Erotica Harem

Whoops! Sorry Psionic! I accidently ended up emailing you my review instead of posting it so i did both.

This is another story i didn't see the use of the standard review guidelines. It's messed up. i think the hit man was a cold hearted bastard to choose his job over the man he loved. and to kill him is even more screwed up. Good story though. I could never write anything like this, one, because I have no clue about gay relationships, and two, i can't kill a person, even in a story. I'll stick to my happy ending romances, thank ya very much. There were a few corrections I marked for you, but overall, you seem to have a good grasp on not having many mistakes in your stories.


A cool breeze wafted through the open window, alleviating the stuffiness of my small apartment. It was warmer than usual for this time of year, so it was a treat to have such beautiful weather. I ventured to open the window a little more, ignoring the din of the city, and allow more air to circulate since I had no air conditioning. I lay back on my bed and tried to get in a comfortable position to fall asleep.

A knock at the door brought me back from the edges of drowsiness. I sighed in annoyance, since I had expected visitors earlier but no one showed up.

I walked to the door in my shorts and peered through the peephole. I could see a tall figure in the dim hallway outside but he kept his face lowered, hidden from me and probably anyone else who might be watching.

I was used to this attempt at anonymity so I was not alarmed as I opened the door. I sucked in my breath with an audible gasp and my heart leapt in my chest.

“Nico?” My voice was just above a whisper in surprise and desire.

“Hey, babe,” he replied with a smile. He remembered the pet name that he had for me.

I hadn’t seen him in six years. We had been inseparable for a year and half up to that point. Back then, Nico had been voracious, insatiable and uninhibited. He was also generous. I was in school at the time and he had just been hired by Big Johnny, the mob overlord in this part of the city. I knew that Nico was in training with him to be a hired gun, so I suppose it was that element of danger and devil-may-care attitude that attracted me to him.

Nico set me up in an apartment (much nicer than this one) near school and him. He would come to me every night and we would indulge in carnal pleasures of the flesh until we were exhausted, sweating and panting.

Then he began to distance himself from me. The change was subtle at first so I didn’t suspect anything was wrong. He pimped me out a few times and I went along with it because I thought it would please him. In retrospect, it was only to keep me from noticing he was absent.

Before long, he stopped coming to see me altogether. I couldn’t find him and he never tried to contact me. I was certain he was getting pressure from Big Johnny to leave me.

I was inconsolable for weeks, often contemplating suicide. I lost the plush apartment, since Nico stopped paying for it, and had to settle in this run-down place, where I have been for over five years.

In my depression, I almost didn’t graduate. After that I could not hold a steady occupation because I couldn’t concentrate nor did I have any will power to move on. Finally, I took to the streets hustling. It’s an ugly(,) dangerous job but for now(,) it’s all that I could do.

That’s been my life ever since he left and now he stood at my door. Those six years were swept from my memory in an instant.

“Come in,” I said, stepping back to open the door wider. “Come in!”

Nico glanced up and down the hallway before entering. I understood his need for discretion.

Nico glanced around my tiny apartment, which I managed to keep clean. Bad for business to have a messy place. Besides, I did not need to have many material possessions so that helped keep it uncluttered. I had a small TV on a shelf and a cheap CD player for entertainment.

“Still hustling?” he asked, without much interest.

“Yes.” I responded with the same tone.

He was quiet for a few long seconds. “I’m sorry, babe.”

My heart leapt again but the look on his face brought me back to earth. He wasn’t apologizing for leaving me. It was something else.

“It’s ok, Nico.” I pretended not to notice his demeanor or that his jaw was set. “I know you probably did what you had to do back then.” I deliberately baited him.

He shook his head. “No, babe. I mean(,) I’m sorry for what I have to do.” He reached for a pocket inside his suit jacket. I gasped in horror when I realized his meaning. “I am sorry for leaving you but you’re right. I had to. But I didn’t come here to talk about that.”

“Big Johnny put a contract out on me,” I stated flatly with no emotion. If he was surprised at my lack of reaction, he didn’t show it. I knew about Big Johnny. He was the main reason I was living in this area. Not that I had any allegiance to him, but since this was his territory, it was reasonably safe. He kept a close watch on all activities and did not tolerate any drug pushers, gang members, pimps or anyone who could take away from his businesses. I also moved here hoping that I could find Nico. I heard news of him every once in a while on the streets but never saw him.

Big Johnny wasn't taking any chances with Nico's earlier indiscretions.

Nico nodded to let me know I had guessed right. I placed a hand on his and stopped him from reaching the pistol that I knew he had hidden.

“Nico,” I whispered. “How about one more time? For old times sake?”

He paused. I could see he was debating the issue in his mind.

“I’m not going to try to escape,” I reassured him. “Where would I go?” His resolve was beginning to crumble so I pressed my advantage. I touched him in areas I knew to be his errogenous zones.

“I don’t want you to lose your contract or your standing with Big Johnny,” I whispered while caressing his body. “I’m just asking for one last time before you gotta do what you have to do.” My shorts were tented in the front as my cock swelled with desire, instead of duty.

The last of Nico’s defenses fell and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

“One more time,” he agreed. He undressed with care(,) hanging his suite in my closet to keep it from getting wrinkled or dirty. I remembered him before he developed his OCD. Meanwhile, I retrieved a bottle of Captain Morgan rum and fixed us each a drink.

Nico stood naked in front of me. The past years had been extremely good to him. He was very handsome. His body was more muscular that it had been. He had a little more hair on his chest, enhancing the curves in his chiseled torso.

Then there was his magnificent cock, hanging low over beautifully rounded balls.

I handed Nico his drink and then dropped to my knees sucking and licking his cock and balls. I was light-headed with pleasure.

Nico rubbed my head, running fingers through my short-cropped hair. He took quick sips of his drink between moans. He drained his glass and set it down. Nico pulled me up and threw me onto my flimsy bed.

I was awash with such pleasurable sensations that I had not felt in years. I found myself losing my identity as I melded with his presence. Our bodies ached for the release of such sexual tension which had been pent up for so long.

I was allowed to make love at last(,) after just ‘sex’ with countless men. He entered me repeatedly and we exploded together each time. I had never known this much bliss.

I knew this was my last night on this earth, but I had my own plans. I employed every trick I had learned when Nico and I were lovers and more, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through his body.

No woman or man would ever come close to finding those spots. The endless line of whores Big Johnny lined up for Nico could never pleasure him like I could. In a sense(,) tonight was an ending of sorts for him as well. I felt reassured that he would never again have a night of such unbridled revelry.

Nico lost himself in me as much as I in him. Suddenly, the years of pain and hurt did not matter. The low points and depression, I forgot, along with the years of debasing myself; walking the streets, giving blow jobs or hand jobs to anyone just to get money to eat; having sex with out-of-town businessmen who, out of prying eyes,(were) trying to recapture their youth and sow their wild oats; giving pity fucks to old men, who had stayed in the closet their entire lives, only to crawl out in their senior years to taste the forbidden fruit they had denied themselves for so long.

A short time with Nico and all was forgiven. I saw a faint glimmer of the man he had once been. For an instant, he was no longer a hitman, (but)rather the lover I had been so enchanted(with or by).

Much sooner than I wanted, he and I lay in each other(other's) arms, panting, limbs intertwined. Our bodies were pressed together with a mixture of sweat, saliva and semen. We didn’t speak for a while, because neither of us knew what to say. We both knew it was the end.

“Do you still have that box of toys?” Nico asked after several long minutes.

I chuckled. “Yes. It’s under the bed.”

He disentangled himself from me and found the box. As he opened it, he let out a low whistle at the assortment of ropes, chains, leather restraints, gags, hoods and dildos. Nico laughed as he dug through the paraphernalia, pulling out certain items. I was happy to have him back and in such a playful mood. I forgot the earlier feeling of this being the end, as I watched him.

He stood over me with several coils of rope. “Do you want to shower first?” he asked.

I chuckled with anticipation. "No. I'm good."

He bound me securely to the extent that I could not move. He gagged me with a bandanna. I expected another round of love-making(,) but he disappeared into the bathroom instead.

From my restrained position on the bed, I could see him as he showered, realizing that this truly was the end. My lover was gone, and the cold right-hand man of Big Johnny had returned.

I watched Nico as he dressed with meticulous care. When he finished, he covered me with a towel to protect his clothing from me and our mess and hefted me over his shoulder. No one saw us as Nico carried me outside and placed me gently in the trunk of his car.

I lay in the darkness of the enclosed space as he drove. I had no idea where he was taking me but for some strange reason, I was not afraid.

I had no idea how long we had been driving when Nico stopped. He lifted me out of the trunk and onto his shoulder. We were in a wooded area where a large landscaping project was under way. The numerous pieces of equipment sat silent like statues yet watching us as Nico carried me through the site.

He laid me on a wide conveyer belt and wadded the towel to form a pillow for my head. From this position, I could see to the end of the belt and despite my earlier bravery, my blood ran cold. An enormous(,) industrial-sized wood chipper sat with its open maw as if waiting to be fed. I was its meal.

My fearlessness fled into the darkness and tears formed in my eyes.

Nico loosened the gag and kissed me on the lips. I could see his eyes were watery also.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” he whispered stroking my hair. “I have to do this. I’m sorry I have to be your death.”

“No, Nico.” I whispered back. “You are releasing me from death.” Tears ran down my cheek. “I died six years ago when you left me. I’ve been living in a hell ever since. Tonight, you are my angel of mercy.”

Nico was crying softly, but I continued.

“I know that I would never have you again, so I’d rather die tonight(,) having laid with you one more time, than to live without you for the rest of my life.”

Nico sniffed and wiped his eyes. He kissed me again and then replaced my gag. He punched a series of buttons on a nearby control panel. My heart skipped a beat as the wood chipper roared to life and the conveyer belt lurched forward, carrying me to my death.

Nico walked next to me, keeping pace with the belt, still touching me, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead. Soon I felt the breeze of the whirling blades on my bare feet. I struggled against the ropes in a last desperate attempt to escape but it was no use. I could feel the air beating with the rhythm of the blades.

Nico pulled his pistol, equipped with a silencer and laser sight, from its hiding place. I saw the narrow beam of red light as it pierced the dusty air and centered on my forehead.

“Goodbye, lover,” he said just louder than the wood chipper.

As the blades cut into the flesh of my feet, I convulsed in agony and screamed through the gag.

Nico pulled the trigger.