Long Way from Daddy, Part 2 | THE MAFIA | Chapter 20

Milo sat all alone in a non-descript room that he’d been escorted to by two very large Mafia bodyguards. The pretty Latin twink was curtly instructed to wait in the room and remain there until the man only known as ‘Mr. Fros’ arrived.

The room’s air conditioning was at full blast, but young Milo was sweating. As the minutes ticked by Milo had nothing to do and no one to call- his phone had been confiscated by the bodyguards. An hour passed. Then two. Milo wondered if he’d made a mistake with his life choices…

Rewind one week prior: Milo was a graduate of MIT and a successful businessman in his early twenties. He made good money, had plenty of friendships, and was truly living the American Dream. Then one day, Milo woke up and realized that in spite of all of the success and achievements, he was quite depressed.

Milo saw a future that added up to 60 hour work weeks, endless stressful deadlines, and mingling with the fake yuppies of his generation. This just would not do. Milo wanted more than anything else adventure and the thrill of the unknown. Milo wanted to be bad.

And so Milo quit his job, sold his possessions, said goodbye to his family and friends- then found the Mafia individual known as ‘Mr. Fros’ who lived in Europe. Milo spent every last cent he had left to get to where Mr. Fros invited him to meet up- to see if Milo had what it took to be initiated into the Cabal.

Suddenly the door to the room Milo sat in finally swung open…

Milo’s breath instantly caught in his lungs and his eyes widened as Mr. Fros sauntered heavily into the room. Like a cat in pure terror, young Milo sat perfectly still. Mr. Fros was a behemoth of a henchman- well over six foot four and two hundred pounds of sheer muscle.

Mr. Fros towered over little Milo as the huge Mafia man inspected the new initiate with fierce, calculating, fiery eyes. Then, with a deep, rumbling voice, Mr. Fros announced that he would need to examine the boy to see if he wore a wire.

Milo couldn’t help but notice that as Mr. Fros got close and checked for any foreign devices hidden in his clothes or on his body, that the hulking giant was getting seriously thick and bulging in the groin area.

Milo knew he dared not breathe or make a sound without permission, and yet his heart beat so hard in his chest, he feared he might fall over from an intense mix of intimidation and, strangely enough, the new initiate found himself wildly turned on.

Mr. Fros seemed to feel the heat shift as well. He suddenly demanded that Milo take off his shirt, so he could be sure the boy wasn’t hiding a wire. This command Milo obeyed immediately.

Mr. Fros got even closer and literally began to sniff the boy as he pretended to be proceeding with the examination for a wire. Now it was clear to Milo what was really happening…and he nearly creamed his pants.

Then Mr. Fros reached out and fondled Milo’s nipple…

Milo’s cute, sexy little noises, coupled with his fully erect, chocolate-brown nipples, caused Mr. Fros to rumble and murmur as he paced back and forth, completely aroused and restless.

Little beads of sweat began to appear on Mr. Fros' brow. Never allowing his hungry stare to leave Milo’s body for even a second, the hulking henchman quickly disrobed and hucked his clothes across the room.

Milo was stud-struck: the young cutie gazed up as his jaw hung open in pure awe. Mr. Fros peeled off his two days old underwear and shoved it into Milo’s wide-open mouth. In a daze, Milo completely gave himself over. He simply let go and allowed himself to give in to the hard fact that he was now merely a servant: his body to be only the Mafia’s to enjoy and otherwise do what they wished…

Then the new initiate’s pants and underwear came off. Mr. Fros licked his chops and openly stared as Milo’s long, thick, twink boner stood at full attention. Mr. Fros grunted and spun the boy around to examine his perfect, sexy backside.

Being owned and used like a sex-doll sub slut had young Milo feeling bliss- and such relief. This moment of personal revelation was raucously interrupted by a spectacular, powerful, two-handed spank to Milo’s smooth, twink bottom.

In this raw, exhilarating moment, Milo knew beyond any remaining shadow of a doubt that his precious destiny was being fulfilled. And his destiny was only the beginning of what was about to be further stripped down and laid out for powerful, deviant men to dick-down at their leisure…

Then Mr. Fros spread Milo’s smooth ass cheeks, exposing the boy’s tight, dime-sized hole. Milo didn’t know how the enormous, nearly foot long length of Mr. Fro’s massive cock was going to fit inside. But what he did know was that he couldn’t wait to find out.