“What’s up?” I asked.
“There’s this kid you’ve got to see. He’s incredible.”
I’d received calls like this before, and I stopped getting excited until I knew for sure what the talent looked like exactly.
“I’ll be there in a few. Don’t let him leave yet.”
As soon as I got to the gym, I had my driver drop me off at the front. I went inside and walked directly over to where the trainer who called me stood. The gym was full of practice cages with guys trying to become the next best thing.
“Which one is he?” I asked unenthusiastically. Too many times I’d gotten my hopes up and had been let down time after time. I gazed around trying to spot who I was being urged to see.
“That one over there with the black T-shirt on and the green sweatband,” Max said.
As the electronic clock overhead ticked down, I spotted a familiar face among the fighters that I would kill to have.
Is that… No. It couldn’t be.
I took a few steps forward to try to get a closer look. I couldn’t trust my vision anymore. It was him. I was sure of it. Nathan Barnes. I had wanted that young man for far longer than I was willing to admit.
“There are two other fighters over there that draw big crowds in the underground circuit,” my trainer said. I was sure he was worried that I hadn’t thought much of his suggested fighter. Little did he know it was the exact opposite.
Out of my peripheral vision, I saw the two solid fighters in the other cage. Even without my trainer telling me, I knew those other guys and knew they pulled in great money. But neither were TCF caliber, and I didn’t bother looking at either one of them. While Nathan Barnes was in front of me, I couldn’t care less what the fuck happened in the cage. Nathan was my weakness, and men like me didn’t have weaknesses.
I could feel my cock begin to harden the longer I stared at him. It had been a while since I had seen him last because his father had been keeping his distance from me. While trying to maintain my cool composure, I watched the young man who had been the reason for countless jack-off sessions.
Nathan was the kid of the ultimate piece of shit father, Joel Barnes. Joel was the epitome of trash. I was certain that the only good thing that ever came from Joel was his son. Nate must have gotten his looks from his mother, God rest her soul, because Joel possessed none of them. Joel had told me with his own mouth that when his wife died, he’d gambled her life insurance money away in one weekend.
Joel was as shitty as they came. He’d go to the sportsbook and bet away their rent money and probably their car payment. I was sure grocery money too. Joel was such trash that he’d roam the aisles and rows of seats to pick up half empty beer cans. On numerous occasions I’d seen Joel send Nathan to pick up popcorn tubs near the movie theater trash. Plastic containers with nothing left but chip crumbs from nachos and paper tubs with popcorn kernels became Nathan’s dinner. It was a pathetic life Joel led, and that kid had next to no chance. But I thought I might be able to provide him a chance and at the same time help me. Apparently, this kid had been taking karate and jiu-jitsu classes, so someone had him set up.
Joel had severe gambling addictions, and he owed me close to $450,000—with interest. Once borrowers hit the $100,000 mark owed to me, they were cut off and interest doubled. At the $200,000 owed mark, I’d start looking for them. In this city, it wasn’t difficult for me to locate anyone, but I hated to have to go looking for my money. By the $300,000 mark, I typically made sure they weren’t seen in sportsbooks and the interest tripled. And once someone owed me $400,000 grand or more, that was when the breaking started.
Why hadn’t I broken the despicable Joel Barnes yet? Easy. Nathan Barnes was his son. If I killed his father, that wouldn’t bode very well for me. But knowing Nate’s father was my secret weapon. I knew enough about Nate’s upbringing to know that it lacked in so many places. If he had ‘daddy issues,’ and I thought he did, I knew how to make those disappear.
Nate had somehow survived life, such that it was, with that piece of shit father. Nathan was all grown up now, and I wanted him like no other young fighter I’d seen. Nathan and Diego combined would be my bomb against Hollis Ward. Nate was the ultimate underdog, and the world loved an underdog story.
While the fighters fought, my eyes roamed the parts of Nate’s lean frame that I felt no shame for looking at. His biceps and chest muscles strained the fabric of his black T-shirt, just as the sight of him made my cock strain against my wool pants.
I couldn’t pull my eyes off of Nate’s body. He moved so well. I wanted to take him to the men’s room and grab him by his light brown hair while I fucked his mouth. I ached to hear the metal of my cock barbell clang around in his mouth. Then I’d lean him over the counter and take his tight virgin ass with my long, thick cock. My eyes were glued to Nate’s perfectly chiseled jawline and his dusting of facial hair. As young as he was, it probably took him a few weeks to grow what I accumulated in just a day. I wanted to tear him out of that shirt so I could look down at his muscled body and into his eyes while I fucked his mouth.
I obsessively wondered what Nate’s body looked like under his clothes while I fantasized about fucking his mouth. I imagined it would be incredibly erotic to feel his nose and scruffy face pressed against my groin as I held his head against me while he choked and gagged on my cock. Did he have any hair on his chest yet, or still just the trail of hair that went down into his jock? And how unruly or trimmed was he?
I’d find out answers to all of these questions soon enough.
I doubted that Nate was a virgin. With a hard body like he had and boy next door look, he was probably fucking chicks each weekend in high school. Probably the bitch teachers too. I was pretty sure he’d had pussy, and probably as much of it as he wanted. But that ass. Was he an ass virgin? Had he had cock? I felt the familiar burn build from my balls and could probably come without even touching my cock.
I began to fantasize about me working on Nathan to help him prepare for my long, thick cock. Surely, if he’d had cock, and I doubted he had, he most likely hadn’t had anything like mine. I’d put in my thickest most prominent barbell so he’d feel it with every thrust. He’d most likely need some prep work. I visualized him in the luxury box during TCF fights with me while his jeans were down. As he leaned over the railing to watch the fight below, I’d stand beside him while I slowly fucked his ass with a long necked beer bottle. I’d be right there for him when he moaned my name and begged for me.
“So, what do you think?” Max asked.
I cleared my throat and nodded.
“He looks good,” I said. “He’s leaner than Diego, but I like him.”
“I think someone may have beat you to him, Marcos.” Max pointed toward Nate. As Nate turned around, I saw something that about drove me insane. His T-shirt had Hollis Ward’s fucking Team Dragon logo. Under the logo read ‘Junior Team Dragon.’
Over my dead fucking body was I losing this kid to Ward. I was about to do something I’d possibly regret by ripping the T-shirt off his body. Nathan made me irrational, and seeing him wearing that fucking Team Dragon shirt about made me lose my shit.
“I know his father, and he owes me a considerable amount of money,” I said as I looked at Max, hoping he’d catch my drift. I looked back at Nate and hollered over, “Hey, I think you’d look better in a Team Silva T-shirt.”
