This is the SECOND PART of "The mobster's toy" story,
please read Ch01 before reading Ch02!
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The story is an unlikely ROMANCE between scarred bisexual bodyguard ex-marine ex-cage fighter, and a beautiful young gay who is a fucktoy for a twisted mobster who is forcing him to play dead during sex.
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I was scrolling through the new messages on Grindr, feeling empty and angry for no reason. Fuck that. I was determined to get laid, I was painfully hard the whole evening, I could not think straight, no pun intended.
It was Wednesday, and I usually look for a hookup on Tuesdays, but I found myself unable to do that for some reason. Yep, I looked at pictures, got some nudes, but could not force myself into answering to any of those. Today, I was hell-bent on doing that.
One picture attracted my attention. Some slim, twink-ish looking guy. He had long blond hair. Fuck, why blond?! I wasn't even that much of a fan of blondes. I tried to force myself to look for other dudes, but just kept on coming back to the twink. The worst part, he was close to my location. Probably even on campus?
I clenched my jaw and sent him my dick pic. After maybe one minute, he answered: "Wanna hook up?" I sent, "Sure. We're close by. Campus? I can be at your place in 5 minutes." He answered by giving me his address. Efficient, huh? It was really not far away, indeed a few minutes' walk. "See u soon."
I took a quick shower, packed lube and condoms and got out of my room. I had a single room, although I was living in campus housing to have a better "college experience". Not that I was actually getting one, since I hadn't had many interactions with other freshmen...
So, that was it. I needed to get laid. Had to. Must!
All of a sudden, large drops of rain began falling from the dark sky, as I was maybe fifty feet from the dorm. I cursed under my breath, not now for fuck's sake! LA weather is supposed to be "always sunny". Or at least always "clear". I sped up my pace and got to a small intersection of alleys. I almost bumped into somebody, running from the left.
"Fuck, man!" I hissed, but it was he - who took the full impact of our collision and fell on the ground into the small puddle of water. His baseball cap was now laying on the wet footpath.
"Watch where you..." I suddenly stopped.
He raised his head up, and then I recognized him. The golden, long hair was unmistakable.
"Ilya?"
I bent and grabbed his arms to quickly put him on his feet. I also picked up his cap.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, but it was obviously a stupid question, since he lived here on campus.
"I was coming back to my dorm," he said in a quiet voice, looking at his wet cap. The rain was pouring, and his face had pale with dark rings under his lower eyelids. He was completely wet now.
"Sorry about that," I pointed at his cap, or rather at him. And then I noticed a torn plastic bag laying there and one small roll, completely soaked in the puddle's water.
Ilya looked at that too, biting his lip, but he didn't respond.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. Was that your dinner?"
"Kind of..." he murmured.
I looked at the small roll, blinking stupidly. How could anyone have just one roll for dinner? His head was down, he just clumsily tried to clean his cap from small bits of mud.
"Ilya, can I buy you dinner tonight? I ruined your roll, so it's only fair I buy you something in return."
"You don't have to," he said tersely. "I'm heading to my room."
"On an empty stomach?"
"Why do you even care, I need to go!"
I grabbed his arm. He shivered so intensely that I raised my eyebrows. What was wrong with this boy? He was like a small animal, scared and hounded.
"I'm going to buy you dinner, whether you want it or not. You can go to your room, I will follow you anyway. Like a stalker," I added, narrowing my eyes.
He pouted his lips, turned back and marched away, but I was having none of it. I followed him, as I said, determined to make things right.
He went inside one of the dorms and headed toward his room, which was at the end of a long hallway. I could hear music playing in some other rooms, but there were no students outside.
I pulled out my cell phone and noticed a couple of angry WTF messages from this blond guy from Grindr, but decided to ignore it. I ordered a pizza from a nearby pizzeria.
The boy said nothing as he continued to walk. He opened his door, but I didn't enter the room. I was just standing there, not planning on intruding.
"I will wait here for the pizza delivery. I'll leave it under your door. Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna storm inside," I smiled at him crookedly.
He looked at me. "And why should I be afraid? I remembered you said that only my words are enough to stop you. Isn't that right?" His eyes narrowed, but the corner of his mouth twitched up.
I tilted my head and winced. "You know that I would never have forced you to do anything."
"So come inside. You can wait here. I don't wanna make a ruckus in the corridor."
Hesitantly, I agreed.
His room was tiny. One bed, one desk, one chair and one closet. He pointed to the bed.
"I'm sorry, it's the only place where you can sit beside my chair."
And surely, he sat down on the only chair, with a grim grimace, leaving me with the only other choice. So, I dropped on the edge of the bed, with a similar grimace.
We sat in silence, awkwardly staring at random things in the room. He had an old laptop and some programming-related books on his desk.
"Were you studying? I don't want to interrupt you. Please, proceed. I'll just wait here," I said, my jaw still a bit clenched.
His gaze flicked to me, his brows drawing together. "Not now, but later I'm going to study a bit."
He looked tired and unhappy, as always - I noticed that every time I saw him in class.
"You should go to sleep after you eat. You look like death."
"Thanks, that's sweet," he muttered. "It's undoubtedly the type of compliment I need to hear to feel better." He smirked, his eyes narrowed.
"It's the brutal truth, I'm not going to give you cheap compliments." I blurted out.
