Muscle Tony Goes Home 12-The Rescue[2]

[banania7]

Payton watched Benji finishing the pizza, handing him a can of pop to wash it down with. They sat in silence after that, Payton not wanting to leave the boy alone right away. Suddenly, Benji thought he heard a dull thud coming from the other side of the door, and he looked over at Payton, but he appeared too lost in thought to have noticed. 'Maybe, it's Tony', he dared hoping to himself.

Marcello dragged the guard away from the door, using all the strength in his 5'4" body to move the mammoth man. He eyed the door handle, wondering how he'd get passed the security pinpad. 'Well, let's see just how strong I really am', he thought, grasping the handle mightily. He labored for a while, straining and pulling without any success. Frustrated, he stepped back a moment, contemplating, 'What would Tony do now?'

Then he remembered something. Tony always seemed to grow even stronger when he had no clothes on. He'd witnessed it at the police station, and again with the surveillance car. 'It's worth a try,' he thought with a shrug, 'after all, we are brothers.' Marcello's shirt was already clinging to his bulging body, streaked with sweat and dirt. He just ripped it clean off, savouring the air on his hulking chest. Then, he kicked off his sneakers and socks, before pulling off his tattered shorts. Standing there in his underwear, he felt something primal occur inside, pumping his near-naked body with renewed power. A feeling of invulnerability thickened his cock immediately. 'OK, he thought, no time for that right now.'

He grabbed the door handle again, and noticed with amazement that this time, it started to give way immediately. he closed his eyes, redoubling his efforts, thinking, 'I'm stronger than you,' as he growled and roared savagely. And bit by bit, the 12-inch thick door started to open, submitting to the power of this brawny muscle-teen. Finally, with a defeated 'pop,' the door opened completely, and Marcello stomped inside, dirty, naked and hugely pumped, much to the astonishment of the two people inside.

Tony approached his dad, placing his own hand over his father's, panic seizing him at the thought of his father harming his little friend. His dad pulled his hand away. 'Please, Dad, don't hurt Benji. I promise, I'll do anything you want--take over the business, follow all your orders---anything. You can do whatever you want to me, just leave him alone.'

Gio was silent a moment, dragging smugly from his cigarette before putting down the remote. He pulled Tony's head into his lap. 'Well, now--that's more like it! Looks like we've found the right motivation.' He tapped his dirty fingernails on Tony's head. 'Still, I think you've been a very naughty boy and very disrespectful towards your daddy--wouldn't you agree, Tony?' Tony lifted his head, nodding submissively. 'There, I knew you'd agree. And naughty boys need punishment. I mean, imagine, a son raising a hand towards his dad in anger! Unacceptable! I think you need to be punished, just like I did when you were a little boy.'

Gio grabbed his son, trying his best to manoeuver his dead weight over his legs. 'Lay yourself across my thighs,' he growled. Tony assumed the position, his spectacular muscle butt poised right underneath Gio's hand. Gio grabbed the waistband of Tony's underwear, pulling them down to reveal the two perfect globes. 'Just remember, son, you made me do this.' Then Gio started--smacking Tony's ass with his hand, pummeling him repeatedly. He kept up his attack, until he was exhausted, his breath ragged and his palm was red and stinging. Tony remained silent through the whole ordeal, which only angered his father more. He grabbed his belt, trying to use the buckle to inflict more punishment. 'How's that boy---have you had enough, are you ready to submit to your father?' Still Tony was silent, not uttering a single sound. Gio pushed him off his lap, forcing Tony to stand up in front of him.

'Let's see how you like this!' he screamed, balling up his fists. He started punching Tony, flailing away at him, targeting his rock-hard midsection. Again, he got no reaction, so he tried to attack the more vulnerable areas: the kidneys, the small of his back, the solar plexus. Finally, he had to stop, doubled over in fatigue. Tony just stood there, his face impassive.

Angrily, Gio lunged at him, slapping him in the face. 'Wipe that smirk off your face, you little bastard! You think you're better than me? I'm gonna find some way to make you suffer!' Crazed, Gio stalked around the room, pulling down books from their shelves like a madman. He reached behind a large volume, pulling something out. Smiling, he turned back towards Tony. 'Maybe these will wipe that smile off your face.' Tony looked down at his father's hand, which was holding a shiny set of brass knuckles. 'How do you think your little brother got that black eye, huh Tony?'

Marcello approached Payton, who inspite of his overwhelming size advantage, found himself backing up from this miniature muscletank, who looked ready to tear the whole house down. 'Benji, are you alright?' Benji nodded softly at his friend. 'Hi Payton, I never thought we'd meet again, after that day. In fact, if I remember correctly, my brother warned you about ever crossing paths with him again.' He looked up at Payton, undaunted by the disparity between them. 'Of course, Tony's not here---so I guess I'll have to take his place. And as you can see, I've changed a bit since the last time you saw me.' Then Marcello slowly and deliberately inflated every muscle on his body, crunching into a devastating, power-packed, most-muscular pose. Payton's mouth went dry at the sight. 'Benji, sweetheart, Marcello said, more softly, I want you to wait outside.'

Overcome by desperation, Payton tried to grab Benji, who skilfully eluded his grasp. Suddenly enraged, Marcello squared on Payton. 'Trying to shield yourself with a defenceless little boy---you fucking coward! Well this boy is going to beat you like a man!' Marcello advanced on him, knocking him to the ground. Payton immediately covered up, trying to withstand Marcello's blows. Still, Payton had a tremendous size advantage, and he used his leverage to kick Marcello off, sending him crashing to the floor. Payton tried to escape, but Marcello grabbed his leg, pulling the huge man back effortlessly. Then Marcello roared, kicking the door shut, trapping his prisoner inside. Turning back towards Payton, who was backing into the corner, he grabbed the only piece of furniture in the room, a steel table. It was riveted into the floor, but with a massive grunt, Marcello ripped it free. Then he started dismantling it, ripping it apart with his bare hands as Payton cowered away from him. Grabbing one of the legs in his hand, he advanced on his enemy, his eyes black with fury. 'OK, BIG MAN, TIME TO FINISH THIS!'

Gio didn't bother with Tony's abs this time, using the brass knuckles to attack areas where he could do the most damage. He battered Tony's face, crushing it repeatedly. He'd rear back, pounding his cheeks and his mouth, finally slicing Tony's lip open. 'Not so tough now, are you, you little punk. You holier-than-thou little asshole! Gio got behind him, sucker-punching him incessantly, until Tony started to grimace slightly from the pain. "yeah, that's right, Daddy's in control now!' He danced around Tony, taunting him like a boxer. Come on beg me to stop--beg me to forgive you!' Tony just looked at him, one eye swelling shut. 'I don't care what you do to me--just don't hurt Benji.'

Gio stopped his dancing, utterly enraged. 'STILL--that's all you care about--that little faggot! Don't you know what I could do for you--what we could do together? I know how to fix this!' He threw down the brass knuckles. 'CARLETTO, get in here!' One of the goons arrived hastily. 'I've decided, we don't need the ransom money. Get rid of the boy.' Carletto nodded, exiting immediately.

'NO, DAD, PLEASE DON'T-I'M BEGGING YOU!'

'Too late, son. I have to eliminate distractions. But hey, I'm not such a bad guy. I'll even give you one last look at your friend. Gio reached for the remote as Tony watched in horror. But what he saw on the screen took him by surprise. 'What the hell is going on here?!' Gio grumbled, nervously. In the middle of the secure room, there was a body laying motionless. It was still trussed up like a turkey, but it was clearly too big to be Benji's. The room around the body looked like a hurricane had hit it. Starting to panic slightly, Gio managed to zoom in closer, noticing a note that lay next to the prisoner, written in a clear, childlike script. In horror, Gio mouthed the words written there, making his blood run cold.

Tony, Benji's safe. Take care of Dad. Marcello.


Gio turned towards the door, ready to scream for his guards. But Tony was already there, securing his own prisoner with an efficient 'click' of the lock. He was bloody and bruised, but the look in his eyes was of anything but a victim. He moved towards his father, who was now screaming at the top of his lungs, effectively drowning out the sound of his bodyguards, who were desperately pounding on the door, trying to get in to save him.

[TheMM]

Originally Posted by banania7

Tony, Benji's safe. Take care of Dad. Marcello.


Gio turned towards the door, ready to scream for his guards. But Tony was already there, securing his own prisoner with an efficient 'click' of the lock. He was bloody and bruised, but the look in his eyes was of anything but a victim. He moved towards his father, who was now screaming at the top of his lungs, effectively drowning out the sound of his bodyguards, who were desperately pounding on the door, trying to get in to save him.

Sucks to be Gio right now, don't it?

[tagsnola]

You always leave us panting and out of breath, and waiting with baited breath for what is to come.

It seems that Benji has won the hearts to the two mightiest studs in town, Tony and Marcello, something their own brute of a father could never do.

This story has definitely taken its place among the classics in this forum. Thanks so much for your work on this!

[Anubis9653]

About damn time Gio gets his clock cleaned. Great story so far.

[Excelsior]

HohoHoooo!!!!!

God do I ever love this story!

Ye'd better fecking well hurry up wth the next chapter!!!

[philat99]

Man, do I love this story! Marcello reminds me of good old Mighty Mouse singing "Here I come to save the day!!!"I can only imagine what you've got in store for Gio and his henchmen.
Mike

[V.R.Goh]

He's gonna get it now!

[ottm]

Time for some Father & Son bonding...physically, like Incest