Texas II part 10
Title: Texas II (or until I can come up with something better)
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: Sequel to Texas. Everything is perfect now, right? This is Texas.
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
“He’s in here, sir.” Brooks called.
Sal grabbed Texas’ bicep. “Paul?”
*~*
“Boss,” Brooks’ voice was quiet. “It’s not Paul. It seems to be the owner of this facility.”
Texas pulled Alonzo close. “I need you to make a decision now. Do you want to be a part of this or do you want me to handle it?”
“I need to know.” Sal replied hoarsely.
Texas seemed to gauge his response before nodding once.
Two of Texas’ men had the slender, bald man tied to a chair. His face was bloodied and bruised. But his torn lips were twisted into a parody of a smile.
“He’s not talking, sir.”
Texas stood over the man with his arms crossed. “He will.”
“Fuck you,” the man said with a chuckle. “I know who you are. It’s pathetic that you have lowered yourself into a rescuing a two bit street bitch.”
Texas just stared at him. Alonzo was vibrating next to him but stayed quiet as well.
“Go ahead and kill me. I’m dead already.”
Texas just stared.
The man began to sweat and squirm.
“He’s gone. And he’ll be dead within days. The one who has him now tends to go through boys pretty quickly. If he doesn’t fuck the life out of him, he’ll be sent to brothel and fucked until he dies.” The man licked his lips under the cold glare. He shifted his gaze to Alonzo, “And he knows that you gave up on him. How was Max? He’s a good fuck, ain’t he?”
Texas stopped Sal’s fist. “Send him to Syn and put him in the pit.”
Alonzo gave Texas death glare as the howling man was carried away.
“Let me handle this.” Texas said quietly. “You are too close and you’ll miss something.”
Sal felt his hands ball. He wanted to hit something, hurt something like he was hurting. He wanted, no, needed his boy, his sweet beautiful boy. He did not know who he was angrier at the man, Texas, or himself.
*~*
He knelt and watched as his master fucked his angel. He kept his face calm and placid. The golden boy was beautiful and had a passion about him that he knew that he had lost.
His aching cock drooled down his leg. His body was telling him it was time for climax but his master had denied him. His balls ached and his stomach tightened.
The boy arched back and cried out as his orgasm was denied by the large hand tightening around the base of his cock. The master then thrust hard and grunted as he came.
“Come here, Night.”
He crawled and settled at the man’s feet. His chin was lifted and his head was turned from side to side.
“I can’t stand the dead look in your eyes.” His head snapped back from the open palmed blow. He moved back into position and blinked. “Not even a flinch. Well, I got what I wanted, didn’t I?” He held his tongue. He knew his place and it was not responding. His training had taken care of that.
A length of the fabric settled over his eyes.
“That’s better. Now spread your legs. That cock of yours looks hungry. Work it for me, Night, slowly.”
He pushed his thighs open and took his flesh into his hand. He ignored everything except for the slippery feeling against his palm, the bump of his piercing, and the cool chain that prevented his cock from fully extending.
“Oh yes, fuck your hand.”
His hips moved in response. He heard his angel’s moan and his cock jerked. He felt the need to release boiling in his gut. But it was not his time, his body knew it. He would only receive his orgasm at his master’s command.
“Cum for me, beautiful.”
His heart seized and for a moment his hand stilled. Sal, his heart cried. But he pushed the feeling away ruthlessly and continued to stroke his cock. Salvatore Alonzo had let him go. His body was for the pleasure of his master. His release was molten fire pumping out of his swollen balls.
“Clean his cock, Apollo.”
He wanted to hiss and shove the boy away from his oversensitive flesh. He sat through the ministrations stoically. He was a good boy, a well trained slave that could make his master proud.
“Signore Vendetti.”
“Apollo, take Night and lead him to bed. I am well pleased with you both.”
He felt the small warm hand in his own and followed with fluid steps. He thought he heard the word Texas but ignored it. His past would not make him stumble.
His blindfold was withdrawn and he felt captivated by the golden eyes. He reached out and cupped the young face. He stalled unsure of where to go.
“Kiss me,” the boy whispered. “Please kiss me.”
He tipped forward and brushed the bow shaped mouth. He felt a surge of emotion at the connection of mouths and breath. The boy moaned and he slipped into the wet heat.
They settled on the bed in each other arms, taking comfort through the simple touch of lips. Their master had not denied them bodily solace. He could feel the press of his angel's cock against his hip. That was denied. Their seed was not their own, but the master's.
*~*
“Cromwell has been taken.”
Vendetti glared at the man. “Has there been any connection to our family?”
“Not yet, but knowing Texas it will only be a matter of time.”
“The coalitions have not been finalized. If the word leaks out then all of the work we have done will be for nothing. We are not ready to mobilize and take out that bastard.” The man stood and paced. “Vile American bastard, the Orcelo family was one the oldest crime syndicates.”
He turned on the man. “I think a preemptive strike is what is needed. Set it up with Alonzo. He has enough respect that he will not turn down an invitation from the Vendetti family. He is in for a shock indeed.”
“Won’t Texas make the connection?”
“No, he won’t be expecting a move such as this. Maybe it will throw him off long enough for the coalition to be made and then we strike.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So we finally bring down the American syndicate and the Alonzo family?” She asked.
He pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Yes, my love, revenge will be yours.”
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: Sequel to Texas. Everything is perfect now, right? This is Texas.
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
“He’s in here, sir.” Brooks called.
Sal grabbed Texas’ bicep. “Paul?”
*~*
“Boss,” Brooks’ voice was quiet. “It’s not Paul. It seems to be the owner of this facility.”
Texas pulled Alonzo close. “I need you to make a decision now. Do you want to be a part of this or do you want me to handle it?”
“I need to know.” Sal replied hoarsely.
Texas seemed to gauge his response before nodding once.
Two of Texas’ men had the slender, bald man tied to a chair. His face was bloodied and bruised. But his torn lips were twisted into a parody of a smile.
“He’s not talking, sir.”
Texas stood over the man with his arms crossed. “He will.”
“Fuck you,” the man said with a chuckle. “I know who you are. It’s pathetic that you have lowered yourself into a rescuing a two bit street bitch.”
Texas just stared at him. Alonzo was vibrating next to him but stayed quiet as well.
“Go ahead and kill me. I’m dead already.”
Texas just stared.
The man began to sweat and squirm.
“He’s gone. And he’ll be dead within days. The one who has him now tends to go through boys pretty quickly. If he doesn’t fuck the life out of him, he’ll be sent to brothel and fucked until he dies.” The man licked his lips under the cold glare. He shifted his gaze to Alonzo, “And he knows that you gave up on him. How was Max? He’s a good fuck, ain’t he?”
Texas stopped Sal’s fist. “Send him to Syn and put him in the pit.”
Alonzo gave Texas death glare as the howling man was carried away.
“Let me handle this.” Texas said quietly. “You are too close and you’ll miss something.”
Sal felt his hands ball. He wanted to hit something, hurt something like he was hurting. He wanted, no, needed his boy, his sweet beautiful boy. He did not know who he was angrier at the man, Texas, or himself.
*~*
He knelt and watched as his master fucked his angel. He kept his face calm and placid. The golden boy was beautiful and had a passion about him that he knew that he had lost.
His aching cock drooled down his leg. His body was telling him it was time for climax but his master had denied him. His balls ached and his stomach tightened.
The boy arched back and cried out as his orgasm was denied by the large hand tightening around the base of his cock. The master then thrust hard and grunted as he came.
“Come here, Night.”
He crawled and settled at the man’s feet. His chin was lifted and his head was turned from side to side.
“I can’t stand the dead look in your eyes.” His head snapped back from the open palmed blow. He moved back into position and blinked. “Not even a flinch. Well, I got what I wanted, didn’t I?” He held his tongue. He knew his place and it was not responding. His training had taken care of that.
A length of the fabric settled over his eyes.
“That’s better. Now spread your legs. That cock of yours looks hungry. Work it for me, Night, slowly.”
He pushed his thighs open and took his flesh into his hand. He ignored everything except for the slippery feeling against his palm, the bump of his piercing, and the cool chain that prevented his cock from fully extending.
“Oh yes, fuck your hand.”
His hips moved in response. He heard his angel’s moan and his cock jerked. He felt the need to release boiling in his gut. But it was not his time, his body knew it. He would only receive his orgasm at his master’s command.
“Cum for me, beautiful.”
His heart seized and for a moment his hand stilled. Sal, his heart cried. But he pushed the feeling away ruthlessly and continued to stroke his cock. Salvatore Alonzo had let him go. His body was for the pleasure of his master. His release was molten fire pumping out of his swollen balls.
“Clean his cock, Apollo.”
He wanted to hiss and shove the boy away from his oversensitive flesh. He sat through the ministrations stoically. He was a good boy, a well trained slave that could make his master proud.
“Signore Vendetti.”
“Apollo, take Night and lead him to bed. I am well pleased with you both.”
He felt the small warm hand in his own and followed with fluid steps. He thought he heard the word Texas but ignored it. His past would not make him stumble.
His blindfold was withdrawn and he felt captivated by the golden eyes. He reached out and cupped the young face. He stalled unsure of where to go.
“Kiss me,” the boy whispered. “Please kiss me.”
He tipped forward and brushed the bow shaped mouth. He felt a surge of emotion at the connection of mouths and breath. The boy moaned and he slipped into the wet heat.
They settled on the bed in each other arms, taking comfort through the simple touch of lips. Their master had not denied them bodily solace. He could feel the press of his angel's cock against his hip. That was denied. Their seed was not their own, but the master's.
*~*
“Cromwell has been taken.”
Vendetti glared at the man. “Has there been any connection to our family?”
“Not yet, but knowing Texas it will only be a matter of time.”
“The coalitions have not been finalized. If the word leaks out then all of the work we have done will be for nothing. We are not ready to mobilize and take out that bastard.” The man stood and paced. “Vile American bastard, the Orcelo family was one the oldest crime syndicates.”
He turned on the man. “I think a preemptive strike is what is needed. Set it up with Alonzo. He has enough respect that he will not turn down an invitation from the Vendetti family. He is in for a shock indeed.”
“Won’t Texas make the connection?”
“No, he won’t be expecting a move such as this. Maybe it will throw him off long enough for the coalition to be made and then we strike.”
“Yes, sir.”
“So we finally bring down the American syndicate and the Alonzo family?” She asked.
He pressed a kiss against her forehead. “Yes, my love, revenge will be yours.”