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☙Vegas❧
Blood, pus, hair, nails, cum, sweat, saliva, spit, snot, urine, feces, tears, sounds. Anything the body produces can tell you a lot, and that is one of the secrets of human nature, one of the secrets of manipulating people. Anything can be used.
Playing with their senses was something Vegas understood like no one else. Part of the game was pleasing himself, allowing him to feel something. It aroused him. Another part was getting his job done, paving his way to the top to defeat his cousin.
When did Vegas learn these things? Master the deeds? He wouldn’t be able to answer as it had already become second nature to him.
He started doing minor things similar to bodyguard work, then he asked his father to join in bigger missions. He wanted to make his pa proud.
At first, Kan didn't let him, he hated getting his hands dirty. When he finally gave in, the boy’s actions shook him. Vegas’ eyes glowed before a puddle of blood in a way that surprised Kan, whose eyes were semi closed and expensive handkerchief was covering his nose.
His stomach and guts were twirling, he felt sick but the look on his son's face was telling him he had found a useful weapon.
‘What a strange kid…’ he thought to himself, ‘...from such an early age, defective. That is my karma.’
No matter how many times Kan hit him he wouldn't learn. Like a broken toy he would repeat the same things again and again. If only Vegas could win over Kinn…
Kan decided he had to teach him well, teach him the hard way, and make him strong. Vegas got the looks, it would be easy to make clients fall head over heels and of course fall on their knees.
Repulsive and yet Vegas obeyed.
Imperfect boy. Vegas felt those words on his skin everyday in every slap. Vegas also felt it in his soul with his disdainful stares. He knew he was great, he was awesome, but the only person he wanted to please had never really looked at him.
More than despising his father, Vegas hated himself for being what he was, a damaged good, a useless tool, a mere pawn. For feeling what he felt, for desiring what he desired. Often, for loving whom he loved.
When he looked at the mirror he would see a perfect body but a rotten soul. His world was dark and he knew he had to put on a show to survive. A horror show.
But that was before Pete...
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Vegas and Pete had a break, they ate some snacks Pete had brought. Vegas decided to clean his tools, Pete called Tankhun to check up on Venice then had a smoke. Another normal day in the minor family life.
Pete got closer to the man to check his vitals and told Vegas ‘I guess he might wake up now.’
‘It is my turn, where do you want me to start, love?’ Vegas inquired while taking his tools out of the box one by one and putting them over the counter. ‘Take your pick, baby.’
Pete had been there before assisting Vegas in tortures, learning from him, but it had been a while since the last time that happened. Pete had taken off the gloves and coat.
There were many things Vegas could do, like cutting his fingers off or smashing them, cutting his tongue, taking his nails or tooth out, his personal favorites, but he wanted to please his sunshine.
‘OK… I want you to start with this one.’ Pete said while pointing at a small iron scalpel. Vegas looked at him with both amusement and awe, he just knew he had got himself the best one.
You see, after some burns and cuts a person becomes insensitive and it doesn't hurt as much. Real strong pain numbs us, so Vegas had to go slowly and cut deep but not too much. Some people feel great pleasure from those cuts, a certain someone he loved liked some from time to time.
It is always impossible to predict how people will react. Vegas threw some water at the man’s face to make him more alert. The man’s lack of energy did not allow him to move. His terrified eyes were trying to see. He seemed to be too tired to scream. Vegas was content, it had been a while since he had a body in his hands too.
Vegas opened the man’s shirt and said ‘There, there. I’m going to hurt you, I’m not gonna lie, I want to use your chest as my canvas. A masterpiece is on the way, Pete.’ He started to make tiny but deep cuts in the man’s skin, blood would spring and timid screams could be heard.
The trail of blood the scalpel would leave behind excited both of them, satisfying their inner beasts. Each round of cuts would be longer and the man would squeal louder until he didn’t. Blood spilled and dripped on the ground. Blood also stained Vegas’ coat and gloves. Pete handed him a towel and he cleaned himself.
After the cuts, Vegas decided to disinfect them with alcohol, the man growled. How beautiful a body twitching can be. Addictive. Vegas turned to Pete, who was smoking by the counter, calm and satisfied. He had to think about what to do next.
‘This is just a reminder for you, your family or anyone who dares to get close to Venice.’ Vegas said, then turned to Pete, who had taken several pictures of the man.
‘I think I will also send these nails as a gift to his father, what do you think, love?’
Pete just nodded, still enraged by the audacity of that man, Khun Mek, Tawan’s brother and Kinn’s close friend as Vegas checked his vitals, they were weak, there was almost no energy left in his body. ‘I guess soon he will be gone for good. I say we let him agonize.’
‘Fair, but, we should end this here and now.’
‘Let me think...’ Vegas replied as he inspected his tools, choosing his final weapon, until he laid his eyes on a battery.
Vegas decided to use one tool that brought back memories.
‘Shocks or choking, what is it going to be, Pete?’ Vegas asked with a grin, he was clearly pushing his luck. Pete just clicked his tongue and raised his eyebrow. Vegas read him way too well, he got the booster cables, the battery and the gloves. A malicious smirk played on his face. He settled everything and checked it with the sparks.
All set, he got closer to the man to choose where to apply the shock. He started with his arms, belly, then proceeded to his wounds. Vegas would do it looking straight at Pete’s eyes. More than the twitching body in front of him he was charmed by the glow in Pete’s eyes, the way he suddenly gulped and bit his lips focused in the view and held his cigarette. The way those eyes were telling Vegas to continue. Reassuring him, blessing him, lusting for him.
Each round got longer and the man’s screams got weaker until only the noise of electricity was heard. Soon the man was dead. They put the corpse in a black plastic bag, sealed and stored in the freezer.
Pete offered Vegas a smoke and he decided to take it to calm himself down. The stuffy air was making them sweat. All that torture and screaming had them on the edge of pleasure. Adrenaline was running through their veins like poison, but they had the antidote in each other.
‘I guess you should thank me now that we got this gift.’
‘Thank you? Right… Get lost, you promiscuous immoral devil.’ Pete said those words squeezing Vegas' chin and mouth together with one hand.
‘The one and only. The man you’ve chosen.’
Pete was annoyed but couldn’t deny this. He clicked his tongue again, and while his eyes pierced Vegas’ he licked Vegas’ left cheek, the sour salty taste of his lover.
‘I licked you, now you are mine and mine only.’ Pete whispered in his ear.
‘Body and soul, babe.’ And as Vegas finished his words, he grabbed Pete’s neck and locked him in a lecherous kiss.
Pete welcomed his tongue in his mouth and they both surrendered to their burning desire, the only thing left to satisfy their inner beasts. Vegas pinned Pete to the wall and bit his neck so hard it slashed his skin. They both started to undress, in seconds they were ready.
Vegas pressed Pete against the counter and using his own saliva fingered him. Rough. Pete arched his back and screamed in pleasure and pain, bending his body to receive Vegas' hardness, he couldn’t wait. Pete asked for it. In one push Vegas was inside and there he stayed, thrusting violently as they held each other. Their screams and moans filled the warehouse, they were lost in themselves. Vegas demanded and Pete sat at the counter, they kissed ferociously as the hits became harsher. Pete reached for Vegas’ hand and led it to his neck.
‘Now this, baby?’ Vegas said so with a devilish smile as he pushed Pete against the counter, choking him, thrusting viciously until tears fell from his eyes and he came crying Vegas’ name after a poignant gasp. Vegas then sharply quickened his moves and soon followed, releasing himself inside Pete, also crying his lover's name. Glorious. They held each other tightly and kissed.
‘Doing business with you is always a pleasure, Pete.’
‘Same here, Khun Vegas.’
They smiled, fully satisfied.
‘Ready for another round, babe? Come here…’
It was almost 6 am when Vegas and Pete lit the last cigarette, the air was still stuffy and they were all sweaty and sticky. They were tired too, but still drunk on themselves…
‘I’ll have someone clean the mess later.’
‘Oh, the sun is rising already, we have to get Venice with Khun soon.’
‘Ugh, not the main family house early in the morning…’ Pete just frowned and stared at him so he completed ‘Fine, let’s go.’
‘We can go home for a quick shower before we head there, what do you say?’
‘OK, Pete. I’ll go anywhere with you anyway. Heaven or hell, in this case hell...’
Pete smiled warmly, took his hand and said ‘Shut up. Let’s go home, Vegas.’