room 37 [+18]

p.s : this chapter contains a little violence, please don't read if such things upset you.

Zamir opened the door to the private lounge and stepped in. As soon as he entered, he cranked up his nose in disgust at the mess that was all over the place. The table was full of different kinds of alcohol and whitish powder which Zamir needed no one to tell what it was.

He should leave now, his instinct were blaring in his head but he wanted to also know kind of pictures this guy wanted to use in blackmailing him... [this is about money] he sneered unconsciously

"hey..." Ian called from where he was seated with two other guys whom were wrapped around barely clothed women

"where are the pictures?" Zamir asked from the doorway and he saw how Ian's smile fell off his face.

The women were dismissed from from the room and the door was closed behind Zamir. Ian patted the space next to him on the couch "have a seat" he said and blew out smoke from his nostrils.

"... or you can just forget about it" Ian added as he assessed Zamir from where he sat. a small smile tugged his lips as he saw Zamir walked slowly towards him and sat at the far end of the chair, away from him.

"the pictures" Zamir said again.

"what's the rush?" Ian drawled "we have all night, have a drink" he said pushing a glass towards Zamir.

Zamir wasted no time and got up to leave but as soon as he stood ,the other two in the room was quick to their feet and before his hand could touch the handle, he was grabbed and roughly thrown back against the table

"you were right Ian, he really is a fierce one" one of them said and the others laughed.

Zamir managed to get off the table and punched the guy who spoke in the face which sent the guy backward. he had quick reflexes so he was able to dodge the flying blow that was attacking from behind and grabbed wrist before landing a cold punch in the guys gut.

someone else suddenly grabbed his head from behind and wrapped their arms around his neck, cutting off his air flow and immediately, another pair of hands quickly placed an handkerchief on his nose and he was forced inhale whatever it had been doused in.

he was released a moment later and he fell to the ground. He heard Ian chuckled as he bent over him "what crazy shit have you been up to that made you think I have pictures?" he asked and pulled Zamir's limp body against his chest before collecting the drink that was handed to him.

"here, drink this, it'll make things easier for you" he pinched Zamir's cheeks with his thumb and index finger to pry his mouth open and poured the laced drink down his throat.

"set up the camera, were about to make some really nice videos"

a tear rolled down Zamir's cheeks. he felt so helpess, his couldn't even lift a single finger as it is and what's more it seems what was just poured down his throat was aphrodisiac. He didn't know much about it but he couldn't have guessed wrong with the signs he was begining to feel.. his body feels very hot and a single part of his body had suddenly come to live... a currently useless part

"hey looks like he's quite ready, look at how stiff it's standing" a voice croaked his ear

Hands began to grope him roughly all over and not until he felt the cold air condition blow against his skin did he realize his lower part of his body had be stripped naked.

By now as much as he tried to fight what his body was experiencing, he could not stop feeling so horny and had become a moaning mess by the time he was pushed into a kneeling position.

"ah ah, he's like a bitch in heat" Ian laughed and unbuckled his belt.

"don't worry, we won't be polite either, we intend to use you thoroughly" he hissed in Zamir's ear before straightening up. He grabbed a handful of Zamir's hair a shoved his junk into his mouth "ah, yess" he hissed in pleasure

More tears streamed down Zamir's cheeks as his mouth willingly opened and sucked on the disgusting dick. he groaned when he felt a finger suddenly enter his hole roughly

"he looks fresh, are you sure he's gay?" the person behind him asked

"doesn't matter anymore, i'm eating this fair ass tonight" the third person answered

The finger inside him was removed and just when Zamir began to feel relieved, it entered him again, although it seemed to be coated in something which made it easier for him to take it.

Zamir diligently continued to suck on the rod in his mouth while another pair of finger worked his asshole when he heard the door open behind him.

There was a long pause and the assault on his body stopped, then he heard a series of shouts from his assailants barking at the person who had intruded to get out.

Zamir couldn't see or hear clearly what was happening around him as his senses were mushy from the aphrodisiac in his system but he heard noises and loud crashes before he was suddenly pushed unceremoniously to the ground where he lay panting in heat and totally oblivious to the chaos that was happening around him.

After what seemed like an eternity of chaos, he heard stomping of feet and then a pair of hands touching him. he moaned as the hand felt around his body, he couldn't care less about who the owner of the hands was, all he wanted was to be touched but that didn't happen because they stopped.

And when the hands came back, his legs were grabbed one after the other and his pants was slid up his waist in one aggressive motion. he heard shuffling around the room since his eyes were now closed shut.

He gasped when he felt a pair of strong hands pick him up and throw him over their shoulder abruptly before he was carried out of the room.