23. Against a Wall/Pinned
Giorno was in quite the predicament. His day was normal at first. He did his usual routine, scamming tourists, and enjoying the scenery. He was having a rather good day as well, already making well over 3,000 lire from his misadventures. That was usually a sign for good things to come, at least for him. He was in a wonderful mood, things couldn't have been more perfect. Unfortunately for him, when he has a good day like this, he gets cocky.
He felt mischievous and fearless, he was gonna go big or go home, and well, he should have done the latter. He caught sight of a tall man dressed in black. His eyes widened in disbelief, this guy was a fucking giant! Giorno chuckled to himself. This guy looked liked money, the outfit he was wearing gave that away. That was clearly designer and tailor-made. Giorno felt as if he hit the jackpot. He noticed the man there with another. The other man was smaller but fierce in appearance. His features were sharp and his blonde hair was pulled back tight. His eyes reminded Giorno of a lions, thin and ferocious. The two men were talking, giving Giorno the perfect time to strike.
He walked past the two men and pretended to bump into the brute of a man. "Oh, Mi scusi. Mi dispiace, I didn't see you there." he said to the man. The large man just glared down at Giorno, his red irises piercing through the small blonde. The boy swallowed deeply, this guy was kinda frightening. Giorno smiled awkwardly and bowed before quickly shuffling away. Well, that was fucking horrifying. He made sure to get at least two blocks away before looking back. Good, he wasn't being followed. He had a bad feeling about that guy, his aura was dark. He let out a deep breath before letting the small butterfly that was flying near him land on his hand. He smiled and continued walking, the beautiful, blue, and purple butterfly turning into a black, leather wallet.
He swiftly opened and laughed. Jackpot! He would so get in trouble for this if the guy knew, good thing no one can see his abilities but him. He closed the wallet and hid it in his pocket. Maybe he should drop this off at his apartment? He wouldn't want to walk around for too long with this kind of money on him. He practically skipped home, his mind flooding with all the things he would spoil himself with. The street wasn't crowded today, he thought that just made things better. Too many people made him nervous, it was a weird thing of his. He let out a sigh. He got to the end of the sidewalk and turned left towards his apartment building.
He stopped dead in his tracks. That's strange, it should be crowded right now. He took this as another stroke of luck and continued his way home. He began to hear heavy footsteps next to him. He quickly looked to his right and saw no one there. That's odd... He started to walk quicker, focusing on getting to safety, but no matter how fast he walked, the footsteps got closer. He began to panic, but only internally. What was he going to do? He can't exactly fight something he can't see, this isn't some cheap horror movie. He started to run. He didn't know what else to do, and quite frankly, this was his best option. While he ran, he noticed that the footsteps stopped. He smiled and stopped running. He turned around to make sure no one was there.
Thankfully, nobody was. He leaned against a wall that led to an alleyway, trying to catch his breath. His adrenaline slowly leaving his body. He rubs his arm and looks around, still no one. He chuckled and turned around, his heart sank. He let out a sharp scream and fell back, entering the dark alleyway. There he was in all his horrifying glory, the tall man that he mugged. He looked menacing, he was clearly pissed off. He slowly started to walk towards Giorno in short, confident strides while the young blonde crawled backward. He didn't know what to do, what was he supposed to do? What could he do? Run? Scream? Fight? Those were his only three options. "You have some nerve, raggazo." the tall man said in a deep, smooth voice. Giorno stood up and continued stepping back. "Is this about your wallet? I can give it back.." Giorno was usually so confident and monotoned but, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.
The jester looking man scoffed and looked the blonde beauty in his crystal, blue eyes. "Yeah, I don't think so. It's going to take more than that to apologize." he said threateningly. The boy shivered slightly, his muscles tensing up. He suddenly felt his back hit a wall, he gasped in fear. Fuck, what does he do now? He's cornered. The man placed both of his hands on either side of Giorno's head. The boy looking at him in complete terror, his pupils dilating drastically. "What's wrong ragazzino, you look like you seen a ghost." the man taunted. Giorno looked around the man, hoping to see an escape of some kind, but there was nothing. The red-eyed man clicked his tongue. He looked down and shook his head slightly before looking back up at Giorno.
The man bit his lip in aggravation and looked the boy up and down. Giorno was plotting in his head, perhaps he could kick him in his balls and run for it, but that seemed so predictable. Risotto looked back down, clearly in deep thought. That's when Giorno decided it was his chance. He swiftly went to throw a punch at the man's face, only for his small fist to be caught in the man's large hand. Giorno shrieked in surprise, he thought it would work. Risotto turned him around and pinned both of the boy's fist against the wall. The intense pressure made Giorno groan in pain. "You really thought that would work? Do you take me for a fool?" the man asked in great anger. He clicked his tongue and kneed Giorno in the middle of his spin, causing the boy to let out a scream, the trauma too great for the boy to handle.
Risotto grabbed Giorno by the hair and pushed his face into the wall. The right side of his face scraping against the cold, hard stone made it difficult to concentrate on his next plan. "You want to make it up to me?" Risotto said in Giorno's ear, causing the boy to shudder. "I know how you can." he laughed after his statement. Giorno swallowed deeply and whined softly. "Please...I'm sorry...please..." he tried to plead with the man. Risotto smirked at the boy's cute cries for mercy. The man, keeping one hand on the blonde's head, ran his other hand down the boy's body. Giorno tried to squirm out of his grip, although it proved fruitless. Risotto pressed his hardening, clothed cock against the boy's soft, plump ass. He slowly ground against the young blonde, causing the boy to softly moan.
"Please don't do this...ill do anything.." Giorno continued to try and reason with Risotto. The man pretended to think about it, humming in thought. He chuckled and pulled the boys long, golden braid roughly, making it come undone. "I don't think so cagna, you shouldn't have fucked with me." he whispered breathily into the boy's ear, causing him to shudder. Giorno became teary-eyed, the fear in his heart only growing. He felt the man grab his ass roughly. He squeezed and ground against it. The man let out a soft chuckle before ripping a hole in the boy's pants. Giorno began to cry out, realizing the older man was being serious with his threats. He tried to push him away but was quickly restrained by one of Risotto's hands.
The bigger man ripped a hole in the boy's underwear as well, putting his ass on display. He undid his pants and let his long, thick cock spring out. He pressed himself against the blonde again, grinding his cock against the boy's asshole. Giorno wailed loudly, his suffering was apparent. The man slid his hands into the boy's suit opening and roughly pinched and pulled on his nipples. Giorno moaned and again tried to get out of the man's grip, earning a hard, rough smack to his thick ass. He let out a scream and continued weeping. Risotto brought the boys arms to his back and looped one arm around them, holding him in place. "Stop crying piccola puttana, you did this to yourself." Risotto said to him roughly. He took hold of his rock hard cock and lined it up to Giorno's dry, unprepared, virgin entrance. The blonde didn't know what to expect, he tried to brace himself for the assault.
Risotto leaned down and bit his neck roughly, drawing blood. Giorno screamed in agony as the man slowly pushed his cock inside of the boy. He felt as if he was going to split in half, the pain was too much. Giorno tried to push Risotto's cock out, only to draw the man further in. Risotto cursed at the boy's tightness, the feeling of his hole spasming around him was head spinning. He pushed in until his pelvis met the boy's ass. Giorno's crying subsided a bit, his voice growing silent. Risotto used his other hand to force the side of Giorno's tear and drool stained face against the wall. He slowly pulled his cock out so only the head was inside of the young blonde. The boy letting out a groan from the feeling. Risotto watched the boy's expression as he brutally slammed back into the young beauty, causing a loud wail from the blonde. He smirked and continued violently thrusting into the boy.
The sound of his skin hitting the boys abused ass echoed through the alleyway. Giorno let out repeated screams of pain and a slow build-up of pleasure. He closed his eyes, hoping the man would cum quickly so he could finish. Risotto grunted as he used the small boy. Giorno felt Risotto hit something inside of him. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it made a violent rush of pleasure shoot through his body. "Oh..fu-ck fuc-k...t-there..hit It aga-in..please..!" he moaned out, his eyes beginning to roll into the back of his head. His mouth hung open, drool, and cries for more spilling from his plump lips. Risotto groaned at the sight. The way this kid went from a confident little shit to a filthy slut begging for his cock made a chill go up his spine.
The blonde beauty didn't know how much more he would take, his end was coming quickly. He felt a tight knot form in his stomach, the feeling enhancing his sense of touch, making him feel so much more pleasure. "Yeah, you like that, Sporca puttana del cazzo. Such a pretty slut for my cock, perfect little whore." Risotto rambled on. He felt his end coming quickly. Giorno whined at Risotto's foul words, they made him die a little inside. He continued to scream in pleasure while Risotto mercilessly pounded his now used asshole. After a few more brutal thrusts, Giorno's legs went limp, cum shooting from his cock on the wall before himself. Risotto soon followed suit, hot, thick, ropes of cum filled the small boys recked ass.
He continued to thrust into the boy, wanting to fuck his cum deep within the bratty blonde. Giorno howled at the feeling, his overly sensitive walls fluttering around the man's thick cock. He eventually pulled out, letting go of the boy and stepping back. He watched as Giorno's body sunk to the ground, his disheveled hair drenched in sweat, and a mixture of cum and blood pouring out of his ruined asshole. Risotto scoffed and put his semi-hard cock away. He turned away from the boy and started walking away. "Next time, be careful who you fuck over. They might fuck you back." He laughed darkly to himself and disappeared into the night.