Unholy Ambition: Hardesty Book 9

By Habu

A fallen Catholic angels prostitution operation has started up in Washington, D.C., without fitting into the protect-but-control, reality-based political order monitored by police Vice cop, Hardesty, victim to vice fetish himself but a good cop in fighting evil and keeping gay male sins of the flesh in control in the nation’s capital. The situation worsens when the rent-boys of fallen-angel stable of the new prostitution ring start to be offed in what appears to be religious ritual killings. Already disgruntled and at loose ends because his young, high-end male escort roommate and lover, Toby, is on an assignment in Europe from which Hardesty fears he will not return, the detective finds himself up to his neck in a nonstop race to prevent the next ritual killing and bring the Michael’s Haven prostitution operation under control.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BarbarianSpy
• Release date: Sep 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781925568868

Habu

Habu is one of the pen names of a former supersonic spy jet pilot, intelligence agent, male model, movie actor, and diplomat. A wild youth in South East Asia was spent enjoying whatever sexual opportunities came his way, and much of his gay male writing is about recalling incidents from those days and inventing ones he’d perhaps have liked to experience. He now leads a very quiet and ordinary life.Check out our blog and get free stories. Feedback and reviews are always appreciated.

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Unholy Ambition

Hardesty Vice Cop Book 9

Habu

Contents

Chapter One: Missed Opportunities

Chapter Two: Midday Orgy and into the Night

Chapter Three: Michael’s Haven

Chapter Four: Bishop John Gregory Wilton

Chapter Five: Peter Fontel

Chapter Six: All for Ambition

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Chapter One: Missed Opportunities

Brad was picked up at the commune he lived in on Gallatin Street by assignment. He was surprised who it was, as it didn’t have to happen as secretively as it was. He knew the man well. They could have done it right here in the commune. He was taken to a plush apartment, not far away, on Wisconsin Avenue—one of those brick, ornately architected medium-rise apartment buildings that had been constructed for the wealthy in Washington D.C.’s Northwest residential section in the 1930s. The area was still exclusive. The apartment itself, although small, was luxuriously appointed.

The john said he wanted it to be a religious experience for them both. A devout Catholic, studying for the priesthood but steeped, at the same time, in his fetishes for man sex, Brad was trembling in anticipation of what was set up for him. Sexual crucifixion play aroused him.

A large wooden cross was standing in the center of the small living room. Brad stripped on command, as did the man, and allowed himself to be bound, facing out, on the rough-wood cross, wrists bound by nylon cords to the cross bars, ankles tied together at the base, throat at the top piece. The man was in full erection. So was Brad as the man glided his hands all over the young man’s body, and, standing close beside him, cupped and distended Brad’s balls and tugged on his cock.

It was a religious experience. He was told this would be a Christ-like experience, and he gave in to it with religious fervor. He’d been drugged with a drink, which made him woozy but alive to every sensation. He’d agreed to this as well. He knew the man and had already been fucked by him, but not in religious ritual play, like this was.

He’d been told that mild, mostly symbolic scourging would be included to enhance sexual satiation, and he welcomed that. He wanted to suffer as Christ had or at least to have the illusion of doing so. He’d always thought that Christ was gay and received sexual satisfaction from his suffering.

Brad had been whipped before into sexual arousal, although always mildly as was promised this time. He’d scourged himself too, as monks of old did—with more fervor than any man had done for him. He’d always thought that the Christ way had homophilic undertones to it. It was part of what had enticed him to study for the priesthood. He knew that many priests indulged in it, and he had done so here in his studies with other priests. It was all part of being prepared for the priesthood to him. The man was a man of the church—a priest—a member of a sect Brad wished to ascend to—a secret, sexual-ritual cult within the established church.

He desired the priesthood. But he was weak. He wanted the sexual testing and fulfillment as well.

The man moved around him, putting tea candles out on the floor surrounding the cross—lots of them—and lighting them. The lights of the apartment were out. The flickering atmosphere weighed heavy with lust and anticipation. The man came in close, kissing and fondling Brad as he hung on the cross. Brad was honored that a man of such distinction was, as he said, starting the initiation of Brad into the secret Catholic cult.

The man took photos of Brad hanging on the cross.

The man was in erection, rubbing that against Brad’s body, Brad moaning and panting for the man. The young man jerked and moaned as the man reached between his thighs and started to force the lubricated butt plug up into the young man’s anus, stretching him, preparing him. Brad wasn’t a virgin. He had been lying with priests at the university, which had led to renting his body out, for a few months now. He had living and school expenses. He gave it to the priests, but they led him to making money from it.

He accommodated the thick butt club, slowly opening up for that—and for more, as demanded. A ball gag prevented Brad from further voicing a response that might reach beyond the walls of the small apartment.

The man picked up a hand whip, and Brad panted and groaned at the testing, writhing as he could on the cross as the strands of the whip snapped on his chest, thighs, and groin, again and again. The scourging went beyond what he was promised, but the drug he’d been given took most of the pain away. The young man was in religious ecstasy. This must have been what it was like for the martyrs, he thought as he was being scourged. He writhed away from the lashes, as possible, without success, as they stung his flesh again and again.

The man took more photos of Brad collapsed and hanging down within his bonds after having been scourged.

The man released the young, blond angel’s ankles, hooked them on his shoulders, removed the stretching butt plug, put himself in position, thrust up, and penetrated and fucked the young man hanging from the cross. Brad responded in ecstasy, giving himself to the man, rocking against him, taking the shaft deep inside him, causing his muscles walls to undulate over the invading cock, making love to it. Brad came first with a long sigh behind his gag. When the man come in the bulb of his condom, he withdrew and replaced the butt plug.

He moved behind the cross, his hands coming around and gliding over the young angel’s red-welted body, lovingly, fondling him, as he regained an erection. Moving in between the cross and Brad’s sagging body, the man mounted