Watching him fuck

*Fwop*

*Fwop*

The loud sounds of bodies smacking reigned supreme in the room as the two indulged in their sexual savageness. As if they wanted to become one by the end of the nightmare I was being forced to watch, they went on and on.

Every thrust, every spank, every bite, Ilay made sure I saw it all too clearly. So much that I could almost count the bulged veins running down his cock. I didn't want to watch this, but I had no other choice. He had me tied up to a chair and made me watch him fuck women one after the other.

How many times had he done this?

I had lost count due to the disgust that always had me dizzy at the end of it.

Ever since the dreadful day I stepped foot in this house in search of my dear sister, Ilay never let me leave even a single step.

He locked me up in the dungeons and only brought me out to spectate as he fucked his whores in the name of 'teaching' me.

It must have been at least a month since I came here. In just that short period, I had watched more sex than I ever did with porn. Sometimes he'd have one woman, and sometimes they'd be more, and sometimes he'd even bring home a guy. His sexual appetite was too frightening. I'd pity the person to sate his hunger. Wait, that used to be my sister.

Right.

He didn't show me her corpse nor did he give me any satisfying answer whenever I asked about her.

Even though he had said he killed her weeks ago, I was certain Aya wasn't dead. It was just a feeling. And I never went wrong with trusting my guts.

All I had to do was be a good girl and watch him fuck all these people so long as he didn't touch me.

Once the intimate show was over, Ilay called in his men to untie and throw me back in the cells. I hated sleeping there. Hated the lingering stench of blood left behind by the people he had slaughtered in there not too long ago. The bed was so hard that I woke with an aching back every morning. I had to find a way to get out of there. And if there was one weakness Ilay had exposed to me, was that he was a horny dog that seemed to be on heat all day every day.

"Wait!" I cried out desperately.

I had thrown my pride and dignity out the window a fortnight ago when I had to blow the guard just so he could secretly give me some old cartons to throw under the thin mattress in my cell. After that, I had offered him more blowjobs to prepare for this very day when I'd willingly offer my mouth to Ilay for my survival.

"What?" He asked placing a fat cigar between his red lips.

"I want to make a deal!" I shot, hoping I sounded as confident as I felt.

My eyes bounced from the two men who were ready to undo the ropes and then on the bed. The girl he had fucked was busy licking Ilay's half-flaccid cock, cleaning it with her very tongue.

"I'll blow you for a favor."

There! I had said it despite every bone in my body threatening to snap at the fear caused by Ilay's lazy gaze on me.

I had seen too many emotions flood his face that even a smile from him felt like a dagger being hauled at me.

"You?" He exclaimed puffing out a cloud of smoke. "Never thought this day would come." He then laughed out before snapping his serious face out. "Untie her, and then leave, everyone!"

"Yes Boss!" The two men chorused and began undoing the ropes.

"Why would you give yourself to him?" Mike asked in a low whisper while bending from my front. He had this sour look in his eyes like that of a wounded lover. But I never promised him anything else besides the blowjobs, so why was he acting all clingy?

"He's a bastard. Don't give-"

"Michael, right?" Ilay suddenly spoke. He sounded so close.

"Yes, Sir!" Mike frantically dashed to the side straightening. Only when he was out of my way did I see a naked Ilay standing a few steps from me, the cigar held delicately between his fingers. "I heard that you two have become best friends."

"What?! No Sir! I would never befriend an enemy!"

Wow! I, for a moment ago, thought he'd ask me to elope with him. And here he was throwing me under the train to be crushed to death alone. What if I told Ilay that we were a step away from being fuck buddies?

"Is that so?"

Ilay puffed and the lit end glowed like a bitter red dot. "Your hand..." He was speaking to Mike.

Without any hesitation, Mike presented his hand, but one could see the fear darkening his eyes and his other hand which was a hard ball.

"The desire to smoke has left me. Do you mind if I-" Ilay pressed the lit end on Mike's front wrist without a shred of mercy, "-put it out right here? Do you?"

"N-ngh-no Sir!" Mike answered, biting in a groan of pain.

"Good boy..." He then tossed the cigar at Mike's feet and turned to me, a devious grin tugging the corners of his lips. "Everybody, get out!" Ilay ordered with his eyes fixed on me. He didn't blink even once and I couldn't hold his gaze anymore. I still hadn't practiced to do that anyway.

When my eyes fell along his ripped body, they were immediately captivated by the cock bustling with life. I could see it twitch from excitement.

'Oh shit! I'm going to take in all that in my poor mouth? It looks so big up close.'

But I had no time to back down. I had come this far, trained every day for two weeks just for this damned moment.

"Now, now... Shall we get started? I'm too thrilled that if you think of going back on your word, I might just have to cut out your lying tongue."

I looked up to meet his eyes. "I'm not breaking my word as long as you give me what I want."

Ilay chuckled running his fingers through his black hair, pushing it to his left side. His blue eyes were brimming with raw lust and heavy excitement just like his cock.

Yes, no backing down. I'd suck him until his mind ran blank.

"That will depend on how good your mouth is."