Eighth Story - Killer-Daddies

Felix and Franky are the perfect couple, but Felix's well-paid job isn't enough for a real life of luxury, so a man needs to have a lucrative additional income. Contract killing can be done on the side and brings in a lot of money! Franky has taught Felix everything a killer needs to know, even if a customer doesn't want to pay. Now Felix thinks that a man should also have a son, but adopting a boy isn't that easy and teaching him what their job is isn't easy either. Can good killers even be good daddies?

The plot and heroes of this story are fictitious. It contains detailed descriptions of gay sex and brutal violence. If you don't want to read that, just don't do it!

This story was originally published in German language in 2022. It takes place in Munich, the capital of the state of Bavaria in the south of Germany, and in Rome, Italy's capital of art and architecture.

Reading sample

First Part - Felix

1 – Sunday afternoon

These beige and purple zigzags describe my emotions when my husband... left me and...

Oh, your husband died? We're so sorry!

Er... no, he left me... for another woman...

I know Marion is about to launch into her usual whining about that asshole ex-husband, which will surely deter the rich couple in their prime from buying one of her huge paintings, so I try to draw her attention to the other intense parts of the six-by-ten-foot canvas.

Just look at that particularly intense orange! It... always inspires me! It's so...

I really can't think of anything halfway clever about it, because it's just an orange blob of color in the middle of light green dots, pale pink stripes, dark blue squares and many other colorful... blobs! But luckily my aunt is now taking over the interpretation of her passions, fears, longings, hopes and all that art-explaining nonsense as she runs her arms over the picture, as if she still had the brush in her hand and was painting.

In this work, which I call The Big Bang!, I managed for the first time to bring out and bring to light what I had buried deep in my soul, so that the world could share my pain with me and...

What do you think, sweathart?

Well... I don't know, Günter... We don't have any room in our villa for this... work of art!

Marion smiles blissfully that someone has actually called one of her oil paintings art. Only a few people who attend her vernissages in our hall do so, which I can certainly understand. I call myself an art fan, but I'm thinking more of the classic works of the Renaissance and Baroque. The masterfully painted pictures by Da Vinci or Botticelli, the lively and realistic sculptures by truly brilliant artists such as Bernini or Michelangelo and of course the fantastic architects such as Bruneleschi or Bramante... Günter pulls me back from my admiration for the masters of past centuries to the not quite so glamorous present of my aunt's kitschy, colorful oil paintings as he lets his gaze wander over the canvas again and grins mischievously.

We have the big wall to the left of the fireplace! It's big enough, it would fit there...

The millionaire's wife suddenly looks quite indignant.

My mother's series of pictures hangs on that wall!

Yes...! And this picture here... would fit right above it...!

Now he's smiling rather blissfully at the idea. I'm curious to see whether he'll still smile when Marion tells him her asking price...

How much is this really great... work supposed to cost?

At this crucial moment, my man stands next to me and puts his paw on my shoulder. I imagine that I have a very impressive figure and appearance, but next to Franky I always feel small and insignificant. Especially when he tries to support my aunt in her sales efforts with equally sweeping movements of his arms. He has just as little success with this as I do...

Well, have you chosen a nice picture? The one with the orange blob, I like that too! I've already told Marion that if she can't get rid of it, we'll just hang it up in our living room! So you'd better hurry up if you want it, otherwise it'll soon be gone!

Günter seems genuinely interested, but his wife doesn't look happy that her mother has to give way to Marion's sentimentalism. And my aunt isn't really convinced that my man isn't doing her more harm than good when it comes to selling. Even though he's now giving the potential customers that broad grin that I immediately fell in love with. They stare at Franky, letting their eyes wander along his stature from the black side parting to his chic, anthracite-colored Italian designer suit to his black and gray patterned cowboy boots. No wonder when a man is almost two meters tall and the jacket stretches over his muscles...

Marion tries to get her attention again. Günter's wife is now making a face as if she would much rather buy Franky than a huge painting! And her husband seems to be considering whether he shouldn't spend his money on my bodyguard, chauffeur and rude ass-fucker with a huge cock, which is clearly visible in the thin suit trousers...

Twenty thousand!

The two of them turn back to my aunt, who now has her determined I-want-to-sell-this-crappy-painting!-face on. They stare at her in complete amazement. Either because Marion has torn them away from their admiration for my man or because they think she's completely crazy. Probably both... Günter is the first to find his voice again.

Twenty... thousand? ... I'd rather continue to put up with the kitschy photos of my mother-in-law with her silly straw hat in the cornfield!

His wife looks pretty angry at his comment, but at the same time she is relieved that Marion's form of art will probably not decorate her living room after all.

We'll take another look! Do you also have... smaller pictures?

Marion literally collapses. Art philistines! She didn't say it, but I read it from her lips.

No! My pictures are my emotions! And they are... big!

Yeah! ... They are huge...

Franky wanted to say completely crazy!, but just held it back. We have been a couple for three years and I now know exactly what he wants to say. He takes me in his arms as the rich art philistines shake their heads and wander over to Marion's next expressive and completely crazy-colorful picture. He gives me another kiss that immediately makes me forget everything around me. But before I close my eyes so that I can only feel my man and nothing else, I just see my aunt give us that look again, which I still can't quite interpret. Either she wants to tell us that we are once again not helping her with her sales efforts, or that she still hasn't come to terms with the fact that her boy didn't marry Francesca and father a bunch of children for whom she then wanted to play Nonna. In Lazio, of course, in the beautiful surroundings of Rome, the city of art and architecture. But that I, at the marriageable age of twenty-seven, stood in front of her with a big muscle-bound man, grinning broadly, and proudly announced to her that I had finally found the right person for life.

Felix! ... If I can interrupt you for a moment...?

I really don't want her to interrupt me right now, I just wanna enjoy my man, be held by his strong arms, feel his lips on mine... But my aunt doesn't grant us the moment.

Felix!

Franky lets go of me and looks at Marion just as annoyed as I do.

What's up? Can't you let us kiss for a moment?

I straighten my smart beige suit, which goes so well with my dark blonde hair but is a bit disheveled by Franky's warm embrace, and try to smile at my aunt, who now also looks pretty annoyed.

What can I do for you, dear Marion?

You should take care of our guests instead of making out! New ones are coming...

You're right, of course! – Come on, Franky, we'll greet them and show them around. As always...

And don't forget the champagne!

You mean the prosecco, that sweet swill...! – Okay, my sweetheart, I'll just be the hello-guy again and you'll be the art-explainer...