Page 68 of My Hunger, Your Soul

I can feel his Adam's apple move in my palm as he swallows hard.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You want me to make you?”

“What?! No!”

“I can make you, Ty. Just say the word and I’ll show you how. I’ve always wanted to see you cry for me. It’s the only part of you left for me to taste.”

“Ivan…”

“What should I do first? Choke you until you can’t breathe? Bite your nipples until they bleed? Beat your ass until it’s on fire? Or maybe lock you up in the holding pen for a night?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh yes, I would. And I’m pretty sure with your new sexual awakening you’d probably enjoy a little rough play. Don’t think I didn’t notice you like a little pain when I fuck you. You love that hole being sore, don’t you? Hmm?”

“Yes but…”

“Are we getting your shit, or are you going to resist?”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” he scolds, but its not serious, as he pulls my mouth to his and sucks on my tongue and piercing again, and I let him enjoy his feast. As I said before, straight things can always be bent at will, even if just a little.

It's later in the morning and Tyler is working out in our gym while I attend a meeting with Dima, Lev, Simon and Jules in the office about Timmy.

“So, have you come up with a plan?” I ask Dima as we all take a place around the office, with Dima sitting in his chair.

“Me and Lev had a chat last night, and after a call with Carlos early this morning, he’s gonna help us. I figure he owes us after all the help we've given him recently.”

“Is he gonna take Tim and deal with him?” Jules asks.

“In a roundabout way. Carlos has a shipment leaving the docks tonight and I want Ivan and Jules to take Tim out there where Carlos and a few of the men will meet you. They will take Tim on the ship, and dispose of him when they are far enough away from land. That means nobody will be able to find him and it's not traceable back to us even if they did.”

“But what if someone says they saw him in New York? Wouldn’t the police bother us, especially if Kai’s mom mentions that Kai is here?” I ask, dubious of this plan.

“I think that's unlikely. His daughter attended Princeton. From what Kai told me, he often came into the city when visiting her.”

That's a great point.

“Sounds like a solid plan,” Jules says.

“Is Kai going to be okay with this? Do we need to worry?” Lev asks Jules.

“Nah he’s fine. We talked last night and he understands. The Tim he knew growing up has long gone,” Jules reassures me, and I hope he’s right. The last thing we need is to have issues with Kai’s mom. That woman is not only annoying as fuck but relentless.

“Ivan, can you go down and check on our guest? Just take him a bottle of water or something,” Dima says, and I’m more than happy to help.

“No problem,” I say, before Dima stops me.

“Just water, Ivan. No torture, no killing….basically don’t touch him. I mean it.”

“Yes boss.”

I can restrain myself with the piece of shit.

I walk into the kitchen, grab a bottle of water from the fridge and stroll down to the holding pen, whistling along to a happy tune. As I open the door, even though the boys did clean up last night, it still reeks in here, mainly because of Tim. He’s laying chained up in the far corner of the room and his knees look fucking weird. Ouch.

“Morning Timmy,” I say as cheerily as I can fake.

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