Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2021 19:20:48 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Frank's wager - installment 2 Frank was avoiding Vinnie's calls. He had nightmares after he had given Squillo the blow job, and because he knew that Squillo expected more, he didn't know what to do. ONE blowjob wasn't going to erase the debt he now owed to Vinnie, but he didn't think he could do this. His nightmares had another side to them too. Frank had done internet searching, looking for what other things he might be expected to do. Some of it made him queasy, but he couldn't deny there were other parts of it that, well, gave him a stiffy. "But I'm not like that!" he thought to himself, as he found his hand dropping down to his crotch, while he watched a short scene of a guy being edged by another guy, with a third guy putting his fingers up the first guy's ass. His folks had noticed that he was distracted. So did Charlene. She was at the gym that afternoon. "Hey Tank. What's going on? My machine looks like it needs oiling. Can ole' Charl give you some lube?" She teased, not knowing what her uncle had in mind for Frank, or how uncomfortable talk of "lube" made him. Always a gentleman, Frank smiled. "Nah. Just maybe something I swallowed that didn't agree with me Charl. How's it going?" "I'm doing well. So glad you got together with my uncle. He told me he had a job for you, and you were doing some work for him." Frank reddened, and looked away for a minute. "Uh, yeah. He did. I need to get back to him to schedule. It's hard to figure how to do the stuff with this job and everything." Frank had just finished showering and dressing: he had on a tight fitting white polo (ALL his shirts were tight fitting), and instead of jeans, for reasons he didn't understand, he had blindly reached for a pair of blue chinos that fit him like a glove. "Well, you can talk to zio now." Charlene was smiling and waving at the door of the gym. Frank looked up and he saw Squillo, smiling, waving back at her. "SHIT!" He thought. Charlene grabbed his hand "COME ON! LET'S GO SAY HI." She wasn't taking no for an answer, and Frank began wondering: NOW what do I do." "UNCLE VIN. THIS IS A SURPRISE." Frank watched as she and Squillo embraced. "Yeah, I wanted to surprise my best girl. I needed to talk to Frank, but frankie, I think your phone is broken." He smiled. "So I figured Mohammed would come to the mountain, and get a hug from his best lady too." "ZIO!!!! You coming to dinner this Sunday?" "Ha. Would I miss it. I'll bring the cannoli. " They both started laughing . There was a private joke there. "Listen, Charley girl, I gotta talk private work stuff to frankie here. You mind if we chat in private?" "OH NO. Not at all. I need to get home too. Mom promised to teach me how to do the artichokes. " She pecked Frank on the cheek. "See ya tomorrow Frankie. You boys have fun." After she went off, frank dropped his head, but not before he saw Vinnie smile and fold his arms. "frankie. You're avoiding me." "Uh, I've been... I've been busy." "FRANKIE. Now come on. You gonna confess that lie at church this weekend? Fess up." "Uh, you're right Mr. Squillo. I'm just.. I'm just uncomfortable with , with.... this." He heard Squillo take a deep breath. "You want me to ask Louie for my money back and you can deal with him? Or I can go to your dad and ask about payment?" Frank looked up. "NO! NO! I mean, please. NO SIR. Not Louie, not my dad. Please, please." He paused. "Is there anything else I could do to..." Vinnie laughed. "Let's take a ride frankie. " He opened the passenger seat. "You got your phone with you? The one that don't work? Call home. Tell 'em you're going out to dinner with friends. Last minute." "Yes sir. " Vinnie got in the car, put on his sunglasses, and began driving. "I bet you started looking at videos and freaked out. That happen, frankie?" Frank gulped "yes sir. " "Well, I dunno what videos you watched, but I can tell you this. 80 grand is a shit load of money, and blow jobs alone are not gonna take care of it. Know what I mean?" "Uh, does that mean.. does that mean you plan to do things like... fuck me?" "It does frankie. There's a whole lotta things I'm gonna do. And it's gonna take a whole lotta time to work off that money. I had some ideas for tonight, but first... we're gonna stop at a coupla places I own. You'll learn a few things." He patted frank's thigh. "Nice outfit stud. If you were hustling, I'd hire you. Oh, wait a minute. HA HA. I already did." They first pulled up in front of a nondescript brown building. At the moment, it was quiet. Had they gotten there ten minutes ago, they would have seen two guys go in. Vinnie rang the bell and there was a buzz that let them in. frank saw a large man of color at a front desk, what looked like a doctor's waiting room at the side, but with a piano, and a staircase to the other side. There was clearly a bar and some kind of kitchen, because he heard the clink of ice cubes, and smelled what he thought were fries. "EDDIE MAN. How's it going?" Vinnie smiled at the man at the desk. "MISTER VEE. WE DON'T SEE YOU ENOUGH AROUND HERE." He looked at frank. "WHOA. Now I think I know why." "Ha ha. Easy Eddie, easy. This is frankie. You may be seeing more of him." "Nice to meet you frankie. You coming to work for us?" frank was confused. He still didn't know what the place was. "I don't think so Eddie, not now anyway. I wanna keep frankie for myself." "And I don't blame you Mister Vee," he laughed. "SHIT, I'D keep him for myself." "Ha ha. I'm gonna give him a choice though. " He turned to frank. "frankie, all the stuff you here about Squillo and his whore houses is true. I prefer to call them brothels" he shrugged his shoulders. "Call them what you want. They make me a shit load of money. This is my 'boy house'. You want a night or an hour with a guy, you come here. " He turned to Eddie. "Eddie man, can you show frankie a fee sheet." Eddie handed frank a single sheet of paper. It was like the fees they listed at the gym. Every sex act frank had heard of, and many he hadn't, were listed. "GEEZ. " he said. "How many of these does a guy do a night?" Eddie spoke. "It depends. Some of our guys turn em quick, some take longer. I'd say, on average, 5-6 a night. " He paused. "Of course, if the john wants to fuck our guy, it may go down , but then, he brings in more money." "Even at three, that's a lot for one night." Eddie and Vinnie laughed. "frankie boy," Vinnie squeezed frank's bicep. "They don't keep all the money. Not even close. There's a house to run, salaries to pay." He pointed to Eddie. They get 20% of whatever they bring in. The house gets 80. "So...." frank was doing some quick arithmetic. "If they bring in, say 2000.00, they get paid 400" "That's right. John's pay for the incidentals like drinks, food, etc. So yeah, the guys can make money, but not that much." frank was looking at the sheet. "So... a blow job." He blushed, because Vinnie smiled. "That's 250 on the sheet." "Yes, and that includes an hour of the escort's time." "So... " "And that 250 is for our premiere guys. Other guys get less." frank began to think. Vinnie had paid him 500 bucks for the first blowjob, and it was a straight 500. "He'd have to..." He stopped. "SHIT. He'd have to blow 10 guys." "frankie? You wanna finish ?" "No, sorry, Sir. My thoughts went elsewhere." "So the bottom line is, yes, you can make a whole lot more if you work here, than on your own, but you gotta work hard. " Vinnie smiled. "Think about it frankie. We could always find a place for you here." "DAMN RIGHT" said Eddie. "A guy like you? Go right up to the top of premiere class." The door buzzed and Eddie excused himself, as he went to take care of the customer. "We're gonna be on our way, Eddie. Good to see you." "You too, Sir. Hey, Frank." He smiled. "Don't be a stranger." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Before they started driving, Vinnie ruffled frank's hair. "Good head o'hair on you frankie. I thought I'd get my hand covered in product." "No Sir. I use very little." He smiled. "Mom says I got my dad's hair. That's how he lost it." Vinnie laughed. "That's a good point, frankie. Your dad DID have good hair. He was a looker." He patted frank's leg again. "Not as much of a looker as his son, but a looker. " As he raised his hand from frank's leg, he flicked frank's left nipple. frank jumped just a bit, and felt a twinge in his crotch. "Mr Squillo Sir, were you thinking of having me work at the brothel?" "Well, that's an option if you don't wanna continue our agreement frankie. I wanted to take you there so you could see your options." "And I'd have to have sex with 5 or 6 guys a night?" "Maybe. That might be a busy night, but you'd be busy frankie. I'd say it'd be between 3 and 8, depending on the day of the week, time of year, yadda yadda. The good news is, you'd clear your debt faster, the bad news is, well.. you can figure it out." They continued to drive. frank asked another question. "Mr Squillo, how long is it gonna be until you fuck me?" "I was thinking of doing that tonight, frankie." frank gulped. "Better sooner than later I always say. But first... we're gonna go and visit my elite boy's house." They drove to another part of town, a nicer one. This time, it was a townhouse where they stopped. Again, there was someone at the front. He introduced himself as Matt. "Matt, tell frankie here what this house is all about." "Oh, sure, Mr. Squillo." Matt was dressed rather formally: suit and tie, almost like a hotel concierge. He had a wedding ring on his right hand. "Gentlemen of means keep their preferred companions here. They pay their rent, their board, and in return, when the gentlemen want company, or a night of activity... our guests are ready. Generally, the gentlemen will call ahead of time, and ask for their companion to be ready to do something in particular, and to dress a certain way. "GOOD NIGHT MATT!" Matt turned to the voice. "Have a wonderful evening Mr. Cross." frank saw an older, shorter man, also dressed in a suit and tie, leaving with a thin blond man who couldn't have been more than 25. "Now THAT was perfect timing, don't you think, Matt?" "Agreed Mr. Squillo." "Well, thank you. frankie, I just wanted you to see this place. It's another option." "yes sir." They drove some more. frank was very quiet, wondering how he had gotten himself into this, but also quietly anticipating what was going to happen next. "See frankie? I wanted you to know... you have OPTIONS. I know what I'd prefer, but of course... we can work things out. " frankie continued to be quiet. Then he asked "what are we going to do tonight, Sir?" Squillo smiled. "Well, we're both gonna get to do something we like. You already know what part of tonight I like, and the rest... it's gonna be a surprise. I know it's something you like." frank chuckled. "Charlene tells secrets." "ONLY when I get her a handbag. Here we are.." They were pulling up in front of Squillo's house. "You know, frankie, if you wanted, you could tell your Dad you're making some extra money working for me at night. I'd cover for that." frank blushed. "I don't want them to know yet Sir." "Understood. " Squillo got out of the car, and opened frank's door. "C'mon handsome. I promise it won't be too bad." When they got inside , Squillo poured them both a glass of wine, and then smiled. "Now, a good host lets his guest have his fun first. I want you to run through a flex series for me. But I want you to do it naked." frank smiled and blushed at the same time. He was nowhere NEAR good enough to flex at a body builder level, but he liked the "feel" it gave him. He had never done it naked before, but... as he was learning, Vinnie was the boss. He stripped. "WHOA! My pony seems to be excited about getting ridden" Vinnie was teasing frank, who had a huge hard on as he stood there naked. "It's ok stud. No points deducted, ha ha. Maybe we'll give you six more." "Seven Sir," frank made a joke. "Good point. Gotta make that of note if we need it. Now... " Vinnie sat back with his wine. "LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD." frank went through one of the standard posing routines he had learned from one of the body builders who trained at the gym. He began to feel loosened up, and he was enjoying himself. It wasn't part of the routine, but he dropped to the ground and started doing push ups, planks, all kinds of horizontal movements: the kind he'd torture his beginners with. Then, he didn't know what came over him: frank swaggered over to Vinnie, straddled him, and pushed his nipple to Vinnie's mouth. "Taste it Boss," he said in a deep voice. He couldn't pull it back before Vinnie had his teeth on it. "MMMMMMMMMMM. OH GOD. THAT FEELS GOOD SIR." "Let me up frankie. Let me stand. " "Yes sir. " Vinnie got up. He looked frankie over. "Just stand there for a minute, handsome. Clasp your hands behind your back. Point out your chest." "Yes sir." frank saw Vinnie step behind him. Then he felt his hands tracing a pattern over his chest, circling his nipples. He began to moan when Vinnie stuck his tongue in his ear. He moaned louder when Vinne licked his finger, and began slowly pushing it into his ass. frank pushed back. He liked the feel. "Toward the bedroom, stud. Lay on the bed on your belly." "Yes sir." frank's voice had dropped. It was time. He knew it. Vinnie had pulled out his finger and now, as frank lay on the bed, he felt Vinnie's long fingers massaging his shoulders. They were surprisingly strong. He heard sounds as Vinnie stripped, and he heard Vinnie whisper. "Never underestimate a wiry man's strength frankie. I can't bench but...." He paused, and frank felt the hard cock at his back. "I bet I could keep you under control with less difficulty than you might imagine." Then he nibbled on frank's ear. "If he gets my tits in his fingers, I'm done," frank thought, just as Vinnie's hands slipped underneath him. "OH SHIT... Sorry Sir. Didn't mean to curse." "Heh heh. No worries. If I want your speech controlled, I'll gag you. We'll get to that." Vinnie's hands moved from frank's nipples, down to his hips, and he pushed them up. "It's time sweet stuff. Daddy Vin is gonna teach you how to take cock." First, he put his finger back into frank's ass, and when frank pushed back, he pushed in a second one. He moved them around inside of frank. Vinnie thought about asking if he were ok, but no... he wanted frank to feel captured, like a prisoner. He slid the fingers back and forth and whispered "I see one drop of cum before I fill you, and there'll be hell to pay." "yes sir. I'll do my best. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG" It was in. Vinnie's cock was sliding inside frank. "Deep breaths young man, deep breaths. Just like lifting. It's all about control." He slid in further. "Yes sir. Yes sir. I understand." frank thought it wasn't like lifting at all, but he pushed his hips back. It was like nothing he had ever felt before: and he liked it. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGH" he moaned and almost screamed, as Vinnie pulled back and SLAMMED his cock back into the stud. Vinnie was getting more and more excited about this handsome slab of manhood, who was completely under his control. He felt his cock get harder, and so did frank. "OH MY GOD SIR. YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN HALF." "Then I'll fuck you both." Vinnie laughed and began sliding faster. He reached under frank and took his cock in his hand. frank didn't expect that. "THANK YOU SIR. THANK YOU." Vinnie began jerking him expertly. "He's better at this than I am," was frank's thought, as he got closer and closer. He almost gagged out an "OH MY GOD I CAN'T HOLD IT." and began shooting. This orgasm was bigger than the one he had had when he thought about their first night and then... he heard the high pitched scream from Vinnie, and he felt his ass fill with warm liquid. "DAMN THAT'S ONE FINE ITALIAN ASS." Vinnie yelled as he smacked frank's butt cheeks. He pulled out slowly and rolled frank over. frank was smiling. "HOLY SHIT. YOU SURE YOU NEVER DID THAT BEFORE, BIG FRANK?" "Inspiration Sir. You were my first." Vinnie smiled. "And I'll always be able to say that. " He lowered his body and kissed frank, before he moved to his nipples and chewed them. They weren't as sensitive as they had been, but they felt what Vinnie was doing. "Chewing all that beef is making me realize we didn't have dinner. Let's get dressed. Get a burger or something." "yes sir. " "You wanna tell your dad you're spending the night?" "Am I Sir?" "Yeah, you are. " "I'll text him. He's working at the restaurant now." Vinnie limited his drinking at the restaurant to one glass of red wine. Having frank in his bed, overnight, was something he planned, just not so soon. He was going to savor this first time. In bed, frank understood what Vinnie had meant about wiry guys and control. Vinnie's arms and legs didn't LOOK strong, the way frank's did, but once he had them wrapped around frank's much bigger body, frank wasn't going anywhere. Truth to be told, he didn't think he wanted to go anywhere else.