Chapter 10

Francesco could hear the shuffling of papers, the scribbling of a pen, and curt conversations Karl’s father was having over the phone. They were talking numbers, yes, but otherwise, he couldn’t make a lot of sense since the senator appeared keen on listening after asking a question than offer his opinions. He was a smart, dangerous man, and Francesco wondered whether his bluff was worth anything. He hadn’t lied, true, but he couldn’t know how people would react at the news of the famous politician having a gay son. All the while, the hard cock between his lips remained that, hard, while he used every trick up his sleeve. The problem was that the soft carpet under his knees was a bit too plush and comfortable, while the warmth in the room was inviting him to drift off.

He took the senator’s cock deep down his throat and tried to squeeze, but making that man come wasn’t an easy feat. After a while, he gave up on deepthroating and began to lick it on all sides. Francesco couldn’t remember ever meeting a man with so much staying power. It felt like he had been sucking that cock for hours, which wasn’t, most probably, true, and just his body wanting to rest after being used hard like that by four muscled suits.

“Come here and let me see you,” the senator ordered.

Francesco gave up on making the cock come and wobbled to his feet as he got out from under the desk. The man swiveled his chair to face him. He gave him a long once-over. “You pissed me off, Francesco, big time. Now, kneel and keep your mouth open.”

He obeyed quickly. So it was going to be a load of hot cum, finally. Maybe then he’d be allowed to sleep. He barely stood, even on his knees like that.

He let out a groan as the man used his cock to smack him over his mouth, making his lips crush against the teeth a little.

“Face me,” the senator ordered when his head lolled to one side.

Francesco endured the repeated slaps as he was smacked over the mouth with that hard cock.

“Now suck,” the next command came.

He got to work right away.

“You have a good mouth on you,” the senator began in the same emotionless voice. “No wonder you’ve survived for so long. Faggots like you, I’d usually give them no time of my day. But I thought there was a reason why Karl couldn’t give up on you and sneaked about like a weasel. Rest assured, little whore, both you and he will pay for this.”

Francesco squeezed his eyes shut. For real? All this had been for nothing?

“No, not like you think. But since you two seem to be so much in love with one another,” the words were spat with a sneer, “you should embrace the lifestyle, the proper lifestyle, and make me proud.”

Francesco stopped for a moment.

“Don’t stop. Suck me off, cocksucker,” the man ordered. He leaned over Francesco and his voice dropped. “He’ll be saddled with you for life, and you with him. Don’t think that you can go around, fuck whoever you two want. And don’t make any mistakes, Francesco. Your ass is mine, forever.”

At this point, Francesco didn’t even pretend that he could understand what the man wanted. He couldn’t ask, either, since his mouth was so full. It could be the tiredness, but his self-control was starting to slip. He tried to squeeze his cock between his thighs to stop it from growing harder than it was.

“Are you getting hard, little whore?” the senator taunted him. “Suck your daddy-in-law well and I might let you come.”

Francesco stopped and his eyes shot up. The man gave him an icy smile. “Yes. You two are going to get a nice ball and chain and help me win this shit.”

His mind was racing. Was that really punishment? Not in his wildest dreams, Francesco ever—

He moaned around the man’s cock, swallowing him deeper. He used his hands, too, teasing the balls hanging over the dress pants, and giving it his all. Then his forehead was pushed roughly and cum spurted, hitting the roof of his mouth, coming so much that it filled it to the brim.

The senator pulled his phone and took a picture. “You’ll be on your best behavior, Francesco, and you’ll do everything I say. You said you’re loyal. You’ll have more than one occasion to prove your loyalty to this family. Now swallow.”

He did, fighting the sensation of choking. It was just so much and so viscous.

“You’re a fucking mess,” the man taunted him. “Let’s get you washed.”

Francesco had to be dragged by one arm to the bathroom and didn’t protest as he was forced to climb inside a bath tub. He tried to reach for the tap but the senator pushed him on his back.

“A whore like you should enjoy this. Close your eyes.”

He didn’t say a thing as the warm jet hit his face. The man laughed. “What better way to wash a slut’s face than with piss?”

Francesco kept silent as the pungent liquid landed on his head, in his hair, on his cheeks and lips. Just like cum, this guy had a lot of piss, too.

A few last drops were shaken over his mouth, and Francesco felt the tip of the man’s cock moving lazily across.

“Glad to meet you, Francesco. Welcome to the family. But first, take a fucking shower. You stink like a whorehouse.”

Was it possible for him to feel normal? In any way, after something like that? But he was showered, dressed, and smelled of expensive shampoo and soap. And he was sitting across from Karl’s dad, like they were completely normal acquaintances.

“I advise you not to tell Karl about our little meeting, and by that, I mean that I forbid you.”

Francesco nodded. He felt a bit refreshed after the shower, but he was still wasted.

“He’ll learn about it at the proper time,” the man added.

“And what if I don’t listen to you?”

“Your mouth still looks a little swollen, from all that cock slapping I gave you. Trust me, I’m doing nothing but being easy on you. You’ll listen, Francesco, if you want what’s good for Karl. Seeing how he’s an unrepentant faggot, I could always send him back to his unit and ask them to make him their cum bucket, day in and day out. That’s what they do with faggots, the old fashioned way.”