Jim sat in the jacket pocket of the government official sitting in the plane seat. He asked not to be put in a carrying case, and he didn't want to attract attention to himself. That and he wanted to avoid the seat after remembering the incident where his father nearly sat on him.
The plane was taking them to Moscow, Russia now. But the official would only be there to drop Jim off,while he would be here for the next few years. After searching, the alextroka family was deemed a good host family choice, as the father ivan was a former general and took pride in protecting the "Rare Human". After landing they made their way to the house. Walking up to the door the official knocked on the door. The door soon opened, revealing a buff man dressed in a tank top despite the cold. He had white and blond hair, showing his age.
"Are you Ivan Alextroka?", The official asked.
"Yes are you the one bringing me the small boy?", Ivan spoke in a heavy accent. The official nodded, gently picking Jim from his pocket as well as his tiny luggage. He placed both in Ivan's outstretched palm. With a simple glance to Jim the official left to the car and drove off.
Closing the door and entering the house they soon arrived in what appeared the living room." Viktor our guest is here!", Ivan yelled into the house. Soon another male entered the room, however this male only had a towel wrapped artound his waist, putting his firm eight pack and pecs on display. His hair was full blonde and closed to shaved.
"So this is the small boy", said Viktor
"Yes, now take him to your room, I have buisness.", Ivan explained handing Jim over to Viktor.
As Viktor walked to his room, he held Jim at chest level. Jim had a close up of Viktor's firm pecs. He could feel the heat emitting from his smooth skin. Soon they arrived in Viktor's room, it was simple, with a queen size bed and nightstand.
Placing Jim on the bed, Viktor stood over him to talk.
"Now, since you will be staying here I'll need to explain some things. When me and my father train he will try to get you involved, make sure to say no. Next, try not to walk alone on the floor. Me and father tend to crush any bug we see, so ask us to carry you somewhere if you need. Understood?", Viktor explained to which Jim shyly nodded.
"Good. Now then I need to change." Viktor then turned around and opened a closet before dropping his towel. Jim found he couldn't look away. Viktor's pale ass looked soft and capable of squishing anything in between them. Slipping on a black tank top and a pair of cargo pants, Viktor was ready.
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