WARNING: This story includes sexual descriptions and scenarios... but you probably already knew that...
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Ch1
19th Century, England
The Joestar Manor
"Father? Wont Dio be joining us for dinner again tonight?" Jonathan spoke after taking another bite of his steaming gourmet steak. "Ah, I'm afraid not son." Jonathan's father spoke with much sorrow in his voice. "Unfortunately young Dio is still feeling under the weather, and the doctor says he'll be bedridden for at least another week." Jonathan looked down at his plate, still loaded with the most delicious of fare, only a few bites had been removed from one side of the steak. "Oh, I almost forgot." Jonathan's father spoke suddenly, breaking Jonathan's gaze from his plate. "Yes, what is it father?" Jonathan asked. "I'll be heading out for a few days on a business trip and I'll need you to stay here and look over Dio in my absence. I entrust that you will be alright by yourself?" He said with a slight glimmer of confidence in his eyes. "Of course father. I assure that the manor will remain as you have left it." Jonathan spoke assuring his father of his meaningful intentions. "I'm glad to hear that. By the way, Jonathan, a young man like you needs to keep his strength up, you simply must eat more than a couple bites." Jonathan stirred in disarray at his father's words. "Y-yes father. I simply lost my train of thought is all." Jonathan picked up his fork and being to dig in, his father grinning from ear to ear at his son's grown apatite. Jonathan finished his meal and began to climb the red carpeted stairs to the hall. "Jonathan! I don't want you disturbing Dio's rest!" Jonathan's father yelled up at Jonathan from the bottom level of the manor. "No need to worry father! I'm simply going to bring Dio some leftover dinner!" Jonathan shouted from the top of the stairwell. "That's odd, another one of my portraits is gone." Jonathan says to himself as he glances over to the nearby wall. As he heads down the hall, Jonathan notices Dio's door being particularly cracked open. Knowone had been by to check on Dio since noon, and it was now 8 O'clock. "Dio? Are you alright? Jonathan grabbed the door knob, concerned for his adopted brother Dio, But before Jonathan could open the door to the dark room, It slammed shut. "Dio! What is the meaning of this!?" Jonathan yelled demandingly. "Don't come in here Jonathan!" Dio yelled panically through the door. "Dio? Is everything alright?" Jonathan was even more concerned than earlier for Dio's well being. "Everything is quite alright Jonathan! I'm just merely a little embarrassed of my sickly appearance is all!" Dio yelled through the door again. "I see. Well, nevertheless, I brought you some leftovers from downstairs. I'll leave you-" "Wait Jonathan!" Dio interrupted. "Perhaps.. You could stop by tomorrow? I surely will be feeling better then." Dio assured. Jonathan, with a look of hesitation on his face, spoke. "But, the doctor said you wouldn't be well for at least a week." "Oh, what does that fool know about me that I don't know myself?!"
Dio snapped. "Huff* Verywell, I'll stop by your room tomorrow morning after father leaves." "Excellent! Good day Jonathan!" Dio yelled one last time before the room fell silent again. Jonathan stood confused by happy that Dio was seemingly up and about again. So what if he didn't look in the best of shape. He was still his brother after all.
Ch2
(Outside The Manor)
"I'm off Jonathan, please stay out of trouble in my absence." Jonathan's father said as they approached the carriage. "There's no need to worry father. I'll take good care of the house while you're away." Jonathan said with a smile only a sincere gentleman could muster. "Hm, very well. I will return tomorrow morning." He said as he entered the carriage and with the cracking of the reins and clopping of horse hooves, he was off. Jonathan glances up at the manor one last time before heading back into the abode. Inside the manor, Jonathan is met with one of his many servance. "Master Jonathan? You seem tense, shall I prepare a bath?" The elderly man spoke. "Oh, that won't be necessary, I have other matters to attend to at the moment." Jonathan said. "As you wish, Master Jonathan." Jonathan once again climbed the main stairs and proceeded to Dio's room, not forgetting the promise he had made to Dio the day prior. Jonathan approaches the door and knocks twice, awaiting a response. "Dio? It's Jonathan!" Jonathan yelled through the mahogany door. No answer. "Dio? You told me to come by!" No answer. "D-" The door clicks open. "What? It isn't locked?" Jonathan whispered in shock. The room was still as dark as it was last time Jonathan had seen it. "Dio, If you're in there, I'm coming in." Jonathan said as he cautiously opened the door all the way. The pitch black room was barely illuminated by the daylight soaking through the drawn in curtains. "Dio? Where are you?" Jonathan steps further into the room as the door slams shut and locks behind him. Before Jonathan can turn around, a large figure tackles him to the ground and begins to tie up Jonathan with some kind of rope. The clattering of their struggles only amplified by the quietness of the rest of the manor. Grabbing an object from atop a nearby dresser, the figure strikes Jonathan over the back of the head and the two fall to the carpeted floor below. Having knocked Jonathan unconscious, the figure once again begins to tie the young man up, and with one final tightening of the knot, was finished.
Ch3
Jonatan awoke from his unconsciousness to the sight of Dio standing before him. Candles surrounded the rooms perimeter, engulfing the dark room in a warm glow. Jonathan struggles to free himself. "Dio! What is the meaning of this!?" Jonathan demanded. "Ah, glad see you're awake Jonathan, I was starting to worry that I may have killed you. Now that would be quite the loss indeed." Dio spoke with a sinister smile across his face. "Ugh! Untie me this instant! This is not a joke." "No, it's not. But, I can't let you go, until you satisfy my cravings." "D-Dio?" Jonathan spoke with curiosity. "You see ,Jonathan.." Dio pulls his hands from behind his back to reveal his possession of Jonathan's portrait. "That's my portrait! What are you doing with it?!" Jonathan demanded. "Jonathan, tell me something, see these streaks here?" Dio points to the grayish stains on the portrait." "Yes, I see them, but what does that-" Jonathan stopped, his voice caught in his throat. "Dio!? You-you couldn't have-?!" "Oh but I did Jonathan! I defiled you portrait! But, not for a nefarious reason.." Jonathan's face looked both disgusted and curious. "Why Dio? Why would you do such a despicable thing?" Jonathan asked. "Tch, YOU call it despicable, but.. the truth is.. I simply couldn't resist. I lie awake at night, in this very bed in which you lay now. With each passing night, my longing for you grows ever more so. At first the mere thought of you was enough to drive me wild! However, as time progressed, I began to want more. I scour the entire manor, smelling everything you ever touched. I was going crazy for you. You were all a thought about- dreamed about! And eventually, the craving was too much for me to contain. I needed you in the flesh. And now, you're mine, all mine." Jonathan was shocked at this. All he wanted was to get away. But, no matter how much he struggled, he could not unbind himself. "Now that you know how I feel, I mustn't hesitate." Dio said as he removed his shirt revealing his glistening body. "Dio! This isn't you! You're illness! That's what's making you behave this way!" Jonathan yelled in a panic. "You may be right Jonathan, but I can stand to be away from you no longer!" Dio said as he got on the bed on all fours, prowing on top of Jonathan's bound body like a hungry jungle leopard. "D-Dio?? This isn't funny anymore!!!" Jonathan yelled at Dio. "Oh, come now Jonathan, I just want to have a little taste is all..." Dio spoke, as he nibbled on Jonathan's left ear. "Ah! Stop Dammit!" Jonathan begged. "Hmm, you're so adorable when you beg." Said Dio, smiling sinisterly yet again. "Tell you what? I think we should 'heat' things up a bit more." Dio raised himself to his knees atop of Jonathan. He rips off Jonathan's shirt, leans over, and grabs one of the nearby lit candles. He stared down at Jonathan's helpless body. Jonathan was at his mercy. "Do not threat my dear Jonathan, it only stings for a bit." Saying this, Dio begins to slowly turn his wrist, letting the hot wax drip down and scorch Jonathan's bare chest. "AAAAAHH!!! Dio! You damn villain!" Jonathan wailed in pain. "Hahahahaha!Resisting is Useless!" Dio yelled. The hot wax began to slowly drizzle down Jonathan's side, collecting in a small pool to his side. Jonathan winces in pain as Dio gets off of him and grabs a towel. "Alright I think I've had my fun torturing you Jonathan. Now... for the climax..." Jonathan wanted nothing more for this to be over. How could Dio possibly take so much joy in torturing someone like this? Dio cleaned the wax off of Jonathan's bare chest, and threw the towel off to the side of the room. "Now, Shall we then?" Dio smirked. "What are you playing at Dio?! Just let me go!" Jonathan yelled again, but it was no use. Dio would no longer acknowledge his pleas. He began to slowly, and methodically undo Jonathan's belt, as he licked his sinister lips in anticipation. "My my." Spoke Dio. "It seems you're ready for this as well, dear Jonathan." Dio's hand slid slowly down the inside of Jonathan's britches, as he pulled out Jonathan's erect member. "Dio..." Jonathan could say no more, as Dio began to lick and stroke Jonathan's warm rod. Jonathan moans under his breath, as Dio's tongue made its way up to his tip, and welcomes the rest to his mouth. With each slimy stroke, the harder Jonathan's shaft got, until he suddenly climaxed. "AAAAHH!" Jonathan yelled, as hot juices shot all over Dio's face and onto the sheets of the bed. "Oh my... quite a tasty treat." Dio said, as he licked his lips satisfyingly. We MUST do this again... Jonathan..."
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