Bob Became Risky (I)
By Odeomena A. Chinonso
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BOB BECAME RISKY
Bob swiped off the bead of sweats that made stance on his fore head with his short sleeved arsenal jersey.
Mr Collins reached over again for a kiss, this time, he pressed his arms towards Bob’s hands, in a way to stop him from shading him again.
Bob protested, and nervously punched his shoulders
“Common Bob, you’re a very handsome guy, I just want to make you feel loved, I want to show you how a man can make his fellow man feel loved without fear”
Bob breathed heavily as he pushed himself uncooperatively away from Mr Collins feet view.
“Si…r..r..r..r, I can’t do this sir, its a sacrilege”
Bob stuttered as he manages to rise against Mr Collins.
Mr Collins eyes widened as he became gripped with anger.
“Really? You mean you will, decline me?”
“I don’t mean so sir”
Bob gazed away as he replied in fear.
Mr Collins shoveled down towards Bob, grabbed him and ripped him off his shirts, he was 15 years older than Collins, if not for the grey hair against Bobs currant shinning black hair, at least Mr Collins muscles were heavier than Bob’s chubby flesh.
He slurped him around, dragged his arsenal nicker he used in place of boxers down, removed his penis and forced his way into Bob’s anus.
His hands slipped down off Bob’s shoulder to his upper arm. He squeezed it, his forearm was so close to his eyes he could almost touch his retina. Bob did everything manly possible to free himself off his grip but his muscle-less arm failed him.
He was mesmerized by excruciating pains, he became helpless he hustled for anything he could use to defend himself.
There was an Egyptian mahogany that erected beside his stool on the left side of the couch, it was easy for him to pick it as he was left handed, he controlled his strength towards his anger and flipped the scepter over him, and it landed on Mr Collins head.
It was deadly accurate, it knocked him off to the point of his last breathe.
Mr Collins was very wealthy man, a pedophile that, took advantage of every young boy that worked for him as secretary his grocery, people wondered why he often chose boys below 16 to work for him, other commended his magnanimity towards making young lads fruitful.
Bob had already gotten himself into the hanky-panky. His poverty stricken family could not give him a better life so he decided join the leagues of young lads to work for Mr Collins.
Few days after the eventful day, the police were already at Bob’s place. One spoke up first, tossing his faded ID card, and identified himself as inspector kunle Ajibade of Area M command, and that Bob was to be arrested as a suspect for the death of Mr Collins Adimogu.
“Did they caught him on the act, why should he be arrested”
His mom cried out, in a tone that showed she was learned.
The officers kept deaf ear and took him away…..
To be continued………..
© ODOEMENA A. CHINONSO