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CHUY
Even this early in the morning, it was swelteringly humid outside and combined with no air conditioning on the subway, I arrived at the Four-One sweating like I pig. I decided to take a shower and cool off before I got into my uniform. Tito and I also decided to have a quick and brutal fuck in the bathroom. Both of us limped into the locker room when Jamie came in, looked around and made a beeline for me.
"Calderón - Cap wants to see you after roll call."
I gave Jamie a concerned look. "Did I do anything wrong, Sarge?"
Jamie grinned. "Nope, he's just his usual grim self. I think it's another 'special assignment' he wants to run by you." He kissed the top of my bald head. "See you in a few."
"Oye Chuy, ¿pasa algo?" - (Hey Chuy, anything wrong?, Ed.) Ale Valdez - one of the newer Darkened cops looked over at me. He had dropped his towel, showing off his smooth, caramel-colored junk surrounded by three gleaming cockrings. The Venezuelan officer put one dark, muscular leg on the bench and grunted as he pushed the large steel 'on-duty' buttplug into his chute before getting into his jockstrap and uniform. Since so many of us were Latinos now, speaking Spanish all the time had become the norm - of course, we still spoke our 'native' English inside the precinct when we were with the Sarges or Cap, and our conditioning forced us to speak Spanglish with a heavy accent once we left the station, but we've truly become the Mexicans or South Americans we appear to be. Same for Inti - he now spoke gutter Spanish almost all the time as well - perfectly in line with the dirt-trade Guatemalan fuckboy he became and not the Greek millionaire he had been.
"Qué va, el Cap solo me quiere ver para algo." (Nah, Cap wants to see me about something., Ed.)
"Dobro utro, Pavlina! Kap me vika – svoboden li e?" (Good morning, Pavlina! Cap asked to see me - is he available?, Ed.) I still chuckle to myself that a Guatemalan cop spoke flawless Bulgarian.
"Chaka te, Charli. Vlazaï nafrao!" (He's waiting for you, Charlie. Go right in., Ed.)
"Чуй." (Chuy., Ed.) I gave her a wink and blew her a kiss. The homely woman giggled like a schoolgirl and shooed me towards his office.
* * *
TANNER
I was working on the latest COMPSTAT reports when I heard a knock. I looked up to see Chuy Calderón framed in the doorway with a smile on his face. I waved the massive officer in and motioned him to take a seat. There were times I found it hard to believe that this handsome-as-fuck bald Latino bodybuilder in front of me used to be a trimly-muscled, black-haired, blue-eyed white man. A warm, sweet and spicy chocolate aroma wafted in with him that had my cock thicken and slither down my the leg of my pants.
" 'morning, Cap ... what's up?"
"Chuy, Sal Giudice (Zack's godfather and head of the Molanto crime family, Ed.) has asked us for a favor. It's not something we can turn down. Do you know who Dominic Vance is?"
He thought for a moment. "He's an underworld power broker, right? Goes by the nickname 'The Plumber' ?"
"Exactly. Sal wants to rein in some of his activities. Or all of them. He's managed to insinuate some people into his household staff and they've been dosing him with Erotropin."
The caramel-skinned officer looked surprised. "Yes, and it's having the desired effects, but not necessarily the desired outcome. He was hoping to go with some blackmail, but Vance has been careful so far in only forcing himself on his own men. They've been getting incidental doses as well, so it's been a bit of a wash."
"What can I do to help, Sir?"
"He loves professional wrestling - more so now - particularly Latino luchadores."
A small smile quirked my lips.
"I want you to become a pro-wrestler. I know you do some 'private services' for Dani as a wrestler. But we - Sal and myself - want to make that persona an actual wrestler. Your gymnastic skills are incredible already and those talents will stand you in excellent stead in becoming a luchador. Dani's organization can provide the additional performance training for you, as well as get you some actual acrobatic wrestling instruction. We'll arrange some bouts. You'll be traveling a good deal, so Ale and Tito will be partners temporarily. You'll win more bouts than you lose - and one of those times, Dominic will get the chance to meet you. Use your charm and get him in a compromising position. We'll arrange for some incontrovertible evidence to get Vance under control. What's good for Sal's organization is good for the NYPD as well. Finish your watch today and we'll start with your luchador training tomorrow."
The Latino got up from the chair and headed towards the door. "Thanks for the opportunity, Cap - I'm really looking forwards to it... not sure about Inti, though..."I got up as well. "Chuy...."
He turned around. "I don't know why, but seeing you this morning has me hard as a rock. Strip. I need to fuck that caramel-colored ass of yours."
The massive Latino grinned, undid his duty belt and began to undress.* * *
CHUY
Inti was resigned to another one of my long-term assignments, but was relieved that this one didn't involve any physical danger. I had gotten permission from Cap to tell him all about the plan to trap and blackmail Vance, but that still didn't make him feel any better. I asked Tito and Berto to spend the night with us, and we were all happy, sore (and plugged) by the time we finished early the next morning.
I spent the first three weeks with Danny's fight choreographer Connor and his gladiator slaves Harry, Sam and Joao learning the detailed ins and outs of pro-wrestling; lots of close, but missing hits and an amazing amount of coordination with your partner. I also had to get used to a mask tightly laced to my head and face all the time. Tons of sweaty, difficult, but fun work and lots and lots of practice with your 'opponent'. This was the same level of coordination I'dve imagined Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers had to go through to make their dancing as seamless as it appeared to be.
Once I got the thumbs up from Connor and his slaves, I left New York and got sent to the Pro Wrestling Revolution Training Academy in San Jose.
" 'bout 248, Maestro." I was speaking in my normal Spanglish accent.
He shook his head. "You're way too massive to be a luchador. All of the really good ones are smaller or a lot lighter than you. You need to be quick and have fast reflexes. You need to literally fly over and around the ring."
I gave him a grin. "Para que veas... " (Watch this., Ed.) I backed up and made a run at the practice ring. I did a handspring from the apron of the mat high over the top rope, corkscrewed in the air several times, landed on my shoulder, rolled onto my back in the center of the canvas and then did a kip-up to my feet.
"Still think I'm too big an' slow, Mr. De La Rosa?"
"Christ, I've never seen anyone your size move that fast. Hell, I've never seen anyone move that fast before. My bad ... you are definitely luchador material. But we're going to have to do some extra training for you on pulling your attacks. I'm sure you could actually hurt someone badly by accident - you probably aren't fully aware of your own strength. And we have to train you to fake falls - no one could take you down if you didn't let them - it would be like hitting a brick wall. Where are you staying?"
"I got a long-term motel room near the airport - it's about a 10-minute walk."
Alvaro nodded. "Good. I was going to suggest that. Let's introduce you to the fellas here and we can start the training tomorrow."
* * *
Lucha libre relies heavily on rapid acrobatics, high-flying dives, and complex submission holds. Many of the most famous moves in global professional wrestling originated in Mexico. The training involves heavy use of a 'longe' while learning. That's the name of the rope and harness system acrobats use to spot someone while learning dangerous flips, twists, or aerial maneuvers; I had used one of them when I was getting used to my gymnastic tumbling runs. Alvaro was right - all the other guys at the school were smaller and/or lighter than I was and were amazed to see someone my size move at their speed.
There was also a whole new vocabulary I needed to learn as well as the moves. Here are some of the new terminology...
High-Flying & Aerial Moves (Lances)
La Huracarrana (Hurricanrana): Invented by Huracán Ramírez, this signature move involves jumping onto an opponent's shoulders, wrapping both legs around their neck, and executing a quick backflip to whip them to the mat into a cradle pin.
Tope Suicida (Suicide Dive): A staple of lucha libre where a luchador sprints across the ring and dives headfirst between or over the ropes, launching their entire body like a projectile into an opponent standing on the arena floor.
La Quebrada (Asai Moonsault): Popularized by Yoshihiro Asai (Ultimo Dragon), the wrestler leaps onto the middle rope, springboards backward, and executes a backflip onto an opponent outside the ring.
Mistico’s La Mística: A multi-part flying combination where the wrestler vaults onto the opponent's shoulders, transitions into a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, and takes them down directly into a single-arm shoulder lock on the mat.
Submission Holds (Llaves)
La Tapatía (The Surfboard Submission): Invented by Rito Romero, this visually striking hold involves standing over a prone opponent, hooking their feet under your knees, grabbing their arms, and leaning backward to lift their entire body off the canvas while compressing their back and shoulders.
La Asemblea / La Gori Special: Invented by Gori Guerrero (father of Eddie Guerrero), the attacker stands back-to-back with their opponent, hooks their arms under the opponent's shoulders, lifts them up onto their back, and stretches their spine and shoulders.
La Cavernaria (Camel Clutch): Created by El Cavernario Galindo, the wrestler kneels on the back of a face-down opponent, hooks their chin or face with both hands, and pulls backward to hyper-extend the spine and necks.
La Dea-Nueces / La Cerrajera (The Crucifix Lock): A ground-based submission hold that binds the opponent's legs and arms in an interlocking pattern, immobilizing them while applying pressure to their shoulder joint.
Iconic Pinning & Slamming Moves
La Casita: A traditional pinning combination popularized by Pepe Casas (and later Negro Casas). The luchador hooks the opponent's arm and leg, rolling them backward into a tight bridge pin that is difficult to escape.
Quebradora (Backbreaker): A fundamental move in Mexican wrestling, most famously the Quebradora Con Giro (spinning backbreaker), where the wrestler catches a running opponent, spins them mid-air, and drops them stomach-down or back-down over a knee.
* * *
I took to the luchador training like a duck to water. Alvaro was shocked to find how quickly I mastered the various moves and in about nine weeks, I would have my first public appearance as "Vektor"on the schedule. My opponent would be a Latino named Xavier Castro - he was about my height, well-muscled, with thick, wavy black hair cut in short fade, but only weighed about one-eighty. He sort of reminded me of myself before my first dose of Transanabol.
The first time we met, he gave me a big hug - "Dios, you're huge!". His hands moved down to massage my ass. He winked and grinned and I returned the smile. His ebullient expression lit up the room.
Alvaro chimed in "Javi is one of the cruiserweight local champs. I thought it would be a good idea for you two to square off and get "Vektor" introduced in the Triple-A community."
Javi nodded and picked up the conversation. "We should work out how we're gonna fight. I'll put up a good front, but you're gonna win... this time. I'll have a re-challenge match in a week or two and then you'll wind up on the mat." He paused. "Alvi, since Chuy is so big, you've been training him about going down and going easy on his partner, right?"
Alvaro nodded. "Chuy has been training overtime in those areas. No worries. He's even better with that than the llaves and lances!"
* * *
The match was fantastic. The crowd at the local arena was packed and of course, I didn't receive much of a welcome since Javi was the local celebrity. We put up a spectacular show, with each of us spinning and flying through the air and 'beating' each other up. Back and forth we went, with multiple two-counts as the crowd roared in approval. Finally, I pinned Javi with a Huracarrana and won the match. Despite my relative obscurity, I received happy shouts and yells from the audience which grew even louder when I pulled Javi to his feet, embraced him and raised his hand over our heads. "Nice move, Chuy.", he whispered to me. "Want to continue our bout at my house? I've got a king-sized bed and lots of lube..."
It was a bit of a surprise to find that almost all of the professional wrestling community was full of absolutely NICE guys and I was welcomed with open arms. All the behaviors you see on the screen are just a role they play. Many of them are best friends and all of them are fantastic actors. Thanks to all of the guys I met (and 'fought'), my reputation grew and grew, and I became well-known as an luchador sensation to be reckoned with in a relatively short span of time. All the better to get Dominic's attention.
At last, the trap was set. I was scheduled to be in the title match for WWE's Friday Night Smackdown and my opponent was going to be a huge six foot-nine inch 'Viking' wrestler by the stage name of 'Gallowglass'. Cap told me that Dominic had ordered front-row seats for the event. One of the WWE producers would ask him if he'd like to meet 'the up and coming luchador' after the match. The rest was now up to me.
Larry and I ('Larry Ledbetter' was Gallowglass' real name) were backstage. One of the WWE assistants was with us and receiving last minute instructions from his headset.
"Okay fellas, Mark is going to be starting the introduction to the bout in forty-five seconds. Chuy, you're going out last since your nominally the challenger. Larry, you're out first. Good luck, guys!"
"Ready, Chuy?"
"I think so. How long should we go? Five minutes?"
Larry quirked his lips. "Let's go for seven. I'll flash the signal to the announcer for how long the bout is going to last." (Just like mind-reading, there was an entire 'vocabulary' of gestures and actions that telegraphed important information to the officials, Ed.)
"I'm going to smack you around a bit at the start since I'm bigger than you."
"Bigger an' Fatter, you mean, ese..."
"Aw, shuddup, Chuy...not every wrestler can look like a jacked-up porn star like you!" he laughed. "You need to be wobbling around the ring from the assaults.Then the tide will turn and you'll start doing your luchador moves on me, I'll stagger about, recover a bit, then you'll hit me with that spin move."
"The Mistica?"
"Yeah, that one. I'll get knocked flat and the ref will get to a two-count and I'll bounce you off. You jump onto the top rope come right back down on me. The ref will do a three-count and you'll be the winner. Sounds good?"
The assistant ran past us. "Have fun Chuy - you too Larry! Here we go! And Larry, remember to look angry and crazy when you stomp out to the ring.... twenty seconds!!!"
BRUNO
The announcer entered the ring, tapped the mike and began to speak.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND NO TIME LIMIT! INTRODUCING THE FORMER TAG TEAM CHAMPION, WEIGHING IN AT 275 POUNDS, FROM SVALBARD, SWEDEN, GALLOWGLASS!"
The crowd roared its disapproval as the tall, heavily inked and bearded wrestler entered the arena. He glared around angrily and yelled at the rafters as he stomped towards and entered the ring.
"AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM OAXACA CITY, MEXICO... WEIGHING IN AT 112 KILOS, THE LUCHADOR OF THE MOMENT, AND MAKING HIS DEBUT HERE AT SMACKDOWN, VEKTOR!!!"
The Latino was tall - over six feet - and every oiled muscle on his hairless body stood out in chiseled perfection. He was wearing colorful metallic wrestling tights, boxing boots and a coordinating luchador mask that laced up the back and covered his entire head and face. He was completely clean except for just a few tattoos on his arms. The crowd's reaction was exactly the opposite from Gallowglass - he was greeted with cheers as he shook hands with various members of the audience as he trotted down the aisle and into the squared circle. As soon as the bell rang, the two were at each other.
"Damn, look at that luchador! He's amazing!! Built like a porn star and that smooth, caramel skin is so fuckin' HOT. I wouldn't mind having his cock up my ass and splitting me in half anytime!"
Dominic Vance, my boss, chuckled. "You're SO right, Bruno... but I'd like to slam him over a table and fill his ass with cum first." He gave me a sidelong glance, "Who knows, maybe we can do a threesome..."
It was strange how all of us - including Dom - had started turning gay. I was a happily married guy with two kids, but over the past couple of months, all of us working for Dominic realized that we had the undeniable urge to suck dick and ass-fuck guys. It started with the boss. One night, after he had nailed a real difficult deal between two of the Families, he looked at me and said, "Bruno - I want to fuck you in the ass. Stretch over that table."
First off, my boss isn't the type you say 'No' to, not if you don't want to disappear and eventually get found decomposing in the pine barrens of New Jersey. Second, it wasn't something I hadn't been thinking about myself. The initial penetration hurt like fuck - and he wasn't a believer in going easy on anyone - but I got used to it - so did all the other guys working for him - and we got together ourselves as well. We all liked it rough, but none of us were as violent with each other as Dominic. My favorite was Perry the cook. He was a young, medium-built guy with a goatee and a sweet smile, and we enjoyed slipping into the pantry with a big tub of Crisco where we'd kiss and slow-fuck each other.
Dom and I watched the bout as the big Viking was beating the shit out of the Latino, but he got his wind back and starting going heavy on his opponent. Back and forth it went, but eventually, the luchador locked his legs around the Viking's neck and spun him to the mat. He almost had him, but he got bucked off after an almost-three count. The Latino hopped onto the top rope and did a flying tackle on the bigger guy, knocking him out and winning.
It was a great bout, and my cock was ready to burst out of my pants looking at Vektor's sweaty, muscular body; Dominic was literally drooling as well. I had to tap him several times to get his attention and handed him a handkerchief to sop up his spit.
A WWE assistant came over to us. "Mr. Vance, would you like to meet Vektor? He saw you cheering him on and would like to say thank you for the support."
Dom beamed. "Of course, I'd love to meet such a fantastic luchador!"
* * *
CHUY
"What an amazing bout, Vektor! You were absolutely amazing! I thought that Mistica you put on Gallowglass would have finished him, but I'm so glad you were able to pin him afterwards! Beautiful moves and a well deserved win for you!"
I played dumb. "I saw you were pretty excited durin' the match. I wanted to say 'gracias' for the cheers an' support an' stuff... you know Lucha?"
He smiled. "It's my favorite sport!" He paused. "Would you be willing to come by for a ... 'private demonstration' of some Lucha moves in my duplex? I'd make it worth your while..."
It was lucky that my mask hid my entire face - I couldn't help but grin like an idiot at how Vance was almost salivating to get me alone.
" 'Private', huh? Lemme think about that..."
We both knew what he was asking, but this was the game and we were both playing it.
"A thousand dollars."
I chuckled. "I can't turn down that kinda money... okay. Lemme get cleaned up and I'll come by. What's your address?" Dominic pulled out a platinum case and handed me one of his business cards. "I can be there in an hour or so? Is that good for you, jefe?"
I could make out the mad, sexual gleam in his eyes. Me calling him 'jefe' was the icing on the cake.
"Perfect! We'll see you then!" The two of them turned to leave. Vance paused and turned around, "Vektor?"
"Si, jefe?"
"Don't forget to bring a mask..."
"No worries, jefe... see you soon!"
* * *
Vance's building was well kept, but gaudy. I had let Cap know what was going down and he assured me that everything would be recorded. I was greeted at the desk and was told to go up to the twenty-second floor. I was dressed in a tight, ruby-red Underarmour compression tee, snug jeans and white leather sneakers. A backpack was thrown over one shoulder.
"Jeez - you're handsome as fuck!" He immediately reddened at his involuntary comment.
I clapped him on the shoulder. "¡Gracias, guapo! ¡Tú tampoco te quedas atrás! (Thanks, handsome! Well, you ain't nothin' to sneeze at either!!, Ed.) Is el jefe ready for me? ¿Cómo te llamas?" I could tell that he had probably gotten almost the same dosage of erotropin as the fixer and was reacting me in the same way. Pure. Unbridled. Lust.
"I'm Bruno. What's yours?"
"Chuy."
He looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Chuy, but I've got to wand you before you see the boss. Just procedure."
I put out my arms and spread my legs. "No problemo, Bruno. I unnerstand. But jus' so you know, I'm wearin' three steel cockrings."
He nearly dropped the device. "W-what??" The poor guy had broken out in a sweat and was trying hard (and failing) not to tremble. I could see his dick slithering down the leg of his pants, so I played this for all it was worth.
I gave him a big, bright grin. "Keeps my junk up an' out an' always ready for action... you wanna see? I don' wanna get you in trouble if that wand goes off an' you didn't check..."
He sputtered as I unzipped my jeans (I was commando) and pulled them down for him to see my smooth, semi-stiff, steel-shod package. He was turning as red as my shirt as I guided his other hand onto my junk. "Really makes an impression, right? Feels great, too! I wear 'em all the time when I'm not trainin' or in the ring..." I reached out and stroked his package. "Looks like you got some nice equipment también... you should try it!"
"C-Christ Almighty..." It most have taken all of his self-control and discipline not to kneel down and suck me off right then and there. I pulled up my jeans and rezipped them. "I jus' got some heavy-duty lube an' my mask in the backpack. You wanna check?"
"N-no, Chuy... that's okay. Y-you can g-go in..." He reached back and twisted the knob to open the door.
I stroked around his lips with my index finger and gave him a wink. "Maybe we can have some fun too, guapo!"
With that, I went in to see Vance.
* * *
The fixer was waiting for me; he was wearing a silk bathrobe and I got a wicked grin when I entered the room and he raised his eyebrows in appreciation.
"Vektor, you are a very, very, handsome man...."
"Mi nombre es Chuy. Thanks, Jefe. Bruno said the same thing. But I'm jus' lucky to look the way I do. Good genes, I guess."
He pulled a thick envelope from the pocket of his robe and handed it to me.
"First things, first. I'm a man of my word. Here's your thousand dollars.I assume you are aware that I'm not really interested in your lucha techniques??"
I nodded. "I knew what you wanted, Jefe. It's okay with me. I like dick." I shucked off my backpack and tucked the envelope within. "I brought a mask an' some heavy-duty lube. Where can I change?"
Dom's face hardened. "Right here. In front of me. Strip and then put on your mask."
I gave him a sexy smile as I pulled the stretchy tee shirt over my head, and sat down in a chair to remove my sneakers and jeans. In a moment, I was buck naked except for my c-rings. He looked at my package and gulped.
"Good Lord, you're enormous!"
I grinned back at him as I removed the mask and the big jar of HyperLube from the backpack. "I make sure I exercise all my muscles all the time, boss..."
Even semi-hard, the size of my cock had unnerved him. He slipped out of the robe and we stood naked facing each other. "Put on your mask and then stretch yourself over that table. I want to fuck you like you're a piece of property!"
I pulled the mask over my head and then proceeded to tighten the laces and tuck the ends under the edge. I stretched myself over the large table and spread my legs apart.
"At last..." I felt him stroke the muscles along my sides, back and shoulders. "You're such an amazing piece of meat...." I could tell he opened the lube when the strong smell filled the air. In a moment, he grabbed my hips and thrust himself into my guts.
I have to be honest here. Since most of the guys I have sex with have been on Transanabol for a while, all of our cocks have gotten to be at least ten inches long. And thick. Dom's cock felt like someone was poking me with their pinky. The high dose of Erotropin he had been getting was getting him sex-crazed, but no larger than he was before. He was grunting and vocalizing as he pumped into me and after about ten minutes of his less-than-impressive performance, he yowled and I felt a dribble of warmth in my guts ... again, nothing to speak about since I'm used to getting filled up with literally gallons of spunk from the other guys at the Four-One, as well as getting the same explosive quantities of cum from Inti, Berto, Dani or his friends at the Greasetank.
He panted as he withdrew. "That was fantastic! I've always wanted to fuck a Luchador and having it be someone like you was even more spectactular. I..."
He stopped in mid-sentence as I turned around and grabbed his chin. I put my masked face next to his. "An' I know what else you wanted, too..." I tightened my grip.
"Tell me what you want, Jefe...I don' got all night..."
There was a combination of trepidation and lust on his face. "I..."
"¿Qué quieres, viejo?" (What do you want, old man? ,Ed.) I shook him.
"I want you to split me open, Vektor... I... I want to feel that big Latino cock inside of me."
I slammed him facedown on the table. "Don' move, old man..."
I slathered my cock with HyperLube, and as he did with me, I slammed my hard, ten inches into his ass until my balls hit his asscheeks. But there was a night-and-day difference between his equipment and mine.
He screamed as I breached him. Bruno burst into the room, gun drawn and stared at the tableau in shock; his boss over the table, screaming, pounding and clawing at the wood surface as a masked Latino jackhammered his massive cock into his chute. He lowered the gun and gave me a smile. "It's nice to see the boss is finally getting what he gives all of us..."
"You're next, guapo! Lemme finish givin' El Jefe the ride he's been waitin' for...." I continued to pound the fixer's butt until I roared and emptied a massive load of cum into his guts. I pulled out and Vance slid panting to the floor as the silvery goo dribbled out of his ass.
I turned to the bodyguard. "Wanna have that fun now, guapo?" He reholstered his gun and a bright grin split his face as he literally tore off his clothes to be my next conquest.
* * *
The horsefucking I gave Vance must have blown open his sexual floodgates. I was given the opportunity to see the video (and audio) of my performance and was shocked to find that Vance's bodyguard had been seconded into the role of finding more black and brown men to rape his boss. "Poor Bruno... that cabrón has made him into a pimp in reverse..."
We - Cap and myself - were in Sal Guidice's office, along with Frank Ferrara - Sal's right-hand-man. The four of us were appalled by the sheer volume of men that were going to Vance's apartment on a regular basis and thanks to the hidden recorders (I'm positive Cap got the equipment from the guys at the Castle), we were treated to full 4K movies of Dominic's descent into a power-bottom.
The mob boss frowned. "I'm really sorry we had to put your through that, Officer Calderón...but these videos are going to shut down Dominic for good. If there are two things that the Families detest, it's indiscretion and such a total lack of control."
"It's okay, Mr. Giudice... it wasn't no big deal for me." I grinned and held up my pinky. Everyone - including Cap - laughed. "But I really did appreciate the chance to become a pro-wrestler!"
"Zackie said we could always count on anyone from the Forty First precinct..." Frank was a professional hitman from the West Coast and on the Godfather Lucio Giambi's suggestion, had come east to help Sal run his business. Like me and Zack, he was gay as well, but always kept a tight lid on his predilections. Ferrara was wearing a blue striped shirt that was half open to show his herculean physique; I could tell that his smooth skin and bald head was the result of a high-end profession wax job The sleeves were rolled up and a highly detailed Aztec tribal tattoo started on the back of one hand, covered his entire lower arm and vanished into the material that looked ready to burst.
"By the way, Chuy, have we met? I'm getting the distinct impression that I know you from somewhere, but I can't put my finger on it."
Damn, that's scary ... considering I look completely different now. Of course we did. We met at Zack's when I was Ray-Ray Johnson and I got a deep French kiss and an ass-rub from you before you left to whack someone.
"I don't think so, Mr. Ferrara... I'm from Guatemala an' I've only been in America now for ten months, mas o menos."
"Tanner, Chuy... I can't thank you enough for all your assistance in this matter. I know we can't be seen in public together, but would you please consider having dinner with us? I want to show my appreciation for the sacrifices and dangers I had put you through... the menu includes seared scallops with a black truffle puree, lobster ravioli, risotto, porterhouse steaks, osso bucco and of course, dessert! I'll ask Zackie if he can come over as well!"
Cap smiled, which was a rarity for him - 'We'd love to, Sal - thank you! Everything sounds delicious!"
* * *
SAL
My intercom buzzed. "Sal, Mr. Vance is here."
"Send him in."
The door opened and Dominic Vance entered my office. Frank was standing behind me and the fixer looked a bit perturbed at the somber and massive guy behind me.
"Sal, what can I do for you? I normally don't hear anything from you or the Molanto's so this must be something important."
"It is." I hit the 'Play' button on the portable DVD player on my desk and turned it around for him. Dom blanched as the evidence of the prolificacy of his sexual abberations played on on the screen. The dirtbag put on a show of bravado and closed the player.
"So what? I'm a faggot. Big deal. So's your godson."
I gave him a slight grin. "There's a huge difference. Everyone ... and I mean everyone... in all the Families from the top down - every boss, every capo, every wife and every daughter - loves Zackie. He's got his own businesses, he's an amazing artist, forger and counterfeiter and he's always willing to assist in any Family business. Anything anyone tells him is always held in the strictest of confidence and they trust him implicitly because he's proved it. He even returns money if he thinks payment for his services is too much. And sexually, I've drilled it into him to always be discreet. But everybody fucking hates you, Dom. While they think they need you, they never know when you're gonna turn on them. What if the Families see these videos? You're getting fucked by black and brown scum every chance you get! You're a pig! You're not even the one doing the fucking! You're a liability now. This level of indiscretion would wind you up at the bottom of the East River!"
Frank interrupted. A small grin creased strongly-chiseled his face. "Or getting blown to bits in his car. That would be a far more spectacular and much more of an object lesson, Sal. Particularly if I limit the blast radius to a couple of feet on either side of the vehicle..."
I nodded and continued. "I'm offering you a chance to get out of the business. Retire. Enjoy yourself."
Vance growled. "You sonofabitch!" The weasel knew when he was outclassed.
I shrugged and gestured behind me. "Frank will be taking over for the time being. I expect you to cooperate with him. No funny business."
"And just who the fuck are you?"
"Sorry, I should have introduced you. Dominic Vance, this is Frank Ferrara."
Dom turned even paler than before. " 'Frankie the Phantom' ?" The hitman from the West Coast?"
"The very same. Frank's helping me out here and came highly recommended by Lucio." I grinned and looked over my shoulder at the massive assassin. "Although I've heard it said that he has a bit of a sordid reputation. Haven't seen it though..."
"I wouldn't call it 'sordid', Sal... I'd say more unpredictably inventive and excruciatingly painful." The smile never left Frank's face, but his eyes flattened as he looked at Vance. The fixer shivered.
"Frank will be over in your office in a few hours. And thanks to Lucio, we can absolutely verify all your documentation... or lack thereof. And if anything is up here..." I pointed to my temple. "...we'll get it just as easily. The level of pain will be completely up to you. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes, Sal." The fixer looked broken.
"Now get the hell out of my office." Dom stood up, shoulders slumped and left.
I grinned at the assassin. "Work on his bodyguard. I think Bruno will be quite appreciative of your... attentions. I want you to see if he's good material for us." I knew Frank was gay as well, but like Zackie, that did nothing to change my opinion of him or appreciate his amazing talents.
Frank chuckled. "My thoughts, exactly, Sal. Great minds think alike." He got up and walked to the door.
"Frank..." I paused. "...when we get everything in shape, get rid of him. I don't like loose ends. But no explosions, okay. Just something nice and quiet. Have him take a trip he never returns from."
My second-in-command gave me a thumbs-up. "Works for me, boss. I'll see you later and give you a status report."
* * *
CHUY
"Damn, I look fantastic!" I struck a few poses in the mirror and grinned at my reflection. I was massive and ripped before I started the Lucha-dor instruction, but all of that intense acrobatic training and the wrestling competitions over the past six months had really paid off - I was even bigger and more defined than ever now. I had pulled on a gold metallic thong and that material just accentuated my smooth, caramel skin and ink.
Inti was happy as a clam to have me home again, and starting next week, I'd be back on patrol with Tito. The four of us (Tito, Berto, Inti and myself) were going to have a big steak tenderloin dinner to celebrate my coming home and then have some hard-core and brutal sex to top it off.
I pulled a wrestling mask onto my head - tightening the paracord as I moved down the lacing ladder; then made a reef knot and tucked the ends up and into the edge at the back.
I left the bedroom and stood in the dining room with my arms crossed over my chest. Inti, Tito and Berto just stared at me in shock.
"OK... entonces, ¿quién quiere que lo folle un luchador?" (OK ... so who wants to get fucked by a luchador?", Ed.)
* * *
Well, this story took a lot longer than I expected. I kept getting 'lost in the weeds' with details that really didn't add to the overall plot and just served to make it harder and harder to form a coherent whole. I originally had thought to have Chuy working for Dani as a 'wrestler' for some gay videos or private engagements, but I eventually soured on that idea as the main point. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made to re-introduce Sal Giudice and Frank Ferrara - top men in the Molanto crime family - as the reason for Chuy taking on this assignment. Sal, of course, knows a bit about what goes on with Zack and his Conversion process; his godson's clients are not only the patrolmen and their associates of the Four-One. That information isn't shared - even with Zack's godfather. Frank has yet to be filled in on this information, but that will be made clear to him in good time.
