Vendetta del Cuore

by Leigh Kenzie

  “Emilio,” I growl, knowing he’s finally pushed Ignacio too far. “Go ahead. Take the rest of the day. Go see Antonio and the whores.”

  As soon as Ignacio is given permission to leave, he’s gone. I grab the tablet and pull up the video, wanting to see what Emilio did. It’s been fun watching Emilio torture the other boys. It gives me additional power, but I can’t have him making the others break down.

  “I’m curious what he must have done to make Ignacio feel weak,” Luca muses. I agree silently. Ignacio isn’t the reactive type, but then again, Emilio has been pretty much edging everyone for weeks now. I don’t think it would take too much. I sense Luca hesitate, he’s not sure if I want him here or not, but I gesture for him to watch with me. I may need some relief of my own.

  Luca and I watch in rapt attention how Emilio tortured Ignacio. It’s clear he designed the entire situation to look like a happy accident, although, it’s anything but. I can’t help the pride in knowing my boy is so calculating. I choose every boy knowing they’ll bring something unique and powerful to my circle. It’s a fucking privilege to be one of my boys. Something, it seems, Emilio still needs to fucking learn.

  Watching Emilio toss his head back and shout for Ignacio causes me to curse. No fucking wonder Ignacio is strung so tight. The little minx then added gas to the fire with the wink and whatever he said as he passed by Ignacio. I watch a little longer, satisfied Emilio doesn’t come back. I see Ignacio’s strong body in the shower and watch as he goes to grab his cock before removing his hand and slapping at the wall.

  “Fuck, he really managed to keep to the rules, didn’t he? No wonder he came to you on his knees. I don’t know many with that willpower. Marcus probably would have taken what Emilio was offering,” Luca said. Willpower or training. Luca underestimates how much I punished Ignacio, especially for every little slip-up. A smile threatens to slip out as I relive some of those memories before I scowl at the situation. I’ve been too lenient and let this go too far. Emilio needs a reminder who calls the shots here. It was amusing, at first, to watch him play with the other boys. Normally, I don’t give a shit who they fuck, but that’s when they take their place in the organization. Emilio hasn’t reached that point yet. His ass and the rest of him still firmly belongs to me and whoever else I decide gets to enjoy it.

  “Have to say, that’s fucking diabolical and hot as fuck,” Luca murmurs as he reaches down to readjust himself. I look over at him and see the flush of his cheeks and how his breathing is shallow. I’m sure his mind is replaying when I let him have his turn at my newest boy. It would be cruel to not offer him the same release as I did Ignacio, and I catch his eyes with a wicked look that causes Luca to shudder.

  “Over here. Now.” Luca stands to come over, but that doesn’t satisfy me right now. “Crawl.”

  The desk is too massive to see him crawling until he comes around to where I’m at, but as soon as he’s in view, my cock hardens desperately. He stops right between my spread legs, but that’s not enough for me so I stand, towering over him, letting him feel every inch of my power.

  “Take me out,” I say harshly. “No hands.”

  Lust swirls in his eyes as he puts his hands behind his back and leans in with his mouth. I already need to change pants after Emilio’s little stunt on my lap, I may as well enjoy Luca’s wet mouth tugging on the fabric. It takes him a while to get my pants down, and I make a mental note he’s out of practice, and that needs to be remedied. Once he has my pants down, he quickly manages to slide my underwear lower so my thick cock is uncovered. I’m leaking precum, and the cool air makes it obvious how swollen I am. Luca watches me, waiting for my word, and I’m content to let him look his fill. The tension in the air ratchets up, and I can tell he wants to dive in.

  “Open your mouth,” I command, and as soon as he opens it, I’m shoving my dick in there, taking my pleasure from his hot mouth. I don’t give him time to adjust to my pace, relishing his gagging and quick panicked inhales from his nose. Right when I begin to feel the race of my orgasm, I pull out, not wanting it to end yet.

  “Over the desk,” I instruct. I don’t give him enough time to follow orders, though, I grab his hair, forcing him up, and slam him over the desk with a shove. I hear his pained cry but pay no attention. I don’t give a fuck. He knows he’s mine.

  I rip his pants and underwear off him. Grabbing the lube bottle I keep in the top right drawer, I lightly cover my cock. I don’t even bother prepping Luca, I’m too impatient and need to punish someone. Luca just happens to be the one closest to me. With one thrust, I’m inside him. His distressed yell hardens my cock, and the quick breaths he takes makes me grab onto his hips harder, making sure he’ll be bruised.

  I give him a moment to adjust before I start thrusting into him. There’s no softness, no gentle rocking. It’s an animalistic fuck, and that’s it. I change my position, angling myself to hit Luca’s prostate with every push, listening as his cries turn to moans. I’m so fucking close, and I can tell he is as well.

  “Don’t fucking come,” I growl in his ear and reach down to twist his balls hard. I’m kind enough to help prevent him from disobeying me, even as it earns me a screech in response. That tips me over the edge, and I bite him painfully, taking ruthless pleasure in leaving my mark on him. I stay in his ass as my cock pulsates and my balls empty out cum. When it’s finished and I can finally feel my strength returning from such a powerful orgasm, I pull back and let my dick slip out. I take one look at his hole, satisfied with the rawness of it.

  “Get dressed,” I say with a smack on his ass. I chuckle when he moves agonizingly slow to comply with my demand. I look him over when he’s finally dressed. He’s disheveled and hurting. It’s enticing enough that if I had time, I’d fuck him up again.

  “Leave,” I state. “Oh, and don’t jack off or take care of your dick. Next time you come will be when I say.”

  He lets out a whimper before he leaves the room, and I smile at it. I could have been kind and let him get off. But where’s the fucking pleasure in that? No, my boys need to remember I’m the one in charge. They’re here for my pleasure, theirs doesn’t mean shit.

  Chapter Five

  I’m dressed in uncomfortable clothes, the kind I was first given when I was only Master’s toy. I tried to ask the servant why when she brought them in, but of course, I received no answer. It seems like I never receive answers. I donned the clothes, hating how the low-slung dark jeans may as well be painted on me, and the mesh shirt leaves nothing to the imagination as it stretches tight against me. The dark red color of the shirt makes it look like I have blood marking me, and I’ve only just recovered from having ‘His’ on my back. I didn’t see Master at all yesterday or any of the boys. There wasn’t any training, but Luca checked in with me like usual. My meals were even taken alone in the large dining room, and I hated it. The food here is good, but it’s always Italian. Sometimes, I just want a fucking burger and fries. Aside from Radcliff, I’ve never known anyone who enjoyed Italian so much and that’s because he always went on about heritage.

  I press a hand to my heart and force my mind away from him. I need to be calm and thinking of him leaves me furious, filled with hatred. It’s even tinged with a scrap of sadness, knowing my own flesh and blood could cut our own mother down and give me away. Everything I believed about him was a fabrication of my own mind, a devious distortion perpetuated by him. I need to push it away if I’m going to continue playing these games Master has for me.

  Master finds me sitting at the desk when he comes in. Of course, he’s in an immaculate suit. I hate him a bit for always looking so put together and how my body reacts to him now. I idly wonder if my reaction to him and the rest of the men means I’m gay. It doesn’t really matter if I am. I’ll take my pleasure where I can get it, and he’s opened my eyes to all types of different ways to seek it.

  “Hmm, I have to admit I love seeing you dressed like this,” he says as he comes up behind me. I look at him coolly
, unamused. He smirks at me and raises an eyebrow when he sees what I’m reading. He gives a wicked look that it’s one of the children’s books from when I was still being trained. While plenty of books have been added, those were never taken away. I don’t know if it’s the clothes or a sense of foreboding, but I was compelled to look one over again.

  “Come,” he commands quietly, holding out his hand to me. I go willingly, having learned to fight in my own less obvious way. Once I’m at his side, I step closer to him, letting my other hand caress his body, standing, like I’m going to hug him. He releases the hand he’s holding, and I grab his lapels to help steady me as I go to my toes, dragging him down for a kiss. It starts softly at first, in fact I can tell he’s somewhat amused when he pulls back and lightly chuckles. When I yank him back and rub my body against him, the kiss turns possessive, his tongue invading my mouth, taking control as his hands find my ass and pull me even closer. I can feel both of our cocks fill, and I pull back to take a quick breath before diving back. He stops me, pushing me away lightly. He has to see the confusion and even fucking hurt—which astounds me—in my eyes. In response, he lightly brushes a kiss on my forehead before taking my hand again and tugging me along.

  I still wear a collar, but I’m no longer afraid of leaving my room. I make sure to stay within the boundaries of the house, and I am never too far from his side when going out. This is the most obvious the collar has been. These clothes accentuate it. When we reach the landing, I note Ignacio, Marco, and Luca haven’t been forced to dress like this. I hesitate long enough for my master to tighten his arm and force me forward. The sight of the others in suits while I’m wearing this makes me nauseous. Normally, I love their attention on my body. I revel in knowing I can get a reaction from them. It’s different leaving the house, though. I don’t want to be different. I never have. It feels odd to have that old Lio reaction, the shyness and fear of others, but I acknowledge it and decide to ignore the sensation as I follow Master out the door for the limo, the other boys following silently.

  There’s dead silence when we start heading out. The tension is thick in the air, and the usual stares I receive are no longer there, despite how I look. It’s disconcerting. Even worse, I’m not even sitting next to Master. No, I’m stuck between the door and Luca with Master next to him. I want to ask where we’re going, but I know better, so I sit and wait, fear beginning to build in me when nobody will look at me as I try to catch their eye. Even shifting closer to Luca results in him moving farther away.

  When the limo finally stops, I almost breathe a sigh of relief as we exit, glad to get away from the crushing pressure that was building up. However, once we’re out I barely have time to notice any surroundings before Master has me by the throat and is pushing me against the limo. I force myself to remain compliant, even as Luca hands him a leash that he clicks onto my collar. My lips tighten, but otherwise, I say nothing. He doesn’t tell me why. I know it’s a reinforcement of not being worthy of knowing his decisions, only that I must respect them. I have no idea why that reminder is even necessary. The softest tug has me moving forward. I note that we’re standing in front of some club. It doesn’t look like much on the outside, but there’s a line that snakes around the building. Master doesn’t even acknowledge the line and we just stroll to the front door. The bouncer gives a nod before letting us through. One of the men waiting to go in starts to give a shout before Luca turns to him, causing him to pale and shut up. Good decision, I think to myself before I feel the tug again on my collar and rush forward to stay next to Master.

  Walking in feels like stepping into a Miami nightclub. It’s all warm colors, pulsating lights, and the Hispanic music setting a seductive vibe. Yet, Master doesn’t revel in it. He looks around coolly before leading me further in and up the stairs that are guarded by yet another large bouncer. I receive some questioning looks as we move through the club. There’s nobody who looks like me here. Nobody wearing a collar and a leash, but I harden myself to their looks, refusing to give in, even when a blush stains my cheeks. I’m hoping that people excuse it for the heat in here, but I can’t focus on it before we’re entering a room decorated like an office. For as opulent as the rest of the club is, this is sparse. There’s an old, beat-up desk, with an uncomfortable chair behind it. There are no visiting chairs and not even a computer to be seen.

  A quiet knock on the door and a rough-looking man enters the office. He gives a bow to Master and the men, ignoring me completely. It dawns on me, then. I’m being treated like a toy would be, and I have to focus on my surroundings, pushing everything else away. I’m not sure what I did to deserve this, but fuck I need to figure this out fast. It doesn’t stop the small tremors from going through my body.

  I feel a strong yank on the collar, and I look at Master, flushing because he most likely tried to get my attention. I know my eyes are wide and a little wild. He hands the leash to Ignacio who doesn’t say anything either, simply leading me out of the office. At least I can breathe being out of the small, cramped room. It’s certainly better looking here. This must be a special VIP area. There’s comfortable seating, a private bar area, and what looks like large panes of glass overlooking the dance floor. It only slightly mutes the music, enough where people could talk but still loud enough to dance. Ignacio tugs me over to the couches, and without making a sound, he points to the floor. I automatically kneel, not wanting additional problems. When he runs his hand through my hair, I find myself relaxing a bit. I soak up the little bit of comfort and lean against his leg.

  The VIP lounge isn’t crowded, but I catch people staring at me, and I try to ignore them. I watch as the people twist, turn, and grind against each other. Men with men, men with women, women with women, the club seems to cater to them all. A server comes up to Ignacio and offers to get him a drink. His lack of response chases her off. She didn’t bother to acknowledge me. I press even closer to Ignacio and lower my eyes. I hear a few snippets of conversation flowing around me. My blush deepens when I hear, “Isn’t that the guy from the video,” and, “I can’t believe he cheated in college and pretended to be so smart.” Both comments are an arrow straight to my heart. I was so proud of my standing at college, so damn sure of my place in life. I breathe deeply and remind myself I have a new life now. Fuck being a toy. I’ve fought too hard to finally be part of the circle.

  I’m not sure how long I stayed kneeling, but eventually, I feel Ignacio tug at my hair so that I look up at him. It’s the first time he’s met my eyes, and I hope he can read my silent apology, even if I’m not sure why I’m apologizing. He strokes my hair a bit and gives me a wink before standing and gesturing me to do the same. I don’t need to look over because I can feel Master walking this way. It’s the way the energy in the room changes, how everything seems to quiet just a bit. My eyes drop from Ignacio’s, and I tense as I wait.

  I thought maybe Master would acknowledge me, but all that happens is he takes the leash from Ignacio. I don’t wait for the tug. I automatically move closer to him and follow him back out of the club, the loud music swallowing up any words I might want to say. The limo is waiting for us again, and this time, I don’t bother to look at anyone or say anything. I’m conscious of every bit of difference between me and the others.

  We repeat the same process for three more clubs. Each one is vastly different in colors, beats, and the clubgoers, but none of it touches me. It’s a kaleidoscope of sensations each time for me. The yearning to be one of the boys, the misery of being on the outside, the shame of being relegated to the status of ‘toy’ again, and the fear it’ll never get better. I haven’t felt this alone since the very beginning.

  Chapter Six

  “Last stop,” Ignacio says as we come to yet another club. As I exit the limo after everyone, I’m surprised to see Luca waiting to take the leash. It’s always been Master, and once busy, I’m given to Ignacio or Marcus. I almost feel like a dog with how insanely happy I am that it’s Luca. At some point, Luca has become s
ynonymous with comfort to me. His careful avoidance of me tonight made me feel even worse.

  As we walk into the club, I’m assaulted with a vibrating beat. It’s a darker, edgier club with the occasional flash of red highlighting the men dancing on the floor. I want to gawk. This is the first club I’ve seen that caters exclusively to men, and it’s set up in such a unique way. One that promises anonymity, craving, and an unbelievable amount of sensuality. Luca doesn’t tug me as strongly as the rest, content to let me watch the sinuous dancers before guiding me up to yet another VIP level. This one manages to somehow glitter with decadency. Despite the darker lighting, I can see crystals dripping from the tables and from the ceiling in certain places, casting the area in what must be a highlighted look from the floor below. The bartender up here bows to the group before starting different drinks without even asking what everyone wants. While Master disappears with a skinny man who greeted him, I stay beside Luca. To my surprise, Ignacio and Marcus take off their suit jackets and roll up their sleeves before heading down to the floor. It’s the first time they’ve engaged with other dancers during our trip. The crowd parts for them before swallowing them up, trying to press closer. My eyes are eventually torn away, but I’m not sure how to feel about this development. It’s not like I have any claim to the other boys, and it’s always been clear that the others could choose who to sleep with, but something about it bothers me. At least Luca stays close to me.

  He surprises me by bringing me toward the glass where I can look out to see everyone else. As the music switches to a seductive song, he begins to move. Thankfully, the leash is long enough to reach down past my hips. He’s gripping my waist as he holds onto the leash, moving his body in tune with the music. I’ve never been coordinated enough to dance, but his hips move so seductively, teaching me how to sway with him. I can hear his breath in my ear from where he’s resting his head on my shoulder. The longer the music plays, the closer he gets until his hips are tight against mine, and I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. It takes everything in me to not press back and grind against it, but I’m not sure why I’m being punished so I resist as much as possible. It doesn’t help when he pushes against me, eliciting a moan from us both.