- Mafia boy -

Top: George 

Bottom: Dream

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Dream was dragged into a room by rough hands. His face covered by a black cloth and hands bound behind him. He was forced to sit in a chair and the cloth over his head was roughly taken off. What he first saw was a small grey table with another chair on the other side in front of him. His hands were still bound behind him so he couldn't move away. To his right he heard the sound of a door opening and saw a man adorned in a black suit stroll calmly inside and sat in the chair. His black hair ruffled a bit as he placed his hands on the table.

"So, mind telling me what you were doing stealing our merchandise in that factory?" The man finally spoke. His voice had a hint of a British accent.

"I- uh... was just uh..." Dream couldn't find the words to explain. Really he was just stealing for the fun of it.

"Save your excuse." The man said with a hint of frustration in his voice which was quickly replaced with cold calmness. "You'll be staying here till I figure out what to do with you." He waved his hand and the guards walked over and yanked Dream out of his chair and started escorting him towards the door he had just came through. Thankfully the cloth wasn't involved this time.

Soon he was thrown into a dark room with one small window, a bed, and a desk. Not the best arrangement but better than getting his brains blow out he thought.

The bands on his wrists were cut by the guards and without a word they shut the door on his face. Dream could hear the footsteps of their departure. He decided it would be best to get sleep while he could so he flopped down on the stiff old mattress. Even though he was severely uncomfortable, he soon fell asleep.

Dream awoke and saw his door was open. Odd, he thought. He took a peek out and saw no guards were around so he, being stupid, thought he would try and escape. He quietly walked down the halls, through doors, and almost got caught many times until he came across a door that said "Mr. Davidson's Work area" He had no idea who Mr. Davidson was but being an idiot he quietly cracked the door open to see inside. Inside, he saw the same man yesterday, except he was shirtless and seemed to be working on some sort of project. Dream could see that he was sweating from the work and would occasionally see him bend down to pick something up.

Dream felt a his face heat up and felt a stirring in his stomach. He accidentally bumped the door with his foot causing Mr. Davidson to turn around quickly and see him. Before Dream could think to run, Mr. Davidson grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. He shut the door behind him and glared at Dream.

"Why were you just standing there." A hint of amusement twinkled his eyes. "I- I was just.. I got.." Dream was so flustered he couldn't think, all he saw was how handsome Mr. Davidson was up close

"A man of few words are you?" Mr. Davidson smirked a little. He ran his hand through his hair seeming to be thinking. As he did, he looked down and saw dream's MONSTER ass bulge (I'm sorry I can't keep things serious) He laughed a little, looking back up at dream. "You seem to have a little problem there." Dream looked down and immediately is face turned red with embarrassment as he tried to cover himself. "I-it's not what you think." Dream protested. "Oh really? It seems to be obvious to me." Mr. Davidson said slowly approaching dream. Dream backed up till his back hit a wall. Mr. Davidson leaned in so he was right by Dream's ear. "Tell anyone about this and I'll kill you."

Dream felt something pull at the hem of his pants. He panicked and saw Mr. Davidson pulling his pants and boxers down. He groaned at the friction against his growingly painful erection. His dick was exposed and right in view of a literal mafia boss. What a day. Mr. Davidson put his hand on it and started to slowly stroke it up and down. Dream whimpered at the touch feeling a pulse of hot energy stir in his stomach.

"F-fuck." Dream let out small breathy moans as Mr. Davidson continued to stoke him softly. He occasionally pressed his thumb into his slit causing Dream to let out a pleasurable moan. "Hah.. hng- fuck.. d-don't stop.." Dream, uncharacteristically felt so good to be pushed against a wall and slowly given a handjob. "Oh you like this don't you? Yeah do you love me pushing against the wall, completely at my mercy?" Mr. Davidson purred in his ear, sending shivers down Dream's spine. "Maybe I'll make you beg for it huh? Watch you squirm and beg like a bitch for me to continue jackin you?" Mr. Davidson said in his ear which was followed by kisses down dreams neck and collar bone. He stopped at Dreams sensitive spot and bit it hard, leaving a bruise that would turn purple later. "F-fuck, p-please. God fuck please. Please fuck me." Dream whined feeling so embarrassed but good at the same time.

"Good boy~" Mr. Davidson led him towards a small table and laid him down on it. He pulled his own pants down towards his ankles and hopped onto the table, straddling Dream by his waist. He caressed his face gently, rubbing his hand down Dream's chest and v-line. Dream groaned as Mr. Davidson shifted and rubbed his thigh over his cock. "Please just get to it, I'm dying here." Dream begged. "So impatient." Mr. Davidson cooed. He positioned Dream so his dick was hovering right at his entrance and he slowly lowered himself, feeling the head of his dick press into him.

Dream moaned loudly feeling how tight he was. "D-damn, you're huge." Mr. Davidson winced as his lowered himself completely. He suddenly lifted himself completely and shoved himself back down letting out a gasping groan. Dreams voice hitched at Mr. Davidson's walls tightened around him. Fuck he felt so good. Mr. Davidson kept up a steady pace of going halfway up and slamming himself back down fast. The room filled with the moans of both men. Dream felt a warm sensation fill in his stomach. "I-Im gonna.." Dream's words were cut off by his release of sticky strings of cum releasing out of him.

To his dismay, Mr. Davidson wasn't slowing down and soon his pleasure turned to overstimulation as his whined and moaned loudly. "P-please! T-too m-uch! Ah~ ha~ fuck!" Dream felt his face flush with heat and felt himself get hard again. "I.. won't stop.. till you learn you lesson hng~" Mr. Davidson responded to Dream's pleas to stop. It was followed by a low moan of pleasure as he came all over Dreams chest. "F-fuck." He said as he lifted himself off of Dream. His legs wobbled a bit but he walked steadily over to his workbench and picked up a towel and clean both himself and Dream up.

He pulled his pants back up and looked back at Dream, dash still flushed from his orgasm. "Maybe I won't kill you."