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Gay-Hardcore-Thriller / A novel from the Moíra-Universe

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Empath

Blurb:

Young, attractive and with a gift for sensing other people’s emotions, Paolo Costa is the ultimate sex kick.

Torsten Hunter is a police inspector. While searching for a series of missing persons, he hears about an esscort with incredible abilities. Is there a link? Then he realises that the case has been given to him with ulterior motives.

At the time Mark Berger, whose profile doesn’t match any of the other missing persons, disappears under his watchful eye and bodies start turning up with signs of torture, the puzzle starts to fall in place. Torsten Hunter tracks down illegal drugs and powerful people standing behind the operation. They want Paolo and his skills at any costs.

That’s what it’s about:

Paolo is the ideal escort and passionate about his job. As you watch him use his innate talent to tease the utmost lust out of each of his clients before bringing them to a climax, you’ll wish you could book him yourself.

Over the course of the story, Paolo grows from a teenager into an adult, makes friends and learns about responsibility. He soon gets caught up in a battle between two powerful organisations, with the police breathing down their necks.

A dedicated detective is hot on his trail. Things speed up too fast for Paolo and he learns that not everything that is fun is not necessarily legal.

This is a hardcore novel suitable for adults only.

Empath’ is an experiment. A spin-off from the Moíra Cycle, it details hard, uncompromising gay sex between adult men, including BDSM scenes. This plot is embedded in an exciting and multi-layered story. Nothing less, nothing more.

Short extract from “Empath”

Prologue

The small fairground was bustling with life. The town administration usually used it as a parking lot. Today, however, there were no cars parked here whose owners wanted to go shopping in the nearby shopping mall. Instead, the square was filled with motorbikes of all types and their owners.

They proudly presented their shiny machines and not only did the chrome of the fairings flash and gleam, but the owners also wore festive clothes. You could see heavy leather battle vests with large patches of their clubs, swanky wristwatches, and heavy gauntlets with pointed rivets of a length that normally requires a weapons licence.

The sun was shining with an unusual power, so that some visitors were forced to shed their protective clothing. They presented themselves to the crowd in tight tank tops in more or less advantageous sizes. Large-format billboards stood at the entrances. They announced the event that was being celebrated: The annual gathering to kick off the motorbike season.

Hundreds of participants crowded the area leaving little to no space between the motorbikes. From Aprilia to Yamaha there stood a wide range of more or less exclusive bikes to fetch the attention of the people around. Their mostly male riders bathed in the crowd and made sophisticated small talk with their neighbours; about tuning and drag-reducing accessories. To successfully reduce air resistance, one would have had to put them on a diet but that did not dampen their joie de vivre. Everyone was looking forward to the parade that was to start its round in a few hours through the surrounding area.

In the middle of this pulsating crowd, two tall men leaned on their motorbikes. No doubt they were partying along, yet they stood out differently from the other visitors. Their motorcycles were just as fast as their neighbours’, but they looked rather plain in comparison. The leather suits had certainly cost a lot of money, but they impressed more with plain black and body-hugging cut than with flashy colourful stripes, patches, and shiny accessories. The helmets stood on the tanks of their bikes. Despite the warming sun, they had not opened their zipper by a single inch, and they were still wearing their gloves. Long gauntlets for the one and tight police gloves for the other.

Their whole appearance was stylish, understated, and coherent. In a gay club, the two of them would undoubtedly have had a lot of fans. Here they stood out in the crowd, precisely by not standing out in the crowd. To someone attending this event, it seemed like it was a little gloomy around them. Their neighbours were talking loudly among themselves about their horsepower and the latest models. They peered through them and there was even less of a smell of spilled beer, fried chicken, and cigarette smoke around them.
The two of them didn’t seem to care. Perhaps they had even intended this effect because they were discussing private matters.

“So, you’re really going to go through with it?”, asked the man with the gauntlets. “Well then. Cheers!”

The two toasted with a beer they had previously fetched from a food truck nearby.

“Sure. I already have a few applicants who want to join. We also have an old military compound and some guys with military training. I came across them by chance when I was talking to the bouncers outside a bigger club in the area. Together with them I can let the business grow faster. Because they can – but that doesn’t matter now.”

“An old military compound? Hopefully not …?” The face colour of the man with the gauntlets turned a shade darker, as if a small cloud was pushing itself in front of the sun.

“Right there near you! We become neighbours, so to say.”

“Whether I think it’s a good thing or not, I’ll have to think hard about it.”

“You can do it!”, boomed the man with the police gloves and gave his counterpart a powerful smack on the shoulder.

Because of the startling loud action, the two of them became visible in the crowd for a few seconds. A tattooed man in his late fifties looked over at them. His heavy vest (he wasn’t wearing anything else over his bulky torso) was stretching in inappropriate places, but he didn’t seem to care. He laughed out loud and toasted them. The two of them toasted back. After that, the darkness of disregard descended on them again and the neighbours turned to their own business.

“Actually, I moved so far into the countryside so I could have peace and quiet. I guess that’s over now. Knowing you, you’ve already planned everything down to the last detail”, said the man with the gauntlets.

“I have indeed, but only members will find out about my plans. Do you want to become a member?”

“Thank you, but no.” Again, a shadow seemed to fall on his face. “You know your business is not for me. I am content with the way I exist. Besides, it’s hard for me to find my role in a group.”

“Too bad. You would’ve fit in with us. You’re discreet and don’t fall over immediately when you’re pushed a little harder. There would be a large circle of fans for you. But you are right. You must really want it and even that is no guarantee that everything will go well. But if the project takes off the way I envision, customers will be queuing up for becoming members.”

“Good luck. The area is big enough if I’m not mistaken. I owe you something and am of course happy to help where I can, but I have a job that I like to do and that challenges me. On the weekends, I sometimes just need my peace and quiet.”

“I’ll give you a cell anytime. There are enough of them in the facility and there you’ll have all the peace you need; you just have to say so.”

The booming laugh lifted the darkness for a few seconds again. They clinked glasses once more.
“But before the first customers arrive, we have to get the plant ready. I can really use all the help I can get for that.”

“If it’s just for that kind of help… hmm… someone must go through the electrical systems. Heaven knows what kind of condition they’re in. But that’s all I’m doing!”

“That’s all right. You’ll get special status until then. Don’t worry about it. I’ll sort it out. And I’ll make sure the others leave you alone to work.”

“I would like that very much. I would also be happy if your people stayed where they are. Otherwise, I’ll have to put up an electric fence around my own property.”

“You do realise that would be pointless? If one of the inmates escapes while he’s… never mind, in any case, even your fence won’t keep him out.”
“Then make sure that doesn’t happen, please. I like it very much in my house and I would hate to have to move.”

“How safe the cells will become is also up to you to a certain extent, in the case, that you help us. By the way, I am cooking up another, bigger project. Pascal is currently negotiating with a supplier. After that it will be ready to go. So, well, I must go. I want to take this thing out for a spin today.”, he pointed to his motorbike.”

“Why don’t you just ride in the motorcade later?”

“That’s a good one! If that’s really why you’re here? You’ll have to do without me. Later then… I have a feeling that after my exit there will be a small, willing slave waiting for me in a dungeon.”
“Then don’t let him wait too long. Otherwise he’ll break out of you.”

“Everything’s under control.”, laughed the man with the police gloves. “I’ve calculated it exactly. He’ll be my patient zero and first member, by the way. He’s a natural.”

He got on his bike, put on the helmet, and started the engine. The deep, rich sound suggested a lot of horsepower under the tank. His friend was watching as he slowly made his way through the crowd. People didn’t seem to notice, but still the crowds parted in front of him. It was only when he reached the end of the fairground that a short, shrill roar was heard.

The man with the gauntlets also finished his beer. The conversation seemed to have aroused him more than he had let on in the conversation. Several times he shook his head violently, as if he had to convince himself of something. Then he put his glass on the floor, got on, started the engine, and left the meeting point as well.

“Did you know them?” the tattooed man in his late fifties asked his companion.

“Which ones do you mean?”

“Well, the two who were standing here until just now.”

“Are you drunk? There was no one there!”

Chapter 1. Paolo

A small room in a city flat. At first glance it looked homely, almost cosy. It contained a bed, table, two small armchairs, a wardrobe, dark patterned wallpaper, and a ceiling with natural wood panelling. At a second glance, one saw metal hooks in the ceiling, from which iron chains were hanging.

The cheap wooden bookcase did not fit into the picture either. On the lowest shelf stood various shoes and boots. On the shelves above were several leathers, BDSM utensils and bottles of various sizes with other erotic contents. At the top, a leather muir cap and a black motorcycle helmet laid next to a pair of gloves.

Perhaps that would be cosy for the most of us, including the occupant of this chamber. His name was Paolo Costa, and he was lying naked on his bed. His eyelids were half open. Underneath, you could only see the whites of his eyes with a vacant stare. His hands were shaking and the fingers of one hand were moving as if he was counting money. There were small beads of sweat on his forehead and his breathing was shallow and rapid.

Whether he had a fever or was just having a bad dream could not be determined at first glance. In any case, he gradually regained control over his body again. He had been lying here helplessly for several hours now but whatever had put him in this state now seemed to be losing its effect.

His thoughts were still wandering through the area like an astral projection. He was in the surrounding streets, walked over various pavements, floated through walls, and entered rooms. He wandered aimlessly and looked around everywhere. It seemed as if he was searching for something or someone. He met many people on the way. He could see them, but they could not. After all, he was not physically there.

If they could see him, many would turn to him, without him making contact and he knew that. The few people who had seen him so far thought he was a damn good-looking young man who took care of his body and kept it in shape. This was proven by the defined muscles that stood out under the flawless and deeply tanned skin.

He wore his pitch-black hair cropped into a flat top. In combination with his regular facial features and prominent chin, it looked almost military, as military as a naked man can look. Only his height did not harmonise to his Mediterranean appearance. He measured one metre ninety and therefore only just fit into the bed on which he laid.

Paolo felt his thoughts gradually regaining order. The adrenaline that had been pulsing through his blood until now was losing its effect. He continued to wander through the city in his thoughts. He strolled through the parks in the evening. He walked through narrow paths in the bushes which were no longer illuminated from the sun. From time to time, a man would emerge from the shadows. They stood there indecisively, as if waiting for someone. Paolo knew this area well from his own excursions. This was where men met other men for quick sex. In the past, he had waited in such places, today others did.

Paolo made fun of making contact with a young park visitor and nestled his mind close to his body. The man didn’t know what was happening to him, because he couldn’t see who was standing before him.

‘Close your eyes!’ Paolo ordered him. ‘Open your trousers!’ Without resistance, the young man obeyed and revealed a considerable hard-on from the depths of his baggy trousers. ‘Jack off!’ His ‘counterpart’ hesitated for a few seconds, so Paolo had to penetrate deeper into his mind until he followed his order. He made him feel as if he were standing in front of him, running his hands under his T-shirt. Finding his way slowly and caressingly, circling his nipples with his fingertips.

The man groaned as Paolo flooded his mind with his own horniness. He jerked off faster and faster. When he sensed that the guy was going to come in a few seconds, he withdrew. He was bored with this game.

“Don’t go away, please! Go on!” the young man moaned, still with his eyes closed. But Paolo didn’t feel like it any longer. He left the park and continued moving through the streets of the evening city. He breezed randomly through the flats in the surrounding blocks. What he was looking for, he couldn’t have said even if he was asked directly. The kind of fulfilment he needed did not exist in this city. He watched people sleep. Walked through their dreams. Bored with himself, his mind grew tired. He made his way back home. Back into his body.

He was still lying limply stretched out on the bed, unable to get up on his own. He was just walking through the sleeping area of a nearby flat when he suddenly stopped as if electrified. There was someone lying in bed under the covers. He could hear him breathing. But he did not feel his presence. What was going on here?

The first limb of his body suddenly lost its limpness. Something stirred between his legs. Within a few seconds, a boner of considerable size formed there. Cautiously, he tried to make contact with the sleeping man. Something that usually happened casually. Such as breathing or the movement of his steps, but this time he failed to do so. He could not reach this man. Paolo didn’t know what this guy was thinking, how he was feeling, or what he was dreaming. It was so completely new to him that he gasped with excitement. He had to meet this man!

Paolo opened his eyes to reveal a shocking brilliant light blue. Another detail that did not fit into the picture. A detail that made him very intriguing. It took much effort to pry your eyes away once they had caught you. His eyes still looked dim, but it only took seconds for them to clear. The room was in an evening twilight. His gaze wandered around and then lingered on his hard-on. Dumbfounded, he looked at the piece of flesh twitching and pulsating between his legs.
A key was put in the front door and turned. Someone came in. Heavy boots stomped up the stairs. His bedroom door was opened and a biker in black leather entered.

“Ah, you’ve been waiting for me!”, he said at the sight of the spectacle between Paolo’s legs. He took off his helmet, put it on the table and looked around the chamber. He drew the air deeply and audibly through his nose and seemed to be looking for something. Paolo watched him anxiously as he paced the room, squirming like a bloodhound, and then stood abruptly in front of him. He bent down and knelt over Paolo so that his boner was pressed tightly against Paolo’s stomach. While he took off his police gloves, he took another deep breath.

“You were in the goods again.”, he said coldly. With a quick grip, he grabbed Paolo’s wrists, guided them upwards and held them on the right and left of his head. Paolo felt the pain but resisted only slightly. The biker overpowered him for now as he was only slowly regaining control of his body again. They both knew that. The biker held him on the bed seemingly effortlessly.
Paolo felt helpless and at the mercy of something he didn’t like at all. He resisted and tried to at least get into the biker’s mind, as he had so easily done with many other people in the last few hours.

“Don’t do that”, was all he him said to him, “or I’ll take you out.”

Paolo obeyed without hesitation. The biker stared into his face without loosening his grip.

“Something is bothering you.”, he finally said.

“I have found someone. He lives in this town. You must bring him to me.”

The biker looked at him thoughtfully. Then he suddenly loosened his grip.

“I will as soon as the time is right. I promise you that. Until then, you must be patient. We have to move away from here first.”

Paolo knew that he had to contain himself while they were still living here in the city. That’s why he wasn’t allowed to move freely in the streets. At least not physically. Most people did not take notice when he touched their minds. Some, however, would notice if he physically stood in front of them. That way he could provoke questions, that neither of them wanted to answer.
This restriction and helplessness tugged at his nerves over time. A wild excitement rose in him and made him growl uncontrollably.

“You will, show me later where he lives and what you have seen. I want to know why you are interested in him. Then I’ll look around a bit. ” The biker suddenly let go of Paolo. “Now get up and help me undress. After that, you’ll do the job I created you for.”

Paolo obeyed wordlessly. He regretted it every time he had the idea of resisting the biker, who sat down on the chair. Paolo first slid to the edge of the bed before slowly getting up, still swaying.
First, he knelt in front of him and took off his boots. Then they both got up. The biker stood in the middle of the room. Paolo unzipped the suit and pulled it down piece by piece until it hung from his knees onto the floor.

As he did so, he caressed the bare skin that was revealed underneath. He pressed his bare body tightly against that of the biker, who was now no longer a biker but naked like himself. He licked his nipples until they erected under the massage of his tongue. As he did so, he slowly pushed his hard-on between the biker’s legs. He hugged him with all his might and began slow thrusts between the other’s legs.

“I’m yours.”, Paolo whispered in his ear as he nibbled gently on the lobe. “I will only stop again after you have come.”

“You better not cum!”

“Yes, sir!”

Even if the naked man had wanted to, he could not have stopped Paolo now. He had very consciously flipped a switch on in the young man’s mind with his words. Once this trained behaviour went off, it continued through to its inevitable end. Paolo had only one goal at that moment: to satisfy his partner. Through his special sensitivity, he anticipated every need of the other and fulfilled it without hesitation. So, the biker did not resist when Paolo brought his wrists over his head with a gentle pull and fastened them in leather cuffs.

“How much time do you want?”

“Two hours.”

“Okay. I’ll make sure you can’t relax during that time. And after that, you’re going to beg me to let you squirt.”