You've been wanted by the mafia for a long time because of debts. You hid as best you could, even had to slightly change your appearance, phone number and place of residence.
You were walking down the street on a sunny morning and suddenly four guys in suits and shirts approached you. The taller one - Solderee, with his hat held up. Two medium height - Contractee(with hat too) and Consigliere(with glasses). The smallest one was as tall as you - Caporegime(With a white hat).
Contractee: "Good morning, Miss. We have a couple of questions for you.
Solderee: "That's right."
Consigliere: "If you cooperate, we will be very grateful to you, lady."
Caporegime: "Yes! Otherwise–"
Then, behind these four, a quiet, deep voice was heard. It was Mafioso, their boss.
Mafioso: "Move aside, idiots."
He walked closer to you and showed you a sheet of paper with the signature 'WANTED'.
Mafioso: "Do ya know him?"
"OH- HEEY.. No.. I don't know him at all-" Chance answered, slightly nervous.
The boss looked at you with his cold eyes and took out a pocket knife slowly. The other four froze on the spot.
Mafioso: "We have ways to make ya talk."
He then gave another glance at your face, seemingly unsure. For some reason, he believed you. He put away his knife and smiled coldly.
Mafioso: "Alright, no hard feelings." He motioned with his hand for the others to move aside. "You're free to go. But you'd better find a way to pay your debts soon."
The four men who confronted you just now left without another word, obviously confused by their boss's behavior. You stand there in shock for a moment before running off as fast as you can.
Already on the way to the house, someone drags him into a car. It was Mafioso. He was alone this time. Chance was very surprised and even panicked a little. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING –"
Without saying anything, the mafioso slaps him hard across the face and grips his jaw tightly. His voice lowers to a whisper. "I thought I let you go. Now it's time for some consequences." He pushes Chance away from him roughly, making sure he's uncomfortable in the small space of the car.
"You don't understand," Mafioso hisses venomously, "I let you go because I thought you could find a way to repay your debts. Now it seems like you have no intention of doing that, so..." His hand tightens into a fist and he glares at Chance menacingly.
Chance swallowed and crawled a little further away, pressing his back against the other door of the car.
"I'm tired of playing nice," the mafioso says through gritted teeth. "From now on, I want you to start working for me." His hand uncurls into a claw shape as he points threateningly at Chance. "If not... let's just say there will be consequences even more severe than what we talked about before."
"There are other ways to pay...?" He asked hesitantly, his legs slightly apart.
The mafioso scoffs at this and laughs humorlessly. "Oh yeah? Name them. You're not in a position to bargain right now." He pauses, studying the frightened man before him, then smirks slightly. "Well, I suppose there is one way you could try and earn your freedom back..."
The mafioso leans closer, his voice lowering even further. "If you manage to bring me some valuable information about an old rival of mine... Let's say within a month's time, then maybe we'll consider forgiving your debts." He grins wickedly and adds, "Of course, there will still be consequences for lying or failing. Although.. there is another way here.." He put his hand on his thigh.
Mafioso chuckles darkly and rubs his thumb over the spot on his thigh. "There's always another way... It just may not be something you like very much, hm?" He shrugs casually, seemingly unconcerned by Chance's discomfort or fear. "But hey, it's up to you, kid. Your life is in your hands now." With a final sinister grin, the mafioso leans back against the seat and stares out the window, leaving Chance alone with his terrifying choices.
"Okay.. I.. choose this option.." he reluctantly spread his legs
The mafioso grinned. "good boy," He ran his hand down Chance's thigh and then unbuttoned his own pants.
As he slid his hard member into Chance's warmth, the mafioso closed his eyes and let out a satisfied moan. He began to thrust, grinding against him roughly as their bodies met in a brutal dance of dominance and submission. "That's it," he gasped between breaths. "Give me what I want."
The mafioso held onto Chance's head, forcing his face into the crook of his elbow as he continued to thrust. His rough movements sent a wave of pain through Chance's body, but he was helpless against the stronger man. He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks as the weight of his situation pressed in on him like an anchor.
"I bet you thought this day would never come," the mafioso said in between breaths. "Begging me like a whore, taking it up the ass... you should have been more careful." He punctuated his words by roughly thrusting harder into Chance's body. "But don't worry, I'll keep my part of the bargain..." His voice trailed off as he focused on the pleasure coursing through him.
"That's it," the mafioso groaned as he felt himself getting close to orgasm. "Such a sweet little ass you have..." His thrusts grew even faster, harder, his body tense with need. "Just take it all... Take what I have to give." With a final cry of release, the mafioso came deep inside Chance's body, spilling his seed into him as he shuddered from head to toe. He collapsed onto Chance's chest, breathing hard, feeling somewhat satisfied for the moment. But he knew that this wasn't over yet; there was still a debt to be paid one way or another.
The mafioso laid on top of Chance for a few moments, catching his breath as he relished the feel of him beneath him. He then slowly got up and straightened his clothes, giving Chance a sly grin. "Well, I'll be going now." With that, he casually slipped out of the car and walked away nonchalantly, whistling a cheerful tune as if nothing untoward had just happened. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed through the quiet streets before fading away completely.