The Lost Boys Emporium

Billy sat impatiently on the end of his bed.  His client was running late and not to put too fine a point on it, Billy wanted to be fucked right now!  No, that was wrong, Billy didn’t want it, he needed it!

Billy was a young man, as far as they knew only a few months past his eighteenth birthday, but he looked at least two years younger if not more. He was immature, impatient, emotional, and his behaviour often left something to be desired.

But Billy was cute. He was a compact little thing, slim, short, with a cock that looked like it hadn’t yet grown in fully and the ass of a much younger boy. He had a tousled mess of dark blonde hair on his head, some wispy under-arm hair, the smallest thatch of pubes that he didn’t need to trim, and that was it. He satisfied a particular type of customer at the Emporium: those who liked to think they were fucking a much younger boy.

Billy longed to be a Silver or even a Gold. He’d longed for that since he was a Runner. He used to have a reputation for great behaviour and as someone who followed the rules and because of that he was often asked to run for top brass. Puberty hit late and probably wasn’t finished with him yet. Since then he’d become a teenage diva.

Billy had recently got his wish to become crew, to get Lost Boys quarters. Management didn’t want him, not yet anyway, but a chance encounter a couple of years ago meant he and the boss had a special connection. It was widely believed that Blue himself had intervened to allow Billy onto the roster, to let him progress from Runner to Lost Boy status. Some said it was because of those events long before, while others said it was just business: some clients would pay a fortune to lay with little Billy.

So, they placed Billy with a group of Lost Boys known for their maturity, their excellent work ethic, and their friendship. It was done in an effort to get Billy back on track and for the most part it was working, albeit slowly. Billy was becoming better behaved. Maybe he was just moving through the emotional turmoil of puberty and getting hold of it.

In his suite, Billy was a different matter. He was insatiable and his clients adored him. Management knew that if he could just shut the fuck up from time to time he had the potential to rival even Blue when he was the most expensive boy in the company. It was undeniable, there was something about little Billy.

Billy touched his scrotum and allowed his fingers to trail back to his perineum and little pink hole. Even his own fingers sent a wave of pleasure up his spine. If the client didn’t arrive soon Billy would have to start without him. He’d been at half-mast for an hour already and he just wanted to be held down and stuffed full of cock.

He sniggered. He knew he was sex mad. Since his first time in a store room a few months after the famous party where everything changed, he’d been hot for it like an animal on heat. He wondered if that would ever wear off. He hoped not. He loved sex.

And when Billy said he was hot for it, he meant it. His preference was simple. Don’t fuck about with foreplay. Don’t caress and play and string it out. Don;t kiss and cuddle or do ay of that shit. Just hold me down, treat me like a slut that you possess, and ram your cock into me until you paint my insides with hot, salty cream.

As he thought about that his eyes rolled back in his head. His cock was hard. As usual it hadn’t taken much. Precum was already beading at the tip and he was desperate. He reached back and touched the scar on his upper thigh. It was long since healed and faint enough that some customers didn’t even notice it, but the wound had been deep so you could feel it if you ran your finger over it. Flesh that was ripped by a ring on the hand of a bastard of a customer. Touching that always grounded him. It reminded him of the one time he had been truly and utterly terrified.

There was a sharp knock on the door. Billy jumped, snapping out of his reverie. He bounced to the door and threw it open, jumping up into his client’s arms.

“You’re late” he said, breaking the rules again. “It’s not fair! Now get in here and pound me with that massive dick of yours.”

The client grunted out a laugh. He was a very big man in every sense. Standing at almost seven feet tall he towered over Billy. And he was broad too, with a deep barrel chest and big arms and huge thighs and right there between them, a very impressive cock of magnificent proportions. The guy was like an ex-wrestler, slightly gone to fat but still built like a truck.

He ducked down to get into the room, kicked the door closed behind him, and pushed - practically threw - Billy off him onto the bed. Billy sealed with delight. He flipped over onto his front and went to crawl away, to escape. He knew this big guy liked that. A little game of catch the slut. A big paw came down and grasped Billy’s ankle before you could even get to the other side of the bed. Billy was dragged back across the sheets on his front. The client took his other leg and he pulled them apart to expose the boy’s best assets.

Sometimes the client took longer to catch Billy. They’d play catch around the bed. It built tension and made them both want it all the more. The fact he didn’t this time meant he was horny for it right now, which suited Billy down to the ground. The boy put on a little play of struggling until a hand arced down and slapped his buttock with a stinging slap.

“No, daddy” Billy complained. He didn’t mean it. He liked a slap now and again.

“Hush boy” the man said, his voice deep and gruff. This guy was like a bear and Billy loved that. Billy was already hot with anticipation. His heart was racing. This was it. He was going to take that massive member. The big giant was going to rape the little elf. Billy was breathing in shallow gasps. God, he fucking loved this crazy job!

The client kept one hand firmly locked around Billy’s ankle while he used his other hand to unbuckle his belt. He pushed his pants down past his ass and then let them slide down to his ankles. He yanked his underwear down a little, not all the way, just enough to free his quickly growing dick.

He looked down at the boy. Of all the guys he paid to fuck, this was his absolute favourite without question. He was everything the client wanted, the perfect boy for him. He’d started calling the client daddy from the first time, something that turned this big guy on in a big way. And he didn’t like to play around, something they had in common. This client liked to get the fuck in, fuck hard in a way most people simply wouldn’t permit, and then fuck off. No ties, no kiss-kissy, no declarations of undying love.

And this boy took his cock like no-one ever had. He knew he was big. Too big for most people. And this kid’s hole was small and tight and pink still. Back during their first time together he had wondered what the fuck the Emporium had paired him with. He thought he was going to split the kid in two, but Billy bounced up and down on that thing like it was a po-go stick.

And how it looked as he pulled out.... The way his hole held on and gripped him like it didn’t want to say goodbye. Fuck, that was the best bit. Well, okay…. It was in the top two.

And there was the boy’s body of course. Like a fourteen year old, but not really. It made him horny in way no-one else did, sending a kind of sexual shiver up his back when he looked down on this kid. Smooth pale skin, and little bubble butt to die for, and that little cock and balls.... Jesus H Christ it felt so naughty to fuck this boy.

The client grabbed the other ankle and pulled the boy’s legs apart again. He spat, aiming it between the boy’s tiny little pink cheeks. He climbed up, only releasing the boy’s ankles when the weight of his body prevented his little slut from squirming away from him.

He ground his cock down on the boy, his hand on those slim shoulders pushing him firmly into the mattress. The first few strokes were between the boy’s thighs. Then between his buttocks. He’d get the right spot in a minute. This is how it always went. He was humping now, warming up, pushing the boy down with enough weight to knock the breath out of him. The boy was already whimpering. God, it was a wonderful little noise this kid made! How fortunate to find a lad who enjoyed the taking as much as he enjoyed giving.

Then he was there. He felt his hard dick hit that precious spot right between Billy’s peach-like cheeks. He paused for less than half a second before he thrust, the knowledge of what lay beyond that tight entrance spurring him to almost automatic muscle tension. No hesitation. No thought for whether this would hurt. No loosening the boy up first.

Billy’s eyes went wide. He took a sharp intake of breath. First that giant member was there at the entrance, then it was in. It was fucked into him in a single super-human thrust. His tiny little hole was stretched to breaking point in an instant, his guts rearranged an instant after. It hurt, but it was the kind of hurt that Billy craved. Even now it stung like crazy as his muscle was stretched out without having been warmed up. He knew the pain would wear away in less than a minute as he relaxed into being taken like a fuck doll. Oh good god, he thought, just fuck me! Please, just fuck me!

The client let out a long breath as he bottomed out, Billy’s incredibly tight ring pinching him around his shaft. It was the most incredible hole. He shifted his position, adjusting his legs slightly and flexing his hips to get the very best position, the best sensation. Why the hell couldn’t all guys be like this?

Then he fucked. And he fucked hard.

Billy moaned and cried out and whimpered like a little bitch, but by now the big guy knew this was all just the kid’s way. He enjoyed man-meat being stuffed into his little boy cunt as much as the client enjoyed the stuffing.

The man placed one hand on the back of Billy’s head and shoved his face into the mattress making it hard for the boy to breathe. He grabbed the boy’s arms and held them behind his back with his free hand. He was now free to force his huge member home with his hips, fucking hard, fast, and without mercy.

But he knew Billy’s tell-tale sign. The boy had his ass stuck up, his hips rotated. He wasn’t pulling away. He was pushing right back. Dirty little fucker!

This wasn’t going to last long. The grip this kid had on his dick was incredible. So tight. Tight wasn’t a good enough word but right now it was all he had. And hot, hotter than any passage he’d been in before Billy.

He started to think about having this youngster lick him clean when he was done, their ritual. That started to light a fire in his balls. It took maybe four minutes for that sensation to grow from a pleasant tingle to a wave to a tsunami of pleasure. By now his entire cock was pulling all the way out, then plunging in, out and in again with every thrust. He loved to watch that. They were both bouncing up and down on the kid’s mattress. It felt magnificent.

Billy’s cock and balls were shrivelled to nothing. The boy didn’t need them. He took all the pleasure he needed from the wonderful, amazing sensations in his ring, right up through his rectum. The heat, the intensity, the anticipation of every thrust, and even what was left of the pain was amazing to Billy. And the knowledge that soon he’d be taking this big man’s load. And he knew he did that. He was the boy who got this big man off. Hs little cunt. Success.

The man slowed, the sensations in his cock now in overdrive. He was almost there. Almost at the tipping point..... and….. there it was. He punched his dick into the boy with robotic thrusts, holding it back, fucking still, hiding on until…… until after the fifth or sixth he exploded deep within. His massive balls pumped spurt after spurt of man-milk into the boy, who made mewing sounds that pleased the client.

“Fuck!” The man said. “You’re the best.”

Billy struggled out from under his client with a gaping cunt. He was trailing cum across the sheets. He squirmed between the man’s legs and he licked and sucked that cock clean like his life depended on it. He treated it like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. The man loved this part. The pleasant ache from fucking and ejaculating in that tight hole being gently massaged away by Billy’s lips, tongue and mouth. He wouldn’t get it up again or cum, but it was the most wonderful way to warm down.

What a champion.

As Billy finished, he took the boy’s chin in his meaty hand and lifted him up for a kiss. Then he pushed the boy back down in the bed, flipped him over, and smacked his bottom just once.

“As good as ever.” He growled.

“Thank you sir” Billy cooed, remembering this once to address the man properly but still managing to sound entirely sarcastic in doing so.

The client pulled up his underwear and pants. He chuckled to himself. “Sir.....” he snorted. “The others call me sir. You don’t have to. You carry on being a needy, submissive cock slut and we’ll get along just fine.”

“Okay daddy” Billy said as he stretched out on the bed. “So when you coming back to service my hole again?”

The man chuckled again. “Two weeks. Maybe sooner if I can get out of a trip I’m supposed to take.”

Billy didn’t wait for more small talk. “Well don’t be late next time. I almost had to jerk off, you took so long tonight.” He said. Any other boy in the Emporium would have been punished for that. Instead, the big man grabbed the boy’s cock and balls in one handful, leaned over and kissed him.

“You can sort yourself out now. I don’t have the time. Maybe I’ll let you jerk off while I do you next time. Maybe” he said with a smirk. “Besides, you love it when I’m late. It heightens the tension”

Billy pouted. He knew the client was right. He reached down and batted the man’s big paw away and started jerking off, not waiting for his client to leave.

The man chuckled again. “You’re the best. Now behave yourself and I’ll see you soon. Look after that ass for me.” He said as he finished getting ready and made to leave.

Billy was ignoring him. He had his cock in hand and was building up to a terrific orgasm. He could still feel his client’s cock inside his gaped hole and it was spurring him on.

For a final time the client chuckled. He opened the door and left Billy laying on his back and frantically jerking his dick. What a sight. What a privilege to have this lad. As he closed the door and walked back down the hallway toward the concierge station, he smiled broadly. Fuck, I love this Emporium, he thought.

Billy let out a breath he had been holding as cum pooled on his belly. He knew he didn’t have another client until tomorrow. He figured he’d stay here and snooze and maybe find one of the boys later. Maybe Tristan would fuck him. Or Mitch. Or that new boy, Aiden.

Or anyone.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Dark clouds gathered overhead, low over the harbour and ominous. Armed men patrolled the yacht that was anchored a little way off the pontoons of extremely expensive boats. This wasn’t the old run-down dockland, this was the new harbour for pleasure cruisers. It was the start of the millionaire’s playground in the city. Colourful lights stood out against the dark and the grey, and sounds of parties and music blew out to sea.

Jaimie and Christian had chatted and swapped stories as they both changed. Chris told Jaimie about how he and Pasqual had become lovers. The young man had no qualms about getting naked in front of Jaimie. He had a cute body, Jaimie had to admit. It almost made Jaimie horny for the first time in days. He reminded the Emporium boss of the first time he met a young TT back when they were both “crew”.

Chris had remembered hearing about Jaimie from Pasqual not long after his own adventures, just after he had agreed to remain with the old man. Jaimie found himself warming to the young man and he soon realised there was more to Chris than he had at first thought. Chris had a fun-loving, impish quality that made him seem a little immature at first, but under that playful exterior he was obviously a young guy with steely determination and intelligence.

For Chris’s part, he instantly liked Jaimie. Had had seen many tough men crumble in front of Pasqual and his men, but here was a young guy who had calmly come out to the yacht and faced off against potential death without breaking a sweat. He could also see that behind those almost iridescent blue eyes was a sadness that he wanted to explore. Besides, he rarely got the chance to hang out with people his own age and while he loved Pasqual deeply, he longed for occasional youthful company.

Chris smiled at that. He and Pasqual often had youthful company, but there was rarely any conversation involved. He wondered if he could tempt Jaimie into bed. It was obvious that the blue-eyed boy would be a treat between the sheets.

Jaimie was soon warm and dressed in a comfortable sweater and a pair of jeans that fit almost perfectly. Chris threw on something similar and the two young men went back up on deck to take some air and find out what was happening.

“Aren’t you a little.....apprehensive?” Chris asked as they climbed the spiral staircase from the lower decks.

“No” answer Jaimie simply. He paused then added, “In all honesty, I don’t tend to get scared for myself any more. One of those things, I guess. A hangover from....tough times.”

Chris let that go for the time being. He had an idea that Jaimie had been tortured, from what little he remembered, but as they changed in the cabin Jaimie had skirted around any details. He resolved to come back to that another time.

The two new friends went out on deck by the pool. It was dark now, and they could see the bright lights of the city in the near distance. Pasqual was on deck, lounging back in one of the chairs, puffing away thoughtfully on a fat cigar. An armed man came out on deck as Jaimie approached but Pasqual waived him away irritably. He didn’t need protecting from an unarmed boy.

Pasqual joined them. It hadn’t taken long for the launch to return with news. The name Papachka was indeed being whispered in hushed tones in the seedier parts of town. Not everywhere of course. But if you knew where to listen…..

“Stay for dinner” Pasqual said as they approached. Jaimie hadn’t know for sure whether that had been a command or an invitation. He nodded.

“We’ll talk then. We get to know one another, yes?” Pasqual added.

Jaimie nodded again. “The launch?” He asked.

“My man is still out there” Pasqual gestured to the city. “But he sent word. There’s a name being spoken in hushed voices. Not often. Not openly, at least not yet. So, yes, we know the Papachka has returned from his grave.”

Chris frowned. He hadn’t seen Pasqual like this in the entire time he’d spent with the old gangster. He went to sit at the foot of the lounger and absently rubbed Pasqual’s leg.

In turn, Pasqual turned to Jaimie. He spent a long few minutes studying the young man. Eventually he nodded.

“You have been through the wars in your time, yes?”

Jaimie paused. There was an unusual note in Pasqual’s voice. Was in concern? Maybe sympathy from this tough guy? He put that aside and nodded again. “Yes, I guess that’s true” he said.

“I have been doing some thinking. Some remembering.” Pasqual said, turning away and looking back to the city. “I spoke to some old people like me, people who remember things from before you two puppies were born.” He paused for a long time, so long that Jaimie wondered if he would add to that cryptic comment.

Pasqual looked back at Jaimie and their eyes met. “I think there could be things here you do not understand. If we are going to work together then I am thinking I will need to fill you in.”

“Fill me in?” Jaimie asked, confused.

“Yes.” Pasqual said. He stood and placed his arm around Chris. “We should step back inside the lounge” he said. Jaimie was confused until he caught the humming noise of motors and the floor of the pool started to rise up using the water to bubble like a cauldron. As the three men reached the sliding doors to the lounge, he heard another, louder noise, the unmistakable thud-thud-thud of a helicopter.

“Impressive” Jaimie said as he realised the pool had turned into a helicopter landing pad.

Pasqual turned once again to look Jaimie in the eyes. “This is my friend, deSanto. When he touches down we’ll have dinner together. We can tell you about your uncle Oleg. There are things you do not yet know.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Jaimie sat back in his chair. Dinner had been wonderful and Pasqual’s staff had been attentive. The old man, as Chris called him, had entertained them all with tall tales and Jaimie had been glad to laugh and forget everything for a short while.

Pasqual was an enigma. He knew from his father-in-law that this man was very dangerous and someone who mixed with very dangerous people, far out of the Emporium’s league in terms of matters of the criminal underworld. Yet he was fun-loving, a bright and entertaining personality, and generous too. Jaimie thought he was exactly like his appearance: his disheveled, seemingly oily and tough exterior was the perfect mask for the man underneath.

Jaimie turned his attention to the other man seated at the table. He was a big guy, perhaps the same age as Pasqual but he wore it better. He was a handsome, well dressed, well groomed man. He had laughed along with everyone tonight but Jaimie could sense there was an undertone. This man deSanto seemed like a genuinely decent man, but inside he was seething and it showed.

A man came with a humidor of cigars. Pasqual chose a long, fat thing and Jaimie politely declined. “No smokes for the boy who would be king?” Pasqual said with a broad grin.

Jaimie laughed. “Boy who would be king? No thanks. I like to keep a clear head. I find that drink, smoke, and anything else, makes my head fuzzy and it gives me nightmares.” He gave a half-smile. “I don’t need to give my nightmares any encouragement.”

Pasqual held up the cigar in a way that Jaimie took to mean “do you mind if I smoke?” Jaimie waved him on. He didn’t have any objections. Pasqual lit a match and puffed away on his cigar. When he was satisfied that it was sufficiently lit, he took it from his mouth. “From what I have heard, I imagine your nightmares are.....difficult.” He said with a somber undertone. “A bad business.”

Jaimie raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t realised that news of the Lost Boy had spread so far. “Yes. A bad business that I had stamped out...”

“When you killed Oleg Sandu?” Pasqual interrupted. “He was a shit. A puffed up little man who liked the sound of his own voice. I had some dealings with him, once or twice.”

“I didn’t kill him. My... my aunt pulled the trigger.”

Pasqual grinned. “I know. I’m teasing. Your aunt is Arina, right? That woman... aye! She’s formidable, yes?”

“You know her?”

“I know of her. I am sad to say that I have never had the pleasure. Her reputation though.... a strong and beautiful woman. Let me tell you this thing my new friend, if you must have a woman, have a strong and beautiful one.” He chuckled.

“You mentioned that you had information?” Jaimie said wishing to move on. “You said you knew things about Oleg that I didn’t already know?”

Pasqual stretched and took a sip of his drink. He glanced over at deSanto who was starting to brood. “You want to tell the story, my friend?” He asked.

DeSanto looked up like he was coming around from a dream. He blinked. “Yes. I can tell the story.” He said. He put his elbows on the table and leaned forward. He looked around at the party, sighed, and began his tale.

“There were four of us. Others came and went or hovered on the fringes of our group, but the four of us were the core. There was Pasqual, whose father was a second-rate gun runner. He had made enough money to send his son to an expensive country boarding school in England. He had wanted to buy some sort of legitimacy for the family. I guess he didn’t know his son very well.”

Across the table Pasqual chuckled deeply in his chest. He puffed on his cigar.

“Then there was Marcus, or Lord Marcus of Grayford to give him his full title. He was the third son of of an English earl. Landed gentry, but as a third son he had no part to play in family affairs so he was shipped off to boarding school too.“

“There was Dmitri. His father had been a general, we think, in the Russian army. He was killed in action when Dmitri was young, so he too was sent away to be schooled in England. He always told us he was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps, but that was not to be.”

“And then there was me. Nothing remarkable, just the son of a reasonably well-off shipping magnate who wanted the best for his boy, or at least he wanted his boy out of the way. “

“So, we came together, we four. The misfits. Our first year brought us together and formed us as firm friends. Dmitri and Pasqual were taunted mercilessly for their poor English. I was taunted for being an outsider and for being more physically mature than the others. Kids don’t need much of a reason. And Marcus fell in with us because it suited him to be with misfits. That’s how he saw himself. It worked for him.”

“Our friendship was forged by fighting back, by standing up for ourselves. The more successful we became, the more our friendship grew. Eventually, by the end of that first year, there wasn’t a soul in that school, not of any age, who would cross us. Pasqual had seen to that. The last older boy to pick a fight ended up on life support and, mysteriously, no-one knew how.”
Pasqual chuckled again.

“While we felt at the time that we were great for one another, we were actually a terrible influence on each other. Safety in numbers became a squad of bullies became a gang of pranksters and petty criminals terrorising the school, the town, hell almost anything we could at that young age. We fired off each other, tempting and taunting to go further. And we did.”
“I guess it took about two, maybe three years before resentment started to break us up. We mostly followed Pasqual. He had a knack for finding profit in our adventures and after three years we were all quite wealthy by any standards. He was becoming the de facto leader, but that grated somewhat on Dmitri.”
“Dmitri started to vanish for days at a time. We didn’t know then, but he’d started to smuggle people, something we had all agreed we weren’t going to do. It was one of the few lines we decided we wouldn’t cross. For us, almost everything was fair game, but we preyed only the wealthy, the assholes of the world, and we enjoyed ripping them off. We had no interest in making money from suffering. It wasn’t us. It wasn’t any moral thing for us. It just wasn’t fun.”
“But it was fun for Dmitri, because not all of the people he smuggled made it to their destination. The young, the innocent, sometimes the children of desperate parents, they would simply vanish. Dmitri wasn’t just smuggling people, he was trafficking them. Selling the best into the sex trade.”
“You have to understand, we all had our share of men and women and I’ll admit, not all of them were entirely willing in those early years. But it was becoming clear that while Pasqual and I just wanted some fun, Dmitri and Marcus had.....let’s say different tastes.”
“Marcus liked it rough. Really rough. And Dmitri’s tastes went even further than that. It all came out when Dmitri came to us. He needed help to dispose of a body. And what he’d done to that poor kid has remained with me to this day.”
“We argued and there was some fighting. Eventually Pasqual put his foot down. No more of this, or we go our separate ways. Dmitri promised. But he lied.”
“He brought Marcus into his confidence and he continued to kidnap youngsters for the wealthy of the world. Some ended up in slavery, in harems as sex objects. Others were simply used as disposable sex toys. Marcus’s payment was to cream off the top. He was permitted to take what he wanted to satisfy his growing desire, a desire he couldn’t slake any other way. We didn’t know all this at the time, of course.”
“Eventually it was a little thing that broke us apart. Pasqual fell in love and decided to get married. He asked me to be his best man, and that was the catalyst.”
Chris laughed. “You might have said you’d been married!” He said with a grin.

DeSanto laughed too. “Chris, the old man has been married more often that I’ve had hot dinners. I think that first marriage lasted....what?..... two weeks?”

“Three” said Pasqual indignantly around his cigar.

“Three” echoed deSanto. “Makes all the difference….. Even so, each time I’ve been the best man.”

Chris’s eyes went wide. He’d suddenly realised something. “By any chance” he said “is my old friend the Vice President called Marcus?”

DeSanto chuckled and took a swig of his liquor. “Yes, Marcus eventually went on to become the Vice President of that dirty little country. How did you guess?”

“Well, aside from the clue in his sexual.....ah....preferences.....I remember that he told me you guys went back a long time. And he said something when you arrived. He said something about Pasqual sending his ‘best man’. At the time I thought he meant that literally as a way of comforting me, but it just popped into my head and I wonder now if he meant that for you and not me.”

DeSanto smiled warmly. “I think he meant both. Marcus was always a clever bastard. He would have enjoyed making a dig at me, while also comforting you. It’s a very Marcus thing to do.”

“Anyway, Marcus was insulted and Dmitri used it as a way of creating resentment between us. I suggested that we all take the role as best man, but it was too late. The only good that came from it was that Marcus eventually listened to Pasqual and me: if he continued running with Dmitri, continued down the path he was on, he’d end up dead or worse. He broke away from Dmitri and for a long while he disappeared. Just fell off the map.”
“Dmitri was furious of course. His love for us and our group turned quickly to a seething hatred. He wouldn’t cease the activities that we had forbidden and in fact he seemed to ratchet thing up a level to piss us off. So, we cast him out, but he wasn’t finished with us.”

“You see, after Dmitri left and Marcus disappeared, I fell in love. He was a sweet young thing, full of hope and promise. He wasn’t involved in our business, although he knew what I did. He was just someone I had met on our travels. Things became serious and we agreed that we would set up home together. I resolved to give up any criminal activity and Pasqual reluctantly agreed that we could go our separate ways.”

“My young lover boarded a flight to come to me, where Pasqual and I had been busy sorting out our business affairs. I drove to the airport to collect him, but he wasn’t there. I’ll cut a long story short because it’s still painful for me to talk about it. Dmitri met him and stole him away from me. DeSanto’s face screwed up in pain and his eyes streamed with tears.”
Chris immediately stood and went to deSanto. He wrapped his arms around the big man and hugged him for all he was worth. DeSanto quietly sobbed for a few moments. Jaimie tried to look away, but he couldn’t.

Pasqual sat forward. “Dmitri kidnapped the boy and sent him to a place in the Middle East that he had been using. One of his clients paid handsomely to take the boy. He paid the top dollar so that he could make a snuff movie. They killed the boy and made video of themselves doing it. How they did it.....? Well, they used the sort of tactics that were used on you, blue-eyes. They raped him to death. It was Dmitri’s parting gift.”

“Marcus, that bastard, would not tell me where Dmitri was hiding, but he made it clear that he knew. They had remained in touch. So, I made it known.... if I came across that Russian asshole I would see him dead.”

Chris released deSanto, who was recovering from his fit of emotion. “I take it that’s why the Vice President would not deal with you?” Chris offered.

“Yes, mostly” Pasqual answered. “We spent years as close friends, brothers. We spent years more as mortal enemies. Since then Marcus has come to regret some of his choices, I think. He has softened toward us. Something happened between him and Dmitri and their relationship soured. I don’t know what. By the time I sent you to him, my little Prince, I believe he wanted friendship again, but he set up his silly games and boxed himself into the corner. I think he was relieved when you beat him. We have spoken since, but things can never go back. There has been too much of the water under the bridge, yes?”

Chris nodded. DeSanto wiped his face with both hands and sniffed. “I’ m sorry. Sometimes I can’t fight it. Even now.” He shook his head as if trying to clear it.

“I understand” Jaimie said. He reached over and placed a hand on deSanto’s. “Some pain never truly goes away.”

DeSanto nodded. “So listen, since all that we built our business. I stayed with Pasqual as his right hand. We became wealthy, powerful men. Pasqual’s name is feared all over the world. We eventually tracked Dmitri down and without going into details, we killed him. Or at least, we thought we had. We were so sure.”

“But years after his supposed death, we heard rumour of him. We traced it, but it was a dead end. That happened a few times, most recently here, about two years ago. We got here too late, but we know that his employee was laying ground work for him. We know his employee was killed, shot dead by Arina Sandu, head of the Sandu Family.”

“Oleg?” Jaimie gasped.

“Yes. Oleg.” Pasqual said. He took up the story. “We have been able to work some things out since you came aboard. We know that Dmitri was behind Oleg’s attempt on your life, and now we know why.”

Jaimie sat forward. “Go on.” He urged.

“You know that your mother and father ran away from their respective families against the will of their family heads. Your grandfather ceased pursuit, as your mother was his favourite. The other family did not. That’s because the other family was subject to Dmitri and he punishes disloyalty with extreme measures.”

“By the time his men found you and your brother, Dmitri was going by the name Papachka. His sickness, his perversions, had taken him over almost completely. He believed himself to be everyone’s father, the father of boys who he would sell to their deaths. His men couldn’t work out which of you boys was the right one and your mother wouldn’t tell. They killed your mother while trying to get information from her. Dmitri would have been angered by that. In his rage he established an elaborate plan to allow you boys to grow up just enough to be valuable. Money was set aside in investments and instructions left that whoever found you…. Well, you know that part, eh? All he had to do was wait. He knew that word of his deeds would spread quickly and it would create a frenzy. Legend of the Lost Boys was born. It was very good for business.”

“But something happened. He never intended for others to find you. He intended to collect you both himself. But before he could collect you, before he could cash in the cheques and then make more still from your.....death..... we killed him. Or at least, we drove him so far underground that he had no way back. You and your brother were lost. No-one knew your locations. All anyone knew was that the investments set aside had grown beyond expectations. As you know, I am sure, there was a lot of money riding on finding you. Your location was lost, but the legend remained.”

“Eventually he rose again. He acted in secret, finding a way back into the trade in boys that he had started. He worked through greedy men like Oleg while he kept to the shadows in case I heard his name. He knew, by now, that if he ever surfaced again he would either need to be very strong to withstand me, or I would tear his heart from his chest.”

“But he didn’t count on Oleg messing up. He didn’t count on the cleverness of your people in finding you first and hiding you away. And he didn’t count on friendship, because he never does. I am sure that neither he nor Oleg could believe it when your people stormed his little castle and took you back. I am sure it ruined his day when your beautiful aunt sent a bullet to let some air into Oleg’s head. And then, when you joined forces with the Sandu’s, the St.John’s and then very cleverly, with Christian DeVere, you became untouchable. That was a smart move by the way. It impressed me. It encourages me to know that there are young people out there who know what the fuck they’re doing, yes?”

Pasqual winked.

Jaimie smiled. “I’m glad I could give you hope for future generations” he said.

Pasqual laughed out loud. “There is so much more to you than meets my eye, yes?” He said. “Anyway. My guess is that you pissed off my old friend Dmitri and Dmitri is a spiteful, vengeful old man. He must ruin you and take down your Emporium and he’s not going to rely on other men any more. He tries to work in secret, but once again he underestimates your influence on the streets, influence that your Emporium has won since you took charge. So you hear his name and then by lucky chance, maybe because of fate, who knows…..you whisper his name to the one man he fears. Me.”

Jaimie poured himself a stiff drink and took a swig. He wasn’t a drinker, but stories that delved into his past and brought up all of the suffering that seemed to trail behind him made him want to chug down the whole damn bottle.

He made eye contact with Pasqual. “I assure you, Pasqual. By the time we’re finished, and only for the shortest period before I kill him, your old friend Papachka is going to fear me. I’m going to make him pay once for all for the influence he has had on my life. And if he has killed my friend, I’ll kill him slowly and painfully until he begs for the sweet release of death.” Jaimie’s voice sounded alien in his own ears, but he meant every single word.

Pasqual nodded. He frowned. “Good.” He said in a low voice. “I didn’t know if you would have that inside you, but I see those pretty blues do not lie.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Damien pressed his fingers into Sam’s back, kneading his lover’s flesh like dough, the oils making Sam’s pale skin shine.

“Oh……” Sam moaned. “Yeah, right there!” He said.

Damien continued to massage, to probe with his thumbs, pressing and pulling the tissues of Sam’s back while the young man moaned and writhed beneath him.

Sam was naked, laying face down on a towel on their shared bed. Damien was shirtless, but he wore his boxers. Damien was straddling Sam, sitting on his buttocks while he teased the aches and pains away.

“You do that so well” Sam said into the mattress. “It feels so good”.

“How the hell do you manage to get so tense?” Asked Damien. “I mean, it’s not like you play lots of sport, and you sure as hell haven’t got anything to be stressed about.”

Sam giggled. “I engage in plenty of sport, I’ll have you know” he said. Damien pinched him. “Ow! And I’m just naturally tense. Everything makes me tense. And this house hasn’t exactly been a stress-free environment lately!”

Damien shrugged. He was a happy-go-lucky kind of individual. He didn’t dwell on anything much. Sam had told him that was because he grew up in the wealthiest family around and he had wanted for nothing. In contrast, Sam had been a virtual sex slave after he’d survived life on the street as a kid. Barely survived, that was.

Damien was concerned for his lover. It had been a tough few weeks, and Sam liked things calm and unchanged. “How is your hand?” Damien asked, suddenly remembering and concerned.

Sam looked at it. The knuckles were still a little bit green from the fading bruise, but it was okay. “Yeah, it’s fine.” He said.

“You….. you seen…..”

Sam interrupted. “No. And I don’t want to.” He snapped.

“Listen, you silly little boy” Damien said through a grin. Sam started to push up, but Damien held him down. “Listen and stop wriggling around. I get it. He pushed me, so Sam the Enforcer punches him in the face. Now, I gotta admit, none of us saw that coming. Craig really didn’t see it coming or he’d have dodged….”

Sam sniggered. It was the first time he’d every punched someone like that in anger. It was a solitary punch, partly because he almost scared himself to death in doing it, and partly because everyone had frozen in shock and amazement.

“….but we’re friends. You can’t continue to see Craig as the enemy here. It’s driving a wedge and Craig is really upset by it.” Damien finished.

“Oh, so you’ve been talking have you….?” Sam fumed. He knew it! He wriggled and while Damien tried to prevent it, he succeeded in turning over onto his back. He couldn’t quite sit up though. Damien was too heavy and too strong. He propped himself up on his elbows.

Damien smiled. “Silly boy” he said, and he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto Sam’s. Sam responded automatically. He couldn’t resist those lips. After a few seconds of tasting Damien, he pulled back.

“No, you can’t seduce me to your way of thinking. Don’t talk about me to….to…to that man!”

Damien chuckled again. “I love you when you’re angry. Your little nose gets all wrinkled and your eyes change shade.” He leaned in again and kissed. He knew Sam wouldn’t be able to resist. Another few seconds and Sam pulled away again.

“He betrayed Blue!” Sam said plaintively.

“I know.” Damien soothed. They kissed again. Longer this time. “He made a mistake. His intentions were good. His execution was terrible.” Another kiss. And another. “But he’s hurting badly. He misses Jaimie and you know what that feels like.” Another kiss. “And he misses you.” Another, this time longer, slower, with tongues.

“I….. I’m…… it’s……” Sam tried to get something out, but he was lost.

“I know” Damien said. And Sam knew that he probably did, this beautiful man who seemed to know him better than anyone had ever known him.

“B……but…… and…….” Sam sputtered again.

“Yeah.” Damien said. “I know” and he pushed Sam back down on the towel and kissed his lips, his neck, his ears. “Just….. talk with him. You know, just talk and try to keep those fists to yourself for five minutes, Rocky!” He giggled and Sam did too.

“Very funny” he said. “Okay. I will. You know I’d do anything for you.”

Damien kissed behind Sam’s ear, then down his neck, to his chest. He slid back down the bed and kissed and nibbled Sam’s nipple. He sensed that Sam was hard now. He could see the wave of goosebumps flashing across his lover’s skin. He kissed back up Sam’s neck, to his chin, to his lips.

Sam pulled back and he looked worried. “I thought we……we said this was just a massage….” He said.

“So?” Damien frowned.

“So……I’m not ready” said Sam, a look of sorrow on his face.

Damien looked confused until recognition hit him. “Oh!” He said. He looked thoughtful for a brief second. “I don’t care” he said and went in for another taste of Sam’s lips.

They kissed, but Sam pulled away again. “You do care. You have a totally irrational fear of it being….dirty” he said. “It’s okay.”

Damien kissed Sam into silence, his passion building. Through kisses and touching and caressing, he said “Okay, usually I care. Today, I don’t care.”

“Why today?”

“I don’t know. I just know I want you more now than ever. Just thinking about you sticking up for me, and then doing what I want because that’s the kind of person you are…..” They kissed out a long, wet, hot kiss. “That’s just got me hot under the collar. If it’s….. well, who cares.”

Sam giggled. He pulled his legs up and wrapped them around Damien’s waist. They continued to kiss every more passionately as Damien used one hand to slide his cock free of his boxers. He wet his hand and smeared saliva around the head of his penis, hard already in anticipation of the tight, hot passage he was about to violate.

“You sure…..?” Sam asked. He barely got the words out before Damien was sliding in. He didn’t have to aim. He knew this body inside and out and he knew exactly where he needed to be to penetrate that cute, pink hole. It was the most natural thing in the world.

Sam closed his eyes. Of all the cocks that he’d taken, Damien’s was the one. He’d known it since their fist hot fuck in his office.

“I’m sure” Damien whispered as he bit down on Sam’s earlobe. Sam squealed. He gripped Damien with his thighs and pulled the man up, encouraging him in.

Damien rocked slowly back and forth, kissing and licking Sam’s neck, biting his ear and kissing those pretty red lips. Sam rocked in time with his man, gripping Damien’s dick as the shaft pushed and probed inside him.

“It’s never been more beautiful than it is with you” Sam said.

Damien smiled. “Nor for me” he said. He thought, then giggled. “You’re the best boy I’ve ever fucked.”

Sam snorted and slapped the back of Damien’s head. “I’m the only boy you’ve ever fucked my confused lover”.

Damien lost himself in Sam’s eyes as he thrust with his hips, a shallow but intense lovemaking. Sweat beading on his temple, he said “I can’t last long”.

Sam took Damien’s face in both hands and pulled him in. They kissed and then embraced, cheek to cheek, as Damien pushed and Sam gripped with his legs.

Sam knew Damien was there. He knew from the change of breathing. The slight shift in the thrusting action. He loved this man, loved to feel that wonderful cock sliding inside him. They fucked a lot. They could hardly keep their hands off each other. Usually they fucked like teenagers, really going to for it. They had broken an embarrassing amount of furniture. But sometimes, just sometimes, they made love like this. And for a boy who used to get off on abusive sex, it was a delight.

Damien groaned and thrust forward. Sam gripped the back of his man’s head with one hand and cupped his face with the other. He felt that pulsing sensation as Damien came inside him, then collapsed on top of him.

“God!” He said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you!” Damien said.

Sam rolled Damien off him and over onto his back. He followed him and ended up straddled over him. Damien’s cock had come free in the process. Sam looked down. “Nothing to worry about, big boy” Sam said with a grin.

Damien smiled. “I really didn’t care anyway” he said, and he meant it. “Now come down here and kiss me. I have heard that it’s important to provide aftercare and this is definitely after.” He grinned.

Sam narrowed his eyes. “I think you’ll find the top is supposed to provide aftercare to the bottom….?” He said, but his kissed Damien nonetheless.

“Oh!” Said Damien in mock confusion. “In that case…… let me get my lips around that dick of yours…..” They both collapsed in laughter, but it wasn’t long before Damien had a mouthful of Sam’s cock.

They were both giggling like kids as they continued to touch, lick, and suck.

Young lovers.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

A massive, meaty hand slammed down on the meeting table with enough force to crack the surface.

“For fuck sake, Pavel! You can berate me another time. Now is time to act! Now!” Jonno’s face was purple with almost uncontrollable rage.

Pavel sighed. He broke eye contact, pulled out a chair with his usual slow, deliberate movements, and he sat. There was no point in standing across the boardroom table and yelling at each other, he thought.

“Jonno, my love” he started. “Your days as the infamous Enforcer are a long way behind you.” Jonno began to interrupt by Pavel raised his hand. “Just let me finish, will you?” The slender man said.

“We’re both too damn old for this shit.”

Jonno smiled. He couldn’t help himself. Pavel rarely swore, and it always gave more away about the man’s mood than he would have liked whenever he did.

“We’re too old. And frankly, you’re not the muscled young guy who took out half of the city with your bear hands any more. Your shoulder aches. Your knee locks up. And don’t pretend you don’t have high blood pressure because Garcia tells me everything.”

Again, Jonno started to protest but Pavel irritably waved his concerns away.

“You’ll get yourself killed, you silly man!” Pavel finished. Through the barely concealed anger, through the hard-hitting point that had been rammed home, even Jonno could see that Pavel’s comments came from a place of love and concern. And a good deal of irritation.

There was a long silence, sharply juxtaposed to the yelling of the past ten minutes. Both men could hear shuffling outside the room and they knew that half the staff would be there by now, listening at the doors and whispering about this rare show between the two original patriarchs of this business.

Eventually Jonno sat too. He sighed and then, as if one wasn’t enough, he sighed again.

“I know you’re right” he said, a rare admission. “I know I’m losing my touch. Yeah, my shoulder aches pretty much the whole damn time. My knee gives me grief when it’s wet, which it has been for a fucking month of Sunday’s in this fucking city! My blood pressure is high. I fucking hate getting old. I hate that I’m half the man I used to be.”

Jonno looked up from the table and locked eyes with Pavel.

“But I made a stupid, thoughtless mistake and I pissed off the only other man I have loved. Worse, I got Craig involved and I can’t forgive myself for that. So, this one last time, no matter the consequences - and I mean no matter, Pavel - the Enforcer is going coming out of retirement and he’s going to lay down the fucking law. I’m not asking. When it’s done you can pack us both off to a retirement home if that’s what you want, and if you’ll still have me. But for right now..... I’m not asking.”

There was a film over Jonno’s eyes that belied his last statement. He was asking. He was begging. He needed this. One last shot at being the Emporium’s chief fixer. One last mission to immortalise Jonno the Enforcer into the city’s legends. Pavel’s heart broke, seeing his love like that.

A small tear fell from Pavel’s eye and rolled down his cheek. He nodded, but before Jonno could move he spoke quickly. “Two conditions” he said.

Jonno raised an eyebrow.

“First, you tell me what you’re doing. Every step of the way. I know you when you get like this. You need a clearer head than yours to temper your excesses. You’re like a unguided nuke.”

Jonno smiled. He nodded. “And the second?”

“The second......” Pavel. Looked out of the window, paused, and looked back at Jonno. “Don’t get yourself killed, you fucking idiot” he said, and he smiled.

Jonno got up and rushed around the table. He engulfed Pavel in a near hug and almost squashed the life out of him. “It’ll take more than whatever’s down in those docks to end me. I love you.”

Pavel never said it back, but this time, at this moment, he couldn’t hold it back. “I love you as well, you big tank” he said.

Then Jonno was moving. He strode to the double doors and swept them both open in a single action. Half the staff had to steady themselves to stop from falling into the boardroom. Jonno ignored them. Ignored the comedy of the moment.

“You, get me maps of the city, above and below, for this location” he handed a scrap of paper to the employee. “You, fetch Jenks. You, I want Craig in here. You, find Doc Garcia. I want that kid we dragged off the streets in here now. And you, get me the city’s Mayor. The rest of you..... get back to work unless you want my boot in your ass.” He turned his back and went to pace around the other side of the boardroom table.

A secretary fought through the throng of suddenly very busy people and knocked lightly on the door. When that was ignored, she knocked louder. Jonno spun. “What?” He asked, more agitated than he meant to be.

The woman jumped. “Er.....um.....so sorry.... sir...... ” she stuttered. “But there’s a call for you. Seemed to know an awful lot about you. We hung up on him twice but he’s persistent. Keeps calling back, sir. Said specifically that he wants to talk with you. Said he won’t go away until he’s put through.”

Pavel raised an eyebrow. “Who is it, my dear?” He asked.

The secretary flushed red. “Says his name is Chris” she answered.

To be continued……