The Boss' Toy

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 8

Silvio, through Peter's friend, received a greeting card from his family on the occasion of his twenty-second birthday. Everybody was fine, the shop was doing good business, Maria and Sven had their first son whom they called Benjamin, and Giuseppe was about to marry a girl of French descent. Over and over, Silvio read the details of all this news, looked at the snapshots of his baby nephew and at those of his brother's fiancee, and thought longingly about his family.

"Missing them?" Vito asked him with understanding and gentleness.

"A little, but not too much. What about you? Don't you ever get any direct news from your family? It's been two years..."

"My dear Silvio, my feelings are mixed. On the one hand, I'm glad I cut connections with that life... On the other, I can't hide that I'd like to know how they are. But nowadays my life is here with you, my family is you. I've no regrets, absolutely none."

"Me neither, I can assure you. With you I've all and everything - I enjoy a complete life, a real home, an interesting job. I'm well off but, above all, you've given me the most precious of things - genuine love. Now, tell me, you said you had a surprise for my birthday... what is it?"

"Your birthday is tomorrow, my precious love. You must be patient one more day."

"Yes," he said, stretching out the word, "but you know how curious am I, don't you?"

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow at lunch time."

Nodding in assent, Silvio smiled and caressed Vito's hair. He put away his greeting card, the letter and the pictures and resumed working. Vito looked at him with affection and thought, with a kind of astonishment mixed with pleasure, that he still was madly in love with his boy - almost more than in the first days of their relationship. He contemplated Silvio intensely, watching him engrossed in his papers and documents. The telephone rang. Keith was confirming the next day's party and asking about the last supply of wool he ordered. They talked a while then Vito put down the receiver and started to check some papers that the secretary had given him for his signature.

The day came to an end and they left the office. They said a 'hi' to the night warden who was just starting his shift and, crossing the lawn, they reached their home. Supper was ready. Eric, the valet, served them at the table.

"Eric, what's going on with Don? It's been a while since we've seen him."

"He's very well, sir, thank you. He is busy preparing for his tests."

"Everything going fine in his studies?"

"Yes, sir, really fine. He is a clever boy."

"Yes, and he seems to be also a good hearted boy."

"Yes, I'm lucky."

"And he's lucky to have you, we both think so."

"Thank you, that's very kind. Would you like some more roast beef?"

"No, I'd prefer some green salad. For you, Vito?"

"Yes, for me too, thank you."

"At your orders, sirs." The boy said and went to the kitchen.

Vito said immediately to Silvio: "I think the three of them deserve a wage increase..."

"Yes, I agree. Do you know if Don has plans about what he wants to do after the university?"

"No, but we can ask Eric... Ah, Eric, we were asking ourselves if Don already has some idea about the kind of job he wants after graduating..."

"Not really. He told me he will accept any kind of work allowing him to stay here in Wellington."

"With you, you mean." Silvio asked with a smile.

"Yes, with me..." Eric answered with a shy smile.

"We'd like to speak with him. We intend enlarging our factory, perhaps even opening an advertising and public relations department, but we haven't decided yet. There is the possibility we could offer him a job with us..."

"Oh, that would be wonderful, sir. I think he would be more than happy..."

"Is he upstairs, now?"

"Yes, he is studying."

"Can you tell him to join us later in our studio? Don't tell him about our idea, just that we need to talk with him."

"Certainly, sir. Thank you, sir..."

Later, while they were in the studio, Don knocked at the door. They offered him a chair.

"Don, we heard you are proceeding well with your studies."

"Yes, Mr. Vito."

"And... how do you feel about Eric?"

"Great. He is a really good guy, sweet and attentive. We get along really well, together."

"Is the educational difference a problem?"

"What? Oh no, Mr. Silvio! Eric is really clever and it is always a pleasure talking with him. And, we are in love, so age, education, race, social status... become absolutely unimportant."

"Right, if there is accord. I mean, it isn't enough having only sexual harmony, a couple must fit together on all the rest. Anyway you are right, we too have esteem for Eric. And for the little we know about you, we have esteem for you, also."

"Thank you, you are very kind. And you are also very kind allowing me to live here, with my Eric."

"It's just logical, you are a couple. But we asked you here for another reason. We would like know you better because we think that possibly, when you graduate, we could offer you a job in our factory, if you are interested."

"That would be really fine... And, I was thinking, if you would tell me in which section you would eventually hire me, there's still in time to add or change some courses and exams in order to be more prepared for the job..."

"We were thinking about the advertising and public relations department. For the moment we two take care of those matters but, if our factory grows, it would be better having a person devoted only to this section. Would you be interested in that?"

"It would be wonderful... Yes, I would like that very much."

"Well this is not yet a real promise, but near to it. As we were telling you earlier, we would like to get to know you better, more personally, while you're completing your studies... so we will know whether we have the right chemistry to work together..."

Don became slightly stiff. The, choosing his words carefully, started to say: "I... I am really grateful for everything. But... to me Eric is not just a... a bed mate. We two are in love, really in love and... well, to me, he comes before any job... if you can understand me, sir."

At first, neither Vito nor Silvio understood the young man's sudden perplexity. Then Silvio burst out laughing. "What did you think we meant? Maybe Vito expressed himself incorrectly. Telling you we want to know you more better, he was not proposing that you come to bed with us. We two are in love with each other and we are not interested in having a third person with us. Furthermore, we would never offer somebody a job in exchange for... No, no, don't worry!"

Don blushed violently then stammered his apologies.

Vito smiled, "Don, you have nothing to apologize for. On the contrary, you just earned a high score on your behalf. And now we are getting to know you more... personally. I can use this word now, can't I?"

Don emitted a low breath, and nodded, " You have to forgive me, I'm ashamed. But, I'm sorry to say... it's happened before. I've received offers of help in exchange for... sexual favors. I misunderstood. Forgive me."

"I can understand. By the way, you are a really sexy young man. The way you dress is also quite sexy. But, as we told you, you have absolutely nothing to be worried about with us. Rather, I can tell you that there is one thing we really admire, and that is a couple in love. Not only would we never do anything to split up such a couple, but on the contrary..."

"Yes, it is true. You've always been very kind towards Eric and me... We owe you a lot."

"We feel you both deserve that. We think highly of Eric and we think that you, too, have fine qualities. So, your studies permitting, we would like to spend time with the two of you more often. Sometimes, after supper perhaps, you two can come downstairs to spend some time with us."

"That's very nice of you but... maybe Eric might feel out of place. I don't know..."

"You think so? Why is that?"

"Oh, it's not because of you, sir. He admires you, both of you. But he wouldn't want the other staff members thinking you were showing favoritism to him. Sid and Barry are two good guys and for this reason, and also because he has to continue working with them, he wouldn't want to create any friction. I hope you can understand, he would be really honored, but..."

"Sure, you are perfectly right. But the solution is very simple - we will invite Sid and Barry as well. This doesn't give us any problem, on the contrary... They, too, are good people, so there's no reason to leave them out. Barry seems to be rather shy. I just hope he would not feel ill at ease with us. Sid seems to have a more outgoing character..."

"Yes, it is so. I think that Barry's shyness comes from his insecurity and from the fact that he hasn't been able to find a partner. Ever since they have been here, Sid sometimes has brought a boy to his room, but Barry never has..."

"That's odd, Barry is a really handsome boy, with an enviable body and a beautiful face..."

"I think it's just his shyness. He's really timid. I think he's afraid to open up to others. Even with me, it took him months to let down his barriers. At times, all four of us went out together and Sid found company at once, but not Barry. I mean, if somebody was hanging round him, he didn't give the guy too much leeway. I mean, he didn't offer any encouragement or show any interest - until the other forgot about him. If he just could find a good boy..."

"He needs somebody who wouldn't be put off by his attitude, somebody able to take the first step and possibly also the second and the third one... don't you think?"

"Absolutely right." Don said.

"Listen, Don, there is none of your gay friends who could be attracted and interested in Barry?"

"More than just one, I think."

"Somebody good, earnest, and sufficiently aggressive?"

"Yes, sure. But, for instance, when we were in the disco, some of my friends tried to approach him, but he shunned them. I thought about that, and even told to two or three of my friends to try insisting, but it was a flop."

"Can't he possibly be afraid of a proposal that's too open? What if, for instance, you brought some of your friends here when we all are together one evening? He could not possibly shy away from them then, do you think?"

"It is possibly so. But won't you be bothered having strangers, people you don't know, around here?"

"Not if they are your friends - people you and Eric answer for. Listen, here's what we can do to make everything easier: we will decide on a specific evening when we will have a salon like old ladies. So you can more easily invite your friends. Let's say... Thursday?"

"We can try. It could be a nice thing. On Thursday evening then... What time?"

"Let's try at nine. We leave the organization to you. Are you game? Starting from next Thursday. You'll also decide about drinks, music, everything. We will hold it in the living room. And if it happens that when we both cannot attend, you'll do the honors of the house. Do you accept?"

"You are incredible! Sure thing, I accept more than willingly."

"Very good. You'll decide who to invite and what to propose for each evening, and Eric what to offer to our guests. So we will have nothing to worry about. Therefore, we two, you two, Barry, Sid and... a couple of more guests, perhaps three. One can eventually be Sid's boyfriend. Anyway, the choice is up to you and your judgement."

"All right, that's good," the young man said charged with excitement.

"Take care, because this will also be a way to check you, to study you, to see how much you are worth in the P.R. field..."

"Yes, I was thinking that, too. You will be happy with me, I'm sure," Don said with a wide smile.

The day after was Silvio's birthday. After the lunch with Keith and Norman, the gifts were opened. The two friends presented him with a video camera and Vito gave him an envelope.

"All in here, your present?" asked Silvio jokingly while trying to guess what the envelope could contain.

"Yes, I couldn't afford more that that..."

Silvio opened the envelope - it contained two air tickets for Thailand and hotel bookings for fifteen days.

"Thailand! That's great! But there are no dates..."

"The agency is waiting, you have to decide that. When you want, we can go."

"If it were only for me, I'd go tomorrow! But we first have to see when we can leave the factory and decide who'll carry on the business in our absence..."

Vito said, "It's got to be before summer vacation or it won't seem like a birthday present."

The very next day, in the office, they checked their schedules, moved some meetings, and organized everything so that they could go away for two weeks during November. Then they called the travel agency to fix the flight dates and the hotels.

In the meantime, the Thursday "salons" got off to a good start. Don proved to be an able organizer and Barry - possibly, as Dan pointed out, because he was somehow "playing house" - gradually started to get over his shyness, to open up, and to accept the discrete courtship of one or another of the frequenters. Eventually, some of them began staying after the Thursday meetings - to spend the night with Barry. And the young man seemed to bloom. At work, he was more happy and efficient than ever.

The day of their journey to Thailand came. Don saw them to the airport.

"Well, Don, thank you. Can we bring you back something from Thailand?"

"One of those ever so available, handsome and sweet Thai boys."

"How's that? Didn't you tell us that you're faithful to Eric?" Silvio asked, pretending to be scandalized and surprised.

"I didn't mean a boy for me! - I meant one for Barry. He told me yesterday that he'd heard Thai boys are particularly hot and affectionate and very good in bed... and that he loves the oriental physical type..."

"I see... Too bad we can't really bring one back for him then. I'm afraid that customs won't allow it. At least Barry is opening up, anyway..."

"Yes, it seems we are getting him out of his shell." Dan answered with a smile. "Have a good trip and amuse yourselves!"

"We'll do our best. And continue holding the Thursday meetings while we're away. See you soon."

Reaching Bangkok and settling in at their hotel, the lovers started to visit the sites every tourist expects to see. They had just entered the royal palace when a Thai boy, about seventeen, approached and in quite good English offered to be their guide. They thanked him and accepted. He was a nice guy, and well educated. Talking with him they understood he was an unemployed primary school teacher. His name was Sarit. He was really nineteen years old and lived with an uncle. During the lunch they also knew he had two brothers emigrated to the States.

"How lucky they are! They have a job, a good life. I'll still try finding some job, but possibly I too have to emigrate. I dared talking with you because so I can practice my English. You are really kind to have accepted."

"Listen, Sarit, since you are free these days, why don't you continue being our guide? We will pay you by the day. We'll be really glad if you'd accept."

"Willingly, but not for the money. I'll be glad being your guide and if you correct my mistakes in my speech, that will be enough for me."

"Sure, but in that case we will pay for your expenses - meals and transportation - and if you came with us out of Bangkok to the other places we want to visit, your room will be on us. All right?"

"Sure thing! It is a real luck for me. You really are kind."

So they continued their tours with Sarit. At night, they parted at their hotel's door after making an appointment for the next day. The three would eat breakfast together before setting out on their tours.

One afternoon, while doing some shopping with Sarit acting as interpreter, a voice called, "Vito! Silvio! What a surprise!"

Dismayed, they looked back and saw Chris D'Angelo. Feeling a sudden chill despite the hot Thai day, they greeted him.

"What a coincidence meeting you here! What are you doing?"

"Just some tourism. And you, Chris?"

"You wouldn't believe me... So much has happened after don Antony's death and your disappearance..."

Worried, they asked Sarit to wait for them in a nearby coffee shop in order to talk with Chris. The young man told them about the short but bloody war between the Russos and the Musantes. He told how Daniel and Matt Russo were killed along with Joe Greco, and how Tot˜ Lucci, Eddie and Peter were killed in the Musante clan. Vito was really pained to hear about Peter's death and understood why his friend, in spite of his promise, never sent him any more news. Chris, almost breathlessly, told them that Robert was in charge of the Russos, that he had made peace with the Musantes, that Carmine Musante had left his place to Stefano, that Robert had taken the former Stefano's valet, Brian, as his lover on the very day the peace agreement was signed, and that, as now there was peace and harmony once again between the Russos and the Musantes, Vito and Silvio no longer had to hide, that they could go back home if they wanted.

After a stunned silence, Vito asked Chris how it happened that he and Robert were no longer lovers.

"We still are very fond of each other, but more like two brothers, and I am now the Russos' lieutenant. When Robert fell in love with Brian, and the boy accepted him, I told Robert to go ahead - you know, that it was all right."

"About my brother Stefano, do you by any chance know whether he became the patron of a sports team?"

"How do you know about that, Vito? Sure, the Musante Foundation for Youth Sports. He opened a center to provide scholarships and coaching to needy teenagers who are good in sports. The Foundation has teams for baseball, soccer, swimming and diving, and even a basketball team..."

Vito smiled: "He followed my advice in grand style... He's a Musante - completely! But why are you here? Are you a... tourist, too?"

"Sure I'm a tourist. But the real reason - you'll not believe it - I'm waiting for a Thai boy. His name is Phya but I call him Phil. He is my boyfriend."

"Just arrived and you've already got a boyfriend?"

"No, no no. We met in Chicago. He entered illegally, and was working as a dishwasher in Austin's restaurant. It was love at first sight. And what a wonder in bed! He literally made me lose my head. When he was fifteen, Phil worked as a masseur here in Bangkok in a gay establishment where he specialized in giving massages with all his body... Did you ever try it? Saying it makes you horny is an understatement..."

"No, we never tried it..."

"Doesn't your friend there in the coffee shop do it?"

"We don't even think he is gay. He is just our tour guide."

"That's a pity, you should have the experience. Anyway, I couldn't do without Phil, so I took him away from that restaurant. Now that Robert is the boss, there is no problem having a lover in my room. God, what wonderful nights we have together! A year has passed and he still drives me crazy. I decided to come here with him, and to arrange for his legal emigration to the States so that we'd no longer have to fear his deportation. I'm just waiting for him. He went to say farewell to his family. Tomorrow morning we are leaving for Chicago."

"That's fantastic. Why don't we all celebrate it by continuing our tour together?"

"Why not! And you two, is everything fine? You both look great. Tell me something about yourselves..."

Vito and Silvio told him. Meanwhile Phil arrived - a handsome boy, lively and easygoing. As the group of five explored Bangkok, Sarit and Phil talked between themselves in Thai but with the three Americans in English. That evening, after seeing Chris and Phil to their hotel and wishing them a heartfelt farewell, Sarit accompanied Vito and Silvio to their hotel.

"It's still not so late... Can I come upstairs with you to talk a little more?"

"Sure. Why not?"

When they were in the room, Sarit sat on the edge of the bed: "He's lucky Phya... He too is going to America and got a friend taking good care of him..."

"Yes, Chris is a nice fellow..." Vito said.

"Phya said they are in love..."

"Ah, he told you?"

"Yes. He is really happy. He says that Mr. Chris is a really hot lover, and strong and a real man..."

"It's so..."

"I, too, would like having a lover like your friend Chris... or like you two... Would you like making love with me?"

"But... are you gay, Sarit?"

"Yes, I am gay and when I first saw you I thought that possibly... that I would have loved being in bed with you. Often tourists come to Thailand for that, and I'm fond of Western males, so exotic and exciting. Phya told me that you are close friends of his man Chris and so possibly you too like making love with me, and so I dared..."

"Sarit, you are a very handsome boy and also very likeable. Silvio and I like men. We are gay, but we are sorry to disappoint you. After we started living together, we have devoted ourselves exclusively to each other. We've never been with other people. Nobody else appeals to us because Silvio and I are in love. We're sorry you lost your time with us when you possibly might've found another tourist who'd have been happy making love with such a fine boy as you."

"Oh no, I like a lot the idea of making love with you, but I like also a lot just being with you. This is not wasted time, no, not with you."

"Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"No. I like the western male. That's also why I want to emigrate. Here just adventures can occur, not love like for Phya and his man Chris. There is never enough time, with tourists to understand if love is possible."

After Sarit's departure and their agreement to meet the following morning, Silvio asked Vito, "Can't we offer him a job in our factory... and bring him together with Barry? Who knows what... Anyway, even if it doesn't work that way, Sarit seems to be a nice boy. He's honest, educated, likable, and already speaks enough English... What do you think?"

"Yes... that's an idea. Tomorrow morning we can tell him so he can begin to prepare his papers... Don't we have some of our letterhead with us? We can write a regular letter offering employment to him so that the Embassy can grant him a working visa and we can take him back with us... But now... enough thinking about Sarit. Just think about me - I'm dying to make love with you..."

That night they didn't get much sleep, because they loved each other for a long while, with their usual passion and tenderness.

Just before finally trying to fall asleep and still tightly embraced, Vito whispered to Silvio, "You probably wouldn't be able to give me a massage with all your body like Phil, but you drive me crazy with pleasure all the same..."

Giggling, Silvio asked, "Would you like me to take a few classes in a gay brothel, as long as we are here?"

"That would be the last straw! - unless, of course, I would be your only client."

"Of course you would be my only client, my love. What a notion!"

The following morning, when they offered Sarit both a job and a home, the boy was so moved that he started to cry.

Through his tears, he blurted, "But I wasn't yet able saving enough money to pay for any travel..."

"Don't worry about that, we will buy your ticket."

"Oh, thank you! But I will give you back the money with my first salary, I promise. I don't know how I can thank you... You can count on me for anything, really. I will never end my gratitude. I would like to express how grateful I feel, indeed!"

"Don't worry. You will find an occasion. But now you have to start immediately to prepare your papers."

The time flew swiftly. Sarit was a whirlwind of activity in with bureaucratic matters. With guaranteed employment, the Embassy issued his papers and the trio were soon together on a flight to New Zealand. Sarit, who had never boarded a plane before, was totally excited. When Vito asked the stewardess to take the boy to see the cockpit, he was as happy as a child in wonderland.

After landing in Wellington, they made temporary lodging for Sarit in a small room at the factory. The boy started working at once. They introduced him to the house personnel and told him secretly that Barry had a weakness for Thai boys... Sarit liked Barry a lot and started courting him relentlessly. Quite soon and rather willingly, Barry surrendered. The Thai boy had been living in New Zealand for only three months when Barry asked his employers if Sarit could live with him in the house. They were just waiting for that, so their "OK" was immediate.

The Thursday evenings continued, so very pleasant were they for everybody. Sarit's attendance became easy with time. He seemed to fit in with all the others with increasing ease.

One evening Don spoke up, "I've to be very careful next time - I just asked you something for fun and you really did it! A Thai boy for Barry? And - voilˆ!"

"It seems that they both are happy, being together."

"Yes, and they both vie with each other to sing your praises, especially Sarit. He has a more lyrical soul, besides his funny English. Just yesterday, he told me, "If Mr. Vito or Mr. Silvio ask me to throw myself on the fire, I will do it!"

Laughing softly, Silvio said, "We hope that will never be needed!" Then he added, "Now of we could only get Sid settled down with someone, then we'd all be couples."

"Sid probably still needs to sow his wild oats," Don said. "He's the youngest among us and also the one who understood his sexuality last. But he is a nice fellow who, at the right moment, will surely find his Prince Charming."

"I agree. Anyway we also have to think about settling you in a better way. The three small rooms upstairs were conceived as three singles. We've been thinking that we need to modify that part of the house. If that side of the house could be widened about twelve feet we could obtain nicer quarters for you." Vito said.

"Yes," Silvio continued, "so the space will increase and we can convert to two apartments on the second floor and one on the first floor. For the moment, Sid will have lot of space for himself, but we hope not for so long... Our family is growing, that's good!"

"You two are really fantastic! And you really make us feel like a family, all together..."

"You too start singing our praises, now?" Vito asked jokingly.

"It would be difficult not to..." Don answered.

"But if we really are becoming a family," Silvio said, "then from now on you have to stop eating in the kitchen. We should all eat together. Families are ought to gather at least for meals..."

Vito nodded, girding his lover's waist and kissing him on the cheek.

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