Rafael's Pov
"Come here and kneel before my thighs," Don Marco commanded, and I couldn't resist his orders.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't eager for his cock, though I'll admit it would be big and would fuck the hell out of me if I'd allow it.
But no, I wasn't interested in that. It was my life I was interested in. I needed to do this just to save myself.
"Are you thinking about changing your mind? I'm afraid that will…" he began, urging me again, and I had no choice but to quickly get in front of him with my head between his thighs.
He didn't bother completing his words when I had done as he wanted, so he said again, "Now, take my trousers off."
I raised my head to look at him with meek eyes, then used my hands to unbuckle his trousers before dragging them down. As I did, his strong erection hit my face.
He was fully erect, and was that for me? I gasped in my throat as I realized that this was what would be deeply inside me if he changed his mind and decided to fuck me.
His cock looked like one that would make me unable to walk the next day.
"What are you thinking about? Get my boxers off and wrap your wet tongue around it," he instructed, pulling me out of my reverie.
Actually, I didn't mind giving him a blowjob as long as he kept his end of the promise. I mean, I'm also gay, and if it isn't fucking, then I'm good.
I removed the last bit of clothing hiding his erection, and finally, I was able to see it well.
Don Marco is also gay, something that I've waited for long to see and I actually wouldn't believe it if I wasn't experiencing it myself.
I started by wrapping my hands around it, for which he only gave me a bored look. Then I ventured closer, a bit bolder, and stuck my tongue to the tip, licking it slowly, and that managed to earn a low groan of satisfaction from him.
"If you'll be needing any assistance from me tonight, you'll have to do more than lick," he said, and I wanted to raise my head to say something, but his hand on my short brown hair prevented me.
He had me in place, and before I knew it, he rammed my face into his cock, giving me a deep throat. His back arched backward. Did that feel good for him?
"Mano!" I heard the voice of one of my brothers. Or wait... I shouldn't be hearing that voice here.
Suddenly, everything turned dark, and I couldn't see Don anymore. This was what I hated; not seeing the good moments of my crush until the end.
Now, what does that guy need?
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The person kept banging on the door and calling Rafael. It made him a little scared, as the last time it happened, it was because of the debt collectors.
'Are they here again?' he pondered with agitation welling up in his heart.
He quickly rose from the bed, and color rose to his face as he saw what he did to his bed. The wet dream he was having made him cum all over the sheets.
"Another blanket to wash," he sighed as he muttered.
He changed into comfy clothes before opening the door. He opened it to meet one of his Mano's in the house, specifically Mareno.
"What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face as he saw Mareno's scared look. "Are they here again?"
Mareno nodded, confirming his assumption. Rafael sighed as he closed the door of the room and led the way to the compound.
"When did they get here?" he asked as they walked to the spot.
"Not very long, but they are more aggressive this time and threatening to take us all as slaves," Mareno replied grimly.
Rafael placed his hand on Mareno's shoulder, reassuring him. "It'll all be good."
And he meant it, it would. He wouldn't sit and watch them all taken as slaves, including him!
They got to the compound, and the sight surprised Rafael. The people he called family were kneeling down under the hot sun, with some of them already being transported into a car.
He knew the debt collectors; they were a small faction of gangsters working for the second Mafia lord in the country.
With how he had been in touch with checking all the workings of mafia lords in the city, nothing was out of his eyes. One could say he knew almost all their secrets and knew how to use them to buy their lives.
"Wait here. Whatever I do, do not panic," he warned Mareno before channeling all his courage to move closer to the men holding various weapons.
He scanned the men to check who their leader might be and then spotted one of them just casually sitting and giving orders.
"He must be the leader," he muttered to himself. "I just need to get to him."
He looked around and saw one of the men idling around, so he walked up to him. Rafael was neither short nor too tall, just an average height for a male.
Staring at the man, they were about the same height. That was their only similarity.
He called out to him softly, "I need to speak to your boss."
The gangster only laughed as he looked him up and down before going to meet his boss.
Rafael hadn't expected him to relay his message, but he did.
"Go on, go and meet him. Just make sure it's worth his time," he said, laughing at him.
Most of the gangsters were always brutal and rude, and this one was different, making Rafael feel a little gratefulness in his heart for him.
He walked forward and went to meet the boss. He knew something about the mafia: don't ever visit them without them inviting you.
He knelt before him and said, "I request to see your boss. I've got interesting information that can buy my family back. What do you say?"
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