Crossed and double crossed. Was there any way to get the better of Angelo Vitali? Bobby didn’t know. He didn’t care either, not once he’d had a shower and gotten dressed and eaten a real meal, all under Angelo’s watchful eye.

Angelo had mindfucked him. Hard. When Angelo took his shirt off in the bathroom Bobby saw that there wasn’t a mark on him. It must have been make up and stage props that night in the restaurant, an elaborate theatrical presentation. Angelo had put on a gory, brutal show just for his benefit, and sentenced him to ten days in the dark just to prove a point.

Bobby couldn’t help but feel that he’d gotten off easy. Angelo seemed to have already forgiven him for trying to kill him. It was a novel experience. Bobby had never been forgiven by anyone. Ever. Hell, maybe it wasn’t really forgiveness because as far as Bobby could tell Angelo didn’t really feel wronged. Angelo was a brutal man, there was no doubt about that, but he had the ability to tolerate things other men didn’t.

“What else are you going to do to me?” Bobby asked the question over the remnants of his pasta. Angelo hadn’t eaten. He just sat there, watching, his dark eyes filled with ineffable satisfaction.

“Everything,” Angelo answered simply. “Everything and anything.”

Bobby bit his lower lip. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you?”

“Yes,” Bobby said. “I’m sorry. I mean, I had every reason to want you dead, but…”

“You needed vengeance,” Angelo said. “Revenge is a dangerous game, Bobby. If you’re going to play it, you have to have a clear mind.”

“Still giving me tips,” Bobby smiled, shaking his head. “I swear, I don’t know what you want with me, Angelo.”

“I told you what I wanted in the beginning. I want you. All of you. Everything you have. Everything you are. Every tight little hole. Every dark little thought.” Angelo reached out and took Bobby’s face in his hands. “Your lust. Your fear. Your evil. Your love. Your tears. Your pain. I want it all.”

He spoke with elegant intensity, his accented voice holding the closest thing to love Bobby had ever felt. Angelo cradled his face and gazed into his eyes and Bobby felt his heart swell with emotion he didn’t know how how to contain.

“Take your clothes off. I want to fuck you.”

The sudden shift reminded Bobby that Angelo didn’t ask for sex. He demanded it.

Angelo rose from the table, drawing Bobby up with him, then pushing him down to the floor where he grabbed his clothes, tearing seams and holes, baring him roughly. This was unbridled lust. This was everything Bobby had craved in those dark days locked away with only his shattered self for company.

Angelo’s kiss crushed his lips, his tongue forcing his way into Bobby’s mouth. Bobby suckled on it, desperately spreading his legs as Angelo’s fingers slid down over his stomach, ignored his cock and found the prize between his cheeks. He had lube at the ready, a tub in his pocket which he opened to smear thick dollops on Bobby’s asshole.

“Your punishment isn’t over,” Angelo growled into his mouth. “You’re going to do hard time, Bobby. On your back, being filled.”

He felt Angelo’s cock against his ass, his rod rampant. There was no foreplay. There was no preparation. Angelo thrust roughly inside him, the buttery lubricant doing its job to make it bearable as he rammed deep.

“I’m not going to play act again, Bobby,” Angelo said, rearing up, his hands wrapped around Bobby’s ankles, holding them up and apart. “The next time you send a man for me, the bullet will be real. And the darkness will last so much longer. And you will never ever have this again.”

He pushed forward, filling Bobby’s ass all the way. Bobby felt Angelo’s hips pressed hard against his lewdly displayed cheeks, his asshole stretched so fucking wide he could hardly take it.

“What do you want, Bobby?” His dark eyes stared down at Bobby. “You want me dead? You want me alive?”

“Alive!” Bobby screamed the word. Alive. He needed Angelo alive so he could live. Because this was living as he never had before. This was living in shadows and lies, but so deeply and so much more completely than ever before.

He’d been stupid. For so long he’d thought he was the smartest man alive. He’d outsmarted his competitors, and he’d destroyed his competition. He’d carved out a place in the world just for him - a lonely, precarious little hidey-hole that Angelo had ripped him out of and shown him just how pathetic, desperate, and plain dumb he was.

“You’re mine, Bobby,” Angelo growled, thrusting in and out hard and fast. “I own your fucking soul, boy.”

“Yes!” Bobby screamed in agreement. Days of isolation and contemplation of Angelo’s death and what he had been sure was his own impending demise had made everything clear. Angelo was everything. Angelo was the fucking universe as far as Bobby was concerned.

As his ass was ravaged roughly, Bobby let his head fall back against the carpet. He shouted his pleasure and his pain, his submission to the man who owned him. Angelo reached down and grabbed his cock, his long fingers wrapping around Bobby’s hard shaft.

“Bad boy,” he snarled as he started to stroke Bobby’s cock in time with his thrusts. “Such a bad little boy. I’m going to have to fuck this ass every day, aren’t I, Bobby. I’m going to have to remind you what your hungry hole loses if you do ever get the balls to kill me.”

His hips jackhammered against Bobby’s ass, slam fucking him roughly against the carpet, burning Bobby’s back with the violent thrusts until he jammed himself deep inside and came hard, filling Bobby’s bare ass with his seed.

The feeling of Angelo cumming in his ass set Bobby off. His own orgasm erupted from deep within, his balls giving up their load at Angelo’s insistence, thick spurts of cum shooting hard and at an angle Angelo’s hand determined. He felt hot sticky seed slap across his nose and lips as Angelo laughed.

“Good cumming on your own face, boy. Saves me the trouble.”

Angelo pulled out and stood up, standing over Bobby, his thick cock fisted in his hand.

“Stay there. Don’t you dare wipe that cum away.”

Bobby laid there, cum leaking out of his sore, used asshole, his face coated with his own pungent seed as Angelo looked down at him, the tall, dominant man taking great pleasure in his state.

“Remember this, Bobby,” Angelo purred, stroking a few last drops of cum out of his cock. They fell in a warm rain over Bobby’s prone body, spattering his skin. “You’re a set of holes for me to use. No matter what happens, never forget that. And make sure you carry lube with you from now on, because I won’t.”