The Gangster's Toy

Betrayal

  Mateo immediately shot his eyes to the heir standing beside him in horror, who stood erect, the devilish smile never leaving his soul. He had tricked him! This was unforgivable! That was what echoed in Mateo's head but he felt helpless in front his father who stood just as petrified as his own son. To think his own son mazed him into this trap, disgusted him but he knew better than to hate his son since the young male looked guilty, shocked, frustrated and betrayed all in one. Jose sighed, Lorenzo had done it again, used his own heir against him. The turn of events had glued Mateo to his spot, hating the fact that he wanted to embrace his father....it had been so long. Not long enough for him to miss him but hard and distant enough to crave his father's affection, the little amount of affection he once in a while offered.

  "Surprise, Jose Ignacio. You didn't expect it, did you?", Alessandro smirked shuffling over to the Jose who didn't back away even a bit as people from the Jose gang rushed beside him, holding their guns out, all aiming at Lorenzo Alessandro. The heir didn't have a single line of frustration on his forehead on the sudden sweet gesture by the Joses. "I didn't want to use my golden card on you if you ask me...but after your unforgivable betrayal, I thought why not?" Mateo scrunched his face in disapproval, what did he mean by betrayal?? Alessandro betrayed them! Not the other way round! 

  "What the hell are you talking about?! You betrayed us! Tricked us here!", A boy behind Jose hollered, his pointed rifle never leaving its aim. Dane Grey. Mateo sobbed at the sight, his friend, more like his friend who casually pretended to be his mother... he had returned... and Mateo couldn't even run up to him and hug him, he missed him so much. He remembered . Dane Grey being away during the unfortunate wedding, due to some personal matters but it only doubled the need for him to engulf him, complain about whatever he had been through this whole week, pin-point at the Lorenzos who did him bad but he couldn't. It felt as if there was an invisible gag in his mouth and if he dared try to utter a word, a fist would come flying to his side and rip him in two. "f*****g traitor! I am sure you unfaithful cunt tricked Mateo into cornering us before mentally torturing him all this time he was in your f*****g possession!", . Dane Grey spat, not fearing anything but the loss of his young friend and the possible misery he was in. He looked so pale, it scared him to the skin. "I will f*****g take him back after I am done here with-" 

  A gun-shot echoed in the hollow invisible bubble, making Mateo's eyes go wide, dashing them towards his husband who held the sinful gun in his hand. Dane fell to the ground with a loud thud, clutching at his bleeding shoulder, pain registered on his face as he felt him mouth out some curses at him. Without even realisation hit him, Mateo felt himself tugging at the sleeve of the outstretched arm holding the metal. "Please..... don't." His eyes twinkled in tears as he went on chanting for him to stop, but the heir just tilted his head towards his side and smirked. 

  "It has just begun, Mateo. Why so weak? You want to know what they did?" Alessandro questioned, the smirk disappearing from his lips as they pressed tight, the jaws clenching in anger. Mateo looked up at him with teary eyes, batting his eyelashes in confusion, gulping. Did his father do something? What could have possibly made Alessandro think he tricked them? "He.. your father has Minjung! ALL THIS f*****g TIME HE HAD MINJUNG!", The frail boy flinched, as gasps arose in the atmosphere. Mateo shook his head, tears swelling up in his eyes. He's lying Mateo, he wants you to hate father! The hand gripped tighter onto the sleeve, head continuing shaking from side to side. 

  "No.... no.... you're lying! Father would never do that! Please!", Mateo turned towards his father who looked just as baffled from the sudden accusation, strolling. "He's lying right??! You don't have noona, right??! Why would you throw me at him if you had noona?! We could have worked this together, father! You....you didn't have to .... bait .....me", The boy whimpered, a few steps away from his father's place and he was dragged back again by his hair. Alessandro held at a fistfuf of his honey-brown hair, his eyes stabbing him over and over again for calling him a liar. 

  "Now I'm a f*****g liar?!", He hollered, pushing Mateo harshly to the ground, the gun in his frail hand sliding a few steps away from him. Alessandro marched on, his gun raised once again, pointing at Lee. 

  "Whatever information you have, Lorenzo Alessandro. It's false, it's nothing but a hoax! I swear upon my son's life I know nothing about Natalia's whereabouts! I may be the head of the gang but I am not a liar!", Lee hyunsoo delivered, earning his son's attention, who shuddered on the ground. 

  "Ah. Next lie? So you're saying my father's trusted man is a liar then? Cut the crap and tell me, WHERE THE f**k IS NATALIA?", Alessandro shuffled closer, his gun now a few inches away from the skinned beating heart of the Jose. He pulled at the trigger, one grain away from the gun shooting the bullet when he felt a pain shoot through his arm, the gun went flying to the ground. Alessandro winced as he shook his hand, the shock doing the trick of numbing his fingers from the sudden loss of contact with the trigger of the metal. He looked back at the shooter who stood with a tear-stained face, hateful yet fearful orbs staring at him, the 9mm pistol pointing at the spot where his hand held the gun previously. Veins of disbelief carved his temple, staring ahead at his wife, equipped with the pistol he offered him. How was his aim so on point? How did he manage to hit the gun and not harm anyone on opposite side of the gun? How? It made no sense to Alessandro... Was the boy capable of more than what  he displayed? Surely he was a shooter, a sharp shooter. 

  "I'm sorry, you left me with no other Lorenzoce...", Mateo could hear his words shaking and fingers trembling, wrapped around the pistol. He surprised himself more than he surprised anyone else, he had not shot anyone or anything in so long and his aim was still perfect..... But a feeling of panic rushed over him when the heir took heavy steps towards him. "I..I didn't mean to do it.. please... please let them go.... please", Mateo begged when he felt the throbbing pain in his arm and the eyes shooting lasers at him. 

  "You think you'll get away with that so easily?!" Mateo shook his head immediately, he knew he messed up and now there was no turning back, no way out.

  "I-I'm sorry.....I'll not complain if you punish me.....please...please let them go....", Alessandro gripped at Mateo's hair and warned. 

  "I'll f*****g deal with you, don't you worry," After letting go off the hair, he turned. "All of you! Leave! Now! Don't worry Lee Hyunsoo, I'll teach your son some lessons on your behalf while you book a few coffins". 

  Both the gangs had long left, leaving the heir with his wife all alone in the handful of light of the morning sun in a distance. Mateo was forcefully made to treat Alessandro's previously numb fingers with a little bit of stroking with a white liquid and casual tears dripping down his eyes to lessen his own growing bulk in his stomach.. He knew it was a long silence before the actual hurricane blew him away. Although feeling relieved that Alessandro let his father leave along with others but now that the idea registered in his head, it could only mean one thing. His punishment was waiting him....here, in the wild.... a lump formed in his throat as the possibilities of getting thrown in the wild for a day or more took root in his mind. Would Alessandro really do that? He asked himself, sobs making their way out of his mouth, reminding him of the intensity of his little rebellion. He shot Alessandro.......... 

  As soon as Alessandro felt the bandage close around his fist, he pulled his hand away ruthlessly and slid them behind Mateo, snaking his arm around his petite waist and pulling him up by surprise. Mateo gasped at the sudden jerk and on getting slammed on the bonnet of his car, chest-down on the cold surface. He struggled, gripping at the corner of the roof of the white car for support as he winced. Having zero clue as to what was to come, he felt his knees stabbing the cold bonnet, on his fours. He looked over his shoulder at the heir, whimpering with fear for the worst to come when he saw the heir smirk at him and pull down the waist band along with his boxers to expose his milky round globes of skin. 

  Mateo's eyes went wide, feeling himself panic at the upcoming events, only to get shushed by hands gripping relentlessly at his thighs to keep him still. "Don't f*****g move. You signed up for this, Lee Mateo", he could sense the mockery in his tone, feeling a lash at his ass, the belt. The frail boy cried out in pain, clutching tightly at the edge to support his overly terrified form, tears swelling up at the pain before dripping down onto the wind-shield, leaving a long wet scar on it as it slid down. It was true he signed up for the punishment but he expected getting locked up or starved, like last night......not tortured.. that was on the worst case scenario.. was his deed that bad? His head jolted up once again, his eyes shot open and mouth hanging open, too dry to let out a cry as a familiar pain shot through his back. "You've disobeyed me Mateo. You deserve this don't you?", Mateo shook his head vigorously, gasping at the continuous hit on his ass. "YOU SHOT ME! AND YOU THINK YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS?! What did you expect?! ME TO PAMPER.YOUR.FUCKING.ASS?!", he hit harder at the words, pausing for a second before the belt made contact with his bruised ass once again. 

  "I'm sorry! I'm...I'm so...so sor....ry.... please- AHH IT HURTS!", He felt the older grip at his hair pulling him up, as he arched his back to lessen the pain but it only felt worse. Alessandro shuffled to the side of the bonnet, coming face to face with Mateo as he hissed in his face. 

  "Don't be a wuss. You pushed me over the edge!" He pierced his anger filled eyes into his face. Mateo looked at him with the corner of his pleading eyes, his vision blurry from all the tears of pain, his cheeks flushed crimson from exertion, mumbling something Alessandro didn't quite catch as he pushed his head down, the bruised temple hitting the wind-shield to send another series of torturous pain down his spine. Feeling the older male take his position back, in front of his ass dangling high, Mateo felt ready to collapse any moment. 

  Mateo could feel his knees giving away on the thought of a scarred pair of buttocks, his clasp loosening on the wind-shield as he hung his head low. His whimpers knotting into sobs, visible shivers which worried Alessandro for a twinkling before he shook the concern away and hatred masked his face, retrieving the belt. The heir lashed his arm out once again, loaded with the belt for one last time, hitting the abused butt-cheeks, earning a loud cry followed with wheezes from the younger male before he threw the torture element to the ground.

  Alessandro stepped closer, hand reaching to the spine, sliding the bandaged-palm under his shirt, onto the bare back, stroking it up and down gently to soothe away the pain, he could feel Mateo shudder at the touch, his lips leaving untamed sobs. Feeling his back slick with sweat yet as cold as ice, his other hand moved further south, meeting the waistband and the hem of the boxer before pulling both down and off his slender legs in one go, making the frail boy almost slip on the glossy bonnet. Didn't Alessandro have enough? Mateo questioned himself, mentally begging the husband to stop already, but his own head shook in response of his innocent inquiry as he felt the male pushing his slender thighs open. 

  What was coming next? The boy had no idea. 

  "So...what would you like inside of you? My fist or my length? Or......", He fell into a deadly silence as he brought a cold metal thing to his enterance, gently stroking the chilly metal on his bruised ass. "....a gun?", Mateo immediately shook his head, he didn't want any of that. He didn't deserve any, No matter what option he considered, he could only see one end-result, an abused hole; not being able to do anything for days or worse..... weeks. 

  "Please.....please..... no. Please.....Min...ho.. It hurts.....-"

  "Doesn't it?!", Alessandro spat as he circled the enterance as a warning before pushing an index inside his unprepared ring of muscles. Mateo gasped, trying to grip at something for support but only his mere faint reflection taunted him back, mocking on how weak he looked, how miserable he felt. The heir twisted and turned his index inside his hole, earning a series of struggle from the boy to pull his ass out of the normal looking torture element but Alessandro only pushed it in further deep along with his second digit, which hurt twice as much. "It hurts right?! Did you think it will give me butterflies if you shot me?!", the older male hissed as he pushed the two digits in deeper, scratching at his insides in painful ways Mateo could never contain or imagined. Mateo whined, winced, cried in pain but his husband had no mercy in him. it was like he left the rarely caring Alessandro at home, locked away, where the helpless cries won't reach him. "Move or object one more f*****g time and I'll shoot you", A grave voice, somewhere behind Mateo warned as he felt the pain triple up on the enterance of the third digit. 

  Mateo tensed, feeling his stomach his intestines on his lower half coming in contact with a fourth finger. A fourth finger! The frail boy bit at the back of his hand to muffle his whimpers, his constant sobs, his eyes shut tight but not tight enough to imprison the flood of tears as he wheezed for air. Is he ... is he going for the fist??? Mateo asked himself, shaking his head immediately to shake away the fear of his big fist inside of him. He was struggling with a finger, his virgin hole feeling like ripping into pieces on the 4th digit and the entire fist? His virgin hole didn't sign up for this torture.... but before his fears could take the worse of him, Alessandro pulled his legs down, as soon as his bare-foot made contact withe the muddy field, they gave away, him almost falling to the ground if it wasn't for the 4 fingers inside of him and Alessandro pulling his frail form up with the help of his hair and slamming him cheek down to the bonnet of his car. 

  The bandaged hand wrapped around Mateo's limp p***s, Alessandro leaned in closer. His hot breaths blowing onto the crook of his neck, kissing the exposed skin so tenderly that it made the stress go away for a moment before he felt his hanging organ stroked at a painful pace, the inside of him probably bleeding from the unbelievable digits pumping, circling, twisting, scratching at his innocent ring of muscles. Mateo's breathing got shorter and shorter with every stroke, sweat spilt form his bad-aided temple to his red cheeks, making a pool there to reduce the friction between his cheek and the glossy bonnet. The frail boys arms rested against his body on the white bonnet, challenging his patience with the relentless pain up his back. He shut his eyes when he felt himself close to releasing the white sticky liquid but the lids shot open when he felt his p***s getting squeezed with immense pressure, a something gripping at its head so tightly it sent Mateo into a painful frenzy. A handmade c**k-strap? Mateo struggled, his sacks stiffening up from the sudden pressure as a muffled cry left his lips. He wanted to come, wanted the sinful liquid out but there was no way with the strap imprisoning it inside. 

  "Please....remove...it", Mateo begged, feeling disgusted of himself for bubbling up eagerness to release it so bad but he only felt a devious chuckle as the older male whispered up close in his ears. 

  "Ahan? Where is your innocence gone, Lee Virgin Mateo?", Alessandro licked at his tiny exposed cartilage before giving it a tug, turning it even red that it already looked. With his torso hunched over Mateo's bareback, he went on, with lust-coated voice. "On one case, you'll do as I say". Mateo promptly nodded before his brain could process the request. Alessandro loosened his fist around the pulsating organ, feeling the hot liquid spurt out of Mateo's reddened p***s, feeling the frail boy relax under him and panting, trying to catch some air. "Don't worry, I have your inhaler". He coo-ed, fishing out a piped container from his back pocket and putting it to the boy's lips. 

  Mateo raised his honeybrown head a bit to suck in the dose, not feeling too good even after the dose as he continued wheezing. Alessandro slid it back in his pocket, snaking his arm around Mateo's neck to push him up. The younger boy obliged and stood upright, or tried to. He panted heavily, slightly dizzy from the pain and pleasure, his eyes lidded halfway as he hung his head low, his arms trying in vain to keep his posture upright. Alessandro dropped the shoulder of his shirt down the curve to have a better access to it. Dipping his head low, his thumb brushing the curve gently, he pressed his lips onto the fragile part, sending electrifying shivers down his spine as he lovingly sucked and tugged at the tender skin with his teeth. "Are....are you done?", Mateo asked innocently, earning a hum from his husband, feeling relieved, he dropped his head low as tears welled in his eyes. Recalling the events from a while ago, Mateo shuddered and thanked God for what felt like gazillion times for ending his suffering. Finally.

  However, his happiness was shortlived when he felt the husband ascending his hand from his shoulder to the neck, washing over the lump in his throat, settling above his plump lips. Sliding in the fluid covered digits into Mateo's hot cavern, almost gagging him with the weird taste. The heir's own lips slightly parted with the milky skin on his shoulder after leaving a bright red love-bite as he almost whined breathlessly at the loss of the heated contact. 

  "Yes, we're done with foreplaying so let's go on to the real thing".