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There is no way I’ll be able to convince Eli to just go back to Vegas without me, though. No. If I refuse, he’ll either choke me out and drag me or…he’ll tell my father where I am, and he’ll send an army after me. An army that might kill everyone in town just to get to me.
God, I hate him!
I feel so disgusting for begging the sick bastard for anything, much less his body parts last night. But I did. I vaguely remember screaming his name, begging him not to stop.
An hour later, I’m showered and feeling a tiny bit better while staring at the video of Jordan. He suddenly moves, lifting his head because he’s no longer alone.
An hour.
That's how far away Eli took Jordan from Rockland. Unless he went somewhere else first.
But unfortunately, there's nothing in the background to give away where he’s holding him. Sheets of black plastic cover all the walls around Jordan so there are no windows to reveal where he’s at or any artwork on the walls.
I watch nervously as Eli grabs the man on the floor, dragging him out of the camera’s view. When he returns into the frame, he approaches Jordan, making me wonder what he might do to him. He agreed not to hurt him, but I don’t trust him.
Eli knows he could do anything he wanted to Jordan and there’s nothing I can do about it. Not really. I can refuse him tonight, but even that may not stop him.
What Eli actually does is the very last thing I expected.
Eli stands between Jordan’s legs, then leans over to grab the top of Jordan's hair harshly to pull his head up and…kiss him?
Oh, Eli is definitely kissing the man I love. And I know without a doubt that after all the times he went down on me that the scent of my arousal is still lingering in Eli’s facial hair.
I know because it was evident when he kissed me goodbye before leaving.
Does Jordan notice? Neither of the men break apart to say a word as they just keep kissing. Unless Jordan has no choice…
He wouldn’twantto kiss another man, the same man who kidnapped him, would he?
I want to yell at Jordan to bite off Eli’s tongue or turn his head away, resisting the asshole’s mouth.
But I didn’t turn away last night.
And I never expected Jordan to seem so at ease with another man’s lips and tongue meeting his.
From the profile view, I get to see when Eli slides his hand down to Jordan’s penis that’s gotten long and hard and starts to stroke it.
Oh my god.
Jordan is definitely hard. He likes being touched by Eli?
Did Eli drug him?
Is Jordan just playing along because he thinks he can get on Eli’s good side and convince him to let him go? That sort of shit won’t ever work on the evil bastard.
Eventually, Eli drops to his knees between Jordan’s legs hanging over the table edge and takes Jordan into his mouth. But only for a few seconds.
When he stands up again, it’s clear that Eli is laughing, even if I can’t hear it. With one last slap to Jordan’s erection, Eli just walks away, out of frame. Jordan’s eyes follow him. I don’t need to zoom in to see the need filling them, but I do.
Time passes. It becomes obvious that Eli isn’t going to come back and keep going, Jordan tries to reach down but his chains aren’t long enough to take himself in his hand.
Seeming frustrated, he lays his head back on the table and stares up at the ceiling, but not at the camera, never at the camera, as if…he doesn’t know it’s there.
I watch as his cock jerks several times, as if seeking a hand or mouth before deflating, losing some of its enthusiasm.
About an hour passes. Just when it looks like Jordan has given up and almost fallen sleep, Eli returns to the room, but walks right past Jordan. He returns again about fifteen minutes later completely naked now, his skin glistening as if damp, like he just showered. Bending over him, he plants his hands beside Jordan’s head and kisses him slowly, leisurely, as if they have all the time in the world. Then he takes his fully hard cock into his hand before kneeling, sucking him for a little longer before leaving Jordan literally hanging.
By this point, Jordan is clearly growing more frustrated. Desperate. His mouth moves as if swearing, then his jaw clenches as he slams his head back again and again on the table in frustration.
