All My Dreams Pass Before My Eyes - 31. Chapter 31 Zugou de

November.

As the weeks passed, Apollo saw less and less of Amir. The weeks seemed to roll by, one listless day after another. Once in awhile, Amir would send for him. Increasingly, he had a hard time getting it up or even getting off. Mostly, he was content to just suck Apollo’s cock down his throat.

Apollo was awakened in the middle of the night or early in the morning on occasion when Ebony could sneak away. She’d crawl into bed with him, slip down between his legs, and swallow him. At the end, she would grind her hips into his to get herself off, afterward giving him a plucky little kiss on the lips.

“Habibi, what are you thinking?”

Omar sat down next to him, leaning forward with his forearms on the table. He didn’t really have to ask. He knew. Apollo had been hinting around about it for weeks.

“I will state this as plainly as I can. Amir owns you. He paid to own you. You will remain with us until Amir has no further use for you.”

“I have someone special. You know, back home.”

More and more, Apollo’s thoughts had been on Carey. He’d be in his fourth year of college by now. Does he have someone special in his life? His heart hurt even thinking about that possibility.

“That is very nice. But, leave here without our consent and you will watch your friend as he dies. And then you will die, too.”

Omar brought his hand up to scratch an itch on his nose. As he did, Apollo flinched, afraid he was about to get hit.

“I am thinking you know what I say to be true,” Omar cackled.

Later that day, one of the tunic adorned servants directed Apollo to the home’s large gym. A surfer dude, long curly dirty blond hair on one side of his head à la Kenny G, shaved close on the other side of the head, greeted him.

“Hey, I’m Luke,” he said with a smile and a hand shake. “Omar thinks you’re getting a little soft. How about if we tighten you up a bit?”

No question, Apollo thought. He had been feeling pretty mushy lately, sort of giving in to laying on a lounge chair most of the time.

On a daily basis, he met with Luke. It was more than a pleasant experience. Floor to ceiling glass walls on two sides, views to the beach and ocean, the gym was filled with latest shiny equipment.

Luke was a world class trainer and pretty damn hot, to boot. Probably close to six feet, tanned body and ripped. Chiseled features. Their easy conversation revealed that, indeed, he was a surfer dude. He lived for the board and the beach.

About a month later, Omar came to his room.

“Take off your clothes and follow me.”

Obediently, he got naked, following Omar down to the living room. Amir sat slouched back in a deeply cushioned sofa.

“Come here.”

When Apollo reached him, Amir pulled his head down, giving him a deep opened mouth kiss.

“I’ve missed you.”

Without thinking, Apollo smirked, then instantly regretted it. But Amir just looked up at him. I just love this boy’s attitude, he thought. He felt himself starting to get hard.

“I have a gift for you. Did you know it was Christmas?”

Apollo just shook his head. He’d lost track of the days.

He heard a door close behind him. Turning, he saw Luke. Also naked. Apollo had actually never thought of him in this way but, now confronted, he realized how very sexy he was. His body revealed no tan lines, a pleasing light shade of brown. A smooth hairless chest, a pretty healthy bush, and blond curly hair on his legs. He was already hard, a respectable six inches plus, smooth and pink.

With a squirrelly smile, he walked over to Apollo, put his hands on his hips, and turned him slightly so that they faced each other. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, taking Apollo’s limp dick in one hand. Holding it out and up, Luke brought his tongue out and licked the underside of his shaft from his balls to the tip of his head. Apollo groaned as he threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut. It had been a long time, too long, he guessed. The blood rushed to his cock. He’d never been sucked off like this before. It wasn’t so much the sucking as it was the tongue worship. His hips thrust softly forward and back.

Luke couldn’t help smiling even as he licked and alternately sucked on Apollo’s cock. He’d wanted to go down on this guy since day one. Have mouth, will travel. His own little personal motto. He loved, loved, loved, oral sex. Men and women, old and young, it didn’t matter. One of his girl friends had confided in him. In her circle, Luke was known as Deep Dive. His record: three in one day. A girl on the beach, one of his MILF clients, and a guy he picked up at a bar. He was celebrating his twenty-first. Happy Birthday, young man!

When Apollo came, it wasn’t a rifle shot. It was more like syrup pouring out of a bottle. A long continuous stream of milky cum that covered the top of Luke’s fist. As the show had unfolded, Amir slowly slumped on his side, supported by one of the cushy pillows. Eyes glazed and hooded, as if in a trance. As Apollo’s orgasm flowed, he joined Luke on the floor, grabbing both cock and fist, lapping the spunk up as if it was melting ice cream.

After Amir finished, he sat back on his haunches.

Looking up at a still gasping Apollo he said, “Merry Christmas!”

***

January.

“What is the point?”

Omar just glared at him.

Once again, Amir had disappeared for several days. That is, until yesterday.

“C’mon. What do I havta do to get out of here?”

Omar smirked. I can think of something. Praise Allah! The vision of his lips wrapped around Apollo’s exquisite cock. What it must taste like! But, then, faced with burning for eternity in Hell?

“As I have previously stated, you serve at the behest of my boss for as long as he wishes.” Omar leered at Apollo.

Apollo gave him a look of disgust. He just walked away.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Omar called after him.

Not stopping, Apollo just lifted his hand in a middle-fingered salute.

A couple of days ago. He was walking down the hallway when the door to Amir’s bedroom bumped open. In an instant, he was face-to-face with a beautiful boy. Asian, probably Chinese, skinny, thin boy arms and legs, hair long on top, shaved on the sides. He wore a t-shirt and bike shorts, bare feet.

They just looked at each other for a few moments. Apollo finally smirked and turned to walk away.

Okay. Now he got it. Amir’s attention had turned elsewhere. In an instant, Apollo felt a ripple in his dick. An image of that boy, his knees pulled up to his chest, his ass open, flashed in his mind. Maybe he was of age. Who knows? Asians were always hard to figure.

They all got together for dinner later. Amir held court, sitting at the head of the table. Apollo to his left. The boy opposite. And, for good measure, another boy, sitting next to him.

This one, completely different looking. Long dirty blond hair, messy and stringy, past his shoulders. Blue eyes, a long skinny nose, long face, sunken cheeks, pale skin. Maybe eighteen, if that. He wore a faded t-shirt. When Apollo looked at him, he saw his own face somehow reflected back. The resemblance was uncanny.

The women, Amir’s wives, were being served in a different dining room.

“This is Jie and that’s Brodie,” Amir said, chewing on his prime rib, using his knife as a pointer.

Apollo just looked blankly across at them. Jie stared back, his hands in his lap. Brodie must have been famished. He tore into the prime rib, potatoes, and green beans like there was no tomorrow. Gulping his milk, he let out an enormous belch.

“Sorry,” he said, in a high giggle. Without another word, he kept shoveling it in.

For the rest of the meal, hardly another word was said. The only sounds came from the clinking of silverware on china and the sound of water and milk being refilled into crystal stemware. Amir sipped on a glass of wine.

“Stand!” Omar barked. After the dishes were cleared, he appeared from out of nowhere to make his command. The three of them stood immediately by their chairs. Amir sat slumped in his own chair, appearing somewhat tired.

“Tomorrow, I think we spend at the pool.” Without another word, he got up and left the room.

Apollo wore the most conservative swimsuit he owned. Baggy legged board shorts, long, almost to his knees. He smirked when he saw the two boys. Brodie wore a pair of hot pink Speedo’s that barely covered his narrow ass. Scars on his back and faded bruises on his arms and chest hinted at his recent past. Jie’s outfit consisted of a bright blue onesie, sleeveless, also cut high on his hips. The outline of his thin dick was obvious.

Amir seemed to be in a light hearted mood. He playfully threw Jie into the pool, jumping in after him. Jie let himself be carried around in the water while Amir planted little kisses on his cheeks and lips. He whispered into Jie’s ear, making him giggle periodically.

Brodie slipped into the shallow end, going to a corner of the pool. He sat with his back to the corner, his arms up on either side wall.

Apollo observed the scene from a chaise lounge as he sipped a lemonade, his eyes shielded by a pair of Ray-Bans.

“Where did those two come from?” Apollo had asked Omar earlier in the morning.

“They’re two of the Lost Boys,” Omar shrugged.

“What?”

“You know. Peter Pan.”

What Omar failed to explain was that the Lost Boys was a secretive group that pimped out twinks, kids who were supposedly eighteen or over but usually looked younger. They picked up or lured homeless or vulnerable guys into their lair, got them under their control, and whored them out for the pleasure of both men and women. It beat cruising the streets. A text followed by a response with a few pictures and Amir’s choices were made. $250 an hour or $2000 a day. For two boys, they cut Amir a deal, not that he needed one or even asked for one. $3750 a day. This was the second day.

He knew it was coming. It was inevitable.

After whispering something in Jie’s ear as he looked at Apollo, Amir boosted him up on the pool deck. Grabbing a towel to wipe his face, he walked over to where Apollo was lounging.

“Get up.”

Apollo sighed as he complied.

“Off.”

A look of revulsion on his face, Apollo loosened the tie on the front of his swimsuit, shrugged it off of his hips, and let it fall to his ankles. His limp member bounced out.

“Come here, Jie.”

Dutifully, the boy sauntered over, his eyes averted even though he was well aware of the state Apollo was now in.

“You can take it in your hand,” Amir said, a smile slowly forming on his face.

When Jie hesitated, Amir took his wrist, guiding his hand toward Apollo’s cock. He softly pushed it until Jie wrapped his fingers around it.

Apollo groaned. He couldn’t help it. Jie’s touch was so soft, so sweet. He felt himself stiffening.

“Oh-h-h,” Jie half whispered, half rasped as he glanced down.

“Lick,” Amir ordered.

Jie dropped to his knees, his fingers still wrapped around Apollo’s now thick, throbbing cock. Instead of taking it in his mouth, Jie turned his head to the side and licked underneath, his tongue flicking around Apollo’s balls.

Amir smirked as he looked over at Brodie, still lazing in the corner of the pool. He beckoned him over with a curled finger. He obediently pulled himself out of the water and walked over. Amir looked down at Brodie’s Speedos. A silent message. Brodie shrugged as he tugged them off.

Apollo glanced at Brodie’s now exposed hips and his half hard pencil dick. Smooth and hairless. A switch turned on in Apollo’s brain almost as if an unknown force had taken over. He thrust his hips forward as Jie swallowed his painfully hard cock.

Amir grabbed Brodie, boosting him up on a nearby table, pushing him back on his elbows and spreading his legs. Brodie’s brownish pink butthole appeared as he forced his knees up to his chest.

“No,” Apollo said almost in a whisper, shaking his head.

With a chuckle, Amir said firmly, “I say, yes.”

He pulled Apollo away from Jie, a pop coming from his mouth as Apollo’s cock was pulled out of it. Grabbing his forearm, he led Apollo over to a now waiting Brodie.

Apollo shook his head. This couldn’t be happening. But, he couldn’t help himself. Amir pushed him forward, his cock now brushing against Brodie’s asshole. The boy must have somehow been ready. Some pressure against Brodie’s anus. Then, his cock just slipped in. Tight, for sure, but accepting.

“Ah-h-h-h.” A soft rasp, first a pained look on his face, then a blank almost disconnected expression. He gazed up at Apollo.

Knees pulled back to his chest, his feet raised over his head. Apollo ran his hands along the smooth, slightly moist skin of the backs of Brodie’s thighs. He began a rhythmic thrusting back and forth.

Somehow, he had the presence of mind to pull back just in time. Buckets of cum poured over Brodie’s balls, dick, and stomach. The spasms continued for several seconds after which he shuddered, in relief, but mostly in disgust. Even though he was numb, his mind told him he’d reached rock bottom.

Amir set Jie to work on licking the jizz off of Brodie’s stomach and genitals. The kid threw his hands and arms over his head as he turned his head to the side with a sigh.

Apollo turned and dove into the pool, quickly swimming to the other side. He boosted himself out and, without a glance behind him, walked dripping and naked into the house.

A long hot shower. Mad, nauseated, and forlorn. This was no life. He knew where he wanted to be, where there was a life to be had. The vague notion of an escape plan had been in his mind for months. It was now or never.

***

The next day.

Watching Apollo walk away from him a couple of days ago, middle finger raised, Omar knew the situation would have to be addressed.

This morning, he knocked on the door to Amir’s bedroom. Entering, he found Amir lounging on the bed, a towel pulled across his lap. Jie sat with his back against the bed’s headboard, completely naked. Brodie had been released, returned rather, to the Lost Boys earlier in the morning.

“Boss, I think we need to talk about Apollo.” A brief conversation followed.

“Do what you need to do. I’m not done with him.” A pause. “Yet,” Amir said firmly.

A few minutes later.

“We need to lock him into his room at night.” Omar explained the situation.

Deng leaned back in his chair, arms folded.

“You’re fucking kidding, right?”

“No-o-o-o!”

A high squealed giggle following by a brutal shot with his fist, hitting Deng squarely in the solar plexus. He fell back, his head hitting the floor hard. He saw stars. Gasping for breath, he coughed uncontrollably.

“Get it done. By tomorrow.”

Omar glared at Deng as he left the security shack.

He lay there for several minutes, staring up at the ceiling. Deng was still in the chair, his legs raised above him as he tried to clear his head and deal with the pain. As the world slowly came back into focus, he realized Omar had practically killed him. The combination of the blow to his head and having the wind knocked out of him made him feel like he was on the precipice between life and death.

One final cough and he rolled out of the chair onto his knees.

“Zugou de,” He said out loud. Enough.

***

Two o’clock in the morning. The windows in his room were locked. Or, so they thought. Weeks ago, Apollo had jimmied the lock open on the corner window in preparation for this eventuality. And, now it was time.

Swinging his legs through the window, he dropped softly onto the slanted roof. Quickly making his way to the corner, he was able to slide down a standpipe running to the ground. Climbing some vines growing along the fence, he hoisted himself over. In less than a minute, he was out on the road.

Ducking against walls and behind trees to avoid being seen by the headlights of the few vehicles out at this hour, he half walked, half jogged until he reached a Ralph’s Super Market. Open 24 hours. Trip to an ATM, purchase of a burner phone, Uber app downloaded, and by four, he was on his way to board a Greyhound bus at Union Station in LA.