Milo Miles found himself isolated in an unremarkable room, escorted there by two imposing Mafia bodyguards. The attractive Latin youth was brusquely told to stay put until the arrival of a man known only as ‘Mr. Nik Fros‘.
The room’s air conditioning was blasting, but Milo was sweating profusely. With each passing minute, he had nothing to occupy his time and no way to contact anyone—his phone had been taken by the bodyguards. One hour turned into two, and Milo began to question his life choices.
Flashback to a week earlier: Milo, a recent MIT graduate and successful businessman in his early twenties, had achieved considerable success. He earned a good living, had numerous friendships, and was living the American Dream. Yet, one day, Milo awoke to the realization that despite his accomplishments, he felt deeply unhappy.
He envisioned a future filled with 60-hour work weeks, endless stressful deadlines, and socializing with the superficial yuppies of his generation. This prospect was unbearable. Milo yearned for adventure and the thrill of the unknown. He wanted to break free from his conventional life.
So, Milo resigned from his job, sold his belongings, bid farewell to his family and friends, and sought out a Mafia figure known as ‘Mr. Fros,’ who resided in Europe. Milo spent his last remaining funds to travel to the meeting place Mr. Fros had specified, hoping to prove himself worthy of initiation into the Cabal.
Suddenly, the door to the room where Milo waited swung open.
Milo’s breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened as Mr. Fros strode into the room with a heavy, commanding presence. Frozen in terror, Milo sat motionless. Mr. Fros was an imposing figure—well over six feet four inches tall and built with over two hundred pounds of pure muscle.
Mr. Fros loomed over Milo, his fierce, calculating eyes scrutinizing the young initiate. With a deep, resonant voice, Mr. Fros declared that he needed to check Milo for any hidden wires.
As Mr. Fros approached and began his inspection, Milo noticed the man’s growing arousal, evident in the bulge of his groin. Milo dared not breathe or make a sound without permission, yet his heart raced with a mix of fear and unexpected arousal.
Mr. Fros seemed to sense the shift in atmosphere. Abruptly, he ordered Milo to remove his shirt to ensure he wasn’t concealing a wire. Milo complied instantly.
Mr. Fros moved closer, his breath hot on Milo’s skin as he pretended to continue the examination. It became clear to Milo what was truly happening, and he could barely contain his excitement.
Then, Mr. Fros reached out and fondled Milo’s nipple.
Milo’s soft, seductive noises and his erect, dark nipples sent a rumble through Mr. Fros, who paced back and forth, visibly aroused and restless. Sweat beaded on Mr. Fros’ brow as he kept his hungry gaze fixed on Milo’s body. Quickly, he disrobed, tossing his clothes aside.
Milo was awestruck, his jaw dropping in admiration. Mr. Fros removed his days-old underwear and stuffed it into Milo’s open mouth. In a daze, Milo surrendered completely, accepting his new role as a servant, his body now the Mafia’s to enjoy and command.
Milo’s pants and underwear were swiftly removed. Mr. Fros eyed Milo’s erection with hunger and turned the boy around to inspect his backside. Being used and owned like a submissive sex doll filled Milo with bliss and relief. This moment of self-discovery was abruptly interrupted by a powerful, two-handed spank on Milo’s smooth bottom.
In this raw, exhilarating moment, Milo knew without a doubt that his destiny was being fulfilled. And this was just the beginning of what awaited him, as he would be further stripped down and laid bare for the pleasure of powerful, deviant men.
Mr. Fros spread Milo’s smooth ass cheeks, revealing the boy’s tight hole. Milo wondered how Mr. Fros’ enormous, nearly foot-long cock would fit inside him, but he couldn’t wait to find out.
Stag Homme
THE MAFIA Chapter – Long Way from Daddy, Part 2
Milo Miles found himself isolated in an unremarkable room, escorted there by two imposing Mafia bodyguards. The attractive Latin youth was brusquely told to stay put until the arrival of a man known only as ‘Mr. Nik Fros‘.
The room’s air conditioning was blasting, but Milo was sweating profusely. With each passing minute, he had nothing to occupy his time and no way to contact anyone—his phone had been taken by the bodyguards. One hour turned into two, and Milo began to question his life choices.
Flashback to a week earlier: Milo, a recent MIT graduate and successful businessman in his early twenties, had achieved considerable success. He earned a good living, had numerous friendships, and was living the American Dream. Yet, one day, Milo awoke to the realization that despite his accomplishments, he felt deeply unhappy.
He envisioned a future filled with 60-hour work weeks, endless stressful deadlines, and socializing with the superficial yuppies of his generation. This prospect was unbearable. Milo yearned for adventure and the thrill of the unknown. He wanted to break free from his conventional life.
So, Milo resigned from his job, sold his belongings, bid farewell to his family and friends, and sought out a Mafia figure known as ‘Mr. Fros,’ who resided in Europe. Milo spent his last remaining funds to travel to the meeting place Mr. Fros had specified, hoping to prove himself worthy of initiation into the Cabal.
Suddenly, the door to the room where Milo waited swung open.
Milo’s breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened as Mr. Fros strode into the room with a heavy, commanding presence. Frozen in terror, Milo sat motionless. Mr. Fros was an imposing figure—well over six feet four inches tall and built with over two hundred pounds of pure muscle.
Mr. Fros loomed over Milo, his fierce, calculating eyes scrutinizing the young initiate. With a deep, resonant voice, Mr. Fros declared that he needed to check Milo for any hidden wires.
As Mr. Fros approached and began his inspection, Milo noticed the man’s growing arousal, evident in the bulge of his groin. Milo dared not breathe or make a sound without permission, yet his heart raced with a mix of fear and unexpected arousal.
Mr. Fros seemed to sense the shift in atmosphere. Abruptly, he ordered Milo to remove his shirt to ensure he wasn’t concealing a wire. Milo complied instantly.
Mr. Fros moved closer, his breath hot on Milo’s skin as he pretended to continue the examination. It became clear to Milo what was truly happening, and he could barely contain his excitement.
Then, Mr. Fros reached out and fondled Milo’s nipple.
Milo’s soft, seductive noises and his erect, dark nipples sent a rumble through Mr. Fros, who paced back and forth, visibly aroused and restless. Sweat beaded on Mr. Fros’ brow as he kept his hungry gaze fixed on Milo’s body. Quickly, he disrobed, tossing his clothes aside.
Milo was awestruck, his jaw dropping in admiration. Mr. Fros removed his days-old underwear and stuffed it into Milo’s open mouth. In a daze, Milo surrendered completely, accepting his new role as a servant, his body now the Mafia’s to enjoy and command.
Milo’s pants and underwear were swiftly removed. Mr. Fros eyed Milo’s erection with hunger and turned the boy around to inspect his backside. Being used and owned like a submissive sex doll filled Milo with bliss and relief. This moment of self-discovery was abruptly interrupted by a powerful, two-handed spank on Milo’s smooth bottom.
In this raw, exhilarating moment, Milo knew without a doubt that his destiny was being fulfilled. And this was just the beginning of what awaited him, as he would be further stripped down and laid bare for the pleasure of powerful, deviant men.
Mr. Fros spread Milo’s smooth ass cheeks, revealing the boy’s tight hole. Milo wondered how Mr. Fros’ enormous, nearly foot-long cock would fit inside him, but he couldn’t wait to find out.