Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2002 17:40:02 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Guiding Light 9

Guiding Lights belongs to P&G and CBS. The actors also don't belong to me,
dammit. This story is mine, so don't pass it around or archive without my
permission. Don't read this if you are not over 18 or the age of majority in
your area.

I'm sorry for the delay between chapters. As always, I urge you to write me
at knack6@hotmail.com with your story critiques, commentaries, ideas,
whatever.

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Romeo's beady eyes darted back and forth between the nude, unconscious body
on the television screen and the very live body walking towards him. He made
no move to escape - the thought didn't even occur to him. The sight of the
half-hard pendulum swinging to and fro between Danny's taut thighs paralyzed
him.

Suddenly, he was pressed against the wall, Danny's flesh bare against him,
his penis slick against Romeo's cheap suit pants. The hot breath tickled his
nose hairs, invading every private thought Romeo tried to maintain.

"So...you sent me the tape...what do I have to do in return for no
blackmail?"

As Romeo began the response he had rehearsed dozens of times in the mirror,
bolts of shock and pleasure coursed through him when his bulge was squeezed,
abused.

Confident no matter what the circumstances, Romeo flexed his shoulders in
Danny's tight grip.

"You and your pretty family should take a long vacation."

Danny slowly nodded, the words flowing through him. The grip on Romeo's
lapels slacked.

"That makes sense, yeah."

The breath began filling Romeo's lungs again, only to be shattered when
Danny slammed him against the back wall again, glass shattering as a picture
scuttled to the floor.

"OK, Romeo, I'm going to say this very slowly. I am not the only mob boss.
If I'm gone, then the Trussos, or the Novotnys, or, God help you, my mother,
will take my place. Are you gonna take dirty pictures of them, too? Be smart
for once in your worthless life."

Romeo was barely able to utter an audible word, due to Danny's methodical,
rough strokes against the fabric of his crotch. But Romeo refused to give
in, refused to be seen as weak.

"I'll handle 'em."

Danny sighed, shaking his head. His lips bruised Romeo's forehead, then he
stepped away to find the remote control, wiggling his hard ass
ever-so-slightly as he moved, knowing Romeo was watching. Romeo took the
opportunity to unleash his screaming erection.

On and on the fast-forwarding tape went, until finally, Danny paused the
action, staring at Romeo with that smug smirk that made Romeo wish he had a
gun on him.

"This is why you can't take over la famiglia, dipshit."

Romeo's trademark cocky grin faded as the small screen revealed him
stripping, him pouncing on Edmund in a desperate urge to touch and taste the
hot royal body as soon as possible, him straddling Edmund's pink cannon and
grunting for more, harder, faster.

"Checkmate," Danny tongue into Romeo's ear. Humilation became a confused
lust as he saw himself so debauched and horny on videotape, saw what a slut
he was. Danny began playing the tape in slow-motion, reaching under Romeo's
shirt to circle his navel and gouge his nipples. Too overcome to bother
resisting, Romeo rested his head against the shoulder behind him, murmuring
helplessly at the sharp teeth marking his neck as Santos property.

The scene frozen on the tv presented Edmund's length sliding out of Romeo's
hungry hole, the dark, twitching mouth visible for endless, slowed down
seconds. Romeo could barely stand to look at himself on the screen, gasping
as Danny angrily masturbated him, feeling Danny's erection scraping up and
down his sweaty ass crack. Danny whispered in his ear how Romeo was a public
toilet, how Danny was going to fuck him raw every day. The words became more
hoarse, more desperate as Danny's grip got tighter, his other hand mauling
Romeo's straining balls. As he felt Danny's sperm hitting the backs of his
thighs, Romeo shot his load all over the carpet and the pumping hand
controlling his orgasm. Danny slid his hand up Romeo's chest, staining his
shirt before making Romeo swallow massive amounts of his own semen.

Danny pushed Romeo away, refusing to make eye contact with him. Romeo
shakily gathered his clothes, trying to find words.

"So..."

Danny buckled up his pants and stacked papers together, still not looking
Romeo in the eye.

"I don't trust you, so you can keep your job. The first sign - no, the first
time I THINK you're backstabbing me, I'll cut off your dick and feed it to
you. It's a good thing everyone in the organization knows how stupid and
useless you are, cause otherwise, I might really be worried. Now get out."

Romeo stood still for a moment, wanting to say something. To his shock, he
couldn't. He let Danny win. He shut the door behind him, cursing at his own
sudden weakness. What would he do next?

***

Freedom.

Not the kind of freedom Tony wanted. No Marah by his side, no clean clothes
and clean rap sheet. No smirking to reporters over a not guilty verdict, or
over Romeo being sentenced to death for Catalina's murder.

Instead, he, another cop, and Gus walked to a back exit. Tony overpowered
the other cop and Gus as well, with Gus offering no resistance, as per their
plan. Tony ran and kept running. He was hiding in the bushes near the Lewis
home, his t-shirt drenched over his sculpted pectorals, sweat running down
his nose and licked away from his full, bitable lips.

He had to talk to Marah, to see her. As the days had passed and he spent
more and more time in the arms of men, he didn't have as strong of feelings
for her as he once had. He wondered if he'd only wanted her because she was
forbidden fruit. But he still wanted to contact her and let her know he was
okay.

It was too risky to just knock on the door. He crept to a back window,
peering inside. What he saw shocked him...

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