Sal had been reading about the annual "Night of Roman Debauchery" since he could shoplift porn. He loved ancient history, and the thought that there was a party, filled with gay men, acting out Roman fantasies, had excited him for weeks when the event was announced. It was an event where you had to buy the tickets well in advance, and it was always sold out. The venue was huge, and the organizers always rented a certain limited number of "rooms" (if you could call them that), where you could break way for your personal enjoyment. They went fast too. Sal had put in the reservations as soon as he and Chris had begun dating. He was too late for the first year, and he forgot the second year, but the third year: he was ready. It took a fair amount of planning, and that was one of the reasons he was NOT letting chris out of this: he had worked too hard.
It was also clear to him - and probably to chris too - that this might very well be their "last hurrah" of partying. They were going ahead with their plan to try to adopt Carmela Migliorelli's baby Luca (more on that below), and then... the wedding. The wedding both he and chris were struggling to keep under control as their mothers , "abetted" by their fathers, tried to make it into the event of the century. Sal was about to launch his company, and chris was a rising star in the police department. The scandal of two gay men, with a baby, at a party with the name "debauchery" in it was too risky. This would be it.
The final portion of Sal's thinking about this was clear to him, and perhaps not to chris: in Sal's mind, he and chris had very distinct roles in the relationship. IF he were forced to answer "who's the girl in bed?" Sal would have answered "chris" in no uncertain terms. chris enjoyed being dominated, controlled, and manhandled by Sal. His enjoyment was growing. Showing chris off, at the party, in the outfit Sal had designed for him, together with the accoutrements of submission he had, would announce to the world: this one is MINE, STAY AWAY.
"Subligaria" were what they were called. You've seen them: the little pair of what appear to be underwear, or shorts, or something, that ancient Romans wore. They varied in quality: slaves of course got cheap ones. The ones Sal had designed for chris were NOT cheap: high quality, dark brown leather. chris hadn't seen them yet. Sal was going to have him wear them with his black leather harness, his arm band, and his lock collar. Sal would be wearing a toga with the purple border - except his chest and arms would be exposed. He shaved his head, to make himself look sexier: people said he was better looking that way, even Maria.
After the party, they would have to do some more planning about this adoption, which seemed to be "going south." Everything seemed fine at first.: Brian Flynn had spoken to his brother, who had spoken to his California lawyer, who found the guys a NY lawyer who specialized in this type of thing. Then, Carmela and her mother had thrown a wrench into things: they wanted 100,000 to sign the contract terminating parental rights. The boys just did not have that kind of money, and wouldn't for a while. A loan was out of the question: they had taken a second mortgage on their house to help pay for Sal's company. They weren't poor, but they didn't have that kind of money. And Momma Migliorelli was just adamant about it.
"We'll think about it after the party," Sal told himself, as he lay out their costumes. He heard chris come in the door and yell. "YOU GONNA HELP ME WITH GROCERIES YOU LAZY ASSED ARTIST?" Sal came out, smiling. He took bags from chris and then leaned in to kiss him. He whispered "Lazy ASS? Maybe. My cock is anything but..." chris smiled. "That an invitation Sir?" "It's an order." "YES SIR." chris got down on his knees, and put his hands behind his back as Sal opened his pants. He was hard. He was ALWAYS hard. He had been reminiscing that day about all the times he had seen chris working construction, sometimes in his t shirt, sometimes bare chested, and how he fantasized about surprising chris at the site, after hours, and making love to him all night." chris looked up. "Whatever the hell you're thinking, Sallie, don't stop." Sal was making chris work. He wasn't doing any thrusting this time, but just waiting for chris to move his talented mouth back and forth. chris had very little hair to grab, so occassionally, Sal would push his head forward from the neck. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" was the reaction he'd get from chris, who slurped with his tongue, trying to break Sal's attempt to hold back. This time, chris won. Sal yielded and the load went down chris in huge gulps. "Fuck that was good," chris gasped to Sal. "You were so fucking hard. Tell me what you were thinking while we unload." "I think I just did," Sal laughed. "I MEAN THE CAR YOU PERV." Sal laughed. I know. Let's get the stuff in. Then a nap. But you gotta see your costume. When he did, chris gulped. He wanted to ask "you expect me to wear THIS?" but he knew the answer. He napped in Sal's arms, thinking about it and hoping, hoping with all his heart, that no pictures made the papers.
When it was time to get ready for the "Debauchery", Sal put on his jock strap (a black one), and then the toga. He helped chris into the harness, the subligaria, and then Sal smiled as he put the arm band on chris, and the lock collar. He didn't tell chris about the wrist restraints in his toga pocket, or the leash. Those came out just before they went into the building. First the leash, which pissed chris off, but he could live with. When Sal said "get 'em behind you stud," chris began to complain. "WHAT, WHAT THE FUCK." Sal grabbed one of chris' wrists and then the other. "You wanna stay caged until our wedding? Just keep acting up, bottom" chris sighed. There was something in the way Sal called him "bottom" that always got him hard. "Yes sir. I apologize." Sal tied the restraints, and they went in. "I think I just got a contact high" chris yelled to Sal. It was noisy. It was crowded, and within five minutes, chris saw someone from the police force. "SHIT. I know that guy. That's Officer Michaels" He pointed to a built blond guy who had clearly been shaved recently. He was bound too - and he had a gag in his mouth. There were also nipple clamps hanging from his tits. "Now THAT's a fine piece of work," Sal grinned. He tightened his grip on chris' forearm. "NOT as fine as the one I'm holding onto, but fine. Who's with him? The Illustrated Man?" "HOLY SHIT THE RUMORS ARE TRUE. That's an ADA. ADA Philips. There's been talk for about six months that he and Michaels..." Justin Philips saw them, and walked over, smiling. He had a leash on michaels too. "Well, well, well. I always wondered about you chris." Sal smiled. "You can stop wondering then. He is, and he's taken. " He draped his arm over chris' shoulder. "Aren't you chris?" "Yes sir." Philips smiled. "Hey, no issues, none. Sorry if I gave that impression. Just always glad to see another person in the group. " He looked at chris. "So that ring.. it's true. You're engaged." "WE'RE engaged" answered Sal. He was still suspicious. Sal was jealous by nature, and when he would do something to prove that chris was "his," it always made chris just want to spread his legs and take his cock." "I'd have my sub speak to you, but, as you can see, his mouth is engaged." "Yeah, I thought about that with chris, but... gonna get him a drink or something." "It's nice to see you guys, take care. I gotta show my boy off. LET'S GO BOBBY." "mmmmmmmmmmmmph." It looked from his face like the clamps were getting to bob, but they were gone before Sal could say anything." "We're gonna have a dance, and then a drink and then...." Sal smiled. "We've got a room upstairs. I'm gonna take advantage of you for a few hours, slave boi." "I guess as my owner..." "DAMN RIGHT. Don't forget it chrissy." Getting to a bar was a trial, and Sal gave at least six "looks" to guys who checked out chris. "You know they're checking out you too, Sir." "Yeah, I see. All these guys who think they're gonna top me. SCREW THAT." "You wanna fuck any of them Sir?" "ALL of them, but not if it means I'm not in your ass. Matter of fact, screw the drink, turn left." There was an attendant and Sal gave him his name. The attendant looked up. "Yes, of course. " He smiled at chris. Does he... go both ways? I'd love to be a sandwich with you guys." "NO. Now gimme my keys." Sal grabbed them. chris started to giggle, and Sal turned. "You think it's funny? I'll bring him in. I'll let him fuck you, I'll fuck his face, and then I'll fuck you. Your choice." "SALLIE. COME ON. The only one I want is the man I'm gonna marry. That's you." Sal opened the door. "GET IN. " Once he had the door slammed, he was all over chris. His tongue was down his throat as he reached behind and undid the restraints. After he did that, he got the underwear off chris, and tossed him on the less than pristine mattress. "GRAB YOUR ANKLES CUNT. I'M GONNA DRILL YOU LIKE I'M LOOKING FOR OIL." chris smiled. "YES SIR." And then Sal took him. Sal had been fucking chris harder and harder lately, and this fuck was no exception. The bed was banging, and they heard the couple in the next room laughing. That only made Sal push harder. "DAMN IT BABE. You're starting to hurt me." "GOOD YOU FUCKER. TOO MANY GODDAMN MEN LOOKING AT YOU. TAKE IT YOU SLUT!!!!" "OOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" chris howled as he felt Sal's cum filling him. It was almost hot. He saw the sweat pouring off of Sal's face. Then the smile. "I cannot fucking wait until the day I take you as my husband, you sexy Sicilian bitch." They left for home afterward. It was 3, Sunday morning. They had lied and told the families they were spending the weekend at their friends' house on the Hamptons. They were excused from dinner. They slept in. Until about 2 in the afternoon. Dinner next week was at Sal's house.
"So what's going on with Carmela and Rosalie and Luca? " Pindy was never shy about asking questions. Sal looked at his mother. "It's not looking good ma. She threw a wrench into things?" "LIKE WHAT? I'LL HUNT DOWN THAT BITCH AND KILL HER." "NO, MA. COME ON, NO." "DON'T TELL ME NO. IF IT WEREN'T FOR EVIE AND I, THAT BABY MIGHTA NEVER SEEN THE LIGHT OF DAY. DIMMI . TELL ME. I'LL GET THIS FIXED." Sal sighed. "Ma, it's like this. They had a change of plans. Yeah, they're still willing to go through with the adoption, but... they want 100 grand, and chris and I don't have it." "Yeah ya do" Evie said, not missing a beat as she brought a pan of manicotti to the table. "Maria, can you get the other one?" That was together with the lasagna, and the stuffed eggplant. "No we don't man, knock it off." Evie almost slammed the pan on the table. "LISTEN UP MR HOOCHIEKOO DETECTIVE. I DON'T LIE ABOUT MONEY. NEVER. " She and Pindy looked at each other. "You think anyone with kids don't save up for their wedding? And then you break your mothers' hearts by telling them you want a civil ceremony? We got the money. Fay and I. Every week we put it away. EVERY WEEK. Neither one of us had enough, but... of course who knew the two of yuhs were gonna shack up? " Sal and chris looked at each other. "Are you saying?..." Fay smiled. "Let me put it this way ragazz'. We fully expected this. Rosalie'll rob the church poor box if she can. Carmela just wantsa get rid of the kid. Dis... dis is Rosalie. So, here's how it's gonna happen. Tawk to the lawyer. Tell him you got the money cause you do. " Then she smiled. "And someone is gonna have a tawk with Rosalie. I know she got family in the midwest, and that house is probably worth a pretty penny. She and Carmela can go to the four winds. I don't care. But you're gonna get your son." chris looked at Sal. "Do you believe these two? Couldy you imagine if they were ever actually in charge of something?" "Oi vey maddon' no. I don't want no charge, son." Evie shook her head. "no no no no no." chris smiled. "Either of you ever hear of Machiavelli?" "Didn't he have a perfume. Prince Machiavelli or something like that?" Sal smiled. "Yeah, that's right. That's right. " He paused. Ma, Zia Evi, Pa, Zio Franco. Grazie. " He paused "Brindiamo?" Should we toast? "DAMN RIGHT WE SHOULD" that was Maria. She looked at Fay. "I know, I know. chrissy, gimme a quarter." "Take two. You know you're gonna do it again." She put the money in the jar as she got the spumante and the glasses. "It's like Moonstruck, ALLA FAMIGLIA" she yelled as she poured the glasses full of sparkling wine. Ma, Pa, do you mind..." Sal got up and kissed them, and then his "Aunt and Uncle." chris did the same. "Why should we mind about that?" Francesco asked. "Not that, this..." Sal went over to chris. "I love your family almost as much as I love you." There was silence. No one but Maria had ever seen them kiss each other before. She had never seen them kiss this passionately before." Evie turned to Fay. "I think my flashes started again." "Me too" answered Pindy.