the mafia

giving you the chance

"Nnnn mmmm sooo mmmm"
Type moaned Then he bit his lower lip.
Tharn was on top of type thrusting in deep while he kneeled on his knees. Type was laying down on his back, one arm to the side of his head laying limply.
The other was stroking himself off.
Tharns hands were to types legs bending them slightly up. His body went up and down by the hard thrusts.
"Mmmm you enjoying this street rat?"
Type nodded biting his lip harder.
Tharn smiled then looked down to see how much type was ozzing pre cum.
"Mmm my bitch is getting so wet."
Then tharn thrusted slower to make type feel every thrust.
Types eyes furrowed.
"Aaaah aaashole! I'm not your..."
Then quickly tharn turned type around to his stomach.
He brought his ass up so he could thrust him from behind.
Tharn leaned his body over type to wrap his arm to his erection to stroke him off. The other he put on his head gripping his hair bringing his head slightly up.
Type gripped the bed sheet hard.
"Aaaah god! Fuck me harder."
Tharn smiled.
"Mmm my bitch want my cock?"
"Mmmm im not your bitch!"
Then type squeezed his eyes shut has tharn thrusted deeper, quicker and harder.
"tell me what you are then."
Type then started to thrust his groin into tharns hand.
"Aaaah so good. Mmmm im so cclose."
Tharn shook his head.
He was baiting type to finally give him an answer but he wouldn't give in.
"Aaah im gonna cum filling you up. Does my bitch want that?'
Type brought his head down with tharns hand.
"Aaah fuck! Mmmm im cumming!"
Then Type came all over tharns hand and bed.
Feeling type squeeze his rectum with him cumming tharn couldn't stop himself. He bit his bottom lip and came inside.
Tharn then flopped on types back to wrap his arms around type.
They laid there breathing heavily.
"Mmm did you like that?"
He took his one hand down, with his index he played with types head.
Types body was slightly shifted to the side.
"Your...such...a prick. I'm...not...your bitch! But yes. That was fucking great."
Tharn then put his hand to his length.
"Mmm ttharn?"
"Let me touch it."
Type rolled his eyes. Its been about a month and type hadent given tharn an actual answer. So everyday tharn kept akira away from type. Every job tharn was able to have type either do it alone or with some one else.
Type looked up to see the wall clock it read 11.
"Mmm tharn i need to go."
Tharn gripped type tighter.
"Aah."
"No. Your staying here."
"What if?"
Tharn then bit types shoulder.
"Oow what the fuck was that for?"
"Stay here. Mmm Sleep with the man who made you cum."
Type was tired.
"Mmm just tonight."
Tharn smiled.
Type hadent slept with tharn for awhile. Shifting his body he didn't care.
The next morning tharn was on his back. He opened his one eye to then roll over closing both to pat at the empty bed.
Leaning slightly up he looked to the ground. Types clothes were gone.
Tharns eyes narrowed in anger.
Type was with akira in the early morning in a black car going to a job.
He was just going to his room to change clothes but once out, akira put his arm over his shoulder pulling him along.
Type looked out the window, worried.
What was tharn going to do when he finds out about this?
"So. How you been? Haven't been able to see you in a month."
Type shrugged.
"Trying to branch out a bit. Your son also been helping me understand the paperwork aspect, however, akira leaving a paper trail isn't that bad for our line of work?"
Type needed to put in he had been spending time with tharn just in case anyone had seen them.
Akira nodded.
"Hope he's not being to mean to you."
Type shrugged.
"Your son is a huge asshole but i want to make sure your not losing any money anywhere."
Akira put his hand on his head to muffle his hair.
Types heart beated hard in his chest.
Shit. Tharn if he found out about this is going to kill you type.
After they completed there job they got back to the compound to go straight to the bar.
Type put his glass to his busted lip.
"Sorry type."
He shrugged.
They were against 3 guys and type saw one about to hit akira.
Tharn came down irratated type left him that morning. Then he froze to look at the side.
He saw akira with his hand to types face. They were both seated close together.
Tharn at that moment made a decision. He had enough.
Walking to them type made a fake wince to be able to lean away from akira.
Then he looked up to tharn who looked composed.
"What happened to him?"
"My fault. I turned the wrong way."
Then tharn patted type on the back then he motioned for him to get up.
Type instantly got up to stand to tharns side looking between the two.
Tharn looked to his father then to type.
"You've had my father long enough, go away street rat."
Types eyes narrowed.
Then he rolled his eyes.
Akira looked to tharn confused.
Type then left to go to his room to clean his wound.
Once he left tharn motioned to the bartender for another round.
"What was that all about?"
Tharn shrugged.
"When was the last time you and i drank together?"
Akira eyed his drink.
Tharn brought his up.
Akira did the same to clink then tharns eyes narrowed.
They both sat there drinking.
Tharns plan was under way when he took his father's limp body to his room to set him on the couch.
Tharn sat to the side looking down at his father.
Does type only let me fuck him because i am your child? Do i even look like you?
Signing tharn took his phone from his front pocket to text type.
(Fake) akira: can you meet me in my room? I need to talk to you."
Type was in his bathroom rubbing an alcohol q tip to the side of his lip.
Then his eyes went to the side of the sink seeing his phone go off.
He then threw the q tip to the trash and then unlocked his phone.
Types eyes widen.
Type: sure. Ill be there in 10.
Type stood there confused and worried.
Would tharn tell his father about them? He knew tharn and he knew something was amiss.
Breathing in he left to go to akiras room.
He tried to keep his mind off tharn but once he got too akiras door type froze.
I knew it!
Tharn looked up to push himself from the door to walk around type. Type spun around.
"What did you do Tharn?"
Tharn stopped too turn to type to take a step towards him.
Then He put his hand to his neck pulling his forehead to his.
"I gave you the opportunity. Now it is your choice. Either him or me."
Type closed his eyes.
Tharn what did you do to your father?
"Tharn?"
Then he brought his other hand up to place it on types chest to push him away.
They stood there glaring at each other.
Tharn shrugged.
"You and i only like each other....right?"
Types lips parted.
Minutes pasted then tharn let out a sign.
Then he put his hand to his back pocket to throw a condom at type.
Type caught it to look down. His eyes darted.
"Make sure he wears that."
Then tharn turned around leaving type confused, embrassed, ashamed and above all else disgusted.