Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (30 page)

When Domenico yanked his
head far back, leaving his mouth empty and longing for more, it took him a
while to realize what was going on. For a split second, he was taken aback by
the slapping sounds of masturbation just above his face, but then again, what
did he have to lose? He’d already become hot and sweaty with two men who tied
up his arms and could snap his neck if they wanted to. Drunk on his own lust,
Seth gave them both the horniest bedroom eyes, turned on by one of the hottest
experiences of his life. Despite the mixed feelings he had back then, his first
sex with Dom still held the trophy for “best new performance”.

He opened his eyes,
breathless, and looked into the two faces above him, then at the dark cocks,
and then Domenico groaned so low that Seth squeezed his eyes back shut. Hot
spunk splashed on his cheek, his mouth, his nose. His cock twitched. Only not
being able to touch himself reminded him about just how numb and aching his
hands had become. He licked his lips, waiting for the second load with his
whole body throbbing with excitement. When it came, he couldn’t stop the groan
that left his lips, and he turned his head for Silvio to have a clean canvas on
his cheek. His head spun, and when the plastic fastening on his wrists broke
apart, the shock of blood returning to his hands confused him even more.

Seth opened his eyes and
looked up at the two men he was with. So different but both so hot that all he
wanted was to jerk off. The room seemed like a whole other world where there
were no rules. But when he got his trembling, numb hand to his cock, it just
wasn’t good enough. His fingers tingled so hard he couldn’t even grip his dick
right so he let out a moan of frustration, unable to properly articulate his
feelings.

Silvio looked at
Domenico, swiftly kneeled down, and pushed Seth’s hand away, replacing it with
his. God, that felt good. Seth was drawn to those perfect lips but before he
could reach them, Domenico yanked on Seth’s hair again and made him look up, at
his own wide grin.

“You’re being a greedy
slut today,” he whispered, and in the same moment, Silvio’s tongue lapped up
Seth’s throat and over the come-stained cheek. The sheer shamelessness of it
made Seth tremble, and as the slim but strong hand on his cock sped up, he came
in a matter of seconds. The orgasm made him groan and buck his hips, pulled by
all sorts of different forces. Dom’s grip on his hair, the pull on his dick,
the tongue on his cheek. All a part of the experience just as the come dripping
down his chin. His hands still shook, but he couldn’t care less, wanting only
to lie down and remember how to breathe.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck…” he
whispered, looking up into Dom’s eyes with a half-lidded gaze. There was
something different about that handsome face, which already became painfully
familiar. Domenico was still smiling, his skin had that post-coital flush, his
eyes were darkened with lust, but there was a tension there that Seth couldn’t
pinpoint even as Dom leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. Seth
moved his cold hands upward to hold Dom’s face close as they kissed. He didn’t
want him away just yet.

When Domenico eventually
pulled away, Seth shot a confused look at Silvio, who smiled at him
point-blank, looking like a sated predator.

“Massage your wrists,”
he said before turning around and heading off to the bathroom.

Seth stared at that
smooth lean ass, unable to move, but he did try massaging his hands slowly. He
looked up at Dom when Silvio disappeared behind the door, and they could hear
the water start. The two men were so different. Not just in looks, but in the
way they acted. Dom was like a puma, feasting on Seth for as long as he wished,
whereas Silvio reminded him of a cobra, a sensuous creature, which could strike
you down with one hit.

Seth watched Domenico’s
hands zip up his slacks and buckle the belt. “You enjoyed that?” asked the soft
baritone.

Seth swallowed and
reached for a pillow. He used it to get the come off, but also to hide his face
from Dom. The last thing he wanted now was to be judged. “Yeah, I suppose,” he
muttered from behind his fluffy wall.

He stirred when the
familiar hand squeezed his nape and pulled him forward. “Come here. Sit next to
me.”

Seth looked up at Dom,
who was now sitting on the bed. He pushed off his jeans and shoes and climbed
up to Dom, now completely naked. The need to be close to him was so natural
that he didn’t hesitate and put his arm over Dom’s shoulders, leaning in for a
kiss.

The embrace he got in
return was enough to calm all his insecurities. Domenico smiled into the kiss
and nuzzled Seth’s nose gently. “You failed the test,” he said simply.

Seth sighed with his
lips on Dom’s. “You sent him?” It was more of a statement than a question. He
pulled his legs up to the bed and wrapped them around Dom’s waist.

“I asked him for a small
favor.” Domenico put his palm on Seth’s head and kept it there, as if he were
petting a dog. “I’m so disappointed.”

Seth never imagined
those words coming from Dom could possibly hurt him, but they pierced right
through his defenses and made him bleed with guilt. “I know, I’m sorry. I have
to keep myself in check. Make better judgments.” He was being honest, but also,
as hot as Silvio was, seeing him kiss Dom was unnerving at best.

Domenico’s eyes
narrowed, and he let out a short sigh. “Your father would have me killed if
something happened to you. If I instruct you to do something, you can’t just
run off because you saw a nice face. It’s crucial to both of us.”

Seth swallowed, realizing
just how true that was. His decisions weren’t just about him anymore. He hugged
Dom tighter with both his arms and legs. “I’ll remember to think of you next
time I see one,” he whispered and couldn’t help a silly smile.

Dom pulled back and
looked into Seth’s eyes with so much intensity that it made his heart hammer at
twice the speed. “I’d rather have you to myself while we’re here.”

While we’re here.

It wasn’t a promise of
anything lasting, but Seth still felt a tiny bit special. “I suppose it would
be the safest option,” he said, never blinking, even though it wasn’t safety
that was on his mind. If Dom was to have other men, Seth would rather not see
it.

The steady sound of
water stopped, and Seth knew he didn’t have much time left alone with Dom. His hands
were still on the numb side, but Seth couldn’t help a smile when Domenico
started a slow massage starting at his wrists.

“I got a call from
Luigi.”

It was the last thing
Seth wanted to hear, as those calls were never good news. “Yeah?”

“He wants us to take
Salieri tonight.”

“What? Why?” Seth
swallowed and leaned in closer to Dom, to smell his hair. It was better than
anxiety medication “How are we supposed to do that?”

“She has classes today,
so she won’t return before dark. We’ll snatch her when she comes back home.”

The bathroom door
opened, and Silvio came in, completely naked and covered in glistening
droplets. Seth could feel Dom turning his head in the same way he himself did.
But Silvio was right back to business. “Are you talking about the job?”

Domenico nodded. “Yeah,
it’s about Salieri.”

Seth wasn’t sure how it
was supposed to work. Silvio wasn’t from their Family. “He’s coming?”

“Yes. We were talking,
and we thought we could spend quality time together a bit longer,” said
Domenico as if he were talking about going out to eat, not about a kidnapping.

Silvio nodded as he
vigorously dried himself with a towel. “You might need backup since you’re not
ready yet.”

Seth was taken aback and
frowned. “I’m all sorts of ready.”

“Ready to take come on your
face, not take Salieri,” Silvio said.

It was so obnoxious
Seth’s lips parted in shock.

Domenico snorted,
glancing Silvio’s way only to ruffle Seth’s hair next. “You did well on that.”

“Prick.” Seth pouted but
didn’t pull back from the hug.

Silvio smirked.
“Domenico said I’d watch you to make sure everything goes smoothly, so don’t
worry. You’ll get your hands dirty.”

Seth wasn’t all that
sure anymore if it was a good thing or a bad thing. “And… where will we keep
her?” he asked, completely out of his depth.

Domenico looked at his
elegant and ridiculously expensive watch. “You will be happy to hear that we’re
moving. We pick up the keys to our new apartment in two hours. We leave as soon
as you take a shower.”

“Oh. And… how long will
we keep her? Will we feed her?” Seth tried to make sense of the situation.

Domenico groaned and
rolled his eyes. “We won’t starve her to death. That wouldn’t be practical.”

“Starving people takes
ages. How long are you planning to keep her?” asked Silvio, looking out to them
from behind the wardrobe door.

Domenico shrugged.
“She’s gonna yield quickly. I wouldn’t worry about that.”

Seth looked down at his
fingers. Now that the idea of strangling Vera was becoming a possibility, it
wasn’t all that attractive anymore. “So… how will we organize all of it?”

Dom scowled and pulled
out a cigarette. The lighter briefly cast a warm glow on his face, and the
familiar scent of tobacco drew Seth right in. “What?”

“I mean... her staying
with us.” Seth swallowed, the memory of being abducted creeping out from the
back of his mind. “How will it be? Will she just sit there? Err...”

“She’ll be locked away
in a separate room. I found just the right place for that.”

“What if she screams?
Dom, I have a bad feeling about this.” Seth finally looked up at him.

“Then we’ll gag her.”
Domenico sighed, his face softening when he looked at Seth. “There’s nothing to
worry about. It’s just a woman in high heels. What could she possibly do?”

“Stilettos can be pretty
deadly,” Silvio added as he put on his pants.

Seth already envisioned
that Louboutin piercing his foot. “I know, I know, sorry,” he muttered and ran
his fingers through his hair. He didn’t want to seem like a coward, but nerves
were already getting the best of him.

“The tricky part will
come now.” Domenico reached into his jacket and produced a square box that
looked like something that would contain a necklace. He handed it over to Seth.
“We need to be convincing when we meet our new landlord.”

Seth frowned but slowly
opened the box, half-expecting it to explode. He blinked at the sight of a
spiked dog collar. “Having a dog makes us better tenants in what sense?”

The wicked smile growing
on Dom’s lips wasn’t helping Seth understand.

Chapter 13

Seth frowned at the pat
on the ass he got from Dom in front of their new landlord. They were standing
in the living room of a spacious modern apartment. It had an open plan kitchen
full of new appliances, a flat-screen TV, leather sofas, and neutral decor with
a small palm tree by the window and a big photo of the Eiffel tower on the
wall.

The dog collar Seth was
wearing stifled his breath, even though it wasn’t pulled tight. Metaphorically
though, it made him feel all itchy and angry. He had to stand there like an
idiot, as Dom spoke to their landlord in German, clearly talking about him. The
man kept ogling Seth with a smile as he talked to Domenico in a jovial voice.

After having his T-shirt
and briefs cut into pieces just a few hours ago, all he had left to wear were
his jeans and leather jacket over naked skin. It wasn’t helping him feel less
objectified.

Seth had a role to play
here. He was pretending to be Domenico’s submissive, an excuse for them to seek
an apartment with a playroom that locked from the outside, and so he was forced
to have his hands cuffed behind his back as soon as they went in and was
wearing a harness over his naked chest. The cell itself made him both nervous
and strangely excited. Despite its modest size, it had lots of torture
furniture, including a big wooden X that was known as St. Andrew’s cross, and
various other restrains. Seth was surprised when Dom put his hand on his nape,
again pushing him toward the room. The confidence of the touch sent a tingle of
excitement down to Seth’s balls.

Guessing from their
landlord’s wide smile and constant nodding, compliance wasn’t optional. Staying
in an enclosed room was making his stomach twist, but he went in anyway. The
padded walls were a reminder that no screams would be heard once the door of
the cell closed.

“Sit in the chair,” said
Domenico in what sounded like a very elegant British accent. It was followed by
another brief conversation with the landlord.

Seth followed the order,
an eerie
déjà vu
of another place and time when he sat with his hands cuffed,
crawled out from the back of his mind. “But he won’t do anything to me, right?”
he whispered in Italian, looking up at Dom, who shook his head and walked over,
step by step until he was close enough to pet Seth’s cheek.

“Relax, I know it’s all
new. I’m going to restrain you now so you can get used to your new home,” Dom
said in English.

Seth swallowed and
nodded. The chair was attached to the floor, so there wouldn’t be any chance
for movement. Their landlord was big, buff, and bald. He kept grinning and
chatting to Dom, and as much as his gaze kept sliding over Seth, the man never
said a word to him. No introduction, nothing.

Domenico circled the
chair, and Seth had to let out a sharp breath when he felt Dom’s strong arms
around him, his breath teasing Seth’s ear even as he attached the harness on
Seth’s chest to the backrest.

Seth couldn’t help his
eyes going wide as he looked down at the set of leather straps. He wiggled his
fingers nervously behind the chair, trying to control his breathing, but it
wasn’t going all that well. Only Dom’s closeness made him feel a tiny bit more
secure.

“Good boy,” said
Domenico as he kneeled. Seth shuddered when he felt a strap tightening around
his ankle.

The landlord went down
as well and started explaining something to Domenico, which ended up with the
straps around Seth’s ankles tightly secured to the legs of the chair. Seth kept
going back in his mind to the time when they had planned it. He complained that
Dom should be the submissive, but already as they argued, he knew that wouldn’t
happen. For one, Dom categorically refused to be restrained, and as he was the
only one of them who spoke German, the matter was sealed.

Both men got up and
started moving toward the door. If it wasn’t for Domenico’s wink, he would have
panicked, but it seemed all of this was for show.

And thankfully, Dom left
the door to the cell open. Seth could still see the landlord gesticulating
lively in a suggestion of tying something. He sighed and tried to relax, but
not being able to pull his thighs together was disturbing. Eventually though,
after a few more pats and loud laughter, Domenico closed the door and bumped
his forehead into the cushioned wood.

“Fuck, I thought he’d
never leave.”

Seth took a deep breath
of relief and stirred in the chair as much as he could. “What did he want?”

“I think he just wanted
to be helpful and make me feel at home.” Domenico pulled off his suit jacket
and opened the closet to place it on a hanger.

Seth smiled at him
through the open door. “Yes,
Adam
, now that you feel at home, can we get
back to normal?” he asked, using Dom’s false name.

Domenico wiggled his
eyebrows, as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, slowly strolling back into
the cell. “Do we have to? You look good in this position.”

Seth looked up at Dom,
unsure what he wanted all of a sudden. He could only plan in the short term,
and he knew he wanted to rub his cheek against Dom’s sexy forearms, but that
was about it. “Do I?”

Domenico didn’t give him
a verbal answer. Instead, he unzipped his trousers in one straightforward move.

All the hairs on Seth’s
nape bristled, and he straightened his back in attention. The confidence of
that move was so sexy, a shiver of excitement already ran down Seth’s spine.

“I thought you could
stay that way a little bit longer.” Domenico’s voice was a low rasp as he
slipped his long fingers into his fly, tugging his beautiful, still soft cock
out. The contrast of its color against the black trousers made Seth’s heart
beat faster.

“A bit. Maybe.” Seth
gently tugged at the straps. They wouldn’t budge, and Seth wasn’t sure how he
felt about that, but they were nothing like as tight as those freaking plastic
restraints Silvio used. His eyes zeroed in on that beautiful prick as it
approached with each of Domenico’s steps. Seth’s thighs went hot in the places
they brushed against Dom’s legs as the other man stopped with his legs spread
over Seth’s lap, cock practically in his face.

Seth’s breaths became
deeper, and he leaned forward to leave a chaste kiss on Dom’s foreskin. His own
cock was already eager for attention it wasn’t getting and stiffened slowly in
Seth’s jeans. Having Dom dressed, but with his dick out, was one of the most
erotic things Seth had ever seen. Cocksucking had never been high on Seth’s
list of sex favorites, but the way Dom lured him into it was a game changer. It
wasn’t the lazy, mellow sessions he’d have with Peter. Dom was great at guiding
Seth to what he wanted, holding on to his hair and fucking his mouth without
mercy. And Seth didn’t mind one bit. Doing it that way was the only thing that
got him hot about sucking. It was a lot more like being fucked than giving
head.

And there it was, the
hand in his hair, mercilessly squeezing and leading him forward. “Take it in.”
It felt so different now that they were alone in comparison to the sex-fest
they’d had with Silvio. Dom created an electricity between them that was much
less prominent with someone else in the room, even if that someone was as
insanely hot as Silvio. It felt as if he was baring a part of himself to Seth
that he wouldn’t to someone else. Only seeing the difference made Seth realize
that. Around Silvio, Dom had been a lot more guarded than any other time.

Seth looked up and
opened his mouth without question, his jeans already far too tight. His heart
thudded in his chest as he sucked on the tip of Dom’s dick. Seth liked teasing
and testing Dom’s patience, just to see where it would take him. Around him,
there was always the strangest mixture of danger and safety. Like standing on
the edge of a cliff with only Dom as his harness. Domenico could cause
bloodshed, but as long as Seth was close enough, there wasn’t a safer place to
be. What place could be safer than at Dom’s feet with his cock in his mouth?

“Deeper.” Domenico
sighed, cupping the back of Seth’s head with his other hand.

Seth’s nostrils flared,
and he slowly backed away, looking up into Dom’s eyes with a silent challenge.
The flame it kindled in the amber gaze above him got his stomach twisting in
tension. Domenico’s fingers tightened on his hair and yanked his head to the
side, leaving the cheek open to assault. The hot, smooth prick trailed up
Seth’s face, twitching gently.

Seth panted, excited
that he couldn’t do anything about it. He pulled at the straps with his arms,
just to check how tight they were, and once again, they wouldn’t give.

“Why are you so quiet
today?” asked Domenico, but his words were partially muted as he ground his
hips against Seth’s face, starting to slowly hump his cheek. The cock was
filling with each touch.

Seth let out a nasal
moan. “I’m being a good boy,” he whispered, overwhelmed by the restraints and
shameless way he was being used. He would have even let Dom finish like that,
sliding it over his cheek, moving the cockhead against his lips and then coming
on his face. There was a greed in Seth about his new partner, a need to have as
much of him as he could, all the time. To be the only source of Dom’s
excitement and the center of his attention. Having a threesome had only made
Seth understand that better. It wasn’t about a relationship either. It was
about being important and indispensable. And he would show Dom just how fucking
indispensable his lips were to Dom’s cock.

A gentle slap made him
face Dom’s crotch again, and with his cheek slightly wet with precome, he
looked up at the flushed, handsome face.

“Open your mouth for my
cock.”

Answering that wasn’t
necessary. Seth didn’t even nod, just opened wide, ready to please. His body
was hot all over and the sight above him only sent a shiver up his own dick. He
wanted, needed to open his pants. He didn’t even fight being subservient to Dom
anymore, as it turned out following his lead usually ended up in more pleasure
than Seth could have imagined. The initial fear and worry of the first days in Berlin,
of the fucking being only a power trip for Dom, was melting away with every
passing day.

Seth’s mouth was
throbbing for the smooth dick and once it entered, sliding over his tongue and
straight into his throat, the shiver that went through him made him jerk up his
hips with a groan so wanton he was embarrassed by how it sounded.

“That’s it. You think
you could come this way?” Domenico’s voice came to him muffled, through a haze
of heat and musk.

All Seth had for him in
reply was coarse wheezing, and he could hardly focus on looking up. He didn’t
know what kind of question that was. Did Dom mean being tied up? He kept his
lips by the root of the cock, with his nose in Dom’s pubes, inside his open
fly. The heat in his mouth was getting him so horny he didn’t even care he was
drooling. His gag reflex was gone.
Gone
. He was eager to stretch and
accommodate that delicious length every time Dom chose to deposit his come down
Seth’s throat. He liked it when Domenico kept him close like that, cradling
Seth’s head and petting it as the cock was completely embedded in his mouth. It
made his whole body tremble with excitement he never believed he could
experience
from
giving head, or anything else for that matter. It was a whole new level of sex.

He let out an unintelligible
groan around Dom’s cock, his mind drifting off to their first night together
and their second fuck, when the pain was gone, his ass was slippery with lube
and come, and Dom actually lifted him for a fuck against the wall. Dom’s dick
had slid in with just as much ease as it did into Seth’s mouth. He still
remembered the connection he felt to Dom in the darkness, looking into each
other’s eyes with sweaty foreheads touching, grabbing as many hot, wet kisses
as they could. In that short moment back then, even the embarrassment he felt
after his first time was gone.

Having Dom’s cock in his
mouth, feeling it pulse just like it did when they fucked, not only had his
balls aching for release but also his anus slightly clenching and confusing the
hell out of Seth. Domenico withdrew just in time to let Seth take a gulp of
air. He was considerate that way and even though he sometimes mocked Seth to
the point of humiliation, after threatening to shoot him in the woods Domenico
had never crossed the line of making Seth feel in danger. It built a strange
sense of trust between Seth and a man who was the most effective assassin the
Villanis had. Seth knew Dom could be brutal, could make him hurt all over, but
Seth was not afraid he would die at his hand. Even after that day of paintball,
with black bruises on his body, he fell asleep in Dom’s arms feeling safe, and
not once did he wake up in a cold sweat, dreaming of the Chinese.

“Am I good?” Seth
panted, looking up all needy and craving for validation.

“You got good at this,”
whispered Domenico, tracing his thumb over the side of Seth’s face with such
gentleness, Seth got butterflies in his stomach. “Now give me more of your
mouth. I want you to overflow with my spunk,” he breathed, slapping Seth’s
cheek again, the stiff cock rocking in front of Seth’s face like bait.

Seth followed Dom’s hand
with his cheek as far as he could, but then took the dick in his mouth again,
licking over the smooth, hot cockhead, gently sucking on the tip. He closed his
eyes, letting out quiet moans as he bobbed his head in the rhythm suggested by
Dom’s hands. His hips rocked at the same pace, almost as if his body had a mind
of his own. Sometimes, Domenico asked him to suck and made shallow thrusts,
filling the air with popping sounds, as if Seth was sucking on a lollipop all
too eagerly. Other times, he would slap his face with the hard dick or fucked
Seth’s throat in earnest, mercilessly assaulting his mouth like it was a
regular ass-fuck instead of a blow job. But with Seth so relaxed, he didn’t
feel almost any pain, and the little bit of soreness that lingered added to his
already elevated arousal. When Dom rapidly ripped his cock out of his mouth,
Seth followed with a moan, but the dick was out of reach for his lips.