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  “I love you, Peter. I do. I want this all to be overwith for us to get rid of Tony but he’s got a lot of power, a lot more than you can realize. The only way we can get him for good, nail the coffin is to get him confessing what he did to Anton.”

  “How? Recording it? Even if we did, that can’t be admissible in court.” Peter said.

  “Doesn’t need to be,” Chip said with a mischievous smile, “It is admissible in the court of public opinion. It’ll ruin him if everyone finds out what he did and that’s why I need your help.”

  “What? How?” Peter asked.

  “I need you to … see him one more time.” Chip said.

  “What do you mean, ‘see him’?” Peter asked, tilting his head, not so sure if he liked the sound of that.

  “You may think he’s angry at you but he’s still hung up on you. Why would he go through all this trouble just to get back at you unless he was still in love with you? You’re his Achilles heel, baby. And I need you to use your … influence on him one last time.”

  Peter thought about it, having to see Tony’s face one more time after all he’d put him through, turned his stomach and Chip was suggesting he might need to do more, a lot more. But he was tired of running, tired of being bullied by him, tired of Tony threatening him and those he loved and he wouldn’t go on through his life for the rest of his life like that, not any more.

  “I’ll do it,” Peter said. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

  CHAPTER 15

  “Can I talk to you for a second?” Peter said in the most genuine tone he could muster on the phone.

  “What?” Tony barked on the other end.

  The fact that Tony even bothered to pick up the phone gave Peter the hope that he had a chance to convince Tony to see him and from that point on, he might be able to get what he wanted without getting caught but getting caught, that’s what he feared. Tony didn’t become so rich or powerful by being a complete idiot. His tentacles reached the highest positions in the entire state and the deepest darkest ridges of the underworld that really ran the city, even today.

  But this was not a head job, Peter knew, this was not an intellectual exercise, Tony had been hurt by the fact that Peter chose Chip instead of him which told him that Tony was a sensitive guy, he let his emotions rule him just as much as his head and that gave him a sliver of a chance of being successful at this scheme.

  “I …” Peter started to answer. How was he going to put into words what he needed to say to Tony? “I fucked up.”

  “What do you mean?” Tony said, Peter thought he heard a slight smile in his voice.

  “I … you offered me the world and I … I was scared, Tony.” Peter said.

  “Scared?” Tony said.

  “Yeah, I, I’ve never had someone treat me as well as you treated me. Someone who took care of me or nurtured me, or made me feel the way you did,” Peter said. He was met with a wall of silence which made him nervous and wonder if Tony was on to him yet.

  “I thought your cop boyfriend did all that for you,” Tony said with an edge to his voice.

  “I was wrong. He tricked me. He just wanted to fuck with my head and leave me like all the other men,” Peter said, beginning to cry. He was surprised even himself by the performance, believing his own words.

  “Hey, hey now. Don’t do that,” Tony said, “You know, I don’t like none of that crying shit.”

  “I’m sorry,” Peter said sniffling.

  “You … you really are something else,” Tony said. “Get your ass over here in 15 minutes and we’ll see where we stand.”

  Tony hung up before Peter could respond, a smile curved on Peter’s face but not too big of one because he wasn’t sure if Tony had a hidden camera set up in his car too. Instead, he said, “Oh thank God. I hope he forgives me. I didn’t realize what I had when I had it. I love him so much.”

  Peter wanted to tell Chip the good news that he’d gotten a foot in the door but he knew he couldn’t tell him anything until it was all over with, until he’d gotten what they both needed. Tony, as far as he knew, had eyes everywhere in the city and if they were spotted together even for a minute, the gig would be up.

  He valet parked swinging inside the casino with just minutes to spare. He knew that Tony could be a real stickler for time and he didn’t want to fuck up his chance with anything. He had made sure to shower and wear Tony’s favorite cologne on him before he made the phone call, wearing a simple v-neck tight fitting t-shirt and jeans that accentuated his full bubble butt.

  He took a deep breath, maneuvering his way between the roulette tables and slot machines until he made it to the all-familiar elevator to the executive suite.

  He was nervous, yes but determined and though there was a part of him that was angry, that wanted to tear Tony apart for all that he’d done to him the last few weeks, he knew he needed to keep that under wraps at least until they'd gotten what he wanted.

  Chip had coached him on exactly what he needed to hear from Tony in order to get a conviction or at least reasonable doubt and Peter rehearsed those talking points in his head, hoping he could give a convincing enough performance as the elevator door dinged open and the familiar smell of the executive level filled his nostrils.

  His heart beat in his throat as he stepped closer and closer, trying to relax but the more he told himself to relax, the more jittery he became.

  “Stay cool,” he told himself as he saw the all too familiar darkened office suites and the warm light of Tony’s office with the blinds closed.

  “Come on in, Petey,” Tony’s voice called from within his office. Peter’s heart jumped at the sound of his voice but he pressed forward.

  He put on a smile and stepped inside when he saw what he didn’t expect. Tony was there, sitting atop his desk, yes, looking sexier than ever with a his tie loosened around his collar, his shirt slightly unbutton but there were two other large men that were beside him too.

  One looked interestingly like a younger version of Tony, only taller and better built and the other was a good looking Latino guy who was bald and looked like a linebacker.

  “Come on in, Petey, take a seat.” Tony said, beckoning him to sit in front of him in a seat that seemed marked with his name on it.

  Peter worked up a smile and did as he was told.

  “Good to see you,” Tony said, tilting his head to get a better look at him, his hand reached for his chin and lifted it up. “I’ve forgotten how cute you are.”

  “Thanks,” Peter said. “Missed you too.”

  “Always with the wisecracks,” Tony said, folding his arms. “So … you said you wanted to talk.”

  Peter looked at the two men and cleared his throat, “Are you sure you wanted to talk with them?”

  “This is my son, Tony Junior and his friend, Sergio. Anything you say to me, you can say in front of them,” Tony said. “So, go ahead.”

  Peter thought it was strange. Who were these guys to him, his body guards or something? He knew the one guy was his son and what a beautiful son he was, but who was this other guy? He didn’t want to stall so he said, “Well, like I was saying. I think I really made a big mistake. I don’t expect you to take me back by any means but I just thought I owed you at least an apology face-to-face. I’ll never forget the things you did for me or how well you treated me and I wanted to let you know that.”

  “I appreciate that,” Tony said, “And what else?”

  “And what else?” Peter questioned, getting nervous.

  “Yeah, what else do you have to say for yourself?” Tony pressed.

  “Well,” Peter started, not sure exactly how to answer that. He racked his brain, until he came up with it but the two other guys in the room drilling looks at him like lasers were making it even more difficult. “Please, forgive me. I know we can never be like we were before but-”

  “So, let me get this straight. Your cop boyfriend dumps your ass out on the street, wants nothing to do with you and you come back to me, craw
ling on your hands and knees?”

  Peter was shocked. He knew Tony had been keeping tabs on him but for him to be this direct about it was a little off-putting.

  He cleared his throat, “Everybody makes mistakes ….”

  Tony chuckled.

  “And … I was just glad that this happened actually because I was able to see his true colors,” Peter said.

  “True colors?” Tony smirked, “True colors are a funny thing, Petey. True colors. It’s amazing what you see about people when the pressures on. You get to know who they are, what they’re made of.”

  Peter nodded, hoping he was convincing.

  “What do you think Junior? Sergio?” Tony said, turning to each of them.

  “Not sure,” Junior said.

  “I don’t buy it,” Sergio said.

  Peter swallowed. His throat was dry and he felt like he had a mouth full of sand paper. What would these men do to him, if they found out he was faking it? He only hoped that Chip and his men were somewhere nearby. But where? He hadn’t spoken or seen them in hours.

  “What -- what do you mean?” Peter asked them.

  “I don’t think he’s sorry enough,” Junior said, eyeing his father.

  “Me neither,” Sergio responded with a sexy smirk across his face.

  And suddenly Peter’s eyes got larger, he could almost smell the sexy musk in the air and he knew exactly what the three of them wanted from him immediately.

  “Seems to me, that my boys don’t buy it and that you’re going to have to be a lot more convincing,” Tony said.

  “How -- how can I do that?” Peter asked, feigning innocence.

  Tony stood up, taking off his jacket slowly as if he were loading a pistol. Then, he began to unclip and unzip his Versace slacks. “I’m sure we can think of something.” Tony said in that sexy rumble of his.

  Peter’s eyes flickered over to the other men who were following in his lead, unzipping their pants too.

  “Get on your knees.” Tony barked. “Let’s see just how sorry you are.”

  He wished this didn’t turn him on. It made him feel cheap and dirty...and somehow, that only turned him on more. His cock was aching and hard already. He didn’t have much time to think this through. All he could do was hope that Chip wouldn’t judge him or hate him for what he was about to do.

  Tony wasn’t gentle, though that didn’t surprise Peter. He pushed him down to his hands and knees and slapped his big, fat cock over Peter’s face. Like a good whore, Peter opened his mouth wide, ready to take it all. Tony pushed his cock between Peter’s lips and just the smell of him, of his masculine musk, nearly sent Peter over the edge. He circled his tongue all around the head of Tony’s dick while Junior and Sergio watched. They rubbed the crotch of their boxers, both of them clearly excited at what was transpiring. He sucked hard at Tony’s cock, doing everything he could to convince him of the lie. If it was the only way to put him away, then he’d do anything.

  He felt hands on his hips, but he couldn’t turn around to look. Tony thrust his cock into Peter’s mouth roughly, bucking his hips against his face while he fisted his hand in his hair. It made Peter’s eyes water and made him gag hard around the dick in his mouth and throat, but he got off on it. He enjoyed it.

  Something cool and wet slicked in between his cheeks and circled around his pucker. He felt the pressure then. A nice, fat cock slowly eased its way inside his ass and he groaned around Tony’s cock.

  “That’s right, son. Make him sorry,” Tony gritted out, tugging harder on Peter’s hair.

  Peter groaned. It was amazing to have his mouth full of cock and his ass stretched around cock at the same time. They used him like this, pistoning his body back and forth, for a few minutes, making Peter’s cock throb and drool pre.

  But then, Junior pulled out and so did Tony. Tony stood over his panting, sweating body and stroked his spit-slick cock. He didn’t say anything and his gaze, though hungry, was ultimately cold. He nodded at someone behind Peter.

  “Go for it, Sergio,” he said, his tone commanding leaving no room for compromise.

  Peter was grasped roughly by the shoulders and made to squat over Sergio who laid on the ground. He sank down on the man’s cock, letting it stretch him wide as he writhed and moaned. It felt so good to be stuffed with cock like this. But they weren’t done with him. Not by a long shot.

  Junior came up behind him as Tony watched, pumping his dick in his hand. Tony’s son placed a hand on his back, making him lean over Sergio. He knelt down behind Peter and started rubbing the head of his dick against his already stuffed hole. Peter gasped. He didn’t think he could take two cocks in his ass at once.

  More lube was slathered over his stuffed ass and then he felt more pressure. Junior’s hands clamped down on his hips as he started to slowly, very slowly enter his ass as Sergio pumped up into him. Peter had never felt like this before. So spread wide. So full. He groaned loudly, his lips dropping open as he gasped for breath. It felt so good, so amazing.

  Tony took the opportunity and ran with it. He stood over Sergio and sneered down at Peter. Again, he slapped his fat cock across Peter’s face, smearing his cheeks with his sticky, hot precum. He grasped Peter by the hair again and jerked his head back. When Peter opened his mouth to cry out in pleasure and pain, Tony stuffed his dick in Peter’s mouth.

  Peter desperately sucked Tony’s cock. He loved the way he tasted, loved making the older, powerful man moan in pleasure. He massaged his tongue against the thick vein on the underside of his shaft as he felt Tony’s heavy balls slap up against his chin. Tony didn’t seem to care that he made Peter gag, made his eyes water. He mercilessly fucked his face while his son and Sergio double-stuffed his tight, tight ass.

  Peter was reduced to a being that only felt pleasure. His body tingled and his cock pumped out a steady stream of pre. He couldn’t even do more than moan in a muffled, strangled voice. He adored being used like this. It made him feel so dirty. He thought about Chip then and in the heat of the moment, he didn’t feel guilty, he just wished Chip was there so he could see him getting used like a cheap slut by these gorgeous men. He imagined that the cock he had in his mouth was Chip’s and it made him suckle even harder. His tongue flickered over the fat tip of Tony’s cock before his lips closed around it again and then he sank down on his prick, hollowing out his cheeks with the force of his suction.

  Sergio got a great view of Peter sucking Tony’s dick. He panted and moaned, one of his hands curling around Peter’s dick. He jerked him off as he came with a loud cry. It felt so good, so unreal. Warmth flooded his insides as Sergio’s dick throbbed and pulsed deep inside him, hitting all of his sweet spots. He knew that at this rate, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  Even though Sergio emptied his load into Peter’s ass, he still kept bucking his hips upwards, even after he’d cum. The extra lubrication in his ass only made Junior’s thrusts smoother and faster. He couldn’t hold back any more. Peter’s breath quickened as he felt his orgasm coil like a hot spring low in his belly. Then, it snapped. He came and bobbed his head over Tony’s groin even faster, the sounds wet and messy. His cum spurted out of his cock in thick, white ropes. All over Sergio’s hand, Peter’s stomach and even on his chest. That’s how hard he’d cum.

  Tony grunted, half-moaning in pleasure. Peter reached his hands up and massaged Tony’s balls, urging him to cum too. And he did, it didn’t take much coaxing. Tony was clearly turned on by the scene before him. The first load shot down his throat and he swallowed convulsively and sucked hard, silently demanding more and more of Tony’s cum. He was rewarded as Tony’s thick load filled his mouth. Like a good boy, Peter took every drop, not even spilling it a little. He rolled it around his tongue, tasting it before he swallowed. And just as he was about to get used to things, Junior stiffened behind him and he too pumped him full of cream.

  They all collapsed in a sweaty, panting pile of heaving breath. Peter was covered in cum and sweat, his body sore, but in t
hat perfect way that told him he was sated.

  Peter gasped for breath. He hated every second of the fact that he loved every moment but he couldn’t help himself. The only thing that was missing was Chip and he wished he’d been there. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty but told himself, that he had to take one for the team.

  His eyes were blurry as he saw Junior and Sergio put their clothes on and saunter out of the room, leaving Tony and him alone on the floor as they dimmed the office lights.

  He felt woozy as he saw Tony’s naked body light a few tea candles around the office and lay back down. He did have a gorgeous body, Peter had to admit, there was no doubt about that. Tony scooted next to him his semi-erect cock cradling between Peter’s cheeks as he spooned with him.

  Peter only hoped the bug that was in his clothes would be able to pick up their conversation.

  “So…” Tony said.

  Peter smiled, “So ….” He was exhausted and it was hard to fake a smile, but he managed anyway.

  “How was that?” Tony asked.

  “Unbelievable,” Peter said. “I thought you didn’t like the idea of seeing me with anybody else.” It was the truth, though. It was some of the best sex he’d ever had even if it lacked the love that only Chip could give him. It was naughty and wrong, and the taboo only added to the fun. As much as he hated to admit it, he almost wanted some more.

  “Well, as long as I get to watch,” Tony said.

  Peter chuckled. “Kinky…. I like it.”

  “We can do more of that, you know,” Tony promised. “Whatever it takes to make you happy. That’s all I ever wanted to do Petey, you know. Just make you happy. Protect you.”

  “Is that why you got rid of Anton?” Peter said, hoping he wasn’t coming on too strong.

  “Why do you have to bring up that?” Tony asked. His tone went from warm and pleased to instantly on edge and annoyed. He sounded as though he could snap at any moment.

  “No, I was just … I appreciate it. The way you protected me. He could have ruined me, ruined us.” The words were hard to say and a lump formed in his throat. He may not have always gotten along with Anton, but his former roommate didn’t deserve to die.