I’m in

I was unstable.

I feared for my life as two of Otto’s men escorted me through the dim lit corridor.

My heart pounded from uncertainty. What test awaited me in his private chambers? How would I prove my loyalty?

As we walked, I could hear sounds of moaning, the rhythmic sounds of ass clapping and men screaming from pleasure coming out of the rooms on both sides of the hallway.  Some were playful, others desperate.

Ahead, Otto walked with the slow, confident swagger of a man who owned everything. His tailored suit screamed power.

Was this the test he meant? Was that how I’d prove my loyalty, by fucking him?

"Keep moving," one of the men barked, shoving me forward.

I swallowed hard. I had no choice but to follow.

We stopped at an ornately carved door. Otto twisted the handle and stepped inside.

Immediately, two athletic young men rushed to him, helping him out of his suit.

As I caught sight of the large bed that lay just in front of him, I knew it had come to this.

I had to have sex with him.

I was a virgin. I always dreamt of my first time being with someone I really loved.

But, I was determined to do whatever gets me closer to the prize money.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, waiting for orders to take off my clothes.

He snapped his fingers, and two other men approached him slowly. One of them gently pushed him onto the bed, where he landed softly, letting out a relaxed exhale.

The door was shut behind us, and I was offered a seat a few steps away from the bed, facing it directly.

One man carefully unbuttoned Otto’s shirt while the other teasingly sucked his lower lip.

I was forced to watch as the three exchanged expressions of love.

Wait.

All three of them seemed to be in love. No one looked forced into it.

I wouldn’t care. I was not going to wait around for orders to join them.

My eyes scanned through the room looking for a possible way out.

Just a slip.

Just one single slip from the men beside me and I’ll make for the window. I’ll run as fast my legs could carry me.

My hands clenched onto the sides of my arms rest. My gaze moved between both men by my side as I readied myself.

"Don't even think about it," one of the men beside me whispered, gripping my wrist hard enough so that it hurt.

Then, there was a sound.

The sound of a zipper unfastening caught my attention.

Taking off Otto’s pants, Bron ran his palm over Otto’s dick, feeling it throb beneath his touch.

The soft flesh, barely two inches at first, responded eagerly, growing, stretching, the veins rising to the surface like cables twisting over each other.

But, Otto wasn’t looking at Bron.

He was looking at me like I was the one pleasuring him.

As Bron flicked his tongue over it’s  sensitive tip, Otto shuddered, his body vibrating as if struck by a live wire.

A surge of pleasure ran through him, a deep, uncontainable reaction.

When the warm heat of Bron’s mouth enclosed just over the tip, sucking ever so gently, Otto gripped the sheets, moaning softly;

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.

There!

Right there!

Ooh…”

Then, there was silence.

But, there was a little problem. Otto’s dick was still upright.

“Now it’s time, pretty boy. Come over here”  he called out to me.

"Bring me the lube and oil!" Otto instructed, and one of his men standing beside me dashed off into the other room, which looked like a store for sex items.

I bit my lower lip, starting to undress.

As the man emerged from the other room carrying two plastic cans…

BANG!

A gunshot shattered the air.

Otto sat up fast, pushing the men off. He quickly put on his pants and grabbed his revolver.

I didn’t know how or what to feel.

I sat there, frozen.

I was about to lose my Virginity to a man I barely knew and now it seemed I had been caught up in the middle of a mafia war.

“Boss?” Luca, his right-hand man, rushed in, eyes scanning for orders.

My God!

I couldn’t take my eyes off Luca. He looked so good.

If he had asked me to join him in bed, I wouldn’t have had second thoughts.

I was lost in my thoughts.

Just then, a door slammed shut, snapping me out of my reverie.

“Get up!” A thug pulled me to my feet as Otto approached, brushing a hand through my hair.

“Pretty boy, I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.” He punched his number into my phone and shoved it back into my hands as he led me through the back door.

“We’ll be in touch.”

I ran as fast as my legs could go, Stumbling. Tumbling.

Laughter followed me from the cartel members watching.

Once out of sight, I stopped, grinning triumphantly as I texted the vice chancellor: I’m in.

But then, my stomach dropped.

I hadn’t texted the vice chancellor.

I had texted Otto.