Gambles

By Pueros

(for Erik)

(Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.A., present time)

The father of Warren and Calvin had a peculiar fascination for two U.S. Republican Presidents of the 1920s, a pair renowned for ineptitude. One, until his early death in office, had presided over one of the most corrupt administrations the country had ever experienced and the other had been famous for doing nothing, a lack of action that had caused his successor from the same party to experience the Wall Street Crash. The party’s economic philosophy had hindered the otherwise very capable successor from rectifying the immense hardships that then befell the nation, leading to the assumption of power by the Democrats, whose great leader was to serve almost four terms in the White House.

16 years old Warren and 14 years old Calvin, Cal for short, hated the names that their father had insisted upon but that was not why the brothers had turned to crime. The mother of the pretty brown-haired hazel-eyed teenagers had died giving birth to the younger sibling and they had then largely been left by their remaining parent in the care of an elderly neighbour. This woman had died when the boys were only 7 and 5 years of age respectively and the youngsters primarily had to fetch for themselves from then on, their father having turned to the bottle for comfort, his constant insobriety making him prone to sudden violent tempers.

Warren and Calvin had suffered many vicious beatings from the man over the years, causing the penniless brothers to spend as much time as possible on the streets of their deprived East Coast inner city, invariably together. They turned to minor non-violent theft to survive and, despite being collared by the Police a few times during the early years, became quite adept at the practice, suffering nothing more than a few reprimands.

The day eventually came when Warren was a match for his alcohol-befuddled father and one nasty row led to the then 15 years old giving his parent a severe thrashing. The battered man told his older son to leave or he would call the Police and charge him with assault. The teenager therefore quickly packed his few sad possessions in a bag and did so. His brother accompanied him.

Warren and Cal drifted around the country for a while, hitching lifts or stowing on freight trains and sleeping rough when they had no money, taking Greyhound buses and living in dowdy motel rooms when they did. During their journeys, the older boy pretended to be 18, helped by stolen IDs, to avoid awkward questions, and they shoplifted and picked pockets to survive.

Warren and Cal eventually turned up in Las Vegas, where they found the pick-pocketing opportunities enormous. The brothers invariably worked as a duo, with one, usually the younger, causing a distraction whilst the other actually perpetrated the theft. The rich takings had enabled them to obtain a better class motel room than before, albeit out-of-town, and to eat and dress well for the first time in their young lives. However, after some days of joyous self-indulgence, funds were again running low and so further theft was needed to continue their unprecedented well-being.

It was a hot cloudless day and Warren and Cal positioned themselves outside one of the biggest and best hotel, entertainment and gambling complexes in Las Vegas, looking out for potential victims. It was the former who saw the man first, a swarthy but very well-dressed executive-type, whose expensive suit displayed a bulge on his right chest, suggesting a fat wallet in the inside pocket. The 16 years old therefore indicated the target, actually surnamed Franscetti, to the 14 years old and the two teenagers closed in on him, through the busy crowd, from opposite directions.

Cal accidentally on purpose tripped, making him fall and collide into the shocked man, who stumbled backwards into Warren. However, the threesome did not end up on the floor and no hurt was caused. Mutual apologies were issued before the trio smiled, brushed themselves down and went on their separate ways, the executive not noticing the physical likeness between the two teenagers. The whole incident occupied less than 30 seconds but the wallet had now been transferred from the target into the boys’ possession. Mr. Franscetti, who liked to illustrate his importance, if only to himself, by carrying around a large amount of money, despite little need to use it because of his occupation, did not immediately appreciate his loss.

Warren and Cal returned to their motel room to check out the contents of the wallet and, as soon as they opened it, they realised that their selection gamble had hit the jackpot. There was almost $20,000 in various high denomination notes, plus a few small documents and much plastic. The older brother, as he was happily examining the latter, spotted a card that seemed different from the others, apparently used for security and not for credit or debit. The 16 years old pondered the piece of plastic for a while and then suddenly identified the item as a swipe card for gaining access to somewhere. He also thought that he knew where that somewhere would be.

Warren looked at the documents, one of which gave the target’s name and home address. The 16 years old, appreciating the obvious wealth of Mr. Franscetti and recognising that such an opportunity might not arise again, therefore decided to take the gamble of burgling the man’s home. The teenager hoped to gain easy access with the swipe card and be away before the pickpocket victim discovered the loss of his wallet and connected it to potential danger for his domestic property. The older brother would use Cal as his lookout.

An hour later, the brothers were outside Mr. Franscetti’s vast mansion, located in Las Vegas’ most affluent suburb and surrounded by a high wall. The teenagers approached the tall ornate iron gate and peered through the black rails at the immense, well-manicured, grounds on the other side, with the house in the distance. On either side of the long driveway, there were neatly trimmed lawns interspersed with flowerbeds, containing splendid colourful blooms, and some trees and bushes. However, all also seemed quiet, with no-one apparently about. This seemed to be confirmed when Warren used the binoculars he had stolen from a store on the way here to check the scene, noticing as he did so that the garage, whose door was ajar revealing room for several cars, was devoid of vehicles. He therefore decided to gamble by going inside and tested the swipe card on the machine that operated the gate, which immediately opened.

Leaving Cal at the gate as lookout, the pair able to communicate with each other using stolen mobile phones, Warren then ran down the drive. He had assumed that there might be people around, especially servants, but gambled on trying to avoid them. The teenager eventually arrived, apparently undetected at the door of the mansion, and saw that again access seemed to be through use of a swipe card. The 16 years old was about to see if the one in his possession worked at this entrance too when he heard a loud splash, seemingly emanating from the other side of the house.

Warren’s first instinct was to retreat but then greed, now allied to curiosity, tempted him to creep around the outside of the mansion to find the reason for the noise. This became apparent soon enough when part of a large outdoor swimming pool, located at the secluded rear of the house, came into view. The teenager carefully kept close to the wall of the property, cautiously peering inside any windows that he passed to make sure that internal rooms were empty of people, until he came to the corner and glanced around.

Warren’s cock, under his briefs and jeans, immediately hardened at the sight that befell his eyes for he observed a beautiful girl, about his own age, swimming casually and naked in the glistening clear water. The young male teenager was bewitched by the magnificent sight, which he could not prevent himself from ogling until the equally young female emerged from the pool and started to dry her immaculate nude form. By this time, the 16 years old’s penis was throbbing through intense unparalleled desire.

Despite their outward façade of mature worldliness, Warren and Cal had always been shy of girls, a reticence that was probably a product of their terrible upbringing, and accordingly were still virgin. However, their desire for female companionship had become intense of late, particularly for the older sibling, as unrequited teenage hormones flowed through their bodies. The 16 years old was especially bored with having to use his hand to gain sexual release and he suddenly realised, whilst watching the girl dry herself, that this might be the ideal opportunity to become fully acquainted with the female form.

Warren knew that forcing himself on the girl was wrong but the sight of her impeccably lithe body, lightly tanned all over, with cute breasts, not yet fully formed but developing nicely, and small tuft of pubic hair caused the deeply sexually frustrated teenager to lose all reason. He placed his hand in the pocket of his jeans and withdrew a flick-knife, which he carried only for protection through intimidation, having no intent ever to use it for anything else. The 16 years old reasoned that the brown-eyed female teenager had to be home alone for a while to enable her to disport herself in nudity around the pool and so the rape he now planned should not be interrupted.

Warren watched the girl as she finished drying by rubbing her pubic hair before engulfing her long straight brown head hair with the towel, as if it were a turban. She then sat at the edge of the pool dangling her legs in the water.

Warren flicked his blade open and crept out onto the patio, carefully and quietly advancing on the girl who, hindered by the towelling around her head, did not hear the boy’s approach until he knelt to say, with the knife against her throat, “Do as I say and you won’t be hurt!”

The girl initially jumped and screamed in fright but then remained motionless and silent as she felt the blade against her jugular. Apparently having asserted control of the situation, Warren therefore now asked “What’s your name?” “Lisa,” was the quietly uttered reply, conveyed with a shaking voice. “Well, Lisa, I’m not going to harm you,” the intensely excited boy lied, cock bursting to escape the confines of its cover now that he was adjacent to his gorgeous victim, “but instead we’ll just enjoy a bit of mutual fun!”

The terrified and appalled Lisa, appreciating what this statement probably meant, began to beg “Please don’t. There’s plenty of money in the house. Please take that. Please don’t take my virginity!” However, the news of the girl’s purity only served to stimulate Warren even more. “Sorry, can’t oblige,” he responded, “my needs are great. Anyway, you’ll enjoy it, don’t worry. I’ll fill you and pleasure you well, I promise!”

Lisa’s horror was not assuaged by Warren’s promise but she could do little to prevent him moving her backwards and well away from the poolside, still in a sitting posture. This soon became a prone splayed one as she obeyed the boy’s orders to ready herself for him. The young rapist then unzipped his fly and pulled his rampant cock, already drooling precum, out into daylight before kneeling between the girl’s legs.

Lisa resumed her pleading but her entreaties were silenced when Warren, still with the knife in his left hand, leaned over to remove the incongruous towel from her head, to let her long silky brown hair to flow free, and then kiss her. As their lips remained joined, the girl also felt the boy’s right hand explore her breasts before moving downwards, across belly and navel to her vagina, to which he extended much rubbing.

Lisa wanted to resist but was very conscious of the proximity of the knife and the boy’s superior strength. She therefore decided to let the rapist have his evil way, preferring life to virtue.

Warren’s fondling of Lisa’s wondrous form continued for a while, with his right hand regularly moving between feminine pubic hair and breasts. However, the time eventually came when his cock could tolerate abstinence no longer and he lowered it towards the girl’s vagina. “No!” she exclaimed uselessly as the boy’s substantial penis began to enter her and her virginity was soon no more as the young rapist thrust himself in and out of her with remorseless vigour.

Lisa began to cry at the ignoble unwanted feel of the boy’s rampant erection inside her. Her tears became fulsome when, after about ten minutes of awfulness for the victim but delight for the rapist, the latter began to flood the innards of the former with copious amounts of semen in many spurts. Warren then collapsed on top of the delicious girl whilst he recovered from his ecstatic delirium.

The would-be burglar but, in the event, actual rapist left shortly afterwards, after collecting from the mansion the money, another $20,000 in all, Lisa had earlier offered. He had left the distressed and still-naked young female bound and gagged with tape that she had said could be found in the handyman’s workroom. She had deliberately helped her abuser to inflict such bondage, considering it much preferable to having her throat cut. Warren would never have done so, even if his need to silence the girl, until he could make good his escape, was acute, but she was not to know that.

Once he had bound Lisa on her own comfortable bed, Warren could not help fondling her one last time, paying particular attention on this occasion to her previously untouched bottom. The boy could also not resist the temptation to masturbate as he did so, covering her lustrous posterior curvature with more of his sperm.

Warren, now feeling very guilty and sorry for his actions, did not tell Cal what had really happened at the mansion, explaining that the lengthy time inside was caused by a difficult but eventually successful search for money. However, the older brother did advise the younger that it would probably be wise for them to leave town, as the theft of such amounts of cash would inevitably make the Police search actively for them.

Warren and Cal were later packing their bags in their motel room, intending to take the evening Greyhound to Los Angeles, when the door burst open and four men entered, wearing sunglasses and expensive suits, and with guns in their hands. The older brother immediately recognised that he and his sibling were in really deep trouble because the intruders were not Police.

(Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.A., a week later)

“Welcome to my establishment,” declared Mr. Franscetti, the most important front-man for the Mob in Las Vegas, to the petrified nude Warren and Cal, “I’m sorry that I’ve kept you waiting for so long to see me but I’ve been waiting too, for some new gambling equipment to be made. I don’t suppose that you knew that I have some ingenious engineers in my organisation?”

Warren and Cal had spent the previous week tied naked to beds in separate cellars, released only for toilet, ablutions and feeding, all carefully supervised by several armed heavies. They did not know where they were as they had been bound and blindfolded, and dumped into the boots of a couple of huge limousines, to be brought here. In fact, they were in a cavernous secret basement underneath one of the largest of the Mob’s Las Vegas gambling complexes, often used for illicit activities.

Warren and Cal had been brought, each by two guards tightly holding the teenagers’ bound arms, to meet Mr. Franscetti in another cellar, the first time that they had seen the man since they had lifted his wallet. Apart from the five men and the two nude boys, the cellar was empty except for two strange but similar contraptions, to which the Mobster pointed.

“This is the new equipment,” announced Mr. Franscetti, “and if you don’t mind I’m going to pilot them on you.” He then turned to his heavies and told them to attach the teenagers to the apparatus. Warren’s very handsome smooth body, virtually hairless apart from tufts above his genitals and in his armpits, struggled unconvincingly against the men’s superior strength to avoid the worrying development and was soon situated in the required position, as was his sibling’s completely smooth form.

The brothers found themselves strapped immovably, face-down, hands above them and limbs splayed, to strong but thin horizontal metal plates on sturdy legs, the rectangular platforms seemingly made to match their sizes perfectly. Warren and Cal both remembered being intimately measured soon after their arrival in their cellar prisons. Their heads were placed above holes so that they could see underneath, where on the floor, under each teenager, were located large roulette wheels, inter-connected through several wires with the frame on which they were now resting. However, more worryingly for each boy, their genitals had been squeezed through holes, with their waists and upper legs strapped so that the organs could not be withdrawn. Each penis and ball sac had been forced through different tight apertures, with the base of the former encircled on the other side by some form of metal band.

Warren and Cal now both yelped loudly as large dildos, also with trailing wires linked to the frame, were painfully inserted past their tight sphincters into their virgin anuses.

“You obviously enjoy gambles,” suggested a now smirking Mr. Franscetti to the terrified brothers, still recovering from the agonising filling of their rectums, “as you seem to like to gamble with the possible consequences of robbing me of my wallet and my daughter of her virginity.” It was the first time that the aghast Cal had heard what his older sibling had done.

The Mobster suggested “I presume that you did not realise that your actions would be picked up by secret closed circuit television cameras outside one of my hotels and the gate of my home. Your first theft was pointed out to me by one of my security staff, who has been suitably rewarded, and a photograph of you was obtained from the television pictures. I then put a substantial contract out for information leading to your recapture, as I don’t like being made to look a fool. That was before I knew what you had done to my beautiful Lisa.” Dampness appeared in the man’s eyes and he had to pause before continuing “I naturally increased the amount of activity initiated, as well as largesse on offer, to secure your detention when I learnt about your second crime. The manager of the motel where you stayed, not actually a wise choice because I own it, is now a half-millionaire.”

Mr. Franscetti wiped the dampness from his eyes before proceeding to inform the appalled brothers “As you like gambles, I’ve developed the ultimate one for you both. Soon, I will switch on the vibrators located at the base of your cocks and inside your asses and these will induce you to speedy orgasm, made inevitable by the daily injections of strong aphrodisiac stimulants you have both been receiving whilst you’ve been enjoying my kind hospitality.” Warren and Cal had wondered what the daily needles had been for and why their unrelieved libidos had intensified so greatly and unexpectedly since their arrival. The Mobster now notified the alarmed teenagers “Your semen will spill onto the simultaneously turning roulette wheels below you. I don’t know if you’ve ever played roulette before but let me tell you that on each wheel there are 18 black sockets and 18 red, numbered between 1 and 36, plus two green 0s, into one of which the ball would normally fall to decide the winner. However, in this new version, it will be the weight of semen, calculated electronically, that will determine the result. The prize for impregnating the majority of your sperm onto green will be immediate release unharmed. However, if most drops onto black, a blade inside the metal frame will cut your penises off or, if most falls onto red, another blade will sever your ball sacs instead!”

Warren and Cal were silent for a moment as the enormity of what had just been said sunk in. Both brothers then started shouting, with the older, recognising that he would receive no mercy from Lisa’s father, and was probably due none, bravely begging for his younger sibling, who knew nothing of the rape, to be excused the terrible gamble. Mr. Franscetti listened to the delicious sound of the two thieves’ impassioned pleading for a while before putting the noise to an end by having the teenagers gagged. He then turned the machines on.

Both shocked tremulous brothers immediately felt the penile and anal vibrators introduce pleasurable sensations to their loins, quickly spreading elsewhere. The cocks of both siblings quickly became rigid and they recognised that they could not hold themselves back from climax for too long, such was their need to empty themselves of their garnered sperm. Trying to ponder sad thoughts had no effect and neither did their struggles to withdraw their endangered genitalia from the holes through which the organs had been threaded. It was perhaps ironic in the circumstances that it was the sudden remembrance of Lisa’s delicious form, which inadvertently entered his mind, that took the older teenager over the top fist.

Warren saw his endangered cock pour spurt after spurt down onto the revolving wheel below, which began to hum as the weighing mechanism was triggered into action. However, the intelligent device would take its time to produce the result that would cause either one of two signals to flow along the wires, linking it to the nearby metal frame, or none at all. It was designed to wait until the last droplet of semen had probably landed on its surface.

Warren, body shaking in both post orgasmic pleasure and deep apprehension, looked at the remorselessly turning wheel, trying to work out his likely destiny. However, this was impossible for him to do as white fluid had spilled onto many numbers, including green. As the delay continued, the 16 years old began to believe that perhaps a miracle had occurred. Unfortunately, he was then suddenly disillusioned as a blade was released and his still-hard cock fell into some of his sperm on the wheel, followed by blood.

At the same moment, Cal began to cum and, although the amount of his ejaculate was not as much as his older brother, it was still substantial. His machine therefore took its time before coming to its own conclusion. The 14 years old followed his sibling’s example by trying to perceive what fate imminently had in mind for him. He noticed that quite a lot of his own semen had gathered in a green socket and prayed that it would outweigh the quantity elsewhere.

Cal then heard a click and looked right underneath him to where his penis and scrotum dangled. The boy was just in time to see the base of the latter spray blood all around itself before falling and landing right on top of one of the two 0s, internal testicles clearly visible. The 14 years old then fainted.

(Amazonia, South America, a month later)

Warren and Cal were now no longer thieves, as Mr. Franscetti had instead found them alternative and more suitable employment, given the brothers’ changed circumstances. He had used his international connections to find a remote male brothel, which also doubled as a gambling joint, from which escape would be impossible and which welcomed eunuchs to its coterie of young prostitutes, especially those of white Gringo origin.

The man considered that the establishment, catering for loggers in Amazonia, would be an appropriate location for the boys to lose their own anal virginities as, like the setting at the rear of his own mansion, it was owned by a Mobster and was near much water.

THE END

of

‘GAMBLES’

by Pueros