Sex & Mayhem 04 No Matter What (8 page)

Frederico
pushed him in with a single move. “I’m not, and that’s why I’m
going to leave you with your new friend tomorrow. I don’t
understand why anyone’d want to live in that shithole, but it looks
like that’s where you will be staying.”

Luca smiled,
his heart picking up its pace. As sorry as he’d feel for anyone
trapped in Frederico’s clutches, at least it wouldn’t be him
anymore. “Did you find someone more interesting than me?”

“That is not
your concern.” Frederico walked across the room and took off his
jacket. “I don’t like a liar, even if he’s pretty. Since you’re
slowly losing your charm, I don’t want to pay for your keep
anymore.”

Luca stood by
the wall, and his eyes settled on the sports bag Antonio always
carried his things in. His hands got cold.

“Ah, are we all
sleeping in this room?”

“You are.
Though I doubt you’ll be getting much sleep.” Frederico slowly
rolled up his sleeves, as if he were trying to make a point of it,
though Luca wasn’t sure he wanted to know what point that could
be.

Luca stared at
him, unsure what to say, but his stomach was already shrinking to
the size of a nut. “What do you mean?”

“What did you
tell your white knight that he’s so desperate to get you from me,
huh?” Frederico approached Luca and grabbed his cheeks.

“Nothing,”
uttered Luca, trying to melt through the wall. “He’s worried about
my finger...”

“I’ll give him
something to worry about. I gave you so much freedom to explore the
world on my money. Trusted you. This ring,” he grabbed Luca’s hand,
“is from him, isn’t it? A feminine ring for a boy pretending to be
a girl. Guess he saw your cocksucking lips and figured there wasn’t
much difference.”

With
Frederico’s hand so close to the ring, Luca’s first instinct was to
push back, and he shuddered right after, realizing what he just
did.

“I’d never
cheat on you!” he lied, even though all the cheating had been
purely virtual.

“Oh? Why is
that?” Frederico squeezed Luca’s little finger harder, drilling him
with a dark gaze.

“Because there
should be trust in a relationship. You wouldn’t do it with another
guy when you have me, would you?” uttered Luca, staring straight
into Frederico’s eyes, desperate to harvest even a trace of
sympathy.

“So you want to
stay in a relationship with me, pretty boy?” Frederico let go of
Luca’s hand to cup his cheeks again, but it felt like a trap.
Frederico was toying with him like a cat enjoying the anguish of a
mouse before eating its guts out.

The cold,
inquisitive eyes on Luca were like the northern wind. “No. You
don’t like me as much as you used to.”

A little twitch
of muscle told Luca that he’d managed to truly piss off Frederico.
Five years with the man had taught him to watch for the tiniest
signs of annoyance, and now he’d made a serious mistake.

Frederico took
a step back and loosened his tie. “Undress. I’ll show you how much
I still like you.”

Luca’s stomach
sank, but when the door opened, and Antonio walked in with his eyes
transfixed on them both, Luca darted toward the balcony. He opened
it with a twist of the handle and rushed outside, choking on the
cold air.

“Sorry, you
know I didn’t mean it that way,” he muttered, backing off into the
wind outside. Having Antonio see him like this only added to his
breathless despair. What if Frederico never intended to leave him
with Ghost? What if he played Ghost just to kill Luca tonight? Luca
knew the man was more than capable of malice.

“I know exactly
what you meant. I’m not even going to fuck you bare tonight, as I
don’t know where you’ve been yesterday night. When did you grow up
this way?” Frederico frowned at him, approaching the balcony in
slow steps.

Luca grasped
the railing and looked to the pavement below. Third floor. He could
jump. If he broke his arm or leg, the staff would surely call an
ambulance, and he’d be safe at a hospital. A fracture was likely to
hurt less than experiencing Frederico’s anger tonight. Then again,
he could also break his neck, and he’d never see Ghost again.

Luca chewed on
his lip and covered his face with his hands, looking through the
slits between his fingers at Frederico and Antonio, who joined his
boss by the balcony door. Luca’s whole body was alternating between
hot and cold.

“Frederico,
please...” The chilly wind tangled his hair as thunder rolled over
the clouds somewhere far away.

“I’m granting
your wish tomorrow. You’ll be rid of me, you ungrateful brat,”
Frederico hissed and grabbed Luca’s wrist. “Tonight, you are still
my property.”

Luca followed
him inside, and as soon as he passed through the door, Antonio
closed it, before drawing the curtains along the whole balcony.

“I’m sorry.
You’re scaring me.”

Frederico
smacked Luca’s face with the back of his hand, surprising Luca so
much he yelped and stepped back. But it was Antonio taking off his
jacket and tie that truly sent a shiver down Luca’s spine.

“You’re not
sorry. You’re just upset you got caught doing whatever you were
doing with Alex,” Frederico said.

“We didn’t do
anything. We’re just friends. He’s straight!” yelled Luca, but all
sound stilled on his lips when Antonio’s fist knocked the air out
of his lungs.

Luca fell to
the wall, backed into a corner. His eyes alternated between
Frederico and Antonio as panic overcame him from head to toe. He
could try to fight them, attempt an escape. After all, Frederico
had made him attend kickboxing classes. But Frederico would find
him. He’d go after Ghost and hurt him as well. The only way to be
break off the leash was to have Frederico let Luca go on his
terms.

Another blow to
his chest came from Frederico. Luca bit his lips and squeezed his
eyes shut, tensing his muscles to protect himself as much as he
could. There was no real escape from this situation. He’d have to
endure it, like any other time Frederico unloaded his anger on him.
Like the first time Frederico couldn’t get a hard-on during sex. Or
like that first time when Luca refused, or rather tried to refuse,
Frederico sex.

He attempted to
exhale with each punch, but even the stability of the two walls
coming together behind his back didn’t last when Antonio yanked
Luca’s arm and threw him to the floor. The kick to Luca’s back that
followed had him utter a soundless scream. He curled into the fetal
position and frantically put both his hands on his lower back to
protect his kidneys as well as he could. The world was twisting
around him, pulsing with bright colors as pain spread throughout
his body along his veins.

“You think you
can lie to
me
?” Frederico growled, more aggravated by the
second, or just showing more of his true colors. “You human trash.
I can’t even comprehend how you could have been so stupid.” He
crouched by Luca and pulled his head up by the hair as Antonio
delivered another kick to Luca’s back.

Luca didn’t
even try to beg anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut and counted.
Each second brought him closer to Ghost. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. A
wave of nausea shook his body, and he pushed Frederico away,
reaching the trash can in the last moment, only to empty his
stomach into the small container , each contraction sending spasms
of pain to his bruised innards. He was so hot inside, but his skin
remained dead cold, which only made the carousel in his head turn
quicker.

“No
more...”

Frederico
groaned and got to his feet, immediately adjusting his clothes.
“Such a fucking weakling. Go wash your teeth and undress.” He
pointed to the bathroom.

Luca knew the
way to have a shorter beating was to admit defeat in a way that
made Frederico feel like he’d broken him, and it wasn’t the first
time he used that trick. Frederico got off on the power he had over
Luca, and this time was only different in the hope that it would be
the last time.

Luca was only
starting to stand up by the wall when Antonio yanked him to his
feet with a powerful pull that made him wince with pain. Each step
made his muscles burn, but he fought through it and finally leaned
over the sink, slowly looking up into his face. Staring back at him
were reddened, slightly squinted eyes, but other than some red
marks from rubbing against the carpet, there were no traces of
violence on his face. That was how it usually went. Bruises in
visible spots would draw unwanted attention, and that was far from
what Frederico wanted.

Luca swallowed
and reached for his toothbrush, which Antonio or Frederico must
have placed on the white porcelain earlier. He didn’t even try to
peek back into the room, resigned to his fate as he cleaned his
mouth. There was no point in prolonging this misery, and so he
dropped all his clothes to the floor and walked out as soon as he
was done. Each deep breath was a struggle, but the conviction that
he could simply go through with it like he always did started
fading when he realized Antonio was still in the room.

Antonio’s gaze
sliding over Luca’s body couldn’t have felt more intrusive.

“What’s with
that face?” Frederico asked and took a drag of smoke. “Come and
give me a kiss.”

Luca followed
the order and pressed his naked body against Frederico’s, his hand
gliding over the smooth shirt. “Don’t you want to be alone with
me?” he whispered, hoping to at least get rid of Antinio.

Frederico’s
hand moved over Luca’s back with confidence. “No. It’s your last
night here. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my friend.” He pulled
back slightly, and before Luca realized what was happening,
Frederico put out his cigarette on Luca’s chest, just above the
heart.

He yelped in
surprise, backing away, only to hit another hard body. The scent of
burnt skin made him weak in the knees, and so when Antonio pushed
him on the bed, Luca slid right off, his knees hitting the floor
with a dull noise. He looked back, unable to stop his body from
trembling anymore.

“Don’t do
this...”

Frederico’s
gaze didn’t have the slightest glint of mercy. “I asked you for one
thing, Luca. To not cheat on me. And you couldn’t even do that?
Kneel on the bed.”

Antonio kept
silent but watched with his eyes wide open, face flushed, hard-on
pushing on the fabric of his slacks.

Luca shook his
head, squeezing his hands on the bedding. He didn’t want Antonio
anywhere near him. “I told you he’s straight...”

“I don’t
believe that. Sorry, Luca, you’re just not trustworthy.” Frederico
took a deep breath as if tormenting Luca was a tedious task that he
just needed to get over with. He slid the thick belt out of his
pants. “Kneel. On the bed.”

Luca stared at
the headboard and crawled on the mattress on autopilot. His gaze
zeroed in on the tangle of threads of the comforter, pretending it
was a labyrinth he needed to solve. He would not think of what was
about to happen, the dull ache all over his body, the men watching
him so humiliated. It would be over eventually.

The fierce
sting from the cigarette burn still reminded him of yet another
part of his body being in pain when a swish of the belt made him
gasp. He screamed out and fell to his elbows when leather hit his
thighs so hard it brought tears to his eyes. Before his mind even
processed the alarming sensation, Frederico struck his buttocks
with the belt again.

Luca bit down
on the comforter, desperate to keep quiet and endure, but it was
getting hard when each stir he made with his hips put more strain
on his sore stomach. He didn’t even know when he started mumbling
the numbers he counted into the flowery-scented fabric, raising his
voice at each bite of the belt. He wished Frederico would fuck him
already and leave him be for the night. He’d be too sleepy to
torment Luca any further.

“I should have
locked you up,” Frederico said, panting after the thirty harsh
strikes. He was pushing sixty, and though he was extremely virile,
it gave Luca pleasure to think of Frederico aging badly. “Go on,
spread your legs, show us that slutty hole.”

Luca could bet
the audible swallowing came from Antonio, who was ogling Luca’s
naked, bruised body, waiting for his turn to put his dick in. All
of a sudden, nausea rose in Luca’s throat again. The ways he’d had
sex with Frederico weren’t because of a ‘slutty’ nature. He did as
he was told to avoid anger. He’d been all alone in the world, and
if giving Frederico a blowjob in a restaurant toilet was what was
requested, he’d learned not to complain, but take it with a smile.
But he wouldn’t have chosen that. He wouldn’t have chosen Frederico
or being a kept man.

Luca pushed his
face into the comforter, which was already damp, and he let his
knees slide farther apart. All he wanted was for this to be over.
He’d finally meet Ghost’s dog, Nomad. The thing was so cute when it
ran around on its three remaining legs, unbothered by the
disability because it had such a generous and kind master. Luca was
so jealous of Nomad.

The bed dipped
under Frederico’s weight, and Luca’s body became tense as if it
were made of concrete. He used to enjoy his time with Frederico
when he’d been horny and happy enough to forget what a cruel man he
was dealing with. Now, his cock couldn't have been softer.

“He’s well
trained,” Frederico said to Antonio, and his lubed-up cockhead
pushed on Luca’s sphincter without even a hint of tenderness.
Frederico grabbed Luca’s hip to steady him. “This is all you’re
good for. You’ll see how that will work for you in the real world
when your American friend gets over you.” With those words,
Frederico pushed his dick into Luca’s body in a harsh thrust
reminiscent of the way he punched Luca’s stomach.

Luca pulled up
the comforter, hiding his face as the pain finally pushed him over
the edge. Tears were streaming from his eyes no matter how hard he
tried to keep them in. The dull burn spread through his body over
and over as Frederico’s sparsely lubed cock bludgeoned his
sphincter. Despite the gasps of pleasure coming from behind, each
thrust was like a punishing blow, designed to hurt and humiliate.
Friction soon made Luca’s hole feel raw, and he couldn’t help but
wince every single time Frederico pushed him against the mattress.
The cool touch of the ring Ghost got him was the only thing keeping
him sane. He touched it with his thumb, biting into the comforter
yet again.