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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Dio_Brando/Original_Male_Character(s)
  Character:
      Dio_Brando, Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      D/s, shoe_licking, kicking, Worship, 13_year_old_dio_just_to_be
      different, Implied/Referenced_Underage_Prostitution, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs,
      what_is_this_I_don't_even
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-14 Words: 2282
****** Swine ******
by Schediaphilia
Summary
     Dio finds himself back in his old stomping ground after being taken
     into and assimilated into the Joestar family. However, he's come back
     of his own volition.
Notes
     what is this i dont understand why is this
See the end of the work for more notes
He had no idea what had brought him here. He grit his teeth as he swung open a
door in the familiar alleyway before stepping in.
“Need more coin, Dio dear?”
With a sneer he glared at the offending male, who did nothing except leer down
at the boy.
“It’s been awhile.” The man added with a small smile before eying the thirteen
year old up and down. The man seemed to considering something before smiling
delicately.
“Finally got a buyer?”
Dio must have shown some confusion on his face for the leering man continued,
“Those clothes look good on you. Rather expensive as well, I’d say.”
Dio sighed. Just when he had stopped being paranoid of the looks he received
from miscreants he used to call “friends” due to his attire, Franz just had to
point it out.
“My clothes are of no concern. I trust there are clients today?”
Franz smiled a toothy grin, “Yes, yes. Mr. Aloisus in particular has been
missing you.”
Dio cringed, recalling the man. Rotund, small in stature, and nothing pleasant
to look at. Dio had never seen his face, not since after his first appointment
with him.
“You scum. Do you honestly think you  deserve to show your face to me?”
Dio tightened his grip in the gentleman’s brown hair, pulling.
“Ah, please-! It hurt- it-“
With a rip a chunk of hair ripped out as sausage like fingers covered his head,
whimpering.
“I’m sorry.”
After that the man took to wearing bandages on his days to The Liebe, as it was
so named by its bilingual owner.
“Excuse me for asking,” Franz cut in as Dio began walking to an unoccupied
room.
Dio turned an icy look but all Franz did was smile in return.
“But you seem well off now so if I could increase the price of the-“
“Take what you want from my pay.”
This wasn’t about money, he supposed. No, it was something of a cruel addiction
at this point, one he spent many days staving off until finally snapping.
Franz seemed speechless before nodding. He seemed positively giddy about,
essentially, free cash. Dio narrowed his eyes at him, deciding he was glad his
expertise wasn’t in merely laying on his back, as many boys his age took in
this place. No, he was niche, he had a certain expertise. One that didn’t come
for cheap, for that matter.
It also meant that bastard never ‘sampled’ him, something for which he was
grateful to a deity he didn’t believe in.  
He made his way finally to an unoccupied room, one with which was his favorite
not to long ago. Walking in and setting the lock, he breathed in the air with a
sour look. The mill nearby made everything smell terrible and the smell did
nothing to permeate with the dust of the building. Despite it’s lackluster
scent, the room looked rather posh, one the more sophisticated clients took a
liking to.
He was considering whether to remain in his clothes or to change into the soft,
silken bathrobe when a knock resounded.
As he approached he heard heavy breathing. With a sigh, Dio knew exactly who it
was. He opened the door to be face to face with the ridiculous man who asked
Dio to call him Allo on his first day. Allo of all things. The man was child-
like and repugnant in his own way, short and far too fat for his frame, face
covered in white bandages.
“Dio…” The man wheezed stepping in.
“You certainly didn’t take long, I was hoping to relax a bit. God forbid,
you’re downright insatiable.”
Dio looked away from the sight, already feeling disgusted. He was regretting
this decision.
“I waited.” The man wheezed.
“You waited?” Dio asked, not sure what the idiot was talking about.
“You disappeared. I came by every day for the last year and-“
The man took a second to breathe in slowly, “You’re finally back.”
“Do not mistake this, pig. I am not ‘back’. I am merely… visiting.” Dio had
spoken too soon, insulted at the concept of needing this trash. He realized too
late that the words meant he was here willingly. Narrowing his eyes at the
object of his current disgust, he realized he truly did willingly come back.
“This isn’t permanent.” Dio added in a harsher tone than normal.
“Ah, please forgive me for upsetting you.” Alosius closed the door behind
himself and locked it, before kneeling before Dio and bowing.
“Forgive you? You deserve no such forgiveness.” Dio kicked the man in the side,
relishing in the feeling of fat pushing away, in the noise of pain and
acceptance that left the older man.
Now that Dio thought of it he had to bet this man was at least forty. He
laughed outwardly.
“You’re truly disgusting. You’re nothing but swine.” The tone seemed to shift
subtly in his voice. Alosius shifted his head away preemptively when he felt
leather through the bandages, preparing himself for another kick.
Dio couldn’t help but smirk as his command got caught in his throat for only a
second.
“Lick my shoe clean, pig.”
Why was he doing this? He wasn’t even getting paid, he wasn’t even-
Dio found it impossible to pull his eyes away from the image of the middle-aged
man licked his leather shoes with a slow passion, a deep ingrained loyalty.
He knew exactly why he had come back. He refused to admit it as Alosius rubbed
his hands gently under the shoe he ran his tongue over smoothly, reaching Dio’s
ankle and softly massaging, almost lovingly.
“Are you really turned on by this? You really are disgusting.” Dio pushed the
man away with his foot before walking away.
“If you’re so impatient I suppose I’ll just have to sate you. Disrope me.”
Alosius seemed unsure of what to do and even Dio was unsure of just why he was
pushing this a step forward of his own volition, a step he’d never before
voiced any positivity about. It was a part he ignored plaintively, one that was
met never with words, only bitten back groans.
“You…” Alosius muttered, his voice in a mirthful lilt, teeth poking from his
smile from under the bandages. His beady eyes could do well covered as well,
Dio thought drearily to himself.
Alosius putted over and waved a hand to the soft, canopied bed.
“Please sit, my lord.” Dio hesitated. He knew why he was here.
He had to keep control. He couldn’t lose it again. Not like every other damned
time—
Dio flinched at the feeling of the tie coming undone on his neck. Closing his
yellow eyes he gulped softly, ignoring the fingers as they popped open the
collar and lovingly rubbed on the boys neck, marveling at the growing adam’s
apple.
“You’re so beautiful,” Alosius wheezed, breath stinking of alcohol and tobacco.
It always ended up like this. No matter how much he kicked the man around. No
matter how much he made the man bleed. This was a part of the deal.
His eyes shot open at the feeling of rough lips on his neck, a gasp shooting
out. Calm, keep calm, keep calm. Swallowing he allowed the man to continue,
counting the intervals between each inhale and exhale.
A small moan left with an exhale when he felt fingers gently exploring his
clothed thighs. It’d been so long since he was touched, so long since he’d been
worshipped.
“Dio…” Alosius placed his head on Dio’s chest, breathing in deeply before a
soft moan of his own leaked out.
“You’re so perfect… so perfect…” Dio grabbed at the bandaged head as it slid
down, almost missing the feeling of brown hair in his hands. When hand went to
unbutton his pants he shift forward, allowing the man to unbutton them.
When he felt hands rubs down his hips and pull away his underwear he laughed
lightly.
“So impatient today.” He purred.
“I’m sorry. It’s been so long—“
“I know.”
It didn’t seem words were necessary as Alosius pulled down Dio’s pants and
underwear enough to reveal Dio’s tumescence, already dripping precum.
“You missed me too…”
“In your dreams, pig.”
With a soft groan Alosius reached out and grabbed Dio’s length, lapping gently
at the head. Dio leaned back on his hands, projecting his hips nearly off the
edge of the bed.
“Damn…” Was all he breathed as the older man took him entirely into his mouth.
“You want me to cum on your face, pervert?”
Alosius’s response was to lick the underside vigorously and twist up and back
down with a soft wet noise. It took all of Dio’s power not to moan, not to buck
into the man’s mouth wantonly. He had to keep in control, he had to keep calm.
“You’re so…” Dio breathed out, closing his eyes at the pleasure after a
particularly hard suck.
“God damned disgusting. I hope you die—“ He moaned and shot one hand forward to
push down on Alosius’s head. So close, so fucking close—
“I want to fucking kill you.”
Waves shot through his body as he whispered with a grunt, fingers twisting and
pulling at the bandages on the man’s head. Alosius pulled back with a loud moan
of appreciation but Dio didn’t look. He didn’t need to. It was the same every
time. His mouth would be wide open, cum sitting on his tongue and along his
lips.
“I want you to kill me.” Alosius whispered back.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, pig.” Dio kicked Alosius away before kicking
off his shoes. He worked on taking off his clothes while the man spent his time
savoring Dio’s cum.
“Did you bring oil?” Dio asked in a conversational tone that took Alosius off
guard. The man nodded reaching into his coat pocket.
“Lie down.” Dio pointed to the bed as if he were talking to a dog.
“And pull your pants down.” Dio pulled the lube bottle out of Alosius’s hands
as the man looked at him curiously but obeyed, climbing onto the bed and laying
on his back, hard dick on display.
“What, you don’t have problems getting it up yet? Shocking.” Dio noted with a
laugh as he climbed on top. The smile on Alosius’s lips and the look in his
eyes suggested he was really pleased about this position as Dio lowered onto
the man’s upper thighs.
Grabbing Alosius’s length roughly, he smeared it with the oil the man provided,
perhaps too much. He was sure he would be able to feel the slickness inside of
him until tomorrow.
Dio felt disgusted as at the feeling of the man’s prick entering him and felt
even more disgusted by his body welcoming him as he was an old friend. But none
of that mattered when he arched his back and rose up, shivering at the feeling
coursing through him.
Keep in control. A soft moan escaped him as he slid back down, feeling the
man’s length go deeper. He was growing insatiable, growing unable to hold back.
He breathed heavily as he slid up again and back down, bouncing on the man’s
dick.
It was then that he had a problem. His thighs were already tired. Grumbling he
continued but lost vigor, desperately sliding as much as he could on the
twitching length. He wasn’t used to this position by any means.
“Dammit…” He furrowed his brow and leaned back on his hands to give himself
more leverage, slamming back down with a moan but it still wasn’t enough. It
wasn’t hard enough, it wasn’t fast enough.
“More…” He whimpered as he struggled to contain his breathing.
“I need to…” He didn’t protest when the man under him leaned up and pushed him
over,  even going as far as to wrap his legs around him as much as he could.
He felt on fire, he felt as if his insides were melted, he needed relief, he
needed—
He flung his head back with a loud moan at the hard thrust given to him. He
wriggled his ass, asking for more with movements alone.
“Are you close?” Alosius whispered as he leant over and thrust again, the boy
clutching as the man’s jacket and burying his face into the soft flesh under
the cloth. Dio nodded and whimpered, arching his back with a soft noise falling
from his mouth.
“Please…” Alosius used one hand to cup Dio’s head, rubbing gently through the
tendrils and he thrust harder and faster. He didn’t stop when Dio’s eyes shot
open and pupils rolled backwards, he didn’t stop when Dio couldn’t stop
moaning, drool pooling on the corner of his mouth, he didn’t stop when Dio came
violently on the front of Alosius’s (probably expensive) overcoat and couldn’t
stop writhing with tears stinging his eyes from overstimulation.
It seemed like forever when Dio finally felt a warmth fill him and he could
close his eyes and rest.
 
He shot up in bed, looking around. He’d fallen asleep. Sighing he placed a hand
to his face and stood up and got dressed. Walking to the door he noticed a
bundle of money on the stand by the door with a note.
Franz said you asked not to be paid. I gave him the payment but I felt my young
lord des- he tore up the note on the spot and shoved the money into his
trousers.
He knew exactly why he’d come here. He ran his fingers through his hair. He
couldn’t stay in control. He couldn’t stay dominant.
He tsk’ed before opening the door.
“What a waste of a trip, coming here for that pig.”
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