Brian And The Mob
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 03:53:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; John Milano turned his black Caddy off the street and onto a driveway that led him thru a grove of trees and eventually to his luxurious 3 bedroom home that was well back and hidden from the street. As he popped out of his car he was met by his two dobermans, Frick and Frack. <br><br>&nbsp; "Hey, boys...looking after the girls?" John said with a little laugh, as he petted and played with them as he made his way to the front door. The girls were his wife Jen and their 16year-old daughter Alyssa. He frowned, finding the front door unlocked. It probably meant that Alyssa was home from school. <br><br>&nbsp; John locked the door and walked into the den that served as his office. He dropped the keys on the desk, checked the mail and then went out to the kitchen where he could hear Jen getting dinner ready.<br><br>&nbsp; "Hey, baby, smells good," he smiled, walking up behind his wife and wrapping his arms around her. He gave her cheek a kiss. They had been married almost 20 years now, but it would have been over years ago if they hadn't decided to stay together for their daughter.<br><br>&nbsp; "Who's the kid with Alyssa?" John asked, seeing her doing homework poolside with a blond boy. She sure had a thing for the pretty ones. He kept hoping Alyssa would bring home an Italian jock, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen.<br><br>&nbsp; "Brian," Jen answered, slipping out of his hug to work on the pasta. "They're doing a science project together, or something."<br><br>&nbsp; "He's so pretty I bet he squats when he pees," John smiled.<br><br>&nbsp; "Be nice," Jen said, slapping his arm, but couldn't help but giggle.<br><br>&nbsp; "Well, I think I'll go introduce myself," John said, sliding open the door that led to the pool.<br><br>&nbsp; "He seems like a good boy," Jen said, checking on her pasta. "Don't go scarring him."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 04:07:05</strong>
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				Brian frowned, raising an eyebrow.<br><br>"I'm serious, Alyssa. Give it back."<br><br>Across the table, a young girl held a science book upside down, grinning impishly across the table at him, clearly slacking from any actual sort of work.<br><br>The young blond boy was undoubtably feminine at least in appearance. His hair fell softly down to rest at his eyebrows, his frame was lanky and thin, his body seemed to be hairless and pale. For girls that liked 'pretty' guys, he was perfect. Aside from the fact that he seemed entirely withdrawn from any sort of romantic involvement. <br><br>"Ugh, fine . . ." the girl groused, sliding it back across the table into his waiting hand. <br><br>He picked it up and opened it to the proper page on Atomic Structure, and began to scrawl notes onto a page. He expected to do the entire project himself. But at least he got to do it at Alyssa's home. Though they'd been best friends since 1st grade, he still couldn't believe how nice it was. It was like a mansion, compared to the flat he shared with his mom. <br><br>He heard the door open over his shoulder, but didn't turn, assuming it was Mrs. Milano. She seemed to be a nice woman, and liked him enough. He made a point to be polite to her. Her father however . . .kind of a scary guy. Brian hadn't actually seen the burly monster of a guy since he was 10, but he still remembered being terrified. He had no reason to think that that had changed. <br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 09:42:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; "It's my Dad," Alyssa whispered and giving the boy a kick under the table as she saw the man step out of the house and onto the deck. She wanted Brian to give her Father the best of impressions. Alyssa thought that this boy would make them both happy. Hes was cute.<br><br>&nbsp; Oh my god..CUTE!<br><br>&nbsp; And he was smart too. All A's from what she knew. Surely her Dad would finally accept this boy and not scare him away. As for Brian being gay. Well, that wasn't certain, and anyway, she was sure she could convert him over to girls.<br><br>&nbsp; "Lyssa, good to see you busy with homework," John said, as he approached his daughter and the boy she had brought home. He vaguely recognized the boy from some of Alyssa's school functions. John was guessing this might be another in a long line of boys she was choosing on looks and nothing more.<br><br>&nbsp; "I'm Alyssa's Dad, John. And you are?" the man asked, holding out his hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 17:46:24</strong>
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				Brian clenched his teeth and let out a small hiss of pain at the kick, before setting his pencil on top of the paper, now covered in notes, and setting the text book beside that. <br><br>When he turned to greet the man, he felt his stomach tighten. John Milano was still a big, hairy, brute of a man, and just as intimidating as he ever was. Brian tried to give his most polite, charming smile, hiding his nerves.<br><br>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Milano. My name's Brian Downing," Despite having already met the man once before, he didn't think it would be wise to bring that up, "I'm working with Alyssa on a science project. It's about atomic structure and particle interaction on an atomic level." <br><br>Then, realizing he probably sound like a nerd.<br><br>"P-pretty boring stuff, but you know how it goes."<br><br>He then stuck out his hand, nervously, for a handshake. It was the polite thing to do. 
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 15:20:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Daddy, Brian is one of the smartest boys in the whole class, probably the smartest, maybe" Alyssa gushed, popping a bubble with her gum. She was desperate for her male parental unit to like this boy. She knew Brian had already passed her Mom's approval. She even thought she had caught Mummsie checking the boy out. But what really mattered was daddy's approval.<br><br>&nbsp; "So, straight A's. Is that right?" John asked, shaking the boy's hand. He noticed right away the warm softness of the boys hand. The boy's eyes sparkled. His' skin appeared silky smooth. He imagined a number of the girls would be jealous of his perfect skin. For that matter his hair probably didn't go unnoticed by the girls either. While a number of his daughter's friend's had been attractive to him this was the first boy she had brought home that had ever made him think of what it would be like to rough this boy up a little. Or how nice it would be to give this cute brat's ass a spanking. He gave the boy's hand a final squeeze and gazed deep into the kid's eyes before releasing his grip.<br><br>&nbsp; "Well I'll leave you two alone then," John said, giving his daughter a wink when the boy wasn't looking letting her know that so far he approved of the little piece of eye candy she had brought home.
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 16:27:18</strong>
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				"Yes, Sir." He managed to say, getting a little bit of confidence in his voice. It helped when Alyssa complimented him, as it was something she typically reserved for him, and him alone. He gave the man as firm a handshake as he could manage, and nodded politely when it was released.<br><br>"Nice to meet you, Sir." He met the eye contact, for a moment, before dropping his gaze. There was a certain intensity to the older man. He couldn't place his finger on it.<br><br>When he was gone, Brian immediately leaned across the table. "Well? Go alright, y'think?"
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 17:15:42</strong>
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				&nbsp; "It went awesome. He likes you," Alyssa giggled, when her Dad was out of ear shot. She was excited, after all.."He never likes any of the boys I bring home usually."<br><br>*********************************************************************************<br><br>&nbsp; So a few weeks go by. Alyssa hasn't made any headway in trying to make you more than a friend. You were becoming a regular visitor at the Milano's. Tho Frick and Frack still made you a bit nervous they were beginning to accept your presence. Mr. Milano even took you out a few times to practice your driving, in his Caddy no less. <br><br>&nbsp; But there was another side of him that you saw a few times. For one thing the first time you saw emptying the bullets out of his gun after pulling it from the inside of his jacket reminded that he wasn't just an average dad. Tho he treated Alyssa like a princess, and was always nice to you, you've seen him explode at a few of his lackeys twice now. And except for a few men the rest seemed to be on edge around him.<br><br>&nbsp; But today was the day he was picking you up to head up north to close down his family cabin for the winter. He offered you a few bucks to come along and help him out.<br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 17:22:22</strong>
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				Brian wasn't an idiot. He was catching on to the nature of Alyssa's father's position. The job that afforded him enough money to purchase that big, beautiful house and expensive car. It seemed like the man was trying to act "fatherly" towards him. He wasn't sure how he felt about that, especially if it meant getting involved with the family business.<br><br>And it wasn't just that. <br><br>He'd noticed the man giving him an odd look, sometimes. Appraising him. It made him uncomfortable. But when the offer had come to help him out, in exchange from a wildly disproportionate sum, he accepted. He couldn't do much else.<br><br>He stood outside the school, bundled up in a bulky, winter coat, an old thing that his mother had picked up from the Goodwill near their home. It was effective, at least. <br><br>Finally, he saw the caddy begin to pull up the school's driveway.
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 18:08:54</strong>
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				&nbsp; Before heading up north John brought Brian to the mall. The boy was in obvious need of new clothes. The jacket, tho warm, wasn't very fashionable. The teenage wasn't even sure what they were stopping at the mall for. He assumed it was something they would need up at the cabin. <br><br>&nbsp; Under the excuse that 'my girl's boyfriend' had to look good he started picking out shirts and jeans for you at the Gap. Polo shirts, tee shirts, Tommy Hilfiger jeans, socks too, and even..blush..underwear. And not boxers, the man insisted on briefs and boy's bikinis in white and different colors. Tho he let Brian have a say in what he liked, John definitely tried to steer him towards things he thought the teenager would look good in. And as they searched thru clothes Mr. Milano even asked Brian how he would feel about getting an ear pierced, or maybe both. <br><br>&nbsp; Of course a new jacket was on the list. New sneakers too. Even a cell phone. <br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 18:13:16</strong>
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				Brian was used to being considered a charity case. His family, supported only by his mother's meager income, didn't have much, so they usually accepted the canned food and warm clothes supplied by local charities around Christmas-time. But that didn't mean he liked it.<br><br>On their way into the third store, Brian halted. The man had already bought him three entirely new outfits, and an incredibly nice cellphone. It was too much.<br><br>"Mr. Milano, I can't accept all of this . . ." his voice was quiet, but firm. "A-alyssa and I aren't even involved, I mean, you don't have to but me any of this . . . I don't feel right having you spend money on me for no reason."<br><br>He wasn't trying to offend. He genuinely wanted to be polite. And that much was evident. 
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 18:41:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; "You think I don't know that you're not really into girls?" John asked, putting his arm around the teenager's shoulders as they headed to the little boutique that was piercing ears that day for free. Earlier that day he had visited your Mom and insisted on taking care of the rent for the next few months. "Eventually Alyssa will give up trying to change you."<br><br>&nbsp; "I could use a gofer, a teenage pet, whatever you want to call it," Mr. Milano said, massaging the back of Brian's neck and steering him into the boutique. While he wasn't boyfriend material for Alyssa he was a good influence on his homework lazy daughter. "And I'm sure you will be more than happy with what the position pays."<br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 18:46:43</strong>
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				Brian sat quietly as his ear was pierced. It hurt a little, but not enough to make him wince. He didn't want to appear weak, in front of the man. When the piecing was finally done, and he had an unassuming silver ring through his right ear, he walked out of the boutique in silence.<br><br>He wasn't going to protest what the man had said. It was true enough. He didn't like girls. But he wasn't . . .he didn't like guys either. At least, he didn't think he did. Sure, they looked good sometime, but not . . . he was confused, unsure of what exactly it was that the big man wanted from him.<br><br>"W-what do you mean? I-I don't want to . . ." How was he supposed to tell the man he didn't want to get involved with any "business", as it were. "Wh-what would you want me to do?"
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 20:34:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; "You need a daddy and I need a boy," Mr. Milano said, as they stuffed the trunk full with all their purchases. Taking a look at the kid's ass thru his jeans and realizing Brian caught him. John winked at him, and added, "I just want a young helper. I'm tired of riding around with Anthony [my assistant]. He's an idiot. And having a teenager around keeps me young. I'm going to take care of your momma and her rent. And a boy like you could use a daddy to pay his way thru college."<br><br>&nbsp; "How does your ear feel?" John asked, reaching over and pushing Brian's hair back to see his pierced ear after they had pulled out of the mall lot. It was about an hours trip up the the cabin. It would give the pair plenty of time to get to know each other.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 20:40:45</strong>
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				Brian didn't know what to make of all this. It was clear that the man had less-than-pure intentions for him. He wondered if he could handle that. Being with the big, hairy sicilian man. He wondered what the man would want to do to him. <br><br>It made him nervous. Especially when he was being touched. <br><br>"It's fine, Sir. No biggie."<br><br>He adjusted himself in his seat, trying to sit up straighter. <br><br>"Sir . . . we're not really going to this place just to close it down, are we?"
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:04:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Let's put it this way. Daddy takes care of you. You take care of daddy?" John said, feeling the softness of the boy's cheek with the back of his hand before pulling it away. Jen wouldn't have to worry about him cheating on her with other women with Brian around. John sped up a bit eager to get to the cabin. "That's the trade-off. Understand?"<br><br>&nbsp; "But we do got some work to do when we get there," the man continued, tho he liked Brian, it was too late for the boy to back away once his mom had accepted the money for rent. "We have to board up the windows. There's a few things I want to bring home. And we'll have to cook some steaks on the grill. Huh? How does that sound?"<br><br>&nbsp; "C'mon, relax, baby," John said after awhile, giving the boy's shoulder a light massage.
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:08:31</strong>
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				Brian did his best to relax his shoulder, to give into the big man's warm touch. He was going to be taken care of. And in exchange, he'd give himself to the big man. <br><br>The thought crossed his mind that, most likely, he'd be sleeping with him by nightfall. He wondered faintly what the big man's endowment looked like. But he pushed the thought of his mind.<br><br>"I'm not afraid of working, Sir. You can count on me."<br><br>He pursed his lips together briefly, before speaking again.<br><br>"And that trade-off is fine, Sir. I'll be your boy. Do you . . .want me to call you Daddy?"
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:31:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; " You know how it works. I knew you were a smart boy. Daddy would be okay. If that's what you want," John said, running his hand thru the boy's soft hair. When his daughter heard her cute friend calling him daddy she would understand who's boy Brian really was. She'd be jealous, but she had probably figured out Brian would be no more than a friend to her by now. "And I'm pretty sure your momma has it all figured out so we don't have to worry about hiding anything from her."<br><br>&nbsp; "I'm going to have to have Alyssa teach you how to cook a little," the man teased, ruffling the teenager's hair. "Then there's dusting, the laundry, vacuuming...umm..let me think...what else...oh, yes, ironing..."<br><br>&nbsp; John tried holding back a smile.<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:36:08</strong>
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				Brian stared out the window. He was grateful, true enough. But there was the mildest bit of resentment building at the man's refusal to acknowledge what he -really- wanted him for.<br><br>"So you get a second wife, huh? I suppose you'll be teaching me all the important things, the things your first one wont do, yourself, huh?"<br><br>He hadn't meant for it to sound snarky. But it probably did, just a bit.<br><br>He turned his gaze to the older man. "I don't know what you said to my mom but . . .I'm guessing I'll be spending a lot more time at your house too?"
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:46:44</strong>
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				&nbsp; "I don't want to hear any smart mouth out of you, boy. Understand?" John growled, grabbing some of the boy's hair and pulling his head back some. He happened to like a boy with a little lip. He gave the boy's hair another tug, and added, "Don't think you're too old to get spanked."<br><br>&nbsp; "And I didn't tell your mom anything," Milano said, letting the teenager's hair go. He rubbed the back of the boys head where he had pulled the hair. "From the little smirk she had on her face when I offered to pay her rent I think she figured out that your were going to be my...let's say, my pet."
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 21:51:12</strong>
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				Brian whimpered pathetically when the man had him by the hair, and slumped in his seat when the hair was released. <br><br>"So everyone knows that I belong to you now." It was more a statement, than a question. "I guess I'd better start learning how to serve well, then."<br><br>He was quiet, for a moment, before another concern made itself prevalent.<br><br>"What about your wife? She's not going to be bothered by you . . . keeping me, so to speak?"
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 22:12:22</strong>
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				&nbsp; "She's lost interest in what a man really needs. Jen will be glad you're around," John said, tangling his fingers up in Brian's hair. He liked the way the teenager whined when he pulled it, but didn't try to stop him. He wanted to lean over and bite the boy's neck and leave a nice hickey that made it obvious he was owned. Instead he gave the hair a twist, and growled,&nbsp; "I bet you're a little slut. The quiet ones always are. Or at least you're all heated up to be a slut."<br><br>&nbsp; "C'mere," John said. pulling the boy's face over so that his nose was right at his armpit. It didn't really smell yet, but you had to show a boy who was going to be calling the shots. "Smell your, daddy, boy."
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 22:18:23</strong>
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				Brian felt his back arch and his shoulders rise, as the man's stubbly face and light mustache pressed into his neck, leaving behind a warm, wet spot on his neck that was sure to turn into quite the fiery hickey. It seemed that foreplay was over. John Milano was ready to make Brian his slut, to start treating him like the property that he was, now. <br><br>Brian leaned across the console, his face shoved into the big man's armpit. He sniffed it, trying not to let himself become to embarrassed. "S-smells good, Daddy." <br><br>It didn't really smell at all, truth be told. He guess that that would be changing soon. Big men like John tended to have pretty pungent odors to them. 
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 22:34:23</strong>
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				[OOC; He didn't leave over and give Brian a hickey. He was driving. LOL!]<br><br>&nbsp; "That's it, baby, get your face in daddy's pit," John hissed, pulling the boy's face deeper into his arm pit. Alyssa couldn't have brought home a better boy. This kid was going to work out just fine. Well, maybe he couldn't say that until he was smothering the boy in bed as he drove hard and deep into the pretty boy's cherry guts with his fat dick. Then we'd see for sure how much little Brian Downing would do for his daddy and for a better life.<br><br>&nbsp; John Milano reached behind the teenager giving the perfect ass a feel and then a sharp little smack.
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 22:44:45</strong>
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				((You would be surprised what can be accomplished while driving. Take it from me: I've done all sorts of stuff. And I drive a <em>standard</em>. Heh-heh. :) ))<br><br>Brian whimpered weakly as his face was ground against that armpit, and his ass was swatted. He didn't even want to think about how depraved the man could get. What if this wasn't going to be the vanilla kind of sex? What would the older, hairy Sicilian be doing to him, in this secluded cabin?<br><br>Whatever it was, he'd have to manage with it. He owed the man. It was like he really was, at this point, the man's pet. When he was finally released, he could do little more than mutter a breathless, "Thank you, Daddy."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 23:03:08</strong>
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				&nbsp; "So, have you played around before with any guys?" John asked, releasing Brian and letting the kid relax. The boy was going to have a long night. There was no point in sapping his energy in the car. No one had ever turned him on like this boy. Not even Jen. And she never went for anything beyond vanilla. If he had pulled her hair she would have put an end to playtime right away. Then he continued, with a grin, "Or been raped by any of the girls?"<br><br>&nbsp; John Milano checked his rear view mirror just as he slowed down and turned off onto the dirt road that led to the secluded cabin. It never hurt to be safe and check for any tail. He wanted to be especially careful with Brian along.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 23:15:10</strong>
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				Brian shook his head.<br><br>"No sir. I've never even seen anyone else naked." It was an embarrassing detail, but a true one. He'd avoided taking gym for that very reason. How he stayed so lithe was anyone's guess. <br><br>"I guess . . . that will be changing soon enough."<br><br>He wasn't going to skate around the reality of the situation. He was probably going to get his brains fucked out. John Milano, his best friend's big, hairy dad was going to do every filthy thing he could think of to him. And, as they pulled onto the dirt road that would take them to a secluded cabin, he realized there wasn't much he could do about it.
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				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 23:32:52</strong>
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				&nbsp; "Yes, that will change soon enough," the man grinned, pulling up in front of the cabin. He'd have to force himself to get the work out of the way first. If he dragged Brian to bed right away they might not get anything done. He popped open the trunk and piling spare bed sheets in the boys arms that would be used to cover the furniture so it wouldn't get so dusty over the winter. John smiled, and teasing the boy said, "Maybe I'll take some nudies of you. Alyssa is dying to see you naked."<br><br>&nbsp; Soon the pair were busy cleaning things and shuttering up the windows, tho not all. They'd save a little for the morning. John showed Brian around the property. He showed the teenager the lake behind the cabin and promising to take him out on the boat in the spring. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 23:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian did his work, and followed the man around like it was perfectly normal, like they were father/son-in-laws. Even though he knew that that would be changing soon enough. Still, it was nice to get dirty, and dusty for once. And the property around the place was breathtakingly gorgeous. He wondered on all the time that he'd be spending with this man and his family. He wondered if he'd ever leave. <br><br>Before he knew it, the two of them had done all the work. Brian was a pretty good worker, despite his soft appearance. Tougher than he looked.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 23:58:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Good job, baby," John said, pulling Brian into a little hug after they had finished up most of the work. He smelled the boy's hair. The soft scent of a slightly sweaty teenage boy made the man moan. It was much different than the stronger smell he was giving off. He pinned the boy to the wall a few minutes as he licked the kid's ear and felt up his ass. He ground himself into the much smaller boy. He again wanted to take his prize to bed, but Brian had done a good job cleaning. He deserved a reward.<br><br>&nbsp; "C'mon, hot stuff," John whispered, kissing Brian's nose. "You go put on some of your new clothes and I'll head out on the deck and get the grill going."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 00:04:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian sucked in breath a gave out a low groan as he was pressed up against the wall, his eyes clenching shut and head tilting slightly as his ear felt that warm, let tongue pass over it, and his ass was rudely groped.<br><br>He'd been right. John Milano, as a big hairy man, was giving off a big, powerful smell. His mind flashed to image of his face being shoved up in those sweat-stained pits, or between those big, hairy ass-cheeks. He was relieved when the man let go, kissing him on the nose. He could smell the man's breath, husky and masculine. <br><br>He figured now would be as good a time as any to try and get into it. "You want me to wear clothes? Wouldn't you rather I lose the one's I've got?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 00:15:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Little slut," John Milano said, giving his daughter's best friend's ass a smack. He gave it a hard squeeze trying to dig into the teenager's crack right thru his jeans. One thing was for sure. He was in love with Brian's ass. "Why don't you take everything off and go put that red thong I bought u on. If I see any hair on you except for maybe a little pubic hair I'm going to have Alyssa make you smooth."<br><br>&nbsp; John got a couple steaks from the kitchen and headed out onto the deck. They'd have to eat indoors as it was already to cold to be having dinner outside.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 00:21:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian wasn't concerned about that. He'd always been smooth, naturally. The man would be hard pressed to find hair anywhere but on top of his bed, and a little at his groin. <br><br>He headed out to the car, digging around in the trunk and fishing out the garment in question. He went back inside, and to the bathroom, changing out of his normal clothes and into . . well, almost nothing. The thong was embarrassing, and extremely uncomfortable. But if that's what Mr. Milano wanted . . .<br><br>He stepped back into the kitchen, his gaze averted, looking extremely self-conscious. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 02:33:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; John Milano wolf whistled when the boy reappeared in the kitchen. He was trying to put Brian at ease as he was obviously shy about showing this much of his body to anyone. much less a man. But the whistle was from the heart. <br><br>&nbsp; The kid looked hot!<br><br>&nbsp; "No wonder all the girls have the hots for you," the man smiled, gripping a handful of the boy cheeky behind and roughly massaging it. Brian's teenage ass was so curvy and smooth. "After we eat I want you to throw out all your old clothes with the other garbage."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 02:40:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian rested against the big man's chest, as his ass was roughly groped. "Y-yes, Sir."<br><br>He might as well start reciprocating. He reached down, running a hand down the grown man's thigh, feeling the man thick, powerful legs, admittedly having a little flab to them. <br><br>"A-and then after that . . .?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 03:57:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Then me and you are going to crawl in bed and get to know each other a little better," John said, slipping a finger into the teen's crack and rubbing the super tight pucker. The tip of the dry finger pressed slowly inside. the man twisted it around easing a little more in. He whispered, "You're such a naughty boy, aren't you, Brian? Hmmm? You like getting all this attention from a daddy, don't you, baby. You know your hot little bod turns daddy on. You little bitch."<br><br>&nbsp; "Now c'mon. Let's go eat," John said, easing the finger out of the boy's ass. He looked into Brian's eyes and kissed that finger..<br><br>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 04:03:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian wasn't expecting to feel that dry finger pressing inside of him, eliciting a long groan from the poor, virgin boy as his asshole was penetrated for the first time by that thick, hairy finger. "Y-yes Sir," he managed to gasp out, before the finger was mercifully removed.<br><br>He followed the man to the table and set down, looking a little freaked out. The food looked amazing though, and soon his was tucking in with an appetite appropriate for a boy his age.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 04:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "How do you stay so small?" Mr. Milano laughed, after seeing the amount of food the teenager had put away. Alyssa would of ate half of what Brian had but he is still a little smaller than her. The metabolism of a teenage boy was truly a wonder. <br><br>&nbsp; John Milano sat back and smoked his cigar as he watched his boy clean things up a bit. The boy moved well. He didn't walk around like an oaf. His cute ass looked kissable moving back and forth as the boy walked around. As Brian washed the few utensils they used Alex told him that tomorrow Alyssa would take him shopping for school clothes. He knew if the boy showed up at school in some of the things they got today he would get teased and maybe worse.<br><br>&nbsp; "Let's go relax," John said, leading the boy to the sofa. He patted his lap. "Come here, baby."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 04:48:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy heard the order come while he was still cleaning things up. He glanced at the sofa, then at the big man. He remembered the pain in his asshole. He gulped, nodding, and moving over to sit down on the big man's lap, feeling something poking into his butt cheek. <br><br>It astounded him how much bigger the Sicilian giant was than him. How hairy, and masculine, and rugged he was. It almost made him -want- to serve.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 05:03:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Such a pretty boy," John whispered, kissing the boy's cheek and then his' face. He sucked at the boy's lower lip. His hand reached up high between the girl smooth legs and felt Brian's thighs. He humped his hard, thick cock up at the teenager's warm bottom. It seemed to know that later on it would be pounding that ass to mush and making the cutey squeal like a girl. The man was going to use him. He was going to be rough. The boy would probably do some sobbing here and there. But not matter what by the end of the night Brian Downing was going to be one tired and fucked out teenage boy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 05:07:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian whimpered softly, leaning into the the kiss, grinding back against the man, his hand snaking up to rub at that broad chest, focusing on the man's nipples gently, trying to get him in the mood. He was starting to want it. Want it bad. <br><br>"Daddy&nbsp; . . . c-can we move . . . to the bedroom?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 09:57:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "The little slut is hot for his daddy's cock, isn't he?" John Milano whispered into the boy's ear as he carried the turned on teenager into the bedroom and dropped him onto the bed. The man stripped at the foot of the bed. If Brian wanted it, he was going to get it. He had considered giving the kid a break that night and just having the kid use his mouth. Instead there was no stopping him now. He was going to rip Brian's cherry wide open. His best friend Alyssa would notice for sure the next day that he was walking a bit funny when they went shopping. <br><br>&nbsp; "Your little pussy needs cock, don't it, bitch?" The man said, lifting the boys legs and pressing the knees to Brian's chest. He spread the boy's thighs some and put his face into the warmth between the blond's asscheeks and traced the crack with his tongue. He licked at the musty little pucker. He kissed at it. He sucked on it. Mr. Milano loved to eat out teen ass. His tongue pressed on Brian's asshole. Then licked before pressing again. Finally the tongue wormed it's way up the into the warm, little ass. Brian got licked deep by an expert. The man didn't stop until the kid's ass was sucking at his tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 15:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jarad was scared. And turned on. And intimidated. But when he saw the older man strip naked at the foot of the bed, exposing that power, hairy body (which, though it could stand to lose a few pounds, was more attractive than he would have thought possible), and it all melted away. Well, aside from being turned on. <br><br>He let himself be manipulated, exposing his tight little pucker for the man. "Yesss Daddy . . ." he whimpered, his hole winking at the man, exposed for his invading tongue. The moment that the warm, wet flesh connected with him, he let out a rather high pitched groan, the feeling unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He was squirming, soon enough, pushing back and allowing the man better access. <br><br>Dear god, it felt so good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 17:22:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; John gave the boy's tasty ass one last lick before replacing it with his finger. The man kissed each of Brian's creamy butt cheeks as he slipped his middle finger up the snug asshole. He fingerfucked the teenager. The crime bosses fat finger pressed in deeper. After a few thrust he jabbed a second finer alongside the first. This fuck was going to be a tight fit. It was going to hurt the kid no matter how slow he went. John's cock throbbed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 20:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jarad was incredibly tight around the man's thick finger. He groaned weakly, squeezing himself around it. He knew as well that he was going to be broken open by that crazy-thick phallus swinging between his Daddy's legs. He just hoped that the man would take a little more time to break him in, before trying anything. <br><br>"I-I can't wait to worship you, Daddy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 18:45:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Daddy's little pussy," John smirked down at the teenager, as he got to hi knees between the boy's legs. The man rubbed his long thick prick in the smooth, virgin valley between Jarad's asscheeks. John centered the head of his cock on the boy's pucker and began to gradually increase the pressure on the spit lubed fuck hole. After a few minutes the fat head squished inside the tight entrance.<br><br>&nbsp; His daughter's cute little friend was fucked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 18:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian's heart was pounding in his chest, as John Milano, his best friend's father, and a powerful crime lord, got into fucking position behind him. His entire body quivered, as he felt the head of that massive prick press against his backside. He braced himself, and took a deep breath, as the thing started to press into him. <br><br>When the big head finally did enter him, he let out a small cry of pain. It was like fire spreading all through him. "T-take it out, please, it's too much, g-give me a second, please! It hurts!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 20:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "That's it. Cry for me you little slut,"&nbsp; Alyssa's dad snarled, humping his hips and cruelly driving the rest of his monster dick into the poor teen's abused little ass. John pulled back and then hammered it home even deeper. The man gave Brian's cheeky ass a hard smack as he drove his Sicilian dick up into the defenseless blond. He leaned over a bit and chewed on Brian's sensitive boy titties. He fucked the teen without mercy all over the bed. He had never fucked a woman as rough as he was fucking this fresh and innocent teenager. He looked down into the kid's eyes, "You're just my fuck toy. That's all you are."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 20:14:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian cried and screamed bloody murder as he was brutally raped by the big hairy stud, his body being completely claimed and abused by the dominant man's hard, thrusting cock. His poor virgin hole was ripped open, and he could feel blood leaking out of him with each powerful thrust. The poor boy couldn't even fight it. The man was too strong. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 03:42:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; With one last yell John Milano punched his dick as deep as he could into the fucked and bleeding teenage ass. He stiffened and his cock pulsed as his man sperm pumped thru it and into Brian Downing's battered, little ass. John came like he hadn't in years. He fired 6 or 7 volleys into the tight boy-ass.<br><br>&nbsp; "Not bad, bitch," the man grunted, giving the boy's ass a smack. John found his dick slimed with the boy's ass and his cherry blood as he gently pulled out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 03:48:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian was gasping and crying pathetically when the man finally came, his bleeding and abused hole feeling like it was on fire by the time John was done. He was a mess, and so was John's dick. He may have been too rough with the boy.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 16:11:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "Damn, bitch, you're a good fuck," the mafia boss moaned, rolling off the teenager. He was totally exhausted. This kid had better liked getting it roughed because John had decided this boy was his. He send a few of his men over to fuck that skanky bitch this kid called mom to make her happy and keep her mouth shut. <br><br>&nbsp; "C'mon, baby," John grunted, sitting up. "Let's get showered up." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 16:39:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian had a hard time walking to the shower, a trickle of blood and cum running down his leg as they went. He was still sniffling, and seemed a bit afraid of the big man. Who wouldn't be, after that?<br><br>Still, he obeyed. He knew who was in charge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>traci80</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 17:04:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; "You can put these on when we get out of the shower," John Milano said, dangling a pair of Alyssa's pink bikini panties before him. The man took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom. He got out a couple of towels and a rag. As he adjusted the temperature he told Brian how after the shower they would have to get some work down before anymore play.<br><br>&nbsp; "After you, princess," he smiled, holding the shower curtain back for Brian. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Brian And The Mob</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsume</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 23:36:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brian stepped into the shower, breathing out a sigh of relief as the warm water hit him. He knew that the big male was most likely bluffing. There was barely any work left to be done. 'Work' probably meant some perverse game. He would probably even try something in the shower.<br><br>Still, it felt good, letting the steam and sound of water droplets run over him, relaxing his sore muscles. 
			</dd>
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