Xaver Grothmann

Nicolas Gothmann

"So, I never caught your name." I stated to the teenage boy, who was inhaling the Chinese food I had brought 10 minutes ago.

He mumbled a reply that I had failed to understand, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Say that again?" I asked.

He stopped eating to look up at me, his mouth full of sauce, noodles and rice. "Somchai Chalem."

"Chalem, huh. Say..." I take a sip of tea that I made when I came in from the hotel, decent tea. "Is your mother Rose Chalem?"

"Step-mum, we don't get along. Why, you know her?"

"I just remember my father and I having a threesome with a Rose Chalem, though could be something else."

"Thr-Threesome?"

"Yeah, embarrassing to be honest. I was 14 at the time, my dad fucked me up in all the wrong ways." I replied.

"Like, he raped you?" He asked, huge adorable eyes that went hugely innocent as he perked towards me, stuff still around his mouth whilst he does so. He reminds me of a child.

"No, but he would beat me up and force me to do things that I would either want to refuse or kill myself for. My father is Xaver Gothmann, he's a fucked up individual. Deserves to be in a mental asylum if I'm honest, the things he does to women is insane..." I mutter the last bit as I think back of the times he would stab a women's stomach and throw his erected penis inside to just fuck that stab wound up, the women would scream in torture. No one could do anything about it, I guess my father just loved blood on his dick. There was once a time he forced a pregnant women to suck his dick, but she went into labour whilst doing so, my father had stuck his hand and arm in his vagina to pull out the baby, the women was bleeding like crazy, she was also screaming in horror, traumatized. She had a husband and twins at home, she would rather have a hospital birth like planned but, obviously that never happened.

Once my father had forcefully taken the new born baby out, he did the usual thing to make babies breath, then he cut the cord off. Once he did that, he continued to fuck the female, mouth, pussy and ass. Then he cut open the stomach and did the rest of the thrusting there. The women had passed out from blood loss, but after my father had lost interest in her... he went to the new born who also was female. Let's say that baby died from blood loss. Baby killers are fucked in prison.

"How old are you Nic?" He asked, zoning me back into the hotel.

Nic. Haven't heard that in a long ass time.

"I'm 19. You?"

"15."

"You look 10."

"Wow, I'm offended."

"Hm, ok--"

"Let's play 20 questions!" He shouted, springing up and running around the room, proud that he had just thought of something to do. He's more energetic then I'll ever be.

"Sure, Bunny. Let's play 20 questions."

~

We were soon on our last 4 questions, the other questions were all virgin teenager questions, like favorite colors, birthdays, likes, dislikes, what we hated about our family, what we wanted to do in the future. Everything was making me fall for the kid, I found out he has a fear of dogs after his father threw him in a pit of starving pitbulls. Yet none of them attacked only nibbled, he had scars all of his body from it, the nibbles were torturous he claimed, said it could be used for spy's from mafia's, slow and painful death.

He also love pastel colors, and stuffies. Adorable. He says it helps having something to cuddle as he has insomnia and having something/someone there he feels safe with helps a lot.

He also goes on about how he hates violence, because of what he had been through with his dad. As he quotes 'Do what you wish with violence away from me, just never infront of me' He's a treasure to hold on to. If he ever loves me, trusts me, I'll treat him like a damn spoiled child, he'll love every second of it, I'm sure of it.

"Are you a sexual person?" I asked him. He had chocked on the last few sips of his tea, a pink tint arose on his adorable slightly chubby cheeks, some of the blush spreading to his ears as well.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" He asked shyly, his hands fiddling with each other.

"The questions previous, were Primary School questions, we're big boys." I say in my deep voice, smirking at him as he coughs slightly before straightening his back and looking deep into my light green eyes.

"Not at the moment, as I'm waiting for the right man for me, but once I do hopefully they're fine with BDSM because it's always fascinated me, though I've never tried it. But anything super painful I don't want to experience... Does that make sense?"

I nodded, "BDSM is fun, you can make it how you'd like, make it interesting besides plain, boring Vanilla. Just make sure you make it clear to whoever you fuck, what you don't want to experience and have a safe word. Because if it get unbearable and you say stop or slow down, they probably won't, well, I know I'd take it as a sexual thing."

"Really? You're into that too?"

"I mean, not a lot, but a few times."

"I'm a bit curious though, what's a safe word?" He asked, I looked at him shocked. For someone who wants to try BDSM, how hasn't he heard of a safe word. It's usually essential for those who can't read body language or aren't usually looking at any pain.

"A safe word is usually a code or a series of codes, or other signal used by a person to communicate how they feel and if they are/have stepped over a boundary that they didn't want to feel or something. A common safe word is traffic light colours, Green is ok, Yellow/Orange is Slow down or stop for a second and red means ok, stop this hurts." I explained to the best of my ability seeing how intrigued Somchai really was about BDSM. He is a literal angel, just imagine him tied and being fucked by a toy whilst sucking my cock, now that's going to be pure bliss.

"Ok cool~, thanks for telling me, I wouldn't of found out from anyone else I don't think haha, anyways are you a virgin?" He asked, glancing at me.

Me, a virgin?

"No, lost it years ago, you?"

"If being rap** counts as losing your virginity then I'm not a virgin but if rap* doesn't count I'm still a virgin." He looks down, poor baby.

I stand up and walked towards him, he looked at me a bit taken a back. I soon lean down and hug him tightly. "You can do what you want, I'd count it as losing it but do as you wish, bunny." I murmur in his eye before rubbing his back soothingly, how dare someone rape this innocent kid.

"Hey-Hey, go on your stomach!" Somchai said, perking up, rushing towards the double bed in the middle of the wall on the left side, he said gesturing excitedly towards it, smiling ear-to-ear before pouting as he saw that I wasn't budging. "So, I could massage you..." He huffs, crossing his arms, stomping lightly on the ground.

I look towards him, my left eyebrow raising as I straighten my back looking taller infront of him, my face straightening seriously with his action. As I do this Somchai looks down, twiddling with his fingers shyly. "If you ask nicely, I'll consider, but right now I'd like a shower and to shave." I say, in a dominant tone.

"Yes, that's fine. 'M sorry." He reply's, glancing up at me,

I nod, before walking towards the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, allowing the warm water flow down in the bath tub, I grab a hold of the shampoo and condi-- I forgot to conditioner. Damn, how could I forget that, out of everything. Well, everyone makes mistakes, everybody's got those days.

I soon begin to strip, coming to release my cock from my boxers before the front door starts to bang harshly, Somchai had busted into the bathroom is fear, rushing behind the shower curtain, becoming drenched.

"Who is out there Bun?" I ask.

"My father..." He replied with a shaky voice. "Saw through peep hole."

I sigh, marching out in my boxer, lowering the lights to make it look like I was getting ready for bed time. I then open the door, to his a pissed of man, but it soon became surprised once he looked at what I was wearing.

"What is it, sir?" I ask emotionless but with respect.

"I've lost my son, Somchai Chalem. I was wondering if he was playing hide and seek in here?" He asked, his fists white, shockingly white. He was pissed. Pissed as in, when you come home at 2 am and you bump into an angry mother, pissed.

"I'm sorry sir, I've just been getting ready to sleep, but why would a kid be running in here? The receptionist won't allow the kid to do that."

"He isn't that young, he's 15 years old. The age when they just rush off and smoke and stuff." He replied.

"Well, haven't seen him. But if he's mischievous maybe look in alleyways or he could of went to a friends in the nearby area. Now if you'd like leave me alone, I had an exhausting night." I say, emotionless but confidently.

"Ok, sir. I'm sor- Wait aren't you Nicolas Gothmann?" He asked, soon coming to the realization that he had seen be from earlier's fight.

I nod.

"Sir, you did great! I cannot believe you took both of them down in under 10 minutes!" He said, clasping his hands together.

"Thanks, but they didn't have the same training as me, meaning they didn't stand a chance." I reply.

"When did you start training?"

"6, by my dick of a father, men like him deserve to die, luckily I walked away from him before he could abuse me anymore then he did." I reply, looking into his eyes.

"Huh?"

"My father was more ruthless then you, he'd send me to hospitals every month, from the training he forced onto me, but he never did what you did to your son, your son must of ran away as he didn't want to be neglected anymore, don't blame him one bit. I'd be proud of him, because running away has a lot of balls, I'm saying that because I did it. Now I suggest you leave my hotel room, before I call services, because I want to shower and sleep, Goodnight." I say, he nods. Knowing that he needed to look elsewhere. I shut the door and locking it before walking back into the bathroom.

"Is he gone?" Somchai asked shakily.

"Yes bun, he's gone."

Somchai hops out the shower curtain, drenched in my clothes. "'M sorry."

"Strip and pick something else in my bag, put the clothes in here to dry ok?" I say, I should really buy some clothes, these won't last long with Mr Chalem here.

He leaves and I soon begin to shower.

~

Wiping my face from the shaving cream, I soon look at myself in the mirror, clean face, no acne. Nice.

I wore some black sweatpants and a white vest top, I don't wear socks to bed.

After finishing my night routine, I turn the lights off and exit the bathroom. Seeing Somchai in one of my shirts that covered his ass, it looked like a slutty dress, but it fitted him so greatly. Those milky thighs would be nice sitting side by side of my face, his ass being explored by my wet muscle, or up and down on my cock. Damn he'd be delicious, hell looking at him now is making me salivate.

I soon fade back into reality as I soon see Somchai right infront of me, his right hand of my chest as we stare deeply in each others eyes, his beautiful ocean-like eyes, memorizing, so memorizing. Could this be what crushing on someone is?

"Somchai let's go to be--" I couldn't finish my sentence before he goes onto his tippy toes and leans in for a kiss. It was only a peck, but damn was it good. As he goes back flat on his feet, I leaned down to his level and smashed my lips harshly on his, he let out a small gasp as I slowly lower my hands to his waist, squeezing them slightly to let out a couple excited squeals from his lips.

Fuck, this was good... No, amazing!

I push myself more against his body with mine as there becomes zero room between us. His scent was memorizing, his height was adorable, his face was priceless. His flushed red cheeks spreading on the tip of his nose and soon rising onto the tip of his ears. Ugh I just wanted him all to myself... No one else.

The cloud-nine experience soon came to an end as we released for air.

The younger out of the two looked down, scarlet red as he began fiddling with his index finger and thumbs. Somchai was unique to me, he doesn't know that I fight for money, well now he does. Because that's how I found him... He's lucky I saved him, too bad I'm not giving him back.

"Let's get to bed now, bunny. We'll wake up early for breakfast. You can sleep in bed with me." I say giving him an extra pillow as well as myself from the cupboards that were under the kettle and the mirror.

Somchai snuggled right into the covers, the duvet hiding his soft and delicate form. I soon follow in, turning every light off besides the lamp that sat next to me, luckily I had brought my favourite horror book. The Stand by Stephen King.

Peaceful, comforting silence floated around the room, the soft inhales and exhales that left the lips of both myself and Somchai. It was truly amazing to be next to someone you like...

Like?!

Is liking someone to early? Eh, who cares as long as I feel happiness and my heart beats furiously for him, it doesn't matter.

~ Morning 6:12 am ~

I woke up to the sound of shuffling around the room, the pitter patter of foot steps rushing towards the bathroom, the light turning on as it flickers a couple times before the light brightly shines the entire bathroom.

I begin to sit up, rubbing my eyes as I yawn out of earliness and tiredness. I suddenly get the urge to pee, so I walk towards the bathroom, stumbling a couple times due to the numbness and sleepy legs.

Opening the bathroom door, I soon remember Somchai.

So he wasn't a loving dream...

Somchai was about to hop into the bathtub, obviously freezing when I had walked in, he turn around slightly, one leg in the tub, the other still on the cold floor tile. His juicy ass in my view, oh it was tempting to squeeze. He was absolutely hairless, not a single hair was found on his body besides his face.

It felt as if time had stopped, him and I were making eye contact, no one daring to speak or tearing our eyes apart.

Soon reality had struck the both of us, Somchai had looked down seeing he was butt naked and immediately went into the bath, closing the curtains. "At least knock first." Somchai had grumbled.

I chuckled before lifting up the lid of the toilet, throwing my joggers to the ground as begin doing my business. As I do my personal business, I hear the curtain of the bath scratch slightly against the metal, Somchai you little monkey...

"What, uh, time are we going to eat breakfast, I becoming ravenous." Somchai had asked with a bit of cheekiness in his tone at the very end.

"After your bath, I'll get you a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Also nice ass. I'd fuck it but you wouldn't be ready for my cock." I say, smirking at him whilst I pick up my joggers and begin washing hands before leaving, all I hear before closing the door is Somchai saying how I'm such a tease.

~

We soon found our way towards the hotel restaurant, a couple of families were getting all they can eat, whilst the others were eating, hardly speaking to each other.

"Where should we sit?" Somchai asked.

"Somewhere near a wall." I answer.

"Why, so you can fuck me against it?"

"Only if you want the public to see who you belong to." I answer, smirking down at him as he comes flustered soon walking to get food as well as I.

Collecting mountains of food I begin walking to where Somchai was. Definitely not against the wall for sure.

I had gotten scramble eggs, 5 bits of bacon, a tomato, 2 bits of toast, a few hash browns, beans, 3 sausages, a bowl of corn flakes and a cup of tea as well as some water.

Somchai had gotten a fried egg, 2 bits of bacon, 1 fried toast, 2 hash browns and a cup of tea and orange juice. He's making me look fat.

As we began to eat the luscious breakfast we were soon interrupted by a man in a colourful Gucci suit, with 2 clearly armed men be his side in black and white suits and a mask covering their identities.

"Hello gentlemen, how has your stay been at my hotel?" The Gucci man had said, smiling widely towards both me and Somchai.

"It's been fine... Who are you?" Somchai had asked, biting into his fried toast.

"Someone who was in that fight club you 2 were at last night. You, Nicolas Grothmann intrigued me." The unknown male had said, crossing his arms as he leans back in the chair.

"How do you know me?" I asked. My breakfast forgotten, as I squint my eyes at him, my body stiff, ready for a fight if any of them came running towards me.

"Me and your father, Xaver Grothmann, dated before, uh your mother got involved. He abandoned me for some bitch who never loved him." He answered.

"Xaver has been fucking whores and man whores all my life, were you one of them? Or did you actually date him, because I don't believe that for a second, he has never loved anybody more than he loved my mother." I answer, I glance towards Somchai who looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Yes, it was a long distance. I was in Russia whilst he was here, in Germany. Though once Lindsey, your mother got involved he left me with no hesitation. Now all I want to do is fuck your father over, kill him, torture him, fuck him till he dies from my dick. From what I've been told, your father was a dick to you, but allowed you to rape or fuck females and males, and even allowed you to kill them if you ever felt they unsatisfied you." He said, taking a sip from the cup of water I had nearest to him.

"I'd like you to join me, join my gang."

"I don't know you, nor anything about your little gang. I'd consider if you told me about yourself and if you aren't just using me to get Xaver, because then you can fuck off." I answer, my voice showing my annoyance, the man sighs before nodding.

"I'm Vasin Vikter Yaroslav, the owner of Yaroslav hotel and mob boss of Vikter's mafia. You can call me Vasin. I'm not using you in anyway, I actually believe you'll be a great second in command with the right amount of training that obviously everyone went through. I actually only wanted to strap your father down, and never let him go. Though if he tries to escape I'll you give the gun to kill him." Vasin answered, his hands clasped together.

Soon enough it becomes silent, but not for long until the receptionist comes rushing over asking for Vasin to answer a very important phone call.

"I'll come knocking on your door at exactly 5 pm at your hotel room, you can think of what you'd like to say before then, now off I go, enjoy your breakfast." He nods before leaving with his 2 men and receptionist.

As he had said we finished eating our now cold breakfast, before we immediately went upstairs and sat on the bed in silence.

"Are you going to join the gang?" Somchai asked breaking the silence, I looked at him, my hand found it's way onto his as we stared at each other.

"From what I've been told Vikter's mafia don't accept many people in, they usually scout people who they deem strong and aren't weak in any way. If Vasin wants me and my father he won't take no for an answer." I replied, emotionless. I mean this is what I wanted right? I found the Russian mob boss, all I had to do was learn everything, then become smarter than them and start my own, betraying or alliance myself with him. Though would that work?

"I don't want to lose you, your the only thing that makes me happy. You make my heart beat faster then it... ever. Would I still be with you if you joined?" Somchai said, shuffling closer to me, climbing onto my lap as we stare deep into each others eyes, I soon begin to see his watery eyes. Those eyes were trying not to seem weak, trying to be strong for... me.

"I will never leave you, I like you so much ChaiChai. I can never. You mean too much to me, even if it has been nearly a day since we met. You've made me feel so much in very little time." I say, my hands going on each cheek of Somchai's face. "If he refuses you, I will not join, I will stand with you."

Somchai shakes his head. "If you want this, I don't mind you going to do this."

"Well if he desperately wants me, he can take you with me. I am not leaving you Chalem." I reply, before smashing my lips on his, I fall back onto the bed as Somchai puts his arms around my neck and his ass directly on my crouch. Damn this is a turn on. So much as I begin to feel my cock grow.

I groan as I become sensitive to the point where I can feel him also growing.

We kiss greedily as I begin feeling up and down the sides of my bunny's waist. Such a feminine waist.

We begin to pull away from each other lips, his exhaustion showing he needed to breath, I flipped him over before beginning to lay kisses on his neck, some becoming hickies and bite marks as well. My hand growing lower and lower towards his crouch. Once I had reached it I begin harshly palming him, looking towards his face to see how much he was loving my hand. I rubbed quicker to the point that he was screaming in pleasure. Oh how I love seeing him enjoying himself.

"Oh close! I'm close! Ahh!" He screams, his back arching as he begins releasing everything from his small tent in the shorts that I had given him.

His sharp pants as he begins calming down as I lean down to lay another peck on him, before I walk into the bathroom to sort my problem as well.

Damn Somchai is too cute and sexy for my own good...