Tedi is in for a wild one with the village casanova Giuseppe! Giuseppe is in trouble for seducing another maiden, which is gonna give Tedi a chance to get in on his behind.
Can Giuseppe handle this traditional punishment for being a ladysman?
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The Casanova
Teodoro — Tedi to his friends — was about to start putting makeup on for his show tonight when the sound of a brouhaha outside drew his attention. He didn’t want to be bothered by whatever it was — almost certainly a girl having lost her virginity, which was what the local townsfolk had been most concerned about for a long time.
That concern did not extend to Tedi. He was not bothered by the purity of this town’s women. At the moment, he dressed in nothing more than plain white (or off-white, now) britches, but before the show started, he’d put on a wig and one of his stunning diaphanous dresses, making him look like a graceful and elegant woman. His slender upper body glistened with the cream he had just finished rubbing into it.
He hurried to the door to see what was happening. When he flung it open, he saw a man and a woman, about to knock on the door.
The man was naked, awkwardly bent over so the woman could grip the thick mop of black hair on his head. She held on tight and he flailed, trying to use his hands to both push her off and to at the same time cover his bare crotch. Tedi felt a surge of heat — that was Giuseppe, the handsomest man in the village. He had had an irrepressible crush on Giuseppe ever since spying him swimming naked in the river with his friends. He had hidden in a tree and watched their dicks flop, muscles flexing as they roughhoused in the water.
But that had been from a distance, not right up front. Now he was here in front of Tedi’s door — stark naked — and Tedi’s knees went weak just looking at him and his fat swinging cock.
He had a perfectly flat belly with a beefy chest, all of it covered in fine black hairs. He was young, just eighteen, so his skin was smooth and the chest hair wasn’t quite a dense tangle of coarse fur yet; it was still silken and it ended at his shoulders. His dick was slightly visible through the gaps between his fingers, which made Tedi’s mouth drool. Giuseppe had a square jaw with a few days’ grizzle on it and a broad nose with deep dimples that were apparent now, while he winced in pain and the old woman pulled on his hair.
“Tell him!” the old woman barked. Tedi recognized her now — Anita Colombo, Giuseppe’s aunt. She was a perpetually angry spinster who was active in the church and led the women’s group there. She was a fierce defender of female chastity, presumably because she was too bitter, old, wrinkled and nasty to get any kind of man. Her purity was unravageable.
“Hi, uh… Tedi,” Giuseppe said; his voice was pinched and tense. He winced as the woman pulled on his hair. In order to let her grip his hair, he had to stoop down low. His muscles were flexed, like he really wanted to just push her away, but of course, he couldn’t push a woman, especially an old woman who was related to him. He cleared his throat nervously. “Uh… I, I gotta ask-“
“Oh, this will take forever,” Anita snapped. She pushed him into the house past Tedi, letting go of his hair. Giuseppe tripped and landed on the floor. “My good-for-nothing nephew has put another fine feminine soul at risk, Tedi!”
“Signorina, you are upset, I can see that. Let me make you a cup of coffee-“
“I do not want any coffee. If it were only him, I could ignore it. Su vergüenza sería únicamente su propia!,” she put her hands on her hips. “But he has brought shame upon this entire family. He has been consorting with… Well, I shouldn’t say her name. I will not bring shame upon her family as well. Di lei nome deve essere un segreto…”
“Signorina-“
“Hush,” she said. “That girl is from a good family, Tedi. She has been plundered, ruined, by him! That alone would be bad enough. Jeopardizing souls like it meant nothing to him! He goes to church every week and then spends his days, and his nights, with loose female flesh, the donne troia.”
“Zia Anita, come on…” Giuseppe stood right behind Tedi, so close that Tedi could feel his body heat and sense his limp, low-hanging dick rubbing on Tedi’s own back. He had to resist the urge to start slurping on it right now in front of his dear Zia Anita.
“But that is not all. He threatens to ruin our family in this life as well as the next,” she said. Then she made the sign of the cross over her ample bosom. Gesticulating wildly, she continued, “He has plundered a girl whose grandmother knows well the olden ways! She has cursed the entire family with her evil eye! She has the worst malocchio in the village, this I know well…” Tears escaped down her chin. “You cannot escape her curse!”
At first, Tedi assumed something else was coming. Villagers here were always talking about the evil eye (malocchio), but no one took it very seriously, did they? Anita looked like she was about to faint. There must be something else.
But no, it soon became clear from the look on her face that she was terrified of the evil eye.
“Signorina, I am very sorry to hear that. But I do not know about witchcraft,” Tedi said. “I would not know how to undo the malocchio.”
“You do not need to know how. So come. I have consulted with Padre Ricardi, and I have consulted with my grandmother’s notes. I spoke with the matriarch who placed the malocchio in the first place,” she said. She shook her head and bit her lip. “I can not speak it. You must lay with the boy, as though… with a girl, as though he were a girl. You must plunder him, make him feel the shame and filthiness that that poor girl must be feeling.”
Giuseppe burst in with a nervous smile. “I don’t think that’s how she feels, Aunt Anita. We’re in love. I was going to propose matrimonio to her-“
“She will never marry you! She is a high-class woman! She will not marry a man with broad shoulders, callused fingers and sporco sotto le unghie!” Anita said, throwing her hands in the air. She glared at Tedi. “Will you do this? You are the only man in the village who would undo this particular curse.”
Tedi stammered over himself. Logically, he wanted to say no; he was offended that she assumed he’d want to, but on the other hand, Giuseppe was the most handsome man in the village. Tedi did want to do it, even if he thought the reason for it was nonsensical. “Signorina, I… I will do it.”
“Oh, wonderful! You may make it hurt,” she said with a cruel glint in her eye. She glared at her nephew. “Egli deve soffrire molto…”
“Wait, Zia Anita, what are you talking about?” He put his hands on his hips. “He can’t treat me like a girl. I don’t have una micio-” His eyes went wide and he gasped, like he only just figured out what his aunt intended. He again covered his crotch with both hands. “Zia Anita! I can’t submit to that!”
“The curse upon you is great, mio nipote! It can only be undone this way,” she said. It sounded like she was near tears, like she was consigning her nephew to certain death.
It sounded like Giuseppe was in a similar place, and he also sniffed back tears. He trembled and shook as Tedi closed the door — it was obvious they could keep wailing like this all afternoon, so Tedi just needed to shut the door and move things along.
“Please… isn’t there any other way?” he asked, partially aiming the question at Tedi and partially aimed out the door.
“Your curse has already harmed this family! Tua cugina Valentina was stricken today with consumption!”
“Really? Dio mio!” Giuseppe turned to face Tedi before the door finally slammed shut with Anita on the other side. Tears welled up in his eyes as he ran his fingers through his thick black hair, which now was a messy tangle since his aunt had dragged him here using his hair as a handle. He blushed and stepped away from Tedi, hands still covering his crotch.
That seemed doubtful to Tedi, but Anita confirmed it through the door. It took time for consumption to appear and for it to be confirmed to be that and not a similar illness. It was entirely too early in the day for Aunt Anita to have heard confirmation that it was consumption, assuming the illness began after Giuseppe was caught with the girl. But Tedi didn’t want to point this out, and besides that, he had long ago learned that the superstitious mind would always find a way to rationalize it — Giuseppe had presumably intended to bed the girl before it actually happened, for example, so perhaps the curse reached backwards in time to cause punishment when the sin was planned but not yet executed. Perhaps Valentina would have quickly recovered if Giuseppe had decided not to take the girl’s virginity.
In any case, it was not Tedi’s responsibility to be the rational one.
Giuseppe was pale now. He kept his hands over his crotch and his muscles rippled as anxiety flowed through him. He had been to see Tedi’s show at least once, and he had reacted like any other male — aroused but ashamed of it because he knew that Tedi was a man dressed like a woman. Now though, Tedi was dressed as a man; there was no way to pretend he was a real girl.
“Get on your knees, Giuseppe,” Tedi said. His voice was flat and firm. “Your soul is going to learn a very difficult lesson today.”
Giuseppe sunk to his knees as Tedi dropped his britches. He pulled his dick out and gave it a few strokes. It was already half-hard, so it quickly swelled to full erection in front of Giuseppe’s trembling, tear-streaked face.
“Open your mouth,” Tedi said. When Giuseppe hesitated, Tedi used both hands to force his lips apart. He enjoyed touching Giuseppe’s handsome face, which was still beautiful, despite being streaked with tears, his confident charm replaced by choked terror.
He pushed his dick in, and Giuseppe gagged loudly. He sputtered and choked with just the tip of Tedi’s dick on his tongue. But he didn’t pull away or try to leave, he just submitted even as his body rejected Tedi’s shaft.
“Good! Make him choke! Everyone come listen to my nephew’s shame!”
Tedi blushed almost as red as Giuseppe — Tedi normally liked to keep a low profile. The men of this village did not easily tolerate girlie-men like Tedi, so the more attention he attracted, the more danger he was in. Tedi could never forgive himself if he didn’t take full advantage of the situation he was in though, so he didn’t slow down. If he was exiled as a result, he thought, he could find a new town that needed a feminine dancer. He could even move to Rome.
Giuseppe choked up so much spit it made Tedi laugh. He had never seen someone produce so much saliva while swallowing dick — it seemed he tried not to swallow any of the moisture in his mouth, like it was contaminated with cock, so he wanted to spit it out. But Tedi didn’t remove his dick, so Giuseppe couldn’t close his mouth, which meant he couldn’t actually spit; he could only drool and drip saliva from his lips.
There were more people around now. Tedi heard them gather outside the front of his house. Women muttered among themselves, either laughing at Giuseppe’s superstition or silently praying to protect themselves from the malocchio. Men jeered and muttered insults as they scattered around the house looking for open windows (which they wouldn’t find because Tedi always kept his curtains closed). No matter how much the men didn’t want to watch a girlie-man like Tedi go at it, they all wanted to see Giuseppe’s humiliation — Giuseppe was so handsome he was the object of affection for every woman in the village.
The pleasure in Tedi’s cock was intense, making it hard for Tedi to focus on being serious. He smiled at Giuseppe’s frenzied sputtering and the puddle of saliva that formed on the floor. His dick throbbed in Giuseppe’s throat, swelling to fit and forcing the big Italian macho to gasp for air when Tedi backed out just enough to allow it.
Tedi eventually pulled away, not wanting to finish in Giuseppe’s mouth. He had bigger plans. Giuseppe sputtered and gagged profusely, spitting over and over onto the floor as though trying to get every drop out. Tedi moved behind Giuseppe and rammed a finger in his ass even before Giuseppe realized what was going on.
“Oh, dio mio!” he shouted. “Che fa male come l’inferno!” A torrent of laughter arose from outside, and Giuseppe blushed. He bit his lip. His ass clenched hard on Tedi’s finger.
Tedi giggled. Every time he moved his finger even a bit, it sent waves of agony through Giuseppe’s muscles. Giuseppe hung his head as he settled on all fours — the only position that made this fingering easy for him, since he was massively taller than Tedi — and arched his back. The muscles of his back rippled, and he gripped the ground as though trying to rip the floorboards up.
Hooking his finger to one side or the other made Giuseppe grunt. He hyperventilated, his entire body stiff and tense as he focused on relaxing the only muscle that counted. Tedi rammed his finger in and out, enjoying the spongy feel of the man’s body.
“Go over to the window,” Tedi said.
Giuseppe hesitated but did as he was told when Tedi used his finger in Giuseppe’s ass to point the way. Giuseppe crawled with difficulty across the floor. It took what seemed like a long time to get there. Giuseppe gasped and twisted his head as he suppressed the agony in his trembling ass.
“Poke your head out the window,” Tedi said. Giuseppe hesitated again, and Tedi repeated himself. “Put your head out the window. You are supposed to experience all the shame and humiliation that poor girl felt. That means people must see what happens to you. If not, the malocchio will surely haunt your family for generations to come.”
He gritted his teeth and pushed his head out past the curtain. Outside, his face was on the side of the building, so no one noticed right away. Tedi’s house was built on a hill, which meant Giuseppe’s face was high in the air compared to the folks on the ground outside.
The people out front didn’t notice his head until Tedi lined his dick up with Giuseppe’s ass. It had just a bit of hair, the perfect amount, Tedi thought, for a man’s ass. It was enough to be clear that it was a man’s ass and not a woman’s, but it didn’t have the dense thicket of smelly hair that Tedi associated with sailors, soldiers and Greeks.
To put his face out the window, Giuseppe had to crouch rather than remain on all fours. That put his ass much too high for Tedi to effectively penetrate. He got a short stool and stood on that, which made it much easier.
When he at last slammed his dick in, Giuseppe let out a screeching yelp. That was what attracted the attention of the crowd. Giuseppe’s legs straightened and his back arched, but Tedi tapped his back until he got the message — he had to crouch in order for Tedi to reach him.
“Che è troppo grande per un uomo femminile!” Giuseppe grunted and groaned, turning bright-red as the crowd moved to the side of the building. They were throwing rotten fruit at him now, and every time they got a direct hit on Giuseppe’s face, they all cheered and clapped.
Ignoring the resistance he felt, Tedi rammed hard and slow. He enjoyed the long grinding motions as he pushed into Giuseppe’s ass, and he sighed with satisfaction every time he let his dick lower almost all the way out. Sensations sparked throughout Tedi’s body.
The pleasure was unbelievably intense for Tedi, who had never felt anything quite like it. He had penetrated only a few men, none of them as handsome or well-formed as Giuseppe. Those occasions had been nothing compared to the fleshy, meaty feel of Giuseppe’s muscles tightening underneath him, the masculine hair of his ass or the macho grunting as he tried to pretend he wasn’t in agonizing pain. Tedi laid atop him, grinding his dick in, making certain to hit every corner of Giuseppe’s sensitive insides.
“Feliciana!” Giuseppe shouted.
The front door opened, and a pretty black-haired girl marched in, pushing past Anita. She slammed the door shut behind herself. That must be Feliciana, who, Tedi assumed, was the girl whose honor Giuseppe had plundered. She was pretty, but with an arrogant, upper-class look to her face.
She squealed in shock at the sight. Giuseppe brought his fruit-dripping head back in the building and exclaimed back at her, grunting too hard to form words as his movement reawakened the agony in his backside. He nearly collapsed to the ground at her feet. The sensation was too intense for Tedi to stop now, so he continued humping Giuseppe’s ass as he writhed in pain and humiliation at his girlfriend’s feet.
“Giuseppe!” she shouted. “You are… what are you doing?! Che è disgustoso!”
“I’m doing this for you, my cara Feliciana,” he said.
“I never asked you to do this!”
“Your grandmother… She put a curse on me. Malocchio,” he said. “On my family.” Tears twinkled in his eyes. Tedi groaned. He allowed Giuseppe to angle his body to face the girl, but Tedi was relentless on his ass. He didn’t even slow down as Giuseppe’s body tightened with the shame overcoming him.
“So, you do this for a curse?” she asked.
He nodded. “I must do it. But we can still be together afterwards! Possiamo sposarci…”
Feliciana thought for a long time. She cocked her face to the side and then shook her head. “No… Giuseppe… You were very sweet to me, and you have such a handsome face… But you are from a poor family,” she said. “And now… you are not a real man. Si hanno meno di un uomo…”
“What?!”
“You have been sodomizzato…” she said with a giggle. She smiled at Tedi. “You are letting a small man inside you. That is… I can not respect you after this. I must marry a man who acts like a real man.”
“Feliciana…”
“Close your mouth. A real man would rather submit to a curse than that,” she said. She shook her head in disappointment, then walked out the door. When the front door was briefly open, Anita’s voice filtered in, her braying laughter filling the house for a moment before the door slammed shut again. Giuseppe sobbed into the floor.
Anita’s voice was audible from outside. “You do not much like him anymore, do you? Good.”
It seemed that the crowd was focused on chanting on the side of the house where Giuseppe’s face had been seen through the window, so none of them realized why Feliciana had gone inside. Her virtue was intact in the eyes of the villagefolk.
Giuseppe straightened his back when talking to Feliciana, so Tedi was clutching his muscles, trying to hang on — when they both stood plainly, Tedi’s face was even with Giuseppe’s upper back, which mean that the straighter Giuseppe stood, the less Tedi could easily penetrate his ass.
But he refused to take his dick out, even as Giuseppe’s massive body quaked and trembled with the power of his sobbing. Tedi had to claw at the man’s skin for support, and he used his feet to grip Giuseppe’s hairy thighs.
Finally Giuseppe seemed to realize that he had to change his positioning if this was going to ever end. He dropped to all fours, and Tedi at last had some leverage again. He pounded away at Giuseppe’s ass.
Since he had been ramming him for awhile, Giuseppe’s hole was loosened and opened now. Tedi could easily drill his dick in and out. A loud thwacking sound came with every thrust of Tedi’s hips.
When Giuseppe wiped tears off his face, Tedi felt a twinge of pity. He reached around to Giuseppe’s dick and gave it a stroke. It was already hard, but it must have been close to finishing despite his despair, because Tedi could already feel the orgasmic energy collecting and roiling in the shaft.
As though he hadn’t been aware of the intensely pleasurable feelings in his dick until Tedi touched it, Giuseppe’s weeping turned into a momentary moan of bliss. Precum leaked profusely from his cockshaft and coated Tedi’s fingers.
“You can come see me anytime, Giuseppe,” Tedi said softly. He repeated it, but Giuseppe didn’t acknowledge it, whether because he didn’t want to admit he might allow this to happen again or because he genuinely didn’t hear it, Tedi didn’t know which.
Then at last Tedi felt his own orgasm overwhelm him. He grunted and nibbled on Giuseppe’s smooth back as it happened, and pleasure rolled up and down his spine. Giuseppe gasped at the sensation even before the first drops of cum filled him up; his back muscles rippled beneath Tedi’s lolling tongue.
Cum sprayed inside Giuseppe, a torrent of male juices that coated the inside of Giuseppe’s body. It felt like an incredible amount of cum, more than Tedi had ever shot before. Giuseppe gulped and moaned, making an ear-shattering sound.
Anita must have been listening at the door, because she called out when Giuseppe made a noise. “Good! Is that it? That’s how you made that poor innocent girl feel, Giuseppe! Not so proudful anymore, are you!?”
Tedi had to suppress a giggle at Giuseppe, who wept again at that reminder. The crowd cheered and shouted. But Giuseppe’s sadness was short-lived — he reached his own orgasm moments later in Tedi’s hand.
It was a painful orgasm, Tedi could tell that from the way Giuseppe sucked on his teeth and bit his lip, asshole clenching on Tedi’s limp dick. But there was also an intense pleasure behind it, which Tedi sensed in the rippling of his back muscles and the exhausted tenor of his grunting.
Tedi had to strain to reach all the way around Giuseppe’s body to jack him off, but he did that now with his second hand as well. He scooped up all of the cum as it sprayed from Giuseppe’s uncut cock.
A part of Tedi wanted nothing more than to eat the cum off his own palm, but he could do that with nearly any of the men who came to see him. Today, Tedi wanted to do something different.
“Give me your mouth,” Tedi said, and Giuseppe did as he was told. He winced painfully as he turned his head with Tedi’s limp dick still throbbing in his ass. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes.
It was apparent that Giuseppe thought Tedi wanted to kiss him again, but instead Tedi tipped his hand full of cum right into Giuseppe’s mouth.
Giuseppe gagged and choked on the snotty texture and sour-sweet flavor. His asshole clenched down again as though trying to rip Tedi’s dick off. That sent a second wave of orgasmic pleasure up Tedi’s body. He gasped as Giuseppe moaned in pain.
While he smeared the remnants of cum from his hand onto Giuseppe’s face, Tedi let his dick flop out slowly. It made a moist popping sound when it finally came out. Giuseppe collapsed into a sweaty heap on the floor, sniffling and holding back tears.
Tedi sat down next to him and clucked his tongue. He massaged the thick black hair of Giuseppe’s head. “There, there,” he said. “It’s over now. The curse is lifted. Malocchio è andato…”
Giuseppe sniffled. “She was right, I am less than a man. No girl will ever marry me now.”
“I’m sure that isn’t true,” Tedi said. “Besides, even if it is, you can always go to America, or to England or France, or just Rome. No one there will know.”
“I will know.”
“Or you can stay here. You can come visit me whenever you need a girl… I normally don’t do any of this, y’know.”
“What do you mean?”
“You can… treat me like a girl. That is more normal. When you don’t have a curse to remove, that is what I would expect. You can come here and ram at my ass, my face — every part of my body is yours.”
“Really?”
“Really. It feels like a girl, or so everyone tells me,” Tedi said. He patted Giuseppe on the ass and held back a laugh when Giuseppe winced in pain. “Now come on. Hold your head high. You did what you needed to do for your family. The reason those men out there are teasing you is because they are jealous. Their wives would give anything to be your wife instead of theirs.”
He smiled behind his tears and crawled to his feet. The agony was evident, but he shook it out and took a few tentative steps before wincing in pain again. “Can I wait in here for a few minutes?”
Tedi motioned for him to sit down on the couch, which he did, and Tedi curled up next to his muscular arms. When Giuseppe found that sitting on his ass was too painful, he slid down to laying on his side. Tedi sat there in the crook of his chest, massaging his muscles.
“Of course, baby,” Tedi said. “You can wait here as long as you need. I’ll take care of you.”
