The office is dimly lit, the air thick with tension as Giovanni Francesco escorts Tristan Summers into the back room. Tristan's heart pounds, not from fear, but from the thrill of the chase and the anticipation of what's to come. Giovanni, a towering figure of authority, pushes Tristan against the wall, his hands roaming over the young thief's body. "You know what happens to little shoplifters, don't you, Tristan?" he growls. Tristan nods, his breath hitching as Giovanni's hand slips into his pants, gripping his hardening cock. Giovanni unzips his own pants, revealing his massive, veined cock. Tristan's eyes widen, but he doesn't back down. He wants this. He wants Giovanni to fuck him hard, to make him pay for his crimes in the most delicious way possible.