Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 00:03:13 +0200 From: Andrej Koymasky Subject: Boss' toy 4/8 ---------------------------- 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 ----------------------------- 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. ----------------------------- CHAPTER 4 A year had passed since Silvio started living with the Russos. Each week he sent a postcard home and he received letters from his brother or his sister. Just once don Antony allowed him to spend half a day with his family -- when Maria and Sven married but only the time to attend the mass and to participate in the marriage lunch. On that occasion, when Sven asked how things were going, Silvio gave reassurance, but asked him to watch his postcards or letters which were marked with a kind of code, so that Sven could be sure they really came from him. His new brother-in-law insisted on knowing what Silvio feared, but the boy begged him not to insist and not to worry about him. Then he went back to don Antony. He was now used to his role of a toy-boy. When the boss said to him "here, Silvio!", he went to lock the door, then knelt between the man's spread legs, pulled it out and gave him satisfaction with his mouth. He knew that he had to be careful not to make the man cum until he said "Now!" He learned to perfection the way the man liked to be sucked. If instead, don Antony stood up and he was the one to go to lock the door, then Silvio knew at once to lower his trousers and boxers, lube his hole and assume the position to be penetrated. These reactions had become mechanical. Routinely, Silvio understood that he was expected to perform at any place, at any time. Most often, he had to satisfy don Anthony in his studio but, at times, also in his car, in the elevator, or when they were guests of other people or in a hotel... Evenings meant that he had to be ready, completely naked, in don Antony's bed unless he had earlier heard the words, "Not tonight". That, however, happened very seldom. The man seemed to have an insatiable sexual appetite, especially since obtaining Silvio. There was never the faintest sign of tenderness, even in bed. He fucked the boy, often for a long while, until he was sated. Then he said him "Go" and Silvio went back to his room. The man never thought about the boy's pleasure. Silvio was really just a toy-boy, nothing more. At times Silvio gave vent to his own yen, by himself, in his bed or in the bathroom, dreaming of a boy or a man who gave him some affection, who cared about him. This situation had lasted for a full year, but Silvio knew that it could go on quite surely for years, many years, until don Antony got tired of him. However that day didn't seem at all near. Don Antony appeared fully satisfied with his new toy, the one he had trained to please him so perfectly. In the Russo's home Silvio was treated with open hostility by don Antony's wife, with indifference by most the others, and with some friendliness only by Robert, Chris and Vito. However he didn't open up with anybody. He didn't have friends and he couldn't have, because he had to be perpetually on call for don Antony. The farthest he could get from the boss's authority was when he had to go to the toilet, or to the gym to keep in good shape (don Antony's order) or to his own bed after having fully satisfied the man. When don Antony had set up conferences or meetings of some length, he had to wait for him on the other side of the door, or to go to the gym to train. Usually he had to be in the same room as the man, ready to satisfy him at the slightest signal - a real slave, without a private life, without a single day all to himself. Deep within, Silvio hid his feelings, particularly his sadness, behind a facade of dutiful readiness, with only a little smile to hint at the truth. In a little corner of his imagination the boy preserved his dream of life and its freedoms. Although Vito had been living there for a little longer than Silvio, his life was completely different. He enjoyed full freedom. He was master of himself, of his time. After Robert was back together again with Chris, a couple of months passed without Vito having any sex, except for a single fling with a young man who hooked him in a sporting goods shop and who took Vito to his place. Then one day, while Vito was in the penthouse gym, he heard a knocking. Joe Greco peeped in. "Ah, you'ra here? Does it annoy you ifa my son comesa to train a while?" "No, not at all. Please." "Come in, Stan, and have some fun." "How long will you be busy, Dad?" "Two, three hours. You staya here, don't go arounda da house -- don Antony would nota be pleased, is it clear?" "Sure Dad. But try to be free soon... I am already fed up..." "I tolda you, not less than two hours. My respects, Mister Vito!" "Bye, Greco," Vito answered, continuing to lift weights, lying on the bench. The boy entered, looked around a while, tried a couple of machines, and then he pulled off his jacket and necktie, his shirt and trousers, his shoes and, with just his tank top and shorts on, he did some push ups. Then he went near Vito. "Is there anything to drink here?" "Sure, in the fridge. Help yourself." "I'm Stan... Stan Greco. And you?" "Vito Musante. Hi." "The son of don Carmine?" "Yes..." "Oh, sorry. So I have to call you don Vito..." "Hell no. How old are you?" "Twenty. Today is my birthday. That's why I had to meet don Antony. He wanted to give me his wishes..." "Ah, my best wishes also, then. I'm twenty-two. We're are almost the same age. You don't come here often, do you?" "I didn't. But from today on... it seems that don Antony wants to see me more often..." Vito noticed that Stan's eyes lingered from time to time on his basket. He looked at the boy and decided he liked him. After increasing his barbell's weight, he lay down again for another set of lifting. While he was doing the exercise, he glanced occasionally at the boy. Stan was leaning against the wall bars at his side, in an almost languid pose, and sipping slowly from a Coca Cola can in his hand. Unaware of being watched, he was literally staring between Vito's spread legs - where a curve suggested the firmness of his virile endowment. Vito became aroused by that, and noticed that the boy's eyes were slightly widening as if in surprise. Evidently his hard-on was noticeable. Vito, when his exercise was over, put the weights on their hooks and stood up. He went toward Stan, stopped - almost brushing against him - took the Coke can out of his hand, put it on the fridge top and, seizing the boy by his arms, pushed his body against Stan's. The boy, without moving a millimeter, said with a hoarse voice, "What are you doing? "Kissing you," Vito said - and did it, slipping his tongue inside the boy's mouth and leaning against him to be able to press his hard tool against the young man's crotch. Stan turned aside just his head. Almost panting, he said, "I'm not a fag. Stop it." "I'm not a fag either..." Vito lied, without releasing his hold. With a slight smile, he said, "but you were looking at me in a way that... don't you feel what I have for you?" Brushing his erection against Stan again, he feeling the awakening of the boy's hard-on. "We don't need to be fags to have some fun between us, right?" he said with a low and warm voice. Then he slipped the tank top from Stan's shorts and lifted it up to uncover his chest. Stan remained still, letting him do what he wanted. Vito bent down and started to suckle, bite and lick his nipples. From Stan's lips went out an excited and incoherent murmur, and the boy shuddered vigorously with pleasure. From under his shorts' fabric, Stan's member pushed forcefully against Vito. Vito reached down and opened Stan's fly, then crouched to slip both shorts and briefs even further down so that his tongue could begin to play with the tip of the boy's member. Stan leaned back against the wall bars and pushed his pelvis forward, making his hard rod slip between Vito's welcoming lips, and moaned lowly. Then, almost as if he had only then become aware of what was happening, he withdrew. Worriedly, he said, "Fucking shit! If somebody comes in..." "Come with me, let's go in the sauna where we can't be seen. If anybody comes, we'll hear them. Undress completely, here is a towel to put around your loins..." Vito said undressing, readily followed by Stan. They entered the sauna, each with a powerful hard-on. "What would you like to do, Stan?" "I have a girlfriend. I am not a fag..." the boy insisted with a frown. "That doesn't matter, I have a girlfriend, too. But I feel horny. Don't you like having some fun?" "Well... yes..." "So then, what do you like to do? You can tell me without worry. Would you like a blow job again?" "No... my girlfriend does that to me also... Put it into my ass... she doesn't even put her finger in there..." Vito secretly smiled. He made Stan lie down on the bench, made him raise his legs, then wet Stan's hole with spit and impaled him. The boy moaned with pleasure and urged him to do it harder. Vito hammered back and forth in that hot, but not entirely tight, ass for a good while, enjoying the boy's groans. After both reached orgasm, Vito asked, "Stan, I'm not the first to take you, am I?" "No... at times my brother-in-law fucks me." "Your brother-in-law?" "Yeah. The first time happened right on the day he married my sister. We were in my bedroom to change clothes and I was helping him... He was hard like steel and, in the tight pants of his formal suit, it was really a bulge. So, as a joke, I asked him if he needed some help to cool down. I was thinking we could jack off mutually, as I often did with my school mates. But he seized me, turned me around, pulled down my pants and pushed it inside me. I said no and struggled to escape him, but he held onto me and told me to shut up or they'd hear us. And he started to fuck me and, after a while, I discovered I kind of liked it... But, don't get me wrong. I like women. It's just that sometimes... I like feeling a rod up my hole, inside my ass. But I am not a fag, I have my girlfriend..." "Sure, it's evident you are not a fag. They are recognizable at once, they are half women. You are all male... You are just horny, like me," Vito said, inwardly amused but with a serious expression on his face. "I liked how you fucked me... you are better than my brother-in-law..." "If you're game, just to have some fun, we can do it again, sometime..." "You're living here now, right?" "Right." "I feel I'll come here more often, then. You gave me a really good orgasm." Stan kept his word. Under the pretext of learning exercises for his development from Vito, he went to the gym about once each week. And Vito, always talking to him about his girlfriends and about how wildly they fucked, gradually convinced Stan to give him head and to do all that two men can do together. He just had to reassure the boy each time that neither of them was a fag. Vito was somewhat amazed at Stan's naivete, but if that was the price to pay to enjoy the boy, why not? The sauna became their alcove, and Stan an eager and hot partner. Meanwhile Vito was starting to feel a stronger and stronger interest and attraction toward Silvio. He was never able to get even a moment of intimacy with the boy, except for a few times in the gym. Then Silvio was always taciturn, closed in himself. Vito wished he could penetrate that mask of coldness. At times, he read something in Silvio's eyes that hinted of the world which was living inside him. However, on the few occasions when they were together and Vito made attempts to buttonhole the boy, Silvio barely answered, using little more than monosyllables. At times he smiled at Vito's witticisms, but always with a veil of melancholy in his beautiful eyes. Vito, far from being discouraged, was feeling inside himself a sentiment which was becoming more and more lively, stronger and stronger. If at first he just felt the urge to make love with that beautiful boy, now he began to feel a strong desire to embrace him, to cuddle him, to give to the boy the tenderness that Vito felt the boy was missing... He desired seeing him smile, at least once, a genuine, open, carefree smile, like any seventeen-year-old boy. Then he approached him and asked him, "What's up, Silvio? What's happened?" "Nothing." "Come on, that's not true! What's going on with you?" "Nothing, I said." "Don Antony... does he... beat you?" "No, he never beats me." "So then? You can confide in me. Talk to me openly. Don't keep it all inside... I'd like to be your friend." "Friend? I have no friends in this place." "You could have me for one." Silvio looked at him almost furiously and hissed, "Do you want my ass? I'm sorry, but it is the reserved property of don Antony. Mouth and ass! Nobody else can use them!" "I know... Robert explained it to me. But why are you enduring all that? Over the months that I have observed you... you are unhappy." "That doesn't matter at all. It's all right as it is." "But Silvio..." "Leave me in peace! ... please..." "As you like, Silvio. I'm sorry, forgive me. But remember, I want us to be friends. Sincerely." "I can't, not even if I wanted to. Leave me alone..." Vito nodded and left, going back to his quarters. But he was satisfied -- Silvio had talked more than usual. Possibly something was giving way inside him. Vito hated don Antony for what he was doing to the boy. A toy-boy! - an expression apparently so innocent, yet so cruel. A person to be used as a toy, and thrown away! But what could he do for the boy? Nothing, except offering him his friendship, his tenderness... if the boy would only accept them. How could he find his way into the boy's heart, to breach the wall that the boy built up to survive? They met each other on an average of just a few minutes each week... Don Antony kept Silvio glued to his trousers day and night. The old bastard! Vito hoped to meet the boy in the gym or in the pool, but the boy was able to go there so seldom - always at different times and never for very long. So, Vito started wearing exercise shorts and bathing suit under his clothes, to be ready to follow Silvio if he saw him headed toward the gym or the pool. Thus, he finally managed to meet the boy again, alone, this time in the pool. "Hi, Silvio!" "Hi." "How are you?" "As usual." "What was the matter with you, last time?" "Are you still thinking about it?" "I can't get it out of my head. You looked like you were about to cry. It made me feel bad..." "Big deal." "No, it's not... Why don't you want to tell me?" "What for?" "Sharing your problems might make them less heavy." "Do you think so?" "Yes. See, I would like to be your friend, as I told you." "I'd like to be yours, too. But it's impossible... and there's no point in it." "Why?" "Because!" "But isn't it awful being so lonely?" "On the contrary." "But you are just seventeen..." "Right." "Silvio... do you want me to leave you alone?" "Yes... no..." "Why don't you talk then." "There is no time. There is no purpose..." "Silvio, I would like to be your friend." "You already said that." "Let me be honest with you. At first, I just thought you were beautiful, and you are. I just wanted to find a way to make love with you. There, I've said it. I told you I'd be honest. But now, at the price of not even being able to give you a kiss... I really would like so very much to have you as a friend." "Are you gay?" "I am." "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Yes. No. Not a lover. Just a guy boy I mess around with. I mean, we don't have a relationship. Not like Robert and Chris, I mean -- they are in love..." "Yes, they are." "Why do you stay with don Antony?" "I have to." "What do you mean, you have to?" "I cannot explain that to you." "But you don't want to be his... his boy." "Yes, I want it." "I don't understand." "It's too complicated." "Chris told me how it was with him... and how he took you in front of him. For Chris it was bad, but for you it's got to be even worst... am I right?" "I don't know." Vito stretched out his hand and lightly caressed Silvio's cheek. The boy closed his eyes and shuddered, then at once moved away. Vito said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to bother you..." "No... only... it's better not to do that." "Why?" "I could... grow fond of you." "And what's wrong with that?" "Because I belong to don Antony." "Nobody can belong to another." "I do." "Christ! We are in a free country!" "I choose to belong to him. All is OK." "But, holy shit! You are suffering!" "It doesn't matter. I can stand it." "Until when? And why?" "Who knows? Forever?" "Silvio!" "Leave me alone, please! I worked so hard to manufacture my own reason for it... Don't make it all more difficult." "Silvio... Can't I help you?" "Nobody can. It's late, I have to go." Silvio said. He went to take a shower, then dressed and left hurriedly. Vito decided he had to talk with Robert. The young man hated his father, so he would not betray a confidence. Rather, if he could, he probably would help Vito. So, as soon as they were alone, he talked to him about Silvio. "Poor kid... I have no idea what can bind him to my father. But it's evident that my father has him in his fist." "Silvio said that he wants that. I can't understand it." "Yes. Useless asking my father. Possibly Joe Greco knows about that, but that guy... he is about as talkative as a grave." "I could try to ask to Stan Greco..." "I think that, even with his son, Joe is a grave. He's a true Mafia man. He doesn't see, he doesn't hear, he doesn't talk." "I would like to be able to make Silvio open up a bit to me... but he doesn't want to." "He's a proud boy. You like him, don't you?" "Yes. And I like him more and more." "Be careful! My father is jealous of his objects..." "Silvio is not an object!" Vito protested irritably. "He is as far as my father's concerned... You haven't fallen for him, have you?" "I'm afraid so. There's something so attractive about Silvio..." "You'd better snap out of it, until the right time comes. As long as my father is not tired of him, you haven't got a hope." Vito could understand that Robert was right, but he could not, and didn't want to surrender. And he could not change what he was feeling for the boy. Rather, he was doing nothing but thinking of him. On a couple of other occasions, he tried to talk with Silvio but it seemed he was not able to make any progress. But Vito had no intention of dropping it. One evening don Antony was in a night club with Vito, Joe Greco and Silvio. At a certain point the manager approached don Antony and whispered something in his ear. Don Antony nodded and said: "Joe, come wit me. And you, Vito, please, see Silvio home. I will be at home arounda one a.m., I expect. Did you understand, Silvio?" "Sure." "Don Antony, it is only eleven. I would like to stay here a while longer. Would it be all right with you if I take Silvio home a little bit later?" "Justa be careful, Silvio, to be at home before one o'clock. OK, have fun, Vito." The two men left, then Silvio asked, "Why do you want to stay here longer?" "So we will have a couple of hours to talk in peace." "To talk? About what? And here?" "At home it would be more difficult. And suspect. Here, under the eyes of everybody... we will be a lot safer." "What do you want to tell me?" "I... just one thing. Then I would like you, Silvio, at last, to talk." "What do you want to tell me?" "I love you, Silvio." The boy looked at him amazed, then sketched a half smile, "You're completely crazy." "Yes, for you." "I belong to..." "Don't even name him... or I'll kill him." "Then you'd be killed at once. "I hate that man." "You're not the only one..." "What did he do to you? What is he doing to you? How can he hold you in his fist in this way? You told me you want it... how can you want it?" "It is a long story..." "We have two hours. I'm listening..." "But..." "Please. I want to know." "What for?" "Please?" And finally Silvio started to tell, slowly, with a low voice, almost without emotion, all his story. Vito listened, at first unbelieving, then furious, then moved. "... as you see, I wanted it, and I can't step back. I don't want to. I gave myself of my own free will to him. I had no other choice." "Do you love your father that much?" "He gave me my life, he gave me the best years of my life, he gave me so much love... So I rescued him, his dreams, my Mum's dreams and my family. This gives me the strength to go forward. Do you understand, now? Do you understand that I have no hope?" "What a bastard bitch, what a bastard bitch, what a bastard bitch! My God, Silvio... I love you! And now even more than before..." "You are sweet, Vito. But it's useless. Forget me, it will be better..." "Silvio, I love you... and I desire you." "I'd rather not listen to you, not think of it... but... I like you a lot, Vito. But we can't do it. We can't do anything. It would just make all the problems worse, for both of us." "It is only midnight. If we go immediately home, we could manage to..." "No, Vito, it's not possible." "But your family knows..." "God forbid! My father would kill don Antony... he would try, I mean... and they would kill him before he could even get near don Anony." "Silvio, I love you." "Shut up, please." "I love you!" "Please!" "If you ask me, I'll never tell you again. But I am in love with you." "Me too... I think. But... we can't ever again say it. I beg you. I don't want anything to happen that would just make us both feel worse than now..." "All right. I'll say it never again. But I'll continue to love you, Silvio, and to desire you. Never forget that, never doubt that." "Now stop it, stop it, please..." Silvio said, his eyes brimming with tears. Vito drove the boy home and all along the way, with one hand free from the steering wheel, he held Silvio's hand tightly. The boy answered the gesture in an almost spasmodic way, like somebody about to fall off a precipice who clings to the hand of the rescuer to be saved. A desperate hold, silent, but more eloquent than a thousand words. 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