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And they'll probably kill him anyway. M/F, humil, oral, anal, b&d You Bet Your Wife He was a grouch, but he wasn't Groucho Marx or Oscar the Grouch for that matter. He was a mean looking sucker that looked like his I.Q. could be summed up in a single digit. He was the assurance that there would be no funny business. Vinny knew that he worked for a ruthless, powerful man, but he didn't know he was twisted. His balls had shrunk into peas when he realized Mr. Big was onto his skimming. He was expecting two in the back of the head, fuhgedaboudit. Instead he was sweating freely in a kitchen chair that had been placed in the middle of Mr. Big's living room. He was learning a lot of interesting things about the way it worked. First off, Mr. Big knew to the penny how much he was short. That was $47,365.45 Vinny owed him. That was his kid's allowance for a week, but Vinny knew it was the bad example that concerned Mr. Big. It wasn't good business to have his thieves stealing from him. Secondly, he had a devil's deal to offer Vinny. That was why Vivian was sitting in the overstuffed chair on the other end of the couch from Mr. Big's chair. He was willing to take her as collateral against whatever game Vinny wanted to choose and try and win his debt back. Vinny knew it was a sucker game, but Mr. Big wasn't presenting it as an option. Vinny was going to play, and if he was impossibly lucky he could clear up the whole incident with the boss. Otherwise Vivian was going to pay the price. She knew the score. Mr. Big put it to her while Vinny sweated in the chair. She realized she could ultimately become his property. She knew she could be called on to perform any act Mr. Big demanded if the game went bad for Vinny. She was assured he meant anything. She was told the option was to watch Bruno shoot Vinny in the head. He was frighteningly vague about what happened to her in that case. Vinny himself wasn't sure which he preferred. He knew that the claws would never get out of him in either case. He learned about his wife when she looked Mr. Big straight in the eye and said she'd stand up for Vinny. He chose poker because he reasoned that the games would last longer and delay the ultimate disposition the for the longest possible time. It was a small victory if it was a victory at all. He and Mr. Big just swung back and forth on bigger pots that way. It took some time, but the toll on Vivian was huge. Mr. Big began by letting Vinny slide on a raise to throw a piece of Vivian's clothing into the pot. It was strip poker with only one loser, Vivian. She was a fiery dark-haired beauty, but she knew when to stand up and when to put up and shut up. It wasn't making Vinny's mood any lighter to watch as the cunning man worked at his plan one garment at a time. He knew there was a trick coming and Mr. Big knew he knew. Vinny sensed that uncertainty was also a part of the evil man's plan. "I raise you 10 G's against her pretty red panties," Mr. Big finally said. Vinny had won back nearly $30,000 of his debt and that pot would bring him close to having won it all. The panties were also the only clothes Vivian had left. It was a typically tempting devil's deal to call the bet. Mr. B had brought him to the edge of hope. He looked at the two pair of face cards in his hand. Mr. B had given no indication he had a pat hand. He could beat most other hands of two pair, but that was far from a solid hand. But what choice did he have? He was so close, he had to stay to see Mr. B's hand. Three threes. Vivian stood up and slipped the wager off her hips and walked over to drop them in the middle of the table. Mr. Big picked them up and held them to his nose. He smiled like the smell was nitrous oxide and had made him giddy. Vinny was back to needing to win almost $30,000 again. He felt like a pawn for his boss to use against his own wife. He knew it wouldn't end with the clothes. Maybe taking the bullet would have been better for both of them. Mr. Big shifted ominously in his chair. Vinny could smell it coming. It had been inevitable at the start. "You're a smart kid, I bet you even know what I'm going to say," Mr. B started, "And for sure you know the only chance is to agree. So let me cut your wait short. Five grand on your pile- straight up- if she gets down under the table and blows me while I play." It was just like the rest of the set-up. It sounded generous, but it was really nothing. Five grand, not even staked on a hand, just cash for services rendered. It was just about enough to make it worth it. That was the lure. Of course it was just more on the pile for Vinny to lose. It still boiled down to the slim chance Mr. Big would let him off the hook. The demonic part was having to play it to the end to find out. Vinny looked at Vivian. Involving her was the humiliating part. She was probably going through this for nothing. It was most likely that Vinny would get shot anyway after Mr. Big had dragged them both through the gutter long enough. Vivian nodded slightly in assent. Mr. Big didn't wait for Vinny. At her nod, he reached over and dropped the $5,000 on Vinny's pile. He didn't have to say a word and Vivian pushed herself up out of the chair and got down to crawl under the table. At least she was quiet about it. Vinny only had to watch the looks of contentment pass over Mr. B's face. On the good side, he wasn't as sharp at watching his cards while Vivian was under the table, but neither was Vinny. Vinny was thinking of how good Vivian was making Mr. Big's Cock feel. She was a student of blow jobs and he knew Mr. B was Getting a sucking he'd remember. He tried to make Vivian's sacrifice worth it by making up some hands, but he kept seeing her head bobbing in the old man's lap in his mind. He won a couple of small pots. Mr. Big was distracted from betting too. Vinny had to shake his distraction. Vivian was making the sacrifice and he should be doing his best to make it pay off. He held three nines and saw the chance to make some headway. He eased Mr. Big up, trying to play it like some macho thing on his part. He got up another three grand on the hand and Mr. Big looked sore. "You- down there- ease up, I can't think," he told Vivian and his hand moved under the table. Vivian obviously had eased up on him because Mr. Big was playing smarter. He folded twice without a draw and then bet cautiously, letting Vinny make his play. It was back and forth, but a couple of big hands put Vinny on the way and soon he was back up by $20,000. Mr. Big wasn't thinking about cards again. From the way he was rocking on his chair, Vinny knew Vivian was going for the gold. He could see her dark head flying up and down on Mr. Big's cock under the table. He had watched her work on him enough times, he knew just what was happening down there. He won once and then Mr. Big suddenly threw his cards on the table and groaned real loud. He was holding a full house. More importantly to Vinny, he was filling his wife's mouth with his criminal seed. Vinny wasn't going to bet anymore against the pat hand and Mr. Big raked back about $750 with a grin. Vinny wasn't sure if it was just the blow job, or if the win also had something to do with it. Either way, he was mad now. It was stupid, he knew. He tried to keep it under control and think harder about what he was doing. The odds on the cards weren't all he was calculating as they played on. Mr. Big had humiliated them both- sent the message. Vivian had blown him while Vinny knew what was going on. And knowing how great Vivian sucked cock, Vinny was hoping for a miracle. Maybe that was enough for Mr. Big. It was a slim chance, but none was the other option. Vinny played on keeping his one chance in mind. He got back over $30,000, but the tension was ripping him apart. And Mr. Big was starting to look hungry as he stared at Vivian. He wanted to get this thing done to see if he could beat the odds. "Why don't we take a break after this game," Vinny suggested, "And just to make it interesting, why don't we say Vivian is in this pot. On top of the money, we'll have a side bet. If I win, Vivian gets her bra and panties back. If you win, you spend the break slipping her the salami." "I like big balls," Mr. Big said, "You sit here playing for your life and your wife and you want to make side bets. It's my game. I say what the bets are. But I like big balls- maybe I'll have yours mounted on my wall." It was the best thing he could have said. Vinny knew what the game was. Mr. Big putting him in his place was part of it. Now that he'd done that and not had the goon break his neck, Vinny was optimistic. Mr. Big went for the bet. It was time for the big play. Mr. Big might be a little greedy with the thought of balling Vivian in the back of his head. He was a smart card player and he wouldn't have that much hesitation backing a good hand anyway. Vinny was going to go for it. He was going to cold deck the bastard. Being exactly, perfectly normal was the key. He'd be able to sweat as the pot grew. That was natural. Vinny spread his hand. Eight, 7, 6, 5, queen greeted him. Mr. Big was looking and three jacks, a five and a ten. "How many?" he asked. "Two," came the predictable response. Vinny breathed easier. The last hurdle was clear. Mr. Big's second card was a four, just in case, but it played so much better when he drew like a normal player. It was a comforting indication that he suspected nothing. Vinny threw in the queen and dealt himself the nine. Straight to the nine- beats three of a kind. The collision of good hands should get the $15,000 he needed into the pot. Mr. Big only went $10,000 of his own before he called and wanted to see Vinny's cards. Vinny would have maybe $42,000 and change when he raked this one in. Vivian would have some clothes on and he liked his chances to win the rest. It wasn't what he wanted, but it would have to do. "Straight to the nine," Vinny said as he lay down his cards. "Fucking idiot in the side pocket," Mr. Big said cryptically. "I give you an even chance and you have to fuck that up too. How am I going to trust you when you pull shit like this?" Vinny didn't like the sound of that. He liked jacks over queens full even less as Mr. Big laid out the winning hand. They both said he was dead meat. He was supposed to have three jacks, a trey and a four. Someone had restacked the cold deck. Mr. Big knew. He had the sense to shut up and let Mr. Big tell him what was going to happen now. "Now we're going to shuffle these cards this time and we each take five cards for this pot," Mr. Big said. "Then I'm going to fuck your wife." There had to be more than that. It was like saying no harm, no foul. Mr. Big wasn't that nice to cheaters. Mr. Big had a king high to Vinny's garbage and watching another $10,000 leave his side of the table didn't make Vinny feel better. The best thing was that he was going to live long enough to see Mr. Big put the blocks to his wife. Like that was any consolation. "Since you've proven yourself so trustworthy, I'm having Bruno tie you to that chair," Mr. Big said as they moved the group into his bedroom. Tough as she was, Vivian begged like a child when Mr. Big had Bruno tie her to the bed. Vinny had never seen her crack like that. But if there was a time to crack, this was it. He was capable of anything and now Vivian was unable to protect herself. "She thinks just because I tie her up, I'm gonna hurt her or something," Mr. Big sounded hurt. "Hey babe, you are one hot piece and I wouldn't want to hurt you for the world. In fact, I got something nice in mind for you." He was in no hurry as he stroked Vivian's bound body. Then he slipped his hand down and pushed his finger in her cunt. "Damn, she is tight," he said to no one in particular, "But I don't think she's ready to play with me yet." Vinny couldn't tell Vivian's mental state. She looked like she was struggling to relax, if that's possible. He imagined she was on the edge of panic as Mr. Big drew out her bondage. Then he came back with a vibrator and used that to fuck Vivian. He wasn't hurting her, but Vivian didn't look like she was having a good time. Bearable was probably the word. Then Mr. Big turned on the buzz and Vivian squirmed like a snake was trying to crawl up inside her snatch. "Now you got good muscles, don't you? You got one of them snapping turtle pussies, don't you?" he was asking as Vivian jumped around on the buzzing toy. "So I want you to hold this in while I watch you. You let it fall out and I'll give you something in a tighter hole." Now Vinny knew why he had bothered to lube the vibrator before fucking Vivian with it. The greasy thing would be harder to keep in. Vinny didn't want to watch her writhe to try and keep the buzzing monster inside herself, but he was getting a hard-on. He was a bastard. He knew that, but Vivian was hot as she fucked the imaginary man using the plastic dick. She was desperate trying to suck the vibe farther inside. She was desperate trying to push the base against the bed to help her. She was desperate as the buzzing toy took its toll on her composure. It was vibrating her clit and it was very hard to concentrate. Vinny couldn't help being horny. Since the vibrator couldn't feel for itself, Vinny was feeling what Vivian's cunt was doing to the fake cock. And he was ashamed of himself for being aroused instead of outraged that his wife was being used in that way. All in all, that was better than what Vivian was enduring. She would squeeze it hard, Vivian was thinking. She would suck it right up into her guts and it would never slip out. She couldn't hold off her orgasm forever. The damn thing never gave her a rest. It buzzed and buzzed and she couldn't help the feelings it gave her. Only it was like her worst fear. She came and the contractions didn't pull the vibrator inside her. She wailed as she felt herself lose it and tried to halt the overpowering waves that washed over her. She delayed it perhaps a second and a half by her efforts. "Ooops, I guess I know someone that wants to feel fuller," Mr. Big said. Mr. Big was going to fuck his wife in the ass while he watched. Vinny wasn't aroused anymore. He was getting slapped around and Mr. Big wasn't touching him. It was Vivian that was going to feel the pain and he was only going to share her helplessness and humiliation. They took their time making sure Vivian was positioned before they tied her up. She was bent over a pile of bolsters and they bound her wrists to her knees. It was a convenient way to get her butt in the air and keep it that way. "Now you must know that the wider you spread, the easier it will be," he said as he rubbed lube on her anus. "But make it as hard on yourself as you want. We've left you that freedom." It was one of the times to put out rather than stand up, but that didn't make any easier on Vinny as he watched Vivian pull her legs wide open and try to open her ass for Mr. Big. It was a smart move, but it wasn't a sight Vinny wanted to see. He was going to like watching Mr. Big bone her even less. He had to watch. He knew if he looked away, Mr. Big would have Bruno force his head back to watch and then make it harder on Vivian. Now he knew the bullet was the better choice. "You know what it's like back here, don't you?" Mr. Big asked Vinny, "Tell me how it's going to feel when I stick my cock up her ass." "She's tight. And it's warm," Vinny answered grudgingly. The son of a bitch knew just what he was doing. He wanted to dig it in a little more that he was fucking Vinny's wife. The words didn't come out hard. Vinny was too focused on the hard cock poised at Vivian's back door. Talking was nothing compared to watching that cock spear his wife's asshole. They both were braced for Mr. Big to ram his cock to the hilt in Vivian's captive ass. Instead, he forced the head in and paused. He grinned back at Vinny. He wasn't done teaching him a lesson. "They like it when you wait a bit for them to get used to it," he said to Vinny. Vivian was squirming again to get used to it. It was the smart play, but it was hard on Vinny to watch her try to relax so Mr. Big could fuck her ass. He had to try and see her side of it. Vivian had no side. There was a big thing trying to get in her ass and the only way the feeling that she was being ripped open was going to go away was for her to stop fighting. It wasn't an option. It was a necessity. She could ponder the humiliation later. She had to let him in because she would only be hurting herself to keep fighting. Mr. Big eased his cock into her ass. He moved it out slowly and then back in at the same pace. Vivian was surprised by his gentleness. Then he jammed her hard and Vivian braced for more. But he went back to the easy fuck. "She takes it real good. You must fuck her in the ass all the time," Mr. Big said to Vinny. "And you're right, she is tight and hot back here." He wasn't done fucking with either of them, Vinny knew. Mr. Big was having a great time fucking Vivian's butt while Vinny watched. He was going to keep playing with them for a while. Just when Vinny decided he was in for a long show, Mr. Big jammed his cock into Vivian's ass and kept on jamming it. She tried not to cry out, but she couldn't stop the grunts as Mr. Big slapped loudly on her ass, driving his cock deep inside her. He leaned over the bound woman and let his weight come down on her butt. The smacking sound stopped as he fucked her with the last inch of his cock and rode her butt. Vivian couldn't help the moan that escaped as he rooted deep in her bowels. Vinny could tell by the way his ass hopped that Mr. Big was filling his wife with jizm. At least this was nearly over and they could move on to killing him. Mr. Big rested a moment with his cock to the hilt in Vivian's ass and then moved back. Vivian's asshole was a gaping cave between her buttocks. "Now she looks like she's ready to be stuffed," Mr. Big said, staring at the distended asshole. "You're going to have to untie me before I can do anything about it," Vinny smarted off, stinging still from the display. "I've seen you in the club," Mr. Big scoffed, "You ain't got the equipment for this." "I thought we were playing cards." Vinny made an effort to de-rail whatever plan Mr. Big had in mind. "Good point," he said, "And I took this break to fuck your wife. But she still owes me for dropping the vibrator. Trust me. She'll be glad I fucked her first when she sees Thomas." It was like an introduction. Thomas came in the room wearing a T- shirt and nothing else. There must have been entertainment in the other room because his cock swung hard in front of him. His cock was huge. Obviously, Mr. Big had looked for the biggest, blackest dick he could find and Thomas had it. "She dropped the dildo," Mr. Big told Thomas, "See if she can get a better grip on your black snake." "Come on, what's your beef with Vivian?" Vinny piped up. "She didn't have anything to do with ripping you off." "But she said she'd stand up for you," Mr. Big said and then an evil grin came over his face. "But maybe you'd like to return the favor? Maybe you'd like to stand up for her this time? Somebody's going to get that cock. You want it to be you or her?" Want to had nothing to do with it. Vinny looked at that big black foot-long. He might as well be dead as let this guy butt-fuck him. Not only would the pain be unbelievable, but his reputation would be destroyed. Nobody had any respect for a guy that took it in the ass. The disgrace would be worse than being dead. But the way Mr. Big put it, he would be dead with Vivian if he said- OK fuck her, not me. It was a no win situation. Vinny had to choose which way he wanted to lose. "Me," Vinny choked out the word. "Let her go and I'll take her place." "What a stand up guy," Mr. Big teased him, "If you'd been that loyal to me, neither of you would be having this problem. But you can relax your sphincter. You're off the hook. I want to see her get it." He nodded to Thomas. Thomas flashed a stereotypical grin of white teeth and climbed on the bed. Vinny couldn't tell if Vivian knew what was coming. He guessed she'd be finding out soon enough. The first six inches went in easy, stretching the loose hole only a little. Then Thomas met resistance as he bored deeper. ""Oh Christ! Please! What are you fucking me with!?" Vivian screamed into bedclothes. Vinny felt her pain. Half the black stalk was still pointed at her ass. He couldn't imagine how it would feel when it was all crammed into her rectum. He watched with a mixture of horror and excitement as the big black dick disappeared into his wife's ass. "No! No more!" Vivian begged as Thomas went deeper. But he gave her more- two thirds, three quarters, and then it was all the way in Vivian's butt and she was giving out bursts of gibberish. "Now fuck the bitch," Mr. Big said with his eyes wide, "I want to see her take it." Thomas didn't mess around with pulling his cock all the way back and fucking Vivian. Half his cock was more than enough to make Vivian scream as he fucked her. The poor woman never got any relief from the fullness of being stuffed with hard meat. When Thomas pulled back, he left as much cock in her as Mr. Big had rammed in her at his most ardent. Then he pushed forward and Vivian had more cock than her mind or her ass could absorb. Thomas didn't care. He had a job to do and it seemed the more wounded Vivian sounded, the greater his urge to close in for the kill. Mr. Big shared the enthusiasm for watching Vivian take the impossibly huge hunk of cock. Vinny watched in horror. The excitement had died with a sickening feeling as he saw the reality of his wife stuffed with the huge pecker. It was an amazing sight, but Vinny was sympathizing with Vivian’s pain as she took more cock than two women were designed for. "Look at that bitch take it!" Mr. Big gloated. "You think there was that much room in her ass? I bet she won't be so tight now!" Thomas looked like he loved his work. His black butt shifted around each time he slammed the rest of his cock into Vivian, sending it in her ass at strange angles that made her howl. He seemed dedicated to making as hard on her as he could. He proved Vinny's assumption when he wanted to cum. Thomas pulled his huge cock out of Vivian's ass and slapped her on the rear. Then he popped the head back in her asshole. "Squeeze down, bitch! Squeeze down or I'll ram it back in until you learn how," Thomas threatened her. Then he proceeded to fuck her asshole head-deep. As he energetically took his shallow strokes, his cock would come out of her grip from time to time with a pop followed by Vivian's yip as the cock popped back into her asshole on the return thrust. He seemed to fuck her that way forever before lunging forward and beginning to shake. It was a six-inch cum as Thomas started with a modest penetration of Vivian's ass and then slid the rest of the way in as he groaned and shot out his cum into her guts. "Don't you just love to see 'em have a good time," Mr. Big taunted Vinny. It was a little late for that kind of teasing. It wasn't pleasant watching, but Vinny was more concerned with Vivian's well-being than his standing right now. She was sobbing and moaning like a whore beat with a coat hanger and there was still nothing he could do to help her. "Stick a rag up her ass so she doesn't get shit on the sofa and bring her in the other room," Mr. Big said to Bruno. "We've still got a card game to finish," he said to Vinny. Vivian looked very uncomfortable sitting as Vinny and Mr. Big took up their places at the table. Vinny found himself wondering if her asshole was still open enough to take a Coke bottle or if she had closed down yet. It was a shitty thing to think, but it was nothing personal. Vinny had never seen anyone so abused and he was curious about how those things went. He was real sorry for Vivian, he just wondered. "You still got a long way to go," Mr. Big said and brought Vinny's thoughts back to the table. "You know what?" "What?" Vinny asked obediently. "This poker thing is taking a long time," he started, "I'd like to work out a new deal with you." Mr. Big was dangerous again. He could be bored with humiliating Vinny and want to end it, or he could finally be getting to the point. Then again, he could just be fucking with Vinny some more. "What's the deal?" Vinny asked cautiously. "I take your pile there and your women and we call it even," he said, "You disappear and I never hear of you again. That a deal?" It was a good deal. Vinny escapes with his life and gets to start over. He thought about if for a minute. But he'd have to abandon a woman that had already sacrificed a lot for him. It would be nice to say that he was too loyal to Vivian. That was part of it, but he realized he'd have to change his whole life. Not having Mr. Big hear of him meant he was out of the families for good. He'd have to find a real job like all the other schmucks. "I don't like that," Vinny said, "I'd rather do whatever I've got to do to square this with you." "Even take a bullet?" Mr. Big threatened. "I've thought several times that I should have taken the bullet rather than watch what I've had to watch," Vinny said, "I'd be stupid to let that all be for nothing." "Stupid isn't beyond you, Vinny," he reminded him. "Which reminds me. You tried to cheat me on that last hand. I think you're going to pay for that now." More precisely, Vivian paid for that. Her expression was empty as Bruno walked over and pulled down his zipper in front of her. She took out his cock obediently and paid Vinny's debt by sucking off the bodyguard while Vinny played another hand. Vinny began to believe he deserved his penance. He had done a dumb thing. Thinking he could cheat Mr. Big was stupid. He owed the man. After the next series of hands, he owed him almost the whole $47,365.45 again. His mind was wandering. He kept looking at Vivian and imagining how she felt after taking a thick foot of dick in her ass. He kept seeing Thomas' dick disappearing between her cheeks. He couldn't help it. It was an amazing sight and it was hot. "Your mind seems to be elsewhere," Mr. Big said. "Perhaps we should take a break and have you tell us what's on your mind." Vinny didn't want the attention. He didn't think he should tell Mr. Big the real reason he was distracted, but he couldn't think of a good enough lie. He didn't want to get tripped up. "I can't believe she took that whole dick," Vinny blurted out. "Quite a sight, isn't it?" Mr. Big smirked. "I mean fucking impossible, but there it was," Vinny said. "Kind of makes you see her in a new light, eh?" Mr. Big prompted. "Hell, yeah," Vinny said. "A real nice piece, just like some of the others," he said. "No man," Vinny corrected, "I can't believe she's going through this for me after some of the things I've done. Makes me want to cry and shit." "You sentimental little suck-ass loser!" Mr. Big was suddenly set off, "You lose. I'm taking back all your money. But you deserve something for being a pussy. Tell you what, I'll let your woman suck you off." Vinny’s ankles were still tied to the chair. Bruno gathered in his arms and tied them behind him around the chair. Vivian crawled down off the couch and began to open his pants. When she got his cock out, Mr. Big told Vinny-: the rest of the story. "Now suck him real good because I want his last thought to be pleasant," Mr. Big told Vivian. "I've decided to let you cum one last time," Mr. Big told Vinny. "When you shoot off, Bruno shoots off. Bye, Vinny." It had all been a rotten joke. Mr. Big was going to keep Vivian and put Vinny out for the garbage in nine pieces. The only thing he could do about it was make his last blow-job last as long as he could. Bruno was helping that. The cold barrel against Vinny’s head gave Vinny a big distraction. It took even Vivian's talented tongue longer than usual to make his cock stiffen into hardness. Then the struggle began. Even dying retreated into the background as his cock disappeared into Vivian's mouth. She had the knack of making it feel like his whole cock was in her mouth when she slid her lips down his shaft. She made her mouth a playground for his cock and her tongue. It felt like her tongue was not rooted in her mouth as it curled around his cock while she sucked. The gun at his head couldn't compete with the magic Vivian was performing in Vinny’s crotch. It felt so good. She retreated and made her tongue circle the head of his cock like a car wash brush made of flesh. Vinny was into nothing but the feel of her blow-job. He was reminded of the fatal conclusion awaiting him when Vivian started to fuck his cock with her mouth. He was helpless to do anything but strain to hold back as her lips went up and down on his cock faster and faster. Vivian began to suck as she bobbed on his cock. It was deviously pleasant torture. Ordinarily he would be arching up at her mouth, about to unload his balls into her greedy cum-sucking mouth. Given his situation, he was doing everything he could to fight the pleasure. She stopped for a moment and let her fingers trail over his balls like spiders while her tongue lashed back and forth under his cock in her mouth. It broke his concentration. Then she began in mid-bob to suck again and her hand close firmly on his balls. Here I go, Vinny thought with a gasp. He scrunched his eyes tight as he felt his balls twitch and the burn of his cum charging up his cock. He braced for the bullet as he heard Vivian gulp as she swallowed the cum spurting from his cock. He jumped when he heard the click. Then he heard laughter. Ha had to admit that there probably was a funny look on his face as he braced to die. He opened his eyes and even Vivian was laughing at him, his cum seeping out the corner of her mouth. "Very good, my boy," Mr. Big gasped as he tried to control his mirth, "Except that I can't trust you, I see you can be trusted." "Huh?" Vinny was clueless. "It was a test, stupid," Vivian told him. Now Vinny was getting mad. "Come on, Vinny, you know I couldn't trust you to tell the truth unless you thought you were going to die," Mr. Big said, "I had to arrange something to see what is really in your heart." "Then you're not going to kill me?" Vinny asked. Mr. Big shook his head, smiling. "Do I go back to making collections?" Vinny asked. Mr. Big shook his head again. "I'm afraid you screwed that up," he said, "I'll put you on a crew and you'll do what your captain says." At least he was alive and he wouldn't have to look over his shoulder for the rest of his short life. That left Vivian. Would she stick with a bottom-feeder? She was used to the things he could give her before. "What about you?" Vinny asked her, "You still want a soldier?" "I'm going to stick closer to you than ever before," she promised. It hadn't been pleasant to think he was going to die, but it struck Vinny that Vivian was the one badly used. She should get something for that. "What about her?" Vinny challenged Mr. Big, "None of this was her fault. All she did was be loyal. What are you going to give her for doing all that stuff she did?" "You mean taking that nasty big black cock in the ass?" Mr. Big snickered, "Blowing everybody and fucking me? Don't you think that's its own reward?" "You're an asshole!" Vinny accused. He didn't care if he got shot. That was no way to treat family. He didn't care who knew it. "Oh shut up," Vivian said. She stood up and loomed over Vinny in the chair. "You want to know how it felt to get that big black rod up my ass?" she paused, "Just as nice as the first time Tony let me fuck him." Vinny was shocked. "Yes, Vinny, while you were hatching plans I was letting Thomas bury that bone in my ass," Vivian said. "And it's not the first time Tony has boned me either." "Who do you think told me you were skimming?" Mr. Big asked. "How did I know to the penny?" Vinny was blindsided. He looked up with hurt eyes. "Don't give me that look," Vivian scowled. "Like I hurt you. You see what your stupid little scams got you? You see what they would have got me if I wasn't smarter than you? My Vinny. You were moving up. Tony had his eye on you. He still thinks you're good. That's the only reason that gun wasn't loaded. And you throw it away. Your chances- my chances. You think I hurt you?" Vinny thought she was going to spit on him. Here he thought she was a stand-up broad. He guessed she was- for Tony. "She came up with the solution for me," Mr. Big said, "Meet your new captain. Vivian assures me she can keep you in line." "I work for her?" Vinny was shocked. "It couldn't work out better," Mr. Big said. "I wish you hadn't tried to be smart, but I think Vivian will be a better boss than you were and I'm glad I don't have to kill you. You know I've always liked you. You've always had potential. I just wish I could trust you." "You can trust me- it was an error in judgment, it won't ever happen again," Vinny promised. Tony laughed. Vinny remembered trying to cold deck Tony when he was playing for his life. "And if it does, I'll cut your cock off and watch you bleed to death," Vivian warned. "I'm not going to let you mess up my chances." Vinny knew she would. Worse, or better, he wouldn't get anything past Vivian. Worse because his balls depended on never making the smallest slip. He knew she could. Now he knew she would. Better because Mr. Big knew it too and didn't have to kill him. ###