Undercover - Chapter 13

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 13: Wild Animals

I tried to be as precise as possible when I sent the report.

Given what Peter had told me, I knew that in the event the undercover team was not satisfied with my progress, it would signify the end of the mission and there was no way I would let that happen.

I did not only describe the shady people I had met when I was kicked out of the penthouse, I went into details about everything Artem and I had talked about at the restaurant, even what might have sounded frivolous or boring.

From his takes on television shows to the way we had rubbed ankles under the table, I gave the Police Department everything.

I had a much clearer idea of what the target was like: what Artem believed in, how he was seeing the world, how he was handling the weight of his work, and how his father was an obvious touchy subject.

Sure, I had not learned anything substantial or gathered any strong evidence against him or his family, but I had finally succeeded in the first step of our plan: getting close to the target and slowly gaining his trust.

In the end, the only part I left out from the report were my own feelings about this whole thing.

Instead of writing: “He held my hand and I felt like the world had stopped spinning around me”.

I wrote: “The target showed interest in a flirtatious or sexual relationship with me at multiple occasions, he notably reached for my hand during dessert.”

Instead of writing: “I kissed Artem as soon as we walked in his apartment because I simply could not help myself anymore”.

I wrote: “We engaged in more intimate physical contacts once we were at his place, confirming the target’s address at […]”

Instead of writing: “I was so frustrated when he had to stop sucking my fat dick because of the intercom ringing”.

I wrote: “As he engaged in an oral sexual act, - confirming his sexual intentions towards me -, he was interrupted by his intercom ringing.”

I was voice-texting the entire thing and when I read it back, I made sure that no one could identify the slightest hint of a feeling from my part.

It had to be an objective review of the events.

Distancing myself from my false identity was probably as important as collecting any kind of information for the mission to keep going.

The Police Department was too used to agents losing themselves in the middle of an undercover work and I knew that I was monitored every day to make sure I was not getting too much into my character.

Do get any wrong idea, I was not flinching anyway!

The mission remained my top priority.

I simply had to acknowledge that the target was not a monster on a personal level and that, to some extent, I did appreciate spending time with him… And that I did want to fuck him very hard!

But that did not have to jeopardize the mission in any way. Right?

In a sense, it made my chances of success even higher.

I did not have to fake it when we were intimate with each other meaning that I could get closer to the target that much easier.

Still, I was better off with the P.D. not knowing about this.

Artem sent me a message very late in the night to apologize from these “morons coming to [his] place.”

By the way, and if this was not evident until that point, the Police Department had access in real time to any text I was receiving.  

Trust me, they were making sure I could not slip up.

Catching the Kravchenkos was too important to let the operation solely rest on my shoulders. Even if they were broad.

I replied to Artem with a sad face, a tongue, and an eggplant emojis.

On the phone the next day, Peter had essentially said that he was trusting me and that I should do whatever I could to strengthen my relationship with Artem in the following days.

“He has taken the bait and now, you just have to reel him in. Visibly, you know how to work him so it’s best if you take the lead on how to gain his trust moving forward. Good job, Kyle.”

I got the opportunity to do so the very next day as Artem came by the Rainbow during my performance on Saturday night.

This was certainly not a coincidence for him to be there and a great news for the continuation of my plan.

I noticed Artem near the bar as I was outrageously grinding on Manuel on stage.

It was “Jungle Fever Night” at the Rainbow, meaning that I was wearing a leopard print thong while Manuel was sporting a zebra print jockstrap.

Classy, I am aware.

I felt a bit odd performing the show and whoring myself in front of Artem but he was smiling at me as I got spanked by Javier who had joined us on the stage.

He did not seem to mind seeing me getting naked for hundreds of men to see.

Javier was wearing the most ludicrous panther’s mask.

He was otherwise stark naked… and rock-hard!

To be fair, I was too, my stiffed cock had escaped from the tiny front of my thong a long time ago when Manuel had stroked me on stage.

Talk about wild animals!

I think we were all looking ridiculous but the audience seemed very much into it.

That being said, Will (AKA Massive Will) offered something quite unusual for the Rainbow with an acrobatic, and somewhat chic, pole-dance number.

Both his tailormade outfit and his actual performance were impressive… Will had some dance moves on him, and for once, he did not even pull out his humongous cock!

Who knew the former homeless man turned shameless stripper could be a cabaret king?

Artem really had done him a solid by getting him off the streets.

Will was made for this shit and everyone could see it.

The two chatted after his performance and Will hugged our boss warmly.

He had always been hyper grateful towards Artem but I liked it better when his large hands were not all over MY target, MY man.

I tried to ignore the spikes of jealousy running through me.

I did not have anything to worry about though.

As soon as I was done with my own strip-tease, Artem came to see me backstage.

The other boys were whispering behind our backs and giggling when Artem led me to Ferguson’s tiny office. I felt nice, being the chosen one.

Ferguson was not there to interrupt us this time around so we had his office for ourselves.

It was basically the only place where we were sure to be on our own in the entire club. Well, this and the private rooms, but Artem was not there to fuck me. Not that night.

Unfortunately.

Wait, had I really just thought that?!

“Great show, rawr!”

Artem imitated a wild animal by putting his paws up to make fun of me.

“You don’t like my outfit?” I asked, turning over on myself to display the Leopard thong under every angle.

I had just barely put the monster cock back in the pouch of the thong.

“Are you kidding? It suits you just right.”

“Wanna touch it?” I made the bulge move from left to right.

It definitely looked like something was alive in there!

Artem bit his tongue. I bet it was a hypnotizing sight for his gay eyes.

He wanted to be playful but, unfortunately indeed, he was not here for that.

“Not now, Ry. I don’t have a lot of time but I wanted to talk about yesterday. That’s why I came here. I feel bad.”

“Something happened yesterday?” I pretended not to remember.

“You’re silly… How can I make up to you for the… hum… the interruption of our evening?”

“Oh, you mean, when an armed guy walked inside your place and I had to leave, my raging cock still dripping?”

Mentioning the rifle was a bit dangerous but at the same time, if I had not been undercover, that would have been my first question.

It was just making sense to ask.

“I’ve told you my life can get complicated because of work.”

“How does this have anything to with work? I thought you were owning and managing bars and clubs. I don’t really see where guns fit in those.”

He was thinking of what he could share with me.

I felt a lot of pressure too because I knew that anything that he would say would soon be used against him.

“Those people work more for my father than they work for me. I just have to…” He sighed. “To deal with them from times to times.”

“Should I be scared?”

“About what?”

“Those people. Your father. The riffle.”

“Good question. My father can be a bit scary.”

“I see…”

He scanned me with his piercing blue eyes, they were so clear, they were almost grey.

“Should I be scared?” He asked.

“About what?”

“Falling for you.”

That literally took my breath away.

I was not expecting that. Not from Artem, not right there, and especially, not as I was wearing a freaking thong.

I remained silent for a little too long.

Artem tried to retract himself.

“You don’t have to say anything. I’ll tell you what, forget that I even said that.”

I smiled.

“Falling for anyone is always a bit scary. Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take a chance.” I heard myself say.

Believe me, this was the most romantic thing I had ever told in my life.

Never had I say a girl I love you, never had I even tried to get to that point with anyone.

Hell, as soon as any woman I was seeing was getting too sentimental, I would run away.

Flirting and fucking, I loved it back when I was Kyle, dealing with feelings, that was not my thing.

Artem smiled back at me.

“I suppose you’re right. By the way, you didn’t give an answer earlier. What can I do to make it up to you for yesterday?”

“You invited me to dinner, you brought me to your place, I had a very nice time. You don’t have to make anything up to me. But, if you were to want to make me happy, maybe you could let me invite you tomorrow.”

“Arf… I’m busy tomorrow night.”

“What about lunch or early afternoon? I won’t be able to offer you anything fancy but I have a little idea on what we could do.”

He grabbed his phone and looked at his agenda.

I mean, come on, it was a Sunday. His damn father could let the guy breathe!

“That sounds like a plan. 1PM?”

“Sure.”

“Where should we meet then?”

I winked at him.

“I’ll send you the address.”

“Taking charge, I see. Ry, I really have to go now, but I cannot wait.”

He walked towards the office door.

“Wait. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He turned around.

“Am I?”

“Come here.”

I grabbed his tie and I pulled him towards me.

I gave him a kiss, but not a little peck, a real-ass sloppy kiss with a lot of tongue and a firm hand on his ass.

I had to mark my territory.

“Damn right. I shouldn’t have gone without this.” He whispered.

I was working my target like a fiddle.

Peter would have been very proud.

And I should have been too, but when Artem left the office, all I could feel was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I would have to betray him very soon. I would have to destroy his family, his empire, even him.

I hoped he would not end up in prison, maybe I could avoid that for him.

Dang. That was the kind of thoughts I had to be careful about. This was just a job.

A few hours later, I had another call with Peter and I explained my plan for the next day. He was very encouraging and quite impressed.

A full 180 from where we stood a week prior.

Finally, I was making progress.

Besides, according to his information, not everything was going according to plan for Andriy Kravchenko and his desire to move his activities outside of the area.

Because of that, we had a little more time to catch him in the act.

All good news!

“As of now, even if we’re making attempts to get to Andriy directly, his son is our best hope to get relevant intel. He’s much more naïve and willing to spill than his father. Meaning that, you Kyle, are our best hope to catch one of the biggest criminals in the country.” Peter said before hanging up the phone.

Fucking Hell, I was really doing this.

I went to bed with a hard-on, - I had not emptied my balls since before the dinner date -, and with all types of thoughts polluting my brain.

I did not sleep well and I missed the time when I was not giving a fuck about anything.

The mission was seriously dwelling on me at this point.

I could have asked to talk to a shrink overseeing undercover assignments but that would have looked too much like a sign of weakness.

I may have been turning gay but I was not a pussy.

I slept as I could and I woke up shortly before noon with an even stronger morning wood.

It was sunny and warm, and that was perfect for what I had in mind.

I wore a pair of cargo shorts, - commando -, some sneakers, and a tank top.

I had rejected the idea of wearing a hidden mic for the upcoming date because I thought it was too soon. The rest of the department agreed. Good.

The priority was to gain Artem’s complete trust.

I sent him the rendezvous point, south entrance of Brackenridge Park.

One day, a girl had told me about her perfect date.

I had not organized it for her, – poor naive chick -, but I could thank her for the inspiration years later.

She had told me that there was nothing better than a picnic in a park and I had to agree.

I loved being in the outdoors and clearly, fancy restaurants were not my thing.

Artem got the message and for fucking once, he arrived on time and in casual clothes.

Still, he looked very stylish, like the look you would see recommended in Vogue for “afternoon in the park”.

He was wearing light-brown shoes with a light-brown pair of slim trousers stopping at the level of his ankles, and a white tee-shirt which was fitting exactly his body-frame.

His blond hair had gotten a bit messy by the wind… He had come on his bike, which for some reason, I thought was funny.

“I didn’t think you could move around the city without your chauffeur.” I teased him.

He walked towards me with his bike and Artem kissed me when he reached me.

We were already acting like a couple.

It made me feel self-conscious though. It was the first time I was kissing another man in public. 

I know, the feeling was a bit misplaced considering what I had been doing on a stage five times a week in front of a large crowd.

“How you think I keep this body fit? Bike’s my thing.” Artem explained.  

“Oh, that’s the secret then, for your peachy butt.”

“What’s yours?”

“A lot of squats!”

We joked around for a little while.

He made fun of my picnic basket; I made fun of his fear to get his shoes dirty.

I picked a spot randomly near the lake, - Artem knew this park better than I did -, and we ate bread and cheese while chatting about nothing serious.

The conversation did not matter much.

Sometimes we would stop talking altogether.

Oddly, the silences were fine. We were just looking at each other, at the sky, or at the trees, sitting down or lying on the large blanket.

A squirrel came to visit us and we fed him with some cookies for lack of having brought nuts.

“Don’t have any, buddy, well, expect for the ones in my shorts!”

I thought my joke was funny but Artem rolled his eyes.

Once we were done eating, - and feeding the damn squirrel -, Artem naturally laid his head on my stomach and we fell asleep.

I was running my fingers through his hair.

How did he even get them so silk?!

I did not ask; I did not want to disturb his peace. He had told me he was thinking of cutting them shorter earlier.

I was dozing off myself.

I started dreaming about the weirdest stuff, erotic vivid dreams turning into downright nightmares.

My subconscious mind was a mess.

I was dancing with Artem in a heated club, we were making out hard, but someone was coming in and shutting the party.

I found myself in the bathroom. I was fucking a hot girl in the ass, but she pulled out a knife out of nowhere and she stabbed me in the back, literally.

It was gore.

Artem was back. I was fucking his ass now. And then, he was fucking mine. It was perfect until my fucker turned into a vampire. His skin was getting even whiter. Artem was dead and he bit me.

There was blood everywhere.

“Ah!”

I woke up, in sweat.

Artem was sitting on my crotch as I was lying down on the blanket.

“What’s going on, Ry?”

“Where… Where is…? Fuck!”

“Having a bad dream?” Artem mocked me, carefree.

Did he not realize that he was a damn vampire? A dead-man walking?!

But with the sunlight in my eyes and his giddy attitude, the memories of my nightmares were already disappearing.

Artem leaned over to kiss me. For real. It was much better than in the dream.

I felt his body getting warm against mine, I turned him over and then, I was the one on top of him, kissing his neck.

I recognized his fragrance.

It felt familiar now.

“Wait, easy, you’re making me hard.” He muttered.

“And that’s a problem?”

“We’re in a public place.”

I chuckled.

“Excuse me, I had forgotten that the strip-clubs’ owner was a saint.” I rubbed myself even more shamelessly against his crotch.

“Well, the stripper for sure has some moves.”

“Don’t worry though… You can feel it… I’m hard too…”

I smashed myself completely against him. Our two cocks were rubbing through the fabric of our respective pants.

I was glad that I was commando, it made my boner look (and feel) that much impressive.

“I don’t care about people seeing us like this… It’s just… If you don’t stop now, I don’t think I’ll be able to prevent myself.”

“From doing what?”

“This.”

Artem slid his hand in the back of my shorts and groped my ass, bare.

That was rather new to me.

New, but not unpleasant.

I felt him scratching my ass cheek. It would leave marks but I did not mind.

I started going underneath his tee shirt to feel his chest, his pecs, and play with his nipples.

There were some people around but they were far away.

The strangers could definitely see two men fooling around but they would not have been able to recognize us from the distance.

Not that I cared anyway.

After another long, sloppy, and exciting make-out session, I let Artem turn me over once more, and there again, he was on top of me.

I was the one who could grab his ass now.

It was difficult to do though because the freak was jumping on my crotch in an attempt to make me lost my shit.

His pants were tight but his ass crack was irreducibly finding its way against my boner. It was a great fit.

“Hell, you were right. That’s not the place to do this… You’re killing me… I cannot keep my clothes on when you do that do me…” I muttered.

Artem was pushing all my buttons.

Quite literally as while he was humping my dick, he also leaned over to suck my nipples. My secret switch!

I had my tank top on but he could reach my meaty pecs simply by pulling on the singlet.

Artem was resourceful when it came to having a good time!

I was too and I was about to prove it.

A straight couple walked closer as they were going all around the lake, forcing us to ease it on the extreme PDA.

Interesting that I had identified them as “straight” by the way.

Before, I would have just said “a couple”.

In my mind who did not know any better, I was living in a world assuming basically that everyone was straight.

That was definitely changing…

Artem lied down on my side on the blanket, giggling like a teenager, waiting for the two lovers to pass by.  

As I watched him like that, genuinely excited, he had nothing to do with the intimidating man I had seen on pictures in the Chief’s office before the mission started, or walking on the street for the first time.

Artem Kravchenko had been introduced to me as a disappointing but entitled son to an empire, more into fucking the guys working at his father’s club rather than actually becoming a drug-lord himself.

The reality was more complex.

Artem was seeing other men because he needed some way to distract himself from the weight of, one day, succeeding to his terrifying father.

I could understand that.  

But let’s go back to the matter in hand.  

While the couple was literally a few feet away from us, I sneaked my hand on Artem’s back until I managed to slide my fingers inside his briefs.

I felt his bare ass.

I waited for the strangers to be standing right in front of us, - they were pretending not to see us and looking at the lake -, to shove my index in Artem’s smooth ass crack, titillating his anus.

“Aah.”

Artem made the funniest little gasp.

His face got red, probably shocked that I had been willing to go that far.

I whispered in his ears.

“What’s going on? Have you got bitten by a mosquito?”

He put his hand on my thigh and tightened his grip.

“You’re playing with fire, Ry.” He mumbled.

“Am I?”

I moved my index around, getting past the anal ring to feel his insides. It was warm. I was getting very heated myself, my dick was forming a massive tent in my shorts.

“Aaah… Fuck…”

I kept tickling his anus, - to be fair, I was barely in -, until the couple was fully gone.

“What the hell?!” Artem exclaimed once they could not hear us anymore

“What? You didn’t like it?”

He was about to say something but then, his face changed into the cheekiest look.

“I just meant, what the hell, that’s as far as you can get? Really?”

“Artem?”

“You’re barely scratching the surface!”

“You naughty fucker!”

I burst out laughing, shoving my finger deeper in his anal cavity.

“Oh… Fuck!”

“See! Don’t taunt me, babe!”

The babe had slipped from away that lips. It surprised me.

Artem pulled himself away from my grip.

He stood up and he started running like a mad man.

“Catch me if you can!”

We were adults playing tag in the park.

I thought Artem needed an escape from his daily life but maybe I was the one needing it the most.

I was hysterical as I ran after him and I was quick to catch him.

Although maybe he wanted to be caught because on paper, the cyclist had better legs than me.

Once again, we fell on the ground as I jumped on him, about 200 feet from where we had set our picnic.

We were panting.

Our breaths were all we could hear in this quieter part of the park. We were under the shadows of large trees and behind bushes.

The atmosphere slightly slipped from harmless fun to very adult play.

“I think I still owe you something.” Artem spoke softly.

“You do?”

“Last time, I kinda abandoned you in the middle of something.”

My dick throbbed in my shorts.

“You did. And guess what?”

“Tell me.”

“Since I was supposed to feed you with that creamy load, I haven’t nutted since then.” I confessed.

“Wow, 48 hours without ejaculating, while working at the Rainbow. That must be a record.”

“I’m not sure about the Rainbow crew, but for me, it really is, man! I’m a horny boy! I don’t feel right when I don’t jizz at least twice a day.”

This was very true.

Artem grinned at me.

“Really? That’s an honor you’ve been saving up for me then.”

“A promise is a promise.” I caressed his hair. “You were the one working for those loads, they belong to you.”

He unzipped my shorts.

“Let me make it up to you, for real.”

“Here? You’re sure?”

I looked around.

“It’s been more than two days. That should be quick, nah?”

I chuckled.

“Yeah. I can’t promise I’ll be the most endurant. Besides, you’ve been teasing the beast for over an hour!”

“I barely did anything.”

“Yeah, right, if you say so!”

“Hey, you’re the one who fingered me!”

“I’ve barely scratched the surface; you said it yourself.”

“Shut up!”

He kissed me.

A good way to shut me up indeed.

Dang. What was I turning into?

But again, this was not me. Just a character. I was being Ryan; Kyle would have never gotten so romantic and horny at the same time.

He would have appreciated the following five minutes the same though.

In this very confusing time, one thing was for sure, Artem knew how to suck a girthy stiffed dick!

Just the sensation of freedom when he finally released the eager beast from the shorts made me feel good, but when he started bobbing up and down at a fast pace, I started to moan like crazy.

You can watch porn, you can have erotic dreams, you can stroke yourself and picture it countless of times, but nothing comes close to the real thing.

Artem Kravchenko’s mouth was meant to swallow my dick. And to swallow it HARD.

I slid my shorts underneath my ass so he could grope and play with my bum all he wanted as he was deepthroating my fat cock.

I felt every nerve ending of my boner against his tongue, palate, and throat.

Every back-and-forth was another spark going through my body. Every gagging sound was sending me to places. Every successful deepthroat felt like the greatest achievement.

He did not ask me to put my hands behind my head and I was glad.

I seriously messed up his hair this time around and I face-fucked his pretty European face.

I had to; Artem was begging for this and my cock had been waiting way too long to properly wreck this throat!

It was like the wild animal between my legs had finally caught his prey and could not let it go.

The thick saliva from the blowjob was dripping in the grass and mud below us.

Further in the horizon, I could see a group of college shirtless guys having a beer. They could not see us though, or at the very least, I did not think so.

“Feed me, Ry. Gimme all you’ve got!” Artem spat on my cock.

“Kiss my balls!”

He did more than that.

Sure, he kissed them but he also swallowed each one of my (heavy) nuts. The man was greedy!

I was close to the explosion.

“The squirrel earlier did not know what he was missing.” Artem joked as he was servicing me.

That idiot made me laugh out loud in the middle of the action.

“Shut up and suck!”

Artem kissed my abs and returned to my cock. It was so hard and ready to burst that my meat stick was trembling.

“How do you want to finish, Ry?”

“Inside of your throat?”

“Should I stroke it?”

“Nah. No need… Go back deep, I’m about to explode. I’ll fucking drown you in my sperm. You’ll be filled up for days!”

“That’s fine. I’m really hungry!”

And just like that, Artem went on me for another deepthroat, only this time, he completely smashed his nose against my pubic hair and maintained the position while gagging.

How did he even do that? Was he a sorcerer of some sort?

I wish I could describe the sensations here, but dang, it was just too good to be true.

My dick was bathing in a warm, slippery, and moving tunnel.

I forced his face on my cock even further, locking him by pulling on his hair, and only then, I let the cum flying out of my wet cock.

I was so fucking deep inside his throat; I may have directly hit inside his stomach with my two-days-in-the-making loads.

“That’s it, babe! That’s it! Yes… Swallow my spunk… Yes… Stay put… Fucking hell… You’re a baddie!”

Even in this position, and while he was getting filled with my jizz, Artem made sure to look up to me.

I think his eyes may have been the sexiest thing there.

After a while, finally, I released my grip and let him breathe again. I was shaking from the intense orgasm.

He coughed but Artem did not spit out anything.

He enjoyed the full serving.

“Are you all right?” I asked, slightly panting.

He did not talk at first. He was struggling with the amount of cum in his esophagus.

Poor guy, I hoped he would not actually drown!

And when he opened his mouth again, it was not to talk but to show me his empty mouth.

Artem stuck out his tongue to prove he had swallowed everything, until the very last droplet.

“Good boy.”

My dick was still semi hard and dripping.

I had high expectations and they had been exceeded.

“Thank you, Ry.” He said, on his knees.

“Hey, there! What’s this?” A man howled behind us.

“Shit!”

A park security guard was yelling at us from afar, angrily walking towards us. I was naked from the waist down.

“Let’s fucking go!” I tentatively pulled back my shorts.

“Our stuff!” Artem pointed to the blanket, 200 feet from there.

We had left our phones and personal belongings there.

“We run!”

And we did, laughing like maniacs, we ran to our blanket, grabbed our stuff, - left some behind -, and we fled the park as criminals.

It was honestly hilarious, especially as my shorts kept on falling back and I exposed my ass to half of the people there.

The group of college guys clapped and cheered as we passed them by.

“Fuck… I didn’t have the time to return the favor…” I finally said once we had escaped the security guard.

I had never sucked another dick but I felt like I was ready for it.

“This one was for just you. We’ll have other opportunities. Won’t we?”

I kissed Artem on the mouth.

I felt my own cum in his breath.

“We will. For sure.”

He smiled.

He was handsome when he was messy.

My mission was to have Artem falling for me and I think I was succeeding.

The only problem was, he was not the only one falling…