Nate turned and waved at me. He smiled bashfully before turning back to his practice opponent. I wasn’t going to let Ward take this kid from me. Especially not after all the money his dad had taken.
* * *
There werea number of things that contributed to my foul mood that had now spanned several days. One, was seeing Nathan again. Prior to the other night, it had been many months since I had seen Nathan from afar. And now, I wanted him even more than I thought I did. Naturally when I thought of Nate, his deadbeat father crept into my mind. Joel’s presence put my mood in the garbage too, but I could feel that was fading. He owed me a lot of money. The other thing was that Diego had been less than welcoming to the idea of me adding another fighter to the team, which meant, he’d have a new “brother” of sorts living here. I told him to get over it and it wasn’t a choice he could make or have a say in.
I wanted Nate in the worst ways. Ihavewanted him in the worst ways for a long time. I wasn’t proud of that, but it is what it is. The lust and desire that I had for Nathan was so heavy and bothersome that I’d spent the past few days devising ways to make him mine. I had a good feeling that I knew exactly where Joel lacked as a father mainly because my father was a deadbeat just like he was. I knew where Nate’s aches came from, and I had no qualms about exposing them and playing “Daddy” to Nathan. Nate needed a new daddy, and I was ready to be him.
If I wanted something, I did what it took to get it. Fuck, I wanted Nathan Barnes. No, I didn’t justwantNate—I wanted toownhim. And I was about to call the debt from his father due.
I had the plan pretty much laid out and was taking Max with me. We’d go to their house and tell his father the money owed was now due. I knew he couldn’t pay. I’d tell him his debt had gone unpaid for too long, and I was going to collect. I was sure he’d give us some sob story, but I wasn't going to buy it this time. I’d tell him that I would wipe out his debt in exchange for him giving me Nathan.
Max was on his way over so I could go over the plan with him. I took a bottle of beer to the couch and leaned against the cushion as I mentally went through what I’d say to Max. I couldn’t help but smirk when I brought the beer bottle to my lips. The mental picture of Nate bent over, or on his hands and knees while I fucked his ass with a beer bottle was making me hard. I quickly pulled my shirt off, leaned back against the cushions of the couch, and pulled my semi-hard cock from my pants. Nathan had been my muse and reason behind all of my jack-off sessions since seeing him in the gym a few days ago. And now, once again, I allowed my mind to get lost. As I stroked my cock, I imagined stroking his while I moved the beer bottle in and out of Nathan.
“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned. I closed my eyes and pressed my head against the couch cushions as I came all over my stomach and chest. I surprised myself with another cum spurt when I imagined telling Nathan to lick the cum off of me.
When Max arrived at the house, I explained the plan to him. He sat quietly and listened, and when I was done, I was more than annoyed that he didn’t seem to be thrilled with my plan to get Nate Barnes onto Team Silva.
“We’ll rough up Joel if we need to,” I said.
“I’ll go with you on one condition: no violence.”
“You’re not in a position to suggest conditions, Max.”
“Look, there’s no need to knock Joel around. He’s an older guy. He probably doesn’t have medical insurance. It’ll only hurt Nathan.”
“Nathan is coming with me. It won’t hurt him.”
I’d show that kid how good life could be with me. I’d pamper his ass, train him to be the best TCF fighter, and train him to destroy Hollis Ward. I’d even make him my secret little fuck toy. It wouldn’t even matter if he was straight. He wouldn’t be when I was done with him. It was the same with Diego. He was straight when I brought him in, and now he begged for my cock. Nate would worship me and would want the success I could help him achieve with the benefit of Team Silva.
“Think, Marcos. You’re twisting the reality of what you’re about to do for your own conscience. You’re taking a person against their will and saying it’s payment for money owed. Now, I’m all for money in exchange for money that is owed. I’m uncomfortable with Nathan in exchange for money owed. I know you have this obsession with Nathan, and I’ll help you. I know you won’t hurt him, but there’s no need to physically harm Joel. That will make Nathan hate you even more. Yes, Joel is a deadbeat and asshole, but he’s still Nathan’s dad.”
I took a deep breath and understood where Max was coming from. This would be viewed not only as unsavory, but illegal. I couldn’t rock the boat much, so I agreed to no violence. I anticipated Joel would be elated to worm his way out of the money he owed me. And I really would give Nathan a taste of the good life and success. It would be enough reason to want to stay with Team Silva.
* * *
Shortly after 9:00a.m. the next morning, Max and I pulled up in front of Joel’s shabby house in one of the worst areas of Las Vegas. I noticed all the dead landscaping in the front yard as I led Max to the door. I firmly knocked and was thrown for a loop when Nathan opened the door. He frowned and cocked his head to the side, recalling that he’d seen me a little over a week ago at the gym.
“Hi, can I help you?” Nathan asked.
“We’re here to see your dad,” I explained.
Nathan nodded, and as a polite smile spread across his handsome face, he looked over his shoulder into their living room. “Dad, the guy you know from the casino is here.”
I turned to face Max and raised my eyebrow at him.I’m the guy from the casino to him.
“Come in, guys, please,” Nathan invited.
Joel hurried into the living room and looked nervous. He probably was fearing that we were going to kill him.
“Hi, guys. What a surprise. Uh, we can sit down at the table if you’d like. Nathan, maybe you should go—”
“Nathan can stay,” I calmly interrupted.
“Okay,” Joel said. “Uh, would you guys like something to drink? Coffee?” Joel offered as Max and I followed him into the kitchen.
“No thanks,” I answered. “We won’t be long.”
Max and I sat at the card table with the folding vinyl chairs. Nathan didn’t sit at the table with us, but he leaned against the kitchen counter and shoved his hands in his pockets.
