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Prison Island
He woke up confused. Karl was kicking him, not hard, but enough to let him know he wasn't pleased. "What?" he asked.
"There's work to do. Move."
Francesco nodded and reached, force of habit, for his pants. Karl kicked them out of the way.
"I said, move."
He got to his feet, a bit numb after the cold night. He didn't look at Karl at all. "What do you want me to do?"
"You'll work only around the camp. No wandering about for you, not anymore. You'll stay here, where I can keep my eyes on you. Now, blow me."
Francesco had expected as much. He got to his feet and reached for Karl's fly. The fucker slapped his hands away. "You don't get to touch me unless I say so."
He remained silent as Karl unbuckled his belt, waiting for whatever the asshole wanted to order him to do next. His eyes grew wide with unhidden fear when he noticed Karl removing his belt. Was he going as far as to beat him?
Part of him wanted to bolt, run as far away as possible. But the hardened part of him refused to let him move. That was the deal he had signed, and there was no turning back.
He jolted when Karl caressed his face with the belt. With growing dread, he looked up.
"A gift, for you." Karl crouched by his side and wrapped the belt around his neck. He fiddled some with it, as he needed to make another hole so that he could fasten it tightly.
Francesco didn't dare to breathe. Karl adjusted the belt, making sure it wasn't cutting out his air. He let the longer end dangle down on Francesco's chest and pressed one hand over it to make it stop moving. His hand was warm and calloused. It made him tremble. What was the point of that twisted gentleness?
"It fits you," Karl concluded and stood.
Then he proceeded to open his fly and grabbed Francesco by the back of the head. There were no more words needed, as Francesco began working the guy's shaft with mouth and tongue only. He had expected more brutality, and the absence of it was making him wary, like any moment now, the fucker would explode and bash his head in or kick him in the balls.
But nothing like that happened. Even more, Karl held him gently, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and another holding his jaw so that he could move his cock in and out of Francesco's mouth at the most comfortable angle.
As he came, with small quiet grunts, he didn't press harder and didn't stuff his cock down Francesco's throat. His jizz was heavy and viscous, and a ton, so gobbling down was a bit of a challenge, but that was all.
"Did you swallow everything?" Karl asked like he was asking about the weather.
Francesco nodded.
"Open your mouth."
He tilted his head back and opened wide. Karl put two fingers inside his mouth and moved them around. He pressed Francesco's mouth shut and leaned in for a quick kiss. Then he took hold of the end of the belt and shook it. "Let's go."
Francesco made a move to get to his feet.
"No." Karl pushed on his shoulder. "On your hands and knees."
"Are you serious?"
The look in the blank blue eyes was the only answer he got. With a sigh, he placed himself on all fours. Then Karl made him move by pulling at the belt.
Francesco didn't dare to look once they were outside. He didn't have to; without a doubt, everyone present was staring at them in shock.
"Karl, what the hell, man?" That was Leon.
"Chillax, Leon," Karl said abruptly. "Francesco here is a little bitch. Right, Francesco?"
Was he really expecting him to say something like that?
Karl pulled at the belt.
"Yes," he said in a low voice. "Yes," he said louder, but without looking at anyone. "I'm Karl's little bitch."
Karl patted him on the head. "Don't get any funny ideas. His ass is mine, okay?"
"The only funny idea that crosses my mind," Ollie began, "is that you lost your freaking mind, Karl. Why are you humiliating him like this?"
Francesco looked down. He just wanted everyone to see about their business so he could see about his. "It's fine, Ollie, really," he said.
"Oh, yeah? How about trying to tell me that while looking at me?"
He raised his eyes. Ollie's face was stricken with shock. So was Anya's. Leon was unreadable, but his eyes were darker than usual. Ty was probably still on his sick bed, and Mouse was gone.
"It's fine," he said again, controlling his voice. "It's... that's just our idea of fun," he added.
Karl caressed his head again and this time leaned in and kissed his forehead. "He'll help around here. I suppose I don't have to tell you that you're not allowed to touch him."
"Can we talk to him?" Ollie asked, his voice filled with sarcasm.
"Yeah. Nothing changed. Anya, I'll need you to do something for me." Karl hovered for a moment. "You can stand while you work. The moment you see me, you get on all fours and present your ass. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Good. See you later."
"Make me understand, Francesco." Ollie came to him the moment Karl was out of earshot. "You break up with Mouse for this?"
Francesco was sweaty, tired, and the belt was rubbing a bit too much against his skin. Ollie made a move to reach for it, but he dodged him.
They were working on trying to change some big blocks of rock into smaller pieces. What was the purpose of that, only Karl knew. Good thing the weather was finally better, and they could work outside.
"You can't be serious, Francesco. He's screwing with your head."
"He's doing me a favor. That's why I'm asking you, guys, don't... do whatever you're doing right now. It's fine. I can handle Karl."
"What kind of favor?" Ollie insisted.
So Mouse hadn't mentioned anything. Maybe it was better to keep his mouth shut.
"The biggest kind. Trust me, this is nothing. He could have asked for a lot more, and I would have given it to him. No questions asked."
"Is he donating a lung to your dying mother?" Ollie asked, in the same sarcastic tone that seemed to be part of his personality.
Francesco couldn't hold it against him. "Something even bigger than that."
"Shit, man." Ollie searched his face for any signs that he was joking. "Okay, then I'll keep my mouth shut. I won't ask you what is about since I bet you won't tell me, but know this. We're here. Whenever you need us."
Francesco nodded and was thankful for the quick warm hug Ollie gave him. He returned to his work, smashing the sharp stone he had made into a tool against the large block.
A shadow appeared over his work, and he let the improvised tool down. Without a word, he placed himself on all fours.
"Good bitch," Karl praised him.
He let out a small gasp as he felt something hard pushing against his hole. "What the hell?" He could tell that wasn't Karl's cock.
"Hush, hush. I just want to see if it fits. It's a butt plug." Karl removed the thing he had just pushed in his ass and showed it to him.
It was a rudimentary thing made of wood and it looked like it had been polished to the best of the abilities of the person that had created it.
"No way I'm keeping that in all day long," he revolted.
"You will. You'll take care of it. You'll wash it, all that. Now, shut your trap, I'm here to make the first deposit of the day." Karl laughed at his stupid pun.
Francesco bit his lips. He had forgotten to prepare himself, taken with work and dark thoughts.
Karl moved his fingers around his hole. "You didn't put any of that thing in your ass?"
"No, didn't have the time," Francesco mumbled.
"Where is it?"
He was keeping a bit of fat in a bowl, specially for that.
"In your hut."
"Our hut," Karl said and slapped his ass playfully as he got up.
He didn't want to say anything, but upon his return, Karl began to work his hole so slowly that he was starting to think he was there for a prostate exam and not a fucking. Not that he knew anything about prostate exams.
"Aren't you going to put it in?" he asked. Small shivers were coursing through his body, as Karl moved his fingers slowly.
"Eager to get fucked?"
"Yeah," Francesco said. "There's a lot of work to do around here."
"I'm just wondering," Karl began. "What the fuck do I see in you?"
"Must be my charming personality," Francesco replied dryly.
Karl didn't seem to have heard that. "Yeah, so you got a pretty face, and you swallow, and you can get hammered for hours... but it's not like you're the only dude in the world that can do all that."
This time, Francesco chose to remain quiet. Whatever Karl wanted to figure out, he needed to do it by himself.
"When I'm not within ten feet from you, I'm going crazy," Karl continued. "When I'm with you, all I want is to fuck you. When I'm not, it's all I'm thinking of."
"So fuck me already. The more you do, the less you'll feel like this," Francesco offered.
Karl let out a humorless laugh. "Really? Is that simple? Because it sure doesn't work that way. The more I fuck you, the more I want you."
"What do you want me to do?" Francesco asked, wiggling his ass and trying to get more of that elusive sensation Karl's fingers left in their wake.
"What I want, you can't give me." There was real hurt in Karl's voice.
"Try me. I'll give you anything you ask. Anything."
"No. You can't. But you can do this."
Karl moved and Francesco felt relieved when he felt the fucker's cock entering him. He had been prepared so well that the thing slid right in.
"You can be my good little bitch," Karl said as he grabbed a hold of Francesco's hair.
"Anything you want," Francesco whispered.
Karl gave up on talking for both their sake. Francesco pushed his ass back to feel the other's hammering. This was familiar. This was what they did. Karl pounded hard and fast into him, but he still managed to go straight to that point inside that made Francesco moan and writhe like an animal in rut.
And soon, he was coming. Karl kept saying that he was ruining him, but the reverse was also true. Francesco was sure that no one in his life ever would make him come like the fucker did. He was wrecked by him forever.
Karl pulled out of him angrily, but Francesco could tell that he had come. He winced as the hard thing Karl had showed him earlier was pushed inside his ass. It left him feel a dull ache, like he was still being fucked.
"My cum inside you," Karl said and got to his feet.
"I'll need to wash," Francesco said warily.
"Not until tonight. You'll keep me inside you," Karl crouched by his side, "until I'm satisfied."
"It's weird," Francesco commented and grabbed his tool again.
Karl grabbed his face and bored his eyes in his. "It's your life, forever."
"Or until you get bored of me," Francesco said with shrug.
"That won't happen."
It didn't sound like a threat, but like a regret.
tbc
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