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 6
For Silvio and Vito a harrowing period began, relieved only by rare oases of happiness.
Silvio's sexual services to the boss were now heavier than ever. Before, in one way or the other, he managed to undergo the man's yen with some detachment and an almost mechanical efficiency, so that he could stimulate the man's enjoyment without having to prolong the acts very much. Now, instead, he was feeling all the burden and humiliation of his life. Only with great effort did he manage their sexual situations so that the boss did not feel that something had changed. Luckily, the man's callous indifference about the boy's feelings helped. Memories of the beautiful mornings he spent with Vito at his father's home, revived by sporadic encounters in the gym's sauna, were the only things that allowed him to go forward. His awareness of Vito's love - even though the two pretended indifference in the presence of others - was what gave Silvio the strength he needed.
Vito's situation was similar. Only his fear of risking harm to Silvio or his family forced him to bear that horrible situation. More and more he hated don Antony. Just thinking that the man used his boy for nothing more than a sexual device bought in a porno-shop made him feel terribly bad. Vito was wracking his brain to find a solution. That he didn't succeed made him feel powerless, useless and ever more wrathful. He began to feel that what don Antony made his Silvio undergo was being done, in effect, to himself.
Once he asked Silvio, "If I could put together two hundred, three hundred thousand dollars and would give the sum to your father, then couldn't he pay back don Antony all that he owes, and your arrangement would be over?..."
"Oh you think so? First of all, how could my father accept such a sum? From whom? From me? And how could I justify it? From you? Such a gift? Why? A loan? My father has always believed that you can't pay off one loan with another loan. And don Antony... One day he told me, 'Your father will never be able to putta together alla de money to give-a me back, never. Derefore you belonga to me forever ana nobody cana take you away froma me. You are-a mine, you willa be mine forever'. I told him, 'I'll became old, you will get tired of me', 'No,' he said, 'when I'll be eighty, you'll just be forty-five. You will still have a gooda body to fuck. Who gives a shit about your father's debt, at this point! I own you. I want you. You have-a the best ass and mouth in the world, picciotto! And you belong to me...' Therefore, my Vito, do you see..."
During one of his periodic visits to his father's home, Vito confided everything to Felice and Peter, the only friends he could trust. The two friends, alas, could offer him nothing more than understanding and sympathy. The only solution that Vito could imagine would be to get don Antony killed, but how could he do that without risking don Carmine's wrath at the very least or, worse, without starting a terrible war between the two families? He dared not even to think about that!
Vito, continuing to report to his father, tried always to show don Antony Russo under the most unfavorable light, but all he got from don Carmine was the consideration that, yes, Russo was a disagreeable person, a bastard in fact, but that he was efficient and trustworthy. Therefore, he had to remain in his place.
From time to time Sivio and Vito managed to meet alone in the penthouse gym, when they would withdraw to the small sauna and make love. On those occasions, Vito provided Silvio with all the tenderness and love that he knew the boy needed. But those were fleeting moments, rare and precious for both. Sometimes, they could do nothing because a third person was present. When the third person was Robert or Chris, they could unite in love freely since both friends shared the same contempt for the boss and were happy if Silvio cheated on him with Vito.
The two lovers continued in secret this way, except for long breaks when don Antony traveled taking his toy-boy with him. At times, Vito felt as though he were going crazy, but so strong was his character that he managed to control himself and to overcome even the darkest moments. And each time he succeeded in reuniting with his beloved Silvio, Vito felt regenerated.
Once it happened that Vito was in the gym for about ten minutes when Silvio arrived.
"I was hoping to find you here. I have about an hour. Will you come, love?" the boy asked, rapidly undressing and slipping inside the sauna.
Vito followed, ridding himself of his training clothes and reaching for a towel. At once, the two were in each other's arms, kissing.
Useless towels discarded, each dedicated himself to his partner with the accumulated passion of all the days they'd remained apart. Their bodies sought each other hungrily, thirstily. They united in a sixty-nine of such passion that both came almost at once. The briefest lull was all they needed to continue - more calmly, with more tenderness, each offering himself to the other. Fresh in their virility and their manly, yet gentle beauty, they loved reciprocally. Vito was sweetly penetrating Silvio, massaging his inner parts with that long, shivering rod which the boy relished against his prostate, when they heard the noise of the gym's door opening. In near panic, they parted, grabbed the nearby towels and sat in front of one another on two benches, trying to hide their erections. They had just sat down as a face peeped fleetingly through the small window of the sauna's door. It was Stan. After a short while, the unwelcome boy entered, wearing his towel, greeted them and went to sit near Vito. Silvio allowed a couple of minutes to pass before standing up, saying good-bye and leaving. Stan stood, to look through the small window. Turning towards Vito, he let his towel slip to the floor and showed him his erection.
"He's gone. Take me, Vito. Fuck my ass. Come on! It's been ages since the last time," he said going near Vito and opening his towel. "You're already hard... push it all inside my hole!"
"No, stop it. I don't feel like, today. Leave me alone."
"Why? I know you were having your fun with the boss's toy. So, do it with me. Come on!"
"Don't talk bullshit! Nobody dares to touch don Antony's boy! And anyway... we are not fags, are we? We both prefer girls, we have to stop doing those things."
"Let's cut this bullshit. You're a fag, and I'm a fag. I like this beautiful cock you have and the way you are able to fuck my ass. Do you know what I want? I want to suck that thing for a while, then I want you to screw it all inside my asshole! I want you to fuck me until you fuck out my soul." Suddenly, he asked, "Was he giving you head, when I interrupted you?"
"Stop it! We were doing nothing at all. I like girls, and you know it."
"Yeah, but you used to like putting it inside my ass, didn't you? And you taught me to give head. Anyway, how come you both had a hard-on? If you fuck the boss's little whore, I don't give a shit. But you have to fuck me also."
"Listen, Stan, if you are a fag, it is just your business, but I am not one. That's right, we had our fun, you and I, because I didn't have a girl available back then. But now I have one, so it's over between us. Now that I have my woman, a real bombshell, I don't give a shit about a boy."
"Vito, I need cock!"
"Then look for somebody else. It shouldn't be difficult, with that nice ass you have!" Vito said sharply and left the sauna.
Stan was furious. He wanted Vito, he wanted to bend him to his will. Just because he was don Carmine's son, the bastard thought he could do as he pleased, but he was wrong, really wrong! Stan fumed, "I'll show him." He wanted revenge. An idea suddenly occurred to the outraged boy. He dressed and went to the hall to wait for his father to come out of don Antony's studio.
"So you're already here, Stan? I'll go just a moment downstairs, then we can go. Just thirty more minutes, all right?"
"Sure dad, there's no hurry."
As soon as Joe Greco went away, Stan knocked at don Antony's door.
"Come-a in!"
"I'm sorry, don Antony, I don't know if this is a good time..."
"Ah, that's you, Stan. What's up?"
"I have a request to ask you..."
"Tell me, picciotto."
"It's a private matter..." he said, turning with his head towards Silvio who was sitting in a corner of the studio.
"OK... Silvio, out." The man said.
"Well, don Antony, nine is not really a request. You know that we Grecos always have been faithful and devoted..."
"That'sa true. So what?"
"Well, I know you care about the picciotto who just went out... you have always him at your side..."
"Silvio? Yes, I care... he is like-a my son," the man said with an ironic smile.
"Exactly. Thats's why I feel it's my duty to warn you... to tell you... Even if it is not easy..."
"Well? What's up?"
"Well, I was in the gym, and Silvio was in the sauna with Vito Musante, and Mr. Musante... how can say I say it... was taking advantage of your Silvio."
"What! What are you saying? Are you sure?"
"Yes, sir... I saw them with these eyes. Vito Musante once tried it with me... He's a goddam faggot from head to toe."
"And he was taking Silvio?"
"Yes, he was using the boy like a girl, if you see what..."
"Oh? You dida da right ting to warn me. You're a good picciotto. I'll remember you. Get Silvio ina here right now. And don't you tell anybody about dis, understand? Do I make-a myself clear?"
"Yes sir, don Antony. I'll keep it to myself."
When Silvio re-entered the studio, don Antony said nothing. He simply stood up, closed the door and locked it. Silvio understood, lowered his trousers and underpants and took his position. Don Antony fucked him with vigor, almost with violence, as if to reaffirm his ownership.
When he was sated, don Antony said, "Look, if Joe isa still here. If he didn't leave, tell him I need him."
"Immediately, don Antony." Silvio answered, then adjusted his clothes and went out.
When Joe was in the boss's studio, the man said him, "Vito Musante has to disappear. It's gotta look like an accident, so you gotta organize everything to perfection."
"Vito Musante? Forgive me, don Antony, but... He is a Musante, and his family..."
"Even if he wasa God da Father ina person, he'sa gotta disappear! You hear me? And ifa it's an accident, his family cana only curse their bad luck. Do da job well, with no hurry, with no traces. I trusta you. I don'ta care about da details. I just wanna him to die."
"All right, as you want, don Antony. Rely on me."
"Yeah, anda one more thing. I wanna the sauna in my gym rebuilt. Geta somebody to dismantle it immediately and have-a da technician bring his catalogs of da newest and besta saunas. But have da old one taken out now. I can't stand it no more."
"All right, don Antony. Any more orders?"
"No, you can go, Joe."
Don Antony didn't think for a moment of taking revenge on Silvio. One doesn't punish an object. After all, the boy was carrying out his duty. Moreover, the boss knew it was not convenient for him to get rid of the boy. And all considered, he was not really interested in the shop -- it represented just a miserable sum in his budget. But a boy with which amuse himself without problems, always ready and "wanting" to please him, that he could use when and where he most liked, that was hard to replace. Anyway, first of all, he had to take away the possibility he could have fun behind his back, and then he had to get rid of the viper that Musante had put on his bosom. Two birds with one stone.
Silvio and Vito were totally unaware of the storm that was preparing to burst over their heads. When they saw workers dismantling the sauna, they understood that their secret meetings would be impossible for a while but took heart over the potential of the new sauna that would be in place soon, so that they could resume then. For some days they only managed to exchange a few, hurried words, but circumstances never allowed them to able to be alone.
Meanwhile Joe was organizing the accident in which Vito was meant to die. For this, he involved Willy Parker, Chris D'Angelo and Jerry Mattoli. The plan was to tamper with the automatic system controlling the doors and windows of Vito's car, so that once locked they could be opened only from outside with the key, and to tamper with the brakes so that, in case of an investigation, they would seem naturally worn and torn. Then, on the occasion of Vito's first trip back home, using some cars and a truck, Vito's car would be forced off of the road so that it would plunge into Lake Michigan. The brakes would not work, the doors and windows would not open and Vito would be drowned like a rat before anybody could rescue him. The tampering with Vito's car had to be done during the night before his departure, in the underground garage, Chris being charged with the task of having it "modified" in the right way. The other vehicles involved in the accident needed to be "clean" cars - not stolen - and the truck's driver would have to be sent abroad so that neither the police or the Musantes could find him. The drivers of the other cars, who had to "witness" the accident and "try to rescue" Vito, necessarily had to be "respectable" people, with no traceable connections to the Russos, but fully trustworthy. Willy had to find the truck driver and the witnesses and Jerry had to communicate the date, the time table and the routes of Vito's trips.
Chris started at once to locate the experts for his job, but he first confided in Robert.
"I have to carry out my job in the best way possible, but... What do you think, should we warn Vito or not?"
"I don't know. I don't understand why my father wants him dead. He said nothing about it to me."
"Don't you think that, somehow, he discovered what's been going on between Vito and Silvio?"
"It could be... Oh, shit, yes! I now understand why he had the sauna dismantled and why he still hasn't decided to choose the new model! That's where Vito and Silvio... What a son of a bitch, my father!"
"Yes... it's so... What do you think we should do?"
"You, carry out your job the best way you can, so that they cannot suspect you if something doesn't work right. And be careful never to be caught talking in secret with Vito. I'll warn him. Holy shit, if I can cheat on my father...by saving Vito's life, it would be real fun!"
Thus, as soon as Robert was alone with Vito, he warned his friend about the plot.
Vito listened in silence, then said, "Thank you, Robert. I'll never forget what you are doing for me."
"What are you thinking of doing now? You could decide at the last moment not to use your car, but then my father would just try again, and I might not be in a position to help you a second time. Wouldn't it be better for you just to leave us and to go back to your father for good?"
"I can't decide to leave. That depends on my father. Anyway I have no intention to leave Silvio. I'll find some solution. Thank you, for now."
"Be careful..."
"Don't doubt it. Anyway, the fact that he needs to have it look like an accident, puts him at a disadvantage. Thank you."
"What will you do, then?"
"I don't yet know. I'll think about. Just... Silvio must not hear about this problem, promise me!"
"Sure, I agree. Best wishes."
With due wariness and prudence, Vito went to a public telephone. Using his father's secret number, he told him about the outrage that don Antony was mounting against him.
"What you are-a telling me isa serious... Are-a you sure?"
"Yes, of course. What do you want me to do, now?"
"Nothing. I'lla provide. When all isa ready I'll call you, telling you toa come home. You will leave witha your car. Just drive carefully. Don'ta let anybody follow you while ina town. Then go to Felipe Sanchez's garage ona Lake Drew. You know wherea it is, don't you?"
"Yes, dad."
"Meet Mike Larriaga there and he willa tell you whata I decided. Don't worry, picciotto, nothing will happen to you. And don Antony will nota try that a second time."
"I'm not afraid, dad."
"I know. Take care."
Vito went back to the Russo's penthouse and, as if nothing had happened, resumed his usual life. All seemed to proceed in the utmost normality. Vito's biggest burden was that he could not risk any form of private contact with Silvio. Moreover don Antony seemed not to part from his toy-boy for more than ten minutes at a time. The young man's occasional visits home were stopped altogether.
Three days later, Vito's father called, talked business with don Antony as if everything were normal, then asked to talk with his son, to whom he simply said, "We are-a waiting fora you at home. Leave tomorrow morning. Dere isa no hurry, so don'ta run ona de way home."
Vito understood that his father was ready. Of course he couldn't talk clearly at the phone but, on the following morning, he would meet his brother-in-law Mike and then he would know. He was safe, but what to do for his Silvio? He could not, he didn't want to abandon his beloved. "One problem at a time," he told himself.
On the following morning, after saying farewell with don Antony, who even gave him a present for his father, he left. He ascertained he was not followed and went to Felipe's garage at Lake Drew. There he met Mike, and a man who bore an astounding resemblance to himself.
"Look, he is your double. And he is a skilled scuba diver. He will use this car, which is identical to yours. My men are already swapping the license plates. He will let them push him into the lake. Our men will be waiting for them all long the road. They will intercept the truck driver and the witnesses soon after the accident and make them spit out the truth. Felipe will check your car to see where and how it had been sabotaged. You will come with me in my car. Nobody will see you leave Chicago. If everything turns out to be as you told your father, this will be the end for don Antony. Now I'll take you home, your father is waiting for you. We will take the internal road."
"I would have liked to see to my own... death. Are you sure that my double can save himself?"
"Sure, the doors will open and he'll use that scuba gear he hid under the seat. He'll go down with the car, then he'll swim underwater to another point of the lake. He is an expert scuba diver, don't worry."
"Wouldn't it be strange if the truck driver and the witnesses disappear after the accident?"
"One more puzzle to solve for don Antony. We will move before he can understand what's happening. As soon as we are safe. Our men are already here in Chicago, ready for a signal."
"In the Russo's clan there are three people I owe my life to. I don't want any harm to come to them.
"All right. Who?"
"Robert Russo, Sivio Di Stefano and Chris D'Angelo."
"I'll give orders for this. We will do no harm to any of them. We are interested only in don Antony."
They left in Mike's car. Its darkened windows prevented anyone's seeing Vito from outside. When they reached his father's villa, Vito was informed that the accident had already happened. His car had been checked and they found the tampering exactly as Vito told. The truck driver and the witnesses had been captured and already were spitting out the truth. His double had no problem. Don Antony's hours were numbered.
Vito told his father he wanted to go back to the Russo's. His father didn't agree. "Why?" he wanted to know.
Vito told him, "In this way they cannot connect our revenge with you. Moreover, because there is a person I want to take away from there, I must go."
"Who's thisa person? Why are-a you so interested ina him, or her?"
"He is a picciotto. He helped me. I want to help him, now. He's in terrible danger. I don't need a lot of time, just enough to find some compromising documents, then take him away. I don't want don Antony's men to take revenge on him."
"I don'ta know... at thisa point the accident happened..."
"Not officially, from what I understand. The cars, the truck and their drivers did just disappear, didn't they? Therefore I didn't have any accident, so I will just go back as if nothing happened. With my car, the real one, tampered with by them. They will think that something didn't work. They will try again. But before they can, you will get rid of don Antony and I will move."
"It coulda be done. How comes dat you care so much fora dat picciotto? What isa he for you?"
"My best friend. I want to pull him out of trouble."
"It's a dangerous game, but... all right."
"Will you tell me the day of the execution?"
"No. It cana be any day, from now on."
"Good. I'll go back to Chicago tomorrow, then. Give orders so that today and tomorrow your men will not move."
"Okay, Vito."
"And... after you get rid of don Antony, have you decided who to replace him with?"
"Hisa son Daniel, I think."
"Wouldn't Robert serve better as a replacement?"
"He isa son number three, so I don'ta think it woulda be easy. We have rules to follow. But I'll think abouta your suggestion."
The day after this conversation, Vito drove back to Chicago in his own car, discretely escorted by the Musante men. He was careful to have the windows down, so that he could eventually open the car from the outside when he had to get out. Reaching the Russo's garage, he asked the technician to check what happened to his car doors which had ceased to work... When he arrived upstairs in the Russo's penthouse, nobody shoved any sign of amazement. He talked briefly with don Antony handing him a present from his father. When Robert saw him, asked him why he came back.
"I have to do something for Silvio."
"But my father will try to kill you again. I don't understand why the accident didn't happen. There's been no word about the witnesses or the truck driver. They've disappeared... My father ordered a search to find them. He is mad - furious, particularly with Joe Greco."
"I don't mind the risk I'm taking."
"You really are in love with that boy, aren't you?"
"Yes, and he is with me. Listen, your father has some documents that keep Silvio in a kind of double bondage to him. As long as your father has those documents, Silvio is his prisoner."
"I can't get them for you. My brothers and I are the only ones other than my father who know the combination of his safe. Not even Greco knows it. Daniel is absent, he is at your father's place. Matt comes and goes, but now he's not at home either... If he were to discover those documents missing, my father would suspect me at once. And I couldn't justify why I took them..."
"I'm not asking you to do that. I'll find a solution."
Two days later, at night, while don Antony was coming out from his restaurant in Windsor Park, two gangs of hoodlums, one of black youths and the other of Puerto Ricans, had a showdown and don Antony found himself caught between them and was riddled with shots. In the melee, his men killed five youths of the two gangs, while the others ran away. Taken immediately to the nearest hospital, don Antony died as the doctors and nurses were doing their best to save him. Silvio had been brushed by a bullet but had only a superficial wound to his arm. Joe's call from the hospital woke Robert and the others.
Urgently, Vito took Robert aside and told him, "Your father is dead. Now open his safe, before going to the hospital. Please!"
"You... it was all organized by your father, wasn't it?"
"Possibly. I can't say for sure. But I need you to open the safe for me - now, quickly!"
"Why not. Come on."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No. My father got what he deserved. But... my advice is -- take the documents and run for your life. This will get tracked back to you and there'll be war. I won't be able to protect you." He opened the safe and stood aside.
"First, I'll go to the hospital with you. But I have to get Silvio. Absolutely!"
"All right. Did you find the documents?"
"Yes, here they are... Here's everything Silvio told me about."
"Good, let me close it. Now let's go to the hospital."
"Robert, my dad knows that you helped save my life. No harm will be done to you."
"If my brothers decide to make war against the Musante clan, I have to take their side. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do. I'll tell it to my dad and he will understand, too."
They went to the hospital.
Vito at once singled out Silvio, went near to him and whispered, "When you see me going to the elevator, come over immediately. I'll take you away."
"You take me away? You know that I can't..."
"I have all of your documents with me now. Everything is OK. The others can't do anything to the shop. I have everything with me - the loan documents and your contract. Everything, don't you get it? Your dad and you are finally free. You're out of it, believe me."
"Oh my God. I trust you. Thank you."
When Joe and Robert entered the room where don Antony's corpse was, Vito headed towards the elevator, at once followed by Silvio. Once on the street, they took a taxi to Felipe's garage. There Vito asked for a custom-built car and went to Sven's house. Silvio's brother-in-law, dazed and worried by that unforeseen visit in the deep of night, listened as he was told that the documents in the bank were no longer useful, that there was no time to explain anything more, but not to worry if, for some weeks or even months, he didn't receive any news. Sven nodded in assent, embraced Silvio and wished him the best, even if he couldn't understand what was happening.
Then they left in a hurry, driving to Wisconsin, to the Musante's villa. Along the way Vito told Silvio about the attempt to murder him and about the reason for don Antony's death.
"While we were waiting for Robert and you," Silvio responded, "I heard Joe saying that the showdown of those two gangs didn't convince him, that it was just a stunt. I think that he guessed the truth, even if he never named your family."
"If and when he ever knows that we did it, the two of us will be in a safe place."
"Wouldn't your family find my presence odd? Wouldn't we have to continue to meet in secret like before?"
"No. I've decided to give up this sort of life, to start from zero with you. I have a project in mind... Would you come to New Zealand with me?"
"Why to New Zealand?"
"I've been thinking about it for a while. Down there neither the Musante nor the Russo have contacts of any kind. We will go there with fake documents and we will start a new life together. Are you game?"
"Sure I am!"
"Will it be hard for you to live so far apart from your family?"
"I already met with then so seldom... Now that I know they don't face any more risks, I am only interested in being with you, finally in peace. What will we do there?"
"I have a lot money in the bank. We will start something together to earn a living. We will think about it during the journey."
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER SEVEN
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