As new Mafia initiate Milo Miles sat trembling all alone in a non-descript room, he knew he dared not breathe or make a sound.
The room’s air conditioning was at full blast, but young Milo was sweating. As the minutes ticked by Milo had nothing to do and no one to call- his phone had been confiscated by the bodyguards. An hour passed. Then two. Milo wondered if he’d made a mistake with his life choices. Milo saw a future that added up to 60 hour work weeks, endless stressful deadlines, and mingling with the fake yuppies of his generation. This just would not do. Milo wanted more than anything else adventure and the thrill of the unknown. Milo wanted to be bad. And so Milo quit his job, sold his possessions, said goodbye to his family and friends- then found the Mafia individual known as Mr. Fros, who lived in Europe. Milo spent every last cent he had left to get to where Mr. Fros invited him to meet up- to see if Milo had what it took to be initiated into the Cabal. Suddenly the door to the room Milo sat in finally swung open. Milo’s breath instantly caught in his lungs and his eyes widened as Mr. Fros sauntered heavily into the room. Like a cat in pure terror, young Milo sat perfectly still. Mr. Fros was a behemoth of a henchman- well over six foot four and two hundred pounds of sheer muscle. Mr. Fros got even closer and literally began to sniff the boy as he pretended to be proceeding with the examination for a wire. Now it was clear to Milo what was really happening…and he nearly creamed his pants. Then Mr. Fros reached out and fondled Milo’s nipple. Milo’s cute, sexy little noises, coupled with his fully erect, chocolate-brown nipples, caused Mr. Fros to rumble and murmur as he paced back and forth, completely aroused and restless. Little beads of sweat began to appear on Mr. Fros’ brow. Never allowing his hungry stare to leave Milo’s body for even a second, the hulking henchman quickly disrobed and hucked his clothes across the room. Then the new initiate’s pants and underwear came off. Mr. Fros licked his chops and openly stared as Milo’s long, thick, twink boner stood at full attention. Mr. Fros grunted and spun the boy around to examine his perfect, sexy backside. In this raw, exhilarating moment, Milo knew beyond any remaining shadow of a doubt that his precious destiny was being fulfilled. And his destiny was only the beginning of what was about to be further stripped down and laid out for powerful, deviant men to dick-down at their leisure.