Tony came back from the usual pub inspection rounds early. As he opened the front door, he heard the unmistakable sounds of love making emanating from his bedroom. He flung open the door and there, on my bed was his girlfriend, legs apart with a man humping her, She was moaning and squealing. Closing the door with a slam, he alerted the fuckers.
"Tony, what are you doing home?" Clara, his GF of 2 months asked in horror, her legs still apart, revealing a dripping pussy. She was trying to cover herself with the soiled bed sheet.
Tony went quickly to the closet and got a baseball bat. As the AP was trying to put his pants on, he jammed the bat into his face, taking out a few teeth. I then smashed his fist into the man's nose. He fell to the floor groaning, stunned but still conscious. Clara by this time was screaming and flung her naked body at me, pulling him from the groaning man. Tony decided to deliver a boot to the fallen man's groin and he contorted in agony. He began to whimper as his dick and balls turned blue. There was cum dripping out of his dick but now, also blood.
Tony sat down on the bed and calmly called a number and gave some instructions. Clara tried to flee but she received a back hand slap that was forceful enough to fling her across the room and ordered in fury, sit.
Within 20 mins, 4 men came to the house and working expertly, removed the groaning man, his clothes and cleaned up the room. Clara looked on in horror as I motioned her to stay silent.
"Don't kill him but make sure he never talks about his injury. Make him an offer he will not refuse." Tony ordered, his voice full of authority. They carried him out in a large laundry bag and drove off in a Ford Transit Van. They took the bat with them.
"Go dress, you slut.!" Tony hissed.
Clara scrambled and put on a pair of jeans and T shirt. She looked at Tony with dread and terror. Finally, she said "What are you?" Those men..........they obeyed you. Are you some crime lord? What are you going to do to Simon?" She mumbled.
"You have to suffer consequences for this dishonour you brought to the family." Tony said. Clara fled the house and Tony did not stop her. He needed some alone time to attend to a few tasks. Two days later, at her sister's house, Tony found her..
Tony took Clara home. As they entered the room, there was a group of men assembled. They rose and nodded reverently. Tony sat on the lounge. As every one of the men came and kissed Tony's, Clara realised he was not the average PhD student. One man whispered in my ear. "The scumbag was left at the park in his boxer shorts. He was told that going to the police would be fatal for him. He understood." Johnny said in a low voice. That evening, the local TV news had a short item about a beaten up man in boxer shorts found in the park and "Police are appealing to the public for help in their investigation."
That evening, Clara and Tony had a simple BBQ and wine in the backyard. She was trembling most of the time. Terror has been replaced by dread. They sat down at the kitchen table. By this time, she had cried for hours and tried not to look at Tony.
"What are you, Tony? Are you a Godfather? You are no PhD student. What are you going to do to me?" She quietly said, her voice trembling.
"I am an PHD student. You know the topic. You cheated on me and made me look like a fool. In my position, there has to be consequences. There has to be a punishment." Tony said coldly.
"What are you going to do to me?" She asked in a whisper.
"You will live." I said nonchalantly.