Cobra- The Vigilante Box Set 1

by Nicholas Bella

  “This is what you put that child through. This is what he felt when you had that man cut away at him. I want you to feel his fear, his pain, and his hopelessness. That was your gift to him, and this is my gift to you,” I said. I walked over to my stash of weapons and pulled out another one of my knives with a sharp blade. There was one last thing I needed to do. I walked back over to Walter, kneeling before him. “But even after all of that, you weren’t done with that kid yet, were you?”

  He was in his final stages now. The life was slowly draining out of him. He whimpered, but that was it.

  I nodded. “Naw, you weren’t done with him. You had one more little torture for the child to endure.” I aimed my blade at his piss slit and started slicing into his flesh. He moaned a little louder and tried to move, but there was no use. I continued to slice through his cock until it was split like a banana and all of the insides were exposed. Never saw what the inside of a penis looked like before, and I could probably live without ever having to see that shit again.

  I rose and took a few steps back. “Now… now you know what he felt through and through,” I said, then removed my knife from his thigh and walked back over to the crate and started packing my shit up. By the time I turned around, I saw Walter take his final breath. I approached him, checking his pulse. There was none. Good. Before I left him, though, I wanted to leave a little message. I carved the word “Cobra” into his chest with my knife. Finally, I was done with Walter Darring, aka Mr. Jingles. I gathered all of my belongings and walked out of the place, climbed inside my car, and drove off.

  I made it about four blocks before I had to pull over and puke. I’d been nauseous through most of that torture shit, but was forcing it all down so I could finish what needed to be done. But right now, all bets were off. Another wave of nausea washed through me and more of my roast beef sandwich and bile spewed from my mouth onto the pavement. I heaved a few times, then spit the last of it out. I thought I was done for now. I looked around, wondering how many people might have seen me looking uncool. There were only a few beggars on the street, so I didn’t stress. I closed my car door and drove back home.

  Chapter Nine

  “Is everything okay?” Jordan asked me as I climbed out of my car. “Oh shit… are you okay?” he asked when he saw my condition. I looked like I’d seen better days and a lot of Walter’s blood was on my outfit.

  I nodded. “My stomach is a bit flip-floppy, but mission accomplished.”

  “You killed him?”

  I nodded as I started removing my clothes. I headed toward the bathroom. I had to take a nice long, hot shower. “He’s dead, but he gave me a new name. Look up Richard Tate.” I closed the bathroom door, turned on the shower, and climbed in under the spray. It felt so good to wash all of it away and get the refreshing sensation of being clean. I must have been in the shower for a full hour before I finally turned off the water and climbed out. Jordan, the sweet guy that he was, had put a pair of my sweats, a t-shirt, and my glasses on the toilet lid for me. He’d also taken away my dirty and bloody outfit.

  I dried off quickly and got dressed, then slipped on my glasses before I walked out of the bathroom. “Did you look him up?”

  Jordan nodded. “Yeah. How are you feeling?”

  I shrugged. “I’m feeling a lot better than I was when I first came home. I’m actually hungry.”

  “Good. I don’t want you to be in any distress,” Jordan said softly, walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

  I held him close, kissing the top of his head. “Don’t worry… I bounce back fast.” I reached down, squeezing his ass, and he yelped and looked up at me.

  “Really?”

  I winked and nodded. “I’ve got a lot of pent up energy burning inside of me. You know how I get after completing a successful mission. For right now, let’s put away business for a little bit of pleasure.” My cock had gotten hard thinking about being inside Jordan’s bubbled ass.

  Jordan smiled and nodded. “Okay… yeah, I think we can both use a little bit of that.”

  I released him and he took my hand, leading me to the bedroom upstairs. Once we were up there, that was when the kissing and groping started and it was almost animalistic on my part. It was like I couldn’t get inside of him fast enough. I pushed him on the bed and stepped out of my sweats. My hard cock bounced back, slapping me in the stomach as it drooled precum down my shaft. I pulled off my t-shirt while Jordan finished undressing. I thought my excitement to fuck him stemmed from the fact that I was going in bare-fucking-back. Flesh on flesh, full on friction, and it was about to feel fantastic.

  I reached down, grabbing his legs, and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I purred, smiling as I leaned down to kiss him. He wrapped his legs around me as our tongues mingled in each other’s mouths. I loved the sensation of his hands roaming all over my body, rubbing my flesh and kneading my muscles. Ahh, man, I really needed this… we both did. I reached down between us, grabbing both of our cocks, and started stroking.

  “Hmmmm, feels good. I love the way your hands feel on my dick,” Jordan moaned, then started kissing me again.

  I kissed him back, then pulled away, grinning. “I love the way your dick feels in my hand.” We were both leaking a lot of precum, which I used as lube as I stroked our shafts. I dipped my head under his chin, kissing and sucking his neck and shoulder while he moaned in ecstasy the entire time.

  “You like my mouth on your body?” I teased as I moved lower, licking his dark nipple.

  “Oooohhh yeeeaaahhh,” he purred and squirmed beneath me as I took his nipple into my mouth. “Ahhhh.”

  The sounds he was making were going straight to my dick, making me even harder as I stroked both of our cocks. I got one nipple nice and stiff, then went to work on the other, and he moaned in pleasure as I teased his flesh. Jordan ran his fingers through my hair and I felt a little nudge as he attempted to push me down further.

  I lifted my head. “What are you trying to do?”

  “What?” He smiled. “Nothing—”

  “My ass, you want me to suck your cock?”

  “Well, since you brought it up, could you, please?” he asked with the sweetest smile, which I couldn’t resist.

  I smirked, then went back to licking, sucking, and kissing his sensitive zones over his ribs, then his abs, moving lower until his cock was right in front of me. I opened my mouth, taking him down whole. Jordan was a good six inches and pretty thick, so he was a nice mouthful. He arched on the bed, squirting precum in my mouth as I pulled back, sucking along his shaft. I swallowed what he gave me, then dived down for more.

  “Ahhh fuck! Ooooh, baby,” he huffed and cooed as I gave his cock the Eric Cayden special. I pulled back and licked his slit, sucking up his precum like the tasty treat it was. I went back down on him, all the way to his balls, which I licked with the tip of my tongue. “Ahhhh shit!” he cried out in pleasure.

  I held his thighs down as I sucked his cock, which started growing thicker and stiffer in my mouth. I knew he was getting ready to cum, so I sucked him harder and faster. With my super strength, he was getting a blowjob that was out of this world.

  “Ahhhh, ahhhh, oh god… I’m cum—cumming!” he yelled just as his dick fired off his hot, creamy jizz into my mouth.

  Oh yeah… and what a cumload it was, too. I had to swallow quickly to get it all down as Jordan quaked and moaned on the bed while he continued to shoot down my throat. I milked his dick with my lips until I’d drained his balls dry and he was just lying there, twitching like a crackhead.

  “Damn, baby… that was good as fuck,” I said as I climbed off him. I walked over to the nightstand and pulled out the lube. I squirted a nice amount in my hand and rubbed it all over my cock, which was ready to take the plunge inside Jordan’s chocolate chute.

  “My god… your mouth…” Jordan panted as he stared at the ceiling in what I was sure was astonishment.

  Yeah, I know, I
thought to myself. I knelt on the floor, grabbing his legs and pushing them against his torso. I wanted to get a really good view of his dark, wrinkled pucker. Yeah, there was that pretty bastard. I dove in, licking all around his hole, and then dipped my tongue inside of him, which I knew drove him crazy with passion.

  “Ooohhh, oooohh, mmmmmm, hmmmm,” he was purring in his high-pitched tone, which was sexy as all fuck! Yes! Ooohh, those moans of his were going straight to my dick and having a party in my balls. My cock was hard enough to hammer a nail through titanium. I was so aching to be inside of him, but I really wanted to get him prepared for me. I ate him nice and slow, getting him all wet, then I pulled back and aimed my cock at his pucker. “Yeah… give it to me. Give me all that vigilante cock.”

  I chuckled as I slid inside him. “Ahhhh, yeah… this is heaven,” I moaned. I loved the sensation of skin on skin. Feeling Jordan’s velvety heat pulsating around my cock was pure ecstasy. He was loving it too, because his eyes had rolled up inside his head. I put his legs on my shoulders and really started giving him a ride. There was a mirror on the dresser, which was along the side of our bed, and I couldn’t help but glance over and marvel at how hot my ass looked as I stroked myself inside Jordan.

  Fuck yeah! I looked back at Jordan and his face was a perfect mask of pleasure. Mouth open, panting, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed, and skin dripping with sweat. “You like this dick?” I asked.

  He nodded “Oh yeah… oh shit… ooohhh shit… ahhh give it to me.”

  Damn, he looked fucking good enough to eat. I pumped my cock inside of him for a few more minutes until I saw his dick getting more ridged. He was about ready to blow from my cock alone and I loved that I could do that to him. I leaned down, scooping him up in my arms, then I rolled over with him on top.

  “Ride me, cowboy,” I said, grinning.

  “Ah, shit, you ain’t said nothing but a damn thing,” Jordan laughed, taking me up on my challenge. “I should put a bridle in your mouth because I’m about to ride you hard, baby.”

  “Bring it,” I egged him on. I put my hands behind my back as I looked up at him.

  “Oh, you gonna just lay there all lax and shit, like I’m not about to make your ass scream my name?”

  “I’m waiting.”

  “Oh hell naw, no you didn’t.” He laughed as he braced himself on my chest. That was when he started rocking back and forth on my cock. He switched it up, swirling his slender hips all kinds of ways, and I found myself bucking under his skill.

  “Ohhh fuck!” I panted.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Whose cock is this now?” Jordan taunted as he rode me like the power-bottom that he was.

  I reached down, gripping his hips as he really laid into me. “Ohhhhh… shiiiiit! It’s your dick, baby!” I admitted as I arched in pleasure. The headboard was banging against the wall in a rhythm you could rope cattle to.

  “Fuck yeah!” Jordan panted as he reached down, stroking his cock. “Ahhh, I’m about to cum.”

  “I’m right there with you,” I groaned. My balls were tingling with the need to burst and my toes curled as my climax erupted from me, coating Jordan’s guts as his cock splashed me in the face, chest, and stomach with his cream. We were both quaking and huffing as we rode our orgasms out until Jordan collapsed on top of me, panting breathlessly.

  “Holy shit, that was intense,” I said after catching my breath.

  “Ditto,” was all Jordan could muster. I laughed, then rolled him over and pushed his legs back against his chest again. “What are you doing?”

  “What I’ve always wanted to do. Eat your ass like a Hostess cupcake. First, I’m going to lick and suck out the cream. Then I’m going to munch on all of that chocolatey goodness,” I said to his laughter, then I dived down and did just that. I could taste my cum as I sucked and licked it out of his asshole. He loved everything I was doing with my mouth and that pleased me. I loved making him happy. I kissed, licked, and sucked his ass until he came again, then I let him suck me off for the finale.

  I loved watching my cock disappear into his mouth. The way his luscious lips looked wrapped around my cock was beautiful. For whatever reason, Jordan and I could not fully commit to each other. But one day, maybe we would, or he might find the right man who could. Either way, I wished him nothing but happiness, whether it was with me or someone else. For right now, I was going to savor his tongue licking along my shaft and around my crown.

  “Ahhhh, yeah, just like that. Sooo good,” I purred. It didn’t take me long before my balls started tingling again and they drew up tight as I roared into my climax. Jordan let me cum in his mouth, which was hot, but he climbed out of the bed to spit my semen in the sink. I could hear him rinsing his mouth out. “What, you quit swallowing?”

  He stepped back into bedroom. “I only like the taste of your cum if you’ve eaten something fruity, you know that.”

  “Aww, you’re such a girl,” I teased as I laid in the bed, making myself comfortable.

  Jordan laughed. “You want me to swallow, eat pineapples or oranges then.” I chuckled at that as he climbed into bed beside me. I took him in my arms as he laid his head on my chest. “Are you okay, really?” he asked.

  I thought about everything that I had gone through and what I had done and nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay. What I did today may not have been noble, but it felt right. It felt good.”

  Jordan was playing with one of my nipples, the one with the ring in it. “It was noble, Eric. It was justice. The only kind of justice that kid and his family will ever get. I’m proud of you.” He looked up at me, lips pursed.

  I smiled because Jordan always seemed to know the right words to say to put things in perspective for me. I leaned down, kissing him in return. “I love you, you fucking nerd.”

  He laughed and put his head back on my chest. “I love you too, dumb ass jock.”

  Last word getting bastard. Fine, I would let him have that one.

  Chapter Ten

  Unlawful

  “I’ve got to say, for a chick, you look really hot,” Jordan said, checking me out as I started to slip on a pair of high heeled, knee-length boots over my charcoal leggings.

  I tossed him a look because he knew, knew I hated having to transform into a female for any reason. “Don’t get punched in your nutsac tonight,” I warned.

  Jordan laughed. “Oh come on, Eric, you have one of the coolest fucking superpowers known to man. You can be anyone you want to be at any time. Yet, you hardly use it.”

  “That’s because I love being exactly who I am. I’m comfortable in my own skin. That’s why I don’t like having a pussy and tits,” I shot back as I put on my other boot. I wasn’t a fan of heels of any kind, but I had gotten better at walking in them.

  “I still can’t believe you’ve never masturbated as a woman just to see what it feels like to cum. If I were you, that would have been the first thing I did the moment I realized I could be a woman,” Jordan stated.

  I frowned at the thought. “I know what it feels like to cum… as a man. I like seeing my nuts squirt out on some hot dude’s face or on his body, preferably in his mouth.” I winked.

  “Come on, let me play with it,” Jordan teased as he approached me, his hand going for my crotch and getting dangerously close.

  I slapped his hand away. “Jordan, don’t get fucked up in here, I ain’t playing with you,” I half-joked, half-warned him with a slight chuckle.

  He laughed outright, then shook his head. “You’re such a stick in the mud.”

  “You weren’t saying that last night when I had your legs over my shoulders and my cock banging your ass.”

  “Well, that was different.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I smirked, then walked over to our mirror, checking myself out. I found it bizarre to hear myself say the shit I was used to saying, but in a female voice. Seemed so unnatural to me, but I had a job to do tonight. Failure wasn’t an option.

  I looked exactly like
the mayor’s assistant’s girlfriend. I was wearing contacts, which I tended to do while on missions unless I had to wear eyeglasses for the sake of my disguise. The plan for tonight was to visit Nancy, the assistant, and squeeze her for information. Once I got what I wanted from her, I’d assume her identity in order to get close to the mayor, Cicely Danvers. Once I had the mayor where I wanted her, then I would do what I did best. The most important thing for me and Jordan was to be careful. I didn’t want to rush into my mission this time. I didn’t want any blunders like I’d had when I was trying to take down Walter Darring, aka Mr. Jingles.

  Jordan agreed with the tactic I had worked out, so that was why we had waited two weeks since first discovering that the mayor played a part in this criminal murder syndicate. I wanted to get close to her to find out what she knew about the ring or if she had any information about the other members. So I watched her, noted what she did, where she went, and who she trusted around her at all times.

  Turned out the person she seemed to trust the most was her assistant, Nancy Turner. Therefore, that meant I had to get close to Nancy first. I wasn’t surprised when I discovered she was a lesbian. Of course, that meant I had to shape change into a female to get the job done, which I hated, as I’ve stated before. But it was a necessary evil, I supposed. As for Nancy’s girlfriend, Mercedes, she was at home and would be sleeping for hours, thanks to the sedative I slipped into her red wine.

  That task had been one of the easiest thus far. Breaking into Mercedes’ apartment, I laid low until she came home. Once she poured herself a glass of the red stuff, I waited until I was able to spike it. Once she’d passed out, I rummaged through her closet and borrowed an outfit and her boots. I didn’t want to risk any awkward moments interrupting my time with Nancy. It would be very difficult trying to explain why there were two Mercedes if the real one decided to drop in for a surprise visit. This seemed like the better and safer option.