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 7
Having reached his father's villa, Vito introduced Silvio to the family and asked that he be given a room in the guest wing. Then, after talking with his father about don Antony's death and about its immediate, foreseeable consequences, he looked for Felice and Peter. Once alone with his two friends, he detailed all the recent events about himself and Silvio, then asked their help to move to New Zealand with his lover.
"It won't be easy at all, doing such a thing, hiding from your father. I'll help you, sure," Peter said, "but... wouldn't it be easier if you talked directly with don Carmine? He could do a lot more for you than both of us together..."
Felice spoke up, "Come on, Peter, you know him, don't you? If our boss knew about Vito and Silvio... just like about you and me... he's an old-fashioned man. He would never accept such a thing, so forget about him... God forbid! The biggest problem is to get the fake documents for you both. I mean, they aren't really hard for us to get, but it'll be tricky without your father finding out about it... If we just could buy the fake documents outside the family's circuit, it would be safer. All we can do is try. But..."
"You'll help me, won't you?" Vito asked.
"You know we will. After all, we're friends. Your Silvio seems a very nice boy. How is he in bed? Is he good?" Peter asked.
"He's a dream - above all because we are in love. We really love each other..." Vito answered with gleaming eyes.
"Yeah. Well, you stirred up a helluva big hornet's nest for him. He has to be more than worthy, that kid." Felice said.
"I'd do it again a thousand times. I had to take him away from that pig don Antony."
"Damn, the kid really conquered you, didn't he?" Peter asked with a smile.
"He's no longer a kid. He's nineteen, now. For three years he has been the toy-boy of that goddam pig. But don Antony has paid for it, at last. So, to hell with that for now. Tell me, you two, how are you doing? Has either of you found a steady?"
"No way. Mostly we play around together, as in the good old times. Felice has half a crush on a Japanese waiter at a nearby restaurant, the Sayonara, but they can seldom meet because they have to hide from the boss and also from the boy's father, the poor things. You know how it is for us who work at the direct orders of don Carmine. And as for me, I don't have a boyfriend right now. But I can tell you something interesting that we've discovered. Did you know that your brother Stefano has a boyfriend?"
"Stefano? Do you mean that he's gay, too? I can't believe that! Come on, it's not possible!"
"No, I'm not telling you he's gay. Rather, I believe your brother is bisexual. I happened to have sex a couple of times with a hot stud who was working at the Blue Bell. You know where it is, don't you?"
"Yeah. So?"
"Well, that boy is no longer working there, because he became your brother's personal valet and lives in his house." Felice explained.
"That doesn't mean a thing. You're full of shit," Vito objected.
"No way. I know what I'm talking about. I did it with the guy again - since he's been working for Stefano... and he told me that, now and then, Stefano does it with him, that he hired the boy exactly for that purpose. So then I thought that, when the day comes that Stefano will be boss, Peter and I could at last live our lives safely. What do you think? Each of us can have his boyfriend and live with him without too many problems."
"Why, are you tired of me already?" Peter asked jokingly.
"No, it's not that. You know that I still like doing it with you. I think you have no doubts about that..."
"Yes, I know, I was just pulling your leg. But, no matter how fine we are together, I'd like to have my own boyfriend and a life without problems."
"Possibly your nice little Japanese," Felice smiled maliciously.
"Possibly, why not?" Peter answered, smiling at his turn.
"So, you're sure Stefano is bisexual... Maybe he can understand me now, and perhaps... He's always been good to me - ever since childhood. Maybe I can ask him to help me right..."
"Except that right now Stefano is at don Rino Carmineo's..." Peter objected.
"I can go there to see him... with my Silvio. I'll tell him everything and ask him to give us a hand..."
"Hell, man, you can try. But, for God's sake, don't tell him we know about him and his little, hot Brian, all right? And don't tell him anything about Peter and me, for the moment. We'll tell him when the time's right."
"Sure. Thank you, guys. You're really two good friends."
"You know you can always count on us, don't you?"
Vito explained the whole situation to Silvio. Two days later they went together to visit Stefano. Meanwhile the war between the Russo clan and the Musante clan erupted.
Once he was at Stefano's, Vito spotted Brian. He was an ephebic boy, gentle, simple and kind. Vito liked him at once. After greeting his sister-in-law and their children, he asked his brother to see him alone.
"Stefano, I need your help badly."
"Tell me, does it have anything to do with the war against the Russos? Dad told me that you were the cause."
"Partially. If I entrust you with a truly personal secret, will you keep your mouth shut about it?"
"You don't need to offend me, Vito. Sure I will!"
"Stefano, my brother - above all, with dad?"
"Didn't I always cover up your pranks when you were little?" Stefano answered, smiling and tousling his hair affectionately.
"Yes... just this is a... a lot more serious prank than all the others put together."
"You must be in deep shit"
"Well, not yet, but... listen, first of all, you've got know that I'm gay..."
"Well, OK. It's your lifestyle, little brother."
"And the friend who is here with me, Silvio - he's my boyfriend."
"You have good taste... He seems a fine young man - elegant, refined. Everything about him seems to be all right."
"Silvio and I are in love. It is not just an adventure, you see, we want to live together. Can you handle that?"
"Before I answer that, I'll tell you a secret. You opened up to me, so I'll take you into my confidence. I think it's right. I like girls and boys. I have my wife and my boyfriend - Brian, my valet. Under the pretext that he is my valet, I have no problem in keeping him near to me and in taking him to my bed without our father suspecting anything, because this is the problem isn't it? You can do the same with your Silvio, can't you?"
"Shit no, for two reasons. First, I don't have the excuse of a wife and I don't want to have it. Second, for me Silvio is way too important to treat like a valet. And at home with Dad, we never could seclude ourselves to make love... You know how our home is, there are always people around and... and, you know how Dad is. If he even suspected..."
"Yeah, I know very well. He hates fags. Oh, sorry, I didn't say that to offend you, of course. Anyway, at least as long as you are here with me, you can do whatever you want safely. Your bedrooms are communicating, as you're aware. It's unintentional, but so much the better, isn't it? You can take advantage of that in complete safety..."
"Thanks, we will, but the problem is not just that. I would like to live apart from our family, to go away with Silvio and start over again. I want a quiet life with him, being able to love him without needing to continue hiding non-stop, without the fear of being discovered. But if Dad found out, he'd never let me live my way. You know how he is. Worse, he'd never let me to leave the family. You know that, too. So, I'm afraid that Silvio and I have to run away."
"Well, that's certainly romantic. But, if you run off, Dad will do anything to find you. You know how much he values his sons. He's a real, old-time patriarch... What makes you think you could get away with doing that?"
"That's why I came to see you and am asking your help. We want to elope to the other side of the world, to New Zealand - and there to make a new life together."
"New Zealand... maybe that's not a bad choice."
"But we have to cross borders and book flights with fake documents so that our tracks are lost. Can you help us get the fake documents so that our father cannot trace either of us?"
"I might be able to... What about money? Do you need money?"
"I've got a little... around three hundred thousand."
"Probably not enough. Tell you what, I'll match it. If you have to start a new life from zero, the more money you can count on, the easier it will be, right? Do you need anything else, little brother?"
"No, Stefano. I thank you from the bottom of my heart..."
"Are we brothers or aren't we? Now go to your... Silvio, is his name, right? Make love safely, nobody will disturb you. I'll do some phone calls about your new documents. We'll meet for supper, and I'll let you know what's happened."
"You know, Stefano, I'd never suspect you liked boys, too."
"Only if they're young and tender. But I'd never give up a hot girl for a boy. And what about you? I would never have suspected you, my smart-ass little brother! Did you ever go to bed with a girl, Vito?"
"No. I'm aroused only with a male. Anyway, about Silvio, the more he matures, the more I'm drawn to him. Silvio is manly, the way I like."
"Yes, I saw that. Just to look at him, I'd say he is the classic women-squanderer, as they say in Sicily. But he must like manly boys, because you don't seem effeminate at all, little brother."
"It's true, and we go together really well, really well. And when we start making love... we never want to stop..."
"Listen, my best wishes, Vito. I'll do anything I can to help you, I promise. And, now that you and I laid our cards on the table and have no more secrets from each other, I can also confess something else to you - When I was twenty-five and you were fourteen or fifteen, I dreamed several times of trying it with you... I liked you a lot."
"What's that, a proposal?" Vito asked with a smile.
"No, not now. You're too old and too manly for my tastes. It's too late. I like teenagers."
"And did you ever think about our brother Donald? He used to seem so sexy..."
"Yeah, I did, until three or four years ago. But I never tried anything with him either, out of fear that Dad could discover it. I did my school mates, mainly the freshmen in high school and, later, in college. Then, as I got a little older, I tried some young hustlers. I like teenagers so I always have to be very careful to avoid trouble with their parents or with the law. Up to now I've been lucky..."
"And now you have Brian..."
"One more year, perhaps two. Then he will be too mature..."
"What? Brian? He seems to be such a good boy."
"Yes, and he hasn't gotten a swollen head. He's very sweet in bed and available, but also very hot and lively and he likes making love the same way I like. When he becomes too much of a man for my taste, I'll find him a good job and I'll look around for another valet, hoping to be lucky again."
"Is Brian gay?"
"Yeah, sure, but he's not a swish. Only a gay boy knows how to make love with a man the right way. Otherwise, they're a dead loss. It takes a gay boy to know how and where to touch a man to give him pleasure. Brian is really into it. Nights with him are more than pleasurable, believe me. Only, I'm sorry to say, in time he will attract me less and less..."
"I have an idea. You could set up a sports team of some sort for teenagers. You know, like basketball or swimming or baseball... trained by a good coach who's also gay... It wouldn't be very difficult to find such a guy. He could screen the boys to see who'd be game without problems. Once he knew which ones were gay, then he could point them out to you so that you can choose one for yourself... In this way you would always have replacements - an inexhaustible tank of young boys, tender and available - wouldn't you?"
"You're a real genius, little brother! It'd be a wonderful idea - Stefano Musante, the Patron of Juvenile Sports. Damn, that's a great idea..."
"Before you get too carried away, can I ask you about the women's side? Is your wife enough for you? Or do you also have a... girlfriend?"
"No, I don't need any girl. My wife's enough. She's magnificent in bed, hot and uninhibited. She's able to satisfy me in every way a woman can... You understand what I'm talking about, don't you? It's just that I also like taking a boy too much to give it up. The feelings are different, and both are very beautiful."
"Your wife's really beautiful and smart also. Of course, she doesn't know anything about your tastes..."
"On the contrary, she knows very well."
"She knows? And she doesn't mind?"
"As you said, she's smart - savvy, in a way. When we got engaged, I told her openly about my... variegated tastes. And I told her - I don't want to lie to you, but I know myself. I love you. But no woman is enough for me. Sexually, I need a boy sometimes. So, if you allow me to have my boys occasionally, on the side, I will always love you above anyone else. Otherwise, it'd be better for us not to marry at all."
"Wow! And how did she take it?"
"She was quite surprised, but said that she, too, loved me. She thanked me for being so sincere. She thought a bit, then asked me if I would be willing to see that she and our children missed nothing in life as a family, and if I agreed to that, then she would accept the rest. Money wasn't an issue, she told me, but my affection and respect were. And of course, in view of the sort of society we live in, I had to agree not to be the cause of any scandal, any scandal that would hurt us as a family, or her as my wife or our children. So I assured her, 'I really love you. When I'm with my young men it will just be for physical relief, even though I might grow somewhat affectionate with a few of them.' Then she added one more condition: I could have all the boys I wanted, but no other woman. She would be terribly jealous of another woman. She told me, 'Since it's evident that I cannot give you what a boy can, you need to know that I can give you anything that any woman can, for sure.' To make a long story short, we married and we've never had any problems about sex. She knows, for instance, about Brian and me now, and she treats him with respect. They even like each other."
"You're a really lucky guy, Stefano. Just be careful not to treat any of your boys like a toy-boy, it would be horrible. I told you about my Silvio, didn't I? Never ever do something like that, please."
"No, there is no such a danger, Vito. If there isn't at least a minimum of mutual affection, I'm not interested in them. Affection is something you can't buy. That's why I lasted such a short time with hustlers. Between Brian and me there is no love, but there is affection, a lot of it. Anyway, go to your Silvio. I can just guess how much desire you both have right now. Under my roof, you're together and safe..."
Vito reached Silvio in his room and told him about his brother. Then they made love, at last, after so much time, safely, without haste, in full serenity. And Vito saw the smile blooming on his boy's lips and in his eyes and felt happy. They gave each to the other inexhaustibly, passionately and devotedly. They stopped only when they heard the signal for supper. When they went downstairs, it was with the intention to resume making love the rest of the night. Notwithstanding the several orgasms they had reached together, they were not yet sated with each other.
In a few days, Stefano got two sets of fake documents for them, one set for use to go by plane to Ottawa and the other set, that would be handed over to them by one of his men at the airport, for their flight from Ottawa to Auckland. He also opened an account for them in Auckland with the name of the second set of documents and put five hundred thousand dollars in it. Presenting the flight tickets, he wished them all the good their new life might bring. Vito and Silvio returned to the father's villa.
There, after informing Felice and Peter about his schedule, Vito told his father that he intended to take a small vacation to show Silvio the mountains which he had never seen. So the two young men prepared their luggage. Vito quietly withdrew all his savings from the bank - and they left, going to the mountains. Three days later, Felice would arrange that the father would "find" a letter in which Vito explained his desire to cut all Mafia connections and, therefore, to live outside the States.
Leaving his car in a garage of a village, Vito and Silvio rode a bus to Lansing. There they took another bus for Detroit. Their escape had started. Earlier they had agreed with Peter upon a secret means of communication that would function in both directions. They would write to one of Peter's friends who would hand over the letters by hand to Peter and vice versa. Using the same friend, Silvio would send a letter each month to his family.
In Detroit they enclosed their true documents in an Express Mail envelop and sent it to themselves in care of General Delivery - and marked "Hold for Arrival" - at Auckland's main Post Office. Then, using the first set of fake identities, they boarded the flight for Ottawa. Upon landing, one of Stefano's men met them and exchanged the first set of documents, by which they had passed the initial border, for the second set, in which they appeared to be brothers. Using this set of papers, they boarded the flight for Auckland, which Stefano's man had booked for them, and left without problems.
Silvio was excited, both because it was the first time in his life to fly on a plane and because he felt he was really starting his own life, free, with the man he loved.
In the plane, sitting side by side in Business class, Silvio said: "It seems me like a fairy-tale... you and I... free as two birds. We are starting a new life, together. Without fears, without obstacles... And all of it thanks to you, my love, thanks to your love that, at the beginning, I didn't even accept... If you hadn't come to look for me that day at my father's home... and if I hadn't been so weak to give in to you at that moment... and at last to accept your love... we probably wouldn't be here now."
"Shush! Say that in a lower voice... the others can hear us..." Vito said, but with a warm smile.
"Yes, but... I love you so much!" Silvio whispered at his lover's ear.
"Me too. What would you like to do, down there, as a job?"
"Anything, as long as it's with you."
"Yes, I feel the same. We'll see what the place has to offer. We have enough money to start a business of some sort. First, we'll explore things a bit, looking for the place where we'd like to live. Meanwhile, we'll develop some ideas about the future."
"Ask the hostess to give you a blanket, Vito..."
"Do you feel cold?"
"No, so we can cover ourselves and I can, under the blanket, caress you there..."
Vito smiled and shook his head, but asked the hostess for a blanket.
"We will have plenty of time for that in New Zealand..." Vito whispered, but settled himself down so that his lover's hand had easy access.
"But why to waste these hours? Hmmm?" the boy said, seraphic.
Once having reached Auckland, they went first of all to the Post Office to collect the envelop being held in their names. Then, having retrieved their true documents but using the fake ones, they went to the bank to check on the arrival of their money. Satisfied, they deposited the sum they had with them and rented a safe deposit box where they put their real documents. And finally, after eating a good lunch, they found a hotel and made love into the evening when jet lag overcame them and they drifted into the most tranquil sleep of their lives .
During the following days, they toured the area's towns and cities and investigated their economic and commercial activities. Eventually, they settled on moving to Wellington. They booked a suite in a good hotel and, after inquiring about local clubs and offices, discreetly asked the obliging receptionist about gay bars and meeting places. Thus they discovered that the city had an exclusive and very elegant club, a gay switchboard, a sauna and several gay pubs. They started to frequent these establishments, feeling their way into Wellington's gay life.
It was at the Victoria Club that Vito and Silvio met Keith Freyberg and Norman Blacke, the two owners of a large sheep farm. Respectively twenty-nine and twenty-three years old, the two had been lovers for six years! Good feelings were mutual and immediate. So the two lovers invited the newcomers to their house and spent a wonderful evening together. The two New Zealanders also tried to make an approach to their guests, in a very discreet way but, learning their new friends preferred to remain a close couple, the two hosts dropped the subject so that neither of the two others felt ill at ease.
When they knew that Vito and Silvio were evaluating the possibility of settling in Wellington to start a business of their own, Keith and Norman suggested setting up a plant to process their wool. They offered their farm as source for the raw material - at a more than honest price - as well as the land where both the plant and a house could be built. The offer was accepted quickly and gladly. Soon, meetings, plans, budgets, documents to prepare and a multiplicity of other activities occupied the new businessmen. Keith and Norman assisted by giving them advice and by providing introductions to the most influential people of the community, among whom were James Kirk, the owner of a local bank, and Grant Marshall, the city's mayor.
Thanks to their initial capital and a good loan from the banker Kirk, which Keith and Norman guaranteed, Vito and Silvio could soon start the construction of their factory and their dwelling.
On Keith's advice, they looked for household staff among the local gay youth, so that their private life need not be compromised at home. New Zealand's gay life, much to their surprise, was open, thanks to newly enacted legislation which provided no penalties for consensual sex - including gay - above the age of sixteen. As evidence of Wellington's acceptance of the gay lifestyle, both Mr. Kirk and Mayor Marshall, for instance, treated Keith and Norman, whom they knew to be lovers, with respect and naturalness as though they were a straight married couple.
Architects and contractors worked quickly. The house was ready in only four months and decorated by the fifth. The factory was built in just six months. Workers and technicians were hired, and production started in eight. Just one year after they arrived, Vito and Silvio started to export finished and semi-finished wools and their income started growing month after month. Less than a year after opening, the plant had forty-seven employees and was surpassing everyone's expectations.
Vito and Silvio were happy. Their house, a type of small villa, was neither enormous nor luxurious, but had all the comforts and had been planned to measure for them. The architect, one of Norman's gay friends, had interpreted their needs and their dreams perfectly.
They had a circular bedroom with a glass ceiling which opened up like the roof of an observatory, from which they could see the magnificent star-spangled, south sky. The wide, round bed allowed them to make love as they pleased. The room, with wall-to-wall carpeting, was equipped with lights on dimmers, a stereo, a TV, a VCR and everything else needed for comfort in a bedroom. A wide living room, where they could invite friends for parties, opened onto a garden with a wood-burning oven and a barbecue grill.
Three guest rooms ran along another side of the garden. There were also rooms for the house staff: a cook, a valet and a gardener. These were three gay youths between twenty and twenty-three years of age, young but already experienced in their work. These employees were told they had the right to use the back door and the service stairway to admit guests to their rooms - under the conditions that the guests were not be people they just met and that their guests were not to have access to other parts of the house. The three boys accepted enthusiastically, being scarcely able to believe their good fortune.
Beyond the garden between living and guest rooms, there was also a Japanese-style garden with a small stream and a low waterfall ending in a secluded pool. One side of the pool was furnished with a small gym and sauna where, at times, they made love, as if to remember their first risk-laden, secret meetings. Now, however, they could indulge in the long preliminaries which both loved so much. Each site enticed their love-making, but none more so than the great, wide bed - which was called their "nest" - under its dome of stars.
Because of the accomplished discretion of the house staff, the lovers felt free to express themselves - even sexually - without recourse to locked doors. If one of the staff happened to pass where they were making love, he just glided away in silence, without interrupting his employers. Such subtleties of service were so appreciated that Silvio had the idea to permit staff use of the pool and the garden for two half-days a week, with the eventual right of entertaining their boyfriends there. Vito agreeed willingly.
They were happy. The factory demanded much of them, but they always found enough time and energy to spend in each other's arms showing their love. Silvio was literally blooming again. He had found anew his good mood, his ready smile and the sense of humor of his teens, although these were now united with a remarkable maturity.
For Silvio's twenty-first birthday, Vito presented him with a trip to Polynesia that was for them both a real and true honeymoon.
Just one year after they opened their firm, all of the installments of the bank loan could be repaid in full and partial payment made on the cost of the land which their friends had provided. The workers in their factory now numbered fifty-nine. Business was so good that an addition to the building could be planned as well as the acquisition of new machines. Vito proved to be really able in commerce and administration while Silvio developed into an efficient personnel manager.
Their valet had found a steady lover, a university student, a freshman, coming from Christchurch. After this young man was determined to be a good person, he was authorized live permanently in the valet's room and to eat in the kitchen with the staff. The university student, on his own initiative, returned the unusual hospitality by often lending a hand in the housework. The household employees were more and more grateful to their masters for their treatment and worked for them gladly.
Their contacts with Peter and, through him, with Silvio's family, worked perfectly and without problems thanks to the intermediary. If Silvio could not reveal to his family where he was and what he was doing, his family was content knowing he was safe and happy.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER EIGHT
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