7 comments/ 34003 views/ 9 favorites A Sicilian's Torment By: Mark James Dark thoughts of sinful pleasures raced through Marco's mind. The moment his eyes fell on Jaimie, desire gripped him like a fever. He watched the beautiful blonde hurry across the crowded lobby toward him. Jaimie didn't know it yet, but before the day was over, he would fall victim to Marco's wicked desires. "Hey kid," Marco said. His full, inviting lips twisted into a sinister smile full of malicious intent. "Morning Mr. Cirelli," Jaimie said. He looked at his watch, avoiding Marco's eyes. Jaimie stood with his back to Marco, waiting for the elevator. The way Marco looked at him gave him the creeps. He shot a nervous glance over his shoulder, looking for anyone else heading up to Ad Dezines on the penthouse elevator. Instead he met Marco's eyes, piercing into him. Something dangerous lurked in his unforgiving, brown eyes. Somehow Jaimie knew that Marco wanted to do things to him, things that would make him cry and beg for mercy. The boy's cock stirred as a shiver of forbidden desire made a warm blush of shame rise to his cheeks. The tall, dark Sicilian, well-muscled like a sleek tiger, terrified Jaimie. A soft chime sounded and the elevator doors slid smoothly open. Jaimie reluctantly stepped in. Marco followed and stood a little too close to Jaimie in the roomy elevator. At six foot two and rock solid, his powerful body towered over Jaimie's slender five foot eight frame as the elevator rose silently. Marco's eyes, full of decadent hunger, crawled over Jaimie's supple young body. He took in the boy's blue eyes, his smooth face, his pink lips that came together in a soft pout. Marco could have wined and dined Jaimie at the best restaurants in town. But the boy was a whore. Marco lived for the thrill of bringing whores like Jaimie to their knees. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of victory. The sight of a bitch on all fours, desperate, begging for what they needed most – a hard dick up their whore ass, intoxicated him like the finest wine. Tonight Marco would claim Jaimie as his whore and the boy would have no choice but to beg and grovel at his feet like the bitch he was born to be. "How's the prison ad going Jaimie?" Marco said. "Not bad, Sir," Jaimie said. He cleared his throat nervously. "Actually, it's a soap ad set in prison." Marco's hands flew up in mock surrender. His black silk Armani pants outlined his erection. "Sure kid. That's what I meant. Must be my Sicilian English," Marco said with a shrug. He saw the nervous way Jaimie's eyes avoided his thick hardness. "Must be kinda tough for you though," Marco said, letting his eyes linger a little too long on Jaimie's full lips. "What's that Mr. Cirelli?" Jaimie said. His eyes darted to the floor indicator. Thirty floors to go. "Writing about prisons, since you've never been in one," Marco said. He looked at Jaimie. "Have you?" Jaimie's chest grew suddenly tight. It almost hurt to breathe. "No, Mr. Cirelli. Never," he said, hoping Marco wouldn't hear his racing heartbeat in his voice. "That's funny boy. ‘Cause I met someone who said you did," Marco said. There was something low and deadly in his voice, like a coiled snake about to strike. Suddenly, Marco pressed the Emergency Stop button. The swiftly rising elevator came to a sudden stop, knocking Jaimie off his feet. He felt Marco's raging hard on against his ass before the rocking elevator threw him against the opposite wall. "Nice," Marco murmured in Sicilian when he felt Jaimie against him. Jaimie's breath was hot in his tight chest. He was trapped twenty floors from nowhere with a horny Sicilian who somehow knew about his past. His heart pumped hard and fast as he struggled back to his feet. "What are you doing Mr. Cirelli?" Jaimie said, looking up at Marco in a near panic. The sight of the thick bulge between Marco's strong legs sent memories reeling through Jaimie's mind. Things he wished he could forget forever. Memories of dark places where evil men did bad things to him. Oh no, he thought, not again. Marco pushed his black hair back from his face. He crossed his thick arms and leaned against one wall of the elevator, looking down at Jaimie. In Marco's world, there was no mercy for whores like Jaimie. A tiny part of him felt sorry for the boy. But he was helpless in the face of the dark desires that drove him. The trapped look on the boy's scared face nearly drove Marco mad with lust. You're mine now boy. "Like I was saying, kid. You lied on your application," Marco said. Stinging sweat dripped into Jaimie's eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about Sir," he said, running a shaky hand through his blonde hair. "Sure you do kid." Marco grabbed Jaimie's slender arm and swung him around hard, forcing the boy into a corner. "Your mom and dad mortgaged their house to get that bad lawyer. He got your sentence reduced to one year for possession." All the color drained from Jaimie's face. His guts twisted into a sickening knot. "Oh my God, no," he said, dropping his head back against the wall. "I talked to Tyrone, your ex-cellmate. He said you had a nice tight ass. And you suck cock real good," Marco said, smiling down into Jaimie's blue eyes. "Please Mr. Cirelli. I'm clean now. I worked hard and stayed out of trouble. Please," Jaimie said. He saw his whole future melting away like sugar castles in the rain. Tears stood in his eyes. Hot excitement rushed through Marco as he looked down into the boy's pleading eyes. He pressed his swollen cock into the trembling boy's crotch, grabbing him tighter when Jaimie tried to pull away. The boy was helplessly caught in Marco's neatly laid trap. He knew Jaimie was too much of a whore to give up the east side for the dirty slums of his past. The boy had no choice but to submit and be used for his cruel pleasures. Marco gently wiped away the tears that ran down Jaimie's soft cheeks, with a cold, hard smile that made Jaimie feel like screaming. He loosened his grip on the boy, straightening Jaimie's thin tie. "Don't worry kid. Your secret's safe with me." Jaimie looked up at him, waiting. His short, hard life had taught him one crucial lesson: nothing came for free. "You're safe," Marco said, smoothing the boy's blonde hair back from his face. "I know exactly how to treat whores like you." He leaned close and whispered into Jaimie's ear. "I'm going to have my way with you boy. You're gonna be my bottom bitch." Marco pressed the Emergency Stop again and turned his back on Jaimie as the elevator lurched to a start. "It's a long way down to the streets from the penthouse kid." That's it. I quit. I'm through being a whore, Jaimie thought. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. But when the elevator doors slipped open, he stepped off after Marco, stepping into his new life of Sicilian torment. The rest of the day went by in a haze. Tomorrow was the deadline for Jaimie's most important project so far. But he could barely concentrate, thinking about Marco. When his phone rang at nine thirty that night, he nearly jumped out of his skin. It could only be the Sicilian. "Come over here kid. I need to see you," Marco said, and hung up in his ear. Jaimie's trembling legs barely carried him through the maze of deserted offices. When he got to Marco's corner office, he hesitated outside the door. All he had to do was turn around and go home. But he knew Marco wouldn't stop at that. No. Jaimie would be walking all the way back to the west side, leaving his ocean view apartment behind, his silk suits, his penthouse office, his Corvette, Steve. I can't walk away. God help me. I can't. He walked into the shadowy sea of darkness made by the track lighting over Marco's desk. "Close the door bitch and make me a drink," Marco said without looking up from his work. "Scotch on the rocks." The moment he heard Marco's voice, Jaimie knew the urbane Vice President of Advertising and Sales who sold million dollar accounts was gone. He was alone with the real Marco. A man from a tiny Mediterranean island where the savage law of survival of the fittest shaped men into hard warriors who took what they wanted and claimed it for their own. Jaimie fixed the drink at the built in bar while his desperate mind raced, trying to think of a way out of the latest mess he was in. He set it down on Marco's desk next to a manila envelope and leaned on the glass wall behind him, looking down at the rain swept city. Cirelli was right about one thing. It was a long way down to the dirty streets from here. "Why are you doing this to me?" Jaimie said in a shaky, uncertain voice. Behind him, Marco laughed, genuinely amused. He turned in his chair, facing Jaimie's back. "I told you this morning boy. I'm gonna make you my bitch." Jaimie closed his eyes, fighting to control his temper. His fingers closed around the black stress ball in his pocket until his knuckles turned white. You'll cost me one blow job, he'd thought the day Marco hired him. Oh God, how could he have been so wrong. "You know why I hired a gutter rat who went to community college to work in a company like Ad Dezines?" Marco said. "Why?" Jaimie said, even though he knew the answer. "Because I wanted your ass boy. And I knew you were a cock sucking bitch the minute I saw you." Jaimie took the ball from his pocket and turned it round and round in his shaking hands, watching rain beat against the glass. Lightening exploded across the night sky like heaven's artillery. "What's the name of the guy you're fucking now? Steve?" "Please. Leave him out of this. I'll do what you want," Jaimie said, pleading. He gripped the ball, squeezing it into a tiny sponge marble. "I know all about Steve. Nice boy. Graduated near the top of his class at NYU with an MBA. He looks like he fucks your mouth and your ass nice an' easy." "Please don't do this to me Mr. Cirelli. Please Sir," Jaimie said. Jaimie didn't know that his pleas stoked the raging fires of depraved lust that drove the Sicilian's dark soul, making him want to abuse the helpless boy even more. An evil smile rose to Marco's lips, twisting his handsome face into a mask of wicked desire. "But you don't like it soft and nice, do you?" Marco said. "You kept thinking about Tyrone's cock fucking you hard and using you like a whore." Marco went on and on, painting Jaimie's life in prison in ugly, sordid detail. A torrent of cruelly harsh words spilled from his lips. He talked of how the men had used his ass night after night, the men he'd been forced to service, how they'd treated him like a cheap street whore. His words stabbed into Jaimie like a thousand acid-tipped splinters straight to his heart, driving him mad with rage. "You were a whore in there. And you liked it, didn't you slut?" Jaimie banged on the glass and whirled from the window, stabbing a finger at Marco. "No!" he shouted. "I hated every minute of it. But I had to survive in there. I had to eat. I had to live. I had to," Jaimie said, hot color rising to his smooth cheeks. He turned back to the window, his teeth clenched. His ragged breathing was the only sound in the room. Marco sipped his drink and leaned back in his chair, enjoying himself. He was playing Jaimie like a fish on a hook. Nothing had entertained him like this in a long time. "You don't like being treated like a whore? So how come you been fucking that Cuban trucker on the side? What's his name? Miguel? He gives it to you hard and belts your bitch ass before he fucks you, doesn't he?" "Jesus," Jaimie said in a shaky voice. Miguel was his dirty little secret from the west side. "You should be more careful kid," Marco said. He took the manila envelope from his desk and threw it to the floor. Jaimie couldn't believe his eyes. The ball dropped from his nerveless fingers and rolled under Marco's desk. "What the fuck?" he said in a low breathless whisper. Pictures of him tied to Miguel's bed, his ass up, red and welted spilled out of the envelope. His pounding heart made his vision pulse in and out. Shots of Miguel's cock deep up his ass, down his throat, Jaimie on all fours, Jaimie's ass getting belted all cascaded onto the plush carpet. Jaimie ran both hands through his silky, blonde hair and closed his eyes, forcing himself to think through the cyclone of panic in his head. "You can't do this," Jaimie said, pointing a shaking finger at Marco. "It's blackmail. I'll call the police." Marco laughed, like a man who's heard a really good joke. "Go ahead. Ad Dezines is the biggest in the business. You'll never work as an artist again. I'll see to it. You'll be back on the west side flipping burgers or turning tricks." Marco sipped his drink and watched Jaimie's face crumble. He knew about the boy's long, hard climb up from the dirty, crowded slums of the west side. Jaimie would sell his soul before he'd go back to that rat infested hell hole. Helpless despair crossed the boy's lovely face like a shadow. A wild thrill twisted through Marco, making his swollen cock ache, as he watched. "Take your clothes off bitch." "No," Jaimie said. He sighed and his shoulders sagged in defeat. "Let's just get it over with. Let me suck you off and go home." Marco's face went deadly serious. He was up and out of his chair in one fluid motion. He banged Jaimie up against the glass and grabbed his balls hard through the boy's trousers. His powerful hand squeezed until he felt the seeds inside. Jaimie screamed for help, struggling uselessly against Marco's strength. But his pleas for help were answered only by the blank silence of the deserted offices outside Marco's door. Marco leaned close, talking into the whimpering boy's ear. "Don't ever talk to me like that again. I decide what you do and how you do it, you little bitch. You're gonna learn how to respect a man." He eased up on Jaimie's balls, but he didn't let go. "A bitch like you needs to learn to treat a man with respect." Marco looked down into Jaimie's eyes, wild with fear. "You'll learn or I'll show you what we do to little whore bitches like you where I come from," he said in a flat, cold voice that chilled the terrified boy to the bone. Marco gave his balls one last agonizing squeeze to make sure he understood who was the bitch, then let him go. Jaimie doubled over, gasping in pain. Marco got his drink and sat in the armchair on the other side of his desk. He leaned back and put his feet up, smiling as he watched Jaimie slide down the wall, holding his aching balls. No mercy whore, you're mine. "Don't fuck with me you little bitch. Or I'll make you sorry you ever met me," Marco said. "Too late," Jaimie said in a strangled voice. Marco sipped his drink, watching the boy clutching his balls, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. "I own you now boy. Obey me. Or I'll hurt you. You'll suffer more than you ever dreamed of. Take your fucking clothes off you little whore. Now." When Marco saw desperate tears fill the boy's eyes, a drop of pre-come oozed from the head of his swollen cock. He watched Jaimie undress, hard and hungry for him. Before the night was over, the bitch would beg for his thick cock up his whore ass. Marco's eyes devoured the sight of the boy's pink nipples on his smooth hairless chest. Hot desire burned in his eyes when the petite boy finally stood naked and helpless before him. "Good bitch. Get on all fours and show me your ass." Jaimie looked at him in disbelief. "What?" "Get on all fours like a bitch and show me your ass, I said. Or do you want me to squeeze those pretty pink balls some more?" Marco said, putting his drink down. Bright fear came into Jaimie's eyes. He slipped to his knees, bending over and exposing his naked round ass to the depraved hunger in Marco's dangerous eyes. "Spread your ass cheeks, show me that whore hole," Marco said. Jaimie obeyed, spreading his cheeks with trembling hands. When he saw Jaimie's pink little hole peeking out from between his perfect ass cheeks, Marco licked his lips like a starving wolf. He was gonna fuck that whore hole hard and make the bitch scream real good. "That's nice boy. Now move your ass around and moan like a whore for me," Marco said with a smile that would have stabbed stark horror into Jaimie's heart. Jaimie steeled himself and turned to face Marco on his knees. His racing heartbeat thundered in his ears. "Please Mr. Cirelli. Don't make me. That's what he did to me in prison," the boy said in a trembling voice. Tears filled his eyes again. "He'd take bids for who could have my ass first while I was on the floor, moving like that." He dropped his eyes as tears slid down his cheeks. "I knew when I was on the floor, moving my ass for them that the winner would take me to the basement and fuck me real hard. Please," he begged. "Please." "Yeah bitch, I know. He told me all about it. You did it for him. You'll do it for me. Now boy. I'm not gonna tell you again whore," Marco said. Marco watched the boy's tears glisten in the dim light on his soft, pink cheeks. Lust poured through him with molten heat, setting him on fire with hungry need. "Oh God, please," Jaimie said, dropping his head and crying. "I can't, I can't." Marco's hand whipped across Jaimie's face in a savage blow. Fucking little whore was gonna learn to obey him before the night was over. Or he'd pay the price. He grabbed the boy by his hair and before Jaimie knew what was happening, he was on his back on the floor, with Marco straddling him, his back to the boy. He reached for Jaimie's tie, then took a switchblade from his own pocket. Marco pressed a button and Jaimie nearly fainted when he saw a ten inch blade jump out. He tried to close his legs, but Marco put the blade between his legs. "Spread your legs bitch. Or I'll carve my name into you." "Please," Jaimie said, terrified. "No, don't." He spread his legs to Marco's knife. Marco laid the switchblade on the floor, with the cold blade resting on Jaimie's soft balls. The horrified boy tried not to breathe, feeling the wickedly sharp, cold metal pressed up against his sore balls. "I told you not to fuck with me boy. I'm gonna have to teach you how to be a good obedient bitch," Marco said. He took Jaimie's thin tie and wound it around the boy's cock with intricate skill. Marco worked quickly and neatly until Jaimie's cock was trapped in a cloth prison that was uncomfortable, but not excruciating. Marco picked up the knife and grabbed Jaimie's balls in his other hand. He slowly ran the flat side of the cold, smooth blade over the soft, pink skin of the boy's balls. Jaimie lay completely still, whimpering, afraid to move. "Like I told you boy, I'm gonna make you into my bitch. You're gonna crawl and beg and move your ass like the whore that you are." He squeezed Jaimie's balls, making the helpless boy buck and cry out. Marco kept his grip on his balls and pressed the point of the knife into the boy's delicate skin. Not enough to cut, but enough that Jaimie felt the sharp metal against him. "Please! No! I'm sorry. Please," Jaimie said, crying. "Fuck with me again and I swear, I'll make you scream yourself hoarse. You got that bitch?" Marco said, pressing the blade closer while he squeezed Jaimie's balls. Jaimie's screams filled the dark, shadowy room until Marco eased up slightly. "Answer me whore," Marco said, pressing the knife into Jaimie's balls. Another fraction of an inch, and he would draw blood. "Yes Sir. Please," Jaimie said. His voice bumped up and down to his crazed heartbeat. Holy Mary, Mother of God, Jaimie's mind gibbered at him. You should have stayed in church like Father Brannigan said. Now God's gonna get you. You're trapped fifty floors up with a Sicilian from hell. A Sicilian's Torment "You gonna be a good, obedient bitch?" Marco said, pressing the sharp edge of the blade to the boy's balls. "Yes!" Jaimie shrieked at him in terror. "Jesus. Anything. Just please stop," he begged. Marco let go and stood up, satisfied. He went back to his chair. "Now get on all fours and whore around for me. Act like you want me to bid on that bitch ass. You better please me boy." Jaimie heard the merciless hunger in Marco's voice and rose slowly to his hands and knees. He moved his ass around in slow sensual circles, moaning softly. "You don't sound a real desperate whore to me boy. Make a complete, degraded street whore of yourself – moan louder, beg me to fuck you real hard." The slight displeasure in Marco's voice struck terror into Jaimie's heart. He obeyed, deeply afraid of what Marco would do if he pissed him off. He moved his ass, arching his back, pushing his ass out to Marco. He moaned like he had the best cock in the world up his ass giving him the hottest fuck of his life. He moved his ass in slow erotic circles, moving up and down, sideways, like he was riding the sweetest piece of meat he'd ever had inside him. He begged Marco to fuck his hole hard, choke his throat with his cock, use him like a bitch. Marco made him beg for a long time, while he said lurid things about Jaimie's ass and how hard he was gonna fuck him and how he would make him beg like a bitch for his cock up his ass. Jaimie's couldn't believe it when he felt his cock straining against the bondage Marco had put on him. It throbbed painfully, unable to get a full erection inside the tight cloth cage. "Look at that you little whore. Your cock is hard," Marco said. "See what a little bitch you are?" He laughed softly, looking at the boy's hard cock between his legs. "Get over here you little cocksucker." Jaimie shrank from the evil look in Marco's eyes, but he obeyed, crawling between his legs. Marco ran his big, strong hands over Jaimie's smooth, young body, running his fingers over the helpless boy's hard nipples. Jaimie moaned softly as Marco fingered his nipples, pinching, squeezing, twisting them. "You love to be treated like a whore, don't you boy?" Jaimie looked up into Marco's hard, pitiless eyes. He wanted to spit in his face and deny that a dirt farmer dressed up in Armani could seduce him with cruelty. But his hard cock wouldn't let him deny the truth. He tossed his head back and moaned as Marco bent close and licked his nipples. When his hand slipped between Jaimie's legs, the boy trembled, but he didn't dare pull away. Marco's strong fingers massaged his sore balls while his teeth nipped and pulled at Jaimie's hard nipples, making the boy moan and writhe in pleasure. Marco's breath was hot on Jaimie's neck as his deep voice whispered into the boy's ear. "You know what little whores like you need to keep them in their place?" "No Sir," Jaimie said in a trembling whisper. He pressed his aching balls into Marco's strong fingers, even though he knew they might close into a fist. "Bitches like you need to drink a man's piss so they remember what degraded little whores they are," Marco said into his ear. He felt the boy stiffen in his arms. "You're gonna obey me, right boy?" Marco said, grasping Jaimie's balls without hurting him. "No, no, please," Jaimie said. "I'll obey." He trembled at the thought of Marco torturing his balls again. "Good bitch. Get your ass up and wait while I get a glass," Marco said. Jaimie obeyed and Marco got up, looking down at the whore's trembling ass with barely controlled lust. As Jaimie listened to his retreating footsteps, he thought of Miguel, who did everything the way he liked it. But Marco was frighteningly different. He was sure his balls would be squeezed to a pulp if he dared to disobey. His cock never got this hard for Miguel. He heard Marco coming back and his throbbing cock got even harder, straining against his tie, punishing him with pain. Marco put a glass on the floor behind Jaimie, in front of his chair. "I'm gonna take a piss and when I tell you, you're gonna drink it." He walked up behind the boy, taking his belt off. "Here's what you'll get if you don't." Marco doubled his thick leather belt and brought it down hard on Jaimie's ass. The boy cried out in pain, and rolled over onto his side, curling up into a ball. "Get over here on your knees whore," Marco said in a low voice full of corrupt desire. Jaimie scrambled back to his knees, crying. The Sicilian ordered the frightened blonde to get on all fours in front of the glass. Marco unzipped his pants and took his big, thick cock out. "Now you're gonna get what all bitches like you need boy," Marco said. He pissed into the glass. Warm, foul smelling liquid splashed onto Jaimie's cheeks as he watched the glass fill with piss in horror, until it nearly overflowed. "Kneel so your face is right over the glass. That's it, like a bitch about to lick his Master's piss. You are a bitch aren't you boy?" Jaimie didn't answer. He was overpowered by the strong smell of Marco's piss. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. How could his cock be hard like this? "Answer me when I talk to you boy," Marco said, running the leather belt across the welt he'd made on Jaimie's ass. "I get pissed off when my bitches don't answer me. You don't wanna piss me off do you boy?" Oh my God, no, Jaimie thought. "No Mr. Cirelli Sir," he said. "Then answer me boy. You're my bitch, right?" Jaimie nodded his head miserably. "Yes Sir, I'm your bitch," he said, too afraid to say anything else. "Good whore," Marco said, sitting down. He looked down at Jaimie between his legs. "Start licking the piss off the sides of the glass." Jaimie pressed the tip of his tongue to the side of the glass, tasting the horribly bitter taste of Marco's piss. "Let me see that tongue boy. Move it all over the glass like you love the taste of my piss, bitch," Marco said, enjoying himself. He watched as Jaimie's pink tongue trailed slowly along the outside of the glass, making the boy grimace as the taste spread in his mouth. "You like it boy?" Marco said, looking at the misery on Jaimie's face. Jaimie panicked. He didn't know what the right answer was. "Yes Sir," he said, hoping to escape Marco's thick belt. His answer was just what Marco needed to hear. Before the night was through, he would make a total, begging whore of the boy. "You see what you are now? Look at you. On your knees with your ass up in the air like a bitch licking a man's piss." "Yes Sir," Jaimie said. Tears came to his eyes as he licked the horrible taste of Marco's piss. He was terrified because he knew the Sicilian would demand that he drink it. Marco stood up. "Look what I got for you bitch," he said. He saw the greedy hunger in Jaimie's eyes when the boy looked up and saw his nine and half inch, thick cock. "Listen to me real good boy. You're gonna pick up that glass and drink every drop. If you do it good, I'll let you suck my cock." He came a step closer to Jaimie, letting the boy see the thick leather belt in his hand. "If you piss me off, I'll whip your ass and make you scream ‘til you can't scream no more. Got that whore?" Jaimie nodded, his throat suddenly too tight to speak. Marco crossed his arms, looking down into the boy's frightened face. "Drink boy. Don't you dare spill a drop," he said. Jaimie dropped his head and cried like the lost boy that he was. He squeezed his eyes shut and said a silent prayer. Not even in prison had he been forced to sink to this depth of shame. He looked up at Marco hoping for pity, but only evil danced in dark amusement in his demonic eyes. The boy licked his dry lips and picked up the glass. Some of the gold liquid spilled over his trembling hand to the floor. He shot a terrified glance at the cruel Sicilian, but he said nothing, waiting. It had to be now, or Jaimie would lose his courage. And God only knew what Marco would to do him if that happened. He brought the stinking glass to his mouth and tilted it to his lips. A river of vile, bitter liquid spilled down his throat. He wanted to throw the glass to the floor, but he didn't dare. ‘"That's it you whore. That's all you're good for, is to drink a man's piss and take a thick cock up your bitch ass," Marco said, watching the boy's throat work. Marco went on, telling Jaimie how he was gonna keep him for his bitch and use him like a whore and fuck him until he dreamed of nothing else but serving him. The horrified boy swallowed mouthful after mouthful of piss, until, an endless time later, the glass was empty and Jaimie's face was streaked with tears of shame. Marco was breathing hard, trembling with depraved lust after seeing Jaimie submit to him completely like that. "Good bitch. You did real good. Time for your reward," he said. "Crawl over here boy." Jaimie crawled to his feet. When the boy looked up, the sight of Marco's thick cock puckered his asshole and made his throat go dry. He had to be at least seven inches around with thick veins running up and down the length of it. Marco twined his strong fingers deep into Jaimie's hair, pulling his head back painfully. "Open your mouth whore," he said, pressing his thick cock against Jaimie's soft, pink lips. "Good bitch," Marco said, moaning in pleasure and sliding his throbbing cock into Jaimie's hot mouth. Scared or not, Jaimie liked nothing better than the feel of a thick cock filling his mouth. He took Marco's huge tool into his mouth until he felt it touch the back of his throat and held it there, relaxing, fighting his choke reflex. The taste of Marco's piss was strong in his mouth, but his cock was rock hard, straining painfully against the bondage of his tie. The feel of Jaimie's lips wrapped around his aching cock filled Marco with a savage need that would only be satisfied when he exploded deep inside the boy's tight hole. The bitch tried to pull back but Marco held him there and fucked his face so hard his balls slapped against Jaimie's chin. If his strong hands hadn't been holding Jaimie firmly by the hair, the force of Marco's thrusts would have thrown him to the floor. After a long time, Marco relented and held his monster cock against the back of Jaimie's painful throat, halting his breathing. The boy panicked, and beat his hands against Marco's thighs, but there was no escape from his strength. Finally Jaimie surrendered, and let Marco use his mouth like a pussy. "That's it boy," Marco said, fucking Jaimie's face in hard, cruel thrusts. "You're my bitch now. I fucking own your whore ass. Relax. Let me fuck that beautiful face." Jaimie was terrified, but his cock throbbed uncontrollably as Marco fucked his face violently, slamming his hips into his mouth, again and again. He knew Marco had claimed for his own. The Sicilian's brutal violence satisfied the barely understood hunger that raged inside him, a hunger that Miguel's kindness could never reach. Marco suddenly pushed Jaimie back, making him fall to the thick carpet. "On your back boy. I'm gonna give you what all little bitches like you need," he said, looking down at Jaimie's hard cock. Marco kicked his shoes off and undid his pants, revealing his muscled legs as his trousers slid to the floor. He stepped out of his pants and kneeled between Jaimie's legs and slid his finger into the boy's mouth. When Jaimie had lubed his finger, he slid his finger into the boy's hole. "That's nice boy. This whore hole is hot and tight. Look at that. Your bitch hole is closing tight around my finger boy," Marco said, sliding his finger in and out of Jaimie's pulsing hole. Jaimie writhed on Marco's finger, moaning as he pressed his thick finger in and out of his hot ass. His cock throbbed desperately inside the tie, sending waves of pain through him as he bucked up and down on Marco's finger inside him. "You want me to fuck this whore hole boy?" Marco slid his finger out of Jaimie's hungry hole. He spit on his cock, lubing himself for the boy. He pressed the thick head of his cock against Jaimie's hot hole, teasing the bitch. "Come on boy, tell me how much you need a thick cock up your whore ass," Marco said, licking and sucking Jaimie's nipples. "Yes, please," Jaimie begged breathlessly. "Please." "Please what boy?" Marco said, teasing Jaimie's hungry hole with his hard cock. "Please fuck me. Please. I want your cock inside me," Jaimie said, moaning and pressing his ass into the thick head of Marco's cock. "You ready boy? Is this bitch hole ready for me to pound it good?" Marco said, fingering Jaimie's nipples. Jaimie moaned softly and lifted his ass to meet Marco's cock. He was ready. So fucking ready. "Oh God, please, yes Sir. Fuck me, please," Jaimie said, writhing his ass shamelessly, hungry for the feel of Marco's thickness inside him. "Put your legs up for me. That's it bitch, show me that boy pussy," Marco said. "You want this whore?" he said, rubbing his wildly throbbing cock against the boy's tight hole. "You want my hard meat pounding into this dime size hole?" Marco couldn't wait any longer. He pressed the head of his swollen cock against Jaimie's tight hole. The boy's hole resisted, but Marco pressed insistently into Jaimie, and he was rewarded with the feel of the boy's incredibly sweet hole wrapping around his aching cock. The boy cried out and tried to escape Marco's thick cock, but Marco was too big and fast for him. He pinned Jaimie to the floor with his legs wide and almost over his head. "No you don't boy," he said over Jaimie's cries, fighting to hold still and give the boy's hole a chance to let him in. The boy whimpered as Marco inched deeper and deeper inside him. The pain seared into Jaimie, cutting through his fear and terror and becoming something else, a dark pleasure he'd only dreamed of. Finally, all nine and a half inches of Marco's throbbing meat were inside the boy's tight, hot hole. Jaimie's whimpers of pain turned to moans and gasps as unbelievable pleasure whipped through him. Marco pulled back and slowly sank himself into Jaimie's hungry hole again. "This hole is so hot and tight boy. I could fuck a sweet whore hole like this all night," Marco said, pumping Jaimie slowly and groaning sweetly as he sank himself into the boy's hole again and again. He fucked him slowly, wanting to see Jaimie enjoy it and make a total whore of himself. "You like it boy?" "Yes Sir," Jaimie said, panting and writhing on Marco's cock inside him. "But please Sir, my cock hurts so bad. Can I take it off? I can't come like this," he said. Marco slapped Jaimie's face hard. "Who said you were gonna come whore?" "Oh God," Jaimie moaned, realizing Marco meant to leave him desperate and hard. He writhed on Marco's thick meat, his aching cock throbbing in punishing pain. "You want me to stop boy?" Marco said, pumping his pulsing hole. "No Sir," Jaimie said, groaning desperately. "Tell me what you are boy," Marco demanded, fucking Jaimie in earnest now, pulling all the way out and sinking into him. His balls slapped Jaimie's ass over and over again. His thick black hair fell across his face. "Your bottom bitch, Sir," Jaimie said with shameless abandon. He was so close to coming, but he couldn't. "This hole is so fucking good boy," Marco said, moaning and fucking hard into Jaimie's writhing ass. "Here I come boy. Take my load bitch," Marco said and thrust himself violently into Jaimie one last time and shot his load up the boy's aching hole. Jaimie bucked up and down against Marco's hard body, desperate to have release, but he couldn't. He writhed and moaned helplessly, his bound, throbbing cock punishing him with pain. Marco fell over exhausted, and smoothed the hair from Jaimie's sweating face. "This is only the beginning boy," he said. "Maybe next time, if you earn it, I'll let you come," he whispered into Jaimie's ear. Marco got up and sat in his chair, his long legs stretched out. He motioned to Jaimie to sit at his feet. He tilted his head back as the boy rolled over onto his belly and curled up next to his feet. Tonight Marco had claimed Jaimie as his property. Now he would train him to be a complete, obedient serving bitch.