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
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"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 5
Vito, after that evening when he had impulsively confessed his love to Silvio, felt his sentiments for the boy growing and strengthening. And now, the thought that don Antony was using his Silvio, whom he felt was somehow "his" despite their contacts were limited to a single, light caress on a cheek and to squeezing a hand in the car, made him feel ill.
About ten days later, he saw Silvio going to the gym and followed him at once. As the door closed, Silvio, who was already changing, saw Vito and gave him a weak smile. The young man drew near, took the boy in his arms, then kissed him. Caught unaware, Silvio returned the kiss, then shuddered, but pushed away almost violently.
"You fool! Anybody can see us!"
"Not in the sauna. There we can be safe."
"No, it's too dangerous... and mainly for you. Really. I don't want to."
"Silvio..."
"No, Vito... but I do nothing but think of you..."
"I, too. I'm becoming crazy thinking how you're being exploited by that..."
"Shush! Don't even name him."
"Come to the sauna, Silvio. Please?"
"No... I would'nt be able to resist you... it's better to do nothing... for neither of us to start. I wish you didn't even know me."
"But I do, and I love you."
"Vito... please. Don't make my life even harder than it is. Go away from here, or I have to leave."
"It would be strange, wouldn't it? They could suspect something, if one of us went out just after coming here."
"Possibly... God, how much I hate them. Everybody!"
"Everybody?"
"Not you, you know that..."
"How about Robert and Chris? They are not your enemies. On the contrary..."
"Maybe. Anyway they are strangers to me. You..."
"I?"
"Vito, I like you, I desire you... I am possibly falling in love with you and that scares me. I can't be in love with anybody, and that's a fact."
"We will find a way out..."
"And what? Run away? So he ruins my father, and we would have to hide for the rest of our lives, because he will seek his revenge... No, let things go as they have to. It is a lot better. If you really are in love with me, if you really want to help me, then forget me, leave me alone."
"You are cruel."
"Life is cruel."
"I want to kiss you again..."
"I want it, too. But then... It's better to listen to me."
"I want to touch you..."
"Don't come nearer... please... please..." Silvio murmured and tears flooded his eyes.
Vito stopped, nonplused, then murmured: "Forgive me, baby. I'm a selfish man. I won't touch you. I promise I won't touch you, but don't cry. Please, not because of me."
"It will be better if we train a little, now..." Silvio said with a tired voice, drying his tears.
"Yes..."
They went to the machines without another word, without looking at each other, both trying not to think. However, it was not easy. Each of them felt the presence of the other and suffered for the other's suffering.
After a while Silvio stood up and went in the stall to take a shower, dressed and went out murmuring a "ciao" full of sweetness, that penetrated straight into Vito's heart.
He saw Silvio every day, at the meals or in the corridors of the penthouse, but they exchanged not a word, nor made any sign. Nothing - because they were always under the eyes of somebody else.
They met again, accidentally, one morning a couple of weeks later, alone in the elevator. Silvio brushed Vito's hand with his and smiled. He returned the smile, uncertain. Silvio took Vito's hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. Vito caressed his face, then drew nearer and kissed him on the mouth. Silvio returned the kiss then pushed him gently away, pointing at the floor light -- they were arriving at the underground garage. The doors opened. There were two waiting cars. Silvio got in don Antony's, Vito in that of Matt Russo. They left. The purpose was a visit to one of the family properties to solve a problem that a certain politician was causing. He had to be stopped, and they had the means to, but they had to plan the way carefully. They crossed the Loop and drove toward the night club on Blue Island where the meeting was to be held.
Once inside, the men discussed the problem. They assessed several ways of blocking the action of that politician - blackmail was one, as they had videos showing the man in an S&M orgy with three prostitutes paid by the Russos; another was to threaten his children's safety; still another, to threaten him physically; or to tempt him through some form of financial corruption. They eliminated the last possibility, no one being certain the man would sell himself. Furthermore, it might cost too much. They also discarded the possibility of direct threats because he served on the Anti-Mafia Commission and was too well protected by the police. Discussing the two remaining possibilities, they decided to use both at once. Daniel was charged to carry out the blackmail and Joe Greco the threats to the man's children -- a demonstrative, thirty-minute kidnapping of just one, the seven-year-old daughter, after which she would be freed with an anonymous message of warning, to which would follow a personal contact. These tasks had to be carried out leaving no trace, in the event the politician reported either or both to the police or to the FBI.
Don Antony didn't fear the FBI so much -- two of Musante's men worked in its Chicago bureau at a level high enough to be able to warn him in time and to help avert inquiries as they had in other cases. As for the police, there were seven or eight officers on the Russos' payroll, but none in a key position. They were useful only to inform him about forthcoming raids or searches. Therefore, in case of a report, it had to be impossible to follow a trail to the Russos. The law would of course suspect it was them, but they must be unable to find any evidence of that.
Vito, who took part in the entire discussion, imagined trying to set up don Antony by unveiling all the plans to the politician, but he didn't know the details of the action left to Daniel and to Joe Greco. Further, he feared the reaction of his father who might, in one way or another, come to know what he had done. However, Vito's overriding concern was how to free Silvio and the only idea that occurred - and recurred - to him was to kill don Antony. But how?
At a certain point in the discussion, don Antony stood up and said: "Continue amonga yourselves. De essential points are-a set. Later you tella me youra conclusions. I'ma gonna relax a while."
While he was going out, he called "Silvio!" Vito instantly understood that the old pig wanted to fuck the boy - and he hated the man even more ferociously. Watching them disappear behind a door, he instinctively brushed the butt of the pistol he had under his armpit, then slowly moved away his hand, almost reluctantly.
After forty five minutes, don Antony was back, a satisfied expression on his face, followed by Silvio, serious and impenetrable as always.
"Aaah! There isa nothin' better thana halfa hour in horizontal to find back one's energies!" the man said, buttoning his double-breasted jacket.
Vito cast a sidelong glance at the boy and saw him, his head straight up, looking at the others with a proud air, as if nothing happened. If the others knew what happened between the man and the boy, they pretended not to know. The boss's bed business concerned none of his men. It always has been so in all the families and clans, and it was much more so with don Antony.
One day, don Antony suddenly had to be admitted to a hospital to undergo emergency surgery for a gastric ulcer which had been neglected earlier. Knowing that, during the early stages of his recuperation, he would be unable to have sex, he authorized the boy to spend that period with his family, ready to be summoned back as soon as the man could resume his normal activities. Silvio left the hospital at once and went straight out to his father's house.
Vito, concerned at his love's absence from the penthouse, expressed his concern to Robert who told him where the boy was. Consulting the telephone book, Vito found only one Benito Di Stefano and decided to drive to Silvio's home to meet him. Reaching the address, he singled out the four story building where the Di Stefanos were living and parked. For a moment, he was uncertain whether to ring or to wait but, when he realized that perhaps the boy wouldn't come out of the house for hours, he left his car and approached the entrance. He rang the bell and the street door was open. He went up the stairs, checking the names on each door until he came upon a half open door and a young man looking at him.
"Di Stefano?" Vito asked with a smile.
"Who are you? What do you want?" the young man asked.
"I am a friend of Silvio's. Where he works, they told me he was at home for a few days..."
"Yes, but right now he's at Dad's shop. I'm going there. It's not far. If you want to wait a moment, we can go there together."
"All right, thank you."
"Come in. I have to change clothes, then we can go."
"Sure."
That had to be the older brother... what was his name? Giacomo, Giovanni... no, Giuseppe.
"You are his brother Giuseppe, aren't you?"
"Yes. Did Silvio tell you about me?"
"He did, and about his sister and his brother-in-law..."
"We hardly ever get to see him. I mean, we don't see him any more. Work seems to take up all his time. He looks tired, tense... He's not really the Silvio he was two years ago before he started this job."
"That's when I met him, about two years ago, at the beginning of his job. What was he like, before?"
"Great! Happy. Full of life - like a regular sixteen-year-old kid. Only now... now he seems more like a grownup. I was impressed. He says he's well, and he wears expensive clothes. Yes... he misses nothing, as he says, but... Do you work with him? Are you one of the Russos' men?"
"No, I am a guest and a kind of... freelancer. But I didn't yet introduce myself. My name is Vito Musante."
"Musante? Of the Musante of..."
"Yeah, the same. For two years I have been a guest of don Antony Russo..."
"Forgive me, don Vito, I didn't know... I didn't offer you anything..."
"You don't need to call me don Vito. I'm just twenty-three years old. Call me just by my name, please. How old are you?"
"Twenty, almost twenty-one. Two more than Silvio. Here, I'm ready. If you want to go..."
Reaching the shop, Giuseppe greeted Maria and Sven, who were at the counters. Vito asked him not to introduce him as a Musante.
"Dad and Silvio?"
"They went down to the bar for a little while. They'll be back soon."
"This is a friend of Silvio's who wants to see him..."
"Ah. Well, take him to Tony's Bar."
"It's OK, I can wait here..."
"No, so at least I can offer you something..."
When they entered the bar, Silvio looked with surprise at Vito entering with his brother. They approached the table where Benito sat with his son.
"Sorry, Silvio, I heard you were back home and thought I'd drop by. May I steal a few minutes from your family? There are a couple of things I need to talk with you about work..."
"What work? Oh yeah, I understand. Sure. Go back to the shop with Giuseppe, Dad. I'll be there soon." He turned to Vito, "May I offer you something?"
Silvio's father and his brother said good bye and went out.
Then Vito said, "Forgive me, but I couldn't resist. I mean, I thought we could finally talk in peace. I don't want to steal you from your family, I understand that you want to be with them, but... we may never again have such an occasion... But, if you want me to leave, I can go immediately. I don't want to bother you... God, I'm babbling!"
"You surprised me, but I'm happy. I guess nobody knows you are here."
"Of course not. I found the address in the telephone book, and had the chance to meet your brother who was at home. I didn't know the address of the shop."
"You were lucky. When he comes back from the University he stops at home to change and goes to the shop to help."
"That young man behind the counter is your sister's husband, isn't he? The one who has all your papers in his bank, right?"
"Yes, the same."
"Your family, they all seem so likable."
"They love me. And I love them."
"It has to be why I like them, then."
Silvio smiled and said, "It's beautiful what you said."
"Now I see how much these days at home will do you good. If only 'that one' would die during his operation!"
"No hope for that. Not even the devil wants that bastard."
"I'll go now. You need your time with your family. I'm happy I saw you once out of there -- you already seem different."
"Different?"
"More spontaneous, more relaxed... You know, Giovanni finds that you've changed a lot..."
"Giuseppe, you mean. Yes, he told me so. Unhappily they know me well, I can't pretend with them."
"At least with them... and with me, you can stop pretending."
"I want to tell you something, before you leave..."
"Yes?"
"It helps me a lot knowing that I have you, inside there, I have to tell you. You are important to me. Like a sun ray in a prison cell."
"I would like to be a full sun, for you."
"I know. Thank you so much. Anyway I'm content with a ray. It's a lot better than the deep dark of before."
"I'll go, now. I've already stolen too much time from you."
"Will you come to see me again?"
"If you want me to, gladly."
"Can you, the day after tomorrow, in the morning?"
"Sure. What time? Where?"
"At home, at eight 'o clock. Everybody goes out. Dad takes Rosanna and Angelina to school then goes to fetch Maria and Sven. Giuseppe goes to the university. I'll say I want to sleep some more and that I'll meet them later, for lunch. I'll wait for you around eight-thirty, OK?"
"I'll come, for sure. If there's a mishap I'll call you."
"Do you have the number?"
"It's in the telephone book."
"Thank you, Vito."
"Thanks to you... Silvio."
They parted. Vito walked to Silvio's house and with his car took the Loop and went back to the Russo's penthouse.
The day after, although he was busy, passed terribly slowly. Daniel had installed himself in his father's studio and took care of the family business, assisted by Joe.
In the afternoon, while Vito was leaving the gym, he crossed paths with Stan.
The boy asked him, "Can't you stay a while longer?"
"I'm busy, I'm sorry."
"I wish you would. These days, my father's visits here last longer than usual and so..."
"I'm sorry, Stan. Really sorry. I'm very busy, and I've got to go"
"Don't ... don't you want me any more?"
"I've got a very demanding girlfriend, you see..." Vito said winking.
The boy sketched a smile and said, with a dissatisfied tone, "I see. Girls above all, of course."
"Sure. We are not fags, you and I."
"Sure, we aren't... But if... in the next days... I'll be here often..."
"We'll see, but it might be difficult. Ciao, Stan."
He felt a little badly to disappoint the boy, but he couldn't help it. Rather, it would have been better if his story with Stan ended at this point. Anyway he felt no remorse toward the boy. Theirs had been some nice episodes in a sex story that suited both. Stan and his pretense of not being gay!
On the following morning at six o'clock Vito was already awake. He showered, carefully shaved, and after having tried and discarded two or three suits, he donned simpler casual but elegant clothes. At last satisfied, he looked at his watch -- seven-fifteen. He went downstairs and got in his car. At five before eight he was already near Silvio's house. He made a turn and cruised the side streets to avoid the risk of being seen and recognized by Silvio's relatives. Again time seemed never to pass. Finally, at twenty-two past eight, he parked near Silvio's house. He rang the door bell and went upstairs. Silvio was waiting for him at the door, smiling.
God! That smile!
"Come in..."
"I'm a little early..."
"So much the better. Do you want some real Italian coffee? I was just preparing some..."
"Thank you."
"Come to the kitchen."
Silvio bustled with an old coffeepot, put it on the gas, took out two small cups and the sugar. Vito looked at him, at how he moved. Every gesture was fast, efficient. How much he liked that boy! - especially in the glossy, thin, turquoise colored fabric of the track suit that fit him so perfectly. It was just right for his complexion and hair color. Vito's feelings rose as the coffee gurgled. Silvio stirred the dark liquid with a small spoon then poured it in the two small cups. They sipped silently. Then Silvio took Vito's hand and caressed it lightly.
"I'm happy you are here... we can be together without worries, safely... we can chat quietly..."
"I feel... stirred up."
"Yes... I understand. I am, too. I was longing for my family to leave... I was checking my watch so often..."
"I was here before eight. I rode around and around in my car waiting for the right time. It seemed endless..."
"But now... you are here, Vito. We are at last together."
"I... I love you, Silvio."
"I know. I, too, love you, Vito."
"What can we do?"
"Nothing, unhappily. Just wait... but God knows how long."
Vito lightly caressed the boy's face and his neck. Silvio closed his eyes, savoring that shy, sweet caress. Vito's hand slipped under the track suit collar and caressed a shoulder, then the chest. Silvio shuddered and emitted a soft sigh. They drew nearer. Their mouths met in a kiss, at first light, then more and more intimate, deep, passionate. They stood up and their bodies brushed, touched, pressed one against the other, and they embraced. They caressed through their clothes. Soon each felt with his body the erection of the other.
"Come..." Silvio whispered and guided him, holding his hand. He took him to his bedroom. They slipped to the bed, still dressed, and caressed again for a long while, kissing each other. Their hands became gradually more daring and found the way to slip under the clothes and caress the naked skin of their chests, their backs, their sides.
"Undress me, Vito..."
"I... are you sure you want it?"
"Yes. And I want to undress you."
"We don't need to do... everything. It's already like a dream just being with you this way..."
"Undress me. Nobody ever did it... with desire. I feel I will enjoy it... I desire it..."
Vito slowly undressed him. Little by little, he unveiled the beautiful body and looked at its nudity with adoring eyes - eyes filled with love, with sweet desire.
"My God, how you're looking at me! Oh, Vito, the way your eyes caress me gives me shivers!"
"I love you, Silvio."
"I can see it... feel it... It's wonderful."
When the boy was completely naked, Vito caressed him lightly, for a long while, all over. Silvio started to undress his partner and, as he gradually uncovered Vito's lithe body, he began to press his lips to it, to stroke it with his fingers and to tease it with the tip of his tongue. That slow, wonderful ritual made Vito shudder. But when Silvio's lips met his erect member, Vito jolted back.
"No... not there..."
"Why?"
"I'll do it to you, but you... I don't want you have to do what he..."
"Shush! It's different, don't you understand? I desire doing it to you, it's me who desires it, do you understand? Because doing it to you is love. It's is like... purifying myself. And I also want, later, for you to take me. I want it because you'll take me with love, because at least I can feel that I'm yours... And because it might be the only time I can do it out of love. Don't deny me that, please..."
"Whatever you want, my sweet Silvio. But remember -- with me you only ave to do what you really want. For me, I only want to give you pleasure, to make you happy. My pleasure doesn't matter at all."
"It doesn't for you, but it does for me. Don't worry, don't think of anybody else. At last, we're together. Let's enjoy that."
Forgetting everything and everybody, they made love slowly, leisurely in fact - savoring the union they had desired so long, so hopelessly, and which now was so incredibly beautiful. They merged in all the possible ways, without limits, giving of themselves completely. Each looked for signs of approaching orgasm on the other's face and relished his pleasure.
When at last sated, they relaxed, it was almost one 'o clock. Silvio was lying between Vito's arms and legs, somewhat curled, his cheek on his friend's chest. Vito caressed him lightly, almost cuddling him.
"It has been so wonderful, Vito. The best thing of all my life. Thank you... for your love."
"Thank me? I should thank you! This has been the most beautiful time of my life." He paused, "But now I have to ask... when can we be together again? When?"
"As long as I stay here at home, on these mornings, I'll wait for you... they all will be ours, except Sunday. But on Sunday you can come to have lunch with us, promise? So we can at least see each other all the same."
"Yes, sure. But... but then?"
"I'll come to the sauna as you asked me... we will find a way. Now, I can't do without you!"
"And I can't live without you. But... just knowing that you're in the hands of that... drives me crazy. It really drives me crazy!"
"You know that there is no solution, my love. You know it. It hurts me, but it is so, unhappily. And don't think of doing anything foolish. We'd get parted, or even killed. I believe there is a justice, a superior being. Something will happen, you'll see. We just must be patient, my love."
"My father raised me to be a man of action, so not being able to do something for you - you whom I love - is the most horrible thing in my life. I... I..."
"And I? What sort of a guy am I?"
Vito sweetly smiled, took Silvio's chin and, tilting it upward, kissed him gently. "You? You're the most wonderful thing in all my life!"
They met every day, for nine days. Then the feared telephone call came, and Silvio had to go back to don Antony and resume his role of a boy-toy.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER SIX
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