Twelfth Story - Sugar-Daddy

Jan earns much more with his hot ass than with his job and hopes that his sugar daddy loves him at least a little. But his world really only revolves around his little son and how he can protect Noah from that filthy cunt of a mother. The best way is to commit a double murder with his sugar daddy. But that only works if he sticks to the deal.

The plot and heroes of this story are fictitious. Anyone who recognizes themselves in one of them is welcome to feel honoured. The story contains detailed descriptions of gay sex and brutal violence. If you don't wanna read that, just don't do it!

This story was originally published in German language in 2024. It takes place in Berlin, the capital of Germany.

Reading sample

First Part - Jan

1 – Monday early morning

My right foot itches. Why is it itching now, I really have another problem here. Okay, I put my foot on the edge of the chair with my heel and scratch over it with the silencer. But I should take my finger off the trigger, otherwise I'd probably only be able to hobble for the rest of my life if I accidentally pulled the trigger while scratching. It distracts me a bit, the gun gets pretty heavy in my hand over time. But now I'm getting cold. It's no wonder, I've probably been sitting naked in this fucking armchair for ten minutes and I can't decide whether to pull the trigger or not. The guy has already given me three thousand and I'm supposed to get another three thousand when I've finished the job. Six thousand in total! That's a lot of ice cream with my little boy, a lot of tickets to the zoo, a lot of looking at the polar bears. And shoes! I can't believe how quickly he outgrows his shoes. And sneakers for kids cost so much these days... If I don't get the job done, he'll do to my little boy what I'm supposed to do to this god of a man. His broad chest rises and falls as he breathes, where he has kicked off the blanket. He doesn't snore. A god doesn't snore when he sleeps, he just breathes. But even that looks simply divine on him.

But my little boy! Whenever I think about him, I forget all the shit around me for a minute. I earn as much a month making beds in this shitty five-star hotel as the guest pays for a night in this suite. Suite, well... I've seen others when I've gone to their suites with guests. Even if I don't usually get to see much anyway when they nail me to the mattress. And how did the guy actually know about my little boy? Probably from Milena, the fucking filthy cunt! Whenever she's high or needs a new drug to get high, she'll tell any asshole any shit. She's probably told a dealer that she has a five-year-old boy and that the father doesn't pay his child support, which is a lie. Because she thinks she can soften a dealer's heart with a story like that and get the dope cheaper. As if any dealer in the world would ever have given a discount for a heartbreaking story. And the dealer probably kept on gossiping until someone could use a fool like me. I still don't really understand how it could have happened. About my little boy, I mean. Okay, I was pretty drugged up, but sooo much that I used my cock to fuck for the only time in my fucking life, and then in a cunt? I've been into guys since I could jerk off. But nine months after that right-wing rock she was at my door. He's from you! She only showed him to me briefly and immediately took a step backwards when I tried to stretch out my arms. I called him Elias-Noah, but you won't get him. You can only pay for him, you can count on it! My jaw dropped very low. Hey, wait a minute! She turned around and ran off with my little boy, who I wasn't even allowed to hold in my arms. I was so shocked that I didn't even follow her. If I hadn't taken her to my place after the right-wing rock because I was so proud to finally have my own, she would never have found me again. And I would never have realized that for once in my life I got something going, even if it wasn't planned at all. I still can't figure out how a mother can call her son Elias-Noah. Does she hate him that much? But then why did she want custody? My little boy only wants to be called Noah. Because he thinks Noah's story about how he built his ark for all the creatures is so cool that I have to read it to him over and over again. If Noah hadn't built the ark and saved all the animals from the great flood, we wouldn't be able to look at the polar bears in the zoo! If everyone thought as logically as my little boy, then we wouldn't have any more wars in the world...

Three weeks after I saw my little boy for the first time, I received a summons from the guardianship court. I still can't get over the fact that the judge gave her full custody, even though she was all drugged up at the hearing. Me too, I even borrowed a suit from a friend who's a mortician, and a black suit didn't look bad on me. But she's the mother and was able to present a favorable social prognosis to the judge. Whoever she blew to get that... I was still on probation and almost ended up in jail shortly before the trial. Then I wouldn't have been allowed to see my little boy for a day every two weeks if the plainclothesman hadn't been keen on my ass. So I had to serve him, for free of course, whenever he was horny. But after half a year or so, he didn't come anymore. I heard later that other plainclothesmen picked him up in a deal. I was lucky for once in my life.

What's up? ... If you can't do it, then come to bed! I'm horny for your sweet ass again.

Shit, he's awake and he's figured it out! I take a deep breath, then I just drop the gun on the carpet and get up. I can't really see him in the dark, but I think Henry even grins a little when I pull the blanket over us.

I'm sorry!

Oh, don't worry about it, you're not the first. But as you can see, nobody's managed to kill me yet! ... But now I must finally make sure that you're the last one to try...

Uh... Don't you wanna know...?

I know who wants to have me killed! ... But tomorrow then...

You mean you wanna kill him tomorrow...?

I don't think he's grinning anymore.

Me? No, why should I do it? He's given you money and certainly has leverage against you. And so do I now. I could call the cops, your fingerprints are on the gun, even if you didn't pull the trigger. But you tried, I saw it clearly, you were just too stupid to take the safety off. Attempted murder, you can work out for yourself how long you'll get for it!

I just realize that I really forgot to take the safety off, even though the guy showed me how. I'm really such a loser... But now Henry is grinning at me again.

So you're going to do it! ... Got it?

Hmmm...

My Hmmm... is probably enough for him for now.

What kind of gun is it?

I have no idea! It says Makarov, but I don't know anything about it.

I don't think an earthquake shakes you any more than I'm being shaken in Henry's strong arms, the way his broad chest vibrates when he giggles.

Russian scrap! It would certainly have jammed if you had released the safety and pulled the trigger, I would have had a good chance! ... I'm surprised Karl sent you to me with that. But he's probably got so low that he can't afford a proper gun any more.

Uh... And I'm supposed to...?

Nah, you'll take my gun, of course. No stress, my pussyboy! But don't think about it anymore, just think about something big and awesome! And that's what's coming back to you now...

Now I can even grin a little when I feel Henry's hand on my neck and am turned onto my belly. My face is pressed into the pillow and I can hardly breathe. His other hand slaps my ass cheeks and then I feel the pressure on my cunt again. I take another deep breath, as far as I can with my face in the pillow, and then I get it. This mega feeling that I'm the pussy. The fuck boy of a big, strong, horny guy who rams his horniness into my ass. I know that my ass is just as tight and firm at twenty-five as it was at fifteen, when a cock went in for the first time and afterwards I proudly wagged the fifty the guy gave me for in front of my buddies with my ass on fire.

Henry moans and gasps and roars like a moose while fucking and I think once again that the bed beneath us is about to collapse. I've already had that once. That the bed collapsed, I mean. The Negro's cock was the biggest thing that had ever been inside my pussy. The next morning when he checked out, he just put a few more bills on top with a big grin and grinned at me too, when I was vacuuming the carpet near reception. But Henry's bed holds. Okay, maybe his cock isn't quite as big as the Negro's, but I'll definitely give him a five, so full marks. It's not just the size, but also the horniness, simply the ramming and of course the feeling that he gives me. The pussyboy feeling. I'll never understand how someone can feel raped. What could be hornier than being completely at the mercy of a guy like Henry? Just having to satisfy his lust, serve him whenever he wants and never say No!