Feldmann Serpitae Anime Mortem - Master And Slave

1. Auflage 2025
ISBN: 978-3-7575-9756-6
Verlag: neobooks
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Deutsch, Band 1, 134 Seiten

Reihe: Serpitae Anime Mortem

Serpitae Anime Mortem - a strange word combination for most of you. The story is a twist of a love affair between two different types of men and a political plan that creates a new society. Even the two men are not sure about their relationship, as one of the politicians, who want to change everything.

My name is Michael Feldmann and I'm in the mid 50s. Started to write gay fetish novels a while ago. As I worked for one of the leading rubber manufacturers, my knowledge about that hot material is extraordinary. Who is into the fetish rubber and roleplay, should read this book.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Feldmann, Michael

Leseproben

Chapter 2

Dylan was a criminal defense lawyer and they had met when it came to a young drug addict who had grown particularly close to Tony's heart.
Normally, it was important in his job not to let problem cases get too close to him, but speed, as the young junkie was called, had been something special in his eyes. Unfortunately, he had been torn from his life too early, but not directly by taking drugs. Another, not much older man than Speed himself, had killed people with a submachine gun in a rampage.

Life could be merciless at times. Insidious and unpredictable when one was on the right path of virtue. Speed really didn't deserve this death. Drugs
had derailed his career in a sheltered home and a thriving family business, but Tony had realized in the last weeks before the young man's death that he was only too eager to escape drug addiction.
People come, people go.
This was felt more clearly than ever before in this time of pandemic and isolation. It had been no different with Dylan. Just as suddenly as he had entered Tony's life, he had disappeared just as quickly.
The noose of Covid-19 had continued to tighten every day since the beginning. At first, there were short videos and reports from the Far East that were disseminated via the media. Even then, utopian numbers of deaths were mentioned, which this insidious virus spread like a
fog bank that ate its way further and further across swathes of land.
At that time everything was still too far away and Tony, like many others, had not yet thought about how dangerous the situation could become for himself. Surely it had also played a role that Dylan had entered his life before. They had met in the city's court during a first plea on speed. Tony literally absorbed this muscular, gray-haired man in the Italian anthracite-colored three-piece suit and had to look over at him again and again. This was exactly the type of man he had in mind when he lived out his sexual fantasies. The wedding ring on his finger could not be overlooked. For this reason, Tony hadn't had high hopes until his gaze was returned, as if Dylan had felt Tony literally undress him with his eyes. There was something in that eye contact that lasted only a short moment; a statement. Then each of the two men turned back to their actual activities in this court case.
Although no one had assumed it, the further negotiation went exactly as Tony had imagined. Speed would certainly have been torn apart if Dylan, or criminal defense attorney Dr. Dylan McLean, as he was introduced in the courtroom, had failed; but he had done his
homework. He was a man of strong arguments and knew exactly how to take the helm to his hands. The other side broke on him and the judge had acquitted Speed. In the end, Speed only had to work through 100 hours of community service in a retirement home, but that served more to restore his self-esteem.
After the verdict was announced, Tony and his young protégé left the courtroom beaming.
Dylan was standing in the hallway. He had unzipped the top button of his shirt on his collar and loosened his tie. He had his cell phone to his ear and spoke in a hushed voice. The two men passed him and their eyes met again. Tony felt hot and cold because he realized that this gray-haired man was completely upsetting him. Without being able to do anything about it, he noticed something hardening between his legs. He quickly looked down inconspicuously to check whether a bulge could be seen in his pants.
There was nothing to see. Tony nodded briefly to Dylan, but Dylan grabbed him by the arm and indicated with a wink that he wanted to talk briefly.
"I'll be home in half an hour, honey. See you soon." Then he ended his phone call.

"Thank you for your great work, sir." Speed had not shed his exemplary upbringing. At his core, he had always remained a good person. The drugs had simply made him stray from the path of virtue
.
"With pleasure, young man. That's my job. I assume that you will not disappoint me in the future and know what to do. Go to your social worker regularly and work with him. You've now been given a chance that may not happen a second time."
Speed nodded with his head bowed.
"You're right, sir."
He lifted his head and looked over at Tony.
"Mr. Williams is the one who pulled me out of the maelstrom. I would never have made it alone and I broke off contact with my parents. Basically, I don't have anyone else at the moment."
"So, so, you're Mr. Williams."
Dylan stared at Tony and he had the feeling as if the defender wanted to take off with his crystal blue eyes.
"I can't deny that."
Tony grinned sheepishly.
"I have to move on, gentlemen. My wife is waiting with the food." Dylan rummaged briefly in the inside pocket of his jacket and brought out a business card and a pen. Then he wrote something down briefly on the back and pressed the card into Tony's hand.
"I was very pleased to have met you, gentlemen."
Then he turned to speed again.
"Follow your plan, young man. There are always people who believe in you."
Now he turned his back on the two men and was gone.
In this moment of bliss, no one would have thought that the Grim Reaper had already cast an eye on speed. On this day, everything seemed too perfect.
The days after the verdict was announced just flew by. Tony couldn't complain about work. The day came when many things were to change for him.
On that Friday, he decided to work from home. That was not unusual. Since he kept the weekend free, except for emergency missions for his protégés, he often ended the week at home in the office. The television, a small portable device that often changed its location in the apartment, had found its place on the windowsill in his small office that day. Although he was very absorbed in his work, his eyes regularly wandered to the
small, angular screen. Then it happened. A LIVE report with colorful lights from police vehicles and ambulances captivated him. He knew this street. It was not far from his apartment. He turned up the volume.
".... inconceivable. It is still not clear how many people the gunman had killed before he himself had said goodbye to life with a shot to the head. Lifeless human bodies lie everywhere, some of which are already covered with shrouds. This act shocks the citizens of Sawbridge Willows. There had never been anything like it in the history of the city. Our sympathy goes out to the families of the victims. We continue to pray for the people who are still struggling with death here on the open street."
Tony was petrified. How could something like this happen in a city that could be described as harmonious on the whole? Certainly there were dealers, drug addicts and suicides here, but a rampage? Such a thing was incomprehensible.
The TV was now on all evening. Life, every citizen of the city, and of course also outside the city limits, noticed what indescribable things had happened that day. There were still
some victims, some of whom could be recognized by their contours on the screen under covered
cloths. They had no names, they were some kind of people who
had been torn from life from one minute to the next, but even that was a terrible
thought.
It was not until the telephone rang late in the evening that at least the identity of one of these poor
human souls came to the surface.
"Hello, Tony Williams on the phone."
After a short pause, a deep male voice answered.
"Tony, Dylan here. Dylan McLean. We met in the courthouse."
Tony was surprised. He noticed the slightly shaky tone in his caller's voice.
"Mr. McLean? How do I get the honor? Excuse me, but I'm a bit
off track at the moment. Have you heard about the killing spree in front of the Guggenheim Mall? I have the
TV on all the time. There is now talk of 14 dead. I can hardly believe it."
"That's the reason for my call. I am sorry to inform you that there is one person among the victims whom we both know. Speed, or let's say Frederic Miller, as his real name was, did not survive the rampage."
Tony swallowed and a big lump formed in his throat.
"The ..., the ... I...".
Tears shot from his eyes and the lump finally came off.

"I know it's terrible for you, after all you've done for the young man. He was certainly on the right track."

"That was him, Mr. McLean. He had been in a methadone program for some time. His urine was regularly tested for traces of drugs. It all looked very good. The boy had bite and fighting spirit." Tony shivered.

"He was in the wrong place at the wrong time, Tony. Like the other victims, who are now lying there on the cold asphalt and covered with a shroud. It sounds harsh, but speed is one of many."

"Do you know? I just wonder if his family doesn't give a damn. In the Miller dynasty, people like Speed were just superfluous growths that were eliminated or banished with the help of others. In his case, the boy had tackled it himself. He had completely detached himself from his family."

He sobbed softly. "I know you can't let personal fate get to you in my job, but the little one was something special."

"I understand you, Tony. You know what? Would you mind if I came to your place? Maybe you'll feel better then? A little variety can't hurt. My wife went to her cousin's house in Aspen Springs for a few days and won't be back until later today. From my...