The journey was uneventful and I reached there in good time. I parked a little way down the road from the gates to his ridiculously huge house, and contemplated what I might say. I was weary, so I let my head lean heavily against the seat and closed my eyes. My thoughts immediately went to a raven-haired beauty with pale creamy skin and red pouty lips. My Bastien. I snorted. When had I begun to think of him as mine? The moment he wrapped that fucking sinful mouth around my cock for the first time? Or when he tormented me through the scene last night? Was it when I left this morning, promising to come back as soon as possible? It all seemed such a long time ago, and so far removed from my present reality. I snapped my eyes open and refused to let my focus become distracted from the task at hand. It wouldn’t be long before G & T found me; I had to hurry up.

I decided to leave the car where it was parked and walk the short distance to Doron’s entry gate. As I lifted my hand to buzz on the intercom, a disturbance behind me made me twist around. The next thing I knew was a sharp jab in my neck followed by the call of darkness.

“Wake up, boy.”

My head was fuzzy and my mouth was thick. I grunted, which sent sharp jolts of pain into my head. I tried to raise my hands but discovered they were restrained. I prised my eyes open dubiously.

“What the fuck!” I struggled to compute my surroundings. “Who the hell are you?”

A man I had never seen before stood in front of me dressed in a sharp black suit, shirt and tie.

“I think you will find, I am asking the questions.”

I wasn’t sure of his accent. It could have been Eastern European or Russian.

“Let me go. I think you have the wrong person.” My head was still so fuzzy. I was so confused.

“I assure you not, Mr Roth.”

Hearing my name on this thug’s lips was nothing short of terrifying. Once again, I tried to move but couldn’t. It reminded me of Izzy’s scene, but I felt sure there was no safe wording to get me out of this predicament. My head swam. I needed to piss and I was extremely thirsty. My shoulders burned and my arms ached.

“I need to piss,” I declared.

“So, piss,” came the response.

My chest tightened. I twisted my head tentatively to take in my situation, and immediately regretted it. My balls drew up in fear.

I was hanging by chains from a hook in the ceiling of what looked like a basement. There was no natural light and the air felt cloying. My skin was clammy. I tried to place my feet on the floor to take the strain off my arms but I could only stand on tip toes.

I was naked and exposed. I began to tremble.

“Now you see. I am asking the questions.” The man must have been well over six foot to be able to look me in the eye.

“What do you want?” I rasped. I was frightened beyond belief.

“Sagall’s money.” The man barked out a laugh. I shuddered in horror as it dawned on me that he thought I was someone important to Doron.

“Sagall doesn’t care about me. He certainly doesn’t divulge his finances to me. He set me up, for fuck’s sake!” I cried out. The man turned away for me and reached for something. My eyes widened when he showed me the leather paddle.

“No, please. You’re mistaken…”

I yelled as the flat of the paddle hit my arse. The sting was hideous. He repeated the action four more times. I yelled each time. I was panting hard when he stopped. I was unable to stop swaying. I stretched my toes to the floor for purchase, panicking at the strain in my shoulders.

“Who are you? Please, let me explain. I’m no one.” I was a babbling wreck. My captor hadn’t made it clear what he wanted from me and I felt helpless and afraid.

“You are faggot, no?”

My skin crawled at the disgust in his tone. I refused to answer.

“You are Jew faggot.”

Anger burned from deep within. The way he described me made me certain this was the same person who had wrecked my offices.

“Jew faggot who makes money for Sagall.”

“He’s one of many clients,” I retorted. “It’s what I do, I’m a financial adviser.”

“You are thief.” The man gripped my chin as he spat out his words. Drops of saliva landed on my face.

“Nnnnot a thief.”

“You laundered money for Sagall. He was supposed to give money to my boss. But it has disappeared.”

My stomach rolled. “I don’t have the money.”

“But you know where it is.” The man trailed the paddled down my chest letting it rest on my cock and balls. He pressed down hard making me huff.

“I don’t know where it is. I only just found out that Doron used me for his criminal purposes. I was going there today to confront him.”

The paddle came down hard on my exposed genitals. I retched in agony and screamed as I jerked about on my chains. The sting on my cock and the ache in my balls was too much. I had no pain threshold to speak of, which is why I left Izzy to the kinky stuff.

“Please, don’t,” I begged.

“Tell me where you hid the money.”

“I can’t tell you because I don’t know!” I yelled out the words. I felt the veins in my forehead and neck pop with the strain.

“Liar!” the man roared back. “You will tell me or I will beat it out of you.”

I shook my head vehemently. I begged and pleaded my innocence, but it fell on deaf ears. Each time I refuted my involvement, I received another paddling. My arse was on fire and I still desperately needed to piss.

“Tell me.” The man was relentless.

“Why won’t you believe me? Look, I have Sagall’s number, call him and ask him yourself.”

“Stupid faggot. Dead men cannot speak.”

My blood ran cold. Doron was dead? This thug must have killed him while I was on route. If Doron had been executed, that meant they really thought I knew where he kept his money. Bile filled my throat as I scrambled around in my head trying to think of something I could palm them off with. A tune filled the silence and he reached into his pocket for his phone.

“Tolya.” His eyes met mine as he barked into the mouthpiece. I swallowed. I didn’t know much about how criminals operated, but knowing his name did not bode well for my future. Rapid fire Russian followed. “Dar. Dar. Ok.” He pocketed his phone before removing his jacket and placing it carefully on a chair.

“I have researched on the internet to discover best way to torture gay man. I have watched porn. I have learned many ways to bring you special kind of gay pain.” Tolya smirked. “I am afraid you will enjoy disgusting behaviour, so I buy something you not like.”

I raised my head to see what he had reached for. It was a pot of cream.

“I use. You stay hard for long time.”

My head dropped heavily to my chest. This was pure hell. No one knew where I was; I didn’t even know where I was. And it was all my fault for deceiving Izzy.

Tolya’s face was a mask of disgust. I wanted to ask him why he didn’t just beat the shit out of me, rather than subject me to something he found so repulsive. My head wanted to explode with how helpless I felt and at my own stupidity for thinking I could do this alone. I was so intent on not putting my friends in peril, that I ignored their warnings and landed myself in danger. Tolya snapped on a pair of latex gloves, before squeezing a hefty glob of cream into his palms. He sneered at me as he grasped my cock roughly and began to massage it in. I yelled and cursed to no avail. I was sure there was no way I was getting hard; not under this amount of distress, yet my traitorous body betrayed me. With despair, I felt my cock begin to fill under Tolya’s constant cajoling. Whatever was in that cream burned and tingled excruciatingly, but I couldn’t fight the effects.

“Goddamn, Motherfucker!” I yelled at him. “Get the fuck off meeeeee.” I yanked on my chains so hard I nearly dislocated my shoulders. Tolya laughed at me. “You’re a fucking pervert!” I accused. “Bet you’re hard as a fucking rock. Getting off on this, aren’t you?”

I thought perhaps if I taunted him, he’d stop, and he did, but only long enough to slap me hard around the face.

“Open your fucking mouth, faggot,” he demanded. There was no way I was doing as I was told. He gripped my cheeks and squeezed my nose shut until I was forced to gasp for air through my mouth. Big mistake. As soon as it was open he spat an enormous glob of mucus right into the back of my throat. I heaved and tried to spit it back out immediately, but he clamped a sticky, latex covered hand over my mouth so that I was forced to swallow. Tears streamed down my face. I was humiliated and frightened and repulsed. 

“Unless you confess, do not speak, or I make you quiet.” Tolya’s tone was full of menace. I kept my mouth shut and tried to ignore the taste of him at the back of my throat.

Showing me not an ounce of mercy, he continued to pump my cock until I found it impossible to hold my piss any longer “Need to pee,” I whimpered, aware that I was disobeying his order not to talk, however, I really needed to go to the loo.

Tolya narrowed his eyes at me, then he deliberately and with much glee, pushed down on my bladder.

“Oh Jesus. Oh fuck…” I couldn’t stop myself from releasing an odorous stream of urine. It dripped down my legs and onto the floor, splashing Tolya’s shoes. I cried at the shame. I cried for fear of reprisal, but mostly I cried because I was scared of dying and never seeing Bastien or my parents again.

“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 had 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.

“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.

“Listen to me, Tal. I promise you, those bastards are not here. You’re safe.” G crooned to me over and over. My energy levels were draining. I forced myself to reiterate my hesitance to go to Greenall Manor, then promptly passed out.