Date: Sat, 09 Nov 2002 17:56:21 +0100
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: "The Boss' Toy" 6/8

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THE BOSS' TOY
by Andrej Koymasky
(C) 1989 - 2002
written May 19th 1989
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by
my friend Frank, in Miami

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE BOSS' TOY" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes
of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so
on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But
if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you
really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

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CHAPTER 6

For Silvio and Vito a harrowing period began, relieved only by rare oases
of happiness.

Silvio's sexual services to the boss were now heavier than ever. Before, in
one way or the other, he managed to undergo the man's yen with some
detachment and an almost mechanical efficiency, so that he could stimulate
the man's enjoyment without having to prolong the acts very much. Now,
instead, he was feeling all the burden and humiliation of his life. Only
with great effort did he manage their sexual situations so that the boss
did not feel that something had changed. Luckily, the man's callous
indifference about the boy's feelings helped. Memories of the beautiful
mornings he spent with Vito at his father's home, revived by sporadic
encounters in the gym's sauna, were the only things that allowed him to go
forward. His awareness of Vito's love - even though the two pretended
indifference in the presence of others - was what gave Silvio the strength
he needed.

Vito's situation was similar. Only his fear of risking harm to Silvio or
his family forced him to bear that horrible situation. More and more he
hated don Antony. Just thinking that the man used his boy for nothing more
than a sexual device bought in a porno-shop made him feel terribly bad.
Vito was wracking his brain to find a solution. That he didn't succeed made
him feel powerless, useless and ever more wrathful. He began to feel that
what don Antony made his Silvio undergo was being done, in effect, to
himself.

Once he asked Silvio, "If I could put together two hundred, three hundred
thousand dollars and would give the sum to your father, then couldn't he
pay back don Antony all that he owes, and your arrangement would be
over?..."

"Oh you think so? First of all, how could my father accept such a sum? From
whom? From me? And how could I justify it? From you? Such a gift? Why? A
loan? My father has always believed that you can't pay off one loan with
another loan. And don Antony... One day he told me, 'Your father will never
be able to putta together alla de money to give-a me back, never. Derefore
you belonga to me forever ana nobody cana take you away froma me. You are-a
mine, you willa be mine forever'. I told him, 'I'll became old, you will
get tired of me', 'No,' he said, 'when I'll be eighty, you'll just be
forty-five. You will still have a gooda body to fuck. Who gives a shit
about your father's debt, at this point! I own you. I want you. You have-a
the best ass and mouth in the world, picciotto! And you belong to me...'
Therefore, my Vito, do you see..."

During one of his periodic visits to his father's home, Vito confided
everything to Felice and Peter, the only friends he could trust. The two
friends, alas, could offer him nothing more than understanding and
sympathy. The only solution that Vito could imagine would be to get don
Antony killed, but how could he do that without risking don Carmine's wrath
at the very least or, worse, without starting a terrible war between the
two families? He dared not even to think about that!

Vito, continuing to report to his father, tried always to show don Antony
Russo under the most unfavorable light, but all he got from don Carmine was
the consideration that, yes, Russo was a disagreeable person, a bastard in
fact, but that he was efficient and trustworthy. Therefore, he had to
remain in his place.

From time to time Sivio and Vito managed to meet alone in the penthouse
gym, when they would withdraw to the small sauna and make love. On those
occasions, Vito provided Silvio with all the tenderness and love that he
knew the boy needed. But those were fleeting moments, rare and precious for
both. Sometimes, they could do nothing because a third person was present.
When the third person was Robert or Chris, they could unite in love freely
since both friends shared the same contempt for the boss and were happy if
Silvio cheated on him with Vito.

The two lovers continued in secret this way, except for long breaks when
don Antony traveled taking his toy-boy with him. At times, Vito felt as
though he were going crazy, but so strong was his character that he managed
to control himself and to overcome even the darkest moments. And each time
he succeeded in reuniting with his beloved Silvio, Vito felt regenerated.

Once it happened that Vito was in the gym for about ten minutes when Silvio
arrived.

"I was hoping to find you here. I have about an hour. Will you come, love?"
the boy asked, rapidly undressing and slipping inside the sauna.

Vito followed, ridding himself of his training clothes and reaching for a
towel. At once, the two were in each other's arms, kissing.

Useless towels discarded, each dedicated himself to his partner with the
accumulated passion of all the days they'd remained apart. Their bodies
sought each other hungrily, thirstily. They united in a sixty-nine of such
passion that both came almost at once. The briefest lull was all they
needed to continue - more calmly, with more tenderness, each offering
himself to the other. Fresh in their virility and their manly, yet gentle
beauty, they loved reciprocally. Vito was sweetly penetrating Silvio,
massaging his inner parts with that long, shivering rod which the boy
relished against his prostate, when they heard the noise of the gym's door
opening. In near panic, they parted, grabbed the nearby towels and sat in
front of one another on two benches, trying to hide their erections. They
had just sat down as a face peeped fleetingly through the small window of
the sauna's door. It was Stan. After a short while, the unwelcome boy
entered, wearing his towel, greeted them and went to sit near Vito. Silvio
allowed a couple of minutes to pass before standing up, saying good-bye and
leaving. Stan stood, to look through the small window. Turning towards
Vito, he let his towel slip to the floor and showed him his erection.

"He's gone. Take me, Vito. Fuck my ass. Come on! It's been ages since the
last time," he said going near Vito and opening his towel. "You're already
hard... push it all inside my hole!"

"No, stop it. I don't feel like, today. Leave me alone."

"Why? I know you were having your fun with the boss's toy. So, do it with
me. Come on!"

"Don't talk bullshit! Nobody dares to touch don Antony's boy! And anyway...
we are not fags, are we? We both prefer girls, we have to stop doing those
things."

"Let's cut this bullshit. You're a fag, and I'm a fag. I like this
beautiful cock you have and the way you are able to fuck my ass. Do you
know what I want? I want to suck that thing for a while, then I want you to
screw it all inside my asshole! I want you to fuck me until you fuck out my
soul." Suddenly, he asked, "Was he giving you head, when I interrupted
you?"

"Stop it! We were doing nothing at all. I like girls, and you know it."

"Yeah, but you used to like putting it inside my ass, didn't you? And you
taught me to give head. Anyway, how come you both had a hard-on? If you
fuck the boss's little whore, I don't give a shit. But you have to fuck me
also."

"Listen, Stan, if you are a fag, it is just your business, but I am not
one. That's right, we had our fun, you and I, because I didn't have a girl
available back then. But now I have one, so it's over between us. Now that
I have my woman, a real bombshell, I don't give a shit about a boy."

"Vito, I need cock!"

"Then look for somebody else. It shouldn't be difficult, with that nice ass
you have!" Vito said sharply and left the sauna.

Stan was furious. He wanted Vito, he wanted to bend him to his will. Just
because he was don Carmine's son, the bastard thought he could do as he
pleased, but he was wrong, really wrong! Stan fumed, "I'll show him." He
wanted revenge. An idea suddenly occurred to the outraged boy. He dressed
and went to the hall to wait for his father to come out of don Antony's
studio.

"So you're already here, Stan? I'll go just a moment downstairs, then we
can go. Just thirty more minutes, all right?"

"Sure dad, there's no hurry."

As soon as Joe Greco went away, Stan knocked at don Antony's door.

"Come-a in!"

"I'm sorry, don Antony, I don't know if this is a good time..."

"Ah, that's you, Stan. What's up?"

"I have a request to ask you..."

"Tell me, picciotto."

"It's a private matter..." he said, turning with his head towards Silvio
who was sitting in a corner of the studio.

"OK... Silvio, out." The man said.

"Well, don Antony, nine is not really a request. You know that we Grecos
always have been faithful and devoted..."

"That'sa true. So what?"

"Well, I know you care about the picciotto who just went out... you have
always him at your side..."

"Silvio? Yes, I care... he is like-a my son," the man said with an ironic
smile.

"Exactly. Thats's why I feel it's my duty to warn you... to tell you...
Even if it is not easy..."

"Well? What's up?"

"Well, I was in the gym, and Silvio was in the sauna with Vito Musante, and
Mr. Musante... how can say I say it... was taking advantage of your
Silvio."

"What! What are you saying? Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir... I saw them with these eyes. Vito Musante once tried it with
me... He's a goddam faggot from head to toe."

"And he was taking Silvio?"

"Yes, he was using the boy like a girl, if you see what..."

"Oh? You dida da right ting to warn me. You're a good picciotto. I'll
remember you. Get Silvio ina here right now. And don't you tell anybody
about dis, understand? Do I make-a myself clear?"

"Yes sir, don Antony. I'll keep it to myself."

When Silvio re-entered the studio, don Antony said nothing. He simply stood
up, closed the door and locked it. Silvio understood, lowered his trousers
and underpants and took his position. Don Antony fucked him with vigor,
almost with violence, as if to reaffirm his ownership.

When he was sated, don Antony said, "Look, if Joe isa still here. If he
didn't leave, tell him I need him."

"Immediately, don Antony." Silvio answered, then adjusted his clothes and
went out.

When Joe was in the boss's studio, the man said him, "Vito Musante has to
disappear. It's gotta look like an accident, so you gotta organize
everything to perfection."

"Vito Musante? Forgive me, don Antony, but... He is a Musante, and his
family..."

"Even if he wasa God da Father ina person, he'sa gotta disappear! You hear
me? And ifa it's an accident, his family cana only curse their bad luck. Do
da job well, with no hurry, with no traces. I trusta you. I don'ta care
about da details. I just wanna him to die."

"All right, as you want, don Antony. Rely on me."

"Yeah, anda one more thing. I wanna the sauna in my gym rebuilt. Geta
somebody to dismantle it immediately and have-a da technician bring his
catalogs of da newest and besta saunas. But have da old one taken out now.
I can't stand it no more."

"All right, don Antony. Any more orders?"

"No, you can go, Joe."

Don Antony didn't think for a moment of taking revenge on Silvio. One
doesn't punish an object. After all, the boy was carrying out his duty.
Moreover, the boss knew it was not convenient for him to get rid of the
boy. And all considered, he was not really interested in the shop -- it
represented just a miserable sum in his budget. But a boy with which amuse
himself without problems, always ready and "wanting" to please him, that he
could use when and where he most liked, that was hard to replace. Anyway,
first of all, he had to take away the possibility he could have fun behind
his back, and then he had to get rid of the viper that Musante had put on
his bosom. Two birds with one stone.

Silvio and Vito were totally unaware of the storm that was preparing to
burst over their heads. When they saw workers dismantling the sauna, they
understood that their secret meetings would be impossible for a while but
took heart over the potential of the new sauna that would be in place soon,
so that they could resume then. For some days they only managed to exchange
a few, hurried words, but circumstances never allowed them to able to be
alone.

Meanwhile Joe was organizing the accident in which Vito was meant to die.
For this, he involved Willy Parker, Chris D'Angelo and Jerry Mattoli. The
plan was to tamper with the automatic system controlling the doors and
windows of Vito's car, so that once locked they could be opened only from
outside with the key, and to tamper with the brakes so that, in case of an
investigation, they would seem naturally worn and torn. Then, on the
occasion of Vito's first trip back home, using some cars and a truck,
Vito's car would be forced off of the road so that it would plunge into
Lake Michigan. The brakes would not work, the doors and windows would not
open and Vito would be drowned like a rat before anybody could rescue him.
The tampering with Vito's car had to be done during the night before his
departure, in the underground garage, Chris being charged with the task of
having it "modified" in the right way. The other vehicles involved in the
accident needed to be "clean" cars - not stolen - and the truck's driver
would have to be sent abroad so that neither the police or the Musantes
could find him. The drivers of the other cars, who had to "witness" the
accident and "try to rescue" Vito, necessarily had to be "respectable"
people, with no traceable connections to the Russos, but fully trustworthy.
Willy had to find the truck driver and the witnesses and Jerry had to
communicate the date, the time table and the routes of Vito's trips.

Chris started at once to locate the experts for his job, but he first
confided in Robert.

"I have to carry out my job in the best way possible, but... What do you
think, should we warn Vito or not?"

"I don't know. I don't understand why my father wants him dead. He said
nothing about it to me."

"Don't you think that, somehow, he discovered what's been going on between
Vito and Silvio?"

"It could be... Oh, shit, yes! I now understand why he had the sauna
dismantled and why he still hasn't decided to choose the new model! That's
where Vito and Silvio... What a son of a bitch, my father!"

"Yes... it's so... What do you think we should do?"

"You, carry out your job the best way you can, so that they cannot suspect
you if something doesn't work right. And be careful never to be caught
talking in secret with Vito. I'll warn him. Holy shit, if I can cheat on my
father...by saving Vito's life, it would be real fun!"

Thus, as soon as Robert was alone with Vito, he warned his friend about the
plot.

Vito listened in silence, then said, "Thank you, Robert. I'll never forget
what you are doing for me."

"What are you thinking of doing now? You could decide at the last moment
not to use your car, but then my father would just try again, and I might
not be in a position to help you a second time. Wouldn't it be better for
you just to leave us and to go back to your father for good?"

"I can't decide to leave. That depends on my father. Anyway I have no
intention to leave Silvio. I'll find some solution. Thank you, for now."

"Be careful..."

"Don't doubt it. Anyway, the fact that he needs to have it look like an
accident, puts him at a disadvantage. Thank you."

"What will you do, then?"

"I don't yet know. I'll think about. Just... Silvio must not hear about
this problem, promise me!"

"Sure, I agree. Best wishes."

With due wariness and prudence, Vito went to a public telephone. Using his
father's secret number, he told him about the outrage that don Antony was
mounting against him.

"What you are-a telling me isa serious... Are-a you sure?"

"Yes, of course. What do you want me to do, now?"

"Nothing. I'lla provide. When all isa ready I'll call you, telling you toa
come home. You will leave witha your car. Just drive carefully. Don'ta let
anybody follow you while ina town. Then go to Felipe Sanchez's garage ona
Lake Drew. You know wherea it is, don't you?"

"Yes, dad."

"Meet Mike Larriaga there and he willa tell you whata I decided. Don't
worry, picciotto, nothing will happen to you. And don Antony will nota try
that a second time."

"I'm not afraid, dad."

"I know. Take care."

Vito went back to the Russo's penthouse and, as if nothing had happened,
resumed his usual life. All seemed to proceed in the utmost normality.
Vito's biggest burden was that he could not risk any form of private
contact with Silvio. Moreover don Antony seemed not to part from his
toy-boy for more than ten minutes at a time. The young man's occasional
visits home were stopped altogether.

Three days later, Vito's father called, talked business with don Antony as
if everything were normal, then asked to talk with his son, to whom he
simply said, "We are-a waiting fora you at home. Leave tomorrow morning.
Dere isa no hurry, so don'ta run ona de way home."

Vito understood that his father was ready. Of course he couldn't talk
clearly at the phone but, on the following morning, he would meet his
brother-in-law Mike and then he would know. He was safe, but what to do for
his Silvio? He could not, he didn't want to abandon his beloved. "One
problem at a time," he told himself.

On the following morning, after saying farewell with don Antony, who even
gave him a present for his father, he left. He ascertained he was not
followed and went to Felipe's garage at Lake Drew. There he met Mike, and a
man who bore an astounding resemblance to himself.

"Look, he is your double. And he is a skilled scuba diver. He will use this
car, which is identical to yours. My men are already swapping the license
plates. He will let them push him into the lake. Our men will be waiting
for them all long the road. They will intercept the truck driver and the
witnesses soon after the accident and make them spit out the truth. Felipe
will check your car to see where and how it had been sabotaged. You will
come with me in my car. Nobody will see you leave Chicago. If everything
turns out to be as you told your father, this will be the end for don
Antony. Now I'll take you home, your father is waiting for you. We will
take the internal road."

"I would have liked to see to my own... death. Are you sure that my double
can save himself?"

"Sure, the doors will open and he'll use that scuba gear he hid under the
seat. He'll go down with the car, then he'll swim underwater to another
point of the lake. He is an expert scuba diver, don't worry."

"Wouldn't it be strange if the truck driver and the witnesses disappear
after the accident?"

"One more puzzle to solve for don Antony. We will move before he can
understand what's happening. As soon as we are safe. Our men are already
here in Chicago, ready for a signal."

"In the Russo's clan there are three people I owe my life to. I don't want
any harm to come to them.

"All right. Who?"

"Robert Russo, Sivio Di Stefano and Chris D'Angelo."

"I'll give orders for this. We will do no harm to any of them. We are
interested only in don Antony."

They left in Mike's car. Its darkened windows prevented anyone's seeing
Vito from outside. When they reached his father's villa, Vito was informed
that the accident had already happened. His car had been checked and they
found the tampering exactly as Vito told. The truck driver and the
witnesses had been captured and already were spitting out the truth. His
double had no problem. Don Antony's hours were numbered.

Vito told his father he wanted to go back to the Russo's. His father didn't
agree. "Why?" he wanted to know.

Vito told him, "In this way they cannot connect our revenge with you.
Moreover, because there is a person I want to take away from there, I must
go."

"Who's thisa person? Why are-a you so interested ina him, or her?"

"He is a picciotto. He helped me. I want to help him, now. He's in terrible
danger. I don't need a lot of time, just enough to find some compromising
documents, then take him away. I don't want don Antony's men to take
revenge on him."

"I don'ta know... at thisa point the accident happened..."

"Not officially, from what I understand. The cars, the truck and their
drivers did just disappear, didn't they? Therefore I didn't have any
accident, so I will just go back as if nothing happened. With my car, the
real one, tampered with by them. They will think that something didn't
work. They will try again. But before they can, you will get rid of don
Antony and I will move."

"It coulda be done. How comes dat you care so much fora dat picciotto? What
isa he for you?"

"My best friend. I want to pull him out of trouble."

"It's a dangerous game, but... all right."

"Will you tell me the day of the execution?"

"No. It cana be any day, from now on."

"Good. I'll go back to Chicago tomorrow, then. Give orders so that today
and tomorrow your men will not move."

"Okay, Vito."

"And... after you get rid of don Antony, have you decided who to replace
him with?"

"Hisa son Daniel, I think."

"Wouldn't Robert serve better as a replacement?"

"He isa son number three, so I don'ta think it woulda be easy. We have
rules to follow. But I'll think abouta your suggestion."

The day after this conversation, Vito drove back to Chicago in his own car,
discretely escorted by the Musante men. He was careful to have the windows
down, so that he could eventually open the car from the outside when he had
to get out. Reaching the Russo's garage, he asked the technician to check
what happened to his car doors which had ceased to work... When he arrived
upstairs in the Russo's penthouse, nobody shoved any sign of amazement. He
talked briefly with don Antony handing him a present from his father. When
Robert saw him, asked him why he came back.

"I have to do something for Silvio."

"But my father will try to kill you again. I don't understand why the
accident didn't happen. There's been no word about the witnesses or the
truck driver. They've disappeared... My father ordered a search to find
them. He is mad - furious, particularly with Joe Greco."

"I don't mind the risk I'm taking."

"You really are in love with that boy, aren't you?"

"Yes, and he is with me. Listen, your father has some documents that keep
Silvio in a kind of double bondage to him. As long as your father has those
documents, Silvio is his prisoner."

"I can't get them for you. My brothers and I are the only ones other than
my father who know the combination of his safe. Not even Greco knows it.
Daniel is absent, he is at your father's place. Matt comes and goes, but
now he's not at home either... If he were to discover those documents
missing, my father would suspect me at once. And I couldn't justify why I
took them..."

"I'm not asking you to do that. I'll find a solution."

Two days later, at night, while don Antony was coming out from his
restaurant in Windsor Park, two gangs of hoodlums, one of black youths and
the other of Puerto Ricans, had a showdown and don Antony found himself
caught between them and was riddled with shots. In the melee, his men
killed five youths of the two gangs, while the others ran away. Taken
immediately to the nearest hospital, don Antony died as the doctors and
nurses were doing their best to save him. Silvio had been brushed by a
bullet but had only a superficial wound to his arm. Joe's call from the
hospital woke Robert and the others.

Urgently, Vito took Robert aside and told him, "Your father is dead. Now
open his safe, before going to the hospital. Please!"

"You... it was all organized by your father, wasn't it?"

"Possibly. I can't say for sure. But I need you to open the safe for me -
now, quickly!"

"Why not. Come on."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No. My father got what he deserved. But... my advice is -- take the
documents and run for your life. This will get tracked back to you and
there'll be war. I won't be able to protect you." He opened the safe and
stood aside.

"First, I'll go to the hospital with you. But I have to get Silvio.
Absolutely!"

"All right. Did you find the documents?"

"Yes, here they are... Here's everything Silvio told me about."

"Good, let me close it. Now let's go to the hospital."

"Robert, my dad knows that you helped save my life. No harm will be done to
you."

"If my brothers decide to make war against the Musante clan, I have to take
their side. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do. I'll tell it to my dad and he will understand, too."

They went to the hospital.

Vito at once singled out Silvio, went near to him and whispered, "When you
see me going to the elevator, come over immediately. I'll take you away."

"You take me away? You know that I can't..."

"I have all of your documents with me now. Everything is OK. The others
can't do anything to the shop. I have everything with me - the loan
documents and your contract. Everything, don't you get it? Your dad and you
are finally free. You're out of it, believe me."

"Oh my God. I trust you. Thank you."

When Joe and Robert entered the room where don Antony's corpse was, Vito
headed towards the elevator, at once followed by Silvio. Once on the
street, they took a taxi to Felipe's garage. There Vito asked for a
custom-built car and went to Sven's house. Silvio's brother-in-law, dazed
and worried by that unforeseen visit in the deep of night, listened as he
was told that the documents in the bank were no longer useful, that there
was no time to explain anything more, but not to worry if, for some weeks
or even months, he didn't receive any news. Sven nodded in assent, embraced
Silvio and wished him the best, even if he couldn't understand what was
happening.

Then they left in a hurry, driving to Wisconsin, to the Musante's villa.
Along the way Vito told Silvio about the attempt to murder him and about
the reason for don Antony's death.

"While we were waiting for Robert and you," Silvio responded, "I heard Joe
saying that the showdown of those two gangs didn't convince him, that it
was just a stunt. I think that he guessed the truth, even if he never named
your family."

"If and when he ever knows that we did it, the two of us will be in a safe
place."

"Wouldn't your family find my presence odd? Wouldn't we have to continue to
meet in secret like before?"

"No. I've decided to give up this sort of life, to start from zero with
you. I have a project in mind... Would you come to New Zealand with me?"

"Why to New Zealand?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while. Down there neither the Musante
nor the Russo have contacts of any kind. We will go there with fake
documents and we will start a new life together. Are you game?"

"Sure I am!"

"Will it be hard for you to live so far apart from your family?"

"I already met with then so seldom... Now that I know they don't face any
more risks, I am only interested in being with you, finally in peace. What
will we do there?"

"I have a lot money in the bank. We will start something together to earn a
living. We will think about it during the journey."

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