The Red Sky Mafia

The Red Sky Mafia; a criminal organization that has been active for more than a century. It was founded by New York native, Gregory Malistine, in January of 1915. The long history of criminal activities of the Malistine family has been limited to drug dealing, robbery, extortion, black market dealings, and... the occasional darker activities that involves suppressing competition, enabled them to secretly amass endless wealth and power. This also includes their so-called legal business of running a popular real estate firm as well as luxury hospitality through the hotel industry to further finance their Empire. Their base of operations, illegal or otherwise, is Malistine Island; a private tropical island 100 miles from the Bahamas. The Red Sky Mafia had influences around the globe; through other crime organizations, corporate gurus, and global politicians. They were a force that was not to be trifled with, even by the standards of other (dare not to say rival) factions of organized crime. In addition to this, the Malistines only except the best into the private dealings of their organization. They did not care who you are. Whether you are of a different gender, race, or sexual orientation, they expect best, and those who live up to their expectations are treated with the best. And, of course, loyalty was the utmost importance. That said, many can climb the ranks of the Red Sky Mafia and their dealings. A Malistine, however, will always be the highest ranking member of The Red Sky.

The Guardian Angel

The focus is Damien Turner: an African American resident of New York City, New York, where he was born and raised. He had just turned 19, and is currently a student at Columbia University, studying architecture. He also has a paid internship with popular architectural development firms. Aside from being very intelligent, he is a well-mannered individual. He is also very attractive. Being at 5'8 in height, he keeps himself in fantastic shape by going to the gym as often as possible and playing sports. He is also very handsome with a bright white smile that can win most people over. As he has spent nearly a year settling into college life, getting his overall life back on track has not been easy, but he had help...

July 12th of the previous year; the worst day ever for Damien. While most teenagers who reach early adulthood by turning 18 celebrate with family and friends, Damien had to celebrate such an occasion behind a jail cell. He was accused of armed robbery six months prior to his sentencing and was tried as an adult. The only evidence against him was a surveillance video at the bank where the robbery had taken place. The perpetrator had Damien's resemblance. He had truly been at home with his family when this robbery took place and his parents desperately tried to vouch for this, but due to the failure of establishing Damien's alibi and with the jury going by the circumstantial evidence, Damien was found guilty and sentenced to six years in prison. There seemed to have been some hope to have his conviction dropped, as efforts were made to get him out of jail by providing proof of his innocence. In the mean time, however, Damien was incarcerated at a Correctional Facility in the Bronx.

The first day of the prison sentence took place on July 13th. Damien was provided with the usual blankets and necessities for his bed and cell. Furthermore, he had to share his cell with an overweight and much older Caucasian male named Bob, who was definitely not worth having around. Bob smelled absolutely terrible, and during the first night sleeping at their cell, the man could certainly snore, denying Damien at least a good night's sleep. The following day, during lunch, he could hear the chants of “fresh meat!” from across the cafeteria, all too aware that they were referring to him. The food was disgusting, but that's customary to prison life. Damien tried to keep to himself, not wanting to be bothered by anyone, and it seemed to have been working, but it would not last long. On the day that followed, Damien made a call to Luis, who was his best friend in high school and later became his boyfriend. At first, Damien was excited to speak to him, only to learn from Luis that he has decided to move on with his life and wished Damien all the best, thus breaking up their relationship. Being falsely incarcerated and losing one of the most important people in his life was overwhelming for Damien. It was devastating. 

Damien's early stage of prison life was about to take an unexpected turn. Five days after his break up with Luis, Damien participated in some extracurricular activities via recess, and he saw some gym equipment that was free. Wanting some form of escapism from all the problems in recent months, he decided to take advantage and work out for the remainder of the recess period. He quickly had to stop as he was confronted by a group of three men: John and Tim, who were also African American, and Joseph who was a Latin American. All three were older, bigger men. Damien was surrounded and Tim struck him on the back of his head with a firm slap.

“This is mine, fool” says Tim.

Damien attempted to distance himself and tried to use one of the weight lifts to continue his workout, only to have the same men approach him again and make more claims that he was still using their equipment. As Damien had enough, he tried to leave the recess area to return back to his cell, only to be denied passage by one of the prison guards who insisted that he remains outside until recess is over. Damien decided to sit next to the fences until it was time to get back inside. He had some measure of peace for about a few minutes, until he was once again confronted by the same group of men. Once again, Damien attempted to walk away, only to have his path blocked by Joseph.

“The fuck you going?” asks Tim.

Damien did not respond. Instead, he attempted to walk past Joseph who was blocking his “escape”. What followed was a slap to the face by John, who was bigger of the three.

“Answer the goddamn, question boy!” John shouts.

Damien was quickly driven to tears as the men laughed.

“Aww,” says Joseph “I think you heart his feelings.”

Damien had to shield his face with both of his arms as the men began to assault him further. They were interrupted, however, by the sound of someone clearing their throat. The three men halted their assault. Damien relinquished his defensive position to see what was happening, and to his surprise, all three men had a look of fear on their faces. Before them was a tall young man with arm tattoos, smoking a cigarette. He looked at all three of Damien's assailants and told them to “get lost”. Astonishingly, all three men complied and left without saying a word.

Damien would have a better look at the man who saved him from a beating. He was 6'7, muscular, and Caucasian. He was sporting a goatee, buzz-cut hair, and perhaps the most interesting feature about him was his eyes; the man had crystal blue eyes. Though he looked young, he did not seem as young as Damien in his appearance, but certainly younger than the three men who had just attacked him. The mysterious savior would take a few more puffs from his cigarette before putting out. He would proceed to approach Damien.

“You alright?” the mysterious man asks.

“Y-yeah” Damien responds shaking from his experience “Thank you.”

“What's your name?” asks the mysterious man.

“I'm Damien.”

“Nice to meet you, Damien. Name's Mark. At times, I'm called Angel.”

Given his facial features, Mark certainly had the face of an Angel. He was very handsome, which was exactly what was going through Damien's mind. Angel offered to workout with Damien for the rest of recess which would not end for another twenty minutes. During this time, the two got acquainted.

“So what are you in for?” asks Angel.

“Armed robbery” Damien responds “Which is something I did not do.”

“So, you're here for something that someone else did?” asks Angel.

“Yes” Damien responds “my attorney and a private investigator are working to find evidence that I was not responsible.”

“Sucks man” says Angel “I'm here for assault. Got a one month's sentence at first. I was suppose to be out of here by now, but, the assholes in here wanted to try and make me their bitch. Worst mistake of their life.”

“Like those three guys from earlier...” Damien responds.

“They were just witnesses ” Angel responds “They saw what I did to their buddies; broke their faces, and twisted their arms, which would have avoided if they would have just left me alone. Peace and quiet is not too much to ask for. Despite the fact it was self defense, the courts decided to extend my time further here.”

“I'm sorry” says Damien.

“Thanks” says Angel “Thing is, my family could have bailed me out, but I know for a fact they want me to stay here as punishment for... well let's just say it's family drama.”

“I hope things get better for you” says Damien.

“It will” Angel responds “Which cell are you in?”

“Cell number 14.” says Damien.

“Oh, no!” Angel reacts “In with gold old Bob, eh?”

“Yeah, um, he's quite the stinker” says Damien.

The two talked a bit longer. During their conversation, Angel revealed himself to be 24 years of age. Damien wanted to know more about his family, but Angel insisted they got to know each other better before he gets to more personal details. Damien, of course, respected this as he was immensely grateful for his help with the three men earlier. The following evening, when it was time for all inmates to return to their cells, Damien was engaged in some quite reading. He had to face more disgusting moments from his cellmate, Bob, who was clipping his toenails; very gross-looking toenails. Suddenly, one of the prison guards opened his cell.

“Mr. Turner” says the guard “you've been moved to another cell. Get your belongings and follow me.”

Complying with the guard's orders, Damien gathered his personals and headed to the upper levels of the prison cell area. He was relocated to cell number 30, which is located in the corner of the cell area, which is considered the more isolated cell from the others. As he went inside, he was surprised to see who his new roommate was. It was Angel. Angel sat back on his bed and greeted Damien with a smile.

“Come on in, buddy” says Angel.

“Well,” says Damien, “this is quite a coincidence.”

“Not a coincidence at all” says Angel “I arranged this.”

“Wow” says Damien “how did you..”

“Got my secrets, man” Angel responds.

Damien settled in his new cell with Angel and the two would continue to get to know each other. Damien reluctantly made Angel aware that he's gay, only for Angel to be instantly cool with it. They chatted some more until they decided they both needed some sleep. It was time to shower the following morning and Damien, loving his shower time despite his situation, was bathing thoroughly. He noticed the awkward stares from another inmate, who would then directly approached Damien. Damien became deeply nervous. Thankfully, the man was cut off, by the arrival of Angel who stood between the approaching inmate and Damien. The man quickly backed off and left. Angel smiled at Damien and gave him a wink, with Damien smiling back. As Angel started to wash his face, Damien took the opportunity to check out a completely naked Angel; he had an amazing body, with huge tatted biceps, bulky legs, and Damien could see the side-cheek of Angel's huge ass. What really impressed him the most was Angels floppy soft dick. Not even erect, and it looked perfect. This was the feature that Damien stared at the longest as Angel continued to wash his face. Damien quickly noticed he got an erection from examining Angel's body. Not wanting anyone, especially Angel, to see his boner, Damien got a towel and covered himself as he left the shower area.

Nearly a month has passed since the day of Damien's prison sentence. New York was experiencing a strong heatwave. It was especially noticeable during recess. The prison warden and guards did give inmates the option to be indoors as the facility had some functioning air-conditioning, but it hardly did anything at all when it came for the inmate's cell block as they were almost blistering hot. Meanwhile, Damien and Angel's friendship was in full bloom. Damien was no longer the frightened guy he was on the first day of incarceration. Angel protected him. What's more, is that Damien developed strong feelings for his friend. He fantasized everyday about having an intimate encounter with Angel, but it was pretty much all it was for a time: a fantasy.

Friday night, August 8th. The aftermath of the hot summer weather and heatwave had brought about heavy rains, bringing temperatures down to cool comfortable levels. Damien was allowed to use the showers, which was perfect timing, as all the other inmates were in the cell block area. During showering, after making sure the coast was clear, he started to jerk off with one hand and finger himself with the other. He had not jerked off for months, given everything that has been happening, and this was his opportunity. What Damien did not know, however, was that his masturbation session was stumbled upon by Angel. Angel's face had lit up as he saw what Damien was doing. Angel looked on when Damien gave off gasps and moans as he came after just a few minutes of jerking. Damien washed himself off further and as he prepared to leave the shower. Angel, pretending he had just arrived in the prison showers, decided to give off sounds of whistling in the “background” as he stepped into the showers.

“Well, hello” says Damien.

“Hey there” Angel responds “taking advantage of the night shower access as well eh?”

“Yeah” says Damien “I'm gonna head back to the cell. Shower's all yours.”

“Alright,” says Angel “see you soon.”

Damien returned to his cell with the intent on engaging in some more reading, but the sounds of rain was like a lullaby, singing him to sleep. It reminded him of the days he spent at home in his room at night with the sound of rain tapping at his window as he slept with the cool breeze creeping in. Damien removed all of his clothes and positioned himself stomach first on the bed, laying next to the window in order to experience that nostalgia once again, and it was working. He could only hope that Angel did not mind him sleeping naked this time. It only took him a few minutes to drift into a deep sleep.

Minutes later, Angel returned from his shower with his cell locked behind him by the prison guard. He immediately took notice of Damien sleeping naked with the cell window opened as it continued to rain. Smiling at what he sees, Angel decided to strip naked as well. He took a moment to examine his “sleeping beauty” before he turned his attention to the petroleum jelly that was laying on his table. He decided to slather some on his left finger and kneel next to Damien as the latter continued to sleep. Focusing on Damien's smooth bubble-butt, Angel stuck his jelly coated finger up Damien's ass. Damien immediately woke up to this feeling, and gave off moans as Angel continued to finger him.

“Wakey, Wakey, Baby.” says Angel.

Angel proceeded to lean forward to kiss Damien passionately as he continued to finger his whole. Angel then turned his focus on Damien's ass, wetting his lips with his tongue as Damien continued to moan in pleasure. Angel would have Damien position himself on his back as he climbed on top of him, and the two resumed kissing. Damien expressed that he wanted to suck off Angel, in which the latter was more than happy to comply. Angel stood back up on his feet as Damien sat on the edge of his bed to give Angel oral. Angel proved without a shadow of a doubt he was a gifted young man. His dick grew over nine inches. With the repeated sounds of “oh yeah” from Angel, Damien was living out his month-long fantasy. And it was just beginning. Damien worked his way to Angel's ball sack, giving it some good licks. He then slid off the edge of the bed and made his way to Angel's anus, as the latter split his legs apart a little further as he knew Damien was going to rim him. Angel's moan's was music to Damien's ears, and the perfect motivator for his own cock as he grew to seven and half inches. The rimming lasted a good four minutes, and it was driving Angel over the edge. Leaks of pre-cum from Angel's cock became apparent as the result of Damien's rim job.

Then it was time for the next step. It was time to fuck. Angel lubed up his dick with petroleum jelly and Damien would follow by lubing his hole with the same product, and positioned himself stomach first once again. Angel had very slowly penetrated Damien's anus with his monster-of-a-penis as he did not want to hurt him, as well as making sure that the latter can adjust. Damien took long deep breaths, but at the same time, he also had a big smile on his face. Angel leaned down to rest against Damien's back as he started to slowly thrust in and out. Minutes in, both guys moaned as Angel continued to pound Damien from behind. They switched up as Damien decided to ride Angel in a cowgirl position. At this point, Damien was handling Angel's dick like a champ. He carefully bounced up and down on Angel's hard dick as the latter stroked Damien's own fully erect dick . This position would not last as long as the first because Angel could not hold back anymore. He let out heavier moans and groans and he came. Damien maintained his position as he squeezed out as much semen as he could out of Angel. Angel looked at Damien with his baby blues puppy-dog eyes and he pulled the latter closer to him for another kiss. The experience lasted for nearly half an hour and both guys were spent. The cell beds were not very large for two people, so Damien laid on top of Angel so the two could cuddle.

“You sir, are the best” says Angel

“And you, are off-the-charts amazing ” Damien responds.

After the two had kissed one more time, they fell asleep in each other's arms as it still continued to rain outside. The following morning came and it was only 5am in the morning when the prison warden, Kyle Andrews, accompanied by a prison guard opened their cell door, awakening the two.

“Whoa!” says Warden Andrews “sorry to interrupt.”

“It's not even seven o' clock yet” says Angel “what the hell do you want?”

“Mr. Turner” says Warden Andrews “looks like you're free to go.”

“What?!” Damien reacts shockingly.

“You're free to go” Ward Andrew responds “they got em', son. They caught him. I'll leave you two alone to say your goodbyes.”

Damien and Angel laughed and shouted in excitement as they hugged and kissed. Damien cried tears of joy as he realized it was finally over. But his joy quickly turned to sadness and he looked at Angel as it was easy for him to realize that he may never see him again.

“Oh, come on” says Angel “don't look at me that way. You're going home, and I have about two months to go. Two months comes and goes like that.”

“Will I ever see you again?” Damien asks.

“I can't really guarantee that” says Angel.

“What I know is this” says Damien “you're definitely an angel. Word's alone cannot begin to express how grateful I am that you got me through this. I'm gonna miss you.”

“And I” says Angel “am gonna miss you. I do want you to make me a promise, though; you go to school as you've planned, excel at everything, and be the best.”

“You have my word” says Damien.

The two kissed and hugged one last time before Damien prepared to gather his belongings and proceeded to meet the warden in the main hall. As he made his exit out of the cell block area, he looked back and saw Angel one more time. Angel gave a kiss and wave goodbye and Damien did the same. Damien, accompanied by Warden Andrews, signed some paper work and the Warden personally escorted Andrews to the exit. Damien shook hands with the Warden, thanking him. He was then gleefully greeted outside by his parents, siblings and cousins embracing their loved one as he was free after a month of imprisonment. After Damien arrived home, he was met by his attorney, Rachel Allister, and she went over with Damien the details of the armed robbery case and his acquittal. The true perpetrator in the robbery had a strong resemblance to Damien. It was freaky. Also, thanks to the work from the Private Investigator hired by Damien's parents, there was proof that Damien had nothing to do with the crime as his alibi was shown through footage taken of him through a street cam video, which shows Damien and his father grabbing pizza during the time of the crime. Whatever criminal record Damien had as a result of his incarceration was completely expunged. Even the District Attorney personally apologized to Damien for his ordeal. It was truly over.

Before the crime drama unfolded, Damien was accepted into Columbia University and he was to begin his studies in architecture. The Dean at Columbia University and the faculty members learned of the plight Damien suffered, and was more than happy to re-admit him back into the school. Four months after his release from prison, Damien was due to start school in about a week. One evening, he had dinner with his family to celebrate, when the doorbell rang. Damien opened the door and was greeted by an Italian-looking gentleman in a sophisticated suit.

“Good Evening” said the visitor “I'm looking for Mr. Damien Turner.”

“That's me” Damien responds “How can I help you?”

“Hello, sir” says the visitor as he hands Damien a large envelope. “I was told to give you this. Apologies for any interruptions and I hope you have a wonderful evening.”

“Thank you” Damien responds as he began to look baffled.

“What is it?” asks Damien's mother.

Damien opened the letter. Inside, and to his absolute shock, there was a check.... for five million dollars! His family was also in shock. At first, they believed it could be a fraud, but Damien read the letter that came with the apparent check. He took the letter read as follows:

“Dear, Damien. I trust that this letter and this check finds you well. This is Marcus Malistine, aka Angel. There you go. That's the secret I kept to myself. My family owns the famed Malistine Group; one of the most recognized businesses in the world. My uncle, Michael Malistine, is head of the organization. I'm free from prison now, and I'm back in the fold – helping the family business with it's growth. As I said, I could have been bailed out of jail months before I met you, but my parents insisted I stayed in jail to keep me out of trouble. They can be tough on me, but when it comes to family, at the end of the day, they are just that: my family. And I don't expect anything less from them. I'm glad I was kept in a while longer, otherwise, I would never have met you. You have been one of the most kindest, funniest, and dare I say sexiest people I've ever met. And I'm glad I could stay longer so that I could protect you from those other assholes in prison. Even though our time together was short, I'll always remember it, especially when I'm butt ass naked in my bed thinking about that night. With the blessings of not just me, but also the blessings of my parents, take this check. It'll help you along the way. Even though it's a gift, it's also a tool to help you with what you had promised me - Being the best.

Very Yours Truly,

Marcus Angel Malistine

P.S.

This check is very much real. Take it to a bank consultant. They'll confirm it.”

Damien was speechless. After reading the letter, he told his parents as much details as he could about Angel, excluding their intimate encounters. They were stunned. They believed it to be a blessing and wanted Damien to invest his new wealth on his education, which was the idea from Angel and the Malistine's.

Damien returned back to his room and went on the Malistine Group company website, which contains the sit's banner containing a picture of the Malistine family themselves. Damien looked closely, and instantly saw him. It was Angel. He was who he said he was. He was from one of the most wealthiest and successful families in the world. Damien was lost in thought that night. In just a matter of months was the transition from nightmare to dreams. Getting over the shock of this dramatic development, Damien, now brimming with confidence, became determined to fulfill his promise “to be the best”. One year later, at age 19, he's doing extremely well; 4.0 grade point average in on of the most prestigious colleges in America, getting paid internships, recognized around the country through the media for his work, and becoming a role model.

From being so low to reach so high, Damien's success in life became assured and it was all thanks to his guardian Angel and his family. But Damien, like so many others, may never know the dark secrets that came with the endless resources that provided him the means to stay on his successful journey in life. Hey may never know his protection and finances were provided by the Red Sky Mafia.

To be Continued...