but he just held my legs between his, immobilizing me.
“This will be delicious. Enjoy it!” he said, pressing the button with the device over my penis’ glans, which was flat due to my despair.
If it wasn’t for that damned gag, I would have cried loud. Instantly, I felt a horrible pain and, later, I felt a very uncomfortable sensation. All my body was shivering and I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.
After slapping my thigh with strength, he gave another shock over my dick’s head and I writhed on the bed, while he watched my dick as if waiting for it to become hard with those painful stimuli.
After the third attempt, Paulo bent in front of my penis and started sucking it, engulfing it entirely. The situation couldn’t be worse, he was abusing me sexually and he wanted me to get excited about something like that.
“It’s not funny if it’s soft,” he said, trying to provoke an erection.
After a few minutes, when he realized it wouldn’t work, that what he was doing to me wouldn’t excite me, he placed himself between my legs and raised my hips.
“Well, once you can’t get hard, I’ll go straight to the point, for I can’t get late. I really need to see in which state Eric will arrive at work today,” he said, placing his penis in my entrance.
Once again, I tried to move away, but he was holding my legs with force. I felt a twinge of pain when he tried to push his penis inside of me and his gland entered. My anus contracted so hard that he wouldn’t manage to enter me, so tight it was. It was an unbearable pain and burn.
“Relax, Ianto, that way, I won’t be able to fuck you,” he said, taking a bottle of lube from the box.
Paulo spread the lube over his dick and a bit inside me.
“Now, there’s no way I won’t get in,” he said, placing his dick at my entrance again.
I was shivering and crying non-stop, completely revolted with what he was doing to me. However, he didn’t seem bothered about it and just pushed his whole penis inside of me quite forcibly, causing me an almost unbearable pain. However, he made a point to ignore it in favor of fucking me with powerful thrusts.
At each swing of his dick inside of me, I felt as if I was been torn. It was burning a lot, but he was moving faster and faster while looking into my eyes with that annoying smile on his face. How could anyone feel so much pleasure from causing emotional and physical pain on someone?
Paulo fucked me for what felt like hours, not stopping nor slowing down the rhythm. I was so desperate for this to end, that I couldn’t relax or feel any pleasure in any moment, which resulted in a constant pain.
When finally Paulo seemed close to come, he increased the rhythm even more, while slapping my chest, which got red and stinging. He moaned loud and, then, he ejaculated inside of me. After keeping still for a few seconds, he finally took off his penis and stood up.
“I’m so tired,” he said, stretching his limbs. “But this was very good. We can do it again tonight,” he said, taking off my gag.
“You are disgusting,” I yelled and spit at his face, making he stare at me with rage.
“You shouldn’t have done it,” he remarked, cleaning my saliva.
“You are the one who shouldn’t have done this to me,” I said, in tears. “I’m not an object! You are a monster!”
“Maybe I am. However, you are mine now, Ianto. That means I can do whatever I want with you. Then, just try and enjoy it, for I won’t stop satisfying myself with you just because you don’t feel like it.”
“This is rape!” I yelled, making him laugh.
“Whatever it is, it’s no use to yell or ask for help. This apartment walls are quite thick and, if I remember it well, you can’t ask the police for help. Therefore, just accept that this is your new routine,” he stared at me with that cynical smile on his face. “Anyway, I have to go to work. Now I have a little boy at home to feed,” he said, giving a few pats on my face.
“Let me go!” I asked him and he laughed.
“I would if you had considered before saying such terrible things,” he explained, leaving the bedroom.
“I hate you!” I shouted with all my strength. Paulo didn’t seemed bothered, though.
I heard him getting dressed and leaving the apartment soon after. He had really let me tied to the bed as a punishment.
All my body was hurting and burning for the way he had used me. All I could do was crying and yelling the whole morning, stuck to that bed, revolted and humiliated by the situation he had subjected me.
I waited for several agonizing hours and, even then, I wasn’t sure if I wanted Paulo to come back. When I saw him getting through that door with a smile, wearing his suit and carrying his briefcase, I felt my heart accelerating in fear.
“Guess what?” he asked, completely joyful.
“What?” I asked, apprehensive.
“Take a guess.”
“I don’t know, Paulo! Tell me at once.”
“Spoilsport!” he complained, pouting and opening his briefcase. From inside it, he took off the cellphone that controlled my chip and my fake documents. “I’m now your official owner. You had to see Eric’s face, he was heartbroken and being rude to everyone. He even made his deluded secretary cry, but, in the end, we both know that soon Eric will find some comfort by fucking the newcomer’s ass. I will worry about getting rid of him later. For now, I’m going to celebrate this victory.
“Victory?” I asked, laughing out of nervousness.
“Of course, little Ianto. It wasn’t that easy to take you away from Eric and I even transferred the amount he paid for you. He didn’t asked me to, but I wanted to be fair about that. After all, a million is a lot of money, even for people like us,” Paulo answered, coming to sit beside me. “Not to mention all the nuisance of having to explain to Laurel that I am your new owner. I don’t know if Eric told you about that, but we need to keep them informed about every move you make. For example, when we traveled, he had to warn them about that. After all, they keep track of you 24 hours a day and, if they suspect anything, even without any complaint from us, they might act. Therefore, they were completely paranoid of you having moved a block away from the default location Eric informed you would be. Thanks to this, though,” he showed me the device, “I’m your new owner. Since it’s not a legal business, we can’t sign any contracts. However, this little device here is enough.”
“Eric gave it to you that easily?” I asked, uncomfortable to see Paulo holding the silver cellphone.
“Actually, he threw it over my table, aggressively. I think it will take a good while for him to get back to act normally around me, but he has already made it clear that he doesn’t want to hear about you ever again. That he had agreed to sell you in respect for our love, but that he didn’t want to know about our relationship because he wouldn’t stand to suffer anymore. A pity, though, for I could have spent some time talking about how amazing our sex was and all that. I am satisfied for now, nevertheless. One step at a time, right?”
I remained quiet for a while, not knowing what to say. Paulo was admiring the device in his hands.
“It’s so amazing to have in hands something that defines and controls someone’s life. This excited me,” he said, licking the silver device and staring at me afterwards.
“Would you untie me?” I asked, trying to sound composed, but fearing that he would want to make sex to me once again. I had to play by his rules if I wanted to have a chance to esc
ape.
“It depends. Have you learned your lesson? Will you stop saying cruel things to me?”
“Yes, I promise to never say anything like that ever again. I will do whatever you want, but, please, untie me, Paulo,” I begged him.
“Fine, I’ll untie you. Anyway, you need a good bath before I use you again. You are stinking,” Paulo pointed out, standing up.
He locked the device and the documents in his briefcase and started to untie the ropes around my hands.
“I don’t have to warn you not to do anything silly, do I? Your eye is completely purple due to Eric’s punch, but I won’t be as gentle with you if you try to do anything stupid. Don’t play the vindictive idiot with me and try to kill me, for, if you leave this apartment and they can't contact me, you die with me,” he threatened me and I nodded in agreement. Knowing that the organization that had sold me was tracking me all the time made the idea of escaping ever harder to accomplish.
When I was finally untied, I felt a certain relief in being able to move my limbs. I wanted to jump on Paulo and punch him hard, but I held myself because this would only make things worse and more painful.
“May I use the bathroom?” I asked.
“Yes. I will be making our lunch, so I will lock the door while you take a bath,” Paulo answered, standing up. “I’m taking this with me; I don’t want you to throw away my toys,” he pointed out, taking his box and placing it under his arm, together with his briefcase. “I’m very excited to have you here, dear Ianto. I've always felt so lonely,” he said, looking at me before leaving, closing the door.
As soon as I heard the sound of the key turning on the doorknob, I ran to the bathroom. I kneeled in front of the toilet and threw up. What I was facing was much worse than I thought it would be. I stayed there for a while; until I felt myself strong enough to stand up and get into the shower where I let the water to take away all the dirt drain down. For the first time in my life, I was feeling disgusted by my own body.
My hatred for Paulo was so huge that stabbing him didn’t seem to be such a bad idea, if it wasn’t the fact that I wouldn’t be able to leave that place without the agency noticed it.
When I left the shower, I cleaned the blurry mirror and looked at my reflex. I looked horrible. My eye was puffy and purple due to Eric's punch.
Now, there was no other option: I needed to be strong and intelligent to take myself out of that situation. Running away would be much harder than I had first imagined, but I wouldn’t give up on my life or my freedom that easily.
Chapter 21
My days living with Paulo passed by slowly. Nonetheless, at least three weeks passed since he had taken me there.
All through that time, he kept me locked in the bedroom, which could be wider and more comfortable than the one I had when I was with Eric, but never made me feel any safer. Simply because, anytime he wanted, he could get inside and do whatever he wanted with me. I had no way to defend myself or preventing him from doing so.
There was a window, but he had covered it so I wouldn’t be able to see or contact anyone walking on the streets, so I started to have even less contact with the sunlight. My skin, which had always been fair, had become absurdly pale, even though there hasn’t been that long since we came from Sarnaut’s beach.
What really bothered me was that every day I was nothing more than a sex toy to Paulo. To him, giving him pleasure was my only purpose. Besides, he made a point to tie or immobilize me every time, since it was what excited him the most, together with the demand of calling him master, while he called me his slave. He had also installed some hoops on the ceiling, so he could tie the ropes he used to lift me from the ground with my body almost completely immobilized, before fucking me with all his will.
Whips and devices to cause me pain were also very frequent. My body was all covered in bruises or cuts resultant of his fetishes, but I was doing my best to obey his orders in order to minimize the brutality of those sexual acts and try to please him. After all, maybe I could use it to my benefit at some point.
Most of all, I tried to force myself to enjoy what he was doing, but I was rarely able to feel some pleasure with that; all I could feel was disgust and hatred towards Paulo. He could be handsome in the outside, but he was rot inside and I would never be able to desire him again as I did once.
At every new touch or humiliation coming from him, I felt the urge to make him pay for everything he had done to me increasing. However, I kept control of myself and remained silent not to worsen his aggressions. I could be smaller than him and not as smart, but I would still find a way to turn the table, no matter what I would have to do.
The only thing I could do when I was alone was watch TV, which only had half a dozen channels that Paulo has chosen personally, limited to cartoons or animal documentaries. He had also given me a book called Understanding the Stockholm syndrome, which made me furious at first. After running my eyes through its pages, though, I realized that many aspects of what I have lived with Eric were really similar to the symptoms and causes of that syndrome. That made me understand that no matter how intense my love for Eric was, I shouldn’t go back to him if I managed to escape.
I hadn’t seen him since I had been take there and Paulo always told me how he was depressed and always sported a sad face at work. Eric hasn’t forgiven him yet, but didn’t want to put an end to their friendship, believing that Paulo had taken me from him out of love. I missed him more and more each day I spent in that place.
I had considered several ways of running away, but all of them had an obstacle to invalidate the plan. The most difficult part was to know what to do after escaping; after all, the agency that sold me had total control of my location and I couldn’t go back to my family. Moreover, going after Eric was definitely out of question.
I tried at all cost to make Paulo tell me where the chip was, but it was useless. The only information I managed to take from him was that the chip wasn’t so technologically advanced for them to control me when and how they wanted. The chip, actually, was more like a small machine inside of me, able to send electrical shocks. It also possessed two containers: one, with a substance that could paralyze me in contact with my blood and, the other, was some kind of poison, which could kill me in less than two minutes. Of course, both could only be activated once. If the owners needed to replace the paralyzing substance or recharge it to send new shocks, they would have to pay 100 thousand dizus.
I was in bed, watching a cartoon and starving. It wasn’t rare for Paulo to make me skip a meal or two in order to have sex with me or to mind his own business in the outside world. Therefore, I never knew when he would come to have lunch with me. That day, however, he entered my bedroom with excitement.
“I’m home, dear,” he announced, stopping in front of me.
“Hi,” I greeted him with a smile. Being pleasant and make him believe I was enjoying to live with him had become my main goal those last couple of days. Since I managed lied looking into the eyes of the person I loved the most, I could also lie to the person I hated the most.
“I brought a present for you!” Paulo said and, only then, I noticed he was carrying a bag.
I sat on the bed, trying to seem excited, but I was afraid it would be a new toy for him to use on me. In the last days, he had said something about a chastity belt and I tried to discourage him with all my heart, saying that I wouldn’t want to wear something that would prevent me from having an erection.
“Open it!” he said, giving me the bag.
I looked into his eyes and then felt the inside of the bag until I touched a box. When I took it off, I realized it was the package of a very expensive perfume; one I knew quite well. Eric's perfume!
“Do you like it?” Paulo asked, smiling, while I was staring at the box in my hand. That was awful. I wanted to forget Eric and not to have his scent all over my body.
“Yes. This is Eric’s perfume, though,” I answered, showing him my annoyance.
“And w
hat’s the matter?”
“I didn’t want to remember the past. I want to focus solely in what we are living at the present.”
“I know, but I’d really appreciate if you could use it,” he observed, caressing my face with his fingers.
I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate in what should be done.
“Fine, then. I will use it. For you!” I said, fondling the hand over my face.
“Thank you,” said Paulo, pulling me to his body and enveloping me in a hug. “Now, put it on! I want to feel its scent,” he asked me and I nodded.
I moved away from his body and opened the package, leaving it over the bed. Then, I took the crystal bottle with its sky-blue liquid and sprayed it over my body. Paulo came to me and inhaled the scent, running his nose over my neck. He seemed pleased.
“Wonderful,” he said.
“Why did you chose that scent?”
“Because, that way, I will feel myself more attached to him,” Paulo answered, pushing me over the bed, where I fell.
Then, he took off his shirt and climbed over me. Only then, I understood that one of the reasons he had chosen me as his instrument of revenge was because I had been with Eric. I had made love with Eric and, in a way, this made Paulo feel connected to him whenever he touched me. The perfume was just a way to intensify this feeling.
It was inevitable not to remember the moment Eric made something similar to me, using me to remind him of a lost love. That, together with the scent of the woody perfume that was all around the bedroom, made me want to cry non-stop. I was going to smile and pretend that everything was fine; and, this time, in the proper way. I had already made enough mistakes.
I had to do the impossible to make Paulo trust and believe in me blindly. Then, I would betray him, just as he had done to me and to Eric.
That afternoon, for the first time since I had arrived there, we had sex without any toys or ropes. There were only our naked bodies; therefore, I was able relax and enjoy a bit the pleasure his cock was able to provide me.