Ava’s Foster Father’s POV
That bitch, if I had gotten my hands on her, I would have made her life a living hell. She dared to put me through all that. I had been in hell just because of her.
“Strip,” Mr. Drake ordered me.
“Mr. Drake, can we talk about this, please? I’m innocent. I don’t know anything about her escape. Let’s find her together,” I answered back.
“Find who?” Mr. Drake asked. “Do you mean you know where she is hiding?”
“No, no, I never said that. I never knew where that bitch was hiding. What I mean is that we can both search for her. She should be the one being here, not me, please,” I had uttered.
“You sold her to me, but she escaped and ran away, making me forfeit so much money. Since she is gone, you should replace your good daughter,” he had declared openly.
“Replace?” Please, no. I don’t want to. She is not my daughter. She is just an abandoned girl who my wife, and I picked up on the road. Have mercy on me,” I had responded.
“Then reimburse me for all the money I relinquished. If you can pay back, I will release you from here immediately,” he had smirked evilly.
“Where can I see money to pay you back? I am nothing but a poor man. Release me, and I’ll go find that bitch myself. I vow to drag her here,” I had retorted.
“No need. My men are out there searching for her, but you must pay back by offering your body before we find my slave back,” he had said. “Now, don’t make me repeat what I told you. Strip.”
I had been shocked. He was a vicious and ruthless person. “How could I pay him back with my body?” Was he thinking of sleeping with me? No, it was not possible. Maybe he was thinking of using me to please his female slave. If that was the case, I was willing to help him fuck his slaves mercilessly as he wished. I smirked as I licked the corner of my mouth. He was asking me to strip so that he could see how long my shaft was. How incredible.
I had stripped according to his instructions.
“Let’s get down to work,” Mr. Drake had mumbled.
“No problem, sir. How many girls will I be sleeping with?” I had asked him. “And do you like what you see? I mean my shaft.”
“What is my concern with your shaft?” he had inquired. “Who cares how long your shaft is? They will be the ones to bring out the pleasure from your body, not you.”
“What do you mean, Mr. Drake?” I had asked him, confused. “I don’t understand you.”
“You will understand soon,” he had answered back.
“Come in,” he had answered the person knocking on the door.
Three hefty men had come in.
“Drake, where is the person you are talking about?” one of them had asked.
Mr. Drake had turned his eyes to me and asked, “Do you like what you see?” The man turned his gaze to me. One of the men licked his mouth before his eyes drifted to my torso, down to my shaft. He walked toward me and checked my backside before whacking me on my butt.
“He’s a bit old, but I like his fair skin. He must taste exquisite,” he had said.
“What are you planning to do with me?” I had asked them.
“What is the meaning of all this, Drake? What the hell is happening here?” one of them had asked. “You know well that I despise my knick-knacks for trying to defy me.”
“I am sorry, Terry,” Mr. Drake had apologized to him before addressing me. “You will have to repay me for all my losses, and you see all these guys. They are all gay. So I’m going to offer you to them. They pay me well for your body, and this is just the beginning because you are going to work with your body and pay me back all the money I lost.”
“What… what?” I stammered. “What is happening? Don’t do this to me, please,” I begged him. But Mr. Drake never listened to me.
“Serve your masters well. Make them happy,” he affirmed as he walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the thirsty demons. They watched me with their heated gazes.
“This is a dream. Please wake me up,” I screamed.
“Don’t worry, you are going to enjoy this. Don’t make this hard for us, or else you will regret ever doing so. I’m not begging you not to struggle, but let me tell you this. We will make you suffer if you struggle and defy me,” Terry said.
I was shivering. Their tones carried evil. They were not humans, but monsters.
“We know this is your first time doing this,” Terry muttered. “But don’t worry, we are going to prepare your anus before penetrating inside.”
They began to undress. Their shafts were almost 9 inches. They were on drugs. Terry began to caress his long shaft.
I almost died in shock when I saw how long his shaft was when it was fully aroused. It was strong and veiny.
“Shit, I am in deep trouble.”
He came forward and started caressing my body. I puked immediately when he rested his hand on me.
“Don’t touch me with your filthy hand,” I cried out, nudging his hand away.
“We are trying to be nice here, but you don’t seem to want that. You don’t appreciate it. Now that you provoke me, I’m going to do it in a very hard way, fuck boy,” Terry said, snickering at me. He called for one of Mr. Drake’s guys, ordering him to bind me to the bed and raise my butt, showing my anus to their monster’s lustful gazes.
“Don’t do this. We are both men,” I tried to put up a fight, but there were too many. I was shackled. Oh, this was humbling.
I cried out when Terry penetrated my anus. It hurt so much. “I’m not gay,” I cried out. “I’m a straight man who takes pleasure in women.”
“What have I done to deserve all this? What crime have I committed to deserve all this?”
Mr. Drake should have allowed me to search for that bitch. Why torture me instead of her?
It hurt a lot. It felt as if my body was being torn apart. I was shackled in place. I couldn’t fight back or struggle.
He retracted his cock and slammed it back into my anus again. I screamed in horror. “This is crazy.”
“I am not gay. Please, remove this,” I screamed out.
“Enough. Don’t disturb my pleasure,” he said as he deeply fucked my anus.
“Let me go, enough of all this. This is insane,” I screamed.
“Tape his mouth,” he ordered one of those guys who were still waiting for their turn to sleep with me.
They smudged my mouth with tape. I gave up when I could no longer curse or scream at them. I was only crying as he fucked me brutally.
He was groaning and moaning, playing with my balls. I felt him empty something inside my anus.
“Fuck, he is so sweet,” he moaned as he stood up. They took their turns fucking me mercilessly.
“Who did I offend? What have I done to deserve all this humiliation?
Ava, if I had caught you and gotten hold of you, I would have made your life a living hell. That bitch was to blame for my woes.