My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 12 "Confrontation" by Marita A. Hansen Page A

looking scared, making me believe he was telling the truth. At least
it gave me comfort he was still an ally.
    My gaze moved to the stone cottage,
looking for the owner of the voice. A blond man pushed away from the door and
headed our way. He was extremely good-looking, and he knew it, his cocky
swagger and grin showcasing his ego. He was wearing blue jeans and a white
T-shirt, looking like an All-American boy next door ... just a gay one. There
was way too much appreciation in his gaze for him not to be, even more since he
couldn’t keep his eyes off my crotch.
    “Hello, Alessandro,” he said,
sounding American. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
    “Who are you?”
    His eyes rose to my face. “I feel insulted
that you don’t know me.”
    “I’ve never met you, so why should
I?”
    “Because I’m Matteo Donatelli.” He
stopped a few feet from me, his eyes again wandering down my body.
    I bristled at his slow perusal. “Keep
your fucking eyes on my face,” I snapped, wanting to rip them out.
    Matteo raised his gaze again, not
looking slighted at all. “Is that anyway to speak to a fan?”
    “What?” I said, taken off guard.
    “I’m a fan of your videos.”
    I stared at him, hoping like fuck I
hadn’t been kidnapped for one of his sick fantasies. I would sooner die than
allow a man to touch me sexually.
    Matteo cocked his head to the side.
“Why are you looking so worried?”
    “You kidnapped me because you like
my videos?”
    “No, my uncle Christo wants to
ransom you for some weapons and money. The fact that I’m a fan of your cock is
just an added bonus.”
    I scowled at him. “If you come near
it, I’ll rip yours off.”
    Matteo laughed. “Don’t worry; it’s
not me you need to be concerned about.”
    “Just let me go and my oldest brother
might consider letting you keep your skin.”
    “Yes, I’ve heard about that nasty
bastard. Maybe he’s related to my uncle. Christo would skin an enemy alive too.
The only difference is he’d have their skin made into clothing. While me...”
Matteo licked his gun. “I’d sooner suck cock.” He put the gun in his mouth, giving
it a perverse blowjob. After several seconds, he pulled it out, his blue eyes
dancing with amusement. “I can make it worth your time if you let me go down on
that fantastic cock of yours. I’d give you a blowjob you’ll never forget.”
    “Fuck off!”
    Matteo pouted. “Such a spoilsport.
I should’ve kidnapped Dominic instead. I heard he’s not averse to fucking men,”
he said, referring to one of my brothers. A large smile played across his face.
“Is it true he also has a Prince Albert? I looove them, they feel so good
up my ass.”
    I screwed up my face in disgust. “I
wouldn’t tell you, you pervert, and he’s not gay, he’s pansexual, which means
your personality would put him off.”
    Matteo sniggered, my insults having
no affect on him. “Men don’t want me for my personality,” he ran a hand over
his ass, “they want me for this.”
    Noise came from the house, drawing
my attention away from the creep. A priest emerged from the doorway: Padre
Michael Donatelli, someone everyone knew.
    Matteo glanced over his shoulder at
what I was looking at. His expression darkened, all humor gone in a second. He spun
around and stormed over to the priest, spewing abuse at him. The Padre ignored him, his eyes staying on me, curiosity coloring his pale blue irises.
    Matteo snapped, “Get back inside.”
    Again, the Padre ignored him.
I remained still, wary of Jagger’s rapist as he headed my way. I was taller
than him, but he was just as muscular, which looked odd for a man of the cloth.
    He stopped in front of me. “Oh my,
you’ve grown into a very impressive man, Alessandro. The last time I saw you,
you were nothing but skin and bone, a small boy who wouldn’t let go of his
mother’s skirt.” His eyes moved to my chest. “Still, you disappoint me.” He
looked back up, a grimace tempering his