My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 8 Questions by Marita A. Hansen Page A

uses for him, if
you know what I mean.”
    “ What?!”
    “ Yeah, by the way, your Angel
Gabriel likes punk chicks. He looked to be enjoying all the
different positions ; Oh ... I mean uses my sister had for him.”
    “ Get him now!”
    “ Nah, he’s handcuffed to the bed
ready for some more kinky fun with my sister.”
    I stormed up to him. “You get him now,
boy, before I lose my patience with you.”
    He sho ved me. “Stay back, you
pervert.”
    Having learned my lesson from earlier, I
rushed him before he could react. Matteo was a skilled fighter, but
I was stronger than him, and if I pinned him before he could
attack—I had him.
    I grabbed his arms and shoved him into the
wall, jamming my body hard against his. He started thrashing his
head about, trying to head-butt me.
    “ Be still, boy,” I said, keeping
my head out of range.
    “ L et me go!” he hollered, trying to get me
off him. He was muscular, but I was much bulkier than him. My
muscle was built from hours in the gym, something I did to curb my
obsession with sex. I knew I was weak in the mind when it came to
men and boys, so I made my body strong, working out constantly to
keep from giving into my demons.
    Matteo continued thrashing about, causing
my cock to harden, the boy not realizing his actions were arousing
me even more. I had a need to take what I shouldn’t, to bite the
forbidden apple, and right now Matteo was just that. He had an evil
nature, and a body forged by the devil to tempt such men as myself,
and worse, if I took him I would be committing the ultimate
sin—incest, something I didn’t want to do, although I knew I would.
I had tried to avoid him in the past because of it, but with him
constantly being around, I could no longer curb my
appetite.
    I forced his arms between the wall and
his back, trapping them with more pressure, then placed a hand on
his forehead to hold it still. I cocked my head to the side and
started kissing his neck, nibbling at his luscious skin.
    “ Nino!” he screamed.
“Nino! Help me!”
    “ He won’t help
you ,” I
murmured against his skin.
    “ Get off me!”
    “ I wish I could, but I am weak
against such beauty. And if I let you go now you will attack me. I
may be stronger than you, but you are a gifted fighter. So, listen
carefully if you want to be free.”
    “’ Kay, ’kay, just let me go,” he
said, his breathing now heavy. Not from desire, I knew he didn’t
find me attractive, but from panic. Still, I found it delicious.
His stunning blue eyes were so wide, giving him a vulnerable look.
It made him appear younger. I liked that. My nephew wore fear well.
I made a note to induce it again.
    “ If I let you go and you kill
me,” I said, “Christo will kill you and much more painfully. He
would tie you up, and strip the flesh from your bones, laughing as
you screamed.”
    “ He wouldn’t do that, he
loves me.”
    “ He loves me more, and the grief
would push him over the edge. His blood lust would take over his
sanity. He won’t even know it’s you until after you’re dead, that’s
if he can identify the mangled mess left behind.”
    Matteo stared at me in
horror.
    “ So, I’m taking that as you
won’t kill me?”
    He nodded.
    “ He also won’t tolerate you
hitting me again, so keep your fists to yourself.”
    “ I won’t touch you, I promise, just get
the fuck off me.”
    “ I will—a fter I have a little bit of
fun.” I started rubbing my groin against his.
    “ Stop! I’m your
nephew!”
    “ Great nephew; so not so
close.”
    “ It doesn’t matter, we’re
related!”
    “ Yet you beat me up. So, give me
a kiss to say sorry for attacking me, then I’ll let you
go.”
    “ I’m not kissing
you!”
    “ We Italians kiss all the
time, it’s not always sexual.”
    “ You’ve got a fucking
hard-on!”
    “ Stop shouting, and one kiss on
the lips is a small price for freedom.”
    “ NINO! !”
    “ No use calling him. I told Nino to
leave when you got here. You