Taken Boy

by Loki Renard

Bobby bit his lower lip. “I’m sorry.”

  “Are you?”

  “Yes,” Bobby said. “I’m sorry. I mean, I had every reason to want you dead, but…”

  “You needed vengeance,” Angelo said. “Revenge is a dangerous game, Bobby. If you’re going to play it, you have to have a clear mind.”

  “Still giving me tips,” Bobby smiled, shaking his head. “I swear, I don’t know what you want with me, Angelo.”

  “I told you what I wanted in the beginning. I want you. All of you. Everything you have. Everything you are. Every tight little hole. Every dark little thought.” Angelo reached out and took Bobby’s face in his hands. “Your lust. Your fear. Your evil. Your love. Your tears. Your pain. I want it all.”

  He spoke with elegant intensity, his accented voice holding the closest thing to love Bobby had ever felt. Angelo cradled his face and gazed into his eyes and Bobby felt his heart swell with emotion he didn’t know how how to contain.

  “Take your clothes off. I want to fuck you.”

  The sudden shift reminded Bobby that Angelo didn’t ask for sex. He demanded it.

  Angelo rose from the table, drawing Bobby up with him, then pushing him down to the floor where he grabbed his clothes, tearing seams and holes, baring him roughly. This was unbridled lust. This was everything Bobby had craved in those dark days locked away with only his shattered self for company.

  Angelo’s kiss crushed his lips, his tongue forcing his way into Bobby’s mouth. Bobby suckled on it, desperately spreading his legs as Angelo’s fingers slid down over his stomach, ignored his cock and found the prize between his cheeks. He had lube at the ready, a tub in his pocket which he opened to smear thick dollops on Bobby’s asshole.

  “Your punishment isn’t over,” Angelo growled into his mouth. “You’re going to do hard time, Bobby. On your back, being filled.”

  He felt Angelo’s cock against his ass, his rod rampant. There was no foreplay. There was no preparation. Angelo thrust roughly inside him, the buttery lubricant doing its job to make it bearable as he rammed deep.

  “I’m not going to play act again, Bobby,” Angelo said, rearing up, his hands wrapped around Bobby’s ankles, holding them up and apart. “The next time you send a man for me, the bullet will be real. And the darkness will last so much longer. And you will never ever have this again.”

  He pushed forward, filling Bobby’s ass all the way. Bobby felt Angelo’s hips pressed hard against his lewdly displayed cheeks, his asshole stretched so fucking wide he could hardly take it.

  “What do you want, Bobby?” His dark eyes stared down at Bobby. “You want me dead? You want me alive?”

  “Alive!” Bobby screamed the word. Alive. He needed Angelo alive so he could live. Because this was living as he never had before. This was living in shadows and lies, but so deeply and so much more completely than ever before.

  He’d been stupid. For so long he’d thought he was the smartest man alive. He’d outsmarted his competitors, and he’d destroyed his competition. He’d carved out a place in the world just for him - a lonely, precarious little hidey-hole that Angelo had ripped him out of and shown him just how pathetic, desperate, and plain dumb he was.

  “You’re mine, Bobby,” Angelo growled, thrusting in and out hard and fast. “I own your fucking soul, boy.”

  “Yes!” Bobby screamed in agreement. Days of isolation and contemplation of Angelo’s death and what he had been sure was his own impending demise had made everything clear. Angelo was everything. Angelo was the fucking universe as far as Bobby was concerned.

  As his ass was ravaged roughly, Bobby let his head fall back against the carpet. He shouted his pleasure and his pain, his submission to the man who owned him. Angelo reached down and grabbed his cock, his long fingers wrapping around Bobby’s hard shaft.

  “Bad boy,” he snarled as he started to stroke Bobby’s cock in time with his thrusts. “Such a bad little boy. I’m going to have to fuck this ass every day, aren’t I, Bobby. I’m going to have to remind you what your hungry hole loses if you do ever get the balls to kill me.”

  His hips jackhammered against Bobby’s ass, slam fucking him roughly against the carpet, burning Bobby’s back with the violent thrusts until he jammed himself deep inside and came hard, filling Bobby’s bare ass with his seed.

  The feeling of Angelo cumming in his ass set Bobby off. His own orgasm erupted from deep within, his balls giving up their load at Angelo’s insistence, thick spurts of cum shooting hard and at an angle Angelo’s hand determined. He felt hot sticky seed slap across his nose and lips as Angelo laughed.

  “Good cumming on your own face, boy. Saves me the trouble.”

  Angelo pulled out and stood up, standing over Bobby, his thick cock fisted in his hand.

  “Stay there. Don’t you dare wipe that cum away.”

  Bobby laid there, cum leaking out of his sore, used asshole, his face coated with his own pungent seed as Angelo looked down at him, the tall, dominant man taking great pleasure in his state.

  “Remember this, Bobby,” Angelo purred, stroking a few last drops of cum out of his cock. They fell in a warm rain over Bobby’s prone body, spattering his skin. “You’re a set of holes for me to use. No matter what happens, never forget that. And make sure you carry lube with you from now on, because I won’t.”

  24

  ANGELO

  Two months later…

  “You wanted me?”

  “Come here,” Angelo said, smiling at his little captive.

  The boy had presence as he slid into Angelo’s reading room, and he looked good. The suit he was wearing fit his athletic frame perfectly. His hair wasn’t slicked back in a wanna be mafioso style anymore. Instead it was a little looser, shinier, healthier. He was growing into his own, not as Bobby Cornoli, but as Robert Vitali.

  Angelo had given the boy his name. Not because they were married, but because Bobby was his, and everything he owned had his name. Most people mistook Bobby for his son, which was fine by Angelo. It was a little sick and twisted, but so were most things in his world.

  “What are you watching?” Bobby slid his ass onto the arm of Angelo’s chair and looked down at the tablet he was holding.

  “Just a wedding video. I love a good wedding, don’t you?”

  Bobby snorted sarcastically. “Oh yeah.”

  Angelo tilted the screen toward him and felt Bobby stiffen as he recognized the bride and the groom. Angelo was certain Bobby had never met either one of them in person, but Mason Malone was a very well known figure, and Ellie Taylor-Chapman had been in the media since her teen years.

  “Thought you’d like to see Mason’s happy day,” Angelo purred. “He is the reason I have you after all.”

  In the video, Mason Malone stood at the altar, holding his beautiful young blonde bride in his arms. Off to the side, Aiden Taylor-Chapman was flanked by two large bodyguard types. He was a cute boy. Angelo could see why Bobby had lost his mind over him.

  “See that, Bobby?” Angelo paused the video and gestured to the bride and groom. “Two very rich people tying the knot, and one of them owes me a very big favor. Our whale just became a leviathan.”

  “Happily ever after, Angelo? For them and for us?”

  Angelo quirked a brow at Bobby. “Ever after is quite a goal. Happy for now.”

  Bobby’s grin broadened. “I’ll take it.”

  “We’ll take it,” Angelo said with a full toothed smile. “We’ll take everything. Now, on your knees boy. I want your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

  Bobby had learned his lesson well. There wasn’t the slightest hesitation as he slid down to the floor, crawled between Angelo’s legs and took his cock out of his pants, wrapping his lips around the semi-hard shaft.

  As Bobby began to suck him full erection, Angelo sighed with satisfaction. Mason Malone was indebted to him for getting the little psychopath between his thighs off the streets. Bobby was indebted because he knew damn well he owed Angelo his life. Win. Win
. Win. A perfect outcome. And all it had taken was a little creativity and an utter disregard for what was good, or right, or legal.

  “Perfect,” Angelo purred as he tapped play on the wedding video, watching Mason kiss his new wife for the first time. “So fucking sweet.”

  THE END

  THANK YOU FOR READING!

  I hope you enjoyed, or at least made it through the story of Bobby and Angelo, two dark and dangerous men who spur the comparatively genteel events which take place in the parallel books, Amazon bestsellers Shamefully Broken (M/F) and Broken Boy (M/M/M).

  I was a little reluctant to tell this tale, as it is so much darker than my usual fare, but Bobby really had some karma coming to him and Angelo was the perfect monster to match.

  So… what happens next? Angelo and Bobby’s adventures continue in…

  PERFECT EVIL

  Sometimes, the bad guy wins.

  Rookie FBI agent and ex-soldier, Mark Locke, is on his first field assignment. It’s a simple enough mission: tail the notorious criminal Angelo Vitali and help build a case against him. Working as part of a team of experienced operatives, he should be safe.

  He’s not.

  Angelo is everything the FBI thinks he is and so much more. Dark. Twisted. Cruel. Somehow, Angelo contains all the very worst traits of man without being tainted by them. He makes them beautiful and alluring.

  Within days of being set on Angelo's tail, it's Mark who is taken.

  Federal agents who fall into the hands of organized criminals don't often get a happily ever after. Mark knows his days are numbered, but Angelo isn't going to kill him.

  That would be too easy.

  Bad men like their games, and Mark just became a pawn in a game designed to do one thing: break him.

  Click here to read Perfect Evil!