The Mafias Concerto(BoyxBoy)

Hands Off!

Trigger Trigger Trigger Trigger Trigger WARRRRRRNING There, 

You have been warned

This song has been playing in my head non-stop. Now you guys can suffer. I feel that this should be our leading mans theme song, his name will be revealed next chapter :)

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"Why the fuck am I naked?!"

There was silence and then another chuckle. "I'm frankly surprised that wasn't the first question" said the douche as he stepped back to apparently admire his work or some shit. I will say he did have a point, but to my credit, he fucking drugged me first, so I guess you could say we were even?.... No wait...  The fuck?.... He kidnapped me!

Now that I was much more aware of my surroundings then when I woke up, I could start to make out a bit more of what the fuck was going on. First off. I was completely bare ass naked.... on something cold, so probably a metal table. It was at an angle, probably acute, my feet were propped against something allowing my to kind of stand while my arms were tied above my fucking head with leather fucking straps.

If this happened all the time I probably wouldn't sound so FUCKING surprised, and would speak like a damn gentlemen, but this is definitely a first so I believe I am allowed to be un-fucking filtered.

I was stirred out of my thoughts by the feeling of his hand running down my stomach. I couldn't help but suck in a breath at the surprising touch.  It wasn't gentle or rough, the same type of hand you would use if you were curious about the texture of coat or something.

Well with my heart now beating in my throat it was apparently time to speak. "Ummm Hey..... you know... I was supposed to meet my mother for breakfast, and she is super protective, she will probably call the cops if I am a minute late and then-Ahhh" The sudden feeling of nails  scratching down my thigh interrupted my bullshit babbles.

"You gave me your schedule when you were hired, it looks like you have the next few days off.....lucky"

Well that shut me up. Dammit why am I such an honest person.

"I suppose that whatever you have planned for this ...... it being illegal... that wouldn't dissuade you would it..." I said softly trailing off at the end.

That earned a more honest sounding chuckle at least, but my hands were still tied. I could see a humourous glint in his steel eyes. The harsh light above created stark defining shadows on his face. I thought he looked intimidating the last time I saw him, this was a whole new level. He was still in his grey pressed suit from whatever the time was before.

I trained my eyes on a line on the ceiling right above the light. There didn't seem to be anything I could say or do to stop this. That didn't mean I relaxed, far from it. My hands were gripping the leather straps with a death grip, my knuckles were probably white. The waiting was probably killing me most.

In my peripheral vision, I saw his hand lift up, he started at my neck, ghosting a grip around it before tracing down to my left nipple. He tweaked it before continuing to trace further down my chest. I was more prepared for the pain this time and was resolute not to make a sound. I couldn't help but jump as his hand dipped below my navel, I didn't realize that was a sensitive spot. His hand paused as if itching to pass the spot again but decided against it. I took a breath and bit my lip in anticipation. That only seemed to make the moment last longer. He took his sweet time, it wasn't until I locked eyes with him that he struck.

His rough hand quickly grabbed a hold of my member, I was proud to have only to let out a small unmanly squeak of protest. He began to slowly stroke my shaft.  I closed my eyes however that only seemed to make things more intense, I could feel my body responding to his touch 'Gah why was he being so gentle, it was making it hard to resist'