by Viva Gold
“Dirty pig.” Tolya oinked a few times. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to whatever he had in store for me. I was certain he was going to kill me anyway, considering I had no clue where the money had gone. If I lied he’d suss me out straight away as there would be nothing to support the false information. In my mind’s eye, I pictured my beautiful Bastien, and let my thoughts drift away from the present back to when I had him in my arms.
A pressure against my hole jolted me back to reality with a crude awakening. For a horrific moment, I thought it was Tolya’s cock, but with an ironic amount of relief, I realised it was a plug or dildo. Tolya was not practised in the art of anal play and his prodding around was uncomfortable to say the least. I winced when he shoved whatever implement he’d procured, right into me hitting my gland with a shock to my system. I jerked as much as my position allowed. I couldn’t prevent from crying out in agony, both physical and emotional.
“That’s funny.” He chuckled. “Soon you will do this dance again.” I frowned at his words, confused at his meaning. Meanwhile, he busied himself attaching a cock ring to the base of my throbbing shaft. The cream was powerful and the effects intense. It was impossible to fight the physical reaction to it and I badly needed to come. I refused, however, to beg.
“You want confess now?” Tolya jammed the toy higher into my arse. I shook my head in protest.
“Nothing. To. Tell. You ignorant fuck.”
“Soon you will,” Tolya threatened. I could tell he was impatient for me to admit the facts and feared he’d soon get bored of my inability to enlighten him.
My legs ached so much, trussed up as I was. My arse was stuffed full of an unknown object and my cock was burning up something chronic. I was in an appallingly treacherous situation, terrified out of my wits, with no end to my torture in sight. Panic threatened to overwhelm me, but I knew if that happened I’d never survive. I had to fight with every fibre of my being to get back to those I loved. If Tolya killed me here in this place, at least I would die knowing I hadn’t gone willingly.
For the first time in a long time, I began to pray. I silently offered up repentance for my sins and the promise to do better, if God could see his way to helping me. I guess I must have been too much of a heathen because with the flick of a switch, my nightmare descended into a level of horror I could never have imagined.
The plug began to vibrate. Electricity shot through my arse and jolted my prostate with such force it made me sob. It took under two minutes for me to beg and plead with Tolya to make it stop. I was excessively hypersensitive from the cream; my engorged cock was dripping come from being milked by the vibrator. I felt like I would spontaneously combust from the pressure inside of me.
“Stop! Please. I…I…I’ll tell you…” I screamed at Tolya. He glared at me disbelievingly and with good reason. I was lying. I had no idea where the money went, but I was desperate. With blessed relief, the buzzing in my arse ceased. My gland was throbbing and my cock pulsed. I felt nauseous and my arms were killing me.
“Speak now.”
I took a deep breath. Bile immediately rose in my throat. I stank of piss and sweat. One of my slightly obsessive habits was showering at least twice a day, so to be the source of such pungent odours, repulsed me on so many levels. I grunted at my ridiculous concerns. Here I was, possibly moments from death, and I was worried I was smelly.
“I need to log on to a PC.” I was playing for time.
“Tell me how. I will do it.” Tolya clearly had more than two brain cells.
“I can’t think like this. Please let me down,” I whimpered. Tears sprang to my eyes and I felt weak and pathetic. Panic took root in my chest making it feel tight. I started to pant slightly.
“I am not a fool.” Tolya’s expression darkened. “Tell me, or I hurt you.”
His words triggered a wave of anxiety that had me gasping for breath. I’d never experienced a panic attack before, but I remembered how Bastien had been affected. My vision grew hazy and I felt dizzy and cold.
“Cccan’t breathe…” I panted.
Tolya crossed his beefy arms over his chest and stood with his feet apart just watching me. “Pass out, for all I care, but you will tell me where is money.” His lips grew tight, then he sneered. He ambled behind me; picked up the paddle and beat my arse; then he kicked out the back of my knees until I collapsed pulling heavily on the chains. I felt the muscles in my shoulders pull, and screamed in agony right before Tolya’s fist met my face, rendering me unconscious.
Mumbled voices, speaking a language I didn’t understand, woke me. The first realisation was that I was no longer hanging like a slab of meat from a hook in the ceiling. I was relieved until the rank stench of my own piss revealed I was lying in it on the stone floor. I was naked, cold and every part of my body ached. I clenched my hole and groaned miserably when I felt the plug. I automatically tried to reach for it, but my arms were bound tightly behind my back. I managed to shift enough to move my face away from the urine stained concrete, but in doing so drew Tolya’s attention.
“Welcome back, Tal.” His shoe covered foot jabbed at my left buttock. “I have laptop.”
Strong arms; not his, yanked me off the floor and dumped me unceremoniously on to a hard, wooden chair. I shouted in pain as the plug jolted inside of me. I glanced to my right to see a monolithic sized brute of a man grinning lewdly at me.
“This my friend, Slav,” Tolya told me. “He not gay, but he like to fuck anything with warm, wet, hole. Mouth, cunt, arse. He is not bothered.” I shuddered and quickly looked away. Tolya was powering up his laptop.
“Can I get some water, please,” I rasped. My voice was gravelly and hoarse from screaming. My throat felt raw.
“No,” Tolya replied. “Nothing for Jew Faggot thief.” He tapped away at a few keys while fury burned like acid in my empty stomach.
“I need a drink, or I won’t tell you anything,” I snarled at him. Tolya turned his head slowly to look at me. His expression had my balls crawling up into my body. I blanched at his slightest movement, hating myself for being so scared.
“You are braver than I thought. But stupid. You talk when you should be quiet and you shut up when you should talk.” He looked over at Slav and raised his eyebrows at him. “Hold head of idiot gay boy.” Slav’s hands grabbed my ears from behind. His hold was like a vice. “Open mouth and I give you drink.” Tolya’s hands fiddled at the fly of his suit pants as he released his cock. “Open. Mouth.”
I clamped my lips together as tightly as I could, but Slav pinched my nose until I had to open my mouth for air. At which point, Tolya pissed down my throat. I gagged and spat out as much of the acrid liquid as possible, but the man must have drunk a litre of water earlier that day, because it went on forever. Inevitably, some of it trickled down the back of my throat causing me to heave and retch. Tears streamed down my face and when Slav released my nostrils, snot poured out my nose. I was a disgusting mess.
Slav dropped his hold and my head lolled forward, chin to chest. I had no strength or dignity left in me. He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back hard. I yelped at the sting. Tolya slapped my face a few times until my lip split, for which I was actually grateful as the metallic taste of my own blood masked the bitterness of his piss.
“This going to get much worse if you lie to me,” Tolya threatened, and I immediately regretted saying anything in the first place. His thick Russian accent was grating on my nerves. I stared at the floor while he shook off and tucked himself back into his trousers. The sheer desolation in knowing I was headed for a fate I could not control threatened to overwhelm me. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what Izzy would do. He and Adam had been abducted a while back. They survived due to Izzy using his brains and not succumbing to the fear; could I do the same? Bastien’s handsome face swam before my eyes causing me to well up. I had only just found him and wasn’t ready to let him go.
Come on, Tal, use your fucking head. I mentally berated myself. My parents h
ad shelled out a small fortune on my private education – it was time to be smart.
“Ok,” I muttered.
“Ok?” Tolya cocked his head at me. Then he roared with laughter. “You scared I take a shit in your mouth next?”
I cringed. That, I wouldn’t survive. I shook my head. I told him what web mail I used and gave him my user name. “I’ll only tell you my password if...” Tolya widened his eyes, “you guarantee you’ll set me free after.”
Tolya leaned back in his chair. He crossed his legs at his ankles and folded his arms. “Once more, the filthy Jew boy makes demands.” He dropped his arms and leaned forward towards me. “You are the one covered in piss, naked, tied up, yet you continue to believe you have some influence over what I decide to do with you.” He stood up and loomed over me threateningly.
“If you hurt me, I won’t tell you.” I felt indignant until Slav lifted me up and threw me on a ratty settee in the corner. He leered at me.
Tolya chuckled. “You now hole for Slav to fuck. Only guarantee is you live if you give me the money.”
“Wait!” I screamed at him. “Don’t do this, please!” I manically tried to yank my arms free of the ropes while attempting to scramble away from Slav. His silence while he watched me was ominous and I began to sob. “Please…no…”
“He likes it more when you cry and beg. Trying to escape makes him hard. Like foreplay.” Tolya lowered himself into his chair to watch.
Slav approached the couch. I froze. He was a mean looking motherfucker about the size of a brick shit house, and not in a good way like Adam. He was so ugly, he reminded me of the Marvel comic hero, the Thing. My cock withered and I felt like vomiting. Slav unbuttoned his jeans and unceremoniously took out his cock. He pumped it a few times. It was in terrifying proportion to the rest of his body. Wide and thick; already purple and swollen. He grabbed the back of my neck and thrust roughly against my mouth. The shock made me gasp. Taking advantage of my open mouth, Slav shoved his solid shaft between my lips. His cock hit the back of my throat with so much force I gagged. I tasted bile. Slav forced my nose into his pubes while he face fucked me. He was brutal causing my lips to stretch too wide and split; my eyes watered non-stop; my throat burned raw under the assault, and my head spun. I was sure I was going to pass out from his onslaught, yet, abruptly he pulled off and stepped away. I dissolved into a drool covered heap.
“Stop,” I croaked. “No more.” My shoulders were on fire from my arms being restrained behind my back. My face felt swollen and ripped to shreds. I looked into the face of the monster and with a sense of dread at the madness I saw there, knew he was without mercy.
Slav came for me once again. He grabbed me by the throat with one large meaty hand while he swiped his other thumb over the jewellery piercing my nipples. I held my breath. The barbells were made of platinum with diamond heads. They were worth a small fortune and I wondered if I could use them to bargain my way out of my situation, but then fear took hold as I realised Slav could just as easily rip them out. I needed to distract him and quickly. Mustering up strength and courage form God knows where, I gathered as much saliva as I could and spat in Slav’s face. The man roared with anger. I smirked and snorted which served to antagonise him even further.
He grabbed me roughly around the waist and flipped me on to my front. My already brutalised face smashed against the back of the sofa, sending me reeling. I was sure the crack I heard was one of my cheek bones. A heavy hand clamped down on the back of my neck, while he probed crudely around my hole to try and remove the plug. It came free with a weird squishy noise that part of me acknowledged was not from lube.
“Filthy fucking whore.” Slav slapped my arse cheeks. They were already painfully sore from the paddle, yet I welcomed the sting as it distracted from what was about to happen. I couldn’t care less if I was covered in shit and blood. I hoped it would put Slav off. His retreating steps seemed to indicate he was repulsed and I almost fainted with relief. It was short lived. I twisted my head to watch as Slav returned with a bottle of water and some hand sanitiser. He drizzled the gel into my crease making me yell as it burned its way over my hole. He then proceeded to shoot water over it which thankfully eased the sting a little. He then took a dish cloth and wiped around the area leaving my pucker throbbing. “Now you are ready for my cock.” Slav slapped my arse causing me to scream in agony. Would the torture never end? My stomach clenched and rolled at what was to come. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and braced myself for the breach.
“Slav!” Tolya called his friend’s name with some urgency. “Wait one moment.” My heart raced in my chest. Was Tolya finally going to give me a chance to buy my way out of this situation? Slav froze in position. “Let us go and eat, while Tal Roth contemplates best way to survive.” Slav nodded. My chest sagged with relief, although part of me knew it would only be a short reprieve. Just to add to my torment, Slav plugged me back up again before leaving. Tolya threw the switch and once again my over sensitised gland was subjected to the torturous assault of the vibrator in my arse.
Despite how wretched and broken I was feeling, I noticed that Tolya had omitted to take his laptop with him. How could he have overlooked such an obvious thing? Was he hoping I’d try and move the money while he was gone, so he could catch me at it? I looked around but couldn’t see any obvious cameras. If I could get to the laptop, I could email Izzy. I had no real clue where I was, but hoped against hope I was still at Doron’s.
“For fuck’s sake!” I hissed at the incessant buzzing up my arse. It was distracting beyond reason, driving me out of my mind. I tried to power through and fold myself in half to get my arms in front of me and after several failed attempts and an excruciating amount of effort, I finally succeeded. I stood up on wobbly legs and when I was fairly sure I wouldn’t fall over, I squatted and expelled the plug. I groaned in relief. I took a tentative step forward, alert for any sound that Tolya and Slav might be returning, until I reached the table with the laptop on it.
“Please be on, please be on.” I tapped on the spacebar to wake it up. The computer remained dark for a few heart stopping seconds, until finally the screen lit up. My heart sank when I saw that Tolya had logged out and activated the password protection. I was screwed. I had no way of accessing my email. It was a stupid, fucking plan. I sank heavily into the chair wincing in pain. I was so overcome with despair and fury, that I swept my arms over the desk sending everything flying to the floor.
“What the fuck!” I gasped. “No way…” I threw myself to my knees, for there in all its glory was my limited edition, shiny as fuck, iPhone X. I wept with joy as I hastily jabbed at the screen to turn it on. Bastien’s beautiful face was my home screen saver. He had never looked more beautiful, and I sobbed when he came into view, but it was Izzy I needed more than anyone right now. I pulled up his contact. It seemed forever until it connected. The signal wasn’t too clear down in the basement but 4G powered through and got me to Izzy.
“Tal!” His voice was full of concern. “Where the hell are you?”
“Izzy. Iz.” I was sobbing so hard I couldn’t get my words out. “Help me, Iz.”
“Tally, baby, calm down. Tell me where you are.” Down the line, I heard rustling and the sound of keys. Izzy was coming for me. “Hold on.” Izzy began yelling all sorts of things to God knows who, while I tried to see if there was anything in the basement to determine where I was being held captive. I cast my eyes around frantically, but there was nothing obvious.
“I don’t know where I am. Oh God, Izzy, please. I don’t know where I am!” I hovered on the edges of a massive panic attack when I realised all of my efforts would be in vain. How would Izzy find me?
“Tally? Tally…Tal Roth!” Izzy barked at me in his Dom voice and it helped me to focus. “Tell me your last location.”
“Mmmight be at Doron’s – don’t bloody know. Two motherfucking Russians, Izzy, please find me.” My adrenalin spike was crashing and fatigue was weighing me down.
&
nbsp; “Keep your phone on, Tally. Tal? Tal!”
His voice fizzed away. I looked at my phone. There was no signal. When I tried to call Izzy back, a noise outside the door rendered me immobile. I heard a key in the lock then the sound of a handle turning. In the dim light, two hulking figures were silhouetted in the doorway. My heart skipped a beat in terror. This was it. I was going to be beaten and raped, and when Tolya and Slav discovered I was nothing but a liar, they would kill me.
“No. No please.” I huddled down on the floor making myself as small as possible. I drew up my knees and buried my face in my lap trying to delay the moment I would have to face my fate. I had no doubt I would die here tonight. I thought of my parents and my Bastien and wept for the time I should have had left with them.
“Hey!” A soft voice broke the silence. “Tal, baby, you’re safe.”
Strong hands gently scooped me up off the floor and held me close. I inhaled the familiar scent of G, or maybe T. My mind reeled.
“What the fuck have they done to you?” T maybe G asked. My eyes filled with tears. “Hush, baby. It’s ok. Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
I was stinky and filthy, yet G held me close while I heard T on the phone to Izzy telling him they’d found me. I was vaguely aware they wanted to fly me straight to Greenall Manor, but the last person I wanted to see me like this was Bastien. “No. Not there.” My voice was croaky and raw, but I managed to make my objections heard. I couldn’t get over the fact they were here and I was safe. I wondered where Tolya and Slav were and suddenly tensed that we might be found. I knew G & T were trained, but the Russians were terrifyingly strong and brutal. “Need to hurry,” I whispered. “They’re coming back…hurry G, T; hurry, please.” Anxiety fluttered in my chest as fear crawled up my spine.
