Prison Island
Copyright© 2021 by Daemon D. Hart
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - A group of boys is sent to a prison island.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/mt Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Gay Fiction Humiliation Gang Bang Orgy Anal Sex
Francesco hated to admit it, but Mouse’s admission that what Karl was saying about other people being present on the island was scaring him. Who were those people? Were they natives? They couldn’t take kindly to having their place invaded by delinquents. But the alternative was equally bad if not worse. If there were other prisoners living there, who knew what they had been sentenced for? They could be older, a more ruthless bunch, and no one could say what they would do to them if they found them.
Karl was maybe talking out of his ass about gangbangs and whatnot. Fucking wasn’t something any of them wasn’t accustomed to, but he could bet that no one thought of that as being the biggest problem. His dreams were now plagued by faceless monsters trying to get him and tear him apart.
He hadn’t shared any of them with Mouse. He didn’t want his boyfriend to think he was weak. But every day now, he was training after making a sling of a small branch and a sturdy vine he had found in his searches. It wasn’t much, but when he managed to hit a bird and saw it drop to the ground, he had to say that he was a bit relieved. A weak weapon was still better than no weapon at all.
At the same time, he had taken at helping Karl with the perimeter defenses with renewed strength. Leon was also on it, so he never had a chance to speak to the blond more than necessary. After that confrontation from that day, they hadn’t spoken much to each other. Still, Karl’s eyes were always on him, and Francesco couldn’t tell anymore if that was a cause for concern or something else.
At least, Mouse hadn’t brought up the issue either, and that was good. Things were good between them. They were fucking; they were surviving. There wasn’t much else about their lives.
Now and then, he felt an urge to get on his feet, walk over to Karl, and ask him something stupid, like whether they would be okay and when they could return to their lives. But he had stopped each time because it would have felt like a kid running to his parent for assurance and protection. He didn’t need stuff like that from Karl, and it wasn’t like the asshole could give it anyway. He was thankful for having Mouse and Leon’s and Ollie’s friendship. Anya and Ty were good people, too.
So why the fuck it stirred him so much whenever he looked at Karl? It was like a worm inside his heart, fighting for a way out. He needed to stay the fuck away, that was what he needed to do. That fucker was bad news, he tried to convince himself over and over.
He noticed Ty running toward Leon and, even before the boy opened his mouth, his stomach sank. A strong sense of premonition overwhelmed him. He dropped what he was holding and rushed toward them.
Ty’s face was in tears. A few leaves were hanging in his hair, and there was a small cut on his right cheek, under his eye. He was sobbing and trembling, and little sense could be made out of his words.
Leon grabbed him by the shoulders. “Ty, what is it?” he asked sternly.
“Anya, he ... he just went a little farther ... I told him ... And Karl said --”
“What did I say?” Karl interrupted him.
Francesco didn’t recall seeing him around, so he was just as surprised as the others to see him. His face was covered in soot, and Mouse’s words about him being paramilitary hit him. Yeah, the guy looked like he was using camouflage or something like that.
Ty froze at Karl’s voice. He whimpered as the blond grabbed him from Leon’s hold and shook him. “Where the fuck is the little whore?” he asked through his teeth.
But Ty was trembling now and couldn’t get one word out.
“Karl,” Francesco tried to intervene.
“You stay the fuck out of it,” Karl said, raising one hand.
A short warning stare from Leon convinced him to shut it.
Karl returned to Ty. “Speak or I’ll fucking slap you until you do.”
“Anya, he...” Ty began again.
Francesco winced as Karl slapped Ty hard across the face. He took one step forward, but he was surprised to hear the boy talking rapidly.
“I told him he was going too far, but he went on and on, not listening. And we went that way,” Ty pointed out to his right, “over the river, to search for some berries. I was a little behind, and then I no longer saw him.” He sobbed for a moment. “They took him. There were two men, and they took him. Hit him over the head, I saw blood --”
“Fuck!” Karl shouted. He let go of Ty and began pacing. All the others were watching him, not daring to say a word. Then he stopped. “When did this happen? Where were you? Take me there step by step, and don’t miss a thing!”
Ty was sobbing quietly. Francesco took him by the shoulders. “Ty,” he said gently, “this is important. I’ll come, too.”
“Like hell,” Karl spat.
“You could use the backup,” Leon suggested.
Karl grunted, but gestured with his chin. Slightly assured by Francesco’s gentle touch, Ty began explaining and walking. Francesco stopped in front of Leon for a moment. “Mouse,” he started.
“I’ll tell him, don’t worry,” Leon replied. “You go and find Anya.”
“Are you coming already? Fucking pantsies,” Karl growled as he began stomping too fast for anyone to keep up with him.
“Karl.” Francesco hurried after him. “We need to follow Ty.”
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