Syndicate Stories

Chapter 3


Logan was gone for the better part of a month before he called and gave Mikhail permission to leave the apartment. The meeting with the Shadow Board was about more than just a botched silencing, but Logan did not enlighten Mikhail as to what really was happening. He simply said there was restructuring going on and that everyone needed to lay low for a while. Which meant that even though Mikhail was technically allowed to leave the apartment, Logan wanted him to stay put.

Mikhail managed to last another week of watching Nate play Halo 3 and attempt to get the lesbian sex scene in Mass Effect, before he needed to get out. He wondered how Nate could stand having nothing to do but housework and playing video games, and he almost asked before he realized that Nate had no choice. Nate would never be allowed to leave the apartment.

It was a Saturday night when Mikhail finally broke down and left the apartment, grabbing his jacket and calling over his shoulder that he was going down to the Fancy Dancer for a while. Nate yelled something about having a good time as the door of the elevator closed.

There were only a few places that Mikhail frequented during his free time and all of them were Syndicate run. He doubted he would have any free time if he went some place where Logan couldn’t easily spy on him. The Fancy Dancer was his favorite, though, and it had the added bonus of only being four blocks away from the building he lived in.

A line was forming halfway down the street when Mikhail arrived, waving to catch the doorman’s eyes. The man immediately straightened up and waved him inside with a nervous smile and a little bow before turning back to bulling the people in line.

On first look, The Fancy Dancer was just another dance club with wide open floors, a well-stocked bar, and a trash talking DJ that spent more time insulting the dancers than playing the music, and managed to be adored for it. It was the underground part of the club that Mikhail was interested in as he worked his way through the crowded dance floor, more than once having someone grinding against him. He made it to the bar and walked around behind it, nodding to the woman leaning against the wall of bottles.

Leanna was the most effective bouncer Mikhail had ever seen, no one got to the stairs the lead below unless they were Syndicate or cleared by the Syndicate as clients. Even Cain respected her, which said a lot. She gave him a smirk and a swat on the behind as he passed and went to the staircase behind the bar, and Mikhail winked over his shoulder flirtatiously before he descended, earning a bark of laugher from the woman.

When he made it to the main underground room, as always, Mikhail found the drinks and drugs were flowing freely. Neither was of interest to him, but the personal entertainers were. Women and men lounged around the various booths and gyrated on the small dance floor. They brought drinks and did drugs when their clientele offered, until someone caught their eye and they moved into the small rooms for a more intimate party.

Two women, Sadeko and Lily, were all but making out in the center of the room for the amusement of three men in one of the booths, all of which were new to the Syndicate. Sadeko called a greeting as Mikhail passed, even as Lily moaned in her grip. Mikhail waved at them as they went back to work. Being a regular meant that he knew everyone that worked in the underground rooms of the Fancy Dancer. Lily had a thing for Sadeko, which meant she was very much enjoying her current job.

Mikhail’s eyes searched the room until they found a shirtless Puerto Rican man in blue jeans leaning on the bar and chatting with the bartender. It was the bartender that saw him first. Rose gave him a brilliant smile, setting down the glass she was cleaning and waving before she slapped the Puerto Rican’s shoulder and pointed at Mikhail. The man’s eyes lit up when he saw Mikhail and he grinned as he walked over.

“Mikhail! Haven’t seen you in ages,” Jewel said as he came over and wrapped his arms around Mikhail’s shoulders and leaned close. “I was starting to think you were bored with me.”

“I got myself in trouble,” Mikhail replied as he put his hands on Jewel’s hips. This was the reason he needed to leave the apartment and go to the Fancy Dancer. He was tired of only having his own hand for company. Nate offered, but Mikhail knew he did not like having sex with other men.

“You’re always in trouble,” Jewel replied, stepping backward and pulling Mikhail toward the hall where the private rooms were. “I’d say we should dance, but you hate dancing and I’d rather be getting you naked.”

Mikhail laughed and followed the man as he lead down the hall and into the third open room. The private rooms differed, but all were equipped with a king-sized bed and a small washroom to clean up afterward. The nightstand was stocked with a variety of lubricants, condoms, the occasional dildo or vibrator, and fur lined handcuffs. There was also a panic button embedded in the headboard in case anyone got out of hand.

As Mikhail shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his t-shirt, Jewel slid the lock into place so others would know the room was occupied, then he turned and moved toward Mikhail. “You have some new marks since I last saw you,” Jewel said, running his fingers over the burn from Logan’s cigar on his shoulder blade and then touching one of the belt strokes that cut too deep at the small of his back. “You really were in some trouble.”

“Just strip,” Mikhail said gruffly, not really wanting to remember how much he’d been disappointing Logan as of late.

Jewel did as he was told, kicking off his shoes and tossing his jeans away as he sprawled across the bed for Mikhail to see. Just catching sight of Jewel at the bar had given him an erection, but now it was aching as he looked down at the slim naked body, corded with muscle. Almost frail looking, yet strong – and without a scar on his body. That was the reason he chose Jewel the first time, because they shared a similar body type. Mikhail was curious what it was like when Logan fucked him. The smooth, dark skin was just an added bonus.

As Mikhail finished undressing, Jewel pulled something out of the nightstand and tossed it to him. Mikhail easily caught the lube as he crawled on to the bed. Jewel was a professional, so he would never let it show, but there were times when Mikhail wondered how boring having sex with him was. Every time he came to the Fancy Dancer it was the same routine of Jewel kissing and touching him as he prepared the man. First he pushed a lubricated finger inside Jewel, which always elicited a mewling response and erotic wriggling where their cocks grinded together perfectly. Then he inserted a second and third slick digit, moving them around more for the moans he earned than actual preparation.

Mikhail often found himself wanting to thrust his entire fist inside, but he always stopped at the third finger. His own experience with fisting sent him to the hospital, and found Liam dead in a drainage pipe two days later with both hands cut off. Mikhail liked Jewel entirely too much to do that, especially when the man was kissing him along the jaw and running smooth hands over his back and pleading to be taken.

Jewel parted his legs to be accommodating as Mikhail settled between them and positioned himself to slide inside the slick hole. He always took Jewel in the missionary position, thrusting in fast and hard as Jewel’s limbs wrapped around his body. Jewel let out a grunt and whispered how long and hard Mikhail’s cock was, the sorts of things men like to hear when they fuck. Jewel’s own cock beat rhythmically between their stomachs as Mikhail began pumping in and out of the tight body.

He liked a position where he could hold the person he was with. Logan always took him from behind. He never let Mikhail wrap arms and legs around him when they fucked. He hardly let Mikhail face him unless a blowjob was involved, and then Mikhail was on his knees with Logan’s hand fisted in his hair, controlling him like a marionette.

Mikhail managed to move one hand between their bodies as he moved and gripped Jewel’s erection with it, moving his hand along with his own movements so they could cum together. He liked the way Jewel’s body tightened around him, the legs around his waist, the arms around his shoulders, and the tightness around his cock as he pounded in and out.

“Harder, harder!” Jewel demanded, the limbs wrapped around Mikhail’s body becoming tense.

Mikhail moved his hand faster over Jewel’s cock as he trust into the man with more force, pounding him down on his shoulders into the bed. Jewel came with a throaty yell that Mikhail never tired of hearing. His body tensed in that moment of ecstasy and brought Mikhail to his own orgasm as he thrust one last time deep into the Puerto Rican man.

“Christ, Mikhail,” Jewel said, panting as Mikhail pulled out and rolled off him. “You’re going to ruin me for other men. Even if you weren’t Syndicate, I’d let you fuck me for free.”

It was a pretty lie. Mikhail was sure he said it to all his clients but he didn’t call Jewel on it. It was nice to hear. He was so used to being the one being fucked that he simply liked the thought of someone enjoying being fucked by him.

Mikhail closed his eyes and lay on his back, allowing himself to doze as Jewel got off the bed and went to the washroom to clean himself up. When he was finished he came and cleaned the cum off Mikhail’s stomach and penis with a washcloth before taking a cigarette out of the nightstand and lighting up.

“Did you hear about Anita?” Jewel asked.

Mikhail felt his stomach churn and he opened his eyes, keeping his face blank as he looked over at Jewel. He’d managed to forget the woman he killed for leaking Syndicate secrets was someone he picked up at the Fancy Dancer. “No,” he said, as images of the beautiful body laying in a pool of blood filled his vision.

“Looks like she left town for some guy,” Jewel said with a little sneer and a shake of his head as he put out the cigarette he just lit. “Shame, really. She was pretty popular even though she was new to this place.” He looked over at Mikhail with an apologetic expression. “And she was the first girl I ever saw you go for. Sorry to tell you she’s gone.”

There was no way for Mikhail to respond, so he merely shrugged and got off the bed, trying to dispel the memories of the woman’s death as he dressed. “I should be getting back. I was supposed to be laying low,” he said as he picked up his jacket, looking over his shoulder at Jewel as he zipped up his jeans. “I just came down to see you.”

“Romantic,” Jewel said with a grin as he opened the door. Mikhail smiled a little sadly as he followed Jewel back to the main part of the underground club. At least his need for a fuck was sated, even if he felt worse than before. He hadn’t even known the woman’s name was Anita when he killed her.

“One of the big shots must be here,” Jewel said as they came out of the hallway, snapping Mikhail out of his thoughs. The volume had increased and several booths, as well as the dance floor, had been left unattended. Everyone gathered around someone that just came down the stairs and Mikhail felt his heart sink into his gut.

“Which one?” he asked, numbly.

“I dunno. I’ve been in the back with you, remember,” Jewel said with a wink as he turned to try and get a glimpse of whoever it was.

Mikhail caught sight of Cain first. The bodyguard was sidling up to his resident girl, May-Anne, and whispering something into her ear that actually made the woman blush a bright red. Even though his attention seemed completely focused on May-Anne, Cain’s eyes kept darting toward the tall man in the corner of the room surrounded by men and women. Mikhail didn’t even have to look to know it was Logan at the center of the mob.

He did look, though, and managed to catch Logan’s attention the moment he did. As soon as the boss saw him, he began making excuses and pulling away from the crowed to head over toward his boy. Mikhail felt himself go pale as he grabbed the cellphone from his pocket and flipped it open. It was on and there were no missed calls, so Logan wasn’t chasing him down because he hadn’t answered.

Jewel noticed the color draining from his face and the heavy gulp of air as Mikhail watched Logan come toward him. “Should I go?” the Puerto Rican asked, wisely not wanting to be in the way if Mikhail had done something to upset an Under Boss.

“Might be best,” Mikhail replied, his eyes remaining fixed on Logan as Jewel slipped away.

“I thought I told you to lay low,” Logan said when he was within arms reach of Mikhail.

“You also said I could go out, sir,” Mikhail replied, and instantly cursed himself for not just apologizing and asking lenience. Fortunately, Logan just smirked as he looked over his shoulder at Jewel, now mingling with Sadeko and charming a fat man at the bar.

“So, that’s the type you like,” Logan mused as he turned back and leaned close to whisper into Mikhail’s ear. “Not bad. Not bad at all. You have better taste than I would have given you credit for, kid. I wouldn’t mind taking a crack at him myself.” He paused momentarily and then continued in a breathy tone. “Maybe the three of us together. You in the middle.”

Mikhail trembled at the thought. Somehow he managed to avoid being in any of Logan’s orgies over the years, and he wanted to keep it that way from the stories Nate told, but there was something appealing about the offer.

“I need to talk to you,” Logan said, before Mikhail’s imagination could envision him between Logan and Jewel. “Let’s go to one of the private rooms.”

Mikhail nodded and walked back down the hallway to the second open room and went inside, closing it after Logan entered and locking it. The older man looked around the room and nodded appreciatively. He frequently used men and women from the Fancy Dancer, but he usually went to their expensive lofts or brought them back to the apartment.

“Strip,” Logan ordered, pulling out a cigar and lighting it as he waited for Mikhail to follow the order.

Mikhail quickly did as he was told, undressing quickly and walking over to stand in front of the bed. He leaned over and put his hands on the mattress and spread his legs. Logan wanted to see how many permanent marks the belt left.

“You should thank Nate. He takes good care of you,” Logan said around his cigar as he examined Mikhail’s body, running his hand over the small of Mikhail’s back and down over his buttocks and finally between his thighs. His fingers moved between and flicked the piercing, causing Mikhail to inhale sharply before the hand was gone.

“I smoothed things over with the Board about your little mistake. Told them I’d thoroughly punished you, which was a lie. So far, you’ve gotten off easy. They’re going to give me one more chance to prove my boy isn’t a total screw job.” Logan paused and let out a breath of smoke. “What? No thanks for my efforts?”

Mikhail whirled around and fell to his knees in front of Logan. He wanted to keep the man happy with him for once and there was only one sure way to do that. “Thank you, sir.”

“I knew you were a good boy,” Logan said, stroking the top of Mikhail’s head as he unzipped Logan’s pants and pulled his erection free. “You like my cock, don’t you, Mikhail?”

“Yes, sir,” Mikhail said, running his hands over the thick erection, then added: “I’m your cock slut, sir.”

“Trying to get on my good side, kid?” Logan said with a little laugh as his fingers twisted in Mikhail’s blond hair. “Show me how much you want it. How much you’ve missed me.” Mikhail could all but hear the grin in his voice. “How long has my little slut been waiting to taste my cock?”

“Twenty-seven days, sir,” Mikhail answered dutifully as he began kissing and licking the hard flesh while his hands continued to move over it, one hand falling to caress Logan’s balls. The man let out a pleased sound as his hand tightened in the blond hair. Mikhail continued his ministrations, nipping very gently with his teeth as he moved up and licked the precum from the tip. His hands continued to slide around the base of Logan’s cock, intermittently toying with his balls, as Logan went down on him and swallowed him whole.

“Yes,” Logan said in a low hiss, the cigar nearly falling from his lips. Deepthroating was the one thing he had the patience to teach Mikhail himself.

Tears welled in Mikhail’s eyes as he moved his tongue to further stimulate Logan as he pulled away, his lips moving to the tip before Logan forced his cock back inside with a simple jerk of Mikhail’s hair. Mikhail barely managed a breath before his throat was filled and his face as pressed into Logan’s crotch, the musky odor filling his nostrils. He liked the smell, it churned his stomach and excited him at the same time.

Mikhail closed his eyes, the welling tears falling down his cheeks, as Logan began fucking his mouth with abandon. It was rough, the way Logan always was after being away for a long time, and it hurt Mikhail’s throat to have the long, thick cock thrusting repeatedly in and out. He hardly could manage to breathe, having to time each breath when Logan pulled partially out and before he pushed in again. His jaw also ached from being held open so long, but his tongue and hands managed to keep moving to increase Logan’s pleasure.

He always knew when Logan was about to cum by how hard the older man was pulling on his hair. When Logan’s hand clenched and pulled painfully on his hair, he knew to be ready for the load to shoot down his throat. The very idea of swallowing disgusted him at first, but now Mikhail was just glad he didn’t have to clean it off his face any more.

The grip on his hair finally let go as Logan pulled out, allowing Mikhail to lap the little bit of semen on his penis off before zipping up his pants once more. Then Mikhail opened his eyes and looked dutifully up at his boss, not trusting himself to say anything. His throat was raw from the treatment. A month without practice was not good for his voice.

“You’re such a good little cock slut when you want to be, kid,” Logan said, tapping his cigar so the ashes fell to the floor near Mikhail’s naked thigh. “Shame. I was in a mood to let you explore more of that pain slut part of your personality.” Mikhail could not help scowling at that, earning a smirk from Logan. “Later, perhaps. We need to talk business, now.”

Logan gently kicked Mikhail’s knees, forcing them apart as he touched Mikhail’s half-limp cock with the toe of his shoe. “I would have had you go and finish off those kids you let loose, but the Syndicate has another job,” Logan said, as he ran his shoe the length of the penis. It was painful and Mikhail wanted to curse as his body responded, and he was suddenly fully erect. “Get on the bed. On your back.”

Mikhail did as he was told, thankful to get off his knees and thankful he did not have to hunt down the kids he failed to kill. Finding them now would be difficult, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t do the same thing again. He laid down on his back, his head propped up on the pillows so he could see Logan as the man sat down at the foot of the bed.

“This is your last chance, Mikhail. You’re my boy, but if you fuck this one up the Syndicate will have you removed,” Logan said, puffing the cigar. He reached out and ran a thick finger from the base of Mikhail’s erection to the top, wiping the precum off. “Deal with that. It’s distracting.”

Mikhail grit his teeth as he reached down and began running his hands over his own erection. It was embarrassing as hell to masturbate in front of Logan, especially when they were talking about important matters. But that was why Logan wanted him to do it.

“No Under Boss has ever had their boy removed, Mikhail. Do not make me be the first,” Logan said, his voice heavy with warning as he glared at Mikhail. The shiver of fear the look sent through Mikhail’s body brought him just that much closer to a quick climax.

“You’re my fourth boy,” Logan continued, tapping his cigar once more to sent the ashes crumbling to the ground. Mikhail’s hands moved faster. “I do not want to go through the trouble of training another, especially when Nate and Cain can stand having you around. Not to mention you’re a decent fuck.” He reached out and stopped Mikhail’s hands.

“Do not screw this up,” he said, before allowing him to continue. Mikhail continued jerking, his cheeks turning red as he wished the bed would open up into a hole and swallow him. Logan watched with a rather sinister grin for a moment before he set the cigar aside in an ashtray and pushed Mikhail’s legs apart. He didn’t tell Mikhail to stop, so he continued stoking his hands over his maddening erection, willing himself to cum as he cursed years of control.

Logan’s hands moved between his legs and the thick fingers touched and tugged at the piercing hidden behind his balls. That was enough to send Mikhail over the edge. He brought himself to orgasm before dozens of times just playing with the silver bar that marked him as Mikhail’s property. With a hoarse shout he came on his hands, twitching and shuddering as Logan continued touching him behind the balls.

After another moment, Logan pulled away holding the silver bar. Mikhail’s eyes went wide, not sure what that meant, but not liking it one bit. “You can’t be discovered as being mine,” Logan explained after a long silence, turning the little piece of metal over in his hand before putting it in his pocket. He reached out and stroked Mikhail’s cheek gently, and there was a softness in his eyes that put Mikhail on edge. “All you have to do is succeed to get it back, Mikhail.”

The hand pulled back and Logan pulled an envelope out of his jacket, tossing it on the bed next to Mikhail. “This is your job. Make sure you read all the conditions this time. Your tickets, fake identification, cover story, and hotel reservations are in there as well. There’s a suitcase in the care outside ready to take you to the airport,” Logan said, picking up the cigar again. “You’ll be in Alan Layton’s territory, but he knows about your mission so there shouldn’t be any trouble there. Call me if any of his people get in your face. Your contact is Asa Knight; he’ll be at the hotel when you arrive.”

Logan sucked in a breath of smoke and let it out. “Mick Fellows is sending his boy to back you up on this. The boy will know you and Asa, and has a murder of crows tattooed on the left shoulder. Needless to say they’re babysitters to make sure you do the job right. This is a big one, Mikhail.”

“You won’t be disappointed, sir,” Mikhail said, coughing as he gathered himself up into a sitting position and grabbed the envelope. As odd as it felt when he got the piercing, he felt very vulnerable and strange without it.

A hand grabbed his chin and roughly turned his face so that he was forced to meet Logan’s eyes. Mikhail shivered and tried to pull away from the intensity in those clear blue eyes. “Do not mess this up, Mikhail. Do it right and come back to me or pray the Syndicate finds you first if you fail.”


TBC...

[Anyone interested in finding out what Mikhail's job is?]