by Lea Bronsen
"My friend's going to join us, Tina." Gianni nipped her earlobe. She squirmed.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." She slipped under his arm and headed upstairs.
With a glance at Shannon, Gianni followed. Each step stiffened his cock as Tina dragged her hand along the rails and bounded up to the third floor. He might open his home to friends and acquaintances, but that hinged on one rule. No one dared go to the top floor without his invitation.
Gianni had converted the once-attic space to a spacious master bedroom. His bed, adorned with golden silk sheets and soft restraints dangling from the wrought-iron filigree above the headboard, hugged the back wall. The floor had plush, dark carpet with light gold accents along the perimeter. Sconces spaced on the wall gave a soft glow. An oasis away from the chaotic madness of his family's business of racking up a body count. If the need to launder money hadn't been thrust into his hands, the allure of drugs wouldn't have grabbed hold. The gene at the root of the blame game was a deep-seeded DNA in his lineage.
He stripped off his shirt. Tina's hips swayed as she sauntered to the bed. Out of the corner of his eye, Shannon paced near the large armoire in the corner. Almost predatory. Tina’s fingers traced the contours of his bare chest. Gianni shivered. He blinked away some of his cocaine haze and palmed her breasts, so perfect and conforming to his touch. She worked the buckle, and his pants fell to the floor. One kick and his legs were free. Shannon unbuttoned his shirt. A fine sheen of sweat dampened the soft light curls on his chest. As Tina sank to the floor, Gianni grinned. Her plump, ruby lips kissed the fat head of his cock. With the drag of her teeth on the smooth silky underbelly of the shaft, he hissed. He held out his hand as Shannon advanced.
"Wait your turn. We've got all night." He chuckled. "Don't you want to watch her suck my cock?" Shannon's narrowed gaze and clenched fists almost had Gianni spilling his load between Tina's lips. He refused to avert his eyes, challenging his friend to defy him. Each loud, wet suck unpuckered the man's mouth. He yanked Tina to her feet and gripped her jaw. Lipstick smeared her swollen lips. He smoothed his thumb across the raised surface.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're not going to remember." He kissed her. Eager, her tongue invaded his mouth. Tumbling to the edge of the bed, her satin dress caressed his skin. Shannon stood behind her and lifted the material away. He smoothed his hand over her ass. As he slapped her tender flesh, she jumped. Tugging the narrow band of her panties, he let it go with a satisfying snap before removing them.
"This is going to be one wild ride." His friend smirked.
"Yes." Gianni cupped Tina's cheeks. "Such a good girl."
"Wha—" Her eyelids drooped and Gianni pushed her off to the side. Shannon, his erection bobbing, stood at the foot of the bed waving a syringe in his hand.
"Are you fucking crazy? I wasn't done with her."
"Yes, you were, you fucking tease." Shannon stalked over to the side and set the syringe on the nightstand.
"You better have a good god damned reason. I haven't had a good dick suck like in a long time, asshole."
Shannon chuckled. "The things I do for a good fuck." He climbed on Gianni, kissing him madly. Gianni grabbed his hair and yanked back.
"What the fuck to do think you're doing?" He shoved him away and slid higher on the bed. "Tie me up and suck my cock first. I want to taste me on you."
One by one, he secured Gianni's hands with the restraints hanging above the headboard. Any other time, Shannon would be the one at his mercy, but treating his voracious lover after a long absence had been a promise. With little control on his life, the bedroom was his to manipulate to his pleasure. He regretted leading Tina into thinking they'd fuck, but in the morning, she wouldn't remember a thing.
As Shannon straddled him, Gianni closed his eyes. Warm kisses trailed along his neck and he groaned. Farther south, his lips traveled until the wet mouth of his lover encompassed his rigid cock. Down to the base of the shaft, he almost came. Family meetings and keeping up his image in public had kept him away from Shannon's glorious lips and ass for too long. The last stint in rehab hadn't helped, either. Six months of sneaking around to jack off had done nothing to sate his appetite. His family built their extortion business on fear and intimidation. A little cocaine to fuel the crazy added to that in Gianni's opinion, yet his brothers tried to cow him at every turn.
He opened his eyes. His masterful boyfriend worked the shaft better than Tina could dream of doing for him. The flaming locks on his head matched the fiery method. His tongue slathered Gianni's shaft. Pussy only satisfied him when his lover couldn't find a way to sneak into his home.
"Missed you." Shannon kissed the tip of his cock. "You don't know how many times I climbed down that trellis in the back when your family made a surprise visit. Fuckers. That apartment I'm living in is shite."
Gianni loved the Irish lilt in his voice. The tone made their intimacy taboo, considering his family thought Shannon’s ethnicity beneath their standards, except for manual labor. Not that he didn't enjoy Shannon laboring over his cock masterfully.
"Yeah, well, my old man is sending me overseas for a bit to some resort or something in Switzerland. Deep woods shit." As Shannon dragged his teeth on his balls, he sucked in a breath. "So you won't have that problem. I plan to see you bent over every night."
"I'm going to suck your cock all night long." His lips slid down slowly before hurrying his pace.
"Take it all." Gianni jerked against the restraints, regretting his decision. He wanted to feel the top of Shannon's cropped hair, and come all over his face. Letting his boyfriend have some measure of control was worth it. Shannon’s perfectly swollen lips milked his cock, but he held back, savoring the moment.
His and Shannon's relationship had started more as animalistic need than mutual attraction. Shannon was a warehouse worker for his father, barely making by on his salary. When he'd stormed out on a family meeting regarding expanding their business to include illegal imports, Gianni had wandered into the storage area of the warehouse. He'd gone into the worker's bathroom to get away from his brothers in case they'd come after him. Whether their failure to locate him was on purpose or Gianni's luck at hiding, he used the out-of-the-way place as his sanctuary. One day, when his brothers teased him incessantly on why he hadn't found a wife to knock up yet, he'd run into Shannon. He had been relieving himself at one of the urinals and Gianni couldn't keep his eyes off the impressive cock. Not fully erect, veins pulsed beneath the surface of the smooth shaft. Gianni had gone stiff in his pants from seeing such a specimen, and beautiful visions of his tongue slathering the tip with his tongue sprung in his mind. Shannon met his blatant gaze, and instead of running out, Shannon locked the door. With a shove against the wall, he kissed him. A bold move, but one Gianni welcomed.
The memory of bending Shannon over the sink spent his cock. Ravenous, his boyfriend milked every drop into his mouth while massaging Gianni's balls. One swipe of his finger along his ass had him gasping. An invitation for things yet to unfold. True to his word, his lover crawled up and kissed him to share his taste. His stiff cock pressed into his belly. "Do you want me to fuck you, Gianni?"
"In the nightstand. Lube." Breathless, he watched Shannon rifle through the top drawer. His lover smirked, holding a small purple bag of powder up first. He dumped a portion on his tongue and kissed him again, hard and forceful. The surge of that drug in his system propelled him to regret the restraints. This was Shannon's turn to shine before their roles reversed. One night to let go.
With Gianni's legs in the air, Shannon spread lube on his hole and used his finger to penetrate. "I've been wanting to do this for so long."
"Do it before I change my mind. Fuck me good and I'll find some rent boy for us to play with in Switzerland."
"A threesome?" His grin widened and he plunged in. Fast and hard, Gianni rocked on the bed. Euphoria, more from Shannon's urgency than the cocaine, had him soaring. The simple dock worker owned his hole with precision. S
hannon slowed, gasping for breath. "I never want this to end. Your ass is heaven." He gyrated, thrusting forward quickly when his cock slipped deep. Masterful, he hit a sweet spot.
"Oh, fuck, Gianni. I can't hold it. Fuck." Strain on his face, Shannon finished with two hard strokes. He tumbled to the bed beside him. "Thank you."
Gianni stared at the ceiling, never wanting this feeling to end. "She's going to wake up in about an hour. Let's get cleaned and put her in bed. Tomorrow, we'll have the house to ourselves." Restraints loosened, Gianni padded to the bathroom. Shannon grabbed his ass most of the way. Their shower was brief, a touch-and-play to release any tension lingering. Shannon gave him a calm that most of his past boyfriends never managed. Not that he had any serious relationships. His last steady fuck had been a man named Johnny. When that affair ended, Gianni wanted nothing to do with another man in his bed for any more than a twenty-four hour period. Deep down, he still wanted his ex-lover, but Shannon was flesh and bone, not a ghost from his past.
Back into the bedroom, they positioned Tina naked in between them and drifted off to sleep. In the morning, she could tell any story she wanted of their prowess. It kept his cover from his family. If he didn't leave this country soon, he'd be dead by his family's hand for having someone's dick in his ass. Never mind a man in his bed was exactly what he wanted.
* * * *
A crash woke Gianni. Sitting up, he tried to rub the piercing headache from his eyes. How long had he slept? His hand searched the satin sheets for the familiarity of Shannon's muscled abdomen, but the bed was void of his lover. He hated not being able to spend the morning with Shannon. Most likely, his grand party had garnered the attention of his family and Shannon had to sneak away again. Even with them living on the opposite side of the city, someone always seemed to contact them when Gianni had a little fun. At least, Tina had served her purpose as a decoy.
The clock on the nightstand blinked neon blue. Sometime after three in the morning, the power had gone out. He wouldn't have to deal with bodies strewn along the hallways downstairs. Darkness had the tendency to make his friends scatter. Without music and cold beverages, the parties ceased.
Footsteps on the steps made him groan. He had hoped his brothers would leave him in peace for one day before busting his balls again. To his surprise, two cops entered his room.
"Gianni Bencivenni. You are under arrest for violating the terms of your release." One of the cops had his hand on his cuffs and held a fold of papers. His partner wavered toward his gun.
"Fuck off. You got nothing." He lay down, biting back a curse. Out of the corner of his eye, the curtains to one of the windows billowed from the breeze outside. Shannon's getaway route.
"Does this jog your memory?" Behind the cop, a plain-clothes detective held up a purple baggy full of Gianni's cocaine stash. "Get dressed, asshole."
Did his brothers loathe his presence so much that they'd rather throw him back to prison than deal with his behavior? "Mind if I piss first?"
"Let's save that little sample for downtown, shall we?"
With no energy to argue, Gianni gathered his clothes and dressed. The boys in blue kept their distance, yet never gave him a clear path to bolt out the bedroom. Not that it mattered. If there wasn't a convention of the pricks downstairs, he'd be shocked. At least, Shannon had left. Gianni's family, or at least his mother, wasn't going to be happy that he couldn't stay clean. Out of all his blood relations, she never lost hope that he would overcome his addictions. He tried to make her proud, but white lines on a mirror appealed to him greater than staying sober. His escape from a world he wanted no part of. Escorted down the stairs, he was ushered outside and into an awaiting car. At least, the paparazzi hadn't shown up. Not that wind of his arrest wouldn't get a front page mention in the city paper anyways. They reveled in seeing Niccolo Bencivenni's youngest being dragged off in cuffs. Another stain to earn a beating as soon as his brothers got ahold of him.
One of his worst fears reared its head when the car pulled up to the station. His father stood at the entrance. No manner of excuses would save his hide from wrath. When Gianni was helped out of the car, Niccolo advanced.
"You useless prick." He backhanded Gianni. "What you do to your mother." Another slap stung. Throwing his hands up, his father walked away. The cops did nothing to stop his small measure of punishment. For his mother, Gianni should have tried to detox his body. The allure of cocaine overrode any sensibilities he had. No judge was going to use any type of leniency if his father had any influence. His chances had been used up in rehab after rehab to cleanse his body of drug addiction. Lies had flowed from his lips at other court proceedings on how he'd remain sober for another chance. No judge would be stupid enough to believe him now. He'd burned that gambit a long time ago. Prison would be his home soon. His heart clenched at not seeing his mother, but the rest of his family could rot in hell for all he cared. He could hide under the guise of Tina sucking his cock in a room full of people, but his family wouldn’t believe he was straight, A gay son deserved one thing in his father's eyes—a bullet to the head. If his mother ever died, that was exactly what they'd give him in his grief.
Fingerprinted and the condemning sample given, Gianni reflected on his last night free. Beyond his mother, he'd fucked up with Shannon, too. Even if conjugal visits were allowed, his deviant relationship would shame his family and end Shannon's life. The latter he couldn't bear.
Chapter Two
Gianni watched the tremor in his hand grow. Sweat trickled down his brow. He spat out a curse. The words in the book he tried to read blurred again. His stomach twisted in pangs not borne from hunger. Outside his open cell, chatter from the other prisoners warped. Maddening whispers gnawed through his skull. A crumpled letter—the only one his mother sent when he was locked away for his third offense of being under the influence in less than a year's time—poked out of his book. He read the beautifully scripted note at night before going to bed. All the hurt and pain in each word still didn't stop him from doing whatever he could within these concrete walls to get high. The crushing reality of what he was for the majority of his family necessitated his habits. He was an unwanted son to an empire that wanted marriages of convenience to strengthen ties.
His two brothers—Salvatore and Luciano—married with gusto. Their ceremonies had been chaste and all a good Italian Catholic family could hope for. But the way they showed up and handled themselves at the reception was anything but chaste. Both had ground their crotches against the bridesmaids during the dance floor frenzy like they were their property. Not that their brides had a virginal bone in their body. Gianni had a taste of how well they'd be faithful in their marriages. In trying to adhere to his father's strict standards, Gianni had drunk a bit of liquid courage and done a bump of cocaine one night with Salvatore's future bride-to-be Lucy far before their engagement was announced. The soppy aftermath did nothing to curb his true desire: a hard, long cock rammed in his ass. He'd kept Lucy's alleged virginity by taking her backside with gusto.
In secret, his family scorned him, but so long as his preference for a bedmate didn't get out to the general populous, his punishment was crass jabs instead of a back alley beating. Nevertheless, his family had done their best to protect him when he was sent to jail in the past. Not that he needed or wanted their help. Their reputation was the one reason they aided him in his legal troubles. The extended hand in solidarity was born of necessity, not compassion.
He closed and tossed the book on his cot. Prison wasn't going to curb his drug use. The quantity, however, was less than desirable. His supplier was going to have to give him more than a small portion that, on the outside, amounted to a pregame warm-up for the cocaine show.
To appease his family, Gianni hid his lover away in a small apartment uptown. When his father was going to let Shannon go because he didn't need him, Gianni stepped in and asked if he could be his personal driver after his license was suspended from a DUI. In the deal, Shannon fed his father any bulls
hit story they concocted about where he'd driven Gianni in a log book. Oh, Shannon drove, all right. All day and as often as he commanded. Gianni loved his Irish accent and the feel of his fingers around his throat. More importantly, Shannon had a discreet drug supplier. When he got released, he planned on snorting a little white powder off every inch of his lover's skin. But without a joyous party, where spies of his father could hide under the guise of being a friend.
"Bencivenni, you little prick."
Gianni yawned, scratching his chin before flicking his fingers at the large inmate who entered his cell. Frank had been stupid enough to believe his lie he'd share the pilfered drugs if the dumbass parted his cheeks. "Fuck off, you piece of shit." He offered one finger to the two men with the hulking brute.
"You took my share." Frank towered over him, spittle dribbling from his mouth.
"I took what was mine all along. You were the idiot who believed I'd give anything to you." His palm slammed into Frank's crotch before gripping his balls tight. Standing while the cowed man screamed, Gianni grinned. His tongue snaked out and licked the side of Frank's face. "Or is it that you hoped I'd drop to my knees and suck your cock, lover boy." He ground his crotch against his victim's. "Maybe you'd prefer the feel of my cock in your ass."
Frank's skin reddened and, before Gianni could move, the brute snapped his head forward. The cartilage in Gianni's nose snapped and pain exploded in his face. The sting spread, but he laughed and squeezed harder. He pushed Frank away. One swing at the blurry image to his right didn't connect and he lost his balance. Frank's goons took turns kicking his sides. Blood smeared on the floor and each blow radiated agony through his body, yet he laughed louder. If only his brothers had the stones to bestow such a beat-down, he'd think higher of them. He cursed at the sounds of the guards breaking up the fight. The drugs did nothing to make him feel something beyond dead inside. One thing branding him more than a walking corpse were the delightful scars of his scraps inside and the pain that accompanied them.