Chapter 8

They couldn’t see each other in the dark, but Francesco could tell Karl was a bundle of insecurities and fury right now. He needed to play his hand right, or else things could get nasty.

“I thought so,” Karl eventually said with a short exhale.

“I don’t even know what you mean by that. Did you forget you fucked my ass already?”

The low chuckle was a sign that the lie held for now. “How could I? Cesco, you have the most amazing ass I’ve ever had.”

“Wait, did you have others, you mean?”

Karl shrugged and moved toward the makeshift bed. He grabbed Francesco’s hand and pulled him along. “You’re the only one that matters.”

“Wow, you sounded almost romantic right now. Are you forgetting that I’m trying to kill your ass?”

He couldn’t do much as Karl pushed him down and landed on top of him. “Here’s something you should know, Cesco. If you kill me, no one gets to leave this island. Like ever.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Do you know how to pilot a helicopter or something?”

“No, but let’s just say I’m important.”

Francesco snorted. “In your dreams.”

That seemed to annoy Karl because he grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head, making a cage with his strong arms. “If you don’t believe me, just ask that cocksucker Mouse.”

He had called Mouse that, but he didn’t like the sound of it in Karl’s mouth. “Stop calling him names.”

“I’m calling him what he is. Do you know he used to suck cock and take it up the ass for a living?”

“He told me, yeah.”

Karl stopped for a moment, possibly surprised. “Then how come you like that cum dumpster more than me?”

“Are you so fucked up in the head that you can’t tell why? He didn’t fuck my ass,” Francesco replied. “And why are you so fucking jealous? Don’t tell me you’re in love with me or something.”

Instead of saying anything, Karl leaned forward and bit his neck hard.

Francesco hissed. “What the fuck, you idiot?”

“You’re mine, get it?” Karl whispered.

“I’m no one’s. Stop biting me!”

Karl lapped at his neck, this time sucking the flesh in. “You’ll get a nice hickey by tomorrow.”

“Get off me,” Francesco said, thrashing against Karl’s hold.

“Or what? You’ll call Leon? He’s busy fucking his wife, as I should be, too.”

“No way, my ass still hurts,” Francesco complained as Karl rubbed his crotch against his leg.

“So? You’ll get used to it.”

No way. He couldn’t let that ass-wrecker of a cock ruin his hole. He had lived through the first two times, but not even his so-called stepdad had fucked him so often.

But even now, as he tried to deny it, his asshole was twitching in expectation. The first time his stepdad had screwed him, he had been in the shower fingering himself, moaning and wanting something better, longer, thicker.

And he had gotten what he wanted. The guy had made him double over, used some liquid soap to make him slick and had fucked him with his fat cock. And Francesco had begged him to stop while cumming two times only from that first fuck.

“I bet you’re so wet as we speak,” Karl whispered in his ear.

“How could I be wet, you fucking idiot? I’m not a girl! Don’t you even know that?”

All his protests fell on deaf ears. Karl seemed suddenly interested in torturing him in other ways. He snuck one hand under Francesco’s shirt and began pulling at his nipples. The only thing he could do was grunt and ask him to stop since he couldn’t do anything with his wrists pinned down in a vice-like grip and Karl’s muscular legs preventing his lower body from moving.

“Fuck, you have such nice nipples,” Karl said and laughed. “I’ll make them bigger. I want them to show through your t-shirt.”

“Stop it,” Francesco begged.

He didn’t like it, but with each time Karl pulled at one of his nipples, his cock reacted. There was a tingling sensation now in his nipples since the fucker liked to play with both of them.

“I want to taste them,” Karl declared.

Francesco grunted as Karl went straight for the right one and sucked it into his mouth.

“How can you say you’re not a fucking girl, when your tits get so hard?”

“You’ve never been with a girl, you fucking idiot?” Francesco hissed. This was even worse. He felt the need to arch his back each time Karl sucked on his nipples to feel more.

“No,” came the reply.

That gave him pause. “What the fuck? For real? Are you a fucking homo?”

The insult seemed to finally stop Karl. “I’m not a homo,” he spat.

Francesco could feel his hot breath on his face and worried that the asshole would get violent. “Then why the fuck you want to fuck me up the chute?”

“Because you’re the best, and not used like the rest of the whores around here.”

That kind of logic was beyond him.

“I’m a dude, Karl. My ass is nasty.”

“No, it’s not. I fucked it. It’s fucking it.”

Francesco grunted as Karl remembered what he had been doing just earlier. He went back to lapping at Francesco’s nipples and sucking them into his mouth like he wanted to find milk coming out of them.

“Stop, please, just stop.”

“Other dudes might be nasty,” Karl said as he stopped for a moment. “Like, I wouldn’t want to fuck Leon’s hairy ass. And he smells like a fucking animal.”

Not that Francesco needed a reminder. Leon smelled like a man. The alpha dog in Karl probably couldn’t handle the competition.