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In It For Life
Francesco could hear the shuffling of papers, the scribbling of a pen, and curt conversations Karl's father was having over the phone. They were talking numbers, yes, but otherwise, he couldn't make a lot of sense since the senator appeared keen on listening after asking a question than offer his opinions. He was a smart, dangerous man, and Francesco wondered whether his bluff was worth anything. He hadn't lied, true, but he couldn't know how people would react at the news of the famous politician having a gay son. All the while, the hard cock between his lips remained that, hard, while he used every trick up his sleeve. The problem was that the soft carpet under his knees was a bit too plush and comfortable, while the warmth in the room was inviting him to drift off.
He took the senator's cock deep down his throat and tried to squeeze, but making that man come wasn't an easy feat. After a while, he gave up on deepthroating and began to lick it on all sides. Francesco couldn't remember ever meeting a man with so much staying power. It felt like he had been sucking that cock for hours, which wasn't, most probably, true, and just his body wanting to rest after being used hard like that by four muscled suits.
"Come here and let me see you," the senator ordered.
Francesco gave up on making the cock come and wobbled to his feet as he got out from under the desk. The man swiveled his chair to face him. He gave him a long once-over. "You pissed me off, Francesco, big time. Now, kneel and keep your mouth open."
He obeyed quickly. So it was going to be a load of hot cum, finally. Maybe then he'd be allowed to sleep. He barely stood, even on his knees like that.
He let out a groan as the man used his cock to smack him over his mouth, making his lips crush against the teeth a little.
"Face me," the senator ordered when his head lolled to one side.
Francesco endured the repeated slaps as he was smacked over the mouth with that hard cock.
"Now suck," the next command came.
He got to work right away.
"You have a good mouth on you," the senator began in the same emotionless voice. "No wonder you've survived for so long. Faggots like you, I'd usually give them no time of my day. But I thought there was a reason why Karl couldn't give up on you and sneaked about like a weasel. Rest assured, little whore, both you and he will pay for this."
Francesco squeezed his eyes shut. For real? All this had been for nothing?
"No, not like you think. But since you two seem to be so much in love with one another," the words were spat with a sneer, "you should embrace the lifestyle, the proper lifestyle, and make me proud."
Francesco stopped for a moment.
"Don't stop. Suck me off, cocksucker," the man ordered. He leaned over Francesco and his voice dropped. "He'll be saddled with you for life, and you with him. Don't think that you can go around, fuck whoever you two want. And don't make any mistakes, Francesco. Your ass is mine, forever."
At this point, Francesco didn't even pretend that he could understand what the man wanted. He couldn't ask, either, since his mouth was so full. It could be the tiredness, but his self-control was starting to slip. He tried to squeeze his cock between his thighs to stop it from growing harder than it was.
"Are you getting hard, little whore?" the senator taunted him. "Suck your daddy-in-law well and I might let you come."
Francesco stopped and his eyes shot up. The man gave him an icy smile. "Yes. You two are going to get a nice ball and chain and help me win this shit."
His mind was racing. Was that really punishment? Not in his wildest dreams, Francesco ever--
He moaned around the man's cock, swallowing him deeper. He used his hands, too, teasing the balls hanging over the dress pants, and giving it his all. Then his forehead was pushed roughly and cum spurted, hitting the roof of his mouth, coming so much that it filled it to the brim.
The senator pulled his phone and took a picture. "You'll be on your best behavior, Francesco, and you'll do everything I say. You said you're loyal. You'll have more than one occasion to prove your loyalty to this family. Now swallow."
He did, fighting the sensation of choking. It was just so much and so viscous.
"You're a fucking mess," the man taunted him. "Let's get you washed."
Francesco had to be dragged by one arm to the bathroom and didn't protest as he was forced to climb inside a bath tub. He tried to reach for the tap but the senator pushed him on his back.
"A whore like you should enjoy this. Close your eyes."
He didn't say a thing as the warm jet hit his face. The man laughed. "What better way to wash a slut's face than with piss?"
Francesco kept silent as the pungent liquid landed on his head, in his hair, on his cheeks and lips. Just like cum, this guy had a lot of piss, too.
A few last drops were shaken over his mouth, and Francesco felt the tip of the man's cock moving lazily across.
"Glad to meet you, Francesco. Welcome to the family. But first, take a fucking shower. You stink like a whorehouse."
Was it possible for him to feel normal? In any way, after something like that? But he was showered, dressed, and smelled of expensive shampoo and soap. And he was sitting across from Karl's dad, like they were completely normal acquaintances.
"I advise you not to tell Karl about our little meeting, and by that, I mean that I forbid you."
Francesco nodded. He felt a bit refreshed after the shower, but he was still wasted.
"He'll learn about it at the proper time," the man added.
"And what if I don't listen to you?"
"Your mouth still looks a little swollen, from all that cock slapping I gave you. Trust me, I'm doing nothing but being easy on you. You'll listen, Francesco, if you want what's good for Karl. Seeing how he's an unrepentant faggot, I could always send him back to his unit and ask them to make him their cum bucket, day in and day out. That's what they do with faggots, the old fashioned way."
Francesco felt his stomach turning upside down. "You'd do that to your own son?"
The senator grinned. "I wouldn't. But if you talk anything else than what I allow you, you'll do that to him."
Fucking politicians. Francesco didn't know if he was about to laugh or cry. This day was so freaking strange. If he suddenly woke up, he wouldn't be surprised. "I'll keep my mouth shut," he said.
"Good. Use that little brain of yours for something good."
Francesco pushed himself to his feet. "Am I dismissed? Free to go?" He made a move to head over to the door.
"Don't be stupid. Someone will pick you up in five."
"Okay." Francesco sat back down and leaned into the chair, wishing for the languidness in his bones to let him keep his eyes open a little while longer. Across from him, stood a dangerous animal, and it wasn't a smart idea to fall asleep with him watching.
"I wonder why you," the senator started after a short pause.
Francesco snorted and closed his eyes. "He wonders the same, don't worry. But if you think I can give you an answer, forget about it. I don't know."
He tensed as he sensed the man moving about. He opened his eyes and looked up at the other hovering above him. His chin was grabbed harshly and his head forced at an impossible angle. Then a thumb brushed hard against his lips, making him whimper a little from the ache lingering in his still swollen mouth.
"I suppose some punks like you are just made for getting cock," the conclusion came. "Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out."
Francesco obeyed. What else could he do?
"I see it," Karl's dad said matter-of-factly. "You're nothing but a fucking black hole. Karl will regret choosing you all his life. I'll make sure he sees you for what you truly are. And how stupid of him was to choose to be a faggot."
Francesco closed his mouth without being told to. "Karl knows who I am. And it's not a choice."
The man laughed. "Save me the spiel, boy. You'll make sure to keep Karl in line for the sake of the family or it will be hell to pay. Do you understand?"
"Completely. Although I could use a job description, `cause Karl always does whatever the fuck he wants."
A sneer welcomed his words. The senator checked his phone. "Your ride is here. I'll make it clear for you, don't worry. Now go catch some sleep. Nothing better after a hard work whore's day."
A knock on the door interrupted them.
"Come in," the senator said.
Francesco stood and turned. And froze when he saw Morgan in the door. Morgan's eyes grew wide for a moment, but then the man schooled his face into something unreadable. "The car is ready, sir."
"Not for me." The senator waved. "Get this little prick out of my face. I sent you his address."
Francesco's legs were made of wood as he walked toward Morgan. Was it possible that Mr. Big Shot Senator didn't know that Morgan was well aware of Karl's illicit activities? There was a silver lining in all that, after all. Karl needed all the allies he could get, with a father like that.
He made no move to show that he knew Morgan as he walked to the door.
"Ah, by the way, this is Francesco," the senator said coolly. "You might remember him from the day when you went to pick the boys from their little summer camp."
Summer camp? It was an entire year, you fucking fucker, Francesco's mind screamed.
"Of course," Morgan replied dutifully. "Francesco, please, follow me. Anything else, sir?"
"No. Just make sure Karl no longer drives anywhere by himself. He tends to get involved in accidents. He needs a driver."
"I'll do that, sir," Morgan said.
Francesco could tell by the sneer in the senator's voice that he was trying to put Morgan down by demoting him to a simple driver position after probably failing to keep an eye on Karl. He hoped that was the case, and that the fucker didn't know anything.
"Francesco," Morgan called for him softly, as soon as they were in the car, and the vehicle was on the move.
He lay on the backseat, curled into a fetal position. He just needed a little sleep. "Don't ask," he whispered. "Just... just watch over Karl, okay?"
"I cannot not ask. It's just that--" Morgan stopped and slammed his palms against the wheel, while cursing under his breath.
"You're probably wondering how come I'm not in a body bag, and why you weren't called here to play the grave digger, right?" Francesco said, his voice void of any trace of humor.
"It's really that good a time to joke?" Morgan asked, his voice strained.
Francesco straightened up enough to meet Morgan's eyes in the mirror. The guy looked worried, and he had every reason to. "I'm not joking. He knows about me and Karl, and now if he didn't just thought it would be funny to play a trick on me, you should be hearing wedding bells soon."
"Karl will get married to that girl, anyway," Morgan said like it was a foregone conclusion.
Francesco tried to look through the window to gather his thoughts. It was pitch black outside, the heart of the night, and it felt fitting. The future was, once again, nothing but a big fucking question mark. He didn't want to learn the answer to that question, because it couldn't be good for him.
"Not to that girl," he said in a grave voice. "To me."
tbc
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