Chapter 4. Hope

The poor slave waited for a moment, expecting the door to open again, to continue with his torture, but upon noticing that it didn't, he continued crying, although with the gag, only moans could be heard. He noticed the unpleasant taste of his underwear and realized the pain he now perceived in his jaw due to the strong thrusts his captor had given him.

Squeezing his eyes in impotence, he tried to recap what had happened since the previous night until the violation he had received in his mouth. He had been about to get into his aggressor's car, but the warning that they had killed a migrant shocked him, and he ended up accepting the proposal of that stranger, who had shown himself to be kind and didn't seem to want anything from him. Those memories already seemed very distant to him.

He tried to relax when, like a lightning bolt, anxiety came to his mind, knowing what Miguel would do to him when he returned. He had said he wanted him, said he wanted to "burst him" while separating his buttocks. The thought made him clench his anus as much as he could, since his jaw hurt too much from the thrusts. Tied up as he was, he opened his eyes as much as he could and moved from side to side, trying in vain to free himself, although deep down he knew his opportunity had passed. He had lost his chance by being in shock after the blowjob he had given to his aggressor. - AAAAGGGHHH - That was all that came out of his mouth through the gag. He cried again, but now with more desperation, trying to make someone hear or see him, but... that room had no windows, the source of light was the skylights on the wall. No one could distinguish him from there.

He tried to focus on devising a solution to escape when that man returned, but anguish and concern invaded his mind every time he tried to concentrate. Additionally, he began to feel hungry and noticed that the tightness of the ropes began to lacerate the skin on his feet, just like the chain on his neck gave a rather uncomfortable feeling. Deep down, he knew he was already lost, he just wanted to strive not to accept it. Maybe he could negotiate with Miguel, although that hadn't worked before and was what had led him to this state. If he thought of a good way to present the situation, he might be able to convince him to release the bonds and have an opportunity to escape.

Another memory came to his mind. At some point, during a journey, some other migrants had told him about men who agreed to give them money in exchange for sexual favors. Although everyone assured that it was just about getting with those queers or having their dick sucked, another one assured him that there were also those who would take them without hesitation, although many would not admit that something had entered their buttocks for money. They would try to act tough, that guy had told him. Maybe his captor would only use him for a moment and let him go, but what if not? Of course, he couldn't keep him there ...