Kent knelt at the edge of his bed,
three naked men sitting before him. His hands moved along their thighs and
calves, never going too far north. He could feel the hair on their bare skin
jump as his fingers caressed them.
He had done his duty with Eugene
already, and his body still felt sore from their less than gentle exchange, but
he knew his work wasn’t finished. He still needed to take care of those damn
brats who threatened to expose him. So,
here he found himself with his three favorite henchmen.
All three of them were thick necked,
muscular and rich as fuck. They were also very much buried in the closet. Kent
gave them that one thing they could never admit they wanted. He let them do
things to him that, if anyone found out, they would all loudly deny. He had
control over them.
First there was Morris, the white
collar son of a big deal broker. He had more money than God, and less brains
than a pencil eraser. He was expected to find himself a pretty blonde wife, get
married and take over daddy’s business when the time was right. He also liked
acting out football locker room roleplay scenarios. He was a serious bottom,
and Kent gave him everything that he wanted.
Then there was Petra. He came from a
traditional Russian family. They had money, but no one asked where it came
from. Kent didn’t give a shit. Petra was on the same life path as Morris, and
the fact that he craved other men seemed like something that could only get in
the way. It wasn’t until Kent had promised him that they could keep things nice
and quiet did Petra finally reveal his love of S&M. He was a brutal son of
a bitch, and probably one of Kent’s favorites, if only because he made everyone
else so uncomfortable.
Finally, there was Voigt. Dear,
sweet Voigt. He was in school on a football scholarship, and was as All
American as you could get, down to his aw-shucks hick accent. He was the one that
drove Kent nuts, and not in a good way. Sure, he was in the closet, but he was
also the one who was started to use words like “romantic” and “love”. If it
wasn’t for his sheer size and brute strength, Kent wouldn’t have even bothered
to bring him over, but if they were going to be dealing with guys like Stephen
Markham, they needed as much muscle as possible.
Kent rested his chin on Petra’s
knee.
“Now, before I let you three do
whatever you want, I have a favor to ask of you.” He gently let his hand slide
up between Voigt’s legs, and watched as the big lug closed his eyes and gasped.
“I need you to help me deal with some pests.”
“Deal with?” Petra was looking at
him, his eyes wide with interest. “How?”
“Just rough them up a little. Scare them quiet.” Kent let his other hand
slide between Morris’s legs. “You can do that for me, right?”
Petra smiled, and the other two just
nodded.
“Good. Very good.” He continued
doing his best to keep Morris and Voigt occupied, but his attention was
completely on Petra. “These pests are having a little meeting at the Greek Row
Commons later tonight. After, I want you to… put the fear of God into them. You
think you could do that for me?”
Petra was grinning ear to ear. “Of
course.”
“I knew I could count on you.”
Without releasing the other two men, Kent stood leaning in close to Petra’s
ear. “You make these two do what needs to be done, and when you’re finished,
you come back here, alone. Then I’ll let you do anything you want to me. Okay?”
Petra didn’t even answer. He just
grabbed Kent and kissed him, his rough, thick lips forcefully pressing against
Kent’s.
As the three men had their fun, Kent
lay back, doing his best to seem interested. He moaned when they needed him to
moan, and he winced and begged when he knew it would really get them riled up.
In the end, though, Kent was bored.
Sex was not something he enjoyed. It
was just something he did when he needed to get something done. It had always
been that way. He had used it to get into Luther’s house, or to keep Eugene off
his back. Right now he did it because he needed brute force strength, but with
enough distance where all roads didn’t lead right back to his doorstep.
So, Kent laid back and thought of
anything other than what was happening to him in that very moment. He needed to
focus on containment and control of the situation. So as the three men pawed at
him, getting their fill, he plotted.
Tonight’s little scare would just be
the beginning. He needed to make sure this stuck. He didn’t want to have to
deal with any of this shit every again.
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