Chapter 10

Francesco preferred to keep his eyes on Karl as they dressed up. He could feel Mouse’s eyes on him, but it wasn’t like he cared to look into them and read the truth about himself.

“Looking for a fight?” Karl asked him as he pulled his t-shirt on.

Francesco’s nostrils flared. “How the hell did you know we were here? Did you follow me?”

Karl grinned and patted his cheek. “Do you think I’d let you run around, getting fucked or worse by whatever’s on this island?”

“Whoever’s on this island,” Francesco corrected him.

Karl’s grin faded. “Do you think you’re smart or something?”

“He is smart. Your Cesco,” Mouse said, and Francesco could taste the irony in those words, “used to be an A-plus student.”

“Really?” Karl chilled and smiled again. “I knew you were the best bitch in here.”

“Stop calling me a bitch.” Francesco closed his fists and stared at Karl with murder in his eyes.

“All right. You’re my wife, that’s true. I should treat you right,” Karl pulled him close and squeezed his ass, “and fill all your holes with my cum.” The last words were whispered in his ear.

“Fuck off.” Francesco pushed against Karl’s strong chest, but he stood no chance. “I’m not your wife.”

“Hey, hey,” Karl cooed and licked his neck playfully, “I’m letting you have your fun with your little whore. You should be more respectful. I’m an open-minded husband.”

“Gotta go.” Mouse grabbed Francesco by the shoulders, pulling him slightly away from Karl, and kissed him on the lips with a loud smack. “See you tonight.”

Karl followed Mouse with angry eyes as the redhead sauntered away and lost himself in the thick forest. Francesco was happy Mouse didn’t judge him.

“What’s that stupid grin about, eh?” Karl asked. “You in love with the cum bucket or what?”

Francesco grinned more. “The fuck are you jealous for?”

He gasped when Karl grabbed the back of his neck suddenly and squeezed hard. Their eyes met. Cold fury was there, in the blue eyes. “You’re mine, Cesco. No way I’m letting you fall in love with that slut.”

“Are you really a homo, Karl? Dudes don’t fall in love with other dudes,” Francesco said out loud, mostly out of self-preservation than conviction. He didn’t know what he felt, but he could still feel the taste of Mouse’s lips on his.

And Karl’s hand on his ass, possessive and relentless.

“Let’s fuck again,” Karl said.

Francesco squirmed in the hard hold. “No way. You screwed me enough for one day.”

Karl took his hand and dragged him to a patch of soft grass. “Get naked and lie on your back. Present that fuckable hole in ten seconds or I’ll kick your balls.”

“What the fuck, dude? Does your dick never sleep?” Francesco complained.

He watched warily as Karl undressed again. Then, the asshole forced him on his back, pulled away his pants and climbed on top of him. Francesco grunted as Karl found his way inside him in one go.

“So nicely lubed with cum,” Karl commented and pushed inside.

The asshole was angry, and despite all the jizz inside his ass, Francesco could still fill his hard cock punishing his hole. To make it easier, he raised his knees, and Karl hummed in appreciation.

“Fuck, just like a girl,” Karl whispered. He straightened up and held Francesco by the legs while he pumped in and out. “Damn, look at it swallowing my cock,” he said. “I’ll put my babies inside you.”

“You’re so fucked up,” Francesco said through small grunts of pleasure. “Can’t you see I’m not a chick?”

“Too bad. I’d fuck you if you were a chick. I’d fuck you if you were a chick with a dick, too.”

“If you’re not specific, why don’t you go fuck someone else?” Francesco grunted again. He was too wasted to control himself, and his cock slapped against his belly like a happy camper.

“Don’t pretend to be stupid, Cesco. I know you’re not. It’s you I want to fuck, and you only.”

Francesco closed his eyes and looked away. Why wasn’t the fucker finishing already? His ass was starting to feel the abuse, and the pleasure was getting too hard to bear.

“Take it, bitch,” Karl whispered and pulled out.

Francesco winced as the fucker came all over him. At least, it was over. There was cum hanging on his eyelids and on his lips and even in his nose.

“Cesco, you’re a champ, taking my cock. I just wonder how many fingers I can fit inside you. Maybe the whole hand?”

Francesco pulled his knees together, but it was too late. Karl pinned him down with one hand on his lower belly and used the other to push three fingers inside him. “Let me go.” He squirmed, but Karl didn’t care for his protests.

“I wanna see you cum,” Karl said stubbornly.

Francesco let out short gasps and grunts, as Karl worked in another finger. “Do you want me loose, fucker?”

Despite his protests, having so much in his ass felt great. It stretched him even more than Karl’s cock, and that sensation from earlier came back. Karl curled his fingers and used his knuckles to work his prostate. Before he could get another word of protest in, he was shooting so hard that most of his cum landed on his face.

He came back to Karl’s annoying laughter. “You should see your face. You gave yourself a facial, dude.”

Francesco rolled away and got into the water. “Go away,” he told Karl who was behind him, grabbing his shoulders.

He jolted at the gentle kiss on the back of his neck.

“The more you want to fuck him, the more I want to fuck you,” Karl said.

“And if I don’t fuck him again,” Francesco replied, knowing fully well what the asshole was talking about, “will you let my ass go?”

“No way, baby,” Karl cooed. “You’re mine.” He cradled Francesco in his arms and kissed him again on the neck and shoulders. “On this little trip, you’re stuck with me.”

“Good thing we know it’s not forever,” Francesco added. “At least I have something to look forward to when this shit’s over.”

“It’s still a long time till then, though.”

Francesco rubbed his face, wincing at the cum that had gotten in his eyes. That fucking thing stung. “Karl, aren’t you afraid that I might tell on you and your dick once we’re out of here? When you’re all settled with wife and kids, and I come along and remind you how it was to fuck my ass?”

Karl laughed. “I’ll worry about that when it happens. But, now that you told me, if you ever come knocking, I don’t think I’d have an issue bending you over the kitchen table or fucking you silly in the living room.”