Sasha Marin sat and stared at the six men around him. Each of them were either laughing, drinking beer, or watching some television. They didn't seem to care much what Sasha was doing, even though he was their prisoner. Then again, the skinny, five foot two brunette was no match for the six muscle bound giants around him.
Sasha Marin was the only son of Vladmir Marin, a member of a Russian terrorist organization that threatened to bomb several cities in several countries. The six men had arrived to arrest Vladmir in his own home, but he managed to escape them with his wife, but he left his only son behind. The men took Sasha to a safe house where the men were celebrating before planning their next move.
Vladmir met Sasha's mother, Mary Rivers, in the US twenty years ago. Twenty year old Mary was a secretary for a man whom Vladmir was doing business with. The two eventually started hooking up whenever Vladmir would make visits. And after a year, Vladmir found out that Mary was pregnant. Unsure of the situation, Vladmir kept his distance. Sasha was born without his father. Eventually, Vladmir married Mary and brought her and Sasha to Russia. Sasha hated his father. His father abused him from a young age, and his mother was abused too if she ever tried to step in. And if his father knew the truth about what Sasha and his bodyguard did, he would probably kill them both.
Sasha stared back at the men. All of them were still wearing their army fatigues and tags. Throughout his life, he'd learned to be an observer, mostly to avoid beatings from his father. So far, he'd gathered many details about each of the men around him.
The leader was a grey haired man in his mid 40s with brown eyes named Abraham Allen. Allen was easily the biggest of the men, muscle wise. He also had a bushy grey beard. He was married to a woman named Cynthia and had two daughters, Kelly and Grace. He could easily be seen as the leader of the group. Allen had such a commanding presence and a loud, boisterous personality that it was hard not too.
Sitting next to him was his close friend, Armando Martinez. Armando was a large man, only a little shorter than Abraham, and about as muscular. He had these amazing brown eyes and short, black hair that Martinez took some effort in up keeping. Like Allen, he had a beard, only his was black, not gray. He seemed to be around 30 years old. He was also a single man, with no children. Sasha could tell that Martinez was probably Allen's second in command. He was strong, and he had a good aura around him that made even Sasha relax. Martinez had probably been the nicest to Sasha since they had picked him up.
The third was a man named Peter Fowler. The man kind of reminded Sasha of how he pictured Tarzan. The man was in his late 30s with shoulder length brown hair that he kept in a ponytail. He was toned, but not at the bodybuilder status of the other two. He had blue eyes and a goatee. Fowler was in a poly amorous relationship with two women, Gina and Laurel, and a man named Ryan. He had overheard that Peter loved the outdoors almost as much as he loved sex. Peter seemed to be the horndog of the group who was not adjusting well to a lack of sex now that he no longer was on the base back home.
Sitting next to him was Darnell Chase, an African American gentleman of medium build. He had light brown eyes, no facial hair, and a shaved head. In his late 20s, Darnell was dating a woman named Ellen and they were thinking about getting married. Darnell was the jokester of the group. He would talk and bring everyone to tears, even Sasha. Although, Sasha could tell that there was something behind Darnell's eyes. He was hiding something traumatic, just like Sasha had been doing for years.
Redhead Jimmy Hutak was the one closest to the door. He didn't seem to be a part of the team as much as some of the others. He was the shortest and skinniest of the group, although he was still better built Sasha. He had green eyes and was the youngest at about 24 years old. The only reason that he was there is that Abraham happened to be his uncle in law. Jimmy married his niece Deanna, whom he had two children, Joseph and Bradley with, and expecting two twins, a boy and a girl. He seemed distant, having been on the team only a few months compared to the years the others have had to build their brotherhood.
The last man was the one by the refrigerator. His name was Adam Whittmore. He was a tall, fat man, but he had a lot of muscle under it. Adam had shaggy, dirty blonde hair and a matching beard. He was in his early 30s. His eyes were blue, but not as blue as Sasha's. Adam seemed to enjoy food, which Sasha related too. He was also upset. From what Sasha could gather, it was because of Adam's breakup with longtime partner Logan. Sasha was not sure of Logan's gender, but he kind of hoped it was a guy.
Sasha was a horny nineteen year old boy. And after his father moved his bodyguard to a new location a few months ago, Sasha was pissed off. And ever since, he had gone completely without sex. By a stroke of pure luck, there were six strong men in front of him. One of them was bound to be gay. Even if there wasn't, Sasha was sure that one of them would be sex starved enough to want to ravish him in a bedroom somewhere. He had a plan to figure out who wanted him.
Sasha rose out of his seat and began walking.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Abraham asked.
"I'm just getting a glass of water, I'm parched." Sasha smiled, making his way to the fridge by Adam. He grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water. Once filled, Sasha "accidentally" dropped it on the ground. It was plastic so it didn't shatter.
"Oh come on" Jimmy exclaimed.
"Shit, I'm so sorry." Sasha said, grabbing a towel. He bent over to clean it up, making sure that his ass was pointed towards all of the men. Sasha had been lucky enough to have a rather large one, it had helped him attract a man or two before now. Once finished, Sasha quickly turned around to see if anyone was staring. He could see Martinez turn his head away quickly.
"Bingo" Sasha smiled to himself. He quickly got another glass of water and sat back down on the couch across from Martinez. He drank his water, noticing the glances Martinez would keep giving him. Sasha knew that he'd have Martinez soon.
The men kept chattering on about their plan to take Sasha's father down. Sasha listened intently, while still keeping his eyes on Armando.
"If we enter through the underground tunnels under here, we can sneak in and disable the computer." Allen said.
"But how do we disable it?" Martinez asked.
"Whittmore can break the code." Allen replied.
"Have you seen their security system? It's state of the art. I can crack it, but it'll take a while." Whittmore said.
"I can crack it." Sasha said, shock in all of them.
"How do you know?" Allen asked.
"My dad never notices me. I can sneak in and read anything in his study, especially codes." Sasha smiled.
"And why should we trust you?" Martinez asked.
"Easy, I want to take him down just as much as you. And I want to go home." Sasha told him.
"Well, we will not be able to make sure you get home to your mansion." Allen said.
"Not that stupid place. It's not my real home. I mean New York City, where I was born. I want to go with my mom back to our real family." Sasha exclaimed.
"We can't just offer th-" Allen started.
"What if I told you that you are going the wrong way? That your access point leads you to capture. I mean, what kind of base allows tunnels to lead it its most central room? You need to take the ventilation shafts. There is a medium level entrance with one guard. Sneak in, get to the computer, and enter code 112358xiv and boom, crisis averted." Sasha said.
"Are you sure?" Hutak asked.
"Please, I will do anything to get away from him. He hates me already, but if he knew some things about me, that man would kill me." Sasha begged.
"I trust him." Martinez smiled, looking at Sasha.
Sasha's heart fluttered. Oh yeah, this man was totally into him.
Reluctantly, all the men trusted Sasha. And it was good for them, because Sasha's information led to the total collapse of Vladmir Marin's entire operation. The men also made good on their promise and gave Mary and Sasha the ability to leave Russia and go back home. Sasha had been communicating with an aunt, an uncle, and a cousin. He and Mary would stay with them and Sasha attending a local college until they got back on their feet.
However, one last celebration was in order at the safe house. Hutak had been left in charge of watching Sasha, in case he tried to escape. Even though, the though never crossed Sasha's mind. They both sat around, waiting to see if the others had fared well.
All of a sudden, the door swung open to reveal the five men that Sasha had come to know over the past few days. They were carrying cases of fine alcohol and huge smiles. Each man was still dressed in his fatigues.
"Gather round men, it is time we celebrate." Allen said.
"I take it that the mission went well." Sasha smiled.
"Hell yeah. Come here boy, that was some great work." Allen said, pulling Sasha in for a hug.
