(Author: I'm Sorry, after a delicious orgasm I fell asleep. It's true) Lol
Edmond told Mounee that he had to leave the house for a while for important business reasons but did not tell him that they were going to be for almost two months that seemed to Mounee an eternity.
He had plenty of time to think: Who was this man really? Would he be married and have a wife and children? His body was being subjected to a real torture not only by the effect of hormones (progesterone in particular) but because he wanted to, he wanted the man with all his strength to the point of squirming many times on the sheets in a kind of Fever of desire. He needed the company of his Macho, his protection and his contact. Some nights, unable to breathe his desolation, he cried and his moans seemed to be heard throughout the house ... that was when he thought he saw a peephole, a spot of light in the darkness: someone was watching him and watching the other side of the door.
Indeed, as Mounee approached to look more closely at what it was, the small hole in the door slammed shut. My God and I've been kidnapped by a dangerous psychopath? I am in a foreign country, I do not dominate his idiona, I do not know anyone. If I disappear, no one will miss me because nobody has told me my whereabouts. Mounee thought about his mother and that city of southern Spain that he hated and lived with his mother lately.
- Mom, I really miss you. I love you so much mom
The house where he lived now was immense, and although Edmond did not show him the rest of the rooms, living rooms, flats, and rooms, Mounee could perceive that it was indeed an elegant and spacious mansion; But he also realized something else: in that mysterious place lived many more people. Sometimes he heard footsteps and voices of different people wandering the halls and upper floors as well as the person in charge of bringing food to the room five times a day. On the wall a compartment was opened through an automatic mechanism and there was a silver tray with all sorts of delicacies, juices and food. In the first days Mounee refused to eat and went on hunger strike, the tray disappeared in that compartment with the dishes intact and untouched. Mounee only drank water and occasionally some juice.
- Mounee Mister, do not be stubborn you should feed properly given your state of pregnancy.
- Who are you? How can I be sure that they do not intend to poison me?
The voice to the other of the door seemed of an old woman and his ring of you was kind and sweet.
"Mounee, Sir Falton would be very sad and angry if he knew that you did not feed. Please do not force us to bind you and feed you by force. It would be very unpleasant for everyone.
- Everybody? Whom you refer to "all"?
The woman on the other side of the door did not answer that question. After a few seconds she said:
- Young gentleman, do not be selfish, please. The decisions you make not only affect you but the being that grows in your gut, do not you understand? Your pregnancy progresses very satisfactorily, you are a healthy and strong boy.
- How do you know that my pregnancy is going well? Has a doctor visited me?
- Yes, young gentleman. You do not have to worry, everything goes as planned, but please feed yourself ...
- When did the doctor visit me? Should I think that you have sedated me with some sedative?
There was no answer to that question either. After a few seconds, the woman spoke again
- Young gentleman, Mr Falton would be very sad if he saw his attitude
"I do not give a shit to Mr. Falton, do not you see that he has abandoned me?"
Edmond told Mounee that he had to leave the house for a while for important business reasons but did not tell him that they were going to be for almost two months that seemed to Mounee an eternity.
He had plenty of time to think: Who was this man really? Would he be married and have a wife and children? His body was being subjected to a real torture not only by the effect of hormones (progesterone in particular) but because he wanted to, he wanted the man with all his strength to the point of squirming many times on the sheets in a kind of Fever of desire. He needed the company of his Macho, his protection and his contact. Some nights, unable to breathe his desolation, he cried and his moans seemed to be heard throughout the house ... that was when he thought he saw a peephole, a spot of light in the darkness: someone was watching him and watching the other side of the door.
Indeed, as Mounee approached to look more closely at what it was, the small hole in the door slammed shut. My God and I've been kidnapped by a dangerous psychopath? I am in a foreign country, I do not dominate his idiona, I do not know anyone. If I disappear, no one will miss me because nobody has told me my whereabouts. Mounee thought about his mother and that city of southern Spain that he hated and lived with his mother lately.
- Mom, I really miss you. I love you so much mom
The house where he lived now was immense, and although Edmond did not show him the rest of the rooms, living rooms, flats, and rooms, Mounee could perceive that it was indeed an elegant and spacious mansion; But he also realized something else: in that mysterious place lived many more people. Sometimes he heard footsteps and voices of different people wandering the halls and upper floors as well as the person in charge of bringing food to the room five times a day. On the wall a compartment was opened through an automatic mechanism and there was a silver tray with all sorts of delicacies, juices and food. In the first days Mounee refused to eat and went on hunger strike, the tray disappeared in that compartment with the dishes intact and untouched. Mounee only drank water and occasionally some juice.
- Mounee Mister, do not be stubborn you should feed properly given your state of pregnancy.
- Who are you? How can I be sure that they do not intend to poison me?
The voice to the other of the door seemed of an old woman and his ring of you was kind and sweet.
"Mounee, Sir Falton would be very sad and angry if he knew that you did not feed. Please do not force us to bind you and feed you by force. It would be very unpleasant for everyone.
- Everybody? Whom you refer to "all"?
The woman on the other side of the door did not answer that question. After a few seconds she said:
- Young gentleman, do not be selfish, please. The decisions you make not only affect you but the being that grows in your gut, do not you understand? Your pregnancy progresses very satisfactorily, you are a healthy and strong boy.
- How do you know that my pregnancy is going well? Has a doctor visited me?
- Yes, young gentleman. You do not have to worry, everything goes as planned, but please feed yourself ...
- When did the doctor visit me? Should I think that you have sedated me with some sedative?
There was no answer to that question either. After a few seconds, the woman spoke again
- Young gentleman, Mr Falton would be very sad if he saw his attitude
"I do not give a shit to Mr. Falton, do not you see that he has abandoned me?"