Chapter 12

Ollie led Francesco to a small clearing where Karl had his hands tied above his head and secured to the thick branch of a large tree. His legs were far apart, and his ankles were secured just the same, tied to other trees. His cock was limp, and it made him feel less menacing than before. He was spitting fire and shouting profanities, while Leon sat on a log and watched him calmly, while asking some questions once in a while.

Francesco recoiled from the sight. Karl had a black eye, indeed, and he had murder written all over his face. He hoped those ties held because there was no way he would survive if that fucker got his hands on him again.

“Francesco,” Leon stood and acknowledged him. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m all right, given the circs,” he replied.

“You’re lucky,” Leon said as he turned toward Karl. “If you had broken one single bone in his body, I would have broken two of yours.”

“Let me go, you fuckers! You’re nothing without me! If you don’t let me go --”

“What? There’ll be nobody coming to get us? So what,” Leon said, crossing his arms. “Being our ticket out of here doesn’t make you a god, Karl. And I’d say Francesco’s accepted plenty of bullshit from you. And now, after claiming that he’s your sweetheart, what do you do? Do you beat him? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Francesco was rightfully impressed. Leon was the type to anger seldom, and now he looked pretty pissed off.

“Good thing Ty and Anya were already gone to pick up roots and berries this morning. They would be so afraid if they saw you like this. What are you? A wild animal?” Leon continued.

Ah, so that was why they were alone. And Mouse had to be out hunting, like usual.

Karl continued to growl and shout. However, Francesco could tell that his rage was wearing off. It couldn’t be comfortable to be forced to stand with his arms immobilized like that.

“What could be so bad to make you hit him?” Leon continued his questions. “Do I have to ask Francesco?”

“He’s a fucking slut,” Karl spat. “He told me he slept with a thousand men!”

“No shit,” Francesco murmured, not believing his ears.

“And he has the hots for that slut Mouse!”

Leon walked over to Karl and smacked him once across the face, muting him in an instant. “Francesco gave you a black eye, but I really don’t mind giving you the other.”

Karl growled and puffed through his nose, but kept his mouth shut.

“So, Francesco likes Mouse, and he also slept with men. What of it? That’s pretty much why they put us all together,” Leon said calmly. “You,” he poked Karl’s chest, “slept with men, too.”

“But I’ve never gotten a cock up my ass!”

Leon smacked him again, making his head loll. “Unless you want me to slap you senseless, you’ll stop with the shitty arguments.”

Francesco couldn’t believe how calm Leon’s gestures were, although the deep frown on his forehead said that he was really upset with having to deal with that shit. Karl could mess things up for everyone.

“I’m sorry, guys,” he breathed out. “I should have kept my mouth shut, and this wouldn’t have happened.”

Leon turned toward him. He shook his head slowly. “Karl needs to learn an important lesson. He can’t lay claims on you like this.”

Francesco gulped under Leon’s hot stare. He could tell something was different from before. His mouth went dry. The dark eyes were checking him out, making him feel overly conscious. He was already naked, but it still felt as if Leon was undressing him with his eyes.

Leon moved closer and cupped his cheek gently. “Ollie tells me you must like me.”

Francesco turned crimson and closed his eyes. “That...” he stammered, “that’s not true.”

Ollie kissed him on the cheek. “It’s all right, Francesco. I always know when guys like Leon.”

“But it’s not like --” Francesco protested meekly. Ollie shut him up with a kiss on his lips this time.

“Leon, tell that bi ... tell your girlfriend to leave my wife alone!” Karl shouted.

Francesco was in a daze as Ollie and Leon guided him until he was in front of Karl, but at a fair distance.

“If you want Francesco to belong to you, Karl,” Leon said, “you must treat him right.”

Francesco whimpered as Ollie helped him on all fours and began massaging his buttocks, sneaking his hand between them and down the sack. He held his breath, expecting any moment now for Leon to get into a jealousy fit, too.

“What the fuck are you doing with my Cesco?” Karl asked and thrashed against his restraints.

“Nothing he doesn’t like,” Leon replied. “Now watch and learn, Karl.”

Francesco moaned softly as he felt Leon’s weight on top of him without crushing him. Leon touched his chest gently. “If you don’t want this, you can say it,” he said in his ear.

“But Ollie --” he tried to protest.

“He’s fine with it. He’ll take care of your husband for a bit.”

Leon guided his face gently so that he could see Ollie getting close to Karl.

“Isn’t it dangerous?” he whispered.

“If he touches Ollie, he’s dead. And he knows it,” Leon replied.

By how Karl set his jaw hard, Francesco knew it was the truth. He gasped as Leon began moving his fingers along his crack. He pushed his ass high, wanting more of that touch. His bruises still hurt, but not that much now that the gentle giant was touching him slowly.