Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2021 15:00:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: frank's wager - installment 4

"OH SHIT VINNIE.  Charlene is here".  frank thought that Vinnie would be
worried or nervous, but he wasn't. He was happy.
"HEY, THAT'S GREAT.  We can go to the beach with her."
"Is it a nude beach Vinnie Sir?"
"Ha ha.  You might want that you handsome stud, but no, not anymore.
Things used to get REALLY WILD I have to say."  Vinnie smiled and looked
off in the distance.  "There are pictures somewhere of me dancing naked
in a group of about 20 guys.   WOW.  That was so much fun."
frank looked at Vinnie, and knew he was telling the truth.  He just
couldn't... put it together.

"OH YES.  Uncle Vinnie was a WILD MAN! "  Charlene was telling frank as
the three of them sat at "high tea,"  which was basically an excuse to
get drunk before the night began.  The three of them had spent the day on
the beach.  Charlene had teased frank about the bathing suit Vinnie had
bought for him.
"WHOA FRANKIE.  No question about what's in THAT package, ha  ha ha."
frank had begun to blush.  "Maybe you should wear it at the gym, impress
everybody."
"Charlene, don't.."
Vinnie was laughing.  "NAH.  frankie doesn't need to impress anyone with
his junk.  His muscles are enough.  Now, roll over frankie.  Let me make
sure you're oiled so you don't burn.
"OOOOOH.  There's a porno movie buried in here somewhere,"  Charlene was
teasing frank.  She had figured out what was going on, and she wasn't
gonna let go of it.  She even took a picture of when frank fell asleep,
face down, and Vinnie did the same, with his arm around his big
shoulders.
"They're so cute,"  she thought to herself.  "Zio's twenty years younger
and frankie... well, it's about time he figured out what he likes."

Back at their table, sipping cocktails, Charlene asked  "So, what are you
boys doing tonight?  You going to the tea dance?"
frank didn't know what the tea dance was, and he was relieved when Vinnie
said
"I don't think so Charl.  I mean, I like having fun but... who wants an
old man at a dance?  And frankie doesn't wanna have to make excuses for
how badly the old man moves on the floor."
Charlene laughed.  "Oh, you don't need to worry Zio, but... is it ok with
you if I ask frankie to go dancing with me?  I mean..."  and she laughed
when frank blushed.
"NO!  That's a great idea!  I can use my sleep, you kids haven't seen
each other in a while, and frankie can get some fresh air with a good
friend. "  He poked frank in the ribs.
"You wanna take my niece dancing frankie?"
"I'd love to Sir."
"GOOD.  Charlene, you come by the hotel?"
"Sure.  About 11."
"ABOUT 11? " frank was incredulous.
"OH YEAH.  We might even be too early.  What you do now, frankie, is you
go back to your room, get a nap in, maybe eat some dinner, and then you
dance off whatever you eat. "
"By the way,"  frank spoke  "you talked about dancing it off.  Is there a
gym out here?"  Charlene and Vinnie both laughed.
"There is, but... you saw how guys looked at you at dinner last night
frankie?"
"Uh yeah.  It was kind of embarrassing."  (He didn't add that part of
that was because Vinnie had his hand down his shirt).
"Well, the gym out here... it'll be much worse. Lotsa big guys, lotsa big
guys on the make.. Can get ugly."
frank HAD seen a lot of guys out here that made him look like a shrimp.
"You can go a couple days without working out frankie"  Charlene smiled
and then embarrassed him again.  "And I'm sure Zio has made you sweat a
few times. "
"HA HA HA.  Not as much as I would've fifteen years ago.  Wish I knew you
then frankie."
Charlene called over the waiter and gave him her card.  "This is on my
zio.  So, I'll pick ya  up at 11 frankie.  Don't get fancy.  Just a tank
top, some shorts, it's fine. "
"Charl, I SUCK at dancing."
"So does everybody else frankie.   Trust me. You're gonna have a good
time."

Charlene's was staying at a house some distance from the hotel, so she
walked off in the other direction.  As they walked to the hotel, Vinnie
locked his fingers into frank's hand.  Much to frank's surprise, he
didn't try to get away, or to take them reluctantly.  He squeezed them:
 the way he did his sisters, or his mom or dad.  SOMETHING was
happening.  He had a thought that weekend, more than once.
"This man really likes me.  I've seen a shitload of guys who look better
than me, but I haven't seen him give a glance.  He LIKES me?"  It was
something frank wasn't used to.
When they got in the hotel, Vinnie came up behind frank.  He wrapped his
arms around frank's middle.
"I can barely get them around you frankie.  You're so big.  "
frank began to laugh.  "You got me pretty good Mr Squillo."
Vinnie put his mouth to frank's ear.
"Do I gotta tickle you to get you to turn around and kiss me?"  frank
felt the stubble on his ear, and he felt Vinnies secure embrace.  He
could break out.  He could refuse. Instead, he turned around.
"No Sir.  Not at all."  As they kissed, Vinnie methodically brought frank
back to the bed, and pushed him down on it.  Once Vinnie had him there,
there was no way frank could defend himself from  "assault," but he
didn't want to.
"OH GOD, yes sir.  Yes."  He moaned as Vinnie began kissing his neck.
When Vinnie pulled down frank's shorts, he didn't wince once.  And he
just moaned in pleasure when Vinnie entered him again.  It was the first
time frank didn't think about how much THIS one was going to take off his
tab.

Charl and frank had spent about an hour at the dance before Charlene
said  "let's take a walk on the beach, frankie."
"Sounds good.  It's... it's kind of like a drug den in here."
"It is.  Not for beginners really.  This was my fault."
"No, no.  I'm glad we came.  I need to be introduced to new things."
Charlene nestled her arm under frank's elbow.
"You know, I didn't tell you what Vinnie wanted because, well, I thought
you'd be angry."
"I would have been.  I never would've done it, but... he's a good guy."
Charlene stopped.  She held frank's arm and she looked him in the eye.
"So are  you frankie.  You need to know that.  Just like you need to
know:  you're a gay guy."
frankie began to tear up. "Yeah.  I am."
Charlene gave him a kiss and he felt... nothing like he did when Vinnie
kissed him that afternoon.
"You know, in case you're worried, Uncle Vinnie never expects his boys to
fall in love with him.  He knows the story."
"He never had a lover, Charl?"
"NEVER.  Wasn't for him.  Too much pressure from home, and then he got
too interested in his  'high level finance' as he calls it.  But he likes
the company of young men.  He fully recognizes that when the debt is
gone, so will you.  It's happened before.  Just don't hurt him frankie."
frank looked at her.
"HURT HIM?  Furthest thing from my mind.  I just wanna make him happy."
"Good boy sweetie.  I really am glad to hear that."
frank got back to the hotel room at about 2.  He could hear Vinnie
snoring.  He shucked his clothes, and got in the bed.
"MMMMM.  that my frankie boy?"
"It is Sir. "
"Come over here.  I missed ya."
"I missed you too Sir. Get some sleep."

On the ferry back home, Vinnie pulled out the ledger.
"Hey frankie, I want ya to see the numbers.  LOOK!  You're halfway
there!  You excited?"
frankie looked.
"WOW.  I'm up to 40k already.
"OH, YEAH.  And you earned it.  "  frank was looking at the ledger.
"You gave me credit for the kissing yesterday Sir?"
"SURE!  You didn't have to do that, and you actually made me feel like
you enjoyed it."  frank was quiet for a minute.
"Sir, I DID enjoy it.  It was one of the best kisses I ever had."  Vinnie
punched him lightly on the arm.
"AW COME ON.  A big stud like you can do better than an old man shoving
his tongue down your throat.  Don't pull my leg, frankie tankey."
"No Sir. I'm telling the truth.  It was... it was special."
Now Vinnie was silent.  "How so, frankie?"
"Sir, you know, you keep on talking about being an old man, and all
that.  Well, this was a good trip for me because... in my world, I'm hot
shit.  But I looked around and GEEZ, there are SO MANY good looking
guys.  SO MANY guys with like 2% body fat.  I bet they all owe shitloads
of money."
"They do frankie.  They do."
"And... you could have any of them, but you picked me?  I mean, made me
think a lot."
Vinnie looked at frankie.  "You're telling the truth.  I can tell.  There
aren't a lot like you frankie."
frankie smiled, laughed a little and put his arm around Vinnie.
"Well, that makes two of us , Sir."

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People sometimes speak of the "spell" of Fire Island, and that could have
been what happened to frank, because in the days that followed, after he
had come back from his trip with Vinnie,  that magic seemed to wear off.
He worked out at the gym - HARD - but he started avoiding Vinnie's
calls.  He knew that Vinnie had no problem with showing up and waiting
for him outside the gym, or outside the home, but so far, none of that
happened.  Vinnie's messages were firm, but they weren't nasty:
"Hey, frankie, call me ok?  I want to spend an evening or two with you.
Got some ideas for some fun stuff,"  the messages were like that.  But
frank didn't call back.
He underestimated Vinnie's experience, and his craftiness.  This kind of
thing had happened to Vinnie before, and more than once.  He didn't want
to go to frankie's father (Charlene had convinced him this wasn't the way
to go:  if he treated frank like a son and not a man, he was never going
to be one).  BUT.. he had another idea.
He remembered how frankie had talked about the guys who were better
looking than him, and... bigger than him, stronger than him.  That's the
way he was going to go.  He just had a feeling.... maybe frankie needed
to NOT be treated as well as Vinnie had been treating him.

A few days later, a big, Latino guy came up to frank when he left the
gym.
"HEY, YO.  I remember you.  You're frankie right?  Vinnie's bitch?  The
guy was about 2, maybe 3 inches taller than frank, and stacked.  REALLY
stacked.
"Uh, no, I know Vinnie.  Mr Squillo.  But I'm not his bitch."
The guy laughed.  "You sure LOOKED like his bitch on the island.  He
fucking you?"
frank began to sweat and to get angry.
"THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS."
The guy laughed.  "OH.  I guess I hit a bone.  Or a boner, ha  ha.  You
got any idea how lucky you are to be gettin' done by Vinnie?"
"I'M NOT GETTING DONE BY VINNIE!!!!"
"Well, frank, that's not what he says.  And he wants to see you.  Says
you're avoiding him."
"Yeah.  So?  Maybe I just wanna be by myself for a while. "  Because he
was engaging this guy, he didn't hear the second one come up from behind,
and didn't know he was there until he was pinned by the second big guy.
"C'mon frankie.  You're gonna go visit Vinnie.  Maybe even spend the
night.  "  frank felt rope going around his wrists and, while he
struggled, the two guys were too much and they dragged him to a car.
He squirmed, but he was pinned in the seat by the big guy who was talking
to him, and the smaller guy drove at a good clip.  He thought they were
taking him to Vinnie's house, but the direction was wrong.
"Where are we going?"  He asked helplessly, and his seatmate answered.
"Figure it out.  Where do you think Vinnie would want you if you weren't
obeying him?"
"OH SHIT! " frank thought.  "I'm getting taken to the brothel.
"NO.  PLEASE.  I CAN'T WORK THERE"   The guy laughed.
"Why not?  You better than both of us?  WE work there. "
"SHIT"  frank thought.  Putting out for six men a night.
Then the car drove past the brothel and kept going.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA.  Mr. Squillo said you'd pee your pants if we
did that.  Did you frank?"   frank didn't answer.  He was still trying to
catch his breath.    The car kept moving until they pulled up in front
of:  the dormitory. Ten minutes later, frank was in an apartment with the
two guys.  Vinnie came out of the small kitchen.
"AH.  Thanks Lorenzo.  Thanks Miguel.  You can leave now.  I'm not
concerned frankie's gonna try anything, are you?"
frank looked down.  "No Mr. Squillo.  I'm not."
"Just leave the two of us.  I'll drive when we're done.  Just keep him
tied up.  Sit him in that chair over there."

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The bondage was not as tight as when Vinnie did it, but it was tight
enough.  frank pushed around at the ropes, and had SOME movement, but not
a lot.
"frankie.... I thought we went through this once before, didn't we?"
Vinnie was smiling.  "Spread your legs stud.  Don't give me more
aggravation than you have."
"yes sir,"  frank answered, spreading his legs.  Hearing Squillo's voice
giving him orders had an effect on him, so did the ropes.
"What's the problem NOW, frankie?  Hmmm?"  Vinnie was smiling, and he
pulled up a chair. He had double jointed thumbs, and he began running
them back and forth over frank's t shirt, right at the nipples.  frank
sucked in his breath before he began to moan.  Vinnie hadn't worked his
tits since Fire Island.
"I don't know Sir.  I don't know.  I don't think I want this."  Vinnie
smiled, and he stopped the nipple play.
"I don't think that's true frankie.  I think you WANT it, you just don't
WANT to want it. "  frank thought that Vinnie had hit it on the nose, but
he kept quiet.
"Thing is, frankie, you agreed to it.  Whatever's going on in your head
as to what you feel:  whether you feel gay, or not gay, or  whatever you
kids feel these days, you made a deal with me. You gotta separate that
from everything else. "
frank squirmed again.  He wasn't going to be able to get free, and if
Vinnie went back to work on his nips, he was done.
"I know Sir.  I know.  I just don't know if I can finish it."
"Oh, you're gonna finish it frank because, know what..."  Vinnie picked
up the ledger and he ripped it in half.
"This is no longer valid.  There are now three options.  One, I tell your
father.  Two, you go to work for me at the brothel.  Three, you move into
this dormitory, and you become my boy. That's it."
Now frank began to squirm hard.  Vinnie laughed.  "The boys are
downstairs watching the door, so just keep that in mind frankie."  Vinnie
saw the look of resignation on frank's face.
"You don't have to make a decision today, but you gotta make a decision
this week.  We're gonna do some playing because.. DAMN IT , I have the
hots for you.  And then... I'm gonna give you a few days off to decide
what option you want."  He stepped behind frank and undid the
restraints.
"Get your clothes off frankie."  frank gulped because he knew, when he
dropped his jeans, he'd have a hard on.  But he did, and Vinnie smiled.

"Now, we're gonna get to work.  There's that table over there.  Don't
worry, it's strong enough to hold you .  Get on it.  On all fours."

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"Now, it'd be hard to tie your hands, given what I want to do frankie,
but this will be enough."  frank couldn't see, but he felt a rough,
almost hemp like rope being looped around the base of his balls.  He
winced, and yelped just a bit, when the slip knot got pulled, and he did
the same thing when Vinnie ran the length of rope to a knob on a drawer
at the side of a table.
"THERE we go.  My fine bull don't wanna be a steer, so he's not trying
anything, are you frankie?"
"No Sir.  He felt Vinnie's fingers gently tickling his balls.  He began
to laugh and try to pull away.  Then he felt the searing pain when the
rope pulled his balls back.
"Now frankie... I would LOVE to put some clamps on those gorgeous tits of
yours.  But not yet.  I don't want anything distracting from what you're
about to feel. "  Vinnie pulled frank's ass cheeks apart and then his
tongue got to work.
"OH MOTHERFUCKER WOW"   frank yelled .  He heard Vinnie chuckle, but he
kept on digging.  His tongue, his lips, his scruff, were pushing frank's
hole wider, and wider.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG .  OH SIR. OH... NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG"
Vinnie stopped to take a breath.  "Just having myself a snack of
manpussy.  Bull man pussy.  Tastes good, gotta admit."  He dug back down.
frank wanted to grab his cock, but he needed his hands in order to keep
steady.  He couldn't get to it.  Vinnie, however, could.
"Look at this!  A nice cluster of dingleberries.  GOD.  I haven't used
that word in a long time...
frank was panting, louder and louder.  Vinnie's hand moved from his nips,
to his cock, and his tongue just kept at it.  frank could feel his eyes
rolling around in the back of his head.  Vinnie's pressure on his cock
was making it thicker, and harder.
"You're such a stud frankie.  Such a stud.  Need to be BRED."  frank
gulped.  He figured that's what was going to happen.
"yes sir."
"AH, but we're not finished yet, stud.  See, you may not wanna admit, but
you LIKE it when I plow you.  That's no punishment, and you NEED
punishment."  frank didn't see him, because what happened was behind him,
but Vinnie walked to the side. He came back around with a large, black
object.
"You probably thought this was modern sculpture, didn't you frankie?"
"GULP.  Yes sir."
"Well, I guess it sorta is.  It's a big, BIG dildo.  And before I fuck
you myself, I'm gonna fuck you with this.  Yeah, it's about four inches
longer than I am, and an inch thicker.. Gotta get used to anything coming
your way at the brothel." He held it in front of frank.
"LICK IT.  That's gonna be your lube. "
Frightened, frank got as much saliva on it as he could.
"Now, let's make this more fun frankie."  frank felt a collar going
around his neck.  He felt Vinnie pull the lead back on it. VInnie had
done something similar before, when his cock was fucking frank.  Now,
with this bigger, "toy." frank felt it going in.  A bolt of pain first.
Then it abated, as Vinnie expertly twisted it in.  Unlike his own cock,
Vinnie could corkscrew this one.
"HEY.  For a rookie, you're doing real good frankie.  You must have a
good coach, ha ha ha."
"PLEASE SIR.  It's too big.  It's...."
Vinnie's voice was low pitched.
"I know it is.  It may rip you apart.  This is what a sub boy gets when
he doesn't do what he's told."  He pushed harder and frank yowled.
"OH, those screams.  You know what they're doing to me, big man? "  frank
had some idea, as Vinnie pulled back on the leash, and the dildo went in
even further.  Vinnie whispered into frank's ear.
"You're up to ten inches.  Wanna go for a full foot?"
"No Sir.  Please. "  frankie was almost weeping, and then he felt the
final push.  He felt the base of the dildo at his ass, and he felt Vinnie
turning it.
"I'm gonna give you a break big man.  Instead of pulling this out, and
starting again, I'm gonna just pull it out."  Then he yanked on the rope
around frank's balls.
"BUT I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU EVER DISRESPECT ME AGAIN, I WILL RIP THESE
OFF AND I'LL MAKE YOU WATCH A DOG EAT THEM.  GOT IT?"
"y....y.... yes sir.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"  frank felt the
"POP" as the dildo came out.
"There are some men who make the boy lick this as part of their
punishment.  I'm not gonna do that frankie, cause I think you understand
what you gotta do."
"I do Sir.  I do."
"Right now, though, what you gotta do is take VINNIE's cock, and trust
me:  it'll be a relief after the dildo.
It really was.  Vinnie entering him was actually easy now.  frank was
stretched enough so that Vinnie went in easily.  Also, Vinnie couldn't
twist his cock around the way he could the dildo, but... when Vinnie got
to frankie's "g spot" and rubbed back and forth, frank began to whine and
wimper.
"THANK YOU SIR.  THANK YOU. OH THAT FEELS SO GOOD. FUCK YOUR BOY.  FUCK
ME.  FUCK ME PLEASE..." He heard Vinnie scream, and he felt the familiar
gush of Vinnie's jizz pouring into him.  When Vinnie was done, he
couldn't help himself:  he collapsed on the table, and he began to cry.
Vinnie untied frank's balls, then he came to the front, and played with
frank's hair.
"frankie, here's what happened.  You thought you were gonna do this to
'get it over' and move on.  You didn't expect you'd like it".
"No Sir.  I didn't.  I ... didnt.... "  He began to sob.  "What the fuck
is my dad gonna say when he finds out I like guys?"
"Your dad is gonna say he knows frankie.  Trust me.  Roll over."
"Yes sir.  Face up, frank's cock pointed out in front of him.
"Go ahead studmuffin. Relieve yourself.  You can use the shower, and
then, you can leave whenever you want."
"Are you staying here Sir?"
"No, I'm going home."
"Can I come with you?"
Vinnie smiled.  "Not tonight frankie.  You need to make a clear
decision.  We're not gonna see each other again until you DO decide.  You
have a week.  But now... take care of yourself."
Vinnie sat down and watched.  He said nothing as frank closed his eyes.
He thought about Fire Island, he thought about the dorm, he thought about
the brothel.  He thought about becoming Vinnie's boy officially.  And
then... scenes began to run through his head.  He hadn't thought about
those old TV shows for a while:  "Arrow".  "Supernatural"  "McGyver."
How he'd get excited if there was a bondage scene.  How he'd figure out
how HE'D get out if HE were tied up like that.  Would Vinnie if he...."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH"  he shot big
time.  And when he opened his eyes, Vinnie was gone.   frank hadn't heard
the door open, or close.  He was alone.   He took a look at the
apartment:  the living room, where he was now.  The bedroom off to the
side, the kitchen.
"Beats my room at home," he thought.
"What are my duties if I do this?"  he asked himself, and made a mental
note to put it on the 'questions for Vinnie" list he had to prepare.