The Dom-Trap Son 4 - (The Good Son, SI)
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So... money. Lots of money. It's been a rather interesting few weeks.
Susan had indeed moved in my flat, and while expenses have somewhat increased, the cash we made through the streams seemed to render this increase negligible. Hell, it got to the point we had made our own Instapost account and gotten a presence there too.
All in all, we were far from being seen as celebrities, but it goes without a saying that some people in town did recognize us to some extent. It was awkward, without a doubt, but the overall lack of 'shame' from us meant that there couldn't be any blackmail that could be leveraged against us. In fact, what would be the point of it? I am going to tell your parents? As if that was a concern at that point.
Susan had a bit of a big fight with her mother over her decision to drop out of college, and while the two had somewhat ironed out what the main issues of this college were, Susan still felt in the mood to get pounded silly to forget the stressful event.
That being said, I still worked at The Cauldron, this time having less reason to whine about needing an increase in my wage. Katie noticed, but didn't mention it too frequently as she was trying to wrap her head on how much I was making with the 'slut-fest' I was involved in.
A bit insulting, but the girl was definitely upset her 'lil butt-fuckeable boy' fantasy was being threatened to no end. And it wasn't the only place that I found some 'opposition' to this sort of situation: Todd started to nag at me for not having asked him for a job at the gym.
"Dude, I am not qualified."
"I could have taught you or something, bro. Like, we are friends since we were kiddies."
"Still, it wouldn't have been cool for me," I argued back then, the man giving me a flat look. "Like, you already made me a discounted fee for the gym. That would just be like me asking for the entire limb after you already gave me a hand."
He didn't look so convinced, and I knew what this was truly all about.
"And dude, I appreciate the ogling, but your bisex himbo attitude will eventually get you in trouble."
Todd found himself gawking over that 'slander'. "I-I am not-"
"A butt is a butt, Todd. I ain't going to judge, but you eyes wander and eat," I hummed, almost smiling at how embarrassed he looked. "Still, rejoice, I have someone that may be of your liking and she has a fully-working womb for you to make kids from."
That caused him to frown, and then I aimed at the lady herself. Olivia came from money too. Her parents set her up with a flat and advised her for the current parttime job she was dealing with once in a while. The truth was, even without asking directly from her, she was... not so into being an independent woman. She didn't want to be a servant or a slave to anyone, but she lacked any form of ambition in regard to 'being a successful single lady'.
Olivia wanted a good boyfriend, a loyal, strong, and successful one, and that was literally Todd by what my dictionary's pictures told me.
"Livia is hot but..."
"You are a bit of a dumbass when it comes to confession. Plus, girls are a bit weirded out by your daddy's handsy attitude."
That last bit soured up Todd's mood, and I couldn't blame him. Rich and 'foxy', his father, Jack, was a womanizer. Hell, one would think that the deaths of Todd's mother and sister would have put a stop to that, but his newest wife, who was rocking some big silicone tiddies, was proof that this wasn't the case.
"Still, I doubt your pops gonna touch Olivia."
"Because her parents are rich?"
"Nah, because he can break his hand, arm, and dick with a single twist," I blurted out mirthfully, causing the dude to snort. "So, pick up your winning mood, and get that lady to know you because we both know you can get her by playing it cool. Kay?"
He sighed. "Fine. But you owe me fifty bucks if she says no."
...
I won those 50$ by the way.
Olivia was heard giggling in the women lockers over getting asked out by Todd, and their first date went well so... another win for me as I crushed another attempt at my masculinity!
Speaking of 'masculinity' I actually got an appointment at the local clinic to get a bit of an understanding over some 'unusual' traits I developed. I had basic understanding over biological 'femininity' in men, something about 'chromosome disorders' and what not, and what I got was... less worrying.
There were some unique 'cells' in my body that were making me like this and, while there were meds to keep them under check while developing the testosterone levels, I couldn't truly leave the 'trap cage'. All I got was some pills to get once every few days by daytime to get some results. I was a week into it and my cock was indeed getting a healthy amount of inches. And my overall stamina was improving.
So yes, this was looking up for me...
Until it was not.
"The boss wants to talk with you."
Well shit. Of course I would end up getting noticed by this less-than-acceptable piece of shit. There is a lot that goes about The Cauldron's owner. Mafia boss, for the Russians that is, and someone that was quite straightforward about the way business goes. He was rich and successful, so it was fair to say that he felt entitled to this mindset.
After getting me to the third floor, Katie went back downstairs to handle her work and leave me on my own with this sort of guy. As I stepped inside, I just could feel a sense of... well, being threatened by the amount of bodyguards in the room. I knew the guy was careful, but this was a surprise. An unnerving surprise.
A quick glance at the guy also left me tense. He looked like a scarred and genuinely scary version of Mads Mikkelsen, and his glacial blue eyes showed no sign of acting as he nodded at me.
"Damian Brunnings. Take a seat, boy."
I complied to the request and I was soon sitting down and... Oh, is that Carlos? That guy was the bartender so... kind of a surprise for him being there.
"I am..." I thought about this, knowing I couldn't exactly keep being a mute witness to whatever was going on. I needed to show a bit of backbone. "I am sorry, but I don't believe anyone ever told me about your name, sir."
He offered an accepting nod. "I am Nazarov. But you will only call me 'sir'."
I held back a frown, and I nodded. "Nice to meet you, sir."
"Likewise. But I am not here to just have a simple chat, boy. I have questions- I wish to start with the core issue of this meeting: are you engaged in illegal activities?"
I frowned at this, confused by the sudden incriminating question. "Not that I am aware of, sir."
"And yet you are making more money than you should. How?"
...Wait, is he talking about-
"I have a live-streaming account with my girlfriend. We are making a fair amount of money through that."
...
"Live-stream?"
"Lewd streams, sir," I mumbled, and Nazarov shifted in his seat, an intrigued look plastered on his face. "We follow paid requests, and we keep the chatters interested. Usually that leads to a lot of income."
"I see... And yet I wonder if this service of yours is actually causing us to lose clients."
Oh shit, that's... not truly a possibility.
"Most of those that spend in the live stream are individuals that don't feel the urge to actually go for the real thing. They like to 'think about it', fantasizing about it, but tend to not take the first step into it," I argued as strongly as possible without sounding arrogant. "In fact, to some extent, our streams count as an incentive to give the real thing a go."
Which means free advertisement for The Cauldron.
Nazarov seemed to pick up just as much, but he hardly looked convinced. So, I had an idea.
"Then there's also that untapped market I see your business not exploiting which helps mine."
This perked his intrigue again. "What market?"
"The single women market. Sir, I have worked for your establishment for a while, and it is a common sight for men with unsavory traits to pay for female attention but... this means there's a free untapped marked of women with 'unflattering traits' that is looking for an equivalent of that service."
"...Men working as prostitutes?" He summarized, his blue eyes glowing with interest. "That's... I wonder if there's truly a market."
"You can ask your men- those you trust and that have a grasp of internet culture. 'Femcels' are the women that are like those failing men that can't get a partner in life. Some switch their preferences to make it work, but others just accept being alone and... they crave affection."
...
"That's... interesting." He looked around and he saw some of his goons nod in agreement.
"However, if I may be a bit impertinent just now, I would like to haggle a 'price' for the idea," I interjected, causing the tension to rekindle in the room. "Not about money or favors, but I wish for a 'clarification' if possible. I can assure you I am not asking more than I can through this exchange."
Gauging my wording, I was able to push out a rather reasonable and civil breakthrough. Nazarov produced a frown over my words.
"What about?"
"I am sure you know me through two reasons. One is about the fact I work for you, sir," I started to explain. "The other is about the fact my idiot of a father slighted you and your friends in Russia. And I know you are involved in it because I know you are clever enough to not let any small fries play with someone in your fief."
Nazarov allowed a tiny smile at that deduction. "That would be correct."
"I would like to know, since it's a fair display of understanding between businessmen, how much I owe you and your partners to have my father back rather than be chained to an unmentioned quota that keeps on rising on each week."
...
"That 'understanding' you are bringing up- your father broke it."
"Which is why my father is not a man in this transaction," I argued dryly. "He is an item. A collateral element that can be worked out through a reasonable deal. I am trying to get him out of familial duty, not because I think what happened to him is wrong- he deserved it and more."
Nazarov nodded in agreement, and he was smiling some more. "I see... and I suppose you don't plan to save him if he fails again to comply to 'fairness'."
"I will warn him of this, and, if he dares to go against this warning, he will be left alone. No amount of weeping from my mother shall rescue him in that case."
...
"It sounds... fair. Perhaps too fair," Nazarov confirmed quietly, fishing a piece of paper and one of his pens to write down some numbers. "I think this is a reasonable 'price' to pay."
He turned the paper and then shifted it closer to me by the desk. I glanced at the number, and had to hold back a whistle.
1.148.112,58$
That's a lot of money. I could potentially rake up that much in a few years, but it was a lot. I didn't ask about the money I paid up to this point, feeling like this number was made while thinking of that too. It wasn't the finest solution, but at least I could haggle on something else.
"How much would I pay each week?"
"A fixed thousand. You may ask to pay a larger sum if you feel so, and I would be willing to lower the weekly fee."
I nodded, this giving me some opportunities and-
"Alas, the deal may change, Mr. Brunnings," Nazarov admitted, looking away for a moment. "If your idea goes as well as intended, you may, truth be told, be given a higher position and thus see some of that money already cut from your wage."
...
"It sounds like a good deal, sir."
He smiled again, and we shook hands over it.
I left that office in a tense mood. I had leveraged a deal with the mafia, one that could truly haunt me in the long run but... at least that would put a stop to the spying on me, and it can finally put a 'goal' on the weekly payments. I went back to the flat, told Susan, cuddled with her by the bed and... soon we were doing a live stream.
I want to say that I was terrified of the next months but... I didn't feel like that. I was delving into the Russian Mob, but I wasn't becoming a proper member of it so I didn't feel outright filthy about this deal. No, the only thing that truly scared me was-
"One of the streamers in the website wants to do a collab with us."
Surprise threesomes!
AN
Not much lood here, but the plot goes forward. And, next time, smut unfolds!