Page 16 of The Chameleon

“But Lady Gaga isn’t in any assassin movies,” Isaac argued.

“No, but nothing screamsgay assassinmore than Angelina Jolie in a Gaga dress,” Anders noted.

From there, imaginations went wild. Black leather outfits, skintight vinyl, white lace garter belts with guns strapped inside—anything badass was on the table, so long as it contained a splash of gay fabulousness.

All through the night, they played famous assassin-spy thriller theme songs while each of the servers was dressed in Bond-style tuxedos… missing their pants, of course. Who wouldn’t love having their martini serviced by a gentleman in a bow tie and mesh jockstrap?

Probably one of the most memorable moments of the evening was watching Levi in a long-haired brown wig, step out onto the floor wearing a plaid kilt, private school jacket,and carrying a chain mace. The man then attempted to mimic the masterful martial arts moves performed by the deadly Gogo Yubari fromKill Bill. Matteo had to confiscate the menacing ball and chain before Levi decapitated half the guests trying to enjoy their evenings.

Levi protested by removing his shirt and parading around in nothing but the kilt.Nothingbut the kilt.

Matteo didn’t see how this act of defiance was supposed to be upsetting. Most of the guests seemed to enjoy it when Levi walked past the fans set up next to the stage. But hey, it kept Levi from killing half his guests.

In the spirit of celebration, Matteo, himself was dressed in one of his usual expensive designer suits, made from only the finest of materials in Europe. When Jared asked why he wasn’t dressed up, Matteo replied, “I am,” before pulling back his suit jacket and revealing the hidden toy gun strapped to his chest.

“I’m the originalJames Bond. Sean Connery based his character off of me.”

“And your gayness?” Jared challenged.

Matteo tilted his head and gave the boy a questioning look.

“My gayness is contained in my trousers and won’t be released until it’s found one worthy of such greatness.”

Jared chuckled, slapping Matteo on the back. “We all aspire to be like you, M.”

Fixing his bowtie one last time, Matteo stepped out onto the stage and raised his arm, signaling for the DJ to lower the music and for the lighting to center on him.

“Welcome, everyone. And thank you for coming,” Matteo began. He adjusted the front of his suit jacket while he waited for everyone to quiet down. “Gunnar, Anders, won’t you guys come up here and join me on stage?”

Matteo stepped out of the way as Diesel and Jared brought two of the black chairs they used during their performances out on stage and placed them down on the center of the runway.

Anders was the first to jump on stage, wearing a silver harness around his chest, a silver collar around his neck, and matching silver booty shorts. The crowd whistled and cheered and shouted sexual obscenities as they welcomed Anders and his bulging package up on stage.

Matteo had to give it to the boy; the man knew how to fill out a pair of shorts.

Next came Gunnar. While his build was slightly more muscular than his brother’s, they both sported the same blond buzz cut that seemed to drive their customers wild.

Taking a seat next to his brother, Gunnar was wearing a matching outfit, just in red instead of silver. The boys may be twins, but they liked to add their own personal tastes when it came to their outfits.

Speaking of outfits, Matteo was still confused as to which assassin wore a leather harness and tight booty shorts. Matteo had a feeling that it was probably Anders’s responsibility to pick out their costumes, and knowing how sidetracked Anders can get, he probably waited until the last minute and had to improvise a costume in the end.

Either way, the boys looked hotter than sin.

The brothers gave each other a “bro hug” once they were seated. The room erupted in more hoots and hollers, followed by some very graphic comments that Matteo wasn’t too sure he liked hearing.

What was it with guys fantasizing about twins being naked together? You’re basically taking the same image and duplicating it. Matteo didn’t quite get it. To him, he would much rather enjoy two or three different types of men getting naked and sweaty with him.

A steamy image of the other night flashed through Matteo’s mind, and he felt his dick begin to thicken.

Man, that had been a fun night.

He had spent the next morning trying to walk normally, but the pain from taking Jamal’s cock and the chafing his cock endured from hours of being abused prevented that from happening. He decided to limit his movements by performing tasks that required little, if any, walking.

That fuck session had been exactly what he needed.

Sure, keep telling yourself that.

Matteo ignored that pesky voice in the back of his mind and turned his attention back to the birthday boys.

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