Serpitae Anime Mortem - Master And Slave E-Book

Michael Feldmann

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Serpitae Anime Mortem
• Sprache: Deutsch

Seitenzahl: 158

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

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.

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Michael Feldmann

Serpitae Anime Mortem - Master And Slave

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

Titel

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

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Chapter 1

Serpitae Anime Mortem – Master and Servant

Tony couldn't stand it any longer. Since he was no longer allowed to leave the house without further ado, the place almost fell on his head. A good 15 months ago it had started in small steps and he had thought nothing of it at first; like so many other people.

At first it was far away. A Virus+ of which one did not know what the actual trigger was and what effects it would bring. There was a lot of speculation. It was rumored that the invisible creeping death had been bred in an experimental laboratory in some small town in Asia and had been deliberately released. Then there were other theories that the virus was a political weapon that was deliberately used to create a new worldview.

The Great Reset was the term that was often used in this context.In the beginning, it was small restrictions that didn't affect life much and you hadn't thought about how valuable freedom could be. Tony clearly remembered the first Chinese live broadcast in late autumn last year in a sushi restaurant he had visited regularly. In the open-plan restaurant, not far from his apartment, the kitchen was of high quality and very cheap. It was no longer there.

At first, there were only limited opportunities to eat there. You had to register with your personal contact details and wear a gas mask with a hood when entering or leaving the premises. The stay in the sushi house was limited in time and since safety distances had to be maintained, only half of the tables were occupied.All the guidelines that came from the government on a weekly basis had to be met by anyone who ran a small or medium-sized business, but it was still of no use. A harsh sentence was pronounced by the country's leadership. The first lockdown had lasted 4 weeks and had already driven many a small business owner into ruin.Mr. Katuri, the owner of Tony's favorite restaurant, had also been hit by the first shot across the bow, but he had fought on for a long time. Every week more restrictions, less sales and still a smile on his face and an encouraging saying on his lips.For many self-employed entrepreneurs, it was just a game for time. No one could survive this eternal up and down without a concrete goal in mind. Tony had worked in a drug counseling center before the pandemic broke out. He was always a very social and committed person who had been shaped by many tragic circumstances and incidents in his family. Human fates have always been topics of his daily life. Before the outbreak of the killer virus, he had always been able to cope well with these burdens, which were influenced by suicide, brutality and human fears. His positive attitude to life was ideal for the job at the time. But that had also changed in recent months.

The isolation and constant successive brainwashing by bad news from the media, which often provided the only source to the outside world, led a constant battle against his positive attitude.This news on the Internet, radio and television pushed people more and more in one direction and produced more and more what was perhaps wanted.Survival of the Fittest. That was the motto.There were the cowards and yes-men. Well-behaved loyal citizens who would jump off a high cliff like lemmings if one were to move forward.Tony had doubts about the situation. He wasn't sure if the ultimate goal was the "Great Reset," but there were definitely goals of governments around the world behind it, which wanted to kick themselves back to health at the expense of the working ant colony.The media warned hourly about the lateral thinkers and urged the world's population to be immunized by vaccines that were developed out of thin air and provided immense wealth for pharmaceutical companies as well as investors and shareholders.As an individual, you were powerless. Tony knew that.Most people, including many people he knew and with whom he was still in contact via Skype or other communication platforms, gradually caved in despite admitted skepticism , as they simply wanted back to normal and their freedoms, which were actually taken for granted. That was also the promise of every state power.

With frightening infection figures and daily information about deaths, wisely torn from life "in connection with the virus", everyone should be driven to accept immunization as the only saving way out of this crisis. Like many others, Tony was networked and had many sources that refuted all the theses of the great physicians and world politicians. But even in this respect he had to be careful. Neighbors and friends gradually developed into enemies when they had become lemmings.In the meantime, he had gotten used to the situation a little, even if it was very difficult for him.To make matters worse, his intense relationship with Dylan, an older man, had broken up shortly before the outbreak of the pandemic. Tony had often wondered during their time together whether it was really a relationship. Dylan was a dream man. Exactly to his taste. Tony's mind rewound and slowed down where it all began.

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. Drugshad 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 side, it wouldn't be a problem. Of course, only if you want to. I have the feeling that it would be poison for you if you spent the evening alone."

"That's very nice, Mr. McLean. I appreciate it, but ...".

"No BUT, Tony. You can still kick me out if I get on your nerves. I have the address. 328 Piccadilly Lane, right?" He waited no longer for an answer and hung up.

Normally, Tony would have asked where Mr. McLean got his mobile number and home address, but that evening he couldn't think straight.

It was only when he stared at the phone in his hand that he felt comfortable thinking that the defense lawyer would visit him. It was actually not the best idea to spend the evening alone.

With a hand movement, as if controlled by a ghostly hand, he pressed the off button of the remote control. He just couldn't stand the sight of the covered bodies and the tearful voice of the reporter on the screen anymore.

But the sudden silence in the apartment was no better. The images had burned themselves into his head and the reporter's voice kept belting out the same terrifying words that just couldn't find a way out in his head. Tony got sick. He sat down on his leather couch in a daze, feeling as if he was going to vomit at any moment.

A feeling of helplessness and tightness of the air supply put him in a state of rigidity, which was only ended by the shrill sound of the apartment bell in Big Ben style.

Cold sweat had formed on his forehead, which he wiped off with one of the fluffy cushions that adorned the leather seating furniture before making his way to the apartment door.

This dull feeling of helplessness still had his body under control, but now there was also this palpitation. On the one hand, Tony was looking forward to Dylan. The well-groomed man had taken a liking to him. He was well built, had gray hair and looked simply stunning in his suits.

He opened the apartment door and an unusual picture became visible from the cone of light from the hallway lighting. Of course, there was the man who made his heart race, but he looked so different from what Tony was used to. Instead of an Italian three-piece suit, he wore tight black leather pants, a white T-shirt and, to top it off, a black fitted leather vest that rounded off the picture of the pants. The light of the brightly lit hallway reflected on the shiny leather and Tony did not miss the imposing bump that protruded from between the criminal lawyer's legs.

Dylan noticed the look at his magnificent package and had to grin, even if the circumstances of the meeting were of course not amusing.

"Do you want to let me in, or is it enough for you to stare at my pants?"

He took a step forward, pushed open the door with his right foot, which was still only a crack open, and pushed Tony forward with his two hands on the back of her head. Then he kissed him passionately. In Tony's head, the roller coaster ride of his life took place at that moment. He forgot everything that had just frightened him, and his tongue played excessively with the tongue of the leather man, whose crisp ass he kneaded as he did so.