Lesson in Betrayal

by Katsura

  Judas hugged them both against the sweat and cum soaked skin of his chest, a satisfied smile on his lips. “I promise, babies. You know I love you both.”

  “And we love you too!” Nou kissed him gently and Judas allowed them both to slip from the bed.

  After a quick shower, all three of them dressed.

  They were genius little businessmen and while Judas watched them both settle on the floor, each with a fruit flavoured lollipop nestled in his mouth, he wished that he could have spent more time with them. They had promised to do a sixty-nine on each other and let him fuck whatever end he wanted and Judas was keen not to let a chance like that slip by. There was nothing better than the sexual dilemma of where to stick your cock. Both ends would offer the extra delight of some tongue action at the same time, so what was not to like? This caper would have to wait for until another day however, by which time Judas would have gone over the scenario so many times in his head that no opportunity for depravity would be missed.

  He walked to the door, opened it a fraction and was about to make his farewells when he noticed Fergus Campbell having a heated conversation with Sacha in the hallway.

  “Don’t fucking lie to me, Sacha.” Fergus growled. “Tell him I am not leaving until I talk to him.”

  “Sir. Do I have to tell you again? He is not here.” Sacha raised his voice and as though on cue, Cain, the brothel security man, came over and placed his imposing bulk at the young man’s side.

  “You will not get the fuck away with this!” Fergus had clearly decided not to tackle Cain and just jabbed his finger in Sacha’s direction as he left.

  Judas watched, silent and unseen. He then turned to the twins with a smile. “Thank you, boys.” He gave a cheery wave. “I will see you soon.”

  “Bye, bye, Mr MacGregor!” They giggled as they waved back to him. “Don’t forget our promise!”

  “Oh I am not likely to…” Judas winked.

  Chapter Five

  A cloud of cigarette smoke hung in the air over the table and Judas looked at the hand that Vinny had just dealt him. Another straight. Tonight was really his lucky night. There was an old saying, lucky in cards, unlucky in love. Judas had never been very fortunate in either and he looked across at Vinny, with amusement. “Fuck. We are going to have to call it a night, Vinny. I am taking all of your money off you. It’s not fair!” He put down his hand then dragged the pile of money that sat between them over to his side of the table.

  “You can’t quit now.” Vinny raised his voice then let out a laugh. “I need a chance to win my money back.”

  “Vinny, you have lost like a fucking grand already.” Judas took a gulp of his drink.

  He ran one hand through the pale waves of his hair, then scratched his head. His hair felt damp from the warmth in the room, both physical and emotional. “Admit defeat. I am just on a winning streak tonight.”

  “I don’t gamble.” Ewan sat on the sofa. There was a boxing match on the TV and he watched it with the sound turned down, still able to join in the banter with Judas and Vinny. “It’s a mug’s game.”

  Vinny looked over at Ewan briefly, before returning his gaze to Judas. “Ha, ha! That is since you played poker with Cain, yeah?” Vinny began to deal another hand. “He cheats. I’m pretty sure of it. Rasputin told me. When he used to talk to me that is. Fergie has likely warned him off us now.”

  “Rasputin talks too much.” Ewan sipped beer from heavy glass tankard. “He was going on about Fergie and that blond, Mikhail.”

  “Oh, yes?” Judas looked across with interest. “I saw Fergie at the brothel the other day. He was having a run in with Sacha and I guessed that he was looking for Mikhail but not having much success.”

  “Well.” Ewan put the TV off as the match had finished. “It crossed my mind. The other bag? It crossed my mind that Fergie gave it to Mikhail. He brought him in on the plans. Maybe he thought he deserved a cut. According to Rasputin, Fergie is humping him.”

  Judas turned fully in his seat. “Fuck.” He shook his head. “You know that makes a kind of sense? About the bag I mean. I doubt Mikhail would stoop to fucking that jerk.”

  “He likely is.” Vinny nodded. “I mean, I don’t so much know about if he’d give him the bag but Mikhail is for sure getting it on with Fergie.”

  Judas stood up and began to walk around the room as he went over the notion in his head. That Fergus would give a bag to Mikhail as his share of the job, even though Mikhail never took any part in the heist, was not unlikely. If Mikhail was really fucking Fergus then for Mikhail to have a share was just as though Fergus had taken two. It was not on. Mikhail was a nice guy, but he never risked his ass like the rest of them had.

  Perhaps that was what the scene at the brothel was about. Fergus would be there to lean on Mikhail. He was a fucking jerk. He would give him a bag, no doubt the heaviest one and then expect to take it back for himself later.

  Judas knew that he had become obsessed over the issue, was losing sleep over it in fact. He didn’t remember being this wound up about something since the time he’d discovered a nasty rash which covered the entire region of his crotch. Like any man, his first reaction had been to think that it was syphilis or some other such sexually transmitted disease. No one wants to go show that to a doctor, especially if the doctor is female and hot as fuck, so he had held off a few days to see if the spots and redness would vanish. They didn’t. They got worse. He would need to seek medical attention or his dick would fall off. Well at least that’s what he’d heard.

  After a humiliating examination at the local surgery, he was informed that he didn’t have any one of the infections, the thoughts of which had been keeping him awake at night. He had a simple reaction to using too much fabric softener on the old boxers. The peril of every undomesticated bachelor.

  “Okay, guys.” He quit his mulling over past mistakes and looked first at Vinny, then at Ewan. “I do a lot of business at the brothel. The boys there like me and I don’t want to ruin that. You two go over there. See what you can find out. I’m not going to let this one lie. Fergie is a backstabbing bastard and there is no way he profits from what he tried to do to me.”

  Vinny didn’t look overly enthusiastic but Ewan smiled and nodded as though he was just as keen to get to the bottom of things as Judas was.

  *

  Mikhail woke up instantly from the exhausted sleep that he had slipped into, when the water hit him full in the face.

  “What the…no!” He gasped loudly and stared up in terror as Hugo appeared to tower over him, a bucket held tightly in his hands. How could someone so small appear so dominant?

  “I thought you might need a little wash. Now aren’t I thoughtful.” Hugo put the bucket down and crouched next to Mikhail. He held Mikhail’s chin in his hand and his dark eyes roved over Mikhail’s face. “My. You really are a dirty, dirty little whore. Let me help you.”

  He grabbed Mikhail tightly by the hair. He then forced his face into the bucket of water, requiring little effort as Mikhail was so weakened. Mikhail tried to struggle and his eyes widened in panic but he was only able to see the freezing cold water as it lapped around his face. His nostrils stung as the liquid entered the tender skin there and he was filled with the overwhelming urge to vomit. Just as suddenly as he was forced into the water, Hugo pulled him out again.

  “Refreshing, isn’t it?” Hugo smiled.

  “Don’t…” Mikhail coughed and his chest ached as he dragged in icy air to his already tortured lungs. Hugo put his hand to his ear as though he could not hear him properly.

  “What was that, darling? Longer? Why of course!” Hugo once more forced Mikhail’s face into the water. Mikhail made a futile attempt at resistance but somewhere in the back of his mind a voice said, Give up. He is going to kill you anyway. It may as well be now.

  His fingers clenched and unclenched, his wrists still tightly bound. To give up on one’s life was not so easy. It seemed that no matter how grave the situation appeared to be, hi
s body was just not going to quit.

  When Hugo roughly pulled Mikhail up by the hair, the cold air once more hit his face. “Now isn’t that much better?” Hugo said with an air of satisfaction about him.

  Mikhail slumped helplessly against the wall. His chest quivered with his rapid breaths and he used his lungs as fully as he could in case Hugo decided to dunk his head in the water again.

  “Please, H…Hugo…” He stammered. “Please don’t do this. You know that it won’t end well for you…”

  “And what gives you that idea, Mikhail?” Hugo’s eyes narrowed. “Do you know that since you have been out of the picture, my life with Fergus has been wonderful?

  We had the most amazing sex the other night. He called me darling.” Hugo sighed, not in a tragic way as he was wont to do. He sounded blissfully happy and the expression on his face just seemed to confirm that he actually was. He sat cross-legged on the floor.

  “I know just what to do to please him, as he does to me.” He played his fingers through the dirt and drew a heart there. “I don’t think we have ever been happier.”

  Mikhail stared at him. He knew that Hugo was delusional. Fergus had no time for Hugo and Mikhail doubted that Fergus’s treatment of the crazy young man would be any different from how it usually was. “Please let me go, Hugo.” Mikhail shivered as he lifted his face. “You have the power to end this. Please, just let me go home. My boys need me. Sacha and the others—”

  Hugo put his hands over his ears and closed his eyes. “I’m not listening!” he shouted, then laughed, as though in the midst of a childish game.

  Mikhail raised his voice. “Cain will be looking for me.” An uncontrollable sob escaped him. He really didn’t know if this was true. “Cain will look everywhere. He will go and tell Fergus that I am missing. He knows that I am friendly with Fergus.

  When I am found here, Hugo…how do you think your husband will react?”

  Hugo opened his eyes and his hands fell from covering his ears to rest on the ground. “This is supposed to make me free you? Don’t you see how that makes me even more likely to kill you?” He grinned. “You had better come up with something better than that.”

  Mikhail swallowed hard. He forced himself to stare Hugo full in the face. “If you let me go now, no one need ever know what happened. I promise. I will go home and I promise I will tell no one.” Tears began to tumble freely down Mikhail’s cheek. “You have my word, Hugo.”

  “I think you would tell.” Hugo nodded. “I think you would run straight to Fergus and tell. I’ve thought this all through, you know. I can give you a reason not to tell.”

  Mikhail stared at him, trying not to appear too hopeful. “Anything, Hugo. You don’t need a reason. I won’t tell I promise.”

  Hugo nodded. “Yes I have a feeling that you are good at keeping secrets.” He narrowed his eyes. “But say…I let you go.” He pursed his lips into a smile. “If you so much as breathe a word to anyone, I will tell Fergus about what Judas MacGregor did to me.” His eyes twinkled and he nodded. “Oh yes. Judas fucked me good. That night after the robbery when he came to my house. He fucked me. And if Fergus ever found out, do you know what would happen to dear Mr MacGregor? You are such a fucking goody goody. I know you will never let anything happen to Judas because of something that you did. If you tell, I tell”

  Mikhail nodded. “I never would tell. I promise.” He struggled to sit up more. “Just, please untie me and I will go home. You will never hear from me again.”

  “I shall think about it.” Hugo got up and brushed dirt from his clothing that had gathered there from the floor. “You have a little rest. I will bring fresh water tonight!”

  Hugo tipped the remaining water from the bucket onto the floor where it was absorbed into the ground. He smiled and waved as he left the room and Mikhail slumped back against the wall. He gave into the tears and sobbed helplessly, his head bowed.

  Then he noticed something.

  His little mirror rested half in and half out of his coat pocket and Mikhail struggled to his feet, his mind focussed. It only took a few moments as he rubbed the pocket against the pipe for the mirror to tumble to the ground. It didn’t break as it fell against the dirt. It wasn’t intended so that he could look at himself. He wanted it to break.

  Using practically all of his remaining strength, he stamped his heel down on the reflective surface. A gasp of relief escaped his lips as the glass shattered.

  One of the shards looked large and pointed, and Mikhail quickly sat down and grasped it between his trembling fingers. He then began to work on the ropes that bound him.

  Hugo sat on one of the chairs that had been arranged in a haphazard sort of circle in the main part of the lock-up. Clearly there had been a meeting here, but probably not recently. The empty tumblers abandoned on the floor, and on the table in the corner, were covered in dust and as he sat there, Hugo imagined the faces of the men who would have drank from them. Fergus, handsome and confident. He had doubtlessly barked orders at the rest of them. The chair next to him would have been occupied by Rasputin. He was basically just a lackey and had no doubt sat mostly in silence, as would have Ewan, who may have chosen the seat next to the scarred man in order to make himself appear less ugly.

  He looked to his right and imagined Vinny there. Strange but attractive and so clearly smitten with Judas MacGregor. Now was Hugo the only one to notice that? He turned to his left.

  Judas MacGregor himself.

  Arrogant and good looking, he would have had a cigarette in his mouth and a cocky expression. Perhaps he would have worn sunglasses, even in this gloom.

  Hugo reached out and lifted the tumbler that sat next to where he presumed Judas’s place to be, and he ran his finger around the rim. Those lips would have caressed the glass like they had once caressed his cock, as he and the flashy gangster had lain tangled in the sheets together, naked.

  On the night of the robbery that was no doubt planned here, Hugo had finally gotten his wish to be fucked by Judas MacGregor. Judas’s fingers had clawed at Hugo’s skin so much so that he left clear marks there. No one but Hugo noticed them. Fergus was up at the hideout cottage but even had he been home he probably wouldn’t have seen them. They were not engaging in regular sex at this point. Fergus was too busy fucking that foul harridan downstairs.

  Having Judas inside him had felt so good. Hugo had been able to sense the anger in the man. Anger at being left to the mercy of the cops. Anger at being betrayed by a so called friend. But even through this, Judas had still bowed his head every now and then to kiss him. Hugo always assumed that Judas would be a selfish lover, but he actually wasn’t.

  Judas had come first. If this ever happened with Fergus, it was not uncommon for Fergus to withdraw. His partner’s pleasure seemed irrelevant to Fergus. Judas, however, had continued and Hugo shivered blissfully at the thought of how as Judas slipped his cock from Hugo’s ass, Hugo had reached for him to try to make him stay inside him until he had climaxed himself. So used to being neglected in sex he had actually looked down with must have appeared like shock, as Judas used his tongue on him to finish him off. Judas had taken Hugo’s cock deeply into his mouth and worked his lips over it until Hugo exploded in what was one of the most amazing orgasms of his life. Even when Judas spat the cum across Fergus’s favourite bedspread, Hugo had not felt insulted. He felt desired and, unusually for him on a visit to Fergus’s bed, deliciously satisfied.

  Judas really did have a most talented mouth. It thrilled Hugo immensely to have been privileged enough to have experienced just how talented.

  He shifted on the chair in which he sat, his fantasy gone, to be replaced with the cold reality of his surroundings.

  So who would have been seated here? Or probably not exactly here. Who had sat at the other side of Fergus that night?

  He pursed his lips.

  That slut, no doubt.

  He was filled with the sudden urge to go down to the cellar and finish him off.

 
Untie his hands and throttle his worthless life away with the rope. He would keep one of his peroxide curls as a souvenir. Perhaps have a locket especially made so that he could wear it always. The thought pleased Hugo, and he smiled.

  Right now was not the time to dispose of him, though.

  Hugo was determined to hear from the harlot’s lips an admission of his own guilt.

  Mikhail Majewski thought of himself so high and mighty, so full of values.

  Hugo needed to hear him confess just what a whore he actually was.

  The glass that he presumed belonged to Judas was still held tightly in his hand and he put it into his coat pocket. The scratches were long gone from his hips and he was in the mood for mementos these days. He would keep this to remind him of how actual passion felt.

  *

  “I have no idea why grown men decide to come to a place like this and pay for sex.”

  Ewan shook his head and he walked through the cherub bedecked gardens of the brothel that belonged to Mikhail Majewski.

  “Yeah, I have to say that I agree.” Vinny walked by his side. “Jude brought me here once but I left before I ended up having to fuck some Japanese twin.”

  Ewan laughed. “I am guessing it was a guy.” He shook his head again. “You are a queer, Vinny? Excuse the question. I am just wondering.”

  Vinny smiled and didn’t appear offended at all. “Well I had birds before. Recently just guys though. But nobody since prison.” He walked up the stone steps and opened the door.

  “Seriously?” Vinny’s response surprised Ewan. Vinny was a lot younger than him and Ewan always assumed that young people spent almost all of their waking hours in the pursuit of sex. Then all of their sleeping hours dreaming about it. Ewan had been married since he was nineteen. His sex life was virtually non-existent these days and if he was honest, it didn’t really bother him. He was a fighter not a lover. Boxing was his world, even though he had failed to make a career out of it. One day he hoped to open his own gym. Every penny he earned went on his family and saving up for his dream.