Chapter 25

Karl kept moving in and out of him so gently that it felt like fucking dying in the most pleasant way possible. After the rough deepthroat from earlier, the fucker had cooled down, but now, he had a different way of torturing him. Francesco could tell his eyes were rolling his head, as Karl continued to fuck him with ample moves. He didn’t stop at that, either. From time to time, he leaned over to kiss him, exploring his mouth with his tongue, and stopping just when Francesco thought the guy would come.

He, on the other hand, had a mess on his belly to attest for just how awesome that fuck was. It was so not like Karl who so far had seemed interested in nothing else but getting off, even if he got the other shooting his load in the meantime. Now, he was heading over his 4th climax, and Karl showed no sign that he intended to fill his ass with a warm serving of jizz which he pretty much wanted at this point.

“Karl,” he whispered. “What the fuck, dude? You can’t come or something?”

Karl didn’t reply but took his mouth and licked its insides with his tongue. Francesco hadn’t necessarily pegged the guy for a bad kisser, but he had hated him too much until now to notice things like that. Except for the spit fetish, of course, which was weird as fuck but didn’t bother him.

“My balls are all dried up,” he complained.

Karl was stroking his cock while fucking him a bit faster. He had the same focused look on his face now, and it was like he was trying to read Francesco’s face.

“Is it good? Has anyone fucked you like this?”

Francesco was well aware that he had conveniently left someone out of that counting of men who had put their dicks in him, but Karl was right. His short encounter with Morgan, as hot as hell as it had been, couldn’t live up to this sweet torture. Karl was trying to make a point.

“Sure thing it’s good,” he admitted. “But I might not be able to do a single thing once you let me be.”

“Are you cumming from the ass or because I jerk you off?”

“Both. C’mon, you fuck good, I told you.” Francesco was also starting to get a little worried that someone might come and find them like that. “Don’t you like my ass anymore? Why don’t you shoot already?”

Karl smiled, his cruel, strange smile this time. “Beg me.”

“What?”

“Say you want my cum in you.”

“Fine,” Francesco said through his teeth. “I want your cum in me.”

“No, say it like you mean it.”

He keened softly as Karl rubbed the head of his cock against his pleasure spot over and over. “I fucking mean it, Karl. Just give me your jizz already. Fill me up and breed me like a bitch.”

Finally, his words seemed to have some effect on the fucker. Karl grunted and began fucking him faster. “Not like a bitch. Like you’re mine. Say it that you belong to me, Cesco.”

Admittance of ownership was a dangerous thing. Francesco hesitated, and Karl reduced the rhythm of his hips again. He could do little as he lay like that on his back and had no leverage to push his ass into Karl’s cock and give it a bit of help.

“I’m yours,” he said slowly, but without looking at the other.

“Look at me. Who owns you?”

Francesco looked into Karl’s eyes. He scowled. “You own me,” he said like the words were teeth being pulled out of his mouth.

“Don’t forget that.” Karl began speeding up. “You’re mine, you’re fucking mine ... oh, fuck, I’m fucking shooting!”

Francesco closed his eyes. The game was getting dangerous, indeed. Why was Karl so obsessed with him anyway? His cock twitched in the fucker’s hand, triggering his last orgasm while Karl pumped his ass full of cum.

He couldn’t move a muscle when he was finally let go. He lay there, with a puddle of cum on his stomach and another between his legs as the excess of Karl’s jizz poured out of him. “I don’t think I can walk,” he mumbled. “I promised you we’d be regular and stuff. Do you really have to destroy me like this?”

Karl was already getting dressed. “You agreed. I didn’t say that your ass would have it easy.”

“Or my mouth,” Francesco said dryly.

Karl looked at him with hooded eyes. “You’ll take my cock as many times as I want.”

Francesco put out a hand. “I might have to protest to that. You’re a fucking beast.”

Karl smirked. “Mouse is a fine hunter. I don’t like the slut, but he knows his business. So you didn’t have to beg me to keep an eye on him.”

“I didn’t beg. I just offered you a deal,” Francesco said tersely.

Karl crouched by his side and caressed his cheek with the back of his knuckles. He seemed lost in thoughts for a moment. “Mouse would have come back okay even if you hadn’t offered your ass to me. I was more in danger than him when we fought that thing.”

“I never said that I thought the boar would do something to him,” Francesco shot back.

Realization finally dawned on Karl. He frowned. “Is this why you’re letting yourself fucked like a champ? So that I,” he pointed at him, “don’t do anything to him?”

Francesco nodded. “Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it. I love him, and for some reason, that grinds your gears. Yeah, enough for you to consider doing something to him.”

That appeared to throw Karl off balance for a moment. “I wouldn’t do that,” he said in a hurt voice.

“Huh? Why not? Ah, is it because he’s practically the only guy who’s putting some real food on the table every day?”

“No.” Karl set his jaw hard and grabbed Francesco by the hair, making him wince. “It’s because I’d never do something that could hurt you like that, you asshole.”

Francesco grimaced some more to hide the effect of those words on him. “Well, you’re hurting my scalp right now, so whatever you say, it’s not true.”