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Note from Author; This story contains sexual situations and if you're under age or are offended by homo-erotic works, you should probably stop reading now. If you're not, continue reading and please comment. I'll be delighted to hear your opinions and suggestions about it at fullofthoughtguy@gmail.com phunkfactor@gmail.com
For those of you who don't know, you can check him out here http://www.indiamarks.com/wp-content/uploads/Shirtless-ranveer-singh.gif. The other guy can be imagined as to however you imagine him, he isn't an actual real life figure.
A male silhouette hung from the ceilings suspended by thick ropes that connected a bar to his wrists. He wasn't very high, if he extended his feet he knew his toes would touch the ground. He was tempted, but he knew doing so would result in a swift strike on his already tender ass.
The room was completely dark except for the lights from the stars that came through the full length ceiling to floor windows. The client was pacing around his naked figure occasionally twisting his nipple, pulling on his hair and grabbing his ass. Once in a while he would grab and squeeze his cheek forcing his lips into a pucker and forcefully kiss him. He loved those moments. He lived for those moments. It was when he would truly feel connected to one of the hottest males in Bollywood, Mr. Ranveer Singh himself. The man was his thirst and his relief. But sadly he was nothing more than a warm body to the great man he worshipped secretly.
- Earlier That Day*
Ranveer Singh had entered his hotel room smelling of musk and expensive cologne. The night had been long, kind and incomplete. He had been invited to a party thrown by some Bollywood big shot for the launch of his son's career. The party had been great and he had definitely enjoyed himself, however he had not been successful in scoring a body for the night. He got plenty of attention from both genders but he was afraid that they were all too innocent for him and his dirty mind. If he would ask they would most definitely agree at first but only to decline later with odd excuses. He also needed to be careful as not to let his preference come out in the open. His agents and manager feared it would ruin his career. They would make special arrangements so that his needs were met and nobody was wiser.
Ranveer made a quick call to his manager's assistant. The man answered on the first ring, "I need one for tonight", Ranveer declared.
"Very well, Sir", he complied. "Which one do you want?"
"Are the dimensions up to date?", Ranveer questioned.
"We update them every week", the man replied with a tone of pride.
"Good. Send me the one with the strongest arms, and tell him the room is unlocked" on that note he cut the call.
Ranveer hung his coat and was beginning to unbutton his shirt when he decided to leave it on. He buttoned up again and poured himself a drink. A click of the lock signaled that his arrangement had arrived.
"Which one of you is it?", Ranveer asked without turning to look at the man.
"Nikhil", the boy responded. Ranveer's lip parted into a smile.
"What are you wearing?", he asked.
Being a regular Nikhil knew Ranveer wasn't asking about his clothes. "Commando.", he responded. Ranveer's cock twitched in his tight pants. He gulped down the remaining drink and turned around to face the young man. Leaning on the bar, he motioned Nikhil to come closer with a finger.
"I'm in a very naughty mood tonight. I will not tell you what I will be doing to you, but it will be extensive.", Ranveer explained caressing Nikhil's cheek. "If you are willing, remove your clothes and then start removing mine." Ranveer didn't change his posture and looked into Nikhil's eyes with a naughty wink. He set down the glass and let out a sigh, waiting for Nikhil to begin the process.