By the end of the week, the little card was frayed and wrinkled. I had meant to throw it away, at every bin I walked past, at the large containers stinking up the darker corner of the hostel I was staying at. But every time I tried, my fingers consistently clenched on it, and the name Dario Bellagio called me back with its low, dangerous promise.
Sitting at a small round table with my coffee getting colder on the side, I held up the card once more. The golden letters shone in the warm afternoon sun, and as I grabbed my phone from the table, my throat tightened. I tried to swallow, to keep my breathing steady, but as I punched the phone number on my screen, it only became shallower.
Shit… Why am I doing this?
I pressed the call button, and after the fourth ring, a woman answered in Italian.
Rudimentary skills were enough to get the secretary to put me through to Mr. Bellagio’s office, as she called him. My heel drummed the ground, and I had to keep my free hand in a fist so I wouldn’t chew on my fingers. A bad habit I had dropped, but that haunted me when my body didn’t have the space to move.
Throwing some balls would be freeing. Unfortunately, there was no green field in sight. Only the sea, and a crowded café full of foreigners like me and Italian servers who did their best to understand those who hadn’t bothered learning the language.
I was about to hang up on the boring-as-fuck music playing in my ear when Dario’s voice anchored me back to the call. My back straightened, my demeanor going from relaxed to stiff. Even through the phone, I felt his presence and power over me. I hated it, I loved it, and I blushed when a flash of me kneeling and sucking dick replaced the sea.
My own manhood stirred in my chino shorts, and I crossed my legs to hide my shame.
“Hi,” I replied in English.
Not to be lazy, but so Dario would know who it was.
“Reece Helm,” he said, contemptuously. “I wasn’t expecting you anymore. I thought you’d fled out of the country.”
“I-I have a few weeks left... Things to see.”
My chest heaved, and the sunburn I earned during yesterday’s paddle session itched.
“What sort of things?”
“You.” I put my elbows on the table, talking lower as if someone would catch our conversation. “I thought about your offer and… and…”
“You’re hard, aren’t you?”
The sound of leather aroused my senses. Dario was probably sitting on a throne in an expensive office with a view that’d make anyone envious. Then, I heard the buckle of a belt.
“Are you hard, too?”
“I have no one to take care of me right now,” Dario replied. “Would you be good and meet me at my office?”
“Wh-What, you mean now?”
“You understood me perfectly, bello. Your lips around my cock would be an amazing stress relief. I’ve had a shitty day.”
“I don’t know if…”
“Why are you calling?” Dario cut in calmly. “My proposal includes your undivided attention and your obedience. So what am I going to do with you if you can’t show up whenever asked to?”
The reprimand had me bulging in my shorts. Looking at my crotch, the ridges of my cockhead aroused me even more.
I could just go fap one out in a public bathroom.
No… Dario would know.
I chewed at my cheeks and said, “Where’s your office?”
“You forgot a little something.”
“What is it?” I asked, annoyed.
“Sir, that’s how you’ll call me.”
My mouth fought the words, but my cock didn’t. I was already trapped, and the sweat pooling under my pits, whether from the cold or the prospect of serving Dario, was another sign my body wanted this.
Otherwise, I’d have thrown away the card.
I wouldn’t have called.
“Where is your office, sir?” I asked again, steadily but respectfully.
“Give me your phone number, I’ll send you the location.”
My hands shook, my mind weighed by the shameful realization that Dario had already claimed me somehow. It could’ve been another guy, or a girl, but it had been him.
There was no point in resisting.
I had to know who I was. I had to know what it felt like to be someone’s submissive boy.
The office was located in the inner part of town, and I’d later find out it was only the tiniest of many.
The secretary, a woman with a tight bun and a perfectly fitted suit and skirt, welcomed me. I’d gladly take her out for a drink; she had great hips and tits to die for. But she wasn’t the reason why my briefs were wet with precum.
I followed her, and Dario let us into his office after she’d knocked on the big oak door.
The place was reminiscent of the apartment Dario had brought me to. He occupied the space quietly, scribbling on a sheet of paper with a big, expensive screen in front of him. After leading me in, the front desk lady left with a small bow.
“I am glad you’ve made the right choice for yourself.”
“I don’t know if I made the right choice, but I made a choice. That’s for sure.” I looked around, standing at attention by the door. “What are you going to do with me?”
“Whatever I want,” Dario chuckled, aligning the pen with a few others. “Lock the door.”
I tensed up, but did as I was told. The loud click startled me; the key was old and hard between my fingers.
I’d closed the door to freedom willingly, all for the sake of pleasure. Out of curiosity.
“Good boy,” Dario sighed, and motioned me over to his desk with a flick of his fingers.
Guided by the wordless command, my legs took me to him, and before I reached the desk, he ordered me to stop. Not a word, with his palm up.
Trained dogs felt like that, then.
“Now, strip down for me. Don’t put on a show; I’ve never been a fan of striptease. Let’s get to the inspection straight away.”
He stayed in his burgundy chair, the pale light of his computer screen framing and illuminating the angular lines of his face. The window on the other side of the room offered me my only connection to the outside, to the bright blue sky. If I wanted to escape, though, I’d break both legs jumping.
There wasn’t much to take off.
I kicked off my laceless shoes quickly and stuffed them with my socks. My white T-shirt was on a chair in less than a second, and my shorts joined it a few seconds after. I didn’t have a belt as an excuse to drag on the process. Once I was down to my underwear, my jaw trembled, and my fingers lingered over the waistband, trembling.
Dario tapped on his desk, eyeing me like a hawk about to strike.
I closed my eyes and pulled off my briefs before throwing them on the chair. Standing at attention, I didn’t meet Dario’s gaze for several seconds until he coughed to catch my attention.
“As handsome as the day I picked you up on the street.”
This made it sound like I was a stray puppy, and in some ways, I was. At least, my dick did me the courtesy of not getting hard the moment I got naked.
The tingle in my groin indicated it wouldn’t last long, and my body’s rising temperature kept me from feeling comfortable even though the air conditioner was blowing cold on my back.
For the first time, Dario rose from his chair and walked toward me. His slacks were fitted to perfection, his ass looking especially fine in the dark blue fabric. His rolled-up sleeves showed strong arms I knew could force me into submission without much effort. Had I been more reluctant, I could’ve fought him, but the swelling of my shaft betrayed that thought.
I let out a breath, gritting my teeth when I felt his finger pressing into my left nipple.
Being naked while he was fully dressed brought tears to my eyes. I felt like a sack of meat, an object on display.
He noticed and smiled. “Don’t be ashamed,” he cupped my cheek gently, and my cock began to grow. “Didn’t take much to get a reaction out of you, boy. As I was saying, there’s no shame in being who you are. Subservient, obedient, hard for your superiors.”
I didn’t say a thing, only focused on keeping his hand wandering down my butt cheeks.
“What did you do to get that big?”
“Football.”
Dario’s hand landed on my butt, stinging and sharp. “Don’t you forget!”
“Sir, football, sir!”
“American football?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It really makes you boys into beasts, huh?” he circled me and stopped facing me. “Too bad so many of you are circumcised. But I have to say your cock is very pretty. Happy they didn’t botch your circumcision.”
“Thank you, sir,” I agreed, shyly.
“Bend over.”
I did, and soon my cheeks were spread open, and a breeze hit my shaved hole. The first drop of precum was pushed out of my slit when Dario pressed his thumb against my virgin entrance. He took his time to massage it, using circular motions and spit to open me up as I did my best to keep my knees apart, arched forward.
He breached me, and I moaned in response.
“How does it feel?”
“Good, it feels good.”
“I know it does, you’ll be taking much bigger things up there with time,” Dario explained, pushing in farther.
He switched to two fingers, scissoring me as wide as he could.
I hissed, and he stopped, giving me a playful slap. “On your knees now, time to finish what we started.”
Dario unbuckled his belt, leaving me in the middle of the room while he walked over to a small couch. He unbuttoned his shirt and let his slacks down to his ankles. Only when he was done did he allow me to move.
I flushed red, getting to my feet.
“No, no, you crawl to me. I didn’t tell you to get up.”
Humiliated, I obeyed and crawled like a dog into my master’s lap. My dick kept leaking, but I knew better than to grab it. My balls were tight, my cockhead plump and smeared with precum. My entire being was twitching, my knees digging painfully into the tiles.
When I looked up, Dario had his cock ready for me.
“Do your job,” he told me.
Without thinking, I gobbled half of his manhood and started sucking.
I tried my best not to choke, but my throat had forgotten how. My training had been short, and I was now paying the price for it. The head pushed into me, Dario’s taste pulling me deeper into the moment.
His legs wrapped around my back, and he forced me closer. Unable to move, I grabbed at his legs, but he slapped my hands away.
“No need for that, boy.”
I shackled my own hands behind my back, holding my wrists tight and slobbering all over the cock Dario had so kindly offered me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, no shame this time, but determined.
I’d show him I was worthy of him.
I sucked too deeply, blinded by my own ego, and choked and coughed my lungs out. Spilling spit onto the floor.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Dario reassured me, gathering me into a hug and kissing the top of my head. “Don’t go too fast, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Sir… sir, I promise I’ll do my best,” I said. “I want to be good.”
“You showed up, didn’t you? That’s enough to show me you really mean it. Keep sucking.”
I went back to work, my own cock painfully hard.
The longer I pleasure Dario, the more precum blessed my mouth. My tongue had gotten used to his shape, to his girth, to the size of his cockhead. Boldly, I took him all, barely making it to the hilt before I was forced to back away.
Coughing, I looked up and saw pride in my handler’s eyes.
“You’re doing so well.” Dario leaned forward and kissed my slicked lips. “I love to taste myself on you. You’ll get used to it. I’m sure you’ll be able to take my cock whole in no time.”
He slapped the couch, and I sat next to him.
Our bodies touched. His warm skin was a security blanket I didn’t know I needed. I allowed myself to graze his chest with my mouth and to hold his cock in the palm of my hand as I stared into the dark pools of his eyes.
For an instant, we were equals.
His hand grabbed my cock, stroking the shaft without touching the head. Then, he used my own cock juice to polish my glans fully, not caring about my whimpers or my moans. My breath caught when he pressed into my slit too harshly.
He laughed. “Sensitive, I see. Did you cum since I saw you?”
“I did. Three times, sir.”
“Young bucks are always so horny. I’ll have to keep a close watch on you. From now on, I’m your keeper. Your pleasure is mine, not yours. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Dario… Sir, focused solely on my cockhead.
In only a few minutes, my cockhead was so sensitive I could barely stop squirming and pleading for mercy. My pleas, however, fell on deaf ears, and Sir only kept on edging me until clear precum was pooling endlessly in the palm of his hand.
“I-I’m gonna cum, sir!”
Sir pulled away, licking his fingers hungrily. “Good, back on your knees. You cum when you’ve made daddy cum. Okay?”
His eyes were full of care, soft in a way I hadn’t expected. I hadn’t felt so safe in a long time, which was ridiculous considering Sir was all but a stranger to me.
I dropped my head over his shoulder and sank back to my knees while I drew a beeline with my lips over his ripped body.
When I reached his cock, I nibbled on his foreskin and let the tip of my tongue explore the hidden space under it. I was glad to hear Sir’s moans and praise. So much so that I sucked harder, humming with pleasure as I traced his veins like a whore in heat. The fierce linebacker was gone, leaving only a boy determined to serve.
I felt Sir tensing up, his cock throbbing harder and leaking more sweet juice onto my tongue.
“I’m about to blow, boy, don’t waste a drop. You have until I cum to blow your own load, understood?”
Taking this as my cue to jerk, I nodded and wrapped my hand around my own cock. Sir’s taste, and the thought of his body pressed against mine, took me over the edge in record time.
I let Sir’s cock pop out of my mouth, “Can I cum, sir?”
“Go on!” He panted, forcing my head back down on his throbbing rod.
I came so hard that I ruined his slacks, staining them with my cum. My balls tightened, my cock strained into my hand as it spurted out more juice. At the same time, Sir unloaded in my mouth, filling me up faster than I could take. Shuddering, I swallowed and swallowed but spilled a bit of his precious juice over his hairy abs.
“I’m sorry, sir, I couldn’t take it all!” I apologized, licking what I had wasted quickly.
“You’re cleaning up your mess without even being asked to. That’s good, but you’ll still have to be punished a little for not swallowing everything in one go,” Sir explained kindly. “You’re moving in with me today. Go pick up your things, and we’ll see where we go from there.”
I frowned and saw his head drop a little.
“It’s only for a little while, you can hop out whenever you like,” he reassured me, squeezing my thigh.
“Okay.”
“I’m not a mafia boss, if you’re wondering.”
I laughed, surprised by the joke. “You’re just a real estate agent.”
“A successful one,” he smirked cockily.
“I figured,” I lowered my gaze. “Can I clean up?”
He chuckled and kissed me after hesitating for a beat. “I’ll grab a few towels, and a little something for you to wear until we meet again tonight.”
Mischief was written all over his face, and my cock already swelled back to life.
He came back with towels and a wet washcloth.
“I’m sorry for ruining your clothes… I really am.”
“I’ve got a few spare ones here, don’t worry about it.”
He handed me what I needed to get cleaned up, and on the towel, I saw a small anal plug. Rubber, black, pear-shaped. Instantly, I understood what his “little something” was. I grabbed it and lay back on the couch.
“Could you… Help me?” I asked, blushing as if we hadn’t done the filthiest things a few minutes before.
“Of course.” Dario took the plug and held my legs up in the air. “Breathe slowly.”
He sucked on it, spat on it, and put it against my hole.
The tip of the plug entered me with ease, but the larger portion had to be pushed in with more strength. I did as instructed and focused on breathing slowly and steadily. It stretched me out, the feeling of fullness both wrong and wonderful. Straightaway, I wondered how difficult it’d be to take Dario’s thick cock up my hole.
It seemed impossible, too painful, and risky.
What if I teared?
“Keep it in. You’re not allowed to take it out.”
I nodded, and Dario grabbed the washcloth. He wiped my body clean, my cock, and even blessed me with needy kisses.
I grinned, glad I hadn’t thrown the card away and eager to see what Dario had in store for me.
Dario… or Sir?
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