Pietro Boselli
Pietro just finished an intense workout and ..
🕑 Added 2022-04-27 00:48:32 +0000 UTC
Pietro Boselli
Pietro just finished an intense workout and headed into the gym’s locker room. Being a successful model he wasn’t shy about undressing. He definitely doesn’t have anything to be a shame about. The 34year old, 5’10 Italian model had a body that most men would die to have and women wanted to sleep with. Most people assumed that because he was built like a brick house and was more beautiful than a statue of a Roman god, that he must be dumb. However, Pietro had a doctorate in mathematics and a masters in engineering, among other degrees.
The Procuror had just entered the locker room as Pietro peeled his sweaty bikini briefs down his long muscular legs and stepped out of them before throwing the underwear into the locker. Pietro then stood with his back to the older man. The Procuror couldn’t keep his eyes off the beautiful sculpted ass before him. He had watched Pietro running on the treadmill for 45 minutes straight and now he saw the results of the intense workout before him. There was no visible body fat on Pietro’s body and his ass looked as if it was carved out of the finest marble. Pietro turned around to get his towel from the bench in front of the locker, revealing his hairless chisel 8 pack and well sculpted pecs. Between his thick legs was an impressive soft uncut cock, swinging as he moved to pick up the towel.
“Had a good workout,” the Procuror asked as Pietro raised his head and noticed the older man.
“Yes, it was pretty good,” Pietro wrapped the towel around his waist. “You?”
“Yes, very good. Glad it over with, though,” the older man laughed.
Pietro smiled, “it’s the best part of the workout.”
Pietro picked up the small black case containing his shower supplies and closed the locker behind.
“have a good day,” Pietro nodded toward the older man and then headed toward the showers.
The Procuror watched the magnificent ass under the white towel, pulled tight round it, moved and flexed as Pietro walked. While finishing undressing the Procuror noticed that the younger man didn’t lock his locker. Wait for the coast to be clear, the older man opened Pietro’s locker and retrieved the sweaty black briefs. The Procuror couldn’t resist from inhaling Pietro’s musk scent from the soaked material. The older man returned to his locker and pulled out a small bottle from his bag. He then dosed a generous amount of the sweet smelling chemical on to the briefs. The Procuror then followed the sexy model.
The shower room was filled with steam when he found Pietro with his wide, ripped back facing the door. The hot water was cascading over the muscle layered back and down the sensual, masculine curves, toward the v shape of Pietro lower back and in between and over the large firm ass cheeks. The Procuror was so well trained from capturing numerous younger, fit men like Pietro, that the model didn’t even hear or suspected the older man behind him until it was too late. The Procuror reached around the Roman muscle god and pushed the soaked briefs over Pietro’s mouth. Pietro opened his mouth to yell but only to inhale the chemical on his underwear. Pietro instantly closed his mouth and tried to hold his breath, but his mind already knew it was too late. As he struggled his bare feet slipped on the wet floor and was unable to get any traction to push off the well skilled attacker. The Procuror pushed Pietro against the shower wall causing the younger man to bump his head against the wall. It was just hard enough for all of Pietro’s struggle to be knocked out of him. Pietro’s eyelids fleathered before his beautiful body fell into the Procuror’s arms. The Procuror gently laid the passed out stud down on the shower floor. As he did so he freely ran his hands over Pietro’s body, exploring the flawless tight skin stretched over the hard shredded muscles. While holding the masculine male model against his own softer body on the shower floor, the Procuror knew why Pietro was in such high demand by his employers. He grabbed both large pecs and squeezed them between his hands. They were meaty topped off by nice large nipples, begging for attention. Twisting the nipples the older man smiled as Pietro’s fat uncut cock stirred. The Procuror wanted so much to fondle and fuck that hot Italian stud, but he knew better then to touch the merchandise. Instead the Procuror stood up and pulled the passed out Pietro onto his feet. The older man then maneuvers the out cold stud and hoists him over his shoulders. As he carried his prey to the waiting laundry bin, the Procuror couldn’t resist stroking the beautiful smooth ass hanging over his shoulders. He even became bold enough to tease the tight virgin hole by using a finger to stroke and tease the vulnerable, exposed hole.
Over the next few weeks, Pietro underwent intense reprogramming at the the Cartel’s training facility on the sucluded Mediterranean island of Paradise island. Most of the day he was strapped down to a table with his muscular legs spread and lifted into the air. A dildo was plowing in and out of his ruined hole as a pump was attached to his impressive cock. Before him was a large monitor showing muscular men like himself getting fucked by older men. Through earplugs he was told over and over how good it feel to be dumb and submissive, and how pleasurable it was to get fucked. He grew to learn that being smart is useless, thinking is useless. Slowly all of his education and smarts were eradicated from his brain. He began to realize that all of his time studying and school was a waste. The only thing that’s matter was getting fucked. He worked out and honed his body for other men's pleasure. With a body like his he didn’t need to be smart.
When Pietro wasn’t strapped to the exam table he was working out, keeping his body muscular and perfect. At meal times, he knelt before the guards or his trainers and watched them cum on his food. They told him that their semen was rich in nutrients, testosterone and protein, everything he needed to get and stay muscular. Now unable to think, he accepted what they told him. Pietro grew to enjoy it and hungrily ate and licked every bit of cum from his plate.
When his training was completed, he made his debut at a pool party hosted by the Cartel’s board on Paradise Island. The wealth gay men flew to the suclude island resort and was greeted by the resort manager Xavier Pompeii. He was eager to show his bosses on the Cartel’s board and their guests what the island offers.
The pool area was packed with wealth gay men and their beautiful boy toys, when Xavier stood up on the makeshift runaway over the large pool.
“Gentlemen, welcome to Paradise island. We hope you are enjoying yourself and our fine male slaves. Please feel free to have your way with them as you please. We have a very special treat for you. We had come in possession of a true Beauty. He has been gracing the runways, media advertisements, and the internet for the last few years. And we are now honored to have him as one of our family. Gentlemen, I give you Pietro.”
The men cheered and whistled as Pietro strutted out onto the runway. He was wearing a tiny black speedo and a collar around his neck. Pietro was working the runway like old times, looking cocky and sexy. He then paraded through the crowd of important, rich men. The guests freely groped and fondled him. They played with his large sensitive nipples and squeezed his impressive bulge. He only grunted and moaned as they enjoyed him.
The beautiful Italian muscle stud caught the eye of a Somalian warlord. The short general lusted after the tall younger man and his incredible tight body. The warlord came up to Pietro and freely stroked the male model’s 8 pack abs. Pietro just stood there obediently as the warlord ran his hand up his flat, tight stomach to his large heavy pecs. The older man gripped Pietro’s pecs, cupping and then squeezing them like breasts. Pietro winsed but remained standing there. A large crowd gathered around the two men watching the Somalian warlord abuse and used the taller muscle stud. The warlord smirked at the beautiful Italian stud.
“Get down on your knees,” the warlord ordered.
Pietro didn’t resist as he knelt down onto his knees. The warlord then undid his pants and pulled out his large, thick cock. Without saying a word, Pietro leaned forward and took the cock into his mouth. Looking up at the warlord for approval, the once straight stud began to suck and worship the large impressive cock. He worked his tongue and full lips over the black shaft and thick head, before taking its entire length down his throat. The warlord gripped Pietro’s famous black hair and began to fuck the tight throat. Pietro didn’t gag. His gag reflex was fucked out of him during his training. His oral skills were so good that the warlord couldn’t hold off. The warlord thrusted deep down the throat and came. Pietro hungrily slurped and swallowed the seed and licked the cock clean. Desperately needing more cum, Pietro moved to another man, and the man’s cock out of his pants. As he sucked on the man’s cock, he felt other men stroking his tight bubble ass through the tiny speedo. Pietro lifted his ass into the air and let the men peel the speedo over his flawless ass and down his powerful legs.
“That’s a beautiful ass,” one of the men behind him slapped Pietro’s smooth ass.
Pietro let out a muffled moan over the cock in his mouth and wiggled his ass for the men.
“He's a slutty thing, isn’t he,” another man laughed.
Pietro heard a zipper being pulled down and then felt pressure against this man hole. The model pushed his ass back as a cock pressed between his ass cheeks. Pietro moaned loud as the cock slid into his hole. The once brilliant, straight stud, every woman’s dream, was turned into a cum hungry slut taking one cock after another down his tight throat and perfect sculpted ass.
