Date: Sat, 05 Oct 2002 20:47:05 +0200
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: the boss' toy 3/8

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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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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.

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CHAPTER 3

The summer home of don Carmine Musante was in Racine, Wisconsin, on the
border of Lake Michigan. An Italian-style villa, it was surrounded by a
dense forest, completely fenced, and watched by trusted "gamekeepers" - in
reality, a battle-trained private guard, with alarm systems and a well
hidden net of closed-circuit monitors. And powerful watch dogs. A second,
internal fence enclosed the beautiful garden, and then there was the villa
with its annexes and private harbor. Those also were discretely but
carefully watched. Don Carmine was the unchallenged boss of the Wisconsin
and Illinois Mafia.

Don Carmine had six children -- Stefano, thirty-two years old, married with
three children; Mary, twenty-eight, married to Mike Larriga; Sandra,
twenty-five, married to an important politician in New York; Tana,
twenty-three, married to Eddy Pazzaglia; Vito, twenty-one and Donald
seventeen. Also Toto Lucci, don Carmine's brother-in-law and trusted
lieutenent, was part of the family.

When Vito was fifteen, he became aware that he was gay. It was on his
father's yacht. Almost everybody had disembarked but he lingered in his
cabin with a slight but persistent fever. Feeling thirsty, he got up to go
to the kitchen to fetch something fresh from the fridge. Whispering voices
caught his attention. He thus caught the cabin boy and a sailor in full
intercourse. Being unseen, he spied on them and the scene aroused him
incredibly. What until then had just been a vague attraction to and
admiration of the male body, was now revealed to him in all its details, in
all its meaning. Like in a flash he understood, without any hint of doubt,
that he was gay. He enjoyed the scene, remaining hidden, still, and silent.
When the two reached their orgasm, Vito came without even touching himself,
wetting his pajama trousers, tenting out his fly. Silently, he went back to
his cabin, cleaned himself and changed his pajamas. When he hit his bed
again, a different kind of fever made him burn. He too wanted to have sex
with a male. However, he didn't dare to try, to take the first step, to
expose himself. Dreams of being with one or another of the men who
attracted him - even his brother Stefano - frustrated Vito into venting his
fantasies with furious masturbation.

The holidays over, he went back to the private school his father had chosen
for him. By spying on his classmates, studying and observing them for a
couple of months, Vito singled out the right target for him - Sean, a boy
two years older. Particularly handsome and the quarterback of the school's
football team, this strapping young man, seemed likable and a good mixer.
He was the son of a regular career officer in the army who was of Irish
descent. Vito managed to become his friend and, for Christmas holidays, had
inveigled his father to invite Sean to their villa in Racine, which had
just been built. It was there, after two days of discreet but assiduous
attentions, that Vito managed to be alone with Sean on the family yacht,
moored in their small harbor. Touring it alone, they reached the point
where Vito caught those two having sex.

"You'll never guess what I saw here one day, about the end of this year's
Summer holidays..." Vito said with a cunning smile.

"No... What?"

"The cabin boy and a sailor, stark naked, fucking together."

"Come on! Really? You mean, right here?"

"Two young, naked, horny males... a nice scene..."

"Yes, but... what were they doing?"

"Everything. They touched, groped, kissed each other..."

"You're kidding! - a french kiss?"

"Sure! Then they gave each other head..."

"A sixty nine?"

"No, first one, then the other. Then the sailor had the boy turn around and
shoved it up his ass..."

"Jeez! And you could see everything?"

"Yes, they thought they were alone on board..."

"And you?"

"Me? I got aroused. It was the first time I'd ever seen anybody fucking. I
got such a hard-on... Even now, just recalling it, I have one... feel
here..." Vito said, and boldly directed his friend's hand between his legs.

Sean fingered it and smiled, admitting, "I have one too... I would have
liked to have seen that scene..."

Then Vito groped him and felt his friend's hard-on. However he didn't pull
his hand away but continued to finger his friend's manhood.

"God, you're hard... Can I see it?"

"Well, usually," Sean hesitated with a slight smile, "you... don't show it,
right?"  He made no effort to escape Vito's hand which continued its
exploration of the swelling in the quarterback's pants.

"Usually. But we're friends, aren't we? Go on, open your zipper and show me
what you've got..."

"Vito? You want to do with me... what those two were doing, do you? That's
why you brought me here, isn't it?"

"Pull it out, come on..."

"Why don't we look for a berth and undress there?" Sean proposed, stroking
the hand that was still fingering his hard-on.

"You really feel like trying it with me, Sean?"

"Yes, I like you, Vito. And I like doing those things... with another boy."

They went to a cabin and shut themselves inside.

"It is my first time, Sean, but... I've been wanting to."

"So then, you've never taken it in the ass?"

"Not even in my mouth... and you?"

"Yes... both ways."

"And you like it?"

"Yeah. But also being on top..."

"And do you feel like doing it with me?"

"Sure, Vito... I've been thinking about doing it with you..."

"God, what a nice cock you've got!"

"I too like you... come here..."

So Sean taught Vito to make love, and took his virginity. Vito would never
have ceased making love. They took each other several times, spending four
and a half hours in that berth. Sean was a good teacher, Vito an eager
student. After that first time, in the deep of night, Vito slipped silently
into Sean's bedroom. Filled with desire, they made love to the point of
satiation before Vito crept back to his own room.

After the Christmas holidays, Vito told his father that, as they had became
close friends, they wanted to share the same room at the college. His
father, who liked Sean and suspected nothing of the real reason behind the
request, called the college and arranged it. So the two boys, with mutual
pleasure, continued making love undisturbed, every night. However, at the
end of the school year, Sean was forced to leave, his father having been
appointed military attache at the American Embassy in Moscow.

When seventeen, Vito had his second lover. He was Felice Zagaria, twenty
years old, one of his father's men. The incident began early in a morning
when Felice was sent to wake up Vito. There was no answer when he knocked
at the boy's door, so he entered and approached Vito's bed, calling him
first, then shaking him.

Vito opened his eyes and said, with a sleepy voice, "Felice! Leave me in
peace, I want to sleep some more..."

"Your father says that at nine 'o clock you must be ready."

"And what time is it, now?"

"Time to get up."

"Just five minutes more!"

"No. You will fall asleep again. Come on, get up!" Felice insisted and,
jokingly, started to tickle him.

Vito laughed but reacted and tried to grab Felice's wrists. A kind of
playful fight ensued. Clinging to each other, they fell off the bed
tussling, their bodies intertwined in close contact. Vito felt that Felice
had an incredible hard-on. So, without a second thought, Vito slipped his
hand between Felice's legs and groped that hard member through the trouser
fabric.

Felice became suddenly still, stiffened and protested, "What are you doing!
Stop it... stop!"

"In war and in love, all is permitted!"

"No, stop it, please! Let me go!"

"You made me wake up! Now you have to pay for it!" Vito insisted, aroused,
and he started to open Felice's trousers.

Now Felice was seriously fighting, trying to escape Vito's hold. But Vito,
thanks to his trained muscles and to the martial arts skills he had
acquired at school, shortly succeeded in holding his prey still and in
opening Felice's trousers. Without hesitation, he pulled out the hard
member and lowered his head to his companion's groin to take the throbbing
tool in his mouth, giving him a good blow job. Felice suddenly stopped
protesting and surrendered with pleased moans. Within moments, they were
united in a passionate sixty-nine. It didn't last long, as both came almost
at once.

Vito's discovery that Felice also was gay led to a relationship that was
fairly convenient for both, without being either too easy or very
difficult. After they had been making love a couple of years, Felice told
him that he had discovered that Peter La Cava also was gay. Another of his
father's men, tough-acting Peter was just one year older than Vito, who
liked him very much. A blond - as are some Sicilians of Norse descent - he
had a body more developed than Felice's but not less sensual. And in bed,
without being at all effeminate, he possessed a certain sweetness. So, Vito
started to make love with Peter as well and, at times, the three formed a
sexual trio.

The first time that Vito tried making love with Peter, he was terribly
embarrassed.

Vito said to him, straight away, "Peter, Felice told me that you are gay
like him and me. I would really like to make love with you..."

"As you want, Vito..."

"Come on! No, not as I want! Forget who I am. Wouldn't you like to have sex
with me?"

"You are a really beautiful guy..."

"So, then, do you want to do it with me or not?"

"I would, but... sincerely, I'm somewhat ashamed. Those are not things
that... slam-bang. They have to happen spontaneously. I don 't know if I'm
making myself clear... Not just like... two dogs in heat."

Vito smiled, drew nearer, girded Peter with his arms, pulled him against
himself, and then french kissed him. Peter, without trying to escape the
embrace, answered the kiss in a somewhat cold way, stiffly. However, Vito
persisted and little by little felt his new playmate melting in his arms,
starting to participate with more warmth and getting excited.

He asked in a whisper, "Peter? Do you want me?"

"Yeah... I like you... I'm starting to feel desire, now... You're really
arousing me..."

"Then, relax, Peter.  Go with the flow. You'll see, it'll be hot... We are
safe, here, nobody will disturb us..."

"May I... may I undress you?"

"Sure thing! You can do all you want, all you feel like. Do you know that I
like you a lot? You have a nice body... and a nice little ass..."

"Do you want me?"

"I do."

"You have a beautiful dick... Yes, I would like..."

"How would you like to take it?"

"By candle-quenching. Do you know how it is done

"Yes, I love it. Here... sit on it, go on..."

So Peter impaled himself and began to spring up and down. Later Vito asked
Peter to take him. After a few such meetings Peter managed to overcome his
shyness and started to participate actively. Vito was not in love with him,
nor was Peter with Vito, but they liked each other's personality and love
making. Peter now poured out all his sweetness. Vito noticed that Peter
released his tender feelings only around little children, or in bed when
the two made love. Otherwise, he was the classical tough man, and this
contrast pleased and appealed to Vito.

Vito also began having other adventures - mainly one night stands,
transient things - while continuing to do it with both Felice and Peter. At
times Vito liked to dress in a rather modest way, like a plain workman, to
go cruising for a ride from an unknown young man. They would go either to
his place or to a motel to make love. He liked being chosen among other
cruising boys, and to see how his partner hooked him, at times brazenly, at
times shyly. A couple of times he was also approached by the sons of his
father's friends, and he was amused to see their amazed expression, even
embarrassment, when they recognized him. Once he also had a half crush on a
dancer, a Canadian, taller than himself by a couple of inches, slender and
terribly sexy. They met in a night-club in Detroit.

After eyeing each other for quite a while, they managed to come face to
face before Luc, the dancer, could bring himself to say frankly, "You know,
just being near you, arouses me."

"Arouses you?"

"Yes, you make me desire to make love with you. Have you ever gotten it on
with a man?"

"Yes, I have..."

"And did you like it?"

"Yes, sure I did."

"Then... will you come to my hotel? I want to hold you against me, to kiss
you... All night I've been watching you and thinking about it. I want you!"

Vito willingly followed him. They spent the night together, and made love
again in the morning. In the following days, they spent hours and hours
together, mostly making love. Vito felt as if he had found the perfect
male, his dream man, and was happier than he had ever been with another
male. But Luc, who was on holiday, faced the necessity to return to his
career and went back to his home in Canada. The affair was over. At that
time Vito was twenty years old.

When he was twenty-one, his life radically changed.

His father had gathered all the family bosses of Wisconsin and Illinois
along with his most trustworthy men and his three sons. They all met in the
villa in Racine in May.

Don Carmine decided that his three sons and his best young men, had to go
to spend two or three years as guests of the various families, while he
would host their sons.

As he explained clearly, "Back ina Europe ina da age ofa da castles, da
great lords formed alliances by marrying each other's daughters toa each
other's sons. Buta times have changed. A daughter, once married, itsa not
clear if she isa ona her father's, or ona her husband's side, so dat
neither one ofa dem cana rely on her completely. Derefore, I thought dat we
willa exchange our sons. Dis willa be good fora my sons who cana observe
what are da problems in your areas and howa you work, and will be good also
fora your sons who cana work wit me anda see my methods."

Some of the family bosses tried to object but, as always, Don Carmine got
what he wanted. Nobody could be allowed to contradict him. He was way too
powerful and, as he himself used to say, "firmly in the saddle".

So, Stefano was entrusted to Don Rino Carmineo, Vito to don Antony Russo
and Donald, notwithstanding his seventeen years, to don Calogero De Seta.
Vito didn't like don Antony so much, but his father's orders were not to be
discussed. He knew that very well, so he made the best of it.

After they discussed some problems, settled some matters and smoothed some
frictions, the meeting broke up. Vito prepared his luggage to go to Chicago
with don Antony. Following the agreement, he would be a guest there. Before
the departure, Don Carmine took Vito aside and explained to him what he
expected from him. Then Vito bid good bye to Felice and Peter and followed
don Antony with his own car.

Reaching Chicago, don Antony showed Vito to a suite inside the vast
penthouse, assigned Jerry Mattoli to him as an assistant, and introduced
him both to his family and to the most important men of his clan.

Vito and Robert got on well with each other from the start, even if they
didn't come out mutually; but they shared a certain feeling and they
perceived it at once. Finally Vito, from some veiled allusions by Jerry,
realized that Robert was also gay, and thus he thought that it would be
worthwhile to probe the matter. If it were true, then he would not have
disliked starting something with Robert. In fact, Vito thought Robert to be
a really handsome young man and, by far, the most likable of the Russo
clan.

At the beginning of June, while Robert was tanning himself face down in the
roof garden of the penthouse, Vito, similarly clad in swimming trunks, went
to lie down nearby.

"Hi, Robert!"

"Ciao. You too want to catch some rays?"

"Yeah. A tan makes you more desirable."

"Are you on the make?"

"Well, I want to be."

"Anybody I know?"

"Maybe..."

"Good luck. But you don't need a tan to hit the mark with your bod. Do you
lot of sports?"

"Enough -- martial arts, tennis, horse riding and swimming..."

"Hell, a sportsman! That's why you're so well built."

"You've got a nice body. And you're nice, which is even more important."

"Thanks... but now enough with the compliments..." Robert smiled.

"Why? Aren't we friends?"

"I'm happy you have to stay with us."

"Your father doesn't seem so happy about it, I think..."

"My father... He is happy only when he can give orders. Never when he has
to receive them."

"Don't tell that to me. It can be dangerous, you know? My dad's don
Carmine."

"I don't give a shit. Your father probably already knows the nature of my
father."

"You... you're different from him?"

"Thank God! And it's possibly why I feel good around you."

"The same for me. Do you want me to put some suntan lotion on you?" Vito
asked, knowing full well that Robert had just done it.

"What? Uh, yes, thanks... It's here..."

Vito started to spread it, so he could massage the body that attracted him
so much, and spy on its reactions. He started on the back and upper arms.
After a while, he told Robert to turn. Spreading the lotion on Robert's
neck, shoulders, and chest, Vito kept glancing at the basket in his
companion's Speedo, hoping to detect a reaction. The first signs were not
long to come. Robert closed his eyes and visibly enjoyed that pleasurable
and skilled massage. Vito reached his belly and almost as by chance, forced
slightly down the elastic waist band. He didn't push that too far. He
passed to the thighs and, with the back of his hands, at times he brushed
the generous swelling that was filling the elastic fabric of the thin
swimsuit more and more conspicuously.

"Gosh, what hands you have... you are skilled!" Robert murmured.

"Do you like it?"

"You managed to make me aroused, don't you see? It seems almost an erotic
massage..."

Vito didn't answer but continued to spread the lotion up and down the well
shaped thighs of his companion. He, too, was aroused, but he still didn't
dare to make the first explicit move. When Vito finished, Robert sat up.

"Now it's your turn. Lay down." he said.

Vito stretched out and closed his eyes. He felt his companion's hands
gliding on his skin, spreading the lotion. He also became aware that
Robert, differently from himself, lingered a little longer in the erogenous
points. And when Robert reached his pelvis, he decidedly pulled down Vito's
swimming trunks a couple of inches, without uncovering his member but at
the limit of it. And the fingertips of Robert fiddled with his friend's
groin hairs. Vito shuddered.

"You too have an hard on, I see..." Robert said.

"Mhmmh." Vito said.

"Do you like how I'm touching you?"

"Mhmmh!" Vito repeated, his eyes still closed, but with a light smile on
his lips.

"If you pull off your trunks... you can get a complete tan. What do you
think of that, Vito?"

"But if someone comes..."

"I can shut the door with the remote control... Here, it's done. Now we are
safe. Lift up your butt, go on..."

Vito raised up his pelvis and Robert pulled off his trunks.

"Wow, what a nice cock you have, bud!" Robert said and at once he lightly
caressed it.

Vito made it dart and his companion giggled, pleased. Then Vito felt
Robert's lips on it, at first light, then greedy. Vito opened his eyes.
Turning to reach his companion's body, he pulled off the tight Speedo. They
united in an eager sixty-nine. They made love. The sensation to their
bodies, made slippery by the lotion and caressed by the sun and a gentle
breeze, was splendid. While Vito was joyfully hammering inside Robert, a
plane was plowing through the sky overhead, not very high, possibly
preparing to land at O'Hare airport. Robert fancied the passengers behind
the portholes looking at them. It was impossible they could see them, but
the thought made him smile. Vito liked Robert, who was uninhibited, hot and
passionate both as a top and as a bottom, a lot. He was lucky having found
a friend there also, a friend like Robert.

"Vito... did you like it?"

"Very much! And you?"

"A lot, everything. Will you come sometimes to my bedroom?"

"Wouldn't that be really risky?"

"I don't give a shit. My father knows about me."

"And he says nothing?" Vito asked, taken aback, thinking of his own father.

"What can he say? I had a boyfriend. Chris. He took him away from me so he
can fuck him, the bastard!"

"But... your father..."

"He's gay like me, even if he is married. But he's a real bastard.... he
just took my Chris from me - like that!  We wants to be the only one to
fuck him. He doesn't love him as we loved each other..."

"Christ! I really wouldn't like going to bed with your father. Anyway, my
family doesn't suspect a thing, and I know that if my dad found out about
me, he would react really badly. Therefore I have to be really careful."

"Tell you what then, I'll come to your rooms. I'll do it so that nobody can
see me. We'll both be safe. OK?"

"Sure. Are you still in love with your Chris?"

"Yes, and he with me."

"I never was really in love. Just some crushes... It must be bad for you
not being able to be with your Chris..."

"At times, hiding from my father, we manage to stay a while together, to do
something. But what makes me really mad, is how my father uses him. He
calls him his toy-boy..."

"Toy-boy? A toy... to use as long as it amuses him..."

"That's it. So you see why I hate my father."

"I'd hate him, too... I understand you. Anyway... it appears lots of us are
gay -- at home I had two gay friends, and here - you, Chris, your father...
When I was a kid I thought I was the only one..."

"No way! Haven't you read anything? It's in books that we make up ten
percent of the population. Therefore there are many more for sure. But you
know, in families like ours, it's a dishonor being gay. If you are, you
hide it carefully. Especially if you're not on the top level, like you or
me. A faggot is not man enough to be a Mafia man, according to them... My
father, shit that he is, doesn't flaunt it around. The few who know keep
their mouths shut tight.  They'd better."

"Shit! God, my father would chase me away if he just had a hint of it. He's
a man of the old ways - women all over the place, as many as you want, even
after marriage. But fags... God save us! Three years ago, he fired one of
his closest assistants as soon as he found out the guy had a male lover. He
was out for good, a pariah."

It had been a few months that Vito and Robert had made love when don Antony
made his contract with Silvio and set Chris free. The young man, after
having witnessed the rape of Silvio and having received his testimonial,
went at once to see Robert.

"Robert... I'm free, at last!"

"Free? What do you mean?"

"Your father found a new toy-boy, a kid sixteen years old. He is fucking
him right now, in his studio. And he told me I can come back with you."

"You saw my father fucking him?"

"Yeah. And I also saw that the kid had tears in his eyes... I'm sorry for
the kid but, sincerely, I'm happy for both of us."

"Sixteen? Do you know who he is?"

"Not the slightest idea. But you will meet him soon, I think that your
father will take him as his steady."

"Was he crying?"

"No, tears streamed down his cheeks, but he had a tough expression and was
trying not to show them."

"A handsome boy?"

"Half man and half adolescent. Well shaped, for what I could see. You could
even think he is seventeen, eighteen. But do we have to talk about that
kid? What about us?" Chris protested.

"I'm so happy having you with me again! You know I love you, don't you?"

"Me too. I would have found it queer, before all this, to think, to say I
love you. But those months we were parted... I know that I, too, am in love
with you."

"I... I was wrong not to oppose, not to fight my father more strongly..."

"What could you do? What could I do? You know that when he wants something,
he doesn't respect anybody! Just to have it, he has also killed, you know
that. But all's well that ends well, isn't it?"

"Yes. I will have my bed changed for a king-size one, a square one. And
you, from now on, will steadily sleep with me..."

"In spite of everybody, yes! All right Robert, I'm happy with that!"

Robert told Vito the news. Vito understood that now he could no longer have
sex with Robert, but he was happy for him and told him so. After all, Vito
was really glad that his friend could be again with his boyfriend, and he
envied them a little. He soon became friends also with Chris.

Then they met Silvio. The boy had a little room communicating to don
Antony's. Differently than Chris, the boss did never part from the boy a
single moment. He had said to the boy he had to be available twenty-four
hours a day, and it was literally so. Everywhere he went, he took the boy
with him. He had a very elegant wardrobe made for Silvio, not because he
cared so much about the boy, but because he wanted him to cut a nice figure
at his side. Officially, in public, Sivio was the don's gofer but, behind
the scenes, he had to be ready for a fuck or a blowjob as soon as don
Antony snapped his fingers. Silvio always ate at the family table as though
he were a member. However, the boy never had one penny in his pockets.

Vito begun to gradually feel a kind of attraction toward the boy. Without
showing it, he started to observe, study, scrutinize him. He became aware
that, behind Silvio's pride and that everlasting hint of a smile, almost
printed on his face, the boy hid a deep sadness. And... he, too, felt sad
for the boy. He saw him at times doing exercises in the penthouse gym or
swimming in the pool when don Antony was engaged in a private meeting, and
he admired Silvio's body, more that of an ephebe and not yet that of a man.
The boy was taciturn, but his eyes betrayed an incredible inner liveliness,
constantly constrained. Vito felt that in his heart something special was
blooming toward Silvio...

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER FOUR

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