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Undercover - Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 11:00:01 +0000 UTCUNDERCOVER
Chapter 17: Under Watch
I had a ton of information to report to the P.D. from the evening at the Sorrow, the meeting with Andriy Kravchenko and the night at Artem’s place.
I felt numb while I shared every single detail that I could remember.
It was like a robot talking in my place.
I tried to elude the least possible things since downright lying or sabotaging the mission was not in my plans.
Not yet anyway.
I told everything that I could remember about the people I had seen at the Sorrow, the three women surrounding Andriy, (Katia, Natasha, and Irina), the men with the riffles or the ones taking drugs.
I described with great precision how Andriy had threatened me if I were to hurt his only son or lie to them.
I also shared what Artem had told me about his father, about his admission that he was involved in drug deals (apparently, being at the top of the hierarchy), and that the bars and other establishments were only “ancillary” to the main business.
It was not a shocking news but it remained the first solid confirmation I had obtained.
Still, I tried to clear Artem’s name.
I did not lie, but instead of saying that Artem was meeting with middle men and following right into his father’s footsteps, I insisted on the fact that Andriy Kravchenko was a dangerous and terrifying man, controlling his son down to his intimate relationships.
I also mentioned that we had sex with Artem.
I had to since the undercover team might have found out another way, notably by reading our texts.
In my report, I briefly stated:
“In order to gather more information, I had anal sex with the target. It was necessary to fully gain his trust and it appears to have been the right option. Once we were done, the target was much more inclined to tell me more about his father’s unlawful activities.”
I did not get into any more details on that particular part, and notably, I did not share how much this experience had been overwhelming for me.
I did not confess that we actually had sex three times in less than ten hours either.
First, on Artem’s couch when I had nutted in a pathetic record time.
Then, in the shower when I had finally banged his bubble butt properly.
And finally, in the morning when I woke up with Artem’s pink lips deliciously wrapped around my cock.
It was one thing to wake up everything single day with a fat morning wood rising between my legs, it was another to have it being taken care of.
Dreaming about having your dick sucked only to realize this was not just a wet dream… I could get used to that!
And as I mentioned before, Artem definitely knew his way around a girthy horny cock.
“Hmmm… Art… What… What are you doing?”
He let go of my boner for a second.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
Fair.
It was a silly question.
“Ah… Man… You’re killing me…”
“I’m just enjoying some breakfast. Is that wrong? Should I stop?”
I straightened up and threw away the sheets to have a better view of my cock-sucker.
Artem looked especially good when he was naked and eager.
The lust in his blue eyes would always get me going.
“Keep feeding yourself, babe. I’m not one to deny a breakfast full of proteins to a hungry young man.”
He smirked and went back on my dick. It was all slippery already. Just the sloppy sounds of the blowjob were incredibly hot.
Artem was massaging my balls and my ass crack as well.
I spread my legs to give him full access to the most sensitive parts of my anatomy.
He did not finger me but he felt me up just enough.
Soon, he was going all the way from my hairy asshole to the tip of my uncut cock with a single stroke of his stuck-out tongue.
That must have been some strong flavors in the morning.
When he reached the top, it was only to go back down and deep-throat the full sausage.
“You’re such a good nasty bitch when you want to! Hmmm… Keep going, Art… Don’t you dare stop.”
Visibly, he had no intention to stop.
“Fuck my throat, Ry.”
He demanded in a breath before going down for another long and intense deep-throat.
Was he a magician or what? My nine inches were disappearing inside of him. He could suck me to my balls.
“Oh, you want it rough, eh?!”
His nose was smashed against my pubes.
At this early hour, I must have been stinking like rotten cheese but he wanted to bathe in my manhood.
Artem was craving me like no chick, even the nastiest, had ever had.
What a top-notch slut!
Were all gay guys like that or was it Artem who was special? I was leaning towards the latter.
“Swallow me, baby… Work for your portion of fresh spunk… Show me what you can do!”
I pushed his face down my cock by pulling on his hair, but then, because he wanted more, I lifted my right leg and wrapped it around his neck to lock him even tighter.
He wanted to be smothered in my junks, I would gladly let him embrace that privilege!
I had seen this position a few times in hardcore porn but I had never gotten the opportunity to try it for myself.
It was so rough and raunchy.
Simultaneously, Artem’s fingers were still rubbing my pucker.
I did not jizz but I was definitely pre-cumming in his mouth at this point. My cockhead was leaking.
When he pinched my inner thigh and I realized that Artem was actually choking, I quickly released him from my hold.
“You’re good, Art?”
He was panting and he spat a huge amount of saliva on his bare chest. Wild.
“I’ve… I’ve never done that. The choke-hold part, I mean.”
“Sorry… Was it too much?”
“Nah! I loved it!”
He kissed my leaking shaft and my balls to prove his point.
“Nice.”
Artem looked back at me and he stroked my dick.
“I’m stronger than you think, Ry.”
“Naughtier too, clearly. You enjoy milking me, right? You get off from driving me insane?”
“I do. I’m in love with your girthy cock.”
Phew.
For a second there, I thought he was about to say that he was in love with me. As long as it was just with my genitals, we were fine.
“Do you want to milk me using something else than your mouth or hands?”
He drooled on my shiny cockhead.
“What could you possibly have in mind?”
Artem knew, of course, he was just playing.
“Sit down on Girthy Ry’s big dripping cock!”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your ass is not too sore from last night?”
He chuckled.
“Why do you think I wetted your dick so much this morning? I’m just making sure I have a smooth ride.”
“I can be smooth.”
He was already holding my cock to aim it right in his butthole. Two fucks in one night had not been enough.
He was insatiable.
“I know that you can, Ry.”
“Kiss me!” I requested.
He leaned over and we made out.
I could taste my junks and my asshole on his dirty lips. I liked it.
Artem sat back on my abs to hump my dick.
I held his waist and I searched for the tight opening in his crack. Crazy how such a narrow hole could extend to welcome a large rod like mine!
The human anatomy is amazing.
I slid my dick in the moist asshole and we started fucking in the cowgirl position.
Third time was still the charm as once again, the experience blew me away.
Fucking a girl’s ass is rad, but banging another dude’s shithole, it’s just something else entirely.
It seemed like I was tearing him apart but Artem was joyfully jumping up and down on me.
I reached his prostate quicker than the last time but I tried to be gentler too.
My thrust motions were slower, I was taking my sweet time shoving more of my meat stick in his guts, and as we kept fucking, we found ourselves in the spooning position.
Cute, right?
It felt very intimate having sex like that.
It was as if it was more than just a raw banging, but that we were making love, our naked bodies fully intertwined with one another.
I kissed his arms and his back as I was the big spoon, I also grabbed and stroked his hard dick.
I wanted him to feel good.
We both came simultaneously after about fifteen minutes of hard drilling and the double serving in his ass turned into a triple for Artem.
In that moment, we were one.
I let my cock deflating in the comfort of his warm insides, - bathing in my own spunk -, but when I finally pulled back, Artem made sure to swallow the cum dripping all over my dick.
No waste was allowed, he drank every single droplet.
We French-kissed afterwards and I felt like I was a slut myself, eating my own jizz through another man’s mouth.
We were snowballing.
It was even more raunchy when I licked his dripping wrecked asshole. I had made a big mess down there.
I did not mind being a slut.
Honestly, it was so much more exciting than being a boring straight dude.
We cuddled naked in his queen-size bed for a while, (it felt safe and warm), and we took a shower together before we had to go our separate ways, promising to see each other very soon.
Such a great way to start the day!
The return to reality hurt even more…
For a few hours, I had forgotten that it was all fake, that my name was Kyle Boone and not Ryan Smith, that Artem was meant to get arrested.
Anyway, I told Peter that I was confident that Artem did not have any doubt about my identity or my intentions and that, apparently, Andriy had not found any reason to stop me from seeing his son (so far).
My boss was relatively satisfied with that information but he was also worried.
“You’re not losing your shit? Right?”
“What do you mean?”
Peter sighed over the phone.
“I’m very much aware of how easy it is to get lost in your character. I almost snapped once or twice during my missions; it would be understandable that you’re getting confused sometimes.”
“What are you trying to tell me, Peter? I’m doing everything that I can here. I’m fully dedicated to the mission; I don’t make mistakes. How many times will have I to say this?!”
“I’m not trying to imply anything but having intimate relationship of that level with anyone is deemed to create a deeper connection. I’ve been there. It’s important to recognize that.”
“Artem is a dude, man. I’m straight! I’m fucking him for the sake of the mission. There’s no chance of a connection or whatever happening in this case.”
Peter remained silent for a while.
That concerned me, he could see through the bullshit.
“Anyway, that’s your call, Kyle. Just remember that if you need to talk, to me or to a shrink, you have this possibility. We’re here to help you out. We’re all part of the same team.”
He was seriously getting on my nerves.
I pretended that I was calm and collected.
“I know that and I appreciate the concern but I’m fine. The mission should be over soon anyway, right?”
“Indeed. Next step will probably be to mic you up. It might be risky but we need some undeniable proof. You’ll have the same kind of conversations with Artem where he talks openly about his family’s activities and we’ll keep it on our records. Then, we’ll see if you can get more involved in their shady businesses. Maybe the old Andriy might even want to hire you…”
“Understood.”
“Let’s maybe wait a couple days before hiding microphones on your body. Now that you’ve gone so far, I don’t want you to lose your cover. You know we’re having multiple missions in parallel and I heard some agents were taking inconsiderate risks.”
“I’ll follow your instructions, no matter what they are.”
I talked like a good obedient soldier but I had a growing sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
To be fair, lately, it was not leaving me unless I was with Artem.
As soon as I left him, the ickiness was back. And mentioning an ickiness was certainly an understatement.
To say the truth, and contrary to what I had just told Peter, I was utterly lost.
Thinking about more than two days ahead was driving me crazy because no matter the scenario I was running in my head, I could only see things ending badly.
At this stage, leaving my Ryan’s identity would be like losing a closed-one.
I had never felt that I belonged more than as Ryan Smith, hanging with my bros at the Rainbow and at the gym, or with Amber, and of course, spending time with Artem.
Even diving in the sleaziest parts of Artem’s life, when he had to spend his evenings at the Sorrow or with bad guys, I was thriving.
Obviously, betraying him would be the worst of all.
It even seemed unthinkable at times.
Yet, it was exactly what I was doing, planning his demise and spying on him, continuously betraying his trust.
I tried to find alternatives.
I could, for example, attempt to negotiate a deal for him. He could avoid charges and prison altogether if he was helping us in our investigations.
But no matter how fucked-up Artem’s relationship with his father was, he was the most important person in his life.
First of all, he would never go after him.
Second of all, he would never forgive me for what I had done.
Third of all, even if I decided that I would sacrifice both my relationship with Artem and my credibility in the police department in order to save him from going to prison, it was obvious that the P.D. was waiting for the slightest sign to take me off the case.
The second I would mention potentially sparing Artem, the undercover mission would be over.
Clearly, they were already doubting my allegiance.
And the option of stopping there seemed as impossible as the rest for me.
It may have been the safest thing to do, - the most logical action since I was clearly getting overwhelmed by the undercover assignment-, but I could not bring myself to give up on everything I had built so far.
Even if it was fake.
I could not renounce to more hours spent with Artem either.
Besides, giving up on the mission I had always dreamed of would have been a huge failure and I was unable to come to terms with that.
I was screwed.
And, finally, as a last resort, when the even crazier thought of running away with Artem popped in my head, - because I have to admit, it did -, this was even more of a dead-end.
It was impossible because the police would find me, because Artem could not vanish or his father (or his goons) would find him, and in any case, the second Artem would understand that I had been an undercover cop all along, he would hate me with all his guts.
Rightfully so.
I was a mole, a snitch, a piece of shit, a traitor.
There was no world where Artem and I could be dating for real. Ever.
No matter where I was looking in the future, it was dark and hopeless, consequently, I did the only thing that I reasonably could: I buried my head in the sand.
I kept on following Peter’s instructions, repeating myself that I was only getting closer to “the target” for the sake of the mission, and I compartmentalized everything.
Ignoring the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach was difficult, especially anytime I was by myself, but I powered through.
When I was with Artem, I forgot that I was undercover.
I let myself appreciate the moment, his bubble butt, his lips, even his dick. He did not fuck me but I enjoyed sucking him off.
And when I was reporting to the team, I was back at being a cop, only very slightly omitting details that I was not willing or ready to share.
Obviously, I disregarded my feelings in all the reports.
Amber must have had a sixth sense to understand that I was not doing all right because she insisted that we have a drink one afternoon before I went working at the Rainbow.
I was not feeling great but I reluctantly agreed to spend time with my (hot) neighbor instead of moping over my fate.
Amber was, as usual, a great source of comfort even though she had understood that I was not interested in having sex with her anymore.
It was also a relief, not having to tell her no.
The idea of proving to myself that I was still very much straight was far gone.
I suppose that, at the very least, I had evolved and grown up on that front.
“You should be happy, why are you making that face? You’re dating a hot rich guy. Imagine, this could get serious and lead to something even better!”
“It won’t.” I replied coldly.
“Why the hell not? Because you can’t accept committing to a guy?”
“I don’t commit to anyone, period.”
“That’s a dumb statement. You’re smarted than that, Ryan.”
“Besides, it’s not that. It’s just… Believe me, it couldn’t work on the long run.”
Amber was not satisfied with that answer.
“Who do you think you are? Romeo and Juliet?”
“Sort of.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Men… Ridiculous! All of them. Straight, gay or everything in between!”
I had to smile.
I glanced at the clock.
I had to leave pretty early because I was doing the opening of the bar at the Rainbow.
Since I had been dating Artem, I was more likely staffed on the early shifts or even to work behind the bar with Jake, so I could spend the following night with my “boyfriend”.
Another compromise Lamar had to agree on to satisfy the big boss.
We continued mindlessly talking with Amber while drinking some tea, - I really had changed to have tea instead of banging a sexy chick in her apartment! -, but something was bogging me.
For some reason, I was not as comfortable as before in her apartment.
“I should come to the Rainbow to see you perform one of those evenings.” She spoke.
“You should, there are some girls going along with their gay friends. They seem to have fun.”
“I bet they do!”
“I could also introduce you to the rest of the crew. Some of them would love you, I’m sure.”
Sharing is caring, right? Especially between good buddies.
“I don’t know, maybe I’m done with the strippers.”
I looked at the alarm clock again.
There was something off.
“Was I this bad in bed? Now you’re turned off by my kind?” I joked.
“Your kind… Strippers constitute an entire race, now?”
Yes, the damn clock was the thing hindering me.
I could not put my finger on the reason why but there was definitely something odd there.
My mind started racing.
I knew my guts were rarely ever wrong.
“I should really head to the club or Jake’s gonna kill me. And if not, Lamar will.”
“Okay, well, just now that I’m here if you need anything.”
“A hug?” I suggested.
She smiled largely.
“Let’s start with that.”
I held her in my arms warmly so I could stare at the alarm clock more easily.
And there, it hit me.
I had seen similar alarm-clocks before, actually, I owned one during the police academy, the model normally did not look like that.
It had been tempered with.
I was certain.
“You’re sure you’re okay, Ry?”
Could she feel my heart about to burst out of my chest or my palms getting sweaty?
“I am. Just… Can I use your restrooms real quick?”
“Of course, you know where they are.”
I had to think fast.
I walked there without a plan but as soon as I entered the bathroom, I saw a couple of pipes that could be easily disconnected and I pulled. Hard.
I was buzzing.
I stared at the water bursting out and flooding the tiles.
Had I turned truly insane?
Maybe.
It was the only idea I had to get Amber to leave her own apartment. I just needed a minute.
“Amber!” I yelled.
“What?”
“Did you know you had a leak under your sink? It’s pretty bad! There’s water everywhere already.”
She ran in.
“What the hell!?”
“It must have been leaking for a while!”
I knelt down and I pretended to search for the origin of the problem. I was in fact hiding my own misdemeanor.
“Fuck. I need to call a plumber, I… Damn it!”
“You know what you should do first? Check the board in the cave below the building to stop the water from coming in your apartment. There must be a switch to disactivate or a valve to turn off.”
“We can do that?”
“Yes, I think so. Otherwise, there might be leaks in the entire building.”
“Shit!”
“In the meantime, I’ll try to figure a solution.”
“Thanks, Ryan. I’m so bad at this stuff.”
“Just go, Amber. Let’s try to limit the damage.”
It was a very poor excuse but it worked. She ran out.
She kept the door of the apartment opened but I was quick. I had been trained for this.
I reconnected the pipes and I hurried in the living room.
I jumped on the alarm-clock and I pulled on the front part to check the device.
I felt absolutely crazy doing that.
I must have totally lost my mind!
My hands were steady though and my movements precise.
Frankly, I should have called Peter to get me out of this mission which was driving me mad.
Unless…
Unless I was not paranoid at all.
My heart fell in my chest.
There was a tiny voice recorder hidden in the machine.
I was right! Something was off!
And it was not any voice recorder, it was the exact one used by the Police Department for their missions.
The same I had in my own flat.
In a second, I understood I was being listened to, if not being watched.
I looked around, everywhere, the walls, the ceiling, the furniture. There was no sign of any familiar cavity where they would normally hide any camera in.
Heavily breathing but remaining calm, I put the clock back in place and I kept searching.
I had to collect myself before Amber would be back.
When I heard the elevator on the other side of the corridor five minutes later, I had not found anything else suspicious.
I ran back to the bathroom and went back down on my knees.
The alarm-clock looked exactly like it was before.
If I was not being filmed, nobody would know that I had ever touched it.
“I didn’t find anything.” Amber said, rushing back inside the restrooms. “I need to call the landlord asap and…”
I smiled at her.
I was full-on acting.
“Fixed it!”
“What?”
“It was just a disjuncture, easy to fix.”
“Really?”
“Yes, take a look. It’s no longer leaking. Most plumbers are scammers you know, most often, it really is that simple to fix the issue.”
I stood up.
She jumped inside my arms.
“Thank God for you Ryan! I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
I kept acting as normal as I could.
I was friendly, charming even.
But I was boiling inside.
They had been monitoring me down to my neighbor’s flat. They had set up bugs in Amber’s place!
They had overstepped the limits so badly.
I kept chatting with Amber as if nothing had happened when the larger realization came.
It was not that they had bugged her apartment…
Amber was simply not real.
She had never been!
I had met her right when I had moved. She was the definition of the perfect girl I would have fallen for.
The Police Department knew because during the early tests, I had to describe my type in rigorous details.
In fact, Amber had been perfect since day one, always making sure that she would stay in my good graces, she let me fuck her good, she was cheeky and funny, and those last weeks, she adapted, she had been listening to my qualms and feelings, or rather… She had been making me talk.
It was like being severely hit in the guts.
“Okay, well, no harm done. I really should go now.”
I controlled my voice to sound normal when I wanted to scream.
“Yes, thanks again, Ryan. Do you think it’s been leaking for a while?”
“Probably, if it happens again just call me, but it shouldn’t, it was just a matter of strengthening the connection.”
“Let me invite you to dinner one of these days to thank you.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I insist.”
I gave her another hypocrite smile. Honestly, I felt like puking.
“Fuck, I’m really going to be late now. See you later!”
“See you later, Mister Stripper.”
She grinned at me.
I could not let anything through.
I always knew that there would be safeguards in place to make sure I would not derail from the plans.
Hence, the cameras and microphones at my place, hence, the multiple checks from Peter, hence… Amber.
The direct sexy neighbor who had just conveniently moved in San Antonio as well, who was there at the exact right time, always.
How much of a fool was I?!
She was one of them!
Of course, she had been since the very beginning. A way to surveil me, to watch me come and go in and out the building. Just another camera in the form of a human being, in the form of a hot chick.
She could easily catch me if I were to disobey once. She was right there. I would not even have the time to leave the building.
I should have said that she was one of us though. Part of the P.D.
I was a spy, just like her.
We were made from the same mold.
What had Peter said exactly?
“We are all on the same team.”
Fucking Hell, I hated that, I hated them!
