A tall intimidating man strides the night gleaming through the dark with a neon green streak straight to the silver ghost den the bikes headlight flickering his green strong willed eyes, he extends his hand holding his bike helmet pointing at the Gang's leader.
" You'll have a taste of my balls tonight"
Delivered like a dagger cutting through the silence with unprecedented audacity,and a smile brewing with confidence.
The son of the Russian underworld lord almost broke into laughter,his grin feral as he descends from his throne.
"Approach me soldat,get closer… If you want to invade this body, you'll taste the same blizzard that froze your ancestors—forever locked in shameful history."
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_" The Audacity of these bicthes , the hoes have been loose lately both figuratively and literally
So much so they dare to race me just to get fucked in the ass at this point"
It's getting tiring to forsee the score , none of them stood a chance anyway, fucking amateurs.
Royce took off his helmet , bobbed his head to flick his hair , the front scattered perfectly on his forhead length , the back cascaded down his neck completely dry and unscathed.
He flicked the kickstand dismounting smoothly from his bike
Didn't even have to break a sweat, a waste of my damn time.
" Jero this is the last fucking time you pick me a shit competitor or i'll run your ass instead " royce tossed his helmet at one of the bike gang members and his best friend.
" You won't dare " Jero caught the helmet effortlessly with one hand
" Try me , wanna race? " Royce's eyes flicked silver moonlight glow , mirroring the sky's source of light.
He gets excited at the appeal of a worthy conquest to conquer.
" Yeah no need to , it would be a bad look if a tall guy like me bottomed for you shawty " jero teased him
" I am still bigger than you where it matters, besides forget it you're as flat as a pancake."
Royce turned around but the other racer was no where near the finish line
" I can't wait for him any longer,
he looked so confident and not much of a sports,i bet a big guy like him would take the loss up the ass literally " Royce In one smooth motion, swung his leg over the bike and planted his foot on the pedal.
" Tell him to meet me at the hotel, if he doesn't show up i'll incinerate his balls "
With a firm push sent him gliding forward as he gripped the handlebars and leaned into the ride.
His hair freely striding backwards with the wind as he drove at an exhilarating speed, the tension of risking his life sharpened his instincts as he swerved on the road passing through the cars openings barely bumping them.
Life? Arbitrary. You only feel truly alive when you're flirting with death
Your heart starts pounding audibly , your body gets hotter working overtime as you feel nothing the pain of thinking of death gets numbed with adrenaline shots that spread throughout your whole system clearing your mind of any redundant thoughts unrelated to surviving the moment as your eyes are set Straight on the road
The only annoying aspect about being fast , outside of bed of course that would be shameful. Is that the exhilarating fleeting moments are so short lived.
The city blurs past me, my pulse steady despite the speed. Before I know it, the hotel entrance looms ahead, neon lights reflecting off my bike's frame.
Royce kicked the stand down ,parking his bike just at the entrance , he threw the keys to the valet boy for him to park it.
" Be sure to be careful with my baby"
My name is Royce, but cars? Never cared for them. A bike, though—that's different. It's not just a ride it's an extension of my body, shaping every turn, every move. Full control. Full thrill.
That's the pleasure of being a biker, not that i am a bike nerd , i just know enough to keep me alive and i sure do have the talent to stay alive.
Royce entered the building , shoving his hand into his black leather jacket pockets and strided as if he run the place
" Haha i do run the place "
Well not literally, his father Kiril Zephylon owns a massive hotel chain globally and currently he's second in line in inheritance right after his brother Vlatka.
" Maybe i shall just accidentally slice his neck, or put a fork standing right under his pillow on a tiresome day he would just flop right into an eternal sleep.
What do you think sir ? " Royce was standing in the elevator next to a gentleman who looked very hasty to answer.
" I think a silent poison would do the job, but i like the crimson scenery of blood
Murder has to be flashy and red coded .Don't you think it's better "
The guy hesitated to speak ,he recognized the Zephylon member , his pale blue eyes were a straight give away the moment he entered ,the guy was fascinated by his open and deliberate plan to kill his older brother
Wouldn't he be a witness now that he heard of the upcoming attempt
Would he have to be killed as well?
" Bang! "
The old man's knees planted on the ground, his forhead dripping a fausset
Of sweat
Royce blew on the muzzle, technically his index since the gun was his hand.
A soft ding annouced their arrival at the top floor as the doors slid open.
" Have a good night old man " Royce bid the frightened man farewell as he reached his destination.
Would you look at the man's face, how i love teasing easily frightened people.
The look of terror in their eyes never fails to entertain me.
In actuality i have never killed a man , i am well trained and capable ,i own a lot of hand guns as well.
The Supergrade ,Meteorite 1911 ,FK 7.5, the Alien heck even Hitler's gun the Golden Walther.
Just to name a few
But i carry the X—Five Skeleton a lot ,for one it looks sick for two it's light weight i barely even notice it in my pocket for three it's a shooting competition gun designed for precision and has low recoil ,making it my best option for self defense.
I have always longed for a situation where i can blow a boy's head with this sweet baby , i am tired of shooting dummies.
I want the real deal , but since Darren, the Zephylons entrusted lawyer got a lot of cases in his hand already ,i wouldn't trouble him more.
Trully what a time to be alive , sipping on the finest wine though it tastes like shit i still drink it just to feel a bit old.
Slouching on the comfy lounge overlooking the best view of the city from the highest point.
Ding—Ding
just about time for a long fuck, cheers to the Zephylons.
The most Russian family with the most non Russian family name.
" Come in big guy " Royce opened the door for the agitated biker after a shameful loss.
" Do i really have to do this " he asked for a getaway.
" You signed up for it , there's no takesis backsies
and even though my win today wasn't satisfying i still feel like being generous so i'll loosen you pretty good i know it's probably your first time
Now lay in bed and spread your cheeks for me big guy "
I am human sexual, probably pansexual fits my orientation best.
Since I am fascinated by the proportions of the mature human body and the endless variations in how its different parts come together.
I do agree its a little off for a 5 foot 9 guy to top a nearly 6 foot guy , but i guess i am standing in a way higher position in comparison, he is basically a nobody with just a few inches ahead and most importantly
" AIN'T NO WAY THAT THING IS GONNA FIT "
Oh how I love shattering the pride of a top who has the balls to make fun of short kings when they don't even have the dick for it.
No one has dared to disrespect me personally, everyone knows how hot headed i am,i reach for my gun at the slightest temptation to blow someone's head off.
My friends don't believe me when i say i haven't actually murdered anyone ,heck i can't believe it either.
I am always surrounded by close relatives or friends who help de-esclate the situation, who knows what will happen when i am approached with a hint of insolance in an isolated position.
" NO MORE PLEASE"
" The night is young buddy , gotta make the most of it "
Ended up railing the poor guy , he didn't pull up a fight, my gun wasn't on me and when it comes to pure physical strength this guy posseses great physical premise,not that it would have been a trouble for me to take him down.
But
That's just the trick with power , you don't even need to posses weaponry nor strength to conquer.
When you've got the elixir of life,
money money money.
" Is this enough for your trouble? " I handed the guy a stack loaded with cash after breaking his back all night.
" Tche more than enough" suddenly the guy's pain subsided at the sight of the cure of it all.
The guy left my room pretty satisfied.
Didn't even bother asking him for his name ,not that it matters he is probably gonna come again , he moaned like a bitch last night i might have broke him into a bottom now.
Royce stretched his arms in bed before getting up just on time.
He hovered to the bathroom to wash up
" Sharp as a bullet , god damn i love my mullet"
At 7:15 am I left the hotel riding my bike to school.
I go to school on my own volition, the rest of my brothers are homeschooled whilst i attend a private boarding school for one reason.
" And the highest grade in class , as usual goes to Royce Zephylon.
Well done "
The competition.
these phrases fall like an eloquently orchestrated,holy melody from a lyre softly blessing my ears
I know that i am superior, but being the top at school without even trying makes me feel sublime.
It doesn't matter if i am just top class either , as long as i dominate a space the more the merrier though.
Besides it's the french test, my mother would give me an earful if i didn't excel in my second language.
The teacher finished distributing my classmates disgraceful grades and started a new lesson
Sitting at the very back of the class i fiddled with my pen trying to learn how to spin that motherfucker whilst my mind drifted into another dimension as the teacher started reading my eyes glazed over my notebook that's basically a doodle book.
I have never had trouble with language subjects, i speak french, russian and English fluently.
Probably that's why their session is the most boring of all , there's nothing more to learn that i haven't seen or read before.
Gosh i can barely keep my eyes open, today's schedule is soul crushingly boring.
Royce sneaked his phone under the desk to check for any new messages in the silver ghost group chat.
But nothing came up, he was almost bummed but a beautiful silent bright notification popped up , it was a message from jero.
-Hey man there's a german biker who wants to race you , he's not familiar with our acquaintances know though he's a famous biker, do you accept the challenge?, he is very skillful.
-Fuck yeah, he better be worth it
This was the highlight of today , but I will keep my hopes low since the last races I had so far were less entertaining than watching paint dry.
But fucking germans, for some reason i have brought myself to hate them.
They say Russians are cold? At least we have fire beneath the ice. Germans are just… well, the ice,talking to a German is like talking to a well-oiled machine—precise, efficient, and utterly lifeless , I've met statues with more warmth than these people.
Something about breaking their soulless face brings about the life of me.
I have yet to race a german yet, he better exceed my low set of expectations at least.