Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

"I guess that gets them all except the young American, and we can move on to Venice soon," Hugo said later that evening. "It was a good haul here—nearly enough to cover the expenses of the entire season. The priest paid as much as the other two put together. I guess this is what his seminary sent him here to avoid and he doesn't want them to know he can't kick the habit."

Both of them gave a little laugh at that.

"The priest should have paid double. He was the cruelest of all," Eric said. But then Eric, who was really named Kurt, added, "We can move on now, if you wish, Horst. I've taken care of the American."

"He's already fucked you?"

"Repeatedly." Kurt was smiling.

"So, that's where you went at night?"

"Yes."

"I'm not surprised. He is the youngest and sexiest of the group. I rather thought he would be fucking you by now. I don't begrudge you having it off with a muscular man nearer your age. But you gave it to him for free? Is that what you're saying?"

"No, go look in the pocket of my trousers."

Horst rose off the bed and padded over to the chair where Kurt's clothes were neatly folded. He fished around in the pockets, and a big smile was planted on his face when he came up with a gold chain and watch fob with three deep-red rubies embedded on the fob. "You noticed that I liked this."

"Yes. I lifted that the first night I let him fuck me." Kurt saw no reason to mention the elaborate assignation between Biddle and him for the fuck in the alley during the carnival—nor to mention the two muscular, hung fisherman afterward. He did wonder, with some amusement, though, when those men realized that they were missing their money clips. "He's either never noticed or has written it off as being owed to me for the cocking. I have a few other trinkets that should be worth a bit too."

"Tomorrow morning, then," Horst said, as he returned to the bed, gently pushed the stretched-out naked body of the son who wasn't his son onto his belly, mounted the young blond's buttocks, and began a slow, deep, bareback fuck. Kurt moaned deeply—but not deeply enough to disturb the reading of the woman in the adjoining room, who was Katie, not Ingrid, and wasn't related to—or particularly interested in—either of the men as long as they paid her regularly for her easy pretense.