Now hearing that Rolph would not be seeing him again for the third time, Asahi became very upset and refused to bulge. "If Rolph is not going to see me, he has to tell me himself!" He insisted."That's a bad idea Asahi.""How can you ask me to come down on a last minute notice, make me wait for hours, only to tell me to leave again? Just like your boss told you to tell me to leave, my boss also told me to do everything to please Rolph. I will be in trouble if I don't see him!""I will personally call Don Richard and give you 5 star ratings if you leave right now."Even though Asahi had been reassured that he wouldn't get into trouble with his master, he was still not pleased with the situation. He was really looking forward to this rendezvous. Most of the twinks that have passed through Rolph never stopped praising his massive rod and the wonders it did to them. They all wanted a second serving but Rolph never do a hole twice.
WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS : BDSM!Directly in front of Rolph was a saint Andrew's cross and on it, the young, drugged up boy was hanging. He was completely out. His hands and legs were chained to the cross and a ball gag was belted to the slave collar on his neck which in turn was drawn tight and chained to the ankle chains on his legs. Forcing him to throw his head backward. Apart from the jock strap that he was wearing, he was butt naked. Just the way Rolph loved it. His breathing was shallow and his skin was pale courtesy of whatever drug he was fed. The young boy of about 17 was slim and about 5:8 ft tall with good golden skin achieved through sunbathing. Rolph loves good skin. Beside Saint Andrew's cross was the Cross of the Christ. They were separated by about two feet. Hung on the cross were more chains, belts and body restraining gear. Tucked between the two crosses was a A-frame stand also housi
WARNING!: MATURE CONTENTS : BDSM!A very clear eyed and sober but confused Ben watched as Rolph picked up a rope and started tying his hands together. "What are you doing?" He asked nervously."Tying you up.""Please, I will do whatever you want. Please don't hurt me."" Okay. But I will punish you for not saying 'Sir' while talking to me.'Rolph smirked as he tightened the rope, making Ben wince then he took the end of the rope and tied it to a hook on the headboard. Once he was done with that, he took ankle cuffs and attached them to each leg, then attached them to some larger hooks on the floor close to the bed legs. Having fully restrained Ben, Rolph walked to the wardrobe and pressed another drawer, it slid out, revealing several bottles of lubes and ointments. He selected some bottles of lube and returned to the bedside. After arranging these on the floor by the bed, he went back to the wardrobe an
WARNING! MATURE CONTENTS: BDSM, TORTURE!Ben, 19, lived in the slums of San Antonio. Loved clubbing. Started taking drugs not long ago. Hooked but dirt poor. Was planning to substitute the real deal for horse shit if he couldn't get a decent job to fund his cravings soon. But just when he thought things were going to balance out, his dealer became impatient and dragged him to a pimp so they could make him work for the debts he owed. Ben stole from his client, took a bus to Dallas. Was planning to work his way into NewYork where he believed he could hide away. But unknown to him, when he was brought in, he was drugged and a tracker was implanted in his body. Unknown to him, once you get into the Czarna Pantera black market network, the only way out was by death. Even if he had stayed and worked off his debt, he would never be free. There were a lot of ways in, but one way out. Death. When Ben got to Dallas, men were wai
Derrick felt like thunder struck him. He gasped and without saying another word, he rushed out of the room with Rolph on his heels. At the corridor, as Derrick made his way into the suite, Rolph turned to the Irish man. "Follow me." He said with a stern voice. They entered the room. Derrick had turned on the light and he was by the bedside staring at Jolanta, horror written all over his face. "How did this happen?!""That is what I need you to find out for me before morning." Rolph replied."Was she drugged?" "I don't know but I gave her an anesthesia. She should be out for the next 24 hours."Derrick turned to the Irish man. "Delvin, for how long have you had her here?"" Four days boss.""Four days!" Rolph gasped. " How can she be missing for so long and nobody is saying anything?"" Who brought her here?" Derrick turned to Delvin."We bought her for one of our Elites at an
Exactly five in the morning, Rolph's alarm went off, jerking him out of sleep. Jolanta was not affected at all. He checked her temperature and was relieved to see that she was doing fine. He readjusted her head on the pillow and got out of bed. He was feeling stiff. He stretched and yawned. Rolph entered his closet and took his bath. After which he donned a purple, slim jean that hugged his butt cheeks and a white body hug. Just as he stepped out of the closet, the front door opened and 'Doctor', a man in his late fifties and grandfather's private physician in San Antonio, stepped in with an assistant holding his bag. A scruffy looking late 40s man, oozing sex appeal and agility. He was one of Grandfather's bitches and still gets summoned once in a while. He was one of the few The Demonic hand picked and groomed to be loyal to him. A slave who would kill himself to please his master. Disarming, yet lethal. One of the b
WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS: TORTURE!In the red room, worn out from the previous night's activities, Ben was fast asleep. Rolph walked to the bed and stared at the boy. There was 'cum' milk all over Ben's body. He had 'cum' several times before morning even though he couldn't touch himself. Some of the fresher stuff had hints of blood in them. He was sapped and paler than when he came in. Rolph unchained him from the bed and removed his collar. He carried Ben into the bathroom where he lowered him into the bath and sponged him. After cleaning and sterilizing the boy, Rolph towel dry him with the same he used on Jolanta and carried him to the sex bench in the red room. By now Ben had woken up but too wary to say anything. "Ben?" Rolph called his name to see how alert he was."Mm mm." Ben replied. This seemed to irk Rolph and he hit Ben across the face. "Call me "'Sir!'" He screamed at Ben
WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS: BDSM" I..want..to..'cum'. Please help me. It's ...so painful…"" I am a guy Ben and you are not gay.""Oh...please…" Ben broke down completely." I don't mind. Just let me cum please….I think I..am ...dying."Rolph roared with laughter. He then brought out a tiny key out of the black bag and opened the cock case after unclamping the chastity belt. Ben's rod jumped out at attention. It was vibrating and jerking like a serpent lunging at its prey. Rolph touched it and Ben jerked and gasped. "Aaaah" his waist arced up like he was electrocuted. His rod was in Rolph's face as if begging to be licked. Rolph observed it for a beat. Ben sure had a nice dick. At what looked like 5 inches, it was white in contrast to Ben's suntanned skin, had no foreskin and the tip which should be pink when resting was presently red and glittering with precum.Rolph lik