Syndicate Stories

Chapter 1



Mikhail’s knowledge of the Syndicate was minimal to keep him from giving away key secrets if he were ever arrested or held for questioning. He did know that eighty-five percent of the Syndicate’s business dealings were legal under the name of Debrie Industries, which was run by a Board of Directors that reported to the Chairman.

However, the not-so-legal dealings of the other fifteen percent, was the truly lucrative side of the business and the part that took care of any troublemakers that threatened Debrie Industries. That part of the Syndicate also reported to the Chairman, though he was always referred to as the Boss, and was run by a Shadow Board that consisted of seven Under Bosses. Logan ranked third in seniority among the Under Bosses and had the added benefit of being married to the Boss’s second oldest stepdaughter. Other organizations scoffed at that, but the Boss was fond of all his seventeen children: legitimate, illegitimate, and legally adopted.

In the past four years, Mikhail never met Logan’s wife, Yvonne Ligaya. She lived in New York with their daughter in the lap of luxury, allowed to do whatever she pleased without a single worry about money or her reputation. Logan would visit her a few times every year to keep up appearances and attend parties.

Mikhail had the pleasure of meeting Logan’s now fourteen year old daughter, Vivi Ligaya. She visited her father ever few months for a couple weeks, usually when her mother went on some obscene pleasure cruise that a child should not witness. He found her a friendly and charming individual , and very much her father’s daughter in ways that no person should be. As there was no chance of advancement for himself, Mikhail knew nothing of how a person moved up in the Syndicate, if it was a merit based or hereditary system. But, if Logan wanted someone to follow in his footsteps, his daughter was perfect. The girl was a predator in every possible way.

Mikhail let out a sigh and shook his head. Thinking about the Syndicate’s infrastructure was not a productive way to spend his last moments. He looked over at the Syndicate owned apartment building and let out another pained sigh as he crossed the street. If he paced the sidewalk outside the building for much longer, the doorman would become suspicious of him and Mikhail would find himself with a black bag over his head and thrown into a car before anyone bothered to ask who he was.

Walking into the building, Mikhail nodded to the doorman that seemed relieved to see it was him and not some stranger, as he walked to the elevator and swiped the keycard. He stepped inside the private elevator and rode it up to the penthouse apartment where he lived with Logan and two other men.

Being Logan’s boy meant that he was required to live with the man, to be at his beck and call at all hours of the day and night. It was a clause that Logan used to his full advantage, and there were times when Mikhail could not help but wonder if the other Under Bosses used their boys the same way.

Mikhail let out a trembling sigh as he leaned in the corner and slouched, his hands digging into the pockets of his jacket. He was in major trouble. A part of him wanted there to be something wrong with the elevator and for it to send him plunging to a quick and painless death.

Much like the whore he silence a week ago in the midst of ecstasy, he had been given another assignment with very particular conditions that he did not meet. Mikhail grit his teeth as the door of the elevator opened into the main hallway of the penthouse. The was done and the target would never squeal again, but he knew the cleaners were probably reporting his dereliction of duty that very moment.

Mikhail took off his shoes and tossed his jacket into the closet as he walked further inside, almost surprised when Cain’s hand did not clamp down on his neck from nowhere and drag him off to see Logan. As he walked toward the bedrooms, Mikhail could hear the reason he was not already being forced to his knees in order to beg forgiveness. Whenever Logan was busy fucking Nate, Cain made it his business to go off and see May-Anne for a massage. Which meant the cleaners had yet to tattle his lack of execution, but it was only a momentary reprieve.

Continuing further down the hall and passed Logan’s bedroom, Mikhail went to his own room and threw himself down on the bed. It was a huge apartment with four bedrooms and two extra rooms, but it was still strange living with his owner and the two other men. Though, much like Mikhail, it was their relationship to Logan that caused this living arrangement.

Cain Mishima was Logan’s personal bodyguard. A stoic Asian man with bleached hair and a presence that was not the least bit intimidating, until he was forcing any threat to his boss to eat their own tongue. Mikhail got along fine with Cain, except when he was in trouble and Cain was acting as Logan’s enforcer.

The other man was Nate, a tall, twenty-six year old, blond man with no last name and no legal identity in any country in the world. At first glance, Nate was nothing more than a live in servant that cooked, cleaned, acted as an in home secretary, and allowed Logan to use his body on a frequent basis. Though, with how docile Nate was when it came to sex, Logan only really bothered using him when he wanted a blowjob or another body in an orgy or no one else was available.

In the four years Mikhail had lived in the apartment, he never saw Nate leave. Not to go down and get the mail or even around the corner for a cup of coffee. It was a year into living at the apartment that Mikhail discovered it was for the same reason that Nate had no identity or last name.

The peaceable blond man was a Syndicate code-bearer, one of the seven in existence that each of the Under Bosses were given when they accepted their position. Under the dress shirts and slacks Nate wore, he was completely covered in tattoos. His body was a rosetta stone for various criminal codes and signs, and every three months a strange man came and added or changed the strange symbols on his body. Nate was a valuable commodity that could never be replaced if lost, and therefore would never be allowed to leave the apartment.

It depressed Mikhail to think about it, so he forced the thought from his mind and tried to think of nothing the way some of his martial arts teachers attempted to teach him. Instead of thinking of nothing, he found himself fixating on the sounds coming through the thick walls from Logan’s room. He sneered and rolled over on his side to turn on the stereo next to his bed. For some reason, hearing Logan screw other people, even if it was just Nate, bothered him.

Not that he had the slightest need to be jealous. Nate didn’t even particularly like having sex with Logan, he simply saw it as part of his job. Mikhail was pretty sure that being a code-bearer did not also mean being a servant and fuck-toy, but he chose not to say that to the man if he thought it his place in life.

Nate was strange in a lot of ways like that. Even though he was regularly fucked by Logan, he was straight and had a deep affection for the female body. It was one of the few conversations that Nate and Cain could have without things taking an awkward turn. Mikhail never quite knew what to do when they were looking at nudie magazines and discussing preferences. He realized at the age of fourteen, two years before he met Logan, that he liked to look at naked men more than naked women. Though he still had never admitted it to any one besides himself. As far as he was concerned, Logan could consider him another straight man bent to his hellish lusts.

Logan, on the other hand, was proudly bi-sexual and an admitted sexual deviant. He delighted in the bodies of both men and women, quite often at the same time. Insatiable lust was Logan’s one weakness, and Mikhail was mildly surprised that his enemies, both outside the Syndicate and within it, never used it to their advantage.

The man had a fetish for his own cock, which was the only way Mikhail could think of to describe the seemingly overwhelming desire Logan had to have his cock worshipped and begged for. Mikhail had lost count how many times he ended up on his knees in front of the man, pleading for his cock. More than being a silencer or his boy, Logan liked Mikhail to be his cock slut.

Mikhail rolled over again and looked at his long blond ponytail splayed next to his shoulder. He wanted to cut it all off, but the last time he did anything to his own appearance without asking Logan first he ended up with some very uncomfortable bruises. He doubted that Logan liked long hair, it was probably just because it made an easy handhold when he was pissed off instead of for aesthetic purposes. Though, Logan did have a things for blonds; both Mikhail and Nate were blond, and Cain’s hair was bleached a tawny brown that looked blond in sunlight.

“He doesn’t like virgin’s though,” Mikhail muttered to himself, twining a lock of hair around his fingers as his train of thought took a strange turn. He closed his eyes and curled his knees against his chest as memories he tried very hard to forget were aroused.

When he first became Logan’s boy, it did not seem such a bad thing. He was rid of his father and able to live with a very handsome man, tall, dark and muscular, with black hair and blue eyes. Nate and Cain were easy on the eyes as well. His teenage mind registered very little of what was going on, other than he was living with the sort of men that only appeared in his best wet dreams.

It was three months after he moved in, when Mikhail found himself sick and bruised from the training he was put through in order to become a silencer and fulfill his position as Logan’s boy, that his new owner discovered he was a virgin.

It was Cain that told him. Maybe it was a mistake or maybe it was malice on the bodyguard’s part, but the damage was done. Logan did not like having virgins among those he considered fair game to fuck, he wanted his partners to be experience and creative and, above all, defiantly obedient. The last was a contradiction in terms, but it was what Logan wanted from a lover.

And so, Logan sent the sixteen year old Mikhail out with three of his more rancorous men and told them not to come back for a week. Until the boy was properly broken in.

Mikhail supposed the men thought they were doing him a favor when they took him to the prostitute for his first experience. He bit his lip as he imagined the woman’s hands slithering over his body, groping him as the men watched, hooting and hollering to cheer him on. The only way he managed to get an erection was to close his eyes and imagine one of his attractive dream men.

The rest of the week was a blur filled with strange sexual encounters and the fantasy men he dreamed up to help him perform. The only part of the week that Mikhail fully remembered was something that disgusted and delighted him at the same time, when the three men took turns with him. It was after the car they were driving broke down between towns and the tow truck was a good two hours away.

He remembered the way they smirked at one another, saying he needed to be broken in for what Logan was going to do him. Then he was on his knees in the dirt on the side of the rode with his pants pulled down and his shirt undone and twisted so his arms where retrained behind his back. Mikhail could remember the three buttons lying on the ground next to a piece of chipped asphalt as cold fingers trust into him, coated with lubricant.

The sound of zippers being pulled sounded like thunder in his ears when the fingers pulled out and he was roughly yanked back on to his feet by cold, lube covered, hands gripping his bare hips. His face was forced into one of the men’s crotch, the erection pressing against his cheek as hands fisted in his hair to prevent him from pulling away.

He screamed and tensed when the man behind him forced the blunt head of his cock inside the tight opening and received laughter in return. The man pushed completely inside him and it hurt like nothing that had ever happened in Mikhail’s life, even the beatings he received from his trainers was paradise compared to the pain he felt at that moment.

“Open your mouth and don’t you dare bite,” the man holding his hair ordered and Mikhail obeyed, terrified at why they might do if he refused. The hard flesh that had been pressed against his cheek was forced down his throat, choking him and causing the bile to rise in his from his stomach.

“Don’t make him deep throat on the first go, Dan,” the third man that was not yet touching him said, and the penis was removed from his mouth so he could vomit on the ground.

“That’s sick,” the man behind Mikhail laughed as he began pumping. Mikhail’s body constricted around the invading appendage, which only gave more pleasure to his attacker and caused a great deal of tearing and pain for himself.

Mikhail grit his teeth and closed his eyes tight, feeling as though he would vomit again. He was forced to lick Dan’s penis clean of the precum and vomit, and then told to nuzzle the erection and get Dan off with his face if he couldn’t do it with his mouth. Somehow he managed to do it, with Dan’s cum dripping from his cheek and neck as the man behind him buried himself to the hilt and came as well.

“Try him, Luke, he’s a good ride,” the man said to the third man that had yet to touch Mikhail.

The other two zipped up and made a few obscene joke about the sort of treatment Logan had in store for his new boy, as Luke pulled him toward the care and bent him over the hood. It was almost a relief to not have to stand under his own strength, even when Luke’s cock forced its way into his abused body. What surprised him was Luke’s hand reaching between him and the car to grab his erection.

It was disgusting and depraved the way Logan’s men treated him, but for some reason it made him harder than even the men in his daydreams. Luke’s hand moved in time with his own thrusts, slow at first and then faster and faster. Mikhail came with a shout that the other men cheered on as he went weak-kneed and fell against the car, even as Luke continued to move inside him until he reached his own climax.

The handjob was the most erotic thing to happen to Mikhail on the trip.

“Mik,” a quite voice said.

Mikhail jerked up and looked over his shoulder at the doorway to find Nate standing there. He was infinitely glad for the interruption, not wanting to follow his mind’s train of thought to what happened when the men finally brought him back to Logan. He sat up and looked at the man in the doorway, his shirt unbuttoned and showing the tattoo covered chest. Mikhail’s eyes fixed momentarily on the sparrow rising from Nate’s collarbone, its beak the only part of the puzzle that could be seen when his shirt was buttoned. How anyone could make out a code from the jumble of pictures, Mikhail would never understand.

He looked away from the man’s chest and up into his green eyes, the blond hair was heavy with sweat and hung framing the handsome face. Nate had the glow of someone that had been thoroughly fucked, except for the frown turning down his lips.

“He got a call and he wants to see you. Now,” Nate said with a sympathetic look.

Letting out a sigh, Mikhail got up from his bed. “Where is he now?”

“Waiting in his study,” Nate said, nodding his head down the hall. “He’s in a bloody foul mood about whatever happened. Nearly put me through the mattress after the call.”

Mikhail winced. “Sorry.”

Nate shrugged. “Don’t worry about me. I’d get down there fast, though. No use making him any more upset with you.”

“Yeah,” Mikhail agreed with a deep breath as he walked passed Nate and down the hall to take his punishment for not properly silencing his mark.


TBC...

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