ITALIAN BROTHERS 2 TANO & MASO by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005 written September 2nd, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Matt & Dave
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"ITALIAN BROTHERS 2 - TANO & MASO" 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 6. The Second Loss
Along the way the men decided to let Bruno free -- they had had their fun and got tired of him. Those rude men, even though they preferred women, and contented themselves from time to time with a boy, unconsciously expected Bruno to accept his role, or else to oppose with all his means as he did the first time. In the first case, they could have the illusion, even if just for a while, they had a girl to enjoy; in the second case, there was the subtly perverse pleasure to make a male submit to their urges. But Bruno, out of instinct or calculation, after the first two or three days of violent rebellion, let them do it while remaining inert like a piece of wood. And by doing so, he made the men lose their pleasure.
A few days after his conversation with the prisoner, Gaetano had the chance to assist to a scene. He was gathering firewood as usual. He passed by to the place where they kept Bruno bound, but he didn't even look at him, just moved away a few steps. He was bending down to pick up some withered branches when he heard a scream. He turned to look -- there were four men, he recognized them -- Gabriello, Fiore, Gourd and Poldo. They were untying the ropes with which Bruno was bound, and the boy wriggled with all his means and shouted curses. The four men were silent and had a placid smile on their lips while three of them held the boy fast and Gabriello lowered the boy's breeches. They forced him on all fours, and while the three men held him still in that position, Gabriello freed his member from his clothes, without even lowering his own breeches. Gaetano noticed that the man had a cock that was not very long, but thick and large, already erect and fully hard.
Gabriello spit on his hand and wet the entire shaft of his firm cock with a light massage, while Bruno continued to try to wriggle out of the firm hold of the other three men, and cursed them with a low voice filled with hatred, but without scratching at all their placid calm. Gabriello caressed Bruno's butt almost tenderly, "A nice little ass..." he said with a low and warm voice. He parted the boy's butts with both his hands pointed his terrible flesh weapon between them, and with a sharp stroke he entered the boy, while Bruno screamed, in a mixture of rage and pain. Gabriello then seized his hips and started to mount him with calmness and vigor.
Gaetano was aroused -- it was the first time he saw two males uniting, and even if he thought that nobody should be forced to have sex, he also thought that after all Bruno was receiving back what he deserved. The hammering and systematic penetration increased in vigor at a certain point and Gabriello closed his eyes, tilted back his head and pushed his entire tool as deep as he could. He emitted a light moan, until he unloaded completely. Then he slipped out, still half-erect, cleaned himself with Bruno's shirt and tidied himself. "Is it your turn, now, Gourd?" he asked with a satisfied smile, and went to take the place of his mate to hold their prisoner.
Gourd moved to Bruno's back and freed his cock -- he was fully aroused too. Gaetano, crouched where he was, watched while holding his breath. Everything happened almost just like before, even though the way how the man was taking the boy was different -- he sank in him with a sharp and fast stroke, and then withdrew very slowly. And when he was cuming, he gave a set of sharp and deep strokes, and emitted a low pleasure moan with each of Bruno's groans. Then it was the turn of the two other men. Bruno continued to scream, to curse, to abuse the men and to wriggle strongly.
When all four men were sated, they pulled Bruno's breeches back on, tied him up again and went away, satisfied and quiet as when they came. Gaetano let out a sigh and became aware he was terribly aroused. He would have liked to look for his Felice, to unite with him, behind the bushes somewhere, to give vent to the strong desire that seized him, but his man went hunting, so he had to wait for his return.
Therefore he started picking up firewood again, but his strong erection inside his breeches needed a long time to cool down. When at last Felice came back, Gaetano went near him, "Hey, Felice..." he whispered, his eyes filled with desire, feeling his erection readily waking up again.
"Yes, little finch?"
"Take me somewhere... please?" the boy whispered.
Felice understood, but said, "Now you have to prepare the game we took... we don't have enough time." He smiled at him, savoring the intensity of the desire he could read in his boy's eyes. If nobody else was around, he would have caressed, kissed him...
Gaetano knew that Felice was right, and nodded, even though he was somewhat disappointed.
The man whispered, "I desire you too. Tonight... tonight I'll make you feel how much," he promised.
And he kept his word. They made love for a long time, with passion, ablaze with desire but without burning it all at once. First Gaetano quenched his thirst with the nectar of his man, and then welcomed him inside himself, giving him a second, intense orgasm. Then they lay down, embracing, caressing and kissing each other.
"I'm yours, Felice," the boy merrily murmured.
"You're mine, little finch," the man tenderly answered, caressing him and pulling him tightly against his body.
"Did you have lot of boys, you, in these years?" After a while, Gaetano asked Felice.
"I fucked more than a few, yes, many boys, but of those who were only mine... you are the third one."
"How were... the other two?"
"You want to know about the other two? Well... The first was Renzino. Differently from the other boys, we didn't take him as our prisoner. He was a little shepherd, sixteen years old, a little boy, without a family. The shepherds took him with them up the mountains since he was thirteen, you know, with their flocks, to have fun during the nights. A boy was better than just a sheep, you see...
"I saw him one morning he was washing himself in a stream. He was stark naked, sitting in the water, vigorously brushing himself. I liked him, and while I was washing myself not far from him, I looked at him and became aroused. He saw how I was looking at him and understood I desired him, so he came near me, all-naked as he was, and just offered himself to me. You know, he just said 'fuck me.' So I took him there, in the stream's water. I liked it so much... and he also liked the way I took him... so he asked me to take him away. 'You are way better than the shepherds', he said. The shepherd didn't want to lose their boy, but they feared us, they respected us, so when I told them that I wanted Renzino as my boy, in the end they resigned to lose their plaything. 'You have your flock, a wise choice, anyway,' I told them with a sneer and took the boy away with me. And so Renzino became my boy.
"I knew that at times Renzino, when he thought I could not see him, also let some of my mates mount him. But after all, I didn't care so much, as he always spent the nights in my cloak. He let me lower his breeches, he let me slip my entire tool inside his hole, and only then he seemed to become alive -- he loved a lot getting fucked. He remained with me for two years. Then one day, he disappeared. He possibly got fed up with our errant life. I don't know."
Felice looked at Gaetano, smiled at him and held him tight against himself.
"I feel so good with you, Felice, really, really good..." the boy murmured and caressed the man between his legs, then said, "Not only because of this." Felice kissed him tenderly. "And tell me about the second boy?" Gaetano then asked.
"The second one... His name was Marino. He was seventeen years old. I took him as my prisoner when we attacked the caravan of the bishop of Chieti. He was a seminarian. He was beautiful like and angel. When I told him what I told you, that if he became my boy he would only have to do it with me, Marino accepted at once. He was not a greenhorn. He had already been the boy of a priest in the seminar. He was hot like a little devil. But what I didn't like in Marino, is that when we were making love, he acted like a girl... I told him, 'Look, I like boys, males, if I wanted a girl I would not have taken you!"
"What you mean, he acted like a girl?"
"Yes, while I was taking his little ass, he would say 'I'm your bitch, fuck my sweet pussy! Make your little Marina pregnant'... or similar things. When he talked about me with the others, he never said just 'Felice', as you do, no, he said 'my husband', you see... If at least he said 'my man'... well, you see? In that way he embarrassed me in front of my mates. So the others started to treat him like a woman, and they also started to tease me, like 'did you convert from boys to girls, Felice?' I got fed with his way to act, you see? So, after a few months, I told him, 'if you like so much playing a female, you could suit my mates better than me. They are craving for a girl, for a bitch, not me. I want a boy, a male in my cloak.' So he became Dart's boy, or rather, Dart's girl..." Felice said with a giggle.
"Did he dress like a woman?" Gaetano asked, amazed.
"No, 'The Passerby' would never allow that. But it was evident to everybody that he was really like a girl, in spite of his clothes. And Marino liked to tease all the men, to provoke, allure them, and at times there were also squabbles among my mates because of him. Like that time when Dart found him on all fours taking Vitale in his mouth and Gourd in his ass. He was about to pull out his knife, you know? So, in the end, 'The Passerby' decided that Marino had to go away."
"Didn't Dart oppose that?"
"First of all, nobody dares to oppose 'The Passerby'. And second, it is not that Dart cared so much for that little bitch. He liked fucking him, but after all, even if that boy played to act alike a woman, he was not a woman. And Dart likes women, so..."
"But you and your mates, you never do it among yourselves?"
"No. You see, for my mates, fucking a boy is almost like fucking a girl, but they would never do it with another man. And if my mates knew that I like sucking you cock, they would not understand they would lose their respect for me. They are not like us two. They don't know that it is also good doing it between two men, they don't understand, not at all."
"And I... do you like me?"
"I was lucky to find you, little finch. You like it, but anyway you are manly, even though you are so young, and especially here... you are a real male," he said, taking the boy's member in his hands, which at once responded with a dart. Then Felice asked him, "And do you like me?"
"You are my man!" Gaetano answered with affection, pushing himself against him and kissing him.
Felice merrily wrapped him with his body. In a while, they were again intertwined in a passionate intercourse.
Finally they reached the boundaries of Dovadola, the goal of their fast and long journey, a region they knew perfectly well. The bandits' women, reaching the region on different roads, as usual were waiting for them in various surrounding villages, where almost all of them were born.
On the first night they spent near Dovadola, when they were lying in their cloaks, naked, and caressing and kissing each other, Felice said to Gaetano in a whisper, "I've to ask you something..."
"Anything, you know you can."
"Tonight I want you... I want you to take me, little finch."
"Me? You want me to take you?"
"Yes. I never asked anybody this, any of my boys. The only one, who took me, up till now, has been my Riccardo..."
"But... why me?"
"Why? Because I feel you are different from the rest. The others stayed with me only because... well, I don't know. But they didn't really take the initiative. I mean, to them I was just... the one in command, the one who holds the knife by its handle. They did anything I asked them, every time I asked them... but they never asked me even once, as you do... with desire. You are different, and so... You are somewhat like me. You are not my Riccardo, it's true, just the same as I am not your Maso. We are like two boats going adrift, you and I, tossed about by life. But we can cling to each other as long as we have the strength, and so possibly we could better resist the waves, and the winds. Therefore, I want you to take me, if you feel like, as you told me you liked to do with your lover, as my Riccardo did with me."
"You really want it?"
"Yes, I would like it, with you."
Gaetano nodded and gently caressed the man's face, and complied with his request, with love. Yes, it was true, he was not his Tommaso. But he was his... his Felice. He was now following the man not only because he didn't know where else to go, what else to do. He now followed him because he was his man. Felice was a murderer, but he was so much better than many "respectable men". He was a bandit, but he was so better than many of his victims. And anyway, he was his man.
He didn't feel for him the love that he felt for his Tommaso, it would not be possible, but anyway, it was love of a kind. And also Felice was giving him love, even if neither of them ever uttered that word.
Afterwards Felice said, "Thank you, little finch. You really will never leave me?"
"I really never will! I feel so good with you!" Gaetano answered.
"The same here," Felice said, holding him tightly against his naked body between his arms and legs.
Gaetano kissed him and caressed him until he awakened the man's desire again. He then offered himself to Felice and they started to make love again. On the following day, Gaetano saw that a new light was shining in the eyes of his Felice, a new joy that he never noticed before. It was like a sky that was always cloudy but suddenly became limpid, serene, and luminous. Gaetano felt deeply happy for that.
A few days after, The Passerby received some great news -- a rich Hebrew from Faenza had to move to Ravenna, with all his belongings. The rumor was that he had to transport a lot of gold. And in all that area, there were no soldiers. Some of the men objected that the road did not go through mountains or forests, and it was not so very safe there was no place to hide. But The Passerby answered that he laid out his plans carefully, and therefore all was decided. This could be the best robbery of all their lives. They would move their camp to near Cotignola, and then they would go down towards Russi, in twos and threes. And there, on the road to Ravenna, they would intercept the caravan. They would then run away towards the mountain going upstream in the Ronco River, and they would vanish without leaving any track -- they were skilled in that.
Little by little, all the men were persuaded. They made their preparation, and then left Dovadola. After settling in the new camp, like on the other occasions, Gaetano was left there on watch with two other men. That time Dart and Gigi remained with Gaetano -- all the other men left. Night came, and Gaetano, tightly wrapped in his cloak, did not sleep well. He was restless, and had many strange nightmares. Finally morning came, the boy fixed some food for the two men and himself.
At a certain point Gigi asked him, "Are you worried for your man?"
Gaetano looked at him, stunned -- it was the first time that somebody hinted at their relationship explicitly. He saw that there was no mockery in the man's eyes, no despise nor irony, he simply asked that question with a kind of natural liking. So he lightly nodded.
"You'll see that everything will be fine," then Gigi said, "You'll just have to get used to waiting."
Afternoon came.
"They should have been back for a while by now..." Dart noted, looking thoughtfully at the sun.
They waited in silence, anxiously, their ears pricked to capture the faintest noise. The other times when Felice went for an ambush, the expeditions were accomplished in the span of the same day they always came back before dark. For the first time, Gaetano had to spend a night alone, and the nightmares he had made him even more agitated. Thinking back, he thought that they could be an evil omen, and he tried in vain to convince himself that there was no reason to worry, that Felice would come back to him as on all the other times, or rather, this time with more valuable booty...
It was almost the sunset when they saw somebody climbing towards them. They looked, tense, Gigi and Dart with their firelocks level and ready. It was Felice. The two men lowered their weapons, feeling relieved, and Gaetano ran towards him, festive. The man was visibly limping and leaning on his own firelock.
"Felice! Felice, what happened? Where are the others?" Gaetano asked, arriving near him, and became aware with a tremor that his man was covered in blood.
"They all were slaughtered, all of them, even the Passerby. It was a trap, an ambush. I was afraid I couldn't manage to arrive here... to come back. Run away, you too, save yourselves, there is nothing else to do, now..." he said to his two mates who rushed there, hearing the boy's yells.
The two men didn't answer but rapidly went back to the camp, where they took all what could be useful to them, and they fled towards the mountains.
"You too have to go, Tano, I'm going to see my Riccardo..."
"No, I'll not leave you. You'll recover, and..."
"No, no, it's a really bad wound..."
"Let me see."
"No. I lost a lot of blood... I'm leaving, little finch."
Gaetano burst into tears. The man let himself slip on to the ground.
"No, don't cry. I'm happy to be able to finally go to my Riccardo, to hell." Felice giggled, and then had a cough stroke and a streak of blood came down from his lips, "Listen, I have little time left, at the camp, under the stone where I usually put my cloak... The stone we used as a pillow, you know? Lift it up. There is all my gold. It's all yours. Use it wisely. Try..."
"No, I won't leave you!" Gaetano protested sorrowfully.
But his sentence, more than an assertion, was an imploration and meant "Don't leave me, you too, please!"
"It's late, I feel so tired... Take my gold I have nothing else to leave you. Good bye, little finch..."
Gaetano was cuddling his man's head that he had in his lap.
Night was coming. Felice had lost all his senses, his breathing was now a wheeze. The boy sweetly caressed the prickly cheeks of his man and inside himself he was silently begging him not to die.
Suddenly the man opened his eyes, murmured in a low voice, "Riccar..." and became stiff.
Gaetano cried, keeping still, with Felice's head still on his lap. He closed his eyelids then he slowly stood up, gently laying the man's head on the bare, hard and cold ground. He went up to the camp, looked for Felice's cloak and the stone, and under it he found the waistband with all the gold of his man sewn inside it, and he slipped it under his waistband. Then he went back to the lifeless body of his friend with the man's cloak and covered him. He bent down to kiss him on his icy forehead, and then covered his face also. And like in a trance, he went downhill, stumbling, falling down and standing up again, going down and farther down the narrow valley.
He passed Meldola, dark and silent like a cemetery, and reached the wide plain opening at the end of the valley. He looked at the sky, at the stars shining in the sky and said aloud, "No, you cannot be in hell, Felice, Riccardo! No! It would not be fair! You are up there, among the stars, near the Good Lord and near my Maso!" and he knelt in a silent prayer, then he slowly slipped on the grass at the edge of the road, and fell into a dark and empty sleep.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7
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