Straight to Hell

Author's Note -- There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.

CHAPTER TWO -- Mario

Fuck, I HATE moving. Whether for work or my home, I hate having to pack things up and get used to a new space. Of course, once I'm in it, I'm fine. But, all the shit you have to go through is a pain in the ass! I must admit though that there was one move I made that started out pretty routine but ended up great. Especially since it left me with my cock up Mario's straight Italian ass.

Mario, Mario, Mario. Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm... where do I begin?

Should I tell you what a fine-ass hunk he is? Or maybe how great it was to fuck him? Maybe I should describe what it was like to take a sexy heterosexual boy and force him down the path of man sex? Or maybe even how Mario felt when his tight ass was filled full of cock meat for the first time?

Oh hell, let me stop asking questions and just TELL you about Mario! I'm sure it will be a little tale you'll enjoy! No pun intended.

I got to know Mario when he and some of the other maintenance crew at my company were assigned to help part of my department move into new offices. I'd seen Mario around before. He'd done some minor work in my office and I'd said hi and given him a brief smile from time to time when I passed him in the halls. But I never really got to know him until the move. And by that time, after all the little meetings and "hi's" and smiling, I knew I wanted to get to know him better. I mean a lot better. More, I'm sure, than he probably wanted me to.

The move took place over 2 weeks. A technical services group can't just pack up and move in a day, what with calls to make and temporary network changes that have to be implemented. But when I found out Mario was in the crew of 5 that were assigned to help in the move, those 2 weeks became like 2 months! Watching that hot Italian stud bending over, muscles flexing, sweat plastering his shirt against his muscle body was murder! My cock was constantly aching as he went about his business, unaware of how his sexy cologne and muscular physique got me all hot and horny. The gold wedding band he wore on his left hand made me ache even more. From the look of the lump in his pants, I knew some lucky young girl was enjoying his passion and squealing with delight when he fucked her.

Yep, ole Mario Alfieri was quite the stud. Of course when you're 29 years old, 5'11", and 190 pounds of Italian muscle, you can't help but be sexy! Add to that medium length black hair, a goatee, and a slight olive tint to his skin and I think you'd definitely agree with me that he was one handsome hunk! Of course, the fact that he had a big, round, tight, muscular ass also convinced me that he would be a fantastic fuck. Unfortunately, I knew that straight Italian men, especially married straight Italian men like Mario, aren't into getting a cock shoved up their ass. So once again, I decided to put the game of "Straight Man Takedown" in motion... with Mario as the prize.

During the first week of the move, all the maintenance men and my staff were at our old offices, boxing up files, moving furniture, and preparing for the changeover in network equipment. At the beginning of the second week, all of my staff and most of the maintenance men were over at our new quarters, putting furniture in the offices and preparing the new network control center. That left me, Mario, and Jose, at the old place. Jose was another cutie, a young latino who was ambitious, charming, and in great shape. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to work on him right then since my plan to get Mario didn't involve a threesome. But Jose was definitely worth a look in the future. And, lo and behold, he actually did come in handy in putting my plan to get Mario into play.

"Hey Mario, are we working out tonight?"

"Sure, bro. Why do you ask?"

"Just checkin, man. I'm never sure whether your old lady will let you go to the gym or not."

"Fucker, I run my house, you know that! If I wanna work out, I will. Or if I wanna do anything else, I will. Angela knows that's how it goes down."

"That's cool, man. I wish my girl was like that."

"I don't push it though, bro. I mean, I pretty much get to do what I want but I gotta take care of her. She's down with it but I sure don't want her on my ass all the time, you know?"

Interesting. Maybe I needed to explore this a little further. I walked over to where Mario and Jose were working.

"Sounds like you got things under control at home, Mario."

Mario glanced over at me and a gorgeous smile lit up his face.

"I try to, Mr. James. Being married is tough though."

"I'm sure it is, even though I'm not married. Where do you and Jose work out, Mario?"

"We both go to Gold's Gym down on Gessner. You know where that is?"

"Sure, I have a membership to Golds. But I usually use the Fountainview gym."

"I hear Fountainview is a nice gym, Mr. James. But, I couldn't afford to include it in my membership package."

"That's too bad, man. It's a great place. It has a new Jacuzzi and that new Isomax training center. I really like it."

"You're lucky. I'd sure like to try it out."

Damn, were the gods singing my tune or what! Dare I use an opening like this to get him out of his pants? After all, there are ethics involved. I mean, should I take advantage of his innocence in wanting to try out a new gym just so I can fuck him?

You bet your ASS I should! Question closed, decision made.

"Well, why don't you go with me sometime? I can have guests. I'm sure you'd like it." And I'm sure I'd like to see more of that fine ass body of yours as well, I thought.

"Really, Mr. James? Man, I'd appreciate that! I'd really like to try the Isomax out. They say it's like doing 2 workouts in 1 day."

"No sweat, Mario. When would you like to go?"

"How about Wednesday night? Could Jose go too? I'm sure he'd like it."

I'm sure Jose would but I had other plans for Mario that night that didn't include him. At least... not yet.

"I wish I could but I am allowed only one guest at a time. Jose, how about going another night?"

"Sure, Mr. James. Thanks for askin. Man, you go ahead and go with him Wednesday. I can do it another time."

"Thanks, bro. And Mr. James, thanks again. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Sure, Mario. I'll meet you here Wednesday after work and we'll go from there. I'm looking forward to it, too." Shit. I was definitely looking forward to it. But I'll bet as the night wore on, Mario wouldn't be looking forward to it near as much as he was right now.

My cock throbbed the next 2 days, waiting for Wednesday evening. As Mario worked, I couldn't help but watch him and wonder if he would really look as good out of his clothes as he did in them. Plus, even though I had Mario in my sights, I still had to close the deal. I mean how did I go from working out with him to getting him in my bed, cock and ass ready for action?

Mario agreed to meet me after work in my office. I was sitting there reading through some contracts when I heard a knock on my door. Looking up, I saw Mario in the doorway.

"Can I come in, Mr. James?"

Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK! My cock went from a throbbing mass of hormones to an aching, hard as hell piece of steel! Mario had changed from his work uniform into his workout clothes. He wore a thin white Nike t-shirt that was cut short and an old pair of gray sweat pants. The shirt showcased Mario's pecs and his pointy nips stuck out prominently. A thick trail of dark black hair ran from the end of his t-shirt, wound around his navel, and disappeared into his sweatpants. You could see his jockstrap and a very pronounced bulge was displayed in Mario's crotch. I could hardly wait to see what was enclosed on the other side of the sweats.

"Sure Mario, sit down. I'll just be a moment." Actually, I didn't need to do any more work but wanted to give me time so that my goddamn cock wouldn't betray me in my thin suit pants.

Mario sauntered over and started to sit in the chair in front of my desk. As he got near, I picked up some magazines I had been reading that were on my desk and handed them to him.

"Hey, would you mind putting these on the cabinet over there? I'm trying to get some of this junk cleaned off."

"Sure." Mario took the magazines and walked over to my magazine cabinet. As he walked, my eyes carefully analyzed his backside. Damnnnnnnnnnn, now I was in severe lust! Mario's ass was fucking fine in those sweatpants! His firm cheeks packed the material and each muscular half was clearly outlined. The cloth even ran down his crack slightly and it was evident that Mario had a tight, firm bubble ass. As my eyes rose up from his ass, Mario's back muscles came into view, showing the beginnings of a classic bodybuilder's V shape. More and more, this night was shaping up to be the perfect time to bust another straight boy's cherry.

"Oh shit!" Mario whirled around. "Mr. James, can I use your phone? I've gotta call my wife. I forgot to tell her I was working out at another club tonight."

"Sure, Mario, go ahead."

"Thanks. Normally, Jose and I work out late on Wednesdays but I'll let her know I'm gonna be home a little early tonight since I'm working out with you."

Fuck! Damn! Shit! I had to stop him quickly or the night would be all for naught.

"Mario, can you call her from the club? I've got a tight schedule tonight and we really need to leave now. We shoulda left 15 minutes ago but you were running a bit late and..."

"Oh, sure, Mr. James, I'm sorry. I normally change clothes before I go to the gym. I wasn't thinking about what your routine was."

"That's fine, Mario. We just need to leave now so I can keep on track. Okay?"

Mario smiled and said "Sure, let's go."

Yesssssssssssss! Saved again by quick thinking! I walked over to the closet, got out my gym bag, and we left the office. In the parking lot, I talked Mario into taking my car with me and told him I'd bring him back to his car later as I had some work to finish up.

On the way to the gym, Mario asked all sorts of questions about the Isomax, what kind of workout routine I did, how long I'd lifted, and more. I tried to answer him but every time I looked over at his smiling face, I couldn't help but drop my gaze to his protruding pecs and swelling crotch. I don't think he caught me checking him out but damn near! Damn near! I knew I had to get to the gym before I made a mistake and lost him forever.

At the gym, Mario spent a lot of time working his chest, arms, and butt. Obviously, he worked on them a lot given the kind of shape I saw them in! Fortunately, he didn't remember about calling his wife and I certainly didn't bring it back up.

I followed Mario's routine, so as to keep up with him, and by the end of it he was drenched in sweat. During his exercises, I would count for him and give him encouragement. Overall, I was fine until his last exercise. With that one, he lay face down on a leg bench, held a weight to his chest and leaned down. Only the upper half of his body went down and his butt and leg muscles were pulled tight. Fuck, I almost lost it right then and there! Mario's ass was so pronounced in those sweats, I wanted to rip'em off, pull his legs apart on the bench and just fuck him right there! I sighed deeply. Patience, Riley. Patience.

"I'm done, Mr. James. What have you got left?"

"I'm pretty beat Mario, so I think I'm done. And please... call me Riley."

Mario smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Thanks, Riley. Are you ready to go now?"

Okay. Count down time. Time to throw my hook out to bait the Italian stud.

"Yeah, if you want Mario. I'm hot as hell though and a cold beer sure would taste good. You wanna join me?"

Mario thought for a moment and a hesitant look crossed his face.

"Thanks, Riley but I don't think so. Maybe another time."

"C'mon man! I'm buying. My regular workout partner and I toss back a few after our workouts and we trade-off buying. It's my time to buy tonight. After all, you showed me your workout routine and I think I can use some of it in mine. So, let me treat you tonight."

Mario frowned a little more and said, "I really would, Riley. Really, thanks. But I couldn't buy 'em next time, so it's probably better I just go home. Plus I'm in my workout clothes. I need to change."

Fuck, this was one tough little bastard! But, like any other nut, you put enough pressure on it and eventually it'll crack.

"Well, whatever. But I thought you might like to see Artista. It's where I usually go."

"Artista? No shit? You go there?"

Artista is one of the classier titty bars here. It's THE place to go, especially for the young crowd. Artista is actually a club with private membership and I just happened to have a membership. Not for me, mind you. But a good friend of mine is related to the owner and I got a discounted membership that way. I've used it before with my straight prey and it has always been a clincher. I figured Mario would bust his nut just to get in. Little did he know that if he went with me, he'd be busting a nut alright. Just not like he thought he would.

"Yeah, I have a membership. But, I understand. If you wanna go home..."

"Hell yeah, man! I'll go!"

Time for a little more pushing to get him firmly in my corner.

"You sure? I don't want it to be a problem for you, Mario. I mean, won't your wife wonder where you are?"

"Ah, she don't need to know about this. And anyway, she knows Jose and I are always out late on our workout nights. She won't think twice about it."

"Well... if you're sure. I just don't want to cause any prob..."

"Hell yeah, I'm sure! That is... if you don't mind buying the drinks. I don't have much in my wallet right now."

Poor little Mario. So broke. So eager to go. So horny. So ready to get fucked!

I smiled back at him. "Sure man, no problem. Let's go."

As usual, Artista was packed. I guess all the churches were out for the night and the faithful were communing with the unwashed masses. Regardless, there were men all over the place, whistling at the women dancing on stage, trying to pick up a score for the night and god knows what else. Mario was a little speechless as we first walked in but after we sat down and ordered our first drink, he started grinning and ogling the girls as well. Evidently being in his workout clothes didn't bother him too much now either.

I egged him on, keeping him tanked up on beer for the first hour. After that, I ordered an Artista Bedrocker. That was the house specialty and had vodka, rum, and 3 fruit juices all mixed together. Believe me, it was one powerful drink! The great thing about it was you could drink them over and over and get wasted without realizing it. No sooner would Mario get finished with one then I'd order him another. After 2 hours of drinking, talking to the big-tittied nude dancers, fondling the waitresses (who I tipped well for the inconvenience), and generally letting lose, Mario was one fucked up guy. And horny. Hell, his cock was very noticeable in his sweats but Mario didn't seem to give a shit. One of the waitresses had kept her eye on him during the evening and even started sitting down on his lap after a while. Mario just laughed and ran his hands all over her. The feeling was mutual because you could tell she was rubbing his cock and running her hands under his little cut-off t-shirt as well. The last time she left to go back to the bar, a huge tent was showing in his sweats. Trust you me, I wanted to go down and suck that big Italian salami in my mouth quick but knew I had to get him outta there if I wanted more than just that.

"Mario! Hey Mario! Are you ready to go, bud?"

Mario was standing up yelling at a dancer. He was swaying and kept holding on to his chair to keep from falling. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh... my heterosexual fish was baited, hooked, and ready to be reeled in. I yelled at him again.

"MARIO!"

Mario drunkenly lurched around, grinning like an idiot, and said "Yeahhhh..."

"I said, are you ready to go?"

"Ma-annn... I'mmmmm gon-naaaa... fuk dat... mmmmmm, hoooo..."

I grabbed Mario's arm and pulled him towards me.

"C'mon, you're wasted Mario. I'm gonna take you home."

"Fffuck dat, maaaaan..."

Yes, ole homeboy was seriously flying. I pulled him with me and he stumbled right along like a kid, muttering and hiccupping. When I put him in the car, he started thrashing around a little, trying to get out. I pushed him back hard, buckled the seat belt and pulled it tight against him. Mario kept trying to move but couldn't coordinate his movements. I drove off and headed towards my house.

"Mario... just sit back and relax, man. You're totally drunk."

Mario kept muttering something but I couldn't understand him. After a couple of minutes, his movements got weaker and finally stopped. When I looked over, Mario was passed out. Smiling, I drove a little faster towards my house.

Ordinarily I don't take my straight victims to my house. Especially those that know me. In this case, Mario even worked at my company and it wasn't too smart to give him any ammunition to use if he tried to make problems for me later. But ole Mario was so fucked up, I knew he wouldn't remember much about tonight. Plus, I had a little insurance policy I would use to keep his lips sealed.

Mario was starting to snore as I pulled into my garage. Getting out of the car, I went over to the passenger side and opened the door. Mario was sleeping like a baby, hands by his side, legs spread, head turned on the car seat. Looking down at his crotch, I couldn't resist giving his cock a squeeze. It wasn't hard like it had been at Artista but it was definitely big! I started massaging his cock but pulled back and stopped. Fool, get him inside! Then... THEN... you can have all the fun you want.

As I pulled Mario from the car, I thought he'd wake up but nope. He was one fucking heavy muscle boy! I pulled his arm around my neck, put my arm around his chest and pulled him towards the house. My hand wandered up under his tee and I could feel his big hairy pec. Fuck, it felt good! As I squeezed his muscular pec, I caught his full nipple between my fingers and started to stroke it. Shit, my cock went from hard to harder to hardest in 3 seconds flat!

Inside the house, I took Mario to my bedroom and laid him on the bed. He was still out of it but was trembling every now and then. I was ready to see his hunky little body in all its glory, but first things first.

I walked over to my closet and went inside. A second door opened to the right. Inside, the lights of my digital recording system winked and stood ready to film the fuck of another straight muscle stud. I had spent over $12,000 on this system, with cameras installed all over the house. The system could record on videotape, DVD, and even to a digital chip for video streaming. It also provided excellent editing tools so I could mask faces, remove scenes, and even manipulate audio. It was a gay man's dream for keeping alive memories of his sexual encounters. At least, it was good for memories of this gay boy's sexual encounters with his straight men! I adjusted the settings, making sure I got maximum lighting and exposure. Mario didn't know it but he was about to become a porn star.

When I walked back in the bedroom, Mario was starting to move slightly on the bed. The room was still pretty light but I turned down the lights slightly so that Mario wouldn't recognize his surroundings. I walked back over and stood over him as he lay on the bed.

God he was fucking gorgeous! As Mario began to wake from his drunken haze, my eyes caressed his full lips surrounded by that sexy goatee. They moved down to see the twin mounds of chest muscle pulled tight against his flimsy t-shirt, the nipples poking out. I leaned down and bit his right nipple through the material, savoring the feel of it in my mouth. As I chewed on his nipple, I reached down and ran my hand back and forth over his flat, hard stomach, feeling the hairy trail that led down into his pants. Mario's movements became stronger as if he was trying to figure out who was fondling him. As my lust consumed me, I reached down to the edge of his shirt and began pulling the material in opposite directions. A ripping sound filled the room as Mario's shirt opened up revealing his hairy Italian chest, muscular pecs, and meaty nipples. I ripped the collar in two and pulled the shirt from Mario's body.