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The mafia Chapter 1: staghomme origins

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April 04, 2024 | Full Length Video : 30min 54sec

Being a submissive bottom, I have my fair share of encounters with dominant men who need to be discreet while also knowing what they want and getting it. But there’s something different about being manhandled by the men I know hold significant positions of power. There’s a thrill in knowing that whatever transpires between the two of us will remain just between us.

Things begin to take a bit of a turn when I meet Manuel. When he says he wants to take control, he means more than just in the bedroom and before I realize it I’m making him my first priority. It’s not even that I’m afraid of what he might do if I’m not obedient, but instead I’m more afraid of disappointing him as his bottom.

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The camera begins to roll and I’m totally comfortable being filmed, but it’s when Manuel joins me in front of the camera that surprises me. We’re putting on a show so they can share this video with whomever the mob is in cahoots with this month. A show and tell of sorts.

He grabs the back of my head and kisses me aggressively—Manuel’s tongue invading my mouth before I can even feel his lips on mine. I massage his growing cock through the tough fabric of his pants. Manuel’s fingers slide down my waistband and plunge into my smooth crack, getting me excited.

He directs me onto his nipples, where I quickly suck them into my mouth in a desperate attempt to keep his cock raging-hard. And it works, I can feel his growing throbber through the fabric.

He finally pulls it out. Glorious!

His cock is thick with an uncut hood that proudly slides back and forth against the tip. I am on all fours with my mouth at the ready, waiting patiently for him to thrust forward and force feed me his big dick, smiling while I gag on his shaft.

Manuel then bends me over to start fucking me, spreading me open with that thick tool. He uses his finger to catch precum oozing off of the tip of his dick, smearing it across my face and watching me lap it up. He even dives his face into my used hole to taste the precum himself before grabbing his massive hard-on and sinking it back into me.

I started to get hard from the pounding and the mafia member grabbed my dick and started rubbing it, too. So it wasn’t all about getting himself off, but rather Manuel thrived on knowing he was the one responsible for giving his partner the ultimate pleasure.

It’s a tug-of-war between dominant and submissive, asserting his power over a bottom that willingly allows himself to be taken. A mutual exchange occurs that has me curious for more. He keeps promising that his powerful connections will only encourage me. Surely he’s not the only one who wants to keep me as their dirty little secret…

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Director:Bastian Karim
Producer:Bastian Karim
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BASTIAN

Bastian is a boy of many talents and those talents can oftentimes get him into a bit of trouble with those who seek to take advantage of them. He finds himself being woven into the secret society of Europe’s elite making deals behind the shadows with the mafia, the church, politicians and businessmen alike. Most people might need to be persuaded into maintaining a position such as this, but it excites Bastian to get so intimate with such intimidating figures of power. This bottom uses his charming smile and seductive body to do whatever is necessary to bring pleasure to the new players he is asked to submit to. Being passed around by any number of seats of power, it’s important that Bastian has a firm understanding of what is expected of him, complete submission. Join him as he introduces us to the many public facades we are familiar with and pulls the curtain back to reveal their most private carnal desires. Even the sleazy men of secret need satisfaction after all!

Played by Bastian Karim
MANUEL SKYE

With his gorgeous chiseled chest and smoldering eye contact, Manuel Skye is a man dedicated to the art of deception. Using his intimidatingly good-looks to gain the edge over who he is manipulating, being a member of the mafia allows him to assert his power over whoever his target is this week. Manuel does his best to blackmail the new submissive bottom complete with damning camera footage and all, however the only power Manuel seems to have over Bastian is turning him into a power-bottom. He uses his large uncut cock to dominate the willing barebacker, ensuring that Bastian gets a taste of the delicious juices that are almost always leaking out of this daddy’s thick tap. No matter how hard he rams his cock into the submissive bottom, Bastian seems to be groaning back with pleasure. Despite this method of enforcement not going as planned, Manuel could get used to a bottom boy who knows exactly where their place is, it makes it much easier to throw them into whatever position he wanted to pound them in.

Played by Manuel Skye
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Bastian Uncovered: Chapters
1. Staghomme Origins 31mn
Being a submissive bottom, I have my fair share of encounters with dominant men who need to be discreet while also knowing what they want and getting it. But there’s something different about being manhandled by the men I know hold significant positions of power. There’s a thrill in knowing that whatever transpires between the two of us will remain just between us. Things begin to take a bit of a turn when I meet Manuel. When he says he wants to take control, he means more than just in the bedroom and before I realize it I’m making him my first priority. It’s not even that I’m afraid of what he might do if I’m not obedient, but instead I’m more afraid of disappointing him as his bottom. The camera begins to roll and I’m totally comfortable being filmed, but it’s when Manuel joins me in front of the camera that surprises me. We’re putting on a show so they can share this video with whomever the mob is in cahoots with this month. A show and tell of sorts. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me aggressively—Manuel’s tongue invading my mouth before I can even feel his lips on mine. I massage his growing cock through the tough fabric of his pants. Manuel’s fingers slide down my waistband and plunge into my smooth crack, getting me excited. He directs me onto his nipples, where I quickly suck them into my mouth in a desperate attempt to keep his cock raging-hard. And it works, I can feel his growing throbber through the fabric. He finally pulls it out. Glorious! His cock is thick with an uncut hood that proudly slides back and forth against the tip. I am on all fours with my mouth at the ready, waiting patiently for him to thrust forward and force feed me his big dick, smiling while I gag on his shaft. Manuel then bends me over to start fucking me, spreading me open with that thick tool. He uses his finger to catch precum oozing off of the tip of his dick, smearing it across my face and watching me lap it up. He even dives his face into my used hole to taste the precum himself before grabbing his massive hard-on and sinking it back into me. I started to get hard from the pounding and the mafia member grabbed my dick and started rubbing it, too. So it wasn’t all about getting himself off, but rather Manuel thrived on knowing he was the one responsible for giving his partner the ultimate pleasure. It’s a tug-of-war between dominant and submissive, asserting his power over a bottom that willingly allows himself to be taken. A mutual exchange occurs that has me curious for more. He keeps promising that his powerful connections will only encourage me. Surely he’s not the only one who wants to keep me as their dirty little secret…
2. Holiness 29mn
In my line of work, there is no shortage of illicit activities you can find yourself witness to or directly a part of. Hustling for as long as I have, I have perfected my craft and both my name and face have become something akin to legend. Powerful men have found their way to me, and as is to be expected, they desire me just as much as they desire the version of me they need me to be for them. Little surprises me these days, but after realizing the mob will essentially be my intermediary to powerful men, I won’t lie and say I’m not the tiniest bit taken aback when I am notified that a man of the Church is the one who has procured me for that day. Even with the church’s reputation in tatters, there is always something peculiar when you come face-to-face with a “holy man” wanting to anoint you with his cock. Duty called, and I made my way into the Church as ordered. I knew this priest, Father Scott, had probably been given at least a glimpse of me via photograph. But I made it a point to casually walk past his confessional booth as he wrapped up his duties to give him an even better look. The look on his face was something to behold, both incredulous that I was real, and mixed in was a look a pure, animalistic desire. He stood up and walked out of his booth as I stood there, taking in the beautiful art and architecture surrounding me. He walked several paces and then glanced back at me, I turned my head slightly to meet his gaze and he all but motioned to me to follow him to his quarters. I walked in and took in the sight of him. He was the epitome of “ruggedly handsome.” A masculine bearded face, and a clearly worked-out muscular body; it was easy to see in the outline of his black clothing and poorly hidden by his priestly stole. He motioned to me again, this time to come to him and he took me in visually for only a moment before kissing me deeply. He didn’t hesitate to tongue my mouth as deeply as possible. Not really rushing, but also not as if we had all the time in the world either. A kiss that encompassed his lust, his desire, his need for discretion, and the quantified amount of time we had together all in one. Needless to say, we were both rock-hard. My shirt came off first, and I could feel him tremble just a bit as I began to unbutton his shirt. He removed his own pants and sat on his bed, expectant. Something about seeing a Priest’s hard cock was oddly invigorating. I have seen many, of all shapes and sizes, belonging to all manner of men. But this was different, it felt “wrong,” but it looked perfectly right. Rigid and twitching, deserving to be milked and relieved. I knelt before Father Scott, and there on my knees, I began my real work. My mouth enveloped the holy man’s thick, uncut cock and he let out quiet moans and growls, letting me know it was what he both wanted and needed. He had me bend over at the end of the bed and he spread my ass cheeks with his hands, letting his fingers prod my opening before bringing his bulbous cockhead to it. He used spit to let it pop in, and slid in as slowly as he could muster. But I could tell he was ready to go to town. He tried for a slow build up, but it wasn’t long before he was pounding every way he wanted, stopping only briefly to taste me then lube himself up even more. He kissed me again, deeply, before sitting on a beautiful old chair and beckoning me to ride him. I could tell he thoroughly enjoyed watching me impale myself on him as he sat on his own little throne, and he probably could have done that all day. But neither time, nor his full balls were on our side. He had me lay on the bed and looked me straight in the eyes as he slid his rigid meat back inside me. I was rock-hard as he pumped in and out of me. I could feel him throbbing and pulsating with each thrust. Almost unwittingly, but much to his excitement, I lost control and blew my load all over my belly. This sent him over the edge, and he howled as he pulled out of my chute and blew his load all over my cock and empty balls. He kissed me one last time, and upon both of us redressing, he caressed me and kissed me softly before giving me a blessing before sending me on my way.
3. Transactions 26mn
I know that I don’t have nearly enough to cover what I owe Sir Peter for his company’s assistance. And I know that it’s important not to have anything outstanding with those you want to keep in your good graces. Having that much money made them feel untouchable, but it was the ones that felt untouchable who desired my touch the most. I’ve caught the way that these men eyeball me when discussing business, especially the transactions in which I am involved. It awakened in me that same carnal craving for sexual release that seemed to ignite in their gaze. It was something I could use to my advantage in this situation. They seem to enjoy demonstrating their power through their use of money, so naturally I understood money was very important to them. Sir Peter strikes me as the ‘no bullshit’ kind of executive: there was a sternness to his demeanor that gave off an air of authority. Based on the way he handled our business transactions, I could only begin to imagine how he might handle our sexual exchange. Not having the full amount in cash meant that I would need to fork over something else, a bonus tacked on to the payment to smooth things over. I’ve been so used to being passed around by men of power that it came as second nature to offer him my body as the bonus. I show off my naked frame for him, feeling his gaze glued to me. A rush of heat runs through me as I hear him move from behind his desk to stand closer. But once he un-does his tie and holds his crotch, I know that he has accepted my offer. I hate to admit it, but there’s a strange excitement that brews when I see that glimmer of gold around their finger telling me that I might be seducing a married man. One who is so focused on work that he will do whatever it takes to clear his mind and get back to the drawing board. Even if that something is a submissive bottom boy like me. He unbuttons his shirt to reveal his hairy chest and I’m on my knees as I undo his belt buckle. Pulling down his pants, I see Sir Peter’s deliciously thick, uncut cock spring up from the waistband and I aim it towards my mouth. His hand comes behind my head as he asserts his dominance, wrapping my lips tight around the hood and gagging as he thrusts down my throat. He wastes no time lining up that big dick against my hole once I’m presenting to him on the ottoman. Using only the spit on his cock as lubricant, he pushes deep inside me. His girth spreads my hole open wide as I arch my back to handle his size, forcing moans and gasps of air from me. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this line of work…
4. Sovereignty 21mn
As I continued to navigate the European underworld, it didn’t surprise me that I would be procured by powerful political figures. More than any of the men I serve, their professional lives rise and fall with public opinion. The deeper their secret desires run, the stronger their hunger grows to fulfill them. As I laid eyes on this particular client I instantly recognized him. Lionel Lilac walks through life draped like a finely tailored suit, each smile a calculated move in a game only he knows he's playing. In his presence, there's a palpable tension that comes from knowing the power he wields with such casual precision. He doesn’t offer any sort of introduction, as if he needed to say who he is, and I doubt he cares who I am at all. I’m little more than another pawn in his game; a pawn that will bring him more pleasure than most. He quickly began undressing me, letting his hands roam as if I’m some toy he’s been handed. He was right: I am here for him to play with. Only his shirt had been unbuttoned, his massive chest making me tremble inside. He was tall and muscular. When he leaned in for a kiss, it would have almost felt tender, if not for the carnal heat radiating off of him. As I lowered my pants, we both noticed my excitement. I let him admire me from behind, then made my way onto his bed to undo his pants. Lionel’s impressive dick was rock-hard in his snug-fitting black briefs. As I pulled his cock out and began to taste it, I couldn’t help but notice how perfect it was, just like the rest of him. He is truly a man of power and authority. It wasn’t long before he wanted more than my deep throat. He turned me around, spit on the tip of his cock, and began to push his way into my warm hole. There was some friction, but I felt myself wanting him inside me so much that he made his way in with relative ease. I moaned, he grunted, then began to fuck. He pulled out and laid down on the bed, sprawling out comfortably, waiting to be serviced. I noticed his cock was leaking with pre-cum and I went to taste it, and myself on it. I made sure to slobber on it a bit before easing down and riding him. He felt incredible. I turned around to face away, continuing to ride like my life depended on it. My own cock ached with desire; Lionel reached out to stroke it with my moans filling the air, muffled every now-and-then by his tongue plunging in my mouth. I shot my load all over myself. I could feel his cock swelling up even more inside me. He pulled me off his meat and began stroking vigorously as I knelt beside him with my mouth open. He came, panting and grunting. After he started to come down, he rolled over and kissed me, as if I mattered to him. I figure: he paid enough for it.
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