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[11 Feb 2013|02:39am] |
Walden was not happy with the way things were going. His sons hadn't come home since he and Rudolph had paid Rabastan a visit, and when he went looking for them he found Rabastan's flat empty. They'd moved. Probably not very far. Walden and Weldon were both needlessly stubborn about finishing school.
Walden lurked outside the building, watching and waiting, and as luck would have it the first one of them he saw was Rabastan, smoking a fag by himself behind the school early in the morning. Low hanging fruit. How was Walden supposed to resist an opportunity like that?
He decided not to try, approaching Rabastan from the side, so he wouldn't be seen, and clamping a hand over the boy's mouth. "Think you're clever, do you?" he asked, his other hand wrapping around Rabastan's throat. "Hiding out, keeping my sons from me? They're mine, boy. Mine to do whatever I want with, like you are your father's."
Rabastan stuffled in his grasp, but Walden pushed his head against the wall. Not hard enough to knock him out. Just as a warning. "I'm not here to kill you yet. Your father has a soft spot for you and until his new toy comes, he should have you." Walden leaned in, licking Rabastan's cheek. "I know where to find you. It's only a matter of time before we find out where you've moved them. Don't make the mistake of thinking you're smarter than me."
He laughed, looking up as a bell rang in the school. "I was going to get in a fuck, but you chose some place too exposed for my tastes. Next time." He pulled Rabastan's hand to the front of his trousers, squeezing his cock with it. "Remember him. Your arse might not be as tight anymore, but I'll make it work. I'll see you soon." Walden stole Rabastan's fag from between his fingers and then pulled back, chuckling to himself as he walked away from the school, sucking the taste of Rabastan's lips from the filter.
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