Andrew Connor & Nico Zetta In a Twisted Mafia Sex Story
Andrew Connor and Father Nico Zetta’s Divine Transgression: A Mafia Son’s Sinful Assignment
This week on StagHomme, Andrew Connor and Father Nico Zetta collide in a charged Mafia-priest encounter where forbidden desire shatters vows and duty.
Andrew Connor’s pulse races as he steps into the dimly lit anteroom, his assignment burning in his mind like a secret. Take care of the man you meet here, the Mafia’s orders had hissed. But when Father Nico Zetta strides through the door—tall, broad-shouldered, his cassock clinging to muscle—Andrew’s throat goes dry. The priest’s eyes lock onto him, dark and hungry, stripping Andrew bare without a word.
“You’re… celibate,” Andrew stammers, backing toward the door. Father Zetta’s laugh is low, sinful. “And you’re here to serve me.” The senator’s son freezes, his resolve crumbling as the priest’s scent—sandalwood and sweat—wraps around him.
Father Zetta closes the distance, his fingers brushing Andrew’s jaw. “You think God didn’t forge this hunger?” he murmurs, his thumb tracing the boy’s quivering lip. Andrew’s knees buckle as the priest’s other hand slides down his spine, pressing him flush against the cassock’s rough fabric—and the rigid heat beneath it.
“On your knees, Andrew.”
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The command leaves no room for defiance. Andrew sinks, hands trembling as he fumbles with Father Zetta’s belt. The priest’s cock springs free, thick and veined, and Andrew’s mouth waters. Celibacy be damned—he takes the length deep, gagging only once before finding a rhythm that wrings a guttural moan from Zetta’s throat.
“Good boy,” the priest growls, touching Andrew’s hair as he thrusts deeper. “Now earn your place.”
When Zetta flips him onto the bench, Andrew’s slacks ripped away, the priest’s fingers stretch him with brutal precision. “You’ll scream for absolution,” Zetta promises, slamming into him with a force that cracks the veneer of piety. Andrew’s cries echo off the chapel walls—a hymn of shame and rapture—as the priest’s hips piston, claiming him in the shadow of the cross.
Father Zetta’s seed spills hot, marking Andrew as both sinner and servant. “Return tomorrow,” the priest orders, adjusting his cassock. “Your assignment is far from over.”
