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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, 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:
      Leone_Abbacchio/Giorno_Giovanna, abbagio, gioleone
  Character:
      Leone_Abbacchio, Giorno_Giovanna, brief_appearance_by_Bruno_Buccellati
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Rape/Non-con, Piss, Drug-Induced_Sex, Drug_Use
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-04 Words: 3071
****** To What Lengths? ******
by apples4ryuk
Summary
     Leone gets to initiate Giorno into the gang. Who didn't see something
     horrible coming?
     AbbaGio
     nsfw, sin, rape/noncon, underage, drug use, piss
“Please follow Abbacchio into the interrogation room. From there, it will be
determined whether you are fit to be a member of Passione.”
Giorno knew there would be some kind of gang initiation, but what he expected
in his mind was a beating or a test of will, having him kill someone, or
whatever else - all expectations he gained more from Hollywood films he busied
himself with as a child than from actual gangster testimonies. What he didn’t
expect was to be blindfolded, tied up and stripped nude.
Or maybe he did know in the back of his mind that this was a possibility for
his initiation, but he didn’t want to believe it. He was less frightened than
determined but the person who was performing the initiation was the least
trustworthy, increasing his uneasiness.
He had tried to make Giorno drink piss for fuck’s sake. This guy had it out for
him and he’d known him less than an hour or two.
“Are you scared?” Abbacchio asked.
“No.”
“Good. We’ll begin shortly. Open your mouth, first.”
Giorno had a moment’s hesitance. Without sight there was only so much he could
guess about Abbacchio’s current position in the room. He didn’t want to chance
using Gold Experience, not yet, so he opened his mouth.
“Good, you’re obedient. That’s a trait we admire here in Passione.”
A pill was placed on Giorno’s tongue. “Swallow.” Before he could even try to
think of a way to escape its effects, his nose was pinched shut. Giorno
swallowed, all the while wracking his brain for a solution. He could change the
contents of his stomach to absorb the drug but withhold its effects - but was
that even possible?
“I’ll be back soon,” Abbacchio said. Giorno heard the door click shut.
It only took some minutes for the drug to take effect. Giorno’s body began to
sweat all over as if the room had become unbearably hot. Staying in one
position made his body uncomfortable so he wriggled around, trying to move, to
touch something else. He panted heavily, hips thrusting of their own accord
into the air.
The door clicked open again. Giorno turned his head toward the footsteps
walking toward him.
“Ah, what an eager boy. How old are you, again?”
Giorno struggled to form words. His lower body burned needily – he’d never felt
like this before, never been sexually charged to the nth degree; he was hardly
sexually charged at all. He didn’t detect movement from Abbacchio and cried out
as his nipple was pinched between two cold fingers.
“Answer me, Giovanna.”
“Fif—fifteen,” he said, keeping his voice as confident as was possible.
Unfortunately the fingers pinching his nipple hurt but also felt good, making
it harder to think straight.
“So young,” Abbacchio said. “Why do you want to join Passione?”
“That’s between… me and Buccellati,” Giorno said slowly.
“Hm, so he did tell you not to speak with me about it. Fine,” Abbacchio said,
twisting Giorno’s nipple. He chuckled at the sudden gasp from the blond’s small
pink lips. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? I could get in big
trouble for doing it with a minor…”
Giorno took a moment – was he really being given a choice? No—but the fingers
were replaced with a hot, wet tongue, and he lost all control of his mind. He
moaned, so unused to the stimulation. “Ye—yes,” he breathed. Damned if he was
going to let this man assault him and not join the gang. Giorno let his
determination win out, relaxing his body as best as he could manage. Abbacchio
wasted no time in spreading apart Giorno’s legs and lifting up his ass.
“I don’t like you, so don’t expect this to be a cake walk.”
Giorno clenched his jaw as something wet and cold circled around his anus –
probably Abbacchio’s finger. He bit back a snarky response, wondering why
Abbacchio would use lube at all if he hated Giorno enough to make the
initiation painful. Abbacchio pressed the tip of his forefinger in without
warning, all the way to his second knuckle. Giorno hissed, trying to will the
tightness in his muscles to relax. Pain shot up through his spine as he exhaled
slowly.
“You do have a cute little virgin ass, though,” Abbacchio said. “Everyone else
here sleeps around… or, they’re off limits. I can’t touch Narancia.”
Why divulge that information to me? Giorno thought. He inhaled sharply as
Abbacchio pushed his finger further in, letting it rest for only a few seconds
before he pulled it out to the first knuckle. He thrust two or three times
before adding another, shoving them both inside Giorno with a quick push.
Giorno bit his lip to keep from whimpering as his ass tore from being so
roughly handled. Abbacchio made a point to curl his fingers, too, and scratch
along the tender walls with his nails.
“Do you think I’m going to fuck you?”
Giorno would’ve shrugged his shoulders if he could move them, but the rope
around his wrists was too tight. Instead he breathed out in the quietest voice
possible, “I… I don’t know.”
Abbacchio scoffed. “That’s an unsatisfactory answer. Doesn’t matter, we’ll
start with one that’s going to make you beg.”
So thatisyour game,Giorno thought, holding his breath as Abbacchio pressed in a
third finger. You want to break me. Fine. I’ll break. I, Giorno Giovanna, am
not afraid.
What Giorno wasn’t sure about, however, was the drug’s overall effect. He knew
it increased his arousal because he was rock hard but all the same, he didn’t
expect to actually enjoy having something shoved up his ass. Abbacchio’s
fingers were long and reached deep inside him, and his nails did hurt at first
but as he dragged the sharp tips down again, Giorno gasped, feeling something
hot pooling in the pit of his belly. Why did it feel good? Was the drug’s
effect that strong? He grinded his teeth to prevent from making a sound. He
didn’t want to break just yet—
For it was a game to him, too. Abbacchio despised him and wanted him to lose.
Giorno knew he would have to for the sake of joining the gang, but he’d do so
on his own terms. He decided the moment Abbacchio pulled his fingers out that
he’d take it as far as he could before giving in.
“I’d like to ruin you, but let’s see how much you can handle, first,” Abbacchio
said.
Giorno listened to his footsteps. Three to the left. He turned his head, heard
some rummaging, then Abbacchio’s steps coming closer. He couldn’t tell what he
was doing after that until he felt warm hands touch his cock – his body jolted
and a quiet moan left his lips. Abbacchio laughed through his nose as he
slipped something onto Giorno’s cock.
At first he thought it was a condom, but nothing covered him following the
bottom ring. Abbacchio fitted it to the base and gave Giorno an experimental
stroke. He held his breath, still not willing to give in, even though
Abbacchio’s every touch sent shivers down his back. His hand was still warm
with lube that tingled his virgin skin.
Giorno choked on another gasp as Abbacchio rolled his thumb over the tip.
Though his cheeks burned he didn’t quite feel embarrassed that he was already
leaking precum; rather, Giorno was concerned with something else entirely.
There was pressure at the base, letting something build up in his shaft. It
throbbed painfully, and when Abbacchio thumbed over the slit another time he
couldn’t hold in another sound.
“Oops, I should tell you, I accidentally gave you a higher dosage than I was
supposed to. No wonder your physical reactions are so intense.”
Giorno’s nose curled into a sneer. He considered turning his binds into snakes
and making them attack Abbacchio, but he couldn’t. He needed to infiltrate the
gang and take down the boss. He kept his chest tight and ignored the throbbing
ache in his lower regions.
The weight shifted on the mattress—Abbacchio had left again. When he came back
Giorno felt his legs lift into the air and something cold and slick press into
his ass. He held his breath, his blackened vision spotting with white specks.
He couldn’t tell what kind of foreign object was being shoved inside him—it
felt like… plastic? Tears collected at the corner of his eyes and slid down his
face. Warm sweat covered his entire body.
“Still—you’re not…”
Abbacchio paused. Giorno waited for him to finish his sentence but he never
did; he seemed more focused on shoving the whole thing, whatever it was, up
Giorno’s ass.
Finally he stopped. “That should do,” he said in a low voice. “Now let’s see
how long you last.”
Giorno opened his mouth to ask what that meant but his question was answered as
a gentle vibration hummed around his insides. He whined in a high-pitched
voice, then held his breath again. God, his cock hurt – it wanted to be touched
and stroked again but he couldn’t reach. His hands pulled at the binds,
subconsciously changing them into flowery vines before he caught himself. He
stopped Gold Experience’s ability and gritted his teeth harder.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Abbacchio asked. Giorno remained silent.
“Alright then.”
The vibration intensity increased, shooting jolts of pleasure up Giorno’s cock.
His breathing quickened as his hips squirmed uselessly from side to side. He
wanted to cum, it felt so good in his ass but the pressure in his cock was hard
to ignore and completely unworkable. It became more and more painful rather
than pleasurable; the balancing rhythm between the two was disrupted by yet
another increase in the vibrator’s intensity.
“Impressive.”
“Why—why are you still talking?” Giorno forced out. He was hardly aware that he
spoke aloud, convinced he was still safe in the hazy atmosphere of his
thoughts.
Abbacchio didn’t answer that, however. He stayed quiet as Giorno squirmed on
the bed, assaulted by his own heaving chest that shimmered with sweat and
goosebumps simultaneously. Giorno groaned and thrust his hips up, desperate to
find relief in the air that offered him none. He choked back a whine and
swallowed to coat his dry throat in spit, licking his lips that were starting
to chap as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to touch you, Giorno Giovanna?” Abbacchio
purred. “You look like you need a hand.”
Giorno found strength to bite back his voice this time. If he verbally refused,
it could be taken as disobedience which might risk his chances of joining the
gang – or give Abbacchio more of a reason to torture him, so he remained
silent. Abbacchio could guess what his answer was, but at least he wasn’t
rebelling outright.
Abbacchio was quiet for a few minutes after that, though. At least it felt like
a few minutes, or maybe millennia – Giorno’s body continued to wriggle as much
as it could, becoming more and more desperate for release. “It’s only been four
minutes,” Abbacchio said. Giorno let out a breath he didn’t know he was
holding. “I’m impressed, honestly.”
He heard the creaking of a chair and more footsteps that stopped at his side.
Giorno kept his head back against the pillow and pursed his lips; but then
ruffling clothes sounded and a weight threw itself over Giorno’s chest. He
opened his mouth but something soft and warm was pushed inside immediately, way
past his teeth where the bulk rested on his tongue. Giorno knew what it was and
cringed with disgust, ready to chomp down with his teeth were it not for the
voice in the back of his head reminding him what the goal was.
To join the gang.
“Use your tongue.”
Giorno twisted his tongue around the length in his mouth the best he could,
lathering it in sparse spit. Abbacchio pulled it out partially and commanded,
“Now the tip.” Giorno exhaled slowly through his nostrils as he lapped at the
tip. The skin tasted bitter and unwashed.
“Good.”
Abbacchio started to thrust in his mouth again, gagging Giorno effortlessly.
Giorno still had some clarity in his mind and used Gold Experience to loosen
his throat, lest he throw up and choke on his own puke. Abbacchio either didn’t
notice or didn’t care so long as Giorno’s ability was not harming him.
He felt a rough yank on his hair that pulled him forward. Giorno clenched his
eyes shut despite them being covered by cloth, waiting and willing in a haze
for it to all be over. But as he expected, Abbacchio turned up the vibrator
settings another notch. The buzzing sounds coming out of his aching ass could
be felt at the base of his spine. His body jerked and he pulled his head back
with a rush of strength, gasping for air without Abbacchio’s cock assaulting
him.
The cock ring was becoming unbearably painful. He felt like he could burst from
the pressure and buildup. He whined and pulled on the ropes again, unable to
stop Gold Experience from turning them into more flowery vines. “So this is
part of your ability, too?” Abbacchio wondered aloud. Giorno snarled, ready to
throw in the towel—but the voice came back in his head telling him to wait,
wait. He had to join Passione.
“P-please,” he choked out, throat dry. He coughed a little and lifted his hips,
groaning at the heavy weight still sitting on his chest. Abbacchio had
contented himself with rubbing his cock between Giorno’s soft, small pecs. He
didn’t want to beg, his mind wasn’t ready to give up – but his body was. His
legs shook and his feet were cramped from curling at the toes, and the heat in
his stomach seemed to evaporate into a pool of oblivion, leaving an empty space
that starved for something unthinkable. His vision spotted with white dots
again as he gritted his teeth and repeated, “Please.”
“Oh, you want help now? Is the maximum setting too much for you, Giorno?”
Giorno’s nostrils flared. “Yes.”
“Let me teach you a little lesson, first, Giorno Giovanna.” Abbacchio roughly
grabbed his cheeks, pressing them in with his fingers. His sharp nails poked
his soft, youthful skin. “You will address me as sir and nothing else. You will
not call me Abbacchio and don’t even think about calling me by my first name.
If Bruno allows you to join Passione, there’s nothing I can do – but I will
make sure that you obey me. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Abbacchio squeezed his cheeks harder, moving Giorno’s face from side to side.
“Yes what, Giorno Giovanna?”
“Yes sir.”
“That’s more like it.”
The painfully slow drag of Abbacchio’s nails down his torso was surely
intentional, Giorno thought. He wriggled and whimpered, aching for a touch, for
anything. When Abbacchio’s hand wrapped around his cock he gasped; it tingled
everywhere and he was sure he’d cum from that alone, but he didn’t, no, because
the cock ring was still on. Long fingers pressed and squeezed as they traveled
lower, until finally—finally a nail hooked around the cock ring and slowly
rolled it off.
Giorno’s eyes rolled back and he groaned deep in his throat. His cock twitched
as it was freed from the intense pressure holding it back, leaking at the tip
uncontrollably.
“How do you ask, Giorno?”
“Please, sir,” he said without hesitance.
Abbacchio chuckled and wrapped his hand around the base, keeping a slow rhythm
as he stroked Giorno fully. It didn’t take long—after three long strokes Giorno
sputtered a choked cry and came all over Abbacchio’s hand. He breathed heavily,
body squirming as the vibrator inside him prolonged his orgasm.
“Please—stop—“
“Fine.”
Abbacchio pressed another button from what Giorno could guess, and the
vibrating stopped. His chest heaved, finding some relief though it took Giorno
another minute or so to calm down from the intense bursts of sensation.
“Ah-ah-ah, but I’m not finished yet, Giorno,” Abbacchio said. He climbed back
up Giorno’s chest and smeared the tip of his cock over Giorno’s lips.
Strangely, his member felt… soft, flaccid. Giorno opened his mouth anyway,
startled by Abbacchio’s louder laugh as he shoved it all the way in. “Actually,
I’m not aroused anymore—“
Giorno’s eyes shot open, darting from side to side beneath the blindfold. There
was no way—he hadn’t noticed—had he?
“—but there is some form of… release that I need. Drink up, Giorno Giovanna.”
Giorno tried to clamp down but Abbacchio had already starting pissing in his
mouth. He coughed, trying to force out the warm, acidic liquid but Abbacchio
only pushed his cock further in, his weight crushing Giorno’s head back onto
the pillow. It dribbled messily out of his mouth as he gagged and gargled. Two
fingers pinched his nose shut, and since he couldn’t breathe through his
stuffed mouth either, Giorno was forced to swallow the majority of Abbacchio’s
piss.
When Abbacchio finally removed his cock, Giorno gagged and tasted his own bile
as it came up. But he swallowed it back down, shuddering and moaning incoherent
babbles. He turned his head, trying to reach his shoulders to wipe off the
remaining piss on his lips.
“That’s what you get for tricking your way out of it earlier. Bruno will be up
shortly to unbind you and clean you up.”
Clothes rustled and the weight on the bed lightened. Fast footsteps made way
for the door that opened and closed with a bang. Giorno’s head continued to bob
up and down as he tried not to throw up and choke on his own churning insides.
With Abbacchio no longer in the room, Gold Experience appeared and with some
difficulty due to the drug’s effects, cut Giorno loose. He turned to his side
and pushed up on his knees to leaned over the bed, hurling onto the floor
without a care. Once he emptied enough of Abbacchio’s piss out of his stomach,
he crossed his arms and lay his forehead on them, shivering. A cold sweat
chilled his body that could not calm down.
A soft click and softer footsteps. Giorno was hardly conscious but he felt a
gentle hand stroke his hair right before he passed out.
“Rest, Giorno. We’ll clean you up in a bit.”
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