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Chapter 11 of 21.
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Author: T. H. Barker (Thinking Horndog)
Title: The Gambling Debt
Part: 11 of 21
Universe: The Gambling Debt
Summary: Tony Tomaselli owes his bookie a large amount of money -- and Crazy
Joe Scalese isn't one to sit on his hands and wait for his debtors to show up
with cash!  Leg-breaking tends to be counter-productive, so Crazy Joe
implements an experimental plan that involves not only Tony, but his wife
Gina and their two children!

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The Gambling Debt

Chapter 11

	It couldn't last.  For one thing, Robert -- and with the act and his
mission complete, the 'Bobby' persona slipped away, leaving Robert in place
-- felt an inescapable urge to take a dump slide over him!  Fortunately, the
personality transition wasn't abrupt, and Robert was able to tolerate the
initial rush of Jerome's post-coital affection -- besides, it wasn't a
surprise after the incident on the couch.  But after a short interval, Robert
gently pressed his hands against Jerome and said, "I really have to go to the
bathroom..."

	Jerome sensed the change and rose up on his hands.  "It was good -- I
KNOW it was!"

	"Yes," Robert agreed, nodding.

	"But you're worried," Jerome sighed.  "Well, I guess I would be, too.
If you want pussy, I'll get you pussy, but..."

	'But what?' Robert wondered.  Jerome didn't finish the statement.
Instead, Jerome backed up, extracting his shrinking cock from Robert's ass,
and climbed off the table, grabbing a towel to wipe it off with.

	"Don't ruin it..." Jerome said sadly.  "It was good -- don't..."

	"Hey..."  Robert reached out and rubbed Jerome's back.  "You're right
-- I just don't know how far I'm into it, okay?  It was great, though...
Amazing!  You were great..."  If nothing else, this wasn't the time to
disappoint the big guy...

	"Go to the bathroom..."  Jerome waved him off.  Robert bit his lip,
but he had to go...

	As it turned out, he didn't, really, although he had some goo to push
out of his ass, most of which was Jerome's semen deposit.  When Robert
emerged from the bathroom, Jerome had apparently recovered some of his
objectivity, too.

	"I'm sorry, Bobby," he said, "I know you didn't sign up to be my
boyfriend.  I just got carried away."

	"It WAS special," Robert offered.  "VERY special."

	"Stay the night with me?" Jerome pled.  "We'll just sleep..."

	"Sure."  Robert climbed into bed and Jerome spooned his hard body
against his back and the pair of them dropped off fairly quickly.


	Someone rapped on their door about seven a.m. -- and did the same for
Frankowski and Regina, and Maria and Crazy Joe, for that matter.  "Breakfast
in an hour!" a voice announced through the door.  They took turns in the
shower -- which was a tub and curtain thing, not anything exotic -- and did
it without horseplay or sex play.  Robert's ass hurt.

	Downstairs, Crazy Joe and Maria were presiding at the table --
everyone but Frank and Regina were present.  The couple was twenty minutes
late, Frank's explanation being, "The girl's insatiable!"  Nobody followed up
on exactly what had gone on...

	After breakfast, Joe said, "You kids get your stuff.  Hammer will
take you home."  The three of them dispersed and gathered together again with
their overnight bags.  Regina went to Crazy Joe and said, very formally, "I
had a very nice time.  Thank you!"

	"It was a pleasure having you," Joe replied, every bit as formally.
Regina looked around and, sensing that other things needed saying without her
present, headed out to the car.

	Joe turned to Robert.  "You made quite an impression."  Robert
nodded.  "Would you see Jerome again?"  Robert looked troubled.  "I already
promised to handle the other thing," Joe added, "We'll fit it in real soon.
Jerome has said he will provide, too, if you want."

	Robert pursed his lips.  "Do I have a choice?"

	Crazy Joe grunted.  He could handle it either way, but he decided to
gamble.  "Yes, boy, you have a choice."

	Robert looked at the floor for a bit and said, "I like Jerome.  Yeah,
I'll see him."

	"He'll be pleased."  Joe turned to Maria.  "Do I have to say
anything?"

	Maria smiled.  "No."  She went to him and pulled his head down so she
could kiss his cheek.  "I think we understand one another."

	"Run along, then.  I'll be sending your parents home soon."  He
looked at the floor.  "You won't like me when you see them."

	"We've talked about that," Maria reminded him.  Joe shrugged.

	"Are they hurt?" Robert asked.

	"Just rough use.  Not beaten up or anything.  But you just had Jerome
-- they had quite a few more than that, both of them, I'm told," Crazy Joe
related.

	Robert nodded.  What was there to say?  He turned and headed for the
door.

	Maria lingered for a moment.  "So tell me..."

	"Jerome was ecstatic," Joe related.  "I have no complaints.  You know
he worries about how he's going to be with girls, right?"

	"Yes."

	"He needs a girl.  I could supply one, or Jerome could -- but I don't
know if what we have would be what he needs."

	Maria thought about it.  "I'll talk to Regina.  If she isn't
interested, she may know someone."

	Joe nodded.  "Frank was impressed, too.  Regina is..."  Joe went for
something polished, then decided 'To Hell with it...'  "...Quite the little
slut."

	Maria merely nodded.  "Goodbye, Joe.  When will I see you again?"

	"I'll come to school on Monday for my daily dose."

	"Okay."  Maria turned and headed for the car.  Regina was already in
the passenger compartment; Robert sat up front with Hammer.  Once she was
inside, Hammer got in and the limo headed out the long driveway of Crazy
Joe's mansion.

	Regina was agog and wanted to tell all about it.  "Mr. Frank was
GREAT!  He was PERFECT!  I had SUCH a great time!" she bubbled.

	"So did I," Maria said quietly.

	"Tell me!  What did you do?"

	"Joe... doesn't want to just take everything," Maria related.  "It's
kind of a respect thing with him -- and maybe willpower.  But we were... very
excited, so I pushed him, some."

	"Come on..."  Regina wanted details.

	"Eventually, we got naked and I rubbed myself on him.  It was... very
nice," Maria smiled, remembering.

	"Did he cum?"

	"Yes -- a lot!  All over his chest!  I... licked it up..."  Maria
blushed.

	"Good, isn't it?" Regina giggled.

	"Uh huh."


	Up front, Hammer flicked a glance at Robert.  "You okay?'

	"Yeah."

	"Not busted, or anything?"

	"No.  He worked at it, making it good for me."

	"You were wondering before..." Hammer ventured.

	"Yeah.  I still am."

	"I'll remind the boss."

	"Thanks."


	In the back, Maria broached the subject.  "You know what Robert had
to do, right?"

	Regina nodded.  "I figure."

	"He needs to do it with a girl.  He's... scared that he won't..."

	Regina grimaced.  "I'm not really into young guys, you know?"

	"Maybe you know somebody."

	"Maybe.  I'll think about it," Regina promised.


	Regina's mother, Doris, was surprised to see a limo pull up.  "I
didn't know the Tomasellis were rich!" she exclaimed as Regina came through
the door.

	"They aren't," Regina replied.  "That car belongs to Maria's Uncle
Joe.  Maria's daddy has been out of work, I think and they've been having a
hard time.  I think he's working again, now, though."

	"Lucky him," Doris sighed.  "I might have to hang a red light out on
the porch!"  She blinked and covered her mouth.  "Forget I said that."  She
was serious, though; she was single and times were tough since the divorce --
and at least she would get some every once in a while...  The apple didn't
fall far from the tree, where Regina's interest in sex was concerned.  Doris
liked hers.  Julian had been a fair provider -- in and out of bed.

	"Oh, Momma!" Regina giggled.  "I'm going upstairs."

	"Did you have a good time?" her mother yelled after her.

	"GREAT!"


	The children having departed, Joe joined Frankowski and Jerome in the
dining room; the others had already departed.

	"Where did you FIND that little bitch!?" Frank erupted.  "She's
INCREDIBLE!  We did EVERY fucking thing last night, and she rode me like a
pogo stick again this morning!"

	Joe chuckled.  "I told you -- Maria stumbled onto her.  She's not in
my stable, or anything -- she volunteered.  I was worried that she was some
kind of plant -- but the cops just wouldn't go that far..."

	"Well, look -- I'm gonna give you some money for her -- and if you'd
ask Maria to find out if she wants to see me again..."  Frankowski counted
out five hundred dollars.

	"I'll hold this for her," Joe said, taking the money.  "I'm gonna
treat her as an independent and just take a cut for hooking her up.  I'll let
you know."

	"Fucking GREAT!  I'm outta here!  Thanks, Joe -- and I mean that!"
Frankowski swaggered out.

	Jerome swirled his coffee in the cup.  "About Bobby..."

	"Kid's name is Robert."

	"Whatever.  He's Bobby to me."

	"I gave him a choice -- and he said, yeah, he'd see you again.  But
you know his head is kind of fucked up right now," Joe told him.

	"Trouble is, I don't want to just fuck him -- I want the little shit
for a boyfriend!" Jerome grunted.

	"You won't get that until he figures out where pussy fits in his list
of priorities," Joe admonished him, adding, "And maybe not then!"

	"Twat, I can get him..." Jerome insisted.

	"Whores.  Whores are fickle -- you said so yourself," Joe reminded
him.  "The boy needs a fair test.  Closest thing I have is Michelle -- she
isn't a pro, but she jumps when I say 'frog.'  She isn't perfect, either,
unfortunately."  He sighed.  "I have to do right by the boy -- for Maria.
She's shaping up to not be just another piece of young stuff -- and I'm
already fucking over her mother and father.  Besides, I made promises..."

	"Yeah, we're a fine couple of pedophiles..." Jerome muttered.

	"Well, neither of them is eight or anything," Crazy Joe rationalized.
"I mean, the equipment works."

	"Yeah..."  Jerome grinned.  "Fuckin' Robert blew a nut that went
right over his head!"  He got up.  "I'm headed out.  Let me know when I can
see him again -- poker ain't required."

	"Right."  Crazy Joe got up, too, and headed for the carriage house to
see how his young girlfriend's parents were doing.


	Martin and Scott were the 'project managers' for the 'Tomaselli
Project,' so they were with their charges that Saturday morning.  "Rise and
shine, sluts!" Scott announced his presence at eight-thirty.

	Gina rolled over and groaned, "Thirty minutes..."

	"You can crash again at home, once we get you put back together
some," Scott replied.  "Open your mouth."

	"No weird pills..."

	"Just do it," Scott rasped.  Gina opened her mouth and Scott sprayed
something in it.  "Anesthetic throat spray," he explained.  "You, too," he
growled, shaking Tony with his other hand.

	"God..."  It was too difficult to pretend it was all a dream when you
were living with the aftermath.  Tony hurt all over, it felt like.  Gina's
face swam before him, looking pretty rough -- swollen lips, runny mascara,
semen...

	"Bath time," Martin announced.  "Let's go.  It'll help with the aches
and pains."  Martin helped Gina and Scott helped Tony stagger to a large
bathroom with multiple shower heads.  Scott shoved Tony at the shower,
announcing, "If I have to get wet holding you up under the water, I'm gonna
want a blowjob."  Tony managed to get the shower running.  Martin started
Gina's and then they stood back, watching, while the pair spent a long time
under the hot water, soaking it up and trying to wash away the previous
night.  When they were done, Scott tossed them towels.  "Don't worry too much
about getting dry -- next stop is a Jacuzzi."

	Once the pair had transitioned to the Jacuzzi, Martin came around
again with the throat spray.  The bubbling water helped a lot -- both Gina
and Tony started showing signs of life after a bit.  There were a lot of
moans and groans, but some of the worst of the aftermath was bleeding away...

	Crazy Joe came in about then and straddled a chair.  "Still alive, I
see."

	"Yeah.  They did okay, too," Scott replied.  "Wanna hear the tally?"

	"Yeah."

	Martin fished it out.  "Two thousand for the base -- that was the
first six guys or so, all the invited bikers.  Eight hundred for the
audience.  Sixteen seventy-five for the ten guys and one woman who opted in,
so the grand total comes to forty-four seventy-five, minus ten percent for
agent's fees..."

	"What?" Gina's head came up.

	"Crazy Joe is your agent.  He arranged the gig and provided support
and security and transport and made sure nobody actually broke your asses --
and he's providing this..." Scott waved at the Jacuzzi.  "You still hit four
grand.  Be happy -- he's acting as an agent, taking the standard ten percent.
If he was acting as a pimp, YOU would probably have made the four-forty!"

	"Shit..." Gina covered her face.

	"You did good," Scott insisted.  "That thing about Tony having his
balls cut and you not being on birth control REALLY dragged them in --
especially since you seemed to be getting off on the idea of being bred,
too!"  He cocked his head.  "You aren't really..."

	"Shit, shit, SHIT!!!" Gina snarled.  "I got a shot a couple of days
ago -- but I don't know when it takes effect, exactly..."

	"So you was turtle-fertile when Martin and I did you the other day?"
Scott pressed.

	"Yes."  Gina looked at Tony.  "I didn't like what the pill did to me
and my cycle, so Tony got a vasectomy..."  She rubbed her puffy face.

	Tony just sat there, head down.  It just kept getting worse...

	"And Maria?" Crazy Joe asked, poker faced.

	Gina turned and equally expressionless glance on Crazy Joe.  "She's
on the pill since..."  She shook her head -- when was it, anyway?  "Tuesday
or Wednesday."

	"Good plan," Crazy Joe approved.

	Tony opened his mouth -- and shut it.  Telling Crazy Joe that he
wasn't ever going to get into Maria's panties was counter-productive; Crazy
Joe would do it to prove otherwise, if nothing else.  Maria needed the
protection in any case.

	"You was pretty into it, too -- even thirty guys' worth," Scott
approved, eyeing Gina.  "You didn't DO thirty guys, probably, but enough of
them went back for seconds and thirds that you did thirty dicks, no doubt."

	"I can tell..." Gina groaned.

	"The old man pulled his weight, too," Scott continued.  "He fluffed
for you, quite a bit, and sucked a few to the finish and -- how many up the
ass, would you say, there, Tony?"

	"Seven."  Tony had an exact count.

	"In between, he got the living shit embarrassed out of him -- VERY
entertaining -- listening to you screaming out big cums while dancing on
strange dicks and telling everybody in earshot that he wasn't a good fuck and
that his balls were cut, so he wasn't a man anymore..."

	"Not to mention the woman, who insisted on pissing down his throat,
or the time he had to suck ten or fifteen guys' worth of cum from your money-
makers..." Martin added.

	Gina looked at Tony, who clearly couldn't raise his head to look at
anyone.  "What did I say?"

	"Well, we've covered the basics, I think," Martin said smoothly.  "I
would shove a microphone in your face and you were busy, which made me an
irritant.  You seemed to be more interested in getting rid of me than what
you might be revealing about your sex life with your spouse.  It was clearly
honest -- and regularly brutal."  Gina looked at Tony for a moment longer and
then looked away.  "But that was the purpose of the exercise, wasn't it -- to
maximize the take by being incredibly entertaining?  It certainly worked..."

	"Yeah, that's right," Crazy Joe agreed.  "I'm gonna waive my fee this
time, because the setup was Gina's idea.  You keep the four-forty.  Well, I
keep the four-forty, but you get credit for it.  It's a lot more than I
expected to see this week..."

	Gina strove to hide her pleasure over this announcement; it meant
that with some luck they might shield the children.  Again, just like Tony,
she knew better than to point this out...

	"Okay, so, the interest payment comes down quite a bit and you're
both in service -- although I don't figure we can really do another blowout
like last night, who knows?  Another couple of weeks..."  Actually, they were
a lot further ahead than they knew.  Crazy Joe totaled it up in his head --
forty-four seventy-five, plus thirty-five hundred for Maria plus the two
thousand that Jerome was happy to fork over after fucking Robert...  Shit!
Tony only owed twenty-five dollars!  That didn't count Regina -- but then,
Regina didn't count...  "Hell, maybe only one week..."  'What am I going to
do about this?'  Crazy Joe had no idea...  "Get dry and Martin and Scott will
take you home.  We'll talk, no later than Thursday."  Crazy Joe got up and
walked out.

	"Can we have a little more time?" Gina asked Martin.

	"Yeah.  Fifteen minutes or so.  It's actually not good for you in
large amounts," Martin replied.  "There is a dry sauna," he added.

	"I like those," Tony said quietly.  He was almost afraid to talk.
The previous evening had been traumatic.  He'd had his balls almost ripped
off so many times -- literally and figuratively -- that his self-confidence
was gone.

	"I'll fire it up," Martin said.  "It'll be ready when you are."  He
motioned to Scott and they left the room.  "Did you see the Boss?  He was
upset about something..."

	From behind him came a croak -- Gina's voice.  "Martin?"

	Martin waved Scott off and turned back to the Jacuzzi, "Yes?"

	"Am I going to be like this permanently?"

	Martin pursed his lips.  "The downside that you're dealing with today
reverses the effects, to some extent.  Theoretically, after enough major
blowouts, you would throttle back some -- but on the other hand, you would
tend to get used to them, so the effect of any one incident would tail off.
You'll never be the way you were -- you'll always be, umm, uninhibited.  Have
you fucked Tony since...?"

	"No."

	"His dick will work just as good as someone else's -- theoretically,
at least.  I can't answer for what you think about the idea."  There had been
something in her expression...  "From the results for a couple of our test
subjects, I'd say that you'll always have the craving, although you can
settle for one, most of the time.  You and Tony might want to take up
swinging -- or you might want to find a young buck to keep on a string --
they have fast recharge times."  Martin turned to Tony.  "Your set of horns
will probably drop to four or five points, instead of seventeen or so -- but
you'll probably always wear a rack.  She can be good for a little while, but
she'll have the craving -- and when it reaches a certain level, good
intentions won't stop her -- she'll go hunting.  You can help, or you can
look the other way -- or both."

	Tony had seen the look, and this news wasn't good either.  Things
just got worse and worse...

	"I'm going to fire up the sauna," Martin announced, turning away and
pointedly leaving the couple alone.

	Tony sat there, waiting Gina out -- it didn't take long.  "You gave
them away," Gina said, quietly.  "My pussy, my mouth -- even my ass.  Or
maybe you sold them -- I don't know.  They aren't yours, anymore.  They're
mine -- and Crazy Joe's, I guess.  I don't see you using them for a while --
you passed up your chance, more or less.  Maybe I'll change my mind, but..."
She pursed her lips, thinking about it.  "You're going to have to earn it.
Frankly, I don't know if it is possible."  She sat for a bit in the bubbles.
"You know, you weren't too impressive last night -- I remember seeing you
crying like a baby at one point.  I didn't cry..."

	"You weren't kicked in the balls!" Tony erupted.

	Gina shrugged.  "You know you earned it.  You earned more than that,
actually.  At some point, I might change my mind, but for now, this is about
our children.  I'm sure you weren't happy about stuff I said and stuff I did
last night, and you're probably sore about how I ringed you into that scene
without warning you.  But the point was to get ahead, so Maria and Robert
don't pay for your folly, too -- and you deserved everything you got!"

	The problem was that she was right -- and they both knew it.  Tony
couldn't argue the point.  Good intentions or no, he had delivered them into
Hell.  Since he and Gina had already arrived, the only thing they could do
was try to limit the damage.  Tony faced the fact that his marriage was
probably over -- only time would tell.  It would certainly never be the
same...  "I'm going to try the sauna," he announced, changing the subject.

	Gina let him.  "Maybe I'll come, too, in a minute or so.  I want to
soak until the timer stops."

	"Okay."  Tony got out of the tub, dripping, and headed off.  Martin
met him at the doorway and gave him directions, then entered the room.  Gina
just looked at him.

	"You know, he did it for a reason," Martin ventured.

	"Yeah.  One day I may forgive him because of that," Gina said
hoarsely.

	"He took a lot of shit last night -- and he wasn't... insulated...
the way you were."

	"I can't get excited about it."

	"I'm not saying getting fucked in the ass isn't a violation for you,
but with a guy..." Martin ventured.

	"Why are you trying to fix things at this late date?" Gina snarled.

	Martin pursed his lips.  "You may need each other."  He'd had a short
interview with Crazy Joe about where things really stood -- and why.  Things
could get seriously ugly...

	The timer went off and the bubbles stopped.  Gina stood in the tub.
"Would you hand me a towel?" Gina asked.  Martin did so.  "Do you want
anything?"  Her implication was clear.

	"I don't think so," Martin muttered.

	"Scott wanted some ass -- did he get any last night?"

	"I don't think so -- but I'm sure he would rather get it after you
heal a bit," Martin assured her.

	"I imagine you two get it for free..."

	"True."

	"Whatever.  Where is the sauna?"

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