The Edge

Lucio opened the door to his office and walked over to his assistant's desk. The mobster, as always, was a handsome sight - the white Egyptian cotton shirt framed his muscular torso and long legs were encased in a pair of snug light black jeans.

"Shaun, would you order lunch for four, please? If you want, get something for yourself, too."

"Giovanni's?"

Lucio nodded. "Tell Ricky that we're going to be real busy this afternoon ... he'll know what to send over."

"Sure, boss ... Is TJ okay? He looked white as a sheet when he came in."

The crime boss smiled. "He's fine. Just needed to clear up a little misunderstanding ... oh, could you also leave a message for Josh and tell him Phil is taking the day off?"

"I'm on it."

"Thanks, bud." He went back into the office and closed the door.

Shaun Roberts had been the crime lord's assistant for several years. He was privy to nearly all of the work in Lucio's various businesses - legal and illegal - but what was going down today seemed to have been a complete surprise ... and top secret.

Don Leone is gonna get whacked and TJ is gonna do it ... he said to himself. That thought came to him in a familiar flash of insight - a feeling he had learned never to ignore. He made the necessary phone calls as Lucio requested and then started alerting various soldieri and put them on standby. Something big was going down, and it wouldn't do to have Lucio's men caught unprepared.

Roberts was a good-looking black man with a shaved head and carefully trimmed moustache and goatee. He was cocoa brown, not too light, not too dark. His entree into the Giambi organization had been through his cousin, Jamil - a freelance enforcer. Both Carpentier and Giambi were impressed by his creativity, intuitiveness and organizational skills. He had proven himself many times over when his "second sight" (as his grandma called it) prevented situations which would have been potentially disastrous for Lucio or provided an opportunity for the organization to expand.

"Cristano? Hey, it's Shaun. Lucio needs your guys available tonight ... no, he didn't say why. Just get everybody ready for action, okay? Great! Thanks. Say hello to Bobby for me ... I've got a few more calls to make. See you later."

Shaun continued getting the various lieutenants available for whatever action would be needed for the events to come later in the day. A call from the security desk in the lobby informed him that the men from the restaurant had arrived.

In a few moments, four men staggered into the penthouse office burdened with enough food to feed an army.

He buzzed Lucio. "Boss, food's here. Want me to have it brought in?"

"Yep, Shaun. Thanks." he clicked off.

"C'mon guys." He beckoned the four waiters into the large office.

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"Ricky certainly knows how to do take out." TJ smiled.

Lucio returned the grin. "That he does. Feeling better?"

"Much better. Confession is good for the soul."

During the meal, Dash had filled Shaun in on the details of what had transpired.

"I've already called Cristano and the guys on the West End. They're standing by for the fireworks tonight."

Lucio looked momentarily surprised. TJ and Phil looked stunned.

Lucio chuckled. "Shaun usually knows what's going down before anyone else does. Even the people involved. Thanks for taking care of the messy details." The crime boss gave his assistant a caress along his strong jaw. He stopped for a moment as he held Roberts' face and gently moved it from side to side.

"Shaun, your beard's a bit uneven, did you know that?"

"I was going tonight to get everything touched up - do you need me stay?"

"No, we're good. Thanks to you. See you tomorrow."

* * *

"Shit!" exclaimed Shaun as he whipped his car into the nearly empty parking lot of his barber shop. It was five minutes past six, and he knew that Trey was closing the shop for the weekend. Shaun really needed to get his head shaved and his goatee edged up. He jumped out of his car and rushed to the door. Fortunately, it was still open, so he walked in. The shop was empty.

"Hey, Trey? You still here?" Shaun called out in his sexy baritone.

Trey Duvivier walked out from the back room, slightly surprised. "Shaun? I thought you weren't gonna show up. You know you never miss your appointment." He grinned, glad to see one of his most faithful customers.

"Yeah, crazy busy at the office today. Think you can shave and edge me up?"

Trey smiled. To Shaun, something was subtly different about his barber - it irked him that he couldn't pin down what that difference was. "Naw, don't worry about it." He snatched the bib from the chair. "Have a sit down and I'll get you hooked up."

Shaun eased his muscular, five-foot-eleven-inch frame into the chair. At thirty-five, the darkly handsome mobster still had the stamina and muscular build of a twenty year old. The only sign of age on him was in his neatly trimmed moustache and goatee, which framed his full sexy lips. He looked at Trey and realized just how stunning the barber was. Trey was slightly shorter than Roberts, but was somewhat more muscular. His bulging biceps and chest strained against his t-shirt, which was usually kept hidden under the barber's coat he always wore. Tonight, though, Trey didn't bother to put his coat back on. His muscular legs and ass seemed to be poured into the jeans he wore. Duvivier was only twenty-two, light-skinned, with a small moustache and beard. He projected an aura of barely contained sexuality.

As the head shave progressed, the two men casually conversed about everything from the weather to politics. Shaun tried to keep his eyes focused away from Trey's crotch but was failing miserably. That was hard enough to do without him sitting eye level to it. Every so often, though, the barber would press his body in closer to Shaun. Roberts could smell the scent of oils mixed with soap. Feeling Trey's strong hands on his head and his body pressed up against his made him feel very, very warm. He began to grow and twitch.

"Let me shave you up…I won't charge extra for it ... Unless you gotta be somewhere?"

"Nope. Go for it."

Trey smiled to himself. He levered the chair back, placing Shaun in a lying position. He began to slowly lather Shaun's gorgeous face. The two men gazed into each other's dark eyes. The barber worked up his nerve and, after a few silent moments asked, "Hey, Shaun. Do you…umm…are you…?"

"Gay?" Shaun finished the question for him. Trey, taken aback, just nodded.

"Queer as a three-dollar bill. You?"

The other man gulped nervously. "Yeah," he half-whispered. "I've been feeling for you for a while. Ever since the day you rolled in here wearing a leather jacket and those jeans…man…" he breathed, glad that he finally told Shaun what he'd been thinking.

Roberts, by now thoroughly aroused and excited, pressed Trey on. "What do you get into, kid?" His member strained painfully against the fabric of his pants.

The barber continued lathering Shaun's face. "I'm pretty kinky."

Roberts' eyes lit up. "Yeah? How so?" By this time, Duvivier had a razor in his hand.

"Man, I get off on shaving guys ..." he paused to see Shaun's reaction. No shock registered, so he continued. "I also like bondage."

"Oh, hell yeah," Shaun whispered.

The barber put down the razor and walked over to the windows. He quickly drew the blinds and turned off most of the lights. He locked the door, and then returned to the mobster. Shaun could see Trey's own dick bulging in his tight jeans. He wondered what kind of tool Duvivier was packing.

The other man retrieved the razor as the hot lather soothed Shaun. He began scraping the razor across Roberts' face, edging up his beard. His hands were so expert, so intense.

He continued talking. "Yeah, I love playing rough, too ..."

"Uh, huh ..."

"Yeah. I wrestled in college. And I couldn't get enough of it. Some guys I knew liked to fight. I got off on that. Sometimes I lost; sometimes I won. But it was hot either way."

Shaun, hard and throbbing, yet also very relaxed, smiled. The razor scraped against his face. Trey pressed the razor a little harder against the reclining man's face. "So you like getting rough, too?"

"Mm hmm … Jeez, I love this …you shaving me… Christ Almighty, my dick is harder than a brick. I played football in college, so I know what you mean about that stuff…"

Trey finished shaving Shaun, and gently wiped the last of the cream off of his face. He placed his huge hands on Shaun's face and caressed him. "Man, your face is so smooth. I love your goatee…"

With that, he kissed him. Long, and hard. His hands slipped down to Roberts' neck. Then, slowly but surely, Duvivier began squeezing Shaun's throat.

The deprivation of air caused Shaun's muscular body to spasm. He felt lightheaded as Trey slowly choked him. He pressed his muscular body against Shaun's. "Awk…fu-fuck.…" The feeling of being choked was so erotic for the mobster. Shaun's muscular arms grabbed the other's powerful guns, but he was unable to pry them loose.

Trey noticed Shaun's dick bulging through his pants. "You like this, don't'cha, stud?"

"Urkkk..ugh…yeah, Trey. Kk-keep…it …upppp…"

Duvivier suddenly released Roberts. Shaun lay there, his broad chest heaving. The barber ripped off his t-shirt, revealing a huge, hairless chest framed by steel hard abs and powerful arms. His muscular, 22" guns were accentuated by a tattoo of a chain going around his huge biceps. He grabbed Shaun's shirt and tore it from his torso, exposing Shaun's perfect pecs and firm six-pack abs. Shaun's chest was lightly hairy as was the trail that led down to his dick and his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Trey rubbed his hand across Shaun's torso, stopping only to pinch his brown nipples.

"Ohhh…shit!" The mobster gasped.

Duvivier's hand slid down to Shaun's pants. He swiftly undid the belt and then brutally ripped them off. He licked his lips. Roberts had on only a pair of deep blue micro trunks straining to hold in his huge package. Shaun's legs were muscular and sculpted and smooth.

"Mm mmm mmm!!" he mumbled. Shaun writhed. Not wasting a moment, he grabbed his underwear and yanked them down. Shaun's dick bounced. Duvivier grabbed the other's cock and devoured it. His jaw clamped down on the eight and a half inch rod, his teeth nibbling, biting and teasing on it.

Shaun's body bucked upward. His hands grabbed Duvivier's head in an attempt to pry him off of his shaft and bulbous head. The mobster's muscular legs flailed. The barber grabbed the other's legs and shoved them back to the chair as he continued to savagely work over his engorged member.

"AAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHRRRR!!!!" Roberts screamed in a powerful combination of agony and ecstasy. He had never had a workout like this before. He had never been tortured like this before. Despite the brutal action, his tool stayed rock hard. Trey began to suck and bite even harder.

"Awww!!! God!!! STOP!!! Nooooo!!! Shit!!! Arrrrgggghhhh!!!"

The barber's tongue wrapped around Shaun's muscular shaft and engorged head. The heat and friction from Trey's expert ministrations overcame the pain, and soon, Shaun felt himself coming close to one of the most powerful orgasms in his life.

Just then, Trey sucked so hard, the mobster felt like his cock was coming off at the base. Waves of cum shot from his dick into the other's mouth. Duvivier took it like a champ, swallowing it all. Some of the creamy liquid dribbled out the side of his mouth. Shaun saw this and instantly got hard again.

Trey snatched Shaun's dick out of his mouth with a resounding POP!

"You like that, handsome?"

He slowly licked the remainder of the cum from the corner of his mouth and grinned evilly at Shaun - now sitting up and sweating profusely. The sweat glistened and accentuated his lean, muscular body.

Shaun was breathing very heavily. "Just…just…whew…man, you were incredible!"

The barber smiled and strolled over to face him. His bulging jeans were in the other's face. Shaun slowly undid the jeans and fondled the white briefs. Roberts could see the outline of nine thick inches. Little by little, Shaun pulled down Trey's briefs. Shaun grabbed the uncut monster and began to suck it voraciously. He nibbled and chewed and sucked on the massive tool while he grabbed and squeezed Trey's shaven balls.

"Awww….Jesus…" Trey moaned. He began to thrust into the mobster harder and harder. Shaun, exhausted from the blowjob he had received, could do little besides suck Duvivier's thick piece. Salty precum oozed out of and flowed into Shaun's unprotesting mouth.

Suddenly, Shaun yanked down both Trey's jeans and his underwear to his ankles. He tackled the barber while he was still vacuuming him dry and threw him into an adjacent barber chair. It was then that he wrenched Trey's huge shaft out of his mouth. He yanked on the dick, swollen with need, causing Trey to groan in pain. Swiftly, Shaun threw the barber's beefy, brawny legs over his shoulders. Without warning, he shoved his steel-hard piece into the other's exposed asshole.

"GHAAAA!!!! " Duvivier bellowed as his hole was invaded by Roberts. Shaun was relentless and showed his young barber no mercy. Soon he was pistoning in and out, in and out, reaming Trey mercilessly. Returning the favor, Shaun began to choke Trey.

"You like that, stud? Huh?" Shaun demanded as his massive tool split the helpless barber.

"Ugghhh!! Damn!! Acckkk--!!! D-Daddy! S-st-stop!!" Trey gasped.

The only other sounds that could be heard was the smack of Shaun's muscular body into Trey's beefy ass and his grunts of exertion.

Duvivier tried desperately to remove Shaun's hands from his throat, but failed. The pain was just too intoxicating. Bright spots began to dance in front of his eyes.

"Take it! Take it!"

"I-I -c-ca-acckk!!! Aw shit!!!" Was Shaun's dick actually growing larger inside of Trey's ass? The barber felt like the dick buried up his chute was tearing him apart. Shaun removed his hands from the barber's throat and grabbed the other's monstrous penis and began yanking it pitilessly.

"OW! OW! ARRGGGHH!! DAMN!" Trey wailed. Shaun smiled. He ran his hand up and down Trey's chiseled abs.

"You a bodybuilder?"

Trey's dark brown eyes gazed up at Shaun lustfully.

"Sort of," he wheezed. "I haven't competed yet, but I'm getting ready to."

"Cool." Shaun muttered as he crushed his lips against the other's inviting mouth.

Just then, he balled up a fist and delivered a powerful wallop to Duvivier's chiseled midsection.

"WHOUUFFF!!!" Trey's body doubled up. Shaun's sinewy, muscular arms and hands battered the barber's tawny, taut, beefy body. All the while, Roberts' thick tool was buried in the other man's ass, friction bringing it closer and closer to explosion.

After a few minutes of abusing the barber's abs, Shaun stopped and leaned in to again kiss his gorgeous prize. Duvivier's hands shot out and wrapped around the mobster's throat again. This time, not only was Shaun getting choked, but Trey was getting the fuck of his life in the process!

Shaun grabbed Trey's cock and balls in response and together, the two beefy studs fell hard onto the cold linoleum floor. They rolled about while they continued to fuck and choke each other senseless. Shaun's aroused grunts mixed with Trey's pained and ecstatic moans and the slapping of hard bodies together.

Duvivier finally got the best of Roberts by slamming a fist into his gut. The mobster staggered back, releasing the barber from the chokehold as well as ripping his dick out of Trey's agonized ass. Trey jumped up. Adrenaline raced through him as he full-body tackled Shaun and slammed his naked, muscular form into one of the metal and cloth waiting chairs. Roberts fell backward over three of them and landed hard on his back. The barber was on top of him before Shaun could get himself together, and viciously rammed his dick into the other's chute.

"WHUUGGHHAAAAAAGGHH!!!" Shaun cried out. With no lube or warning, Trey's dick felt like a hot, sharp spear, stabbing him in his guts. He quickly recovered from the initial pain, only to endure the barber's renewed assault on his throat. Trey began choking the hell out of him again!

Shaun, however, began to enjoy the reaming he was receiving. He moved to let Trey vigorously pound his hole, and grabbed Trey's powerful arms in a struggle to prevent being choked unconscious.

Trey relaxed his chokehold and began pumping his defined legs into the mobster's ass. Soon, the friction brought him to his animalistic climax.

"RRRRRRAAAAGGHHH!!!" The strapping men roared as Trey's balls dumped buckets of cum into Shaun's insides. Trey collapsed into Shaun's brawny arms. They kissed passionately, exploring each other’s mouths, ears, tongues, and necks.

Whispering in Trey's ear, Shaun whispered, "That was the best damn haircut I ever got."

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I wanted to start the new year off with a bang, and hopefully, I did!

The mask that you see here is the SPFX "Player" mask, with optional hairing. I had asked for the eyebrows and beard; having some chest hair was a completely unanticipated, but very welcome surprise! I'm also wearing silicone elbow length gloves - also from SPFX - called RealSleeves.

Believe me, these are clinchers - when your go out with the mask and the sleeves, no one has any idea that you are not whom you appear to be.

Shaun was briefly introduced in one of my other stories, and at the time of that writing, I had already had my mask and determined who he was. The part I mentioned about "second sight" came about as I was writing this particular story - I don't know why, but it felt right. This is one my several silicone masks (as opposed to the foam latex Greylands).
The silicone masks are a bit heavier but cling to your face and actually move with it - it's that ability that really separates the two mask materials. It's snug (but not as snug as some of the Greyland masks) and is extremely comfortable to wear. I also don't have the problem of "neck pop" as I often do with the latex foam masks. Rusty Slusser - the owner of SPFX - makes nice, deep bibs that allow you to leave at least 2-3 buttons open on a shirt.
I've been "Shaun" for over eight hours at a stretch and I've had no discomfort whatsoever.