FORBIDDEN SERIES 2 —A PET BOY FOR THE MAFIA DON 2

His fingers tightened in my hair for a split second, pulling just enough to make my scalp sting.

“Kneel”

I hit the cold concrete floor hard, palms scraping rough stone. Fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms until the bite grounded me.

Vittorio circled me slowly, boots echoing off the walls. His unbuttoned shirt hung open now, revealing the hard ridges of his abs, the trail of dark hair vanishing into his slacks. That sweet bourbon-vanilla scent wrapped tighter around me, making my head swim.

He stopped behind me, one hand landing heavy on my shoulder.

“Strip, pet.”

My fingers trembled as I fumbled with my jacket zipper, peeling it off. Shirt next, buttons popping in my haste. Pants shoved down, boxers tangled with them. Naked now, skin prickling in the chill air, my cock half-hard despite the knot in my gut. I hated the way it bobbed, betraying me. Vittorio’s gaze raked over me, slow and appraising, like he was inspecting a new acquisition.

“Good boy.” He grabbed a leather collar from the table—wide, black, studded with silver rings and fastened it around my neck. The buckle clicked shut, leather cool and unyielding against my throat. He attached a chain leash, gave it a tug.

“Stand”

I did just immediately. Then he gave the leash another tug, my head jerked forward.

He led me to the center of the room, chain pulling taut. “Kneel.”

I dropped, knees grinding into concrete. Fists clenched harder on the floor, knuckles whitening. He picked up the nipple clamps—cold metal jaws with a connecting chain—and pinched my left nipple between his fingers first, rolling it until it peaked hard.

The clamp bit down; pain lanced through my chest, sharp and electric. I gasped, body jerking. He did the right one next, tugging the chain lightly to test. Fire spread between them, my nipples throbbing with every heartbeat.

“Beautiful,” he said, voice husky. He grabbed the riding crop, long, flexible leather, and trailed the tip down my spine. Goosebumps erupted in its wake.

Then he cracked it across my ass—sharp snap, heat blooming instant and fierce. I yelped, hips bucking forward. Another strike, then another, each one layering sting on sting until my skin burned red. My cock hardened fully now, leaking a thin string onto the floor. I bit my lip, tasting blood, fighting the moan building in my throat.

He set the crop aside, selected the smallest butt plug—sleek steel, tapered—and slicked it with lube from the bottle. The cap popped open; the wet squelch filled the quiet. He knelt behind me, one hand spreading my cheeks. Cold metal nudged my hole. “Breathe.”

I didn’t. Fists pounded the floor once, nails scraping. He pushed, slowly, insistent. The stretch burned, metal unforgiving as it breached me. Inch by inch, until the base seated flush.

Fullness pressed inside, heavy and cold. My hole clenched around it, sending jolts up my spine. He twisted it; I groaned low, hating the sound ripping from my chest.

He worked me open like that, swapping to larger plugs, each one thicker, the stretch turning from burn to ache to something deeper, hotter. By the third—fat, ridged silicone—my thighs shook, sweat slicking my back. He fucked me with it slow, angling against that spot inside until sparks lit behind my eyes.

A moan escaped, broken, unwilling. I clamped my jaw shut, fists twisting against the concrete.

“Fighting it, pet?” He chuckled, pulling the plug free with a wet pop. My hole gaped empty, clenching on nothing. He stood, unzipped his slacks. His cock sprang out, thick, veined, head already glistening. He fisted it once, stroking slowly.

“On your back.”

I rolled, concrete cold under my shoulders. He straddled my chest, knees pinning my arms. The collar tugged as he hooked the leash to a ring in the floor. Trapped. His cock hovered over my face, a musky scent mixing with his bourbon warmth.

“Open.”

But before I parted my lips open, his cock found its way in. He thrust in deep, no warning.

My throat convulsed around him, gagging wetly. Gluck. He pulled back, slammed forward again. Rhythm built—hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Spit bubbled at the corners of my mouth, dripping down my neck. I choked, eyes watering, but my cock throbbed harder, pre-cum pooling on my stomach. I hated it. The fullness, the burn, the way he filled me. I loved the way it made my body arch, seeking more.

A growl escaped his lip. He reached back, yanked the chain on my clamps. Pain spiked; I moaned around his cock, vibration humming through him. He groaned, thrusting faster. “Remember what you said? ‘I’m straight.’”

He pulled out, cock slick and shining, hovering over my lips. I gasped for air, chest heaving. Fists clenched at my sides, nails drawing blood now. “It… depends on who’s asking.” The words tumbled out, hoarse. “More. Please.”

His eyes darkened. He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up. The plug came out; emptiness ached. His cock nudged my hole, hot, blunt.

He pushed—slow at first, stretching me wide. Burn turned to fire; I buried my face in my arms, moaning into the crook of my elbow. He bottomed out, balls pressed flush. Paused. Then pulled back, slammed in—rough, deep. Slaps of skin echoed. He gripped my hips, bruises forming under his fingers, and fucked me hard, each thrust grinding against that spot, sparks turning to flames.

The electro pads came next, cold gel sticking to my inner thighs. He flipped the switch; low buzz hummed through me, current pulsing around my cock and balls. Pleasure spiked sharp; my body jerked, hole clenching around him. Moans poured out now, loud, desperate. I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, hating how my cock leaked steadily, how my fists unclenched just to claw the floor.

He wrapped the leash around his fist, pulled my head back. Collar dug in; breath shortened.

“Take it, pet.” He spanked my ass with his free hand, sharp cracks blending with the slap of our bodies. Skin burned hotter. The ball gag next—he shoved it between my teeth mid-thrust, buckling it tight. Drool spilled immediately. Muffled moans filled the room as he railed me, the current amping up, vibrations shaking through my core.

Orgasm built and coiled tight in my gut. I thrashed, begging around the gag. He denied, then switched off the pads, slowed his pace to teasing grinds. Edged me like that—building, denying—until tears tracked my cheeks.

Then he cranked the current high, thrust brutal and deep. I shattered, cock pulsing ropes onto the floor, hole spasming around him. He followed—a hot flood inside me, groans rumbling through his chest.

He pulled out, cum leaking down my thighs. I collapsed, body trembling, fists loose now, palms raw. He unbuckled the gag, removed the clamps, pain flared fresh as blood rushed back. His fingers traced my collar. “One year starts now.”