Guess where my dick's gonna be?

Under Co. Bitch I'm the bomb like tick, tick.

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Ned, how much money do you think should go toward buying more fucking flamingos? They keep fucking dying off.

"That’s a good one, Ben."

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"I wish I was joking. It's becoming a real fucking problem." 

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"Oh, I don't, do I?" Ben asks with a broken laugh as he pulls out his cock. He's not erect either, not yet. And now Ned is kicking and squirming, so Ben slaps him on the ass hard as a warning. He grabs one of his ass cheeks, digging his fingernails into it. "Stop fucking moving!" He's loud and slurring, and Ned is so pathetic underneath him. 

"No, Ned, I don't want you to leave! I want you to stay RIGHT HERE!" And he strokes himself, still not quite erect, but goddamn he wants to fuck him. He wants to hurt him. He wants to hear Ned screaming. "You're pathetic! You're fucking useless, and no one listens to you! You're nothing! You're absolutely fucking nothing!" 

Is he talking to himself or Ned? 

His cock is finally erect, and he doesn't even prepare Ned or get lube before shoving himself inside. It's too tight. It hurts. But he keeps pushing forward, trying to fight Ned's resistance. 

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Ben tenses slightly when he feels Sid resting against him. It feels nice. It reminds him that Sid won't hurt him, that this is just -- this is their game, but it's never about breaking trust. They like it rough. They like it hard and unforgiving. But they always have each other. The trust and love between them makes Ben's chest swell with emotion. He loves Sid, maybe has always loved Sid, as strongly as he's loved Esther (except, it seems like his love for her has faded). He exhales a deep breath through his nose, relaxing. It feels nice. 

But then Sid pulls away and smacks him hard, and Ben shouts against the ball because god fucking damn it he hadn't been expecting it. His ass stings more, and he squirms. Sid is ruthless, always making him wait for it, making him guess when the next hit will come. It drives Ben crazy, and he's whining by the end of it, because now his ass is really starting to hurt from how hard Sid's hitting him. Ben wails when Sid bites him, and he thrusts his hips forward because he wants--needs to be touched. He bows his head when Sid finally stops, panting loudly through his nose. His body is trembling and won't stop. "Ffmmk," He moans through the gag.

Ben stares up at him weakly, more salvia running down his chin. He does not break contact as Sid speak, as he gets down on his knees. He keeps his eyes on him as he -- kisses his cock. Ben whines. It feels wet and warm. He wants more. He obeys SId when he tells him not to move, but it's hard to keep still while the man sucks him off. "Mm!" 

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Ben doesn't hear him screaming. He hears himself screaming inside of his mind. He hears Meyer in his head. He hears pain and agony and god this creature beneath him is so pathetic. But in Ned's features, he can see himself. Bright and young, stupid and naive, thinking the world is ahead of him. Ben doesn't see him bring up his fist, but he feels it. 

"You fucking hit me," He says, when he realizes it, when his head stops spinning a little bit. Ned is trying to get away. No. He came here tonight. He deserves this. Badgering him over and over, making him believe that he cared about Ben, that he liked what they were doing...

Ben punched him hard in the face once, twice. Then he rips the tie from around his neck and forces Ned's hands above him, tying them together as tight as he can. He punches him again and then gets off the floor, lifting up Ned into his arms, carrying him to the bed. He throws him on and gets on top of him again, ripping down his pants, flipping him over so he's on his stomach. When he has Ned's pants down at his ankles, he fumbles with his own fly. "i'll fucking show you!"

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Ben steps over the glass, feeling it through his socks, as he goes over to the bar in the living room, where they currently are. He is in some kind of daze, and he opens a bottle of whiskey and takes a swig right out of the bottle. He's never felt so powerless before, so uncertain about what happens next. This is what he gets for going into the business route of things. This is what he gets for having dreams. Charlie and Meyer never really believed in him, did they? Even though he ran his own fucking mob in New York, even though was running one here in Los Angeles now. They'll never see him as anyone but that fucked up kid from the Lower East Side. Bugsy. Chaye. You fucking screwball. 

He doesn't know how many fingers of liquor he swallows before he registers the need to breathe. He puts the bottle down, bowing his shoulders. For a moment, he even forgets Ned is in the room. He's right. Don't think about the murder rap anymore. Move forward. Move forward. He can still do the Flamingo without anyone's help. He'll use his own money. He'll make it work. This is going to revolutionize Vegas. He'll get to do it legally for once. He saw how well the system worked. He can make it better --

His head is pounding, but he's certain he heard Ned right, talking about Meyer. About maturity. Restraint. "What, you don't think I already got those qualities?" Ben snaps, turning back to him. Of course he doesn't. He's always been a loose canon, but he doesn't like hearing it from a nobody. A nobody who knew nothing about Meyer--except Ben fucking hates that he's right. "Do you think you know him? Do you think you know him at fucking all!?" Ben shouts at him, stepping toward him, barely able to walk in a straight line. But soon, he's close to Ned, has a strong grip on his arms, shakes him. "YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING, DON'T YOU, MR. FUCKING LAWYER? YOU THINK YOU KNOW MY FRIEND MEYER, YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKING SMART!" He screams right in his face before throwing him back, toward the hall, toward his bedroom. He follows and pushes him again, just wanting to make something hurt as bad as he does in this moment. He throws Ned to the ground and kicks him a few times, before grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to his bedroom. 

When they're in there, Ben lets go of him but is on top of him on the floor, ripping open his clothes. He places a hand on Ned's neck, keeping him down as he goes to rip off his belt. "I'll show you, I'll show you," He doesn't even know what he's doing, not really. He just wants something to bleed. Something to ache. Something to feel as out of control as he does. 

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The gag stretches his mouth, forcing it open, forcing his teeth to clamp down on the hard ball in his mouth. Ben whines as Sid ties it around his head. He can already feel some drool forming on the corner of his mouth, sneaking down his chin. Fuck, this is so humiliating. He nods as Sid talks. He would. He'd love to have Sid in this position, moaning for him, desperate and needy and knowing he would not get off until Ben said. Damn. It's going to be a long night.

"Hnn," He hums against the ball as Sid begins to kiss his neck. Ben closes his eyes, enjoying it, feeling a tingling sensation every time those lips meet his skin. He shudders; he loves having his neck kissed, and it's one of the most sensitive parts of his body. And then he moans loudly because Sid's hand is on him, being torturously slow, stroking him a few times. Ben pathetically thrusts forward, but the touch is gone. He opens his eyes just as Sid moves around him.

Ben moans again when he feels Sid's hand brushing down his back; it tickles, makes him jerk slightly, and then -- whack! He growls into the ball in his mouth, bowing his head forward, feeling the sting on his ass. Sid has a heavy hand.  As if he can relax. Sid hits him a few more times, and Ben grunts and groans, his legs trembling, his cock leaking. God, he loves when Sid hits him. Fifteen sounds like a good number, and Ben nods. The sweat is dripping right off his body, and he can't stop the saliva from dripping down his chin to his chest. He pants through his nose and twists his wrists in the restraints. 

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What the fuck is he even talking about? Ben just stares at him at first, wild-eyed, as Ned speaks. Jasmine-fucking-Fontaine. Legs. That's what Mickey called her. She was involved with Hecky; she was the fucking source of all his grief. No. No, that wasn't true. Hecky was, but the fucker's dead already. But Ned wants her alive, and his friend Joe. He knew there was something going on between them--what the fuck does he care anyway?  "You think I care about your friends," Ben spits, before letting him go, walking away from him, pacing. He rubs his hands over his face. "I have more to fucking worry about than that, Ned!" He shouts, holding out his arms. 

He doesn't believe they'll keep quiet. Everyone's out to get him. Everyone is. Even Virginia. What the fuck was that money in off shore accounts anyway? What the fuck? Is that where the money's been going? Is that why he kept asking for more? But what Ned's saying -- it's resonating through him. He's really dealing with a lot on his plate, why should he waste time when he has all of the photographs, the cameras, everything else... 

"Fine." He says, lowly. "Fine. What do I care? Get that piece of shit cop of yours out of LA, though. Ben sounds defeated. Ned caught him either at the best time to ask a favor or the worst. Ben pinches the bridge of his nose before going over to the bar. "I never want to see his fucking ugly face again in my life." 

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Ben doesn't touch Ned for a few days. In fact, Ben doesn't even fucking think about Ned for days. Instead, he has the world to focus on: blackmail, jail. Murder. Photographs.

The Flamingo.

The Flamingo.

The Flamingo.

Ned gets him and Sid out of jail again. Ben's grateful for that. Ben may even let Ned off for that. But then Ned tells him about Joe and those fucking photographs, and his stupid fucking cop partner. But Ned does not care because Meyer. Meyer, Meyer, Meyer --

Meyer how could you fucking do this to me?

He snaps, throwing the table, trying to keep his cool. And the way Meyer stares at him cuts right through him. He's no better than that eight year old who tried to fucking shoot some cop in a crowd. Meyer will never see him more than a fucking child--and don't even get him started about fucking Charlie. Charlie can suck his hairy balls and then fuck himself with a broken glass bottle. He'd go tell him to fuck himself again, and again. In fact, he would gladly fuck Charlie with a glass bottle and --

Ben throws the bottle of vodka onto the floor of his place. He lives here alone. He's divorced. Virginia has her own place. He's alone. (He screamed at Sid to leave him alone, he needs to be alone -- he's so lonely, he's so scared and alone alone alone -- )

There's a knock at his door. Ben is drunk out of his mind, eyes red, tie gone--he's only in his shirt, which is untucked and collar unbuttoned, and his pants. He'd beaten the shit out of Ned's cop friend, but he barely remembers. All he remembers is this blinding red rage. "What the fuck do you want, Sid!?" He screams, thinking he knows who it is. Thinking he knows who is trying to deal with him. But what if it's Meyer? What if it's Meyer who's come to talk about something that makes fucking sense?

It's neither of them. It's Ned-fucking-Stax. Ben stares at him. This fucking kid keeps crawling back. "What the fuck do you want from me now!?" He shouts, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him inside, slamming him into the wall. "Why are you here!?" 

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"Fuck," Ben cries out as Sid pinches his nipples one last time. Then, he feels Sid's strong hands on his hips, keeping him still. It was already hard enough to move them, and now he was stuck. He pouted. He pouted a lot. He was still pouting when Sid came around in front of him, glaring into those eyes. "Of course I do, sir." He spits, scowling at him. What a little fucker Sid is being. What a little fucker, indeed. Ben kisses him return, unhappy that their bodies aren't pressing together, that he can't grind against him with those hands back on his hips. He bites Sid's lower lip and tugs it out, staring at him hungrily.  "Oh, I fucking hate you." Ben calls out as Sid moves away, going off to the chest. Sid was still in his clothes, but Ben stares at the outline of his body as he finally takes off his clothes. He's humiliated--to be completely naked and at Sid's mercy, while the man is more or less fully clothed. He blushes darkly and looks down at the floor. His legs are trembling. God. He's so desperate already; he doesn't know how he's going to last. But Sid will make him. That's for sure.  "You've got to be fucking kidding me, Sid." Ben shouts when he looks up and sees Sid holding the ball gag. He grimaces. "You just wait for when I have you at my fucking mercy. We'll see who listens to the fucking rules, huh?" He moves his face away defiantly when Sid comes back. Though, Sid's hand is on his jaw, and... 

Ben flickers his gaze to Sid, keeping his mouth shut. Oh, fine. Sid called his mouth pretty, and he knows Sid will enjoy the way it looks strained in a gag. Finally, he opens it, keeping his eyes locked on his lover. 

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She keeps her façade cool as she heard those words, but deep down she was a little hurt by them. Sure, she didn’t seem like the ideal woman to be a mother, but people didn’t know her. They didn’t know how she took care of her siblings from her bastard of a father, and how she fed them by fucking guys for money. Sure she didn’t seem like a role model figure but she was always sure she’d excel in being a mother.

Of course she knew of Millicent and Barbara, and doubted Esther would even want them near her, but she was sure she’d be patient with them, as long as they weren’t being no-neck monsters.

Virginia stood up from her chair and walked over to him, letting her arms wrap around his waist as she snuggled close. "Come on honey, gimme a chance, please?"

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Ben sighs as she comes over to him, but he wraps an arm around her, keeping her close. He rubs circles into her back; he doesn't quite look at her. Ben inhales a deep drag of his cigarette, considering it. Thinking. No. He's getting too old for that shit anyway, and he doesn't even trust people not to come after his current family... And if he and Virginia break up (no one ever stays, not really)... There's more alimony to pay. It's a fucking headache. "Let's not think about this now, huh?" He says with a crocodile smile, trying to force it to please her. "I just want to lie down with you and forget about every other useless fucking thing in this world." 

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When? she wanted to ask. As if Esther will ever let you. she thought. "I never cared about Esther." she huffed, corssing her arms over her chest as she leaned back on the chair once more. "But if you wish for it, then fine."

Her only fear was that Esther would never sign those papers, but Virginia was going to go on with her plan of having children with Benny—divorced or not. It was selfish, but didn’t she deserve to have kids with him too just as Esther did? Virginia didn’t care if she was just a mistress, Benny was with her and she made him happy, warmed his bed. "Thing is, would she agree to it?" 

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Ben pulls out a cigarette and lights it, standing away from her. He inhales a drag and blows smoke through his nose. "She already wants one." Okay, maybe he hasn't kept Virginia updated completely with his life, but was it any of her business? She didn't give a flying fuck about Esther or his girls anyway.

Speaking of which... "Virginia, baby. I got two kids. They're enough of a headache." That's not entirely true. He loves Millicent and Barbara dearly, even if he's not an ideal father. They're his and he looks after them as best he can. He's not perfect. "I don't think I want to be a dad again." 

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Ugh. The mother fucker. Either Sid didn't hear him, or Sid is being a fucking awful tease. Ben figures it's the latter. Bastard. He tugs against the rope again, to no avail. His body trembles, knees and back beginning to ache. God, he isn't even forty yet. His body shouldn't hurt like this already. Ben whines and writhes for a moment, but nothing gives. He's at Sid's mercy. Ben doesn't do patience well, which is why Sid leaves him all tied up for long periods of time.

The fuck head. 

Ben glares at him when he stands in the doorway, hating that his cheeks flush as Sid looks him over. Ben turns his face away, grinding his teeth together, when Sid calls gorgeous. "I'd like for you to fucking touch me." He grumbles under his breath before looking back up at Sid when the man approaches.

God, it takes everything in him not to start grinding up against Sid when he feels the man's presence behind him. Sid's lips tingle against his back, and Ben gasps before letting out a whine as those nimble fingers play with his nipples. They're already sensitive, but Sid playing with them is so much better. "Hnn -- no -- no coming without permission," He says, face flushing. It was always hard to give up control, but he let Sid have it. "No talking, unless -- hn!" Sid pinches pretty hard, and Ben's knees are shaking. He is so fucking hard right now. "Unless I beg." He's already broken that one a few times. Oops. "No trying to tell you what to do. No trying to break out." Ben moves his hips back, trying to grind into him. "Ugh, fuck you, you fucking fuck." This is too humiliating. He's not ready to be subordinate just yet. 

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"I was thinkin’…I’m not gettin’ any younger." Virginia started with a chuckle as she sat up from the chaise longue she had been lounging on, bringing her knees close to her. "I’d like to have some youngins of my own—of our own.”

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Well. That's not what he had been expecting her to say, but ... Ben makes a face, watching her shift in the seat. It's not that he doesn't want children with Virginia--he does. Maybe. He doesn't know. "I think I should get divorced first, honey." He says, uncertainly. Esther was already on the out, and she definitely would never forgive him if he got another woman pregnant... 

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God, it felt like Sid left him like this for hours already. Ben panted, feeling the sweat dripping down his naked body, squinting as it dripped past his forehead. They were in Ben's second house, the one away from his wife and kids, where he had all sorts of goodies for when the girls (and Sid) wanted to play. He'd thought about all sorts of things to keep here, and there was all kinds of rope. Some gags. Dildos. You name it, Ben Siegel probably has it. He even had some hooks and hoops put in the floor, ceiling, wall -- so anyone could be tied up anywhere.

And that's what Sid took advantage of tonight. Ben's arms are tied taunt over his head. The rope fits through a metal hoop on the ceiling and then connects to another one of the floor. Ben kept feeling resistance as he pulled against it; there was no getting out of this one, not with how tightly the rope is around his wrists. 

But not only that, Sid has his legs open, tied to two closer hoops in the floor, leaving Ben spread open, vulnerable. And then he just walked out on him, letting him think about what he wanted. Sid loved to torture and tease him, and Ben loved every second of it.

He bows his head, closing his eyes, squirming a little bit. His cock his rock hard and aching; he's already turned on by this all, and the night is only starting. The panting echoes in the room, or perhaps only in his head, but it's driving him crazy. "Sid," He calls out, hopefully loud enough so Sid could hear him. "Sid, you sick fuck, get back in here!" 

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Ben can hear Ned's crying from down the hall. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. It was the right thing to do, in his mind. Ned won't do this again. He's in a daze when he returns, on some kind of high, but also -- he feels -- he can't explain it. The numbness has consumed him, and he is gentle when he cleans the wound with alcohol before putting bandages over it. He unties Ned's legs, then, and goes to remove the gag. 

Ben sits beside him for a moment, tempted to stroke his face and comfort him. He doesn't know why he feels so attached to Ned, or why he feels remorseful for hurting him. He doesn't kiss him or touch him, save for freeing his hands from the ties. He won't be buying Ned any more of them. 

Ben doesn't say a word as he goes over to his clothes. His mind is racing, and he's tempted to hurt Ned more and more--but he won't. He has shown his hand. "That's how you use a knife, Ned." He barely buttons his shirt and tugs on his jacket, staring down at him with an eerily empty look. "I expect to see you at the Clover tomorrow." 

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Ben watches him struggle with disinterest, instead looking at the knife. "You wasted this potential, you know." He doesn't quite feel anything, just a sort of numbness--kind of like the feeling when Esther divorced him. Ben places the knife at his own throat for a moment, wondering. What if it would just be better? Let Ned be free of this debt. Be free of all the shit with the Flamingo. Who'd really care about him if he were gone? Virginia would go on to the next moneybags. Sid would find someone else to be loyal to. He presses it against his skin and then pulls it away. "You could've done it nice and quick. And then I would have died." 

He sits beside him, by his side, brushing his fingers over the skin just over Ned's hip. "I know. I did promise. But sometimes, it's hard to keep my promises, Ned. Because I get angry, and I remember." He frowns. Maybe he shouldn't do this, but Ned sounds so pathetic.

"Ned, you tried to kill me... You tried to kill me..." He actually sounds hurt when he says it the second time, staring down at that milky white skin, lost in all kinds of thoughts. "I'm going to show you, that you are mine now." And Ben balls the tie up, moves to shove the it in his mouth, stuffing it in there tight, before he takes the knife and starts carving a 'B' into Ned's skin, just over his hipbone. He listens to the screaming, not caring, not hearing it, instead hearing his own thoughts. 

He spares Ned from any other letters besides B E N. That's enough. It gets the point across. There's blood dripping all over his hands, and he leans down to lick it off. Ned's blood tastes sweet, metallic. Ben gets up and goes into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, leaving him there to writhe. 

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Ben moans against his cock when Ned begs him. This is all he had wanted that night. Maybe he can just forget -- No. Ned tried to kill him. That was not something he could take lightly. He pulls away and gives his permission, before sucking him hard and fast, listening to him get louder and then -- 

He tastes it and sucks it all into his mouth, swallowing it down--like Sid taught him to. Ben pulls away and wipes the back of his mouth. He's not quite that hard himself, and now that he's thinking about other things, the erection that might have been goes away. He pulls his fingers out of Ned gently and moves to lay beside him for a moment, pressing his nose against his skin. Ben even kisses his shoulder. God. Why couldn't Ned have just loved him? 

He holds him for a moment before getting up, going to find his underwear. He leaves the rest of the clothes on the floor and goes to where Ned pulled out the ties. He grabs another one and then leans down to pick up the knife. "Now... Ned, I'm going to teach you how to use a knife, since you don't seem to know how to use one."