Page 81 of Shadowman
This was it. This was what I’d wanted all along. And it didn’t matter that he was a guy. The hang-ups had all but faded away…
My Michelangelo was about to come, and I wanted to come with him. I wanted to fall… With him.
Straightening, I grabbed his calves, one in each hand, holding his legs open so I could watch myself fucking the cum out of him.
That was when I heard it.
Seconds sooner and I could’ve done something. Maybe I could’ve reacted…
But I was too lost in him and his beautiful noises, his intoxicated flush and swollen, pillowy lips, and the way he wassodamnbeautifulright at the edge…
The thumping footsteps were drowned out by the thumping of my heart. By the time I heard them, it was too late.
“Oh my God! What thefuck?!”
It was Antonio Russo. Michelangelo’sfather…
Diving into the room, right at me, with some big guy by his side.
In the blink of an eye, it was all over. Me and him, our future, mylife… All crammed back into the dark.
I was tackled to the ground by the large dude while the Governor of New York screamed and cursed at me, kicking me in the ribs and in the stomach.
For what it’s worth, Michelangelo was not silent. He was shouting at his father, explaining that we were friends, that heknewme. I was fine with him not calling me his boyfriend. We hadn’t had that conversation yet, so it made sense.
Whatever, I acknowledge that he was trying to explain. But it didn’t matter. Governor Russo didn’t want to hear it, and the optics weren’t good.
I still had my mask on. It was out of place from the kissing, but still. Antonio Russo didn’t see that part, nor did he care to listen to his son’s tearful pleading.
“Dad, stop! It was just a game! Hewasn’t hurting me!”
Falling on deaf ears.
I was a masked man, in his home, who’d tied his son up andrapedhim. That was all the governor needed to know.
The barrel of a gun hit me in the back of the skull.
Back in the dark… forreal.
The first time I woke up, I think I was in jail. Or some sort of a holding cell, based on the way noises echoed, how cold it was, and the smell. Something about the smell made me think of a jail cell, though I’d never even been arrested before, so I wasn’t sure how I came to that conclusion.
I didn’t know how long I’d been out, or where I was exactly. All I knew was that I’d been gagged and hog-tied, and was lying on an extremely uncomfortable surface, with a bag over my head.
I barely remember anything about these few fleeting moments. Mostly, I just felt like I was about to die.
My jaw was already sore from the gag, and the sensation of saliva flowing from the corner of my mouth was driving me nuts. But I got over that quickly enough when I realized I could hear Governor Russo speaking from somewhere in the distance. It sounded like he was arguing with someone on the phone.
“I don’t care,” he barked. “Listen, listen, listen… I don’t fuckingcarehow abnormal it is. You’re taking him, right fucking now. So make whatever preparations you have to and do it immediately.”
Eerie silence swept through the cold space while I wriggled around, attempting to fight through whatever was holding me, despite knowing it was pointless.
“You let me worry about that,” the governor went on, and I heard footsteps coming my way. “As far as I’m concerned, all you need to know is that a new piece is being added to your collection.”
The blood rushing in my ears nearly drowned out the sound of a loud door being opened and someone stomping over to me. Whoever they were, they were strong, because they hauled me to my feet in one aggressive yank, then began dragging me along.
“I’m sure you will.” Governor Russo’s voice was closer. “It’s what you do, after all.” And then he whispered by my face, “I’ve carved out a nice little spot just for you… in Hell. Nobody fucks with a Russo. Think about that while you rot for the rest of your miserable existence,Byron Kang.”
I barely had time to react before I felt a pinch.
