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Omo what a twisted situation 😁😁


Coming from my own standpoint, I felt and knew that if someone is so eager to achieve a purpose ehn, the person might lose more than the purpose itself.


This kalu might lose is family due to this obsession 😳

Damilgodwin:
Omo what a twisted situation 😁😁


Coming from my own standpoint, I felt and knew that if someone is so eager to achieve a purpose ehn, the person might lose more than the purpose itself.


This kalu might lose is family due to this obsession 😳

Spoken like someone who have seen more from this life... Next episode is a banga. I'm telling you guys. Stay tuned

Oya Mr Darous bond….
Keep it flowing no time to waste time

EPISODE 28 – The Mask Man

The ride was very long.
Every bump on the road hit my body like the car had a personal beef with me. The smell of weed floated in from the driver’s side, mixed with body spray that had obviously lost its battle hours ago. Nobody said a word all through the journey. The silence was thick, heavy — the kind that tells you you’re not in control anymore.

After a while, one of them stretched his hand and snatched my phone. No words at all and no warning. He just took it like a father taking his child's toy from him.

Minutes turned to what felt like hours before the car finally slowed to a stop.

The back door opened.
A strong, rough hand grabbed my arm.
“Out,” a voice ordered — deep and commanding, like a man that doesn't like repeating himself.

I stepped out slowly, the hood still covering my head.
The air that hit my face was clean, cool and expensive. The kind of air that tells you this place is not for poor people.

I took a few steps and noticed the ground change — from gravel to smooth tiles. That was when someone yanked the hood off my head.

Light slammed into my eyes. I blinked hard, trying to adjust to my new environment.

When my vision cleared, I froze.

I was standing in a living room that looked like it was built by angels on salary.
The floor was white marble, so clean it could reflect your sins.
The chandelier above looked like something imported from heaven’s boutique.
The air carried a soft scent of sandalwood mixed with an expensive perfume I couldn’t name, but my soul knew it was costly.

On one side, giant glass windows stretched all the way to the POP ceiling, opening into a private garden where birds probably had visas to sing.
A grand black piano stood proudly in a corner beside a cream sofa that looked like it had never seen a poor person before.
And hanging on the walls was not framed calendar art or cheap prints — but real paintings. The kind you only see when billionaires want to brag quietly.

Then I saw it, right there in the middle of the thick rug, sitting lonely on a glass table was a silver mask.

“Darous.”

The voice came from behind. I turned fast.

It was Chuka.
Same face, same sly smile, same wicked calm that never let you read him.
He wore a dark blue polo, sleeves rolled, looking like a man that knew he had power and didn’t need to input any password before using it.

“Hope your journey was smooth?” he asked casually, walking towards me.
I just nodded, still scanning the room, still wondering if I was supposed to sit, run, or pray for my dear life.

“Follow me,” he said, and climbed the stairs.

I followed. The whole house smelled of quiet money. The kind of quiet that had rules attached to it.

At the top of the stairs, the corridor opened into another sitting room — this one is smaller but more personal.
And right there, sitting like a king in his own kingdom, was a man in a silver mask.

He was in his early sixties, maybe more. Neat grey hair on his head and chest. Skin dark and leathery, like it had survived too many suns.
He was bare-chested, wearing only white shorts, and in his hand — a thick joint of weed burning slow with arrogance.

He took a long drag, held it in for a moment, then released the smoke with the calmness of a man who owned both the house and the fear in it.

The air around him carried power. I mean not the loud type of power, but the quiet kind that doesn’t need to shout to command respect.

Two identical albino ladies stepped out of a room near the dining area — like mirrors given life. They were both naked. Their skin was soft gold under the light, the kind that glowed rather than shone. Same height, same face, same everything. The kind of beauty that made you forget the word flaw existed.

Even their walk matched. It was calm, slow and confident. Their eyes were bright, almost glassy, like two suns trapped in pale oceans. And when they smiled, it wasn’t just pretty, oh my, it was dangerous.

Their breasts jiggled softly as they moved toward the grey-haired man sitting like a king on the sofa, smoke curling around him like a crown. I watched, with thousand questions running through my mind, as the twins sat — one on his right, one on his left — like loyal ornaments.

Without a word, the man reached and cupped the breast of the one beside him, squeezing lazily as he exhaled another line of smoke into the air. The room didn’t even flinch — like this was routine, tradition even.

Chuka stopped in front of him and gave a respectful nod.
“This is Darous, sir,” he said, placing a heavy hand on my shoulder before bowing slightly.

The man’s face rose to me through the thin fog of smoke — calm, slow, and heavy like he already knew my name before it was said.

“Darous,” Chuka continued, “meet the boss. Just call him… Aristotle.”

Aristotle didn’t speak immediately. He just studied me, smoke rolling from his lips, one hand still resting lazily on the woman’s chest — like power that had no reason to be in a hurry.

Press mine too…” the other lady said, her voice soaked in fake jealousy. She grabbed his grey, veiny hand and placed it right on her own breast.

Aristotle turned his masked face slowly towards her, like a bored king humoring his subjects. Then he started pressing slowly. The lady moaned softly, biting her lip as if the world had suddenly gone quiet for her alone.

I just stood there, confused and uncomfortable, watching the scene play out like I’d mistakenly walked into a movie without buying ticket.

Then Aristotle stopped. He turned his masked face towards me. Through that silver mask, his voice came out calm but heavy.

“You see in this life,” he began, then placed both hands on the breasts of the two ladies. each hand on each of their breasts, “two things never hide. The truth, and a man’s desire. Touch a woman’s breast, and you’ll know how honest her breath can be.”

He leaned back and removed his hands from their breasts. He exhaled smoke. “Same way I can tell when someone is lying to me.”
He paused. His eyes—or whatever hid behind that mask—rested on me.

“What time did you get to the garage where my boys picked you up?”

“Eight a.m. sharp, boss…” I replied, trying to sound calm, though my stomach was already doing backflips.

Aristotle didn’t say a word. He just lifted one finger, like a small signal.

Before I could even blink, gbam! Chuka’s left boot connected with my side, sending me straight to the floor. I crashed hard, air rushing out of my lungs, but thankfully my head landed on the rug and not the marble.

Pain shot through my ribs like fire and the first thing that came to mind at that period was 'Darous, you don enter this one...'

I winced in pain and let out a low groan. From the floor, I watched as the albino lady sitting on his left pulled down his shorts and his surprisingly massive dick sprung out. He grabbed her neck quickly and lowered her face onto his dick. She opened her mouth and begin to suck on it with great enthusiasm. Using both hands and mouth with a grin while the other lady just smiled along.

Aristotle groaned and leaned back on the sofa, still looking straight at me through that creepy mask.

“Lying to me will cost you your life, boy. I’ve been in this game before your mama even knew what love was,” he said. His tone came out with no emotion. Just plain with a deadly confidence.

I tried to balance myself, stood up slowly and put my hands behind like I was in a police parade. My chest was still rising fast, but I didn't want to show how scared I am.

I know one thing for sure, If not for the fear of bullets, I’d have sorted Chuka out one on one. I trust my little fighting skills to that extent. But they have guns and guns don’t come with second chances. One wrongly calculated move and I might be lying dead on the floor. So I swallowed the hot anger boiling inside me and kept my hands where they could be seen.
Live to fight another day — that’s the plan, whether it hurts or not.

But on the other hand, I quickly sent a message to the god of thunder in my head. An urgent request for help.

But the reply I got nearly made me faint. The almighty god of thunder said I should step aside because I'm blocking his view as he was currently enjoying the Mouth Gig the lady was giving Aristotle.

Imagine that — my own father turned to a blue-film spectator when you need him most. Even gods these days have lost focus.



Remaining parts dropping later.

Drop comments and likes oooo

Mouth gig for the massive rod


Rod of king Aristotle 😁😁😁


Darous and kasala na 5&6 aje 😁

Mogbe ooooo🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

god of thunder ⚡ dey watch porn🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😔😔

The gods are enjoying the blues film and can’t think straight at that moment.
Indeed the gods are confused right now u have to use ur head darus

The gods sef like to get better view oooo

An amoral fella, this Aristotle. I can't wait for when he gets his comeuppance.

Baba TBM the true son of porn watching god of thunder ⚡🤣🤣🤣🤣how far nau, Manchester United don make me happy 🍺💯and liverlesspool don put cream on ma cake🍺e remain you to serve me breakfast 💯🔥eba and ogbono soup🤣🤣wetin dey sup nau,abi you dey wait till after el classico ni?🤔🤔abeg I nor wan hear story after over hyped barca collect wotowoto ooo😂😂😂😂 good morning,pls drop some updates nau🤗🤗🤗

While I was in a mandatory specialized training today, I had an upset in my stomach, I stood up to talk a walk then saw a colleague of mine on Nairaland. Instantly I approached him and asked was NL still in existing? He looked at me like "did it stopped working before"
I went back to my seat and picked up my tab, went straight to the website. Didn't even remembered my password, I had to reset it via my mail. After i successfully logged on, i clicked on "likes and share" guess what I saw first "Darousmart" post. Immediately memories of "COUNTLESS" & "THE DOG ATTENDANT" flooded me back. After like 4 years away we're both back
Can't wait to read this wonderful piece again...

Welcome back Darous

Femziecarlos:
[/quote]thank you boss. I appreciate. Nice[quote author=Femziecarlos post=137262477]While I was in a mandatory specialized training today, I had an upset in my stomach, I stood up to talk a walk then saw a colleague of mine on Nairaland. Instantly I approached him and asked was NL still in existing? He looked at me like "did it stopped working before"
I went back to my seat and picked up my tab, went straight to the website. Didn't even remembered my password, I had to reset it via my mail. After i successfully logged on, i clicked on "likes and share" guess what I saw first "Darousmart" post. Immediately memories of "COUNTLESS" & "THE DOG ATTENDANT" flooded me back. After like 4 years away we're both back
Can't wait to read this wonderful piece again...

Welcome back Darous

Thank you boss man. 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

dawno2008:
Baba TBM the true son of porn watching god of thunder ⚡🤣🤣🤣🤣how far nau, Manchester United don make me happy 🍺💯and liverlesspool don put cream on ma cake🍺e remain you to serve me breakfast 💯🔥eba and ogbono soup🤣🤣wetin dey sup nau,abi you dey wait till after el classico ni?🤔🤔abeg I nor wan hear story after over hyped barca collect wotowoto ooo😂😂😂😂 good morning,pls drop some updates nau🤗🤗🤗

😂😂😂😂😂 update don ready. Make we drop am today jare. This past weeks eh. He gets as he be.

Nairaland have started again o. I've posted the remaining parts but they have banned it again o.

What's your Facebook handle pls

Adigun Idowu is the Facebook handle

dawno2008:
Baba TBM the true son of porn watching god of thunder ⚡🤣🤣🤣🤣how far nau, Manchester United don make me happy 🍺💯and liverlesspool don put cream on ma cake🍺e remain you to serve me breakfast 💯🔥eba and ogbono soup🤣🤣wetin dey sup nau,abi you dey wait till after el classico ni?🤔🤔abeg I nor wan hear story after over hyped barca collect wotowoto ooo😂😂😂😂 good morning,pls drop some updates nau🤗🤗🤗

your mind don rest na... As dem wipe us

Damilgodwin:
Mouth gig for the massive rod


Rod of king Aristotle 😁😁😁


Darous and kasala na 5&6 aje 😁

ahswear my bro 😂😂😂

dawno2008:
Mogbe ooooo🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

god of thunder ⚡ dey watch porn🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😔😔

that man Useless

Abdulreheem:
The gods are enjoying the blues film and can’t think straight at that moment.
Indeed the gods are confused right now u have to use ur head darus

😂😂😂😂

ghettochild:
The gods sef like to get better view oooo

who no like better thing? 😂

Ohibenemma:
An amoral fella, this Aristotle. I can't wait for when he gets his comeuppance.

hmmmm. Deeep

Finally found a way around it. Censored most of the words. Thanks for waiting

Just free Nairaland bot, and this Darous guy no get delay gel🤔 but I can't place something,if Darous delayed his cuming,then Cynthia does abi?

dawno2008:
Just free Nairaland bot, and this Darous guy no get delay gel🤔 but I can't place something,if Darous delayed his cuming,then Cynthia does abi?

does what oooo😂😂😂😂

TheBlessedMAN:
does what oooo😂😂😂😂

Die nau🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Yeye dey smell... So The Cycle is led by a lunatic?

Ohibenemma:
Yeye dey smell... So The Cycle is led by a lunatic?

😂😂😂😂😂😂 the thing shock me oooo😂😂😂😂

dawno2008:
Die nau🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

we pray for long life and prosperity for our dear Cynthia 😂😂😂