THE MAFIA Chapter 17 – Long Way from Daddy, Part 1
In the sleek penthouse, mafia enforcer Nik Fros scrutinized the newly delivered merchandise. His heavy footsteps echoed ominously as he circled the two blindfolded, shivering twinks—not at all what he had anticipated.
The first, a blond prep school kid, was recognizable as Andrew Connor, the state senator’s son. The other, a young twenty-something named Noah White, clung to Andrew, his identity unknown beyond his name. Mr. Fros ensured neither was wired, pondering if these pretty boys, far from the senator’s mansion, were in over their heads. There was no turning back now; they belonged to the Organization.
The initiation promised to be rigorous, testing their endurance and obedience. Mr. Fros licked his lips, confident there would be no issues with submission. To test his theory, he leaned in, inhaling their scent before removing the blindfolds.
With intense eyes and a primal growl, Mr. Fros slapped Andrew sharply. Andrew gasped, a mix of shock and excitement coursing through him. No one had ever treated him this way; his senator father would have destroyed anyone who tried. But here, Andrew was the Mafia’s plaything, and despite his new status, he felt an exhilarating sense of freedom.
Noah, trembling with a mix of fear and ecstasy, was reduced to a moaning, sighing mess. Each slap from Mr. Fros ignited a spark in his eyes, revealing his hidden delight. The truth was, Noah reveled in being used, finding a thrilling liberation in his new role.
Mr. Fros’ massive cock, both in length and girth, was a sight to behold. He used it to indulge in the most depraved acts, face-fucking both boys with relentless thrusts. Any gagging was met with a firm slap, quickly teaching them to master the art of deep-throating—a skill they would need regularly.
Finally, Mr. Fros commanded the boys to lie flat on their stomachs. His enormous cock pounded their asses until they were a delirious, well-fucked mess. Once satisfied, Mr. Fros sat back with a heavy sigh, offering no comfort or explanation, just a crude snort and a stern command for them to gather their clothes and leave.
Andrew and Noah complied silently, exchanging a knowing wink as they left. Despite the harsh initiation, they admitted later that it had been the time of their lives—with more to come.
Stag Homme
THE MAFIA Chapter 17 – Long Way from Daddy, Part 1
In the sleek penthouse, mafia enforcer Nik Fros scrutinized the newly delivered merchandise. His heavy footsteps echoed ominously as he circled the two blindfolded, shivering twinks—not at all what he had anticipated.
The first, a blond prep school kid, was recognizable as Andrew Connor, the state senator’s son. The other, a young twenty-something named Noah White, clung to Andrew, his identity unknown beyond his name. Mr. Fros ensured neither was wired, pondering if these pretty boys, far from the senator’s mansion, were in over their heads. There was no turning back now; they belonged to the Organization.
The initiation promised to be rigorous, testing their endurance and obedience. Mr. Fros licked his lips, confident there would be no issues with submission. To test his theory, he leaned in, inhaling their scent before removing the blindfolds.
With intense eyes and a primal growl, Mr. Fros slapped Andrew sharply. Andrew gasped, a mix of shock and excitement coursing through him. No one had ever treated him this way; his senator father would have destroyed anyone who tried. But here, Andrew was the Mafia’s plaything, and despite his new status, he felt an exhilarating sense of freedom.
Noah, trembling with a mix of fear and ecstasy, was reduced to a moaning, sighing mess. Each slap from Mr. Fros ignited a spark in his eyes, revealing his hidden delight. The truth was, Noah reveled in being used, finding a thrilling liberation in his new role.
Mr. Fros’ massive cock, both in length and girth, was a sight to behold. He used it to indulge in the most depraved acts, face-fucking both boys with relentless thrusts. Any gagging was met with a firm slap, quickly teaching them to master the art of deep-throating—a skill they would need regularly.
Finally, Mr. Fros commanded the boys to lie flat on their stomachs. His enormous cock pounded their asses until they were a delirious, well-fucked mess. Once satisfied, Mr. Fros sat back with a heavy sigh, offering no comfort or explanation, just a crude snort and a stern command for them to gather their clothes and leave.
Andrew and Noah complied silently, exchanging a knowing wink as they left. Despite the harsh initiation, they admitted later that it had been the time of their lives—with more to come.