Page 31 of Mafia King

The boy freezes for half a second, his eyes widening when he recognizes his voice.

Then Theo obeys.

The door closes. Nikolai does not give the boy time to speak. He reaches across, draws a black silk blindfold from the console, and ties it firmly over his eyes. The knot sits secure against the back of his head.

“Not a word,” Nikolai says. “Not if you value your life.”

He drives in silence, taking a circuitous route that ends in a private underground parking structure three levels below a nondescript office building he controls. The concrete space is empty, fluorescent lights casting hard white pools across the oil-stained floor.

Nikolai parks in the center bay, kills the engine, and steps out.

He opens Theor’s door, takes his arm, and guides him out onto the cool concrete.

Theo stands still, blindfolded, breathing a little faster now.

Nikolai wastes no time. He reaches for the front of his jeans, pops the button, drags the zip down, and yanks both denim and cotton briefs to his ankles in one rough motion.

The air of the garage is cool against Theo’s bare skin and Nikolai can see his body react. Nikolai turns Theo so he faces the front of the town car and presses a firm hand between his shoulder blades until his upper body rests across the warm bonnet.

From the inside pocket of his coat he removes a thick, heavy butt plug and a small bottle of lube. He coats the plug thoroughly, spreads his cheeks with one hand, and presses the tapered tip against his entrance.

Theo’s breath hitches and he lets out a shocked gasp.

Nikolai pushes steadily, watching the plug disappear inch by inch until the flared base sits flush against him.

Another low groan escapes the boy’s throat, half protest, half pleasure.

Nikolai does not give Theo time to adjust fully. The next item is a compact shock stick, the kind that delivers sharp, controllable bursts rather than continuous current.

Nikolai tests it once against his own palm, then sets the tip against the fullest part of his right ass cheek and triggers a short pulse.

“Owww!” Theo cries out, body jerking against the metal.

The sound is perfect—pain and arousal tangled together. Nikolai delivers another pulse to the left cheek, then a third lower, closer to the sensitive sit-spot.

Each time Theo’s hips twitch and a fresh rush of pre-cum becomes visible on his cock head.

“You will always obey me,” Nikolai says, voice calm and absolute. “That includes wearing my bracelet. Every day. Without exception.”

Theo’s voice comes out tight, still trying for defiance even with the plug seated deep and the shock stick resting against his skin…

“I’ll d-d-d-do as I p-p-p-p-please,” Theo spits, desperate to show some defiance. Or perhaps he simply wants more?

Nikolai’s mouth curves. He answers the resistance the only way that matters. The shock stick lands again—short, sharp, precise—then his open hand follows, delivering three hard spanks across the same marked flesh.

Nikolai alternates without pattern: pulse, spank, pulse, two spanks, a longer pulse that makes Theo cry out louder. The concrete walls throw the sounds back at them.

Theo’s legs begin to tremble. The show of resistance cracks.

“I’ll obey,” Theo gasps. “I will… Daddy, I’ll obey. I promise to be a good boy. I’ll d-d-d-do whatever you say. Mmmmmmph.”

The word lands exactly where it should.

Nikolai takes the small remote for the plug out of his jacket and switches the vibrations on at a medium setting. The sudden internal buzz draws another broken moan from Theo.

Nikolai leans down so his mouth is close to his ear.

“When you are good, you get rewarded.” He continues the circuit—shock stick, open-handed spanks, the steady thrum of the plug inside him—building and easing in deliberate waves.