Dio's roasts session

Swerve on a nigga part 1

Dio tossed and turned in his bed. His room was dark with only the light of the moon shining in. The 12 year old was trying to sleep but just couldn't. He couldn't help but think about his day. He had burned the family dog, Danny, alive after being beaten up by Jojo. Dio had to admit that he kind of deserved it, but he still should've won that fight. 

But Dio wasn't worried about losing and crying in front of his adoptive brother. No, he was more worried about Danny. One of the butlers saw Danny rush out of the furnace while on fire and tried his very best to heal the wounds. However it was already too late for the great dane, and he quickly passed away. That evening they had buried the poor dog, and Dio mentally yelled at himself. He didn't feel guilty for what he had done. He was more mad at the fact that he never had his way with the dog. 

Dio loved the feeling of control, and being in charge. And raping the dog was an easy way of showing dominance. He had thought about doing that to Jojo, but he decided against it as it was too risky. Dio would be sent to an orphanage, or factory. That would certainly ruin his big plans for the future. Jojo already been publicly humiliated at the boxing match, had his girlfriend's first kiss stolen from her, and now his dog was dead. Jojo was not 100% sure that it was Dio, but he still couldn't help but assume that it was.

The blond sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. Damn it, he thought. I have to do something about this... He hopped off his queen sized bed and walked over to his wardrobe, there he had an old coat and pair of shoes from before moving in with the Joestars. He was lucky that as a gift they supplied him with fresh, stylish, tailored clothing. He put on the ratty clothing items and quietly snuck out of the house to Danny's grave. He wasn't buried deep, so it wouldn't take long for him to get to the animal. The thought of fucking this thing was someone accelerating to Dio. The thought of being caught by Jojo, or even worse, Mr. George Joestar himself, was scary. But that was what made it so exciting. 

A grin was plastered on the young boys face as he grabbed a shovel from the nearby shed and started digging. It didn't take long for him to hit the dead body. It was still pretty warm and only a few bugs crawled on the surface to which Dio casually brushed off. It wasn't Danny himself that made Dio pop a hard one, but more so the thoughts of dominance and seeing Jojo cry at the sight of his burnt dog. 

He dragged Danny's lifeless body out of the shallow grave. Dio looked down at it as if he was god judging the people below. In his case he was an asshole 12 year old about to fuck a dead dog. He unbottoned his coat and pulled out his erection. This was the first time he's gotten hard and wasn't quite sure what to do. Okay...so I just, stick it in it's ass, Dio thought as he positioned himself at Danny's asshole, And just stick it in... 

Dio put his dick inside of Danny and immediatly shuddered. It was still warm and mushy. He let out a slight unexpected moan as he did this, but quickly covered his mouth. He can't let anyone hear him.  Dio's natural instincts kicked in and he slowly began to move in and out of the corpse. It felt so strange and wrong, even for him, but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. He can't have his conscience  controlling him from this point on. That would only get in the way of his evil schemes.

Dio quickened the pace and he couldn't help but moan in pleasure. They were stifled by his hand, but were loud enough for anyone of a 5 foot radius to hear. Sweat was covering his forehead. It suddenly felt as if the cold spring night has turned to a hot summer's day. He felt himself become more and more sensitive to the feeling of being inside Danny. An unfamiliar heat began to rise from his stomach as his movements became unrhythmic. Suddenly, he felt his body shudder as his seed entered the lifeless body. Dio couldn't back the moan and erratic  breathing. His throat felt dry and he rode out his orgasm with a few more thrusts. 

Dio pulled his now limp dick out and sighed. "Tch, I should've brought a napkin."

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The next morning Dio came down the stairs and entered the dining room. He was already set  for the day. He sat down at his seat where his breakfast awaited him. "You're already dressed," George said, "You must've slept well."

"Oh I had a splendid rest," Dio responded.

"Jonathan, why can't you be more like Dio? Look how responsible he is," Their father reprimanded. Jojo hung his head and quietly responded, "Sorry father."

Dio took a sip of his orange juice, the cup hiding the smirk on his face.