Seventeen: Strangely Pleasant

Travis' 

I sat on the bed with my hand resting on my thigh.

My shoulder still hurts a little. That was the least thing I was bothered about though.

My face was glued to my screen. I was looking at the file Sammy sent.

He did a great job retrieving this from the station's archive.

I really do owe him one.

A gentle knock appeared on my door.

I hissed, thinking it was Carlos.

"Who is it?" I asked nevertheless.

The door got opened all of a sudden, revealing a hulk behind it.

I swallowed as his face wore a frown.

What the hell!

Why did he bother knocking if he didn't seek my consent to come in.

"Mr. Alvarez, will like to have a meeting with you." He announced and stepped out.

Mr. Alvarez. He's back? 

I asked myself that question because the hulk had left the room even before I could say a word.

What's going on with them? Why are they returning so early from work?

And Mr. Alvarez had seen me earlier today. I wonder what other audience he is looking for?

Damn it! I swear I'm weak right now. If he's trying to get into my pants I'll...

BAM!!!

The sound erupted from out the door.

It seems the hulk didn't exactly leave, but was waiting for me outside.

I swallowed, a little bit scared. Could Mr. Alvarez want to get rid of me?

Why would he send his bodyguard to wait for me.

"Hurry up!" He yelled behind the opened door.

"Yeah! I'm coming." I squint and stood up from the bed quickly.

There was no time to change my clothes, this call seem to be urgent.

We were at the lobby, just a long step to Mr. Alvarez's room before the bodyguard stopped.

Saliva washed down my throat.

"Why...why are we stopping?" My voice trembled, while I looked around. My fist clenched in anticipation.

My breath felt heavy. 

"Keep going, I'll stand and keep watch to make sure no one spots you going in." He replied and turned around to watch.

That was a smart move by Mr. Alvarez, he didn't want his son to spot me I guess.

I bet his son doesn't know he's into men like himself.

Pathetic.

I can't wait to crumble his precious empire.

Make him and his son feed from the dust and beg for mercy.

He turned my enemy the day he free his son from the station.

He should have been jailed for his crime.

I exhaled deeply before opening the door.

The door's knob was made from original gold.

Nice! I admired it, closing the door behind me.

There's no way anyone saw me get in with the bodyguard in check.

Mr. Alvarez's room is seated in a different corner of the apartment.

It's far away from the other rooms. You'll have to take another separate turn to get there.

I got into his room and I was awe.

His room is the size of my entire house.

Oh my goodness! It's massive.

I don't seem to see Mr. Alvarez in the room anywhere yet?

Where could he be? I asked myself.

Moving forward, I called his name.

There was no reply from him.

I stopped before his gigantic bed and irked at the used condoms on the bed.

He must be certainly addicted to sex. That was a confirmation.

I hope I'm not being called for the same purpose.

I've been through this family's shit all in one week.

There's no single female in the mansion.

This man has plenty of men to fuck with.

I bet I'm just another toy he can play with.

I won't forget what he said on the first day though. He said he hasn't tasted anyone sweeter before.

This gives me a higher advantage than the other men.

I made my way to his bathroom, since he was obviously not in his room.

He was in there, seated in the tub filled with soapy water.

He had a glass of red wine in his hand which he stirred.

Something else was awkward. He seemed to be emitting faint moans.

I watched his knees that were out of the water and spread apart.

Is someone inside there?

"Travis." He called my name. His voice was ever cold, but had a note of softness in it this time around. 

It sounded like familiarity.

"Mr. Alvarez." I called back.

He hummed, lowering his knees into the water as a man's head popped out.

The man's breath was heavy, he must have been in the water for some time.

He beckoned to the man to leave us.

I recognized that man.

He's one of the chef that served me dessert on my first day in the mansion.

As old man like him should be retired and having his wife take care of him.

He'd be in his 50s I assumed. Judging from the few wrinkles and weak voice he exhibited.

The man grabbed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Every worker in this house is Mr. Alvarez puppet.

I bet most of them submit to pleasuring him against their will.

I held my shoulder with my hand, just in case he has intentions of me feeling the man's space.

"How's your shoulder?" He asked, showing no emotions on his face.

In fact, his eyes were glued to his screen.

"It still hurts a little." I replied, stealing a quick frown at him.

He stands up from the tub. The water rushing down his body.

I swallowed, pretending no to be taken away by his erection.

I remembered the haptic touch of his mouth engulfing mine. It was undeniably pleasurable.

I wonder what it's like being the sucker? 

Do they feel the same pleasure?

"Here, dry me up." He tossed a towel to my face.

I took the towel and moved closer, leaving only an inch between us.

I placed the towel on his head and started cleaning his wet fallen hair.

How I want to strangle him in the softness of the towel.

"Uh..." I paused, recalculating what I wanted to say.

I don't think I should say it.

"Say it!" He snapped, like one who has just searched through my mind.

"Well, if you insist." I answered and then took a deep breath.

"Don't you think the man earlier is too old to pleasure you?" I said, while cleaning his chest.

"Someone is jealous." Mr. Alvarez teased.

I spotted a corner smile on his cheek.

Is this for real?

Mr. Alvarez is pleased that I'm speaking like one who is jealous?

"No way...me, I'm not jealous." I defended immediately.

"Well, I'm I to old for you?" He asked, holding the towel firm as I was about to hold his rod.