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The Boys Who Knew Too Much

by Apollo Moriarty

Chapter Seven

(This chapter and the next describe drug use, including meth. The direction of the story is to show the dangers and problems that arise from drug use, which is quite prevalent in the gay community. I don't seek to glorify drug use, but to show the dangerous allure. I want to assure readers that I am not promoting such behavior.)

Zack was mad with desire as the car made it's way through a neighborhood of restored brownstones and townhouses. Thad was gently, but persistently rubbing his nipples as Josh alternated between kissing the sweet boy and fondling his erection through the fly of Zack's shorts. Thad looked out the window and smiled.

“Zacky, sweetie,” he said softly as he withdrew his fingers from Zack's nipples, “we need to get you composed so we can take you into the restaurant now. We're almost there.”

“Don't stop!” Zack cried deliriously. “I love it! I love it! Please, don't stop! Make me cum! Please!”

Thad smiled and said, “If I do that, then you won't be able to have fun at Raggazzi di Napoli and you want to have fun there, don't you?”

Zack was gasping for breath as he stared wildly at Thad. “I... I need... I mean...”

“I think Zacky's a bit confused,” Thad remarked with a grin to Josh.

“I'm familiar,” Josh replied dryly. “You love to drive a guy to distraction and then walk on to the next adventure.”

Thad chuckled and said, “Always leave them wanting more.”

The car pulled over to the curb in front a small, nondescript restaurant with a sign above the door reading simply, “Raggazzi di Napoli.” There were few people on the sidewalk before the restaurant and it didn't look like a thriving establishment as Zack looked out the deeply tinted window. He turned back to Thad and whined, “It's not fair. You and Josh keep teasing me like this. It's not fair. I can't take it.”

“I know, sweetie,” Thad replied sympathetically. “I understand, but once we get inside, you'll understand and you'll be glad you're still wildly horny.”

Josh grinned and nodded at the boy as Zack turned to him for support. Seeing none, he sighed with defeat and muttered, “All right.”

Thad put his hand up to Zack's face, ran his fingers along the skin, and watched the X-induced shivers flow through the boy. “Smile for me, Sweet Zacky. Smile. You know I love you.”

Zack couldn't resist smiling and he leaned forward and kissed Thad on the lips. Josh pulled the boy's shirt back on him and helped him into his sandals before slipping Zack's erection back inside his shorts and zipping them up. Thad opened the door and stepped out, helped the unsteady boy out and to his feet, and waited for Josh to emerge before he leaned over and gave instructions to Calvin. Zack was looking around and saw two men, possibly in their forties, in slacks and sweaters approach the door of the restaurant and stare blatantly at the boy with the obvious erection in his khaki shorts. Through Zack's drug-induced fog, he smiled demurely back at them before one forced the other to look away and enter the restaurant.

Josh smiled at Thad as he closed the door of the car. “I don't think Zacky is going to have much trouble building a fan base,” he remarked.

“No, he's not,” Thad replied, “and he's going to start building it right now.”

Holding Zack's hand—and sending shivers of desire through the hyper-exited boy, he led the two into the restaurant. The darkness of the dining room made it difficult for Zack to see, at first, but the smell of Italian food cooking made his mouth water. A slender teenager with thick, dark curls and wearing black slacks and a white shirt was leading away the two men who had entered before them and another boy, identical in appearance approached the lectern at the door. He smiled, his large brown eyes laughing and his perfect white teeth on parade as he exclaimed, “Mr. Goodman! Josh! Welcome back to Raggazzi di Napoli!”

“Sandro,” Thad declared as he reached up and held the beautiful teenager's face, “you are absolutely radiant this evening. I would kill to have you come work for me. I'll pay twice what Angelo pays you and set you up with a nice apartment in the Pelican Tower.”

Sandro smiled and said, “You are generous, Mr. Goodwin, but I love Angelo. He brought me to America and he is like my father.”

“I know. You're loyal and I respect that,” he replied with a sad smile.

“Thaddeus!” another man declared as he approached the lectern. “Are you still trying to steal my boys out from under me?”

“Of course, Angelo!” Thad replied with a grin as he embraced the man. “As long as you continue to bring the most beautiful boys in Naples to America, I will never give up!'

“And speaking of beautiful boys,” Angelo exclaimed, “you bring Joshua to taunt me!”

Josh grinned and hugged the man, responding, “My mouth's been watering for your food and your boys since Thad told us where we are eating tonight.”

“Joshua, I would put you at the most prominent table in my restaurant to bring the light of your beauty for all to see, but I know you will want a touch of privacy, though I suspect not too much. You will want people to see this absolute angel beside you, won't you?”

Zack had been staring with awe at the beautiful man, who's olive skin, dark and alluring eyes, and thick, dark curls made him look like the father of Sandro and the other boys Zack saw scurrying around the dining room. The way the man looked into Zack's eyes made the boy want to curl up with him and cuddle. Without realizing it, his lips parted and he felt the air sucked out of him.

“It might not be bad if people could see Zack,” Thad replied with a smile.

“I am sure he will be a star for La Famille!” Angelo said. “Perhaps I should try to steal him from you!”

“Hmm, Sandro or Zack,” Thad muttered thoughtfully. “That is certainly a difficult choice, but I am afraid I would have to choose my sweet Zacky!”

Angelo chuckled and winked at the boy, who grinned coquettishly and leaned affectionately against Thad. Angelo cocked his head as he studied the boy and then nodded.

“I see that, perhaps, some of my magic pizzelle might be in order?”

Thad smiled and nodded, replying, “I think Zacky would quite enjoy your magic pizzelle.”

Angelo nodded and smiled. “Sandro, please escort Mr. Goodwin's party to number thirteen.”

“Yes, sir,” Sandro replied with a respectful bow of his head and a not so subtle wink at Zack, who giggled and fondled his erection through the fabric of his shorts without realizing it.

“Don't play with yourself just yet,” Thad whispered. “We want to make an impression as we walk to the table.”

Zack giggled again and released his rigid boy cock as he followed them through the dark and inviting dining room. He looked around in his haze and saw faces and eyes locked hungrily on him. Josh watched as well and saw a couple of men looking at him in his Red Hot Chili Peppers tee-shirt and smiling appreciatively. He smiled back and nodded.

Table Thirteen was a banquette near the back, but with a commanding view of the entire dining room. Thad told Zack to slip in first, then he and Josh slipped in on either side of the boy. Sandro placed their menus before them asked what drinks he should bring.

“I'll have a dry white wine,” Thad said, “and some Asti in a cola glass for Zacky here.”

Sandro nodded and Josh ordered a Chianti. As the beautiful teenager left the table, Zack asked, “What's Asti?”

“It's a sweet sparkling wine,” Thad replied, “similar to champagne.”

“Ooh, I get wine! Cool!”

“Well, we've already got you fucked up on X, so Asti's not going to add too much to our time in Hell.”

Zack giggled and looked around in a daze at the dim, but colorful lights, listening to the electronic Europop dance music. A silly smile came over his face as he began to move to the rhythm of the music and fondle his erection. Thad put his right arm around the boy's shoulder and reached over with his left to unsnap the shorts and lower Zack's zipper. Josh raised an eyebrow, but eventually grinned at Thad's smile.

“Live dangerously, Joshy,” the man said softly.

He pulled Zack's erection out of his shorts and began to fondle it again as the boy contentedly melted into him and closed his eyes. Josh reached over with his left hand and began to caress the inside of Zack's right thigh as he looked around. Suddenly, however, he muttered, “Oh, fuck.”

Peter Lindholm approached the table with an amused smile on his face as Josh tried to pull the table cloth over Thad's hand manipulating Zack's boner.

“Joshy! What a pleasant surprise to run into you at Raggazzi! After last night's speech about your chaste and almost Republican attitude toward boys, one would think this is the last place in New York one would find you.”

“Peter,” Josh said stiffly with a nod.

“Now, now, Joshy,” Peter replied, clearly enjoying the twenty-year-old's discomfort, “one would think you'd be a bit happier to see me, especially after I paid you two and half thousand dollars for an absolutely scintillating conversation and one of the best fucks I have ever had!”

Zack giggled as Thad smiled, enjoying the entertaining scene. He winked at Peter as the man standing before them continued to taunt Josh.

“And, if my eyes do not deceive me, the angel getting his little penis so professionally stroked by the head of La Famille is none other than the fruit of Angelica Cavendar's loins, the infamous Zack of Austin!”

Zack giggled and slurred, “You're handsomer tonight than you were last night.”

“Yes, I am. Thank you, Zack, for noticing” Peter replied. “I'm pleased to see you so clearly enjoying yourself!”

Zack giggled and sat back, spreading his legs and giving Peter a better view of what was happening, which made Josh even more uncomfortable. Peter chuckled and said, “I assume this means that your lunch at Elaine's today with Angelica was quite successful. I'm so glad, Joshy, to see you've succeeded in finally putting the stench of your Oklahoma background behind you!”

Josh sighed and said, “If I wasn't tripping my ass off on X and if you weren't my favorite client, I'd throw my water in your face and kick you in the nuts.”

“Joshy,” Thad chided with a grin. “That's no way to speak to one of La Famille's elite customers.”

Peter chuckled and said, “I deserve it. I'm taking too much pleasure. I teased Joshy mercilessly last night at Gallery Zeus when we saw Zack admiring a bronze of a naked boy and about to rip his clothes off and make love to it. Joshy was being discrete about his feelings and I was taking no prisoners.”

“I... well... things changed during my talk with Angelica,” Josh replied with a sheepish grin.

“Do tell.”

Josh looked at Thad, who nodded and said, “Zack is now in training to become an escort with La Famille.”

“In training,” Peter replied with a wink and an obvious look at Thad's fingers working Zack's penis. “Is that what you call it?”

Zack giggled as he openly displayed himself, excited to be seen by the handsome man in such a taboo way.

“And, when will Master Zack of Austin be ready to receive guests?”

Thad glanced at Zack, who looked at him expectantly. “We might be able to let him intern, so to speak, oh, this evening.”

Peter smiled and said, “I would be honored to participate in his training.”

Josh raised an eyebrow and Peter said, “You seem surprised, Joshy.”

“I just didn't picture you, Peter, as a chicken hawk.”

Peter cocked his head thoughtfully and said, “I don't see why not. I've been partaking of the delights of your hot ass since you were sixteen. You know I like twinks. It's not that much of a stretch to include one as beautiful and young as the delectable Zack of Austin.”

Zack giggled, not quite comprehending the meaning of everything that was being said. Thad smiled and said, “If I can make an arrangement with Angelo for the use of one of his rooms, would five hundred for thirty minutes, oral only, be to your liking?”

“I think that would be a bargain,” Peter replied.

Thad turned his head to Zack and asked, “Well, Zacky? Would you like to go to work this evening?”

“Yeah!” the boy exclaimed excitedly.

Peter chuckled and said, “I've just been seated. Perhaps we can finalize after we've all eaten.”

Thad extended his hand and the two shook. Peter grinned at Josh and said, “Not to worry, Joshy. I shall still sodomize you on a regular basis. If I could, I'd give you a reassuring kiss right now.”

Josh shook his head and said, “You're afraid to kiss me in Raggazzi di Napoli, even though a man is openly masturbating a ten-year-old boy in front of you?”

Peter chuckled and said, “I'm funny that way.”

He nodded his head and said, “Gentlemen,” before he turned and walked away.

“Well, it's not as if the entire restaurant can see what I'm doing to Zacky,” Thad remarked as Josh rolled his eyes.

“I'm going to work tonight!” Zack cried. “This is too cool! What's he going to do?”

“Well, we agreed there would be no fucking. He's got thirty minutes to play with you. You think you can put that time to good use?”

“Oh, yeah!” the boy declared enthusiastically.

A waiter's assistant, a younger Italian boy with the ubiquitous—for Raggazzi di Napoli—olive skin, brown eyes, and dark curly hair, brought them water and a plate of Angelo's magic pizzelle.

“Here,” Thad said with a grin. “Eat one of these. In a few minutes, you'll be even happier.”

Zack giggled and Josh smiled reluctantly. Thad raised an eyebrow and said, “Joshy-Girl, I think you need to eat two of them.”

Zack giggled and taunted, “Joshy-Girl! Joshy-Girl!”

Josh grinned and poked the boy in the ribs with his fingers, eliciting more giggles, as he responded, “You don't get to call me Joshy-Girl. Besides, I don't think that was Joshy-Girl this afternoon when my hard seven inches was rammed up your little butt, there, Zacky-Boy! Do you?”

Zack leaned over and cuddled with Josh. “No, that was Joshy-Man!”

Thad grinned and Sandro approached, his eyes growing wide with amusement and lust as he watched Thad continuing to fondle Zack's erection beneath the table. Josh ordered lasagna. Thad watched Zack close his eyes and lean back contentedly as Josh caressed his face. Thad played with his penis, and the boy ate a pizzella.

“I think Zacky would like spaghetti and Angelo's amazing marinara and I will have Pasta alle vongole.”

“Antipasti?”

Thad shook his head and Sandro nodded, winked at Zack, who giggled, and closed his eyes happily. When the waiter was gone, his eyes opened dreamily and he remarked, “Sandro has a boner.”

“Yes, he frequently does,” Thad replied with a grin. “Do you know what the name 'Raggazzi di Napoli' means?”

Zack shook his head slowly, his eyes half-closed as he gazed rapturously at the man.

“It means 'the Boys of Naples.' Angelo brings beautiful boys from Naples, which is a city in Italy, to work here. They also perform other services for his customers, too.”

“Like they're escorts, too?” Zack asked with interest.

Thad nodded and explained, “Yes. Sometimes, they take guests to some rooms in the back and give them some special attention.”

“Cool! So everyone here likes sex with boys?” Zack asked.

“Not everyone and Angelo of course has to be careful and discreet, as do we with La Famille. But, there are enough people in the know around town that he gets a good business.”

“Mmm,” Zack moaned as he closed his eyes again.

“Did you like the pizzelle?”

Zack nodded and asked, “So, what makes it magic?”

Thad picked up another and broke it in half. Handing one of the pieces to Zack, he said, “Angelo soaks very powerful and high quality marijuana in butter, which absorbs the THC, which is the chemical in pot that gets you high. Then he uses the butter to make the pizzelle. Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Zack replied.

“How do you feel?”

“Horny,” Zack replied.

“Well, that goes without saying,” Thad said with a chuckle. “Besides that?”

Zack's head rolled slightly as he gazed around with happy eyes and said, “I feel so good. I feel so loved. The food smells so good. The music sounds so pretty. The lights... man those colored lights up there, they're so... cool.”

Josh smiled and extended his finger in front of Zack's face. He moved it around and Zack hypnotically followed it for several seconds with his eyes. Josh grinned at Thad and the man chuckled. “I remember the first time I got you high,” he said. “You giggled hysterically at everything. You were so sweet.”

“I was nine, wasn't I?”

Thad nodded. “We were camping in your backyard in the new house, when you all moved up by Lake Hefner. We were staring at the stars and counting the shooting stars. It was during the Perseids.”

“I remember,” Josh replied. “We lay there on top of the sleeping bags and you held me and loved me and... it was just so wonderful. God, I loved you that night.”

“You don't anymore?” Thad asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No. I do. I love you just as much now as I did then. It's just... I think you control me. And, I think you're going to control Zack now.”

“Yet you let me. You want me to. So does Zack.”

He looked down at the boy who was gazing at the flame of the candle before them with absolute awe.

“Zacky, you like it that I have such a strong personality, don't you?”

“Uh, huh,” Zack replied, unable to look away from the candle.

“You'd do anything I told you to do, wouldn't you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Zack replied forcing his eyes away and to the beautiful man beside him. “I love you. I'd do anything you told me to do. I love you.”

Josh sighed and said, “You've known him less than three hours and he's ready to walk over burning coals for you. When I was seven, I watched you at church at Christmas Eve mass. You were an acolyte and you were so beautiful in your robes and you looked at me from up in the sanctuary. You just stared into my eyes and by the time it was all over, I'd have jumped off a cliff if you'd told me to. You were only fifteen then and yet, you had this magical personality that just takes over people. I just can't free myself from it.”

“Because you really don't want to,” Thad replied. “You want me to be in charge. You need me to be in charge. Just as Zacky does. Zacky needs me to be strong, to be firm, to be the boss, don't you Zacky?”

“Oh, yeah,” the boy replied rapturously.

Josh sighed and nodded. “Yeah. You're right, Thaddy. You're right. God help me, I love you. I love you so much.”

“I'm going to make love to you tonight, Josh. I'm going to make love to Zacky and you both will love me so much that you'd die for me.”

Josh nodded and exhaled deeply as Sandro brought their dinners.

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Zack was licking his plate clean as Josh and Thad watched with amusement. He had never eaten anything that tasted that good. It was the most amazing dinner he had ever had. And, Josh was so sweet, caressing his face and his thigh. He loved Josh. He was like Zack's best friend or Big Brother. He didn't look twenty. He looked like a teenager, like he was in high school with that Red Hot Chili Peppers tee-shirt—maybe a really horny high school guy, since his titties were so hard in the tee-shirt. His titties. Oh, man, that made Zack so horny. And Thad, the most handsome man in the world, so strong and powerful and sexy... the way he would tease Zack's dick was just too much. He wouldn't let Zack cum and the boy was just deliriously horny and happy. He couldn't believe how his life had been completely transformed since the previous evening. He was with the two sexiest men he had ever seen and was about to go to work as a prostitute. Everything smelled so good, tasted so good, felt so good. He wanted to run a mile. He wanted to curl up with Thad and Josh. He wanted to have sex with a million men! He... he was just beyond anything he had ever felt.

The music changed and a cool song with a strong beat came on.

Zack couldn't stop himself. “I love this song!” he cried as he threw his arms up and started bopping around in his seat, his stiff erection seeming to pulse with the beat of the song. “What is this?”

“'Rhythm is a Dancer,'” Thad replied.

“I've never heard it! I love it!” Zack cried as he closed his eyes and got into the song.

“It was a little before your time,” Josh replied. “It came out five years ago. I was fifteen, I think.”

Thad nodded, but then watched as Zack suddenly slipped under the table and emerged on the other side, dancing wildly in the aisle, his silky black hair flying about his head and his little erection sticking out of his shorts. In a panic, Josh jumped forward as Angelo stepped up and blocked the view from the most visible side until the young man could put Zack's penis back inside. The boy was oblivious of everything except the song and his need to dance. When he was all put away, Angelo laughed and Josh sat back in the banquette as Thad grinned. Across the restaurant, Peter started clapping and several other guests shouted encouragement to the boy.

Zack was beyond delirious as he danced about in front of the other tables. It was clear he had never felt such joy and Thad smiled in amazement at the skill with which Zack was moving.

“He's a natural,” Thad said in awe as he watched.

Josh nodded and said, “Can you imagine Zack in another six or seven years? If he's still alive, he'll own the gay world here.”

“If he doesn't turn into a circuit boy,” Thad responded watching the boy as the music transitioned into “The Rhythm of the Night.” Zack didn't miss a beat and kept right on dancing, his arms in the air, his eyes closed, a look of total delirium on his face.

Josh sighed and said, “I almost wish I could join him out there.”

Thad nodded and said, “Me, too. But, this is the best advertizing we could get for Zacky. The boylovers in here will know he's with us and our phone will be ringing off the hook. Hell, Marcel's probably already getting calls.”

Angelo leaned over and said, “Should I put a little cage in the corner for him? Bring him in here on Fridays and Saturdays, wearing a thong?”

Thad chuckled and said, “He's a fucking natural. My God. And, he's only ten! What the fuck is this kid going to be doing in five years?”

“He'll have enough money to buy out La Famille,” Angelo replied with a wink. “By the way, Peter Lindholm is in room two now, when Zack's ready.”

“Thank you, Angelo. I'll give you a cut.”

“No need. Professional courtesy. Besides, this will be great for business.”

Thad grinned and leaned over to Josh. “You want to hold down the fort while I escort Zacky to work?”

Josh was smiling, but as Thad spoke, he lost his smile. He took a deep breath and nodded before he sat back in the seat and stared at the look of rapture on Zack's face. Thad rose from the seat and stepped over to Zack, taking his hand and leaning over to say into the boy's ear, “Hey, Zacky. It's time to go to work.”

Only half-aware of what was happening, Zack shook his head, though Thad couldn't tell if he was saying no or just moving with the beat. Thad chuckled and winked at a couple of men across the aisle who shouted, “Spoil-sport!”

Thad led the dancing boy toward the back as the whole dining room erupted in applause. Zack became only partially aware of what was happening around him and looked at Thad with confusion.

“They're clapping for you, Zacky,” he said as they passed through a door out of view of the dining room. “They loved your dancing.”

“Really?” the boy asked in a dreamy voice. “They like me?”

“They love you,” Thad replied as they stopped outside Room Number Two. “You're going to be so popular, Zacky. Everyone's going to want you.”

Zack grinned as he stood unsteadily before him. “What are we doing now?”

“You are going to work now,” Thad replied. “Peter's in here waiting to play with you.”

“He is?” the boy replied through the fog of the ecstasy and cannabis. “All right!”

“Now, remember sweetie. No fucking. Absolutely no fucking. I will be in here to make sure you're safe, but this is totally you. All right, Zacky? You're an escort now. This is your first assignment. Okay?”

Zack grinned with eyes that were suddenly alive and replied with a raspy, “Oh, yeah!”

Thad chuckled and opened the door.

The room was small and lit only by a small lamp on a nightstand by a full-size bed on which sat Peter Lindholm. He had removed his coat and tie—and shoes, and was waiting with a very obvious erection in his slacks. When Zack saw him, he grinned hugely. Thad leaned over and whispered, “Now, remember, Zacky. You're an escort. You're a prostitute. You're job is to make Peter feel good. Peter comes first. Got it?”

Zack looked up and nodded. Slurring his words, the boy said, “I'll be the best prostitute you've ever seen. I'll make you proud of me.”

Thad winked and kissed his forehead. “I'll be right over here if you need anything.”

Zack nodded and turned to find Peter standing by the bed and smiling.

“You're a very beautiful dancer, Zack,” the man said softly.

“You're a very beautiful man,” Zack replied. “I want to get naked with you and make you happy.”

“I'm sure you will.”

“Would you like to take my clothes off?” Zack asked demurely.

“Yes, I would like that very much,” Peter replied. “And, then I would like to partake of the most beautiful and erotic boy I've ever seen.”

Zack giggled and stepped up to him. Peter ran his hands over Zack's chest and as his hands passed over the boy's hard nipples, Zack moaned. Peter pulled the collar up and Zack raised his arms. He pulled the shirt off and tossed it onto a chair next to the one in which Thad sat watching with his own erection trapped in his slacks.

Peter gazed at the boy's smooth, alabaster skin and ran his hands over Zack's shoulders and down his arms. The boy whimpered with the sensations and the chills that passed through his body. Peter took the boy's hard nipples in his fingers and gently pulled them. That was all it took for Zack to lose all control. He cried out and immediately ripped his shorts off. He desperately reached forward and began clawing his way to Peter's erection, his trembling hands trying to unfastened the belt and unzip his slacks.

Peter grinned as he watched the crazed boy. He pulled and twisted the boy's nipples and, in turn, Zack writhed and twisted his body about before the man, his rigid boyhood bobbing stiffly before him. With the zipper of the man's slacks down, he fought with Peter's underwear to free his erection, growing frustrated when he couldn't get access to it. Peter chuckled and said, “Just a moment, Little Man.”

He quickly undressed and before he could shove his boxers down, Zack was already grabbing his erection. He groaned, almost growling as his mouth swooped down on the head of Peter's cock. The man gasped and grinned at Thad as he watched the desperation in the boy's face. Standing there for a moment as Zack wildly licked and sucked around the man's cock, Peter finally led him to the bed. He picked him up and lay him down before lying beside him. They both clung to each other, selfishly wrapping their arms around each other and their mouths frantically uniting as their tongues dueled. Peter moaned as he joyously ran his hands over the naked boy's body, rolling on his back and grabbing Zack's butt. He worked the boy's hips up and down as Zack thrust wildly into him before the man rolled back atop the boy. Zack whimpered as Peter became slowly rougher and more demanding of him. The man's mouth attacked Zack's throat and Thad had to warn him, “No marks on him, Peter!”

The man moaned in response and licked wildly over Zack's throat and down his shoulders. Zack whined and moaned as he writhed beneath the man, running his hands over Peter's chest and arms. This was a man, a man, and he was on top of him! Zack was in heaven. This was what he wanted. This was what he had always wanted—a man on top of him.

Peter kissed and licked over Zack's chest as he rolled to the side and reached down to fondle the boy's erection. Zack moaned and then almost screamed as Peter's mouth enveloped his left nipple. The man's tongue slid over it, back and forth, before his mouth began to suck it.

“Be careful, Peter,” Thad warned softly.

Peter nodded and moaned, “God, he's so beautiful.”

“I know,” Thad replied with understanding.

Suddenly, Zack declared fervently, “I want to suck your dick! Let me suck your dick!”

“Oh, yeah,” the man responded as if he had been running. “Suck my cock!”

He rolled over and Zack desperately crawled down the man's body and then in between his legs. He extended his tongue and began to lick the man's circumcised cock, running his tongue over the loose balls and then up the hard shaft. It wasn't as hard as Josh's cock had been when the young man was fucking him that afternoon, but it was hard enough for Zack to be wildly aroused in his drug-induced state. He began moaning as he licked up and down before he pulled the cock back and opened his mouth to take it in.

“Oh, God,” Peter breathed as the excited boy sucked the head and the first inch behind it into his hot, wet mouth. The man's penis sent the boy into a sex-crazed hunger and Zack frantically reached back between his own legs and began to masturbate.

“No, Zack,” Thad warned. “Do not touch yourself. Let Peter do it.”

Zack whimpered in protest, but continued to jerk off.

“Peter, take charge,” Thad ordered and the man did as he was told. He pulled Zack up and around with both hands, lifting the ten-year-old up and bringing his legs and butt toward his face in the classic sixty-nine position with the boy atop him. Zack resumed sucking the man, but Peter's hand fondled the boy's rigid cock while he buried his face in Zack's butt. Only a few seconds later, Zack squeaked and then cried around Peter's cock as the man's tongue began wildly licking the boy's anus. He licked and kissed and pushed his tongue within the boy's sphincter and Zack loved it. He had lost all rational thought with the ecstasy and the magic pizzelle working in his system. His lust was out of control. Thad noted that for future reference in training. The boy couldn't do that when he alone and on assignment.

Zack's moans grew plaintive and it was obvious he was close to orgasm with the man's tongue in his butt and his hand stroking the rigid cock between the boy's outstretched legs. Peter's moans were growing in intensity, as well, but it was Zack who first climaxed, almost screaming around the man's cock in his throat. But, Peter was still going and his tongue and hand continued their work on Zack's anus and penis. Zack's post-orgasmic moans and cries grew frantic. His penis was too sensitive, yet Peter continued to pump it. His lust returned, though, as the man's tongue continued to work the boy's butt.

Peter moaned and pushed his hips upward. Thad could see some of the man's cum escaping Zack's mouth as the boy wildly whimpered with Peter's cock shooting the man's semen into his mouth.

When his climax ended and his erection began to wilt, Zack was still crazed, but Peter pulled the wild boy off his cock.

“No, no! More!” the boy cried.

Thad grinned and hurried over. He lifted the struggling boy into the air and set him down on his feet. Zack looked at him with lust-filled eyes and cried, “I need to do it more. I want more cum!”

“Wait, Zacky. I'll give you more in the car. Okay?”

Zack was panting in confusion as he looked around. “I'm not done! I need more!”

Peter sat up on the bed and shook his head in wonder.

“Man, that kid is amazing. He's incredible.”

“Yes, Zacky is quite special,” Thad replied as he loving ran his hands though Zack's silky hair.

Zack was shamelessly masturbating as Peter said, “I would love to have him spend the night with me.”

“I think that can be arranged,” Thad replied, “after we've taught Zacky a little about self-control and restraint.”

Peter looked into Thad's eyes and said, “Well, it might help if he wasn't wasted on ecstasy.”

Thad nodded and said, “This was a special night and we weren't anticipating him going to work quite so soon. This won't happen again.”

“Good, for Zack's sake, I hope it doesn't. He's a special boy, a treasure, and he needs to be loved and cared for.”

Thad nodded. Peter dressed and Thad helped Zack reluctantly put his clothes back on. When he finished, Peter opened his wallet and handed six one-hundred dollar bills to Zack. The boy's eyes grew wide and he breathed, “Wow.”

“There's an extra hundred,” Peter said, “for Zack.”

Thad nodded and took the money. “There's a hundred for Angelo for the room, two hundred for La Famille, a hundred for Zacky's college fund which I'll open with our Swiss bank tomorrow and two hundred for Zacky.”

He made change in twenties for one of the hundreds and gave the two hundred to Zack. “Congratulations, Little Dude. You are now, officially, a whore.”

Zack grinned and then giggled.

“Man, I can't believe this!”

“Peter,” Thad said as he shook the man's hand. “I'm glad Zacky's first time was with someone as decent as you.”

“It was my pleasure, believe me.”

Thad opened the door and Zack followed him out into the hall.

“I want to do some more!” the boy declared. “I want to have more sex and make some more money! This is fantastic!”

Thad chuckled and said, “Zacky, how about we get in the car and have some really wild and crazy sex with Joshy. Do you think you'd like that?”

“Yeah!” Zack growled.

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Josh sat alone in the banquette, drinking another glass of Chianti and eating another magic pizzelle as he closed his eyes and listened to the Eurodance music in the background. He didn't want to think of what was happening in Room Number Two. His sweet little Zack was naked and having sex with Peter Lindholm, the man who had paid Josh two and a half thousand dollars the night before for a night with the hot, sexy twink. It was killing Josh. He knew that the first rule of La Famille, besides “No one talks about La Famille,” was “No one falls in love.” He had violated that rule. He was in love with Zack. He, Joshua Hoffman, the man with the iron heart, the man who had taken a dozen men on more than one occasion, one of the top escorts in New York, had fallen in love with a ten-year-old boy—and he was jealous as hell.

How was he going to deal with Zack being on assignments in the future? How was he going to deal when he wasn't accompanying Zack on an assignment, when the boy was with another escort or, even worse, on his own? Or spending the night alone with Thad at Thad's apartment in Tower Sixty-nine?

He wanted to cry. He was tripping on X, stoned off the magic pizzelle, and still had some residual G in him. He should be a drooling and babbling moron full of love and empathy for everyone in the restaurant. Instead, at that moment, he wanted to cry. He wrapped his arms around himself and sniffed.

Angelo sat down beside him and said, “Joshua, I see you are hurting. I see this with my boys. It is so easy to fall in love. You love your Thad and you love your Zack and now... Zack is with Peter and Thad is stepping between you and the boy you love.”

Josh nodded to him with red eyes. Angelo shook his head and said, “It may be time for you to leave the business. You can't do this kind of work and be in love or be jealous. You have to harden your heart, my boy. You can't let love get in the way of the business—or you must leave the business. I've seen too many instances when the love kills the boy who falls.”

“Oh, Angelo, it's so hard. Thad's the only guy I've ever loved and now... Zacky's a boy! Good God, where am I getting off falling in love with a ten-year-old boy?”

“It happens,” Angelo replied. “Especially with one as beautiful and gifted as Zack. The heart cannot control with whom it falls in love. You can only pray that it works.”

Josh nodded and said, “I feel like a third wheel. I suspect Thad will fuck Zacky tonight.”

“Ah, to be a fly on that wall!” Angelo declared!

“I will be the fly on that wall,” Josh replied mournfully.

“No. I saw the love in Zack's eyes when he looked at you. I saw the love in Thad's eyes. Three-way loves are always difficult, but sometimes, they can be the most passionate. Do not despair. Perhaps it will work. Perhaps you will prove me wrong. Perhaps you can have it all, Josh. If push comes to shove, I can hire you to help with my boys.”

Josh smiled and said, “Thanks, Angelo. You're a saint.”

“Oh, hardly!” Angelo laughed as he rose to his feet. “Now, I must supervise my flock of fallen angels!”

Josh smiled and watched the man walk away just as Thad and Zack emerged from the back. Thad gave the man some money as Zack ran over to Josh.

“I did it, Josh! I did it! I made six hundred dollars!” he cried joyously. “I'm a whore!”

“Good for you, sweetie!” Josh replied with forced enthusiasm. “I'm so proud of you!”

Thad grinned and winked.

“And, now, Joshy, we're going to the car and really party.”

“Great,” Josh replied ironically as he rose.

“Oh, you definitely need some herb, dear,” Thad remarked as he led Josh and Zack through the restaurant and toward the door. All eyes were on the star of the evening, and the erection in his shorts, but Josh was too busy trying to maintain his cool. He had been so up and down that afternoon and evening that he was growing scared he might flip out. That was the last thing he needed.

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