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CHAPTER SEVEN

Gabriel awoke from a dreamless sleep. The room was mostly dark other than for the blue hue seeping into the basement from the small rectangle window above. Pulling the blanket further up his body, he closed his eyes and began to drift again, and when he opened them next, the basement was lit with natural light, but it wasn’t much.

Since his ankle still ached and he had nothing else to do, he sat on the mattress with his back against the wall and waited. Not long after, Sasha walked into the room, his slim body dressed completely in black and a plastic bag in his hand. He took out a fresh bottle of water and two more pills before setting them on the dresser, then grabbed the empty water bottle from yesterday and dropped it into the bag.

“How long am I going to be here?” Gabriel asked.

“As long as Viktor decides,” Sasha said.

Gabriel sighed. “Can I talk to him?”

Sasha watched him for a moment. Without a word, he took the tray with the empty bowl and spoon and left the room, locking the door behind him.

Gabriel sat alone for a short while before the door opened and Viktor walked inside.

“What do you want?” Viktor asked.

“How much longer do you plan on keeping me here?” Gabriel asked. “My dad isn’t going to come looking for me, you already know that. And honestly? He’d probably throw a party if you killed me and left me in a ditch somewhere.”

Viktor smirked. “You have a mouth on you, boy. From now on, I’m going to put it to better use.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened as Viktor grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him close enough that his lips brushed the front of Viktor’s crotch, and he could feel the hard bulge inside his pants. Blinking, Gabriel stared quietly up at his captor, making eye contact with him.

His cock twitched and his lower abdomen fluttered. Oh God. Why was this turning him on? It was so fucking wrong , but his body seemed to have a mind of its own when Viktor was dominant with him.

“Take it out and suck me,” Viktor said, his voice low and rough. He released his hair, and Gabriel felt relief in his scalp as he reached for the button on Viktor’s black cargo pants and popped it open before pulling down the zipper.

Gabriel kept his head down, determined to get this over and done with. He knew Viktor was watching him because he could feel those cold eyes piercing him. When he lowered the pants, he saw the outline of Viktor’s cock, large and straining sideways inside his underwear. With a deep breath, he pulled down the dark briefs and watched as Viktor’s cock sprang out.

Taking hold of it from the base, Gabriel leaned in and took the head into his mouth, sucking on it before trailing his lips down the length, then using his tongue to lick his way back up to the top before taking Viktor’s cock into his mouth.

“Is this why your daddy disowned you?” Viktor murmured from above. “Because you’re a cocksucker?”

Gabriel pulled off Viktor’s cock and glared up at him.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, toy,” Viktor said.

Toy ? Frowning, Gabriel dropped his head and closed his eyes as he wrapped his mouth around Viktor’s cock again, before taking in more and bobbing his head in an attempt to get him off quicker. The soft groan from above shot straight down to Gabriel’s groin, and his own cock strained inside his briefs.

As he continued sucking, Gabriel crept his hand down to his crotch and palmed himself. He moaned, knowing he shouldn’t be getting off to this, but he couldn’t help it. Before being kidnapped, giving head had been one of his favorite things to do with his hookups. He enjoyed bringing a guy to completion, and especially loved it when they moaned. But disturbingly, his body couldn’t seem to tell the difference, that he was sucking off his captor.

Viktor’s hand came to rest at the back of his head before he started to thrust into his mouth. Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut tighter and just took it. He almost gagged, but Viktor pulled out of his mouth in time to come on his lips and chin with a rough growl. Heart pounding, Gabriel panted, and watched as Viktor pulled up his underwear and pants.

“Get cleaned up,” Viktor said, grabbing the tissue packet from atop the dresser and tossing it at him. It fell in his lap, and Gabriel took one out, looking away from Viktor as he used it to wipe his face.

Staring down at the mattress, Gabriel scrunched up the tissue in his palm and asked, “Can you take me to the toilet?” By now his arousal had died, and thankfully his cock wasn’t hard anymore.

Just like yesterday, Viktor picked Gabriel up and carried him to the toilet, let him do his business, and then picked him up again when he was done. Viktor then took him to the bathroom and sat him on the countertop.

Gabriel didn’t have to ask why he was in there. He washed his hands with soap and water before cleaning away the remnants of crusted semen from his chin and lips. All the while, Viktor quietly watched him.

“Okay, I’m done,” Gabriel said, avoiding his gaze.

Viktor carried him back to the basement and deposited him on the bed. Then without another word, Viktor left the room.

The rest of the day panned out very similar to the one before. Gabriel wasted the afternoon away by lying on his side and hoping his ankle would recover quickly. Sasha visited to give him a small lunch, and then came in again later to give him dinner. And before Gabriel fell asleep, Viktor returned to let him use the toilet.

That night as Gabriel lay there in the darkness, waiting for sleep to claim him, he wondered why Viktor had called him toy . He also figured that boredom and isolation would probably kill him before Viktor decided to.