Being a mafia courier is one part gopher and the other part escort/fucktoy. I follow orders, go where I’m told, and provide any service required of me. The only things that I can object to are things that might cause me injury, or things that I have been ordered not to do. My first assignment was to pick up a package. I was told not to ask questions and the less I knew about the details, the better. I arrived at the address I had been given and, when the man I was to meet answered the door I was stunned.

There was no need to ask if he was my contact. I immediately recognized him. The famous American actor Dylan Tides. I had seen him in the news and on movie screens countless times. He had obviously sent his servants away to ensure the privacy of our transaction. He handed me a small duffle bag and kindly assured me that it was not dangerous. He must have sensed my nervousness. I wasn’t afraid of the bag.

My discomfort was simply the fact that I was uncertain of what I was doing anyway, and the very last thing I expected was to meet someone famous. Then he stroked my face and said that I was handsome. I was stunned. I never would have expected Mr. Tides was gay, or that he would have any interest in me. Also, I was under the impression that usually sexual service was only required either, when I was making deliveries, as a sort of tip, or added bonus to the transaction if my contact desired, or if my services had been bought and paid for. Most of those with Mob connections are powerful men, some very well known, who cannot afford the risk of indulging their desires without the assurance of absolute discretion. Of course, my life would be on the line if I broke the mafia code of absolute secrecy.

While I was shocked by Mr. Tides’ apparent interest in me, I had not been told not to have sex with him. Who am I to turn down the orders of a man that men, and women alike, around the world could only fantasize about. I was stripped, kissed, caressed, put ass up on the sofa, and my hole eaten out by this incredibly hot hunk of a man. Then I felt his cock thrust into me as he began fucking me deep and deliberately. If only my father could see me now. His eldest son’s legs spread open like a bitch, being fucked and bred by an international super star. If only my future assignments could be this good.