Ivan the Terrible

Ivan The Terrible

Ivan is a man that has cultivated quite a reputation for himself. He is a different person to different people. To some he is a quiet almost introverted character that rarely says a word unless he absolutely has to. To some he is a shrewd businessman. And to others he can only be described as the terrible. Giving a nod to the historical figure after whom he is named. The leader of the Vito crime family.

Unlike the leaders of the other four mafia families in the Russian Bratva who had inherited the Capo position from their fathers, Ivan had singlehandedly founded his branch of the mafia. His empire was built on a foundation of blood, tears and bones, literally. He kept skulls of the victims that fell to his sword on his way up the ladder. He loved to show off his trophies to whichever unlucky souls that happened to earn the show.

Ivan was involved in all manner of crimes in the underworld. He would often say that the Bratva is a chain of command and he is the missing link. His tasks involved extortion of local businesses and trafficking in everything that could be trafficked. Be it sex trafficking, drug trafficking, weapons of mass destruction, drugs, you name it. Nothing moved without his stamp of approval.

His reputation for brutality in the underworld had earned him another kind of side gig. He was the unofficial enforcer for the other four crime families whenever they needed the balls of some of their kin squeezed. Balls that would be out of reach for the other capos as they feared retribution and rebellion for shedding blood of their own.

Ivan also had another lesser known side. He liked boys. He liked men. He had known it since his teens. It had majorly contributed to the quiet side of his personality as he had to keep his boylove hidden from peers for fear of retribution. It also simultaneously fueled the rage inside of him due to the repressed urges. He would initially ask out male gigolos and then snuff out their life at the end of their session because, well, dead men tell no tales.

But he had progressed now that he has money and power a quick end to his preys life was unnecessary . He had graduated. He now likes to play with his food. And he was now being offered an offer he could not refuse.

(IVAN)

As I walk around my soon to be new piece of meat I could not help but wonder what he had done for the gods to punish him by unleashing me on him. But I do not really care, in this business money talks. No questions.

Diablo Gato, I had heard him called. Sounds like a fitting enough name for this beautiful boy in his early twenties, just energetic enough, just the right age to ride the bull. Would be a pity if I have to drink from his skull eventually. He chuckled knowing that could be the only ending for this poor soul.

"Boy, you belong to me now. I hear you love pussy, I hear you love it so much that you chose to be one with the pussy. Well choices have consequences. My middle name is consequences."

Without another word he blew out a cloud of smoke and turned to face the auctioneer.

"one million dollars for this devil cat. " which was more than double what the highest bidder had quoted by then.

"A million dollars going once. A million dollars going twice a million dollars going thrice!" with that she slammed the hammer.

Ivan then turned to Aoki.

"We are gonna have some good fun Diablo, but first I'm gonna bathe you in the blood of Jesus Christ little devil"

With that he signaled to his men to carry his new pet off the stage.

Aoki knew what lay in store for him, but prayed for a miracle.

After all, sometimes the sun goes round the moon.