Dio was ashamed. So, so very ashamed, as he sat in his plush bed with a hard cock and an even dirtier mind. Confound that Joestar boy! Dio had never thought that 2 of his light fixtures blowing out would lead to him fantasizing about that perfect specimen of a man known as Jonathan Joestar.
flashback
It was a Thursday when the city experienced a major blackout. At first Dio hadn't thought anything of it. Just another blackout - they'd been occurring regularly lately since the last big storm had set something askew with his breaker box, but he'd been too busy to get it fixed. But this, this was the final straw. As usual, he'd reset the breaker and flipped the light switch, however, this time in resulted in a bright flicker of light and sparks showering down onto his broad shoulders and onto the counter next to him. He looked up; something in the elaborate light fixture had blown. He flipped the switch a few more times to no avail.
"Damned storm," he growled in frustration.
He thumbed through his wallet, finding the business card of the man who had helped him build the place, George Joestar. He pulled out his phone and typed in the number on the card.
"Hello, this is Hamon Electricity, how can we help you today?" answered the voice of a young man.
"Hello," Dio responded. "May I speak to George Joestar, please?"
There was a momentary pause before the man replied "He won't be available for a while, he's overseas for a meeting with the head of the Speedwagon foundation."
"When would be the next time he is available?"
"Um. . .probably not for at least a month, sorry. If you need something urgent, I can help you!"
Dio sighed. "And who are you, exactly?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Jonathan Joestar."