Lance smiled and pushed the bills into his jacket. “Looser,” he laughed. “Was he worth it?”
Justin blushed and lowered his eyes, remembering the night before. “He was worth double that, triple. Jealous much Mississippi?”
“Baby I am way over you. I got bigger fish to fry now days.” Lance shot a quick look at Chris Kirkpatrick and hid a tiny smile.
“Okay children, no more time for playing. I want to know what beef Richardson has with you Justin. He and the Carters have raided three of our warehouses over night and we are now officially at war. Now why are the Fatone’s and the Carter’s at war boys?” Joey sat on a bar stool his arms crossed tightly across his chest.“Justin you are my brother and I love you and Mississippi you are more than just a body guard, you are family too. Don’t make me have to let Paddy loose on the both of you.”
“Paddy wouldn’t hurt either of us,” Lance stated confidently.
“Well that’s where you’re wrong Lancey Poos. I’m loyal to Joey before anyone else, even my lover. To be sure I’d hate to have to hurt you baby but I will if you don’t answer Joe’s question.”
Justin looked at Lance, shocked at what he had just heard. “You . . . and him? You’re . . .” Justin stopped short of saying the actually words. “How long?”
“You can find out what your bodyguard has been up too later Jay. Why is Richardson still after your blood?”
The door opened and JC slipped into the kitchen, hovering by the door unnoticed as the four men stared each other down.
Joey sighed sadly, “Break Justin’s arm Chris.”
“No!” JC darted forward intercepting Chris as he went for Justin. Lance reacted at the same time putting himself between his charge and the hit man.
Chris grasped JC around his throat. “Maybe it’s not cha brother that I need to threaten?” He tightened his grip and Justin tried to dart around Lance to reach his helpless lover. “One more step Jay and I’ll snap ya boy’s neck like it was a twig. You know I’ll do it. It pains me to hurt your street rat really it does. I Like ya boy, he’s good for you. But it’s my job and ya know I always do my job.”
“Don’t hurt him Chris, please don’t hurt him.” Justin’s eyes filled with tears. “Joe please call him off. I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything.”
Joey nodded at his pet killer and Chris loosened his hold on the frightened teenagers throat.
“I was raped.”
Chris let go of JC and slumped down on a kitchen chair and dropped his head into his hands. Joey swallowed. “Go on,” he said calmly.
“It was when Lance and I were seeing each other. Richardson’s cousin and two of his boys cornered me. They held me down and took turns at me.” Justin had tears running down his face as he told the story to his brother for the first time. “He forced me to blow him. So I . . . . I bit his cock off.”
JC stood pale faced, Lance covered his face, remembering that terrible day. Chris lifted his head. “What a corn dog not fulfilling enough for ya?” he asked seriously. His humour lifted the gloom and horror that had settled over the room.
Joey stood slowly and walked over to his baby brother, gathering him in his arms and hugging him. “And you didn’t feel you could tell me this? Didn‘t trust me to handle this for you?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you Joe. I was visiting my lover. It was before you knew about my . .”
“Your preference for boys? I always knew about Mississippi anyway. You should have told me Justin. I could have finished this years ago.” Joe turned to Chris. “Get the boys together. We are hitting the Carter’s. Mississippi I want you to oversee the restaurant today.”
“What about Justin?” Lance asked.
Joey pulled a gun out of his belt and handed it to Justin. “Anyone that isn’t Mississippi, me or Paddy that walks through that door, kill them. With luck Richardson will be too busy dying to come after my baby brother.”
*
“Are you okay?” Justin asked as he chased JC into the bedroom. Joey, Chris and Mississippi had left and now Justin was alone with JC for the first time since he had revealed his terrible past.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” JC replied as he moved over to stand closer to his lover.
Justin put his pistol on to the bedside table and wrapped his arms around JC‘s waist. “It was along time ago baby. It’s something I lived with . . . until now.” He opened his arms and JC stepped into them, resting his head on Justin’s shoulder.
“Do you want to work on my back for a while? It will take your mind off what’s going on.”
“I’d like that baby. Go and get the bench out for me while I get my inks. I’m working on your right hip and lower belly today.”
“You’re coming around the front?”
“Yeah, it’s part of the design. Trust me baby.”
JC sucked his lip into his mouth thoughtfully. “Okay,” he said softly.
He dragged the bench into the middle of the living room then stripped off his shirt. “How do you want me?” he asked.
Justin grinned. “Naked,” he said a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Showing his naivety JC dropped his pants and stepped out of them.
“How should I sit?”
“Sit on the end, your side facing me. Bring your right arm across and grip your left shoulder.” JC did as Justin asked. “That’s good baby.” The teenager shivered as Justin swabbed him down with alcohol. He picked up his tattoo gun. “Ready?” he asked.
“Yeah.” JC took a deep intake of breath as Justin started to etch his design into his right hip, determination on his face.
“You can breath baby,” Justin said laughing and JC let out the breath that he was holding on to. Justin chuckled. “You are going to look so beautiful Joshua.”
“How many more sessions will it take to finish?”
Justin turned off his gun and sat back mentally calculating how much longer it would take him to finish JC’s body. “Five maybe six more two hour sessions to finish the outline. Three possibly four sessions to colour in. In three weeks you will be finished.”
“And then you’ll have no more use for me.”
Justin sighed. “I thought we had cleared this up last night baby. I love you.”
JC gave a weak smile. “I’m sorry, it’s just . . .” His hand went to his face, touching the rough line of stitches.
Justin captured his fingers and brought them to his mouth, placing tiny kisses on their tips. “You worry too much baby. Come on, I need you to lie down now.” Justin moved his stool to the side on the bench and made JC lie on his back. “This will hurt more because it’s a more fleshy area, but I’m going to tattoo the front of your hip across your belly to your navel and into your groin.” JC steadied himself for the needle to start but found himself panting as Justin leaned across his body and stretched the skin on his hip. The teen tried to remain calm as Justin began to work. This was the first time that he was able to see what was happening to him. Every time Justin moved his arm it rubbed over JC’s naked cock and pretty soon the nude teen was squirming as the friction grew more and more intense. Justin carried on with his art unaware of the pleasure he was inflicting on his hapless subject. It was only when JC gave a long moan of ecstasy and came hard over his clean shirt did Justin realise that JC had been suffering painful pleasure for over an hour. The teen blushed scarlet and turned his head away so that he didn’t have to look at his lover.
The blond man chuckled and wiped his shirt with a handful of tissues then carried on with his work. Evilly he lifted JC’s flaccid cock and moved it as if it was in his way, then stroked his hand over his balls lifting and moving them too making JC hiss and wriggle uncomfortably . “Just a little longer baby. You need to stay very, very still for me now and I warn you this will sting.” With his left hand holding JC’s genitals out the way, Justin began working on the groin area. JC whimpered as the pain hit him.
“It’s alright baby. You are doing wonderfully, you are very brave. Just another twenty minutes and I’ll be done for today.” Justin kept up his barrage of praise as he worked as quickly as he could without spoiling the artwork. He attempted to take JC’s mind off what he was doing by palming the teen’s balls and cock. By the time he was satisfied that he had done as much as he could for the day and he stopped JC was sweat covered and almost writhing on the bench in front of him, laid open and exposed. Justin wiped the fresh tattoo, cleaning off the excess ink.
“Do you want to see?” he asked.
JC’s eyes shone with anticipation. “Can I? I mean you said I wasn’t to look.”
“Well baby this is on your belly, you are going to see it sooner or later unless I keep you blindfolded.” JC never moved he just stared up at Justin, his tongue flicked over his slightly parted lips a gleam in his eyes. Justin gasped with pretend horror. “I’m horrified that you would want me to do that!” he exclaimed. “You are a wicked, wicked boy.”
“I need to be punished.” JC purred seductively. He reached down and began to feel himself up, holding his cock in his fist as he jerked himself slowly. His eyes locked with his lovers and Justin swallowed licking his lips; the boy was insatiable. He had come at least twice during the tattoo session and he was still baying for more.
“You’re right baby. You need to be punished real bad.” Without warning Justin pulled JC from the bench and dragged him into the kitchen throwing him belly first over the breakfast bar. Justin’s trousers hit the floor and he forced his cock into JC’s ass, pounding away relentlessly, not giving the teen time to catch his breath. He traced his fingers over the scabbed up tattoo, bits of which had already gone smooth. Justin thrust forward again and wrapped his arms around the boy bent over against him. Sweat covered both their bodies as the effort of staying on their feet took hold. Still Justin never stopped, never slowed. He wanted, needed to possess his lover totally.
JC reached for his cock, his breath coming in short gasped pants. “No baby,” Justin whispered and grabbed his hands pulling them behind his back. “No touching, only I touch from now on.” JC whimpered and sagged over the cold work surface, his legs shaking as Justin forced him to rise even higher on his toes than he had been. He let out a strangled scream as Justin rammed hard into his prostate over and over, milking him, encouraging every tiny drop of cum that he had inside him to be spilt.
Justin shuddered and gripped JC’s wrists painfully tightly as he came. He fell forward shaking with exertion.
“Breathe!”
Justin kissed the back of JC’s neck, tasting the salty film that covered it.
“Justin, breathe.” JC’s strangled plea filtered through the fuzziness and Justin lifted himself up.
“Baby I’m sorry. Did I crush you?”
“Just a little,” JC gave a little smile to show that he was really alright. “I’d like to lie down though.”
“Mmmm sounds like a plan baby.” Keeping his arms wrapped around JC‘s middle Justin walked the two of them to the bedroom and toppled them both on the bed giggling like school girls.
“Wanna sleep,” JC mumbled.
Justin snuggled as close as he could get, making sure his limp cock rested between JC’s ass cheeks. “Okay baby, you go to sleep. I just wanna hold you a bit.” He trailed his lips over the skin on the back of JC’s neck. “I love you baby.” he breathed.
“Love you too,” JC purred back, his voice already thick with sleep.