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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

There were hands on his body, feeling, stroking, and squeezing his pecs, waist, and ass. His dick strained and twitched from all the stimulation, aching to be touched, but the hands didn’t go there.

Groaning, Gabriel stirred and opened his eyes. Sunlight flooded in through the edges of the blinds, softly illuminating the bedroom. The hands continued roaming his body, and he realized that he wasn’t dreaming. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he saw Viktor behind him, and his hands were now spreading his ass cheeks apart.

Gabriel’s eyes widened and his entire body instinctively tensed up. When had Viktor come into the bedroom, and why hadn’t Gabriel heard him? How had Viktor managed to slide Gabriel’s underwear off without waking him?

It didn’t matter now. Viktor was here, and he was touching Gabriel the way he wanted, like the toy he was. Despite that, Gabriel pushed his hand against Viktor’s chest, but he didn’t budge. Gabriel shoved him again. “Nooo,” he groaned.

“Shh,” Viktor whispered into his ear.

Gabriel frowned, knowing better than to think he could struggle his way out of Viktor’s grasp. He was trapped, and the only thing he could do in this situation was to just let it happen, let Viktor do what he wanted until he was satisfied. Feeling his heart hammering hard in his chest, Gabriel willed his body to relax, knowing that being tense wouldn’t help him at all, especially since it was obvious that Viktor was going to fuck him.

Biting his lower lip, Gabriel turned his head to look forward and away from Viktor. He felt the heaviness and heat at the opening of his cheeks as the thick cock rested against his ass crack, ready to plunge in at any second.

Since Viktor had already fucked him the day before, Gabriel was sure he could take it. He was already stretched out and prepared, a ready hole for Viktor to sink his cock into. The thought undoubtedly turned Gabriel on and his dick stirred, prompting him to push his ass back so he was grinding against Viktor’s crotch.

There was a part of him that just wanted this to be over with. But there was also another part, deep inside, that yearned to be pounded into. The dark reality was that Gabriel actually wanted this, and although he wished to deny it, he knew the truth. His body had made it very clear that it enjoyed Viktor’s touch, and he craved more of it.

Gabriel knew it was wrong, and that he shouldn’t have wanted this so badly, but he couldn’t help it. Now more than ever, he started to regret having had sex with other guys in the past, having gotten a taste for the pleasure and the burning desire to be ravaged. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted Viktor inside him again, and that was enough to scare him. He was learning things about himself that he hadn’t known before, and it made him panic.

“Stop,” Gabriel said.

“Quiet,” Viktor growled before slipping a thumb into his hole.

Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. “Please no.”

“Slut,” Viktor said, though there seemed to be a twinge of amusement in his voice. “You want me inside, don’t you?”

“No!” Gabriel gasped.

“Then why are you rutting against me like a whore?”

Gabriel’s cheeks burned, and his dick grew so hard he was already straining and leaking.

“Say it,” Viktor whispered into his ear from behind.

Gabriel whimpered. “Viktor . . .”

“Tell me you want me inside you.”

Yes, he wanted Viktor inside him, and yes, he wanted to be fucked by him. But Gabriel wasn’t supposed to want this. He wasn’t supposed to like getting fucked by his captor. He told himself it was a Stockholm syndrome thing, but in the moment it felt right, like it was supposed to be that way. He felt like he’d been made for Viktor, like Viktor belonged inside him, and Gabriel knew without a doubt that he’d keep giving himself to him.

“I want you to fuck me,” Gabriel whispered.

Since Gabriel was already naked and lying on his side, it was easy for Viktor to slide his cock into his open, uncovered ass without much resistance.

Gabriel kept his head against the pillow and shut his eyes. He still felt drowsy from waking, and feeling Viktor’s slow, deep thrusts eased him into relaxing and opening up more for him. He felt Viktor’s hand on the juncture where his waist met his hip, and couldn’t help but yelp as the thrusts started to increase in pace.

All Gabriel could do was lay there and take it, let Viktor have him however he wanted, like a good toy. Gabriel moaned into the pillow as he felt the head of Viktor’s dick against his prostate, and his own throbbing cock rubbed between his belly and the mattress. Slipping his hand down, Gabriel stroked himself in time with the plunging thrusts, feeling himself inching closer to bursting.

He jolted when Viktor took hold of his chin, but didn’t protest when Viktor turned his head so that Gabriel was looking over his shoulder at him. When Viktor kissed him, Gabriel’s eyes widened, and he felt a spark from his chest course throughout his body. Fluttering his eyes shut, Gabriel moved his mouth with Viktor’s, feeling his tongue dominate his mouth.

As Viktor kissed him his thrusts became harsher, and their skin slapped harder together. With a gasp, Gabriel pulled away to catch his breath. He whimpered as Viktor fucked him, each stroke deep and slick inside him, but despite the roughness of Viktor’s thrusts, it didn’t hurt him.

There were times in the past when Gabriel had sought out a hard fucking like this, only for guys to be too rough, bordering painful, or not rough enough. Viktor, on the other hand, seemed to know how to handle Gabriel. He fucked Gabriel the way he liked, and he couldn’t help but moan at every brush against his prostate deep inside him. His own penis was stiff and leaking, and Gabriel fisted it as he stroked himself quicker, matching his speed to Viktor’s pounding.

“Mmm f-fuck,” Gabriel cried as semen spurted hard and fast out of him, soiling his hand and belly. He panted as Viktor continued to plunge into him, then with one final slam, Viktor growled low in his throat, shooting his cum into Gabriel and filling him to the brim.

Gabriel panted as Viktor slid out of him, leaving him with a sudden feeling of emptiness, and when he relaxed his sphincter, warm semen seeped out of him.

He wasn’t surprised when Viktor pulled away without a word and went to the bathroom, he’d done that last time too. And considering Gabriel was nothing but a fuck toy to him, he told himself that it shouldn’t matter, but for some reason, he still cared.

As the water started running, Gabriel stared at the bathroom door, feeling his chest tighten from how Viktor had ignored him right after he’d fucked him. It hurt, but Gabriel knew there was no point in being upset about it. Regardless, it still made him feel lower than low as it confirmed that no one would ever love him.

A few minutes later, the water stopped and Viktor walked into the bedroom with a towel around his hips, reminiscent of the day before. Once Viktor dressed and left the bedroom, having not said anything to him, Gabriel got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, where he stepped into the shower, turned on and adjusted the water, and then lathered himself up.

As he stood under the warm spray with his head down and his eyes closed, he had a sinking feeling in his stomach, and a wave of exhaustion hit him. He knew without a doubt that his fate as a toy for a mafia boss was sealed. He had lost his freedom and wasn’t going back to his old life again, but despite all of that, he was glad to still be alive.