by Loki Renard
Finally, Angelo threw the belt down, and pulled his cock out of his pants.
Fuck. Angelo was glorious in every way. His cock was thick, heavy, and long, veined like a bull. As he took some lube from his pocket and smeared it on his shaft and head, Mark suddenly understood Bobby’s jealousy.
“Hold his ass open for me.”
Mark moved his hands down, away from Bobby’s arm and neck. Bobby could have bucked up at any moment, but he stayed down as Mark slid his hands over those hot red cheeks and parted them to allow Angelo access to Bobby’s little winking star.
There was no foreplay. Angelo just gripped his dick and pushed his way deep inside his boy. The sound Bobby made when Angelo pushed inside him was one of pure pleasure, a groan of masculine delight.
“You wanted this all along, didn’t you,” Angelo snarled, pumping his dick deeper inside Bobby.
Now Mark was totally hard and completely transfixed. This was hotter than anything he’d ever been around in his life. The passion between Angelo and Bobby was incendiary, making Mark’s blood run hot in his veins as he stared at Angelo’s cock pounding in and out of that snug hole.
“Yes!” Bobby screamed. “Yes I fucking wanted this!”
He was biting the covers, his ass raised to Angelo, offering himself with such raw submission that Mark damn near couldn’t take it. He slid his hands from Bobby’s ass, and knelt next to the pair of rutting males, trying not to touch his painfully hard cock. When he could stand the arousal no longer, he pulled his own dick out and began to masturbate, his eyes locked on the scene before him as he stroked himself.
Angelo looked over at him with one of those wolfish smiles, and Mark saw a dark notion spark in the man’s mind.
“You should take him too,” Angelo growled, sinking himself full depth inside Bobby’s ass. “After all, it was you he was threatening.” He gave Bobby a few more languid pumps. “What do you think, boy, are you ready to make it up to Agent Locke?”
Mark couldn’t help his grin. Angelo was using the term agent just to mess with Bobby. Mark knew he wasn’t really a person to Robert Vitali. He was the physical embodiment of an organization dedicated to bringing them to justice. That was why Bobby hated him so much - in addition to being romantic competition in the most twisted of ways.
“What was that, Bobby?” Angelo pulled all the way out to the tip. “Do you want another cock?”
“Yesss…” Bobby hissed the answer, his teeth gritted as he shut his eyes, trying to deny what he was asking for even as he asked for it.
Angelo pulled out of Bobby’s ass, the spread hole staying open, clenching a little as Bobby’s well trained sphincter adjusted to the temporary intermission.
“Do you want a turn?” Angelo looked at Mark.
Fuck yes he wanted a turn. He needed a turn.
Getting around behind Bobby, Mark pressed the head of his cock to Bobby’s hot little ring. God. It felt so good. The anticipation of sinking inside him was delicious, so much so that Mark held himself there for a long moment until Bobby began to whimper and squirm. The cocky violent little fucker who had been ready to blow his brains out was long gone, replaced with a horny boy who just needed to be taken.
“Patience,” Mark chided, allowing just the head of his cock to push past that tight ring. Oh God yes. This was everything he had imagined, a hot, tight, greasy hole enveloping his cock greedily.
As he started to stroke in and out, Mark felt his emotions start to unlock. This little shit had threatened his life. How fucking dare he? He’d show this boy who was on top, and what would happen if he ever tried to threaten Mark again.
Bobby let out a grunt as Mark started to fuck him with hard, punishing strokes. Fuck. Yes. He needed this. He needed to take out all his anger, his frustration, his fear on this sweet ass. But even this wasn’t enough. Pounding his ass felt good, but Mark needed even more. He needed Bobby to submit. To take him fully willingly. There could be no hiding in passive submission.
Mark lifted his hand and smacked Bobby’s bottom. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
“Yes, very good,” Angelo praised. He had slipped across the room and was wiping his dick with a wet towel. He returned and grabbed Bobby by the head, slipping his cock into the younger man’s mouth. “Use him, Mark. Unleash all that frustrated desire the FBI won’t allow. You don’t have to be a eunuch with us.”
Mark’s eyes met Angelo’s as he thrust deep and then held back so Bobby could slide back and forth too, working his hot round ass on Mark’s shaft. He and Angelo were in this together, using Bobby. Disciplining him. Fucking him. Taking him. Mark could feel his cum roiling in his balls. Fuck. Yes. Buttery walls gripped him so damn tight.
He could get used to this. Not just fucking Bobby, but being free in this way, free to fuck as he liked, to be as dark and dirty as he liked, to express himself in a way he absolutely couldn’t anywhere else. This was depraved lechery at its finest.
“Cum inside him,” Angelo invited. “Cum inside that hungry ass.”
Mark didn’t need more prompting. He grabbed Bobby by the hips and railed him hard, the little gasps and squeals emerging from the gangster only serving to heighten Mark’s pleasure. Maybe one day Bobby would kill him, but for the moment nothing mattered more than spending his seed deep in Bobby’s tight little ass.
He came with a roar, his cum shooting deep in Bobby’s bowels. With jerky, panting strokes Mark emptied himself fully, his balls draining into this deserving little asshole’s asshole.
It was only after he came and pulled out that he realized not one of them had worn a condom. And that his arm was hurting like hell.
He collapsed down beside the pair of them, barely watching as Angelo finished inside Bobby’s mouth.
God. What was he doing? It hadn’t even been a week since Angelo took him and he’d already cum inside Bobby Vitali twice. Wet sucking fucking sounds were emitting from the pair beside him as regret began to spiral through Mark, starting in the pit of his belly and working up to his brain.
Lying on the bed, his desire sated, but his conscience screaming, Mark knew he was in trouble.
14
Several days later…
“I’m really more of a top,” Mark explained. “I’ve never taken another man, you know, inside.”
“Then it will be a unique and worthwhile experience, as well as serving to secure your freedom.” Angelo replied with one of his oh so elegant smiles.
They were eating breakfast together on the terrace, the two of them sitting there like old friends while Bobby brought the pair of them their meals from the kitchen. There was a staff here somewhere, though Angelo had made certain to keep Mark out of their sight and vice versa.
Mark couldn’t believe he was still discussing sex with Angelo Vitali. Over the past few days, things had settled into an odd kind of ‘normal’. It was normal to be a captive. It was normal to have a boy to order around. It was normal to be told that he’d have to give his ass for his freedom. All perfectly normal.
But Mark was starting to get desperate, and not just for freedom. Angelo’s seduction was beginning to take effect, working on Mark’s natural curiosity and desire. If there was no choice but to allow Angelo to take him, perhaps he should just give in and let it happen. Angelo showed no sign of relenting from his requirement, twisted as it was.
“You could go home today,” Angelo purred, catching Mark’s thought. “Unless, of course, you like being captive here.”
“No,” Mark said quickly. “I don’t like being here.”
“Are you sure? You have a boy to use, delicious food, no responsibilities…”
“The off chance of being murdered on any given day.”
“Well,” Angelo allowed. “Nowhere is perfect.”
Mark nodded, gazing out into the sky. This was so fucking weird. It had made more sense when he’d been stuck with a probe and shocked. That was what bad guys did. This… this conversational degradation of everything he’d ever believed in wa
Angelo was charming, handsome, and as long as he got what he wanted, relatively safe. Sometimes he even felt like a partner of sorts. They were two men on the opposite sides of the law, but there was a certain kinship - or at least Angelo was manufacturing the illusion of one.
“What do you want from me, exactly? I can’t exactly tell the bureau that I’ve been hanging out here with you. They’ll come for you.”
“You’re going to tell them that you were held captive by the Leonti family,” Angelo said. “You’re going to tell them that you barely escaped Mario Leonti’s clutches alive.”
“So someone else is going to take the fall for you.”
“Someone else always does,” Angelo smiled.
Mark nodded grimly. That was one objection down. There was still another.
“What about Bobby?”
“What about him?”
“He’s possessive of you.”
“And I am possessive of him, but you have had him for yourself. There is no reason I should not have you too.”
Mark felt a blush rising to his cheeks. If only Angelo weren’t Angelo Vitali. If only he were a handsome man Mark had met on holiday. Then he could have followed his instincts, allowed Angelo to take what he wanted.
“Why?”
“Because I know what it will mean to you to give what I am asking for,” Angelo purred softly. “I know it will be a perversion of your very core. And I will drink that in. When you cry out beneath me, when you spill your seed at my urging, I will know that you are mine.”
“Not if I’m just doing it because I have to though.”
“Which is why I have not taken you against your will,” Angelo said simply. “I want your consent, Agent Locke. I want you to beg me for every inch of the cock which will free you from yourself.”
Fuck. Even a simple conversation with Angelo was more arousing than most anything Mark had ever experienced. He could feel himself reacting, his cock hardening in the slacks which were not his, but which fit him perfectly.
“You are getting close, I think,” Angelo purred. “Soon you will give yourself to me, and it will be everything we have both desired.”
Maybe he was right. Mark didn’t know what was going to happen now. All he knew was that he was trapped in a way he’d never been trapped before. Angelo had him restrained mentally, tied up in a thousand excruciating internal knots.
“I’d like to talk to Bobby,” Mark said. Bobby wasn’t with them at that exact moment, he was off doing another chore. Angelo was working him hard after the whole near assassination thing, though Mark noted that the punishment wasn’t really all that serious. Shining shoes and getting coffee wasn’t really fitting punishment for threatening murder.
Angelo smiled softly. “You need not worry about his jealousy. He will not touch you if I do not command it.”
“Still. I want to talk to him. Alone.”
Angelo steepled his fingers. “Are you trying to play a game with me, Agent Locke?” He seemed rather pleased by the prospect. “Very well.”
He lifted his voice and called out.
“Bobby! Go with Mark. He wishes to entertain you alone in his room.”
Bobby followed Mark upstairs wordlessly. It felt good to have him trailing behind, doing as he was told. Mark didn’t have power like this in the outside world. No hot young men delivered themselves to his room out there.
“Kneel for me, Bobby.” The words came from Mark’s lips so naturally once they were inside what he’d started to think of as his chambers. He’d miss this room when he was free, and that was fucked up. He’d have to buy some new sheets too. There was no going back to polyester after Egyptian cotton.
Bobby obeyed, sliding to his knees with an elegance that Mark admired greatly. There was no real need to have Bobby on his knees. He could have spoken with him sitting in a chair, but it was too tempting to use the power he had while he still had it. His time with Vitali was coming to an end one way or another and they all knew it.
“Tell me,” he said. “Do you still want to kill me?”
“With all my heart,” Bobby replied. “You’re a fucking cop.”
“It’s that simple for you, huh?”
“I’m simple.” Bobby shrugged.
Mark didn’t believe him. A simple man couldn’t ever have been with Angelo Vitali. Angelo was one of the most complex people Mark had ever met.
“You want to know if I’m okay with you sleeping with him,” Bobby said perceptively. “It doesn’t matter. He wants to be inside you, so I know he will be sooner or later.”
“Only if I let him.”
Bobby laughed without humor. “He makes you think you have a choice. You don’t.”
Mark didn’t disagree with him. Here, in this house, Angelo was a god. To leave it, he’d have to give in to what that god wanted. But there was more than just Angelo to think about. He’d been with Bobby twice. More times than he’d been with anyone else in his life. That meant something. Maybe not what it would traditionally mean, but still, something.
“What about you and I?”
Bobby’s dark eyes flashed. “There is no you and I. There never will be. You’re a fed. I’d slit your fucking throat if I could.”
Oh but he was a hateful little thing. Mark felt the impulse to punish him rise. He wanted to take him by his hair and toss him on the bed and ravage him until he was absolutely breathless.
Fuck it. This was probably the last chance he’d ever have to do it. He pointed to the bed.
“Get naked and lay down.”
Bobby gave him a mocking look even as he stood up and started to undress, stripping the shirt and slacks from his muscular compact frame. “You’re not as good as Angelo,” he taunted Mark. “You never will be. That’s why in the end we’ll take you down.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
“Lay down. Pull your knees up. Show me your ass.” Mark gritted the words out, letting his baser impulses take over.
The younger man did as he was told, putting himself into the lewd position. His asshole was displayed so perfectly like that, his cock hardening against his belly as he laid back and put his hands on his knees to pull them up and back.
“I’ve mostly fucked women in this position,” Mark said, pulling his cock out. He didn’t even bother to remove his clothing. He wanted to rail Bobby nice and hard one last time, prove a point to the little fucker. “I’m going to fuck you like a bitch, Bobby.”
He saw Bobby’s cock twitch at the word. “You mean before Angelo tears you a new asshole,” Bobby sneered. “He’s bigger than you. You’re going to scream like a girl.”
“Yeah?” Mark stepped forward and slapped Bobby’s ass. “Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
Mark grabbed some lube and dribbled a generous amount over Bobby’s asshole before rubbing it in with the head of his cock. Fuck, this boy was beautiful. He had Polish blood, not Italian, and it translated to a haughty elegance and pale visage that made Mark rock hard as he started to slowly sink into the rebellious little ass.
“Yesss…” he hissed the word to himself. Pulling Bobby’s legs up onto his shoulders, he worked his cock in and out slowly. There was no need to rush this. It was the third time, the last time. Hated or not, he wanted to leave Bobby with something to remember.
Bobby’s head fell back as he reveled in the fucking. Mark got the impression Angelo didn’t do this very often with him. The punishment he was giving Bobby wasn’t pain. It was pleasure. It was some kind of tenderness. Maybe he’d remember this later on. Maybe it would have some kind of lasting effect.
Mark leaned down, grabbed Bobby by his hair, and kissed him. Deeply, slowly, with passion. He saw confusion and lust in Bobby’s eyes as their tongues swirled slowly in a dance of intimate connection.
“You’re worth more than this,” he said, breaking the kiss and pumping his hips slowly in and out of Bobby’s ass.
“Fuck off, I hate you,” Bobby growled. Mark held himself still and captured Bobby’s face again, gazing down into those pretty dark eyes that were so different from Angelo’s. When Mark looked into Angelo’s eyes, he saw the devil. Bobby’s evil was of a different kind. Impulsive and young, he was being shaped by the worst influence in the world.
“Fight for yourself,” Mark whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Bobby’s lips before rearing up and thrusting deep again, forcing a rough cry from Bobby as he rode the boy to a mutual climax which swelled between them, hatred meeting with tenderness in a stormy orgasm that began in Mark’s balls and travelled between their flesh, seeming to emerge from Bobby’s cock as they came at the same time, seed shooting both inside Bobby and across his belly.
“Don’t forget,” Mark said as he pushed his cock back into his pants.
“Die, asshole,” Bobby panted. His comment might have held more sting if his ass weren’t drooling Mark’s cum.
15
Angelo was still on the terrace when Mark returned. He seemed unconcerned and uninterested in whatever Mark had done with Bobby upstairs. He gave Mark a brief nod as Mark approached, then watched with what passed for surprise as Mark stripped himself naked as swiftly as humanly possible and stood before him without a hint of clothing, his cock still gleaming with lube and cum from being inside Bobby.
“I’m ready.”
“So I see,” Angelo said, putting his cup to the side with a smile. “Very dramatic, Agent Locke.”
“Should I just bend over the table and have you do me here?”
“You sound petulant,” Angelo said. “That’s not how this is going to be.”
“No? How is it going to be?”
“You’re going to ask me nicely,” Angelo purred, standing up. He approached Mark. Unlike when Angelo looked at Bobby, there was no height difference between them. Mark could look this man dead in the eye, and he did.
This was going to be the most high stakes sex of his life, bar none. He wanted it to be over with as quickly as possible, but he knew Angelo knew he wanted that. So it would be drawn out, of course.
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