Chapter 32

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.”