After thinking it through, he asked, "How much does she owe you?"
He doesn't know if the fat man is lying or not, but he needs to check it with his mom first before he can make any decisions. If it turned out to be true, then he doesn't know what he would do.
The fat man looked at him, his eyes still continuing to drift over him slowly. Silas lowered his eyes, and his eyes turned completely wide with disgust and astonishment.
The fat man's lower pants held a bulge, showing his aroused state. Silas felt completely disgusted, and he almost wanted to take a step back, and he asked in a strained voice, "How much does she own you?"
The fat, greasy man said in a low voice, but his words were filled with lust, and his hands went down to his pants, covering over his bulge with no shame. His hands went over and back and over like a sex addict.
Silas turned away and couldn't watch anymore.
Silas was about to turn around and leave. There was no way in hell he was staying and watching. Fuck it.
Before he could leave, he heard the fat man's deep, low, husky voice, "Don't leave yet. Let me think. Oh yes. She owes me six hundred dollars."
Silas felt his heart jump in despair, like he was told he lost his house. Heck, his home even cost around that much. He doesn't have that kind of money.
He asked, but he had a feeling that the fat man was going to ask for a crazy payment. His body. He's seen the way the fat man looks at him with his disgusting eyes.
"I don't have that kind of money. I will have to come back later, and I should come up with something."
The fat man laughed so hard in a deep, husky voice, then he moaned in loud pleasure, and Silas heard him say, "What a liar you are, just like your mother, and you have an awesome body with lean muscles. You will make do."
Silas sneered at the man and said, "Sorry, you're not my type. I'm not giving my body in repayment."
Silas continued walking and pulled on the door with the intent to leave, but he heard a couple of footsteps echoing in the room like a clap of thunder, and without any warning or words, Silas was grabbed backward by his arms, and he tried to pull away.
Silas looked back and saw other men in the room he'd never seen before, and some of them were clothed in black clothes, but he knew it was one of the fat man's people. Silas tried to pull away from them, but it was useless.
It was like fighting against fate, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get himself, especially his arms, freed. They held him firmly, and it took more than two guys to drag him in front of the fat man.
Before he could prepare himself, they pushed him to his knees, and one of them gripped his hair tightly with a powerful vise, and Silas felt his heart pounding in fear and dread. He looked at the fat man with a hate-filled gaze, and he said with a sneer, "What? Don't tell me you're going to have me held down so you can feel me down."
The fat man grinned at him like he wasn't insulted by him, and he said with an ugly face, "Hmm. That's not a bad idea. And this might teach your mother not to make promises she can't keep."
Silas watched the fat man's eyes turn to one of the lackeys, and he said in a calm voice, like he's not about to assault someone. "Keep him still."
Silas tried to fight back with everything; it was useless. He tried to use his hands and nails to claw their skin blood red. Yet, one of the men was scratched badly and started bleeding on the arms.
He formed his hands into a fist and threw out a punch. Silas felt his left eye explode like burning fire, and he almost felt his vision turn dark and blurry. His entire head felt so dizzy, and he almost couldn't stand still.
His left eye ached so badly from the blow, and he felt a large, greasy hand on his face. He knew it was the fat man's doing. He tried to move his head away, but the fat man held his face with a tight grip.
Then the fat man's greasy hand began stroking his cheeks, and Silas felt a wave of shudder and disgust down his spine. Disgusting and revolting.
The hand went over to his neck, and he saw through his eyes that the fat man began panting in excitement, his huge belly sticking out. Silas began to tremble with fear when he saw the fat man had reached to unzip his pants, and his hand went inside his pants.
The fat man said with a deep gravel voice, "Once I'm finished with him, you can do whatever you want with you."
Silas never felt dirtier than a dog, and he knew he needed to do something or he'd never heal from this. He begged, internally trapped in his mind, for anyone to come, anyone to put a stop to this madness.
The fat man took out his huge, fatty dick that looked long, about the size of a water bottle, and his hands wrapped around his hairy, stinky dick like he couldn't take it anymore.
Then Silas felt his face being tugged upwards, and he saw the fat man's grinning evil face, and Silas didn't think about his actions; he spat in the fat man's face!
His action recently was born out of desperation and fear, and he would rather take a beating any time of day than be sexually assaulted or raped. The fat man was astonished by the spit on his face; a huge glob of spit hung on his cheeks.
The hand that was on his cheeks went to wipe the spit away, and the fat man smiled, but there wasn't any mirth in his eyes. His eyes flashed with fury, and without warning, he slapped Silas on his scarred left cheek hard. The minions held his arms tightly, not letting him go.
Silas felt faint from blows on his body, and he saw the fat man was still intent on making him do the blowjob, and without thinking, he thought of the beautiful vampire last night. He really wished she was here. More than ever.
Please! I need you!