Bred by the Mafia Boss

The oath of omertà. Nobody leaves the mafia.

It was a botched job.

I was a mole—a government spy caught in the act. Cornered and defenseless, I let the mafia boss lock me into chastity. He pissed on my face and called it an “act of mercy”.

Now I serve drinks and mop floors like a domestic servant. The government will come rescue me. I just need to stay strong.

But with each passing day, my body changes. My willpower is eroding.

If a rescue party comes, what filth will they find…?