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Khamzat Chimaev is a wealthy and highly respected Chechen businessman. Life is good: his ventures are thriving, large sums of money flow into his accounts monthly, and he enjoys every comfort—warm in the winter, cool in the summer, and never missing a meal.
Recently, however, he made a deal with Arthur Tsarukyan, the son of an Armenian construction billionaire. Unfortunately for Arthur, he tried to swindle the wrong man by failing to uphold his end of the contract. Khamzat, predictably irritated, hired some men from a dubious website to kidnap Arthur’s younger sister as leverage.
Today, he was headed to the warehouse where the girl was being held. He pulled up in his G-Wagon and climbed out, scanning the area. It was silent—a perfect spot for a sequestration, he mused. He walked into the main building, and the men he had hired stood up to greet him. "Ah, good morning, Mr. Chimaev."
"Morning. Everything is in order, I hope?" Khamzat asked, his voice impatient. He wanted his money as soon as possible; after all, time is money.
One of the men approached him confidently. "Yes, all good. He gave us a bit of a hard time, but we successfully captured Arthur Tsarukyan’s younger brother."
Khamzat’s face fell instantly. His expression hardened, and he exclaimed in a stunned, hollow tone, "Arthur Tsarukyan’s brother!?"
A second man stepped forward. "Yes, absolutely. He matched the description you gave us perfectly."
Khamzat closed his eyes, let out a frustrated groan, and opened them again, his voice dropping to a low, grave tone. "Show him to me."
The first man gestured for another to bring out the hostage. He returned shortly with a man wearing loose blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black fabric bag over his head. Khamzat pinched the bridge of his nose. Damn amateurs, he thought.
"Take the hood off," he commanded. The man removed the bag, and the young man blinked repeatedly, adjusting to the sudden light.
The first man spoke up again, "You said brunette, big brown eyes, long hair, and tanned complexion. That’s the description."
"Oh my god," Khamzat murmured to himself. The man wasn't wrong. The more Khamzat looked at the boy, the more he matched the description—the large brown eyes, the hair longer than average, and the mouth. Khamzat fixed his gaze on the boy’s lips; they were full and naturally red. He gritted his teeth and looked away.
He pulled his wallet from his pocket and asked nonchalantly, "How much did we agree on? Is 10,000€ enough?"
The man hurried to nod. "Yes, yes, that’ll do."
Khamzat handed over the cash. "Disappear now. If you talk, it’ll be you ending up in his place."
The men nodded and left, leaving Khamzat alone with the young man, who was still tied up, hands behind his back. Khamzat walked toward him, towering over the boy. He flashed a wry smirk. "What’s your name?"
The boy glared at him before snapping back in a raspy voice, "Arman."
Khamzat grinned broadly. "Well, listen closely, Arman. Your brother Arthur owes me money, and until he pays, you’re going to be staying with me."
Arman frowned, looking infuriated. "I have nothing to do with my brother. Kidnap him, not me!"
Frrrrr
Khamzat calmed the young man by tapping his cheek. "Yes, I know. But as an older brother, one is always ready to pay for their siblings."
Arman looked at him with a sad gaze, head dropping. "I doubt he’d agree to pay for me."
Khamzat stopped tapping his cheek and stepped back to look him over. He looked like his brother, but their eyes were completely different; Arthur had the look of a schemer, while his little brother had a look of profound sadness.
Khamzat raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Is this where you perform your 'abused hamster' routine?"
Arman snapped his head up so fast Khamzat wondered how he hadn't broken his neck. He looked at Khamzat with a mix of surprise and confusion. "What?! What kind of routine are you talking about!?"
Khamzat placed his hands on his hips, tired of the situation. "Listen, in every movie, at some point, the kidnapped person does a little routine to try and soften the kidnapper. This is your moment."
Arman’s brow furrowed. Great, he thought. His day had started poorly with the kidnapping, and now he realized his brother Arthur had made a deal with a complete lunatic. He sighed with weariness; he knew Arthur wouldn't pay or come for him—Arthur saw him as a rival for their father’s inheritance. Arman didn't have a single card to play, so he decided to play along. If he could make Arthur pay in the process, that would be the cherry on top.
"Fine, okay... that didn't work, but please, let me go," Arman pleaded.
Khamzat raised an eyebrow, amused. "There, that’s more typical for a kidnapping victim," he replied, his voice louder.
This man is truly insane, Arman thought, desperate to find a way out.
"Send a photo of me to my brother so he pays the ransom as fast as possible," Arman said, feigning a tremble in his voice.
Khamzat approached him and grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing Arman’s neck into an uncomfortable angle. Arman whimpered in pain, but Khamzat didn't loosen his grip.
"Yes, soon, but first you’re going to spend a few days with me," Khamzat said in a low, serious voice.
Arman hard, anxiety creeping in. Khamzat didn't miss the movement of Arman’s Adam's apple, his eyes fixed on the throat with appetite. Still holding Arman’s head, Khamzat pulled out his phone and opened the camera. He held it in front of Arman’s face with a mischievous glint. "Smile for the photo," he said, clicking the shutter repeatedly.
Khamzat released Arman’s head abruptly, and the boy slumped forward. "You're going to send it to him?"
Khamzat beamed, showing him the screen. "It’s already sent. Let's see how long it takes for your brother to save you."
Arman clenched his teeth, staying silent.
Khamzat circled him and grabbed his arm to force him along. Arman stumbled, but Khamzat held him firmly. "Don't you get out of your cage much? Is that why you can't take two steps without falling?"
Arman grimaced. "I know how to walk; you’re the giant who can't walk properly. If you took normal steps, I’d follow you without trouble."
Khamzat shoved him into the passenger seat without ceremony. "Hey, easy, you filthy giant!" Khamzat slammed the door, seriously questioning what he’d gotten himself into.
The drive was mostly silent, except for Arman’s commentary:
"I don't like this music, can you change it?"
"You're driving too fast, the limit is lower here."
"Who wears yellow and green together!?"
"Hmm, you live far from the city..."
Suddenly, Khamzat slammed on the brakes and turned to Arman. He grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close with a deathly stare. "If you keep talking, I’ll leave you right here in the middle of the highway. It’ll take weeks for them to find your decomposing corpse."
Arman scoffed, unimpressed. "Calm down, I was just trying to pass the time."
Khamzat pushed him back against the seat. "Shut up now." Arman sighed, annoyed. His kidnapper was irritating, but he didn't seem to be breaking.
They arrived at a massive house isolated from the city. Arman looked out the window, astonished—his own billionaire family didn't own a house this large. Khamzat got out and started walking toward the entrance. Arman panicked, yelling, "HEEEEY, HEEEY, I'M STILL HERE!"
Khamzat turned at the muffled shouts. Good god, he’d almost forgotten the hostage. He walked back, and Arman was still thrashing and shouting. Khamzat laughed, opening the door.
"If you keep screaming, I’m leaving you there."
Arman immediately fell silent and began to pout.
Khamzat smiled—the little brat might be a handful, but he was cute when he pouted. *I can work with this,* he thought. He led Arman inside, more gently this time.
Arman was stunned by the interior—it was incredibly ornate, filled with vases, paintings, and even a dog sculpture. "I thought you’d have a more minimalist house," he remarked.
Khamzat laughed. "Two minutes! You lasted two whole minutes without talking—a new record!"
Arman pouted, mocking Khamzat’s voice: "Two minutes, you lasted two minutes, gnaa gnaa."
Khamzat loomed over him, pinning the young man against the wall. "Has no one ever taught you to keep your mouth shut?"
Arman, pressed against the wall with Khamzat’s chest against his, couldn't even push him away due to his bound hands. He smiled sarcastically. "No one. Want to try?"
Khamzat smirked, placing a hand on Arman’s throat. "Don't test me, little hamster. You might regret it." He squeezed gently, making Arman moan in discomfort. Khamzat stepped back, proud of the effect he had. "I’ll end up blocking your mouth completely if you keep talking too much."
Arman flashed a playful smile. "I’d like to see that."
Khamzat laughed. "So small and so arrogant. Watch yourself, little hamster—this isn't your usual cage."
Arman’s hair stood on end at the sudden proximity and the heat in Khamzat’s voice, but he maintained his condescending front, smiling back.
That evening, Arman was locked in a large room. It had its own bathroom, an enormous bed, and a wardrobe filled with clothes of unknown origin. Arman was alone; his hands had finally been untied, though the rope marks on his wrists were irritating.
He took the liberty of showering and changing into clothes from the wardrobe. If I'm being sequestered, I might as well make the stay comfortable, he thought, flopping onto the bed.
"It’s comfortable, though."
He was just about to doze off when a thought struck: What am I doing?! I'm being held hostage here, and I'm just drifting off to sleep?!
He jumped up like a cat. He had to find a way out, fast. The room had nothing useful, and the door was locked. He looked at the bed... could he use the sheets to make a rope? He’d seen it in movies. He tore the sheets off, tied the ends into knots, and attached the makeshift rope to the bed frame.
He opened the window and started his descent. He was euphoric, genuinely believing he was getting away. He laughed at the thought of his success, which caused him to stumble and almost lose his grip. He regained his composure and continued down until he was nearly at the end of the sheets, where he spotted a silhouette below—a man in a hoodie, smoking.
"Psst! Pssst!" Arman whispered.
The man turned. Arman climbed down further.
"I need you to catch me when I jump!"
The man crushed his cigarette, put the butt in his pocket, and opened his arms. Arman dropped into them; the man caught him effortlessly. He held Arman so well it actually worried the boy. "You can let me go now, thanks for the help."
"I’ve never seen a hamster escape its cage before," a deep voice rumbled.
Arman wanted to die. He’d asked for help from his own kidnapper. He buried his face in his hands, groaning. "Oh god, just kill me."
Khamzat chuckled. "No need to involve god; if this keeps up, I’ll kill you myself."
Arman tried to scramble away, but Khamzat maneuvered him, pinning his head against the wall. Khamzat pressed his thigh between Arman’s legs to keep him still, his weight pinning the boy. "What am I going to do with you? If this keeps up, I’m tying you to the foot of my bed."
Arman thrashed, screaming, "My father will send men, and my brother too!" His writhing annoyed Khamzat, who ordered him to calm down, but Arman didn't listen. He tried to headbutt Khamzat, who finally lost his patience and gave him a slap on the ass.
Arman went dead silent, stunned. Khamzat smiled with a predatory glint, whispering in his ear, "So that’s what it takes to calm you down? If I’d known, I would have started there."
Arman breathed heavily, the physical struggle mixed with Khamzat’s warm baritone in his ear and the lingering sensation of the spanking proving too much for him.
Khamzat took advantage of Arman’s inertia to run his hand over the boy’s glutes, pinching one of the cheeks. Arman arched forward with a moan, and Khamzat smiled significantly. "Sensitive, little hamster?"
Arman was shocked. Since when do I make those sounds? Since when do I react like this? Get it together, Arman,*he scolded himself. He waited for Khamzat to be distracted by his glutes and threw his head back, headbutting him.
"Ugh, you little bastard," Khamzat groaned, stepping back. Arman turned and lunged, pinning Khamzat to the ground. He tried to strangle him, but Khamzat grabbed his right arm, pulling violently. Arman let go, and Khamzat easily flipped them, reclaiming the top position.
He sat his full weight on Arman’s hips, locking his legs. He held one of Arman’s arms above his head and pulled the other forward, making the boy grunt in discomfort.
"Let me go! You filthy brute!" Arman shouted. He knew the man’s patience was thin.
"Let me go!"
"Help! Someone help me!"
"I'm being held hostage!"
"HELP!"
Arman screamed at the top of his lungs, which was the final straw for Khamzat. He released an arm and clapped his hand over Arman’s mouth to silence him. Arman, determined not to be quieted, licked Khamzat’s palm—but instead of being disgusted, Khamzat took it as an invitation.
Khamzat shoved three fingers deep into Arman’s mouth. Arman choked, his eyes watering, as Khamzat didn't stop, sliding them deeper while caressing Arman’s tongue. Arman began to moan.
"I prefer these kinds of sounds over your annoying screaming," Khamzat said with a grin. Arman tried to stutter something, but it came out as muffled whimpers against Khamzat’s fingers.
"Keep vibrating your throat like that, and I’ll replace my fingers with my cock," Khamzat threatened mischievously.
Arman froze. He felt overwhelmed—the weight of Khamzat, the fingers in his mouth—and he felt himself changing, getting hot. He tried to move his hips, which only succeeded in grinding his groin against Khamzat’s. He bit down on Khamzat’s fingers, hoping to make him stop, but Khamzat just slid his thumb into the corner of his mouth to keep it open.
"If you wanted it this much, you should have just told me, little hamster. I wouldn't have refused a little taste."
Khamzat gripped Arman’s tongue, making him taste him. Arman arched to escape, but Khamzat thrust his hips forward, pinning the boy beneath him. He was aroused—Khamzat loved violence, and a bit of physical confrontation before getting down to business was a massive turn-on. He felt his cock hardening against his pants. He moved Arman’s arm to guide his hand onto his bulge.
"Your brother has to pay his share, but you have to take responsibility for this mess, too."
Arman couldn't speak, but he was flushed, his hand on Khamzat’s cock making it clear that he was aroused too. Khamzat finally removed his fingers, and Arman coughed harshly. Khamzat wiped a smear of saliva from Arman’s cheek onto the boy's lips.
Then, without warning, he leaned in for a brutal kiss. Their teeth clashed, and Khamzat forced his tongue into Arman’s mouth. Arman groaned into the kiss, and Khamzat’s hand slipped under Arman’s sweater, pinching his nipple hard enough to make the boy arch.
Khamzat pulled back, but Arman grabbed his lower lip with his teeth, biting until he drew blood.
Khamzat’s heart raced. Arman had just done the one thing he shouldn't have, and it drove Khamzat wild. He ripped the boy’s sweater off and buried his face in Arman’s throat, biting down. Arman clawed at Khamzat’s hair, trying to pull him off, but Khamzat was relentless, leaving deep, purple marks all over the boy's neck.
He pulled back to admire his masterpiece. Arman’s throat was covered in bruises, and Khamzat licked his lips. He wanted Arman, and he wanted him now. "Move," he commanded. He maneuvered Arman into position, the boy on his hands and knees.
"What?" Arman asked, looking back curiously.
Khamzat grabbed Arman’s chin. "You suck my cock while I get your pretty hole ready for me." He ripped Arman’s pants and boxers down, exposing the boy to the cool air.
"But how are you going to...?" Arman started.
Khamzat gave a playful slap to Arman’s rear. "Take care of my cock, little hamster. I’ll handle the rest."
Arman nodded feverishly, pulling down Khamzat’s clothes to free him. He took the cock in his hand, stunned by its size—thick and long. He swallowed hard. How is he going to fit that in? But he refused to panic. He spit on the head of Khamzat’s cock and smoothed it out. Khamzat thrust his hips forward appreciatively.
"Keep going."
Arman leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before opening his mouth and trying to take him. He choked halfway down, and Khamzat patted his rear.
"Easy, little hamster, no need to be so greedy all at once."
Arman tried to respond, but all he could manage were moans. Khamzat closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Arman’s warm mouth.
"You're prettier silent and choked around my cock. I should probably keep you like this until your brother pays, no?"
Arman pulled away with a wet pop.
"Savor this moment, because it won't last long."
"We'll see," Khamzat chuckled. He parted Arman’s cheeks, catching sight of the entrance. He smiled, tracing the ring of flesh with his thumb, making Arman shiver. He leaned down, pressing his tongue to the entrance.
Arman gasped, nearly choking on Khamzat’s cock again. Khamzat continued to lick and tease, his tongue darting inside the tight entrance. Arman was losing his composure, his head resting to the side, his energy drained, capable of nothing but moaning.
"Aaaghhh," Arman moaned.
Khamzat stopped, and Arman groaned in protest. "No, why did you stop?!"
Khamzat smiled and moved Arman into position. He guided his cock directly to Arman’s entrance. "Descend slowly." Arman gritted his teeth and sank down onto Khamzat in one swift motion, gasping, "Don't tell me what to do!"
Khamzat rolled his eyes and gave Arman a sharp smack. Arman leaned forward over Khamzat’s legs, groaning. "Talk back to me again, and you’ll get another one."
Arman smiled. "As if a few spanks would make me stop." Khamzat raised an eyebrow, delivering a harder slap that made Arman cry out.
He forced Arman to move. He gripped the boy’s wrists, pulling his arms back to arch his chest forward. "Bounce on my cock now."
Arman shook his head, so Khamzat slapped him again—harder this time, making him red. Soon, his glutes were bright red. Khamzat was about to deliver another when Arman’s trembling voice said, "No, please. I can't take any more."
Khamzat delivered one final sting. "You know what you have to do." Arman nodded frantically and began to move up and down on Khamzat.
Arman moaned in pain and pleasure every time he hit the base of Khamzat’s cock. It was so thick he felt it hitting the back of his throat—a sensation he’d never experienced. He wasn't moving fast enough for Khamzat, who grabbed his waist and forced the rhythm, bouncing the young man like a doll.
Khamzat roared with pleasure. "You’re so good, Arman. I’ll tell your brother you paid the missing sum with your own body."
Arman didn't reply, focusing on not climaxing instantly. Khamzat drove into him violently, and finally, Arman gasped, "I’m going to cum!"
Khamzat drove deep. "Cum for me, Arman."
Arman closed his eyes, biting his lip as he climaxed all over his own chest.
A few thrusts later, Khamzat followed, continuing to fuck Arman for a few more moments. Arman collapsed forward onto Khamzat’s legs.
Khamzat stroked the boy's head. "At least that’ll keep you from talking too much."
He had a discussion to have with Arthur—telling him he’d give him a week to pay, just to have enough time to enjoy this little hamster a bit longer.